Author: admin

Joey has been going to Fitness Express ever since he turned 17yo. Now a college freshman, he continues to go to his local gym instead of the one at his school, because he’s gotten to know all the guys. 

This gym was a hardcore spot for many influencers, private trainers, and sponsored athletes. Many of them film themselves lifting weights and posing in front of all the mirrors. Joey loved the fact that these were ripped men who showed off their hot bods all day. It was a free show and he couldn’t imagine a better way to spend his off-time.

Despite his own dedication, Joey wasn’t as massive as some of these guys. Unfortunately, use of steroids was pervasive, even in the professional bodybuilding community. Joey wasn’t willing to sacrifice his testicles for mass. He was proud of his giant cock and large nuts. Using steroids would rob him of his manhood. However, it didn’t mean he didn’t love to watch these big men with tiny nut sacs strut around in next to nothing.

Joey perved out in the locker room, always watching his favorites get naked and head to the showers. The flimsy curtains in the shower stalls always meant he could spy on these guys as they washed up. He loved watching the biggest guys spend tons of time washing out their cracks. He would stroke himself fantasizing about fucking a muscleman.

Occasionally, these guys would forget about that pair of shorts or undies that they hung up on a hook or that pair they placed on top of some lockers. Joey would watch them leave and then immediately swoop in to take the lost goods. 

One time, he even swiped this $75 pair of high-priced undies from Jonas, the Swedish Instagram stud. Of course, Jonas was pissed when he came back 20 minutes later and couldn’t find it. He swore that he had placed it somewhere, but was surprised that it could disappear just like that. He complained to Adam, the lead trainer, who had become increasingly pissed with things going missing. It wasn’t just Jonas, several other members have told him about socks, boxers, and even sneakers going missing within an hour of them leaving it somewhere.

With mounting complaints, Adam needed to find the culprit before his celebrity clients end up going somewhere else. He had narrowed down the thefts to Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. He had cross-referenced members that frequented during those days. Joey, among a few others, have come up as suspects.

Adam remembers Joey. He had a good build, but definitely had a preference for tiny workout shorts that showed off his ass and big package. He also knew that Joey hung around the locker room much more than others. He vaguely even remembers catching Joey with a hard-on…that giant cock wasn’t a big secret when you walk around naked all the time. 

It seemed clear to him that Joey was on the top of his list. In order to set up the sting, Adam decided to use his own jockstraps as bait. He left one in a locker room on a Tuesday evening and it, of course, disappeared. Joey was confirmed to have been in the gym that day.

On Wednesday, he placed another pair in the same locker. This time, Adam made his presence known and checked the lockers every so often and keeping track of Joey. After Joey had left the gym, he went back and found the locker empty.

On Friday, it was going to be the time to catch him in the act. He placed the last pair of jockstraps in that same locker, this time near closing time. Joey always came to work out late in the evening on Fridays, because many of the influencers would shoot their videos during that quiet time of the week. He told Jonas to show up that night and told him about his plan. 

With only an hour before closing, Adam had already locked the doors. Only Jonas, Joey, and him were left. As Jonas and Joey were showering, Adam checked the locker to find that the jockstraps had gone missing. When Jonas got out of the shower, he saw Adam standing and waiting. 

When Joey gets out of the shower, he goes to his locker. That’s when Adam approaches him.

“Joey, we need to check your locker and your bags. We have reason to suspect that you have been stealing other member’s stuff.”

Joey panicked. He didn’t know what to do. As he’s being confronted, he didn’t know if he should run out wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. As he looks around to see how he could escape, that’s when Jonas comes up from behind.

Surrounded, Joey had no choice but open his gym bag and allow Adam to search it. In the bottom of the bag, he found the bait he left. It was an old dirty pair from his college days, unmistakable. 

He takes it out and show it to Joey. He then accuses, “This is mine. You’ve been taking my jockstraps for the past three days. If you look at the inside, it even has my name on it. Actually, I’m sure if we searched your home, we will find the two other pairs you stole earlier this week.”

Joey’s sweating profusely now. He’s been caught and now is scared that Adam will call the cops on him. He begins to tear up and feels weak in the legs.

“Please…what I can do to make up for this? Please don’t call the cops on me!” he begged.

Jonas was angry now that he knew who had taken his expensive undies. He shoved Joey and he fell to the floor. Adam stopped him from doing any more as assault was just as bad as theft. However, he couldn’t excuse Joey’s actions.

“Get up!” he yelled at Joey. He then did what he thought was most appropriate. With an open hand, he began to spank Joey. It was hard, like a dad who had just caught his child stealing candy from the store. It seemed like the perfect punishment.

He gave him five hard slaps across the cheeks. Jonas joins him and restrains the young man. Adam continues to spank him until the towel falls off, revealing beet-red ass cheeks. Adam’s big handprint was clearly visible. 

Jonas then notices Joey was also rock hard, apparently sexually aroused by the spanking he had been given. He points to Joey’s giant cock and taunts, “Look, this little fag is turned on!”

Adam didn’t like terms like “fag”, but he also noticed how engorged that massive cock was. Joey’s reputation for being hung was now a known fact to him. 

Jonas then slapped Joey in the face and forced him to smell his freshly washed cock. But once he got that close to his dick, Joey couldn’t resist wrapping his lips around his uncut Swedish cock. Jonas continued to tease him and slap him, making him worship his muscle cock.

Surprisingly, Jonas’ cock grew and grew until it was solid 7.5″. Now his nuts were practically non-existent due to his long-term steroid use. His lack of sex drive also meant that he hadn’t been sucked in probably months now. However, getting a mouth on his cock now made him hard and he was enjoying beating the snot of the perv. 

Adam, watching the two engage, was thinking the punishment was clear: Joey will get his ass torn up!

So he begins to finger Joey in the ass, going from one finger to two, then to three. He bangs him and was surprised by how loose his hole was. He had done this to another man before, so naturally Joey’s moans and groans was become arousing to him too. Now he’s getting rock hard and pulls out his big fat cock. He slaps Joey’s hole with it. He then spits a giant glob onto the puckered hole and slams his raw cock deep.

Joey screams in pain. He’s now being spit roasted by two of the hottest guys in the gym. Jonas’ cock is still hard in Joey’s mouth while Adam’s enjoying the feel of this perv’s ass. Massive amount of pre-cum drips from Joey’s 9″ cock. As Adam’s pounding his ass, he also reaching from behind to stroke that big dick.

Adam’s looking at Jonas and then smiles and the two dole out their punishment. 

With no hands, Joey actually cums as he’s being plowed by Adam and the load soaks the locker room floor. As his hole clenches around Adam’s cock, it forces the hot trainer to also unload and he pumps three big loads into the perv. Joey had never been bred by a man that hot before.

Jonas, reveling in the fun, then forces his cock into Joey’s used hole. The slippery goodness made topping him easy. His first time ever fucking a man, Jonas actually felt immense pleasure in fucking an ass. Pussy could never get him off due to his steroid use. However, Joey’s ass was something different…it hugged his uncut cock in all the right places.

He spanked Joey on the ass, adding another large hand print to the sore cheeks. He then shoots one big load, perhaps the culmination of months of no release. He pulls out and watches in amazement as the two men’s load leaking out of the stretched hole.

Jonas quickly puts his clothes on and then leaves. Adam takes a towel and throws it at Joey, who looks totally humilated and disgraced. Nearly crying, he could not believe how he had been treated just now.

It was then Adam said to him, “You’re gonna bring back all the stuff you took. I’m gonna make sure it goes back to every member. I will then give them the option to fuck your thieving ass and you’re gonna take it. Do you understand?”

Joey only nodded. 

“Now, get yourself dressed and get the fuck out. Don’t you dare disappear on me, because I know where you live.” He spoke to Joey like he was now his daddy.

“You can keep the jockstraps. I don’t need them. I know how much you love that shit. But if you ever take stuff from this gym ever again, I’m gonna rip your ass a new one.”

Blackmailed into staying a member of Fitness Express, Joey had no choice now but became a bottom bitch to any muscle stud who wanted revenge for their shit being taken. 

Who would have thought this would be the consequences of being a perv at the gym?

Well past sunset, a group of naked young men entered the remote, roofless temple carrying torches. They placed their torches in the usual places. The light they provided transformed the temple into a flickering, orange glow. The youths automatically arranged themselves in a circle. All eight of them had eagerly looked forward to this night. They deeply inhaled the scents of rare and erotic herbs.

The men lowered their knees onto the huge stone slabs that formed the floor. They felt the night breezes curling among the massive temple columns. Sitting with their thighs spread, they felt those breezes caressing their buttocks, crotches, gonads and upright penises. They saw the torches cast elongated, shifting shadows of their aroused bodies onto the temple’s huge columns. When they turned their heads upward, the young men gazed into the black sky to see it covered with extremely bright stars that seemed to smile down upon them.

Soon Balroc, their Leader, stepped into the center of the circle. He surveyed the handsome youths on display around him. Even though slightly older than those in that elite group, he treated them with honor. Balroc knew them well. Each had earned his respect over time in the most desired ways.

Physically, Balroc stood taller than most men his age. His dark, disheveled hair fell onto strong, broad shoulders. His pectoral muscles and nipples stood out in the shadowy, orange light. Balroc’s arms and legs bulged with muscles that few males dared to challenge. Those who did engage him—either in a friendly or unfriendly fight—never forgot what he did to them.

His bronzed body tapered to a narrow waist, while his well-defined abdominals drew everyone’s attention—and envy. Below the abs Balroc wore only a thin, beige, well-used cloth wrapped around his waist and pulled up snugly through his crotch. The cloth had an opaque quality, yet any observer could get a clear idea of the shapes and sizes underneath the front of it.

Whenever they saw Balroc, some males in the village liked to stare at his bulges. They longed to put their hands around them, and even their mouths. Balroc knew their thoughts and would smile. Yet he never allowed them to fulfill their wishes. At an earlier age, he did let other males have fun with his magnificent body. But now he wanted something more than the liquid that spurted from a youth’s aroused phallus.

Those youths definitely wanted to swallow Balroc’s potent essence. They believed that a male swallowing that liquid would greatly increase his strength and virility. They smiled at Balroc, proudly displaying their upright, twitching poles to him. He responded by bowing to them.

Soon Tarik entered the temple. He felt nervous, because on this night the group would decide if he became their newest member. Somewhat younger than the others, he stood within the circle as many eyes took time to behold his naked body.

Balroc sensed Tarik’s apprehension and stepped forward. He embraced the youth and kissed the side of his neck. He showed Tarik the hand sign announcing his physical trial—spreading apart the first two fingers of each hand and interlocking them at the web between the fingers, then rocking both hands back-and-forth several times. This meant that the candidate would not have to engage in an actual fight, but needed to demonstrate his worthiness by undergoing several tests of courage and stamina.

Because Tarik lived far from the village, Balroc had not seen him before. He walked slowly around the naked youth, studying his body closely.

Black hair thickly covered Tarik’s head. His small but well-shaped buttocks held Balroc’s interest for a long time. The youth’s arms and legs also looked impressive, but of course Balroc’s muscles far surpassed them. Still, between Tarik’s legs hung exceptionally large gonads, each one distinctly prominent in the sack.

Balroc stood in front of the youth and gently pushed Tarik’s hands behind him. Balroc placed the fingers of his left hand on the right side of Tarik’s neck, just below the ear. He positioned his right hand on the neck’s left side, also just below the ear. Suddenly Tarik felt a numbing pain as Balroc pressed his fingers into both sides of his neck. The pain soon became disorienting. Balroc smiled as Tarik’s jaw dropped open in shock. He had never before experienced anything like this—even when friends fought with him, applying pressure on their bodies in unusual places.

The pain started to spread down the sides of Tarik’s neck and into his shoulders. Soon Tarik’s knees began to feel unstable. Balroc didn’t need to pull the youth down—Tarik slowly succumbed to the pain and sank to his knees out of necessity. While maintaining his neck pressure, Balroc followed the youth to the floor, confidently dropping onto a single knee. Tarik tried to turn his head sideways, but found that he couldn’t move it in any direction. Fear gripped him. He tried to scream but couldn’t make a sound. Balroc had somehow paralyzed his head and neck.

Tarik began to feel dizzy. Balroc seemed to know Tarik’s dilemma and grinned at the youth’s inability to handle it. He finally released Tarik’s neck. Tarik’s body started to collapse, but Balroc’s right hand grasped the youth’s chest and kept him from falling.

For a moment Tarik seemed dazed. Balroc massaged the back of the youth’s neck with his left hand. The massage seemed magical to Tarik, because it made him feel normal almost immediately.

Balroc put a friendly hand on Tarik’s shoulder. After a moment that hand took hold of Tarik’s left arm and slowly moved it behind the youth’s neck. That made Tarik’s left armpit fully exposed. Balroc stared at it and gently ran the fingertips of his right hand across the tender skin. Suddenly Balroc dug his fingernails into the sensitive flesh. Tarik’s eyelids flew open as Balroc’s sharp fingernails dug into him. He threw his head back and cried out, unable to absorb the crippling pain.

Tarik shrieked without regard for its loudness. His goal of remaining tough and silent, regardless of what Balroc did to him, no longer mattered. He imagined the fingernails ripping and tearing into the delicate skin. It felt to him like Balroc intended to permanently damage his body.

Yet eventually Balroc unhooked his fingers and glared into Tarik’s terrified eyes. Tarik turned his head away in shame, believing that he had failed the test and that he now had no hope of joining the honored circle of youths. He had revealed his fear of pain to everyone, and had also shown his weakness by shrieking like a child.

However, he soon found out that the trial had not ended. Balroc eased the youth down to the floor on his back. Unnoticed by Tarik, Balroc pulled a long, straight tree branch from under his waist cloth. One of the eight youths in the circle had fashioned it for Balroc earlier that day. The youth and a friend had ventured into the forest to find a particular branch that for the occasion. Each of them wore only a short animal skin around his waist, as did every male of their village during the summertime. They liked the coolness it provided. It also allowed them to show off their strong, tanned bodies to the others.

The youth finally found an ideal branch—perfectly straight, about the width of a thumb, yet long as well as strong. After breaking it off the tree, the youth leaned against a huge boulder and began to scrape and smooth the branch’s surface with a piece of stone. He rounded the branch’s ends and also gradually narrowed them.

Although the friend watched this with interest, he had his own special mission on that day. As the youth fashioned the branch, his friend put a hand on the youth’s thigh and slowly slid it up and under the animal skin. When he took hold of the phallus underneath, he found it already stiff. The youth smiled and kept working.

His friend’s fingers started to lightly rub the top of the youth’s tall, erect penis. Distracted by a growing pleasure within it, the youth paused his work. He rested his head on the friend’s shoulder and let the pleasure take him. The friend grinned as he felt the hard penis getting warmer, preparing to erupt. The youth held him closely. His friend had waited a long time for this moment. He had longed for this youth, thinking about him each day and dreaming about him during every night. As he held the pulsing pole he hoped this would mark a beginning for both of them—one that would continue.

That evening in the temple, the Leader sat on folded legs alongside the out-of-breath Tarik. Balroc held the branch vertically over Tarik’s body and rested one end of it on Tarik’s naval. Balroc started to slightly press down on the branch. The unusual, non-threatening pressure on his naval felt strangely arousing to Tarik. He spread his legs wider. His pleasure pole lifted itself off his abs for a moment in expectation.

But Balroc had more to do. He added his other hand to the branch so he could get better control of it and apply more pressure. Tarik saw the branch slowly work its way into him. Did Balroc intend to pin his body to the floor with it? Tarik yelled frightful screams as the branch reached into him like an animal’s claw. Tarik waved his arms wildly in all directions.

Balroc watched Tarik’s upright penis closely, but especially the youth’s large gonads. As Balroc continued to press the stick further into the naval, he saw the youth’s gonads seem to expand and tighten. Tarik’s screams grew louder. The pressure on his naval became so terrifying to him that he slammed the stone floor with his hands. When Balroc didn’t relent, Tarik lifted his arms, clenched his fists and cried out from the depths of his body. He didn’t want to admit defeat, but the youth could no longer stand the torture.

Balroc waited another moment, then pulled the branch away. Tarik instantly rolled onto his stomach to avoid a repeat attack. Balroc smiled and sat down on the youth’s back. Facing Tarik’s round buttocks, he caressed them with both hands and gave them a few friendly slaps. Then he slid a hand into Tarik’s crotch and around his big sack. Balroc’s fingers started to feel each testicle with several hard squeezes.

The leader had a great attraction to gonads and liked testing particularly large ones. To him, a youth’s testicles—the center of one’s masculinity—revealed a lot about him. So he didn’t rush getting acquainted with Tarik’s. He became obsessed with their huge size and solidness. His fingers locked several repeated squeezed onto them before pulling his hand out of Tarik’s crotch.

Balroc then spit a generous amount of saliva onto the middle finger of his right hand. He slowly placed it on the youth’s tight anal hole. Tarik groaned as he felt Balroc press the end of his finger against the tightly closed hole. But as Balroc massaged it, the hole slowly relaxed, allowing Balroc to nudge his fingertip inside.

Having entered Tarik, Balroc paused to give the youth time to adjust to having the finger inside him. The Leader waited, then gradually worked his finger in deeper. Tarik groaned louder. Balroc slowly retracted his finger, paused, and took the refashioned branch out of his waist cloth. He slowly pushed its end into Tarik. To the youth it seemed like the finger had gone back inside him again. Only this time he felt the long, smooth branch instead. He gasped as the feeling kept going deeper and deeper into him—so deep that the youth believed the Leader had seized the center of his body.

Balroc began to move the wooden piece back and forth at a very slow pace, gradually putting the youth into a pleasurable, dreamlike state. Balroc smiled. He felt like he had tamed a young tiger, or had become the new owner of something even more valuable—Tarik’s body.

Balroc kept the youth’s hole plugged for a long time. The circled youths watched closely. They began to stroke their phalluses, or a friend’s nearby, as they watched Balroc controlling the helpless candidate. They envied everything about Balroc—his snarling smile, his strength, his dark and flashing eyes, his fighting skills, and especially his ability to conquer any part of a man’s body. But they also envied Tarik—his confident smile, his smooth young body, his bravery. They all knew exactly how Tarik felt, because Balroc had initiated each of them in similar ways.

Balroc pulled the stick out of the youth’s hole a little at a time. After he had finally removed it, Tarik could still feel its presence inside him long afterward. Balroc reached a hand into Tarik’s crotch once more. This time the testicles felt bigger, harder—like round stones in the tight sack. Balroc kept holding them, as if unable to let go.

When he at last released the sack, Balroc rolled Tarik onto his back and picked up both legs. He began to spread Tarik’s legs apart to get a closer look at the youth’s spectacular set of gonads. The farther he separated the legs, the more pain Tarik felt. Although Balroc spread the legs very slowly, the youth’s eyes pleaded with him to stop.

Balroc liked seeing a male with his crotch wide open, exposing the most vulnerable part of his body to danger. To Balroc that showed a male’s bravery better than anything else. He put more muscle into his spread and grinned when he heard Tarik yell in agony. Balroc enjoyed that sound, he expected it, he even yearned for it. The screams of a defeated youth always greatly aroused him.

Balroc took a long look at Tarik’s crotch. Each of the youth’s colossal gonads stood up proudly, giving Balroc a feast for his eyes. He pressed down again on the thigh muscles, forcing them to bulge out further. Balroc kept wrenching the legs apart in small amounts until he finally had Tarik in the widest possible split. Tarik’s alarming screams echoed throughout the temple. Yet Balroc grinned as he watched the youth suffer.

The torturing of the youth’s crotch continued, making Tarik believe it would go on forever. When Balroc finally dropped the youth’s legs, Tarik gasped in relief. But Balroc still had more to do. He pulled Tarik up on his knees and held him there. He grasped Tarik’s arms and restrained them behind the youth.

Now Tarik faced the assembled youths, giving them a great view of his erect phallus and exceptional gonads. With his right hand, Balroc pulled one gonad forward, giving the eight youths a much better view of it. They watched excitedly as Balroc’s fingers appeared to study it. The fingers slowly and methodically inspected its sides, top and bottom, overlooking nothing. Balroc did the same with he other testicle.

Tarik didn’t find that type of exploring unusual, because Tarik and his male friends sometimes played with each other in that way. They liked to compare the size, hardness and weight of a friend’s testicles with their own. Males who took part in this activity often went on to develop close ties that didn’t easily dissolve.

Tarik’s testicles responded to Balroc’s inspections by significantly swelling and stiffening. That felt good to Tarik, but he suspected Balroc wanted to do more than simply play with them.

Because of Tarik’s his submissive reaction to the leg split, Tarik wanted more than ever to demonstrate his bravery to Balroc. But that bravery didn’t last long. Balroc tightened his grip on the gonads and suddenly jerked them down as far as they would go. That made Tarik’s tall phallus swing forward. It also made the youth utter shattering cries of panic. Balroc held the gonads down for a moment, savoring Tarik’s cries. Then he moved the testicles back up to their usual position again.

Before Tarik could recover, Balroc jerked the gonads down once more, severely stretching them as before and keeping them held down. Balroc did the radical pull-down again and again. Each time Tarik’s erect phallus swung forward. And each time the fierce downward plunges brought louder, more alarming cries from Tarik.

The eight youths in the circle all moved closer to Tarik, wondering how long it would take Balroc to demolish his handsome victim. Each of them had seen him defeat many bigger and stronger youths that way during informal fights. Balroc liked to squeeze and twist gonads until he would make even the toughest youth beg him to stop. They would gladly admit defeat rather than risk having him damage their greatest source of male pride and power.

As before, Tarik revealed his distress with childlike shrieks of terror. Balroc had restrained his arms, so the youth could do nothing more than scream. He believed that Balroc had the strength to tear off his large, globular ovals and might do that at any moment.

As Balroc continued his downward pulls on the gripped sack, Tarik repeated his frantic shrieks. They began to sound like testicle death-screams. Balroc stretched the gonads even lower than before.

Tarik didn’t think his gonads would ever recover from this attack. His eyes filled with tears of pain. He looked at the naked males sitting in the circle. He saw some of them stroking and squeezing their phalluses as they watched him suffer. How could he disappoint them?

Tarik tried to force himself to accept Balroc’s powerful testicle jolts. He began to cry out less loudly. In addition, he often groaned with his teeth clamped together. Balroc noticed that and added more muscle to his squeezing plunges. The youths in the circle smiled. They noticed Tarik’s phallus trying to push itself higher with each plunge. Tarik’s groaning voice started to reflect hints of pleasure within his engorged phallus. More gruesome gonad pulls made his phallus more agitated. The initiation appeared to have turned into a contest to see which would triumph—power or pleasure?

Despite the enormous power that Balroc inflicted on the testicles, Tarik courageously held out. But Balroc saw the tall phallus start to twitch. The Leader gave the stiff testicle sack one more brutal plunge and held it there.

That forced Tarik to yell in a lower voice—yet this time in total pleasure. His phallus reached forward and thrust out the youth’s essence as far as it could. Everyone present saw the long, breathtaking squirts take on the orange glow of the torches. Tarik kept yelling until Balroc had forced every drop out of the youth. Only then did Balroc allow the testicles back where they belonged.

The emotions of ecstasy, shock and fortitude all swept across Tarik’s face in one expression. He rocked his head back against Balroc’s chest in triumph. The Leader patted his chest. But then he moved his right hand to Tarik’s erect phallus and

gripped it. The youth yelled as Balroc’s thumb began to repeatedly press down on the top of the now ultrasensitive sex pole. Balroc could feel the rim of the youth’s pleasure tube stiffen into a rigid mass. As though tied to a torture stake, Tarik furiously struggled and yelled to break away. But Balroc’s muscles wouldn’t allow it. The thumb doggedly continued to terrorize the rim despite the youth’s wild contortions to free himself.

As Tarlik shrieked, the intolerable, stabbing pleasure at the top of his sex pole suddenly escalated beyond anything he could imagine. Balroc caused it by sliding several fingertips slowly around the whole upper portion the stiff phallus.

It didn’t take long to compel a narrow stream of the youth’s essence to emerge from his sex tube. Balroc grinned as he spread it around the pole. The slippery skin made the fingers’ work easier and heightened Tarik’s glut of pleasure to an impossible level. The youth had no ability to withstand it. Balroc watched the youth’s his body straining to the utmost and unable to fight back.

The Leader grinned and kept sliding his fingers across the taut, essence-coated phallus. He maintained the same slow pace, undeterred by the youth’s distress. Balroc treated Tarik’s body as his new toy. He had taken possession of it and would not give it back. Now nothing would stop him from doing anything to it that he desired—including tearing it apart. At least, that thought came into the mind of the screaming youth

Every fiber of Tarik’s body tensed, as if ready to release more of his essence to Balroc. But the Leader had already taken his essence twice and the youth had no more to give. Tarik opened his mouth to scream, but he could make no sound. His body seemed frozen. Balroc kept him like that forever—or so it seemed to the helpless youth.

Then a spectacular feeling swept through every muscle of his body. A powerful surge shot up his long phallus. Tarik had never experienced anything like it before. His phallus suddenly erupted in giant loads of liquid pleasure.

The circle of youths loved to watch Tarik lose control. Some of their upright sex rods lost control as well, spitting their youthful essences into the night air. They couldn’t take their eyes off of Tarik’s trapped and thrilled body, which continued to heave long after it had ceased firing the youth’s essence.

Tarik needed a rest and sank back against Balroc’s chest. The Leader let him stretch out on the stone floor, gazing up at the stars. Everyone watched the youth’s erection occasionally jump, remembering its ecstasy.

Balroc sat on his knees next to Tarik, but didn’t give the youth the rest he wanted. Instead, Balroc grabbed the youth’s testicles with one hand and his erect phallus with the other and squeezed into both. Tarik tied again to scream. But he only managed to make a weak cry that signaled either extreme pleasure or extreme pain, or both.

Balroc loved that sound and wanted more of it. He got to his feet and began to slowly pull his hands higher. The exhausted Tarik gasped in terror as he felt Balroc slowly lift his buttocks off the stone floor with his gonad sack and phallus. But Balroc didn’t stop there. He kept pulling the body upward. The youth planted his hands and feet on the floor to reduce the stress on his gonads, phallus and back.

Balroc smiled and continued his upward pull.

Tarik became more frightened when he realized that Balroc’s pull had finally lifted his hands and feet off the floor. He felt his radically bowed body hanging by his gonads and phallus.

Balroc shouted in triumph, but would not release the youth. Tarik flailed his arms in desperation. Those in the circle watched the youth’s torture in amazement. They all smiled when Barloc began squeezing the gonads, demanding more of the youth’s essence. Tarik had no choice and he knew it. He felt hopeful when his phallus readied itself for another explosion.

Balroc assisted by slowly bending the phallus backward, aiming it at the assembled circle. They didn’t have to wait long to see Tarik’s third outburst.

The youth’s essence flew toward them with a power no one expected, especially Tarik. The long squirts persisted as Tarik shouted in pleasure.

Balroc at last dropped Tarik to the floor on his back. He sat down on the youth’s chest, facing the excited phallus. Balroc took the stiff rod in his hand and proudly showed it to the circled observers. He nodded his head, indicating that Tarik would join the group as the ninth member.

Tarik had become so exhausted that he didn’t grasp his accomplishment right away. But Balroc invited each youth to acknowledge Tarik’s acceptance by coming forward and feeling the new member’s still erect phallus as Balroc held it.

Afterward the eight youths left the temple, leaving Balroc and Tarik alone. The initiation had ended, but perhaps a more meaningful event would follow.

First, Balroc pulled Tarik to his feet and hugged him.

Then the muscular figure began to kiss the youth. The kisses didn’t end. Balroc’s tongue forced Tarik’s mouth open and rubbed it against the youth’s tongue.

Tarik seemed to melt into Balroc’s arms, because he knew what this meant: Balroc wanted the two of them to live together as one. Tarik’s smile accepted that offer.

Balroc knew that Tarik had become too weak to follow him to his dwelling place, so he picked up the naked youth and carried him. He left the temple and had no trouble finding his way in the darkness—the stars seemed to illuminate the treacherous route for him. The narrow path rose higher and higher as it wound its way between ancient trees and massive boulders.

Balroc had no trouble carrying the youth as he climbed to an extraordinary height. When at last he reached his destination, Balroc gently placed Tarik on several large animal skins spread out near a cliff that overlooked the village far below. Balroc made a fire and sat down beside the youth. He put his arm around Tarik and smiled. Balroc held up his hand with the first two fingers spread apart, then he moved them together. Tarik understood the meaning. He wrapped a hand tightly around the two fingers and smiled. The two would stay together.

In the village below they began to see small fires appear—all celebrating the two males perched high above them. Balroc and Tarik responded by hugging and kissing and feeling every part of each other’s body. The long, warm night seemed to congratulate them with refreshing breezes.

Finally Balroc rose. He took Tarik’s hand and placed it on his cloth covering. He tugged on Tarik’s hand until the youth proceeded to pull on the cloth by himself. The cloth soon came apart and fell onto the animal skins. Tarik gasped as he saw Balroc standing before him naked—a sight few males in the village had ever seen.

In the sparkling light of the fire, Balroc’s muscular body looked doubly magnificent. It seemed to draw Tarik closer, even though that body had tortured him in so many ways. Tarik began to feel Barloc’s strong legs. The youth stared at the imposing, solid testicles that hung in front of him. Balroc took Tarik’s hand and placed it around them.

The youth’s fingers respectfully felt each huge gonad. Balroc grinned and squeezed Tarik’s hand, inviting him to apply more force. When Tarik did so, Balroc moved his hand to the youth’s head and ran his strong fingers through the youth’s thick hair.

As Tarik squeezed with increasing power, he felt the gonads becoming stiffer. Instead of recoiling from the pressure, Balroc patted the youth’s head. He clearly liked it and wanted more. Tarik squeezed the testicles harder. He saw the top of Balroc’s erect phallus began to leak some of its essence. Tarik couldn’t resist and took it in his mouth.

Balroc groaned loudly in pleasure. He gripped Tarik’s head with both hands and wouldn’t allow it to move. The youth felt the pole reach up inside his mouth. It quickly tightened. Balroc’s hands held Tarik’s head firmly. Then Balroc started squirting his essence into the exhausted youth. It quickly flooded Tarik’s mouth. The youth swallowed the expanding deluge as fast as he could. Nevertheless, some of the essence drained from the side of his closed mouth as Balroc pumped it into him.

Tarik felt exhilarated after the erect pole stopped squirting. But Balroc didn’t disengage. He spread his legs widely and kept holding the youth’s head. Almost immediately Balroc’s excited phallus started to pump more of his essence into Tarik. The youth tried harder to prevent any of it from leaking out of his mouth—as if in training to do so. This time Tarik succeeded.

Balroc grabbed the youth around the waist. He hugged and kissed Tarik almost brutally. Simultaneously Tarik’s hands grasped Balroc’s buttocks. They felt like hardened muscle, difficult for his fingers to penetrate. But his fingers eventually accomplished that, digging into the buttock muscle like claws.

Balroc loved it and groaned louder. He then gripped Tarik’s buttocks with both hands and pulled them apart. He slowly slid a finger into the hole and massaged it until a relaxing pleasure swept over the youth. Balroc placed him chest-down on the soft animal skins and gently lowered himself onto Tarik’s back. Balroc wrapped his arms around the youth and kissed him on the neck.

Tarik could feel Balroc’s big phallus slowly squeezing between his buttocks. He gasped as it entered the hole. Balroc continued to kiss him as he unhurriedly pushed the phallus forward. Tarik felt it slowly sliding into his body—conquering it with Tarik’s approval. When Balroc finally had his long erection completely within the youth, he gave him some time to get accustomed to the feeling. Then he slowly retracted his warm muscle and carefully pushed it in again. The youth sighed as Balroc repeated the motion many times, always moving it at a very slow pace.

When Balroc began to increase the pace, both males groaned from the pleasure that it built within them. Balroc licked the youth’s neck. Tarik groaned louder as he felt the phallus starting to swell inside him. The pleasure-muscle became warmer and soon neither male could delay its desire any longer.

Balroc abruptly rammed his phallus into the youth and held it there as the pleasure-muscle erupted. Tarik could feel it shooting the virile essence far inside his body. Balroc and Tarik yelped in an ecstasy known only to males who had found each other.

Balroc continued to hug and kiss the youth for long afterward. Both drifted into sleep as the fire died away. But their companionship never died. It became stronger, wherever they went and whatever they did. Tarik soon changed his name to Balrik and the two became known in the village as Roc and Ric.

In the weeks and months that followed, the two partners had fun hunting and fishing together every day, always naked. When the opportunity arose, Ric would surprise Roc by grabbing the muscleboy’s tempting gonad sack from behind. He never grew tired of holding and squeezing it. But in their longer fights, Roc would dominate. He loved making his handsome partner yell in pain, and the youth never tired of it.

After every day’s adventure, Roc and Rik would settle down in their high dwelling—like two eagles overseeing their world. They held each other as they watched night approach. The brilliant stars always smiled down upon them.

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Lord Fontelboy reclined in the well upholstered chair, enjoying the post coital hormonal surge his sessions in the Latex Palace with one of the clone ‘companions’ always gave him. He studied the still restrained and latex sheathed figure on the bed and wondered what it might be like to be a creature such as this. Cloned from a suitable male at some time in the past purely to give sexual pleasure and companionship to men like himself. The majority of such clones showed little interest in anything other than providing sexual satisfaction for whoever could afford to hire one, and some, like the one currently awaiting his further pleasure, or release to be returned to its cell, were developed to provide specialist fetish pleasure.

He admired the very large penis in its black latex sheath, just the generous, flared, glans exposed, and the large scrotum. His eye travelled up the torso, enjoying the athletic musculature showing through the tight rubber. He knew the arms matched and so did the legs — he’d admired them as he secured the clone to the bed with the ankle and wrist cuffs. All clones were engineered to be perfect specimens, those that were flawed seldom left the growth tank, or if they did, the facility in which they’d been produced, unless the ‘flaw’ was intentional and designed for the needs of a specific fetish. This one was physically perfect, a veritable classical statue brought to life and clad in skintight latex. The lights reflected off the polished rubber, accentuating the gentle rhythm of the clone’s breathing as it stared at the ceiling mirror above it.

He’d used the services of many of the Palace’s clones since coming of age. Generally they were responsive enough, efficient at giving head, and at accepting a client’s fucking — even, he had to admit, at fucking him when he wanted it, and at allowing him to enjoy giving them head, always in latex and always restrained. But this one was somehow different. More responsive, more spontaneous in some way, and that had given him more than usual relief and pleasure.

Rising, he moved toward the bed. The rubber encased head turned toward him, the eyes alert, almost, he felt, eager. Briefly he wondered what the clone’s face looked like. All clones wore a latex hood and full face mask at all times when with a client. A rule, it was said, introduced to hide the identity of the clone’s donor. Since no new donors had been used for at least forty years, it seemed now to be little more than custom and practice — or perhaps the clone’s faces were unattractive, disfigured in some way. It didn’t matter, they were there purely for the sex they provided.

“I desire the use of your cock,” he said, smiling. “Again.”

The hooded head nodded carefully, the eyes following his face above the heavy muzzle gag. At it’s crotch, the shapely penis stiffened, slowly rising as it lengthened and grew thicker.

“Yes,” his lordship said, admiring the organ. “I can see why you are a triple certified unit.” He swung astride the prone figure. Reaching between his legs he opened the zip and exposed his anal opening. “I require penetration, but you are not to impregnate me until I command it.”

The clone nodded an acknowledgement and his lordship positioned himself carefully, then sank slowly onto the magnificent penis, feeling it stretch his muscles, then fill his passage as it slid deeper into his eager body.Once it was fully inside him, he paused, enjoying the sensation, and steadying his own surging desire. His gaze met the clone’s, and he was surprised to see a look that suggested a desire, not just to please, but something more. 

He pushed the thought aside and began to enjoy fucking himself on that wonderful cock. He barely noticed the clone’s subtle movements that enhanced his experience until, by chance, he once more made eye contact. The look in those eyes was of intense concentration, so he decided to add some stimulation for it. Gently maintaining his rhythm, he reached for a butt plug, then held it up for the clone to see, coated it with lubricant, then reached behind and below himself and found the clone’s opening, startled as the clone rose beneath him, and eased its legs apart to accept the plug. He pushed it home, gratified to see the clone’s eyes close tight as it went home.

When the clone opened his eyes again, the look appeared to be one of enjoyment. Certainly its movements beneath him were extremely pleasurable to him. So much so he almost forgot to order the clone to release his seed. 

Bracing himself with his hands on the nipple stimulators in the clone’s suit, he ordered, “Now! Impregnate me with your seed.”

He felt the hot fluid erupt inside him, and squeezed the stimulators, drawing a sigh from the clone. Waiting until he was sure it had finished ejaculating — always a prolonged affair with a clone — he eased himself free of the still rigid member, and closed his rear zip. Using the cleaning wipes provided he cleaned the magnificent cock, taking care to ensure he gave it the as much stimulation as possible.

When he’d finished, he moved to straddle the chest, and began to remove the muzzle. “Now you will give me head.”

“Yes, my lord.” The mouth smiled, the first time Tristram, Viscount Fontleboys had ever seen a clone show such a sign of pleasure. Then his surprise was overtaken by the skilled attention his swollen organ was getting from this soft masculine lips and the tongue. Like all clones, this one lacked any incisors in the upper and lower jaw, allowing unimpaired entry of a client’s cock into the mouth and throat.

Once again, his lordship was surprised to realise that the clone gave every appearance of enjoying giving fellatio. It certainly went beyond the usual rather mechanical actions as it gave his cock the most satisfying blowjob he could recall. Finally he could no longer hold back, and the clone swallowed everything, again giving every indication of real enjoyment.

“You are a most unusual clone.” He remarked as he removed himself and stood. “The best I have experienced here.”

“Thank you, Lord.”

Muzzle in hand, Lord Fontleboys hesitated. “Do you enjoy giving sexual pleasure?”

“Yes, my lord. It is my function. It is more pleasurable with some than others.”

“With me?”

“Better than any I have experienced, lord.”

Tristram hesitated. This clone was different. No previous clone he’d used had responded as this one had. He looked into the eyes, seeing the pleasure there. No other clone had the same look — in fact most had an almost vacant look in their eyes. A thought came to him. “Are you a clone? Or something else?”

“I am a clone, my lord. I am Four of Nineteen. The product of a new process, I have several enhancements to my responses, and am able to use my anatomy in ways earlier models could not.”

“Four of Nineteen.” Tristram hesitated again. “Do you have a name?”

“Four of Nineteen is my name, lord.”

“Is there something you would like before I muzzle you and summon the Keeper, Four of Nineteen?” Tristram smiled. “My time is up for today, but I shall book your services again.”

“Would my lord kiss me in the manner of his lover? Then I shall treasure the memory of it.”

“Yes, I will. But first I will release you.” Lord Fontleboys released the restraining cuffs and stood back to allow the clone to stand. “And now I shall kiss you, Four of Nineteen, in the manner of a lover, with my arms around you, so, and yours around me, and our mouths can then engage so …”

The kiss lingered. Tristram Fontleboys wondered for some time on his way home, and then over the days that followed, why he’d enjoyed it so much. Even more curious was why had the clone requested it, and why had it shown such emotion? This was something clones were not bred for. They were sexual playthings, nothing more.

It was a month before Tristram had time in his schedule for another visit to the Latex Palace. He’d been unable to get the clone and its responses to his attentions out of his mind. So, while busy, he’d initiated some enquiries into this class of clone. It had been enlightening, not least to learn that the programme which produced them had been terminated, and only two specimens produced by it were still in use. One male, and one female. 

To his surprise his request for the services of Four of Nineteen was met with offers of the services of other clones. Losing patience he demanded, “Is Four of Nineteen out of service?” His enquiries had revealed that the clones matured rapidly, but the counter effect was that they had a useful life as the sex toys of their prime purpose, of between five and ten years, then could look forward to perhaps ten years in some menial role out of sight. He recalled the term used for clones at the end of their useful lives. “Shut down?”

“No, my lord. Not as such, but he has not been performing as he should, and is currently in a reprogramming process. He has disappointed several clients and I have no wish to have him upset so important a client as yourself.” 

“This one is Four of Nineteen, have any of its batch siblings shown similar behaviour?” 

“No, my lord.” The Maitre paused. “Of that batch, only Four and Sixteen matured. It was an experiment and it had, ah, complications. Four has begun displaying some of the undesirable responses …”

“Undesirable responses?”

The man looked uncomfortable. “It is showing personal preferences and emotions, my lord. Completely unacceptable in a clone.”

Recalling that lingering kiss, Tristram frowned. “I’ll take a chance on it. I have reason to doubt he will disappoint me.” He considered. “Have him delivered to me in heavy restraints. Strait jacket, gagged, plugged and in chastity.” He smiled. “And leg calliper boots. Do not tell him who has reserved him. I shall wear a hood — and I shall make use of the torture dungeon facilities.”

“The torture dungeon, my lord? We normally only use that for the clones bred for it.”

“I am aware. I will not be using anything other than some of the devices for restraint.” He smiled. “I wish to test a little theory. If I am right, I shall have a proposition to put to you later.”

From his position in shadow, Tristram watched the figure struggle through the dungeon door. At his signal the escort clipped their heavy lead chains to the pillar, bowed, and left, shutting the thick soundproof door behind them. The heavily restrained figure stood, head bowed awaiting orders. Tristram studied it feeling his libido surge as he took in the tight muzzle gag imprisoning the lower half of the rubber covered face, the iron collar encircling the neck, the prisoner suspension harness over the latex strait jacket, over the latex catsuit. A heavy steel band encircled the waist, and the chains used to guide him to the dungeon went from this to the wall fastenings. His eye travelled down, noting the heavy steel chastity device covering the genitals, and then the rigid callipers holding the legs rigid.

He moved out of the shadows and approached the figure. “Four of Nineteen, a month ago you kissed a man. Do you wish to do so again?”

The head lifted and Tristram saw the brief nod.

“Do you think the man you kissed would like that?”

Chains clinked as the figure shook its head, staring at the floor.

“Then let us test that.” Tristram unbuckled the the muzzle, then removed the cover from his own mask. Slipping his arms round the heavily restrained clone, he brought his mouth into contact with the clone’s. The response was electric, and told his lordship everything about what was wrong — or right — with the clone. Gently he broke the kiss. “Well?”

“Oh my Lord.” The clone sobbed. “I have dreamed …”

“What have you dreamed, Four?” He asked gently. 

“Of being yours, my lord. Of being held by you. Used by you. Loved by you …” The clone hesitated. “Please impregnate me, Lord. Fuck me, and then torture me. Teach me not to dream. Inflict pain and abuse on me so I cease to love, to care, to want …” 

Very gently, Tristram kissed the clone again. “Very well, I am going to impregnate you, and then I intend to explore some further pleasures with you — but not here.” He unclipped the chains. “Move to the fucking bench, and bend over it.”

“Thank you, Lord.” The clone moved awkwardly to the bench Tristram indicated and positioned himself. It was a matter of seconds for Tristram to secure the figure firmly, then to remove the butt plug, drawing a small grunt from the unmuzzled clone. “Please enjoy fucking me, my lord. Punish me. Make me beg for mercy.”

“Perhaps — if it is truly what you desire, Four.” Lord Fontleboys knew he could never leave this place now without this clone. He pressed a small key fob. His agents would begin the process he’d ordered. Moving to the clone’s head, he removed his codpiece. “I wish you to prepare me with your mouth.”

The clone opened his mouth and Trstram inserted his erection, revelling in the sensations the clone’s gentle suction and the roughness of its tongue produced. It took all his considerable powers of control to prevent an immediate ejaculation. It was worth it. More than worth it in fact. After ten minutes he released his sperm. The clone’s response was enthusiastic. He sucked Tristram’s tool greedily, swallowing everything, then struggling to retain the now softening organ so he could stimulate it back into an erection. He succeeded and Tristram gently withdrew it.

“Well done.” He laughed. “You realise that you will now endure a lengthy penetration in your man pussy?”

“Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord. Punish me for causing you this discharge. Fuck me hard, Lord. Make me beg.”

Moving behind the clone, Tristram positioned himself and then rammed himself deep.

“Aaah! Ooooooh, thank you, lord …” 

“Tell me what you feel, give me a commentary on what my cock does to you as you are fucked.” He began to thrust his hips, feeling the clone’s sphincter grip his shaft. What do you feel? Do you enjoy this?”

“It feels … good …my lord … the sensations inside … stimulate … me. I … like … my … lord’s … penis … inside me …” the voice was hoarse, but he kept going, his words interspersed with grunts, moans, whimpers and many repetitions until finally Tristram rammed himself fully inside and erupted. “Oooooh … ooooh … my Lord. Please, don’t stop.” The sphincter tightened on Tristram’s shaft. “My lord’s spunk feels … sooooo good.”

Tristram felt the fob vibrate. “Good. Now I will torture you.” He pulled his cock free and cleaned it. “You will now be plugged with a serious reminder.” Picking up the dildo he’d prepared, an exact copy of his own cock, Tristram pushed it into the tender opening, then secured it in place and zipped the suit closed.

The clone gasped a thank you, then Tristram was at his head, a new muzzle in hand. Inserting the dildo gaga — another rubber replica of his cock — he secured the muzzle. “Now, Four, you are ready for your future. I have a surprise for you.” Walking to the door he opened it and beckoned the figures waiting outside. “Everything is arranged?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Good. Take it away.”

  

Tristram, Lord Fontleboys, stepped out of the transport at the entrance to Fontleboys House. To his attendant he said, “Has my package been delivered?”

“Yes, my lord. It is in your bedchamber.” The attendant smiled. “It looks like a very good acquisition, my lord. And your sister thanks you for her present. She said it is perfect — and wonderfully compliant.”

“Excellent.” Tristram smiled. “See I am not disturbed for the rest of today.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Mounting the stairs Tristram opened the door to his huge bedroom silently. Four stood against the wall, a sensory deprivation hood covering his head. The monitor attached to the strait jacket indicated the clone was either sleeping or in a calm state. Quietly, his lordship moved to the dressing room and carefully dressed in a latex catsuit, drew on the shiny riding boots and then his upper body harness. Satisfied, he adjusted his codpiece and returned to the bedroom.

Gently he began to release his prize. It took a while to remove everything restraining the perfect physique, including the heavy chastity device. Eventually it stood exposed, only the hood still restraining it by simply depriving it of the ability to see or hear. He took time out to admire the beautifully defined musculature, the perfect proportions of the body and the limbs, and, of course, the large and beautiful penis, and the overlarge scrotum — both, like the perfect body, the result of the genetic engineering that went into creating the clones. The downside was the coppery sheen of the clone’s skin, and the fact that one such as this, needed to wear latex in order to nourish it’s skin for at least several hours a day.

Placing his latex clad hands on the shoulders, he turned the clone to face the corner, then began to remove the deprivation hood. With it removed, he whispered into the ear, “Close your eyes, and do not open them until I order it.”

Satisfied he was obeyed, he began to remove the muzzle and then the latex hood. With these removed, he turned the figure again, and admired the angelic face now revealed, noting the absence of hair from the face and head. Softly he said, you may now open your eyes, Four.”

The eyes flickered open, then stared around the room, before focusing on Tristram. “My lord? Is it ..? Am I …?”

“Welcome to your new home, Four. This is where we will live in future, and where you will service me from now on.” He watched the expressions change themselves across the perfect features. He smiled. “Do you want your punishment to continue?”

Four hesitated, confused. “This is my punishment?”

“Yes.” He laughed. “You are now solely for my enjoyment. Shall we begin?” Taking the clone’s hands, he drew him closer and kissed him on the mouth. “Come with me, I want to savour your cock, free of restraints, just as you pleasured mine earlier today. We have much to explore and enjoy. And when we are done, I will show you the house and your new role.”

“How does my lord wish to enjoy me? Tell me your pleasure, Lord.”

“Then get onto the bed, Four.” Tristram smiled. That gorgeous penis was already rigid, the great pink head taut and ready. “I shall begin by enjoying your cock …” His mouth engulfed the head as the clone settled. “Mmmmm …”

Four controlled his sensations, he’d not been told he was allowed to ejaculate, so he couldn’t. He’d been deprived of that pleasure for over a week and knew his glands were overfull. He hoped his new master would allow him that release, but, for the moment simply enjoyed the sheer wonder of having someone giving him this degree of pleasure. It was not something that had happened to him often — and the best time, if not the only really pleasant time — had been with this very man. Four knew he was different to other clones. That is what made it so hard. Other clones had no emotions, and no interest outside of servicing any sexual partner they happened to be with at the time. He was both emotional, and fully aware of the difference between real pleasure and the simple mechanical function of sexual gratification.

His master was changing position. “Have I satisfied, Lord?”

Tristram smiled. “Yes. And now you are going to impregnate me. Remember the first time?”

“Yes, Lord.”

“Good.” Tristram positioned himself. “Ready? Do not ejaculate until I command it.” He pressed the head of Four’s cock against his sphincter. “Impale me. Ram yourself inside me as hard as you can.” The clone obeyed, thrusting his hips upward, driving the full length of his cock deep into the tight opening. “Aaaah! Mmmm.” Tristram caught his breath. “Now roll us over, so I am beneath you.”

Four gripped Tristram’s hips, then used his strength to lift him, rolling him to the side as Tristram wrapped his legs behind the clone’s thighs. Tristram had prepared for this, and landed on his back with his hips resting on a pillow. He smiled upwards. “Now Four, I will raise my arms and you will find a set of cuffs next to where I place them. Secure me, and then you will fuck me until I command you to ejaculate.”

Four looked, saw the heavy cuffs and the chains to the bedposts. “Yes, Lord.” He smiled. “To reach them, Lord, I must lay over you.”

Tristram smiled. “I know. And our mouths will meet. We will kiss, and then you will fuck me.”

Four lay gently over his master, carefully he fastened first one and then the other cuff to the outstretched arms. Their mouths met, and they lay joined at mouth and crotch. For several minutes before Tristram broke the kiss.

“Now, Four. Tell me what you experience as you fuck me. Tell me what you feel as that perfect cock works my hole. I want to be sure you have as much pleasure as I do …”

“Yes, Lord.” Four repositioned himself carefully, clones were rarely allowed this action. In fact he’d only had this pleasure twice before, once with a trainer, and once with his lordship. On both occasions he’d been restrained, and his ‘partners’ had controlled the entire experience. Now he was on top and ordered to enjoy it …

Tristram endured twenty minutes of it while Four describe what he felt with each thrust and withdrawal, how his glands wanted to discharge, how sensitised his cock head was becoming and how much he liked servicing his master this way. Eventually Tristram could hold out no longer. His own cock had filled his codpiece with his own issue, and he sensed that Four was tiring.

“Ejaculate, Four. Fill me …” His eyes widened as he felt the discharge inside him. “Ooooh! Oh yes. Yes, Four, fill me with your spunk …” When the pulsing stopped, he sighed. “Kiss me, Four.” He sighed again as the clone lowered himself for the kiss. “Thank you, Four. I have not had so good a fucking since school and I was the dormitory fuck.” Their mouths met, and locked.

Several hours later Tristram led the now latex clad Four on a tour of Fontleboys House, a huge rambling partly baroque and partly older chateau. He admired the latex figure beside him afresh, the thin latex the only garment covering the magnificent figure, and the gorgeous penis perfectly displayed in it’s sheath. At his order Four was unhooded, and evidently enjoyed the experience.

“This is our home, Four. You will be my companion at all times when I am here, when I am not you will take care of our rooms and the equipment in them.” He opened a door. “Do you swim?”

“Yes, Lord. It is essential for body tone.”

“Good, then we will swim together. Here is the pool.” He smiled. “I will provide you with a suitable garment in which to swim — one that properly shows you off.” Taking the clone’s hand, he turned him, and kissed him on the mouth. “You are no longer property, Four. You are now my companion and lover. Is that what you dreamed?”

The clone hesitated. “Clones are not people, Lord. The law is clear. We have no existence except as what our owners demand. We are human in form and in our sex, but have no status as humans. We are classed as Artificial Life Forms, AFFs. If you desire me as a companion and lover, Lord, then that is what I am. Did I dream of it? Of something like, Lord. I dream of being a person, like you, like the others in this house.” He paused. “But if all you desire is a companion and lover, then I am happy to be that for as long as you desire me to be.”

For a moment Tristram hesitated, trying to read the clone’s expression. He knew the law, had studied it carefully before engaging in this exercise. He’d also engaged a team of legal experts and tasked them with finding a means to address the problem. There were a number of hurdles to overcome, but he would do so. 

“To me you are a person. We will give you a name, a proper name, and while I can’t change the law for all clones, I can and will obtain a change of status for this clone.” He smiled. “My companion and lover shall have his desire — he will be a person, recognised in law.” He kissed the suddenly tear streaked cheek. “And now let us enjoy some supper, and then see what else my lover enjoys sexually …

The day was long and stressful, and I needed some relief. I knew it was dangerous but the 3rd floor men’s room in the mall across the street was calling to me. I knew that getting caught with my dick in someone’s mouth in a public bathroom would probably cost me my job and my marriage, but I was so desperate. My dick was rock hard, leaking precum and the only thing that would bring relief was a warm hungry mouth.

As I started out of my office, I recalled the first time I used the men’s room to get off with a guy. It was about 2 years prior. It wasn’t the first time a dude blew me; I had been sucked off plenty by guys back when I was in college. Back then my dick was always hard and if I couldn’t get any pussy, I would let a dude suck on my thick cock. After college I settled down, met my wife and my days of getting blowjobs from guys came to an end.

That lasted for several years but the thought of a hungry cock sucker slurping on my dick started to fill my mind and my fantasies. Eventually I searched out a chat group and began talking to some guys online. I made it clear from the start, I was not looking for any reciprocation, just a blow job. I didn’t make out, and I didn’t suck dick.

At 31 years old I am in my best shape ever. I have a solid beefy hairy body with big low hanging balls and 8-inch-thick dick that guys seemed to really like. I would start off by chatting and getting comfortable with a guy online, then if he seemed cool and sent a picture, I would send one of me. Of course, my pics were headless, just my body and my hard dick. I didn’t much care for guys that were old or out of shape. I guess they had to appeal on a certain attraction level. If they were interested in me, which most guys were and they seemed cool, I would agree to meet them.

The first time I did it in the bathroom, I trembled like crazy as I entered. I wasn’t sure how it worked. Did I approach the guy, or did he make the first move? At first the bathroom seemed empty as I took a place at the urinal and began to piss. Almost immediately a guy stood next to me and began to piss. A cold chill ran through my body. I looked over at him casually to see if it was the guy and when I did, he nodded and smiled.

“Hey” he said simply and turned to let me see his hard dick. I could feel my dick swelling in my hand. He moved towards the stalls and stood in the corner and I nervously followed. “If someone comes in just go into the stall” he said softly then immediately dropped to his knees and began sucking my dick. I placed my hands on either side of his head and began to slide my dick in and out. It didn’t take long before I was ready to pop a load. “I’m close” I warned in case he didn’t want to swallow, but the guy kept going and I shot everything I had down his hungry throat. When I finished, he licked my dick clean as I slumped against the door jam. As he stood up, I could see his dick was rock hard, but I didn’t stay around to watch what he was going to do. I zipped up in a hurry, gave him a quick “thanks” and left the restroom feeling relieved.

Over the next few months when the need for a blowjob overwhelmed me, I would check out the online chat group. A few times I met up with the same guy. He never asked for more and I never offered. I liked using his mouth and he seemed to like taking my load. His mouth was a great release and that made me want it even more frequently, generally letting him suck me off about once a week when I could get away.

Then as quick as it started I noticed the guy didn’t seem to be online anymore. As weeks turned into months my need for a blowjob intensified. I started chatting with other guys and even considered a few I wouldn’t normally consider; older, too young, out of shape etc. Finally, I began to chat with a guy that was in a similar situation. He introduced himself as Richard but said everyone called him Dick. I laughed at the irony.

From the start the conversation was different, he didn’t jump into “show me your dick” or “how big are you” we had an actual conversation. He seemed like someone that under different circumstances, I could have a friendship with. Finally, conversation turned to sex and I explained that all I was looking for was a blowjob. “I could help you with that” he said after a few minutes of silence. Then he asked for a picture. Normally I waited for the other guy to send his first, but Dick seemed cool, so I sent mine. Dick followed with his.

Like mine Dick’s was naked and no face was visible. His body was lean and toned with broad shoulders, muscled arms, and legs. but the thing that stood out to me most was his red hair. He had thick red hair on his chest and abs as well as a full patch surrounding his cock and balls. I was somehow intrigued by this. I imagined myself looking down at him on his knees, my hands holding his redhead and watching him suck on my hard cock. My dick was so hard thinking about it that it began to hurt.

After a bit more talk, we decided to meet. I told him about the bathroom on the 3rd floor of the mall outside the department store. He said he knew it but had no idea that guys got off there. I assured him that it was safe. He agreed to meet at 11am the next morning.

I was so excited thinking about getting a blowjob after so much time had passed that I couldn’t think about anything else. When the time finally came the next day, I was rock hard, and my underwear was filled with precum. I left my office and headed across the street making my way up to the 3rd floor. I found myself looking at every guy I passed; did they have red hair? Could that be Dick? As I passed the department store the smell of cologne wafted into the mall making my pulse race.

As I entered the bathroom, I immediately noticed 2 men standing at urinals. The guy on the right was short and stocky and dressed in a cheap, ill fitting suit. My heart sank for a moment till I noticed the red hair on the guy at the other urinal. From the back his body was strong and well developed. His plaid dress shirt fit every contour of his body and his slacks looked as if they were painted onto one of the firmest, roundest asses I had ever seen. I took my place at one of the urinals and waited for the short guy to leave. Fortunately, he didn’t bother to wash his hands and headed immediately out of the bathroom.

I turned to Dick and nodded. Dick looked at me and smiled. As he did, I got an opportunity to get a good look at him. Dick had a thick well-trimmed beard and mustache in the same red as his head and his body pic he sent me. His look was striking and reminded me of a travel advertisement for Scotland. “Hi” I said kind of caught off guard. Dick continued to smile then moved his eyes down my body to my hard dick. As he turned his body his hard dick came into sight. Just as he described a thick patch of red pubes circled his hard cock.

“Come with me” I said softly and led him to the corner near the stalls. “If someone comes in just duck into the stall” I said, remembering the instructions that I got the first time. I watched as Dick reached down and took hold of my cock. I scanned his body down to his pants and to his hard dick extended through the front of his dark slacks. The red bush was even more pronounced against the dark chocolate colored material.

I moved my eyes back up his body and I looked into Dick’s green eyes and something about him seemed to mesmerize me. Normally I would not take time for any foreplay but something about him made me feel relaxed. Finally, he got down on his knees and started to lick the tip of my cock. He dragged his tongue over the head, and I could see the trail of precum. Then with a gulp he sucked my cock into his mouth. The feeling rushed over me as the wet warmth of his mouth engulfed my hardness.

I took his head in my hands, his beard was soft against my palms. Then he began to slowly bob his head back and forth, as he pulled back his head twisted on my cock. His tongue seemed to stroke the exact spot that felt the best. I looked down at the red hair on his head and the shirt stretched tight over his hard body as he worked me. Slowly I began to slide my dick out and then push back in. Dick held on to my hips as I began to fuck his mouth with more intensity.

I wanted the feeling to last longer but, I was at a point where I knew I could not hold back. “Fuck I am going to cum” I hissed softly. My dick swelled and just as I was about to launch a huge thick load in Dick’s mouth, he pulled back exposing my cock. I looked down as the milky white cum shot from my dick and coated his red beard. Dick kept his face in the same position but diverted his eyes upward, a grin formed on his face as more cum shot from my dick splattering his beard. As my orgasm slowed, dick began licking the head of my cock, cleaning any stray cum that was left behind.

I looked down at Dick still on his knees. White cum streaked his red beard and for some reason at that moment it just looked hot. A part of me wanted to bend down and kiss him, but then my mind raced, and I stopped myself. I stuffed my dick back into my slacks and fixed my shirt. As I did Dick stood up and reached for a paper towel then cleaned off his beard while I watched.

As I began to leave the restroom, I turned back to Dick, his beard clean, his cock still hard and protruding from the dark brown slacks. For a moment the thought of sucking his dick crossed my mind, but then I convinced myself not to and I left the bathroom.

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“Oh, Henry,” Mom sobbed. “What do we do?”

Henry scratched his head, gazing at his wife. “Tell, me again, honey,” he said, barely moving his lips. “What do you mean? Stevie’s penis fell off?” He didn’t even try to conceal his incredulity.

“You don’t believe me,” Mom murmured.

“Linda, baby, take hold of yourself, please. Just tell me. Tell me something I can believe.”

“If you don’t fucking believe, Henry,” Mom pushed back the kitchen chair and stood up, holding onto the table and bending over towards her husband, anger and fear in her eyes, “then go fucking check for your fucking self.”

Henry froze. This was the first time that Linda had ever used profanity. Even when fucking, she would squirm and moan but would never say “fuck”! Something was not good. Stevie’s penis falling off? What the fuck?

Henry stood up and stepped behind his shaking wife and held her close, spooning her. “Baby, calm down.” He kissed the side of her neck wrapping his arms around her. “Did Stevie tell you his dick um… fell off?”

Linda turned around pushing her husband back, gazing into his deep blue eyes.

“Stevie found the d… d… dildo, damn it, in my drawer. He wished for his penis to be as big. This morning he woke up to discover that his dick was even bigger than the fucking black dildo, Henry. Bigger! He started jerking off and the fucking cock came off in his hand. I found it hidden in his drawer when I was cleaning his room. I was scared, Henry, scared and concerned. That Stevie was..s was… molested or was gay or I don’t know what I was thinking. I held the dil… no cock… in my hand. It erected, Henry! It fucking erected. I rubbed it on me. I .. I… I pushed it into me and it came inside me! Oh, God, Henry, the thing throbbed and squirted. I thought it was some sort of a new technological gizmo with a pouch of liquid or something. Oh my God! Stevie rushed from school and told me.”

Linda collapsed back onto the chair, sobbing, burying her head in her hands, panting.

Henry stood motionless. The silence was thick in the kitchen. Finally, Henry stirred.

“And what is there in Stevie’s crotch, Linda?”

“Nothing. God help me, Henry. Nothing.”

“Mom? Dad?” Stevie was standing in the kitchen door in his pajamas gazing at his parents. “I need to… to pee.” He stood with his legs pressed against each other, squirming.

“Since when have you asked whether you can pee?” Henry gazed at his son.

“I can’t, Dad.”

Linda sobbed.

“Come with me,” Henry led his shaking son to the downstairs bathroom, pulled down his pajamas bottom, revealing the wispy hair. There was no penis. Stevie groaned.

Henry squatted in front of Stevie, and with a shaking hand examined the boy’s crotch. No penis! He looked up at Stevie, totally lost. He then examined the crotch more carefully. Smooth skin under the light curly black pubes. He felt around. There was a small bump, smaller than a pea. As he pressed on it, Stevie groaned louder.

“Dad, I’m going to explode. I need to pee,” Stevie started to cry, “but I can’t.”

Linda barged into the bathroom, panting, holding the monster cock in her hand. “Stick it on, Henry.”

Henry reached for the cock and pressed it into Stevie’s crotch, pointing it toward the toilet bowl. Urine gushed out. Stevie grunted and let out his breath. The piss streamed out of the cock violently, splashing into the toilet water as Henry held it in place, unbelieving the nightmare he had found himself in.

Finally, the stream slackened, then dribbled. Henry shook it. Stevie held onto his dad’s shoulders as he felt an erection coming on. Henry watched, his eyes wide, as the cock got thicker and longer in his hand.

Henry watched incredulously as the cock enlarged, throbbing and thickening, his large hand barely reaching around the thick shaft. He gripped the cock slowly pulling down on the skin to reveal the pink knob. Stevie moaned, his eyes closed.

“Oh, Dad,” Stevie squirmed, his hand clutching his father’s shoulder. “Please don’t!”

Without taking his eyes off the monster in his hand, Henry stroked it.

“Dad, Daddy, Oh, st… stop, Dad faster, faster, oh,” Stevie arched his back as his father stroked the cock.

The ejaculation came strong and far, squirt after squirt of cum shooting out of the slit onto the bathroom floor. Stevie’s grunts were loud and his breathing came out as heavy panting.

“You see?” said the Lodus.

Of course, the Lodi didn’t communicate by speaking to each other. They communicated with what  earthlings called brain waves. The bump in Stevie’s crotch hardened as the cum pouch in his nuts ejaculated.

“Yes. That’s quite something, isn’t it?”

The Lodi inside Stevie’s bump gathered to watch.

“But it’s such a waste, that all the liquid spills on the floor. So much wasted,” one of the Lodi suggested, moving its sperm-like tail animatingly.

“They produce millions. Remember our orientation sessions? Our mission is to encourage this on the condition that one of us would join the flood and make sure to get to the egg first to fertilize it. That’s why we were chosen as the fastest.”

The other Lodi snickered. They were anticipating the trip and the experience. They were given male earthlings’ sperm-like structure. The objective was to get earthling beings born with Lodite powers. In time, Loduesporam will conquer Terra, but not by violence, rather by impregnating the female specimen on Terra, thus producing a new race under their domination.

The Lodite team had already sent the first of their members into the female earthling, now standing and watching. They hoped that their mate was successful in its mission.

Stevie crumpled on the bathroom floor, with his legs spread wide, as his parents looked on with amazement. His father was still holding the cock, his hand slimy with the white cum that had squirted out. Henry brought one finger up to his mouth and licked it.

“I fucking don’t know what jizz tastes like, but by God, this does look like it’s the boy’s cum!”

“What are we to do?” Linda lamented, rubbing her hands together and looking down at her sprawled son and her squatting husband.

“Doctors,” Henry murmured.

“But, Henry, honey, they will take our boy away for tests and God knows what,” Linda sobbed.

“Oh Dad, please don’t let anyone take me away.”

The bump in his crotch was getting softer as his cock went limp in his father’s gripping hand.

“We’ll make sure that you are ok, son,” Henry said, his shaking voice betraying his inner feelings.

Linda reached down and took her son’s cock, pulled out some tissue and started to wipe off the knob as Stevie grunted, his groin burning.

“What are we going to do when Stevie has to pee in school?” Linda asked, getting to the practical side, now that the incredible shock of what was in her hand was wearing off.

Stevie started to feel a little relieved as he saw that his parents were on his side and that they were looking for possible solutions. He pulled up his pajama bottoms and listened.

“He could take it with him?” Henry suggested, unsure that this was the best idea, or even a good idea at least.

Linda shook her head. “It has to stay safe. We don’t want anything to happen to it.”

“We could confide in the Principal? Mr. Dawson will surely understand,” Henry was trying his best to be helpful.

“He surely would,” Stevie snickered. “There are stories and stories, Dad.”

“Stories? What stories?”

“Dawson likes… you know…,” Stevie nodded at the cock in his Mom’s hand.

“Oh?” Linda said. “I never heard anything like that. Mr. Dawson appears to be a decent person.”

“Mom,” Stevie admonished. “He is. Liking something different doesn’t mean that it’s bad. At least that’s what we’ve been learning in school.”

The whole scene was so surreal that to an outsider it looked as if the family was some kind of an alien entity, discussing a detachable male member and what to do with it, or about it.

Meanwhile, the Lodi were discussing an action plan. This team was the fifth one sent to Terra. But it was the first team to imbed in a Terran body and start the process devised to take over the planet. The previous four teams had been sent to collect data and study the local inhabitants. It had taken a long time for the decision makers back home to set the plan in motion. There had been many difficulties and obstacles, but their ingenuous scientists had come up with satisfying conclusions.

However, the problem that was facing the team was how to proceed with the plan faster than it was going now. So far, only one of their members had succeeded in joining the sperm flood toward fertilizing an egg. How successful their member was, they had no way of knowing. The researchers back home had chosen this team because they proved to be faster than the others, but no tests had been possible since the real human sperm that had been collected and brought back had died. Was the Lodus that had ejaculated with the rest of the sperm doing its work? Had it won the race over millions of crazy human spermatozoa, only one of which would do the job?

The team had always realized that they would be competing with awesome numbers and that their 23 Ludite chromosomes that would mix with the ovum 23 to make the combination necessary for fertilization must be the first to enter. Their scientists had made sure that the Ludite chromosomes were strong enough to compete with the millions of Terran cells. They did have the advantage of not having to worry about the other ingredients in the seminal fluid since they could transform all the needed gland secretions when the Terran presses the two testes onto their knob. The process would not take more than 30 seconds, during which one of their team members would jump in and join the fracas.

“Couldn’t we do something to increase our odds?” one member of the team speculated.

“Do you think that our scientists and researchers back home hadn’t thought about that?”

“Well, yes. But we are actually here, and we probably understand how this process happens much better than them.”

“So what are you suggesting?”

“Reducing the human sperm numbers.”

The response was equivalent to human general laughter.

“It stands to reason, doesn’t it? If we are to race fewer of those cells, we stand a better chance of winning.”

“And how do you propose we do that, genius?”

“Murder.”

Silence. The whole team froze their communicative signals, awaiting others to respond.

“Listen. If we eliminate the competition, we stand a better chance of reaching our goal without losing many of us,” the Lodus insisted.

“And how do you propose to do that?”

“We could communicate with home center and ask them to come up with some enzyme that would get rid of the human sperm. We can inject it into the human testes.”

Another bout of silence. 

Stevie held his cock, staring at the knob, the wide slit, as it throbbed in his hand. He thought about how he felt as he dad fisted his cock and how Dad stroked it. Slowly, he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the head, pressing under the ridge. He closed his eyes. His tongue played round the knob, sending shivers down his spine, his crotch tingling. He started to swallow, his jaws wide, his lips stretched to the fullest until he felt the gag. He took the hard cock out and stroked it, and the image of his father yet again invaded his head. He wondered what it would feel like if he could stroke his dad’s cock. Was it as big as this one? Or as thick? He resumed the sucking, going halfway down the shaft. His ejaculation down his throat was copious. He thought of the millions of sperms rushing down his throat as he swallowed the load. He had learned that his semen was not only rich with those baby-bearing sperm but also with all sorts of minerals and vitamins.

Little did Stevie know that one of those million cells was not a real sperm. He couldn’t have known that this non-sperm was jostling its way, trying to race the others, heading down to his stomach, looking for an ovum. The non-sperm stayed in the semen flow, wriggling its tail frantically, feeling the sting of acid, his mind waves searching for some kind of contact.

“Our team member is in the boy-specimen’s body,” declared one Lodus inside the nob buried in Stevie’s crotch. “He’s calling for help.”

The nob in Stevie’s crotch hardened as the Lodi sprang into action. In less than a second, four Lodi pushed their way through the nob wall and disappeared.

Stevie felt a strange tingling in his crotch. He immediately grabbed his cock that he had placed on the pillow next to his face. It erected. He placed it back inside his mouth.

“Quick,” a Lodus shouted into his mates’ consciousness. “Another action. It’s my turn.”

Stevie brought the cock down to his crotch and pressed it at the nob that was tingling crazily, as if demanding attention.  The Lodus existed the nob into the testes and got ready for the race. Stevie rubbed the hard cock between his upper thighs, bringing it back to his anus, his hole twitching with anticipation. Stevie pressed the cock head at his hole and pushed. There was pain as the thick knob penetrated the outer rim. Without warning, he shot his load.

The Lodus raced wildly out of the long tube and out of the slit, to find himself inside another tunnel which was totally alien and different from the data that the previous teams had brought back to the labs of the path that needed to be travelled to get to the ovum. The Lodus panicked. He frantically emitted thought messages, asking for help as he sank into thick, slimy matter.

Stevie felt, with a shock, the first squirt shooting inside him. He quickly pulled the squirting cock away from his anus and into his mouth, swallowing another load of his semen. What went down Stevie’s stomach was just the normal human sperm.

The Lodus struggled in the mire that he had found himself ejaculated into. Although his physical manifestation was flooded with gases, his conscious thoughts were intact and he felt the signals of a rescue team.

The Lodite team was whole again after the rescuers brought back the two lost Lodi, one from the churning stomach and the other from the clenching and steaming intestine, except for the first Lodus whom they have not heard from. They were waiting for a response from home regarding their “murder” strategy.

“We can’t rush out of the male testes like we are supposed to. It seems that the ejaculation can go anywhere, and not necessarily into reproducing Terrans.”

“I think that I was ejaculated down the nourishment chute,” said the Lodus that went down Stevie’s stomach.

“And I was swimming in the Terran excrement. I detected ammonia as well as other gases.”

The Lodi tried to understand how it was possible for Terrans to send their reproductive sperm just about anywhere.

“So how are we going to know? If we don’t race and ejaculate among the first sperm, we wouldn’t be able to reach the ovum in time. We can’t just sit and wait to figure out where the ejaculation is going to go.”

“Before the ejaculation,” one of them suggested, “there would be rubbing when the whole shaft moves inside the wet tunnel leading to the ovum.”

“Not really,” said the Lodus that went down Stevie’s throat. “There was a lot of rubbing and wetness before I ejaculated down into the Terran’s acidic cavity.”

It was a dilemma that the Lodi were considering when Stevie was in deep slumber. They were still waiting for the go-ahead from home. And they hadn’t heard from their first team-mate who ejaculated and never reported back.

Stevie spent the rest of the week in a combined and confusing state of euphoria and trepidation. He was elated at his new monster cock which he sucked and rubbed inside his crack and under his balls. His anal opening tried to take in the huge cock and he was able to manipulate the knob inside the crack. At first, the pain had been excruciating, but after a few tries, he was able to endure the pain and to start feeling the pleasure. His ejaculations were intense and strong.

On the other hand, he was concerned about conducting his everyday life like other normal boys. A couple of times before Stevie experienced the cock enlargement and detachment, his lifelong buddy and neighbor, Dave, had insisted on comparing their penises and Dave had had the bigger one. What if Dave wanted to compare again? Especially after the last time when he brought Stevie to erection with his hand and what Stevie sensed was a bit more than just boys comparing dicks?  

And there was gym at school. His parents had advised that he leave the cock behind, keep it at home. When he needed to pee, he could ask permission feigning sickness and come home, especially since Stevie said that he could keep it in until school let off. But at gym, he might be discovered. The boys were sometimes too aggressive and he had been the butt of jokes often. Stevie was scared.

The Lodi were perplexed. There were many ejaculations. They had to feed the specimen’s testes with semen often, sometimes more than once a day. They hadn’t sent any of their members into the testes, though, since they didn’t know whether the semen was ejaculated where it should be to impregnate a female ovum.

Dave came over to visit, and as usual, he initiated cock size conversation.

“So,” Dave smirked, “Do you wanna check out whether your penis is growing to become a dick?”

Stevie’s heart pounded. What was he going to do? He could find no way of getting out of this. Dave had already pulled down his shorts and fisted his cock as it elongated and erected in his palm.

Stevie felt the tingling in his groin. He ached to grab Dave’s hardening dick and stroke it, also place his lips on it, suck it, like he had sucked his own, taste it, feel it squirt in his throat. Even more than that was the aching desire of pressing Dave’s cock at his boy hole and pushing it inside, feeling it stretching him.

With difficulty, he croaked: “You gotta promise not to tell, Dave.”

“Tell what? That my dick is bigger than yours?” He snickered: “All dicks are bigger than yours, Steve.”

Stevie reached under his pillow and brought out his cock. “Get a load of this, Dave!”

Dave laughed as he stroked his cock. “Now you play with a dildo, huh? Your peanut peewee dick is too small!”

“This is my cock, asshole!” Stevie said.

“Yeah, yeah, dream on, buddy.”

“Here. Hold it. Stroke it. Feel it erect. Suck it. Eat it. Push it up your fucking ass!” Stevie’s voice got louder as he worked himself up almost to a frenzy.

“What the fuck are you babbling about?” Dave stepped closer, watching the cock erect to its enormous size.

Stevie placed the detached cock against his crotch and thrust his pelvis out. “Suck my cock, Dave!”

“I’m not suckin’ a dildo.”

“IT’S MY COCK. SUCK IT!”

In slow motion, as if under a spell, Dave knelt and took the huge mushroomed knob between his lips. He felt the warmth and throbbing. This couldn’t be a dildo. But what did Stevie mean it was his cock? Dave sucked, trying to swallow the thick shaft, looking up to see his buddy moaning with his eyes closed.

“I’m gonna shoot, Dave. Keep sucking. Please. I’m, oh, cumming.”

Holding Dave’s head tight, Stevie shot his load into his buddy’s mouth. Dave gagged trying not swallow, but the squirts were hard and shot right down his throat.

As Stevie let go of Dave’s head, panting, Dave coughed out the remainder of the huge load.

“Fuck, Steve. FUCK! You jizzed in my mouth. Now you gotta do me.”

Stevie didn’t need an invitation. The blowjob he gave his friend was so intense that Dave almost passed out when he shot his load.

“It can’t be your dick, buddy. I can’t believe that.”

Stevie had to tell Dave the whole story, since the moment he had wished that he had a big cock, like his Dad’s.

Dave couldn’t stop himself from caressing the cock. It was real alright.

“So you got nothing down there?” Dave asked.

Stevie grabbed the cock and, pulling down his undies, pressed it onto his crotch.

“This is our chance,” one of the Lodi screamed into his mates’ consciences. The Lodite team sprang into action, and Stevie’s cock was attached. Stevie let go of his cock and gazed down at his crotch. Dave’s mouth was wide open with astonishment as he glared at his friend’s monster cock erected straight out and throbbing.

The Lodi were all excited in their nob as they maneuvered the attachment and the Lodus whose turn was to speed into an ovum and impregnate it got ready to transport to the male specimen’s testes.

Instead of an ovum to impregnate, the Lodus once again found itself in a quagmire of human feces as Stevie held Dave down on his stomach and fucked his ass dumping the hugest load inside him.

And thus, the earth and its earthlings were saved from space invasion by a gay boy. And the gay boy’s popularity increased tenfold, his cock in huge demand after the invaders picked up and got ready to leave Terra.

“Hold on, boys,” one of the Lodi communicated hastily. “Message from home. New instructions.”

“Call back our mate from the specimen’s sack. Quickly.”

The Lodi huddled their thoughts together. “Plan B is to be executed at once.”

The Lodi froze in silence as they contemplated the consequences.

“Plan B?” the Lodus who seemed to be their leader said. “This means a lot. But I guess we were bound to get there some time. Fine. Let’s get to work.”

Around one hour after Stevie withdrew his dripping cock from Dave’s butt, and Dave had promised not to tell although Stevie knew that Dave was going to tell, Stevie started to feel the beginning of a headache. He checked his crotch once more and found that his cock was still attached to his crotch. Lying on his back, wondering about what would happen to him now that his life had changed in such a dramatic way, the young man breathed hard and kept his hand on the bulge in his groin.

The Lodite team finished their preparations and the leader was ready to send the first message.

Stevie jumped, sitting up, grabbing his head with both hands as the headache increased in intensity. He looked around the empty room. He was sure he had heard a “hello” from somewhere. His head throbbed.

“Hello?” The greeting sounded in his head, clearer now. Stevie got up, his heart pounding, checked under the bed, in the closet, out of the window. No one.

Somehow, he felt a pressing need to lie down on his back on the bed and close his eyes. There were strange thoughts in his mind, flooding his thinking. His headache was getting less severe and his cock had erected. But he knew that he shouldn’t touch it. Not yet. He should find someone to fuck. Even though he had fucked his friend, that was not what was pressing on his mind. A totally different desire. A female specimen? Where had that come from?

He reached down and started the stroking, a vivid image of a woman’s pussy inside his head. Even though his mind was pushing him towards ejaculation, his natural desire resisted. His cock lost its erection. He wasn’t really interested in pussy. He was more into cock and ass. His mind was flooded with images of Dave’s ass and Dad’s cock.

The Lodite leader was exasperated and another message was sent to headquarters. Plan B was not working. The team waited in silence for further instructions.

“Abort the mission,” the instruction arrived.

“What about the specimen’s impregnating tool?” the Lodite leader asked.

“Keep everything as it is and abort.”

The team left Stevie’s body. Stevie kept his monster cock.

One month later, Mom missed her period.

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For me, being a loner began in middle school. It started in PE class when I was called the usual names of someone who performs poorly in the common games that boys play. I was physically fit, but I lacked the coordination skill necessary to hit a ball in baseball or catch a football or basketball. I entered high school with no friends, graduated with no friends. The only thing about high school is a crush I had on David Johnson, the guy who was the star tennis player. Everyone had a crush on him. Even though he belittled me mercilessly, I would fantasize about him. I imagined he would do the things to me that I was doing with my own hands. Then I felt guilty that I wanted him even though he was such an asshole. I promised myself that I would get away from him, and I hoped to get into a college as far away as I could.

I attended college on the east coast. In college, I worked with lab partners and study partners, but none of them became friends because I simply made sure to remain aloof whenever possible.

I had colleagues in law school, but again, I had no real friends. I made it through with no problems, passed my bar, and got a job reviewing contracts for loopholes or gaps. I rarely had to deal with people and I was happy for the first time since I was a little kid. Nighttimes were a little lonely, but I heard the negatives of relationships through the walls of my apartment. My plan was to save every cent I could so I could retire as soon as possible in the middle of some acreage, away from everyone.

Things seemed to be going my way until the week of the karaoke competition. While on my way back from the restroom, I was cornered.

“Hey, Mr. Murphy, are you going to the competition this Friday?”

“I don’t think so,” I replied.

“You have to. We need to win against H, H, H,” Ms. Khan begged.

“Who’s that?”

“Hubert, Hubert, and Hubert. The law firm downstairs. Come on. I’ve heard you hum and once I heard you singing to yourself. You have to compete.”

I don’t know why I did it, but I said, “Of course, I’ll be happy to. Let me know where and when.”

“It’s downstairs after work on Friday. I’ll come to get you. It’s a Janie Fricke competition, so practice your Janie Fricke songs.” She practically skipped away.

I was already dreading it.

Friday arrived, and as the neurotic I am, I had listened to every Janie Fricke song that Siri could play, twice. Three women from the office came to get me at 5:02 to bring me down to the bar/restaurant on the ground floor of the building. Everyone started drinking and munching on appetizers. They started setting up things just before six, and just after six, a man walked in and went to the bar who looked a little familiar to me. I felt distracted trying to remember who he was.

“Mr. Murphy.” It was Ms. Khan again. “The machine’s not working. They’re trying to fix it. Go sing something. It’ll make our team look good.”

What the hell, I thought. I don’t want to be the first to sing, and without the words!

“Yeah,” said someone else. “You can do it. Come on.”

Someone pushed me forward.

A voice came over the speakers. “Everyone, Brad Murphy is going to start us off with a song.” He handed me the mic.

I took a deep breath. “They don’t dress in Navy Blues. They don’t cry on the six o’clock news for the world to see. They go quietly.”

The room was completely quiet.

“They don’t stand out in the night and curse the Moon because the light that shines on them is oh so dim.”

I felt a tear form in my eye as I realized how much this song was about me.

“Lonely people, they just hide away their feelings, in a night that never ends. Why can’t lonely people find other lonely people in a world so full of them?”

I noticed several people seemed to get misty-eyed.

“All alone in crowded bars, making wishes on falling stars…” I kept singing, but tears began to flow down my cheeks. When I finished the song, people stood up and cheered. I smiled, but I felt so empty inside. I wanted to run out of the place, but people shook my hand and slapped me on the back. I moved toward the back of the room.

A hand shot out and held my upper arm. “Brad, let me buy you a drink.” It was the man I couldn’t place, except I now recognized him. I just needed to add ten years to David Johnson, the asshole who bullied me in high school.

“What do you want, David?”

“Shit. I wanted to apologize for being an asshole to you, but your voice tells me I hurt you more than I realized. Words and a drink won’t be near enough, will they?”

“Your recognizing that is a step. How about a rye and coke?”

David ordered one for me. His manner was easy; his face, still stunningly handsome, and he appeared still to be in good shape. He turned back to me. “I don’t want to make excuses for what I did; I was awful. I deserve… I don’t know what I deserve.” He looked at me.

His beautiful eyes conveyed a contrite heart. For as many times as I had imagined him in bed with me, fulfilling my sexual fantasies, he had hurt me. Verbal assaults. Physical assaults. Yet I wondered if his body was as glorious as the time I saw him naked in the gym showers.

“I don’t deserve forgiveness,” he went on. “But I’m asking for it. I really am sorry. I truly regret it.”

My drink arrived; I took a sip. I enjoyed the taste and the warmth that slipped down my throat. I looked David directly in the eye. I felt anger building. I wanted to push him on the counter and force my erection into him. I wanted him to bleed. But his eyes began to mist. He was honestly regretting the past. I felt the anger dissipate.

“I forgive you.” I took another sip.

He turned his head as his eyes filled with tears. “You can’t imagine what those words mean to me.”

But I think I could. He was still my go-to fantasy when I jerked off. All the years of wanting him, wanting him to want me, pretending what life would be like if he wanted me and loved me, and all the hate I’d built up because I couldn’t have him and his treating me like shit, all the hate began to evaporate.

I looked around. Elliott Rodriguez, a recent graduate working in the next department was looking at me. Why couldn’t a guy like that ask me out? I turned my face away. I had the urge to be with someone; I suddenly did not want to be alone. I didn’t want to be there either.

“Take it easy, David.” I turned and walked away. I grabbed Elliott’s arm. “Let’s get out of here.”

“I’m really shit-faced,” Elliott giggled.

“Already?” I asked.

“Wait,” David shouted.

I pushed out of the bar with Elliott in tow.

“I got here early to help with the set-up. Did you have a fight with your boyfriend? Because I’m really horny. Do you want to take me home and fuck me? I think you’re really hot.”

“What?” I stopped just in front of the doors leading outside.

Elliott smiled a goofy, sexy smile that let me know just how drunk he was. He had no idea what he was doing. I wasn’t hot. I was just an average guy. Elliott giggled again. He would be such easy prey, and he was cute. I know I would enjoy making it with him. He was a nice guy with a really hot Maybe I should.

“Your boyfriend’s back.” Elliott’s smile disappeared.

I turned as David walked up to me.

“Brad, there’s more I want to say to you.”

“Does this mean you’re not going to fuck me?” Now Elliott looked disappointed.

“Elliott, you’re drunk. You can sleep it off on my sofa, but we can’t have sex.”

“Is he your boyfriend?” asked David.

“I thought you were his boyfriend,” giggled Elliott.

I wasn’t sure whether I was getting a headache or the drink I had on an empty stomach was getting to me. I heard the music start-up in the bar. Someone was screeching “She’s Single Again,” and the audience was obviously enjoying it.

“Elliott, go back to the bar and ask Mr. Thompson to get you a ride home. OK?” I physically pointed him back to the bar.

“Will you fuck me next week when I’m not drunk?” he asked.

“We’ll see. You ask me next week.” I watched him go back to the bar. He was remarkably stable.

I looked at David.

“I’m not surprised that he wants you, Brad.”

“Why would you say that, David?”

“Will you take a walk with me? To the little park that’s at the end of the block.”

I took a deep breath; I didn’t want to go with him. There really was nothing else I needed to hear from him. I looked down at the ground, and as I did, I noticed that his package was even nicer than when we were back in high school. Stop it, I told myself. Do not go with him. Leave it here.

“Walk with me, please.”

I walked beside him to the park.

“I appreciate your letting me talk and listening to me and of course accepting my apology.” He reached out and touched my hand.

“Don’t do that. We’re not friends, David.”

“We could be. I never expected to see you again, but now that I have, all these feelings I kept bottled up in high school have jumped into my brain.”

“What feelings?” I scoffed.

“You know, I used to take my shower in PE close to your locker because I wanted you to look at me.”

“So you could catch me looking and beat the shit out of me? It wasn’t enough to slap me around in front of your friends? Do you know how that sounds?”

He touched my arm. “Here?” We sat on a bench. “I was afraid my friends would find out that I was attracted to you. Everyone assumed you were gay because you didn’t date anyone.”

“You were too smart for that, weren’t you.”

“Yeah, I fucked a few girls. When Danny knocked up Elaine, I let people think that I did it. I gave her money to take care of it so her friends would think it was me. I was terrified people would find out I liked guys. And I liked you most of all.”

I noted a fog entering my brain. I was conflicted by the desire to tell him how much I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to know once and for all how it would feel to be inside him, to feel the warmth of his tunnel holding my cock tightly as I penetrated deep inside him, to have him kiss me with those luscious lips while I stared into his eyes and released my seed into his gut. And I wanted to feel him slide in and out of me, telling me that he loved me, bringing me to orgasm with just the sensation of his wonderful cock sliding across my prostate, and then ejaculating load after load of his semen into me. At the same time, I wanted to kick him so hard in the balls that it crushed his nuts as I punched his face so hard he never again looked out on the world with that handsome face.

I felt his hand touch my knee and rub the inner surface. “I’d like the chance to know you, Brad. I’ve got a great job, and we could travel and make love in exotic places. If you’ll just give me a chance to prove the real me is not who I pretended to be when we were kids.”

“You know, David, I think you really mean that. I do believe you’re honestly sorry for the way you acted. And, I’ll admit that I wonder what it would be like to fuck you, but that’s all it would ever be. There wouldn’t be any love-making. To be honest, I’d rather spend the rest of my life masturbating myself to sleep than to be with you.

“For what it’s worth, I think I did love you when we were in high school. Even after that time that you hit me and all your friends spit on me, I thought I deserved it. I wanted so much for you to tell me you loved me; I would have kept your secret.

“I’ve realized since then that I’m worth more than that. I hope you do find happiness. Maybe we could have had happiness, but that time is gone.”

I saw tears well up in his eyes. He had realized how much he had missed out, and I realized that I was free of the past.

“Good luck, David. I truly hope that you find love.” I got up and walked away. I didn’t look back.

I stopped at a street vendor and ordered a gyro, the best-tasting one I’d ever eaten. I walked back to my apartment nibbling on it and sipping the water I’d purchased with it. Even the water tasted better. I skipped up the stairs of my building, and I didn’t wait for the elevator.

I rounded the corner of floor six and saw someone sitting in front of my door. Elliott Rodriguez turned his head and smiled when he saw me. I sat down next to him.

“I’ve sobered up a little.”

“Have you?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“I’m not sorry I said most of those things to you,” he told me.

“No? Why’s that?” I was smiling at him. I had decided to ask him out on a date.

“Because you’re the nicest guy in the office, and you’re handsome, and you’re sexy.”

“Are you sure you’re not talking about yourself?” I inquired.

“Me? I’m none of those things. Well, I am nice,” he admitted.

I reached up and pulled his head toward mine and touched his right temple with my left. “You’re more than nice,” I said.

His eyes looked up into mine. He pulled his lower lip into his mouth. I could see the bottom of his top teeth, and then he smiled very broadly. “I like you,” he whispered. “I like you a lot.”

I bent my head around and pressed my lips to his. “I like you, too.”

“Want to get something to eat?” Could he be any cuter?

“Are you hungry?”

“Maybe a little.”

“I just had a gyro,” I told him. “It was really good. I could go for another. Unless you want some Ritz crackers with cheese. Or some saltines. I can probably put on some chicken noodle soup.”

“Some saltines and soup would be great. Do you think I’m a slut?”

“No.” I tilted my head and brought my eyebrows together. “Why would I think that?”

“Because of what I said earlier.”

“You were drunk,” I said, trying to reassure him.

“But it was true, what I said. I do want to go to bed with you.”

“And I want to go to bed with you. It’s natural when two guys are attracted to each other.”

“It’s more than that, I think.” He turned his head and looked down the hall.”

“Let’s find out if there’s more than that.” I stood up. “First, let’s feed you.” I helped him up. I hadn’t noticed before that we were almost the same height and had similar builds. I think I’d only noticed how nice he was and how cute he could smile. And to be honest, I’d tried not to think about how I was sexually attracted to him.

I led him into my efficiency apartment. It had three rooms, a bathroom, a closet, and a room with a kitchen on one end. My bed was to the right, and a small sofa faced the wall with the TV. A small table with two chairs was next to the only window.

“This is nice. I share an apartment. The room’s not much bigger than my twin bed.”

“My bed’s a full, and there’s barely room to walk on one side of it.”

“It’s really clean. My roommates are pigs.”

“That makes it hard.”

“There are other problems, too. I’m on a waiting list; sometimes I think I should bring my stuff to the office and sleep there. I could use the shower in the gym.”

“I thought about that, too, before this place came open.” I poured some soup into each of the two bowls that I owned and placed them on the table. I found the crackers and poured each of us a glass of water from the filtered pitcher.

Elliott sat down and I joined him. “For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful.”

He looked up from his food and smiled. I felt happier than I had in a truly long time.

“Thank you,” said Elliott. “I feel welcomed.” He looked down at his soup. “And happy.”

“I’m glad, now, eat your soup. I want to kiss you again, but not until we’ve eaten and brushed our teeth.”

“My toothbrush is at home.”

We said nothing else while we ate; instead, we kept looking up at each other and smiling. When we finished, I took the bowls, rinsed them out, and placed them in a plastic pan of soapy water. I added the spoons but left the glasses on the table. Elliott watched me, and when I had finished, I led him by hand to the bathroom, where I got out a new toothbrush and small tube of toothpaste.

“These are yours. I opened the third drawer down, and this is your drawer.” We brushed our teeth. He switched between laughing and getting a serious look on his face.

“Did I miss any spots?” he chuckled with a smile.

“Let me see.” I moved in and kissed him. His lips were soft and minty. He opened his mouth and I ran my tongue across his lips. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me to him. I sucked his lower lip into my mouth, and he moved his hand down to my ass and pushed our groins together.

“Wow, Brad. I’ve been dreaming about this, I can’t believe this is happening.”

I found myself smiling. “I should have asked you out the first week you started working. Let’s go over to the couch and make out.” I started to chuckle.

Our easy, gentle kissing began to grow more passionate. My hands kept moving from his chest to his thighs to his hardening penis while my tongue couldn’t decide whether to fight his tongue or lick his jawline and earlobe.

At one point, Elliott pushed me back and worked at getting my pants off. He began licking my cock and sending me over the edge. He gripped my dick with his lips and slid them down to the base of my shaft in one smooth motion. It felt so good that I threw my head back and cracked my skull against the wall.

Elliott immediately stopped and asked whether I was OK.

I laughed. “Best blowjob ever. I’m seeing stars.”

He pulled my pants off and dragged me over to the bed. He began to unbutton my shirt.

“Hey, you’re getting me naked. Are you sure? I mean, you’re still wearing your shirt.”

He smiled and kissed me again. With that, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and slipped it over his head.

Fuck! but he had great pecs; just a little bit of hair covered them with more along his sternum. I leaned forward and sucked on each nipple.

“Let me get your shirt off,” he laughed.

“Get your pants off. I want to suck you dry.”

He paused for a moment, as though he couldn’t believe I would want to. I noticed that he swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. I reached forward and unbuckled his pants, unbuttoned them, and undid the zipper. As I moved onto my knees, I pulled his pants and underwear down in one motion. His dick, his perfect dick, sprung out, stiff, a full, hard, seven inches of uncut dick, pointed slightly down. It was beautiful; it was the dick every man would wish to have. His balls hung down, the right farther down than the left. The foreskin revealing the piss-hole and about half of the head.

I looked up at him. “Your dick is the most perfect dick in the world.” I moved forward and placed it into my mouth, gently wrapping my lips around it. My hands moved up to his ass cheeks, and I cupped each in my palms. I held him there as his cock slid into my mouth. I felt the foreskin move and uncover the head as it pushed the back of my mouth and struggled for a second to enter my throat. The sensation of his dick moving into my throat made me shiver.

Elliott gasped and then emitted an “Oh, fuck.”

I moved his cock in and out of my mouth and throat several times before standing and kissing him again. I noticed that his eyes were misty, and I pulled back the covers of the bed and motioned him to lie face down. I got on my knees behind him and began to run my lower teeth over his ass cheeks. Then I pulled his cheeks apart and ran my tongue down his crack. I heard him squeal with pleasure when my tongue circled his anus. My intention was to finger fuck him before rolling him over to suck him while my fingers continued to massage his prostate. I hoped he would fill my mouth with his seed.

He was moaning, almost uncontrollably, as my fingers found his spot, and as I rolled him over, he looked up at me. “Fuck me, Brad, please.”

I could not resist. He wanted me, and I wanted him. I grabbed the lubricant that I had under the bed, and with my throbbing hard penis dripping with lube and precum, I pushed into him. With Elliott’s hands gripped around his ankles and his ass pointed toward me, I entered him until my dick could go no further. My hands reached under his shoulders, and my mouth kissed him as I began slowly to fuck him.

The sensation of his warm tunnel holding tightly as I penetrated then withdrew from him was one that I had not noticed before. His eyes begged me to continue. His squeals and moans were squelched by lips locked around his tongue as it moved in and out of my mouth. Somehow he wrapped his legs around me and his heels pushed against my ass as I moved into him. I began to feel the urge to come. My balls pulled tight against me; they no longer slapped against his ass. I didn’t want this sensation to end. For the first time, fucking didn’t feel like masturbation; it felt like a connection to another person, but I could hold back no longer. I pushed hard into him. He threw his head back, and I fucking came as I had never done before. Four times we banged together, and I released my seed into his bowels.

After my last ejaculation, Elliott held me there with his legs. Tears began to run down his cheeks. “That was awesome, Brad. No one’s ever fucked me before, and I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it was nothing like that.”

I looked down at him. “Oh, baby. That was more than fucking. That was more than just sex.”

“I knew it would be; I just knew the first time I saw you. He relaxed his legs. I slowly slipped out of him, but he kept a tight grip on my cum.

I nuzzled up next to him. “If you thought that was awesome, just wait until you’re inside me making love.”

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Trevor

OK. I know he was just 20. But, if there was ever a time when I wanted young, it was now. And now would not get me into trouble. Usually, in fact, I had always been with men my own age (50+), or maybe a bit younger, but never with a teen or 20-something. Just did not feel right.

But this was different. Something about Trevor had gotten to me, gotten past my defenses, and stirred up my desires. Of course, there was the reasonable concern that he would have no interest in me. To be honest, I am 55. Height/weight proportional, sort of toned, still OK to look, though with white hair. Having little body hair, and shaving a lot of that, helps, I think.

Now, I never liked to watch gay twinks porn, or porn with older men having their way with young men or boys, and surely there was no interest whatsoever in young mans. No interest. I did not go to places where there might be young men. My life just did have that temptation built into it. Men were my interest. And only men seemed to have any interest in me, in any way, let alone sexual. Hell, being on the DL id not help and certainly increased the danger of young…

How did this Trevor thing start? Since it is not a fairy tale, well not that kind, I can’t start with “Once Upon a Time.”

The time and date are pretty specific, July 12, 2019. The place, my town, my street, my neighborhood. The first point of contact, a flyer put through the mailbox:

PLEASE HELP ME WITH COLLEGE THIS FALL. WILL DO OR HELP WITH YARD/GARDEN PROJECTS. $20 AND HOUR. HARD WORKER. NO JOB TOO SMALL. TREVOR.

 There was a picture of a young man, maybe 6 ft., nice build, long blond hair –  to his shoulders, shorts and a tee shirt, socks and boots, did I say a nice build? And very good-looking, Cute, not a he-man, but a nice looking kid with a nice smile and sexy, REALLY SEXY eyes. They looked right at you.

Now ordinarily those yard work flyers, cut your grass flyers, clean out your gutters flyers – right in the trash. But… this one I put the flyer on my desk intending not to do anything with it. I did not throw it away. There was something about those eyes, the long hair, the cute face, the shorts (did I wonder what they were hiding?). OK, maybe I might have downloaded the picture if I could have. But maybe not. I was NOT interested in young men. Not interested. I would throw it away tomorrow. I would certainly not let the wife know about this. Though, maybe she might be give the OK to help out this kid. And if I just looked…

So, I showed her the flyer. She said, “You could use some help.”

I said, “OK, you know I do not like to work with others.”

“Hey, if he follows up, give him a shot, and he is Cute… I might like to have him around.”

Right, no sex here for twenty years and you would like him around? Well, stranger things have been written about. Maybe he would fuck her brains out… crazy… and at least I had they OK to see what might happen.

Tomorrow came. Well, he was interested in getting work.

So he took the second step. At 3 p.m. on the morning of the 13th, the door bell rang. Who could that be?. The wife was out, away until the 15th on business.

Yes, I am on the DL. Married meant I had to do what I could do when I could do it. When she is out, I almost always get nude and enjoy some porn. And I entertain men here, when I can, when she as at work. Nice fixed hours. I love to get down in my playroom in the cellar – designed for quick set up and quick take down. Toys, lubes, a sling, a rim seat, if only I could have a fisting bench.

Let’s get real. I am gay.

Today I was sitting at my desk, into a Jeff Palmer bareback from Hot Desert Knights, he’s fisting two guys, I love his cock. I’m watching.  I’m hard, close. And then the door bell rings. I have plans to meet with my toys later. This is a lame area when it comes to men, especially men who will have sex with an older guy, I mean 50s+. And I am 55. But she was away.

This kind of interruption had been known to happen. I had mastered the art of quickly getting dressed. I had to pass muster, especially if it was one of her friends. Shorts and tee shirt ready, and off with the cock ring to bring down any erection, and I had one, I was close, so close. It was not one of her friends. And it was not the letter carrier, or UPS, or Fed Ex… It was the young man on the flyer.

So… I opened the door. More flustered than I would have been had it even been  my wife back sooner than I might have expected and needing to get in through the front door because she needed help bringing in the groceries. No. It was HIM. Why should that matter? I was not into young men, not, not, not, but this was HIM, in the flesh, better looking than in the picture and not afraid to make eye contact. And I did like those eyes. Jeff Palmer had great eyes.

“Hello. My name is Trevor. Did you get my flyer?”

“Yes., I did.”

“Any projects. I am eager to work hard.”

Hard. I hope I wasn’t getting…

“I am sure you are, but… I do all of the work here in the garden and yard myself. Kind of picky about that…”

He looked me in the eyes, smiled, and, said “I understand that. May I check back, may I…”

I found myself saying, “Well don’t go right away. Let me think about what you might do.”

Oh, to spend some time with this man.

What was I thinking?

And then I said, “Come around to the back, through the open gate on the north side of the house and down the path and into the back garden and around to the deck. I may just have a project.”

I could not let him in the house. I could not let the neighbors see me let a young man into my house. Hell, it was bad they might see older guys come in. They, at least, might be contractors or work colleagues.

“Great. I will head back there now.”

“See you in three minutes.”

“See you in three minutes.” I had said that? I had. And now, what was I going to do. Those eyes had stirred me up, not speak of… I had to get that thought out of my head. What would we talk about? What project could I bring up? Was there one I would like a hand doing? Of course not. But. Yes. The trees.

“See you made it.”

“Not so hard to get here.”

Hard. What a word. Difficult would have been better. Hard was not what I wanted to be thinking about. I did not want to be thinking with my cock. Maybe if he were older. With an earring. Or a tattoo. Or some other sign of a possible confluence of interest. But I had never, ever, made any kind of move on some guy coming here to bid a job. And young men were not my thing? And here?  I don’t think so. But… that stirring. And what about the fact that I was wearing shorts, pretty short in the crotch, not those baggy basketball shorts, these showed of a lot of leg which I liked, and no underwear. OK to cover for the door hello. But not for something like this.

“Well.” How difficult was this conversation going to be? Difficult. Focus on the goals. First, make this a good visit. Don’t do anything you could get in trouble for, like a grabbing his cock. But he is over 18. His cock. Damn? His cock. I love cock. What was his like? Stop it!

Second, if there is a way, get him back, AND YOU HAVE WORK, GET HIM BACK, BUT THIS IS ABOUT WORK! ISN’T IT? MAYBE. COULD IT BE NOT ABOUT WORK? I DO NOT LIKE YOUNG MEN.

Third, find out why you want him back when there are not really any projects where I need help.

Fourth… DAMN… HOW DO I GET HIM BACK FOR SEX? I WANT HIM!

“Sir.” Sir.” … well I do have white hair. “What do you have in mind?”

Does a young man who calls you Sir, and I did not think it meant that, want more than your respect?

I hoped he could not read my mind, because it was jumping ahead to the fourth goal. And that could not possibly be in his mind. He had to be straight. Girls had to be hot for him. He must have the pick of pussy. But then, that is what people thought about me in the day, well, or was I fooling myself? Yes about me. But not abut him.  But maybe the long hair… but that was not a sign in my day, but that day was a long time ago, but then I am gay now… what did I know then or now?

“Let’s take a walk about.” I hoped that might calm down the stirring in my shorts. And by standing, there would be no problem with their being short.

“Great garden. I love gardens. I would love to do some work here if you have any. And it looks like I could learn some things from you. You must love the flowers, the trees, don’t you?”

“I do. Thank you. Nice.”

Fuck he had nice legs. It looked like he had a great ass. And… it looked like something to offer in the cock department. The long shoulder length hair, the part down the middle, … and the cute face – fucking adorable. He reminded him of a porn film I had enjoyed in the 80s – a young man like him, a man like him coming out the seas,  then sex in a garden, sucking, fucking, cum. Long hair, blond, great ass, great cock, fucking the man who owned the garden… the garden owner.

I pointed out some bed renovation I had in mind. Bed? Damn, watch your mouth, Bob. And he had the hottest mouth, sweet lips. Then there was deadwood removal from a pile in the back, from a corner that could be a very private one, where men could… where I could… where we could. Not a thought to raise. I pointed out the five small trees that had to come down. And yes, the job would be easier with help. Safer too. Safer. I did not like condoms. I loved bareback. A married cock whore who was now taking all loads.

“Trevor, any of those three interest you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, let’s adjourn to the deck for a drink and see what we can agree on. What would you like, soda, water, wine, beer?”

“Beer would be nice. Thank you.”

“I hope I am not corrupting you. I know you are not yet 21. 19? Right?”

“Yes.”

 I brought the beer out. I brought a bag of chips. It was 4 pm, but I had no reason to watch the clock. I was free to be me for two days. The deck was warm. It captures the sun. In fact, it felt hot.

Trevor had chosen to sit on one of the teak benches. I handed him his beer, pulled up a small table in front of him, put down the chips, and sat next to him. I went in to get a clip board to take notes, if needed. I sat next to him, maybe a foot apart. Did I really think this was safer? Maybe because sitting  across from him would have shown no underwear on. I could have put some on when I went in for the beer. I could have. I didn’t. I would have, if I had been really, really crazy, preferred to come out nude. The yard was safe enough for that. We drank some beer, some chips… “So ,Mr. …”

“Please call me Bob.”

“OK, Bob. What are we talking about?”

Well it was getting him back. “I would love to have you come back.”

“Great.”

“So, How about first the bed renovation?”

A nice how, sweaty project. And dirty. There might be an afterwork shower.

“Then I could use a hand cleaning out that deadwood ahead of a town garden waste removal day.”

And how might that corner work out? I could envision a special shelter for sex.

“And definitely the trees. I ought to be smart and get some help”

“Cool.”

I see five days, spread out to fit your schedule, Trevor, and mine, and, of course, the weather’s. My guess is a minimum of thirty-six yours. And $20 an hour is good with me. And if we took more that thirty-six hours… not a problem. And you should expect not to do the work alone. I am not used to letting others touch my projects. This will be an exception. And it would be the time to pass on any information or experience I have. And I could learn from you. And benefit from experience.”

What experience? I so wanted to find out. But I knew I had to keep my hopes down. Trevor was probably straight. I was, in any case, too old.

“Cool. That would be great. When can we start?”

“Well, tomorrow morning and the next day would be good. The forecast is for sunny and warm. I am free to work all day.”

“9 a.m.?”

“Yes.”

“What I am wearing OK?”

“Sure.” Sure was right… and I wanted to see him with no shirt.

Did he just edge a bit closer?

“By the way, do have other houses to visit? I don’t want to take too much time.”

“No, you are the last stop for today. And I don’t have to get home in time for supper. The parents are away for the week. Pretty much footloose and fancy free.”

“A date later?”

“No, all alone.”

I said, “That is cool. I wish I had that kind of free time. Though the next two days I am home alone.”

“Hey, sounds like a story in there somewhere. I am going to be an American Lit major, and I like to look for the stories in the stories.”

“What in my day was called the ‘deeper, hidden meaning’. What the story is really all about.”

Where was this conversation going? Intellectual. Probably straight. Just a cute, hot, nerd. And maybe that was O.K. With a young man? NO. Stop thinking that way. And it was not for me to make an overt pass. Too dangerous maybe. Though he did like to sit close.

“That’s what my teacher called it. He may be your age. I like the idea of deeper and hidden, the things that are there to be found. but not easily seen. In the last part of the year we looked at stories about people hiding secrets that shaped their lives.”

“Like?” Was this a probing question to see what he thought might be hidden? For sure.

“Well, adultery, bigamy, homosexuality, drug use, being a secret agent – like that Conrad novel. Secrets kept from others, sometimes from oneself. Controlling desires.”

“It would be fun to talk about those one day.”

“Sure. I would like that. It would be nice to have some wort of mentor to talk things through with, experience things with.”

“What sort of things?”

Yes, he was getting closer. His thigh was almost touching mine. I liked that. He still smelled a bit of the morning shower, but with that added scent of a man having been in the sun. Hot, hot, hot.

He did not answer.

“Trevor, your favorite secret, favorite deeper hidden meaning.”

“Well that is personal. Let’s look at calendars and set up things before anything else. OK?”

“Definitely.”

He had his phone in his back pocket. He nudged me while getting it. On purpose? My cock was thinking so. It stirred.  We were seated and my shorts were short. I looked down. His shorts were pretty short too. Was that a bulge?

We set Agreed on tomorrow and the next day, and three to follow. Funny they all were days and times the wife was a work. How did that happen?.

“Those are days you are at home regularly?”

Hardening. The cock has its own mind, even when you are older, even when you could be his grandfather, even if you did not think you were into young men. Did I saw signs of his stirring, and you know young men can stir more.

“Yes. The wife works those days. I got lucky and am retired.”

“Cool. Maybe on other days we can talk literature?”

“Yes.”

I stood up. “Another beer?”

“Sure.”

When I came back, things seemed the same.

“Bob, I am hot.”

He could say that again.  I had told him it was OK to call me Bob. And it is still sunny. And… He just took off his shirt.

“So why talk to me if you generally do not like help?”

Holy crap. Nice, nice, nice. I had not noticed that his nipples seemed, well like something was stimulating them. Had he been touching them while I was getting the beer?

“Your flyer. Hard to resist the opportunity to help a young man with college. Reasonable price. Great graphics.”

“You liked the picture?”

“Sure, it must have gotten you a good response from the women.”

“But you are a man. You liked it.”

“I did. But what about the women. What horny woman would not want a good-looking young man in their backyard, especially with a shirt off? That seemed to get my wife’s attention. And she has not shown a lot of interest in…”

“In?”

Could I answer. No. “Were I a woman, you would be here tomorrow, today if you had stopped by today.”

“You are not a woman. I’m here now. And other women? Sure I got some looks. Some told me they would have liked to work with me, but their husbands said no.”

“How shallow. What they are missing.”

“I was told the long hair was a turn-off, a sign I was not serious.”

“Not serious? The deeper, hidden meaning? Not a problem for me.”

“Will you mind if I work shirtless?” The deeper, hidden meaning?

“Not if you want to. Even at my age, I like to work shirtless back here when I am here and alone. I still like the sun, though in moderation.” Should I tell him how I love to be nude. Damn cock stirring. No. Maybe later. Maybe just show him. Damn.

“Cool. I bet you still look O.K.”

With that I took off my shirt. To do that I had to stand up. My hardening cock popped out for a moment, quickly pushed back under cover. The shirt was off. I stayed standing.

“Hope I look like that when I am your age.”

“Thank you. My guess is that you will.”

“Wow. Most men wouldn’t say that. They would be too embarrassed I would think they were gay.”

“Probably.”

“And Bob, the deeper, hidden meaning?”

“We will get to that. It goes beyond literature.”

I saw down. This time making sure I got close. Why? I was beginning to think…

So, I turned the conversation back to literature. Trevor told me that he always looked in stories by men for hidden homosexual markers. Were Jim and Huck gay? What did I think? I asked him why? Huck was gay curious. And Jim? Maybe he thought he had to yield even though he had family. How about “like in the Illiad, with Patroclus and Achilles. Or Robin and Batman”?

We talked more about what that might mean for a book like Huck Finn book, he said it was as important as the interracial aspect. And what about Huck and Tom?  We talked about how reactions to male friendship had changed over the decades, were just more aware of them now. He brought up Whitman. How hidden was his love for comrades? And did boys and men enjoy their time together with what seemed to him to be an often very sexually charged atmosphere. And did cultural homophobia suppress what otherwise might be normal. I brought up the ancient Greeks, the Romans, though could not resist how Juvenal satirized men who loved boys. Bold stuff for us to be talking about half-nude. At one point, he turned to me a touched my chest to make a point.

“Sorry. I get carried away.”

“No problem. Just be you.”

“Thanks. And you be you.”

Soon it was time for a third beer.

“Am I staying too long?”

“No. When it is time to go, I will let you know.” We have plenty of time. You have to eat. Have supper here.”

“That would be great. This is my best sales call yet.”

“Glad it is.”

I went in for the beer. No thought of putting on underwear. I put on a cock ring. Not as bold as coming out nude. But… no more interest in cock management. I wanted to see what might happen. In my mind, on my knees. His hard cock in my mouth. Where I wanted it.

We talked some more. We never really made it clear what was now hanging in the air between us. No more personal questions. Favorite TV programs. What we were reading.

“This is pretty cool, Bob. I feel so relaxed.”

He turned to me.  He ran a finger over a nipple. I did not stop him. My nipple responded.

“Mine have looked like that since I got here.”

“I saw that. May I” I touched his nipples. “Nice.”

“It is, Bob.”

Incredible.

Awkward me. “So come in and help me pull together supper – some leftover pizza, cole slaw, and some wine. OK?”

“Yes, Bob.” With that he touched my leg and not close to the knee, closer to my cock. I looked and saw his cock peeking out of his shorts. Well, that was all I need to know that something might yet follow, and not just supper.  

We went inside.

I offered. Was this crazy? “She is not back for two days. Just the 9 p.m. call to take.”

“Maybe I will be here. If I am here would be a problem?”

“No, I hope you will be.”

I got to work on supper. Got the plates and wine out. It was nice to be sharing this meal with Trevor. I felt comfortable. He was at ease, not wary, not freaked out to be with me. On the contrary. Hadn’t he been the one to make that contact? And let me touch him?

Our house was not air conditioned. We were good with our being shirtless. Could a man’s chest and nipples be anymore inviting? My first touch was so incredible. Would there be a kiss?

“Bob, I really feel comfortable here. Thanks for asking me to stay for supper. It gets tiresome to be alone evenings.”

“I find it difficult to believe you have to have many alone evenings, Trevor.”

“I do. I’m not quite at the age when I can go to bars. My friends are pretty lame. No girl friend and no interest I one.” No interest? “And my male friends, well they just are jerks, talking about all the pussy they are obviously not getting, wanting to sit in front of their computers watching porn, no interest in things that turn me on, like books.”

“What else?”

“They are just immature. I like older men who can talk about things other than tits and ass, sports. Well, men like you, Bob. Thank you again for having me here. Like having the kind of conversation we have already had. It would be fun to have more.”

“Anything else?”

“Pretty personal question. O.K. Well, well… I hope this won’t shock you. Unlike my friends, I like to be nude. It is not something you just do with others. Maybe no shirts, like us now. But. nude.”

“They stayed dressed when they watch porn?”

“I don’t stay around to watch them watch.  I’ve never just been able to be nude with another guy – shower rooms excepted, but that is not what I mean. I mean nude. Talking, being outside, watching a movie, making a meal, eating a meal. Sure I sleep nude. And when I am home alone, I am nude. And I do things you sometimes do…”

“That is personal. Damn, you sound like me. I amnudist, too often frustrated. I loved nude sunbathing when I was in college. But I did not get what I wanted, to be nude with other people. Open. Just bare ass doing stuff, unashamed. Being nude. But alone. And, I have to admit, sometimes being playful.”

“Nice. Playful?”

”Yeah. With my hard… well, and wanting not to be alone, and well, … Let me invite you to take care of that frustration here.” I dropped my shorts. And…

“Wow.” Trevor stripped. Damn, was this really happening. And maybe he was just a nudist. But had no girl riends. His male friends were lame. And we were nude.

He had the cock of his age. Hard, hard, standing at full attention. 6 inches, nice thickness. Shaved pubes. Like me.

All I could say was, “Let’s get supper. You pour the wine.” 

We sat down to supper. Was this surreal?

“Bob, I hope this is not too weird for you? It is a kind of dream come true for me.”

“Trevor, how is that?” Was there a quaver in my voice? This was a bit weird, no really weird. My sexual encounters had never been like this. No nude meals. No standing around the kitchen nude. Not with women. Not with men. The ones with men had always been quick, intense, dark, dirty – a guy coming in my front hall and fucking me while I was hooded, a fisting session in my cellar playroom – the room almost dark. The closest was a few times when after sex I might try to help a guy with an employment problem. But never a meal. Never nude.

“O.K. May I make a confession?”

“Sure.”

“I don’t think you will be freaked out.”

“Try me.”

“I’m gay.”

Could I say it? Could I tell him I was too?

“Well, Trevor. I am too. Married. On the DL. And…”

He interrupted, “I thought that might be true. I want to have sex with you.”

“With me?”

“Yes, you. I love daddies.”

Shit. This was too intense. I got up from my seat. My cock was erect. I walked to his end of the table. Took his face in my hands. And kissed Trevor. He kissed back. Tongues dancing. Breathless.

“Thank you. Bob…. Oh… thank you…”

We broke apart, refilled our wine glasses, I said… “Bedroom or play area?”

“Hey, how about we get clean? I want to fuck you.”

“Trevor, a good plan.” Wine in hand, wine bottle in hand, we went to the bathroom, the one with the big walk-in shower and the hidden enema hose… Was this really happening. With this young god? Fuck his ass was hot.

I turned on the shower. While we waited for the water to get hot, we kissed. Hands running over each other. I could not resist his ass, then dropping down not kiss his nipples, fighting an almost overwhelming desire to taste his cock. I wanted his cock in me, fucking me. Seeding me. I wanted this, I wanted him. And it seemed like he wanted me. His hands were on my ass. He was probing my hole.

“I want to fuck you, Bob?”

“Yes, please. I want you to breed me.”

“Bareback?”

“Yes, yes, yes…”

The water was hot. We stepped into the shower.

What an incredible experience – soaping the body of this beautiful boy, Running man soap hands up and down his legs, his arms, his ass, his chest, flicking his nipples, then stroking his cock, HIS COCK. Then not being able to resist going my knees, hot water raining down, and taking his cock in my mouth, a little soapy, but, my god, my god, then feeling his hands on my heading, holding it steady while he started to fuck me mouth, fuck my mouth, my mouth… this was happening.

Then he lifted me up, soaped me, touched, caresses, standing behind me, his hard, hard cock in my ass crack, his hands on my cock. Fuck. This was so incredible. His lips on my neck, his whispering my ear, “Let’s finish getting clean so I can fuck you. I want your body, Bob.”

We broke off. Switched on the enema hose I had hooked up – not something that could be at the ready were she at home. I cleaned him. He cleaned me. We were unashamed in our lust. After the last flow from his ass… damn, I just had to eat his hole, taste his hole, I did. No resistance. Trevor was no neophyte to male love making. My tongue. It probed. I sat back on the floor of the shower do he could spread his ass cheeks and press back on my tongue. I was in lust…

A stop to towel off. Then…

“Bob… that was so hot. Fuck. The sling, not the bed, the bed for later.

Sling Time

I quickly set up the play area. The sling. The table with the lubes, with the toys, got out the towels, put down the rubber sheet to catch and fluids, got out the popper and gas mask. I turned down the lights. Turned on the TV, started the porn. Damn if it wasn’t a fisting CD. Maybe I could get up my hopes…

“Sweet area, Daddy.”

“Glad you like it.”

“You ride those toys?”

“Yes.”

“And poppers?”

“Yes.”

“Cool.”

“And the gas mask?”

“For hands-free use… “

“Hot, Daddy.”

“Well, boi, time for me to get in the sling. Is that OK?”

“Yes.”

I go in. I secured my ankles to maximize the spread of my legs.

“Scootch me down so my hole is just there for you baby.”

The lube was at hand. The poppers.

“Condoms?”

“No. Only bareback boi.”

“Really. How hot.”

I asked, “Clean?”

“No clap, or spyh… but…”

“Well, boi, fuck me and breed me.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

We began.

When you are in a sling there is the subtle, constant motion. It is almost impossible to stay still. And you do not want to, except, maybe at the moment when the hard cock in your cunt is just about to explode and fill you with the cum you want and you want all motion to stop so you – the bottom – can, just perhaps, feel your lover’s cock erupt. A lot of people write about, but many of us have every really felt it, really felt what some describe as rope after rope of cum painting the inside of your rectum, hotter than the warmth of your insides? But we do know that feeling when, just at some moment of movement, the head of you lover’s hard cock makes that first separation of your ass lips as it enters you making your ass hole a pussy, that moment when your hole becomes an entrance to lust, joy, fulfillment for you two, two men making an asshole into a pussy, a cunt, in a kind of vagina.

It was like that now. Trevor. His cock. My ass lips. Parting. Him entering, Smoothly, no resistance on my part.

“Damn that was sweet,” I heard him say. “Sweet. No resistance. Shit, the younger guys I have fucked, usually tighter than tight. You. Heaven.”

“Fuck me, boi.”

He did.

We found a rhythm to get lost in. The sling in motion. He is got to the fates of my cunt. Then plunged as deep as it could go. This young beauty was stirring up my guts. I, he, we fucked. Not like there was no tomorrow, but like today would go on and on. We sweated. We fucked. His hands pinched my nipples. They brned with lust. We paused.

“Let me put on my gas mask. I want to be lost in a popper haze while you fuck me.”

“OK”

I charged the mask.

“I see there is an attachment for second mask.”

“Yes.”

“Do you have one?”

“Yes. Over on the table.”

I charged that.

We shared a single canister with a wet paper towel wet with poppers – Amsterdam. Masks on. Sling as steady as it could be. His cock at the opening to my vagina.

“We should each take three deep breathes, then keep breathing. Take it off if it gets to intense, and it might. At least I am lying down. I don’t want you to pass out.”

“OK.”

One, two, three.

The poppers flowed into our lungs. They did their magic. Trevor exploded into action. I felt my hole filled with new lust.

“Fuck me.”

“Yes… damn, hot, fuck, fuck, fuck… I love this.

We were like to men insane with desire, desire that did not want to end. We fucked and fucked and fucked. Then, finally,

“Damn, Bob. I’m cumming.”

He exploded in my cunt. Pulling the mask off then my mask off, Trevor stumbled to the head of the sling, my mouth open, ass-to-mouth. Then we kissed.

“Fuck, Bob. Fuck…”

The phone rang.

Damn. If it wasn’t almost 9 p.m. Time for the Call! It was good that I had a phone in cellar.

“Hello.”

All I will record is my side of the conversation…

“Hi, Honey. Good flight?”

“Good.”

“Quiet here.”

“Remember that young guy? The one you wanted me to hire?”

“We met. What a nice person.”

“Yes, he is as good looking in person.”

“Yes, he is going to do some work around here.”

“We met and looked a good list of things.

“Hot, yes. A nice day here. Cooling off.”

“Just a simple supper. That leftover pizza. It was really good with that wine we had last night.”

“Wish you were here.”

“Yeah, I am on the basement phone. Just getting stuff put away, as always. I like to have it neat and tidy.”

“That noise in the background? I was just shifting a box while we were talking.” Trevor still had his cock in me as I was bending over trying to get my balance.

“Well you sleep well.”

“I will. Love you. Bye.” And with that Trevor started fucking me again.

“That made me so hard, Bob. Damn your cunt is hot. Now, stay in the sling… please… daddy.”

“For sure boi, for sure.”

“Just let me stand for a sec. More poppers.

“OK.

As I stood up to get into the sling, damn, that hot, hot feeling of cum and juices coming out of my ass. Trevor saw some. Scooped it up. Fed it to me.

“Sweet.”

We kissed.

We charged the mask. I climbed back in the sling.

“A question Bob.”

“OK.”

“May I use those dildos on you tonight? I am just so fucking hungry to use your sweet hole. Damn. I have never experienced one so incredibly open and ready. And the popper mask. Shit. Fuck. I want to wreck your hole. Then spend the night in bed with you, waking up again and again to just slip into your cunt.”

“Please do, baby. Please do.”

I paused to reach for a bottle of vodka I had handy. I took five big shots. I wanted this so much. And to know that this was not to be one of the usual quick fucks, or quick fists. Damn.

I lay back. I felt the booze. I put on the mask. I took some hits. I pushed on my hole.

“Damn. A fucking rosebud.”

“Blooming for you Trev… for you… take it. Make it grow.”

“I will.”

He began as I felt an incredible popper rush. And the rush of the vodka. And the wave of total pig desire. And the knowledge that there was no clock. And the reality that there was someone here, gay, hungry…

“Let me know if I am hurting you.”

“I will. Open me. Start with the big dildos. Then keep fucking me. I wat your hard cock fucking me. Open me. I am your pig Daddy.”

“Daddy, yes.”

And he did, one big dildo after another. Opening, Deep, plunging, filling. More poppers. Just a hole, a piece of gay fuck meat in a sling. Where I wanted to be.

“Trevor. Take me over.”

“Yes!”

He did.

Then. He fucked me again.

“I have to nut in your cunt, Bob Daddy.”

He fucked me.

“Damn, I can almost get my balls in your cunt.”

“Do what it takes.”

“And I want to get you to bloom out so I can fuck it back in. I may be young, but Pig Daddy I am your Pig Boi… breeding you, breeding your Pig cunt, raw, bare, hot.”

Damn I was on fire.

He slowed to re-charge the mask, and to get his mask attached.

Then he started the sling rocking like a pendulum. He adjusted my legs so they were spread as wide apart as possible.

“Mask up, Pig.”

I did. Deep breathes. An incredible rush.

Then he started to fist me. Damn if his clenched fist didn’t just seem to enter in.

“Fuck, Daddy Bob. I have never experienced this, never fisted a pig. Damn this is hot.”

“Fist me. When you are ready, try doubling my loose cunt. Punch it in. Wreck me hole. Do it. Do me. Go for it. I am ready.”

The sling rocked. His fists. One. Then the other. Then a pause. BOTH. My ass was stretched to the breaking point. He twisted his fists in. Pulled almost out. Then back in. The all of out. Then back in. Double punching. Then… he took off his mask.

“Oh MY GOD, you are prolapsing out, out. I have to hold it. Kiss it. Taste it.

His lubed hands were on it, on me, his mouth on my prolapse. I pulled off my mask.

His lips on mine so I could taste my cunt, and as he leaned in to kiss me, he put his cock in my hole, pushing my fucking rosebud in. He lay on, breathing hard. I was breathing hard. I could feel his heart beat. Mine beat so strongly. Our bodies were hot. I reached down to touch his ass while his cock was in me. Fuck.

“Can your balls in too?

“I’ll try.” Fuck I can.”

Damn may hole was loose. Never looser.

“Now jerk off in my pussy? I have never been so loose.”

He did. His hand ran under his cock. I could feel his hand move back and forth. Then he exploded. He pulled his hand out of my ass and bought it to me – my cum held in his palm. He shared it, shared the tangy cum and the juices of my ass.

“Damn. Damn. Damn.”

We rested. He sat on the floor. I lay back in the sling. No power to climb out.

“Damn that was good Trevor… damn.. you own my cunt.”

“I do.”

We rested.

After a while we got up. We managed to get upstairs. Managed to make it to the bathroom. Managed to get to bed. Still nude. I lay down on my side. He spooned in behind me. His cock was hard again. It simply slipped into my still gaping cunt. He rocked in.

“I think I am in love… sir.” He laughed. “Bob, Daddy.”

“In love, we’ll have to see.”

We did.

We made gentle love that night. After doing the required yard work the next two days, we fucked and fisted again and again. Was it love? It wasn’t anything I had ever known. And I wanted to keep knowing it. Decision time was on me. Just the next three days of work. Then maybe, if I was lucky, an occasional meeting in the future? Or… DL? What?

She was coming home that night late. We kissed and fucked and fisted and held each other as late as we could. Trevor here when she arrived?

Well, he was.

We were nude. He was fucking her little husband. I moved into Trevor’s apartment that night… not to return while she was there, and then only to get my stuff. The divorce. Uncontested.

Fuck, Trevor.. So much has changed in a year.

 And he had warned me, hadn’t he? He did an does breed me. I took his poz cum that now, and continue take it in my poz as

Italics = The Cashmaster
Regular = Mystery Man

Hey.

Bye.

You’re so fucking sexy.

Why do you act like I don’t already fucking know this?Bye.

Please show me your dick.

No.

I’ll do anything.

Send me money.

You’ll show me your dick if I send you money?

No.

But that’s what I want to see.

Too bad. Bye.

What will you do if I send you money?

I’ll make you cum.

How?

I’ll crush your balls.

You keep saying that…what do you mean?

Is it really that hard to understand? I’ll put on the floor and have you spread your legs and I’ll fucking stomp on your balls until they’re crushed. Now call me God.

Why?

Because I like it when people call me God.

Why?

Because I am a fucking god.

Are you this cocky in real life?

Nah, not really.

What are you like in real life?

I’m kind of quiet and shy, to be honest.

So your friends don’t know how kinky you are?

Nope. They have no clue.

Do they know you want to be a cuck?

Fuck no.

Do you want to be a cuck?

Maybe.

You should tell your friends you want to be a cuck.

Fuck no.

Well you should at least be cocky in real life. Your friends should worship your body.

Yes, they should.Anyway, I’m bored. BYE.

Wait, not yet.

Send me money.

What do you want money for anyway?

So I can buy things.

What things?

Whatever I want. Probably drugs. Weed.

Do you smoke a lot?

Yes.

Do you do any other drugs?

It doesn’t matter. I want money. So be my pay pig.

What’s a pay pig?

Tell me you’ll be my pay pig and I’ll tell you what it means.

Okay, I’ll be your pay pig.

It means you’re a fucking dirty disgusting faggot who gives me money and I tell how I’m going to crush your balls and piss on your face and do whatever else I want.

Okay.

Send me money pay pig. And I’ll be your Cashmaster.

Okay.

$20. Right now.

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My Uncle Todd used my parent’s house to store some of his construction equipment for his contracting business. He often came by early in the morning with a crew of guys to load stuff into their big 4×4’s to supply various building projects. I’d usually see my Uncle as I was leaving for school. He’d greet me gladly with those big smiling eyes and a toothy grin.

Todd was my Dads brother and at the age of 52, he was a successful contractor in the state where we lived. He was a muscular, six foot two inch, rough-neck with a square jaw and soft, pouty lips. He had a big, bushy moustache and close-cropped salt & pepper hair. He always had a military haircut but his eyes and body language were very comforting and easy. I’d always marveled at how handsome my Uncle Todd was. His grey/green eyes and dark eyebrows gave him a strikingly hot look that drove women, (and men), crazy. His powerful thighs and buttocks always bulged under denim work pants and his well stacked arms were tanned and covered with a light dusting of fine hair. I saw him with his shirt off one time at our pool party. All I could think of was that he looked like a Spartan…”what a specimen”, I remember thinking. I’d always wanted to see the rest of him but never dared to look.

I myself am a very athletic kid and I lift weights everyday so I’m pretty well-built. I’m 5’11”, 193 lbs. My arms are 16 inches at the bicep and my chest is 46 inches. My waist is 32 and my cock…yes…my cock is 8 inches…heee, heee!

I really don’t consider myself gay or bisexual but I do get turned on by images of men having sex. A few times I let a my neighbor, Mr. Steele, see me jacking off by the pool and once I even let the pool guy suck my cock.

I also have a butt-plug that I use when jack-off so I’m pretty sure that I’d like anal sex. I’ve been with a lot of girls so sex is nothing new to me, but gay sex would be…. I have sandy-blonde hair, blue eyes and everybody says I got my dads “rugged” good looks. I have some hair on my chest and thighs but it is very light. The rest of my body is naturally hairless except for my pubic mound which I shave bare everyday. I’m telling you all of this because on this day, I was about to discover a side of myself I never imagined.

I had just turned 18 and my Mom and Dad went to Europe for a three week Summer vacation. Three days later I found myself bored and lazy without anything to do. I had the house all to myself and thought about throwing a keg-party but decided against it.

It was a Thursday and I got up around 8 am. I took a shower and then came out to the living room naked and dripping wet. I turned on my X-Box and began to play my X-Box.

Suddenly I heard the garage door open. I saved my game and got up to go see if it was Uncle Todd’s crew or what. No sooner had I stood up when Uncle Todd came in through the kitchen door. I made a useless effort to hide my nakedness from him by holding my palms over my bare genitals. Uncle Todd looked surprised but smiled as he looked me over.

“Hey Kid! How’s your summer break so far?” He looked mildly amused at my embarrassment.

“It’s okay so far,” I answered.

“Hey listen, I’m gonna put an air compressor on the side yard and later on one of my crews will be over to pick it up.”

“Okay…uh…let me put on some shorts and I’ll open the…”

“No, no, no….” he interrupted. “Relax! It’s not urgent. Go back to…uh…whatever you were…uh…”

“I just got out of the shower!” I offered awkwardly.

Uncle Todd was eyeing my nude form as he shut the door behind him. He entered the living room where I stood and stopped in front of me.

“Wow! You’re getting pretty buffed there kid,” he complimented. “Your abs are all cut in and your biceps are a lot bigger than when I last saw you.”

“Yeah…I been hittin’ it pretty hard at the gym,” I explained.

“I bet you’re gettin’ that High School tail in record numbers huh?” He leaned against the tile countertop, still glancing down at my partially covered cock and balls. I’d hoped he wouldn’t see that I shaved them bald because he might think that’s kinda gay.

“Not really,” I lied. Girls were calling me all the time.

“Do you uh…do you shave down there?” He motioned at my crotch and flashed a sly smile.

“Damn!’ I thought. “He noticed!; how embarrassing!” I felt a little ashamed as I stood there naked in front of my masculine Uncle having to admit that yes, I do indeed shave my pubes, cock and balls.

“Uh…Y-yeah…f-for swimming.” I lied, “We have to.”

Uncle Todd recognized my false explanation and he knew I was embarrassed. “Hey, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” He mock whispered. “A lot of men do.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! It’s 2007! Dudes are starting to realize that women don’t like all that hair down there.

“What about you?” I blurted. I really wanted to know.

“Well…” Uncle Todd began to unbutton his denim jeans, “Take a look” He chuckled as he pulled his waistband open to reveal his bare pubic mound.

He wore this sheer, black underwear that pouched his manhood. I could see the base of his big cock and strained to see more.

“Do you shave your balls too?” I queried.

“Look,” He encouraged me as he pulled his pants down further, allowing his cock and balls to flop out over the button fly.

I gasped out loud. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Uncle Todd’s package was amazing! From his hairless mound protruded eleven inches of the thickest, vainest, meatiest semi-hard man-dick I’d ever seen. His grape-fruit sized balls were round and drawn taut by a comfortable looking ring of elastic cotton that was sewn into his jock-strap style under garment. A faint, musky smell drifted to me.

“What is that thing you’re wearing?” I asked, pointing to the straps and the ringed pouch.

“These are ‘Enhancing Underwear,’” he laughed.

We were standing close now; him with his huge junk hanging out and me naked and wide eyed, peering down at his impressive member. I reached down and slid a finger into the waist-band of his jock-strap. I smiled teasingly and tried to act calm and casual, but deep inside my heart pounded and my adrenaline pumped. God he was sexy! I’d always thought so. Now, here he was showing me the one part of him I’d always wondered about and wished I could see.

My body language and my breathing must have given me away because he suddenly grabbed my chin in his cupped hands and pressed his lips against my own in a spontaneous and surprisingly passionate French kiss. Our mouths locked over one another’s and our tongues swirled, slipping, sliding and dancing around each other in hurried lust.

I could taste his essence and it dazzled my senses. His odor was intoxicating and alluring. And while the sensation of another mans whiskered face against my own initially repulsed me, I soon became immensely excited. His full lips and slithering tongue assaulting my own mouth in a homosexual kiss, ignited a fire-like sensation in my loins. His big moustache brushed and tickled my face and lips as our saliva soaked exchange grew more and more intense. He gripped my head firmly and drove his tongue deep into my pallet. I ceded to it and gave him my mouth, surrendering myself to the exchange. His tongue was doing amazing things against my own. I sucked and slathered it as I let it roll all over my mouth. I moaned and Uncle Todd’s breathing quickened.

He had let his jeans drop to the floor and I felt the fleshy press of his thigh against bare genitalia. My cock shot up and out like a rocket ship, growing to its fully erect eight inches in seconds. I wrapped my arms around Uncle Todd’s waist and pulled myself to him. His meaty genitals had engorged, stiffened and swelled beyond the confines of his jockstraps pouch. His pert yet massive ball sack spilled out of one side while his thick pillar of man-cock snaked out the other. I pressed my own bare, boy meat up against him and he moaned. He pulled his face away and in a low whisper asked me if I was okay with this. I answered him by pressing myself tighter against his muscled form and clamping my lips over his tongue. Our faces were wet with spit and sweat and my throbbing cock pulsed with excited anticipatio and drooled so that my bald pubic mound was wet with pre-cum. We kissed and made out like this for a several minutes before Uncle Todd spoke.

“Take my shirt off of me,” he commanded. His voice was raspy with lust.

He raised his muscled arms and I pulled his shirt off as he simultaneously shirked his jeans off over his boots and kicked them aside. He stood before me nude, except for his jock and his brown leather work boots. He looked so incredibly hot and masculine, like a picture from one of those leather-daddy websites. His prominent man shaft and his hairless, softball-sized nuts protruded out in front of him. His big muscles rippled and flexed as he moved and a light sheen of perspiration coated his olive skin.

I looked him over, devouring him with my eyes. His musky, manly scent overwhelmed me and my legs grew wobbly.

“Did you ever realize that I was gay before now?” He asked.

“No,” I replied, surprised and absorbed by all the amazing possibilities that were suddenly registering in my lust filled mind.

“I’m so glad that you are though Uncle Todd… I’ve always wanted to see your cock and balls and to feel your muscles all over me,” I admitted.

“Oh Damn!” he exclaimed. “That’s good to hear nephew… That’s good to hear. I’ve wanted to do this with you since you were fifteen. Do uh….do you know what S&M means?”

“Of course I do!” I answered laughing a little.

“I’m into the leather, S&M scene and sometimes, when having sex between two men, we say or do things that may seem cruel or thoughtless,” he explained.

“I KNOW what S&M is Uncle Todd,” I said smiling. My heart pounded in my chest, because I had a feeling he was about to ask me something about which I’d always fantasized.

“Do you want to go further with this?” he asked carefully.

“YES I DO!” I answered quickly.

“Can you keep it a complete and utter secret?”

“Absolutely Uncle Todd…I can,” I promised.

‘Oh Fuck!’, He whispered. ‘We’re gonna have so much fun.’

“I’m going to make love to you by screwing your asshole Nephew?”

“OH GOD YESSSS!” I gasped. ‘Now we’re talkin’!’, I thought to myself.

“Tell me what to do and I’ll do it for you Uncle Todd!”, I proclaimed.

My inhibitions were melting away like wax from a candle.

He smiled slyly and pulled me to him. He kissed me once more and I slurped and chewed at his full, wet lips and sucked on his tongue. Uncle Todd kissed me like I was his woman, spittle drooling in to my open mouth and my throat opened and hungry for his tongue. He held me firmly and he felt me up with his big, strong hands.

He moved around behind me and pressed his bare form against my backside.

He squeezed my ass and fingered my moist anus for a few minutes. Suddenly, he knelt down behind me and pulled my full ass melons apart. My sensitive butthole gaped and puckered from his rough kneading of my mounds. He began kissing and licking my twitching anus with his soft, wet lips and I shuddered in response. I pushed my rear-end back against his whiskered face and opened myself as much as I could. Encouraged by my actions, Uncle Todd stuck his long tongue up into me and swirled it around my convulsing sphincter. I wimpered and moaned in delighted passion as he bagan eating my pussy. My teenaged dick stiffened and pulsed and Uncle Todd wrapped one hand around it and pulled it backwards through my open thighs. He mouthed and slurped at it as I groaned louder in submissive approval.

“Ahhhh Damn Uncle Todd!!! That feels fucking SO good! Oh My Gawwwd!!”, I rasped, heady and filled with lust.

“Awwww Yeah…Eat my pussy! Get me wet and ready Uncle Todd….I’ll do whatever you want me to…Ohhhhh y-yessss…..”

My Uncle ate my boy pussy until my asslips sagged and gaped hornily. I needed some dick up in me….Suddenly, he stopped and went outside to his gang box. He came back with a duffel-bag.

“Get in the shower.” he instructed.

He followed me into the bathroom. I turned on the water and stepped into the tub. Uncle Todd pulled a small dildo with a hose attached to it.

“Hold this,” he directed.

He took out a leather cock-ring, a ball stretcher and black jock-strap.

“Put these on,” he said.

I quickly lashed the leather strap around the base of my genitals then buckled the nut-puller onto my scrotum. The device caused my testicles to be pulled downward and away from pelvis and made them super tight. My whole package was now sticking out lewdly from my crotch. Finally I put on the jock-strap then looked at myself in the mirror. What a sight I was. My fit teenaged physique glowed, flush with sexual vigor and eager desire. My erect shaft extended up and away from my hairless pelvic mound. The jocks pouch had two openings in it which allowed my pronounced cock and distended balls to jut out. The black waistband of the jockstrap skirted my narrow waist just below my smooth, rippled belly and the elastic straps encased my creamy, white bubble butt, highlighting its roundness. I thought I looked sexy and queer and nasty and hot and…well, like a gay porn star. I turned and faced my Uncle, posing for him.

“Mmmmmm yeah,” he growled. “You’re one sexy stud nephew. You got a perfect ass there buddy…just ripe for the taking.” He teased.

I felt the invigorating warmth of his desire wash over me. I was ready to be his sex toy…so ready.

“Get on your knees in the bathtub and stick your ass up.” He spoke with knowing clarity, like he’d done this before.

I did as I was told and knelt in the tub, sticking my fanny up high and spreading my thighs apart wide. He grabbed my cock and balls and yanked them roughly from behind so that they stuck out between my ass cheeks and thighs like some lewd, fleshy tail. I gasped. I felt Uncle Todd caressing my ass melons. His digits encroached the smooth crevice. I felt the warmth of oily lube being spread across my virgin anus. I carefully pushed back a little to give him more access to my hole. He coated my butt-hole with grease then inserted a nozzle in me and turned on the faucet. I yelped as water flooded my bowels and I shifted uncomfortably as he filled me up.

We repeated this routine for over an hour. Each time he’d fill me he’d then leave me alone to expel the cleansing fluid in private. After awhile I was completely cleaned out and nothing remained inside me. Uncle Todd stood me up and made me bend forward with my legs apart and my back arched. He used a 12-ounce plastic squeeze bottle with a special nozzle on it to shoot warm mineral oil up inside of me. The slick fluid coated the inner walls of my pristine ass-pussy. I was now douched, lubed and ready for my first real male intercourse.

Uncle Todd used a thick metal ring to array his own enormous meat into a sturdy, trussed pillar which jutted out proudly from his body. He looked like a Greek god primed for Earthly delights. I marveled at his 11-inches of vein-etched beef. Suddenly, I felt all my inhibitions disappear. I was ready to be corrupted by him… Ready to secede from my heterosexuality forever…Ready to submit to my hunky Uncle Todd… Ready to be degraded and subjugated, and ready to be shameless in my sexual servitude.

“You ready Nephew?” He asked.

“Yes Sir,” I answered him. “I am.”

He led me to the living room. There was a soft, black, terry cloth blanket laid out on the floor. Assorted leather items and some sex toys were lying about. A can of Crisco and a glass pipe sat on the end table.

“On your knees!” he ordered.

I knelt down facing him. He stepped forward holding his massive cock in one hand. He slapped my cheeks with then teased the tip of it around on my lips and chin. I kissed and nibbled at the plum-sized gland. I tasted the musky fluid that had oozed from the slit and was instantly enthralled by its potent flavor. I had to have that dick in my throat! I wanted my Uncle to choke me with his cum-stick and face-fuck me with it. I opened my mouth forming an “O” with my lips and coaxed him to shove his dick down my throat. He did just that, choking and gagging me severely. I dutifully quelled my instinctive reaction, which was to gag and pull away. I fought the reflex with all my will because I wanted to please my Uncle…I wanted to be worthy of his big, amazing dick.

He violated my throat with several forced plunges, causing me to snort and grunt around the meaty girth of his enormous pole. Saliva and mucous spit gushed out of my mouth coating the sturdy prick. I choked back tears as he jolted my gullet one last time. He snorted loudly and buried his dick all the way to its base. I felt his metal cockring click against my teeth and I could feel his hairless, cum-laden balls mash against my chin. I gagged around it. The bathroon echoed with the sounds of hot male sex as I grunted and chortled and almost lost it, but Uncle Todd withdrew his rigid slab in one long, slick pull. It flopped out, obscenely slapping against his belly, drooling rivulets of cream colored semen. I could smell it, musky and potent.

“Oh yeah Nephew…you’re gonna be one wicked little fuck-slave,” he growled.

Tears and spit ran down my neck and coated my bare chest. I was panting like a hot animal, sordid and dazed by the brutal abuse he’d just dispensed.

He lay down on the floor face up. His massive, saliva covered boner stood high in the air, bobbing and waving sexily. I dove in on it, ingesting his towering tool down my gullet, consuming almost the full 11 inches. He moaned approvingly as I went to work sucking dick. I would open my neck to it and force all of it down, then I’d swallow around it, massaging it and gripping it with my throat muscles. I repeatedly gulped and swallowed before coming up for a quick breath. Then, I’d repeat that over and over while my Uncle moaned and panted. I lavished my oral worship upon him. Guttural grunts and gagging gasped emanated from my chest as I hungrily sucked on his cock meat. I reached up feeling his muscular chest and rippled abs. I pinched his erect nipples and pulled them hard. Uncle Todd moaned his approval.

He reached between my legs and gripped my bound nut-sack by its base. I moaned in delight but mustered my capacity for pain because I knew what was coming. I was right! My Uncle strangled my pressurized balls with his powerful grip and yanked on them hard. The harsh wallop sent painful blizzards of mixed sensations through my body. Part of me wanted to release and ejaculate while another part of me tensed in agony as a genuine scream erupted from my lungs. I pulled my face off of his big horse cock, pre-cum and saliva forming a ropy string between my lips and his shaft.

“Owwww F-fuck! P-pleeeease Uncle Todd!!! I like it b-but it hurts!” I pleaded as he repeated the assault on my balls.

A deep, sickly urge to piss, cum, fart and puke all at the same time flustered me while something else in me welcomed the sadistic treatment of my exposed testicles. I went back to deep-throating Uncle Todd’s spit-soaked boner. Soon, he eased up on my tortured genitals and pushed my face up off of him.

“Sit down on my dick Nephew.”, He instructed.

“Fuck yourself on it and make yourself cum. I wanna see your hot, teenage cock spurt it’s load without touching it.” His voice was raspy and thick with lust.

His slimy, spit and semen soaked boner waved heavily in the air. It pointed straight up at the ceiling and twitched lewdly, inviting me to impale my horny boy cunt onto it’s length.

I climbed up on top of him and straddled my thighs onto either side of his hips. I positioned my tush over his lap and reached back, gripping his enormous fuck-stick with my right hand. I aimed the drooling tip of it at my gaping sphincter and steadied myself with my left hand on my Uncle’s chest. I took a deep breath, then exhaled as I sank my weight down onto his amazing manhood. I shuddered and gasped as I let my body drop, impaling my greased butthole down onto that huge, male erection. Pre-cum spurted from my own cock-tip as his girth crowded my prostate and forced semen from me.

“Uhhnnn AhhhhUhhhngh!”, I grunted as I impaled my hungry pussy onto his big, drooling horse-cock.

The vein-etched pillar opened me wide and my ass-lips gripped and gaped around it’s girth as my asshole adjusted to the manly invader. Uncle Todd humped his hips upward causing more meat to pack into my hole. I whimpered in submissive delight and wriggled my fanny around on him. His Plum-sized cock-knob was wedge deep in my belly and I could feel it inside me, just above my naval. His bald pubic mound pressed on my ass-lips and his sperm-swollen nuts mashed between my slick, hairless ass globes. Having his throbbing dick jammmed so far up inside me caused my guts to spasm and the sheer lust I felt turned my butthole to butter. I swooned in submissive delight and began to raise my tush up off of his lap. His cock shaft pulled outward on my strained anus and my stretched rectal sheath was pulled inside out around it. My belly quivered and shook as it released the pillar of dick meat which filled it so well. I rose up until only the snotty tip of his cum-rod remained in my butthole, then I dropped my rump back down hard, impaling myself roughly and letting gravity take me onto it’s rigid length. I yelped and cried out in a husky, throaty voice that sounded unlike my own.

“AwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwFuuuuck!! I want you to fuck your cum into me!! Make me pregnant with your cum Uncle Todd!”, I threw my head back as I yelped.

“Oh My Gawwwd it feels so fucking perfect!!! I was made to be your fuck slut!! My cunt longed for you Uncle Todd!! Squirt your sperm into my pussy and fill me up!! It’s yours Uncle Todd!! My pussy belongs to you!!”, I shouted and rasped uncontrollably as I humped my fanny up and down in long strokes.

My own trussed genitals wagged and flailed wildly, heavy with pent up sperm and engorged with blood. Droplets of pre-cum spattered our bodies as I rode his cock. The sound of my wet ass-lips spasming around his pole filled the room. I wanted to be used and raped by him…To be treated like his teenaged butthole slave and tortured with sex. I wondered if any of his crews could come over and use me for their pleasure….I must remember to ask him.

Uncle Todd stopped me by pulling down on my thighs. He held me there, still on his lap, his big, twitching boner lodged up my boy-snatch. Having his huge cock shaft buried up my horny fuck-twat felt amazingly right. I was right at home with him sodomizing my butthole.

He stopped for a second and asked, “You want me to cum now? Or do you want to make it last?”

“I wanna make it last Unc…” I answered.

“The way I feel right now, I want your big dick meat inside me for the rest of mylife”, I gasped huskily.

I stuck my tongue out so he could slather it with his hot spit. He sucked at it, horny and aroused by my desire to keep fucking. We remained there for a while, kissing and grunting passionately, joined together by his swollen knot locked in my butthole.

I rolled on to my side with Uncle Todds prick still up in me and he spooned me, ocking himself tight to my back.

We were both moaning as he pinched and twisted my erect nipples and I massaged his meat with my asshole. After a few minutes, I felt his erection soften a little and he reached down between us to grip his penis. “You wanna let me up to go piss?” He asked. ‘No…’, I replied. ‘Do it in me’.

I had gone a little mad with all the possibilities of man-to-man exchanges I could share with my Uncle. I must admit, the perverted idea of letting him use my butthole as a urinal turned me on big!

I felt his hot, burning flow of man-piss begin to inundate my bowels. It filled me fast and I began panting in anxious panic.

“I’m pissing up inside your cunt boy.”, He informed me.

Indeed, he had let loose a flood of hot, burning pee in my butt and it filled my bowels like an enema. My colon relaxed around his piss-hose as the urine warmed my insides.

“OH F-FUCK!”, I cried out as his piss filled my belly.

“Sshhhhhhh”, He whispered. “Relax and let your belly accept it all”

I did as he instructed and the painful pressure bagan to reside even as he hosed more piss into my open chasm.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww”, I groaned.

“That’s it baby….Take your Uncles pissload and hold it in. Feel it wash up inside that perfect boy pussy….I’m gonna squirt my nut up there real soon….get it ready son…You’re gonna feel what it’s like to be knocked up by a man…..Mmmmmmm. Yeah boy”

We rested there like that for almost an hour. My belly full of his urine and his cock plugging my chute as we both dozed for awhile.

We were both startled awake by the ringing of the doorbell.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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The Workout

We’d both barely been home an hour, and already me and Brady were pacing around each other like a couple of big cats, giving each other sly grins and long, checking-each-other-out glances when nobody else was looking. I’d been thinking about him the whole three-hour ride home, folded up in the backseat of Dinaski’s dumb little Scion, trying to keep from throwing wood too obviously as I half-listened to the other guys’ conversation, my head full of images of the last time I’d been home with my brother, my shorts full of the bone I was trying to contain as I thought about what might happen when I got back this time.

I could tell Brady had been having the same kinds of thoughts on his drive home. He had that hungry, anticipating kind of air about him that he’d had ever since we’d started hooking up seriously a couple years back. I could practically smell it on him. I wondered if he could smell it on me, too. I sure hoped so. But Mom and Dad were both home, and always seemed to time an interruption just when me and him were edging close to something. Eventually Brady made up some bullshit excuse to get me downstairs to the garage, and it was all either of us could do not to race down there like a couple of overexcited little kids.

When we got there, Brady pushed me up against the side of Mom’s Outback, his cock starting to get real big in his sweats as he pressed up against me, his breath all hot on my face and my neck as he grinned at me with that hungry look I loved seeing on him, especially when it was for me.

“You got bigger,” he said with that hungry grin, his hands pawing at my frame under my jeans and my sweatshirt with an approving little grunt as I flexed up a little for him inside my clothes.

“Just like you did, your freshman year,” I said, reaching out to squeeze his lats, his shoulders, just feelin’ on my studly big bro, like I’d been thinking about doing since the end of summer.

“I figure… Coach might be impressed,” I went on, giving him a sly little grin that he shot right back at me, nudging his hardening cock tighter against the muscle of my thigh.

“Yeah, stud?” he murmured, leaning into the side of my neck, half like he was gonna lick me there, half like he was sniffing me. Seeing if I was smelling like a man. Like he did.

“We gonna fuck around with him some more, little bro?” he said, giving me that twinkly-eyed, incredibly sexy grin of his, his hands pushing all up under my sweatshirt, looking for the hard nubs of my nips as he stroked his way over my bigger college-freshman muscles

“You kidding?” I grunted right back, reaching around for the big, muscled mounds of his ass, pulling him deeper into me as we rubbed off against each other like a couple of horny kids. Which I guess we were, really, college men now or not. “I’ve been thinking about dicking him down with you all fuckin’ semester, bro.”

“Yeah, another Barrett Bros special for the big fuck, huh stud?” Brady growled into my mouth, teasing me a little with his tongue. I hunched my cock up harder against him, letting him really feel how hard I was. How much I’d missed all this, with him and with Coach too.

“You know it,” I grunted back at him. “And I’ve been thinking about giving him something extra special.”

“Yeah, fucker?” Brady grinned, big hands mauling my pecs, all hungry and curious about what I had in mind. I was really into the way he looked at me now, like a man-to-man kind of respect we had for each other. He wasn’t seeing me as his kid brother so much anymore, not when it counted, at least. “What you got in mind?”

“You’ll see,” I grinned back. “When he calls. And he will. I know it.”

Considering me and Coach P had been sexting all semester long, that wasn’t much of a gamble. Shit, the night before I left for college, I’d nailed him in his own bed, and the look on his flushed, handsome face as I’d fucked his thick, heavy nut out of him told me it was pretty much a certainty that he’d reach out when I came home again.

I felt the buzz coming from the hip pocket of my jeans, my phone vibrating against the muscle of my ass, and I just knew who it would be, even before I pulled it out to check it. Laughed as I turned the screen to show my brother the message on it.

> You back in town? Got plans tomorrow?

“Fuck me,” Brady murmured, shaking his head with a grin. “Like a fucking mind-reader.”

“Freakin’ uncanny,” I chuckled.

“He always did have that nose for fresh young meat, though,” Brady said, leaning in again, and this time he did lick me, a long, slow, wet run of his tongue up the side of my neck to my ear that made me shiver and clutch his ass tighter as I turned my head to nuzzle his ear.

“So let’s give him what he wants, bro,” I murmured in his ear, and at long last, we met each other in a hard, hungry, grunting bro kiss.

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The whole meeting up to work out together thing was just a pretext, and we all knew it, but Coach P still put us through our paces anyway, just like he used to do when we wrestled for him. Honestly it was kind of a trip, going back to those old roles, especially after last Christmas, when me and Brady had shown him how close we’d gotten, and how handy a Coach-fucker I’d become, just like my big brother. My last few months of high school after that, I’d been careful not to let my new, deeper bond with Coach P show through, still putting in the work on the mats and in the weight room, deferring to him like the good student I was, even though I was also putting my seven teenaged inches to his thick, muscular ass at every possible opportunity. Thanks to him and Brady both, I’d had a real good education in mansex, but I’d still spent the summer between high school and college like I was in summer school for buttfucking, sometimes with my big bro right alongside me, sometimes just me and Coach.

I couldn’t help but start to chub up as we headed to the locker room of our old high school gym, the three of us sweaty and flushed. This was where I’d really become a man, I guess, getting my first piece of man ass around my young cock. Images from that afternoon played through my head as Brady strolled into the locker room ahead of us, the shirtless muscles of his back glowing with sweat, all thickly defined, a college man in all his glory. I looked over at Coach, and saw his eyes tracking my studly big bro’s form just as closely as ever. He caught me looking, and blushed, but his eyes were raking over my own sweaty college-freshman form too, and I think the hottest thing of all was that he didn’t have to hide it, especially now. None of us did. We could admire each other as men all we wanted to, and damn if that wasn’t one of the sexiest things I could think of. I fucking loved being a man more than ever.

Brady set his water bottle down on the bench and turned to us with that big, sexy smile of his, reaching out to snag the waistband of Coach’s workout shorts and tug him close. Even with all the hot, intense stuff we’d shared and done together the past year, Coach P still looked a little nervous, a little unsure of himself, like the top level of his brain was still kind of fighting all the deep, rushing urges inside of him. But he went willingly, too. Brady was like that, all charismatic and hot and undeniable.

“We missed you, Coach, you fuckin’ stud,” Brady said, one hand stroking over Coach’s beefy flank, down over the big swell of his thick-muscled ass in his shorts.

I stepped in real close behind Coach, sliding one hand up his other side, reaching up to squeeze the big, rounded muscle of his shoulder with the other. He kind of shivered all over, then let out a low groan, and reached up to stroke over Brady’s excellent chest with one big blond-haired paw. It was crazy how easily we all clicked into the mode together, and hot as fuck the way Coach pushed up into Brady to kiss him, hungry and wet, before craning his head back around to give me a taste of his thick tongue too. I let out a little growl of approval, loving the close-trimmed blond bristles of his beard on my own barely-stubbled chin, as Brady leaned in to lick his way up and down the stud’s thick, sweat-shiny neck, the two of us stroking the big guy’s barrel chest over his sweaty workout gear.

“You hot fucks,” Coach growled, grinning at us both as he gave us each a good feel-up in return. “Fuckin’ big-dicked Barrett boys.”

I took Coach’s mitt and guided it down to the fast-growing bulge in my shorts, let him feel just how true that was. He took over from there, caressing the thickening length of my bulge with a lusty grunt, as I reached across him for my brother, ready to meet me in a hot, deep, hungry incestuous kiss. Fuck, it was hot to kiss Brady in front of somebody else. Sometimes I’d stroke out a huge, juicy load imagining us making out in front of everybody at a big party, all our buds seeing us go deep on each other, but I knew that would never happen. Shit, it was enough just to be able to do it in front of our Coach, that and a whole lot more.

Coach was definitely interested in a whole lot more, that was for sure. His cock was hugely hard inside his shorts as me and Brady rubbed it, feeling it throb for us as we took turns kissing each other, feeling each other up all over.

“Missed all this big young cock, huh Coach?” Brady growled in his ear, and I felt the big sexy lug shiver all over again, and growl in reply.

“All the cock you want, Coach,” I added in, because I’d gotten a lot better at harnessing the vibe between us, all the secret fantasies that spurred the big guy on. “All for you to play with, stud.”

“You little fuckers,” he growled in reply, looking torn as to who he wanted to kiss more.

“Not little at all, Coach,” Brady grinned, closing his hand over Coach’s on his big college-jock bulge. “You know that better than anybody, don’t ya?”

Brady was the lucky recipient of Coach’s thick tongue, so I got to work tugging at his sweaty team T-shirt, peeling it up his bulky, hairy-chested ex-jock frame, stroking my hands through the sweaty blond fur that carpeted his big, juicy pecs. He had such a rockin’ fuckin’ body, all thick and powerful, stacked with a wrestler’s big muscles, and padded with a grown man’s solid beef. Coach broke his kiss with my big brother so I could tug his shirt free, and then he turned to me to feed me his tongue, while Brady felt his steely thickness up all over and bit down on the swell of his deltoid, his hands busy undoing the drawstring on Coach’s gym shorts and working them down his solid hips.

“You feel how hard I am, Coach?” I said to him between tongue-duels, putting his hand on the pulsating thickness of my big young bone. “Big hard freshman cock, stud. Hard for you.”

Coach let out that growl-whimper combo that was all about how he was a prisoner to his lusts. Had to be tough, being a high school wrestling coach, while harboring a deep-down craving for big young dick. He was a hell of a coach, though, and a hell of a fuck too. What me and Brady were doing with him was honoring all that, in a way. Honoring everything he’d done for us, as athletes and students and young men. But of course, more than that, he was a hot, thick, studly piece of Coach ass, and it was crazy hot riding the whole role-reversal kind of thing we had going on. Having this kind of power, sexual power over his big, lusty ass was an incredible head trip, and I was loving every fuckin’ minute of it.

Brady pushed his way into our kiss, his tongue joining ours, and the three of us grunted and groaned and lashed at each other with our tongues, hands all over the place, pulling into one big knot of muscles and flesh and manly fur. Me and Brady’s hands worked a path from Coach’s tits, down the muscled swell of his furry stomach, over the throbbing mound of thick man cock in his tight UAs, then around to manhandle his meaty, muscular ass. The big guy flexed his thick glutes up for us, and I growled into his mouth, letting him know what a fucking turn-on he was. Soon our hands were focused exclusively on his big round ass, plenty of flesh for us to work over together, Coach’s two favorite wrestlers handling him like the men we were now.

“You wanna fuck, Coach?” I murmured in his ear, flicking it with my tongue, loving the full-body shiver that set off, the way he growled into Brady’s hungry, tongue-plunging kiss.

“I can’t hear you,” I said, catching Brady’s eyes on me, all twinkly with amusement as he reamed Coach’s voracious mouth out with his expert tongue. This was such a trip, asserting myself in such a manly way with the big humpy stud. That had been maybe the hottest part of all this – the way Coach had absolutely been the boss of me on the mats, but when it was just him and me, there was no question who owned whose ass.

“Yes!” Coach practically spat, giving me a fiery, lusty look, his face all red under his blond beard. “Yeah, I wanna fuck, you little stud.”

“Attaboy,” I grinned, patting his ass. He gave me this look he sometimes did, like he was a little bit at war with himself inside – like, yeah, he was in heat, and he wanted what I had to give him badly, but also like he had to get over the notion that a teenager was taking the upper hand with him. And then, quick as a flash, he used his big body to muscle his way around between me and Brady, throwing one thick-muscled arm tight round my neck, looking me dead in the eye with a determined look as he reached down to grab hold of the big teenaged hardon in my shorts.

“This for me, kid?” he grunted. “Fuckin’ hard for your Coach’s ass, huh?”

I swallowed hard, feeling the mix of respect and deference and uncertainty well up in me for a moment, like I was 17 again and first stepping to him man-to-man. But I squared my shoulders and throbbed my cock in his grip, and reached down between us to rub the length of his in his underwear.

“Hard as fuck, Coach,” I said, respectful but determined too. “Hard as fuck for you, sir. And I aim to make you cum with it. With my big teen cock. Just like you like best, Coach.”

Brady let out a grunt-chuckle of approval as I leaned in, wrapped one hand round the back of Coach’s bull neck, and fed him my tongue with the lusty confidence Brady had taught me to show. Coach’s thick fingers started tugging at my shorts, yanking them down off my ass, and I knew we were totally good to go.

“Good boys,” he grinned with a lusty rumble to his voice as he hunkered his big beefy ass down between me and my brother, running his hands over the jocks we’d worn especially for him, snapping the elastic straps against the big, deep muscles of our wrestler tails, then stroking the cock-heavy pouches, straining with hard young jock dick. I met my brother in another slow, sloppy, noisy kiss, as we felt each other up, grunting into each other’s mouths as Coach pushed us together and licked all over the sweaty, musky mesh of our jock pouches.

“Look at that big hungry fucker,” Brady grinned, rubbing my flank as we watched Coach blush at his words. But he didn’t stop what he was doing, his fat wet tongue roaming over our pushed-together pouches, two big, hard brother jock cocks throbbing against each other as he soaked the mesh with his warm spit, huffing in our scent and grunting hungrily to himself, his big hands stroking our asses and thighs as he savored us. He pushed us a little bit apart so he could latch his thick lips onto the knob of Brady’s fat cockhead, slurping loudly as my brother groaned and trembled at the sensation. Then he turned his head and gave me the same treatment, making me go up on the balls of my feet, one hand clutching the back of his head, the other Brady’s shoulder. The sensation was awesome, his circling tongue on the pulsing meat of my cockhead, sucking my precum through the wet mesh to mix with his spit as he grunted and suckled and feasted on my young hardness. I let out a low moan, Brady leaning in to lick the side of my neck and nuzzle me there as Coach let up on my cockhead and ran his tongue down the long, hard bulge of my cock, swirling it around my pouched balls, then sniffing his way along the side of my pouch and lapping up along the fabric where it met the sweaty skin of my groin.

“We gonna fuck him, little bro?” Brady murmured into my ear.

“Yeah, we’re gonna fuck him, big bro,” I grunted, pulling my hot brother in to kiss some more, before breaking it off, bending down, and pulling Coach’s head out of my groin to feed him my tongue again. “Let’s get you ready to ride, Coach.”

We sandwiched Coach P between us again and put our hands and mouths to work on him, skinning his UAs down his thick thighs, the shorts all damp with sweat and precum, the big lug moaning and writhing between us as he got another Barrett Bros special. His cock was as hard as I’d ever seen it, the head of it all glossy with pre, red-tipped and angry-looking, the chunky curve of the shaft familiar like my old baseball bat as I took hold of it and stroked its fat length.

Together, me and Brady guided Coach over to the bench, the big stud straddling it with one thick-muscled thigh either side of it, feet planted, quads bulging big and long and hard. He had an almost dazed look as we sat down, straddling the bench either side of him, Brady in back, me in front, and got to work on him with our lips and tongues. Brady was making all kinds of lewd, lusty noises, his fingers buried deep in the muscular flesh of Coach’s glutes, spreading him wide to lick at him, while I took hold of the base of his big dick with one hand, and leaned in to lick the fat, juicy head of him.

“Ah you boys,” Coach moaned as we took him to town. I’d tasted quite a bit of cock since last Christmas, when I’d sucked on Coach’s big piece for the first time, but his taste was immediately familiar to me, all salty and mineral and musky, the taste of a man, utterly fuckin’ delicious as I slurped my way down the curved, veiny length of him. His big hand cupped the back of my head, and the thick muscles of his legs bulged even more spectacularly the more I sucked and the more Brady licked at his hairy hole, as he rose up on the balls of his feet with the sensations we were giving him.

When the flow of Coach’s pre over my tongue, down my throat intensified along with his moans, I knew it was time to back off a little bit.

“Fuck, I missed the taste of you, Coach,” I said up at him, grinning at the look on his face, the way he reached out to almost caress my jaw. Then I gave him a wink, lifted his hefty blond-haired balls with one hand, and ducked down underneath him to join my big bro.

Brady grunted happily as my tongue joined his, deep in the forest of blond, musky fur that carpeted Coach’s taint and lined the deep, sweaty trench of his ass. We licked at each other’s tongues as we tasted Coach’s hole, the big guy helping us out by lifting one foot up on the bench, opening himself up for us to work in deeper together. It was kind of hard to believe how much me and my big brother had fought over the years, the way we worked together now to pleasure the big humpy stud, enjoying each other and the teamwork as we licked him out good. 

Brady pulled back and hocked a wad of spit onto Coach’s hole, thick droplets of it clinging to the matted-down dark-blond fur there, and I growled hungrily and licked my brother’s spit up inside of Coach, up across and then inside of his tight pucker, releasing that deeper, funkier, manlier taste of his most intimate space. I returned the favor for Brady, shooting a spitwad directly onto his tongue, which he lapped up inside of Coach’s hole, making the big guy growl and curse and clutch the backs of our heads. It was real heady up there deep in Coach’s crotch, noses full of man musk and the smell of spit, tongues going every which way, halfway between making out with my brother, and eating out Coach, and I couldn’t stop myself from groping my big wet young jock bulge as I got a little high on the whole situation.

Brady eventually slapped the side of Coach’s chunky ass, the smack echoing off the tile and metal of the locker room. He looked around the side of Coach’s hip at me, that big lusty grin on his face, his lips and chin and cheeks gleaming wet.

“What do you say, little bro – time to fuck this big stud?” he said.

I grinned up at Coach, reaching up under his balls to stroke his spit-wet taint with my fingers, pushing back to tease his moist, hot hole, circling his pucker with my index finger, giving it a gentle push up inside of him. He grunted, his eyes fluttering closed, as he opened up to me, sinking down on my slowly rotating digit as I searched out his prostate. His cock belched out a big wad of precum when I found it, and stroked it, even more when Brady’s finger worked its way up inside him, alongside mine.

Brady looked like a king, leaning back on one elbow to watch me coat his big, handsome cock with a thick layer of lube, his other hand slowly diddling Coach’s hole as the big guy crouched over him, back arched and groaning with pleasure at my brother’s expert finger work.

“Damn, I’ll never get tired of seeing that,” Brady said, winking at me as he watched my hand stroking the slick coating all over him. God he felt good, well past seven inches of hefty brother cock, and I felt a surge of little-bro pleasure at being able to handle him this way, feeling that now-familiar mix of lust and respect and love for him and his big jock piece. He pulled the two fingers he was fucking Coach’s hole with most of the way out, and I squirted a thick dollop of lube onto them, watching him work them up and inside and all around Coach’s stretched hairy hole.

I stood up, looking Coach in the eye as I skinned my jockstrap down, tossing it on the locker room floor next to my brother’s, slowly fisting my own big young cock as the big guy eyed me, and it, hungrily. I got that rush inside me, a mix of lust and pride, feeling big and manly and confident as I showed Coach how much I’d missed being with him like this.

“Me and Brady have been talking all semester about this, Coach,” I said, looking him deep in the eye. “How we couldn’t wait to get home and fuck you some more. All break long. Together.”

Coach grunted at that, or maybe it was the sensation of Brady’s big, lube-glossy helmet head pushing against his hole. I reached out and tweaked his big, stiff nips, glazing them with excess lube as I teased them with one hand and my cock with the other. Coach responded by leaning in, taking me in hand, and wrapping his lips lovingly around the head of my cock, then slowly slurping his way down it. As he sucked me down, he rode his way down the handsome length of my brother’s thick stud cock, moaning around my flesh as he filled himself at either end with big young Barrett boy dick.

Brady let out a long, low, happy growl of pleasure when Coach bottomed out on him, but it looked to me like Coach was loving it even more. He wasn’t known for being the smiley type, but he was sure smiling now, eyes closed, looking like the most satisfied man on earth as he wriggled his hips a little, savoring the feeling of my big brother’s inches buried up inside of him.

“There ya go, big guy,” I said to him, reaching down to take hold of his hard cock, stroking it slowly. “Told you we’d take good care of you, Coach.”

“Never doubted it for a minute, kid,” he rumbled, leaning up to meet me in a slow, sloppy kiss.

I stayed close, watching the big stud fuck himself on Brady’s piece, stroking his bulky muscles, teasing his tits, feeding him my tongue, letting him feel me up all over. Coach alternated between sucking on my stiff nips and my stiff cock, licking the hard-cut muscles of my stomach, nuzzling up into my sweaty pits as he rode Brady’s big college-boy cock. At one point, I got especially inspired, straddling the bench and pushing my cock up into the furry valley between Coach’s beefy pecs, thrusting my cock up and down in the dirty blond curls of his manly hair as he grunted and squeezed his pecs around me as best as he could, looking up at me with a mix of pure lust and something like awe. This was good, real good. Not just the fucking and the play – of course all that shit was good, way beyond good, in fact. What I really wanted, the plan that had been forming in the back of my mind for months now, was to get him used to me being this close to him. Because more than anything, I wanted to get even closer to him, closer to my big brother too – I just had to figure out how to do it.

Brady wrapped one arm round Coach’s trunk and pulled him back against him so he could nuzzle at the side of the big guy’s neck.

“Fuck, you feel so good inside, Coach,” he murmured to him. “All hot and tight round my cock, just like I remember. Big fuckin’ stud takin’ all this big young dick.”

Coach grunted and moaned and ground his hips harder at that, fucking himself on Brady as my brother nuzzled his neck and played with his stiff tits. I dropped down to straddle the bench, leaning in close between the mass of their thick, spread thighs, getting an up-close view of my big brother’s big piece thrusting in and out of Coach’s stretched hole. I couldn’t resist leaning in closer, smelling the deep, base, animal scent of their man rut. I licked the base of Brady’s cock, up from his balls to where his flesh met Coach’s, licking all around the stretched ring of fur-lined muscle, making both of them moan in response. I spat on Brady’s cock and watched him fuck it up inside our Coach, chasing it with my tongue, licking the seam of muscle meeting cockflesh.

I grabbed the lube bottle and squirted more on Brady’s flesh, on Coach’s hole, and then on my fingers. I could feel Coach tighten up when my lube-slicked fingertip stroked the rim of his hole, which made Brady growl lustily and fuck up harder into him. I looked up at Coach, seeing his eyes open, questioning on mine as I grinned and licked the wet head of his cock, teasing it with my tongue as I stroked along the ring of him, against my brother’s thrusting cock, testing the strength of the man’s muscle. Testing the flexibility of it.

“You always say how much you like these big cocks of ours, right Coach?” I said, winking at him before taking the head of his cock in my mouth and slurping slowly on it. At the same time, I started to push my first two fingers up alongside Brady’s cock, up against the tight muscle of Coach’s ring, feeling it start to give a little more.

“What are you… aw fuckkkkk,” he groaned as I pushed them up slowly, joining my brother inside of him. I heard Brady groan along with him, and when I looked up, Coach’s head had dropped back against my big brother’s shoulder, and my brother was peering over Coach’s shoulder and down at me, watching me with a curious half-grin on his face.

“Yeah, little bro?” he said. I nodded and pushed my fingers up a little more, and now Brady eased his cock most of the way out of Coach, giving me a little more room to push inside of him. Then Brady’s grin spread wickedly as he thrust back up inside the big guy, pushing my fingers even deeper. Coach growled loud, his hands grabbing hold of the sides of the bench, big biceps bulging as we filled him up even more.

“Matty said he had a plan for you, Coach,” Brady said in his ear, eyes on me the whole time, all alive and sparkling as he figured out what was on my mind. “Something special he wanted us all to share.”

I kept my eyes on Brady’s as I spat the head of Coach’s cock out and pushed myself up, sliding up the big guy’s sweating, heaving torso, pressing the head of my cock against the slick base of Brady’s pumping shaft. Fuck, what a sensation, feeling him all slick and hard and sliding along the underside of my cockhead, making me tingle all over as my cocktip nestled against my fingers, spreading them wider to make room for it. Spreading Coach wider to make room for me.

Then Brady’s fingers were alongside mine, stroking over the shiny, slow-pumping surface of his cock, looking for a way inside Coach. I dropped a wad of spit down on the busy stretch of flesh, and Brady started to push it up inside. Coach let out another low, strained moan, and suddenly he was all full of cock and fingers, with the head of my cock nudging impatiently at the straining ring of muscle too.

“Since you like these cocks so much, Coach.” I said, looking down into his eyes, “maybe we can give them both to you, yeah?”

“Fuck,” Brady growled, looking up at me lustily. “You can take it, right big guy?” he said into Coach’s ear, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Big, tough, strong guy like you, Coach,” I said, thrusting my hips a little more, pressing against him more firmly. “You always taught us how important it is to push yourself, right?”

“Push past what you think you can do,” Brady continued, and fuck, I swore I heard Coach’s voice saying those very words to us at training one day. “You gotta push past your limits, and find out who you can be.”

“Oh you fuckers,” Coach hissed, but he wasn’t saying no, and he sure wasn’t pushing us away, Instead, it looked like he was bracing himself, and that sure looked like the go-ahead to me.

Brady pulled back out of Coach, almost all the way, until the underside of his cockhead was just about to pop out. He looked up at me and nodded, that dirty grin on his face, and I nodded right back and pressed the head of my cock more firmly against the flange of his. We rocked our hips together, pressing up, and Coach grunted and growled and clutched even harder to the sides of the bench, the big bulky muscles of his arms chunking up powerfully as he bore down. I squirted some more lube down over my cockhead, watching it ooze and flow over Brady’s and glaze Coach’s stretched hole even more, and pushed against him some more, but no dice.

Be patient, dude, I thought to myself.

“Ease up, big guy,” I said, rubbing the sweaty, furry terrain of Coach’s belly soothingly. “I’ve seen other dudes do it, and they weren’t half the stud you are.”

“C’mon, Coach,” Brady added, in that voice he always used to coax what he wanted out of someone. I knew it well from the first time I’d sucked his cock, years ago now. Even better from the first time he’d gotten me to let him fuck me. “You got this, stud. Let your boys in, big guy.”

“God fuckin’ damn you two,” Coach growled, his eyes all fiery when he looked up at me, his face bright red with effort and beaded with sweat. He kept his eyes locked on mine, then literally gritted his teeth, and I could feel him bearing down against us. Trying to open up to us both.

“We know you can take it, Coach,” I said, dipping down so our faces were close. I leaned in and licked his lips. “We know you want to take us.”

I pressed my lips to his and kissed him, long and deep, pushing my cockhead against Brady’s, while my big brother reached around to work Coach’s big, thick tits. I dunno, maybe the stars aligned or something, because I felt Brady rock his hips up, timed my own thrust with his, and we felt Coach’s hole give, felt him slowly stretching, an incredible sensation of pressure that was just this side of painful… and then Coach almost howled into my mouth as I felt his intense, tight heat enveloping my cockhead, while my brother’s big piece throbbed tight against mine as we breached Coach’s hole together.

For the first time since we’d entered the locker room, Coach’s cock wasn’t hard, and I could sure understand that. For all the crazy intensity, mental and physical, of what we were doing, I had a newfound respect for the big handsome stud, giving himself up to us like this. Fuck knows it couldn’t have been easy, not as well-hung as me and Brady were, Coach really getting the full experience of the big Barrett boy cocks he enjoyed so much. Beyond that, too, there was the amazing feeling of Brady’s big stud balls pressed up against mine, the throb of his big cock against my own, slowly getting encased inside the hot, pulsing tightness of Coach’s insides. I looked up at my brother, and found him staring hard at me, a kind of amazed look on his eyes, something like awe on his face as he looked at me. That felt crazy good, my insides all warmed at getting this newfound level of respect out of the big confident jock stud I’d idolized most of my life. I throbbed my cock against him in the extremely limited space we had, and he moaned and grinned and nodded up at me, giving me the go-ahead to push against him some more, to use my cock to drive us up further inside Coach together.

We hit the limit not much beyond that, a few inches of brother flesh lodged inside Coach’s chute, starting to run out of leverage the way we were positioned. We couldn’t push any further, arrayed the way we were, and I sure as fuck didn’t want to pull out – I wasn’t super positive I even could pull out, I was so hard against my brother, Coach P so tight around us.

“You need to sit back,” Coach grunted, sweating even harder, the effort of all the cock he was taking written all over his ruggedly handsome face. “You big-dicked fucks have done enough. Gotta let me drive, if we’re gonna do this. Jesus christ…”

I lowered my ass onto the bench below me, and Brady and I rearranged our legs over the top of each other, staying as close as we could. For a minute there, it looked like Coach was gonna push one or both of us out, and I wasn’t super sure we’d be able to get back inside him again. His face got all contorted as we shifted around, pressed up inside of him a little more, and then he flung one big arm round Brady’s neck, the other around mine. Brady put his hands on Coach’s thick flanks, I wrapped my arms round his torso, and together we hoisted him upright, watching his face carefully to make sure we weren’t doing him any harm, until he was straddling us together. God damn, his hole looked obscene, crammed with two thick young jock cocks, all stretched out like I’d never imagined it could. Coach steadied himself, eyes scrunched up tight for a moment, and then he shuddered and sighed and planted his feet on the floor either side of the bench. Then the big muscles of his thighs bulged some more, and he lowered himself down onto us.

“Aw fuck,” I gasped, Brady moaning in reply, and now the tables had turned. Now it was more like Coach was fucking us, fucking us with his hole, swallowing us up inside of him slowly as he grunted and strained and bulged all over. He sank slowly down on us, enveloping our throbbing cocks with his incredible, pulsating tightness, his heat, taking us inside of him like fucking stud champion. I’d never felt so bonded with anybody before – bonded with my brother, bonded with my Coach, bonded as men on the deepest possible level. It was fucking intense. Right then, I guess I finally understood what guys meant when they talked about the connection you got fucking another man – I mean, I’d always felt that one way or another when I was fucking around with another dude, but never quite like this. The energy was crazy. I was totally hooked.

“Fuck, look at you, Coach,” my brother growled. “Taking all that cock like a fuckin’ stud.”

I nodded in agreement, my hands joining my brother’s stroking all over Coach P’s big body, the sweaty, straining muscles, the damp fur, the incredible manliness of the big lug. Coach nodded at the compliment, starting to ride us slowly, almost gently, tentatively raising and lowering himself, groaning lower and huskier as our cocks sought new depths together inside of him. I watched his cock start to stir back to hardness again, engorging with blood as it rose once more, as he got into the sensations and found his rhythm.

“You big-dicked fucks,” he growled, pulling me in for a deep, wet, sloppy kiss, and that’s when I knew Coach P was all-in on this ride.

Brady ran one big hand up and down my thigh, still giving me that proud grin of his as we throbbed against each other inside Coach, and we just sat back and let him do the work for awhile. The sensations were intense, the tightness of the man enveloping us, the steady throb of my brother wedged up beside me, the insane, hot connectedness of this whole scene. 

Once it seemed like Coach had found his groove, and had gotten somewhat comfortable being stuffed like he was – well, maybe comfortable wasn’t the word, but he didn’t seem to hate it, either – Brady and I leaned back a little, propping ourselves up on our hands, and started to fuck together with him. In a lot of ways, it was like we were cock-fucking each other, like the ultimate frot session, and I felt a hot flush of love for my studly big brother in the moment. He’d taken me on one hell of a journey, really helped me find myself as a man and a sexual being these past couple years, and getting to have this crazy hot porn-like experience with him was the ultimate bro-bonding trip. Even better, he’d given me space to show myself and the man I wanted to be, and here he was, actively helping me demonstrate it. I wasn’t just his kid brother anymore – I was a man, a man who could really fuck, just like him. I felt an incredible closeness with him that was way beyond the physical closeness we were sharing, our big young cocks implanted together up Coach P’s tight-stretched hole.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Coach grunted, his voice full of effort, but there was the heat in it that I knew well by now, too.

“I can’t believe you got both our cocks in ya, big guy,” Brady said as he ground his up against mine inside Coach.

“I can,” I said, starting to really feel the man in me coming out now. “Big fucking stud ass was built to take us on, bro.” I reached out and slapped the side of Coach’s beefy glute for emphasis, getting a grunt out of him and Brady both as I grinned at them, and fucked up against Brady some more.

Brady fixed me with another wicked grin, and it got to be kind of a contest between us as we set to trying to fuck each other off up inside Coach’s depths. We didn’t have a lot of room to move, not much of a range of motion to exploit, so we focused intently on grinding each other off, enjoying the sensations of being so intensely cock-to-cock, while Coach pulsated all around us, stretching to envelop us with his heat, milking us from the inside.

I leaned in and started to suck on one of Coach’s furred tits, suckling on the big stiff peak of flesh, finding the fresh hardness of his big dick with one hand. I wanted all of them both, as much as I could get, and I guess Brady was feeling the same way, as he ducked his head under Coach’s twisted-around torso to latch onto his other tit. We found a rhythm and got to work, Coach meeting us halfway as we fucked as much of ourselves as we could up into him, and soon the three of us were panting, starting to get short of breath, the telltale flush spreading over Coach’s beefy torso, letting us know he was well on the way to getting his nut. That inspired us to work harder, and I focused on trying to make Brady nut off inside him, knowing he was gonna do his damnedest to do the same to me.

“C’mon, fuck me, you big-dicked bastards,” Coach growled, really getting into it now. “You wanted this… you got it… now show me you know what the fuck to do with it.”

“Just as much as you wanted it, Coach,” I panted up at him. “All the young jock cock you could handle, you big cock-loving fuck.”

“Are we too much for you to handle, Coach?” Brady grunted, grinning as he got into the dirty-talking game. “Don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about this since you found out I had a little brother, you big bottom stud.”

“Since you found out my cock was just as big as my big brother’s, Coach,” I said through gritted teeth, as Coach rumbled deep in his chest and fucked himself down on us more intently. “Since you found out I like to fuck man ass as much as he does.”

“Just like you showed him, Coach,” Brady chimed in. “Showed my baby bro how to fuck a man’s ass for real. How to really dick a big older stud down like a goddamn pro.”

Shit, I didn’t know whose benefit this was for, Coach’s or mine, but Brady was getting to me, alright, buttering me up as he tried to fuck me off.

“Wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t shown him how to fuck first, Coach,” I panted. “Teaching your sophomore stud how to fuck a man. So he could come home and fuck me. Show me how men do.”

“Fuck!” Coach growled, grabbing my jaw and thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he fucked himself down on us. I could feel his big dick throbbing and slick in my fist as I stroked him, knowing he was getting close, super close. I pressed the head of my cock harder up against the underside of Brady’s, right in the trigger spot, and did my best to pump at him like a machine, knowing the two of us together were hitting Coach’s spot, and this was all so close, so close…

It was Brady who lost it first, out of the blue, all his big studly college-jock muscles flexing up hard as he got The Look on his face, shivering and grunting as his fingers dug into the muscles of my thigh, his big cock pulsing against mine. Then the sudden spreading, flowing warmth of his cum, squirting out of his cock, pasting Coach’s insides, coating the head of my throbbing cock, spurt after spurt of hot thick big-brother cum.

“Fuck, bro!” I gasped, as Coach bore down on us both, squeezing us tight as I pushed up into him, against Brady’s spurting glans, and felt my orgasm sink its hot claws into me too.

“Cumming, Coach!” I grunted, staring up at him as I started to shoot, adding my spurts to my brother’s inside of him, shooting together as we filled Coach with hot young cock and cum like we’d never done before.

The whole thing was like a domino effect, Coach’s big, thick fingers sinking into my shoulder as his eyes rolled up towards the ceiling, his mouth dropping open, his cock pulsing in my stroking hand. He let out a deep, long, loud, wordless roar that echoed off the locker room walls, a beastly bellow of pleasure and release as the cum rocketed out of his cock, shooting up between us like the jets of a fountain, raining down hot and thick on my face and chest and the top of my head as the three of us shot off together.

“Fuck yeah, Coach!” Brady cheered as the big guy quaked and shot and moaned. Coach P huffed like the beast he was, growling low in his throat as his big chest heaved, coming down from his hard cum, dripping with sweat and seed.

The way we were arranged inside of him, my cock had to come out first. I extracted it slowly, loving the thick, creamy flow of cum that followed, cascading down over Brady’s big, spent balls. Coach immediately reached down, cupping his hand underneath them, and when Brady followed suit, his heavy, wet dick sliding free, I got a crazy glimpse of Coach’s gaping, spermy hole before he cupped his hand under it. Jesus fuck, it was so lewd. Sure enough he had a palm full of our cum, and as if everything that had just happened wasn’t hot enough, the sight of him unashamedly leaning in to lick our combined brother cum from the palm of his hand was enough to make my cock stir all over again.

“Oh you hot fuck, Coach,” Brady grunted, pulling the man’s head in to kiss him, and after a moment to enjoy the sight, I pushed my way in to join them as we shared each other’s tongues and spit and cum.

Coach was definitely walking funny as we headed to the showers, wincing a little as he staggered stiff-legged into the room where me and Brady had soaped ourselves up hundreds of times over the years, never imagining we’d find ourselves doing it again under these circumstances.

“Fuck bro,” Brady said, nudging me as we followed Coach’s powerful, flushed body into the showers. “Look at all our cum leaking out of him.”

Man, that made for a hell of a sight, trails of our creamy brother cum starting to ooze down the insides of Coach P’s thick thighs. We closed the gap between us and him quickly, stepping him onto the tile in a rush.

“What -” he started to say, then let out a low moan as we dropped to our knees behind him, spread his juicy ass open, and got to work licking him together, cleaning up the salty, tangy trails of our cum from his inner thighs and the puffy, still-closing mess of his hole. Our tongues met there in the middle, and me and my big brother made out hungrily, sloppily, sharing our seed between us in a grunting, lusty bro kiss, before sliding up Coach’s big body to fold him into it with us.

“Christ, I haven’t been fucked like that since college,” Coach chuckled as we soaped ourselves and each other down. Brady and I looked at each other, a little surprised, as he fondled our hanging dicks.

“What – you think I could take all this cock together if this was my first trip round the block?” Coach said, giving us a wink as we burst out laughing.

“So, what you’re telling us is… we could make this happen again?” Brady grinned as he stroked one soapy hand over the thick mound of Coach’s ass in a slow caress.

“Not anytime this week, that’s for sure,” Coach grumbled, wincing and flinching a little as I traced one finger lightly over the puffy flesh surrounding his hole, still kind of amazed me and Brady had both fit up there just a few minutes ago.

“Don’t worry, Coach. We wanna take good care of this stud hole,” I said, and fuck it was a thrill to talk to him like that. From the looks on his and Brady’s faces, I wasn’t the only one enjoying it.

“Exactly,” Brady said, rubbing Coach’s ass, and for once he didn’t have the cocky smirk on his face – he was all sincerity. “It’s an honor to get to tap this ass. And a privilege to get to share it with my bro here.”

The way Brady looked at me then, I could have tackled his sexy ass to the shower floor and given my ass up to him right there. Which, come to think of it…

“We’re gonna take good care of you, Coach P,” I said, giving him a sincere look. “All of you. It’s a Barrett Bros promise.”

“Fuckin’ big-dicked Barrett boys,” Coach chuckled, shaking his head as he drew us in closer under the shower spray, those big dicks of ours pressing up against the thickness of his furry thighs, and already starting to thicken up again.

“Big-dicked Barrett men, Coach,” Brady said with a grin, winking at me, slinging one arm round my shoulders to draw me in with them, and into whatever happened next.

The End

The Barrett Bros will return in “Full Circle”

(Copyright A4F Tales 2020)

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