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Sylvain loved the outdoors. There was nothing better than the solitude of getting on his mountain bike and roughing it for a few days, unlike most of the gay men he encountered. Sylvain was very well-equipped for his hobby and would always thoroughly research the chosen routes. Sylvain’s hobby had commenced when he started college, and now in his third year, holidays got spent pursuing that passion.

At around six one evening on one of his trips, he approached a small village that he had researched. It had formerly been renowned as a hillbilly enclave, but nowadays, the population mostly consisted of retired people who had settled there to get away from the hustle and bustle.

As he arrived in the town, the first dwelling he encountered was a quaint wooden cottage to his right. On the left, there appeared to be no dwellings, just open fields with a few farm animals scattered around. This initial cottage seemed isolated, and beyond that, the next houses were about a further quarter-mile away. Sylvain knew there was no camping site in the village and wondered if the occupant of the first home would allow him to set up his tent on their plot. He even hoped that with some luck, he might be able to use their bathroom. After laying down his bike, Sylvain approached the front door.

Woody owned this cottage. He was a forty-eight-year-old bachelor who had always lived on his own. Woody was a carpenter and made a living making chairs, tables, and various other furniture pieces’ people required. He was a rough-looking individual, stood six-foot-tall, and had a good physique for a man of his age.

Woody had a somewhat dicey reputation in the village for being a bit of a pervert. This opinion was particularly strong among the younger woman. He had never gotten physical with any of them, but the way he always leered unnerved the ladies. There had even been rumours about his ‘friendliness’ toward the few young teenage boys in the village. In his mind, Woody had always thought of himself as ambisexual.  

Consequently, Woody never got pussy in the village and had to rely on visits to a neighbouring town for action of any sort. Woody was highly sexed but having a very tight budget, was only able to pay for ‘love’ every second month or so when he sold a large piece of furniture, and seldom got lucky in the gay cruising spots because of his dishevelled appearance. Fortunately, Woody had a substantial porn collection of varied pirated copies, curtesy of a buddy who lived in the neighbouring town.

Most nights, Woody watched these movies on his old television, happy to watch any genre of pornography.

As Woody sat eating spaghetti and mince, there was a knock on his front door. When Woody opened the door, his eyes lit up as he observed the beautiful young man before him. After introductions, Sylvain explained his situation to Woody and asked if he would be allowed to camp on Woody’s property. He had scarcely finished his speech before Woody suddenly interrupted him.

“Have you eaten?” 

“No, but I have all I need, thank you,” Sylvain replied.

“Nonsense,” he said, “I’ve made enough food, and I insist you have some.” Woody countered. Sylvain protested, but Woody was having none of it.

Then Woody told him that Sylvain was welcome to use the large sofa in his lounge because of the heavy rain in the early hours of the following morning. Sylvain was a little unsettled by Woody’s enthusiasm, but the thought of hot food, sheltered accommodation, and the possible use of a bathroom finally won the day. Woody then suggested he get what he needed from his bike before locking it up in Woody’s workshop behind the house. Compliantly, Sylvain retrieved his sleeping bag, shorts, a t-shirt to sleep in, and his toiletries bag.

After Sylvain’s food got put before him, Woody joined him to finish his meal. As they ate and chatted, Sylvain considered that Woody must have been good looking when he was a younger man. Woody was not a ‘heartthrob’ by any means. His mouth looked like an old and untended graveyard with missing or badly chipped headstones, grown discoloured by age. It was apparent that Woody was self-conscious about his teeth, but fortunately, his unkempt moustache obscured most of the disaster. Woody’s overall appearance was dishevelled and somewhat skanky, and his hands were grimy and craggy-looking.

 The way that Woody constantly leered at him made Sylvain feel slightly uncomfortable. Sylvain dismissed this conduct, figuring that because Woody seldom engaged with younger people and looked like a hillbilly, this behaviour was hardly surprising.

After dinner, Woody invited Sylvain to use the bathroom. After Sylvain retrieved what he needed from the sofa, he happily headed towards the bathroom. Sylvain was a little unnerved when he saw no key in the large keyhole and no latch on the door. The thought of the lovely warm water awaiting him, however, negated his concern. As he undressed, Sylvain was unaware of the eye peering at him through the keyhole.

Outside the door, Woody was practically drooling as he looked at Sylvain’s naked form in the bathroom. Woody hoped like hell that Sylvain wouldn’t notice that there was no towel in the bathroom. In anticipation of Sylvain’s upcoming request, however, he made sure he had one at hand. Woody was mesmerized as he lustfully watched Sylvain soaping his body. Sylvain’s chest and slightly smooth backside were like a homing beacon to Woody. Woody’s sighed as his gaze lingered on the foamy youthful crack dividing Sylvain’s bubble butt. Woody’s snake excitedly twitched in his pants as his lust began to simmer. 

Woody now pondered how far he would be able to go with Sylvain. Woody regretted that he hadn’t showered in a few days, or at least brushed his teeth before Sylvain’s unexpected arrival. Had he known about the unforeseen windfall, he would also have given his hands a good scrubbing.

When he had spoken to Sylvain earlier, Sylvain appeared to be a very laidback and sensible guy, and Woody had a strong feeling that Sylvain could be bi-curios or maybe even gay. Woody would pull out every stop to overcome any possible adversity, hoping that the anonymity of the situation and the natural horniness of youth may provoke a lucky happenstance.

Woody knew that he couldn’t force Sylvain into submission, but he was going to try to coerce Sylvain as hard as possible. Woody had never had an opportunity like this before and was not going to waste it.

‘Oh god,’ he thought as he leered at Sylvain, ‘I simply have to fuck this man.’

After Sylvain stopped showering, Woody observed him looking for a towel. When Sylvain realized that there was no towel, Woody watched Sylvain’s hands brushing the moisture from his body.

Next, Sylvain lifted the top that he had been wearing to assist with his efforts. When Woody grasped that Sylvain wasn’t going to ask for a towel and that his plan wasn’t working, he decided to take the necessary action.

Stepping back from the door, he loudly asked, “Did I forget to put a towel in the bathroom?”

“Yes,” Sylvain replied.

Anticipating that he would shortly open the door a fraction to take the towel from him, Woody instantly opened the door fully and stood observing Sylvain’s naked body. After their eyes locked, Sylvain knew that Woody had been watching him because of the substantial tent in his shorts. There was a prolonged silence as this dual realization took place.

Sylvain knew that Woody wanted to have sex with him. In reality, Woody was definitively not the kind of man that would usually interest Sylvain. Sylvain also did not feel threatened by Woody, even though Woody was a lot more powerful than him. Strangely, however, the remoteness of this place and Woody’s coarseness began sexually exciting him. After all, nobody would ever know about this mercy fuck.

Woody knew that this was the moment of truth and that he had to take control. He penetratingly stared Sylvain down and was delighted when he began to observe a look of submission appear on Sylvain’s face. At that moment, Woody knew that he was going to have his way with Sylvain.

Woody then broke their impasse by commanding, “Turn around and let me dry you off.”

After Sylvain turned gingerly, Woody then walked up behind him and placed the open towel over Sylvain’s shoulders like a prospector staking his claim. After patting his back through the towel, Sylvain’s shoulders and arms followed. Woody now slipped his hands under the towel to embrace Sylvain’s torso in his arms. Sylvain felt like he was getting entangled in a seedy web, and amazingly, it was arousing him incredibly, like he was paralyzed by a morbid fascination.   

After Woody’s rough hands cupped Sylvain’s chest, Woody tossed the towel to the side.

After fondling Sylvain’s nipples for a short while, Woody then moved his left hand over Sylvain’s right breast and began sliding his right hand downwards. As this happened, his grasp on Sylvain’s body tightened as Sylvain felt Woody’s rigid dick in the small of his back. When Woody’s right hand arrived at his crotch, Woody gently began to run his fingertips to and fro across the pubic hair. Despite his apprehension, Sylvia found himself becoming sexually excited. Woody also knew this because his right fingers could feel Sylvain’s dick hardening.

Woody couldn’t believe his luck as he felt Sylvain warming to his touch, exactly how he had dreamed of things happening. On his infrequent visits to town, he always had to contend with bargain-basement quality, given his constrained financial situation. All he could afford were the whores that had already reached their sell-by dates. At the cruising spots, Woody also fared no better and had to settle for ancient old queens with sloppy arses.  Tonight, however, he had the pick of the crop in his grasp, and he was not going to hold back. Woody smiled, thinking about the abundance of spunk that he was going to unload into Sylvain.

When Woody started tweaking Sylvain’s right nipple, he also commenced grinding his knob into his back, giving Sylvain a forewarning of what lay ahead. As Sylvain’s head tilted backward in ecstasy, his ear became the focus of Woody’s hairy and jagged mouth. Sylvain had a moment of angst as Woody’s musty breath assailed his nostrils. Sylvain began worrying about how he would cope if Woody started kissing him. As Woody bit on his earlobe, Woody’s right hand stroked Sylvain’s cock frenetically. After liberating Sylvain’s earlobe Woody spoke in a strange voice, like a grownup addressing a child.

“Does my baby want me to fuck his hole?” 

Sylvain got so taken aback that he did not answer. Then, Woody commenced his rubbing his knob in Sylvain’s crack vigorously before repeating his question.

“Yes,” Sylvain finally answered.

“Mmm,” Woody groaned, as his clasp intensified.

Sylvain then felt his body being pushed forward towards the toilet bowl. Stopping a short way from the bowl, Woody told Sylvain to place his left foot on the toilet seat. With Sylvain’s widened stance, Woody now moved his hand beyond Sylvain’s balls and commenced rubbing Sylvain’s pucker with his craggy fingers. Sylvain had never had sex with anyone like Woody before, and the roughness of his fingers, his strong masculine odour, and the stale tobacco smell of his breath was turning Sylvain on incredibly. Woody’s middle finger then nestled in his man-hole and began spearing in and out vigorously. The scratchiness of Woody’s calloused finger made him groan and gasp as his body began to tremble as jizz oozed from his dick.

As Woody relinquished his right grasp on Sylvain, his hands moved to Sylvain’s shoulder blades and commenced pushing downward.

“Hug the bowl, baby, now I’m going to fuck your cunt,” Woody ordered.

Sylvain compliantly did as he got instructed. As Sylvain anchored himself on his arms and widened his stance, he saw Woody’s clothing piling up next to him.

As Woody commenced slapping Sylvain’s crack with his dick, he started spitting like crazy, and soon Sylvain felt a slimy slickness start to develop.

Shortly, Sylvain felt an unearthly pressure as his hole got prised open. Sylvain gnashed his teeth as Woody’s invasion began to take place. For Woody, the tussle with Sylvain’s sphincter was heavenly, as his constricted dick wrestled manfully to gain superiority. Halfway through the intrusion, Woody’s rough hands clamped onto Sylvain’s rump as he mercilessly pulled Sylvain onto his knob.

“Jesus, this is my lucky fuckin’ night,” Woody gushed as his hips sprang into action.

Woody didn’t want to cum too quickly, and after a couple of minutes of hammering, he decided he wanted to move the action through to the bedroom.

After pulling his dick out of Sylvain, Woody said, “Come,” before taking hold of Sylvain’s wrist and leading him to the bedroom.

Once there, he told Sylvain to sit on the corner at the bottom of his bed. Next, he told her to lie back with his legs wide open. As they observed one another, Sylvain was amazed at Woody’s good physique but laughed inwardly at Woody’s farmer’s tan. Although Woody’s arms, neck, and head, were well-tanned, the rest of his torso was very pale. As Sylvain’s eyes moved downward, Woody’s dick large uncut cock was no laughing matter, and he knew why his arse was still burning.

Woody now got to his knees, and with his hands pushing Sylvain’s thighs backward, commenced munching on his portal ravenously. Woody licked, prodded his tongue, and nibbled like a madman as he savagely gorged on Sylvain’s love-knot.

Soon, Woody extended his arms before his fingers located Sylvain’s nipples. Sylvain watched Woody’s rough fingers tweaked his nipples as his arse received the finest oral mugging it had ever had.

Woody now told Sylvain to move his body up upwards to the middle of the bed. When Woody climbed onto the bed and hovered over him, Woody’s lips paused at Sylvain’s nipples. Sylvain now received a hectic onslaught from Woody’s craggy teeth. As Sylvain began to grunt with discomfort, Woody revelled the ‘cruelty.’ 

When Woody finally lifted his head, he was relieved to see he hadn’t drawn blood as Woody looked at the two raw patties he had ‘tortured.’

“Are you okay?” Woody now asked.

“Do you care?” Sylvain replied, with a daring look of lasciviousness on his face. Sylvain’s arse and nipples were aching, and yet, he had never been more stimulated in his life.

Picking up on their chemistry, Woody lustfully barked, “No, I don’t care because you’re my bitch tonight. Besides, your accommodation isn’t free,” Woody playfully answered with faux authority.

“Well, I don’t have any money, so I suppose I’ll have to put up with your ‘abuse,’ Sylvain replied.

As Woody lifted Sylvain’s legs and placed them over his shoulders, he perpetuated the charade and said, “Well… Now it’s time to pay your bill.”

After another hasty and uncomfortable entry into Sylvain’s backside, Woody tightly clamped Sylvain’s head firmly in his rough hands.

When Woody’s hairy wet mouth closed in on Sylvain’s face, Sylvain was amazed by how the stale breath he had worried over did not trouble him at all. The sensuality of the combination of olfactory and physical stimulation was mind-blowing.  

Sylvain now began begging for Woody’s hips to fuck him harder. Comprehending Sylvain’s needs, Woody used his feet for traction to grind his knob to further depths. Clinched in an embrace of mutual satisfaction, Woody began to spear harder and harder. He was so overstimulated at this point that Woody knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, and as he began to grunt, Sylvain met his challenge by twitching his hips manically. When his spunk pumped into her Sylvain’s backside, Sylvain’s hands clamped onto Woody’s arse, milking every drop of spunk from Wood’s knob.

After collapsing next to Sylvain afterward, they lay listening to one another’s heavy breathing with an air of satisfaction. In their minds, they both reflected upon the fact that they had just enjoyed the best sex of their lives.

To Sylvain’s delight, the night was far from over. They made love three more times that night, and when he left after breakfast the following morning, he was amazed by how invigorated he felt.

Woody did extend an open invitation upon his departure, telling him that he would be welcome to visit at any time.

Eleven weeks later, as Woody sat eating his evening meal, there was a knock at his front door. The young man before him explained that he had cycled all day and needed a place to set up his tent for the evening. As Woody observed Sylvain, he was amazed to see him again. He had truly believed that Sylvain was way above his league and that he had been no more than a charity fuck.

They then followed the same procedure as on Sylvain’s former visit, and when Sylvain entered the bathroom later, Woody was amused to see a towel flying out before Sylvain closed the door. Woody peeped through the keyhole as before, and when Sylvain finished showering, Woody asked, “Did I forget to put a towel in the bathroom?”

“Yes,” Sylvain replied.

After opening the bathroom, Woody said, “Turn around and let me dry you off.” 

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“I was having a drink with a friend,” I told him.

“What did you feel today, Grampy?” He asked.

I had no idea what he thought he knew. There are times when he seems oblivious to what I feel; or acts that way. “I had drinks with a friend and it caused remembering things from the pasts.”

“I know.” He said. “Don’t be pissed, Grampy.” And he pulled my forehead to his.

It was twenty-five- years ago. But it wasn’t through my eyes. It was like watching myself; I knew where I was and remembered that night. It was through, Robby’s eyes. The way he saw me. I remembered us in the mirror before, we looked so…fuckin good.

‘People, not good people, now me Rye.’ Was what he said. People who knew things he’d done, and it worried him. And I felt what he did when I said, “Fuck’em. You’re a Chancellor.”

It is one thing to remember something you did or said; another seeing and hearing it happen. “Stop, RJ. Grampy knows.”

“You think you know, but you have no idea, Grampy.” And his forehead found mine again.

I mean, I lived it. I remembered every fuckin detail of that night; my grandson showed me what Robby saw; what he felt. How did he know? You, it’s, fuck. This is again, a really hard thing to explain. “Stop.” And I pulled his head to my shoulder.

I saw myself through his eyes again, felt what he did watching me, felt him cum in his pants when my hands hit the table. “Enough. Stop this now and forget it; do you hear me?’

“I hear you Grampy; I really wish I could?”

I pulled his head away cupping his cheeks in my hands, locking his eyes on mine, “Forget. Forget, Jr.”

“You’re funny, Grampy. Really? I remember everything. I would have done the same; let it go, Grampy. I would have killed them all, too.”

NO!

“Grampy?”

“Stop this now, Jr.” How can I lay this out to him?

He was now sitting on my lap; all he had on was his soft sleep pants and he was so… warm cuddling into me. “It complicated, Lil dude. You have no idea,”

“Silly, Grampy.”

I couldn’t fuckin help it. “Grampy, please don’t cry.”

“It’s not your fault, little guy. Sometimes Grampy’s’ just needs to cry. We’ve talked about this; you don’t peek on Grampy, Robby.”

“I don’t; I swear. But when your colors, when I see your eyes, I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” And I pulled him closer.

“How was the Pizza?” I asked as his brother brought in the rest of the box.

I always get a large; Garlic Chicken, Meat Lovers, Hawaiian, and the other quarter, Veggie. Guess what was left for me. “Let’s go Zoom with Pat.” He said to his little brother and I took bites.

“Robby? We need to talk when you’re done.” I directed with a look he didn’t like. “I want your computer; and phone.”

I thought about today and Mike as I set the board and laptop over my knees and started peaking at the keys. Like I have always said; nonfiction is easier to write, and I did. Almost Seven-thousand words flowed from me describing a few hours with a guy, ‘Over a Scotch’.

A half hour later Robby came in with his computer and an unhappy face. I closed mine and set his on my lap. “What am I going to find, Robby? You know I am the only one who can delete shit, right?” And he nodded.

“I read your story, Grampy.” He told me never making eye contact.

I turned away, closed my eyes, and took in a breath realizing I met two readers today. “What have you read and how many videos have you watched??? Be honest.” And I waited.

“I read ‘Robby and Ryan’, ‘The Start’, and the other stuff. I’ve watched some videos, too.” And I took another deep breath.

“You do know, that’s not love, right? What you see in those clips, the sex, those guys are getting paid to do what they do; it isn’t making love. That’s the problem with these sites, all you have to do is click a button. Kids like you and younger even; they don’t have anyone watching what they do.” And I took another deep breath as he looked at me wondering if I was telling him the truth.

“What should I do, Jr.?”

“I promise, Grampy.”

“OK. I won’t look through the history; I won’t block the site. You bring me your laptop every night for the next two weeks and I will look through it. Robby, you need to understand.” And I took yet another deep breath.

“The stories you read and the videos you watch; it’s addictive to adults and can ruin a young fresh mind. I, of all people, understand lust. But lust is not love. If you can’t help but go to those sites, knowing I will find out, you have a problem.” I wanted him to understand how serious this was.

“I promise, Grampy.” And I believed him.

“A promise is something you keep, Jr.; like Grampy does. Not something you say and then forget like your parents would. I could give a rats damn who you love, but I do want you to love and be loved, to be happy. Now give Grampy a Kiss.” He did and I gave him back his computer.

“Note to self: email, Bjorn again.”    

I did what I do in the mornings; I made my boys whatever they wanted for breakfast. I would do pancakes with blueberry eyes, a nose, and a smiley face. Sometimes eggs over easy with hash browns, or Waffle French toast; peanut butter, butter, and maple syrup all melted together. Bacon, real sausage, toast, and milk. It’s a great morning routine. And the boys gave me the time after.

I sat under the patio heater and logged on to GD. The suspense is always a thrill wondering who posted today, and I sipped my coffee. Grant. The ‘one-shot wonder guy’ was leading us on with short chapters and as I read a smile came to my face. You go, Grant.

Big D, with another installment. I’m sure I’ve read all he’s written; a prolific author that has inspired me, and for some unknown reason, I passed that Idol. And then I saw, ‘Just a Story’, By MB. I read and commented. Three days later I did what most guys my age do when getting the paper; I turned to the Obituaries. And I saw Mikes’ name.

I thought about what he told me and what he wrote. He truly loved Johnny but that wasn’t enough. Johnny was a loner, saw Mike as a ticket to somewhere, and only gave him what he so… desperately needed on rare occasions. It’s beyond sad.

Mike did show his ass, let readers see his bare backside. He told of a night or two than about the months or a year between. He hated himself for allowing Johnny back into his life knowing the pain he’d feel when the one he loved would leave again looking for what was right in front of him. It was so… sad.     

A week after that I went to the celebration of life at a little bar on The Snohomish River. He was easy to spot, Johnny; maybe ten years younger than me. I clapped my hands in the air and told Todd, “A round of Fiddich-12, on Mike.” And I laughed inward as Todd did outward. And I moved Johnny to the deck.

“I know who you are!” He said in a snotty tone. It took all I had to keep from slapping him across the fuckin face

“Did you know who, Mike really was? Do you know how many times you hurt him?” And I was winding up. It’s been a long time.

“He talked about you all the fuckin time. How do you think that made me feel?” And his head rocked back and forth. That did it. You just hit: BINGO mister.

I put my left hand around his neck and launched my right fist into his gut, not upward so he’d puke; then guiding him to a chair telling him he’d be ok.

He puked, anyway. I pulled my feet back just in the nick of time. I smiled, then a chuckle, and after a few seconds, I was ready to fall over in laughter.

And Todd came out. “I think he’s had too much, cut him off.” And he nodded like believing me seeing his lunch sprayed out on the deck.

“You’re lucky I didn’t go for your nuts,” I said in his ear. “You sit here and catch, your fuckin breath. If you get up and head for the door; you might not wake up till tomorrow. ARE WE CLEAR???” I was surprised I found that voice of old. He nodded.

I stood walking over to the jukebox, deposited a couple of bucks, and looked over at Johnny with his head between his knees; I felt bad. OK. NOT. This is not me, don’t do this kind of shit; ok, almost never any more. I hit all the buttons Mike had a week and a half ago; and a few he didn’t.

‘Midnight Train to Georgia.’ I turned looking at Todd giving him the, crank it up, thumbs. He did. If there was ever a beat to a song; I love this fuckin song, could blow it out of the park, and that’s what I did as Todd brought the volume back down. There are songs that make you move. I walked the room to people smiling, others crying, and I fuckin moved.

I remembered back in the day of, Soul Train, Dick Clark, and The Midnight Special. I have a range, can sing most shit, and I made Gladys Knight, proud. For those who are shower singers; I know you can fuckin rock it, in the shower. I rock with my clothes on, in front of people; try it sometime.

I sang as my body swayed on its own accord with thumbs over my back and hips moving. “LA…Room much for the man. He couldn’t make it, so he’s leaven life, he’s cum to know.’ I looked to the deck then scanned the room. Johnny was making his way to the door.

‘He said he’s going back to find,’ And I gave Todd a look along with a finger; then he did what I wish I could have done. He close lined him in a single motion dragging his sorry ass behind the bar then smiled at me. It made me laugh.

“We’ll be with him; on that midnight train to Georgia. i’d rather be in his world, than be without him, in mine.” And Todd pulled Johnny up by the scruff of his neck to see what was happening.

I didn’t realize at the time I was paying homage to Mike with verses and telling Johnny’s story with others. “Lord, be with him; I know we will.” And I moved from one person to another, “I know we will.”

This was something I remembered from long ago; singing in front of people. And I walked to the bar where Todd had Johnny sequestered. “He got dreamin, that someday you’d be a star, a superstar; but you didn’t get far, did you?” And I looked at him shaking my head back and forth.

“But you sure found out the hard way, that dreams don’t always come true. So he burned all his hopes and even sold your old car. And you bought a one-way ticket back to the life you once knew, oh yes you did.” And I seemed to hit the dumb ass in the head.

“He’s leaving, on that Midnight Train to Heaven. Said he’s going back to a simpler place in time: Lord be with him, I know I will, on that Midnight Train to heaven,” I took a deep breath and looked around.

I know what smiles with tears mean; fuck yes, I do. Todd handed me the mic. I walked back letting both men and women kiss me, thank me, and I told them I got a little carried away. ‘Carry us away’ they said. I handed the mic back to Todd and he shook his head no, and the volume came back up.

I shook my head no as the second-best beat came up. Now, I love moving to fuckin music, making luv to music, I just love moving to the beat. And I did. I smiled closing my eyes bobbing back and forth, ran a hand up under my shirt, and brought the microphone to my lips.

“Holding back the Years, thinking of the fear I’ve had so… long. When somebody hears, listen to the fear that’s gone. Strangled by the wishes of fate so long.” And we all sang together. I realized that this was turning into me and should have been about Mike. I set the mic on the bar.

Don’t ask me why? I fell into the role of host as I talked to everyone who probably wondered if I was Mike’s lover; I didn’t confirm or deny anything. I told Todd I would pick up the tab.

“He left everything to this place; Mike can buy a lot of drinks for a long time.” I smiled.

When I arrived home Robby brought in his computer even though I wasn’t to see it till after dinner. He set it on my lap, “I’m sorry, Grampy.” I opened it up and went to history. ‘Robby and Ryan’ chapter 42. I checked history and there was nothing that caught my eye other than he had read ‘Robby and Ryan’ again.

Time to step up and be the dad. “I am blocking this site and clearing the history. I’m doing the same on your phone.” I told him bluntly.

“Please, Grampy? I won’t look at vids, won’t read anybody else’s stories, Please Grampy?”

I thought about being fourteen, 1974. I couldn’t help but wonder what I would be today if I had what kids have today, endless, hardcore shit. I mean, just Google ‘Cocks.’ I knew stuff like this today, the visuals that kids can pull up, unrealistic shit. And I knew my grandson.

I didn’t want him to think that what he saw was love, wanted him to be able to jack off just because it felt good, not because of what he saw. I thought about my stories and those of others who write; would it be a bad thing? “I’m still blocking the site, Robby. If I find something I think is suitable, I’ll forward you the link.” Had I just done a bad thing knowing I would forward the next chapter from RA; Let me Lead?

I want all writers, Authors, and readers alike, to think about that. My grandson had read all I had written, some seven-hundred-thousand-words. I was so descriptive thinking about readers, I never thought about this. I never thought about looking into eyes that loved me, and loved the other side of me, as well.

“You know, Grampy? It’s kind of hard sharing a room with him.” And he looked at the floor.

I understood what he was saying. I didn’t want for him, the things that can happen between brothers, you know what I mean. “How has he been sleeping?” I asked knowing his little brother had BAD dreams; terrors.

“He’s been good, Grampy, I’d have told you.”

It wasn’t like I didn’t have another room; yes, it was my office but still had our old waterbed from over half a lifetime ago. What to do??? “Talk to your brother, see if you are something he can sleep without, take it slow and you can have the other room.”

“Thank you, Grampy. He’s been doing way better.”

“Look, Jr., This is hard. Your Dad is over half my age and I know I fucked up with him and D. I can’t afford to let that happen again with you and your brother.” And I thought about what I said.

“You’re funny, Grampy.” And he ran his fingers over my face. “Grampy? Was all that true? I mean you and Uncle Robby?”

It kind of made me sick that he had read what I’d written, how our life was. “You need to be more specific, Jr.”

“Open the file, ‘Ask Grampy.’” He told me and I did.

The first thing was, “Was it real?” I thought about all I’d written, life with Rob, the death of my mother and Robin. The life and death of my husband and soulmate, drugs, and how everything shaped my life right up to this moment. “You need to be more specific, Jr.” And I know how big I need to smile for dimples to appear

“Did you know, Grampy? I mean, when you saw him the first time?”

It wasn’t a hard question. “Yes. Well. I knew something had just changed my life this time. I’d felt it before.”

“Grampy?” And he looked at me and I knew where he was going.

“Robby? Grampy was just a boy; only a few years older than you and Robby wasn’t even sixteen. Don’t ask me things that you know will be hard for me.”

“Nothing good is ever easy, Grampy.” I could see his wheels turning, remembering the hundreds of thousands of words I wrote, and what he’d seen stepping into my brain.” I’m sorry, Grampy. I really am.” I smiled and nodded; he did know.

“When you guys went to the State Park, was it like what you wrote? It made me laugh that they didn’t know, Queen. I mean, really?”

I remembered that chapter fondly and smiled; then thought Robby had read what I’d written. I shared this kind of intimate stuff with anonymous friends never thinking of what would happen years later down the road.

“You’re a bad, bad, monkey, Robby.”  And I shook my head.

“They sounded kind of hot, Grampy. I hope things worked out for them.” And for the first time, I did also.  

“Grampy? Willows?” I mean what a fuckin question.

“Your Dad and Uncle don’t know; never fear her. Willow’s is, I don’t really know what the fuck that house is, but in her care, she will never let anything happen to you or the ones you love.”

“Grampy? Was the whole deer thing true???” And I could see tears form.

“It was, as he remembered. Do you have any idea how my life would be today if things had been different? Just one little thing. Would you even be here? There is a master plan, Jr. We will never understand it, but, what will be, will be.” And he had tears, now.

“Grampy?” And I pulled his head next to mine so I didn’t have to witness.

I thought about my life; it was so…much more than I ever shared. I’m halfway through it; Robs’ birthday, and the day he died. It is a hard four months. Add to that, the newer shit in life. What happened with TJ, last Thanksgiving; I hope none of you ever have to do CPR on your child.

And here I am today with his son next to me. I took both of his boys, paid their parents, and disinherited my eldest son. I see his; as my failures. Did I do something wrong? Maybe it was something I did or maybe didn’t do. Who, fuckin knows? But I know I raised him better than this.

Robby moved to the keyboard, it has only been nine months and that boy has a natural talent with his long fingers and sense of rhythm. Anything with strings. His brother loves the drums and when he heard us his sound blended with his brothers.

So! I’ve gone pretty far down the rabbit hole, with this one. I’m sure most of you who read are disappointed you didn’t get the ‘one-off’ you were hoping for. Sorry. The thing is, I want you to remember me, RJC. I want you to think beyond what you hope to find in a story, think about it as you go on with your day.

Then think; my older readers. Kids and grandkids are home. Cover your tracks because all of the kids are on computers now. They are way smarter than us, can probably guess your password in five moves, and get into your history and files.

Take control, step up, and look at your kid’s history, see where they’ve been going, take some control. I think the results would surprise you. Look at their phones, look at texts; who are these people? Look at the video’s they have taken of themselves and where they sent them.

I mean these kids have sites. They show themselves to strangers, and some for money. The shit they do today will never go away and they haven’t a fuckin clue. Lock your shit uptight, check on them, and their sexual wellbeing. I hope you are not surprised.

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 I sit here in the outfit I now have to wear in the Men’s Prison I find myself in.  it consists of a see through top, tightly tied corset, frilly panties, stockngs, suspenders and heels. As soon as I arrived the main inmate gangs had labelled me as a bitch and i was told in no uncertain terms that I must go to the governor and express my desire to wear women’s clothes. The governor told me I would be seen by a doctor and if he diagnosed me as transsexual then I could do so and would be put in segregation. The prison doctor seemed very supportive of my wish to be female though added that my mental state wouldn’t be helped by putting me in segregation and he would recommend that I be housed in the general population. It was only later I learnt that he was in collusion with the main gangs and groups in the prison. The doctor decided on a short pvc minidress and frilly satin panties with black patent heels as a suitable uniform. I told him that I would be gangraped if I wear to go in to general population in that outfit. He replied that there is no gangrape in this prison – you will be indulging in mutual group sex with lots of men and you will tell everyone that is what you want and you will enjoy it. When you have your monthly report meet with the governor’s aide you will tell him you are addicted to penises and love having sperm inside you.       I was led to my cell wearing my ‘uniform’ to a barrage of catcalls and wolf whistles and when I reached it there was a ‘reception committee’ of six men waiting for me. within seconds I had a huge penis rammed right UP me and another shoved down my throat. They pretty soon shot their sperm inside me both ends and were quickly replaced by another two both thrusting hard down my throat and up my rear until they too cum inside me. The remaining two of the reception committee started to use me but then stopped as a guard came by. ‘Don’t stop on my accord’ he said…” unless you aren’t enjoying yourselves that is’ . The ‘reception committee’ said we’re all fine here. ‘What about you sissy-you having fun?’ The glares from the ‘committee’ forced a ‘oh, yes I am’ from me and the guard went on his way. The committee told me in no uncertain terms that next time a guard comes by while men are having sex with me I had  best sound like I really mean it and tell him I am a cock loving nymphomaniac. You repeat it now for next time – what are you ? I am a cock-loving nymphomaniac and I love every cock that is rammed IN me. I had to make sure I repeated that phrase whenever the guards saw me having sex with any men. The ‘reception committee’ spent another two hours in my cell using me every way possible before heading off for chow. I had their sperm pumped right UP me and had it IN my belly over my face. With my cell door unlocked I decided to make my way to the shower room to clean up but was dragged into another cell where a dozen men took it in turn to use me. The guards passed by commenting and I repeated my lines telling them how much I adored these men having sex with me and how I loved their sperm inside me. ‘Good Bitch, you’re learning’ . Eventually I managed to leave the cell now even more cum-filled and cum drenched than before and made my way to the shower block. It seemed quiet but on entering a cheer arose and inside were 30 or so naked men, some engaging in sexual activity and all those not seemed to have a pretty stiff hard on. The most muscular and powerful of them grabbed me and held me in mid air at an optimum height for use by the others. A scrum of men gathered round me waiting their turn to use my mouth and ass for the pleasure of their penises and to shoot their seed as deep inside me as they could. Cock after throbbing cock was rammed into each end of my body riding me hard before spurting hot sperm deep inside me. The men holding me told me that I had better swallow it and take it inside me as much as possible as the men didn’t like to see their sperm go to waste on the washroom floor. I duly obliged not wanting to incur the wrath of these muscular heavily built men. For most of the next hour apart from momentary seconds for a changeover my ass and throat were continually ridden by throbbing penises – thrusting deep within me ejaculating inside me. Eventually guards cam and broke up the gathering. They asked me if i was okay and I replied that I was fine and thoroughly enjoying the group sex I was consensually indulging in. They commented on how keen I appeared to be to serve cock and how the yards needed a compliant sissy who enjoyed pleasing cock. Once you have serviced every cock on this yard a dozen or so times we will move you around the rest of the yards similarly. Oh and before you go you’d best use a tampon up your rear we don’t want any mess on the corridor floors. I replied that I didn’t have any. Oh dear they sighed – then you’d better make sure that you lick up any spills. Just then one of the men who’d earlier ridden me volunteered to help. ‘ I can escort the sissy back to it’s cell and make sure it keeps all the seed inside it’ – and then rammed his massive cock right UP me, marching me back to my cell while all the others looked on whistling as paused every now and then to properly ride me. On reaching my cell he pulled out, laid me on the bunk then cum all over my face.  I hadn’t the opportunity to wash so I lay there pumped full of spunk,  with a belly full of spunk and my face covered in spunk. Everyone in the prison from inmate to guard to governor was convinced that I needed numerous daily bareback gangbangs to feed my sperm addiction. It wasn’t long before I had more visitors wanting to avail themselves of the new very willing slut’s mouth and ass. As it approached lights out they left but before lock up my new cellmates arrived – all 12 of them for a cell designed for just 4. As soon as lights out passed one of them inserted a wide open O ring into my mouth while another climbed on me and rammed his cock up my rear. Before long a cock was down my throat as far as it could go. All 12 of them had taken viagra and intended on making the most of having a sissy spermslut locked in with them for the night in a constant round of continual mutually consensual group sex.

…… may be to be continued

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We are in Canada, in the late sixties. Parliament is debating an Omnibus Bill to modernize the Criminal Code; one amendment proposes to legalize sex between two men or two women. The right-wing party argues that it is against religion or against nature, that this type of behavior should be dealt with by psychiatric institutions. The left-wing party’s position is that there is no place for the State in the bedrooms of the Nation.

The press covers the debate on a regular basis. Articles detailing the heated discussions in the House of Commons always appear on the front page of daily and weekly papers or at the top of radio and television news bulletins. At the end, since the Liberal Party has the majority, the amendment is passed. Homosexuality is legalized in 1969.

The Omnibus Bill is echoed in many private colleges attended by hundreds of boys 12 to 20-years old. These institutions are run by religious orders opposing, officially, boys sucking or fucking each other off. Father Francis Brown, 32, is known as a progressive teacher at Saint Benedict Academy. This handsome muscular type looks after the hockey team. He likes to hug a player whenever he scores. Some say that he has a wandering hand, slapping also the player’s butt.

Hockey can be rough. In a brawl, one’s stick can hit you in the groin. In the heat of the game, a puck can fly right on your cock. Protective gear is necessary, and Father Brown sees that every player wears a jockstrap with the plastic cup tucked in. When a new player joins the team, Coach Francis – as he likes to be called – helps the young man to put on the jockstrap on top of his underwear.

He takes time and pleasure to adjust the straps and to insert the cup so that it covers nicely the genitals. To do so, Coach Francis does not hesitate to put his hand inside the underwear and to manipulate the boy’s dick. “Standard practice”, he says with a smile. When the gesture is not welcomed, he quickly replies with “Looks fine to me, you’re all set to play rough!”

When the manipulation of a boy’s dick triggers a slight bulge, Coach Francis does not hesitate to whisper that this is natural. He just noticed that a newcomer, Gilbert, 18, seemed to appreciate the special cock caress. He plans to see him privately. Like most priests at Saint Benedict Academy, Father Francis is the spiritual director of approximately twenty students. He arranges to have Gilbert’s name added to his list.

At the first meeting, Gilbert is a bit surprised to see Coach Francis rather than Father Francis. His spiritual director is wearing the hockey team sweater and faded blue jeans. “Just wanted to make you feel comfortable”, he says. The exchange quickly switches from spirituality to athletics.

“Did you know that jockstraps are not just worn by hockey players?”

“I guess that football players probably wear it also, right?”

“Yes, but also wrestlers and cyclists, without a cup in those cases. Their jockstrap is usually cut in a fabric that stretches perfectly to wrap balls and cock. Would you like to see how?”

“Are you wearing this kind of jockstrap? Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to be so personal.”

“No problem, Gilbert. I’m here to guide you in every way possible. Yes, I am wearing a fitted jock. Just bought a black one.”

On that note, Father Francis pulls down his jeans and exhibits a nice bulge. Gilbert is surprised to see that the coach is not wearing any underwear. He obviously enjoys the fact that the jockstrap frames nicely a hairy round butt.

“You can feel the fabric of the pouch if you want to. I can even give you a medium-size jock, a red one that I purchased thinking of you.”

Gilbert approaches Father Francis, caresses gently the bulge and feels it growing. He backs away, thinking that he may have committed a sin, but Father Francis reassures him, saying that homosexual behavior is now legal in Canada, and that religion has better things to look after than “activities that do not hurt anyone”.

Time as flown and Gilbert must catch the last bus home. Coach Francis gives him a plain brown bag and asks him to plan coming back the next day. “Wear the red jock inside this bag, with no underwear, plus tight faded blue jeans if you have any.”

As soon as supper and homework are finished, Gilbert goes upstairs, locks his bedroom door, and quickly opens the brown bag. The red jock falls out, not wrapped in a plastic envelope with the brand name Bike on it. He feels the fabric, stretches the elastic band and straps, sniffs the pouch, and… “Oh, my God, this jock has been worn. I can smell the sweat and it feels great!”

Gilbert is sure that Coach Francis left his body odor on the fabric. He looks inside the pouch and notices traces of what seems like sperm. “Holy fuck, my coach left his signature.” Father Francis would have said “his imprimatur”, lol.

Gilbert loses no time in getting naked and pulling up the red jock. He stands on his bed to look at himself in the mirror. He slowly caresses his cock which quickly expands to proportions not seen before. Gilbert had no idea that a jockstrap could be so fuckin magical. He continues to stroke his rod under the bright red fabric until the knob pops out of the pouch. He squeezes the nicely wrapped balls and feels the juice filling his slender dick. The picture of Coach Francis’ hairy butt framed by a black jock sets the explosion in motion. “Holy fuck, this is so damn hot!”

The next morning, Gilbert comes down for breakfast. His mother is surprised to see him wearing blue jeans, but he explains that today is Blue Jeans Day at the Academy. A white lie that goes unnoticed, like the fact that he chose the tightest and most faded pair of blue jeans. Classmates are so pleased to see Gilbert wearing the hockey team sweater that they don’t notice his bulge. Well, maybe a certain student nicknamed “Sissy” can barely stop looking at it. Father Francis is also distracted by Gilbert’ sex appeal during his history course, already imagining their meeting at 4 o’clock sharp.

After a faint knock, Father Francis opens the door, lets Gilbert in and then locks it. He is wearing his cassock and welcomes his hockey player with more than a warm hug, adding a kiss and a firm hand on the round butt. This immediately triggers a bulge, making the black jockstrap stick out from the cassock, a scenario that the young priest had been fantasizing on for years. Gilbert reaches out to grab the huge offering. Father Francis slips out of his cassock, kneels down to bury his face in Gilbert’s crotch, feeling an already half-blown erection.

Coach Francis asked Gilbert to wear tight faded blues jeans because they excite him to the point that he can not resist giving a spanking. Not expecting that, Gilbert quickly finds out how thrilling it is to feel the coach’s hand slapping and massaging his behind. He is now fully erected and wants to show off his red jockstrap package. After having stripped down, both stand face to face, kissing feverously, cock to cock, rubbing swelteringly.

Knowing by experience that his student has never been sucked, the coach pulls down the red jock with his teeth, starts licking the cut shaft, then the pink mushroom, tasting some precum, and gradually engulfing the whole pistol in his mouth, to the rhythm of his hockey player’s moaning cries. When Gilbert warms Francis that he is about to explode, the order is given: “Shoot your jizz in my throat! I want to swallow your yummy nectar.” The load is so powerful that it overflows out of Francis’ mouth. He immediately gets up and gives a French-cum kiss to Gilbert.

“Wow, an out of this world experience! Now, it’s my turn”, says Gilbert. He barely has time to sniff the black bulging package that the engine is roaring. Once the jockstrap is taken off, Gilbert is in awe: hairy bush, huge balls, thick veiny uncut cock, plus a sweet and sour manly odor. He follows the same scenario and both end up French-cum kissing.

At 18, Gilbert has never felt so deliciously naughty. All this man-to-man pleasure, twice a week, remains a secret, of course, but Coach Francis wants to improve the scenario by adding one or two more players. He arranges to get the key of a larger empty room, saying that he will use it for tutorials. The word is more than well chosen!

Through jockstrap adjustments on new hockey players, the coach has identified Bobby and Freddy as potential members for his new “18-Year-Old Jockstrap Club”. He manages to have them added to his list as spiritual director, and gradually gives a jockstrap gift to Bobby and Freddy. Father Brown thinks that 18 is the age of consent for homosexual acts in Canada.

Coach Francis’ plan unfolds as expected, with the co-operation of Gilbert. They first have hot threesomes, then wild foursomes. They not only suck but also rim and fuck. When Andrew joins the Club, they can experience the meaning of “orgy”. Coach Francis’ ass is so welcoming that he gets to have both Bobby and Freddy pound him at the same time, while he sucks Gilbert’ cut slender pistol, and orders Andrew to suck his thick uncut rod. With so many members, each can enjoy arse and face fucking at the same time. Andrew is the only one not interested in fucking and rimming. He seems to cast a shadow on the Club, but Coach Francis does noy pay too much attention to the lonely sheep.

Andrew happens to be more of a black sheep. He does some research on the Omnibus Bill passed by the Canadian Parliament in 1969. He learns that homosexual activities were decriminalized under certain conditions: only two persons, both at least 21-year-old, and in private. When confronted with the facts, Father Francis Brown dissolves the 18-Year-Old Jockstrap Club, but discretely continues to have man-to-man pleasure with Gilbert, Bobby and Freddy. All three join one of the first gay rights groups in Canada, and even march on Parliament Hill during a national protest to have the Criminal Code revised.

In 1985, the anal sex provisions in section 159 of the Criminal Code are relaxed, the age of consent now being 18 unless the parties are husband and wife. Since June 2019, same-sex activity is legal in Canada and the age of consent is 16, equal to the age of consent for heterosexual activity.

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At the ripe young age of thirty-two, I inherited Rivers Construction Company after my dad and founder of the company passed away.  We had a total of fourteen offices in four states, and in the last two years I traveled from office to office getting to know our clients and employees.

Although my dad tried constantly to set me up with one female after another, I wasn’t interested.  Deep down inside I had a desire to have sex with other males.  On a few occasions, I had crossed over and got to bed with another man but was strictly on the receiving end for oral and the giving end for anal.  

However, more and more, I was getting the desire to swap those actions and be more on the giving end of oral and the receiving end of anal.  But as of now, it hadn’t happened.

After dad’s death and the board appointing me president and CEO of the company, I traveled to each office and met with the entire staff from managers down to the actual workers.

It was in my second town, Riverside, that I had my first encounter going the opposite direction.

I arrived late on a Monday afternoon and checked into the Excelsior Hotel, downtown.  After a quiet dinner in the restaurant, I decided to go for a walk and get my thoughts together for the meeting the following morning at ten.

A few blocks from the hotel, I was walking past a neighborhood bar that sounded active from the sounds I could hear outside.  Deciding to go in for a beer, I stepped inside and in less than a minute, I realized I was in a very active gay bar.

In one corner, one guy was on his knees sucking another guys cock while several watched.  All over the bar guys were openly kissing and fondling each other, and on stage was a male stripped that for the right amount of money would take his hard cock out of his jock, and let the guy fondle it, sometimes rubbing it in the guys face.

I stepped up to the bar and ordered a beer and as I started sipping it the guy next top me smiled and said, “You’re new around here.”

“Yes, I am,” I replied.  “I’m just in town on business.  I’m Mark.”

“Nice to meet you, Mark.  I’m Josh.”

We talked for a while and he soon asked, “If I’m not being too forward, what all are you into?”

“Well, so far, I’ve only been the giver in anal and the receiver in oral, but I’ve decided I want to reverse those roles,” I replied.

Well, I love it all both ways, giving and receiving,” Josh said, adding, “It your interested, I’d like to help you with your reversal.”

“I’d like that,” I replied, figuring Josh to be near my age, and exceptionally well built. “I’m at the Excelsior Hotel just down the street, room six ten.”

We finished our beer and he said he would meet me there and to be comfortable.  I walked back and moments after I arrived at my room and stripped totally naked, there was a knock on my door.

After letting him in, he kissed me passionately and said, “I had to find a bud of mine and let him know to get a cab home since I was going to be occupied.”

“Is he your partner?” I asked. 

“Nope, just a good friend,“ Josh said as he began stripping off his clothes.  As he did, I lay in bed and watched, my cock getting harder and harder seeing his hot, muscular, hairy body.

Moments later, he was totally nude and came over and lay beside me, kissing me passionately, before moving down and gently sucking on my nipples.  

Then, as he began kissing lower, I stopped him and began doing the same to him.  I was soon sucking his hard nipples on his muscular hairy chest. As I did, he moaned softly, and I began going lower.

Seconds later I was at his navel, then I was at his thick bush, his cock next to my mouth.  After taking a deep breath, I took his hard cock in my mouth and began swallowing it. 

Once I had all I could take in my mouth, I began to piston on it, massaging it with my tongue.  As I did, Josh moaned softly in pleasure before saying, “Fuck, Mark, are you sure this is your first cock? You suck like you have been doing it for years.  You are a natural.”

I had to admit to myself, that I was totally enjoying what I was doing and was wanting desperately to taste the reward.  Then, before I knew it, Josh moaned and said, “Fuck, baby, you are about to get a mouthful.  I’m going to blow my wad, now!” he exclaimed as his cock erupted in my mouth feeding me his huge, thick cum load.

After savoring the nectar for a few moments, I eagerly swallowed every delicious drop, wishing he had more for me.

I pulled off his still hard cock and moved back up next to him and we kissed passionately, before he said, “Mark, the way you sucked my cock and took my load, I have trouble believing that was your first time.”

“Josh, I swear to you, that was the first time I even had a cock in my mouth, but I have to admit that I totally enjoyed every moment of it, including eating the huge load.”

“Baby, you’ve got me so hot I have to have your load,” and with that he began kissing and licking his way down my body to my cock and seconds later he had the entire shaft buried in his throat.  After several moments, my cock exploded and filled his mouth with my nectar which he eagerly swallowed.

As we kissed afterward, I knew that making love to another man was the way I wanted to live my life.

We kissed and cuddled for several minutes before I offered him a cold beer from my mini-fridge.  We talked for a while and he told me about his first time with another man. 

It had been his swim coach his senior year of high school and after a swim meet, his coach made advances on him and they engaged in a sixty-nine and he was hooked on sucking cock.

I began fondling his cock and moments later he was again rock hard and after kissing him said, “Fuck me.”

He reached into his pants pocket, and after retrieving the tube of lube, he coated his cock and my hole and began his entry. 

With me on my back, and my knees pulled up to my chest, he said, “As I begin my entry, just remember to relax.”

A second later I felt his cock head began pressing against my hole, and moments later the head slipped into me and he slowly slid his cock into me balls deep.  

After a few moments of allowing me to adjust, he began to piston in and out of my hole and as he did, I began to enjoy the feeling and my own cock returned to a rock hard state.

We kissed passionately for a while before he said, “I’m close to shooting. Do you want me to pull out?”

“Hell no!” I exclaimed, “I want to feel you shoot in me.”

He moaned softly and instantly, I felt his cock begin filling my hole with his thick hot load.

After slowly pulling out, he asked if I was alright.  I said I was and that it had been awesome.  Then after he insisted that I fuck him we showered together, and as he dressed,  I said, “I was scheduled to leave tomorrow after a business meeting, but if you can come back over, I’ll stay another night.”

“Plan on it,” he said with a smile, before kissing me.  After he left, I couldn’t believe what I had been missing out on.

The next morning my ass was slightly sore as I remembered the awesome pleasure that caused it to be sore, and looked forward to doing it again that evening.

I dressed and took a taxi to the offices of Rivers Construction Company, on the outskirts of town. After meeting with the general manager of that branch, we went into the conference room where the entire crew and staff were waiting.

As the branch manager began speaking, I scanned the audience and my vision froze on one of the attendees.  

There, on the third row, was Josh, the man I had been to bed with the night before. Our eyes met and he smiled as he winked at me. I had never been in a situation like this before.

I was introduced and gave my pep talk to the employees, letting them know my door was always open should they have any problems. Then, as a gesture of good will, I told them to tke the rest of the day off, with pay of course.

The meeting was adjourned, and every one headed for the coffee and snacks. I made myself available to answer any questions and soon everyone was gone including the branch manager, except one person, Josh.

Stepping up to me he smiled and said, “I’m not fucking believing this. I went to bed with the president of the company.”

“How do you think I feel, knowing I sucked off and got fucked by an employee,” I replied.

“Are things still on for tonight?” Josh asked.

“Why do you think I gave everyone the rest of the day off?” I replied.

“You need a ride?” he asked.

“I’m not planning on walking,” I replied.

We headed out and the security guard wished us a great day.

Once in the car, Josh laughed and said, “I nearly shit when I saw you walk out onto that stage.  I was having trouble hiding my rising boner.”

“How do you think I felt, looking out and realizing that I had been to bed with an employee?” I replied.

“The look on your face was priceless,” he said.

We soon arrived at the hotel and he stopped at the front entrance.  “I’ll drop you here for appearances then meet you at your room shortly.”

The doorman opened the car door and as I got out I called back, “Later.”

As I headed inside Josh pulled away and drove out of site.  I got to my room just as housekeeping was finishing up.  I went in and collapsed in the recliner in the room and tried to calculate the odds of what had happened.

Approximately ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door.  I opened it and let Josh in and he smiled and said, “I’m glad you are still dressed.”

“Why is that?” I asked.

“Because I want to undress you,” he replied before kissing me. 

He began unbuttoning my shirt then pulled it off.  Then he removed my trousers, then tee shirt then my briefs.  He had me lay on the bed and after removing my socks, he began sucking my toes and it sent chills through my body.

After several moments, I stopped him and said. “My turn.”

I then began removing his clothes and once I had him naked, I turned him around and quickly dropped to the floor and began rimming his hot ass.

After a moment he stopped me and began rimming mine.  After several moments, I stopped him and led him to bed here we kissed passionately for several minutes.  Afterward, he gave me a full body tongue bath after making me promise to do the same to him afterward, and it was a promise I was looking forward to keeping.

From early afternoon until just past midnight, we sucked and fucked each other several times. Then several hours later he suggested we shower. Once in the shower, he surprised me and said he wanted a golden shower. I knew what he wanted and made him promise to give me one also.

He grasp my cock and as the flow began he aimed it over his body and also into his open mouth.  Once his mouth was filled, he smiled then swallowed the yellow liquid, then took my cock in his mouth to get the rest of what I had.

Afterward, he stood and I knelt and the process was reversed and I loved the taste of his piss, drinking all I could.

When it was time for him to leave, I told him not to be surprised if he was called to the main office for consultations. I wondered if I could find a way to transfer Josh to the main office. 

I continued on my visits to the other offices of the company. It was as I neared Simsburg, that I stopped at the rest area on the outskirts of town, following an eighteen wheeler into the lot.

I pulled the rental car to the curb and as I got out and stretched, I noticed the hot driver of the big rig heading for the restroom he appeared to be in his early thirties ad was extremely well built, and was curious if he was just as well built down between his legs.  

I walked at a rapid pace to the restroom and stepped up to the urinal next to the trucker just as he began urinating.  I took my cock out and began pissing, noticing the trucker glance over at my cock.  

He finished pissing just an instant before I did, but made no attempt to put his cock away.  I finished and immediately began to casually milk mine, watching his out of the corner of my eye.

I noticed him looking toward my cock and as he did, my cock began to stiffen gradually.  I noticed that as mime stiffened so did his.  After a couple of seconds, I began to casually stroke mine back and forth and noticed that he smiled as he watched then began stroking his.

He smiled and asked softly, “Mind if I do that for you?”

“Be my guest,” I replied. In a flash, he had my cock in his hand and was stroking my hard erection.  I reached over and began doing the same to his.

“You headed for Simsburg?” he asked.

“As a matter of fact, I am,” I replied.

“I’m stopping at the truck stop there for the evening. Would you care to join me?”

“Is there a motel close by?” I asked.

“Right next door,” he said with a smile.

“Why don’t I get a room.  You can watch and see which one I go in then come over and join me.”

 “Sounds like a plan.  We can even shower together.”

“Lead the way,” I replied.

Moments later we were on our way to Simsburg, with me following the big rig.  About thirty minutes later I saw the sign for the truck stop  and followed him in.  I parked up front while he drove into the truck parking area. 

He joined me and we went in for coffee, choosing a booth away from the other occupants.  Then, smiling, he said, “I guess you’d like to know who your about to go to bed with.  I’m Dan Sims.”

“Nice meeting you,” I replied.  “I’m Mark Rivers.”

We had coffee and I found out that he was in the process of getting a divorce after catching her in bed with three men at the same time.

“She refused to do oral or anal with me  and just strictly wanted to fuck.  However when I caught her he had one guy in her ass, another in her cunt, and the third in her mouth and five one hundred dollar bills on the dresser.”

“No shit?” I asked.

“What really pissed me off is that I only got to fuck her maybe twice a month. I’d been sucked by guys on the road but after catching her, I went strictly with guys doing it all and love every minute of it.”

I asked if he had any hard evidence to substantiate his claim and he smiled and pulled out his cell phone. “You tell me if I have any hard evidence,” then showed me several photos he had taken.

“What made it even worse was the fact that one of the guys was my best bud in high school and was still a close friend.”

He excused himself saying he needed to check in with his customer to see what time he needed to unload the next day.  It gave me a chance to check out the other truckers there.

When he returned he had a big smile on his face.  Looking at him I asked, “What are you so happy about?”

“They had a big power failure at their plant, and are behind on unloading.  They can’t get to me until day after tomorrow.  So, depending on your schedule, I’m free all day tomorrow.”

“Well, I make my own schedule so I’m free all day also.,” I replied. Then looking at him I said, “I’m in the mood to make love. I think I’ll go get that room now.”

“Good idea,” he replied. “I’ll be watching.”

I got my room, went to it and carried my bags into the room.  After getting a bucket of ice, I returned to the room, leaving the door slightly ajar for Dan.  I kicked off my shoes as he stepped through the door carrying a small bag with his belongings.

As soon as the door was shut, he turned the deadbolt and secured the safety chain.  Then stepping up to me he took me in his arms and kissed me passionately.  Afterward, as I began to unbutton my shirt, he stopped me and said, “I want to undress you.  It’s a big turn on for me.”

“The jobs all yours,” I replied.  Slowly removing one piece of clothing at a time, he eventually had me totally naked. My cock was rock hard and he looked me over and said very casually, “Fucking awesome!”

As we kissed again and he sucked on my nipples, he quickly removed his clothes, revealing a muscular, semi-hairy chest and a ’USMC’ tattoo above his left nipple. 

Once he had nude, he had me lay on the bed, my legs spread wide apart.  Laying between them with his head in my crotch, he began slowly sucking my cock and licking my balls.  It didn’t take me long to climax and feed him my load.  Hungrily, he collected my load in his mouth and once he had it all, he looked into my eyes and swallowed.

After another hot kiss, I asked him if he had been having sex with men before he caught his wife in action with the three men.

“About nine months or so after she would only have sex every couple of weeks was my first experience.  I was at a small truck stop in a rural area and went to the head.  There was a glory hole in the partition between the stalls and soon another guy came in and openly began stroking his cock  I figured if she could suck cock than so could I.  I motioned for him to put his cock through the hole and he did and I sucked my first cock and ate the reward. After tasting his cum load, I knew I wanted to suck cock often.  I loved the taste and even ate my own when I jerked off.”

“What about getting fucked?” I asked.

“That was about two weeks later. I hooked up with another driver in the restroom of a truck stop and he invited me to his rig.  We got there and did some kissing and some sucking but when we started talking about fucking, we both admitted that our holes were virgin but that we were both curious.”

“So, am I to assume that you and he fucked each other?”

“Eventually, yes.  He was single and felt safer having sex with another man than with the whores that work the truck stops. We had a sixty-nine then after eating dinner went back to his rig and fucked each other.  There was also a ton of kissing and making out and fondling each other. I have found that men are much better at kissing than a woman is.”

“I agree with you there,” I told him, before kissing him passionately.

After sucking each other but not to completion, I cuddled with him and said, “Since you can’t unload until day after tomorrow, and I set my own schedule, we’ve got over twenty four hours to play.  So tonight I wondered if you would like to find another trucker to join us in some hot sex?”

“Just one?” he asked.

Smiling, I said, “If we could find four more, we could each have one in our ass and another in our mouth at the same time.”

“I’ve never done that before.  I bet that would be hot as hell,” he said.

“We could do that tonight then just have each other all day tomorrow,” I said.

“That would be awesome,” he said, then said, “May I ask a personal question?”

“Sure,” I replied.

“How many cocks have you sucked one after the other?”

“A couple of years ago, I spent a few days at a gay nudist resort and from noon until six one evening I sucked eighteen cocks. I was sucking three an hour, and eating every load.”

“Mother Fuck!” he exclaimed.  

“ I got an award for being the most ‘prolific cock sucker’.”

Dan suddenly burst out laughing hysterically, before taking me in his arms and kissing me.

We decided that since he could get into the truckers lounge without any questions, he would be the one to find us others for sex that night.

　

Dan had been gone for about half an hour when there was a knock on the room door.  I stepped up top the door and asked, “Who is it?”

From the other side of the door came a voice saying “Dan sent us.”

Standing behind the door as I opened it, I said, “Come on in and get comfortable.”

They entered and upon seeing me totally naked, one said, “Damn, you are ready for some action.”

I introduced myself and one said his name was Steve Clark  and the other said he was Brad Clark. Looking at them questioningly, Steve said, “He’s my younger brother.  We’re team drivers.”

We didn’t shake hands.  We kissed, and as they undressed, I asked when and how they started with men.

Steve spoke up and said, “It was on a dare at first.  I was almost seventeen and Brad was fifteen.  We were clowning around one night when our parents were gone and started grabbing at each others cocks.  We both got boners and I dared him to blow me.  He said he would if I did him at the same time.  We figured it would be just a one time thing so we went to my bedroom, got naked and started sucking each other. We soon both climaxed and fed each other and swallowed.”

Brad spoke up and said, “We enjoyed it ad just kept doing it.  We tried sex with women but found men were more satisfying.”

I admitted that I felt the same way.  Then moments later there was another knock on the door and he also said, “Dan sent me.”

I opened the door and found an nice looking man who appeared to be in his early forties standing before me.  I let him and introductions were made and he said he was Carl Thomas.  Then roughly five minutes later Dan returned with a fourth trucker named Buzz Taylor, a hot trucker in his mid twenties.  

Moments later all six  of us were totally nude and kissing fondling whomever was near by.  After  moment, I said, “Guys, I don’t know about anyone else but I’m ready to have both my holes filled with a hard cock.”

“So am I,” replied Dan. 

I took Brad and Buzz by the hand and led them to one bed while Dan took Steve and Carl to the other bed.  Within seconds Dan and I were eagerly sucking the cocks of our two partners and moments later had one in our ass and the other in our mouth. 

All four men climaxed within a couple of minutes of each other and after they had, the watched as  dad and I took turns rimming each other and eating the loads that had been deposited in each others ass.

The four men dressed and left and Dad and I returned to one of the beds and had an awesome sixty-nine. After devouring each others loads, I commented that I needed to piss and he smiled and asked if he could have it.  I said he could but only if I could have his also.

We returned to out sixty-nine position and with the others cock in our mouth, we both began pissing as the receiver began swallowing.

Later in the evening we returned to the truck stop and had dinner and afterward began checking out the other drivers there, deciding who would play and who wouldn’t.  We returned to my room where just the two of us made love for the rest of the night sucking and fucking.

Around nine the next morning I awoke to find  Dan lovingly and gently sucking my rock hard cock, and when I tried to stop him so I could go pee, he insisted I feed it to him.  Once he had me drained, he loving sucked me to a awesome erotic climax, then kissed me and shared the load with me. 

Moments later I was his urinal then sucked him to his monstrous climax, sharing it with him.

After some cuddling and fondling, we dressed minimally and went to the truck stop for a regular breakfast.  As we finished our meal, I noticed a hot driver enter from the store area and go to a table against the wall.  I judged him to be in his mid thirties and Dan agreed that he was hot as hell.  

As we looked him over and commented on how hot he was, suddenly a young man about fifteen or sixteen, with an obvious erection in his pants walked up and sat down with him.  We were close enough to hear him call the man dad and then he lowered his voice and whispered something to the man.

Dan smiled and said, “I wonder if the kid if freaking out because he read the note I wrote in one of the stalls last night when we were looking.”

“What did the note say?” I asked.

“Well, it said, ‘Stand near Pac-Man game and rub crotch for hot fun.’”

We watched as the man smiled and glanced toward the game room and said something to the boy.

After another cup of coffee, we killed time and waited and soon the man and boy finished their meal.  the boy began looking around the store as the man went to the game room and stood near the Pac Man game and every few minutes would rub his crotch.

I went toward the room and Dan casually walked over to the game room and up to the man. From a distance,  I watched as first Dan stepped out of the door followed moments later by the man.  After a few moments of conversation, Dan nodded toward the motel and headed toward me as the man returned inside.

I entered the room and waited anxiously for Dan to arrived.  As soon as he walked in I simple said, “Well?”

  

Dan closed the door and said, “To make things short, the kid is fifteen and according to his dad they do it all, and are looking to play for  while.”

“Did you invite them to join us?” I asked.

“Yes, I did, but when they arrived, we’re going to wait for them to make the first move. I want to be certain before I do anything.”

“I’ll follow your lead,” I replied.  A moment later there was a knock on the door. 

Dan went to the door and let them in and the dad said, “I’m Scott and this is my son, Mike.”  We gave just our first names and a moment later, Mike stepped over to us and casually began rubbing my crotch with his left hand and Dan with his right.  After a moment he unzipped both our pants and extracted our cocks, as his dad watched, the bulge in his pants growing ever bigger.

“Why don’t we all get comfortable,” Dan said.

Slowly, we began to disrobe, starting with our shirts.  Scott and Mike, however, quickly disrobed and soon were both totally nude and their cocks rock hard.

Seconds later Dan and I were both totally nude and Mike stepped closer and began alternating between our cocks, sucking each one for a few moments. Scott stepped closer and began tongue kissing us before bending over and sucking our nipples.

I soon spoke up and suggested that we all get in bed.  Mike led Dan to one bed and Scott and I took the other bed. As we began making out, I asked Scott when he started Mike with men.

“I didn’t start him,” Scott said.  “He started me.”

“No Shit!” I exclaimed. “Fill me in.”

“It was almost two years ago when we lost his mother.  She was unable to have sex the normal way due to the pain, so she began giving me blowjobs instead saying it was her way of making love to me.  Without us knowing it, Mike secretly watched. Little did I know that Mike started doing the same thing with his buds.”

“So just how did Mike start you?” I asked.

“It was after she had passed. One morning I woke up to find him sucking my cock.  When I questioned him he said he did it with his buds and knew his mom did it to me to show her love for me and that is what he was doing. He said he wanted to make me shoot. It was feeling awesome so I let him finish.  He took my load and swallowed and said he wanted to do it every day. I was shocked and felt I needed to show him how much I appreciated his thought so I sucked him off in return. It just became a daily thing.”

“When did you and he start with other guys?” I asked.

“Well, Mike and I became a daily thing, I became curious about being with another grown male.  I stopped by an adult video store one day and ended up sucking several guys.  That weekend, Mike was supposed to go camping with a bud of his and his family.  After they had left, I went to the video store and met a guy and took him home.”

“Am I to assume that Mike didn’t go camping?” I asked.

“You’re right.  The trip got cancelled just after they left.  They returned and Mike walked in to find the other man and I in bed together both naked and in a sixty-nine. He said he wanted to join in and the other man was all for it so I agreed.  That night, Mike fucked his first ass, mine, and watched his dad get fucked by another man.”

“Who’s idea was it for you and he to get with other men  together?”

“His.  He said he loved watching me enjoy being with others and joining in.”

Before the evening was over, Dan and I had watched Scott and Mike suck and fuck each other as well  as Dad and I. We both found it hot as hell to watch a father and son suck and fuck each other.

After they left, Dan and I decided to shower together and once in the shower, he turned the water off and got on his knees and said, “Piss on me.”

“You like that?” I asked.

“Hell, yea! I love golden showers,” he said.  Then, to my surprise he leaned forward and took my pissing cock into his mouth and began drinking the golden fluid.  After I had finished, he looked up at me and said, “Ah, the golden nectar of the gods.”

Afterward, I had him piss on me and I loved it. Dan had introduced me to something new and I was happy about it.  We later made love and fucked each other before going to sleep.  The next morning, we had a hot sixty-nine before parting.

However, I made sure I had a way to contact Dan for future play times.

I finished my visits to the other branches and headed home, hooking up each night on the way back. I found that truckers were usually the most willing to at least get their cock sucked being that they are away from home a lot, and it amazed me at the number of married drivers that played were also married.

I returned to the office and began my control over the company. I immediately got a list of employees working at each branch, and began paper work to transfer Josh Baker to the home office. I had plans to groom him to be a supervisor, as well as a regular sex partner.

Also, I began to organize supply chain between the branches and planned to put Dan Sims in charge, and possibly hire Steve and Brad Clark as drivers.

I contacted the three men and asked if they were interested should I get the division up and running.  All three said definitely.

However, before that would happen I had other plans to accomplish.

I found some property for sale complete with a six bedroom home, each with a private bathroom, located on a hundred of wooded acres with the house in the middle.  Adjacent to the house was a clear spring fed lake.  It was a place the six of us could share and live nude and have sex whenever we wanted.

As soon as the papers on the property were signed, I put the paper work in action to get the other men moved to the home office. Once they were there, and settled in, we lived nude  and it was common to see someone engaged in sex be it sucking cock, fucking ass or engaged in piss play, we did what we wanted when we wanted and with whom we wanted.

When more than one person was home, there was usually sex of some sort going on.  Some evenings we simply sat on the patio and had a jerk off session, seeing who could shoot first or the farthest.

We’ve been together now for almost three years and love each other like brothers, and no one else knows of our living arrangement.

I think I have finally admitted to myself that I am not a dumbass, but I have done way too many dumbassed things.  I’ve got my ass in a sling, and right now my only hope of not going to jail is in the hands of a lawyer friend of my father.

My parents haven’t quite washed their hands of me, but they’ve pretty much had their fill.  So I had to go by myself to the friend’s office as neither of my parents wanted to take another day off from work to help my sorry ass.

It was an early appointment as Mr. Carson told me that he was doing this before hours as he has a full schedule, and he told me “Don’t be late”!  I had a bit of a time finding the office, so I was five minutes late.

I finally found the building and then the entrance, and Mr. Carson was waiting and appearing to be very impatient.  “I told you not to be late Cody, there are consequences for everything, and it’s about time you learned that!”

With that, he walked to the elevator and pushed the button and we went to the 5th floor.  No one was around except for security at the entrance downstairs.  We walked past several desks and finally, the desk that I’m sure belonged to his assistant.

He led me into his office and told me to lock the door.  “I don’t want us to be disturbed,” he said flatly.

He walked to the front of his desk and leaned against it.  I took a chair close by.  “Don’t sit down Cody, you were not invited to sit down!”

“But..”

“No butts, except for yours!  Get up!”

I thought that was kind of rude, and as soon as I was standing, he just said, “Strip!”

“What?”

“I don’t stutter and you don’t have a hearing problem, I said strip, DO IT!”

“But…”

“I told you no buts!  Your father asked me to handle this matter, and I told him, that I was in charge, I’m putting my reputation on the line here, so you had better appreciate it, and you need to go into this know that you will pay me back in MANY ways!”

“But..”

“Shut the fuck up, and strip!  I’m going to tell you, something boy, you are just pretty enough that your life in prison will be miserable, unless that is unless you enjoy sucking a lot of cock and being continually gang raped!  Now unless you want that to happen, fucking strip NOW, or I”m finished and you can fend for yourself!”

Thank God I was dumbfounded and couldn’t speak, I just started undressing. “Faster goddamn it! I don’t have all fucking day!”

So here I was standing in the middle of this high powered attorney’s office.  I wasn’t embarrassed to be naked, since playing sports throughout my life I was used to being naked in front of other guys. But Mr. Carson was really giving me the once over, and that was making me kind of nervous, and I still had no idea why he wanted me naked.

Well, Cody, you do have a nice body, and what looks like it could turn into a nice sized cock, but that wouldn’t affect much for you in prison. Now, turn around and face the other direction.

By now, I knew I had better do what he said, without question!

So I stood there while he commented on my muscular broad shoulders, my wide lats, narrow waist and full muscular butt, and great thighs from soccer, baseball, biking, and running.  It felt kind of good to know that my body pleased him.

“So Cody, you were late!  How late were you?”

“Uhm, yeah, sorry about that, I had a difficult time finding the building”. I saw him raise an eyebrow and remembered his question.  “Oh, only about 5-10 minutes.”

“Oh, only, huh, so what was it 5 or 10?”

“Well, 10 I guess.”

“I want you to know the amount of time reflects in the amount of punishment you will receive today!  I also bill at $750 per hour, and that equates to $12.50 per minute, still want to waste my time, Cody?”

“Punishment? What punishment!”

“I told you on the phone that now all of your actions have consequences, and it’s time for you to realize how this works!  I want to be fair, so I’m going to say that it was 7 minutes, is that agreeable to you?”

“Well yeah, I guess.”

“Cody, you need to man up and make a decision, do you agree that you were at least 7 minutes late?”

“Well yeah, sure, 7 minutes it is?”

“Cody are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Uhm…just yes!”

I could see by the look on Mr. Carson’s face that he was getting furious with me, and it finally struck me, and I said, “Yes Sir!”

“Okay, good boy!”

“Wow, you make things difficult!”

“Cody, I was trying to help you this is important, you are going to have to learn to be responsible for your actions, young man!”

So here I was standing totally naked at 7:30 a.m., arguing with a strange man about my future.

“Here’s how this works Cody, so you agreed that you were 7 minutes late, and that’s your final answer?”

“Yes…Uhm Yes Sir!”

“Okay, your punishment for being late is a spanking, did your father ever spank you?”

“No…I Uhm, mean No Sir!”

“Well, that probably explains a lot of your previous behavior, that will end right now!”

“Uhm, no, no, that’s not going to happen!  You are NOT going to spank me!”

“That’s fine by me, it will be a lot less trouble, you can put your clothes back and leave immediately!  I will send the papers back to the Prosecuting Attorney with your guilty plea, he will notify you when your sentence hearing will take place.  Now get dressed and get out!”

“No, now, well wait a minute, I can’t do that, I’ll end up in prison!”

“Yes, I am almost certain that you will, but at least you’ll be taking responsibility for your own actions.  Good day, Cody, and good luck!”

“Please Mr. Carson, please, I was wrong I don’t want to go to prison, I can’t go to prison, I think I know what will happen to me in prison!”

Mr. Carson very quietly, in a whisper said, “Constant gang rape.”

“I’m sorry Cody, I told your father, that I could help you, but it would require your full participation, and that’s not what I have here, so I’m not going to waste my time on you, get dressed and get out!”

“Will it help if I say that I’m sorry, can I somehow apologize, I know I’m a screw-up, but I really, really don’t want to go to prison! Sir, I will do whatever you tell me, I will follow your orders, anything you want sir, anything!”

“So Cody, you agree that your punishment will be based on being 7 minutes late, and you will accept the spanking for that?  No arguing, no bargaining, you will for probably one of the first times in your life, that you admit your guilt and ask me to provide the punishment that I think is necessary for you being late?”

Yes Sir, I will, I definitely will!

Then, Cody, I want you to go to that cabinet in the corner, and open the upper doors.  I walked over, naked of course, and opened the doors. There were paddles and straps and sticks, and switches, and I felt the blood draining from my face, head, and brain, I was terrified!  

Cody, pick out the item that you would least like for me to spank with, and we will eliminate that from any further punishment, as long as this behavior is not repeated.

There was a horrible looking narrow leather paddle that had metal studs on it, that looked somewhat like a meat tenderizer, I immediately picked that one up.

“Bring it to me, Cody!”

I was terribly afraid that this was some kind of a trick, but what could I do, I took it to him and tried to hand it to him, but he refused to take it.  I looked at him questioningly, and he smiled, kind of an evil smile, and said, “Bend over and give yourself one swat with that so you know what it feels like, it can be gentle.”

“But, you said you wouldn’t use it on me!”

“I won’t, but you will, just one swat so you know what you will be in for if this behavior is repeated!”

I did as he said, and even though it was fairly gentle it still hurt like holy fuck!

“Cody, you will probably be happy to know that I feel the most effective spanking doesn’t include any of those items, I feel that a boys first spanking should be naked hand on naked flesh, there is more of a connection there, and it is probably more humiliating.  You see Cody, for most boys like you, it’s not the pain, it’s the humiliation of being naked over a superior man’s knee, and having your naked ass spanked.  You need to be certain to keep track of  your punishment.”

I know the look on my face told Mr. Carson a lot, and I said, “Yes Sir!”

“Good Cody, bring that armless chair over here to the middle of the room.” He undid his tie, unbutton his cuffs, and rolled up his sleeves.  He almost ceremonially placed himself on the chair and then motioned for me to lay across his lap.

It took several adjustments to get me positioned as he wanted, and yes it was totally embarrassing!  Mr. Carson then gently laid his hand on my butt cheek, and it was the first time I realized the size of his hands, there are fucking huge!

He quietly commented, that mine was the type of butt he really preferred for spanking.  He like my large, firm muscular cheeks, with just a sprinkling of fuzz, and some hairiness peaking out of the crack. That kind of made me shiver a bit that he was attracted to my ass.  I didn’t have much time to think about that as he said, “Okay Cody, so we are dealing with 7 minutes late, and it’s 10 swats per minute, so how many swats will you be receiving?”

“What, wait, I thought it would be 7 swats, you didn’t say anything about 10 swats per minute, that’s 70 swats, that’s a lot!”

For the first time since I’d met him Mr. Carson laughed!  “Seven swats? Really, Cody, that isn’t even a good warm-up, and for spanking punishment, 70 is actually a low number, so let’s get on with this!”

“So Cody, now for your formal apology and your acceptance of the 70 swats for your punishment!”

I started to resist, but the whispered words of “Constant Gang Rape” traveled quickly through my mind, and almost as if on it’s own, my mouth started apologizing.

“Mr. Carson, I am so sorry for being late.  It was my fault since I’d never been here before I should have planned more time to find your office and not cause you to wait for me.”

He was slowly running his hand over my upturned butt cheeks, and it was almost causing goosebumps.  What really scared me is that I thought I could feel an enlargement and stiffening of his crotch, fuck!

“That was a nice apology Cody, now give me your request for punishment, and go ahead and raise your head and look at the camera that’s on my desk, we’ll have a nice recording of this!”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I couldn’t refuse, so I raised my head and as tears started to brim my eyes, I said, “Thank you for taking the time to punish me for being late and I will gladly accept…I almost couldn’t say it…70 swats!”

“Good boy, Cody, good boy!”

As soon as the words left his lips, his hand came crashing down onto my unsuspecting left butt cheek, and in a split second searing, hot pain spread across my ass cheek and slammed my brain, and before I could process that, the second swat came raining down on my right cheek.  I almost screamed but was able to hold it back.  Holy fuck, I wasn’t sure I could endure this!

After the first two very deliberate swats, he started doing them in rapid succession.  I hated it, but was happy it was going fast so this would be over sooner, my ass was already on fire!  Then he stopped for about 15 seconds, and then started again, very slowly and very deliberately hard slaps to one cheek and then the other.  This was torturous and was actually again bringing tears to my eyes.  I had to keep my face toward the camera!

Then, suddenly he stopped!  I thought, wow, that went a lot faster than I thought, I can’t believe it’s over!  Thank God!  Then he asked, “How many swats was that Cody?”

“Uhm…what?”

“How many swats was that?”

“Uhm, I don’t know, I didn’t know I was supposed to keep track!”

“Cody, I told you that you had to keep track of your punishment, didn’t I?”

“Well, yes, but…I didn’t know…”

“Shut up Cody, you are really pissing me off!  Now we start over again!”

“No, wait, let me think, I…”

“Shut up Cody, here comes number 1!”

With that, his huge hand slammed down on my already tender butt cheeks and I thought I was going to die!  He alternated back and forth quickly like he didn’t want me to be able to count the swats, my ass was on FIRE!

Then he stopped!  Suddenly I thought, ‘Oh fuck, how many was that?’

“So Cody, I’m sure you counted this time, how many was it!”

I had been counting, but it hurt so bad and some of them came so fast I wasn’t sure.  I knew it was about 30, but I wasn’t sure, I knew it was more than 20, and I don’t think it was 40, so I blurted out 30! This time his hand came down harder than ever on both cheeks.  I did holler out at that time!

“Cody, you will eventually learn that I mean everything I say!  No, it wasn’t 30, it was 29!  There are consequences for everything Cody, including this!  So now, we not only go back and start at one again…the amount of your swats is doubled!  We’ll never finish at this rate!”

I was almost screaming, “Wait, Mr. Carson, please wait!  That wasn’t a part of the deal, you never said anything about doubling the swats!”

“Cody, get up!”

I was glad to.

“Go back to the cabinet where the paddles and such are!”

I really didn’t want to do that as I thought he’d make me pick something to be spanked with, but I did it anyway.

“Now ‘boy’ look at the cabinet and what are the first words that you see?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“If your number is wrong, your total is doubled!”  I almost cried as I read them

“Now get your ass back over here across my knee!”

As I walked over I noticed two things, one was that my balls were pulled uptight, and the more embarrassing was that my cock seemed a bit chubbed.  Don’t think the second thing went unnoticed by Mr. Carson!

Soon I was over Mr. Carson’s knee again, and the spanking continued. Fuck, it really hurt so bad now, it was really, really hard to concentrate, but I made sure that I did, I was very diligent!

Suddenly he stopped!  Then he asked me the number, even though I knew I was correct, I was terrified because I knew that if I was wrong again, the 70 that was raised to 140 would immediately be raised to 280 and I just couldn’t imagine taking that many swats.

I confidently told Mr. Carson, “37 Sir!”

This time I was thankful for him restarting the spanking!  “Good boy,” he said.  With a lot of emphasis on the word ‘boy’!

Mr. Carson continued on, and although my ass cheeks were hot and burning, his constant steady pace, kind of lulled me into a place where the pain was somewhat numbed.  I realized that I was feeling something hardening beneath me, and although I knew immediately it was his cock, I just couldn’t allow myself to think that way, and I very closely kept track, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, and so on.

I almost cried a little bit when I counted 40, as I knew I still had another one hundred swats before this would be over!  Suddenly Mr. Carson stopped again, and said, “How many ‘boy’?”

“67 Sir!”

He continued on, but now occasionally switching up speed and pressure, but he was pretty relentless on the back and forth between cheeks. He kind of whispered to me, “Boy, if the pain gets too much start taking deep breaths, it will help, but don’t lose count!”

As I was breathing and counting, and wondering what all I was going to have to do to repay this man I shook my head and made sure my full concentration was on counting.  The temperature of my butt cheeks was rising and there was almost something sexy about it, and I heard some groaning and moaning and was kind of surprised to realize it was coming from me.  Again, I noticed Mr. Carson’s cock swelling and I wondered why mine was.

Again, he asked me “How many ‘boy’?”

“94 Sir!”

“Good boy, tell me when we hit 100!”

I counted off the next 6 and when I arrived at 100 he stopped.

“We’re going to take a short break now, and then we’ll finish off the last 40.  There are a lot of things that are going to change in your life ‘boy’.  When you leave here you will go home and pack a bag.  I want you to bring every jockstrap you own, compression shorts and compression shirts, half of a dozen pairs of socks, 3 pairs of gym shorts, and several t-shirts.  Then bring hanging clothes that you will need for your court hearing, and I want you to be dressed like a million dollars.  You will return here at 4:30 p.m. This afternoon, and meet with Jason my assistant.  There are some new skills you’re going to need and he will start your training for that.  Be here promptly at 4:30 p.m., or this spanking will seem like a tea party. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Good, now, another condition is that you are not allowed to cum, unless I give you permission, don’t fuck that up, or you will truly regret it!”

“What? I can’t cum…”

“You heard me, now shut up!”

With that, his hand came crashing down on my ass harder than he had hit me so far.  He moved his leg and pushed my legs farther apart!  Two things happened, his hard-on was against my abs tighter and I felt a cool breeze go across my butt hole!

Now he spanked each cheek with a lot of pressure and then he turned his hand and spanked my crack and my butt hole!  Yikes, wow, fuck!

Now Mr. Carson was giving me 4-5 swats and then massaging my butt, and I had to admit that the massage felt good, as even though my ass felt like it was on fire, it was ultra-sensitive and he was just grazing my cheeks and sometimes my crack!  Fuck, I was now boning up!

“How many ‘boy’?”

“123 Sir!”

Mr. Carson paused and said, “I hope you realize that at the end of this spanking session you will need to thank me, and really make your gratitude evident!”

Wow, I couldn’t believe that I had to thank him for bestowing all of this pain and humiliation on me, I didn’t know what I was going to say! He was massaging my cheeks and my crack and even my butt hole and I literally felt some precum leak from my cock!  ‘Ahh fuck, talk about embarrassing!’

He again pushed my legs farther apart and now, all of the swats were on the crack and my now exposed hole!  Holy fuck, that hurt, but wait, wait, ahh fuck, ahh fuck, “AAAaaaaahhhhh, fuck, I’m cumming!”

Mr. Carson administered the last few swats and then rolled me off onto the floor.  I was so fucking embarrassed I couldn’t look at him.  He started cussing and calling me a dumbass and a stupid fuck, and said, look what you did to my dress slacks, you fucking pervert!

Before I knew it, I was on my knees, licking my cum off of Mr. Carson’s expensive dress slacks!

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The copper

 However did I get into HMP Tooting?

First, I made acquaintances with a copper, but not as part of a giant plan. After taking out time to train to fight Karl, I was getting back into my old routine. Gus had gone back to his girl-friend, and I was back out on the site in wet and windy autumn weather. As it was getting darker early, I was getting down to the gym earlier, and working out as hard as ever. There were a few new faces, including one big bear of a bloke who seemed to know what he was doing but looked a bit out of sorts. I would have put him at about forty, and he was doing a lot of cardio work. He had obviously been told to lose weight. Me, I like a man to be big and beefy, but that isn’t always good for your health. Close up, he was slightly over six feet high, very hairy, and not bad-looking with a bald head and thick beard. I thought, not bad, I wouldn’t kick him out of bed, but didn’t give out or get back any vibes that he might be gay. He looked actually very straight, but you can’t tell. Anyway, after my session the big bear joined me in the sauna. I started chatting. Sitting on a towel on wooden slats with everything hanging out in uncomfortable heat is conducive to talking.

Anyway, it turns out he’s a copper, a sergeant in the Met. Me, having no criminal record, although by rights I should have a long sheet of convictions for actual bodily harm, grievous bodily harm and assault, only because I fight other thugs after football matches, I am impressed. I like a bear in uniform, and from the sauna I can see he’s got a serviceable truncheon. It also turns out he’s single, as his wife ran off recently with the kids, and he felt it was time to get in shape and turn his life around. I told him how often I trained and when, and said I worked on a building site. I didn’t expect to see him again, as it’s amazing how many men are as keen as mustard for a week and then give up.

Second, I got the copper into bed. His name is Jim. I had picked up that, by an amazing coincidence, his gym times were similar to mine, and he often overlapped with me in the sauna. Either he would be in there stark naked (he had worn swimming trunks the first time, which he took off during the session) or come in when I was in. Once is chance. Twice is coincidence. Third time it’s deliberate. To test this, I told him I was working out later the next time I was there, and to no surprise, Jim arrived there after me. I timed my work-out perfectly so that I finished at exactly the same time, and we both found ourselves in the showers together. What a coincidence! Not. We were chatting and laughing about something when I just started rubbing soap into his hairy back. It’s a trick I’ve used before.  I looked down at his furry crack and yearned to get my tongue down there, parting his big meaty buttocks and working his little rosebud hole. I was expecting him to say something, but he just let me carry on until I had soaped his whole back. I strayed down to his hairy white buttocks, and still there was no protest, so I ran a soapy hand along his crack and the other went round to his erecting cock. I suddenly took it away.

“Sorry,” I said, though not meaning it, “I couldn’t resist.”

PC Plod laughed: “I liked it. But maybe not here.”

He was a bit reluctant at first for me to go round his place, but I have a perfect flat for this so he came round mind after his shift ended, in uniform, complete with handcuffs and a truncheon. I put that thought to one side, and let Jim in. He looked like a fantasy come true, if very nervous.

“The neighbours will think I’m helping you with your enquiries if you don’t arrest me for something,” I joked.

We embraced and kissed. Jim knew how to kiss, as any man who has been married to a woman does, but he was hesitant kissing a man for the first time, at least for a few moments. He wasn’t one of those married men who will do anything except kiss, as that’s for the missus only. He then kissed me fully, tongue pushing inside. My cock started to harden in my boxers. I was only wearing a singlet vest and boxer shorts, whereas Jim was in full uniform and very lumpy. His big hands were moving towards my nipples.

Something else with a married man: they know how to do tit work. I’d tried a woman’s tits out when I was younger, and soon learned that size was good to look at but it was often girls with flattish chests and sensitive nipples who responded best. Married men also took to sucking cock quite well, as they know what they want on the receiving end, but arses are usually a complete mystery. Jim had my vest off and was knurling my nips like a pro. I put a hand on his cock hidden behind his uniform trousers, and it was getting bigger.

“Bedroom. Now,” I ordered.

“Yes sir,” he smiled back.

I actually wanted to get his cock out and suck him there, but I had soon realised that trying to get his flies open with several kilograms and hundreds of pounds’ worth of Metropolitan Police equipment waving about my head wasn’t an option. (“So, Darren, how did you come to be tasered?” “Well, I was trying to get the arresting officer’s cock out of his pants to nosh it when the bloody thing accidentally went off.”). I dropped my boxer shorts and jumped naked on the bed, gently stroking myself whilst Sergeant Jim undressed.

Stab-proof vest, belt holding all his equipment, black Doc Marten shoes, socks, trousers, jumper, shirt, vest and anything else ended up in a heap on the floor. He was now standing there naked, a big, hairy, beefy, virgin cop with an erection. He joined me on the bed, and we kissed again, lying on our sides. It was now time to take control. I made him lie on his back and straddled him, feeling his cock brush against the cheeks of my arse, but no way was it going in there yet. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, taking his wrists in my hands and moving his arms up so that his hands were behind his head. His forearms were thick and hairy. I licked and nibbled his ears, tongued his ear holes, nibbled his neck, and moved down to enjoy his exposed hairy armpits. He had showered at the station before coming round to mine, but had not used an anti-perspirant, so his pits smelled clean but also of fresh sweat. I licked them and loved the way he was relaxing and enjoying himself. I moved down to his nipples, licking, biting, nibbling and sucking them, making him writhe with pleasure, but still I would not let him respond. I moved my tongue down his tummy, along the trail of hair, but to tease him I by-passed his throbbing cock and moved down to his feet. I looked at them first, but they were in good condition, not callused, and I began sucking the toes and gently tickling the soles. It drove him mad. Eventually he sat up and reached for me, and I was on top of him again, kissing him, but this time I laid him on his back and began sucking his cock. He wasn’t a big man, just average, and his cock was averagely thick, but it had been carefully circumcised when he was a baby, and tasted good. It rose out of a thick bush of pubes over a big slack ballbag. Hair is fine: I always say I prefer pubes shaved off, but a clean bush is nice. I moved my mouth up and down over the shaft, but worked it so well he came in a couple of minutes, squirting his warm spunk into me. I swallowed it, and turned him on his side, spooning him, my cock now knocking at the door of his arse.

“That was the best blowjob I have ever had,” he said, relaxed. I let him doze for a few minutes, but I hadn’t finished. We kissed, stroked each other, and played with each other’s nipples and cocks. He was soon erect again, but this time I turned him on his front, pulling his cock so that it was pointing towards his toes, and now I straddled him again, tonguing the entire length of his hairy spine to make him shiver, then parting his hairy arse cheeks to tongue his cherry rosebud hole. After a few minutes of my tongue he was writhing and moaning, and I knew the moment had come to break him in. I took the lube from besides the bed, fingered his hole until it was slippery and yielding, and then mounted him, pushing my cock slowly but firmly inside him. He gasped, but I sensed no pain.

I rode him till I came, exploding with pleasure, and lay on top of him, nuzzling the hair at the top of his back before I withdrew and lay besides him. He cuddled me, and I felt good.

And so, our relationship began.

Third, I asked some questions about being put on remand. There is a novel written by Jeffrey Archer in which the hero of the book commits a crime in order to get into prison. Jim was occupying the major half of my bed, and far too dozy to get why I was talking about what I was talking about, which was how to get into HMP Tooting on remand. What would I have to do and where? He told me the kind of offence I would have to do and where. Thanks, Jim, I thought, and fucked him for the last time.

Fourth, I got caught and put on remand. That was the fun part. I went out to south London and found a rough-looking bar in one of the grottier areas of Kingston. I bought several beers, although as I don’t drink, indeed I cannot drink, I craftily fed the beer to various plants around the pub and took glasses to the toilet to pout the liquid away. I took my shirt off and sat there in a singlet vest, muscles bulging and tribal tattoos on show. I started to stare at some of the blokes in there. It was fucking hard work trying to start a fight, but in the end a couple of blokes objected to me staring at them and challenged me. I started hitting out, beating three of them up until the old bill called and yours truly was arrested, read my rights, and put in a cell overnight. To my surprise and delight, I was up before the beak in the morning, refused bail and taken in a police van to HMP Tooting.

Locked up

I wasn’t too thrilled about being put on remand in HMP Tooting, but it earned me the chance to even things up with Jameel, who had had a lot of fun with me that time, but who might now pay a price for it. Despite being a hooligan keen on a fight, and being built big and hard, I had never been inside a prison before, and underneath I was slightly nervous, to begin with. I wasn’t a member of a gang and I wasn’t a nonce, which was a good start, and I hoped that being the size I am would stop any bullying, though of course, there are people that try and pick a fight with a big lad precisely because they are big and hard. I could also read and write and didn’t take drugs, which separated me from the saddest lot of illiterates and the mentally ill. At some point I would be off remand and sentenced, probably back there, so I needed to follow the code, whatever that was.

I was taken to the prison’s reception area. I have never taken drugs and I have an intolerance of alcohol, so I didn’t need help there, and my clothing was sorted out. I was on remand, not convicted, so I was wearing a mixture of my own stuff with prison uniform. A prison officer listed out what I had brought with me, which wasn’t much, and it was put in a safe place, after I had signed for it.

Now came the full body search. I took my kit off and folded it up as willingly as if I was about to take a shower: there wasn’t any point in being prudish, as I was about to become just a number, and in any case the prison officer, the screw, was a hot number, with a shaved head and big muscular arms, tattooed in a tribal-style, hanging out of his pristine short-sleeved white shirt, though sadly there was a big gold wedding ring on the fourth finger of his left hand.  I didn’t have any medical problems which made it difficult to have a full body search, apart from the fact that I was likely to get an erection if this bloke touched me up, so he checked me out. Bending over and having this screw stick a lubricated finger in a blue disposable glove up my arse to check if I had secreted in a mobile phone or drugs or something was about as good as it was going to get, especially when he hit my prostate. A pity. He could have fucked me then and there.

I don’t have any health problems and I wasn’t on any meds and I don’t have any substance problems. I fight with other hooligans to get my fix, which is why I was there. I didn’t feel upset or worried, just a bit apprehensive. I didn’t want to ‘phone my family just yet.

I was now given a prison number, and taken to my cell, which I was going to be sharing with a person who wasn’t there at that time, so I took the option of taking a shower. I did wonder whether I might have to fight off a gang of rapists if I dropped the soap, but firstly the couple of men in the showers looked about as dangerous as kittens and secondly the only reason I’d fight them off is that I didn’t want anybody thinking I was in any way effeminate. I could cope with a gang-rape, just not the aftermath. I dressed. I now met other staff, and had an interview with a personal officer. My fingerprints were taken, along with my photograph, and I was told more about prison life and what to do. They went on for a bit. I just wanted some food and some sleep.

It suits the government if people think that prison is an Escape from New York- style island of savages who are going to rip you to shreds as soon as you walk through the door, or you’re going to be meeting somebody like Charles Bronson. You do see violence. Most violence happens in relation either to gang stuff or against sex offenders. If somebody’s a rapist or a child abuser, they’ll get a kettle poured over their head. If you put sugar in a kettle, when you pour it over someone’s head it increases the boiling point and melts the skin off their face. Otherwise, it was like a quiet night in town.

Cell mate

They put me in with an enforcer for a gang, Danny, who like everybody else there, was innocent of his alleged crimes, although he and I both knew that he was guilty as hell. I liked him immediately. He was also on remand, but, unlike me, he was going to have the benefit of some top-class barristers working on his case, as the gang wanted him back out working for them. The fact that he had such lawyers implied guilt to me, but then I was going to have to make do with a legal aid lawyer and rather a lot of video evidence of me beating up two blokes.

Of that, though, more later. I was here for Jameel.

Jameel

I spotted Jameel eating with some other cons quite soon after I arrived there, sitting eating with a nasty-looking group of cons who were being watched over carefully by the screws. He looked my way once, but he didn’t look again. There wasn’t any sign of recognition. I guess if you see me stark naked, hooded and bound with a cock in my arse and mouth you might not recognise me in prison uniform eating prison shit from a tray. He seemed to have a few mates, black guys who looked like they were in for minor offences rather than the Mr. Bigs of the drugs world, and I carefully watched his routine.

The one part of his routine you could rely on was his visits to the gym. I was also keen to use the gym, and as one of the biggest blokes in the prison I wasn’t challenged. Indeed, it was nice to get into a routine of squats, deadlifts, bench presses, pull-ups, extensions, curls, presses and all of the other exercises I did, especially in such a rough atmosphere. The testosterone in the air surely made me more competitive, and whilst in a commercial gym I had to wear a top, here I could work out topless. You soon worked out who was gay or gay for the stay by the way they looked at you, and that included Jameel, not that I was going to try anything on with him in a sweaty prison gym.

I worked hard on getting his confidence by training with him, a little at a time. I knew Jameel had a good, strong, muscled body, but like a lot of black guys, his legs, particularly the calf muscles, didn’t develop like a white guy like me. I made him work on his legs till he was in agony, but as they grew bigger, he accepted I knew what I was talking about.

I had a difficult moment when he noticed the West Ham tattoo on my back.

“I’m Millwall,” he said, quietly, pointing at his forearm.

“In here, mate, you can support the Big Girls’ Blouses playing in shocking pink for all I care,” I replied. “If we were on the terraces I might try and kick your head in.”

Jameel laughed: “Nar…I’d get you first!”

Another little step was made. We trained more. Then came the day when “I had something for him…”

It was a trap of course. I explained to my cellmate that I had a bit of business with one of the cons, which went back to something in the past. He said he’d take a walk. I also had a word with the warden. Jameel followed me to my cell and didn’t seethe punch coming which knocked him out cold.

The last one is fucked

My cellmate was taking a walk somewhere because I had told him too, and the warden was turning a blind eye, partly bribed and partly threatened. The cell door was locked, and Jameel and I were on the inside, on our own. I tied his wrists to the metal posts at the end of the bunk bed, covered his mouth in duct tape, pulled off his trainers and sock, his trousers and underpants, and cut off his T-shirt before tying his ankles to the metal posts at the bottom of the bed. I now brought him round. It was very sexy to see him struggle, to see his eyes grow big with fear, but there was nothing he could do except grunt. I ran a hand over his back and his arse cheeks, and put it underneath to straighten out his cock. I felt both his nipples, twisted them hard and pulled, and felt him writhe.

“Remember me?” I said. “West Ham lad you four fuckers got in a van and then gang-raped?”

More writhing and grimacing, but I could smell fresh sweat. You aren’t allowed belts in prison, and there was no way I could get hold of a cane, so I resorted to smacking his arse with my hand about as hard as I could, until he was tying himself up in agony. Beneath the chocolatey skin of his arse cheeks I could see reddening. I felt underneath, felt that his cock was as stiff as a wooden broomstick, and squeezed his balls hard until he let out a muffled yelp. I burrowed a hand between his arse cheeks and reached again for his cock and balls, pulling his cock so that it pointed towards his bare feet, and began to work saliva into his hot hole with my thumb. I stopped and moved round to his face.

“Scream the place down and the guard’ll see me cutting your bollocks off,” I said quietly as I slipped the gag. “Now lick yourself off my thumb, you cunt.”

Jameel licked my thumb obediently. When I felt it was clean, I put the gag back on. I had a small jar of petroleum jelly which I opened, and pushed a thick gobbet of it into his tight hole. I worked it in enough so that I could get my cock in him, but not enough so that it wouldn’t hurt. I climbed on to Jameel, spread his arse cheeks and pushed my cock in. It was going to hurt, but that was the intention. I felt him stiffen with pain as I broke into his hole, that deep pain which takes a while to go away, and he was crying into his gag. I did keep still with my throbbing helmet in his arse, and as I sensed the pain subside, I pushed myself in all the way. I owned him now. I began to pump slowly, feeling his arse yield and open up to me. Jameel was impaled on my cock. I pushed my hands under his chest and held him to me as I pumped harder and harder. His hole had stopped fighting me, and felt nice and slippery. The cunt was loving it. I took my time, stopping and starting, adjusting position, but all the time trying to thrust my cock through him. In a few minutes it was too much. I began to pump harder and harder, feeling the spunk building up in the base of my cock, the moment of pleasure-pain when I orgasmed, and the joy of shooting two bollock-fulls of hot spunk deep into Jameel’s guts. The cunt had been making noises. I reached down and felt his cock. The end was wet and sticky, as the cunt must have come too when I was fucking him. I withdrew. I clambered off the bed and stood in front of Jameel, and pulled away the gag. I pushed my cock into his warm wet mouth and told him to clean himself off my cock. He obeyed, licking it so beautifully that I started to get hard again.

This time I face-fucked him as hard as I could, making him gag a few times before I shot a second load of spunk, this time down his throat.

I pulled on my prison sweatshirt, jeans, socks and trainers.

“That’s all four of you,” I said quietly. “You four fuckers kidnapped me and I have now fucked every one of you. You are all my bitches if I ever want any of you. Now, I’m going to let you go. That was a nice fuck, but you keep out of my way. You don’t want it getting out that you’re my bitch, do you?”

With that, I let Jameel out of his ropes, watched him dress and go.

The enforcer

Danny, my cellmate, went for trial and I didn’t see him again. He was as guilty as fuck, but it isn’t enough just to be guilty. The prosecution has to put its case, which the defence can challenge, and then it’s up to a jury of twelve good men and true such as you might find on a Clapham Omnibus to find you guilty or not. Danny’s brief was a top-notch barrister, a Nigerian woman, and to make sure he got out, a key witness had a change of heart just before the trial. It happens.

A week later, I had a visit from a man in a smart three-piece suit, expensive shoes and a camel hair coat, who had eyes that were dead. He had a proposition. He needed an enforcer to collect debts. I could do time and go back to my job on the building site, or I could join his crew, get a top brief, find that the witnesses suddenly could not remember things so clearly, put on a suit and collect debts however I wanted. I could ask nicely, beat them to death or fuck them to death. It didn’t matter. I said I would think about it. Could I have a week?

Sure, I could have a week.

In the end, I said yes. The case against me collapsed, and I was out, but what happened next is another story.

Tom Larson was on the early Sunday morning plane to Raleigh-Durham. The 32 year old worked for a tech company and had a meeting on Monday he couldn’t miss. And given the wave of storms rolling across the eastern part of the country, combined with the holiday travel after the Thanksgiving holiday, that meant switching to an earlier flight. He didn’t relish cutting short his weekend or getting up early, but by now he was used to the compromises and demands of travel. A recent promotion and raise helped salve the sting.

He was seated in an early boarding group, relaxing into the aisle business class seat. Dressed in a button-down plaid shirt, jeans, and dark brown leather boots, he was mentally preparing for the winter weather mess. He checked email on his phone, and looked up the weather forecast. Light snow predicted in the afternoon, maybe mix to freezing rain. North Carolina being North Carolina, either would mean the whole place would be crippled for a day, at least. Thankfully his meeting was a quick drive from his Research Triangle hotel. Tom just hoped the meeting wouldn’t be canceled.

Idly, Tom scrolled through his phone. Opened a folder of apps hidden in a back screen. He paused his finger over the Grindr button but decided not to open it right there and then.

Just two days ago, while his wife went Black Friday shopping, he’d hooked up with another discreet married dude. Tom wasn’t proud of his actions, but he felt compelled. He’d been married since he and Kay were 25, and that seven year itch was kicking in in a major way. Making him wonder about the man-on-man side of his sexuality that he hadn’t indulged since college. The 6’1″ built suburban man particularly loved anal. Getting fucked was such a turn on for him, so different than hetero sex. Fucking Kay was loving, tender. Feeling another man’s cock inside him made Tom feel primal, and his orgasm felt deeper than anything else.

His first post-marriage hookup had been a spontaneous one during a business trip, but since then he’d arranged something, maybe once a month, give or take.

Larson’s hole was still sore, felt a little battered even, but in a good way. His fucker has been an older guy, about fifteen pounds overweight and not conventionally handsome, but the man had a nice thick tool on him and knew how to use it. It was fun as hell for Tom to have a nice hard no-strings fuck, and get his wandering eye out of his system.

Only maybe it wasn’t out of his system. As he sat in his business class seat he couldn’t help but think the hair of the dog was just what he needed. Particularly as a college dude strutted into the plane. A smidge taller than Tom, about 6-foot-2, with a nice compact bod, not a real athlete’s body, but what looked the result of a regular gym routine and intramural sports or pickup games. The young man was wearing Duke sweatpants and a plain gray hoodie with bulky headphones draped around his neck.

Tom sneaked in a glance as the collegiate stud stopped at row 4 and started to stash his duffel bag in the overhead and remove his hoodie, revealing a white T-shirt that showed off his body well. The kid looked like one of those cornfed Minnesota boys, all right, broad shouldered, dirty blond, blue eyed, ruddy cheeks, dimples. Cute as fuck.

He gave Tom a hello and acknowledgement as he scooted past to the window seat.

The kid was talkative, for sure. “First time flying business,” he said to Tom. “They bumped me up.” From anyone else the chattiness would be annoying as fuck, but Tom encouraged him, responding, making small talk. Turns out he was a junior at Duke but was back in the Twin Cities visiting home for Thanksgiving. Econ major, planning to go into finance like his older brother….

“Say, I didn’t get your name.” Cute Duke Guy definitely had a Minnesota accent.

“Tom,” the older man offered.

“Mike,” the kid shook Tom’s hand. “You got business in Raleigh-Durham?”

Tom nodded. “Yeah, and the fuckers had to schedule it the Monday after Thanksgiving.”

His cursing streak didn’t always go over well with Minnesota Nice, but it got a laugh out of cute Mike. “Yeah, if I didn’t have to fly today, I wouldn’t. But I have to say the front of the plane is a lot comfier.” He settled into the seat, his lean muscular body looking relaxed.

Tom thought maybe Mike would rest for a nap on the flight. The businessman often did work on these flights but not on a Sunday morning. He had a Kindle with a spy novel he was in the middle of. Only Mike continued chatting, some asking Tom about what he did, and they discussed Tom’s Crossfit routine. Mike was visibly impressed with the 32-year-old’s body, which would give some men’s magazine models some competition. Flat stomach, rounded pecs, sculpted shoulders, huge arms. Tom was justifiably proud of his physique and ate up the attention.

“You got a pretty good body, too, man,” Tom said in the most non-lecherous way he could manage. Mike did look amazing, too. A young collegiate Adonis. Now that the hoodie was removed, Mike’s physique definitely showed a lot of time spent at the university gym. That and some great genetics.

Their talk turned to sports, particularly the Vikings. The chance of a wild card slot, whether Cousins was a franchise QB, Zimmer’s play calling, and on and on.

Thing was, after a while, Tom was zoning out of whatever the kid was saying. Particularly once he noticed a very firm and very large ridge in the crotch of his sweats. Mike had an obscene, man-sized hardon.

When he pulled his eyes back up, Tom saw the kid was apologetic. “Sorry, man,” he nodded sheepishly down to his crotch. “I did that No Nut November challenge.”

Tom thought for a second and then realized what Mike was talking about. No sex, no jerking off for a whole month. “You mean… fuck… you got through a whole month?” The idea was unbelievable to Larson.

Mike smiled, now proud. “Hardest month of my life,” he chuckled. “But I did it. I had assumed I’d relieve myself the minute December 1st rolled around.”

“Yeah?” Tom prodded. It was December 1st now.

“Only… well, I had to get up early for this flight, and this sounds crazy, but after waiting that long I didn’t just want a quick tug, you know?” Mike settled back into his seat looking forward, and Tom took the occasion to look at that erection once more. College Mike was definitely hung. Thick ridge of cock meat, and long, too. At least eight inches, maybe nine. The tip nudged up against the waistband of those Duke sweats.

When Mike looked back he caught Tom’s eyes on his crotch once more, but if it phased him he didn’t let on. His demeanor was 100% Midwestern and friendly. “What’s the longest you ever gone without nutting, man?” he asked in a quiet, conspiratorial voice.

Tom had to think. He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know… maybe four days? Even then I was climbing the walls.”

Mike laughed. “The first week’s the toughest actually. Almost had a close call.”

Tom couldn’t believe how unselfconscious the young man was about his boner. “You must be popping wood all the time, huh?”

Mike nodded, his expression more serious. “Pretty much. It’s led to a few embarrassing situations.” He went silent then added, with a sly expression. “I hope it doesn’t bug you, man, cause I doubt this puppy’s going down for the rest of the flight.” He reached down and quickly gripped his rod before letting go just as quickly.

Tom was definitely getting turned on. There was no hint that anything was going on between them, but then again Mike felt very at ease showing off for the man. Very open and forthright.

“Nah, it doesn’t bug me. Besides, boners are contagious,” he admitted and blushed as Mike looked down to his jeans and saw a smaller but very firm erection there.

“Cool,” he muttered. “Your wife didn’t take care of you before you left?” Maybe it Tom’s imagination, but the kid’s cheeks seemed flusher, almost red with excitement.

Tom grinned. “I don’t know what misconceptions you have about marriage, buddy, but I can assure you my wife doesn’t get up early for anything.”

Mike laughed. “Ha, I guess the grass is always greener.”

They sat quiet for a bit, and Tom worried he’d broken the spell. He wanted to start up the conversation again, but didn’t want to weird the guy out. But Mike didn’t seem concerned about talking about sex, and Tom was pretty sure he’d been caught checking out the guy’s crotch. He took a chance.

“So… you got a girlfriend in Durham to help you out when you land?” the handsome businessman asked.

Mike grinned a goofy grin and shook his head no. “Nah, no girlfriend. I thought I’d see if I had any luck with Tinder, but it’s not like ordering takeout, you know?”

“I guess not,” Tom said. He’d met Kay online but before Tinder had really taken off. He imagined dating now was a whole new world.

Mike leaned in and said, “But man I’M SO hard up right now. I wanna get laid bad.”

“I bet buddy,” Tom said, sweeping his eyes back down to that beautiful, massive erection. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but… you ever let a guy take care of you?”

Mike grinned and Tom knew immediately he had. “A couple times, yeah. There’s this dude in Kappa Sig who’ll blow me when he gets drunk.” He puffed out his chest and sighed at the memory of it. “But I’m pretty sure I’d drown him with the load I got backed up.”

Tom laughed. “Probably.”

They were quiet again, until Mike spoke up. “What about you, man? I know you’re married, but ever, uh, you know… with a dude?”

Tom nodded. It was the first time he was thinking that fuck, this might actually happen. “I have. Not proud of it, but sometimes I need that kind of release.”

“A lot less bullshit, isn’t there?” Mike said, more stating than asking.

Maybe it was the way Mike said it, but the words emboldened Tom. “I don’t know what you’re doing today but I’d love to take care of that load for you.”

Mike wasn’t shocked, it was almost as if he expected the come on. But he replied, “Yeah? You’re hotter than my Kappa Sig buddy for sure.”

Tom felt relief at the compliment. His body visibly relaxed.

“So…” Mike asked in a hushed voice. “What are we talking about? A blowjob?”

“I could definitely do that,” Tom whispered. “Only… I’d love to take that big dick in my ass.”

Mike’s blue eyes twinkled. “Never done that. Always wanted to try it though.” He looked at Tom intently. Crazy well-built masculine stud. Yeah, tangling with this dude would be a hot experience. “Fuck… I gotta fly business class more often,” he joked.

Just then the pilot announced their initial descent into Raleigh-Durham. There was a good bit of turbulence and the plane was fairly quiet.

Excitement coursed through Tom’s veins. Everything about this Mike stud brought out his sex drive. Tom was a hot man himself, and had usually hooked up with attractive, fit men. But Mike was the biggest score he’d landed to date. Maybe it was the kid’s laidback college dude demeanor. Maybe it was that cock, bigger than a guy had a right to be hung.

They didn’t talk any more about sex for the rest of the flight or as they deplaned. But Tom noticed Mike held his duffel bag in front to hide his crotch. The younger man seemed to be walking funny, even.

“You OK?” Tom asked as they made their way toward Ground Transportation.

Mike winced then nodded. “Yeah I’m fine. But the blue balls are kicking in. Bad. It’s like they know, man,” he chuckled.

“So…” Tom said, realizing they hadn’t specified their plan, “I don’t know if you wanna come to my hotel. I can give you a ride either way. Unless you have a car.”

“No car. Was gonna take the shuttle to campus. But I got nowhere to be this afternoon.”

Tom smiled. This would probably be a fuck and go situation, and he’d happily drive Mike anywhere after. But he was glad the college stud was relaxed and easygoing, not uptight about hooking up.

“You check a bag?” Tom was wheeling a small carryon behind.

“Nope, I’m good to go.” Mike replied.

Tom had never been more thankful for his gold status with the car rental agency. He went and got his key and like that the two were on their way to an upgraded sedan.

The car door wasn’t even shut when Mike said, “Man, this is wild. Wasn’t expecting this for sure.” He buckled his belt as Tom checked the mirror and put the car in reverse. His hand shook a little in excitement and he was eager to get to the hotel.

“I don’t do this often,” Tom said in his deep voice. It was true, he didn’t do this much, but he blushed to remember it had been only two days since the last time.

“It’s cool, man,” Mike said, picking up on Tom’s misgivings. “You’re cool. Only you better not change your mind now,” he teased. “My nuts are hurting like crazy now.”

“Not backing out, bud,” Tom reassured him. He took a glance over to the passenger seat. “Damn, you’re a hot stud.”

Mike smiled. With an impish expression he peeled down his sweatpants and out plopped a rigid massive erection.

Tom took a look over, alternating his gaze between the road and the cock on display. “Fuck!”

“I wanted to show this to you on the plane.”

“Jesus you’re huge!” Tom gulped.

“Second thoughts?”

“On the contrary, buddy. Only promise you’ll go easy on my ass.”

“Promise,” Mike said as he pulled the sweatpants back up over his hardon. “Seriously, I’ve always wandered what it would be like to fuck an ass.”

“It’s tighter than a pussy,” Tom said. “It takes a little more work on your part, getting in, getting me used to the size.”

“I’m up for the challenge,” the collegiate stud replied.

They pulled up to the Marriott just as the rain was starting to mix with snow. It was a quick dash from their parking space to the entrance.

It took Tom a minute to check in but soon the two men were on their way to room 138. Tom removed his down coat as Mike set down his duffle bag and peeled off his hoodie.

“So, I’ve never done a hook up like this before,” Mike announced before stepping up to Tom and reaching behind his head, drawing the older man into a soft kiss. The college dude’s tongue work thrilled Tom and made his erection come roaring back. Mike definitely knew what he was doing.

“Is this OK?” Mike asked softly. Seeking confirmation.

“Oh yeah,” Tom sighed excitedly. He hadn’t pegged Mike to be the kissing type. He himself wasn’t always, to be honest. But fuck this felt right.

Their lips connected again.

Mike’s fingers undid one button at a time on Tom’s shirt. There was no undershirt and he could immediately feel the heat and hardness of the older man’s chest and abdominal muscle against his knuckle. Jesse, his Kappa Sig buddy, was fun to play with and explore dude sex, but this Tom guy was in another league. Hardbodied, masculine stud. The shirt buttons undone, Mike roughly tugged the tails out of the man’s jeans, revealing a perfect body.

Mike stepped back and ran his hands possessively along the bared chest, lightly dusted in trimmed brown hair. “Don’t take this the wrong way, man, but I wouldn’t peg you as the kind to bend over for another dude.”

Tom had been wondering for a good solid year and a half what made him exactly that kind of man. But now that he was alone in a hotel room with a young college hunk as hot as Mike, he didn’t give a fuck. He was thankful, even. Impishly he reached forward and grabbed the crowbar hard prick in the crotch of Mike’s sweats. “Bud you got what it takes to make practically any guy bend over.”

Mike grinned but then winced, jerking his body backward and out of Tom’s grip. “Easy dude. Fuck! It’s been a month, and I don’t wanna cum just yet.”

Tom lifted up his hands, innocently. “All right, man, no touching. Promise.”

Mike kicked off his shoes and peeled off his shirt.

“Damn, you got a hell of a body on you,” Tom growled, now bending over barechested to remove his boots.

The college hunk paused for effect as he ran his fingers through the band of his sweats, then lifted them and his briefs over his boner and slid them down and off.

The cock was beautiful, Tom thought. There was no other way to put it. Long, a slight curve up, veiny, fat as fuck. Two large balls were pulled up tightly against the stalk. “How long is it going to take you to cum?” Tom asked.

“Not long,” Mike hissed. “I’ll be lucky to last thirty seconds.” He kicked off his sweats and stood, legs spread slightly, hands on his hips and massive cock jutting forward. “I’m leaking already.”

Tom nodded, horny beyond belief, taking in the sight of the sex god in front of him. “Don’t want to make you wait longer, buddy,” he said as he undid his jeans and got out of them hurriedly. He reached in his carryon and fumbled for his toiletries bag.

Mike watched, rapt and excited, as he saw the muscular, medium-hairy stud plop open a tube and squirt some liquid in his hand, then reach behind and apply it deep in his crack. The older man was clearly horny, too, he realized as he leaned back on the bed and slowly lifted his legs up.

“Remember your promise, man,” Tom reminded him, “Go easy on me. At least going in.”

“Yeah,” Mike acknowledged, stepping up to the bed. His balls gave another jolt of aching pain, but that quickly went away. As he pushed his cock down to the right position he saw his pissslit dilate and a large dewy drop of precum pulse out, falling right onto the hairy married dude’s pucker. Quickly, Mike jammed his prickhead to the spot, rubbing the natural lubrication around on the greased up ring.

“Oh fuck,” Tom hissed in a deep voice. “That feels good.”

“Yeah?” Mike grinned. He had loved this part of the gay sex with Jesse, the verbal adulation, the feedback. This Tom guy was even better at it.

“Fuck yeah. Big horse cock stud gonna treat my ass right.”

Horny now, Mike pushed in, a good solid inch of cock slipping past the slick barrier.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Tom grunted, glad now that that married dude had opened his hole up a couple of days ago. “That’s it, man. Nice and slow. Feed me that beautiful cock.”

Mike nodded and proceeded to do just that. The first few inches took time. “You’re right, man,” he hissed. “So much tighter than pussy.”

“Yeah… Your first ass to tap. You like it, buddy?”

“Hell fuckin yes, I like it…. love it,” Mike said excitedly and starting pushing in more, faster, now that he felt that hole opening up a little for him. Tom was still incredibly tight but that ass also seemed to welcome him in all the way. Balls deep. “Fuck!!!” he growled as he hit bottom. “Holy FUCK, that’s good! Hot fucking ass.”

“Fuck me, stud,” Tom encouraged, but already the college junior was pounding away. Horny, out of control, unstoppable now that his nuts knew relief was in sight.

Tom was surprised Mike lasted as long as he did. A solid minute of good hard fucking. The young man’s hips working in overdrive, his strong arms reaching down to rub Tom’s torso as he got closer. That huge dick felt like a battering ram, but Tom just braced himself and took it.

All of a sudden, horny Mike was cumming, officially ending his No Nut November nine inches inside Tom’s ass. Tom could feel the brute force of the orgasm, the heavy spray of semen against his interior ass walls, the clenching power of Mike’s body, determined to seed his conquest, and the stud’s heavy grunts.

It kept coming too. More jism discharged in him, in an ejaculation that lasted longer than Tom thought possible. He knew that this one college dude had just given the equivalent of a few men’s loads worth.

The very idea excited the man, who gripped his own hard on and tugged at it. The shock of the hard fucking had abated and it all felt amazing. Mike’s thick meat wedged deep in his hole, the slickness of the young stallion’s seed, the heat emanating off their bodies. Tom’s prick quivered and shot its load all over his chest.

“Nice,” Mike exclaimed, his hips now still and his prick now softening inside Tom. He playfully gave a light punch of his fists against Tom’s firm pectoral muscles, then stepped back to dismount the married man.

Tom was still feeling lightheaded from his orgasm and his ass still felt stretched. He grunted a little when he felt that truncheon of a cock slip out of him. He tried to clench down and stop the cum from oozing out, but it just flowed right out of the well fucked hole, a river of thick, potent semen slipping down his crack and onto the bedspread.

Mike smiled a smile of contentment as he looked down. “Thanks, dude, I needed that,” he sighed. “Mind if I rinse off?”

Tom nodded his assent, unable to form words. He lay there a minute and finally got the energy to stand up. He felt more cum ooze out of him, running down his leg. Instinctively he reached down with his hand to wipe it off his thigh. How much jizz did that stud produce, he thought, as he brought his hand up to inspect the pearly white sheen coating his fingers. Unable to resist, he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked off the nectar. Salty-sweet and floral. If he hadn’t been so fucked out at that moment, Tom would have boned from the taste.

He padded to the bathroom after Mike stepped out. Tom didn’t take a long shower but a minute under the spray helped wash off the sweat and sex fluids and helped refresh him. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped back out.

Mike had his Duke sweatpants back on but was shirtless. He definitely had a college kid’s build – lithe still, with a tapered back rather than a more rounded, bulkier one like Tom’s. Even in those sweats Tom could make out the dimpled bubble ass.

The younger man was looking out the window. “It’s snowing now.”

As Tom stepped up he saw that in fact a thin coating of white covered the parking lot. “I should get you home,” he said wistfully. Tom rarely felt like this. Usually after a fuck he was emotionally disconnected. With that older dude from Black Friday, for instance, it had been about two men getting their rocks off and going their separate ways.

It was about hot sex here, too, Tom realized, but something about Mike felt different. No small part of it was physical, the way that huge dick had challenged Tom but ultimately gave him an incredible orgasm.

Mike watched the snow and distractedly scratched his pec muscle. “You sure it’s safe to be driving out there? We’re not in Minnesota any more… these drivers don’t know how to deal with the snow.”

Tom chuckled. “I’d feel bad if I kept you here after promising to take you home.”

Mike got a sly grin. “Dude, I’m not in a rush to get back… I mean, I probably got another two or so in me. If you want.”

“Now?” Tom felt incredulous and more than a little scared at how sore his asshole would be tomorrow.

Mike’s eyes brightened. “Well, I could. But maybe we can grab some lunch first. You know, have a snow day.”

“Sounds awesome,” Tom said.

Their lips connected again, softly, almost romantically. Tom felt Mike’s hands slide underneath the towel, undoing the knot and denuding Tom’s powerbuilt body.

“Fuck, dude, you got an amazing ass,” Mike groaned, kissing the side of Tom’s neck affectionately. “Thanks for letting me tap it.”

“Your first time doing anal, right?” Tom asked, feeling flattered. “How was it?”

“Amazing,” Mike grinned. “Addictive, even.”

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The alarm went off the next morning at 7. Tom hit the snooze and stirred in his hotel bed. He then felt the warm of Mike’s lean body behind his, wrapping his arms around the older man. Soft kisses touched the back of his neck.

“Mmmm,” Mike said in a deeper morning voice. “We got time for one more man?”

No, they hadn’t fucked nonstop. Mike and Tom had spent much of the previous afternoon with an extended oral edging session. Mike seemed to be making up for lost time and even if his other loads were not as full as the first, he was definitely horny. In the evening, after dinner, Mike fucked Tom a second time and the older man had relished the slower pace, the less rushed sex between them. Every nerve in his body felt alive as Mike worked him up to an orgasm before finally dumping his third load of the day inside him.

Tom could feel the rigid oversized erection against his buns now, sticky from the pre-sap leaking from the head. “Yeah,” he grunted.

Mike reached over Tom’s nude body to the bedstand and grabbed the lube. “Roll on your stomach,” he instructed the muscular man. “I wanna fuck you in that position.”

Tom complied, a shiver in his body as he felt the college stud climb on top of his body and mount him, slowly but surely. Mike’s thrusts were firmer now, more insistent. But somehow the fuck felt easier to take. Even better somehow.

It wasn’t rushed, but Mike didn’t hold back either. And the position made the fucking seem stronger. Tom sensed Mike was getting closer. The body on top of him tensing, the strokes getting faster. His own orgasm crept on him, but the friction of the bedsheet on his dick and the sensations of Mike’s fuck triggered it, big time. Tom gripped the sheets and let out a deep cry as his body gave it up. Just five seconds later, Mike was having his own ejaculation well up inside him.

Once again, Tom felt truly fucked out as Mike crawled off and went to piss and shower off. He heard his phone buzz and saw he had a text from his client. Turns out they’d cancelled the meeting and asked if they could reschedule in a couple of weeks.

Normally Tom would be frustrated for having flown down in vain. But now he smiled and set down his phone just as Mike was stepping out, toweling his hair dry, his meaty dong swaying gently.

“That’s the way to start the morning, huh?” he beamed, in a good mood. “I could get used to that every day.”

“I’ll say,” Tom replied in a morning grog as he sat up in the bed. “So… my morning meeting got cancelled. What do you say we grab breakfast and I’ll take you back to your place?”

“Sounds great,” Mike said, finding his briefs and stepping into them. “Listen… I don’t know if this out of line, but maybe I can give you my number, in case you’re ever back in town.”

Tom smiled. He had never had a repeat with a guy, and he had never wanted one as much as now. He was glad Mike was the one to ask. “Definitely. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks in fact.”

Mike grinned, a little cockiness in his expression as Tom wrote down his number on the hotel stationery pad. “Fuck, you’re hot,” the college stud muttered before planting his lips back on Tom’s.

Tom relaxed into the kiss, happy, as Mike pushed his tongue into Tom’s receptive mouth. The man knew he would spend the next couple of weeks looking forward to his return.

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I

“boon, I’m home,” Master called from downstairs, “Get ready to show me your new skill.”

i was excited He was back and that i would be able to show Him how i had been hard at work training my throat to take cock, His cock specifically. i was still on the dining room table, still taking the two dildos modeled after Master’s cock. my back pussy gaped at this point after hours and hours of being fucked, feeling like it would never close even if it didn’t have a thick dildo stuffed in it right now. i must have permanently lost my gag reflex after having finally achieved getting Master’s dildo cock down my throat and repeating that over and over the last few hours.

“I hope my pup doesn’t embarrass me,” i heard Master say and i became nervous when i heard two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. Master had come home, presumably with the friend He’d been out to see while he left me home to train for the day, “We’ll see soon enough if he’s ready.”

Master reached the top of the stairs and i could sense Him standing in the doorway behind me, watching me train faced away from Him. i felt a hand touch my ass and a finger rub against my pussy lips stretched around the shaft of Master’s surrogate cock.

“You look so hot, and slutty, boon,” Master said, as His hand moved from my ass and ran up my back, gently stroking and admiring His pup, while His friend must be watching. His hand reached my neck and gently squeezed, and then pulled down the dirty underwear covering my head so that my vision was blocked by them, “Are you ready to make Master proud in front of His new friend?”

i woofed my response around the mouthful of dildo. i began to tremble slightly from the anticipation of what Master had planned and being eager to be a good faggot pup for Him. The last thing i would want would be to embarrass Master.

“Get on your back, head over the edge,” Master ordered and i quickly obeyed. i pulled my cunt off the dildo, humiliated by the wet plopping sound as my pussy clenched at something that was no longer there. i rolled onto my back, laying in the puddle of clit drool that had oozed from my caged nub.

“This really does suit you,” Master stated, softly tugging at the faggot necklace He had got me along with my other presents, as His crotch pressed into my face and i inhaled His addicting scent, “Now beg me to feed you my cock, and share my property with my friend.”

“Please Master, i have been hungry for You all day,” i started, rubbing my nose against the bulge in His jeans, my nose to His balls and my lips pressed to His already hard cock, “Allow me the privilege to serve You and Your friend.”

“Speaking of serving,” Master continued, as He undid the top button of His jeans, “Did Your neighbor take me up on my offer?”

“Yes Master, they both did,” i responded, feeling like a slut admitting this to Master with His friend listening, “They each took a turn fucking Your pussy and depositing a load in me. They said they would be doing that regularly.”

“Oh I know pup, he sent me the videos,” Master shared, unzipping, his cock freed and slapping my face since he wasn’t wearing underwear, “They were fun to watch at the bar as we drank our beers. Everyone watching agreed you are a well-trained whore. Speaking of beers.”

Master tapped the head of His cock against my lips and i opened to accept His cock. i wasn’t expecting the stream of piss, but began gulping it down immediately as to not spill a drop. As i imagined Master sitting with a group of men at the bar, playing the videos on His phone to let anyone watch me get fucked by two men, the humiliation sunk in even further.

“Take it all pup,” Master ordered, as He stood there using His urinal, “You must be thirsty after Your day of training and it’ll lubricate your throat for what’s about to come.”

By the time the flow stopped, my belly felt like it was full to bursting with Master’s recycled beer. Master rubbed my belly and called me a good boy, before moving His hands to my nipples and began to work those. He twisted and pulled and tugged on them, making His bitch moan as He started to fuck my face. The entire time, breathing in the smell of His ass with his dirty underwear over my face.

“Open up, boon,” Master encouraged, as He bumped the head of His dick against the back of my throat repeatedly, “Let my friend watch my dick sink into your throat for the first time. Let him watch me take my faggot’s throat cherry.”

i moaned even deeper with my desperation and nearly sobbed when i felt Master’s cock pop into my throat and begin its descent down my gullet. He didn’t stop until His crotch was pressed to my face, His cock buried in my throat to the hilt. He held it there, enjoying my throat spasming around His cock, and only withdrew it when He could feel me starting to gag.

“Good faggot,” Master praised me, patting my face gently, as He slowly pressed His cock back into its new home, “I told you my pup is the best, so desperate to please that he spent the day training his throat to be my new pussy.”

Hearing Master talk to His friend about me like that, Master knowing that His pup craved the humiliation, He was generous with His bitch to give me just what i needed and wanted. To be treated like property, degraded like His faggot, trained like His dog, used as His fuckholes, All with a friend watching, someone who i hadn’t yet seen but i imagined would have His cock in my holes soon enough, joining Master in the pleasure of His girl’s holes.

“You have to try this,” Master offered me to His friend, “I know you’ve never gotten in his throat before. I’ll be done soon enough, his face cunt feels too good to hold off much longer.”

Hearing Master referring to my mouth as a pussy and a cunt made my clit spurt up a small amount of fag slime, as He now easily pumped His big cock in and out of my throat. i controlled my gagging and focused on breathing in the scent of His ass through my nose each time He withdrew. We had gotten into a rhythm and i just lay there, mouth open wide, keeping my teeth off His thick cock, letting Him fuck my throat like the pussy He had turned it into.

Master leaned over my body, to hump His hips against my face, His cock now taking shorter faster pumps in my throat, not pulling out. i started to struggle for air, as His fucking became more frantic. And then with one last powerful thrust, He rammed His cock deep down my throat, reaching further than He had before. He was still like that for just a moment, before He roared above me and His entire body trembled. i felt His cock expand and begin to pulse as i felt the cum shooting straight down my throat. i thought for sure i was on the verge of passing out, when Master finally removed His cock and allowed me to take in a lungful of air before the coughing set in.

“That was a very good start, pup,” Master panted, “Hopefully this next cock will be easier to take considering i broke You in and pre-lubed Your new pussy”

Master moved to the side to allow His friend to take His place. i felt the cock pressed to my lips, lining up with my mouth. This Man waited a few moments to allow me to recover from my last face fuck and catch my breath. But he was apparently impatient, and wanted to test out my hole, as he tapped his cock against my face as a sign for me to open up.

“Good boy,” He said, once i parted my lips and allowed the head of his cock in. As i took in the newest cock, i was confused by the familiarity of the Man’s voice. That confusion didn’t last long, as the underwear covering my face was pulled off and i was looking up at my boyfriend’s face, “I’ve been waiting a long time to get to use your throat.”

i was shocked to see my man here, and suddenly the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. But i didn’t have time to process any of it before he pressed his cock into my mouth and penetrated my throat, not stopping until his big balls were pressed to my face. He held it there for a moment, enjoying the new sensation of my throat around his fat cock. When he pulled out, i was able to once again look up to confirm it was in fact him smiling down at me.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned, burying himself in my throat again. As he proceeded to fuck my face, i focused on being a good hole while my mind processed everything leading up to this moment.

my boyfriend knew about my Master, and was supportive of it, although we didn’t really talk about any details. i hadn’t thought they’d met since Master lived out of state and our training had been remote for years. Until this week, when my man was going away on a business trip and Master suggested He come for a visit. As i lay there naked under my man, his cock penetrating my throat repeatedly, i felt a new level of humiliation wash over me. He had never seen me like this, he knew i was a faggot but never had treated me like one and i had never really behaved like one with him, not to this extent.

Yet he had apparently come home with Master and watched me fucking myself at both ends on two dildos on the dining room table. my clit was caged, which he was used to, but i had been wearing Master’s filthy underwear as a mask and had my new faggot necklace on. And he had heard me admit i had serviced two of our neighbors, had even watched the videos with Master out at a bar. And he had stood by to let Master be the first to use my throat and watched as Master treated me like property and fed me His cum with my man standing right there the entire time. All this was racing through my mind, when my man moaned loudly and rammed his cock down my throat, shaking above me as he shot his load down my throat.

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II

It was hard to concentrate on the conversation considering my pussy was plugged and vibrating as we waited for our table at the restaurant. At Master’s request, we were seated at a secluded booth in the back. i was sat between my man and Master and was the happiest pup in the world, despite my confusion and anxiety about having them here together. i still didn’t know how it was that they seemed to already know each other, although after they’d both dumped their loads down my newly christened throat, Master did say that He’d catch me up over dinner.

So as i looked back and forth between them, my cunt set to a low buzz, they shared with me the plan that they’d developed a little while back. my man knew about Master, we even had conversations about Him. and my man knew that it was Master who i was locked regularly for and that i was not permitted to cum without His permission. But they had never met or communicated, or at least i had thought.

Although i didn’t know which account was his, my man told me that he followed me on a social media account that i had created specifically to express my faggot desires through posts and to communicate with Master. this allowed him to learn more about my faggot side, even though he wasn’t interested in treating me that way. It was through this account that my man came across Master’s profile and decided to reach out to Him.

That was more than a year ago, they both estimated, they’d kept in touch since. They talked about me, how each met me, how each used me. Master shared more about my training and how He owned me. They developed a relationship of their own and at some point decided they should meet. Which led to them planning this weekend.

Considering my man had been gone all week on a business trip, Master had decided to get me ready for my weekend of service by having me perform for Him the week leading up to it. That would not only push me deep into my submissive headspace by the time Master arrived, it would also reinforce that i was His whore. The timing of my man’s trip meant that Master had me to Himself last night, before my man returned today. They had met up earlier in the day, Master having left me to train my holes, while unbeknownst to me, they spent the day together meeting in person for the first time.

In the middle of them sharing all this, Master ordered me to take off the booty shorts he’d picked out for me. When Master gave the command, i looked nervously over at my man who just nodded his head at me as if to indicate that i had his permission as well. So i pushed the shorts down and handed them to Master, who took them and stuffed them in a backpack. You could distinctly see the cage on my clit through the lace panties Master had made me wear tonight. He had also not allowed me to take off my faggot necklace, and had made sure it wasn’t hidden under my shirt.

i was extremely nervous when the waiter arrived to take our order, worried that he might notice the necklace or the fact that i was sitting at the table in panties. But he was too busy flirting with my man and Master. The waiter did give me a knowing glance when Master ordered for me. my man moved close to me and put his arm around my shoulder, his hand reaching down to casually play with my tit while he ordered and had the waiter’s attention focused on us. At that point, the plug in my cunt fired up from the dull pulse to an intense throbbing and i jumped. The waiter smirked and i was nearly positive he could hear the buzzing.

my man was as sweet with me as always, constantly touching me and hugging me, his handsome face smiling at me often. He and Master were both tall, dark and made a handsome pair. Master set the plug to randomly cycle through varying levels of stimulation, keeping my focus on my pussy, even as He scooted over so that i was now pressed between these two men and they leaned over me to kiss in front of my face. The anxiousness i was feeling earlier faded slightly as i watched them, no longer quite as nervous about my man seeing for himself how i was trained to serve Master. my front row viewing didn’t last too long though, before Master broke their kiss to look at me, “Down,” was all He said.

i had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen as i obeyed and slid under the table. Lucky for me there was a long tablecloth that draped down almost to the floor, so no one could easily see me under the table, practically naked once Master asked for my shirt. i heard them resume their kissing, closing the gap left by me, as i knelt under the table in my panties, plug and cage, watching as Master unzipped my man’s pants and pulled out his hard cock. He wagged it under the table and i knew what to do.

By the time the waiter returned with drinks, i was going back and forth between sucking Master and my man. my cock slurping and the plug sounded deafening to me under the table, and i was sure the waiter could hear it. Master engaged him in conversation, dragging out my fear of being discovered naked under the table sucking on two big cocks.

“Where’d your boy go,” i heard the waiter ask, just as Master pulled my head firmly into His lap, lodging His cock deep in my throat. i gagged uncontrollably, certain the waiter must have heard me choking on cock.

“Oh, I think you have a pretty good idea where he is,” Master replied, gently pushing me off His cock and nudging me with His foot to crawl to the side of the table the waiter stood at, “I am sure he’d love to give you a part of your tip early.”

“Thanks for the generosity,” the waiter said, just before the tablecloth lifted up in front of me, enough to allow the waiter to offer me his beautiful uncut cock under the table. We were in a secluded back table, but i was exposed to anyone who might walk by to use the toilet. i dove onto his cock, knowing that the faster i could make him cum the shorter my exposure would be. He stood still, letting me bob on his cock and taste the precum built up under his foreskin. i took his cock to the root and i heard him moan appreciatively.

i couldn’t believe i was here, on all fours, naked under a table at a restaurant, clit dripping and cunt plugged and vibrating, sucking off the waiter while my man and Master sat there waiting their turn. Within a few minutes, my efforts were rewarded and the waiter grabbed me by the ears and pulled me down onto his cock just before it exploded and my mouth filled with cum. i swallowed it all and gave his cock one finally gentle suck before he pulled out and the tablecloth dropped back down, providing me with blessed seclusion.

“That was great,” the waiter praised my cocksucking abilities, “Definitely would enjoy more of that, and both of you.”

Master snapped His fingers under the table and i crawled over to suck His cock as He exchanged numbers with the waiter. i spent the rest of the dinner, going between their cocks, as they ate and occasionally fed me scraps, allowing me just enough time to chew and swallow the food, before being made to swallow their rods again.

Master and my man talked, getting to know each other better as they had their bitch at their feet. i was in heaven and was slightly disappointed when the meal came to an end. my man was the first to blow, having had me leisurely sucking as they kissed at the table. i still had his cum in my mouth as i was pulled onto Master’s cock, and He fucked up into my face just a few strokes before adding to the mouthful of cum i was left to swallow. i had never had such a delicious dessert.

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III

The air was cool on my skin, but it was still a nice night out. Which was a good thing for me considering i was currently being walked down the street in just my tiny shorts. Master and my man were ahead, leading me by a leash attached to the chain of the clamps on my tits. i had to keep up to avoid the sharp tug to the chain that would erupt fire in my chest. i was practically jogging behind them, making up for my small size and shorter legs.

When Master stopped in an alley we were cutting through to the bar, i thought He might have been taking pity on me to give me a break. But instead He ordered me to strip down to my panties and kneel down next to the concrete wall.

“I don’t know about you,” Master spoke to my man standing next to Him, “But I have to take a piss and I can’t hold it to the bar. But luckily we don’t need to when we have our own little piss pup.”

He looked straight at me and i responded by opening my mouth, tilting my head back slightly, to offer Him a hole to drain His dick in. He smiled and pulled out His big cock and didn’t waste any time. His urine splashed on my tongue, filling my mouth, before He directed His stream all over my face and soaked my hair. my man decided to join and soon i was being hosed down and soaked by them both. By the time their bladders were empty, i was a dripping mess from head to toe and my panties were sopped.

“Don’t worry pup,” Master said as He started down the alley, me scrambling to my feet to not have the clamps ripped off my nipples, “You can air dry for the few blocks left to the bar.”

And He was right, the liquid dripping down my face from my hair pretty much stopped by the time we approached the bar. Their combined piss had dried on my skin. Master handed me back my shorts, to end my embarrassment of being exposed in my lace panties with the cage on my clit and the blinking light from my plug plainly visible. They hadn’t activated the plug since leaving the restaurant, but it was on and ready for them to take control with the app on their phones.

The whole walk over, they had talked as if i wasn’t there behind them. Master explained how i am His and He is generous enough to share. That He and my man could co-own me together now, but He was still Master and His rules came first. my man already knew about Master and was fine with me having Him control me, but it was still embarrassing to hear them talk about it and my man acknowledge Master and agree to the arrangement. my man said he would leave me caged and they would each keep one of the keys to my chastity. But Master made it clear that my man must ask permission before unlocking me, which he agreed to. It was clear that they planned to stay in touch and that excited me and terrified me in equal amounts.

The leather bar had a back patio, and that’s where we headed after they got two beers at the bar. i kept my head down and tried to avoid eye contact, not wanting to see the looks that i might be getting. i smelled like piss and looked like a whore in my sandals and shorts, faggot necklace still hanging down around my neck, the nipple clamps torture even when Master wasn’t tugging gently on the leash.

As we walked to the back, there were several boys with their Doms, all more covered than me even with as little as they might have been allowed to wear. There was one in a dark corner that was on his knees sucking his Master’s cock. Seeing this, Master felt more than comfortable ordering me to strip and kneel between them once we found our spot on the upper deck that had a view of the entire patio.

We weren’t hidden away in a corner, Master had chosen a spot right at the railing that looked down on the crowd below. So as i pushed down my shorts, made to stand with my back to the crowd, i could feel all eyes on me as my pantied ass was exposed. But Master didn’t have me stop there, He ordered me to remove my panties as well, before kneeling down to face them with my plugged cunt on full display to the crowd.

“You need the constant reminder that you are owned, boon,” Master explained as i burned in embarrassment, my man taking all this in, seeing his boyfriend naked, in chastity and with my pussy plugged, exposed to a group of horny men, “You need to be trained and broken in, we need to make up for lost time.”

“Sit, paws up,” Master commanded, and i arched my back straight and pulled my fists to my chest, arms down to my sides, doing my best to resemble a dog begging for a treat, “Good boy. I am always with you, pup. And you’re right at my fingertips.”

Having said that, Master pulled out His phone and tapped at it a few times before the plug in my cunt came to life with a strong and steady vibration. i could feel my clit immediately start to drool on the deck. They talked, leaving me to kneel and look around at the crowd. Unless they needed me to take their piss, in which case they would just pull my face to their crotch. i knew to take their cock and wait, gulping once the flow started and doing my best to not spill until they were finished.

Considering we were right by the railing, this meant the entire crowded patio below were witness to my serving as their urinal. There was one older man who was intently watching with his pup boy. The younger man was in a jock strap, his thick chest coated in a layer of fur. The thing that excited me the most about him was the pup hood he wore, along with the collar, mitts on his fists, and the puptail protruding from his ass.

i knelt there with my cunt buzzing, feeling more like a faggot than ever before. Anxious from having all these men staring at me, the only one naked in the entire crowd. The clit cage adding to my humiliation and making it clear my place among all these men and even their boys. As i took all this in, with my men continuing their conversation next to me, i saw the man with his pup approach the railing where i knelt.

“Do you mind if I play with your boy?” He asked my men, looking up at them as i made eye contact with the pup who was looking at me through his mask, “My pup hasn’t been allowed to cum for the last month and I thought it would be a nice reward to let him fuck your boy.”

“Of course, enjoy yourself,” Master said without even a moment’s hesitation, “My fagpup would be lucky to get your pup’s month worth of cum.”

i could see the excitement in the pup’s eyes when he heard he was going to get to cum, likely not carry too much about the specifics of how that was about to happen, just that he was going to get to drain his balls into a hole. i was jealous, having not been milked or allowed release for far longer.

“Down and present,” Master ordered, and i turned my back to the railing and pressed my head to the floor, pussy raised up. Master praised me, “My obedient bitch. My sweet pussyboy, eager to please Master and any man I say.”

“Thanks for sharing your property,” the man below said, as i felt the plug turn off before it was yanked out of my cunt. i was mortified when that released the loads of cum that had been soaking in me all night, “God damn, you filled your bitch up.”

As the cum continued to gush from my pussy, the crowd cheered and made lewd comments, calling me all the names that were fitting for what I was, a cumdump. i felt several hands petting my ass and rubbing against my hole, commenting about how smooth my pussy was, scooping up the cum to finger it back into me. my mind switched over to my fag headspace and i blocked out any feelings of shame or fear of being exposed like this as a faggot, accepting my place as Master’s property.

The pup came up to kneel in front of me, turning me on all fours to face the crowd, As I shifted into position, i saw Master and my man kissing and groping each other. Making out next to me as i was being groped by strangers. i stared out at the crowd of men watching as i felt the boy press his now hard cock against my bare ass. He got into position over me, his hairy chest pressed to my back, his arms placed at my sides, his mitted fists pressed to the floor.

His muzzle affectionately nudged the side of my face as he softly woofed in my ear, his hard cock rubbing against my ass, eagerly searching for the entrance. It was all too much to take in. Looking out at all the men waiting for the moment the pup entered me, feeling him now frantically humping against my ass, what felt like a huge cock head grazing my pussy and causing the pup to whine in anticipation.

“You want to suck my dick?” i heard Master ask. i turned my head to see my man nodding to Master, “You need to ask for it.”

“I want to suck your cock,” my man asked, sounding a little uncertain of what he might be getting himself into.

“You know I deserve more respect than that,” Master chided him, “You want to suck my cock, be my boy, you have to ask properly.”

Just as my man knelt down at Master’s feet, his back to me, my attention was pulled back to my own situation as i felt the pup’s huge cockhead pop into my cunt. i yelped as he howled, having finally mounted his bitch. Once he’d gotten inside, he fucked me like a dog. Frantic, humping deep and hard into my ass, his long thin cock going deep, his fat cockhead stretching me open as he probed further into me.

“Do you like the feel of my boy’s knot in your cunt,” the boy’s owner asked me, lifting my head to look up at him. i am not sure if it was the Man’s words, the way his boy’s cock banged into me, or the sound of my man gagging on Master’s cock next to me, but i felt my clit squirt a little.

“Fuck, good boy,” i heard Master say, as i looked over to see his crotch pressed up against my man’s forehead, Master’s cock fully buried in his throat, “You’re already so well trained.”

Watching Master fuck my man’s face, hearing Him call my man, boy, made my clit spurt again and my cunt twitched on the pup cock pounding me. He began to fuck me like an animal desperate to drop his load into a bitch and get me pregnant with his puppies. The crowd below started to cheer the pup on as he barked and howled, pushing his knot deeper into me. i felt his cock thicken inside me, the sign that i was about to take his seed. i couldn’t quite believe that i was about to be bred by a pup, with my man kneeling beside me allowing Master to fuck his throat with the length of His cock. All in front of a large crowd of men.

i watched Master thrust deep and hold His cock there, moaning loud as he fed my man His cum. i was able to watch my man gulp down cum for a moment, before i was pushed down to the floor, with just my ass raised as the pup humped into me. His man still stood before me and reached under my body to grab the chain to the clamps still attached to my tits. He yanked them off just as his boy rammed hard into me one last time before howling to the moon. The fire in my tits registered at the same moment i felt the boy’s cock blast like a canon. i had never felt anyone cum so hard or so much in me, reminding me that i was taking a month of puppy cum in my pussy. The crowd cheered and went wild, watching the pup successfully breed me while Master feed my man His cum for the first time.

my man looked over at me, a huge smile on his face, as he wiped some of Master’s cum from the corners of his mouth. He reached over and pat my head and leaned over to give me a kiss. i could taste Master’s cum as he pressed his tongue into my mouth. He then stood up as the pup moved around to the front of me and offered me his cock. i gladly sucked him clean, feeling my pussy still clenching for his knot even as his cum dripped out and ran down my balls.

“Time to go home,” Master announced, to me and my man, as well as the crowd of men. A crowd who were now engaging in their own play, having just enjoyed the show we had put on, “I want some time alone with my boys.”

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IV

Once we got home, my man decided to take a shower, while Master took me to bed. He had me get on all fours on the bed, facing the door, as He stood behind me. He ran His hands down my back and sides, caressing my body, praising me for being such a good whore tonight. His fingers grazed my pussy, still leaking the other pup’s seed. He slid in three fingers and worked me open to take a fourth. The sound of my squishy cunt made me blush.

“I love seeing your pussy gaping for me,” Master said admiringly, as he got all five fingers into my stretched cunt, “I am eager for the day when I can slip my fist into my pupcunt and have you take me to the elbow.”

i was moaning from Master opening me up, trying to get His hand into His pup. The shower shut off, meaning my man would be joining us shortly. Master must have heard too, since He withdrew His hand and, without missing a beat, replaced it with His big cock. i whined as the thickness stretched me further than His fist had. He began to pump Himself in me, eliciting stronger moans and higher pitch squeals as He went deeper. i was apparently loud enough to make my man curious, standing naked in the doorway of the bedroom in front of me watching.

“Spread yourself open for me,” Master commanded, and i looked at my man while reaching back to hold my cheeks apart for Master to enter me even further. i glanced over my shoulder to see Master staring at His boy as He fucked His pup. Master nodded at His boy and i looked back to my man to see Him nod back, acknowledging that he was to wait his turn.

“I love your tight little pupcunt,” Master sighed in pleasure, “My pupcunt. I own it and it is mine to do with as I see fit. You both understand that?”

“Yes Master,” i responded breathlessly as i took my pounding.

“Do you understand that, boy?” Master spoke to my man, “This is my bitch, my slave, my cumdump. Mine, owned completely. But we can own him together.”

“I understand,” my man responded, reaching down to stroke his hard cock.

“Prayer,” Master issued the simple command and i immediately began to tremble. It was hard enough to have my man see me getting fucked and used by Master, but he’d never heard my prayer. But i knew this was important to submit to Master completely and without hesitation. So i recited my prayer, looking at my man as my Master fucked my cunt.

Thank You Master for allowing Your pupcunt the privilege to serve You today

You are superior to me and i need Your guidance and control

You are my Master, my mind body heart and soul belong to You

i am Your property to do with as You see fit

You own me completely from my wet little nose to my hungry hole

i will worship and obey You without question of hestitation

i will proudly display myself as Your bitch, Your boy, Your girl, Your slave, Your cumdump, Your toilet, Your obedient pup boon

i am no longer a stray that raises its ass to anything off the street

i belong to You now

Thank You for making me complete Master

Each word took on new meaning watching my man’s expression as he listened to me profess my devotion to Master. my man stepped toward me and squatted down in front of me and kissed me deep, as Master went deeper.

“I love you,” he said to me in between kisses, just as Master thrust in one final time, buried to the base in my cunt, His cock spasmed, coating my insides with His essence. i pushed myself back onto Master’s cock, desperate for more of Him, even as i kissed my man more passionately. The sensations became too much for me and i couldn’t stop myself at that point, my little clit twitched in its cage and released the cum stored up in my balls. Eight months of cum oozed out from my being milked for the first time through my pussy.

“Did you just cum, pup,” Master asked, as His cock remained in my pussy, depositing the last of His seed, “Now that you’ve finally learned to cum that way, no need to let you out of chastity again.”

i was filled with a mix of pleasure at having made Master proud with my first anal orgasm, but also overcome by the humiliating realization that i had just spilled more than half a year of cum without experiencing an orgasm like a Man would. Instead i could feel the cum pumping out of my shriveled up nub, a wasted load without orgasm and only frustration as my balls were drained without the pleasure associated with ejaculation.

i winced as Master slid out and moved around to my face. my man took His place behind me and i gasped as he entered my already lubed hole in one long quick stroke. Master took that opportunity with my mouth open to shove His still dripping cock down to the back of your throat. i was so sore and tired from all the pounding i had taken that night, but i never felt more at home being filled like this by the two men in my life.

i imagined them smirking at each other, hearing me moan and getting lost in the pleasure. Master held me down by the base of my neck deeper on His cock, causing me to gag and only making Him harder. my Man chuckled hearing me choke on Master’s superior cock and he slapped my ass.

It was at that point that Master ordered me to flip over on my back, before my man re-entered my cunt and Master walked around behind him. i was staring at these two beautiful men, as one fucked me and the other stood behind and started to slide His wet cock between His boy’s cheeks. my man didn’t bother fighting it, already fully cucked by Master. He might have even wanted it, to feel closer to me in such an intimate way. To know what it feels like to be shared and dominated by the same Man.

i could tell from the look on his face and the way he tensed up inside my cunt, that Master had just entered him and slowly took what was His. As Master’s boy slide out of me, Master gripped his hips and held him in place as he took more of Master’s cock. Our eyes met as he has backed up fully on Master’s shaft. i could see Master smiling behind as His boy found his rhythm between us, shifting his hips to fuck me and get fucked himself with each thrust.

my man, Master’s boy, was mostly a top, although he loved to suck a nice cock and had been fucked once in the last year. But he was not used to Master’s huge cock and the thickness, so he came quickly, filling me with another load. i felt his cock expand inside me a moment before i felt the heat of his cum, just as Master shoved him down on top of me, our faces nearly touching as Master picked up the speed of thrusts into His boy. i was staring directly into my man’s eyes, as Master released a deep moan and claimed His boy. i could see the realization dawn on my man’s face of what this moment represented.

“You are my boy now,” Master said matter-of-factly. The bed shifted as Master extracted Himself from His boy, “And now I own a pup and a boy.”

my Man climbed off the bed too, his cock pulling free from my well used pussy. i scrambled off the bed to kneel at Master’s feet. His dick was dirtier than usual as His boy had no time to prepare before Master decided it was the right moment to mark His new territory. i eagerly lapped up the fresh ass juices, a combination of my man’s hole and my own pussy. Master’s boy, knelt down on the floor beside me and Master gripped His balls to offer them to be licked.

my man greedily took over worshipping Master’s cock, while pressing down on my shoulders to guide me to my back on the floor. He squatted over my face, his hole to my mouth, and began to push out Master’s cum for me to eat from his ass. It was delicious, and i was in fag heaven.

“Up,” Master ordered, snapping His fingers after i’d had enough time to clean up His boy’s freshly bred ass. i climbed to my knees and Master guided His pup and His boy until we were facing each other with Master’s cock between us. We began to kiss, tasting Master’s cock between us.

Master laid back on the bed and scooted to the middle. i got up off the floor and crawled into bed next to Him under one arm and nuzzled and sniffed at His intoxicating pit. His boy started to join us on the bed, but Master pushed him off with an outstretched leg. i saw the stern look Master threw His boy, and I could only lay there next to Master, unable to help my man who stood there looking confused.

“You have to ask nicely,” Master said after a moment.

“Please may I join you?” i saw the strain on his face and heard the struggle in his voice.

“Please what, boy,” Master unrelenting.

“Please Sir, may i join you in bed?” The boy finally caved, his eagerness getting the better of his pride.

Master waved him up onto the bed, seemingly satisfied with His boy’s newfound submission. my man sliding up next to Master, snuggling up under His other arm.

“My boys,” Master sighed contentedly, before turning His face to mine and kissing my forehead, “Good boy, Darren. My loyal pup, boon.”

my ears perked up hearing Master call me by birth name. i love Master’s affection, and when He calls me good boy and His pup. i looked over at my man and we smile at each other and cuddle up closer to our Master, my man reaching across to pull me in closer to the huddle of bodies. i had never been happier, feeling love for both of these men so deeply. i fell asleep in their arms, knowing this was the beginning of something truly amazing.

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I was at a regular gay hookup spot and it was not long before I had a good looking guy who is versatile and can be used to fuck. i I have been with a few hot and horny guys that are looking forward to spearing my hungry holes.

I took him to a spot that was secluded and private. i had laid out a blanket for the two of us and we in no time we began to remove each others clothes and we began to feel each others hard cocks. He laid me down on the blanket and he began to kiss me hard deep and long and I am getting really excited and hard. 

Our naked bodies touching and kissing each others bodies and I am getting ready for going down to feel his shaft in my mouth I licked and sucked his big hard beautiful cock deeply in my mouth and tongue I am getting really excited about this because I have been with out a man for a while and I am hungry for a big thick load deep in my mouth and tongue and into my throat l let him go and I ran my hungry mouth up against his body. 

Suddenly someone else who loves the feeling of a big cocks deep inside of him and I am getting ready to take a big thick hard cock in my mouth and I do. My mouth found the new cock and hungrily swallowed it In my mouth and my hot wet bottom was being nailed by my hungry buddy.

 I am getting a very horny and hot wet bottom that loves to be naked and filled with massive amounts of cock. So there I was really feeling good and passionate cockhungry bottom that loves the taste and smell and felling of having both my hungry holes penetrated by nice pieces of meat. 

They both almost came together, I have a good time to feel you both explode deep inside of me and I have a explosive orgasm with my original man took me in his beautiful mouth and drained me dry.we got dressed and the amazing man invited us to his place to stay with us and continue to have a lot of passion and hot wet and very very horny times

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