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  • A Titty Bar

    Weeks of relentless pressure from the guys at work finally wore me down. These men, married as well as single, went to a titty bar after work every Friday. I’d never gone; and I always had an excuse. After all, I wasn’t interested in titties. But I didn’t think it was anyone’s business at work.

    Most Fridays, I went out with a handful of friends I had from my classic movies group. But that particular Friday, when Ron came up to ask me if I wanted to go along, Walt said, “Don’t bother Kris, he doesn’t like girls.”

    I’m not sure why, but that hit me wrong. Walt didn’t know me personally, and it wasn’t that I didn’t like girls. I just didn’t want any in my bedroom. That place was for me, and if I ever found him, Mr. Forever. I immediately replied, “I don’t have plans tonight; I thought I’d go.”

    I wasn’t big on riding together, but the guys said that’s the way they do it. So I went along. We pulled into the parking lot of a dark strip center. A small sign indicated that the place was called Angels. I got out and stood by the back door of the SUV. A beat-up white pick-up pulled up a few spaces over, and several men exited. They appeared to have just come from work. One of them, tall and lanky, waited for the others to head in. He was blond and in need of a hair-cut. He glanced over my way, and I felt a spark. You know the feeling, you get it before you even know the guy. Your body lets you know that it wants you to get to know him a little better. He smiled and nodded at me. One of his friends called to him, and he headed toward them.

    I caught up with my group and followed them in. We paid the entry fee and sat together at a large table near the dancing platform. I ordered a Sprite, and I was asked if I was the designated driver. The others nodded; I said yes, and I was told that all my drinks would be non-alcoholic and complimentary. I glanced around the room. I saw the blond guy in the center section. From where I was sitting, I could glance his way without the others noticing.

    The music was too loud for my tastes, and I had difficulty understanding the conversation of the guys at my table. I convinced myself that I wasn’t missing out on anything, and I sat back and sipped on my drink. Several girls came out to the platform and danced; some of them were quite well trained, but there were just as many who just shook their breasts. The guys seemed to enjoy it, and honestly, I was having a better time watching them make fools of themselves than I was watching the dancing.

    I was on my third Sprite when I had to use the restroom. I got up, and none of the men in my party even noticed. I could see the sign for the toilets in the far corner, and I had to pass by my blond ‘friend’ on the way there. He looked at me as I neared, and I smiled. When I got to the door, I noticed that he had followed at a safe distance. I went into the restroom and found a man screwing one of the dancers. I turned around and exited. I bumped right into Mr. Blond.

    “That was quick,” he said.

    “Someone’s using it,” I replied.

    “There’s more than one stall, isn’t there?”

    “I didn’t look.”

    He opened the door and stepped in. “Hey, man, some of us have to pee. Go fuck somewhere else.”

    The woman left the restroom.

    “Come on in,” he called to me.

    I walked in to find the man trying to stuff himself back into his pants. “Oh, I see, you want the room for yourselves. Fags!” he exclaimed on his way out.

    “Actually,” I called after him, “I really do need to pee.” Then I turned to face Mr. Blond.

    “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

    “You didn’t,” I assured him. I went over to a urinal and began to relieve myself.

    He walked up behind me. “Hey, I saw you looking at me earlier when I was looking at you.”

    I zipped up my pants and turned around. I looked into his eyes. A bit of soap and water, I thought, and I could take him out to a nice restaurant.

    That guy was right. “I’m gay, and I think you’re hot, but I wouldn’t do you in a bathroom. That’s too low.

    I raised my eyebrows, “Thanks for realizing that I’m not a bathroom slut.” I smiled. I stepped to the sink. “I’m Kris,” I said as I began washing my hands.

    “I’m Quint.” He began to wash his hands as well. “I know I still have road dirt from work, but I can look presentable. I know we’re in a place with dancing girls; the other guys don’t know I’m gay. I don’t think they’d care, but you know.”

    “Yeah, I do. My co-workers don’t know about me either. How about we get together and get to know one another. We can see whether this tingle I’ve given you in your crotch is real.”

    “Oh, it’s fucking real. Wait, how’d you? Am I showing? Fuck. You’re kidding aren’t you.”

    I sucked in my upper lip then smiled. “I’m free all day tomorrow.”

    “Then let’s do lunch,” he said. “Put your number in my phone.”

    I gave him my number, and he texted back “Quint from the dance hall.” I went back to my table. We texted a few times while at the ‘dance hall’ as Quint put it, and I couldn’t wait to leave so I could text him freely.

    A few hours later, I was at home and on my bed. I had texted Quint that I was home, but I got nothing in reply. Who knows where he had gone after the titty bar. I closed my eyes and began daydreaming; I had begun to nod off when my phone binged.

    Quint: Got home and had to take a shower. I hate going out right after work; it leaves sexy guys I meet with the wrong impression.

    Me: So you’re clean now?

    Quint: Smelling like a spring daisy and horny as fuck

    Me: Should have been nicer to the man in the bathroom; he might have sucked you off

    Quint: Then he would have wanted me to suck him off, and his cock was covered in pussy juice. No thanks.

    Me: What time do you want to meet tomorrow?

    Quint: What about now? You come here or I go there. We can make out or fuck or whatever you want. We can get breakfast at IHOP afterward.

    Me: A fuck and an omelet. That’s romantic.

    Quint: I don’t usually stick around for the omelet. That’s as romantic as I get.

    Me: Come over. Maybe I can get you to stay for lunch, too.

    Quint: You’re so fucking sexy, I bet you could.

    I texted him my address, and I considered what he was saying. He was one of those guys who fucked and left. No cuddling, no love, no romance, just getting his rocks off. What a waste. He was so handsome in his rugged way, and he was actually quite nice, if not very polished.

    Not that I wanted to polish him; that would change who he was, and then he wouldn’t be the man that gave me a tingle and made my cock swell. Fuck. I was getting involved with a man who was still sowing oats, not someone who wanted to settle down. Maybe he wasn’t that attractive. Maybe the sex wouldn’t be that good. Maybe he had some quirk that would drive me over the edge.

    When the doorbell rang, I was psyched to be disappointed. I opened the door and couldn’t believe what I was looking at. From his clean, blonde, combed back hair to his stylish shirt and slacks to his tennis shoes without socks, he oozed sex appeal. He smiled and I tingled. He handed me flowers. “I thought a classy guy like you deserved some flowers.”

    “That’s so thoughtful; where’d you get flowers at this hour?” I asked as I took them in to put them in water.

    “Grocery store.”

    “They’re beautiful. Thank you.” I arranged them a bit and put them on my dining room table. He wasn’t playing fair. I turned to him. He was standing there with his hand in his pocket. “Come sit on the couch, Quint, and let’s talk a bit because I’m confused.”

    “Yeah,” he mumbled as he sat. “You probably thought I was just a hook-up. You know, we’d play around, fuck, and then I’d be gone and you’d never see me again.”

    “You’re right. That’s the impression I got, and I will admit that I thought you’d be more fun and a little more exciting than most.”

    “I got to thinking. Most of the guys I meet are just holes to stick my dick in, and their dicks are fun to suck, but it’s just getting my rocks off. Look at us; we’re already talking more than I’ve talked with anyone.”

    “This is already more?” I asked.

    “Yep. Usually, it’s wanna fuck, yeah, fuck, grunt, and go home.”

    I looked at the flowers on the table and then back at him. We said nothing for a few moments. He was sexy in his dirty work clothes; how could he be even sexier now? Did his admission make him more vulnerable? I leaned over and touched his hand. I noticed a twitch between his legs. “You want to take things differently. Maybe a date before we jump into bed? But you’re still really horny, huh?”

    “You’re doing that to me. I want you in the worst way, Kris.”

    Was he feeding me a line? If I took him to the bedroom, would he still be there in the morning? Would he really take me to IHOP? If we went to an all-night diner first, that didn’t guarantee he’d be there in the morning. I wanted to trust him. I had a friend who had a hook-up turn into a romance, and they were still together. I decided to risk it.

    “You’ll be here in the morning?”

    Quint nodded. “Unless you tell me to leave.”

    “Then let’s go fuck.” I took him into the bedroom, and before we undressed, he kissed me. He held my head with rough fingers, but as we undressed, he touched me with the back of his hand where the skin was soft. His touch excited me and made me want him more.

    When Quint pulled his underwear down, an erection about seven inches long popped straight ahead. His dick was hard and the foreskin completely retracted. My most common reaction to a cock like his was to drop to my knees, but the overwhelming urge to have it inside me overtook me. I pulled him to the bed and grabbed my lube from the nightstand. I got on my back and began to lube my hole.

    He knew that I wanted him.

    “I fucking want you so bad,” he whispered as his breathing became heavy. He grabbed the condom I had placed next to the lube and sheathed himself.

    “If you weren’t such a slut, we could do this raw,” I said as I reached for his dick.

    He got onto his knees and pushed the head of his dick against my hole. My hole resisted.

    “Push harder,” I begged.

    The head and the first few inches popped inside me. I’m not sure why, but there was no pain. The sensation of being filled sent electricity through my body. Quint leaned in, wrapped his arms around my legs as he folded me, and covered my mouth with his. He pushed himself more deeply into me and thrust his tongue into my mouth. The penetration of his tongue and cock were in sync. I wanted to grab my dick and jerk it with the same rhythm, but I couldn’t reach it. I could sense that my dick throbbed with an identical beat.

    My senses were on overload as Quint kissed me, sucked my tongue, and moved his tongue in and out of me. The motion of his fuck was intense; I’d never had my prostate massaged like that. His dick seemed to be the perfect size for my hole. His chest and nipples taunted me as they moved back and forth across my pecs.

    And then he sped up.

    My brain short-circuited as he increased the frequencies of his thrusts. I wanted to grab his ass and help push him deeper inside me. I could hear his balls slap against me as our pubic bones made contact. I felt my body tense as he slammed into me, and then I began to stream cum as he spewed his load inside me.

    Quint’s body relaxed on me. He released my legs, and I moved them down. I had never been fucked like that. I just continued to breathe deeply.

    “I can’t believe how much you made me cum,” Quint finally said. “And Kris, when you blasted me with your come, it was like a fire hose. You zapped all my strength, you sexy fucker, you. You’re an amazing man. I knew when I saw you that you were a special guy. I want to snuggle up to you. Will you hold me?”

    “Yeah. Slide next to me. Yeah, just like that.” I held him next to me. My eyelids grew heavy, and I fell asleep.

    I woke up the next morning to a loud crash of thunder. I was in the bed alone. I didn’t even hear him stir. I went into the bathroom and started the shower. My chest was covered with dried cum. My ass cheeks had dried lubricant between them. I began to brush my teeth.

    “Hey, got a brush for me?”

    “What the fuck! You scared the shit out of me.” Then I opened my arms and hugged him. “I’ve got an extra brush down here.” I handed one to him.

    “The thunder woke me up. It’s pouring out there, but I promised you a meal at IHOP, so let’s get cleaned up and go.” He leaned in and whispered into my ear. “I want to go to my place after so you can fuck me.”


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  • Valle D’ Aosta

    On the border of northern Italy and Switzerland, there is a famous valley in the Aosta region.  The history of the area is rich with stories of knights and ladies, all the royalty of a court, all the banners and flags of a proud people living high in the Italian Alps.  These Italians carried this tradition through the early years of the twentieth century.

    It is no wonder that the children of the area fantasize about the big, armored men on their perfectly groomed, slick steeds or the ladies in their fiery and braided hair adorned with jewels.  Quite common fantasies of the children in Aosta.

    A great war broke out in Europe.  Historic knights were replaced with images of the Allied Forces as nations joined to reshape nations as old regimes fell.

    * * *

    Before the next great war there was a time of peace, a brief period that found three  boys deep in the woods of Aosta playing military games in their foxholes and secret headquarters.  One warm summer of peace three boys met near the woods; Bibi, the blonde brother, and Bohner his dark-haired, older sibling.  They met with their friend “Gunt.”  (Real name: Gunther.)

    We now accompany these lads in their imagined military maneuvers:

    “Bring the rations?”  Bibi asked, he was always hungry.

    “Only two baguettes and an apple.”  Gunt answered, being the oldest boy, he was often saddled with this task.

    A few steps toward the old logging road, “Bohner, you be Archduke Ferdinand, I’m going to stop the assassination.”  Bibi stuck his index finger out, imitating a pistol, wincing his eyes.

    “You be Princip.  I was last time.”  Bohner ordered Gunt. 

    “Give me time to hide.”  Gunt said, thinking he’d catch them as the boys went around the bend to their hideout but had a better idea.  He ran through the forest and kept running.  Gunt could find a high spot, jump down and surprise his playmates, though Princip always got caught.  Then the playful capture and torture would begin.

    Gunt jumped away and ran but heard them, their tinny voices, they’d followed him!  He ran further, shimmied up a tree behind an old barn.  Kept his breath silent as he watched the boys looking around the barn, even went inside, calling out for their villain. 

    Ha!  They hadn’t bothered to look up. 

    Quite satisfied with his lofty perch, Gunt pulled a baguette out and ate the whole apple watching Bibi and Bohner disappear among the evergreens.  Pretend-Princip wouldn’t be caught today.

    * * *

    Shimmying down the rough bark and prickly needles of the tree wasn’t as easy as climbing up.  Skinning his smooth legs, till they reddened, he lowered himself branch by branch until he felt something pressing on his rear.  A limb?

    “Drop down, boy.  I’ll catch you.”  An man in blue sweater reached up to him.  “Come on now.  Let’s get those scrapes cleaned up.”  He smiled, arms outstretched.

    About six feet above earth and not seeing another foothold, Gunt let himself go.  “Oo-ops!”  Both he and the man fell to the pine needles surrounding the tree in a quiet pile, brushing the sticky foliage off themselves. 

    “Gruss dich.”  The older man reached both hands toward the boy, one to shake his hand, the other to brush aside the bark from the Gunt’s hair. 

    Studying the man, “Gruss dich, sir.”  This man didn’t seem upset with him trespassing.  “I thought no one lived here.” 

    “No formality here, my friends call me Dekko.  You’re right, no one’s been here since last summer.  A friend let me use it for several weeks as a respite.” 

    “Dekko?”  The boy thought, but couldn’t remember what the word meant.

    * * *

    Dekko’s warm fingers went to Gunt’s leg, “Nasty scrape.  Come in the house, we’ll clean it.”  A dark drop of blood ran down the boy’s thigh.

    Grabbing his bag, Gunt walked beside the man toward the country home, a small place though well-appointed with cultural symbols of the area.  Music played as they entered and went to the kitchen, “Sit here.”  Graciously, Dekko pulled a chair from the table and went to the cabinets, the sink, gathering equipment.  “Nasty scrape, but not deep….”

    Gunt watched as the man’s long fingers cleaned his wound, stroked his skin, admiring his lean, slender muscles, the boy’s long legs, smooth knees, the aroma of a tree-climber.  “You smell coniferous.”  The man mumbled, smiling.

    “What?”  This man used odd words, “What does con-ferrous mean; what is a respite?”  The boy asked softly as his skin was wiped carefully.  “Your name?  Dekko, I’ve heard it before but I can’t remember where.”

    Sensing the boy’s position in life more clearly, “A conifer is a tree that makes cones instead of fruits, a pine tree is coniferous.  They have a strong, evergreen smell.  I’m on respite as I need a rest and Dekko is a moniker for a lookout, I served in a watchtower with the German military.”  He looked up at the boy, “This may hurt.” 

    Carefully, the man dabbed iodine over the boy’s cut and popped adhesive tape from its tin, “A bit of gauze, and you’ll be good as new.” 

    Considering what Dekko said, his mind still on the excitement of war, “Have you ever been in a blimp?”

    At first, Dekko didn’t answer, he bandaged the boy’s skin, closing the wound gently.  “Let’s speak of other things.  My mind wearies of war…  come to the piano with me.”

    * * *

    Italians and Austrians love music, and the boy was no exception.  He wanted to hear a march, stirring and loud, but Dekko sat aside him in front of the old upright and touched the yellowed, chipped keys. A Raindrop Prelude delighted the boy.  Notes rippled from the strings, not always harmoniously yet Gunt felt like the strains hung tinsel in his mind, sparkles in his thoughts.  He leaned against the man who embraced his spindly form and continued playing. 

    “Strauss, play a waltz.”  Gunt said and stood with his nose lifted.  The one-two-three, one-two-three began, and the boy began stepping, turning beside the piano.  Dekko’s mind returned to his own easy days of play; he began playing faster.  Gunt’s feet moved quickly, nimbly, heels never touching the floor until the piece came to a calamitously loud end devised by a concert pianist.

    “Bravo!” Dekko declared and pulled the sweating, boy to him.  Pulled him between his legs to hold him close to his chest, “My tӓnzer, what grace you have.”

    He smelled the boy’s hair, the sharp smell of pine, metallic smell of child-sweat, “I’m hungry.”  Dekko spoke, perchance revealing a need greater than hunger. 

    Cheeses, croissants, fresh milk and sweet, red currants from the side of the house, “I’ve so enjoyed you, and having someone listen to me always improves my playing. Will you come tomorrow?”  Dekko asked.

    Feeling comfortable, “If Mama allows.”  Gunt’s mother wouldn’t mind, if she found out.  Many of the women worked after the war, and now as the great economic depression worsened.  “I’ll ask her.” Gunther lied, curious to know more of this man Dekko.

    “Lovely.”  In the barn, they settled themselves in to a leather seats of a deep red, wine red roadster with sleek lines and chrome bumpers.  Gunt waved at his friends as he and Dekko sped past, hair flying and engine rumbling a low, powerful drone.

    * * *

    Bibi and Bohner ran behind the car yelling for Gunt.  Dekko was in an amenable frame of mind, stopped and placed the boys in the small space behind the seats and took them to Gunt’s home, depositing them carefully in the yard. 

    Soon the sun would hide behind the Italian Alps, “See ya’ tomorrow, Gunt.  Not fair hiding in town, hey—who is that man?”

    Not wanting to give away valuable information on his suddenly most-favorite hiding place, “I’m busy tomorrow.  Later, maybe next week.”  Sly creature that Gunt was, he ran in the house.

    * * *

    Through the next few days, Gunt visited Dekko.  Always music, dance, picking and eating fresh currants, scouring the woods for herbs, picnicked in the high meadows until Dekko relearned how to play.  Remembered how to push sorrows aside and enjoy sun on his skin, sweet air, a friend who sang simple songs to him and who had a distinct proclivity for physical movement.  Minuets were in order on those afternoons. 

    Pointed toes made Gunt’s legs appear longer, he was an agile boy.  Limber to the point he appeared as a silk ribbon in the breeze.  As nimble and limber as Dekko’s fingers in accompaniment.  How they admired each other yet their relations may be in a precarious position, each held never-spoken secrets.

    * * *

    Their summer was about to end:  Climbing a nearby peak, Dekko brought the topic between them, “I must leave next week.  Commitments in Vienna, I’ve signed contracts.  Before I go, would you let me kiss you?”

    In partial understanding of Dekko’s explanation, Gunt agreed. 

    Immediately, Dekko’s hands grabbed the boy’s ribs, lifted him and kissed his lips.  Not a simple, innocent kiss, but as adult lovers kiss when impassioned.  Dekko’s eyes were closed, one hand went to the boy’s rump, holding him firmly against him with the other. 

    Gunt’s eyes were opened, in surprise at first.  He felt Dekko’s tongue still sweet with currants exploring inside his mouth, teasing his tongue.  The boy reciprocated; kissing engorged his short member, made his heart beat fast.  Is this what the teens felt when they ran behind the school house to kiss and fondle after school?

    Breathing hard, Dekko let the boy’s body slide down his front and noticed the small erection bumping his much larger swelling.  He studied the boy’s face for a sign if disapproval, none appeared.  The boy was in wonder, thinking.

    “Have I offended you?”  Dekko didn’t expect this—

    Gunt, with one hand on his leather shorts, rubbing his member, the other reached to Dekko’s collar, pulling him close, “I like kissing you.” 

    Tumbling on the grass, kissing and enjoying the warmth of their bodies on each other, the cool tender grasses beneath, they kissed until their heart beats echoed off the hills back to them, it felt.  Exploring hands met new, inviting lands as clothing dropped away. 

    Dekko, half-hiding his excitement, lay still, hands under his head as the boy admired his mature body.  Short, slender fingers risked touching the waving, straining perpendicular appendage in front of him.  “I’ll be like that?”

    Dekko looked between the boy’s crossed legs, “Well, maybe you’ll have one as big as a rocket.”  So delighted he was, he tickled the boy.  Daring words came, “Will you let me love you?” 

    In the afternoon sun, as they walked down the mountain, the gentle musician explained what he wanted, not in detail, but using enticing terms. 

    Gunt amazed Dekko.  As they stepped over the threshold for a late lunch, “Only if you bind me.  You must use ropes, secure me tightly.” Gunt stated.  Over a quickly made repast, Gunt explained that when his friends caught and tied him as a prisoner in imagined wars, the lad became very aroused by boyish tortures which involved sexual play, “I’m not supposed to do it, but it’s exciting to feel them hold me down with the ropes and tease me.  I feel wonderful, my skin is prickly and my cock is hard.  Bad and good under pressure, makes my heart explode.” 

    Such sophistication in a simple description, “If you want, I’ll tie you.  Will you then let me make love with you?”

    Gunt blushed, suddenly embarrassed.

    “Will you let me put my finger inside you?”  Cautious words from Dekko.

    “Like Bohner?  He puts his cock in my rear.”  Gunt’s truths broke through the air between them.

    Dekko was surprised if not eased, “If you like, I’ll try to match everything Bohner does exactly.”

    * * *

    The next moments were spent tying the boy to the big feather bed’s ancient posts; suspenders worked well, a tie, a belt.  Arms spread wide, ankles above his head, Gunt was gagged and struggled, part of his play to excite himself.  Dekko nudged the boy’s short rod and balls between his legs.  Fresh, Italian beauty on full display, Dekko salivated seeing the small rounded balls with their skin stretched tight, tip of a small cock ringed with foreskin and that delightfully gathered dark spot calling to be opened. 

    Slowly, carefully Dekko approached and only breathed warm, fast breaths on the boy’s skin until the thin hair shafts stood upright on miniscule alps; erect with anticipation.  He stroked and gently nuzzled the boy’s rear, very lightly until he heard soft moans.  An eager tongue caressed the foreskin, the slit; he kissed the two pink orbs while his finger gathered dripping saliva at the tiny, hard muscle.  Knowing that boys aren’t gentle or slow, Dekko, not rushing but not tarrying, pushed his finger into the boy forcing Gunt to squirm, sigh and curl himself tighter in front of his lover. 

    Dekko’s tongue went to his finger buried deep in the boy’s crevice, he licked the resistant muscle, warmed it, lavished more saliva on the crevice.  Slowly, he pulled his finger out and pushed two back in.  He didn’t have to ask if Gunt liked it, the boy’s breathing quickened, his body trembled.  At this point, propelled by both Gunt’s and his very own excitement, Dekko knelt close to the boy, keeping his fingers inserted and exploring while he began rubbing along his own heavy, bobbing shaft—impelled to give this boy something Bohner didn’t yet have. 

    A sweaty, heavy situation on the bed that afternoon, not much movement, only one hand stroking and two fingers inside a softly groaning boy.  The moment before the first pulse of semen, Dekko removed his fingers and pushed his glans half way into the boy and watched. Incredibly erotic, his very heart felt like it shot through his body, through his erection, out his slit and into the boy’s heat.    

    Yes, the musician’s baton wanted to fully enter the boy, and it simply wasn’t big enough.  Two fingers had stretched and strained to full expansion, it felt.  Satisfied that he’d given the boy his best, he held the boy’s cleft closed, pulled the end of a binding.  Two slender legs fell aside him and the boy looked at his face, smiling.

    The short rigid cock stood proudly and was immediately caressed by Dekko’s tongue.  What a delight for both.  Gunt’s spirit soared into another brief orgasm as his body absorbed the man who loved him. 

    Bohner was never this good.

    Dekko’s sorrows lifted through the next few days as they zigged and zagged in their ways, with their words, unaccustomed and unfamiliar to the other, but in deep appreciation.  Their parting brought tears.  Dekko had contracts to perform, Gunt had friends who missed him and it had to be.

    * * *

    The winter seemed longer, colder; the skies gloomier until on the very last day of the year when the sun shone brightly in the clear air.  Gunt’s mama bustled around the kitchen preparing dinner as a neighbor knocked at the door and delivered an envelope to her.  It contained a letter fancified with sealing wax and stamps, looking ever-so official.  “We don’t know anyone in Vienna.” 

    Inside was a scholarship to the Theresianum for her Gunther, a famous and very old boarding school.  An unfamiliar name from the selection committee offered a brief explanation saying her Gunther showed great promise. 

    “How very generous, but why Gunther?” she wondered, there were smarter, more able boys in Aosta.  Maybe an instructor had seen something in the boy she hadn’t noticed.  Not being familiar with the academic world, she reread the letter, thinking this would bring her son to a greater life outside their rural area. 

    “I must go Mama.”  Gunther knew who made this happen.

    “We could never turn down this opportunity.  You must promise to write to me and do your best.”

    That next week, Gunther was on a train bound for Vienna.  On the platform of the Wien Hauptbahnhof, a slender pianist in a long overcoat opened his arms to a boy traveling alone.

    End.


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  • A Night at the Super 8

    I’m waiting at the Super 8 in Hartford. Room 211. I posted what I hope I had hoped was a tantalizing message on Grindr. Open door. From 5 until 8. Bareback, All loads. Hooded. Ass Up. Breed Me. Fuck Me. Fist Me. Couples welcome. Gangbang. I have gotten five responses. A total of five guys so far, one response was from a couple (male/female) – that will be cool. She wants to watch her husband fuck a guy. She wants to see what it is all about. And when I told her that I liked to be fisted. Well, she said she wants to try that. Five men. One woman. It is the guys I will focus on. Their cocks, loads, fists.

    So who I am? I am 35. In town for a conference. Married. Two kids. Nice wife. I used to think I was straight. Then bi. Now I know I am gay. And not just gay, a pig. I only play raw now. Maybe I want to get pozzed so I can get out of the marriage. Maybe I should just get out of it. Yeah, the kids are nice. But the sex. None. And I have become addicted to men. Yes, I fuck raw. I take all loads. And all races. All men. It is who I have become. I am happy with the choice. It is all about the sex. My black buddy Wayne made me like this. Unlocked my inner faggot who lives to be a faggot pig.  Over a three-year period he fucked and fisted me maybe 250 times until my hole was his hole, a hole for men… He moved away. I wish I could have become his whore. Would that have been cool. Maybe I can go out on my own some time and be a prostitute.

    I’m 5’8”. I weigh 145. I have a 6” cock. Though this sex is not about my cock. All the sex I have had has helped get a nice, ready to-be-used male cunt that yearns to be filled, that sometimes after a good session does not want to close so I have to have some pads to keep my wet pussy from staining my pants. I love that now, now that I have a pussy for men. Especially when it is part of being able to get home with a fucked and fisted ass, a fucked ass full of loads. I can enjoy the loads at home. Maybe I should let them stain my pants. Does she ever notice? Maybe. I wish she would and say something about it and leave me so I could live the way I want to, even at home, have a place that is my own 24/7/365 place to have sex with men. Well, not 24 – I do have to work. I come closest to what I want when I travel for work – in those motel hours when my time is my own, and damn the nights have to give part of for company business. So far no mixing sex and work. But I maximize that time as much as I can. Like tonight. My boss loves that I like to travel for The Company. And I get results! For the Company and for me. A lot of business done. A lot of cocks and fists for me. A lot of nights kissing men. Sucking cock. Enjoying gay bars and sex clubs. Open doors at hotels. Hartford is best enjoyed as an open-door city. Like tonight. But how much easier it would be to be single. Then I could be a faggot every day. Pierced nipples and cock. Tattoos. Sex. Men. Me. Fuck I want pierced nipples. And… pierced cock, a heavy PA.

    One day.

    Today is today. OK. Time for guy #1. I have showered. Touched up my shaved body. Cleaned my hole. Everyone who comes after guy #1 later knows that it will have cum in it. That they will be getting sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths, fifths. They have to be cool with that. I am. It is my way. And everyone knows it is bareback only (unless they slip on a condom when I am not looking – which I may not seee as I love to be taken in my eyeless hood with the big mouth opening). Ass-to-mouth is always on my agenda. So at 4:55, this January evening, I draw the curtains tight, leave just the least possible light on, set out my extra lube, poppers, popper gas mask, put the door on the latch, and in my black leather jock with the red stripe on, put on my hood, climb on the bed, my ass facing the door, and get ready for guy #1. The BOOF in my ass has been in 45 minutes. I love the waiting now, the anticipation, sometimes taking a huff of poppers because I love the feeling. This is me. I do this when I am home and can host… wait in the front hall of our house… just like now… or in the sling in our cellar… shit I am a pig. In some ways it is too bad this is not the 70s when we men just fucked… but then I make my time s close to that as I can.

    Guy #1 says he is a 50 year-old black man who loves taking asses on a ride and filling them with his love juice. I wait. I cannot see what time it is. I do look at my watch between guys. I know it is 5, my Jack Reacher inner clock.

    I let everyone know that they are welcome to stay and make it a group. I love those. They can fuck each other if they want. Why not get the most out of my room. The company doesn’t mind. They like that I choose a lower cost motel. I love the sounds of men fucking. I always stay in places with outside room access so I will get no problems with men streaming through the lobby.

    Guy #1. The door opens. Someone comes in. Someone closes the door.

    “Hello. Nice. Nice ass.”

    “Hello.”

    I hear him stripping. I feel his cock on my hole. This guy just has to get down to business. He told me his wife was waiting for him. I love it that so many married men, married men like me, love cock and ass.

    “Fuck me.”

    “Yes, buddy,” he says as he pushes into my lubed hole.

    “Damn, that is good, buddy. Right in. Like a wet, hungry bitch.”

    “I am. Take this bitch.”

    He fucks me hard. I am here to take his cock and his load. No love. No foreplay. Just pump and dump. Not a problem.

    “Give me your load,” I say.

    He fucks me. His long, thick cock is working my hole good. I love it. So much. A nice first cock of the night.

    I feel him stiffen. He makes that pause just before he all but pulls out and then pushes back in as he cums.

    “Shit, buddy. Take my cum. Be my slut. Be my bitch.”

    I am. “Yes, Daddy, breed this bitch.

    He pulls out.

    “Daddy, please give me your cock to suck clean.”

    “Yeah?”

    “Yes.”

    He feeds me. I am on his cock. I love the taste of his cum and my ass juices. A nice way to start the evening.

    “Got to run. Hit me up when you get back to Hartford.”

    “I will.”

    He leaves. He leaves the door on the latch. I reach back to my hole, finger it. Nice. I get some his load on my fingers. I love it. Now to wait.

    Guy #2 is a few minutes late. I have checked my watch. It still feels like rejection when someone is late, even by only a few minutes. There is that sense of deflation, that sense of rejection, of being blow off when what you want to do is blow. But the door opens. Again, I am ready. My hole re-lubed. I take some huffs of the popper. I want to feel that rush when he comes up to the end of the bed. His hands are on my ass.

    “Nice… ass.”

    I have heard that before. I like to hear it. I say, “Thank you.”

    I love being in the hood not knowing what the guy looks like, just knowing what he feels like. He starts to finger my hole.

    “Nice, wet… loose. I like that.”

    I am silent. He puts three fingers in my hole. Then four. He fucks my hole with his fingers.

    “Damn, that is a hot hole, man. Got to use like it wants to be used.”

    “Yes.”

    He must see the jar of lube. He says, “Right, I can fist you?”

    “Yes.”

    I know he must be lubing his hand. I feel him put lube in my hole. A generous amount. I like that. Wonderful. His fingers work their magic, caressing my swelling ass lips. Getting me ready.

    “Take it.”

    Then I feel that cone, the cone of fingers and thumb that can be the start of being fisted. He starts to work my hole.

    “Shit, this hole wants more,” he says. “Much more. I like that. A hungry fist hole.”

    “It does.”

    I huff more poppers. I feel my hole respond. He works my hole. Then I feel his fist in me. He has stretched me. Enough. I feel his hand go from a cone to a clenched fist. I feel it go in, then pull just a bit out, stretching me. I like that. That is part of what fisting is all about.

    “Shit, that is hot. Damn you take it baby. Let me take you to a new level.”

    Then he begins twisting his hand in my hole. Then in and out.

    “Shit, man, take my fist like a pig.”

    I do. That is why I am here. To be fucked and fisted. As relentlessly as possible. He pulls his clenched fist out of my hole.

    “Damn, damn, wonderful,” I say.

    He starts to fuck me. His cock feels so good in my wet, loose cunt.

    “Fuck, man, fuck, I am going to cum in you. You want my hot cum? Breeding your pussy, cunt?”

    “Yes. Breed my cunt.”

    He does. As he pulls out, I say, “Give me your cock in my mouth. I need to taste your cum.”

    He steps to the side of the bed and I feel his cock on my lips. I am so hungry. I love the taste. He reaches back to get more from my hole. He feeds it to me.   

    “Take it pig. You are so hot. I am going to fuck you again.”

    He does,  and is fucking me when the door opens again. It is Guy #3, a bit ahead time.

    “Shit, baby. This is so cool.”

    “Yes, it is dude. Join me. Let’s double penetrate this faggot. Buddy, get up so I can lie down.”

    Should I be more poetic? Write about the steel hardness of their cocks? Or the rough hands of Guy #3, scratchy on my skin? Or the glorious twisting of my nipples as I get double penetrated, as two cocks fill my hole? Or the incredible sexiness of taking a cock covered with your own ass juices and dripping of cum, cum with its always somewhat bitter taste, into your mouth, feeling the cockhead with your lips, touching the piss slit with your tongue? I could. But, tonight is about the pure experience of being in a motel room in Hartford, Connecticut getting fucked, getting fisted, taking loads, putting out like the slut I am, so want to be, and am.

    I did what I was told. I got up. #2 took my place on the bed. He lay down. His legs bent at the knees to touch the floor. #3 guided me carefully until I felt #2’s cock at my hole. #3 lifted me up. Made sure I was impaled on #2’s cock. As I lay back on #2, I felt #2 hands on my ass, lifting it up so #3 could push his cock right into my distended man pussy. Fuck. Two cocks. If only I had a third in my mouth. I was fucked and fucked. They coordinated their movements to maximize the pleasuring of their cocks. I liked that they were doings that, that I could be just a hole they were fucking. Then two cocks exploded in my pussy. Two men stiffened. Two men drained their balls into me. #3 backed out and pulled me off of #2. I was turned around facing the bed. I knew what would be next, at least I hoped it would happen; it did. #3 started to punch fuck my hole.

    “Fuck this is one loose cum hole baby. I love this. I have to get this again. While I was getting punched, I was fed a cock to fill my mouth. Shit. This is what being a man is all about. #2 must have taken my undershirt, doused in poppers, because I felt a damp cloth on my nose.

    “Breathe in baby, huff those poppers. That hole will love it baby. You are our baby love. Fist him. Take his cunt. Make him a real pig.”

    “Fuck, baby, that he is. I have never seen an ass hole so ready for cock and fists. Have to get this man again, and again. Shit how it blooms!” He had pulled out his clenched fist. “Damn that is so fucking hot. I do not think it will close for a week! Damn. I have to get back in.”

    He did. My hole was so hungry, so loose.

    “Double him, man. Let’s get our hands in him.”

    They did

    “Shit, his ass lips are too fucking huge.”

    “Damn, I have to go.”

    “Yeah.”

    “You here tomorrow?”

    “I’ll text you if Iam, I think so. Longer time? Threesome?”

    “Yes.”

    “Yes.”

    “Maybe 7 pm and go until? Fuck I would love to see that pussy in the morning. Maybe spend the night.

    “Maybe fuck and fist you all night.”

    “Sure, I will be back to you guys.”

    “You sure love this…”

    “I do…”

    They got dressed and left. Three men. A break. Get something to drink. Catch my breath.

    Next up, the couple. Cool. A basic night of having my mouth and ass taken and used, enjoyed. Basic. Animal sex. Raw. Intense. What I like. Just men almost out of control. I need to get to where I am out of control and just a fuck and fist hole. I think about that, dream about that. Slammed finally would do it. All poz men would do it.

    If only my wife could see me now. Her faggot husband just giving his body to be used by men. Or would it be the sex I might have with the woman tonigh that would bother her the most? I won’t fuck her. No interest in that. But would she use my hole? She said she had that fantasy. I would like to see how that felt. But bothered that I had sex with a woman? Wouldn’t that be sick? Kicked out for that when I want to be kicked out for my sex with men.

    The double penetration was so good. Two cocks in my hole. Two cocks stimulating each other. Me splayed so open. I love to be that way. My arms held back. My legs held apart – held back so that I am so wide open. My hole so accessible, accessible as it should be. That had happened before in this very motel on my last trip here. I hooked up with three men. They took turns in what was a gangbang. Arms back, legs held apart. Hard cocks using my slippery, wet, cum-filled cunt. Six loads from them. And one of them called a buddy. He brought three more guys who fucked and then fisted me until my hole exploded out in a huge rosebud like tonight. I did not mind when a video of my prolapse was posted on a site that posts amateur videos. I posted an edited version on my Asspig account. It got a lot of attention. A good tool for my marketing. I am a pig.

    So now it was time for the couple. It had been she who responded to my posting. The first time I had gotten a reply from a female. She called herself Janet. He was Joe. They were in their twenties she said. She 5’ 5”, 120. He was 6’0” 190. Their fantasy, her fantasy was for her to see him fuck a man. Another was for her to fist a man, hoping that it would inspire her husband to take her fists, submit to her dominance. She wanted to have their sex life turn kinky. She thought he might be bi, even gay. That did not bother her. Sex was sex. He fucked her. And she allowed she had some girlfriends.

    They were expected now. The drill was the same. I would be nude, except for my leather jock, no need for her to be tempted by my cock. And if he was, he could take action. My hole was lubed with cum and lube. I would be hooded. The door would be open. They would come, strip, and take me as they wanted. The question was would they come.

    They did.

    The door opened at 7. I heard people walk in. I heard,

    “Holy fuck, Janet. This is real.”

    “Yes, honey, real. Now strip.” Said in a commanding voice. I like that,

    I heard the sound of clothes coming off and hitting the floor. Someone walked to the side of the bed.

    The woman’s voice, commanding yet sweet said to me, “Suck his cock. Damn what a hot asshole. I want to see that.”

    A cock was put on my lips. It was already hard. He pushed in. Damn, I love cock. He was bashful at first. That soon ended.

    “Fucking A, sweety, this is so hot, Janet.”

    “So is this hole.” I felt her fingers working it, caressing my swollen ass lips, parting them, probing my opening, ducking in. “This man’s hole is like a sweet pussy.” Then she dove in with her mouth and tongue. She was eating my cunt. Hot. And the first time I had been rimmed by a woman. Sweet.

    “Honey, let me see you fuck this pussy.”

    “OK.”

    She left my hole.

    He was quick to enter me, balls deep.

    “Janet, what a pussy this man has. So sweet. No fucking resistance.”

    “It is baby. Fuck him. So you like this man cunt?”

    “Yes… damn…”

    I felt her get on the bed. She maneuvered herself so she could give me her pussy. She slipped her hungry crotch under my mouth.

    “Eat me faggot.”

    I did. I love any sex with my mouth. Eating a vagina was still good to me. I dove in, my tongue working, flicking her clit. I loved the wetness of any cunt. The juices. The reaction. The kissing of the cunt lips.”

    “Shit, he knows what he is doing.”

    All the while, her husband was fucking me, grabbing my ass. Playing with my ass lips with his cockhead.

    “I love this, baby girl. I love ass. Damn, I want to cum in this hot mancunt and give him my cum.”

    I said, “Breed me Daddy.”

    “Cum in him, baby. Make him pregnant with your cum.”

    He stiffened. His balls exploded. His cum joined the cum already in my ass. He pulled out.

    “I want you cock, man. I want to suck it.”

    “You do?”

    “Yes, give it to me.”

    He did. I love ass-to-mouth.

    While he was filling me with his jism, his wife broke with my mouth, got off the bed, and went to the end of the bed.

    “What a swollen hole.” I felt her clenched fist burst into my cunt.

    “Fuck, fuck, yes, girl. Fist me. Piston fist my hungry hole. Punch your husband’s cum deep in my guts. Mix it with the other loads in me.”

    “Fuck, I will. I love your pussy. Honey, you have to try this. You have to get in this hole. And you have to let me get in yours! And you have to start fisting me. I want my pussy and asshole fisted. I love this wrecked hole.” She pulled her fist out. “Shit, it is blooming out!”

    “Double punch it back in bitch.” I said. “Yes, bitch. I am your bitch to fist, woman. Your cunt to fist.”

    Damn is she wasn’t the most frenzied fisting top I had ever know. She easily doubled my hole. I told them I was talking off my hood. They said OK. It made it so much easier to popper up, to huff, to feel the strength of the poppers make my hole seem to expand a grow as she worked it.

    “I love this baby, keep wrecking my hole.”

    “I will. But have to have my hubby feel what I feel.”

    Damn if it didn’t seem like his bigger hand just slipped in. And damn they were beautiful. I wanted this man in my cunt. Breeding me, fisting me. I had to see them again. And she was perfect, a perfect ass, a shaven pussy, and the kind of breasts I wish I had when I thought about having breasts, that moved when she moved. Then while her husband was in me, she moved over my face again. Damn.

    They seemed to be insatiable. He fucked me. He fisted me. The time ran on. She found my popper gas mask, asked me what it was, charged it, put it on me, and the two of them joined three hands together to see if they could get in my cunt. They worked it. They got in. They stopped. She said, “Push.” I did.

    “Fuck. “A fucking prolapse baby, I want you to give me one,” she said.

    “I will.” He said.

    I was fully gassed with poppers as they left. I wanted them in me, wanted someone in me. My hole has gaping. I wanted to be filled.

    The door opened again. The last guy. No hood on, I saw him, a black god. When he stripped he fed me his cock, huge, thick. I knew I could take it now. He paused to light a pipe. We shared it.

    “T OK man.”

    “Yes.”

    I felt the happy jolt, and a wave of lust washed over me.

    “Fuck me…”

    He fucked me with his horse cock. It had to 11 inches and thick like a beer can. I took. All that fucking and fisting and the kiss of T and I was flying. Just a piece of meat to fuck.

    “Man, you can take this monster. I love you.”

    “I love you, man.”

    He did. He loved my hole. The night ended with him jerking his cock in my hole. The T and the poppers. Perfect.

    While he was fuckin me, he asked me if I would be in town tomorrow night. I told him I would be. No doubt about that. I wanted this man.

    “Well, want to make plans?”

    “Sure.”

    “Here. 7 pm.”

    “A deal. Two other guys will here too, OK.”

    “Hot fuck, yes.”

    “The door will be open. Damn, I have had a good time tonight.”

    “How many?”

    “Five guys, a woman.”

    “Shit. Let me look at your cunt. Damn, you are fucking gaping. You like a woman in your hole?”

    “Yes.”

    “How about me?You want me big old fist?” And with that he just pushed in, finally stopped just short of his elbow.

    “Shit.” Let me have a few minutes in there.”

    As he fisted me, gently, warmly, almost sweetly, he said, “We’ll slam you baby. That OK?”

    “Fuck yes.”

    He switched to fucking me. The same sweetness. Then, he pulled out to jerk a final load in my mouth. I took what I could. He used his fingers to capture what had not gone into my mouth. Hs finger were gentle on my face. He fed me. I was in heaven. We kissed and kissed. He jerked my cock. A shot. He gathered my load and we shared it.

    “Tomorrow.”

    “Yes.”

    He left.

    I knew I had to confirm with those two guys, tell them that it would be three, and that T would be visiting… And I would be slammed. At last.

    Then it was 9 p.m. Time the call home.

    She started, “How are things honey, a long day?”

    “Yes, about ready to get to bed. The usual business meetings and sales calls. A boring work supper with three very dull people. Then here to call you and maybe watch some TV. Your day?”

    “I had fun tonight with Sissy and Deb. A lot of fun. I love being with them. There is something we have to talk about when you get home.”

    “O.K. What’s it about?”

    “The future. Well, sleep well.” Click.

    No, Love You. Or Sleep Well. She just hung up. I did not call back. It did not feel like there was an invitation to do that. Sissy and Deb. Sissy divorced. Deb divorced. Both with a new look. Hot. Butch.

    The future, I knew what my tomorrow would bring. Did the abrupt cut off of the call suggest something? Something I might like to hear? I hope so. Sissy and Deb.

    And, my pussy was so loose right now, oozing my juices and so many loads. A great night tonight in Hartford at the Super 8… and maybe after the last guy, it ought to be called the Super 11… And those sweet tits on the bitch who fisted me. I would see Super 11 and two more tomorrow night. They would like that bitch there, maybe.

    And those tits. Maybe I could get some. The talk, maybe I will be free to be me. I am young enough. My body is nice enough. What a slut I could be. What a slut I am. Maybe a whore. Maybe, just be me.

  • Uncle’s Boss Living Room Gangbang

    [26 May 1972] I woke up at 6:30 and went , naked, downstairs to the kitchen and started coffee. Uncle Mitch came into the kitchen while was brewing, mumbled a good morning, and smiled, “Nice to be prepared.” He massaged my hard-on, felt my balls and patted my ass. “You mind if we pick you up at three? I’d like to make sure you have time to shower and such.”

    I said sure, that’d be great and went up and showered and dressed for school. I didn’t even register the “we” part of the sentence.

    Uncle Mitch made breakfast and we talked about odds and ends, as usual. I reminded him that I had a party to work tomorrow night six to one. He asked how much I was making, and I said ten dollars an hour plus tips. It would be more, but I wasn’t sure I should tell him.

    The day went by quickly. At lunch Davis Ellermsn sat down by me and asked if I was ready for tomorrow. I said yes and asked him if he’d done any.

    “Three. I made almost five hundred the first time. That was January, and one of the guys said he broke $1000 at one of the December events”

    I told him I hadn’t done one of these but that I was looking forward to it, [and to dissuade any interest, added ] especially since I preferred men over 30]. He said he preferred 25 to 40. I asked how the wrestling was and he said it was Greco-Roman-WWF, but to make the holds sexy. And if Mr Gull challenged me put on a good show but always lose.

    The bell rang end of lunch and we went in to resume our Friday.

    At 3:00 I went out front to wait for Uncle Mitch and was surprised to see Mr. Drake standing in front of a gold and black thunderbird.

    I waved and walked down the steps and shook his hand. One of my buddies came up, whistled and asked if it was mine. I told him “I wish!”. Mr Drake smiled and said “Just work hard, boys. We’ve gotta go.” We climbed in and he pulled out.

    Once we’d left the school, he put his hand on my thigh and moved it up when I spread my legs.

    We drove in silence for a few minutes , Mr Drake feeling my leg , and my cock and balls. He pulled into the parking lot of a small church and parked near the lot exit. “I’m happy I got to pick you up. Before we go home though, suppose I asked you to suck my cock right now, right here.”

    I told him I’d do it after dark, when the church wasn’t busy, but I’d rather not do it right now.

    He nodded, “Good. I like to know limitations. Don’t ever hesitate to say you don’t want to do something.” he put his hand on my leg. “Now, what I wanted. I may have mentioned this already so bear with me. We have a quarterly conference, in August, November, February, and May , and a Christmas party in December. I know you’ve talked to Mr Evans about the one in August. What I’d like you to consider is working all four conferences and the Christmas party. And for the record you’d be working an unofficial party with 35 to 45 gay men, usually the day after but sometimes the day before the actual event.”

    I said I’d like to, but I’d have to give Mr Noguchi’s club preference.

    “Great!” Mr Drake smiled, “one more item. Do you think your uncle could handle a couple of rounds at the CockPit?”

    I confirmed it was a gay bar and said it might be difficult at first, but I thought he’d do it.

    Mr. Drake pulled out of the lot and headed for my home. We arrived at 4:00 and Mr Drake took responsibility for some of the lateness, saying that he’d got lost but also blaming traffic. And, really, no one would have challenged the story if he’d blamed a zombie horde for the delay.

    The three older men were wearing suits so after I showered and shaved et al, and sprayed cologne under my jaw near my ears , and in my pubic hair I dressed causal but nice. No jeans or sneakers. I dressed in dark blue briefs and slacks, a turquoise shirt and black deck shoes. We left at 5:00 for 5:30 reservations at a pricey steak house [paid for by the company]. We took Mr. Drake’s car, with him driving, Mr Evans in the passenger’s seat and Uncle Mitch and me in the rear seat.

    Dinner was excellent and the Black Russians [2] I had were smoother and a little more powerful than anything I’d had before. Mr. Drake told me “That is the difference between a well drink and an upper shelf drink.”

    We left the restaurant around 7:00, Mr Drake driving, Uncle Mitch in the passenger seat and Mr Evans and me in the rear seat. Mr. Evans was a thin blonde , 67″, 145 pounds with light body hair, trimmed pubic hair, an 8-inch, thick cock and shaved balls.

    Mr. Evans had his hand on my left leg, caressing and fondling my cock and balls. His right hand was lazily stroking his cock. He never looked at me all the way over.

    The CockPit was a medium sized bar with an oval counter that could seat a hundred people. There were two bartenders tonight: Ryder was tall with dark hair, moustache and goatee, tall and stocky and very hairy. Peter Jefferson [PJ] was average height , slim blond with no visible body hair. There were three cocktail waiters despite the small crowd. Mr. Drake told me Friday night started getting busy between 8:00 and 9:00 and started getting wild between 10:00 and 11:00.

    Mr Drake hadn’t brought us just to party, but also to get us acquainted with the bar and some of the men. The building itself was big. Entering from the front the south half was the large bar counter with CCTV screens mounted two on each side and one larger one above the entry. At the northern end of the bar was a stage and catwalk which ended 15 feet short of the bar counter. There was one row of seats around the stage and catwalk. Another large screen hung above the stage and could be lowered as needed. In the northwest corner was the entry to the restrooms. Between that and the stage was a door labeled “CCTV EMPLOYEES ONLY”. In the northeast corner was a big Wurlitzer, a locked door labeled PRIVATE, another large screen that could be raised and lowered, and the rest was tables and booths.

    Mr Drake took us to a table near the stage and, when a cocktail waiter came over, ordered our drinks and whispered to him. The cocktail waiter looked at me, smirked, surreptitiously took a folded bill, and went to get drinks.

    Mr. Drake patted my arm, “I want you to meet some of my friends.” I got the feeling that he was talking to me alone, but Uncle Mitch got up and joined us.

    Mr Drake took us to two tables. At the first were three men in their 40s to 50s, two of whom I recognized: Toni and Mr Sinclair from 9-Balls. Toni smiled, “Hey, baby! Long time!” And Mr. Sinclair smiled and said, “Hey there babe.” And all three exchanged greetings. Mr. Drake introduced me to the third man, Eddie Warners and added “No relationship to the brothers.”. Then he introduced my uncle and we excused ourselves. Mr. Drake asked me what I thought of Toni and I told him I thought he was sexy, but I couldn’t say why.

    Mr Drake took us across the room and to a table where two men were seated , talking. One of them, the older, looked familiar, though I didn’t think we’d met.

    Mr Drake greeted them, then introduced me as “Valtopia”, immediately winked at me and said, smiling, “Okay, just Val.” And he introduced “Mitch, Val’s lucky uncle”.

    Both men were wearing three-piece suits. The older one [early 50s], Conrad Croft [an alias], was 73″ tall, stocky with a pot belly, average body hair with light chest hair, short business -cut gray hair, 8.5-inch cock and average balls. Croft is the one I thought I recognized, and Mr Drake later told me he was a senator from another state. The other man [late 30s], Vince Verry [an alias], was 70″ tall, around 200 pounds, short business cut black hair, light body hair, shaved pubic and chest hair, a thick 7-inch cock and heavy balls.

    They were waiting for Mr Verry’s son, then they planned to try to find a fourth and go home for a long night. We said our good nights and headed back to our table

    By 8:30 Mr Drake and Uncle Mitch were on their second drink and Mr. Evans and I were on our third [mine courtesy of two men who came over to say hi and “to check out the new boy ” ] .

    The men were both in their early 40s and both were dressed casually. Samuel was 72″, blonde and grey, average build, light body hair, no chest hair, a 7″ cock and big balls. Randolph Paris was 68″, receding brown hair, muscular but not at bodybuilder level, light body hair with no chest hair and shaved pubic hair. An 8.5″ cock and average shaved balls.

    Samuel whispered to Mr Drake and Mr Drake told me to come with him. Uncle Mitch started to stand and Mr drake waved him down, “I want to speak to Val. Val, bring our drinks. “

    We went to an empty table. He finished his drink , waved a waiter over and ordered fresh for both of us. I asked if I’d done something wrong and he said no, “not you,” and shook his head.

    The drinks came and he raised his glass. We toasted, silently, and drank. He asked me if Mitch was always so smothering?

    “No, but the only other groups we’ve done together were , like, in close quarters or with only a couple others.”

    “it’s damned annoying.”

    “Yeah. I felt like he was keeping an eye on me.”

    “I’ll work on it.” He lit a cigarette. I said no when he offered one. “there are a few more men I want you to meet but not tonight. And I want you to get acquainted with the CC Room. Closed circuit camera. Are you open to next Friday?”

    I said that I was free that day and did he want to pick me up at home or somewhere else. He said he’d rather pick me up after school either at school or close by. So, we agreed he’d pick me up at school between 3:00 and 3:30 next Friday, 2 June.

    We returned to our table, where Uncle Mitch suggested we drink up and leave. It was barely 9:00, and I said as much and ordered another round for Mr Evans and Uncle Mitch.

    After the fresh drinks arrived , Mr Evans called for a toast to me and Uncle Mitch then he fondled my thigh, drank, and fondled my cock and balls.

    Mr. Drake excused himself and went to the front of the bar.

    Mr. Evans opened my slacks and pushed them past my ass [with some help from me]. Then he went back to roughly groping and fondling my cock and balls.

    Mr. Drake returned and sat beside me and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. He showed me a gold necklace with a gold “SLUT” charm. He put it on me and said, “Leave it on until we leave, hm?”

    Uncle Mitch got up and came over to Mr Drake and whispered to him. Mr Drake responded, normal voice, “Tomorrow is Saturday, Mitch. None of us has to be up early. Relax and enjoy yourself.”

    “It’s just, Val has a party tomorrow evening.” I pulled my slacks up and buckled my belt in anticipation of visiting Toni for a few minutes.

    I started to wonder if it was time to move to my own place. It must have shown on my face because Uncle Mitch stopped and looked down. “I’m clinging, aren’t I?”

    I nodded and Mr. Drake said yes.

    Uncle Mitch chuckled, “I only do this when I’m with someone at a party or functions not in my home. I’m fine at home. But my apologies and I’ll stop.”. He returned to his seat and a man wearing a striped western shirt, faded jeans , a turquoise studded belt and black cowboy boots stepped forward and said hello to Mr Drake and shook hands with him.

    Mason J Winthrop was 53, 70″,218 pounds, with a beer belly. He was bald, with a gray goatee but no moustache, light body hair, a 7-inch cock and big, shaved balls.

    He shook hands with Uncle Mitch, Mr Evans and me and we exchanged greetings.

    Uncle Mitch suggested Mr Evans join him at the pool table and they left.

    Mr. Winthrop bought a round and I finished my Black Russian. He caressed my thigh, felt my cock and balls. My shirt was still open. He ran his hand up my chest, over my nipples and down and he unbuckled my belt and slid his fingers beneath my briefs. “Nice , real nice. Suppose I decided to bend y’all over this table and fuck you?”

    “Oh, I’d love it, Mr Winthrop.”

    The drinks came. Mr Winthrop told the waiter to put a reservation flag here and that we’d be in the storage room.

    I closed my slacks up and Mr. Drake and I followed Mr Winthrop to, and through, the door marked PRIVATE.

    The room was cool, and the west wall was lined with beer cases, the north wall, from the west wall to an exit door with cases of liquor, and half the east wall with cases of wine. A military cot , an end table and a lamp were in the south east corner. And a midsize desk with a desk lamp, phone and leather secretary chair were in the center of the room.

    Mr Winthrop raised his glass and we drank a silent toast. He perched on the desktop. “Not the best place for an interview, but Mr. Drake was certain I’d wanta meet you. You ever done a double or gangbang?”

    I nodded, “I’ve done a few. I like them more than singles.”

    He raised his glass in a toast and we drank half of them. He got off the desk and took me around to the front of it, facing him, the crates and the exit door. He removed my shirt and laid it on the desk, squeezed my shoulders and ran his hands down my arms, to my hands and squeezed them lightly. He unbuckled my belt, opened my slacks and eased them past my hips. He looked me in the eyes, paused a beat, then yanked my slacks down and let them fall to the floor. “The more the merrier? Yeah, I like that answer.”

    He handed me my drink , told me to drink up and both of us drained our drinks. He picked up the handset, punched in three numbers and spoke, “Scotch rocks double and Black Russian. In the storage room.”

    Mr. Drake came closer, nursing his drink.

    Mr Winthrop opened his pants and shorts, opened the right desk drawer and took out a jar of lube.

    Mr Drake asked if he should help and Mr Winthrop asked him to lube me.

    Mr Winthrop lubed his cock and Mr Drake lubed my ass. Someone knocked. Mr. Winthrop called “Wait.”. Mr Drake wiped his hands with tissues. Mr Winthrop caressed my ass, spread my feet, spread my ass cheeks and told Mr Drake, “Okay” and Mr Drake headed for the door.

    Mr Winthrop nudged his cock into me a little and my semi-hard dick throbbed to fully erect life.

    Mr. Drake opened the door and one of the cocktail waiters entered the room.

    And Mr Winthrop slid his cock into my ass and started fucking me.

    The waiter took his time bringing Mr Winthrop his drink. Mr. Winthrop sipped it, smiled and nodded to me. The water brought my drink around, and I tasted it then nodded and said thank you. And I rolled my eyes, smiled and sighed as Mr Winthrop slowed his thrusts, withdrawing his cock almost to the head, and driving it in to the base .

    The waiter waved and left.

    Mr Winthrop asked Mr Drake if he “want[ed] some of this sweet ass?”. Mr Drake thanked him but told him he’d get his share a bit later.

    Mr Winthrop patted my ass, grabbed my hips and fucked me harder and faster.

    Mr Drake came around, took my glass and held it up so I could take a long sip.

    A few minutes later Mr Winthrop withdrew and patted my ass. “Stand up and turn around.”

    I did, and he asked Mr Drake to come over. Mr Winthrop stroked his cock and told me to “Get on [my] knees”. Mr Drake gently pushed me down. Mr. Winthrop tapped my cheek, “Open your mouth, nice and wide.”

    I barely started to do it when Mr Winthrop shot a long, thin stream of cum across my face. I opened my mouth, and he pushed his cock barely an inch in and another thicker burst filled my mouth and throat. He withdrew his cock, still stroking, and shot three small spurts onto my cheeks. Then he picked up the phone handset, said ordered refills. He took a box of wet naps out of the drawer and we cleaned up and dressed.

    Mr. Winthrop, Mr. Drake and I stayed in the storage room to discuss the CCTV and other possibilities without Uncle Mitch.

    The opening question: Was I looking for part time or full-time work after graduation. I told them I had three part time jobs lined up already: Mr. Noguchi’s clubs Tuesday and Thursday for starts and hopefully a weekend shift soon; work with Mr collier helping on shoots; Mr Gull’s monthly party. But I wanted to hear the pitch.

    Mr Winthrop explained “The CCTV is 90 percent members only. So, membership costs thirty-five dollars a year or four dollars a month . It includes a free-drink card that gives the member a free drink after six uses; access to the bar during the 2:00 am to 5:00 am Tuesday to Saturday and 10:00 am to 5:00 am Sunday / Monday members-only hours: CCTV entertainment and ability to rate, vote on and request scenarios; two free drinks on member’s birthday served by member’s chosen waiter outfitted in his “birthday suit” comprising deck shoes; and other potential perks.”

    I asked about the ten percent that wasn’t members only. “It’s advertising. We show thirty minutes twice a day featuring a striptease to a thong in one and soft-core sex in the other. Each ends with membership rewards and ask a server message.”

    He drank, then continued, “What I’m offering is a performer position with no minimum hours on either side. You’d get $50 for a two-hour CCTV appearance. You’ll get $2 an hour plus tips for cocktail waiter. We’ll provide outfits. That’s it.”

    It sounded good and I told him I would accept the waiter job. I’d also like the performer position but would have to talk to Mr Noguchi first. Mr Collier had suggested that performing at both venues using the same name could be a boost for both clubs. Introducing me as ‘from the Bare Toys Club’ or ‘appearing with the permission of the Bare Toys Club’. We all agreed and shook hands, and I promised to try to get an answer by next Friday.

    We sat and talked about clubs and bars in nearby states [during which I listened mostly] and movies and sex tales [without naming names] and left a few minutes before midnight

    Mr Drake drove, with me in the passenger seat, legs spread, and Uncle Mitch and Mr Evans in the back.

    We got home about 12:30 and as soon as we got inside, Uncle Mitch told me to go to the kitchen, strip, then get us a round.

    I poured my Black Russian and took my time removing my clothes and folding them over a chair. Once I’d stripped naked except for the SLUT necklace and charm , I made their drinks and refreshed mine and brought them to the living room. All three had stripped to the waist and there was a loop playing with two cops being seduced by a long-haired brunette suspect.

    I took the tray to Mr Drake first. He took a scotch water [all three men were drinking the same thing], sipped it and nodded toward Mr Evans. I served Mr Evans next and Uncle Mitch last. I took a swallow of my drink and put the tray and my drink on the coffee table.

    Mr. Drake sipped his drink, put it on the coffee table and joined me. He put his arm around my waist, asked how I was feeling and walked me closer to Mr Evans and Uncle Mitch. I smiled and said “Oh, just fine. How do I feel to you?” he chuckled and I added “I’m a little flighty but not quite drunk yet.” I giggled for no reason, “okay, a little drunk.”

    Mr. Drake opened his slacks and let them fall. He turned me to face him, opened my mouth and kissed me, shoving his tongue deep into me. Uncle Mitch joined us and Mr drake turned me toward him. Uncle Mitch kissed me. I resisted and he slapped my ass and told me to open my mouth.

    Mr. Drake moved my left hand into his briefs. I immediately started fondling his semi hard cock and his balls.

    Uncle Mitch slapped my ass again, I opened my mouth and he kissed me. Mr Drake licked my ear and sucked my earlobe. He stopped and told Mr. Evans to join in. Uncle Mitch held my head and licked my lips, kissed me and passed me om to Mr Evans. I had to release Mr Drake’s cock and he pushed his briefs down and let them drop.

    Mr Evans and Uncle Mitch dropped their slacks and briefs. Mr Drake moved behind me and slid his cock between my ass cheeks and squeezed and fondled my ass.

    Evans and Uncle Mitch took turns kissing me and pinching and licking my nipples. I fondled Uncle Mitch’s 7-inch cock and Mr Evans’ thick 8.5-inch cock.

    Mr Drake pushed me down a little and I continued down to my knees and licked Mr. Evans’ cock thoroughly , until it was soaked. I took about half of it into my mouth, eased it out, took a little more and sucked him for a couple minutes.

    I turned and licked and sucked Uncle Mitch’s dick, taking over half of it into my mouth and managed to take his cockhead into my throat . I sucked his cock for a couple minutes, turn and sucked Mr Evans for a few minutes. When l turned to attend to Uncle Mitch Mr. Drake was there, holding his cock out for attention.

    I licked it and sucked it for a few minutes then worked all three, stroking, licking and sucking.

    Mr. Drake stopped me after five minutes or so and helped me up and sent me to freshen drinks. I finished my drink while I made four fresh, then brought them in and passed them around.

    Mr. Drake came over behind me and held an open popper under my nose. I breathed in and that feeling of warmth and lust and an absolute need to be touched and not just touched but to be penetrated overwhelmed me. I pressed back into his cock , trapping it between his groin and my ass. It throbbed to full 9-inch erection. Uncle Mitch put his hard cock into my right hand and squeezed, whispered “just work it slow while I decide which hole to stuff first.”

    Mr Evans whispered to Mr Drake, and Mr Drake said “Yes.” They moved drinks to an end table, then moved the coffee table forward a few feet, out of the way.

    Mr. Evans got a lube jar off the projector table and lubed my ass thoroughly then lubricated Mr Drake’s cock. [Uncle Mitch told me that the next day.]

    Mr Drake gave me another popper shot and nudged his cock into my asshole. He told Mr Evans to “put this aside” [the poppers] grabbed my ass cheeks and slowly pushed his cock into my squirming ass.

    Mr. Evans fondled my balls and cock and, as Mr Drake started fucking me, began stroking my dick at roughly the same tempo. Uncle Mitch took his drink and stood near the couch, alternately watching me getting doubled by Misters Drake and Evans and watching the loops.

    Mr Drake held me by the shoulders and fucked me faster. Mr Evans knelt and squeezed harder, stroking in time with Mr Drake. Uncle Mitch took a good swallow of his drink and massaged his cock. He stepped closer to Mr Drake, watching him fuck me.

    Mr Drake slowed to a steady pace, fucking me with longer strokes.

    Mr. Evans opened his mouth just as I let out a little cry and, moaning, released a big load, almost all of which went into his mouth. He stuffed a few tissues into my hand and put my hand around my dick, then kissed me, swapping the cum in his mouth into mine. I swallowed and sucked and licked the cum off his tongue. He kept kissing me for a couple minutes, then took the cum drenched tissues from my hand and went into the bathroom and cleaned up.

    Mr. Drake withdrew and told me to lay om my back. I turned over and he grabbed my thighs and pulled me toward him. He spit on his cock and, looking at Uncle Mitch, thrust his cock into.my hole and returned to fucking me hard.

    Mr Evans returned and took one of the round cushions off the couch and propped it under my back. He motioned Uncle Mitch over and they had a brief, whispered, conversation.

    Mr Drake fucked me faster. The slap of flesh against flesh almost as arousing as the feeling of his cock filling me.

    Mr. Evans knelt on my left and turned my head to face him. He patted my cheek with his cock. I opened my mouth and he slipped it in and began to mouth -fuck me as I started sucking it.

    Mr Drake stage-whispered “Fuck! Ah you hot little bitch you” and sped up and shortened his strokes and started cumming with two short bursts followed by a huge load!

    Uncle Mitch knelt to my right side. Mr Evans withdrew and went to the end table and finished his drink.

    Mr Drake withdrew and joined Mr Evans at the end table. He asked what Mr Evans thought of me, and they left the room.

    Uncle Mitch handed me my drink and told me to drink up. I did and felt it. I’d been floating between very buzzed and mildly drunk because the sex had burned off some of the liquor as the night , and morning, had progressed. Draining the remainder of my drink, a little over two shots, slid me into the drunk category.

    Uncles Mitch told me to “come here” and I stood up. He put his arm around my shoulders and guided me to the left side of the sofa and bent me over the back. He told me to stay there and left the room.

    He returned around five minutes later with refills. He drank half of his, put it on the coffee table and brought my drink and the lube over.

    Uncle Mitch held my Black Russian to my lips. I straightened up and opened my mouth and he poured, slowly, half the drink into my mouth and down my throat. He caressed my ass, slapped it, then ran his hand down my left leg and pushed my thigh forward, “Just move this knee up on the sofa, buddy.”

    I listened to the sound of him lubricating his cock, my lips dry, my dick throbbing to life.

    And I sighed as he eased his 7-inch cock into my ass and proceeded to fuck me.

    Mr. drake and Mr Evans returned, discussing a Memorial Day barbecue. Mr. Evans asked, “do you want to try to use Val for Memorial Day?”

    Mr Drake shook his head, “Not this time. I’d love to but it’s short notice and he’d probably try to accommodate anyway. He’s got to learn to say ‘no’ or ‘no but I can do it such date’. Maybe for Independence Day though.”

    Uncle Mitch fucked me with quick, short strokes. He slowed down and whispered, “try to do both,” and sped up again.

    Mr. Evans took the glasses and announced he was getting drink refills. I thought about deferring but I’d been more drunk a few times and I was at home. So, what the hell. I squirmed and called out thank you!

    Mr Drake came over and held his semi-hard cock against me lips. I bent over more and licked and sucked it.

    Uncle Mitch slowed down and fucked me in longer strokes.

    Mr Evans came in with fresh drinks. He placed the refills for Uncle Mitch and me on the end table nearest us. Mr Drake patted my cheek and withdrew, then he and Mr Evans took theirs closer to the projector where they drank and talked, occasionally looking over at Uncle Mitch and me.

    Uncle Mitch sped up. He held my left arm and wrapped his right arm around my right thigh.

    Mr. Evans and Mr Drake talked softly, watching us, Mr Evans casually stroking Mr Drake’s cock.

    Uncle Mitch huffed, slowed, whispered epithets, “Come on baby… so hot…fucking … little…hottie bitch…”

    Mr Evans whispered to Mr Drake. Mr Drake shrugged and nodded, looking at me.

    Uncle Mitch let out a harsh cry and shoved his cock in deep and shot his load, withdrew and released two more spurts across my ass. He patted my ass, said “Fucking nice,” and went into the bathroom to clean up.

    It was pushing three and I was getting a second wind. Uncle Mitch was crashing and when he came back said he was heading for bed, “Feel free to stay the night and sleep on the couch and sofa. Val will accommodate you, won’t you, buddy.”. He didn’t wait for an answer.

    After he left, I got my drink and sat in the center of the couch and spread my legs wide.

    Both men came over. Mr Drake sat to my left and Mr Evans to my right. He put two fingers against my lips. I kissed them and licked them. He withdrew them and moved up to the back of the couch, patted my lips with his erect cock and said softly, “Suck my cock, honey. Suck it real nice.”

    Mr Drake ran his hand up my thigh, over my balls, my cock, up my belly, sternum and my chest.

    Mr Evans fucked my mouth slowly.

    Mr Drake twisted and pinched my nipples, brushed my half-hard dick and moved and turned me closer to Mr Evans.

    Mr Evans withdrew, smiling tightly, and stroked his cock slowly. “My balls, nice and wet.”. I start to lick them slowly, but he interrupted, “Best to hurry, sweetie. Don’t make me cum in my hand instead of your mouth.”

    I sped up and he said. “Very good” after a couple minutes and pushed his cock carefully into my mouth. I’d cut it close though. Only seconds after he started fucking my mouth again, he sped up and a minute later he came in my mouth and throat.

    He cleaned up, then Mr Drake, then I and we returned to the couch.

    Mr Drake asked, “Do you know what a circle jerk is?”. I told him I’d never done one, but I knew it was a group of guys in a circle jerking off.

    He smiled, “Ours is a little different. ” He ran his hand up my thigh, fondled my cock and balls. Then he yawned and suggested we hit the sack, “We have to be going by ten and you’ve got work tomorrow.”

    He had a point. We said goodnights and went to bed.

    Tomorrow sounded interesting.

    😁 Val


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  • My step-dad – a pornstar?

    About 2 years ago, my mom met Alex. He was a nice guy, he got two sons of his own and got along with my siblings as well. After some time dating, they had decided to move in. They decided to move to our home because it was a bit bigger. I had already left for university, so my room was given to his sons.  So, the time had gone on, the relationship even more stable, so they decided to get married. After that, they decided to start their new lives in a new home. They had saved up a bit of money to get enough rooms for the children and the shared spaces as they were quite cramped in their old place.

    I was on autumn break, so I came over to help them with the moving. Once everything was in the new home, Alex gave me some boxes of stuff.

    “Why don’t you go through these old boxes? They’ve been sitting in the attic for a long time, and I don’t need that stuff anymore. But maybe you can find something for yourself, I think there are some clothes and other shit from my young days in there,”My step-dad – a pornstar? he laughed and walked off to get to other things.

    I set the boxes aside and helped with putting in the furniture.

    In the evening, when everyone was tired of moving and getting ready to go to bed, I got to the boxes. I loved wearing vintage clothes, so I was excited to, hopefully, get some. The first few boxes were just clothes. Luckily, Alex used to be about my size when he was younger, so the clothes fit me pretty well. I also found some of his underwear. I have to admit that many of the styles were quite racy, some being high cut and others being basically thongs. After scouring through those boxes, I came to the ones that were filled with other objects, like vinyl records and CDs, posters, figurines.

    Next, I opened a box that was smaller than the rest. It was filled with many paper packages. I took one of them out. It was sort of like a thick envelope, it wasn’t glued shut, just folded. I opened it up and took out its contents. They were photographs. In the first one, there was a man, I assumed it was Alex since it sort of looked like him, but he had definitely changed from that time. He was just standing in a room, wearing a white tank top and short shorts. I thought nothing of it and put under the stack to look at the next picture. It was pretty much the same picture only the pose was changed a bit. In the one after that, he had taken off his top. He had a hairy chest, but it wasn’t too noticeable as he was blonde. The next picture was with him posing just in his high cut undies. Is this an erotic shoot? I thought to myself. A part of me was thinking that I should just put it all away, but the other half was staring at his giant bulge and hoping that the undies are coming off in the next pic. I looked on. He was still in that sexy pair of underwear, just a different pose. The next few were pretty much the same. Then came to some pictures with him turned around, his ass was big and firm, I would be lying if I’d say that I didn’t feel aroused by what I was seeing. And the long-awaited nude picture. I gasped when I saw it. The dick was huge. The first thought that came to my mind was that it must have been photoshopped. It was too massive to be real. Then again, I wasn’t sure if they had such a thing back then… I looked on. My eyes were locked to his cock. He was just soft in those pictures, and he was much bigger than me when I was hard. I wondered if his sons had such a great gift too between their legs. Then the pictures showed him starting to jerk off. The cock in his hand got girthier with each photo.

    Unconsciously, my mouth started watering, and I realised I had a full hard-on. In one photo, Alex had pressed his dick against his stomach, and it reached past his belly button. I was amazed by how gigantic it was. Was it just as big now? Cause, in that case, my mom is one fortunate lady! I couldn’t resist the urge any longer I took the stack of pictures and got to my bed, undressed and started stroking my cock. Fuck! His dong was huge, I still couldn’t believe it. A few photos forward, he had changed his position and was now showing his ass. Okay, I thought, must have been a thing back then. Hot! It was hairy and sweaty, I couldn’t have minded giving it a few licks, having a taste of his manliness. The other photos were again with him being hard and jerking off. I felt that I couldn’t hold it in much longer and started beating faster. Lots of cum shot out of my dick, all over my body, bed and the pictures. Shit! I thought to myself but then realised that he didn’t need them anyway, so it didn’t really matter.

    I went over the box. I wanted to empty it and hide all of its contents, as I was pretty sure that my step-dad hadn’t wanted me to find them. After taking out a few of the packages with photos, I noticed something else under them, they were VHS tapes. Fuck! Even though I rarely watched straight porn, I had to see him in action. It does seem a bit weird looking back at it, but back then I was all horned up and didn’t care that he was my step-father.The only place where I could watch VHS tapes was the living room. I made a plan of watching them tomorrow when everyone is at work or school. Since not all states had fall holidays at the same time, my siblings had to go to school, while I was on break.

    The next morning I woke up around 10 o’clock in the morning. I had a raging hard-on, so I decided to put it to use. I grabbed a few cassettes and ran downstairs to the living room. I put one of the tapes in the player and plopped down on the couch. A title popped up: “Alexander’s and Brad’s secret fun!” Oh damn! I thought to myself, this must be a threesome. To my surprise, the next scene was of two guys making out, I assumed that one of them was Alex and the other Brad, but I wasn’t sure why.

    “I want you to fuck me so bad!” Brad whispered in between their kisses.

    Only then did it dawn on me that this was a gay porno. The pictures showing off his ass hole weren’t a trend back then, and this won’t be a threesome.

    After some kissing, Alex sat down on the bed and undid his pants, the other guy proceeded with pulling them off, revealing his massive soft cock.

    “It’s so big!” the guy said in joy.

    It was big, in fact, I’d call it massive. The guy took the dick in his hand and put his mouth on the tip. He started sucking it, the cock grew harder and was accompanied by a few soft moans by Alex. I turned the volume up, the groans echoed through the half-empty home. It felt so arousing, sitting in the middle of the living room, watching my step-dad getting sucked and his moans going rough the whole house. I started stoking my dick, going slowly, mimicking Brads movements. Then they switched positions, now brad was on the bed, and Alex was behind him, rimming his ass hole. I put two of my fingers on my hole and slowly rubbed it, it felt amazing.

    “Hey, stud! Enjoying the show?” I suddenly heard a voice behind me. It was Alex, I instinctively wanted to reach for the remote, but it obviously was too late.

    “Uh…” I nervously laughed.

    “Do you want to experience first hand?” he leaned forward, so our heads were at an equal level.    

    I was shocked, I didn’t know what to answer. What about mom, she wouldn’t like it if I’d do that…    

    ‘Come on, boy, I know you want it, nobody will know,” he whispered in my ear.

    “Okay,” I answered, knowing it wasn’t the best choice I’ve made.

    He went around the sofa. He was already naked, his enormous cock, semi-erect. In real life, it appeared even longer than in the pictures. I turned to my side, he lifted my legs and ass and put his tongue to work. I let out a moan, his tongue felt so good on my ass hole. He went front to back and in circles, before going inside of me. I had never thought that rimming would bring so much pleasure and I knew that there was more in store for me. The image on the TV changed. They were getting ready for penetration. Alex put me down and took a condom he had thrown on the coffee table earlier. He slid it on and put the tip of his dick against my asshole. I would feel his girth, I imagined how it would feel when it enters me, the pain and pleasure of it. And then it happened, he pushed himself inside of me. It made my whole body shiver and let out a long and loud moan. And it didn’t stop, his dick continued sliding in me.

    “Oh, fuuuck…” I moaned.

    He started pulling it out, which made me feel a whole another set of emotions. He started moving faster, making his movements shorter, but still as enjoyable. Then he leaned forward, so he was above my face and went down for a kiss. His stubble was rubbing against my face, our tongues connected, I felt like I was in a dream. Suddenly he rammed his cock balls deep inside of me. The sensation was so intense that it made my eyes pop open and start to tear up and make me have the loudest moan ever. I grabbed my cock and started jerking it. The pleasure was indescribable. I pulled away from my face and pulled my legs, so he could go deeper and faster. I was moaning like crazy, I felt the cum coming. With another loud moan, I shot 4 spurts of thick, white jizz, all over me. I had never before hit my face with cum, some even made it into my open mouth.

    “You’re so fucking hot!” he whispered to me and gave me the last few thrusts, before cumming inside of me. I felt his cock twitch a few times and then release his cum inside of me. He pulled out and came over to my head.

    “Wanna taste it?” he said with a big grin.

    I took his cock in my mouth, it had the pleasant taste of cum. I went down as deep as I could a few times, but of course, I couldn’t reach all the way, so I took his dick out of my mouth and licked the rest of it. Meanwhile, he scooped my cum with his finger and put it in my mouth.

    “Too bad I didn’t meet you before your mother…” He grinned and walked off to one of the rooms. I later realised that the room right next to the living room was his office and he was working from home.

  • My Father the Bodybuilder

    “Ugh,” Doug Frasier grunted to himself as he placed the weight bar on stand above his head.  “Whew, that last set just about did me in.” 

    “That was nearly 250 pounds, Dad; that’ll add some more definition to your pecs,” said his son Mark, who was standing behind the weights with his legs straddling both the bench and his father’s head.

    The older man looked upward from his prone position staring directly at his son’s crotch which bulged against gray workout shorts.  Doug considered the tube-shaped mold of the young man’s cock, mentally comparing it with his own, before rising from the bench. “Well that does it for me today,” he said.  With the first movement from his father, the younger man moved his straddling leg to stand aside.

      Doug retrieved a towel from the foot of the bench to begin wiping his naked muscular body, now covered in sweat from the workout.  Wearing only a thin, ragged jock strap, the round shape of his balls and the prominent bulge of his cock were loosely confined within the pouch.  Wiry brown pubic hairs peeked from the edges of the old jock, its shape stretched from years of washing and wearing.  Turning to face his son he said, “Have you finished too?”

    “Yeah, Dad, I’ve done enough for today.”  Mark Frasier, who at eighteen was Doug’s only child, had begun retrieving several items left about the floor and returning them to their proper place in the small home gym.  Wearing sweat stained gray gym shorts and a white t-shirt, Mark was clad more modestly than his father.  Unlike his father, he wore no confining support underneath his shorts; therefore dark sweat spots only emphasized the prominent bulge along his leg. 

    On his way out of the room, the eldest of the pair paused to inspect himself in a full-length wall mirror.  After some observation he began performing the well-practiced flexes and poses of body building competition.   Like the competitor that he was, Doug’s interest in his own body and its muscle groups was nearly obsessive.    

    Mark paused from his clean-up to watch as his father flexed his biceps and chest while he posed before the mirror.  For reasons that he kept to himself, he secretly got pleasure from watching his father in moments like these.

    Eventually Doug left the mirror and continued across the room to an adjoining bathroom with a washing machine and drier at one end and at the other an open shower.  Stopping in the doorway, he watched as his son continued to move about the room. At eighteen the teenager was taller and leaner than his father. 

    Doug’s attention was on the developing muscles of his son’s body.  He watched with a critical eye so that, even though he felt pride in his son, he still felt a flicker of envy at the boy’s flesh and its unmistakable sheen of youth.  After a minute, he turned from the doorway to strip off his jock strap and toss it into a hamper beside the washing machine.  The gesture was finalized with a few tugs to loosen his ball sack and stretch his sizeable penis. 

    “Do you have school work tonight, Mark?” he asked, returning to stand in the doorway while unconsciously pulling on his foreskin, an old habit of his. 

    The younger man, long accustomed to seeing his father nude about their house, including seeing his penis in various states, turned and replied, “No Dad, I got everything finished in last period study hall.”  Mark was ending his last year of high school.

    “Good,” replied his dad, “How about dinner at Frank’s Pizza tonight?” 

    “Sounds good to me,” the boy turned to respond in time to see his father turn to step out of the doorway toward the shower.  Very shortly he heard the sound of running water spraying against his father’s body.

    Finished restoring order to the room, Mark stepped into the bath room and began stripping from his own clothes, tossing each piece in the washing machine.  Once naked, he reached down to retrieve what clothes were in the hamper, including his father’s sweaty jockey strap.  He threw them all into the machine before adding soap and starting the wash cycle. 

    His father spoke to him, “Henry Davis mentioned at the gym the other day that he was impressed with your muscle development.  He wanted to know if you were going to be entering junior competition soon.”  Doug owned and managed a local gym and was a well-known area body builder. 

    Mark stood watching his father shower while he pondered the question.  He was not sure that he would be comfortable with a room full of men and women, including Henry Adams, staring at him while he strutted about wearing only a skimpy posing brief.  This was the kind of public attention that his dad relished in, but not him. 

    While thinking of this prospect, he watched while the older man lathered soap over his broad chest before lowering his motions to bathe the firm and ripped abdominals.   He watched as his dad concentrated his soaping on his six-pack then moved his hands to begin vigorously lathering his gentiles.  In full view of his son, the older man stripped back the foreskin of his penis, cupped his hand around the shaft and soaped the head.  Afterward he turned to allow water to stream over his body, washing the lather from his front-side. 

    Relishing in the sight and proud of his ruggedly handsome father, the younger man mentally compared his own slender build against his father’s.  Eventually he responded to the idea of his entering competition, “I think that I need to put on a lot more muscle before I start that.” 

    “That’s your opinion,” replied his father, while the shower sprayed over his back, “at your age definition is more important than bulk, and you’ve definitely got that.” 

    Ignoring the comment, the Mark stepped toward the shower, extended his hand and asked, “Do you want me to wash your back?”

    With a grunt for a reply, the older man passed the soap to his son and turned toward the spray, exposing his naked back.  Mark soaped his hands then began slowly rubbing both palms over his father’s wide muscular shoulders before moving across his lats and sides then down to the narrow waist. 

    “What do you think of that new guy that I hired at the gym?” his dad changed the subject while his back was being soaped.  He bent slightly at the waist exposing his butt to his son’s soapy ministrations.

    “Tony?” Mark replied, leaning forward slightly as his hands rubbed over his dad’s firm, round buttocks, first one then another.  The young man felt a slight thrill when, with his fingers, he massaged each muscle.  “Your glutes have gotten a lot firmer since you increased your squats, Dad,” he said. 

    “Yeah, I can tell,” Doug replied.  Then he returned to the subject of the new man.  “Do you like him?”

    “What do you mean by ‘like him’?” Mark answered as he began brushing shower water over his dad’s shoulders and down his back side, sweeping away the soap.  “Does it matter whether I like him or not, you hired him not me;” the son replied then added, “If he’s doing his job I guess he’s okay.”  Mark hadn’t warmed to the young man the few times they had worked a shift together.  For reasons unknown to the teen, he found him annoying. 

    Dropping the subject of the new employee, his father said, “Turn around and I’ll do your back now.” 

    Mark began to feel the firm rub of his dad’s hands gently squeezing the muscle over his shoulders and then down his back.  As he enjoyed his father’s firm touch, he had to consciously resist the sensual reactions his body was having.  Despite his efforts, his cock became slightly swollen. 

    “I think what I’m asking,” Doug said as he finished soaping his son’s backside, “I’m asking if you think the guy is gay, and if you like him, you know,” he paused when he finished washing son’s back, “that way.”  As he stepped from the shower to fetch a towel for himself, Doug glanced to notice his son’s enlarged penis. 

    “Oh,” Mark replied, while spreading shampoo into his hair, “by ‘that way’ you mean do I want to suck his dick?”  He paused while waiting for his father to react to the frank comment.

    “Now Mark,” Doug replied, spreading his legs to pat the towel around his genitals, “I don’t care what you do with another guy, you know that.  I was just curious if you found him attractive,” he paused before continuing, “you know, in a sexual way.  But mainly I am just curious if you think he’s gay.”

    While Mark leaned backward to rinse soap from his hair, he intentionally thrust his hips forward so that his cock and balls were pushed outward from his body towards his father. “Well,” he continued, “if you mean do I think he’s hot, the answer is ‘yes’.  If you mean, do I think he’s son-in-law material for you, probably not.  After all, you always told me not to marry the help.  ‘Fuck ‘em, but don’t marry ‘em’, you always say,” he joked while dancing to avoid the towel his father swiftly snapped toward his naked legs.

    Doug and his son had no reservations over practicing nudity when together in their home.   They told themselves that the fact that they often showered together after joint work outs was just another aspect of the comfort they felt around each other. 

    Over the years, Doug had encouraged what he considered age-appropriate frankness on the subject of sex.  Therefore, when his son began exhibiting a complete lack of interest in women, and more than common interest toward men, it was the father who introduced the subject of his son’s possible homosexuality. 

    At first unsure and shy about the subject, Mark eventually became comfortable with openly discussing his developing sexuality with his dad.  Growing up with a father who was an avid competitive body builder had exposed him to the subject of men’s bodies.  It had been an interest in physical development that had segued into the son’s first arousals toward other men. 

    However, it still took the recent interest of one of his dad’s body building students to introduce Mark to the adult world of sex. 

    Part 2

    Reuben Hinojosa was a 26 year old body builder training for the state championships when he hired Doug as his coach.  Mark had just started his last semester in public school when Reuben moved into their house to become a student-in-residence of his father’s. 

    Returning from school one day, Mark found a stranger in his house talking with his dad.  Even though the newcomer was wearing gym shorts and a tight t-shirt, which emphasized his sculpted chest and stomach, it was the deep brown eyes that captured Mark when they were introduced.  When they shook hands, the man had also flashed a brilliant white smile, and the younger man could feel his stomach fluttering with excitement.  Unconsciously he had continued clasping the newcomer’s palm long after their greeting had ended.

    Noticing his father’s expression caused Mark to finally release his grasp.  During this exchange, the grin on Reuben’s face had only increased. 

    “Well,” Doug had stammered, apparently at a loss for words from what had just transpired between the new man and his son, “Reuben will, ah,” he hesitated, “be will be staying in the room next to yours for a few weeks.  You’ll have to share the hall bathroom.”  He directed the comment to Mark then added with a inquiring look on his face, “I hope that’s okay with you, son.”

    Mark found himself breaking into a wide smile as he continued to look at Reuben while responding to his father, “Yeah, excellent,” he paused before adding, “It’ll be fine with me.”  A sudden wave of self-consciousness swept over him and he felt certain that he had just made an idiot out of himself. 

    After a prolonged awkwardness between the three men, Doug broke the silence by saying, “Reuben, let’s show you the gym where you’ll work out and discuss the schedule you’ll be on.”  He turned and began walking through the house toward the gum.

    In the process of following Doug, Reuben paused slightly to take a long glance backward at the young man, punctuated by another of his brilliant smiles.  He was greeted by a blushing red face.  “We’ll be talking again soon.”  Then he added in a whisper, “It’s really nice meeting you,” before he pursed his lips to blow a slight kiss towards Mark.  . 

    The young body builder walked away leaving Mark engulfed in a torrid sea of shock and unexpected feelings.  He realized that he was shaking both internally and externally. 

    Over the next days, school activities kept Mark busy and away from home.  He also worked part-time at this father’s gym, so he saw Reuben infrequently and never when they were alone.  His father’s regime for the body builder was strict and thorough. 

    On the following weekend, as Mark returned home after a morning at work, the men had their next encounter.  Wanting to use the bathroom, Mark entered his house and proceeded to the hallway where the bathroom that had been his alone was located.  Momentarily forgetting that there was someone else in the house, he abruptly opened the door and was greeted by a masculine, “Hey.” 

    Standing in the room, bent over with his foot on the edge of the tub, Reuben was in the act of drying one of his feet after a shower.  Mark couldn’t utter an apology for the interruption as he was so stunned by the sight of a very naked Reuben in all of his grandeur, his pale olive skin glistening.  “Wow,” he heard himself mutter, “You’re looking good.” 

    Reuben stood upright while dropping the hand holding the towel to his side.  The same smile that had stunned Mark on their first meeting erupted across his face.  “My goodness, Mark,” he spoke in a low, soft voice, “you do have a way of entering a room.” 

    Mark attempted to stammer an apology even though, with his eyes, he absorbed the sight of Reuben’s stunning, muscular body, completely shaved except for the hair on his head.  Though he had seen other men nude, including the many times he’d seen his father, he had never seen a man who was so beautiful and who was also making no attempt to cover himself from Mark’s intense gaze. 

    Below a massive neck, the man’s bulging deltoids and pectorals stood out like sculpted marble.  Down his abdominal muscle a six pack of muscle rippled like waves on a smooth sea.  Massive thighs defined his sculpted legs.  Reuben, who was accustomed to the appreciative looks of others, stood impassive.  After a minute of standing exposed to the younger man, Reuben began to laugh.  Glancing downward at his body, the upward lift of his cock was becoming obvious.  With this sight, Mark felt an explosion within his chest followed by a strong filling in his cock, which was now pressing outward on the legs of his jeans. 

    “Well Mark,” Reuben said while dropping the towel and reaching with the now free hand to lightly touch the swollen head of his penis, “it looks like we do have something in common.”  Stepping toward Mark he reached past the young man’s shoulder to close the bathroom door.  “We wouldn’t want your Dad to find us like this would we?” 

    “He…he’s at the gym,” Mark stumbled, “I just left him there.  He’ll be home later tonight.” 

    Reuben now stood so close to Mark that the gasping from their hard breathing collided in the space between their mouths.  Though he was the taller of the two, Mark felt Reuben’s cock press against his crotch.  He was exhilarated by the feel; however, he could only continue to stand speechless waiting for Reuben to take the lead. 

    “I haven’t done much like this,” he said finally, to be greeted by the press of the older man’s full, soft lips against his.  Abruptly wrapped in an embrace by the muscled arms of the man, Mark stood leading against the door attempting to respond to his kisses while his breath raggedly raged in his chest. 

    Reuben stepped backwards and began lifting Mark’s t-shirt upward, pulling it over his head and free from his arms.  He looked with admiration at the smooth, developing chest of the young man.  “You are something else, Mark,” he uttered.  He allowed his fingers to linger over the protruding nipples, giving them a slight twist.  The teenager responded with a visible tremble.

    Then reaching for the boy’s belt, he added “Let’s see what else you’ve got here,” and with that he unbuttoned the Mark’s jeans, stooping as he pulled them down his legs followed by the underwear.  Freed of his clothing, Mark’s raging pole sprang upward along his body.

    “Whew,” Reuben said accompanied by a faint whistle, “take a look at the size of that.”  He began lightly running his fingers over the hard erection.  With the man’s touch Mark had to struggle to resist the collapse he felt in his trembling knees.

    Reuben helped him step form his pants and underwear and then out of his shoes and socks.  Standing, he pressed his naked body against Mark’s and their lips met again.  Mark felt Reuben’s tongue begin to dart between his lips and flutter against his own.  Strong hands grabbed at his buttocks as the two men ground their hips into each other’s.  Hard cocks rubbed back and forth.   Mark felt fingers press into his fleshy butt cheeks.  He felt as though he was about to be pressed through the door. 

    “Wait,” he said, pushing Reuben away from his body.  “Let’s go into my room; we can be more comfortable in a bed.”

    Opening the bathroom door, the two men, their bodies naked and now slick with sweat from their passion, quickly crossed the hall and dove into Mark’s bed  Their arms wrapped around each other.    

    Rolling to get on top, Reuben pinned Mark’s arms back on the bed while he ground his cock into the teenager’s stomach.  “You’ve got a big piece of meat boy,” Reuben whispered.  “I think I’m going to have to do some sucking on it for a while.”

    Then he slid down Mark’s body to take hold of the swollen rod.  Lifting it vertical from Mark’s flat stomach, the muscular man began to lick upward along the blood filled shaft until reaching the purple swollen head.  With his tongue he began tracing around the ridge of the head as Mark twisted and moaned beneath him. 

    After several minutes of this stimulation Reuben abruptly took the cock head into his mouth and began sucking.  Soon he had the entire shaft into his mouth cavity. 

    “Oh god,” Mark shouted in response. 

    Assaulting the younger man’s inflated penis with his mouth, Reuben lifted Mark’s legs upward until they could rest on his shoulders.  Using his thumb from his right hand, he began gently rubbing against the young man’s now exposed anus while continuing to suck harder on the cock.

    “Oh please, Reuben, please, I don’t know how long I can stand this,” Mark shouted.

    Removing his mouth from the throbbing cock, Reuben dove lower with his tongue to begin licking over the younger man’s scrotum, gently sucking the skin between his lips.  He moved to the balls, taking each one at a time into his mouth to gently suck on like a prized egg.  At the same time his thumb pressed firmly against Mark’s puckered hole, pressing downward against the sphincter muscle.

    Mark began twisting his body agonizingly in response to the stimulations.  With his fingers wrapped through Reuben’s hair, he arched his back in an effort to spread the intensity throughout his body. 

    “Reuben,” he soon gasped, “Let me suck your cock; I never have done that before.” 

    With a sudden switch of his body, Reuben reversed over Mark without taking his mouth from the stiff pole.  Reuben’s own swollen prick was now pointed downward over Mark’s face.  Without hesitancy, the younger man opened his mouth to clasp on the big cock. 

    Both men vigorously sucked on each other, their moans muffled in each other’s crotch.    Reuben’s head thrust up and down on Marks rod vigorously until the young man beneath him began to groan aloud. 

    Reuben’s cock plunged down into Mark’s mouth intensely, matching the rigor of the young man’s sucking.  Mark clutched Reuben’s buttocks, pressing them downward to force the cock deeper into his mouth. 

    Reuben felt Mark’s body stiffen and he held his breath in anticipation of the flood to come.  Suddenly, with muffled screams from the teen, projectiles of semen began pulsated through Mark’s cock erupting into Reuben’s mouth.  With his tongue, the man began savoreng the strong, salty taste. 

    Reuben rode his hips downward feeling Mark’s lips close tight around his thrusting cock.  Once cum began shooting into Mark’s mouth, he could hear Reuben moaning with each discharge of the thick fluid.  Both men lay writing on the bed, their mouths attached to each other’s hard cocks, as in a mid-air fuel exchange.

    Eventually they each slowed their sucking and slowly broke apart.  Each began placing tender kissed over the other’s deflating gentiles. 

    Reuben spoke first.  “Are you sure that was your first time?  You were doing some expert sucking down there.”

    Mark gave an embarrassed laugh.  “Yeah,” he began, “it was the first time with someone older,” he paused, unsure of how to explain himself.  “A couple of friends from school and I have messed around, you know.  But never anything like what we just did.”

    Curious for more explanation, Reuben pressed to boy to tell him more. 

    “What did you do with them?’ he asked. 

    “Well,” Mark answered slowly, “you know, we stroked each other and played around a bit,” hesitating he added, “I guess.”

    “You mean nobody has sucked you off before,” the body builder bluntly asked.  The younger man nodded and added, “I haven’t sucked anyone either.”  Then he added, “I guess I need more practice.”

    As he lay staring at Reuben’s penis and balls, now hanging from his crotch soft, Mark reached with his hand to take the limp dick in his fingers.  He watched with fascination as it began to slowly inflate. 

    Reuben leaned up on one arm and looked downward toward Mark and said with a smile, “It looks like we have some more practice for you.” 

    Part 3

     “I’ve gotten the last load of towels in the dryer,” said Tony, the new employee as he approached the desk where his boss stood working.   Doug Frasier looked up from his business of closing the books on the day’s activity at his gym to see the short, stocky, handsome young man standing across the counter from him grinning.  “Do you want me to do anything else while I’m waiting for the towels to finish?”

    Watching the beaming young man, obviously anxious to please, Doug quickly appraised the boy’s well developed pectorals pushing through his tight t-shirt, their nipples showing distinctly against the thin fabric. 

    “No,” Doug replied while his eyes continued to scan him.  Tony had only recently begun working at the gym, but his physical development reflected several years of weight lifting while in high school.  “Why don’t you go ahead and leave for the evening.  I will finish the towels before I close up.” 

    “I don’t mind staying,” Tony replied.  “In fact, if you don’t mind, I might spend some time in the sauna while I’m waiting.”  Doug replied that would be fine with him and then, with his eyes, followed his employee as he headed toward the locker room with the nearby sauna.  Doug found himself consciously noticing the movement of Tony’s rear end.  He also felt a growing sensation of throbbing in his groin at the sight.

    Doug was not unfamiliar with these feelings.  After adulthood spent in the world of body builders, he was comfortable around gay men and knew that he could occasionally appreciate a man’s body.  Recently, however, he seemed to be becoming more aware of his urges.  And the recent hire of Tony seemed to have incited these feelings even more. 

    Putting away his work, Doug soon followed the young man into the locker room.  He could hear water spraying in the shower.  Looking into the tiled room he saw a naked Tony, his body arched backward facing the shower head while spray hit his face and body.  The bend of his back emphasized the rounded cheeks of the young man’s ass.  Suddenly, the familiar feel and sight of another’s young man’s butt imposed itself on Tony’s backside in Doug’s mind, thoughts that were quickly rejected.  

    “I’m going to be hanging out in the locker room working on some poses for the contest Saturday,” Doug spoke as he stared into the shower.  Tony abruptly turned at the sound of a voice, then smiled and gave the older man a wave.  “Sure,” he replied. 

    Doug walked to a locker at the end of a row where he kept his personal belongings.  Quickly flipping the lock open, he had the door standing open and was beginning to strip from his clothes when, unseen by him, Tony peered through the shower opening to watch. 

    Even though he’d never seen his boss undressed, it was impossible to not notice the framed photographs of Doug on various walls around the gym.  He had been photographed posing for competitions wearing only the briefest of garments.  Checking out the pictures, Tony had speculated what kind of arousal he would feel seeing the man in the flesh, and here, he thought to himself, it was about to happen.

    He watched as Doug stood naked as he reached to remove a skimpy posing suit from a shelf at the top of his locker,. then bent over to step into it.  Tony felt his dick begin to rise when he saw the body builder’s rounded, muscular ass.  He returned to turn off the shower before reaching for a towel and returning to the doorway.

    By then Doug was standing in front of a full length mirror in the locker room studying his body.  “Do you mind if I watch,” Tony spoke when he entered the room.  “I’ve been thinking about asking you for some competition pointers anyway.”

    Doug turned to see Tony standing with a towel wrapped around his waist.  “Sure,” the man replied.  “Just don’t talk, I need to really concentrate.  If you have any questions ask them later.”  With that speech, Doug struck his first flex pose with his arms.

    Tony watched while the man went from pose to pose.  He took in the sight of the tight suit barely covering his muscular ass cheeks.  He watched while the bulge between Doug’s legs seemed to grow fuller as he worked.  He noticed how intently Doug concentrated on his work as flexing muscles tightened and expanded. 

    The young man found that the thrill of watching caused his cock to begin to stiffen.  He turned and stepped into the steam room when it had become impossible for him to hide the hard dick behind his towel.  Unknown to Tony, Doug had observed the same happening and, in response, had felt his own cock beginning to fill with the excitement of being watched.    

    Distracted from his practice, Doug eventually gave up preparing for the performance and returned to his locker while stripping from the suit.  Turning to head toward the shower, he quickly grabbed a towel.  As he approached the door to the sauna he began arguing with himself about whether or not he should also go in the sauna.  He knew that the titillations inspired by Tony’s voyeurism were leading him to a decision he wasn’t sure was advisable. 

    After all, Tony was his employee.  He also told himself that he was too close to the age of Mark, his son.  He was unsure of those implications.  However, once standing beside the door, he cast doubts from his mind and entered the steamy room.

    “I think I’ll join you,” he said entering the room. 

    Tony abruptly covered himself with his towel.  Alone in the sauna, he had been stroking his aroused penis with images of his boss in his mind. 

    Doug sat on the bench across from him.  He had also caught the sight of a towel being hastily thrown across Tony’s lap when he entered the room.  Awkwardness filled the small room as each watched the other through the haze of steam. 

    “It’s warm in here,” Doug spoke first, “Feels good.”  Doug sat bent over with his elbows on his thighs he wondered what might happen next.  Across from him Tony sat also wondering how open he could be in expressing what a turn on it was to find himself naked, wrapped in only a towel, and sitting with a celebrity of the body building world. 

    Uncertain of how to take advantage of the situation, and equally uncertain of what he was willing to have occur, Doug sat still while occasionally looking up to wipe sweat from his face.  When he did he noticed that Tony had moved his hand to beneath his towel.  The thought that the young man was becoming aroused while watching excited Doug.  This was the same feeling that he would occasionally get while standing on a stage nearly naked posing for an audience.  Feeling bold, he slowly began opening his knees, hoping that by sitting on the edge of the bench the way he was would expose his dick and balls.

    The young man gasped when he saw Doug open his legs.  Between the muscular thighs he could see the shape of a cock exposed beneath the towel.  “He’s luring me on,” Tony thought to himself.  As the young man slipped his hand from his own towel, the fabric partially slid from his lap to rest draped over his aroused cock, now upright between his legs.

    Excited by this overt act from Tony, Doug overcame any reservations he was having and undid the towel from his waist, then laid the portion that had been covering his lap on the bench beside him.  “Here,” he thought to himself, “this is what you want.”  He was now sitting naked with his legs spread open and his cock growing hard. 

    Tony gasped at the site of Doug’s hard cock.  Uncertain if he should make any comment, he reframed from words and stood from sitting to step across the small distance between the benches.  He reached to place his hands on Doug’s knees as the man leaned backward against the wall, opening his legs more. 

    Without fanfare, he placed his mouth on his boss’s cock, pushing downward until he felt it harden and press against the back of his throat.  Doug gasped abruptly to feel the warm wet cavity of the boy’s mouth as his cock was drawn inward.   

    “Oh yes,” the man whispered, “suck on that boy.” 

    Hearing the words spoken by his boss, Tony’s body responded with excitement and he felt the head of his cock, now harder than he could ever remember, begin to drip with fluid.  He reached down with one hand to smear the flow over his shaft while he began stroking himself.

    Doug looked to see movement in the young man’s shoulder and the thought of someone pleasuring himself as he sucked on his cock excited him more.  He took both of his hands and placed the fingers over the young man’s skull, covered in a thick rug of hair, then began pushing it up and down, feeling the boy’s mouth riding on his cock.

    “Suck that pole of mine,” he spoke and then added, “you cocksucker.”  This was immediately followed by a moaning from between his legs accompanied by a nodding of affirmative. 

    Doug had been sucked off a few times by a man, but this time he felt bolder and freer to unleash fantasies only realized before in his mind. 

    “Do you like that cock, boy,” he said and applied a small slap to the side of Tony’s head.

    “Oh yes Sir,” he heard the boy mumble accompanied by a hard jerking from the arm reaching beneath his body.

    Sliding abruptly from the bench and using his fingers he grasped the young man’s hair and pulled his head backward away from him.  The sight of the expression on Tony’s face, his eyes half-open and saliva dripping from his mouth, incited Doug to divulge words that had only previously been thoughts only known to him.

    “So you like sucking my cock, you little bitch,” he snapped at the young man while applying a harder slap across his cheek.  Doug startled himself with the ferocity and certainty with which he spoke them.  He was beginning to enjoy this game.

    With a moan Tony suddenly dropped to his knees in front of Doug and lowered his head between the man’s legs.  Rubbing his face against the man’s massive thigh he spoke in a voice unlike the one Doug had grown accustomed to hearing over the past few weeks.  It was a softer, submissive voice and seemed to hold a plea. 

    “Oh yes Sir, I’ll like anything you want to do to me,” he said. 

    Unexpectedly facing a scene which Doug had only occasionally fantasized in his private moments while hardly even admitting it to himself, the man felt his cock stiffen like never before and excitement like never before filled his chest.

    “Then we’ll just have to see what you’re willing to do,” he said in a snarling tone.  “If you’re my bitch, swallow those balls of mine boy.”  He shoved Tony’s face to his crotch while lifting one leg to the bench, exposing his hanging balls. 

    Without hesitation Tony began first licking, then sucking lightly on Doug’s balls.  Soon the man felt the sensation of one of his balls being sucked into the boy’s mouth.  It was accompanied by a new feeling of tugging from inside of his body.  Tony opened his mouth wide and looked upward into Doug’s face while he navigated both of the man’s balls into the cavity.

    Doug gave a gasp then began shoving Tony’s face into his groin as he rubbed back and forth across his face.  He could feel the sensation of warmth fill his balls and the unusual feeling of his insides being tugged downward into his scrotum. 

    “Suck on those, you little cunt,” Doug pushed upward on Tony’s head.  The young man moaned even louder.

    After minutes Doug stepped away from the young man, leaving him hungrily licking around his lips, the way an animal would.

    “So you want to play this game, boy,” he said, reaching down to grab the young man’s forearm while lifting him upward.  Tony stood up and leaned his face toward Doug, puckering his lips as though ready for a kiss.

    “I didn’t say that,” Doug shoved him back.  Startled,. Tony looked back expectantly.

    “I said this,” and he sat back down on the bench pulling Tony downward toward him.  “I said, get across my lap, you little bitch.”  Tony was roughly jerked onto Doug’s lap, his crotch resting on the man’s thighs with his ass cheeks exposed.

    “I think I want to teach you a lesson, a lesson on being obedience to me while you’re working here.” 

    Tony cried out, “Oh yes Sir, teach me what you want me to learn,” then giving a sharp scream as Doug’s palm landed sharply on an ass cheek.

    The young man squirmed while he cried out, “Teach me Sir, and teach me how to serve you.” 

    With the words requesting service, Doug’s hand began to land harder and harder across the backside of the young man.  He felt excitement rise in his hard dick with each blow across the reddening cheeks of the young man. 

    Tony was no longer whimpering from the spanking, he was squiring and screaming while shedding tears.  The muscular man didn’t let up until pleas his please changed beginning Doug to stop.  “You asked for this, you’re going to get it,” he snarled backward at first, though eventually his own palm had begun to burn.  Then he slowed his blows and began to rub gently over the young man’s ass cheeks, now glowing a bright red. 

    Doug slipped a finger into the crack between the red mounds and began probing around the boy’s puckered anus.  Tony’s sniffling had stopped and he responded to the fingerr probes by undulating his ass and moaning with pleasure.

    “You want me to fuck you, little bitch,” Doug leaned toward the writhing figure.

    “Oh please, yes fuck me please,” Tony whimpered back.

    Shoving Tony from him, Doug stood and ordered the young man to lean on the lower bench in front of him.  He obeyed and Doug stepped forward to place his cock between the cheeks of the man now leaning over with his hands on the wooden bench.

    “Like this Sir,” he spoke back to Doug.

    Without responding Doug grasped his own cock to begin rubbing the head between Tony’s still red ass cheeks, probing for the hole. 

    “You’re going to get fucked by his big cock, boy,” the man spoke as he felt the tip of the head against the warmth of the young man’s puckered ass hole.  His dick, slick from the steam and sweat of the room, needed no lubricant as he pushed it forward and down into Tony.

    “Oh yes, that’s it,” the young man muttered, “fuck my hole with your big cock Sir.” 

    “Shut up, boy,” Doug slapped against one of the red cheeks.  Taking his fingers, his spread open the butt cheeks to better his aim into Tony’s opening hole.  He was soon buried against the boy feeling the warmth and soft flesh of the young man’s insides.

    With a rocking motion, Doug began slowly thrusting back and forward driving his hips like pistons. 

    Tony moaned loudly as Doug’s thrusting increased to a slow pounding against him.  With one hand he grabbed his own hard cock to begin stroking, submitting himself to the feel of the cock inside of him and his own stimulations.  He began to openly moan and rock in motion with Doug’s thrusting.

    Taking Tony’s ass in his hands, Doug jerked the hips backward into his thrusting cock.  He gritted his teeth as his breath began snorting through his nostrils like the bull this made him feel like.

    Placing his hands on Tony’s shoulders, he squatted backward on his heels and begin humping, the way a bull rides a cow.

    As both men approached their climaxes, cries of passion filled the steamy room.  Unnoticed to either, their sweat mingled together over slimy bodies in fervid motion. 

    Doug said it first, “I’m going to fill your hole up with cum, you little bitch.” 

      Tony responded with his own anxious submission of “Fuck me Sir, take me like your bitch.” 

    A cry came from Doug’s throat resembling a loud growl as rivers of is cum began coursing from his body, through the shaft of his cock, then shooting into Tony’s body. 

    At that exact moment Tony jerked his hand sharply as his own jizz shot from him onto the bench and began dripping down to the floor. 

    Once he was spent, Doug felt his cock soften and begin sliding from Tony’s warm hole with a plop.  Both men held their position for a long moment before Doug made the first step backward. 

    Tony stood upright and turned to look at his boss who was now looking down at the spots of white cum splashed across the wooden bench. 

    Pointing Tony toward the bench Doug said, “Clean that up before you leave.”  Then, after pausing he added, “In fact, lick it up now.”

    As he walked out of the sauna he saw Tony fall to his knees and begin using his tongue  licking up the spots of cum. 

                                                                         Part 4

    “Do you think that he has better back development than I do?” Doug asked his son, Mark, as they entered their hotel room. 

    “I think his muscles show better only because he’s taller than you.  You’ve got better shoulder development but I think he got graded up on his lats.  They really were impressive.”  Mark paused then added. “But I think you’ve got a better overall presentation, Dad.” 

    Doug stood by his bed removing the trousers of his warm up suit before stripping from the jacket.  Standing in front of a mirror, wearing only a t-shirt and jock strap, he flexed as though evaluating himself before saying aloud, “Well, fuck it.  It was my first try in Seniors Division. I’ll get the son-of-a-bitch next year.”

    “That-a-way Dad, you’ll beat him next year,” Mark replied.  He watched his father as he flexed his chest muscles before the mirror then stripped out of the t-shirt, tossing it aside on the floor.  As the muscular man walked towards the bathroom in their shared hotel room he lowered his jock strap and allowed it to slide down his thighs before kicking it backward to land beside the r-shirt.  “I think I’ll take a shower,” he added, “get some of this sweat off,” while flipping the bathroom light on and walking in.

    Mark stood watching as his dad opened the shower door, bent down exposing his muscular ass and his crack while he adjusted the water temperature and flow, and then stepped into the tub while sliding the door closed.  Mark thought to himself, “But you had far and away the best ass, Dad.”  Then the young man lay back on his bed waiting for his father to finish with his shower.

    Mark had been perpetually horny since Reuben had left their home.  He had hoped to see him at this contest but the division in which he was competing was another weekend.  He and his dad had only come up for the seniors division. 

    He also knew that Reuben was married and had made a point of saying that he didn’t expect any further contact between.  Still Mark had continued to have expectations of more between the two of them.

    “That helps, I feel better,” Mark heard his father say, snapping him from a light sleep and dreams of Reuben.  Doug had returned to their bedroom and, as he lay down in the opposite bed he said, “I think I’ll take a nap too.” 

    “I’m awake now,” Mark injected sitting upright in his bed.  “I’ve got an idea,” He continued, “If you’d like one I could give you a massage.”  He thought to himself that it would be good to feel some naked muscles, even if they were his father’s.

    “You sure you don’t mind?” Doug replied; “Man, that would be great.” 

    “Naw, I’m not tired anyway and you could probably stand to relax a little after that competition this morning.”

    Mark walked into the bathroom to grab a couple of large towels.  “Here,” he said tossing them to his father, “lie on these and they’ll keep oil off of the sheets.”  He returned holding the bottle that they had used to oil Doug’s body before the competition.  “This stuff will work fine for a massage,” he said. 

    Mark’s father now laid spread eagle naked on the bed in front of him.  The younger man unbuckled his trousers and stepped from them before removing his shirt.  Now wearing only a pair of briefs he kneeled on the bed beside his father.

    ‘Squeezing the bottle, he poured a stream of oil over the man’s massive shoulders and down his back, then across each butt cheek down to the man’s legs.  He next quickly began spreading the oil over his dad’s body using rapid, light strokes.   

    “There,” he said, “you’re all greased up now,” as he leaned forward to begin firmly massaging his father across his shoulders.  “You are tense back here Dad,” he noticed as he massaged, “You have been uptight over this competition.”

    ‘I guess so,” the younger man her mumbled face down into the bed.  “I suppose I wanted to come back to competition in a big way.” 

    “Fuck, Dad, you did.” Mark said as he massaged down to the lower back.  “Finishing second in a national competition after not competing for three years is a big deal.”  

    Mark couldn’t decipher his father’s mumbled replay as he used the heel of his palms to press into the man’s lower back muscles.  He was beginning a light sweat from his exertion.

    While he applied pressure downward his fingers began kneading his father’s large gluteus muscles.  Slowly he pressed into the shapely mounds feeling the firmness beneath the skin.  Using his fingers he pulled each muscle outward from the crack while he allowed his touch to lightly feather across the softer skin inside the butt crack.  He thought that he heard a faint grunting with each stroke.   This was a technique that he’d learned from Reuben, but never tried on his father. 

    On the previous times that he’d massaged his dad, Mark had carefully stayed away from body areas that might be considered overly-sensitive.  This time he decided to push these boundaries. 

    After he completed massaging the glutes he gave his attention to his dad’s legs.  The muscular calves were dense and required a full exertion of his strength to delve into each muscle.  Up the leg from the calves he massaged each massive thigh, allowing the upward strokes of his fingers to feather lightly into the upper thighs beneath his dad’s balls.  He even felt the tips of his fingers stroke across his father’s scrotum, again producing more small grunts from his dad.

    As Mark massaged his father’s body, stroking and kneading the muscles, exhilaration came over him not unlike the titillations he first felt as he explored his sexual feelings.  His cock had begun to grow erect in his underwear. 

    Leaning backward on his calves he said, “That pretty well covers this side, Dad, do you want to turn over?  With that his father gave several grunts as he turned in the bed. 

    “Oops,” Doug said looking down his body to see that his penis was partially inflated from blood.  “I guess I needed this than I thought,” he said while lying back and closing his eyes. 

    Mark sat on his heels looking downward at his father’s naked body with his cock lying partially swollen on his stomach.  His pubic hair had been trimmed to stubble and shaved where it might have been exposed by the suit he wore. 

    Mark adjusted his own prick downward in his underwear before he began, once again applying oil over his father’s body.  As the young man rubbed on his dad’s frontal side the temptation to lightly graze the man’s cock with his touch grew until he allowed it to happen.  Just as suddenly there was a response as his dad’s cock quickly flushed with blood and rose firm from his stomach. 

    Mark continued the task of massaging his father’s muscular body while also inventing strokes that would pass by or directly under his father’s inflated pole.  His own cock had risen and its head protruded above the waist band of his underwear. 

    As he massaged his father with strokes that slid upward from the hips to chest a hand suddenly reached to take hold of Mark’s hand.  “Stop right there,” his dad said.  Then using a firm grasp Doug moved Marks’ hand and placed it over his cock. “You keep missing a muscle,” he said while removing his own hand.

    Mark’s breath caught in his chest for a moment when he realized what his dad had implied.  His palm could feel the heat of his father’s erection.  Slowly his fingers began to move grasping the shaft to begin lightly squeezing and stroking.  With his first touches, his father’s chest began rising and falling more rapidly than before.  He could hear a sound coming from his father’s chest that was new to him, it sounded animal.

    Mark was on his knees beside his father as he stroked when he felt fingers lightly tug on the waistband of his briefs.  Looking at his dad he noticed him nod and quietly say, “Take these off.”

    Naked he continued his stroking of the hard cock in his hands when he felt fingers clasp around his own erection.  Startled, he jumped in surprise before he realized that it was his father stroking his cock. 

    Encouraged to go further, he leaned over to place his mouth down over his father’s hard prick.  “My god,” he thought to himself, “I’m sucking my dad.”

    Up and down his head plunged while hot breath poured through his nostrils.  He heard his father groan as he increased the speed while with his tongue he licked over the head of the hard cock.  Mark could feel pre-cum flowing freely from his own cock as his father stroked him father and faster.

    Soon both men were oblivious to anything other than the sensations of their cocks and each other’s breathing, now in sharp jolts.  Mark heard a growl from his father as he felt fingers over his skull beginning to shove his head downward while he attempted to swallow his dad’s swollen prick.  Just at that moment he screamed inwardly to feel his own hot cum splash out of his prick and onto his legs.

    Doug arched backward pressing downward on his son’s head in an attempt to drive his prick deep into Mark’s throat.  At the same time he felt the slick covering of cum that suddenly flowed over his grasp from his son’s cock.  With his senses he registered the sharp scent of the young man’s cum.  Before he could register it all with his mind he felt his own juice shoot abruptly through his cock and into Mark’s mouth, splashing as it went down the boy’s throat. 

    Shortly Mark’s sucking on his father’s cock stopped and his released the deflating shaft to fall back onto Doug’s stomach.  Just as soon Doug relaxed his grip on his son’s cock to feel it fall away returning to Mark’s body.  With this mutual signal that each of their fire was extinguished, Mark laid down beside his father, who turned to him and said, “Well, that’s a prize that makes second place worthwhile.” 


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  • Fun after making it through the TSA

    Some details have been changed, but this is a true story that happened to me about ten years ago.


    That summer break, I headed home from college. I arrived at the airport with my bags and had them checked. I made my way to the security gate. The lines were longer than normal but not terrible. I got in line behind a group of about nine or ten men that seemed a few years older than me. Being twenty, I still had the typical horny teenager mindset, constantly scanning every man that walked by. It wasn’t helped that it had been a few weeks – a life time for a horny young man – since I’d been laid.

    Standing in line I had more than enough time to check out the guys in front of me. All were attractive – masculine, relatively fit, great smiles, etc. But there was one that caught my attention more than the others. He wasn’t the tallest of the group, but by far the sexiest. I couldn’t put my finger on why. My brain constantly switched from ‘why’ to ‘wow’. Then we made eye contact.

    I’m typically a shy guy – more so than most – but the longer I go between sex, the less shy I get. So that day, I wasn’t shy. At all. We locked eyes and, unlike me, I didn’t look away. For a few seconds we shared eye contact and even a smile, while he never stopped chatting with his buddies.

    They made it through TSA, as did I. Because they were many and I was one, I got my bags and shoes gathered and walked past them. The guy and I made eye contact and we smiled again. I even think I turned my head towards him as I walked by. I made it to my gate and grabbed a seat, wondering what this stud looked like naked. While in my daze, I heard a commotion coming down the aisle. Looking up, if was the group of guys. They weren’t loud but because it was late in the evening (where the cheapest flights tend to be, which is important for a poor college kid) their conversation seemed to fill the otherwise empty corridor. I watched them walk past me and the few others at my gate. He and I caught eyes again, but I decided to up the game with a head nod of ‘hey man’. As they passed, his head turned watching me and once they were passed me, he returned the nod, along with a wink. My dick instantly plumped up in my jeans.

    I watched them walk down and around the corner. I wished they gate was closer to mine. I glanced at my phone and saw I had plenty of time left. And with my bags checked, all I had to take with my was my duffel, I made my way around the corner in the direction they went. To my surprise they were seating themselves at the gate around the corner. I walked past them slowly, making sure I was noticed by him. Which I was. I then saw a bathroom, which I made a beeline towards. I headed towards the last urinal, whipped out my plumped cock and stood there, hoping the only visitor in this empty bathroom would be this guy.

    A few minutes later, I head footsteps. I glanced over and my heart jumped to my throat: here he comes. While I’ve sown more than a few oats in college, I never down anything in a public restroom nor airport. I stood there with my cock in my hand, waiting to see what would happen next. Would he wash his hands only? Go to the first urinal? The stall? Shank me? Most any option was on the table at the time.

    My cock twitched as he stepped up right next to me, unzipped and pulled out his member. Out of my periphery, I noticed his head was turned looking at me. I turned to look at him. “Hey” he said with a smile. “Hey” I replied. He looked down at my hard cock, cracking a bigger smile than before. He leaned over closer to me, his cock still in his hand. “Nice!” he hissed. I focused on his cock, which was nice and plump itself. “Yours too” I replied. He stepped back from the urinal, looked towards the door, then turned back to me. “Don’t have much time” he said as he stepped back in to the rear stall, motioning me to come in. Which I did.

    He sat down on the seat, his cock sticking out of his jeans, pulled me towards him and slide my cock in to his mouth. It didn’t take long until I was fully hard. I grabbed the sides of his head and shoved my long cock down the back of his throat. Over and over again I banged the back of his throat as quietly as possible. He grabbed my ass and pulled me to him tightly and held me there. I felt his tongue work its magic around my swollen junk like nothing I’ve experience before. I wondered if he’s done this to any of the guys in his group. Looking down our eyes locked and I noticed how handsome he was up close: big brown eyes, long lashes, perfect disheveled hair – his look struck me as a masculine jock mixed with I’m-spending-the-weekend-fishing-with-my-buddies look. Which was my thing at the time. I really wanted to see his dick. I pulled myself out of his mouth, my long cock shiny with his spit. I stepped back enough to see his cock. A wet ball of liquid was slowly dripping from its swollen head. I wanted to taste him so much!

    I pulled him up and we switched places. I pulled my jeans down and while working my cock, I sat on the toilet seat. It was warm from him sitting there. I ached for more of his warmth. Now that he was standing, I saw his swollen dick. He wasn’t as long as me, but much, much thicker with a mushroom head that looked like it could down some damage. I swirled his head with my tongue and he tensed up. His pre tasted like syrup: thick and sweet. Once I cleaned his head, I plunged myself down on him. His brown bush, which must have been quite full as it punched out of the zipper of his jeans, scratched my nose and eyes but I didn’t care. I worked both his cock and my own as he dumped his jock juice in to my mouth, filling it up. I remember my mouth being filled with his juice. I wasn’t sure if it was because it was a lot or because, with his thick cock, there wasn’t much room in my mouth for cum.

    He left his cock in my mouth even when he finished. I remember looking up and him; his eyes that were once filled with lust now had a glint of relief as he breathed heavily – his chest moving up and down under his vest covered flannel. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, still thick by not as hard as minutes ago. I leaned back swallowing his cum, now jacking harder than before. He reached out and grabbed my stubbly covered chin as I pointed my cock in to the toilet, standing slightly. With our eyes locked, and his wet cock hanging out of his jeans, I shot my load directly in to the water. I don’t cum a lot in terms of volume but I cum hard. Each shot of my boy juice hit the water causing water to splash out of the toilet, sounds echoing off the stall wall.

    I sat back, cock still in my hand, as I watched him slide his cock back in to his jeans. As he tucked his shirt back in to his jeans, I saw his fuzzy belly. I reached up and felt that belly with my dry hand. It felt good and I regretted not spending some time on other parts of his jock body, but knew the situation didn’t warrant too much extra play. He smiled, said thank you, as stepped out to the sink. I watched him wash his hands and then disappear from my view.

    After getting myself together and cleaned up, I left the restroom and walked back towards my gate. He had ‘returned to his flock’. They were strangely quiet now. I glanced over and the jock and I locked eyes again. He nodded and smiled. Still tasting him in my mouth, I wondered again if he’s done this with any of his buddies. I walked back to my gate and grabbed a seat, hoping the plane wouldn’t be too full as I could smell the scent of cum on me still. Oh well. That’s life I guess.


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  • Four for the Price of One!

    Ok now where was I? Oh! I was Sucking Three young Black Guys after I agreed to $ only one!

    I was naked and I had a good amount of Lube up my ass and a Real Good Buzz! Red wine, pot, hash, crack coke and a fondness for Sucking Black Cock ! One guy is lying on the couch and I am bent down to get his Cock as far down my throat as my Gag Reflex Gone throat could take. when I feel pressure on my Anus and before I can even think “You are about to be Fucked in the Ass by a fine Young Brother” I feel his Cock slide into me! Of the three guys this was the one with the biggest Cock. a fine hard 9″ with just a little left bend. 

    Well I figure “what the hell might as well start Huge! Now I  am starting to get my rhythm. a Cock in my mouth and one in my ass. You know what I mean. If you can time it just right there is nothing better! I was just about there when I hear a loud knock on the door! Needless to say this was a Buzzkiller Plus!

    So we pulled out and laid back to chill. someone got a bowl together and there we were Three Naked Horny Guys! I looked up and saw the Host at the door. in came a Black Guy (but not as young as the other three. maybe 35?) He had a bag which turned out to be three! bottles of Red Wine! now the wine was no where near as good as what I brought but at this point??!!

    We were filling glasses and passing a bowl and it occurred to me that this must have looked a trip to the newcomer. He looked right at me and said “what’s up?” I said “I’m Sucking Cock and Fucking your Brothers” He did not say anything. He just stripped off his cloths and the  Four took turns with me. My mouth, my Ass, both hands!

    We keep smoking drinking wine and the fourth guy, he the bringer of Red Wine, went to his bag and brought out some powder coke. I was gone! way past the “Zone” and into “I will do what you say!” Let’s just say I Sucked and Fucked them all and all four took more than one turn! 

    The Bringer of Wine said ” you white boys can Suck some Cock” Now I admit I wanted to show off and I was ready for more so I said ” let me show you what a White Man can do with his throat” I Sucked his Cock with everything I had. The full pack ! the petal to the metal.my throat would jack his Cock! 

    At some point the wine won and I was out cold! When I awoke I was nude on the couch and the host was asleep in the chair. A strange idea popped into my head. I dressed as quietly as possible and slipped out the door! I wonder if they tell this story to their friends. “that White Boy took some Black Cock!


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  • Cum Feeder

    This story is pure fiction. This story is set in the UK. College refers to UK Sixth-Form colleges. Football refers to the world sport that is called Soccer in the U.S. Feedback by email is welcome.


    I next meet with the boys the following weekend. Our football match had been cancelled as the opposing team did not have transport. I had arranged to meet Steve at his place on Friday evening. Aaron said he would come over on Saturday at some point. On Friday morning I resisted playing with myself, as I was meeting Steve later in the day.

    When I got to Steve’s place, he had a mischievous grin on his face, I could tell he hiding something. Steve asked me to remove my t-shirt, so I did. He was already shirtless. We talked for a bit about what we had been up to since we last met. Steve admitted he had been to the local adult shop, to buy some outfits. I knew whatever Steve had bought would result in him feasting on my cum, so I was happy to go along with whatever he had in mind.

    Steve showed me the bag he got from the local sex shop. He pulled out 3 pieces of black rubber clothing. There were 2 pieces of underwear and a third piece that I could not work out. Steve explained the third item was a mask for him. Steve passed one of the underwear items to me and asked me to wear it.

    We both got naked so we could put our underwear on instead. I noticed Steve had completely shaved all his body hair and he was now as hairless as me. I wanted to feel Steve’s public area, but he moved back and telling me he hadn’t cum since last weekend and might shoot his load if he was touched. I was amazed that Steve managed to abstain from sex all week.

    My underwear was shaped like boxer shorts, except it had a hole for my cock. I had to carefully thread my cock through the hole to wear the boxer shorts. The hole had a zip track around, with two zip tags attached. Steve’s underwear was like a jockstrap. We both put them on. My underwear was fitted just right, except it felt strange that my cock was just hanging out of the hole. Steve’s underwear fitted him fine too, he gave me a twirl and showed me that his butt was exposed.

    Steve asked me to get into bed, while he put his mask on. As usual, I did as I was told, as Steve’s games were always good fun. I lay down on the bed, Steve walked in a few seconds last wearing the mask. I thought he looked ridiculous, but I kept my thoughts to myself. The mask covered his head down to his neck, and there were gaps for his eyes and mouth. There was an outline of two zip tracks around the gap for his mouth. As he got closer I also noticed he would still be able to breathe through his nose.

    Steve told me to sit up recline in bed against some pillows. He got in-between my legs, which was his favourite position when sucking on my dick. My cock was now hard. He told me to fasten the zip between the mask and my boxers, once he had my cock in his mouth and he gave me a small padlock with a key and asked me to lock the zips tags together. He then took my cock in his mouth until my cockhead had reached the back of his throat, he sat up on all fours to get the right angle to take it all in his mouth. I worked out how to seal the zips so that it would create the right join. I zipped it up carefully and used the padlock where 2 of the zip tags met. Steve’s mouth was now joined to my cock, although he didn’t look very comfortable.

    Steve adjusted his position to make himself more comfortable, I gave him a pillow to place under his body. Once he was in position he started to bob his head a bit, he was deep throating my cock. There was enough give and stretch in my boxers to allow my cock to go in and out of his throat easily. This felt nice, but I could tell he was struggling to do it properly. He then stopped and trying to say something. Of course, he couldn’t speak, because he was locked in position. He then tried to move me, I took his cue and tried to turn us around so that he was sitting on the bed instead, and I had to do this slowly as it wasn’t easy being stuck together.

    Once he was in a position, I was on top of him, I knew I would have to fuck his face. I didn’t want to make him gag, so I slowly fucked him. He was taking all the cock I was providing. He was doing his best to keep a tight seal around the base of my cock while my cockhead was down his throat. He was moaning gently, which reassured me that he was enjoying this too. He was totally dedicated to taking my cock and we both loved it. Steve had his hands on my butt. He couldn’t rub my balls like he normally would, as they were covered by the underwear. I was only feeling pleasure through my cock, and there was no way to speed up without making him gag. It would take me a while to cum this way, but, Steve wasn’t complaining and I was enjoying it. I continued to fuck his mouth for a further 10 minutes until I could feel my cum approaching. I knew this would be a big load, and it would go straight into Steve’s throat unless I was careful. I knew Steve liked me to squirt in his mouth. I could feel my orgasm getting stronger and stronger until I felt the first volley directly down his throat, I pulled out a bit to shot the next volleys against his tongue. We were both struggling to catch our breath, as my cum shots slowed down to mere dribbles. I wondered if I should set Steve free, however, he seemed to be enjoying it still.

    Eventually my cock went flaccid, and Steve could relax. I asked Steve if he wanted to be free, and he signalled not. I’m sure he could have removed the mask over his head in an emergency anyway. We lay down on our sides so we could both rest. After a while I wondered if he was sleeping or just resting, I couldn’t tell, I guess it didn’t matter, he was happy in this position.

    After a while I needed to pee, so had to find the key. I had to move us both over to the bedside table to get it. Steve was disappointed to be moved, but this had to be done, I explained I had to pee, which made Steve more willing to move.

    I undid the padlock and set Steve free, then rushed to the loo. When I returned, Steve said he was hungry. We went to eat, Steve removed the mask, and he asked me to keep my boxers on. My cock was exposed to the open air, so I used a towel to dry the saliva from my cock, so it would not feel cold.

    Over dinner, I asked Steve if he wanted a blow job. He said he wanted to be a bottom boy for the weekend, it was some kind of bottom fantasy of his. He wanted to cum while being fucked without anyone touching his cock, this new costume was helping achieve that. He explained he wanted to suck me off one more time and fall asleep with my cock in his mouth. We watched TV in our new underwear until midnight. My cock was starting to stir again, so Steve agreed it was time for bed. Steve ordered me to use the loo if I needed to, as he wanted my cock in his mouth until morning. I didn’t need to go but I tried anyway just to make sure.

    When I got to the bedroom Steve was wearing the mask and ordered me to lay back on the bed, and he gave me the padlock and key. We got into the 69 position with him on top of me, he then took my stiff cock back in his mouth. I zipped and locked us back together.

    He started slurping cock until it slipped into his throat. Steve then rocked himself back and forth, so I could enjoy a good suck job. His mouth was tight and warm, All I had to do was relax and enjoy. I could see the outline of his stiff cock against the material of his jockstrap. I remembered he just wanted to be a bottom boy for the weekend, so I reached around his waist and massaged his exposed butt, I found his butt hole and massaged it lightly with my finger. As I massaged inside his hole, he moaned, and I could feel his moaning sound vibrating through my cock. Without much notice, my cock started to spew cum into his mouth and throat. He kept thrusting my cock in and out of his throat like an expert. The feeling was intense, his throat was so tight it was squeezing my piss slit closed, stopping my cum from shooting his throat, so most of my cum shot into his mouth. My cum shots slowed down to dribbles, however, I could tell my cock was still spewing a lot of cum. I moved Steve so that he was lying on the bed, we both lay on our sides in the 69 position. I gave Steve a pillow to rest his head and fall asleep. My cock was now flaccid in his mouth as he fell asleep.

    During the night, I was woken up with Steve sucking on my stiff cock, I was barely awake, a little confused by what was going on. Steve had turned me on my back and started the same rocking motion, he trying to drain my balls again and I loved it. I was so turned on, it only took me a minute to start shooting cum deep inside him. I moaned with pleasure as I shot 6 volleys of cum he kept rocking himself back and forth until I was completely drained.

    Steve gestured to be set free, I had the key nearby so I quickly released him. Once free, I noticed the skin on my cock look mottled as it had been in a wet mouth for several hours. Steve took off his mask, and we both went back to bed, to get some proper rest.

    The next morning Steve woke me up, it was already 11 am. Aaron would be over at 1 pm. Steve looked at my morning wood. I was lying on my back, so my cock was pointed straight up outside my boxers. He sat on my thighs, and using both hands he started to jack my cock.

    “When Aaron comes over he is going to fuck me, while I suck you off.”, he said

    You’ll need to last a long time, so you need to shoot one load now. I need to save my strength for later”. Steve looked tired from our exploits overnight, so I asked Steve to lay down beside me, and he did. He lay resting his head on my left shoulder.

    I used my right to wank myself off, it was different having control of cock again. I paid extra attention to the top half of my cock, so I could cum faster. When I came, I aimed my cock in Steve’s direction, at least one volley hit his body before he got up and drank the rest straight from my cock. Steve then licked up some cum that has landed on my abs.

    We had breakfast and waited for Aaron to arrive. Steve had a shower. I also wanted a shower, however, Steve told me that he wanted me to stay smelling funky.

    The doorbell rang after an hour, it was Aaron and he was early. Steve answer the door. After letting Aaron in, Steve turned to walk back inside, and Aaron noticed Steve’s butt was bear and complimented him on the trunks he was wearing. He then saw me sitting on the sofa and took a bit of time to examine my underwear. He then asked, “What have you two been doing?”

    Steve explained he was having a bottom boy weekend, and wanted Aaron to fuck him, while his mouth was locked to my cock. He explained about the mask and lock, how we slept with my cock in his mouth. Aaron was excited by Steve’s explanation.

    Steve handed Aaron another a sex shop bag, there were two items inside another pair of boxers and a stretchable cock ring.

    Aaron immediately started to strip his clothes off, so he could try on the boxer shorts. Aaron’s boxers were similar to mine except, his balls were also exposed. Steve explained that he wanted to feel Aaron’s balls smacking his butt when being fucked. Steve told Aaron to try on the cock ring. The cock ring seemed too small for Aaron and I was glad that it wasn’t for me.

    Aaron managed to get his cock through the cock ring easily but then had to stretch the cock ring to get his balls through. I guessed the cock ring would make Aaron last longer when fucking Steve.

    Steve went over to the bed put the mask on, and then lay down with one pillow behind his head and another under his lower back. Aaron took this as his cue to lube Steve’s hole and his own cock. I knew my role placed my flaccid cock into Steve’s mouth and I zipped and locked us together.

    Aaron shuffled into position behind me and I could hear him applying lube. Eventually, Aaron pushed his cock inside Steve’s butt with ease. Steve massaged my cock with his tongue until it was stiff again. I slowly fucked Steve’s mouth while Aaron was now fucking Steve’s butt. Steve started moaning loudly, the sound vibrations soared through my cock. We kept this up for five minutes before Aaron made us stop. “I’ll never be able to cum with the cock ring on”, Aaron said, he was clearly frustrated, but he knew this was Steve’s fantasy and we had to make Steve cum first. “Let’s change this up a bit” he continued.

    Aaron took charge. He asked me to unlock, I did so, and I pulled my cock out of Steve. He then ordered Steve to hang his head off the end of the bed. He ordered me to stand at the end of the bed and shove my cock into Steve’s mouth. This made sense to me as we usually liked to watch each other fuck. I locked myself to Steve again.

    “I think Steve’s jockstrap is too tight, and I want to see his cock”, Aaron said as he pulled Steve’s jockstrap off. He noticed Steve had shaved his pubes off. Aaron wanted to touch Steve’s hard cock and feel his freshly shaved skin, but he knew the deal and resisted. He placed the pillow under Steve’s lower back and shoved his cock back inside Steve’s butt.

    “If you cum Steve’s mouth that will make him shoot too” Aaron confidently explained. I slowly started fucking Steve’s mouth while Aaron was started fucking Steve’s butt hard. I could see Aaron muscles rippling and flexing, the sight was so hot, I couldn’t take my eyes him. Steve was moaning again. “Fuck him harder”, Aaron ordered, as he started fucking Steve faster.

    I sped up a bit, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would shot. After another minute I started spewing cum into Steve’s mouth, I could see Steve’s throat pulsating as swallowed huge spurts of my cum. Steve was moaning loudly, and suddenly a fountain of cum erupted from his cock, some of his cum hit my stomach but most of landed on Steve’s torso. Steve shot at least 6 volleys of cum, before he stopped. I was still dribbling cum into his mouth.

    Aaron pulled his cock out of Steve’s hole and removed the cock ring, then shoved his cock back inside Steve’s hole and fucked him hard. Aaron needed to cum desperately, and within seconds he did. His whole body convulsed and he shouted a cry of release as unloaded into Steve’s butt.

    Aaron was now catching his breath back and I freed Steve from my cock. Once Steve was free, he told us that he loved the whole experience. Steve took off his mask and moved to rest in the middle of the bed. Steve and I lay down on either side of Steve. I rested my head on one of Steve’s shoulders and Aaron rested on the other. Aaron asked Steve if he could feel his shaved pubic area, and Steve agreed. I had a feel too, his pubic area and balls were smooth and silky. We rested for a bit, then had lunch.

    After a couple of hours, Aaron was horny again. He asked Steve to ride his cock, I was still too tired to take part. Aaron lay back on the bed. Steve applied lube to himself and Aaron’s cock, then he climbed on top of Aaron and impaled himself on his stiff cock. I could see Steve was stiff too, so I took Steve’s cock in my mouth. I closed my mouth over cock to create a tight hole and held my mouth still.

    While Steve was riding Aaron, his cock was fucking my face. I preferred sucking Steve now that he had shaved pubes. I could hear them both moaning with pleasure. They fucked for about another minute before Steve unloaded his cum in mouth, he gave me no warning, but I didn’t need it. He shot three large wads of cum and two lesser dribbles.

    I held the cum in my mouth and went to snog Aaron. We kissed and shared Steve’s cum, while Aaron shot his load inside Steve. My cock was did get hard, however, I thought it best to save myself for later, as we still had the rest of the weekend ahead of us.

    There was a football match on TV, which me and Aaron wanted to watch. Steve was not a football fan but agreed we could watch the match. We all had a shower, and put our new underwear back on. We all settled down on the sofa to watch the match, after 10 minutes Steve walked out of the room, he must have been bored. He came back in wearing the mask and he handed me the padlock and key. Steve then said, “Can you lock me in again, the football is boring, and I would rather spend time with your cock. I’ll promise not to interrupt you too much.”. I agreed and Steve knelt down in between my legs and put my flaccid cock in his mouth, and then fastened and locked the zip.

    I tried to focus on the match. Our favourite team was playing, and when our team nearly scored and Aaron jumped up, whereas I had to stay still, it was strange but defiantly worth it. Steve was quite content sitting locked in position. It was half time in the match, and the ad break started. Aaron turned the volume down and went to us both drinks.

    Steve started sucking on my cock, I hadn’t realised that I had stiffened up, as I was too engrossed in the match.

    Steve was bobbing his head up and down, it felt awesome. Aaron returned to the room with two drinks, he put mine on the table as he could see I was occupied, he jokingly told Steve to hurry up as the game was going start again soon. Steve ignored him. Aaron sat down next to me and started stroking and kissing my torso, he knew this would make me cum faster. Steve now increased his pace, he was slurping his tongue over my cock, which was driving me wild.

    As my cum approached, I could tell I going to shot a big load. My boiling cum, seared through my cock and coated the inside of Steve’s mouth. I spewed 5 or 6 big shots inside him before the intense feeling receded. Aaron returned his focus to the TV, he turned the volume up, while I continued to dribble cum onto Steve’s tongue.

    We watched the rest of the match and then a movie. Steve spent the rest of the evening locked to my cock. I shot one load of cum into Steve’s mouth during the second half of the match and another load during the movie.

    It was getting late so I unlocked Steve. Steve immediately sat in front of Aaron instead, and sucked his exposed flaccid cock, until it was hard. Steve’s cock was also hard by this point. Steve then removed his own underwear and impaled himself on Aaron’s cock and started to ride him, meanwhile Aaron was wanking Steve off. I left them alone to finish off and went to have a cold shower, as I was super tired and wanted to sleep.

    Once I had finished freshening up, I returned to the TV room. Aaron’s chest was covered in cum, and both their cocks were now flaccid.

    Steve told me he wanted to be locked in for the night, then they both went for a shower. I put my boxers back on and got into bed. Steve came into the bedroom first after his shower, and he was wearing his jockstrap again.

    Steve put on his mask and asked me to sit up against some pillows in bed and spread my legs. Steve placed a pillow under his chest and took my flaccid cock in his mouth ready to be locked in, he rested his arms over my thighs to make himself more comfortable. I locked zipped and locked us back together. Aaron returned to the bedroom, wearing his boxers, and got under the bed covers, then he turned the bedroom light off.

    Some time passed I drifted in and out of sleep. Eventually, my cock got harder, forcing my cockhead into Steve’s throat. This woke Steve and he sucked me off one more time.

    Early on Sunday morning, Steve woke me up sucking on my cock, he was working away at my morning wood. The clock on Steve’s bedside said it was 5 am. Aaron was still asleep, so lay back and enjoyed the suck, without saying a word.

    It took a few minutes for Aaron to wake, he must’ve been woken up by the noise and movement of the bed. He noticed Steve’s bare arse, which was exposed by his underwear. Aaron grabbed some lube, and applied it to Steve’s hole and his own cock. He then climbed on top of Steve ready to fuck his hole. Steve moaned as Aaron pushed his cock inside. Aaron started pounding away with some urgency, as he was desperate to cum.

    Steve started to grind his cock against the mattress, while still wearing his underwear. It took Steve 30 seconds before he shot his cum into his boxers, I wasn’t surprised, as had my cock in his mouth all night and this was his fantasy. Steve had stopped sucking on my cock while he was cumming, as Aaron was also fucking him hard. Aaron then shot his load inside Steve’s hole. Aaron then pulled his cock out of Steve’s hole, and went back to bed under the quilt.

    Steve got back to work on my cock. He closed his mouth tightly around my cock, pushing his tongue against the underside of cock. Occasionally he pushed down all way, forcing my cock down his throat. Eventually, I could feel the cum approaching. The intense feeling built up slowing over what felt like a long time before I releasing several waves of cum into Steve’s mouth. Steve lapped up my generous load and then remained in position to drink all the remaining dribbles, as I fell asleep again.

    I woke up again a few hours later, I was stiff again, but needed to use the bathroom, so unlocked Steve and pushed him off me. When I returned to the bedroom. The other boys used the bathroom next.

    It was a cold morning so we all stayed in bed under the covers to keep warm. We asked Steve what he wanted to do next. He now wanted me and Aaron to swap roles. Steve wanted to ride my cock while he Aaron’s cock in his mouth. We both agreed to do want Steve wanted, but I asked Steve to remove his boxers as I wanted to play with his cock at the same time. Steve told us to swap our boxer shorts, as only my boxers would work with the mask. Me and Aaron swapped our boxers. I liked wearing Aaron’s shorts just because I knew he had been wearing them. Aaron put on my boxers, and Steve put his mask on. Aaron was keen to feel what it felt like to be locked together. Steve got down on his knees before Aaron who was still standing up. I helped Aaron seal then the zips than I grabbed the padlock and locked them both together.

    The sight of these two fit boys locked together got me hard. It was a different feeling with my balls also exposed. I grabbed some lube and applied it to Steve’s hole and my cock, I then grabbed a pillow and I lay down placing the pillow behind my head on the carpeted floor. Aaron guided Steve into position. Aaron was standing over my head, with his legs apart, so I could clearly see the point where the two of them were locked together from below. Steve lowered himself to sit on my cock. As usual, it took a while for Steve to get my cock head inside, he lowered himself down gently. I started to tease Steve rubbing the smooth area around his cock. Steve was now hard too and he had at least half my cock inside him. He started to ride my cock slowly, he was holding onto Aaron’s waistband for balance as he was trying to pleasure Aaron as well. With each stroke Steve lowered himself more, taking in more of my shaft.

    After a minute or so, Steve had taken my full length and was starting to ride me. Given the position Steve was in it must’ve been difficult to concentrate on Aaron as well. I was now jacking Steve off fast holding his cock tight, to give him maximum pleasure. It didn’t take Steve long to reach his climax, Steve’s cock inflated in size before I felt a splat of cum on my chin followed 3 more volleys that landed on my chest and stomach. Steve’s butt clenched my cock tightly as he came, which set me off too. I shot five volleys of boiling cum inside his hole, I moaned loudly as came. Steve now just sat on me with my erect cock still inside him as I continued to dribble cum. Aaron grabbed the sides of Steve’s head and started to face fuck him until he unloaded all that he had to give inside Steve’s mouth.

    Once Aaron was spent he said he wanted to sit down to recover, he asked if could unlock Steve. I told him not to undo the lock, so Steve could enjoy his cock for longer. I pulled my cock out of Steve’s hole. Aaron moved back slowly and awkwardly until he could sit on the bed, then Steve climbed onto the bed himself. They slowly got into position so that Aaron was lying down with Steve between his legs in a similar position to the way me and Steve had slept overnight. “What do we do now”, Aaron asked. “Just lay still, let him enjoy being locked to you. I switched on the bedroom TV and gave Aaron the remote control to prevent him from getting bored, and I left the room.

    I got cleaned up and put on my jeans. I had some college work to do, so I made myself some breakfast and got on with my work. I returned to the bedroom two hours later, once I had finished my work. They were still in the same position. I asked Aaron if he was OK. He mentioned that Steve had just sucked another two loads out of him, so he was recovering. Aaron said he was now hungry and that Steve must be hungry too, after all, Steve could not survive of cum alone.

    I tried to find the key to unlock them, and I couldn’t find it. I asked Aaron if he could pull the mask over Steve’s head. He tried, but this was impossible as the mask was too tight. So they were both locked together until I found the key. Aaron looked worried, he had a cute concerned look on his face. Aaron said it was a good job he didn’t need to pee. It took me a while but eventually, I found the key under the bed, so I unlocked them.

    Steve pulled his mask off and was red in the face, it must’ve been hot wearing the mask. Steve put his jockstrap back on. They both had some breakfast, while I just had a coffee. Steve told us he was having the most amazing weekend. Me and Aaron agreed it was fantastic. I asked Aaron if liked his cock being locked to Steve’s mouth, he replied he liked his second blowjob after they had been locked together for some time. We agreed that knowing that Steve was waiting for you to get hard created strange anticipation. Steve said he liked our fat flaccid cocks filling his mouth, and the fact that you were locked together made him feel special. Steve also liked being woken up with a stiff cock in his throat.

    After breakfast Aaron said that he had studies to do, he had bought his books with him, but he would need to get changed into his normal clothes in order to concentrate. He took off his boxers and gave them to me before he went for a shower. Steve asked me to put on my original boxers again, as he wanted to be locked to my cock for the rest of the day, I did as Steve asked. I sat on the sofa in front of the TV, Steve knelt in the same position as we had the day before, and I locked him in position. I casually watched TV for the rest of the afternoon. Steve was naked this time except for the mask.

    Once Aaron had finished showering, he settled down to study at Steve’s desk, he came into the TV room when he needed a break. He was wearing his normal jeans, he remained shirtless showing off his muscular body. He noticed Steve has stiff, so Aaron knelt behind Steve and wanked him off, Aaron caught Steve’s cum in his other hand, Aaron then licked his hand to taste Steve’s cum and then went back to his work.

    Through the rest of the afternoon, I had four more suck jobs while locked to Steve. Steve had now drained me of cum. We stayed locked for another hour before I declared I had nothing left to give. I unlocked Steve and went for a shower. Steve dropped me and Aaron home that evening. We agreed to go for a drink on Tuesday evening. Steve said he would wash the underwear he bought, so we could use it again.

    On Tuesday evening, I met Aaron and Steve at the same bar, where we originally met Aaron. We were all glad to see each other and recalled the events of the weekend. We decided that over the coming weekend it would be Aaron’s turn to have his fantasy weekend. The weekend after would be my turn.

    We arranged to meet again on Wednesday afternoon, as Aaron wanted us all to go shopping to prepare for the weekend. Me and Aaron had free periods that afternoon, and Steve managed to get time off work.

    On Wednesday, we met at a barbers shop in East London. Aaron asked the barber to give him the same short back and sides haircut he normally had. He asked the barber to give Steve the same haircut and to style his hair with wet-look hair gel. He asked the barber for extra pot gel for Steve to take home. Aaron asked the barber to give me a French crop, so my hair was short and combed forward. He also asked the barber to shave three tracks into my eyebrows. When we were done, I thought I looked like a teenage thug while Aaron and Steve looked like East End gangsters.

    We then went to a sports shop. Aaron selected our clothes, he wanted us to buy the same outfit. We bought matching light grey fleece hoodies with zip-up front and matching tracksuit bottoms made a popular sports brand. We also got trainers and socks from the same brand. We bought designer boxer briefs, with a brand name emblazed across the waistband. I would normally buy looser underwear to accommodate my large cock, however, Aaron insisted that I had no fashion sense, and made me buy extra small size, which was my actual size.

    We made our way home by train. On the way back Aaron told us, we were to have what he called a Teen Chav weekend. He would be the leader of our teen gang and all we had to do was follow his lead. Aaron told Steve to shave his body hair again for this weekend and he promised to do the same. I was excited by the fact that we all be hairless from the neck down. By evening we went our separate ways as, Me and Aaron had studies to catch up on. We were playing a football match on Saturday morning, so we arranged to meet after that.

    When I got home, my parents told me they didn’t like my new hairstyle. They said that I looked like I had escaped from prison, and the look didn’t suit me. I tried to ignore them as best as I could.

    On Saturday, Me and Aaron played our football match, which ended in 1-1 draw. Steve picked us up after the match, and Aaron announced that we would be spending the weekend at his student flat, as his flatmate was away until Monday. Aaron’s flat much smaller than Steve’s. He had one small bedroom and he shared the rest of the flat with his flatmate. Aaron only had a single bed, which made me wonder how and where we would have our usual fun.

    Firstly, we needed to get dressed. Aaron told us all to strip naked. I noticed that Aaron was hairless around his armpits and pubes. Aaron let me feel around his cock, he was totally smooth and it felt great. He told me he had waxed his hair off, which made sense. First, we put on our boxer briefs. I was not used to wearing underwear that was so tight. The outline of my cock was clearly visible. When I complained to Aaron he assured me I would get used to them.

    Aaron told us to put on our tracksuit bottoms, socks and trainers. He said we could put on our hoodies later. Aaron had also bought us matching silver chains and wrist bands. It was only costume jewellery but it looked nice enough. He said we had to keep the waistband of underwear showing at all times Aaron did our hair for us, making us wear excessive amounts of hair gel. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a skinny, little thug. Aaron looked like a thug too, but it suited him as he was more muscular. Steve looked as cute as ever.

    Aaron said we were now ready, and sat down on his sofa in the lounge, he asked me to straddle him, so that I was facing him. He gestured to Steve to sit by his side. Steve on the sofa facing us both. Aaron placed one hand on my shoulder and another on Steve’s and asked us both to do the same. You both look great, he looked at me and asked me to kiss him. I did just that, giving him a long kiss swirling my tongue inside his mouth. He broke our kiss and he asked Steve to kiss him next. After a few seconds, he asked me to kiss Steve, we kissed passionately, and then Aaron separated us. My cock was now hard and I wanted to release it.

    Aaron told us the rules he wanted us to follow, we were only allowed to kiss and touch each other anywhere from the waist upwards, it was as simple as that. Aaron reached forward and kissed my chest and placed his hand on my abs, with the other hand was on Steve pecs. We took Aaron’s lead started to explore each other’s bodies sticking to the rules Aaron laid.

    After a few minutes, Aaron took us to his bedroom and lay down on top of the quilt. Me and Steve both got on top of him. We fondled, kissed, massaged, and stroked each other. After a while all of cocks were straining for release. Aaron nearly broke his own rule, running his hand under my waistband.

    Aaron said we should stop and go out for a bit. I couldn’t believe we were going out without shooting our loads first. He told us not to worry, as we would soon take things further. He told us to put our hoodies on, he only wanted us to pull the zip halfway up, so our chests could be clearly seen.

    Aaron drove us to the local forest in Steve’s car. We then walked deep into the forest, where there were no hikers. Aaron took his hoodie off and us both to do the same. We placed our hoodies in a pile on the grass. Aaron told us he wanted to be in the middle of a fuck sandwich, he wanted to fuck Steve, while I fucked him.

    Aaron told me to get behind him and Steve automatically got in front of Aaron. Aaron asked me to follow his lead, he wrapped his arms around Steve’s torso and massaged his chest and abs and so I did the same to Aaron. I could feel myself getting hard again. Aaron pulled a tube of lube from his pocket and gave it to me. By now I knew exactly what to do with it. I pulled Aaron tracksuit down, to expose his cock, balls and his butt. I applied some lube to his hole. I hooked the waistband of my underwear under my balls and lubed my cock too. I passed the lube to Aaron and did the same to his cock and Steve’s hole. He then slowly pushed his cock into Steve’s butt and then I did the same pushing three inches of my cock into Aaron hole, and waited for Aaron’s hole to relax before I pushed in further.

    Aaron wanted to be in control and he started to thrust his cock into Steve’s hole. I kept still allowing Aaron to control how much of my cock he was taking. After a few thrusts, he asked me to fuck him deeper, so I stepped forward until he was fucking the full length of my cock.

    Steve was now wanking himself off, and he asked Aaron to fuck him harder. Aaron started to buck faster, which was bringing me close to the edge.

    I tried to get a grip of my senses and I tried to focus on the trees and the fact that anyone walking around could see us fucking. I kept hearing noises and wondered whether it was another person or just an animal, this was a good distraction. Suddenly I could hear Steve reaching his climax, Aaron had to slow himself, once Steve had dropped his load on the forest floor, Aaron fucked Steve harder.

    Next Aaron reached climax. Aaron bucked around and he held onto Steve to maintain his balance, Aaron’s hole was now pulling my cock inside him with a vice-like grip, this sent me over the edge and I shot a massive load of cum inside Aaron’s hole. Once we had recovered, we all pulled up underwear and tracksuits. We picked out hoodies off the ground.

    I knew about a cafe in the forest, so we decided to go there. We had lunch at the cafe and we sat at one of the tables outside in the autumn sun. It was a little bit cold but the sun was still shining, so being shirtless was OK. Other people were also at the cafe, but they didn’t seem to notice us. Aaron held both our hands at the table and told us he didn’t care if other people didn’t like it, we had nothing to hide and he loved being with us. I then took hold of Steve’s hand too, to show I agreed with him.

    We dropped our hoodies back at the car and walked around the forest for a few hours enjoying the sun and the outdoors. While Aaron was walking ahead, Steve pulled me towards him for a brief snog against a tree before Aaron noticed he had left behind, then he came and joined us. Aaron interjected and kissed Steve, and at the same time, he used his hand to hook my waistband under my ball sack. They broke their kiss, and I hooked Steve’s waistband under his ball sack and Steve did the same to Aaron. We were all getting hard again. I was giving Steve a handjob, Steve was jacking Aaron’s cock and Aaron was wanking me off. I could see both their faces as they enjoyed their handjob, We kept looking at each, I was running my eyes across both their bodies too. Aaron came first, shooting three large volleys in the air, a splat of his cum landed on my knee and it soaked into my trackies. I watched Aaron’s abs flexing and contracting, as he tried to control himself. Steve exploded next in my hand, his first cum shot hit my stomach, and some of his cum dribbled on my hand, which I licked up and the remainder of his cum fell on the floor. Aaron then pushed me up against the tree, crouched down, and took my cock in his mouth, he sucked my cock tightly until I shot two volleys of cum into his mouth. Aaron passed my cock to Steve who was now also crouched down in front of me. I blasted one shot onto the grass before I shot 3 more volleys of cum into Steve’s mouth.

    Steve then pulled my waistband back over my cock. The tight waistband scrapped against my cock, before it rested inside the tight boxer briefs. I had to sit down as I was still leaking cum and I didn’t feel like I could stand. They pulled me up, Aaron told me we had to get going as he thought I would dribbling for hours and they couldn’t wait that long.

    We went back to the car and Aaron drove the car back to his place. Aaron now wanted to take pictures of us wearing the outfits he got us. We had one picture each with our hoodie on but with the zip undone, so we showed off our chains. We then removed our hoodies. I took a picture of Aaron and Steve embraced in a kiss. I then had the picture with snogging and Steve and then another with me snogging Aaron.

    I was hard again, I hooked my waistband under my ball sack so they take another picture from the front and from the side. Aaron and Steve had a picture together, showing off their biceps. Steve looked like a total wimp compared to Aaron.

    Aaron wanted us to film each other sucking each other cocks. Steve immediately said he wanted to suck my cock, Aaron agreed as long as I would suck his cock first. Aaron sat down on the sofa and pulled his waistband down to his thighs, I got in-between his legs and took his cock in my mouth. I used my hand to grip the base of cock as I worked on the head of his thick juicy cock.

    I worked his cock up and down for two minutes, then I could see his breathing got faster his abs were tensing and contracting before he spewed his thick cum into my mouth, he filled my mouth with 3 big shots I swallow all of it down, then kissed him on the lips, so he could taste his own cum.

    Next Steve, pulled his waistband down halfway down his leg, while still standing. Aaron was on his knees in front of Steve. Aaron licked around Steve’s cock and teased him first, then he took his cock head in his mouth and stroked Steve’s balls with his fingers. It didn’t take Steve long to unload his cum into Aaron’s mouth. Steve nearly lost his balance as he came.

    I sat down on the sofa, and when Steve was ready he got between my legs, he hooked my waistband under my balls. Steve starting sucking my cock feverously and had was jacking the base of my cock with his hand, Aaron was taking close up shots of my cock as it repeatedly disappeared into Steve’s mouth. Aaron was now filming from a distance, so he could take in the whole picture, he asked me to look at the camera. I could feel the heat in my groin building and tried my hardest to keep my gaze fixed at the camera lens, but I involuntarily bucked my forward and back, as shot my first volley into Steve’s mouth. For the next volley’s I managed to look back at the camera, to give Aaron a better view of my face. Steve continued to suckle the last dribbles of cum out of my cock until they stopped.

    Aaron sent the pictures and videos to our phones. We sat around for the rest of the evening watching TV and chatting. We remained shirtless and kept our underwear waistbands showing above our tracksuit buttons. That night we all slept in Aaron’s single bed. We removed all our clothing except our chains and wristbands.

    Aaron lay down first, I lay down on top of Aaron but to one side, and Steve did the same on the opposite side. Aaron put one arm around each stoking our butts. We had to remain in this position as the bed was so small.

    “If either of you gets horny in the night, I want you to wank over me. We’ll clean up the mess in the morning”, Aaron requested.

    During the night, Steve got stiff once and I got stiff twice each time Aaron jacked us off we came over his torso. Aaron got stiff once too, and I jacked him off.

    On Sunday morning, we had to peel ourselves off Aaron. Our mutual cum, had dried and had glued us together. Aaron wanted us to shoot one more load before we parted company. He asked to get dressed in all the gear we had bought except our hoodies. We all had morning wood, so it was difficult for me to fit into the boxer briefs again.

    We sat close together on the sofa in front of the TV, with Aaron sat in the middle of us. Aaron showed us a clip from a porn video he had downloaded on the TV. Two cute twink lads were sitting on a sofa, one was around my age, the other was slightly older. They were wearing similar outfits to us. The younger lad was skinny looking. The older guy had was thin too but had a more a defined torso. The film director asking the older lad to wank the younger lad off.

    The older lad put his hand under the waistband of the younger boy’s boxers and started to wank him off. All you could see was his hand moving under the boy’s tracksuit. As the younger boy got close to shooting his load, he pulled his own waistband forward, and you could see his cum shooting across his chest, the older lad then licked cum from his hand and then from the torso of the boy. Aaron paused the video.

    Aaron put one hand under my waistband and his other hand into Steve’s underwear. Steve also did the same to Aaron. Aaron started jacking both our cocks, and Steve was wanking Aaron off. Aaron wanted us to cum at the same time so we had to warn him if we got close. Steve got close to shooing first, so Aaron gave him a break for a few seconds before resuming his wank. I got close next and Aaron gave me a break too.

    When Aaron got close, he told Steve to stop and asked me to jack him off instead. I was keen to try it, so I placed my hand into Aaron’s boxers and started to jack him off inside his tight boxers. We were all getting close to orgasm. Aaron asked Steve to pull both of their waistbands forward, and I pulled my own waistband. We came simultaneously, there were simultaneous moans of each of us as released our teen cum. I shot 6 large volleys of cum over my chest and stomach, I could see Aaron had also shot a large load over himself. Aaron removed his hand and I pulled my own hand back. I was still dribbling cum into my boxers. I licked Aaron’s cum off my hand and I could see he was licking the cum from both his own hands, he had my cum first and then Steve’s. I reached over to lick the cum and Aaron’s chest while he did the same to Steve. The cum on my chest was starting to run down my chest, then suddenly Steve got up, pushed me back against the sofa, and licked my torso clean.

    We sat on the sofa recovering for a while. We then put out hoodies back on, and Steve dropped us home. It would be my fantasy weekend next. I said I would email them instructions for my weekend, as I needed their help to make it special for me.

    TO BE CONTINUED


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  • Toby and his Buick

    It was a normal Tuesday night heading home from another long night of my second shift job. I was young and didn’t mind it much – the pay was good and the insurance better – but it did hamper my personal life some. But I put up with it because I worked with so many sexy, masculine men. While I’m also masculine, I wasn’t the ‘football watching, four wheel driving, fishing all night’ guy like so many I worked with. And because we were all around the same age (both men and women), we were all constantly horny. And the women that worked with us (of which many were quite attractive – even the resident lesbian) kept all the young straight guys panting like dogs in heat.

    Toby was one of those guys I had my eyes on. He was about six feet tall, 185 pounds or so, dark hair, blue eyes and a sexy (I thought at the time) scraggly moustache. His smile was cute and his laugh made me melt. Out of all the guys I worked with, he was one of three that stood out to me. He was cute and sexy. Toby was always talking about the girls there. While he was young (twenty five or so) he was a few yours older than me, so I took his constant talk about girls to mean he was all about the vagina. I was wrong.

    Anyway, Tuesday night I was driving home. I had two main ways to go home: one was mostly highway and the other was back roads. I usually took the back roads when weather permitted but this night, I decided to take the highway. Part of the drive was the same drive Toby took to get home. I knew this but didn’t think about it until I saw a black car much like his on the side of the road near my exit. I slowed as the traffic was lite at 11:40PM on a Tuesday night, and saw that it was indeed Toby inside the car. People had cell phones at this time, but only those in managerial positions with money (this was when text messages cost money to send) so neither he or I had a cell phone. I passed him, pulled off the side of the road and reversed back towards him. I got out and walked back to his car. He saw me and looked relieved.

    I asked him what was going on and he told me his car just died. Which I thought funny internally as he always bragged about his high performance Buick. We popped the hood and looked for anything obvious – we found nothing. I tried to start the car to no avail. He told me his car was doing so good – getting amazing gas mileage. I asked him when he last got gas. He told me it was two weeks ago. Knowing roughly how far he lived from work that didn’t make sense – I lived further and I needed gas ever 9-10 days at least.

    I know more about cars than most. He affirmed he had an empty gas container in his trunk. I suggested he was out of gas but he said no. After much insisting, I took him and his empty container to a 24/7 gas station, had him buy another container and fill them up. I took him back to his car, we dumped the gas in and after a couple of long cranks, it started right up. I followed him to the gas station (in case it died again) and he filled up. His gas gauge was broken as it didn’t move from the three quarters even after a full tank. He wasn’t happy that I, a younger guy, was right. Or maybe because his gem of a car wasn’t as airtight as he seemed to think. At any rate, he left grateful, but in a huff. I smiled relishing being right, yet again.

    At work the next night, I busted his balls over it and, to my surprise, Toby was good with it even in front of the other guys. Admittedly, that caused him to become even more attractive to me. We did our work and when it was time to go, we met at the time clock to punch out. He asked me if I had a minute as we were walking to the parking lot. “For you, I have more than a minute!” I thought to myself. I told him ‘sure’ and we walked to his car. He asked me about how his car was sputtering on the way to work. We popped the hood while everyone left. I got my tools and tinkered around, not finding anything. I told him it could be clogged fuel injectors or fuel filter – maybe he sucked up gunk in the tank.

    I packed up and we went to leave, but his car wouldn’t stay running for long. Eventually, he asked if could take him home, to which I agreed ( having cutie pie Toby in my car for 45 minutes would be a partial dream come true). We talked about his car, then we talked about the girls we worked with. Well, he did, I just listened. He told me he hadn’t ‘gotten any’ in several weeks and that’s one reason he was so grumpy at work. I hadn’t noticed but I suggested he jack it more frequently. He sat quiet for a few minutes then said something that stunned me. He asked if he could give me a hand job.

    I sat there stunned. At least until that sentence reached my cock. I asked him what he meant, laughing. He told me he knew I was gay and was in to him. I sat there not knowing what to say. We were on the highway late on a Wednesday night. Was he messing with me or serious? Was he going to jack me or stab me? We both lived in highly conservative, country towns. Gay people (well, specifically guys) weren’t something welcomed there. I decided to call his bluff.

    I leaned back, making room for him and told him “Yeah. Since I’m taking you home I think you should give me a handy!” He reached over and grabbed my cock, which was partly hard by now. Was he calling my bluff now? I swallowed hard as he leaned over. I sat there saying nothing else, waiting for a ‘gotcha!’ from him. But that never came.

    Be reached undone my pants, my cock now sticking straight up towards my face. His big hands grabbed my boxer covered cock. I can still remember how his hand felt wrapped around my now pulsing cock. Being dark, he couldn’t see it well so he arranged it so it popped out the front of my boxers. I looked over and he was studying it deeply as he started to jack me. He made some comment about my cock being big. At the time I had little experience with different guys and I thought my cock was average. I learned later in life, I’m well above average.

    I couldn’t keep my eyes off the road too long, so I focused back on the road only to feel something warm and wet envelope my dick head. I gasped and looked down only to see the back of his head as he started sucking me like I’ve not been sucked before! I glad the cruise control was one as my legs went stiff when he reached around and cupped my hairy nuts.

    I was coming up on his exit so I pushed him off of me afraid I wouldn’t be able to navigate the exit safely. I came to the stop sign and stopped, sitting there with my wet cock out of my pants. I looked over at Toby and he was sitting there rubbing his own hard cock. “I know a place where we can go if interested” he offered. I nodded and followed his directions while he sat there rubbing his cock – mine not cold for his saliva but still hard.

    “Pull over here” he said, pointing to a cornfield. “What?” I asked. “Here” he said pointing at an entry road tractors used to enter/exit the field. We were in the middle of no where – no where that I’ve been before. I pulled off the road perpendicular to the field’s road, parked, and turned off the car. “Come on” he said as he opened the door. I stuff my cock, now harder than it’s been all day – back in my pants and got out, following him to the passenger side. He reached down, pulled my cock back out quickly (being familiar with my underwear now), bent down and took my cock back in his mouth. Being early September the night was clear and moderately warm. But it could have been below freezing – Toby kept me hot enough.

    After a few bobs on my cock, he pulled back, reached in and pulled out my hairy balls. He slapped his face with my cock. I remember his stubble scraping the head of my dick sending electricity through my body enough to buckle my legs. I caught myself by bracing himself on the top of his head. I felt his dark, curly hair. It was softer than it look – almost silky. “Shit” I head him say as he stood up. “Car. CAR! Put your cock away!” he hissed. I us cast shadows from the car’s light as he expertly stood up, spun around and pointed to the stars. The car drove past while he muttered something about the constellations and pointing. Once the car made the corner, he turned around and picked up where he left off. I caught on quickly and for the next what seemed like twenty minutes he sucked my cock much, much better than I expected him too (even in my last night fantasies), us playing ‘star gazers’ a couple more times when the lone car sped by.

    After the last car, Toby spun around to continue but I stopped him. I wanted to see what Toby Smith was packing. I pulled him back up and he started to kneel, reached over and felt his bulge, which was bigger than I was able to see so far. I pulled his shirt out of his jeans, undone his pants and pulled out his member. We are both cut guys but his cock was wrapped around his upper thigh. I fished around inside his jeans trying to pull out Toby Junior to no avail. He understood what I wanted and whipped out his cock. His cock fell out of his briefs once he pulled them down. Its left curve intrigued me in the moonlight. I reached over grabbing his cock. I remember he gasped as my hands made contact with his super hard cock. I remember running my hand from the hairy shaft, feeling a big vein running along the top of it, to a shovel shaped head that was soaked with precum. He moaned loudly as I encircled his wet head, lubing it up with his own, natural juices.

    Several months prior at work, he reached up to grab something and his shirt rose up and I saw his flat, slightly fuzzy stomach. I used that visual more than anything else when I satisfied myself to him at night, so I was anxious to touch it. Fingers splayed, I ran my other hand up his fuzzy belly, feeling his ribs and ultimately, his hairy chest and erect nipples. He wasn’t as hairy as I was, but he was hairy enough to almost make me cum right then and there. He sighed as I ran my hands over his torso like I was reading brail.

    I bent down and took his cock in to my mouth, leaving my hand as far up on his torso as I could. He grabbed the side of my head and started to face fuck me, his curved cock punching the back of my throat and his well trimmed balls, which were larger than mine, slap my chin. I munched on his cock to the best of my ability.

    Thankfully we were outside in the middle of nowhere because Toby is a loud fucker. He moaned and groaned like someone who had lost their mental capabilities. Spit and precum dripped off my chin, wetting his own nut sack, but neither one of us cared. I noticed his balls stopped slapping my chin when he grunted like a stuck pig and coated my mouth and throat with his thick, lava hot jizz. He held my head firm as he dumped his load. Instinctively I swirled his cum around his shaft with my tongue. I felt his legs start shaking as he almost collapsed on top of me. He pulled his cock out of my mouth still shaking.

    Being young, I spit out his load on to the ground. Not knowing what to do now, I stood up, my own cock now leaking precum like a broken faucet. Breathing heavily, Toby look at me his shirt now mostly opened, his swimmer’s build now reflecting in the moonlight, his little patch of chest hair catching the moonlight.  He knelt down and mentioned he needed to finish what he started. He scooted closer to me, pointed my cock at his chest and pumped my cock two or three times, which is all it took as I blasted my own load on his chest. At the time, I came buckets. The more excited I was, the more I came. The only time I came more than this night have been the few times since then that I’ve bottomed. I coated his chest with my own human spackle. I remember hearing it splatter as I shot his chest and hearing his gasp by the amount. I think I unloaded seven or eight blasts, splattering my juice all over his chest, stubble and, later I’d find out, my own pants and shoes, before everything settled down and my cock stopped shooting and started dripping. I was afraid to be as loud as he was for some reason, so I held my breath while I came. Once my brain registered I’d stopped cumming and needed oxygen I gulped in a lung full of cool fall air, my cock still in Toby’s hand.

    I looked down at his smiling face, which was partly covered in my cum. His own cum literally dripped out of the corner of my mouth and landed on chest, mixing with my own cum. My ears were still ringing when he mentioned something to the effect I came like a fire hose and we both laughed. He stood up and I saw how his chest hair looked much more substantial not that it was covered in white boy juice.

    I forced my still hard, wet cock back in to my pants while he did the same. I went back to my car and grabbed some napkins I had in the glovebox and handed them to him. I watched him try to wipe away my cum from his chest, the napkins falling apart due to the volume of thick cum they were asked to remove. Luckily I had a clean rag in my trunk, which was enough to absorb my cum from his chest. I wadded up the wet rag and tossed it in the trunk as another car rounded the bend, hitting me with its lights. If the car would have arrived a few minutes earlier, they would had a show. I wished, in part, they would have so the light might have allowed me to see more than I did.

    We jumped back in to my car and sat there for a few seconds. I could smell the scent of cum, either from his skin or what was left in my mouth. I started the car and headed to his house. We talked about never speaking about this and Toby told me ‘this doesn’t make me gay’ to which I agreed while rolling my eyes. Factually, I didn’t care if he was or wasn’t. I got to fulfill one of my fantasies with this sexy guy.

    Our work together never suffered and we never spoke of it again – as if it never happened. That might have been because I focused my attention on the two new guys: Mike and Robert. Both were hairy blonde guys – Robert more of a swimmer’s build and Mike more wide and muscular. I made note of the cars they drove hoping I could work out a night with either of them like I had with Toby. And while that never happened, Ryan, another green eyes, hairy blonde guy I worked with, had his own issue outside of work that allowed me to practice what I learned with Toby.


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