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It was several hours of backbreaking labour, chained naked to the generator and running around at a steady pace before Master returned. Several hours of mind-numbing tedium, coupled with extreme frustration and anger at our humbling predicament. It was dusk before he returned to stand at the side and watch our sweating bodies toil mercilessly before him. As I passed him, pushing my heavy bar, I glanced at his face and despaired at the triumphant sneer that signalled his total domination over us.

Finally, he shouted that we were to stop, and we brought the machine to a slow halt. The sound of the buzzer roused me briefly from the feeling of relief as I worried about another painful jolt up my arse. Master simply laughed and shouted that we were to expel our metal butt plugs. As our hands were chained to the bar, we had no choice other than to shit the metal plugs out of our arse, where they had painfully chafed our insides for the whole of the day. I gasped in relief as I felt my arse chute free from its painful invader. Such simple freedoms were wonderful.

It was dusk and it was cold. I could see my ragged breath condensing in the air before me, and yet my body was warm. The effort of a full day of naked hard manual labour had taken its toll. I was learning what it was like to be a beast of burden, naked and compelled to work non-stop in gruelling conditions. As Master released my chain from the beam, I collapsed to my knees in exhaustion and knelt in the dirt at his feet.

After Brad was released and brought over to kneel next to me, Master grabbed our hoods and pulled them roughly off our heads. My head buzzed as the blood started to flow again after two days of skin tight rubber and my jaws ached as Master removed his socks from inside our mouths. My mouth felt disgusting. I had of course not been given any toothpaste since my captivity and now a disgusting taste of feet pervaded my dry mouth as I tried to circulate some feeling back into my mouth.

I looked at Brad and saw the same look of despair on his face. He too was struggling to comprehend what had become of us as we knelt there naked on the filthy floor. Would our misery never end ?

Master grabbed his whip and told us to follow him out of the small building on all fours. Our limbs ached, and our tired minds were desperate for some stimulation and the ability to speak to each other. The opportunity did not come however. We simply followed our owner out of the building, conscious that he was dressed in his warm clothing and his heavy boots as we grovelled naked at his feet.

The cold air hit the sweat on my body and cooled me instantly to a shivering crawling pig. For the first time that I could remember, I was not in heavy chains. However I did not even dare to attempt escape. Master held all the aces as we crawled at his feet. Exhausted and weakened as we were, there is no way that we could have escaped Master’s grip.

Master started to move across the muddy field and we crawled behind him, our imprisoned cocks hanging down in our bare, shaved groins as we scrabbled in the mud. Have you ever crawled naked across a muddy field ? Of course you haven’t. You are a normal human being. I shook my head in disbelief as I realised what I was doing, submitting to this treatment meekly so as to avoid being punished. A total animal. I crawled behind Brad, watching his mighty arse cheeks and thighs from behind: watching his low hanging balls and his caged cock dangling down towards the dirt. Around us, we could see the pigs together in small groups in their field and I began to understand with a sickening realisation that there was absolutely no difference now between the naked, filthy pigs and us naked, filthy manpigs. We were of no higher status than these animals, we ate the same food as them, our naked bodies were always exposed like theirs. In fact, we were treated as lower than them in status by our Master.

As we reached the half way point across the field, a large rectangular mud pool loomed before us in the centre of the field, where the land dipped down to a central small plateau in the field. Master stopped at the edge of the pool. He looked down at us, our hands and lower legs invisible under the layer of thick mud and pigshit at his feet.

“Poor little piggyboys. Feeling sorry for yourselves boys ? If you want to eat tonight pigs, you can show me how low you have fallen. Get in there.”

We crawled into the mud pool and, under the instructions of our sadistic Master, we rolled around in the cold, stinking mud. It covered our bodies in the foul smelling mud until we really were unrecognisable as human beings. Everything from our torsos and limbs, down to our bare heads and our imprisoned cocks were caked in icy mud. And then, following precise instructions from our owner as he stood at the side of the pool and laughed aloud at our ridiculous position, he watched as we were made to stand in the middle of the pool and rub our bodies tightly against each other, then kiss. We stood before each other, and looked into each others’ eyes. It was the only recognisable feature as we kissed passionately, our mud engrained lips embracing to amuse our watching owner. The stimulation of the mud as we rubbed each other’s bodies, coupled with the fact that this was the only contact and compassion we had seen for days, started to stimulate us both. In horror, I realised that my tiny cock was trying to get hard as I rubbed up against Brad, and I could see also that his cock was expanding in its cage. I wanted to scream in pain as my cock was prevented from following its natural course by the cruel rings. And yet still we kissed, standing there caked in mud from head to toe as our Master stood there and watched.

As the darkening gloom enveloped us, we followed Master out of the mud pool when his entertainment was over, and we crawled behind him towards a dimly lit stall. We reached the last few yards between us and the building, and I became aware that our animal companions the pigs were all around us. Master stopped before the door of the pig pen and paused to padlock a thick chain to our metal collars.

He moved inside the pen and we could see him spreading pigswill into the troughs inside. The pigs around us seemed oblivious to the fact that we were there with them, and started to jostle in the mud for positions around us. Clearly, even to the pigs, we could not be seen as human. We were simply animals like them, waiting for our food. A human would not be on all fours naked in the mud.

Master finished spreading the food and opened the door to the pen. The pigs pushed forward into the pen and started to scoff from the trough. Master slapped Brad hard on his bare arse and shouted “Go get your food piggy boy.”

We hadn’t eaten for days. We hadn’t had any drink for days. Although I didn’t want to feel this latest humiliation of eating slop with the pigs, I knew that it would be our only opportunity to eat. Side by side, we crawled into the pen and found ourselves a section of trough. As we knelt before the trough, I looked sideways at Brad. His face was streamed with tears as he lowered his head and started to eat the disgusting mixture. As our Master leant on the door to the pen, he watched his pigs from behind. The only difference between us and the other pigs was his knowledge that we did not want to live the life of a naked pig, a farm animal.

We would have given anything to be a man again. To wear clothes. To be allowed freedom. To watch TV. He had not only enslaved us but de-humanized us. And we meekly knelt there to feed, powerless to prevent his total degradation of us.

Finally we finished and Master released our chain from the post at the door. Pulling us along, he ushered us into a bare brick stall and chained us to a central post. We knelt before him, sub-human in our appearance now as he removed his warm coat and sat on a stool. He pulled out a small book and started to do some reading, sat there on the stool.

I looked at Brad and Brad looked back again. We were grovelling at his feet as he read his book, and there was nothing for us to do. We were of course forbidden to speak. He was clearly emphasising the difference between us as he read his book and we shivered naked at his feet.

Finally, he stood up and stretched. Without a word, he walked over to Brad. He positioned his body on all fours, legs and arms spread. Taking something out of his pocket, he went behind Brad and with a grunt started to push something inside him.

Brad cried in pain as Master pushed the dildo in and out of his exposed arse. His shivering body begged his Master for mercy as he pleaded in whimpers for Sean to stop. Sean ignored Brad’s pleas, his only response to pull downwards on Brad’s exposed balls when he dared to speak human words.

I knelt and watched, too afraid to draw attention to myself, as my friend was raped with the dildo. It was clear that Sean could do as he liked with us now, and there was nothing we could do to prevent his sadistic treatment of our exposed bodies.

Finally, Brad slumped to the floor in defeat when Master stopped invading his arse. With a kick, he responded to his Master’s order to kneel before Sean on his stool.

From across the room I looked at the scene before me. My two former pupils, one of them sitting comfortably on the stool in his full clothing as he looked down at the other kneeling naked on the floor before him, his mighty naked body covered in mud.

I held my breath to listen as Sean spoke softly to Brad. He held Brad’s face upwards so that Brad was forced to look into the eyes of his tormentor as he spoke.

“You know, it’s a real shame what has happened to you Bradley. Only nineteen years of age, your whole life ahead of you. You should be out driving your car, meeting up with your mates for drinks, shagging your girlfriend. Such a handsome hunk.”

He paused and let his words sink in.

“And yet look at you. Instead of that, you will be spending the rest of your life naked, wasting your life as a farm animal. Being used as an object of humiliation to satisfy my sexual drive, when your own cock is locked away. It’s not fair, is it?”

Brad’s head slumped and he appealed to Sean. “Please Sir. Please. I would do anything to be released. Please, you have the power to give me my life back again. Please don’t do this to me Sir. I beg you. What can I do ? What can I give you ?”

Sean chuckled and rubbed his hand across his pet’s bald head and Mohican. “That’s just it though Brad. The only thing you have anymore is your body, and I already can do whatever I want with that anyway. I already own you. Out there they have started a search for you and your boyfriend. Quite a big story in the press. Your parents have even offered a reward for your safe return. Even your rugby club have offered some reward. But of course they don’t know you are animals on a farm now. They wont find you here. So my advice is to forget about your past life and accept your new status.”

He stood up, towering before Brad who had dissolved in tears at the mention of the reward. Somehow, the fact that people were missing us made the whole situation seem even more desperate in that release was impossible.

“There is one thing you could do though Brad,” Sean stated.

Brad looked up as Master moved towards me. Reaching to the wall, Master pulled down a set of ankle manacles and chained them in place on me. Pulling me to the back of the stall, he rolled me onto my back. Without a word, he grabbed my ankle manacles and pulled them upwards. With a final push, he attached the chain to a hook on the wall.

I lay there, my head and upper body on the ground, my spread legs chained above me and my arse open wide in the air.

Master moved over to Brad and told him to stand. Without a word, Master unlocked Brad’s cock from its prison and released it. He stood before Brad and rubbed his cock into life. Of course, it did not take long before Brad’s cock stirred into life and reacted to its freedom.

“You have a proper cock Brad. A man’s cock. What a shame it will only be released once every few weeks. Still, better than not at all like that bitch. But just remember Brad that if it wasn’t for that bitch you would not be here. Your life has been wasted because of your closeness to that manbitch over there. It was his faults, his arrogance, his pride in you that got you enslaved. I only did it to upset him. I only took your life away as a demonstration of my power over him.”

“But its not fair Sir. Please Sir, don’t do this to me,” Brad whimpered, his body gyrating and his face betraying his intense satisfaction as Sean rubbed his free cock.

“I can’t set you free Brad. I need to keep you as my animal. But I can give you some revenge.” He motioned towards me, and pushed Brad in my direction.

“It’s the only pussy you will ever get now. And you won’t be allowed to cum often. So you had better take advantage whenever I let you free.”

Brad looked from Sean to me and he realised that Sean’s words were true. He knew he would never be released, and he knew that he needed relief. He stood before me and I looked up at him from between my outstretched legs. My arse quivered as I felt Brad’s body touch mine. I saw the doubt flicker in Brad’s eyes: he was a straight boy. But then I saw the recognition dawn that I was his pussy now, and he needed to cum. I closed my eyes as he positioned himself at my hole. And with one animalistic grunt, he pushed against my hole and his cock plunged inside me.

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Our life had settled into a routine. It must have been three or four months since our capture, and any hope of release from our naked slavery had long since faded. We had no concept of dates any more, of times of the day or of the normal passing of the human world. As naked animals, time was irrelevant to us.

Our waking moments were spent in constant toil as beasts of burden. We spent days toiling on the electricity generator. We knew that the potential use of this as a source of income for Master was virtually nil. It was simply a means of teaching us our place in life, toiling endlessly with no reward other than jolts of electricity up our abused arses if we ceased to toil. Master did not need to employ farm hands any more.

We spent days on our hands and knees, from dawn until dusk, our bodies hobbled by severe chains, pulling up crops from the ground with our bare hands. Master came and watched our progress at intervals, eager to lash a whip across our backs if he felt we were too slow, but we were often left alone like this, naked in the freezing winter cold. Our days would end with the chain between ankles and wrists removed and tied to the back of Master’s tractor. Our return to the farm was no longer a jog though, we now sprinted behind the tractor with Master not even giving a backwards glance as he returned at a steady pace back to the farm buildings. Regardless of incline, of weather or of ground conditions. Our naked bodies abused as we ran at full pelt, chains and metal adornments flying in the wind.

Thankfully, our scarecrow duty appeared to only be on a cycle of once per week. Ironically, this was the most agonising of all of our duties even though it simply involved our crucifixion on the cross for a 24 hour period. Again, we knew that our actual role of scarecrows was meaningless, not least because the field contained no crops other than mud. However, Master was demonstrating his total control over us and we were powerless to resist. He added a new torture now when we were chained to our cross. A fence picket was shoved unceremoniously up our arse and tied in place for the duration. This was to remind us that even when Master was not using our arse, it nevertheless belonged to him at all times. There were times when, in the middle of a freezing night, I pleaded with God to take me away from my slavery. As I shivered uncontrollably and felt the wooden invader shoved inside me, I soon came to realise that my only God was now my Master.

And so we moved between demeaning tasks, all designed to remind us we were now animals. He would also employ us in a small paddock, moving large rocks from one end of the paddock to the other. The work was back breaking, but we would not be allowed to return to our animal stalls until every rock had been moved. And if Master had to come out in the dark, we would be severely whipped. We learnt that lesson quickly. The following day would invariably involve carrying the heavy rocks back to their initial place in the paddock. Such a waste of our once promising lives.

In the entire length of our enslavement, we have been allowed four days respite from our constant toil. Four days in which we were taken out to the muddy pig enclosure. Our neck collars were chained to a central post by a ten foot chain and Master taught us that whenever he approached the pig area, we were to be wallowing in the mud. This was perhaps the greatest demonstration of the total degradation and animalisation forming our new lives as slaves. Two guys who were formerly very successful in our lives as free men, our bodies now the peak of manly perfection. Now spending our only “leisure time” chained naked by our necks in the middle of a pig field. We sat there huddled together naked in the deep mud, our lower bodies caked in the sloppy dirt. And whenever our owner appeared, we were forced to unquestioningly embrace each others’ bodies and roll around in the mud, covering our whole bodies in the foul smelling substance. By the end of the day, we were unearthly creatures and indistinguishable from the pigs, a fact enforced by the way that we were fed alongside of our more fortunate animal colleagues.

Our shaved and naked bodies were constantly engrained with dirt and filth, since we had not washed throughout our time as animals. Our feet and skin were becoming hardened to outdoor use, and our bodies were adapting to the harsh reality of constant nudity in our cold climate. My body had already been toned, but now it took on a hardened steel brought about by constant manual labour without the effects of idle free time, or fatty foods. Brad became a colossus of a man, his young and buff body sculpted to absolute perfection. Ironically, he would have been a god to women and to his rugby club if he had lived in freedom: as it was, only I got to his appreciate the naked wonder of his body. We accepted our water and pigswill as the only food we would ever taste, and we learnt to live in naked servitude, bound in iron chains.

The most frightening aspect of our new life was, however, the adaptation of the mind. Although I was conscious of how my thoughts were changing, I could do nothing to prevent a slide into becoming a beast within me as well as externally. Thoughts of my past, as a free man, became detached. It seemed now to be the world of another person in my memories, as I could not imagine the simple pleasures of clothing, of freedom and of mental stimulation.

Our minds became dulled as we worked, the mindless tedium of such repetitive tasks punctuated only occasionally by a whip or a similar form of punishment from our owner. I began to see myself as an animal as I cowered before my Owner, Him dressed in His human clothing and me naked in chains. I was truly afraid and in awe of my Master now. He controlled my every movement. He dictated my entire day. He had absolute power over me.

It was my Master who had locked my tiny cock away, and this power more than any other seemed to me to emphasise how much he owned me. I was desperate for release, desperate to be allowed to cum. Just thinking about it made my cock stir, before the pain of heavy bondage made it deflate again. It seemed so, so unfair that I was not even allowed the basic pleasure of masturbation. I was constantly in a state of sexual frustration that I knew would never be fulfilled. My only form of sexual release came in being fucked by both my Master and by Brad when he was released from his chastity.

And so my feelings for my Master and for Brad awakened. Despite myself, I almost craved attention from my Master and I felt the stirrings of a love for Brad beyond anything ever possible, as he was my fellow slave and animal. I would never see a woman again and I began to see my role in terms of my service to both Master and Brad. After a couple of weeks of enforced chastity, Brad took pity on me and tried to help me gain some release. Chained in our animal stall, I lay on my back as Brad tried to stimulate my cock in a way that may make some release. I closed my eyes and contemplated how low we had fallen, as we now openly played with our naked bodies. We had no privacy left, and no taboos now that we were animals. It was useless. Brad could gain no release for me, and I wept openly in the knowledge that I would never have an orgasm again.

Brad held me to his bare chest as I wept, and I could smell the aroma of his manly sweat, tied in with the smells of our animalhood. We lay together arm in arm and realised that this was our only chance of tenderness and affection. Tenderly, I kissed his chest and moved up to meet his eyes. Despite the fact that we were totally straight guys, our lives as men were over. We recognised that as we kissed, and our kisses turned to the passionate kisses of lovers. We recognised that as we embraced each other and worshipped each others’ bodies with our hands and our mouths.

So now we really are lovers. Neither of us feels gay. But we know that we need each other and we do love each other passionately. All of the total degradation that I feel every day is bearable, because I know that I can sleep in the arms of Brad at the end of the day. We can never be total lovers in our extreme bondage, with our genitals locked away. But we try as best as we can. We are totally animalised, our animal stall soiled by our excrement and piss as we lie on the cold stone floor, after eating our pigswill. But it is also our bedroom, as ridiculous as that may seem.

It did not take Master long to realise the change in our relationship, and he revelled in informing us that he enjoyed what he had made us become. He had transformed us from successful heterosexual attractive guys with a bright future, into naked gay animal slaves. He reminded us that he had total power to take away our relationship by housing us separately, or working us separately, or gagging us at any stage. He informed us that he had new depths of degradation in store for us and that failure to perform to his expectations would mean we would live in isolation from each other.

He had taken everything from us. Everything. Our lives, our freedom, our bodies, our sexuality. Everything. And now he not only possessed total control over us, but he also had the power to take away the one positive in our life.

And so started a systematic further reduction in our status. As well as animal slaves, we also would learn to become his personal attendants. Body service, toilet service, and houseboy work in front of some of his vile friends. Myself and Brad reduced to naked gayboys.

But that’s a whole new chapter ….

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Despite everything that he had done to us, he still had further power in that he could take away the only positive in our lives, our dependency on each other. He knew this, and he reminded us daily that any pleasure we gained was only possible because he allowed it. What he gave us, he could easily take away. He was our malevolent God.

He told us how easy it would be to keep us housed in separate animal stalls, working in ways that meant we would never have any physical contact with each other. We would be working beasts without the ability to take comfort in each other. Everything was his choice and out of our power as his animals.

And so we started to serve him in new ways. We would kneel before him as he stripped off his clothing, and respond enthusiastically to his orders to lick his body. We would give him a tongue bath, both of us, as he reclined in the barn on an old settee. We would lick his whole body, from his armpits to his balls to the dirt between his toes, washing our Masters firm body as slaveboys.

He would spend an hour or two reclining in the barn, listening to his music. Whilst one of us lay belly down before him and kept his cock warm in our mouth, the other would be positioned under his arse. We learnt to spend an hour or two positioned in his arse crack, our face flattened under him and our nose and mouth lodged in his arse. A naked seat as he reclined in comfort. He would take great delight in leaving his crack unwashed, our duty being to lick and clean Masters crack for him as he reclined in comfort.

Always after such humiliating use, we returned ashamed to our cell. It was hard to accept his brutal use of us. But there was nothing that we could do to prevent it. He owned us – every fibre of our being – and we were as ever powerless to resist.

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A light breeze blew across the track, and low clouds gave the day a moderate temperature.As Quin Forden stepped onto the gravel surface, he felt relief in the coolness.Walking the track in the heat was misery; he’d done it enough to know, and PE class could be miserable enough without the hot sun beating down.

He hated this class. Quin was only in this class because his parents couldn’t afford the band fees. He’d been first chair tenor sax since ninth grade, but for his senior year, he was forced to take a PE class since he was no longer a member of the band. Graduation couldn’t come soon enough.

He heard them before he saw them. The Group of Five, as they called themselves were coming up behind him. Their stealth would not win any awards, and if they relied on hunting for their food, they’d starve. “Hey, pussy, walking again today?”

“What a loser.”

“What do expect from a cocksucking faggot?”

Quin kept walking. He wished they’d come up with new words.

“Leave him alone,” called Grant Taylor to other guys in the P.E. class. “You’re being assholes, and it’s getting old.” Grant jogged up beside him and matched his pace. “My sister says they’re troglodytes,” said Grant.

Quin laughed. “I doubt they know what that means. They certainly are a different species.” Quin liked it when Grant kept pace next to him. Quin felt a tinge of excitement and a large pit in his stomach when the two of them were together.

“We’re all a little different, aren’t we,” Grant said while looking at the ground before glancing over at Quin.

Quin thought about the statement. What was Grant trying to say? Maybe nothing at all. Quin wished he could read Grant’s mind. They’d known each other since elementary school, but since middle school, this was the only class they’d shared. Before this year, they’d only spoken briefly in the halls or at lunch. “So, how are you different?” he asked.

Grant’s cheeks became hot turned red. Even with the breeze, sweat beads formed on his brow. The time had come, Grant had decided. “Maybe I’m different like you are.” Grant swallowed hard. He wasn’t sure how to let Quin know that he liked him, liked him more than he liked his best friend. Thought about him in ways that the other boys wouldn’t understand.

Quin decided to put it out there. He was tired of being alone. It was risky; he worried that Grant could use the truth against him, but Grant had been nice to him, even protective. But it could blow up, and he’d end up truly alone. “Are you gay, Grant?” Quin noticed Grant’s lower lip start to quiver. “You know, Grant, if you were gay, I would ask you out.”

“You would?” Grant flashed a smile; his whole body relaxed.

Tony Rodriguez caught up with them. “Hey, bro. See you tonight?”

Grant nodded. “Yeah.”

Tony was off again, jogging away.

Grant turned to Quin. “He’s fucking my sister. My mom doesn’t know. She’d be furious.”

“How would she feel if she found out you were gay and dating me.” Quin stared at the ground.

“I don’t know, but I like you. I hope you know that. But I kind of more than like you. I’m willing to risk my mom not being happy about it.

“I like you, too, Grant. I have for a long time.”: He turned and smiled. “I liked you even before I saw you naked in the shower.”

“What?” Grant realized he had seen him in the locker room shower. All the guys had. “Now that you’ve seen me naked?” asked Grant. He couldn’t believe they were having this conversation.

“I think you’re fucking sexy,” Quin whispered to him.

“I’ve always thought you were handsome. Even back in elementary school. I used to wish I were as good looking as you. You always seemed, I don’t know exactly. Far away, maybe.”

“I never had the feeling that anyone liked me very much.”

“People didn’t know what to say to you because your parents were so poor. I remember wanting to invite you to my birthday party, and my sister and mom said it would make you feel uncomfortable because you wouldn’t be able to buy me a present.”

“Maybe they were right.” Quin looked down and kicked the ground.”

“But if you invite me to your house, I’ll come.”

“My father would embarrass us.”

“Is that better than being ignored? My father left and hasn’t called or written or anything.”

“I’m sorry,” Quin looked over at Grant. “That seems worse. So, you want to come over then. We can go to my room, and…” The possibility of what the two of them could do in private excited him. What would it be like to be kissed? To touch someone, maybe even touch his privates?

“Make out,” Grant smiled.

Quin smiled back.

“I read an article that said a lot of gay guys don’t, um, don’t, have sex in their butts.”

“You mean they don’t fuck each other?” Quin turned red when he said it.

“Yeah. It said they suck each other and do handjobs,” Grant said.

“I’d want to at least try butt sex, wouldn’t you. I mean, I’ve put my finger in my butt while I jerked off and it felt good. And, I hope you won’t be mad, I’ve imagined putting my dick in you while I was jacking.”

“I’ve done the same thing. I wish it were tonight already. Do you think I could spend the night? I’m going to invite you over to spend the night, but I’ve got to clear it with my mother first. I’m sure she won’t care.”

“I’ll check with mine, but I don’t have a phone, so I can’t text you. Bring extra clothes just in case.”

“Fuck,” muttered Grant. “My dick is hard just thinking about this.”

“You’re a horny bastard aren’t you,” chuckled Quin.

“For you, I am.”

The coach blew the whistle calling the boys back to the locker room. The two of them began to jog toward the building. They quietly dressed for their next class. As arranged, they met after school in the parking lot. Quin gave Grant a map to his house and then ran to catch the bus home.

At six-thirty, Grant drove his old Chevy pick-up into the driveway of the Forden place. He was amazed by the lack of anything in the yard. An old farmhouse that had been maintained well stood among tall trees. A shed with no door wasn’t far away. Quin ran out and pointed him to a place to park.

“Is everything OK?” he asked Quin.

“My mother said she doesn’t care. My father’s not home yet.” Quin looked up as he heard his father’s car pull into the driveway and drive past them. The car pulled into an open shed, and his father got out. “Father, this is Grant. He’s a friend from school. Is it OK if he spends the night? We want…”

His father cut him off. “Is he the one you wrote about in your journal? The one you’re in love with?”

Quin turned pale. He was unaware that his father had been through his things and read his journal. Grant wasn’t sure what to say either.

“I guess that means he is.” His father turned toward the house. “I don’t care if he stays, but if you boys fuck, keep the noise down. I need my sleep.” He continued into the house.

“I can’t believe your dad just said that.”

“I told you he’d embarrass us,” nodded Quin. “Have you eaten? My mom left a can of soup out for me.”

“Actually, I wasn’t sure when you had dinner, so I brought plenty of chicken tenders for us. There’s enough for your parents, too, if you want to share. I also got us some coke. It’s in the car.”

The two of them retrieved everything from the truck and went inside. Grant was surprised at how sparsely furnished the house was. The kitchen was spotless. A can of soup sat on the kitchen table. There was no furniture in the dining room. Quin led him upstairs to his room. “There are two rooms up here. I’m not allowed in the other one. I have my own bathroom, and I have a full-sized bed. Are you going to sleep next to me?”

“Yes. If I’m able to sleep.”

Quin smiled.

Grant put his things down. Quin put the box of chicken on the boards that served as his desk. Grant moved to him and placed his hands on Quin’s hips. They gazed into each other’s eyes.

“I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve dreamed about your coming here and holding me. Telling me that… “

“That I love you? I think I do. I think about you all the time. Any dreams I had about the future have included you.”

“The future?” asked Quin. “I don’t think about the future. Not much, anyway.”

“But you’re smart. You always get good grades. You’re always on the honor roll. I always check. What kind of job do you want?”

“I just always figured I’d get a job where my father works, at the turkey place,” Quin looked away.

“Is that what you want, Quin? I mean, if that’s what you want, then that’s fine.”

“I worked there last summer. I modified their computer system to track the turkeys better. I’ve got ideas to barcode things so there’s less chance for error.”

“You’re kidding me? You’re not? You’re computerizing the turkey place? That’s fucking awesome, Quin. Wow. I didn’t even know you were interested in computers.”

“Yeah. I’ve checked out some books from the library and learned some database stuff. I’ve written some programs; I just don’t have a computer to test them on.” He grabbed a notebook from under his desk. “See what I’ve written.”

Grant scanned the notebook filled with computer code and diagrams. “This is so damn sexy, Quin. Looking at how smart you are is making me hard.”

“The chicken’s getting cold; let’s wash our hands. The bathroom is through there. Grant followed him, washed his hands, and came back to the box. He grabbed a tender and held it out for Quin. Wiggling it, he said, “Share this with me.”

Quin took a bite, and Grant ate a bite as well. Quin smiled a bit another piece, and Grant threw the last piece into his mouth.

“I want to share everything I have with you.”

“That’s a big statement, Grant. We haven’t finished high school yet.”

“It’s the way I feel,” Grant said as he moved closer to Quin. The two shared their first kiss. It was a closed-mouth kiss, but both were excited by the intimacy of it.

“I’m sorry I don’t have chairs. We could sit on the bed, but the box springs squeak.”

“Let’s pull the mattress on the floor.” He got up and grabbed one side of the mattress. Quin grabbed the other side, and they moved it onto the floor. They kicked off their shoes and sat in the center with the box of chicken.

Grant ate another tender before wiping his fingers and reaching to touch Quin’s crotch. “Did you ever suck anyone before?” he asked.

Quin shook his head. “You?”

“No. But I read about it. You have to make sure not to use your teeth. Slide your pants off.”

“I need to tell you something.” Quin pulled his knees to his chest and grabbed another tender.

Grant moved over to him and put his arm around his shoulders. “What is it? You can tell me.”

“My dick’s ugly.”

“I doubt it.”

“No, it is. It doesn’t look like the other guys’ dicks. That’s why I don’t shower after PE.”

“Well, I’m going to see it in a minute. Pull your pants down.”

Quin unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped. Grant grabbed the cuffs of his pants and pulled them off. Quin’s underwear was pulled half-way down, revealing a six-and-a-half-inch semi-hard uncut penis. Grant stared at it, and it became fully erect.

“Fuck, man. That’s an awesome dick. And it’s not circumcised; that’s fucking cool.” Grant lowered himself between Quin’s legs. Using his fingers, he moved the foreskin back and forth on the shaft. Quin trembled. Grant looked up at him. “This is a great dick. I love your foreskin.” He paused. “There’s only one first time, and this is ours.” Then he kissed the head of Quin’s cock, pushed his tongue out to rub across the bottom of the head, and wrapped his lips in a circle before sliding down the shaft. He took care to keep his teeth away.

Quin clenched his teeth together. The sensations emanating from his dick overpowered his brain. His eyes began to water. He made little whimpers, punched his hands into the mattress, and shot a stream of sperm into Grant’s mouth.

Grant jerked his head back and started laughing. Cum dripped from his chin.

“Oh, I’m sorry, shit. I didn’t mean…”

Wiping his face, Grant sat back. “Fuck, Quin, that was intense.”

Quin leaned forward to wipe the rest of his spunk from Grant’s face. Grant kissed him. “I didn’t mean to come so fast.”

“It’s OK, babe. I wasn’t expecting it either. But I guess it’s years of holding back the truth. This is the fun of being with you. You came so hard, too. I like your dick, Quin. It’s a great dick.”

“What about yours?” asked Quin.

“Mine’s begging to get out and visit you,” he laughed.

“Well, then let him out.”

Grant pulled off his shirt; Quin immediately kissed his chest. Grant moved his head down and met Quin’s lips.

“Stand up, Grant.”

Quin remained on his knees as Grant stood and unbuckled his pants. They slid down easily, and he stepped out of them.

“These need to come off, too,” said Quin as he pulled Grant’s underwear to his ankles. Grant’s cock was similar in size and shape to his own except that it was circumcised. Quin noticed the precum forming at the tip, and he stretched his tongue out to taste it. He noted that it matched the taste of his, and he moved closer to lick the head of his lover’s penis.

Grant moaned softly. “That’s fucking better than I imagined it.” As Quin ran his tongue roughly up and down the shaft and then plunged the hard cock into his mouth, the urge to come built up quickly for Grant as well. Grant fought that urge, but when Quin grabbed his ass and pulled the dick completely into his mouth, Grant grabbed Quin’s head and dumped his seed into Quin’s throat.

After his final thrust, Grant released Quin, who fell back on the bed and gasped for air.

“Fuck, babe, I didn’t realize what I was doing.”

Quin looked into his eyes. “If you’re trying to get me pregnant, you’re using the wrong hole.”

Grant pushed him backward, and the two laughed and kissed. “I’m still hungry; I want another piece of chicken.”

Quin sat up on his elbows. “I’ve got a gallon of your seed in my belly, but I could use another piece as well. Grant handed him one. They ate in silence as they locked eyes and smiled. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been,” said Quin. “And you’re the reason. Let’s take a shower and put Vaseline in our holes. I’m going to want to do everything with you tonight.”

Grant smiled broadly. “You’re the boss, Quin.”

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Here’s another one from my first round of Thanksgiving Tales a few years back. More still to come…

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So when Campbell asked if he could bring one of his buds home with him for Thanksgiving break, I was a little bummed. I’d been kind of hoping… well, it sounded dumb even to me, but he’d kind of promised we’d spend some time together when he came home for the holiday. I mean, I was a freshman now, old enough to let that kind of thing roll off my back. But still, things had gotten real interesting between us over the summer, and then my big bro had kept that vibe going when we talked and texted the next few months while we were back at school. So I had kind of high hopes that the light messing-around we’d done back in July and August might go a little further.

Then when he showed up with Adam on Wednesday night, I immediately knew something was up. Nothing you could quite put your finger on, just a kind of low-key vibe between them. Adam was a cool dude though, a big jockish easygoing bro type like my big bro, and he didn’t treat me like some dumb kid or anything. Good-looking, too. We played video games when the two of them weren’t out chilling with Cam’s old high school friends, and the three of us went to see the new James Bond movie after dinner on Thursday. We even went out to Best Buy and shit like that on Black Friday. I didn’t know exactly what was up between them, but I liked Adam, and I tried not to be a jealous little kid about it.

They were both crashing down in the basement, where Cam had moved his bedroom his senior year of high school, with a camp bed set up for Adam in the rec room. Allegedly, anyway, because I went down to the kitchen to get a drink late Friday night, and yeah, so I’m just a freshman and whatever, but I know the sounds of two people fucking when I hear it. And I for sure know the sounds of Cam getting his nut. That’s what the two of them were doing downstairs.

I lingered around the kitchen, listening to the grunts, the laughs, the slap of flesh on flesh, the sounds of what I was pretty sure was some intense kissing, all coming from downstairs. My cock was hard as fuck in my sleep pants as I tried to picture what was happening down there, what all they were doing. I guess I got a little lost in that, because before I had time to react, I heard Cam’s heavy footsteps coming up the stairs from the basement three at a time, and there he was, his cock still all thick and mostly hard, leaking a wet patch into his UAs, shirtless and looking even bigger than he did back in the summer, big and sexy and with that just-got-laid cocky smile on his beard-scruffy face.

“Hey, Stevie,” he said, opening the fridge and getting a couple of bottles of water. I could smell it on him, sweat and cum and something even more than that. The smell of dude sex, I just knew it.

He set the waters down, poured himself a glass of iced tea, and drank it slowly, his chest still having a little, abs on point, that big dick of his still real present in his tight little shorts. Looking at me with that cocky, confident grin of his, as he watched me checking him out.

“Up kinda late, huh dude?” he said.

“Guess so. Guess y’all are too,” I replied, blushing despite myself.

“Yeah, but I think we’re ready to hit the sack now, bro,” he said. He knew I knew what they’d been doing. He gave me a look, cocking his head to the side a little in that way he had, and then grinned slowly.

“I promised we’d hang out some more over the break, didn’t I, Stevie?” he said, and his voice had that edge to it, the one he put on when he was in a certain mood, that could get him anything he wanted. I just nodded, feeling like a dumb kid, a dumb little-bro kid.

“I didn’t forget, dude,” he said, stepping in close. He tucked his fingers under my chin – I could still smell the cum on them, god damn – and tilted my face up to meet his gaze. Looked at me for a long minute, then leaned in like he was going to kiss my lips… and then diverted to murmur in my ear at the last minute.

“Folks are gone all day tomorrow, little bro,” he said, low and deep, giving me chills all over, making my already-hard cock throb doubletime in my sleep pants. “We’ll chill together, yeah?”

The big hot fucker had me, and he knew it, but it didn’t matter. It was just a fact, out there between us, like the fact of him teaching me how to suck dick at the beach last summer, and how he’d swallowed my loads too, and how we’d come so close to making out but never quite got there, even though he could tell how ready I was for that. Just the facts between us, that’s all. Like the fact that I was ready for anything with him, now, tomorrow, whenever.

Cam’s lips grazed my ear in what was a lot like a kiss.

“See you tomorrow, little brother,” he whispered, then squeezed my arm and headed back downstairs, his ass big and muscled and tight and fucking perfect in his tight UA trunks. I went straight back up to my room, and had to stroke out a furious, intense load before I could get to sleep.

The two of them sat there at the breakfast table in their sleep pants and T-shirts the next morning totally casual, wolfing down eggs and French toast and making conversation, like I didn’t know they’d been fucking up a storm half the night. When Cam leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach contentedly before stretching and yawning, his T-shirt all tight on his big torso, he winked at me when he saw me looking. And I could swear Adam was looking at me differently too – still friendly, but kind of knowing, too. I guess Mom and Dad had no clue, all busy with getting up and ready to head out.

“We’ll be back later this evening,” Dad said as he bounced the car keys in his hand. “You guys can amuse yourselves, right?”

We all nodded and said “Yes sir.” Cam and Adam got up and headed downstairs, talking about Fallout. But I guess maybe Dad did have some clue, because he hung back as Mom headed out to the garage, and gave me that same head-slightly-cocked look that Cam did, silent for a moment like he was trying to figure out what to say. Like maybe he was trying to figure out how to talk to me now I was 18, and not a kid anymore.

“Don’t let those guys get you into trouble,” he said with a half-smile. “And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, y’hear?”

He gave my shoulder a squeeze, winked at me – what the hell did that mean? – and closed the door to the garage behind him. I sat there at the table, finishing my OJ, wondering what that was all about, if he could possibly know, and then what could possibly happen today with Adam still around, when Cam’s voice boomed up from the basement.

“We’re gonna get showered up, Stevie,” he said. “Come down and hang with us after, if you want to.”

I put my glass in the dishwasher and raced up to my room, to get showered up myself.

I was nervous as hell as I went downstairs to the rec room, and even more when I saw Cam and Adam sitting there on the big sofa side by side, shirtless, smiling at me. Cam shifted to his right and patted the cushion between the two of them. The way they were both looking at me, all cool, confident, knowing… no way. Surely Cam hadn’t told his buddy about us…

“Come chill with us, lil bro,” Cam said, patting the seat between them again.

“It’s cool, dude,” Adam said, stretching his arm across the back of the sofa where they wanted me to sit.

So I guess maybe they had been talking. My feet were moving before I knew what I was doing, and when I lowered my ass onto the sofa cushion, I felt them both shift in a little closer to me, Adam’s muscled forearm grazing the back of my neck, as my big bro laid his hand on my thigh and squeezed.

“Promised you some chill time, Stevie,” Cam said, then leaned across in front of me. Adam was leaning in from the other side, and I practically gasped out loud as they grinned at each other and met in a slow, deep, wet kiss. Immediately, my cock started to harden in my sweats, especially with Cam’s big hand rubbing my thigh, and now Adam’s teasing the back of my neck real lightly, as they softly grunted, lips smacking, tongues all wet and shiny as they probed each other’s mouths.

“Adam’s real cool, don’t worry, kiddo,” Cam said when they separated, then leaned in and kissed my stunned mouth, gently prying my lips apart with his tongue. I accepted it, too shocked to do anything else, my head racing. This was what I’d wanted all summer long, with Cam. Everything else had been great, but this, our tongues meeting, shifting, tasting, exploring – this was what I’d stroked my cock imagining just about daily and nightly ever since he’d gone back to school.

I felt Adam’s lips press to the side of my neck, then his hand rubbing my stomach through my T-shirt, up to my pecs, and I let out a moan-grunt of surprise and need into Cam’s mouth. The both of them chuckled, and when Adam’s fingertips grazed over the proud tent in my sweats, I about came in my shorts right there and then.

“Cam told me you were a hot kid, bud,” Adam murmured against my ear, between soft, moist kisses on it. “Been lookin’ forward to meetin’ ya.”

I just shivered, moaned again, and when Cam extracted his tongue from my mouth and moved back, ruffling my hair with a big grin, Adam moved in to take his place. This time I was ready for it, and him, and I found myself responding quicker, naturally, sitting up to kiss him back now, loving his soft sounds of approval.

We went on like that for some time, trading off deep, wet, probing kisses, working our way out of our clothes – well, the guys really worked me out of mine, I didn’t have much to do with that – and feeling each other up. It was amazing, like starring in my own private porno or something, these big, muscular, good-looking college seniors letting me touch and taste and play, while they did all that and more to me.

“You and me, we did quite a few things over the summer, huh lil bro,” Cam said as Adam got up on his knees on the couch, ass towards us, then bent over and rested his forearms on the arm of it, making his muscled glutes pop and dimple as they flexed. I groped the throbbing bulge in my trunks, as Cam chuckled and mussed my hair again.

“Figured you’d be game for some more advanced lessons, am I right?” he asked, then leaned in past me to kiss each of Adam’s firm, dimpled cheeks. Cam winked at me, then guided the back of my head forward to kiss the other cheek, making him moan and push his ass back even more.

“My bud here, he can throw one hell of a fuck… but he’s got a lot of bottom in him too, lil bro,” Cam murmured, squeezing each of his fuckbud’s prime cheeks, before leaning in to kiss his crack.

I groped myself and stared, seeing something I’d watched in porn happening for real, right in front of me, for the very first time. I watched Cam’s long, talented tongue snake out and lick up and down Adam’s crevice as the dude moaned, and when his hand found the back of my head and pulled me in closer, I was ready. Together, we licked and lapped and nuzzled on the hot fucker’s trench, tongues occasionally touching, grinning at each other when they did. When I got close to Adam’s tight, lightly furred hole, I hesitated. Cam squeezed the back of my neck, shifted me back, then took my place, that long, spit-slicked tongue of his licking Adam’s hole, lightly at first, then more focused, rotating and swirling, probing, growling hungrily as he lacquered his best bud’s tight, winking hole with a layer of shiny spit. It was trickling down into the fur on Adam’s taint, and I found myself drawn in, running my tongue over it, tasting my big bro’s spit and the sweaty musk of Adam’s taint and trench.

I started to run my tongue up to where Cam was working, licking the point of his chin and the spit collecting there in his beard scruff, suddenly super into his bro spit. I licked at his tongue as he worked, and he pulled his head back, giving me a curious grin. Then he licked my lips and my tongue, spat a thick spitwad onto Adam’s hole, and pushed my face gently but firmly in. I grunted aloud when I tasted his spit and felt the pulsing wink of the big dude’s asshole against my tongue, finding myself basically making out with it, and loving it.

“More,” I grunted, leaning back, wanting another spitwad to glaze Adam’s hole with, and maybe even push inside. This time, Cam grabbed my bottom jaw, prying my mouth open, my tongue extending automatically as I watched his lips purse… and then he spat right onto my tongue, before pushing my head forward. I knew exactly what to do, and we repeated that a couple times, my big bro spitting on my tongue, then guiding me in to apply it onto and inside his best bud’s hole. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever experienced.

Cam took over again, only this time, when he spat onto Adam’s hole, I was right there to chase it back up, and instead of pushing it into that tight ring of muscle, I grabbed the back of my big bro’s head and pushed my tongue, all slicked with his spit, into his mouth. He grunted with surprise and lust, kissing me back hard, and then pulled back to spit right into my mouth, before chasing that with his tongue. That turned into a few minutes of spit-soaked brotherly making out, until Adam bumped his fine ass back against us.

“Hey, fuckers, you forget about me or something?” he said with a grin.

We laughed together, and before I knew what was going on, Cam was behind me, his big hard cock nestling between the cheeks of my ass, his hands on my hips, guiding me towards Adam’s big, sexy ass. I let my bro skin my trunks down my thighs, my cock harder than it had ever been, snapping up hard against my abs, loving Cam’s approving growl and the way he stroked my thighs, my hips, then took my teen cock in hand as he fed me another spitwad on his agile tongue.

“Time to show me what you got, lil bro,” he murmured in my ear, slow-jacking my cock, making it leak, before he rubbed it over the tip of Adam’s spit-dripping hole. Adam moaned, I moaned, and Cam chuckled low in his throat, as he used my cocktip to tease his best friend, rubbing it over and around him, painting my precum on top of the layers of spit. Then I felt his big hand slide down the small of my back, over the swell of my ass, grabbing hold of it as he lined me up.

“Adam’s had plenty of my cock, lil bro… but he’s been wanting to try yours too. See if good dick runs in the family, y’know?”

His lips nuzzled the side of my neck, finding that spot he’d located last summer that made me turn to jelly, and teasing it, as he pushed my cocktip further. I could feel that ring starting to give, my cock starting to really push into the dude.

“So show us, lil buddy,” Cam murmured in my ear. “Make your big bro proud, baby bro.”

Then he pushed my ass, and Adam pushed back, and the dude opened right up and I was losing my cherry, just like that.

Oh my fuckin’ god, he was tight. Tight, and hot, and slick – and it suddenly hit me that my big bro must have lubed his best bud up while they were waiting for me to come down, because they must have planned the shit out of this, and fuck me, that was so damn hot…

Cam’s hands guided my hips, murmuring encouragement into my ear, As Adam grunted and moaned and fucked himself back on me. I hardly had to do any work at all, just let these big hunky college studs guide me, while I enjoyed the waves and waves of intense sensation.

I could feel Cam’s thick fingers stroking my cleft, down to my hole, teasing it with wet fingertips as my glutes flexed and clenched around his hand. His lips and tongue grazed up and down the side of my neck, over my shoulder, back up again to growl low and husky in my ear.

“Yeah, fuck my best friend, little stud,” he grunted. “Make your big brother proud. Enjoy losing your cherry… and later on, I’m gonna take your other one, baby brother.”

With that, he pushed and probed his finger against the tightness of my hole, and I heard myself moan as he pushed right inside of me, past the tightness of my ring, up into my warm depths, stroking the inner walls of my ass until he grazed over a spot that made me toss my head back and howl with pleasure.

“Fuck yeah, baby brother, that’s just the beginning of it,” Cam murmured into my ear, before craning my head back to kiss him. Adam fucked himself even harder on me as my hips went into overdrive, ramming my throbbing cock up even deeper into him, as my big bro fingered my spot deep inside, and then it all came together real fast, real hard.

“Fuckin’ cummmmmiiiiinnnngggggg!” I wailed, and then I was, hard, my balls contracting, cock firing off, shooting what felt like a dozen shots of cum up inside Adam’s tight, clenching hole, as Cam chewed on that spot on the side of my neck while his thick, expert finger rubbed my prostate deep inside of me.

I was surprised as hell to find Adam’s cock spent too, still leaking his cum, the rest of it sprayed across my T-shirt under him on the sofa cushion. Cam’s big cock was still red-tipped, gleaming with precum, stiff as an iron rod, and it had left a hell of a sticky mess on my thigh, where he’d ground up against me while he kissed me and drove me on through my first fuck. I reached down for him, wanting to at least pull his load out in gratitude, but he smacked my hand away.

“Nah, lil bro,” he grinned, kissing me as Adam leaned in on the other side of me, licking my neck. “Saving this one for something more.”

“Like… you’re gonna shoot it in me, huh bro?” I asked, shakily, nervous, but with a grin too. A big grin of anticipation, as two sets of fingers found my ass, and my cleft, and began to explore it.

“You’re gonna love it, bud,” Adam murmured. “He’s one hell of a fuck… just like you, kid.”

I was practically beaming with pride at that, but I didn’t have much time to gloat, because the big, hunky fuckers were pulling me up off the couch, towards Cam’s bedroom.

“Hope you’re up for a ride, kiddo,” Cam said, muscled arm slung round my neck.

“Fuck yeah, because I love sloppy seconds, Stevie,” Adam grinned, squeezing my ass. Damn. Looked like I was gonna have plenty to be thankful for this weekend.

The End

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“Hey, Juliette’s trying to get your attention.” Pete Hayden touched Chad Silver’s forearm and Chad turned his gaze to the door into the smoke-filled room and picked out of the haze the middle-aged, hefty woman with the red-and-blue streaked long hair who was poured into a red, frilly, rack-emphasizing blouse and a black skirt. The two men, blond Chad, nineteen, and the taller, heavier, darker, and slightly older hirsute Pete, were sitting on a platform on adjoining wooden stools, strumming guitars. Chad’s tenor was soaring over Pete’s bass in a Simon and Garfunkel song.

Chad managed an insincere smile as Juliette shuffled forward, stepped up on the platform, leaned down with a purposeful jiggle of her breasts against Chad’s arm, and said, “You know how I invited you to do the improv thing with Sean and Inez at the CD Friday night?”

“Yeah, Juliette,” Chad answered, then he raised his voice above the din of the crowd at the Cellar Door in Georgetown on an M and 34th Street corner just on the D.C. side of Key Bridge over into Rosslyn, Virginia. Not that much of anyone could hear him on a Tuesday night in May in 1965. This wasn’t much of a music night at the Cellar Door during the week, even though the club was a well-known folk venue in the nation’s capital. For most of these folks it was a source of beer at a younger age than you could buy it across the bridge in Virginia or even in Maryland on the other side of D.C. And they came here to ream out the establishment in high-flying words they were just learning in school.

Chad, a student of government, with a music minor, at the nearby George Washington University, by day could drink beer in D.C., but not in Virginia or Maryland until he was twenty-one. But he didn’t come to the Cellar Door for the beer. He and a few of his “whatever makes you happy” friends were into the folk music scene. The Cellar Door was a venue for first-class folk groups on the weekends like Sonny and Cher, Ian and Sylvia, and Sean and Inez, and Chad came to rub shoulders with them and, sometimes, with a few of his friends from GWU, he sang backup for them.

He sang there with Pete too, who wasn’t part of the college crowd. Pete was a bodybuilder high school dropout who worked as a waiter at the Orleans House restaurant across Key Bridge in Rosslyn, Virginia. The two had been brought together by the harmony match in their voices, and they now were roommates as well.

Juliette, the club manager with an apartment upstairs, put on a special act three or four times a year when she thought the crowd had turned over. In this act whatever professional talent that was on stage—more a platform at the end of a medium-sized room—asked if anyone wanted to come up and sing a few songs with them. Chad was among those trained musicians salted around in the room—other GWU students, like Chad—who would come up and do a slick job as backup for the artists. Occasionally, a tone-deaf drunk would also come up, but his or her isolated antics would be entertaining as well.

Chad, movie-star handsome, blond, and well-built, had become a favorite of forty-year-old Juliette, who was described by some as buxom and by others as hefty. To keep him on a leash, she let Chad in on this act if he was available. It was more than his clear tenor that prompted her to do this, though.

“You know that I invited you to do the act behind Sean and Inez Friday night. If you’re interested, you could run transport for them as well. I know you have a car. They’d have to be picked up and taken back to the Iowa Jima Motel across the bridge by the Marine memorial. Maybe you’d like to do that for them. It would give you more time—private time—with them. They’re cutting a record, you know. They may need backup instrumentalists for that. Pretty soon they’ll be too big in the business for the likes of the CD.”

“You know I’d kill to be able to drive them around,” Chad said. “But why do I sense that there’s an ‘if’ condition here?”

“No condition, of course,” Juliette said, but by the way she leaned into him and put her hand on his hip, slipping her fingers up under the hem of his T-shirt, he knew better. “If you’re finished with your set now for a while, maybe you’d like to come up to the apartment and smoke some shit with me before you have to go on again.”

“I guess I could do that,” Chad answered. And he guessed he knew what he had to do to get the driving assignment. He really did want to get close to Sean and Inez. They already had two records out. He’d worn the records out, playing them. If getting close to them meant letting Juliette wear him out . . .

Juliette, forty and hefty, not ugly but not so pretty either, an Amazon of a woman, insatiable and zaftig, with big tits and broad hips and puffy labia, wore the nineteen-year-old college sophomore out in her upstairs apartment.

They sat on a worn sofa in Juliette’s small living room, Chad more or less reclining into a corner and Juliette sitting cross-legged, nearly hovering over him at the other end. The blond-wood, modern-style coffee table was pulled up close enough for her to reach the ashtray with the joint in it and the two beers, both of which she periodically took up, took a drag from, and passed to Chad for him to use as well.

They’d paused inside the door out to the landing, standing against each other long enough for Juliette to offer her lips for a kiss and for Chad to purposely miss and kiss her on the cheek. Her hands were busy during this awkward interlude, though, and she unbuttoned her blouse and let her pendulous breasts swing free. She took one of Chad’s hands and moved it to her right breast, and, in feeling this up and pressing her nipple with his thumb, he did show some interest. Chad was an all-American boy; he couldn’t resist big tits.

“It’s hot in here. Let’s get comfortable,” she said, seemingly belatedly because she’d already freed her doggies. But she was referring to him and had pulled his T-shirt over his head before he was fully aware she was doing it. Her fingers went to his chest, and the two stood there on the stair landing, breathing heavily as they worked each other’s nipples with their fingers.

Chad had fucked her before, so this wasn’t exactly new ground they were covering. She wasn’t pulling him into anything they hadn’t done before. But, like before, she was the one doing the initiating. The impression that he was hot and bothered for this wasn’t there. Juliette’s hand slid down to his crotch, and that caused him to turn and walk over to the window, where there was a record player.

“You’d said downstairs that you’d received a new Sean and Inez recording from their manager—to listen to before they come on Friday,” he said.

“Yes, it’s there by the record player. You want to listen to it?”

“Sure,” he said. He wanted to do anything that would delay the inevitable. “If I’m going to sing backup on any of their new stuff, I should know what I need to fill in.”

“You put it on, and I’ll get us a couple of beers and something to mellow us out.” First, though, she stood at the door into her kitchen and, posing for him, although he was trying to show interest in the album cover he was taking the record from, Juliette reached under her skirt, released the clips on her garter belt, and made a show of pulling her stockings off. As he got the LP going, she went into the kitchen and came back with two beers and a joint. The ashtray was already on the coffee table.

That’s when she got them both on the couch.

“Make yourself comfortable on the sofa, and let’s get a little high and listen to Sean and Inez,” she said, which was what led to Chad reclining, shirtless, into the corner of the sofa on one side and Juliette, breasts swaying through the open gap of her blouse, sitting more in the middle than at the other side of the sofa, making sure that Chad got more of the beer and more and deeper drags on the joint than she did.

He lay there, back into the sofa corner, his legs dangling off the middle of the sofa, looking dully at Juliette with a sloppy grin on his face, as she unzipped him, fished his cock out of his jeans, and bent over and took the shaft in her mouth. What young all-American guy was going to try to back out of a blow job?

He moaned when he was hard and she was leaning over, holding his cock between her breasts and rubbing it. She leaned over more and kissed him on the torso and licked up to his nipples. Then, at last, he moved his arms around her, lifting her blouse off her back. Chad groaned as Juliette moved over him, hiking up her skirt, slipping off her panties, and putting herself in position on top of him. Her hand took his cock and moved it to her clit, rubbing herself with the bulb of the shaft.

“You’re so big, baby. So hard,” she whispered. “Such a stud. Be good to me, baby.”

If he wasn’t half stoned and hadn’t known before they’d come upstairs that they’d be doing this, Chad would have laughed then. He wasn’t doing anything, not really. She was doing it all. She was being good to herself, and that was just about the extent of what was happening here. Well, he’d gotten hard and was keeping hard. He wanted to continue doing special things here at the Cellar Door, and he knew what he had to do to keep those favors coming.

It wasn’t so bad, though. She wasn’t a looker or young and she was jiggly heavy, but she had a cunt, and she knew how to move on a cock. If he closed his eyes . . .

Juliette positioned herself above him and moved the bulb of his shaft in position between her puffy labia. Chad groaned and she whispered, “Oh, baby, yes, baby,” as she sank on the shaft. She cupped her left breast and rubbed its nipple against Chad’s cheek. Instinctively, his head turned so that he could inhale the nipple into his mouth and give it suck. His hands glided down her back and clutched her buttocks. Her pelvis rose and then descended. Rose and descended. Rose and descended.

With a shudder, his eyes held shut, Chad fell into the fuck, moving his hips, clutching and manipulating her buttocks, fucking her. A channel was a channel was a channel.

“Yes, baby,” Juliette murmured. “Fuck me. Fuck me good.”

They brought their rhythm into synch, and, resigned and with instinct taking over, the half comatose Chad took over the thrusting, grasping and squeezing of Juliette’s plump and slack butt cheeks and rhythmically thrusting up with his pelvis, as the victorious woman raised her torso, arched her back, worked her breasts with her hands, and mewed in satisfaction. Across the room, the record had long ago played the side it was on and the only music in the room other than the grunts and groans of sex was the scratching of the record needle at the center of the record.

They listened to the other side as, both fully naked now, Juliette was working Chad’s cock up again with her hands and mouth, he was reclining back on the sofa, puffing on the joint, until, Chad completely mellowed out, she took his hand and led him into her bedroom to lie, half conscious, but hard and moving by primeval instinct, between her spread and bent legs. Arching her back, cupping the young man’s balls with her hand, Juliette guided the bulb of his engorged cock to her cunt again and rubbed the glans between her folds and against her clit, whispering, “Fuck me again, you big, beautiful stud. Fuck me good.” Placing the cock head in position, she thrust her hips up, impaling herself on him, he responded drunkenly to the thrusting, and they were back to doing what copulating animals do. Burying his face in her cleavage, Chad fucked her to a second coming on her bed while she pretended the beautiful, virile young man, young enough to be her son, wanted her so bad that he was pinning her to the bed and taking her by force and from uncontrollable need.

An hour later, when Chad stumbled down the stairs, alone, and walked into the intoxicating, drug-drenched haze covering the Cellar Door performance room, the partying was still going on, albeit with a thinned-out crowd. Pete Hayden was back on stage, sitting next to Chad’s empty stool, and singing “Blowin’ in the Wind.” The audience that remained was stoned enough now that he could be heard over the murmur of voices in the room and to those listening, Pete was every bit as good as the professional talent would be.

“So good of you to show up again. Hey, where you been?” he asked as Chad perched back onto his stool, not too steadily, and picked up his guitar. “Did you forget break was over and that we’re getting paid as a duo?” He had a bit of irritation in his voice, but Chad knew it wasn’t genuine. Pete relished the opportunities to sing solo. He also knew that he was here more as Chad’s accompaniment than on his own standing—and, the real reason for irritation, if there was any genuine irritation, he knew where Chad had been and that he had been earning his pay—their performance gig—here. Pete wouldn’t have minded to be in Juliette’s good graces and to get his hands on her tits himself.

“Sorry, man,” Chad said. “I lost track of time. Have we done ‘Sound of Silence’ yet?”

They hadn’t, so they did.

After the 2:00 a.m. closing at the Cellar Door, Chad drove them home to Pete’s Colonial Terrace apartment across Key Bridge and off Wilson Boulevard in Rosslyn. Pete was the one with a name on the one-bedroom apartment mailbox. They rode in Chad’s pride and joy—and biggest expense—his red 1958 Ford Fairlane convertible.

Inside the front door to the apartment, Pete gathered Chad into his arms and kissed him. Chad went with the kiss but he wasn’t holding up his end of the lust. “Sorry, Pete,” he said, as the older, more muscular man drew his lips away, “I’m really tired tonight and have an early class tomorrow.”

“I can smell her on you,” Pete said. “No telling you’re getting something out of this. But let me do you a favor—let me fuck the scent of her away.”

Chad didn’t want to discuss what he’d gotten out of giving into Juliette sexually again. Pete pulled him into an embrace and went into another lip lock. Chad responded more passionately this time, but he drew away again and said, “Maybe for that a shower is better. What I need is a shower and some sleep.”

He got the shower but not much of the sleep.

When he came out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist, he saw the pile of Pete’s clothes on the floor by the bed—the only bed in the room, a queen. Pete came up behind him and embraced him, one arm wrapping around the smaller man’s chest and the hand of the other one wrapping around Chad’s cock, stroking and engorging the shaft. He buried his lips in Chad’s neck, latching onto the younger man there with his teeth. Pete’s cock was hard, pressed against the small of Chad’s back.

Chad didn’t have to pretend arousal with Pete as he did with Juliette. Sighing as Pete loosened the sheath of his hand on Chad’s cock, so that the younger man could stroke freely in the hand, Chad moaned low in his throat, reached a hand around to put Pete’s cock in position, and thrust his hips back, taking Pete’s thick, long, hard cock deep. They fucked there, standing, between the bathroom door and the bed.

As tired as Chad was and as willing as he was to go with male or female from a sex is sex is sex philosophy, being fucked by a man aroused him more than fucking a woman did.

Pete fucked Chad from behind, with the younger, smaller man bent over the bed, after Chad had sucked Pete’s cock erect for a second taking and Pete had knelt behind Chad and eaten his ass out while milking the younger man’s cock. And before dawn, Pete drew Chad into his embrace, both men on their sides, Pete facing Chad and Chad facing away, and, bending and pressing Chad’s left knee up into his chest, entered him again, and fucked him deep while Chad, half awake but a hundred times more willing and into the fuck than he had been when semicomatose with Juliette, rocked back on the shaft filling and stretching, and eventually flooding him.

As Chad’s 9:00 a.m. Economics 103 course session was starting over on the GWU campus, Chad was saddled on Pete’s cock, as his roommate lay on his back on the bed and held Chad’s waist between his hands. Chad had his hands run into Pete’s dark chest hair, was rubbing Pete’s nibs with the heels of his hands, and was bucking, bucking, bucking on Pete’s cock. As Pete dressed to meet the Orleans House restaurant opening up the hill on Wilson Boulevard in downtown Rosslyn, Chad was dozing on his back on the bed, fondling his cock, purring softly to himself, and free of all thoughts of having fucked Juliette the previous evening.

The two guys didn’t pull an all-night fuck like this very often, but being able to do a music gig at the Cellar Door was arousing to them and they usually celebrated like this after they’d been on stage.

* * * *

Inez’s thin, naked body was under him on the bed in the Iowa Jima Motel in Rosslyn, her knees rubbing his hips, her back arched off the mattress, her red hair fanned out from her head, Inez sucking on the knuckles of one hand, with the other arm flung out from her side, her fist clutching at the chenille bedspread, as Chad, crouching between her thighs and grasping her waist, watched the root of his cock moving in and out of her cunt. It had seemed she would be too frail, too narrow across the hips, too small of cunt to take his cock, but she swallowed it right up and was moaning deeply for him as Chad fucked her. This was sexier, more arousing than he’d thought it would be. It certainly was more arousing sex than he had with Juliette. He went with women to get something—something other than the sex—but this, this was pretty good. She was a real honey, and she was tight, and she was dripping for him, murmuring for him to fuck her good.

And she was a folk song star. He was fucking a nationally known folk singer—every groupie’s dream.

Chad tensed, jerked, bugged out his eyes, lifted his head, and cried out to the ceiling, as Sean, tall, thirty, gaunt, bearded and with hair dipping to his shoulder blades, saddled up behind Chad, thrust up inside him with a long, thin cock, grasped his waist, and began to pump. Inez didn’t reject Chad and Chad didn’t reject Sean. Chad fucked Inez and Sean fucked Chad.

OK, this was even better, Chad thought, as he looked down at the sinewy muscled, lightly covered with curly black hair forearm of the folk singer. Sean was hard-bodied, sinewy everywhere, no fat on him. Chad had followed the veining on the man’s body, mesmerized by it, going hard for it—and now luxuriating in the working of the man’s cock inside him. Chad could almost feel the big vein going up the hard shaft as it plowed him.

Chad lay stretched out beside Sean and Inez on the bed, smoking a joint and watching, as Sean took up the position between Inez’s legs that Chad had been in and fucked Inez. When Sean pulled out of Inez, she turned over on her side and watched as Sean grasped Chad, flipping him onto his back, pulled his butt down to the end of the bed, raised and spread the nineteen-year-old’s legs, thrust inside him, and resumed the thrusting. Same rhythm, female cunt exchanged for male ass. All sixties-style avant-garde, free love.

Inez leaned over and kissed Chad on the lips and then took the joint from him and puffed on it while Chad nuzzled her pert little tits and dominant Sean fucked his ass, rowing Chad’s legs back and forth to the rhythm of his thrusts.

The three had met for the first time earlier that evening. Chad had fucked the Cellar Door manager, Juliette, for the privilege of driving the two performers back to their Iowa Jima Motel room. Both Sean and Inez had loved Chad’s 1958 red Ford Fairlane convertible on the short ride across Key Bridge from Georgetown to Rosslyn. Inez, sitting in the middle of the front bench seat, had run a hand up under the hem of Chad’s T-shirt and was cooing to him about the horsepower and thrust power of the convertible. And Sean, sitting on the other side of her and his arm extending across Inez’s slight body, first stroking the knob on the gearshift of the car before moving the hand to Chad’s crotch, was asking if Chad was coming into the motel room and fucking with them.

Chad had said yes. He worshipped the folk music the duo of Sean and Inez. Inez had shown interest in the handsome nineteen-year-old blond college sophomore, taking every opportunity to rub up against him when they were on stage together. Chad and his friends had done their periodic act of coming up, seemingly spontaneously from the audience, and singing a couple of songs with the professional duo as backup. The audience had eaten it up and Chad grinned from ear to ear. Between sets, Chad almost melted when Inez invited him to sit with them at a table while on break in the smoke-filled Cellar Door performance room. Chad responded in a flirty way with Inez as the price of being chummy with the professional duo. He was more taken with the tall, gaunt, bearded baritone and guitarist, Sean, with the knowing, piercing eyes, who had worked a leg between Chad’s knees at the small table and pressed his knee into Chad’s crotch and rubbed.

There had been little question of what the two wanted from Chad. He was nineteen, blond, beautiful, and had a good tenor voice. He also was under their spell. They could ask anything of him, and they did.

“We have a gig at the Palace Theatre in Baltimore tomorrow night, but no way to get there,” Sean said, as sex was over for now—for a very short “now.” “You have such a nifty red convertible . . .”

“Sure, I maybe could drive you to Baltimore,” Chad answered. He had a French test tomorrow, but what the shit? “And I thought we really sounded good together at the Cellar Door tonight—me singing a soft backup to your soprano and baritone. Maybe in Baltimore—”

“Yeah, maybe we could do something together in Baltimore,” Sean answered, his voice a little flat. But Chad had stars in his eyes. Others had gotten their big break on less than this. He didn’t hear any insincerity in Sean’s voice. “Bring your guitar—if you can drive us to Baltimore.”

“Sure, I’d be happy to drive you to Baltimore tomorrow,” Chad answered, it was all set up now in his mind—everything set up: the drive to Baltimore and then him singing with Sean and Inez on stage there.

“That’s really sweet of you, baby,” Inez said, sitting cross-legged above where Chad was on his belly beside her. She coaxed him to move over, with his head between her legs. She held his blond curly head to her crotch, as he slid his tongue between her labia and up to her clit. He groaned as Sean saddled himself on his ass, slid his long, thin cock inside Chad’s passage, and started to pump him again.

* * * *

“I’ll be with you in a minute. Ya’ll have a seat and take a load off. I’m short of opening acts for tonight and need to get that pinned down.”

His name was Bob. He was the manager of the Palace Theatre in Baltimore, where Chad had delivered Sean and Inez early Saturday afternoon. He was behind his desk, with a phone receiver up to his ear and cradled into his hunched shoulder. His eyes went to Chad as soon as the three of them entered his office, and Chad recognized the interest behind that look. He got a lot of those looks. He was one fine looking nineteen-year old and there was something in the way he handled himself that told women and men alike that he was available to them. He had a shyness about him that had submissive written all over him—not to mention that he was flanked by Sean and Inez, each of whom was palming one of his butt cheeks as they stood in front of Bob’s desk.

For Bob’s part, from Chad’s perspective, he was his apartment mate Pete twenty years from now—a Pete who had left the gym behind him fifteen years ago. He was a big, dark-haired, hirsute man who, when he stood up behind the desk with the phone receiver still planted in his ear, showed that he had a beer belly on him too that Pete likely would have in twenty years if he didn’t keep going to the gym regularly. Bob was the typical high school football lineman who had moved from the field to the stands a couple of decades ago. Still, he was a good-looking guy in the face.

“Damn. Doesn’t answer,” he said, as he dropped the phone receiver to his beefy hand and then slammed it into the phone cradle. “Glad you, at least, made it,” he said. “Don’t need to do any ticket returns if the mainliners are here.”

“You need more opening spots than you have?” Sean asked.

“You got it,” Bob answered.

“Chad here, who gave us a ride up from D.C., performs at the Cellar Door. Maybe he could be persuaded to hold over here to do a spot tonight.”

Bob’s eyes, which hadn’t left Chad the entire time the three had been in the office with him, narrowed, taking in a whole new interest in the blond honey standing between Sean and Inez. Bob knew about the Cellar Door. There was a main folk venue in every city. In Baltimore it was the Palace Theatre; in nearby Washington, D.C., it was the Cellar Door.

“You sing there, at the CD, for Juliette Green?” he asked, the question directed at Chad.

“Yes, sir,” Chad answered. That wasn’t all he did for Juliette, but the manager of the Palace Theatre didn’t need to know that. Still, Chad was accustomed to getting the looks Bob was giving him and knew what desires lay behind them. Chad was prepared to do for Bob what he did for Juliette if it got him a spot on stage.

“What do you sing—whose songs?”

“A few of them are my own, but I sing the tenor on Simon and Garfunkel songs with a friend from D.C. at the Cellar Door, and I’ve done versions of John Denver, Cat Stevens, Donovan, Bob Seeger, Bob Dylan . . . and others. I sing the tenor in Peter, Paul, and Mary songs when a group gets together on that.”

“That’s a lot of covering,” Bob said, drawing out the word “covering” and acting like each of the names given was an aphrodisiac for him. He sat back down in his chair and swiveled it around to the side. “I see you brought a guitar. Sing me something. Here, sing me something sweet.”

Chad perched on the side of the desk and started into “Scarborough Fair.” By the time he transitioned into “You Were on My Mind,” Bob had a hand on one of his thighs, and Sean, standing on the opposite side of Chad, had a hand on his other thigh. Inez was kneeling at Chad’s feet, which were dangling off the side of the desk, and had a hand on his calf. All three wanted him. If they’d only known, they could have shared him right there on the desk top. Chad was well versed in trading sex for stage gigs in the music world—rather innocently so. Sex was a casual resource for him, not some precious treasure to protect. This was the sixties. He never initiated it himself, though. It was always a deal that someone else was offering.

“So, what do you think?” Chad asked when he was finished auditioning.

But he wasn’t finished auditioning.

“I’d like to hear that in one of the rehearsal rooms. Just you and me. I’ll have someone show you and Inez the dressing rooms, Sean.”

Once alone in the rehearsal room, Bob said, “I think you know the score, baby. I think you know what you need to do to get on stage here.”

“Yes, sir,” Chad answered, pulling his T-shirt over his head.

Bob fucked Chad up against the wall in the rehearsal room. Chad had already knelt before him; unbuttoned, unzipped, and flared Bob’s jeans; and sucked his cock to hard. Then, jeans puddled around Bob’s ankles and Chad’s jeans and briefs bunched up on the floor, Bob backed Chad against the wall and lifted his smaller, trim body up and settled it down on his cock. Chad hooked his knees on Bob’s hips, lifted Bob’s beer belly up into the concave area of his own chest that he created to accommodate it and give Bob’s thick and long cock maximum access, and wrapped his arms around the theater manager’s neck.

Bob knew how to give cock in this position and Chad knew how to take it. Moving the young man’s body up and down the wall with the strength of his upward thrusts, Bob fucked Chad to mutual ejaculations. Chad fully participated in the fuck, moaning for Bob, declaring that Bob was performing stud services, and meeting Bob’s upward thrusts with downward jabs of his own, taking Bob deep, stretching for him, causing his passage walls to ripple over the plowing shaft—and then sinking to his knees when they’d both come and taking Bob’s cock in his mouth again.

The audition now complete, Chad got an opener slot in the night’s Sean and Inez concert at Baltimore’s Palace Theatre.

* * * *

Chad’s stint on stage at the Palace was received well, and he walked through a garden of applause into the audience as he finished. He had intended to proceed to the back of the theater, which was set up with tables and chairs rather than stadium seating, taking a victory walk through the smiling faces, including one he zeroed on—a middle-aged blonde sitting alone at a table, her cleavage almost busting out of the slinky top of her cocktail dress. She looked out of place in this folk venue, which was why Chad’s eyes had picked her out for him to sing to during his performance. She had maintained the connection as well. She looked like she was dripping in money, and as Chad walked into the audience, she motioned to the unoccupied chair next to her at her table.

Before Chad could decide whether to join her, though, Bob reached out and latched onto his arm.

“You done good, kid,” he said. “Come on back to my office and let’s talk contract.”

Bob fucked Chad on top of his desk, Chad on his back, his arms stretched out to his sides, his hands clutching the edged of the desk top to hold himself steady, his legs spread and raised, Bob’s hands gripping them under the knee, while Bob crouched over him, standing between his spread thighs, and thrust, thrust, thrust, pistoning Chad’s ass.

The proffered contract lay under Chad’s back. He’d said he would consider it. The problem was that he still was a college student—at George Washington University in Washington, D.C., a long commute from Baltimore. He maybe was rushing this music thing. And just maybe he was giving too much of himself up to establish this music thing. The contract itself wasn’t much better than he could get from the Cellar Door, especially if you considered the cost of transportation. But then, taking Bob was easier on Chad than servicing Juliette was.

But for now, he was getting a great fuck. Bob picked up the pace of the thrusts. Chad arched his back, cried out that he was coming—and then did.

When he returned to the music hall, Sean and Inez had done their gig—and were gone.

“They left with someone who said he’d give them a ride to their next city—Richmond,” the stage manager told Chad when he asked about their dressing room being empty.

“But they were going to spot me a hotel room for the night and give me gas money,” Chad said. And they had promised to do so much more with him too, Chad was thinking.

“I don’t know anything about that, kid,” the stage manager said, and then, because he was from an older generation, he added, “You folk people are fickle. Who’s to tell what you’re going to do next?”

Not finding that comforting, Chad went back down into the audience, which had thinned out. There was some sort of local hopefuls singing going on on the stage now, and apparently the local hopefuls weren’t all that popular in Baltimore. The older blonde was still, there, at her table, still alone, and still beckoning to Chad as soon as she saw him emerging from the wings on the stage.

“You were great, Hon,” she said, as Chad settled in the chair next to her. “But you look sort of down now. What’s the matter? You were great. You should be all beautiful smiles. You’re are a beautiful young man, you know.”

Yes, Chad knew. Men and women alike, kept telling him so. And they wanted something from him too.

“I lost my hotel room for the night—I’ve come from Washington, D.C.—and my gas money for getting back is gone too,” Chad admitted.

“We’ll have to see what we can do about that. My name’s Angela.” She put a hand on his forearm and fluttered her false eyelashes at him.

Angela fucked Chad—she taking all of the initiative and neither one of them minding that—in a Baltimore hotel room. The gas money cash he needed, plus $25 for the “services,” was already laying on the nightstand next to the bed.

Chad sat on the end of the bed, feet on the floor, while Angela sat in his lap, facing him, her arms around his neck, her tits jiggling against his chest, his hands gripping and spreading her buttocks cheeks, as feet planted next to his hips, she bounced on his cock.

It was OK, but it wasn’t great. Chad thought of himself, in Angela’s position, bouncing on Pete’s or Sean’s or even Bob’s cock while he was letting Angela take what she wanted. He liked it well enough to get hard and come for a woman, but it was better with a man. Actually, he went highest when he was fucking Inez and Sean was fucking him.

* * * *

“The Jackson Trio is here next Saturday. They need transportation and we’ve discussed getting them a couple of backup singers for a few of their songs.”

Juliette was sitting with Chad at a table in the Cellar Door on a Tuesday afternoon as a sound and light crew was setting up for that evening. Chad and Pete had a spot in the performance lineup. Pete was pulling down a shift at the Orleans House before coming into D.C., though.

“The Jackson Trio?” Chad asked. Three young black men, good-looking all. Two of them were gay tops. They’d performed here before. Chad had performed in bed with those two before—both of them together.

“You might be interested in that?” Juliette asked.

“Sure.”

“What are you doing this afternoon? Want to come upstairs with me while I decide who I hook the Jackson Trio up with?”

“Sure, why not?”

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When I saw this photograph of Nate Stetson, this story swirled around in my head.

Stetson

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-1- 

The town of Anderson snuggled cozily in a valley formed by Big Hill and Little Mountain in the western part of the state. The clear waters of the tributary known as Small River divided the town in half. The more affluent citizens lived on the western side which also housed the businesses that lined State Avenue.

My office was on that main street. I had been living in an apartment on the east side of town when the opportunity presented for me to purchase a small home only four blocks from the office. The elderly woman living there had gone to live with her daughter in another state, and as the house needed some repairs, I was able to purchase it at a great price.

My walk to work took me past the town pastry shop. There were a few tables inside where people could drink a cup of coffee, enjoy a pastry, and chat with friends. I had to limit myself from stopping there. My rule was only one time per week. I usually bought a croissant to eat at my desk as I drank my morning café au lait.

Friday morning was one of those “nothing is going right” kind of mornings. My toothbrush needed a new battery. My electric razor ran out of charge. I’d forgotten to get eggs during my weekly grocery store trip. I hurried to the office so I could start early and finish earlier. The day was humid and slightly warm, and I realized that I was really feeling hungry. A stop at the pastry shop would break my covenant, but I deemed it necessary for my survival.

As I passed the house on the corner of Maple and Elm, the married man with children who lived there was out getting his newspaper. I hated seeing him. With a perfectly trimmed body that had to stand at least six-four, he had the kind of hairy chest that drove me wild. His raven-black hair and crystal blue eyes increased his attractiveness. He smiled a perfect smile and waved a hello. My dick swelled; he was often an image of my lust but seeing him induced a feeling of loneliness that seemed to pervade my spirit.

Being gay in a town like this did not bode well for dating. The only gay people I knew here were coupled. This was a perfect town when you already have a partner. A few of the stores displayed rainbow stickers on the door, not that they indicated anything. The owners could be gay, or the owners didn’t give a shit whether you were as long as your money was green and American. Maybe a better indication of the dating scene in the town was that when I logged into my Grindr account, the closest man was forty-seven miles away, and he was an eighteen-year-old wanting someone older to show him the ropes.

The office manager’s son tried to fix me up with a few of his gay friends, but we weren’t even compatible as hook-ups. That left me with a feeling of emptiness in my life. I read a few self-help books to come to terms with not needing someone to share my life with, but they, unfortunately, did not help.

I found myself in line at Beth’s Pastries and Baked Goods and wondered whether I should buy extra for the others in the office. I noticed him right away. He sat sipping coffee in a plaid shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves. He wore faded blue jeans and a red baseball hat that read Nashville. He had short brown hair and blue eyes. His eyebrows were thick and his arms did show some hair. A small tattoo of a triangle marked his left wrist. I hate tattoos. He wore orangey-tan construction boots. What really surprised me was his porn mustache. He was the complete opposite of my ‘dream date.’

My dick got immediately hard. He nodded at me, and I smiled back. I got my croissant, paid for it, and headed for the door. I turned back to look at him; my heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears. He stood up and followed me out. He stood next to me, all five-foot-nine inches of him; I had four inches on him. I didn’t like shorter men, and yet my dick began to tent my pants.

“I’ll walk with you,” he said. “I’m Chase Stetson. Like the hat.”

Like the hat, he said. Fuck, if he’d been wearing a cowboy hat, I’d have gone down on him right there in the street. I took a breath. “Eric Johnson,” I answered, glancing over at him. “Nice to meet you.”

“Same here. Everyone in this town is really polite.” I saw him smile. “You’re really attractive. I don’t usually follow men out into the street.”

I stopped walking.

“Does that scare you? It scares me,” he said calmly.

“No. But this is where I work. Why don’t you come in?” I suggested.

“I shouldn’t; it’ll make me late for work.” He kicked at the ground.

I chuckled. “I’m not inviting you in for a fuck; I’ve got co-workers in there. But we can exchange numbers.”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to assume. I guess that bulge got me thinking. Sure, let’s exchange numbers.”

“What are you doing here in town?” I inquired. “I assume you don’t live here.” I opened the door and we went in.

“I’m here to work on the new bridge. I’ll be supervising the construction. I’ll be here at least a year. Unless you break my heart, and I ask for a transfer.” He smiled.

I felt my cock ooze precum.

“This room over here is my office.” I wrote my number on the back of my business card.

“What time do you get off?” Chase asked me.

“Today, usually two or so.”

“You know where the bridge will be built?”

“Vosberg and Edge.”

“That’s right. We’re setting up some trailers on the northwest corner. Why don’t you stop in after you get off.” He walked up close to me and brushed his hand over my crotch. “You are incredibly handsome,” he whispered. He handed me a card with his name and cell printed on it. “Looking forward to seeing you.”

He walked out of the office. Fuck, I thought. What just happened? Was I thinking with my dick?

-2-

I pulled next to a white truck parked next to a construction trailer just off Edge Road. I got out of the car and looked around. The gravel under my feet had that freshly laid appearance, and I had driven past this area on Wednesday, and nothing was here. There were no stairs to the trailer, at least none that I could see. I walked up to it and banged on the side.

The door popped open and Chase put his head out. “Can you fucking believe it? The fucking morons didn’t bring the stairs. Let me help you in.” He reached down and pulled me as I pushed. I ended up on my stomach and wiggled the rest of the way in.

Chase laughed slightly. “Can you fucking believe it? They aren’t bringing the stairs until next Tuesday. Fucking idiots.”

I got to my feet. “You say fucking a lot, don’t you.”

“I guess I’ve got fucking on my mind.” His eyes burned into mine, and a smirk formed on his face.

My brain said we should talk first and find out more about one another, but my body burned for him. I grabbed him and kissed him; he kissed back. He pushed me back against the wall. I could feel his hard dick press into me. My dick struggled to get hard in my underwear. Chase ran his tongue from my chin, under my jawline, and to my ear. I gasped for air.

His hand slid between my shirt and pants and pushed my cock straight down. My erection hardened. Both of his hands began to fumble with my belt. His mouth was on mine again.

“I need you to fuck me. I want you so bad.” Chase pulled me into the next room. A mattress with no sheets was on the floor; the plastic it had been wrapped in was crumpled in the corner. “They didn’t bring sheets or pillows. The fucking losers.” He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side. I began to unbutton mine. I kicked off my shoes and noticed his naked body. He was paler than I expected, fit, trim, but not muscular. He stood as if waiting for approval.

“Oh, fuck,” I growled. “I want you more with each passing minute.”

Chase grabbed a bottle and a condom that had been placed at the top of the mattress. I slipped out of my pants, and he began to lick the end of my dick before unrolling the condom over it. He rolled backward and exposed his hole to me. Squirting lube into the space between his cheeks, he plunged his fingers into his hole. My dick swelled a little more.

“Put it in me. Fuck me with your cock. Please.”

I got on my knees and moved into position. I wanted to be gentle, but I always wanted to feel myself inside him. I pushed the head against his hole, and as soon as I started to enter him, I shoved myself forward to make the penetration complete.

Chase gasped. “Fuck, yes, Eric.”

I couldn’t seem to control myself. In the past, I’d always been slow and gentle with a little speed up as I got closer to my climax, but I wanted to pound this man. If it had been possible to fuck him with my whole body, I would have. The harder I slammed into him, the more he egged me on.

The need to come hit me suddenly, and Chase somehow knew. “Come for me,” he growled, and I did. I pushed against him and empty a load into the condom five discrete times. I slid out of him and removed the condom, but instead of snuggling up to my partner, I rolled onto my back and told him to fuck me even harder.

The condom was barely unfurled over his hard cock, and he was half-way inside me. I sensed no pain, rather a feeling that felt like hundreds of fingers satisfying a place that needed to be rubbed.

I pulled my knees up, pulled his head down, and licked his chin.

Through clenched teeth, he told me how fucking hot he thought that was. He began banging me so hard, I felt the sting of his ball sac as it slapped my taint. I could sense when he got close. There was an excitement that surrounded us like an aura, and when he exploded into the condom, it felt as though his dick doubled in size.

Chase collapsed on top of me. His breathing was heavy and ragged but within minutes returned to normal. “I may have just fucked all the fuck I have out of me.”

I wiped his wet bangs from his forehead. “I hope not. I may want to do this again after dinner. He looked incredulous.

“I’m willing to try if you are.”

“Now that I think about,” I said. “Maybe I’ll just blow you after dinner.”

“I’d like that.”

“And I think you should stay at my place tonight. My bed has sheets.”

“Thanks, Eric. Have I ever told you that I think you are fucking awesome?”

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Oh the foolish younger years

Ok lets be frank. Gay Bathhouses have pretty much gone the way of Adult Bookstore and the dial phone. But you younger guys don’t know the thrill,danger and and just plain Horney Lust Rush of the Gay Bathhouse. Ok, for the younger guys, there was  “The Gay Bathhouse” in the 80s. There were all kinds and plenty of them if you lived in a large US city!

Well, I had A friend. You know the guy. Always daring you to do something and putting money on it no less! So this friend was tired of me bragging about how I could get high on red wine and weed and Suck my weight in Black Cock! You see, I learned that if I drank Red Wine and Smoked Good Weed my gag reflex would disappear and I could Deep Throat a Black Guy up about 10″ easy and maybe 12″ if I got real high and the Guy helped to relax me. 

I can do the ThroatFuck thing if that”s what the Brother wants but I prefer a long slow Suck.  Take him Deep and lick his balls! You Cocksuckers know what I mean! Just Suck it and Savor it.

So my roommate (we were both bi-sexual but had never had sex with each other. Go figure!) So one night we were watching Straight Porn (  don’t ask we liked straight porn. Mostly Black Guys getting Sucked by 19yo White Girls!) He says to me “I heard about this Bathhouse on the East Side where Black Guys go to get Sucked by White Men.” I said “let’s check it out” but he said “I got a better idea lets wager $500”  Now we wagered all the time because that is what he liked and it did not take much to get me to go along!

“Here’s the thing we will go and if you can Suck 5 Black Guys off you get $500 if not I do”     “but you have to Suck all 5 till they Cum in your Mouth” Well do you remember that old story about “Briar Rabbit’ “please don’t throw me in the briar patch!?” So I said “were on!”

So we go to the Bathhouse and it is in a Black Neighborhood and when we walked in there were a lot of Black Guys hanging out. When you signed in for the first time your “Club Membership consisted of you give them $20 and signing a “Membership Card” I became “Leon” don’t ask me why!

The $20 dollars just got you in the door. Then there was the matter of the “Private Room” which was a must because they had a rule saying members had to wear towels and “refrain from showing signs of affection!” So I get it, I can debauch but it’s going to cost me more money! Well the “private room” consisted of four plywood walls with a plywood door and a not so bad massage table! The owner must have gotten a deal on them but they were perfect for me! A Guy could lay on the table and I could stand and Suck him or we could do 69!

So the First One was so easy I was thinking “this will be the easiest $500 I ever made” I walked into the back where the Private Rooms were. Opposite the booths there were benches where people could sit and wait and there was #1! sitting there with his Dick Hard and straining the blue of his jeans!

I gave him the”look” that was code in the 80s. eye contact and a nod and then turn slightly and look back at him as I walked by with two fingers in my mouth. Ok I know it was crude but it was the 80s! I walk into my “booth” and the guy is right behind me. Wow! he’s horney  as hell! He pulls off his towel and lays down on the table. Hmm! A nice 9″ and already Rock Hard! This guy needs a Suck! and he came to the right place! 

I Sucked him into my mouth and down my throat slow and steady. I only Sucked him for about 8 minutes and he shot a Huge Load into my mouth! This guy was no shit horney but I drained his balls!

End of Part 1. Stay Tuned

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Here’s one from my second season of Thanksgiving Tales a little while back. More still to come…

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“You two going to be OK?” Mandy said as I put the remnants of lunch in the fridge. “I can call Susie and tell her…”

“No, go on ahead,” I said. “It’s good for you to spend time together, and I’m sure she could use the help. We’ll be over in a couple hours.”

“Lucky you,” she said, rolling her eyes. My sister-in-law was a world-class pain in the ass, her husband was, to put it mildly, a jackass, and their kids weren’t showing much signs of transcending their genetic limitations, either. Every year since they’d moved here, they’d insisted on doing family dinner on Thanksgiving, and over time, Mandy and me had managed to cut our time over there as short as possible. But Susie was her sister, and she felt obligated to help her put together the meal that nobody honestly felt much like eating by that point in the day. Grady and me were both relieved when Mandy had offered us the option of going over later in the afternoon, a couple years back, knowing just how much Douchebag David and their kids – “Lil Douchebag Davis and Douchebagette Dayna,” Grady had called them on the ride home two Thanksgivings ago, making even Mandy nearly choke with laughter – rubbed us the wrong way.

Mandy sighed, squared her shoulders, and hooked her purse over her shoulder, as I pressed her car keys into her hand and walked her to the door, giving her supple ass a squeeze along the way.

“You’d better not forget the wine, or I’ll cut your damn balls off,” she said, maybe only half-jokingly, but smiling as she did.

“Hey now, I plan to get you nice and toasted, so I can bring you home and have my way with you later on,” I said, giving her a lingering kiss on the lips.

“Promises, promises,” she said, reaching down to give my package a playful squeeze and kissing me back. I could feel my piece stirring at the touch, and I briefly pondered the idea of walking her back into the guest bedroom by the front door and making her a little late. But then Susie would just be blowing up her phone, being an even bigger pain in the ass, and the one thing I’d come to learn as a grown man with idiot in-laws was that Thanksgiving was really mostly about minimizing conflict, and minimizing the time you had to spend with stupid people you were semi-related to. So I gave her ass another intimate squeeze, kissed her once more, longer to show her I meant it, and watched her walk out to her car with a little spring in her step.

Thinking about making my wife shake and moan her way through her orgasm later tonight was definitely keeping my piece on the boil inside my jeans, stirring and filling out in my shorts. But it was the sight that greeted me in the living room – my big kid, sprawled out on his stomach on the couch, all ass and thighs and shoulders and cleancut blond hair, already snoring as the pregame hosts yammered away on the TV, that sparked serious interest downstairs.

If ever a dude was born to wear jeans, it was my boy. I filled mine out pretty damn respectably myself, even now in my 40s, but Grady had definitely not only inherited my genes, he’d improved on them. All that baseball training since he was a kid had honed his thighs into twin pillars of solid power, with a perky, rounded set of glutes to match. The seam of his Levi’s, running down the cleft of his ass, just highlighted the peachiness of his jock tail, accentuating the solid, rounded musculature of his rump. I felt my cock really thrumming now, and I gave it a friendly, lingering squeeze with one hand, as the other reached out and down to trail up and down the thick muscle of my boy’s jeans-clad calf.

I let my hand rove further up, up his inner thigh, over the warmth of the denim stretched just tightly enough over the bigness of his limb, grinning at the way he spread those thick stems wider, reflexively, even in his light sleep. The soft murmur he let out as my fingers trailed slowly upwards, the way the shift of his spreading thighs made his ass bulge even more beautifully. The way my cockbulge throbbed under my palm as I stroked my way upwards, his thighs pushing wider, presenting his perfect form to me even better.

I guess it was the slow squeeze of my hand on the meat of his thigh, right up below his ass, my thumb caressing the upslope of his glute, that brought him up from his doze. He stirred, muttered wordlessly, slowly blinked his eyes open as he looked up over his shoulder and smiled sleepily at me, in a way that just reminded me of the cute kid he’d always been, still very much alive inside the body of the hot young man he’d rapidly grown into. They say we’re at our most unguarded when we first wake up, and the honesty of that smile, the way his handsome face looked up at me, made my heart and guts throb with love for my big guy. My one and only son.

“Mmmmm, nice,” he said, cracking a yawn as he twisted around to look up at me, not coincidentally pushing that fine ass up against my hand more. “Mom get away OK?”

“Yep,” I said, slowly squeezing the meat of my palm against the dense-packed muscle encased in his jeans. “Just us guys for the next couple hours.”

“Hell yeah,” he grinned, pushing his ass back against my groping hand even more, looking down at the tent I was throwing in my jeans now. Not quite a full-blown dad bone, but rapidly getting there.

I put one knee up on the couch between his shins and ran both hands up the backs of his thighs, letting out an appreciative sound at the way the muscular flesh yielded, all thick and firm, yet pliant at the same time inside the denim.

“You wanna watch the game with me, big guy?” he said, the edge of a happy sigh in his voice as I manhandled him.

“Not really,” I growled, as my big hands reached those twin mounds of muscle packing the seat of his jeans, giving them a deep squeeze as I leaned in close and pushed my face into the seam separating them.

“Yeah, me either,” he grunted back, pushing his ass back against my face, his hips rising up off the leather couch cushion, my hands gripping his big quads as I buried my face in his stellar baseball-stud ass.

There was something so wanton and lusty and hungry about chewing on my kid’s prime tail like this, but I’d always been a hungry guy, and a belly full of Thanksgiving turkey and pie wasn’t going to stop me. Grady wasn’t going to stop me either – if anything, his grunts and growls and the eager way he bucked his buff butt back against my burrowing face were just spurring me on even more. I reached around his hip and found the crotch of his jeans full of hard teenage cock, big and strong and thick like his old man’s, and gave it a very friendly squeeze that got me even more of a faceful of his beautiful rump.

I slid my other hand up under his sweatshirt and the T-shirt beneath it, up the strong muscles of his core and the little thatch of blond fur that was coming in stronger on his stomach, up to find the thick muscles of his pecs, and the stiff peaks of his nips standing proud from them. My other hand worked his belt buckle open, then unsnapped the button of his jeans. He reached down to help me out, helping himself out of his jeans as he undid his zipper, giving my hand access to the stretched cotton of his underwear, and the hot throb of his big young dick inside of them.

“Fuck, Dad,” he grunted, his voice lusty and all man as his hand closed over the top of mine and squeezed, helping me feel how hard he was for me, and this, and us. I took a firm, but gentle hold of his big fuckstick through his underwear, my thumb grazing over the bulge of his cockhead, feeling the fabric start to get moist and sticky as he got to leaking from being handled. He’d always been a tactile kid, and he’d definitely carried that trait on into his young manhood, only in a much better way now. A big kid, built tough, able to handle it, and be handled like the man he was.

I came up out of his ass long enough to yank his jeans down over it, freeing it and admiring it, all big and firm and shapely in his boxer trunks. I gave the boxy muscle a playful smack that made the solid flesh jiggle in a way that sent a charge all the way down to the tip of my throbbing cock. He moaned and pushed his ass back again, and this time I leaned in and gave his right glute a little bite that made him chuckle and growl and grab the back of my head.

“You fucking stud, Dad,” he said, his voice all husky and dripping with heat as he looked over his big shoulder at me, cheeks flushed, eyes all lusty.

“No, you’re the fucking stud, big guy,” I growled back, sliding up the length of him, covering his big bod with my own as I took hold of his chin, turning his face back so our lips could meet, connecting hard and hungrily, grunting into each other’s mouths as our moist tongues found each other and got to work.

The kiss was intense as hell, all wet and somehow muscular, deeply masculine, tongues battling, spit flowing, his big arm slung around my neck to hold me close, even in the awkward position we were in. My back was starting to twinge a little, honestly, but even if it was starting to betray my middle-agedness, I was feeling like the horniest fucking teenager in the world. A horny teenager like my boy, this hot, virile young dude I was making out with, kissing me back with skill that made my mouth water, my cock throb, and my guts glow with pride at the natural-born stud I’d helped create.

Grady broke our tongue-lock off long enough to twist around onto his back, big thighs pistoning as he kicked his jeans the rest of the way off, the muscles bulging and flexing under the golden skin and young fur stretched taut across their thickness. His cock was an obscenely hard tent in his trunks, his shirt and sweater rucked halfway up his muscular midsection. But I didn’t have much time to admire the hot, lusty sight of him, all on fire for me, before he was grabbing at my belt.

“Get these fucking jeans off, big guy,” he panted. “C’mon, I wanna play, Dad.”

Jesus christ, he used to use those exact same words when he wanted to go outside and play catch when he was a kid, and as wrong as it was to think that way, that just made the here and now even more intense and hot and deep. I knocked his fumbling hands away from my belt, taking over from him as he yanked his sweater and T-shirt up and off his solid young ballplayer’s frame. The coaches up at Tech next year were gonna have him not just big like he was now, but brawny, and I found myself looking forward to that even more.

But damn, he looked pretty fucking amazing just as he was, grinning up at me with a mix of pleasure and joy as I yanked my old long-sleeved Tech T-shirt off, his eyes roving over my bigger, thicker, more mature frame with lusty appreciation. I took a moment to let him survey my form, the way my big Dad cock was tenting my boxer briefs obscenely, just like his sporty little Nike trunks accentuated the lusty hardness of his big teenage bone. When his eyes looked up and met mine, that eager grin splitting his face, I knew it was time to do more than look each other over. It was time to get to work.

Grady’s big legs locked tight around my trunk as we went deep in our dad-son kiss, tongues smearing spit all over each other as they wrestled, heads shifting right and left, angling to kiss each other deeper, alternating between sucking on and feeding each other the thick, wet, agile muscles. Our superhard cocks ground against each other, making the fabric of our underwear cling stickily as we ground and rutted together, Grady’s big mitts clapping down on the thick muscles of my ass, his big, strong young thighs squeezing my flanks like a rider spurring me on.

I could’ve made out deep and hard and wet with the kid all damn day – wouldn’t be the first time we’d spent an afternoon just getting down like that – but the clock was ticking, and there was more we both wanted to do with each other. I extracted my tongue from his mouth and pushed myself up on one hand, rubbing over his big young pecs appreciatively with the other, as he ran his hands up my lats, over the bunched muscles of my shoulders, and down the thickness of my upper arms. Just digging on each other for a quiet couple of minutes, appreciating each other for the men we were. Especially for the man he’d fast become, and was still becoming. Our cocks throbbed against each other through the moist stretch of our underwear as our breathing slowed down again, the start of the football game on the TV white noise in the background as we dialed back the intensity a little, and let the masculine intimacy we both loved just as much take over for a minute. A lot of guys Grady’s age were all hardon, no finesse, and while that could be fun and hot in its own way, I took my father’s role as a mentor and guide seriously. I aimed to send my kid off to Tech next fall as a lover, not just a fucker.

All that touching and exploring and admiring led naturally to more kissing, slower and more sensual this time, as we wrapped our strong bodies around each other and just dug the masculine intimacy of our special vibe. Setting the table for the next course, as I slid one hand down his hip and inside his little trunks, exploring the indent of his muscled ass, then the hard, but pliant curve of his gluteal muscle, making him hunch and hump his hard cockbulge against mine slowly and lustily.

“You got something else for your Dad, big guy?” I said after a few slow, hot minutes of that.

“Fuckin’ A I do,” he grinned. “You got something for me too, Dad?”

“Bet your fine fuckin’ ass, sport,” I said.

“Yeah, that’s the general idea,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss me for a brief, hot stretch before rolling back onto his stomach.

As fine as his ass had looked in his jeans, it looked even better encased in the thin material of his underwear, and when I peeled his trunks down over those twin mounds, it was like unwrapping the best Christmas present ever, a whole month early. His cheeks were creamy and dusted with gold fur, growing thicker all the time, it seemed, just like the hair on his belly and across the top of his chest. Even more thick golden fur awaited me in the deep crevice of his jockboy ass, tickling against my holiday stubble as I buried my face in his musky cleft, nuzzling and licking, thumbs digging deep into the meat of his inner cheeks as I spread him open, exposing the pink knot of his hole, all tight and practically pulsing. I pressed my lips to it in a soft kiss, then grazed it with my tongue, real lightly at first, giving it more focused, slow swabs as I got more and more into it, as he bucked his fine tail back at my face and moaned for more.

So tight, and hot, and definitely pulsing inside, as I licked my way into him, tasting his secret space, the first and so far only person to explore him like this. For now, this was still all mine, and I gave his musky, sweat-tangy ass the lusty appreciation it deserved, showing my boy how a man could and should make him feel. Showing him how good a man can feel with another man this intimate with him. I’d been a pretty much equal-opportunity ass and pussy man since college, and I ate him out the way I’d learned to do pretty damn well over twenty or so years, my cock thrumming away and leaking into my shorts as my boy ground his hips and ass, moaning and grunting and pushing back, craving more of this very special treatment. I reached under him, finding his big cock as hard as ever, capturing the steady flow of precum leaking from the fat tip of it, then laid his own juices down over his glistening hole and pushed them back inside of him with my tongue.

“Fuck,” he half-whimpered into the armrest of the couch. “You gotta fuck me, Dad… please…”

“Yeah buddy, I do,” I said, my voice all husky with desire, coming up for air, wiping the glaze of spit off my stubbled chin. “I really do.”

“Pouch of my sweatshirt,” he murmured, and I knew exactly what he was talking about. I grinned to myself at the sheer sexiness of it, my big teen jock kid preparing for this like that, as I reached into his discarded sweater’s front pocket and found the little travel-size bottle of lube he’d stashed there.

“Pretty damn sure how this was gonna play out, weren’t ya, buddy?” I said with a wink and a grin, giving his prime ass another playful smack as he reached for the front of my boxer briefs and tugged them down, freeing the big hardness of my cock.

“Yeah Dad,” he said, looking up at me, eyes all big and blue and earnest, as he wrapped one ballplayer’s hand round my shaft and tugged me closer to his mouth. “Weren’t you?”

All I could do was moan in response, my fingers tangling in his thick blond hair, as he slurped his way sloppily down most of the length of my cock, working his soft lips up and down the shaft, pre-coating me with his own natural lube before I laid down a topcoat of the serious stuff.

With all the practice we’d had over a year or so now, with all the munching and licking and sucking on each other, with the thick slick of lube on the big dick I’d made him with and another on the tight clutch of his ass ring, sliding into him was effortless. I took it slow anyway, savoring the buttery tightness of him, the way the big muscles of his back and shoulders bunched up, the flex and dimple of his big, boxy glutes as he opened up and let me into him deep, moaning for me as I sank my full length slowly inside him.

Fuck yeah. Nothing like this. Nothing at all. Not just fucking my way inside of a guy – fucking my way into my son, my one and only, the thing I loved more than anything else on this earth. Even better than that, the way he fucked himself back on me, showing me how much he loved it. Both of us showing how much we loved each other, as I filled him up and he took me deep.

We fucked, sure, but more than that, we made love, thrusting my paternal thickness up into his tight, hot, clutching insides, the couch squeaking beneath us, the game announcers making words in the background, and over it all, the slow-building pace of our breathing, the depth of our grunts, the pitch of our moans as we built higher and higher. Before long, the rhythmic slap-slap-slap of my hips against the fine, muscular curvature of his ass, the steady panting chant of his husky, manly young voice, moaning “Fuck me Dad, fuck me, fuck me, ah fuck me Dad…” in a way that sent an electric buzz right down to the base of my balls.

“Love you so fuckin’ much, lil buddy,” I panted, the sheen of sweat on my forehead matching the one making the bulging muscles of his back gleam.

“Fuckin’ love you too, sir,” he moaned back, looking over his shoulder at me with hazy, hooded blue eyes that were totally sincere. “So much, Dad.”

“So much, son,” I groaned back, and the depth and intensity of the whole scene twinned with the physical sensations we were both thrilling to started sizzling through my guts. I felt that spark in my loins kindling into a fire, the fast-moving blaze of my orgasm building swift and powerful as I thrust and thrust and thrust, Grady nodding and pushing back at me.

“Do it, Dad,” he moaned. “Cum in me. Breed your boy.”

“Aw fuck, big guy,” I grunted through gritted teeth. “Gonna do it. Dad’s gonna cum in you, buddy.”

“Aw yeahhhhh,” he said, moaning through a deep, blissful smile, and I leaned in, pressed my lips and tongue to the sweaty thickness of his neck, and plowed the biggest load I’d shot all damn month inside my big, strong, handsome kid. My hand groped beneath his solid, sweaty frame, found the thrumming, sticky length of his big teen dick, and with no more than two, three strokes, he was blasting his own thick load across the couch cushion, pulsing and tightening around my cock as he gasped and grunted and shot his hot seed onto his T-shirt spread beneath him.

Grady butted his sweaty head back against me as I wrapped my arms tight round his big trunk, sweat cooling on our skin as we pressed tight to each other, my lips nuzzling his ear as I slowly softened inside him.

“You’re the best, Dad,” he murmured. “So fuckin’ good, big guy.”

“You bring it out in me, kiddo,” I said, kissing his sweaty temple. “Every time.”

“Guess that makes me my father’s son, huh,” he chuckled, as we worked our faces close enough to kiss, slow and wet and deep.

A little later, over at Susie and David’s, I watched him practically inhale a heaping plate of turkey, scalloped potatoes and green bean casserole, with a couple of buttered rolls to boot. A big, growing boy, a happy look on his face as he digested his second big meal of the day. Hell, with all our activity this afternoon, I was pretty damn hungry myself. I was proud as hell of him. I loved the kid to bits, in every damn way. Mandy sipped her second glass of wine and squeezed her hand in mine, while Grady’s big knee grazed lazily against mine under the table, and in that moment, I was probably the most contented man on earth.

“Well, it’s nice to see a boy with a real appetite,” Susie said, and for once, not entirely passive-aggressively.

“Big guy sure can put it away,” Douchebag David chuckled, in a way that wasn’t quite as jovial as he thought it sounded, as he watched Grady eyeing the apple pie at the end of the table. “You must be absolutely stuffed, bud.”

Grady just beamed amiably at them, big and handsome and happy, a big jock kid with two good meals and a solid fucking in him. Not to mention the solid load he’d shot down my throat in the shower before we’d come over.

“I dunno, I could always go for a little more,” he said, turning that amiable grin on me as he nudged my knee under the table again, lingering a little longer this time.

“He’s his father’s son, for sure,” Mandy said, rolling her eyes with a good-natured laugh, leaning into my arm.

“He sure is,” I grinned, winking at my boy, nudging my knee back against his slowly as he smiled that big sunny smile of his right at me, my cock starting to thicken inside my khakis. “He sure is.”

The End

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This story came about because of a suggestion from the gaydemon author F.E. Cooper. I decided to let Justin tell me, if he wanted, how he felt about the relationship in it’s initial stages, at each first time. Hope you all enjoy it.

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As told by Justin B.

I looked out the front window of my house, waiting for my parents to get a move on. Yes, I’m impatient, it’s time to head to the mall and shopping is about the best thing in the world for me. It’s not just looking at stuff, trying on clothes, buying things I don’t need, it’s also being free to look around at all the men walking around the mall.

As I see some of them walking around, their arms around a woman, or holding their grand kid’s hand, I put myself there in place of that woman, or that kid. I can feel the hand in mine, holding me tight, keeping me happy.

How did I get to this I hear you wonder?

Well, it’s hard to explain. I can’t say it was from an early age, I knew that I was gay when I was 8 or 9 years old but I didn’t really know what I was interested in. To be honest, at that age, defining myself was enough, I didn’t need anyone else. At least that’s how I felt until right after I turned 10 years old.

I was at the library, looking through all different kinds of books and I saw one called “The Front Runner” by Patricia Neil Warren. I had no idea what the book was about but the cover art, it made me tingle inside. It had an older man looking down at a younger one, sitting on a bench and somehow, even though I was that young, I felt the attraction.

So I checked out the book, went home and started to read it. By the end of the book I was in tears, it’s the type of ending that I know now was normal for gay books in that era, you couldn’t possibly have a happy ending for a gay novel. All I know is that I was sobbing for the loss and wishing it didn’t turn out that way. Even at that age I was a sucker for a happy ending.

That night it was in my dreams, an older man and me. There wasn’t any sex, I really wasn’t into sex then, I had never actually masturbated to orgasm, just occasionally touched myself when I got hard for no reason. Yeah, it felt good but I didn’t have any brothers, just an older sister and we didn’t have any instructive sexual conversations.

I went to a local bookstore and bought my own copy of the book and returned the other one to the library. I’d read it again every few months and each time the older man became more of a focus for my thoughts. I was 12 before I ever really thought about things in sexual terms, we had sex ed in school and I had learned about body parts, about straight or gay.

I’d look down at my prepubescent body parts and wonder how I’d ever attract someone like that for my own man. You know how it is when you’re young, you think things are never going to happen and it really seems like overnight my small body parts started to get bigger and became much more of an attraction to me, even if I couldn’t find anyone to share them with.

By the time I turned 14 I was determined to find a man of my own. I used to dress to attract, at least that’s how I saw it. I wore really tight pants and shirts, showed my body even if it was still clothed. I’d even smile if a man ever smiled at me at the mall. At least I’d smile at a man I was interested in, it seems like I never got smiled back at by anyone I’d want to share a bed with.

All my school friends had their girlfriends by the time I was 15, or boyfriends. I had come out so people knew I was gay but I was celibate. I had offers from other boys, some gay, some straight. The straight ones just wanted some head but I was still a virgin and didn’t really know know how to suck a dick, even if I had wanted to. Of course I jerked off, like a crazy person. I’m surprised I didn’t end up with forearms like Popeye the Sailor Man, as much as I did it. What else was I going to do though? I’d try to find someone, even if it had to be in my dreams. I used to try to program my mind to dream about a man with me.

If it worked I don’t remember the dreams. I never had a wet dream so even if it did happen it must not have been the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. Each morning I woke up alone. Hey, don’t get me wrong, I was happy enough. I had two great parents, my sister was certainly okay, in that area I had nothing to complain about. Plenty of money and yes, I was spoiled by them and my grandparents both.

It was a week after I turned 16 that everything changed. You know, your life is slowly, slowly moving, it’s like you’re on the ocean and there’s no land anywhere and you close your eyes and there, in front of you, there’s not just an island but an entire continent? The small town I lived in was having a town wide yard sale. They had these twice a year, in early April and then again in August, always on a Saturday morning.

My parents always joined in community activities, we had a sign up, all the proceeds from our yard sale went to Habitat for Humanity. I had worked on a house when I was 14, met Jimmy Carter. Not all that unusual, my grandparents are seriously into Democratic party politics, have been since they were teens. My mother isn’t part of it, my dad is somewhat but not to the extent my grandparents were.

We had a lot of what you’d call esoteric items on the table. Not like the usual clothes, dishes and the like, we had a lot of items from Central and South America, hand crafted items we had picked up in our travels. It wasn’t exactly what people were looking to buy, most cars parked, the people got out and in 2 minutes they were off to the next house on the map.

It was just after noon when the angels sang and the chariot came down from heaven, wait, that’s getting ahead of myself and is probably just a bit over the top!

Instead a car pulled up and a man got out. Yes, a man. Alone. He looked old enough for me, it was hard to tell. He was dressed in fairly tight corduroy pants, a wild colored cotton shirt and had on a cap with Amsterdam stitched across the front of it. As he got closer I could see he was maybe 55? A few years older? He was really just in the age range I wanted, someone mature enough to know who he was and what he wanted and still young enough to go get it.

The man came up to the table and I stood up to greet him.

“Hi, I’m Justin, welcome to the yard sale” and I smiled at him.

The man looked at me with a quick glance, then his eyes came back and looked at me again, this time for a longer period. I guess I should describe myself, I was 5’8” 125 lbs with thick auburn hair that was combed over like a Bieber hairstyle. Bangs to my eyebrows and below. I have light brown eyes that have flecks of green in them. I was wearing a ratty old t-shirt and a pair of jeans that were baggy. Everyone tells me I’m cute as hell, I don’t think I’m all that but I’m for sure not an ugly boy.

“Well, hi there Justin, I’m Ryan. It’s nice to meet you” and the man held out his hand. I took his hand in mine, cursing the fact that my palms were sweaty, it was stressful when, for the first time in my life, a man I actually wanted was talking to me. I felt his grip, it was tight and I conformed to the way he shook hands. Nothing worse than a limp handshake.

Did he hold my hand just a bit longer than necessary? What does that mean? I didn’t dare talk, my mind was stuttering, god only knows what might come out. Besides my sister was there, looking at our interaction. A quick aside here, my sister knew what my attracted me in a man, I had told her about the book and she had read it.

“Are you looking for anything in particular?” and I breathed a sigh of relief as the words actually came out of me in good order.

“Maybe” the man answered and he smiled at me again. Can I describe Ryan for you? He was 6′ and 165 lbs, he had the clearest blue eyes I had ever seen in my life and the hair I could see was brown colored. He wasn’t like some muscle guy but you could tell he took care of himself, he must still do some kind of exercise, or sports. Oh and he had a nice looking bulge in his pants.

Hey! I just turned 18 and have never been kissed, I think it’s okay if I look at a bulge!

“It looks like a lot of items here from Costa Rica” Ryan said to me and I was a little shocked that he knew which country the items were from. Most people just said Central America. I guess my surprise showed because he continued “I’ve been there, have some of these same items” and he gave me another smile.

I grinned back at him, sheesh, it’s embarrassing. I’m about to fucking drool, get a hold of yourself Justin.

“Your hat says Amsterdam, are you from there?” I asked.

“No, it’s just my favorite place in the world” Ryan responded.

“I’ve heard things about that place” I ventured.

“Yeah, like what?”

“Well, it’s supposed to be an open city, like anything goes”

“That’s pretty much true. They are tolerant of just about anything”

“Sounds good to me” I said, smiling.

“Well, it can get tiring. I have no self control so I can’t live there. I go over for a month at a time, visit my family, stay pretty much wasted and have as much of a good time as I can without killing myself” and he laughed.

I looked around, my sister had given me room, she wasn’t within range of our conversation so I felt like he gave me an opening.

“Good time? You mean like sex right?” and I laughed.

“You get right to it don’t you Justin? Yeah I mean sex” Ryan said.

“Is it easy to get?”

“It depends on what you want. I mean maybe if you’re into guys like me, it’s easy to find. However if someone was into guys like you, maybe not as easy. Not impossible though”

“How do you go about it?” I asked, curious now. I was hoping his smiles, his staying here to talk to me, meant he was attracted to me. I realize I look young, maybe he doesn’t know I’m legal? I do look really young. “I turned 16 last week and I got no idea how to attract someone”

Ryan looked at me closely. “You’re 16?” and I nodded. “A belated happy birthday then. Well you need to dress better for one thing” Ryan said and he looked at my clothing. “Get something sexy on and that’s a start”

“What’s sexy?” I asked. I really had no idea. I assumed just really tight.

“Pants are important” Ryan said “if you want to attract someone, wear corduroy pants”

“Why corduroy?” and now I was intrigued. Ryan wore corduroy pants.

“Because it accentuates what’s in your pants” he responded.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Ryan laughed but he wasn’t laughing at me, he was laughing at my naivete.

“Stand here in front of me” and I walked over. “Now, look at my face, then let your eyes travel down my body” and I saw him watching me as my eyes moved. As I got to his bulge I had to stop for a second before I continued.

“Now” Ryan said “look at yours” and I did and obviously barely noticed my own bulge.

Ryan looked me in the eyes and then his eyes traveled down my face, slowly. To my neck, to my chest, to my crotch area. I wear briefs so he could see an outline, barely. Where I remembered his pants looked like he had a foot long soft dick in there possibly.

I blushed like crazy and he smiled at me. “Do you have any corduroy pants?” and I nodded. “How about putting them on and coming back?”

“Okay, cool! I’ll be right back in less than a minute” I said and I ran for the house. I went up the stairs at a dead run, almost tripped as I got in my bedroom. I ripped off those pants, then did trip because I forgot to take off the damn shoes. I was laying in the floor, giggling like crazy. I think I might have gotten hysterical but I got myself under control just in time. Got the shoes off, the pants off, found a pair of corduroy pants I loved because they kinda matched my hair.

I put the shoes back on and didn’t bother to tie them, left the pants unzipped on purpose, I had changed shirts but saw this 25¢ sticker and remembered I needed to put that on an item so stuck it on my shirt and ran back down the steps. All the way down I was thinking that Ryan is probably long gone, that it took me too long. As I burst through the door I saw him still standing there and as I came towards him he smiled again.

I saw his eyes, they went down to my pants and when he saw they were unzipped he had a little expression of surprise, then he looked at my bulge and he smiled wider and looked up at my face. He was peering at something on my chest, I couldn’t figure out what but he called my sister over and he pointed at it.

“I’ll take him for that price” Ryan said to my sister Janice and he had reached in his pocket and brought out a quarter.

“SOLD” she said in a loud voice, then she looked at me.

“Justin, this guy just bought you for a quarter. You better be worth it” and she laughed.

I must have had the weirdest expression on my face, both Ryan and Janice started to laugh.

“No refunds! No exchanges!” Janice said.

Ryan looked at me, with a more serious expression. “Can we talk on the porch?”

“Can you watch the table Janice?” I asked and she nodded, waving her hand at me.

Ryan and I walked over and he sat in the swing chair and motioned me to sit next to him.

“Am I moving too fast for you Justin?” he asked, looking at my eyes.

“No, not really. I mean this is new for me, nobody’s ever looked at me the way you do” I told him.

“You probably just never noticed. You’re a really handsome guy” he said and I blushed again. It’s really annoying, I’m worse than a blond person, I blush so much and it’s just really obvious.

“You’re the handsome one” I blurted out.

“Ahh, now I know something about you” Ryan said.

“What? What do you know?” I stuttered out.

“That you need your eyes examined” he said, laughing.

I looked at Ryan and he held up his hand, catching my eyes. Then he slowly took his hand and reached down for my hand. I lifted my hand to meet his and he took my clammy hand into his warm grasp, brought it to his face and kissed the top of it.

“I’m really attracted to you Justin” he said “I hope it doesn’t bother you”

“I’m attracted to you too Ryan” I said, not really able to meet his glance but I felt his hand on my chin and he turned my eyes up to his. I pushed up suddenly and our lips met, it wasn’t really a kiss, more of a peck and I jerked back, afraid I had crossed a line.

“That was nice Justin” he said, smiling at me. “Maybe try again a bit longer this time?”

I felt his hand on my neck, cupping it. He wasn’t really pulling me to him, he was letting me do all the motion but with each millimeter I moved, his hand moved with me. Our lips met once more and I moaned loudly, then put my arms around his neck. I felt his mouth open and I followed his lead. It was incredible, my first kiss, it was going to happen. My first real kiss I mean.

I felt his tongue touch my lips and I touched his tongue with mine.

“Hey, you two, get a fucking room?” Janice yelled and I jumped, almost fell out of the chair, it was wildly swinging.

I guess I must have looked frantic, or crazed, or both. Ryan just whispered to me.

“Don’t let her get to you. Can you come with me or shall we go inside?” and I took him by the hand and led him into the house, straight up the stairs and into my bedroom.

Damn, the place was a pig sty! I hadn’t cleaned it up in a week or more, there were dirty clothes all over the place. The pants I was wearing when I met Ryan were draped over the television, the old t-shirt was on the computer. The place stunk too, well not bad, just like dirty clothes and I swear I could smell sperm. The shirt I used to jerk off in was laying right on the foot of the bed. Fuck I bet Ryan is going to just think I’m a slob and leave.

“Nice room” Ryan said, then he grinned at me. “I don’t remember the hurricane hitting my house though and I’m just like 10 blocks away” and he kissed my forehead, showing me he was kidding.

“I didn’t expect you” I said, lamely.

“Now I’m here though” he answered and he brought my face to his again This time I opened my mouth before our lips met and I felt his tongue just slither into my mouth. I never knew a tongue was so hot, it felt hotter than mine. He pulled out, then pushed back, then pulled out and stopped. It took me a few seconds to realize he was waiting for me, so I pushed my tongue in his mouth.

We went from the hesitant kiss to face eating in like an instant. I felt myself unable to breathe, I had never kissed before, I didn’t know to breathe through my nose and I started to sag a little in Ryan’s arms. He broke the kiss and I gasped for air.

“Next time breathe through your nose, you won’t pass out that way” and he dove back in. I felt his arms encircle me and he leaned down and then I was off the floor in his arms. My arms were tight around Ryan’s neck, I wasn’t letting go, ever, if I could help it.

Ryan laid me on the bed and moved so he was over me, our lips never losing contact. He pulled back and looked in my eyes again.

“Do you want more?” and I felt his breath enter my open mouth and I breathed in his exhalations and I shook at the feelings.

“Please, please yes” I managed to get out. I felt Ryan’s hands at my shirt and he reached down and pulled it from where I had it tucked in. I felt his hands go under my shirt and man, his hands were so hot. It felt like he left a trail of heat behind him as Ryan’s hands moved up my chest then around my back.

I tried to do the same but Ryan’s pants were too tight, I couldn’t budge his shirt. Ryan noticed I was having issues and he helped me get my hands inside his shirt also. I felt his breath hiss as my cold hands made contact with his skin but that coolness faded quickly and I forgot about it, all I could feel was his tongue in my mouth.

I pressed up against his body and I felt Ryan’s hard dick against my own.

“Oh god, oh god” I mumbled around Ryan’s tongue. I pulled off his mouth and looked up at him. “Can I see you?”

Ryan lay down beside me and held me. “You can do anything you want Justin”

I let out the breath I had been holding at his comment and I reached down and pulled off Ryan’s shirt. His chest didn’t have any more hair than mine, it was so smooth. He did have hair below his navel that disappeared down into his pants. His hair was short, now that the cap had fallen off. He had a bit of a stomach on him, certainly no abs but this was the kind of body I wanted. I had felt Ryan’s strength, whether it showed or not he’s got it.

“Can I touch you?” I asked Ryan and he nodded yes. Thankfully my hands had warmed up just a bit and I rubbed Ryan’s chest, then down to his stomach. I heard Ryan’s little laugh as I did this.

“I’m a bit ticklish, so be careful” Ryan said, still laughing.

I had to just stare then at Ryan’s crotch, his dick was so clearly outlined in those corduroy pants and it looked about two feet long. I still wasn’t sure Ryan would let me touch him but I ran my hands over the side of his pants where his dick wasn’t and when I looked up at Ryan he was just smiling at me as my hand explored. My hand went to the bottom of the his crotch and I could feel my fingers barely touch the edge of his nuts.

Ryan spread his legs out some, giving me the obvious sign that I could continue. I couldn’t wait any longer and I just ran my hand up and down the length of Ryan’s dick. I felt Ryan’s hand on my head, just playing with my hair as I explored him. I felt his dick getting harder under my hand and it expanded more in those pants.

I just had to moan out loud, this was too good, it was like every dream I had coming true at the same time. I felt Ryan’s hand turn my face to see his and he smiled.

“My turn for a few minutes” and he didn’t wait for my answer, he sat up and grabbed me and moved me so I was laying in front of him. I had on an Izod shirt and he just reached down and pulled it off me. I saw his eyes watching as my hair just released all over my face when it came out of the shirt and he took his hand and moved it away from my eyes. “Watch me Justin” he said and I was already doing that. I didn’t hardly dare blink, I was afraid when my eyes reopened that Ryan would be gone.

Ryan’s larger hands rubbed across my chest, from my neck to my stomach. I am completely smooth, not even a treasure trail yet and I saw Ryan’s face get nearer to my chest and then he kissed me, right in the center of my chest. I couldn’t help myself, I made a noise like a squirrel and my hands went to his head and held him tight to me.

I felt his tongue come out and just lick me there and my grip relented, then Ryan moved to one of my nipples and took it in his lips. I guess I knew nipples were an erogenous zone for men too but I had never touched them and the feel of his lips, his teeth just barely nipping at me, it was almost enough to make me cum.

“Ryan, Ryan, please I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that” I got out between squeals and moans.

“Shall we get your pants off then?” he asked, looking me in the eyes with a little smile.

“Yes, please, I mean if you wanna” Damn it, more almost stuttering. Sheesh.

Ryan moved down and looked at my pants. Now that I had on corduroy pants it looked like I was twice the size I really was, even I could see it from my position. I had lifted my head so I could watch what Ryan did, I wasn’t going to miss a second of it. Ryan unsnapped my pants and then unzipped them, that noise of the zipper was as loud as a sonic boom.

“Lift your hips up a second Justin” he whispered and as I did he lowered my pants, pulling them all the way off and tossing them aside. Now I was just laying there in my white briefs and I felt his hands on both sides of my crotch, rubbing the entire area, going down each leg and back up, barely grazing my nuts as he did it.

Ryan must have seen me tensing up, knew I was on a hair trigger to cum so he carefully lifted my underwear from my stomach and, making sure not to touch my dick, got them off me and tossed them over to my pants. Now I was completely naked, my dick pointing straight up at my own face, so hard it wasn’t even touching my stomach. I know, you want to know how big I am, well, the answer to that is I suppose I’m average. I am 6” long and not too thick or thin. Circumcised.

“You’re a beautiful young man Justin” Ryan said and I smiled at him but inside my heart had swelled up, this man that was so attractive to me, he thought I was beautiful. He grasped my dick in his hand and I stopped breathing altogether.

Please, please, I was begging my own dick, don’t cum all over his hand and somehow I managed not to shoot immediately at his touch. I saw him leaning down, slowly. I guess he was giving me a last chance to stop him but I was too much in heat to think of stopping. I felt his mouth, warm and wet, his lips touched my dick and then he slid me in his mouth, all the way.

“Ryan I’m gonna cum” I yelled and before he even had a chance to suck properly my dick throbbed and I felt myself start to shoot in his mouth. I was thrashing about on the bed, Ryan was holding my hips down so my dick stayed in his mouth and I shot more times than I ever did before. My entire body was tensed up, every muscle straining as the orgasm crashed over me.

I heard Ryan moaning as I kept shooting, I felt his tongue lazily moving against my dick as his head moved up and down and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked on me. The orgasm seemed to go on and on and on, it was different than jerking off. I’d come down a little, then my dick would throb again and even though no more sperm came out the feelings were so intense. Ryan made sure his tongue didn’t get to the head of my dick, I guess he knew from his own experience how sensitive he got after having an orgasm.

Then he just pushed his head down until my pubes were on his lips and left my dick soaking in the heat of his mouth. I could feel the liquid around my dick, all the sperm I had shot in his mouth and I wondered just for a minute whether he was going to swallow it or not. I knew they never did in all those porn videos I saw online.

When Ryan felt me totally relax he pulled off, keeping his lips tight. There was a brief moment of intense pleasure on the head of my dick as his lips slid over it, then Ryan raised his head and looked up at me, trying to smile. He pointed at his mouth and opened it and I looked inside, it looked like I had filled his mouth up with my sperm, there was white liquid to his bottom teeth. Then he closed his mouth and swallowed, opened again to show me it was all gone.

He moved up and lay beside me, kinda over me and his lips met mine and we had a long, long kiss. I had almost lost my mind with that orgasm but as we kissed and my hands rubbed him I got to his waist and noticed his pants were still on Suddenly, even after that orgasm, my body was recharged. I wanted, no, not wanted, I NEEDED to do the same thing back to Ryan.

“That was so awesome Ryan. I’m sorry I came so quick” and of course I blushed.

“Don’t worry, next time you’ll last longer” Ryan said.

I heard next time, that’s all I needed to hear. He wasn’t turned off by my cumming so quick, he wanted to do it again! I wanted to do it to him but I had no idea how to suck a dick. I looked at Ryan and smiled.

“I wanna suck you too but I never did it before” I told him, in a whisper.

“There’s always a first time for everything” Ryan said, laughing. “If you wanna try, go for it”

“Lay on your back” I told him and he did. He got both my pillows and put under his head, raising his head up so he could watch me. Ryan’s dick was still hard, there was no missing it in those pants. My hands were shaking as I unsnapped them and I felt Ryan’s hand on mine.

“Relax Justin, it’s going to be a lot of fun, don’t worry” he said and I gave him a little smile and continued my efforts. I unzipped him and pulled his pants down and off, tossing them on the same pile mine were in. Then I leaned forward and looked closely at his underwear. There was a big wet spot right at the head of his dick and I guess I must have looked confused to him. Did he already cum?

“That’s from precum Justin. When you get older, you get precum when you’re excited and you for sure excite me baby. Don’t worry, I haven’t cum yet” and we both smiled again but in my mind all I heard was “baby”, he called me “baby”, does he really like me? I laid my head down on his hard dick and felt the heat of it against my cheek. I felt his dick flex and it had enough power in the flex to lift my head up.

When I tried to get his underwear off I kept catching his dick in the hem around the top and I was getting exasperated so Ryan reached down and freed his dick from the confines of his underwear and then, after I disposed of those wet underwear on the same pile of clothes, there was Ryan’s dick. He was just a little over 7”, as hard as you can get. Circumcised and shining in the light from the precum that had run down it. I didn’t think about it at the time but his pubes were very short, that he clipped them never occurred to me.

There was this little clear drop of it at the head of his dick and I leaned down and licked it with my tongue, drawing it into my mouth. I had never tasted my own cum and I didn’t have precum, I had no idea of the taste but there wasn’t much taste. What taste there was went to my brain and I felt my dick almost get hard so quick like it was a jack in the box popping out.

I opened my mouth wide and took the head of his dick in. I felt my teeth scrape him just a little and Ryan pulled my head off.

“Justin, when you go to take the dick in, fold your lips over your teeth, to keep them away. Look up here” and he demonstrated what he meant and I smiled again.

“Thanks Ryan” and I leaned down and took his dick in my mouth again. How to describe how it felt? Well it was hard and soft both, his dick was smooth, it didn’t have all those weird bulging veins like some of the porn dudes I saw in videos. The skin on it was like a silky feel to my tongue and I slipped down more until the head of his dick reached the back of my throat. I started to gag so I pulled up but not enough to let his dick out of my mouth.

I started to move up and down on him, slowly, taking as much of him in each time as I could manage. I remembered how he was sucking on my dick so I put some suction on Ryan’s dick also. Both his hands came down to my head now, just rubbing my face, my hair. I was lost in how his dick felt, it was like it was made for my mouth, it felt just perfect. It was more than a dream, none of my dreams had ever been this good.

Time passed, how long I couldn’t say. My eyes were closed, all I knew was my tongue, his dick. I could feel more of his precum leaking out and each time I got it on my tongue and spread it all over the inside of my mouth, making sure his taste was everywhere. During all this his hands never stopped moving on my face, my head.

“Can I move some Justin? In and out?” I heard him say, from like a long distance and I just nodded my assent and I felt his hips start to move. Ryan would pull his dick out until just the head remained in my mouth, then sink it in until just at the entrance to my throat. I think I gagged a little the first couple of times but then I got used to the feeling.

All I had to do now was keep my tongue moving, the suction going, Ryan was fucking me in the mouth. God yeah, this fantastic man was fucking my mouth, my face. The way his dick felt going in and out, I can’t really describe it except that my dick felt it, as well as my lips, tongue and throat.

“Do you want me to cum in your mouth baby?” Ryan asked and I moaned so loud, I shook my head yes and I heard Ryan moan too. His hands got tighter on my head and his dick started to move faster and faster. I was in a different world, just Ryan’s dick, that was my world and I felt him get harder and even bigger around.

“I’m gonna shoot Justin, get ready” and I didn’t know exactly what that meant, how do I get ready for it? Then I felt his dick throb and I swear I could feel the sperm travel up his dick and then shoot in my mouth. It splashed on the roof of my mouth and the taste was everywhere, the smell of his sperm was in my nose, the heat of it felt so good. Again he shot, then again and again. My mouth was starting to fill up and with his dick in there also I was running out of room.

Finally the shots stopped and I felt a little more ooze out of his dick. I was shaking from it, my first blowjob, the first guy who came in my mouth, just all of it was incredible. As he finished shooting his dick started to soften a little and I did like Ryan had done to me. I pulled off, keeping my lips tight against his dick so no sperm would leak out.

Ryan’s dick popped out of my mouth with a small sound and I looked up at Ryan. He was looking at me with such caring, no, I believe Ryan was looking at me with love. Already. It was sure love in my own head and I hoped that it was what I saw in his face and eyes. I leaned my head back a little and opened my mouth, showing Ryan the huge load he had shot and I saw his eyes widen a little. Then I closed my mouth, ran my tongue all around for another taste, and swallowed him down.

I felt Ryan pull my up to his face and he kissed me, hard. Our lips were pressed together, his hands holding my head, holding me to him. His tongue forced my mouth open and then I felt his tongue all over the inside of my mouth, tasting himself in me.

After a few minutes of kissing he slowed and let my head go, then as I raised up from him he smiled again at me.

“That was unbelievable Justin, I don’t think I’ve ever had a better time with anyone”

I took another look at Ryan “It was the best time I’ve ever had too”

He looked over at the clock. “We’ve been up here for an hour, what’s your sister going to think?”

I giggled “She’s gonna think we were up here having sex”

Ryan hugged me tight. “Justin this is so strange for me but I feel like I’ve known you forever. Like today was somehow ordained for us to meet.”

“The same here Ryan. I’ve been looking for a man and then, suddenly, there you are.”

Ryan and I were sitting on the edge of the bed. Well, Ryan was sitting on the edge of the bed, I had managed to position myself in Ryan’s lap. I had one arm around his neck, the other hand was resting on his mostly soft dick. I saw a little drop of sperm at the top of his dick and I wiped it off with my finger and put it in my mouth, tasting the last little bit.

“Would you like to get together again?” Ryan asked.

“Is tonight too soon?” I said, with a giggle and he laughed. “Any time you want me, I’m ready.”

We exchanged phone numbers and we got dressed again. I was slower than Ryan because I was too busy watching him as he got dressed. When he looked up at me he was tying his shoes and I just had on my underwear. I saw him looking around the room, checking out the art on the walls and I saw him reach down and pick up a book off the beside table.

“Ahhh, this explains a lot” he said, just holding the book. I looked over and he had the copy of “The Front Runner” in his hand, I had been rereading parts of it last night before bed.

“That’s my favorite book, it’s my dream” I told Ryan. “You’re my dream”

Ryan came over to me and hugged me tight, picking me up off the ground and kissing me hard once again.

“You’re my dream too Justin” he whispered in my ear.

As we went down the stairs, most leisurely this time I saw him looking at the family pictures on the wall. Then he suddenly stopped and looked closer at one pic, then another one. He went up and down the steps, looking at each of the pictures. I didn’t know what was going on now.

“Umm who is this?” he said, pointing to my grandparents.

“That’s my Nana and Papa, my grandparents” I told him.

“Interesting”

“Why? Do you know them?” I asked.

“Do I know them? Well, I’ve known them since I was a lot younger than you are, we work in the Democratic party together, have for over 50 years” he answered.

“Hey, that’s cool” I said.

We went back out to the yard and Janice was still there. When she saw me she just burst out laughing.

“Hey! What are you laughing about?” I said.

“Your hair” and she broke down into giggles.

“What about my hair?” I demanded and I saw Ryan go over to get a mirror. His body was shaking, when he turned I saw he was suppressing his own laughter. Then he held up the mirror to me and I gasped. I looked like my hair would never again be back combed right again. Ryan’s hair was under the hat, mine looked like I had just rolled around on it for weeks.

“You got sex hair” Janice said, almost hiccuping between laughs.

“What, what” I just stuttered.

“Don’t worry baby, I think it’s cute” Ryan said but as he said it he looked at my face and he broke out laughing too. He and Janice just fell in each other’s arms, trying to get themselves under control. And me? I was running my fingers through my hair, trying to get it to behave. It’s not easy when you have thick long hair.

Ryan came to me and took me in his arms. “You are so beautiful, even with your hair this way” he whispered. Everyone finally calmed down and I just gave up on my hair until I remembered we had a comb on the table that hadn’t sold. It was about time for the sale to be over so Ryan stayed and helped Janice and I pack up all the items that didn’t sell.

Which was almost all of them. We had taken in a grand total of $2.25, counting the quarter that Ryan paid for me. As we packed up Ryan and I stood together, I’d hand him an item, he’d place it in the box. We were taking twice as long per box as Janice, finally she just closed the box she was on and went in the house. As I looked, I realized that Ryan and I had only managed to clear about half of one table.

I mean each item required our hands to touch, that touch wasn’t to be relinquished immediately, then the next item, the same thing. We did eventually finish and then Ryan helped me take the boxes and tables into the basement where we put them back where they came from, then it was back outside.

We were just sitting on the porch, in that chair swing again. It was so unreal, this morning I was this virgin boy, with dreams. Now I’m still pretty virginal I know but my dreams have at least started to come true.

“So, what now?” I asked Ryan and he looked right in my eyes.

“I want you in my life” Ryan said and my heart just about exploded.

“I feel the same” I told him.

“What are your parents going to say?” Ryan asked me.

“Well, you probably know my dad and mom?”

“Not really your mom. I’ve known your dad since he was a baby though, just when I saw him it was always at your grandparents house in Potomac. I had no idea he lived this close to me”

“Where do you live?” I asked.

“In Hyattsville, the next town over” I said. “Close enough?” and he grinned, so did I.

“Yeah, I can go there easily!”

“When do your parents come home?”

“In an hour, maybe less”

“Shall I stay, get the meeting over and done with?” Ryan asked.

I thought for a minute. I mean they know I’m gay, they know I like older men, is Ryan too old for them? He’s not too old for me, that’s for sure.

“Yeah, stay” I told him.

I pulled out my phone and called Janice.

“Hey sis, Ryan’s gonna stay until dad and mom come home”

“You sure Justin?” she responded.

“He’s my dream come true. Besides he knows dad, and our Nana and Papa”

“Okay, you want me to be there when you tell them?”

“Yeah would you?”

“Yeah little brother, anything you want” and she hung up.

I looked at Ryan, he had heard my side of the call.

“Janice is going to stay and be here when I tell them” I told Ryan and he nodded.

We didn’t really have much conversation over the next hour, we sat together on the porch, in that swing chair. I’d occasionally lean my head down on Ryan’s chest and he’d hold me. Janice had come out and brought us both some ice water, she’s really a nice sister. When my parents pulled up I was curled up with Ryan’s arm around me. I’m sure they could see, if they had been looking.

My parents got out and came up on the porch. I saw my dad give me a look, then the man I was with, then a shock of recognition crossed his face. At the same time Ryan had dropped my hand and gotten up.

“John boy! Man, it’s been awhile since I saw you” Ryan said, grabbing my dad in a hug.

“Ryan, yeah it’s been almost 10 years” my dad said, pounding Ryan on the back.

I had never heard my dad referred to as “John boy” before, I had to wonder what was up with that.

“So what brings you around?” my dad asked Ryan.

“Well, I was checking out the yard sales and saw the sign and stopped. There were some nice items on sale” Ryan answered.

“Weird items you mean” and my dad laughed. He looked at me “Did we sell anything?”

“I think we made $2.25” I said, trying not to laugh.

“Hey, that’s 25¢ more than last year!” my dad said with another laugh.

“That 25¢ was the best item at the sale, a real steal” Ryan said.

“Oh? So you’re the one who bought it?” Dad said and Janice came out at that point. “Hey little girl, we were talking about the yard sale. Ryan said that his quarter bought the best item at the sale” and Janice broke out laughing.

“What? What’s so funny?” Dad asked.

I saw Ryan nod at me and I came to his side.

“Dad, I was the item Ryan bought for a quarter” I said.

“Damn Ryan, did you ask for change?” and my dad laughed like he did at all his bad jokes.

“Nope, paid the entire amount” Ryan said.

“No refunds, no exchanges” Janice added.

By now I had taken Ryan’s hand in mine. It took my dad a minute or so to notice, then he looked more carefully at me and as he did I smiled as wide as I could and nodded. My dad’s face got serious looking now.

“You’re sure son?” was all he said.

“Never been surer dad” I said, with a confidence in my voice.

“Ryan, come with us for a minute. You two, stay here” Dad ordered and he and Ryan left with my mom in tow.

They all disappeared into the house and I practically collapsed into the swing chair. Janice sat beside me and put her arms around me.

“Don’t worry little brother, it’s going to be okay” she said.

“How do you know? How can you be so sure?” I said, my voice cracking.

“Did you see Dad’s face when he and Ryan left?”

“No, I was looking at Ryan”

“Dad wasn’t mad, he had a little smile even”

“I hope so Janice. I know it sounds crazy to you, you’ve had like a million boyfriends. Ryan is the first man for me and I think I already love him.”

“Shhh little brother, it’s okay” and that’s how Dad and Ryan found us when they came out. I almost leaped out of the swing chair as I heard the door open. My expression must have been so fearful, Ryan came over to me and just held me in a hug. I put both arms around him and squeezed him hard, holding on for dear life.

“Well son, Ryan and I had a talk and he made his intentions about you clear to me. If you want to pursue this relationship, go for it. I know Ryan is a good man. How do I know? Well, I’m still alive and I was a terrible baby. Ryan used to hold me and I would puke all over him. He even changed my diapers and my mother told me I peed all over him one day. If he didn’t kill me, he has to be good!”

Ryan and my dad both laughed, I was crying as I held Ryan tight.

“Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” Ryan said and then my dad came over and he hugged the two of us together.

“I’m happy, so I’m crying” I said, making no sense at all.

“Me too, well happy at least, not crying yet” Ryan said. “Now, let’s get you pretty and we’re going out together.” and Ryan took me back up to my bedroom where it took me 10 minutes to get my hair in its perfect state again.

I saw Ryan looking in my closet.

“What are you looking for?” I asked.

“A suitcase” he answered.

I pulled some shirts back and showed a small one to him.

“What do you need a suitcase for?” I asked.

“Not for me, for you. Pack some clothes, you’re staying with me tonight” he said “That is if you want to stay with me?” and I nodded like a bobble headed figure.

“Oh my god, oh my god” I was softly chanting as I went to my drawers and got three pair of socks and underwear. Then two pants and shirts. I started to toss them in the suitcase but Ryan took them from me and folded them neatly in place.

“Well, you never answered me, do you want to spend the night with me?” Ryan asked again.

“YES I WANT TO SPEND THE NIGHT WITH YOU!” I yelled, surprising myself. “I want to spend every night with you” I said, softer. I know it probably sounds ridiculous to anyone else but I knew in my heart that I loved Ryan. Not just a teen love either, I wanted to be with him forever. I just hoped that he felt the same way.

The ride to Ryan’s house was pretty quiet, very quick. Ryan really did just live less than 10 blocks from my house. It took longer than you’d think though because there was a railroad track that bisected the route. So of course today of all days a train was going by and we had to sit at the crossing waiting. I felt a little movement and then Ryan took my hand in his and brought it to his mouth, kissing the palm of my hand. I felt a tingle as he let the tip of his tongue just touch the center of my palm.

I looked at Ryan and he was smiling at me and that seemed to make things less nervous on my part. I smiled back and he put my hand down, leaving his on my thigh just under where my nuts were. Just the heat of his hand, the way it felt on my thigh, I could feel myself getting hard. Of course all the vibration from the train going by 30′ away from us had something to do with it too, I’m sure. I always had an easy dick trigger. Riding the bus to school would give me a hardon.

Once that interminable train passed we turned and drove another 3 blocks. One more turn and Ryan pulled in the driveway of an unimposing house. Ryan lived in front of a big open field, only had houses on one side of the street. The house itself was a relatively small two story brick house with a normal sized yard. No outside ornamentation, no flowers or shrubs except azalea bushes on both sides of the front door.

“Home sweet home” Ryan said, smiling and we both got out of the car.

“Have you lived here long?” I asked.

“Since I was 5 years old” Ryan answered.

I must have given him a weird look because he added “I grew up in this house and after my parents died, I moved back here. It’s like your area, there’s no through streets, very little traffic and the neighbors have been here forever.”

He took my hand and led me up the steps, opened the door and ushered me in. Ryan’s house, like a lot of houses, had an alarm system that he had to disarm but after that he turned to me once again.

“Come here baby” he said, holding his arms out and I walked to him, feeling him envelop me in his strong, secure grasp. I felt his head bend down and his face was in my hair, he was just moving his face around while his one hand held my head to his chest and the other arm kept me tight to his body.

“Ryan, I need you” I said, choking out the words. This wasn’t really what my idea was of a potential relationship. This was more emotional, more intense, from listening to my sister who went through boyfriends like changing underwear, I had no idea anything could really be this way.

I felt Ryan’s hand grasp my hair and pull my head back just a little, then he leaned down and kissed me. As we stood there, barely inside his house, the front door still open, we kissed and the more the kiss went on, the more I felt myself bonded to Ryan. I swear I could not just feel his heart beating against my own chest but it seemed like my heart was beating at the same tempo.

“I need you too Justin” Ryan finally said as his lips left mine.

Ryan bent over a little and I felt his arms again, then he picked me up like I was a baby. While I didn’t feel like a baby, I did feel like HIS baby. My arms were around his neck as he walked towards the back of the house, through a doorway and into a bedroom.

“Kick off your shoes” he whispered and I did as he told me, I felt his legs go up and down and knew he was doing the same. He moved to the bed and put a knee up on it, then without letting me touch he moved so we were centered in the middle of his king sized bed. He gently laid me down on the bed and let me legs go but his lips were again on mine and I opened my mouth for him.

Ryan’s kisses. What can I say? I mean I’d never been kissed before, I had no frame of reference other than my sister talking occasionally about how sloppy some of her boyfriends were, or how they just kept hitting her teeth with theirs. All I can say is that his tongue in my mouth, I felt it from the pit of my stomach to my chest, to my own mouth.

Ryan pulled up from me and looked down. “Am I moving too fast for you baby?”

I had to just stare back at Ryan, seeing him this close up, his eyes. Fuck, they were such a color of blue, something I had never seen. Not like ocean blue, more like ice blue, when he looked at me this way it wasn’t just in my eyes, it was in my brain.

“No, not fast enough Ryan” and I managed to crack a smile.

“So what do you want to do next?” Ryan asked “So far I’ve been the one leading the way”

“I want you in every possible way” I said to him, raising my head to peck at his lips “I really want you to fuck me though. Would you?”

Ryan’s eyes became even icier, if that’s possible. I swear they had changed color a little just at hearing my words. “I’ll make love to you Justin” he said, kissing me softly “and then, I’ll fuck your brains out” and he laughed and as he did I made sure I breathed in, I wanted his air, that had been in his lungs. I laughed too and held him in my arms.

He rolled over so I was on top of him and I felt his hands rubbing my back, then down over my ass, cupping my cheeks in his hands. He pulled me hard down on his body and I felt his hard dick press against my stomach.

“Can you fuck me now? Please?” I moaned, pressing my own dick against Ryan’s.

“First we need to get you ready baby” he said, thrusting up against me.

“Anything you say Ryan, can we do it quick?” and I was almost panting. I don’t know what’s come over me, it’s like I’m a different person. The me of this morning wouldn’t have dared be this forward, this sexual. Ryan’s kiss, his touch, it’s unlocked something in me that I didn’t know existed. I didn’t know what he meant about “getting me ready” I assumed he just meant lube on his dick and shove it in me.

Ryan rolled me over again, then lifted off me and gave me his hand and pulled me to my feet.

“Let’s take a shower, get you all ready” Ryan said “Let me strip first, then I want to watch you undress” and with that I just stared at Ryan as he took off his shirt, pants, underwear and socks. As his dick was freed from the confinement it slapped against his belly with a wet sound and I saw more of his precum shining on his entire stomach area.

“Now, your turn baby. Do it slowly, show me all of you” Ryan said in a husky voice.

I didn’t hesitate, I pulled off my shirt and tossed it aside.

“Beautiful, so smooth” Ryan said, staring at me.

I unsnapped my pants, the let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and stood there a moment, watching Ryan watching me. I reached for my underwear but Ryan spoke.

“Socks first baby” he said and I pulled off one sock, then the other. I got unbalanced and fell back on the edge of the bed. I blushed again, my lack of coordination was something today. Even though I felt embarrassed when I looked at Ryan there was no mocking, just that same smile, the same staring at me.

I reached for my underwear but Ryan took my hand in his. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me to him.

“Let me do that” he said and I surrendered myself to him. I felt his fingers go to the top of my underwear and pull them away from my body. My hard dick was clearly outlined, I always pointed off to the left in my underwear even though I was totally straight when naked. I felt his finger nudge my dick, pointing it more upwards and I moaned and went up on my toes. Fuck, I will NOT cum again so quick, I just won’t.

Then Ryan slowly took my underwear off and he lifted each of my legs up to get them totally off me, then tossed them aside.

“Let me see all of you” Ryan said and he put his hands on my hips and slowly turned me until my ass was practically touching his face. His hands caressed me and my knees felt weak. “So nice, so smooth baby” and he leaned forward and kissed me on each cheek. I tried to moan, I swear I did but it came out as a squeal instead. Why do I have to be such a kid at a time like this?

Ryan stood up and took my hand and we went in the bathroom. He sat down on the toilet and pulled me until I was on his lap, my ass in easy reach. The toilet was right beside the sink, he turned the water on and let it get warm as he reached above it and pulled this tube off the wall. It was attached to a bag and I recognized it immediately.

“What are you gonna do?” I asked, faintly.

“If you want to get fucked you have to get cleaned out” Ryan responded. “You don’t want your partner to literally fuck the shit out of you” and he laughed. I understood now and I just giggled.

“I’m glad you know what you’re doing” I said, relaxing on his lap.

No need to go over all the particulars of what happened next. It was awkward for me, for one thing I thought that what came out smelled 10x as bad as usual but Ryan never acted like he noticed a thing. We got in the shower afterwards and thankfully he had a big shower, plenty of room for both of us without crowding.

Ryan picked up the soap and motioned me over and he started to wash me. I felt the cloth rub on my skin, the slickness of the soap, it was all sensual. I never thought of a shower that way before. He washed every inch of me from the bottom of my feet to, eventually, washing my hair. As he washed my ass his finger would trace over my hole and each time there was a jolt like electricity.

I washed Ryan in return, doing the same things. I’m glad he went first, I’d have had no idea how to wash someone else and even if I did I wouldn’t have been able to make it feel as good without the direction he gave me.

After we dried each other off Ryan pulled me to him and took out a brush and got my hair into shape, then took the handheld hair dryer up and started to dry it for me.

“Let me do that, I know how to get it dry quickly” I said. This entire experience was just making me crazy, I wanted his dick in me, I wanted it now. The sheer excitement of being in another person’s hand, being washed, if this was what my sister meant by foreplay I have no idea how she wasn’t fucking every boyfriend.

Both of us were soft, well we weren’t hard and he watched me as I dried my hair. Every time I looked in the mirror Ryan’s eyes were on me, I noticed him paying special attention to my ass though. As I finished with my hair I playfully pointed it at his dick, hitting high. I wasn’t close enough to burn him, just blew hot air on his dick and balls.

“What was that for?” Ryan asked, laughing.

“I wanted to make sure you were hot” I said, blushing.

“You make me hot Justin” he said and his arms enfolded me. “We better get to the bed before I lose control and fuck you on the tile floor in here” and he laughed again.

I turned and walked out of the bathroom and I felt Ryan’s eyes on me, I swear that I could really actually FEEL them on my ass. My breathing got harder, deeper, I felt a feeling wash over me that I can’t describe, it was like anticipation, satisfaction, happiness. All mixed in one gigantic feeling. As soon as we got in the bedroom I ran for the bed and jumped on it.

I think I surprised Ryan, he was still moving a little slower but when I held out my arms to him his walk became a trot and then, there he was. He jumped on me, actually on top of me. He must be damn good at calculating distances because his arms were outside mine, supporting most of his weight but as he landed he covered my smaller body completely. I tightened my arms around his back, feeling the muscles ripple under his skin as his face came down to mine.

“Kiss me before I die from the lack of the taste of your lips” he whispered, poetry on the first date, it just pierced my soul and I crushed my mouth to his. Both of us were overheated, we had been in the house for over an hour and I know I thought we were going to have sex within seconds of entering the place. I felt Ryan take charge, his tongue was a spear, his movements controlled mine.

“Ryan, please, please, I need you in me” I murmured when my lips were free for a second.

Ryan raised up off me and just tossed me on my stomach like I weighed nothing to him. I took a look over my shoulder and saw him just staring at my ass. He moved between my legs and started to push them apart and I helped, I spread out as far as I could, until it became almost painful if I went farther. His hands touched my ass and I moaned and pressed against his warmth. I felt him pull my cheeks apart and then felt warm air and then a hot wetness.

When I looked back all I could see was the top of his head and I realized what I felt was Ryan’s tongue on my hole. He was licking all around it, pulling my cheeks farther apart, trying to force his tongue inside me.

“Yes, oh god, yes, it’s so good” and my mind suddenly went to the episode of Queer As Folk UK I had watched where the 15 year old character Nathan had his ass eaten out for the first time.

“Push out some Justin, open your hole for my tongue baby” Ryan said and I tried, I pushed out and then I couldn’t breathe. Ryan’s tongue had gone all the way inside me and I heard myself squeal loudly. Then as I kept trying to open it, his tongue moved and he was fucking my hole with it, over and over. My dick was so hard that I felt pain from the stretched skin.

How long this went on I can’t say, I wasn’t focused on a clock, all I felt was his tongue. Ryan pulled me up to my hands and knees and now my dick was free, it was waving around, I looked between my own legs and I could see my dick pointing right back at my face. Ryan reached into the bedside table and pulled out a bottle and I felt the coolness of something on my hole.

His finger pressed into me, I was loosened up by his tongue and it went right inside me, no resistance from me at all. I felt a sensation as he rubbed across my prostate, it made my whole body jump in surprise. He moved in and out, then added a second finger. Again it just felt good to me, I was relaxed, I knew Ryan wouldn’t hurt me, he was doing this for me, I had pretty much begged for it.

A third finger followed and I know Ryan was closely watching, I felt his breath on my ass. He moved them around, in and out, then spread his fingers out until I had to whine. It wasn’t pain, it was that I wanted more than a finger in me.

Ryan flipped me back over and stuck a pillow under my ass, then he lifted up my legs and put them on his shoulders. I felt him shuffle towards me and I felt a pressure on my hole. I saw him look down at me once more.

“Are you ready baby?” and I just nodded. I couldn’t have spoken if I had to. I felt him push, slowly and I felt tension in my hole. I felt it expand, it was so weird feeling, something trying to get in instead of out. I pushed back against his dick and like it did with his tongue, my hole just opened up and his dick slid in me a few inches.

My breath hissed in surprise, this was different, this wasn’t a finger, this was Ryan’s dick and I looked up at him. I smiled and he leaned down and our mouths met. I felt his tongue go in my mouth as the rest of his dick slid deep inside me. I felt my breath just whoosh into his mouth as he hit bottom.

“Yes, this is what I need Ryan” I moaned and he crushed me to his mouth. His arms came around me and pulled me tighter to him and he started to move, softly, like I was porcelain and might break. As his dick moved deeper in me I pushed back each time, I wanted him to know that I liked what he was doing, that it was so good I couldn’t just lay there.

“I’m going to make love to you Justin” and Ryan did just that. I felt each thrust of his dick, it was never hard, never out of control, it was just perfect. My prostate stayed in a constant state of stimulation but never enough to take me into orgasm, just to keep raising the level of pleasure I was feeling. On and on, Ryan was like a machine, we were like a machine, our parts meshing together.

Ryan started to get a little faster now and he leaned in and just took my mouth, that’s the only way I can describe it. He kissed me, he breathed for me, I felt his dick stabbing into me and then, I had no warning at all, I didn’t know you could cum this way but I screamed in his mouth and I felt myself start to shoot. The first shot caromed off Ryan’s chest and hit me in the chin. Ryan could feel it and he leaned down and licked my chin, tasting me and I felt him slam his dick in me all the way and I felt him throbbing.

I couldn’t feel any shots of sperm, my ass was pretty much worn out from the fucking but I could feel his dick get larger, harder, then soft, then throbbing, all the time I was still shooting between the two of us. After that first scream I managed to get some control and the rest of the time I was moaning into his mouth, my tongue wouldn’t do what I told it no matter how hard I tried. I just twitched and squirmed under Ryan’s kiss.

I felt Ryan slowly pull out of me and he let my legs drop to the bed. Then he lay beside me and pulled me so I was on top of him. All the sperm I had shot was on both our bodies and we squished as we fit together. It was almost like glue, no, not glue, what’s the word, it was like the slickest lube, I was afraid I’d just slip off him but I didn’t have to worry, not with his arms around me.

I just lay my head next to his, both of us were breathing like we’d run a race. I felt Ryan grab a blanket that was beside him and throw it over the two of us and with that both of us fell asleep. It was hours until I woke, I felt his hard dick against my own but I assumed that his hard dick, like mine, was because I had to piss so bad. My movements on top of Ryan woke him up too and he looked at me and smiled.

“How are you doing?” he asked, softly.

“I’m doing so good, this is everything I ever dreamed about”

“Me too baby, me too. I gotta piss like crazy though”

“Same here” and I kinda laughed. I started to move but I was literally stuck to him. My sperm had dried between us, as I raised up you could almost hear the skin snap back in place. You could sure see it and I giggled like a 5 year old boy. “I think we need another shower” and I giggled again. Ryan just picked me up and carried me to the bathroom, into the shower, and turned on the water.

It took some hot water to finally get rid of our hard dicks and we were able to piss. It’s weird, I had never really thought about piss but the odor of it, with the steam from the water, was kinda sexual in a strange way. We managed the shower without much except a kiss or two.

“Gotta clean the sperm out of you” Ryan said, soaping up a couple of fingers.

“I wanna keep it inside me” I said, whining a little.

“You’re too open, it’s all going to leak out in your pants. Would make a mess when we go out to eat” and he smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll refill you before bedtime”

“Promise?”

“I promise”

We got dressed, he had me put on a button down shirt and got my sport coat on me, he was wearing the same. Dress shoes, which I didn’t have with me so we had to go back to my house. It was just 6pm, they would have dinner shortly, when I walked in the house my parents were on the couch. They took a look at me and then looked at Ryan, who wasn’t paying them any attention at all, his eyes were on me.

I looked over my shoulder and smiled at them, got it in return and then Ryan seemed to realize there were more people than just me in the room and turned and smiled at my parents. I ran up and got my dress shoes and put them on and then came downstairs. As I came around the corner I saw Ryan’s eyes waiting for me to appear.

My parents had stood up, to say goodbye and I think they must have felt superfluous, all I saw was Ryan. I think bombs could have exploded around me and I wouldn’t have paid any attention. Ryan walked to me and took my hand as I got to the bottom step, then drew me into his arms and hugged me tight, picking me up off the floor.

“We are going to La Madeleine for dinner” Ryan told my dad.

“You better tell Justin not to eat with his fingers then” my dad responded and I know I blushed totally scarlet.

“DAD” I yelled and both my parents and Ryan laughed.

“Justin, no matter how old you get, you’re always going to be our baby boy. So let us have our little jokes” my dad said and my mom came over and straightened my shirt up, like I was ten again.

We managed to get out before they decided to change a diaper on me at least. It was during the dinner that Ryan and I had just the best conversation ever. Ryan had been on the phone with the restaurant and had ordered a bottle of 1994 Spottswoode, St Helena red, Cabernet Sauvignon, a wine almost the same age as me. When they brought the wine I thought it was just for him but he had them bring us two glasses. I wasn’t a total stranger to wine, since I was a teenager I got wine at the family dinners with my grandparents.

I wasn’t sure I liked it that much though. I had never tried anything else alcoholic. The waiter uncorked the bottle in front of us and handed Ryan the cork. He sniffed it and nodded and the waiter poured a very small amount in Ryan’s glass. Ryan shook the glass, twirling the wine around inside it, then leaned in and I heard him sniff the glass. Then he took the tiniest sip, I heard him suck it in and it made a noise like a straw getting the last bit of soda.

Ryan gave another nod and the waiter then poured the wine into a larger open decanter before pouring the two of us each a glass of it. I wasn’t sure what just happened, I had never seen all that before, at the dinners we just poured it and drank it.

“A toast Justin, to you, to us” and he picked up his glass. I followed suit and he tapped his glass against mine and took a sip of the wine. I copied his actions, this wine was different than anything I had ever had. It was smooth, felt like silk on my tongue. I tasted what seemed like 100 different flavors all at once and I guess I must have been staring at the glass.

“A good year, for wine and for beautiful boys” Ryan purred.

“Can I do a toast too?” I asked, smiling at his comment and Ryan nodded.

“To you Ryan, to us” and, before I even thought about it I added “I love you”

Ryan looked closely at me, those ice blue eyes again stared deep into my own eyes and I just knew he could see in my head, he could see how I felt, that even though I hadn’t planned on saying that so soon, that I meant it.

Our glasses touched and we both took a sip.

“Justin” and I looked away kinda. I thought I had messed up with the “I love you” so soon and I felt like he was going to say something like wait, too soon. “Look at me Justin” and I raised my eyes to his and saw his smile “I know it’s quick but I love you too” and I sagged in the chair in relief. I felt myself start to cry but he took my hand and held it and I got myself under control.

We were at a table for four and Ryan raised his finger and brought the waiter over. He and the waiter had a quiet, quick discussion and then the waiter moved all Ryan’s dishes to my side of the table and he came and sat beside me. He loves me, he loves me, he loves me. Those words just kept bouncing around inside my head. At the beginning of the dinner we had both ordered chocolate souffles, they had to be ordered before you started to eat so they could cook them for you.

As they brought them to us I saw Ryan dip his spoon in his, get a bite and then he brought it over to me. I opened my mouth in surprise and almost choked as he just fed it to me. I again copied his motions and fed him a spoon of mine. That’s how we did the entire dessert, neither of us tasted the one in front of him, we fed every last bite to the other one. It was the most romantic thing I’d ever thought of, I don’t know how I made it, the emotions of the day, the evening, it was all catching up to me.

As we were getting ready to leave Ryan went to the bathroom and I motioned to the waiter.

“Can you please put the empty bottle and cork in a bag so I can take it with me?” I asked.

“Of course sir, I’ll be right back” he answered and before Ryan returned I had the bag in my lap.

We were leaving and Ryan saw the bag.

“What’s in the bag?”

“The empty bottle and the cork. I want them as a souvenir of our first date”

Ryan took my hand and, as we exited the restaurant, he kissed me softly.

“I do love you Justin” he said in my ear.

“I love you too Ryan” I whispered back.

On the way home we were riding in silence, then Ryan laughed out loud.

“What’s funny?” I asked.

“Well, today is not the usual way things happen”

“How do you mean?”

“Generally you meet someone, you talk awhile, then go to dinner. Then, maybe, if you hit it off, you go to bed. We seem to have done things out of order” and he laughed again.

“It was the right order for me” I said, smiling back at him.

“Me too baby, me too” and he held my hand.

When we got home it was after 9pm. Ryan and I sat on the couch for about an hour, we didn’t really talk, just held each other and kissed a little bit.

“Can we go to bed?” I asked Ryan and he nodded and got up, taking my hand and pulling me up. We walked together to the bedroom and took turns with the bathroom, I went first and was waiting in bed, totally naked, when Ryan walked out the same way.

“I sleep naked” Ryan said and I pulled the cover back to show him I was naked too. Ryan smiled at me and slid into bed beside me. I saw Ryan rubbing his hands together before he got into bed and when he touched me his hands were warm. It was like an epiphany!

This time our sex is private, you guys don’t need to know. It’s enough to know that when I went to sleep I was filled again, as Ryan had promised me. The next weeks were much the same, I was off school and Ryan and I spent a lot of time together, getting closer and closer. It was the most amazing time, my first love, the man I’d wanted since I was able to know what I wanted slept beside me lots of nights.

I didn’t go back home to stay for 4 days. I did go back and get more clothes, Ryan had cleared out a dresser and part of the closet for me. I didn’t take everything I owned, I knew that I wasn’t going to move in permanently or anything, at least not yet. It was a few days after I had come home, Ryan had dropped me off, he had to go to North Carolina and visit some of his relatives but would be back later in the day.

My dad knocked on my door. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure dad. What’s up?”

My dad had a box with him and he came in and sat down in the couch that I had in my room. He patted the spot next to him and I came over and sat down beside him.

“You’ve got to be wondering why your mother and I were accepting of Ryan being your boyfriend” my dad started. It’s true, I was wondering that. Did they want to get rid of me, that was my first thought, after the initial rush of the relationship between Ryan and I. I nodded yes to my dad and he opened the box. Inside were lots of photographs.

“Well, you remember that first day when I talked about Ryan holding me as a baby? The puke, the diapers?” and I nodded again. My dad pulled two photos off the top and handed them to me. “Do you recognize anyone in the photo?” and I took a look. Well, there was a lady who looked like my Nana, there was a teenage boy and a baby and another man in the background.

“Is that Nana?” and I pointed at the lady.

“Yeah, that’s Nana, that’s Papa, the baby is me and the teenager holding me, that’s Ryan” and I jerked the picture back up, looking closer at it. Man, Ryan was one hot teenage boy, well he’s a hot man too but oh my god would I have sucked his dick anywhere, anytime back then.

“Here’s a better picture” and my dad showed me a close up picture of Ryan holding my dad and kissing him on the forehead. My dad had the biggest smile on his baby face, Ryan’s smile was wide also. I felt myself getting emotional, these were the two men in my life, my dad and my lover and it was so obvious that Ryan had loved my dad too, at least he did when my dad was a baby.

Over the next 30 minutes my dad pulled picture after picture out of that box, almost all of them were Ryan and him chronicling the years as my dad and Ryan both got older. There was my dad as a toddler, Ryan carrying him around by an ankle, you could almost hear my dad giggling and squealing as it happened.

The next picture my dad showed me was a few years later. Ryan was in a chair and my dad was sitting on Ryan’s lap. You could tell my dad was crying, Ryan was again kissing him on his forehead. I looked at dad for an explanation.

“I was 9 years old. Ronnie had just died” and I guess I looked lost “Ronnie was my first dog, he had been with me since I was born. I was just inconsolable and my mother called Ryan and asked if he’d come over, see if he could calm me down. When I saw Ryan I ran to him and jumped in his arms, sobbing, and he sat in a chair, holding me”

“He kissed my forehead, like he did when I was a baby. He stroked my hair like I was a cat or a dog, soothing me. He and I talked for an hour or more about life and death and nature and by the time he finished I was calmed down but I was so tired I fell asleep in his lap. He took me to my bed and we slept there together, him just spooning me. My mom came in and tossed a blanket over us and in the morning I was still sad but somehow Ryan had made it all seem natural, better”

My dad was a teenager in the last group of pictures, Ryan was behind him, his head beside my dad’s head, the two of them grinning like maniacs at the camera. Another picture, more and more pictures of my dad and Ryan together. The last picture that my dad showed of the two of them really hit me in the heart. My dad looked like he was probably 18 or so and he and Ryan were standing face to face about a foot apart. They had their hands on each other’s shoulders and both of them had little smiles. You know how you can see the emotions in a picture? That’s what this one had. You could see Ryan loved my dad and you could see my dad loved Ryan.

“Dad, you and Ryan, you didn’t..” I was going to ask if he and Ryan had sex but I couldn’t get the words out. My dad obviously knew what I was trying to ask though and he smiled at me.

“No son, we didn’t. Not by my choice though I assure you. I even asked Ryan if he’d have sex with me when I was around 14 or so but I didn’t mean sex like you two are having. I knew I wasn’t gay but I wanted a blowjob in the worst way and I was willing to blow Ryan to get one. I’d come up to Ryan and purposely get hard, then make sure he was looking and I’d grab my hard dick to tease him”

I think my mouth must have been hanging open because my dad laughed.

“Hey, I was a horny teenager, like you used to be before you met Ryan. Now you get all you can handle, I’m sure” and he poked me in the side and I just had to giggle. “Ryan knew I wasn’t gay so he wasn’t going to take advantage of the situation to blow me, just to have some fun. He was the best man I knew outside of the family growing up. I’d call him up and talk to him, tell him everything, all about the girls I wished would go out with me, everything. I called him at 2am the night I lost my virginity” and my dad shook his head and laughed again.

“After I went off to college we mostly lost touch. Back in those days long distance telephone calls were relatively expensive. Not like they are today with cell phones. I’d still see him at an occasional Democratic get together if I was home but you know I went to Stanford, then UCLA law school. I lived out in California so it wasn’t too often I was back home. Once I got married your mom and I moved back but I wasn’t interested in politics. We started our family right away and I hadn’t seen Ryan in probably 10 years until the other day”

“So that’s why things were so easy with you wanting to be with him. In a way I’m jealous” and I looked questioningly at my dad “Yeah, jealous. I had heard from others that Ryan was damn good in bed” and at my shocked expression my dad laughed again. “If you were going to be with an older man, there’s no better man on earth to have chosen than Ryan”

I hugged my dad tight and we sat there for a few minutes in silence.

“Thanks dad, for showing me the pictures. For sharing your memories of Ryan with me” and we hugged again. I had some tears in my eyes and I knew my dad did also, we both surreptitiously wiped our eyes until we caught each other doing it, then we laughed and openly wiped our eyes the next time.

When Ryan came over to get me my dad went up and just hugged him and dragged him off to the couch where he insisted on showing Ryan those same pictures. My dad was on one side of Ryan, I was on the other and as Ryan looked at each picture you’d see him smile as his memory was jogged. As we got to those same last pictures Ryan looked over at my dad, then gathered him in a huge tight hug and Ryan kissed my dad on his forehead again, just like he did all those years ago.

“Did you tell Justin how big a horn dog you were John boy?” Ryan asked and this time it was my dad who blushed and I giggled at my dad’s reaction. He hadn’t been blushing when he showed ME those pictures.

“Ryan!” my dad pretended to be shocked but Ryan laughed “Yeah, I told him everything, how I tried my best to get you into bed and never succeeded”

“Don’t think I wasn’t tempted, you were a hot teenage boy” Ryan said with another laugh “But now I have the most gorgeous teenage boy on Earth right here beside me” and Ryan turned to me and pulled me on his lap. “One thing though, get the camera. I want to reenact those last few pictures, with Justin”

My dad took those pictures for us and they are all framed and on the wall of the house that Ryan and I live in together. My dad made a copy of those pictures with him and Ryan and we had each picture of Ryan and me with the same pictures of my dad and Ryan. It confused the hell out of visitors when we’d relate that story to them.

After a couple of weeks Ryan and I were laying in bed. I was leaking his sperm from my ass and Ryan looked at me and smiled. After fucking I was always just a total mess, my hair was all over the place, I had sweat on me, both Ryan’s and mine.

“Baby boy, are you satisfied?” and I nodded yes and smiled.

“We’ve only done things where I was the one on top. Don’t you want to try it? Want to fuck me?” Ryan asked.

I looked at him, mouth agape. “Me, fuck you, why?”

“So you’ll know how it feels to be on top?”

“I’m perfectly happy with you being on top” I said, rolling over and burrowing my head to his chest, feeling his heart still beating faster after our sexual escapades.

“Can you tell me how it feels to you?” he asked and I thought about it. Can I put it into words?

“It’s like I’m not a whole person until you’re inside me. Then it feels like I’m more than a whole person, like I’m two people” and I shook my head “no, it’s like you complete me. I feel such a sense of comfort, safety, it’s like possession. I feel your thoughts, your touches, it’s more than the sex. I’m not making any sense at all am I?” and I laughed.

Ryan’s arms were around me.

“I think I’d like to feel that also Justin. Don’t get me wrong, I love fucking that cute little ass of yours and intend to do it at every opportunity. I’d like you to fuck me too though. Not every day, unless you like it and want to but I want you inside me sometimes” Ryan said, in a whisper.

I had to think about it. Did I want to fuck him? Would it spoil anything? I decided it probably wouldn’t spoil anything but I didn’t know how to fuck him. Then I giggled and Ryan looked down at my head on his chest.

“I was just thinking, I was going to tell you I didn’t know how to fuck but that would be a dumb ass comment. You’ve fucked me enough that I sure do know how to do it, I’ve just never done it. If you want to try it then yeah, I’m all for it” and Ryan looked down and smiled. He looked farther down my body and laughed.

“I can see you are all for it” and I realized my dick was as hard as it ever gets. I hadn’t even noticed. Ryan got up from the bed and pulled me with him and headed for the bathroom where he got down our preparation equipment (my words, not his).

“You clean me out this time” and I did just that. I stayed hard the entire time, I know Ryan felt me against his stomach as he laid most of his weight on me as I helped him get clean inside. After we were done we took another shower together and I made sure I paid special attention to Ryan’s ass, getting it squeaky clean. At the same time Ryan cleaned my ass out so I wouldn’t be distracted by his sperm leaking out of me while I fucked him.

After drying off I took Ryan’s hand and led him to the bed. I didn’t try to do his patented lift and toss, there’s no way I’m getting his 170lbs off the ground, let alone toss him halfway across a king sized bed. Instead I just nudged him on the bed, then rolled him to the center. It’s odd, I found this entire thing rather exciting and I had no idea I’d even like it. Still quite a bit more to do though, before we get to the nitty gritty.

Ryan was laying on the bed, watching me. I leaned over and took his head in my hands and brought my mouth down to his. He opened to receive me and I sent my tongue exploring inside his mouth. His tongue was more tentative, he was letting me control the pace, the force of the kiss and I got stronger with my tongue until I was fucking his mouth, rubbing his chest, down to his crotch where I felt his dick. He was hard and dripping precum on his belly. I took my finger and scooped it up and brought it to our joined faces.

I put the finger between the two of us and as I licked one side, Ryan did the other. I stuck my finger in his mouth and felt his tongue just licking it clean.

“Roll over Ryan” I said, in a strong voice and he flipped over on his stomach. I really hadn’t paid that much attention to Ryan’s ass but now that I looked at it, I liked what I saw. I got between his legs and moved my own apart, forcing his legs to move also. I ran my hands over his ass, it was so amazing. His ass had no more hair on it than mine and I knew from being with him that he didn’t shave. His whole body, except for his stomach, was smoother than mine.

Ryan didn’t even have arm pit hair, no leg hair. His body was just such a perfect one. He’s 60 years old and smooth as a baby where it counts. Pubes and hair on his head, the head very thin but I loved how the spots with less hair felt to my hands. I kept massaging his ass, his lower back and as I did he opened his legs out more. I could kind of see the outline of his hole, still mostly hidden.

I couldn’t wait, I spread his cheeks apart and looked at my lover’s ass, open to my gaze. I moaned as I saw it. He wasn’t a virgin, that’s for sure. Even though his ass certainly wasn’t virginal, it didn’t appear like some I saw on those porn videos. The hole looked tight and I ran a finger across it and felt him arch up his back.

Something was calling me and I leaned down and just licked across his hole like it was an ice cream cone. I lapped at it as he twitched and moaned, I put my hands on his ass to steady him and keep him open for me.

“Help me get inside you” I whispered and the next time I tried to stick my tongue in Ryan he flexed his hole open and my whole tongue went up inside. My tongue isn’t like Gene Simmons but it’s longer than Ryan’s tongue and I started to work on his hole with it, stabbing in and out in a regular rhythm. There was no taste and then, there was a taste too. I’m sure it was just my mind, it was like his ass tasted like love. I know, I’m such a weirdo, love tasting like an asshole but that’s how I felt.

I just kept on slurping away, I could have done this the entire night but I heard Ryan’s voice.

“Justin, please, lube both of us and fuck me. I need you inside me” and Ryan said this in a husky sounding voice. I got the bottle of Astroglide off the bedside table and poured some on Ryan’s hole, taking a finger and pushing it inside him. I practically yelled as I felt his insides, so hot, so soft feeling. I poured a little more lube, took two fingers and moved them in and out. Then I lubed my own dick and wiped my hands clean on the towel we had for that by the bed.

Ryan reached behind him and his hands held his cheeks wide apart, making it easier for me to find his hole. I put the head of my dick on his hole, leaned my head down beside his and pushed into the scalding heat of his ass.

“I love you Ryan” I whispered as my dick slid in the entire 6”, until I felt his ass against my pubes. I started to move, slowly, in and out, Ryan was squeezing and releasing my dick as I moved and it felt like his ass was both sucking my dick and jerking me off at the same time. I had cum 3 times earlier so I was able to really take my time, feel this experience.

Ryan was moving under me, his ass pressing up as I thrust in. I put my arms around him and put my hands over his nipples, rubbing against them as I continued my steady movements in and out. The feelings were intense and I found myself moving faster. Ryan moaned as I moved and I felt him reach around again and pull his cheeks apart.

“Harder Justin, fuck me harder” Ryan moaned and I started to slam inside his ass. I felt him clenching his hole around my dick and the tightness of it made me really go crazy. I felt myself go into another gear and I fucked him as fast and hard as I could. My body was sweating and I saw a drop of my sweat fall off my nose on the back of Ryan’s neck.

My legs were trying to cramp up and my arms were about dead. It was all I could do to keep on fucking Ryan but I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t even slow down. If anything I went faster and I felt myself getting ready to cum. I felt Ryan’s ass twitching, his hole clenched tight and if I hadn’t been fucking him so long to get him loosened up he’d have just stopped my thrusting.

“Justin, I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming” Ryan yelled and then I almost screamed as my own orgasm hit. This was so different than shooting when being sucked, or being fucked. It was like my entire body was coming out of my dick as I felt myself shoot over and over. I had no idea if sperm was even coming out of me, all I felt were the sensations of my orgasm, the feeling of Ryan’s insides, the tightness of his hole as kept trying to just hold my dick tight in him.

“Oh god, oh god” I murmured as I just dropped my weight entirely on Ryan, my dick still throbbing as deep in his ass as I could push it. That was all I remembered until I woke up, hours later. A lot of hours later it turned out. It was light out and I was moving, fucking Ryan. The feelings of it now were almost painful though, I had to piss so bad that my hard dick hurt.

Ryan was awake, he was just laying there under me still, one of my hands to his face. He had been sucking on my index finger and he noticed from my movements that I was awake.

“Hey baby, how are you?” he said, turning his face so I could kiss him.

“I’m just perfect Ryan, how are you?”

“Full of dick right now” and he laughed. “Are you fucking me again to cum or just waking up doing it?”

“I just woke up, I got to piss too bad to cum”

“Same here, I’m lucky I haven’t pissed the bed, with your dick pressing on my bladder with all your weight. Would you like to pull out?”

I pretended to think about it before I giggled and I slowly pulled my dick out of Ryan. As the head of my dick got to his hole he gave one last really hard clench and I yelled as my dick just popped right out of him.

So, that was my first time fucking Ryan. If you read it the way that Ryan wrote it, from the descriptions that I gave Ryan you’re probably thinking that from that time on I fucked Ryan all the time. That’s not the case though. The massive enjoyment I got from it was very different from how I feel when Ryan fucks me, my enjoyment of fucking him was more because I knew how it was feeling for Ryan. I still prefer to be on the bottom.

However because of how intense this was, how good it felt to have my lover under me, I do fuck Ryan once a week or so. I can tell when he wants it, when he needs it. Now it’s a spontaneous thing, not all planned out. When he cleans me out, I automatically clean him out as well, just in case. It has led me to just eat Ryan’s ass out any time, whether I’m fucking him or not. My favorite way is to have him just actually sit on my face, with some of his weight, so I can get in deeper.

My parents realized I was truly, absolutely in love so they decided to finish the basement and make it into an apartment for me. I had a bedroom, living room, kitchen and full bathroom. The laundry area had been walled off so people could come down and not disturb me. They finished it before the start of school again so Ryan and I could stay there when I needed to concentrate on my schoolwork. Off and on those last two years of high school that’s how Ryan and I lived, during the week we were at my apartment, on the weekends or holidays, we were at Ryan’s house.

Ryan and I have been together for just over 9 years now, plus a few months. The time has passed so quickly and our love just seems to get stronger and stronger. Ryan is just a bit crazy, he loves to play poker, gets up between 1am-3am and heads to the casino. I have no idea when he goes, I’m not a light sleeper, I don’t usually wake up until 9am and when I do, he’s home, usually on the computer.

This Covid idiocy has caused us a few problems. Back right after high school I surprised Ryan by buying a ring and proposing to him one evening while we were on vacation together. It was so cool, he was genuinely surprised, speechless, for just a minute. We talked it over and the two of us decided that as soon as my education was complete, we’d get married. That included law school which finished up earlier this year.

We had started making all the plans last year, we were going to have it at my grandparent’s house, they had plenty of room plus the pool house could have been used for the caterer. Once the restrictions started though and you could see how bad it was, we canceled until we can have that large wedding that we (well, that I) wanted.

So, that’s about it. I hope this little story has given you some insight into our relationship and my feelings. I know Ryan gets a lot of questions from people, he’s had suggestions to do this and over the past week I’ve done as he asked and told him my innermost feelings, from that first day until now.

I love him and I’ll love him until there’s no more forever..

The end from Justin.

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A note now from Ryan…

After I posted that Son Of A Preacher Man story about my teenage experiences with Danny and others in North Carolina I got a few emails about how Justin and I met, wanting to know what he was thinking as he and I started the relationship. How he felt when we did various things together in bed, the first times for different sexual explorations. I knew a lot of Justin’s story but there were parts that surprised me a little, some a lot. The conversation between Justin and his dad for example, I had no idea about that.

I know this sounds totally fictional but it’s just about as true a story as you will ever read. For those trying to reconcile ages of people like his dad, grandparents and me, I started in politics when I was just 9 years old. That’s when I first met Justin’s grandparents, they were 10 years older than me and the 1960 election was their first.

I was spectacular as a JFK supporter and I knocked on every single door in my entire precinct and, eventually, found each voter and prospective voter at home and gave them my talk on why JFK was better than RMN. I’m proud to say that my precinct which in 1956 had gone 66% for Eisenhower, changed to 62% for JFK and I took credit for it.

In relating this story I tried to be as true to what Justin told me as I could. He’s read it and seems happy with what’s been written, that’s all I need for approval.

Hopefully you’ve all enjoyed his journey. Our adventure together continues.

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For most of my life, I led a pretty sheltered existence. I came from a Southern Baptist family and went to a local Christian school throughout elementary to high school. Needless to say, we were raised and taught in a pretty strict way. Sex was something to occur only after marriage, and though I had a girlfriend throughout high school, the farthest I ever got was third base. To be honest, I was surprised I’d even got that far, but I think both of us were too damn horny not to at least try something.

After graduating high school, I gave her a “Promise Ring”, which was supposed to symbolize my desire to one day propose. However, we never made it that far since we both attended different colleges. Still, we did manage to keep our relationship throughout our sophomore year. To be honest, after that year I started to question some things regarding my upbringing and I think that was the nail in the coffin for her, but that’s getting a bit further afield than we need to for this story.

I was accepted to a number of universities, but given I wanted to go into international business, like my father, I went to the school with the best program for that degree. It happened to be a state school and not Christian, which as you can no doubt believe, caused a bit of a scandal in our community. To them, non-Christian colleges were “Liberal Indoctrination” centers, but my father supported my decision and I end up going there.

Not much happened my freshman year. I got a 4.0, which was the result of staying in on the weekends and not partying like 99% of the rest of the campus did. I did, however, make a few new friends. All of which were partiers, and all of which tried to get me to go out partying with them almost weekly. I always politely declined, and I think it became sort of a game for them to see if they could peer pressure me into going. If truth be told, I wanted to go, but I think I was a bit scared having never done so before. I’d drank a few times back home with my cousins, but that was the extent of my partying. Still, when you’re in college, especially having led a sheltered life up until that point, peer pressure is strong. Finally, just to get them off my back, I told them I’d drink after my last exam.

Though I tried to back out of it, they refused to allow me the opportunity. So, there I was, if not the first time I’d ever drank, I was still very much a beginner. Still, I managed to have a lot of fun. My friends kept me from drinking too much too fast, and made me stick to beer only, which given some of my later experiments with alcohol, was a Godsend. We party hopped our way through the student housing just off campus. However, sometime late in the night, I managed to get lost. I still don’t really know how, but by that time I didn’t really care. I was having too much fun, and the alcohol gave me enough courage to talk to anyone.

In fact, at the next party I walked to, I ended up meeting a guy named Mike, and we ended up drinking together until the wee small hours in the morning. However, when the party scene started dying down and we couldn’t find any more alcohol, he suggested we head back to his place for the beers he had there. I was probably drunk enough by that point, but I didn’t argue. Besides which, I really couldn’t have found my way home if I tried.

He lived in a sort of loft, with only a curtain separating the rooms. One room was his bedroom, where he had a sort of bunkbed, with his bed on top, and a futon at the bottom. Given I had already told him I wouldn’t have been able to get home, he told me I could sleep on his futon. We drank for another hour or so. He asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said “Yes”. He then told me he could never have a girlfriend, because he liked to fuck too much and even though I had almost zero experience in that field, I lied and said my girlfriend and I “fuck all the time” when she visits. I didn’t want to sound as lame as I was, and I think he believed me. The strange thing was, all the talk about fucking was getting me horny as hell and I could feel my dick getting hard, but I couldn’t very well pull it out and start masturbating in front of this guy.

Instead, I got this genius idea that I’d pretend to go to bed so I could jerk off in the other room. I looked at him and said, “Hey, if you don’t mind, I think I’m going to crash”.

Mike looked at me and said, “Yeah, go ahead. I think I’m going to watch some porn for a while”.

I think my jaw hit the floor. I know it seems unbelievable, but I had never watched porn before. I saw a Playboy once and it made me hard as a rock, but we had limited screen time at home and the dorm’s WIFI prevented students from searching adult themes. I think I almost stayed, because my dick went fully erect at the idea of actually watching porn, but I needed to play with myself at that point, so I went to the other room.

He came in with me, helped me sort out the futon, and gave me a pillow and a blanket. Afterwards, he shut the lamplight off and went into the other room to start watching porn. My dick was out before he even turned it on. To this day, I don’t know if he did this on purpose, knowing something might happen if he did, or it was simply happenstance, but the porn was really loud.

So much so, that when I heard it, I think my dick doubled in size. I was playing with myself pretty hard at that point in time, but for reasons I didn’t understand at the time, I couldn’t have an orgasm. Much later in life, I realized it was because of alcohol, but all that was really happening that night was that I was getting hornier and hornier.

Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I got out of the futon and walked to the curtain and asked, “Hey, Mike, do you mind if I watch it too?”

He barely missed a beat, probably knowing I wouldn’t be able to control myself, and replied, “Yeah, I don’t care, but just to warn you, I’m jerking off.”

At that point, I almost stopped and returned back to the bed, but that thought was quickly overwhelmed by the rest of my brain screaming to go watch porn. I walked out and pointedly kept my eyes on the TV, where a girl was sucking a man’s cock. To my right, I could tell something was happening, but not the specifics of it. I sat down on the chair perpendicular to the couch Mike was sitting on and watched the first ever porn video I’d ever seen.

I was so damn horny I could barely think straight. My dick was screaming to be let out of my shorts, but I was so nervous I didn’t know what to do. Finally, I looked over to my right to see if Mike could see me or just the TV. Before I even saw his face, I caught a glimpse of him playing with himself. The weirdest part was this turned me on even more for some reason. I wrenched my gaze away from his cock and quickly saw he was only watching the TV and I decided I couldn’t help myself anymore. I pulled out my own cock and started stroking it.

The video we watched was a compilation of blowjobs. Each new scene made me hornier and hornier, but the strangest part was my eyes, almost of their own volition, would turn to watch Mike stroking his cock. It got to the point where I was splitting time 50/50 between the porn and watching him play with himself. I think he knew too, because every once in a while, I saw him start to turn his head, and I’d immediately set my eyes to the TV. However, one time, he was too quick and saw me staring without a doubt. I probably blushed and forced my eyes forward, but he knew.

He said, “My God, she sucks dick like a champ.”

I not knowing what to say agreed, “Yeah, she does.”

He replied back, “I’d give anything to have her lips around my cock right now.”

I was too damn horny but also so unbelievably nervous to say much more than, “Me too.”

We watched for a few more minutes and he said, “You got to see this other girl sucking cock. It’s on a different DVD though, so give me a minute.”

I was disappointed he stopped the video but understood I’d be seeing more porn soon, so I relented to looking down at myself stroking my dick, while he got up and changed the DVD. After I saw him sit back down and grab the remote, I looked up. He clicked on the home screen and I saw 2 guys and 1 girl standing next to each other. The title of the DVD was “Teach my Wife to Suck Cock”. To be honest, I didn’t even think twice about it, but I had zero clue what was coming. He hit “Play” and the movie started.

The story started out with a woman sucking her husband’s cock. Once more, I began switching my attention between Mike’s dick and the action on the TV. I know it seems silly, but at that point I didn’t see anything “Gay” about staring at another man’s cock. I guess I wasn’t really thinking at all. Just acting on instinct. It wasn’t long before the husband said something along the lines of “You’re getting better, but I think I know someone that can help you.” There was some silly dialogue for a few, and the scene switched to the couple now dressed in their living room when they heard a knock on the door. Looking back now, I should have known what was about to happen, but back then and there I had zero clue.

After some silly introductions, the guy said, “Let me see how you do it.”

The wife pulled out her husbands cock and started giving him a blowjob. In truth, I didn’t see anything wrong with her technique, but back then I had limited experience to base that off of. What happened next, I will remember to my dying day.

The man got down next to her, grabbed hold of her husband’s cock, and said, “Let me show you.”

On screen a man just swallowed another man’s cock and I couldn’t take my eyes away from the image to save my life. I was mesmerized. So much so, that I don’t actually know how much time had passed when Mike said, “Do you like what you see?”

I turned to look at him, first looking into his eyes, and then looking downwards as he was now facing me instead of the television. He was stroking his cock, but stopped on the downswing, just holding it erect so I could get a good look at it. I voiced out “Yes” almost too quiet for him to hear. I don’t know if I was talking about the porn scene or his dick.

Mike didn’t miss a beat though and said, “Why don’t you come over here and sit next to me?”

I don’t know if I made the conscious choice to do so or if my body was acting on its own accord, but I slowly got up and walked over to the left of him and sat down so that our legs were touching. Nothing immediately happened. We just kept playing with ourselves for a moment or two. Then, almost in slow motion Mike reached over and grabbed ahold of my cock, and it was if an electric shock went through my body. I let go, and let him have his way with me, and just watched as his hand slid up and down my dick.

It felt amazing. Better than it ever felt when my girlfriend touched me. I almost got lost in that feeling, before I felt his other hand grab my left hand and pull it over to his own prick, where my fingers reached out and enclosed his cock beneath them. I remember thinking two things. The first was he was so damn hard and the second was “I’m touching another man’s dick right now”.

We stayed that way for a few moments, until Mike leaned down, regrettably causing my hand to have to let go of his cock, and without hesitation swallowed mine. If I thought I felt good before, I had a new sensation to dwarf that feeling. Without even thinking, my butt thrust my cock further into his mouth, wanting nothing more than to feel more of his wet warmth to engulf my awaiting prick. I’m not sure if it was the novelty or taboo of it all, but I have rarely since received a blowjob that felt that good.

After a few moments of going halfway down before bobbing up, he slowed down his downturn and began swallowing every inch of my cock. After a few seconds, his lips wrested on the base of my shaft touching my balls, and I think I almost came. He did this a few more times, and then released his mouth’s suction on my cock, and I almost said something before he took my balls into his mouth. Every new sensation made me feel better than I’d ever before, and I almost begged him to keep going when he sat back up, looked at me and asked, “Would you like to try?”

I think I gulped but nodded my head slowly up and down. I grabbed ahold of his prick once more, stroking my hand down to the bottom part of his shaft, and just stared his cock for a few. My mouth was watering, and I started bending down towards his erectness as my mouth began to slowly open. My eyes were staring directly at the head of his oncoming cock, but I closed them as it came within an inch of my face. My mouth was open, and I forced my head to go down a little further. In less than a couple seconds I could feel the softness of his cockhead as it touched my lips and began to push through into my awaiting mouth. I was going so slow, I felt every centimeter of his cock enter my mouth, rolling over my tongue, heading deeper into my throat.

To be honest, it felt a little strange at first. Not bad, but different. His cock was so hard in my hand that I think I expected something other than the feel of skin. Nevertheless, I fell in love with cock at that moment. I swallowed his as much as I could, let it sit there as my mouth adjusted to the feel of another’s man’s prick inside of it, and then pulled my head up until I felt the contours of his cockhead come to the forefront of my mouth. I then went back down with a little more speed, once again enjoying the feel of the length of his shaft enter my throat.

After a few slow rotations, I began to find my rhythm, and I could feel him thrusting upwards as my mouth swallowed downwards. I never really had a gag reflex, something a nurse told me many years before this as she shoved one of those huge popsicle stick things down my throat, so I was taking more and more of him when he did this. At one point, I decided to try and take his entire length, and actually did so before he thrust up a little more and it surprisingly made me choke a little.

After that I had to release his cock for a moment, swallow some saliva down, and was ready to start again when he stopped me and said we should “69”. I, of course, knew what that was, though I’d obviously never done it before, and readily agreed. He told me to get up and take off my shorts and boxers as he stood up to do the same. When he took off his shirt, I followed suit, and we were both completely naked. He then sat back down, turned and laid backside down on the couch. I turned in the other direction and wrapped my leg around so I didn’t hit his head, kneeling down just to the left of it. He grabbed ahold of my cock and guided into his mouth as I finished getting situated and did the same.

We sucked each other’s cocks for a good 15 minutes or so. I actually remember getting a little tired, but I refused to stop. A few times I had to take a small break, but they were only a few seconds or so. Then he pulled my cock out of his mouth and let it rest on his cheek and asked me “Do you want to try something else?”

By that time, I was ready to do anything, so I said “Yeah, tell me.”

He replied, “Okay, get off of me for a second I have to go grab something.”

I complied, a little reluctantly since I couldn’t have his cock, but also a little relieved to be getting a break. He went into his bedroom and after a moment came back out with a bottle of something. I, curious what it was, asked, “What’s that?”

“It’s lube, so I can put a finger up your ass. It feels amazing.” He replied.

I remember thinking that was a bit weird, because I’d never thought of my ass as anything more than a waste organ, but I was so horny I thought “What the hell?” As stupid and naïve as this sounds, I had no idea that’s how gay men had sex.

Mike started pushing down the nozzle getting some lube on his fingers and said, “Here, lay down on your back on the couch.”

I complied, and he came over and got between my legs and said, “Pull your legs up so your knees are at your chest.”

Once more, I followed his directions. I made a small sound of protest as he pushed down on the nozzle squirting some cold lube on my ass, but I let it pass. He started by wiping a lot of lube around the opening of my butt. Next, he put down the bottle and focused on me. I felt his finger touch the outside of my sphincter and then felt a small protest as he pushed it inside. My body tightened a little and I started breathing harder. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it felt odd. I actually remember thinking “How is this supposed to feel good?”

After a moment or so, I could feel my sphincter relax a little and the feeling became less strange. Still not good, but I thought to myself “Maybe I just need to get used to it?” He then curved his finger upwards and I felt the entire movement, as he started to massage the upwards portion of my inner ass. That’s when I fully started to relax and started to feel good. Though, that was short-lived as he grabbed more lube and stuck a second finger in. It became a routine, and I almost wondered why he kept ruining the good feeling by sticking more fingers in me. Still, I accepted it as best I could. Though, it did seem to take longer and longer for my ass to relax to make it feel better.

As he thrust 3 of his fingers inside me, he said “Turn over.”

He pulled his fingers out and I did as he said. He then poured more lube on himself and me and started all over again with one finger. Though, this time, he progressed faster than before. After he had three fingers inside me, I could feel as he was trying to stretch out my sphincter some. Again, it didn’t hurt. It just felt like my butt was extremely reluctant to stretch out.

After a little while of this, he asked, “Can I fuck you?”

As ignorant as ever, I said, “What do you mean?”

I couldn’t see his face to see if he smiled but I didn’t hear him laugh. He simply replied, “Instead of my fingers, I want to stick my cock inside of you.”

As soon as he said “cock” I wanted him to do it. I know that sounds crazy, but I was so unbelievably horny and the idea of him doing anything with his cock to me turned me on. I waited a breath or two feeling his fingers thrust in and out of me and said “Yeah, sure.”

He pulled his fingers out of me, allowing a small sense of relief to my ass, grabbed his bottle of lube again. I was almost but not quite on all fours and I could see him rubbing the lube all over his cock. At this point, you’re probably wondering why I didn’t make him wear a condom, but I would have had no knowledge of asking him to do that back then. He squeezed more lube on my asshole and then I shuddered as I felt the head of his cock rubbing circles around the opening of my ass.

I felt the tip of his cock begin to enter me and I almost marveled that it didn’t feel as bad as his fingers. There was still a lot of tension and it took him a moment to fully enter me. I felt his cockhead enter my ass, until I could almost make out the contours of the head meeting his shaft. That did hurt a little and I tensed up, almost pulling myself forward so that he exited me. He must have done this before, because he followed my motion without pushing deeper into me and said, “Don’t tense up. It’ll make it hurt.”

I had to force myself to relax and began breathing heavy. I was also grunting a little, but I couldn’t help it. Eventually, I felt him push more of himself inside of me, and I almost stopped him. However, after a certain length of his dick got inside of my ass, my sphincter finally started to relax as it did with his fingers. A few moments more, and I could feel him enter me completely as his balls hit the bottom of my ass. It still didn’t feel good, but it wasn’t hurting as much anymore. He let himself rest there for I don’t know how long. It felt a lot longer than it probably was, but he was letting my ass adjust to his presence.

When he thought he waited long enough, he began to recede his cock until just before his tip exited my ass, and then he thrust himself in slowly, stopping, and then allowing me to relax again. We played this game for a while, but eventually it stopped hurting. I wouldn’t go as far as saying it felt good, but at least there was no pain. He fucked me like that for a while and I finally started to see why anyone would do this. I told him, “That’s starting to feel good.”

He was moaning slightly and kept fucking me for a few more minutes when he said, “Okay, I want you on top of me.”

He pulled himself out and said, “Quick get back on.”

I turned around quickly got off the coach, let him lay down, and got back on him so that I was straddling above his cock with holding my hands on his stomach almost sitting in the air. He guided his prick to my ass, and I started to descend. I still felt the pressure from before, but there was no pain. I sat down completely on his cock but didn’t move from there. He then took charge and grabbed my hips and pulled me up releasing most of his dick from my ass, and then pulled my hips down so that he entered me again.

The pleasure took a minute or two to kick back in and I began to realize what I should be doing and started to ride him. It was such a surreal moment. An hour before this I didn’t even know how 2 guys had sex and now, I was naked, straddling another man, and fucking him. Regrettably, my legs started to get tired and I said so. He didn’t say a word, but sat up some, grabbed ahold of my waist and lifted me slightly, as he sat up more. He then pushed me, so my back hit the couch and his cock unwittingly left my ass.

He didn’t miss a beat though and grabbed ahold of his cock and guided it so he could enter me again. He started to fuck me harder and harder, but in-between thrusts he said, “Jerk yourself off while I’m fucking you. Let’s try and cum together.”

Without saying a word, I grabbed hold of my cock and started stroking it and his cock thrust deep inside of me. He slowed down some and said, “Tell me when you’re close.”

By that time, I was already close, and I could feel it was only a matter of a minute or so. I was breathing so heavily though, all I managed to say was, “Close.”

He began thrusting harder and I felt his legs tighten around me. I looked up at him and he closed his eyes and started to say “Uh, uh…uh.” as he pulverized me with one huge thrust, followed by slightly diminishing thrusts in power. Before he completely finished, I stroked myself a few final times until the cum burst out of my cock so fast and so far, that the first burst went over his head, but I came a lot that night, and the next burst soaked him in my cum. I have rarely since had an orgasm so intense.

He leaned over me, with his cock still inside of me, resting. After he took a few deep breaths he said, “That was intense.”

I could only agree and managed to sigh a sound of relief after he pulled his cock from me. It was then that I felt his cum as it began to exit out of me with his outthrust. He got up to grab something to drink, but I only laid there. I could barely move. And not just because my body was not used to getting fucked, but because I couldn’t stop thinking “I just fucked a guy. I had his dick in my mouth.” That kept going in my head over and over, until a new thought entered my mind “I wonder what it would taste like if he came in my mouth.”

Apparently, I said it aloud instead of just inside my head, because he said, “We can try that later on. I want to fuck you one more time tonight.”

But that is another story.

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“Look, your sister’s got good sense,” Noah said, sucking down the last of his shake noisily. “And I think that since I know best about what you were into, then I should go and talk to Kirk.”

Claire laughed and folded up the burger wrapper.

“So, what?” said Paul. “You’re going to say, ‘ Hey Kirk, your boyfriend was an asshole because he’s a recovering pornstar and no one knows that better than me because I’m one too. Take him back. Adopt two Korean kids and start a family?”

“Korean kids?” Claire began.

“Personally I prefer Black kids,” Noah shrugged. “But if you want Korean.”

“No,” Paul waved it off. “It’s just something… Kirk used to say.”

“Well, I’m gonna go talk to him.”

“No you’re not.”

“It’s really not such a bad idea,” Claire told him. “You could do worse than have a go between.”

“Well,” Noah said, standing up and wiping his fingers on his jeans. “Maybe I will talk to him and maybe I won’t, but for now it’s good to be back in the Big R, and I wanna get me a shower and a nap.”

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” Claire said, getting up. “You still wanna go to the park?” she said to Paul.

“A little bit, and then you need to get back home. I don’t want you driving in the dark.”

Claire shrugged on her way to the restroom. “It’s only twelve-thirty now.”

When Claire was gone, Noah leaned in and said, “I stayed at Guy’s house last night.”

“Really?”

“There was this hot Mexican or something there. Jorge. I hadn’t been with anyone in a while. Guy said he’d pay me nicely if he could film us.”

“You made a porn last night?”

“Apparently you made one last week.”

Paul turned red.

“Well, anyway,” Noah said, turning his ball cap around, “I was just telling you that because this morning when Guy gave me the money it was the first time I’d ever felt like a slut. I wasn’t ready for that.”

Then Noah frowned, reached into his back pocket, and pulled out some cash.

“Get something nice for Claire. I sort of don’t want this anymore. Not saying I’ll feel that way tomorrow. But… right now I do.”

“I get it,” said Paul.

“I wish life was easy,” Noah said. “I wish right and wrong were Sunday school easy. Most guys could never do what we’ve done. A lot can. I’ve seen guys. I’ve shot guys who keep on doing it and think it’s the coolest thing in the world. Or there’re the ones who are bitter and shut up… Like I was. I know that now. And then the ones who…. are drugged out of their fucking minds and hate themselves. And the truth is I think I’ve been all three. And nothing’s easy, is it? Right and wrong aren’t…”

Claire was coming out of the bathroom.

“Well,” he shrugged. “Maybe for someone like her they are.”

“They are what?” said Claire.

“Right and wrong. Easy to tell apart. You know. Good and evil, clear cut.”

Claire shrugged. “I suppose they are somewhere.”

Noah stood up and stretched, jingling his car keys and, on impulse, told Claire: “Give me a hug.”

She embraced him tightly and then Noah grinned and told her, “I’ll see you soon, I bet.”

He kissed her on the head and tweaked her cheek, heading out of the restaurant.

Claire grinned at her brother watching Noah trot across the lot and climb into his car. As Noah’s rental car turned onto Demming Street, she laughed.

“What?”

“Nothing…” Claire said still grinning. “I was just thinking the two of you probably made some hot movies together.”

For a reason he couldn’t quite understand, Noah Riley was laughing as he pulled into the driveway of 4848 Versaille Street. He had been so bored here. But, really he’d been bored with himself. And he’d never really had roots. Unless you counted Rummelsville, Indiana—which he didn’t want to be rooted to. Rossford felt right, and he didn’t know what would come next, but for now a shower and the return to friends was what mattered. He stopped at the kitchen door. He had no key. He moved around to the front, and opened it, closing the door behind him.

Just then a hand went over his face.

“Open your mouth,” he heard.

Noah did so, and felt the barrel of a gun slide in.

The hand moved away.

“Do you know who I am?” the man asked.

Noah made something like a scream and he heard the gun click.

“Knock that off,” the man warned.

“Now,” he continued, turning to face Noah who stood trembling, feeling his bladder weaken, “my name is Joe Callan, and I really need you to tell me what the fuck happened to my half a million dollars.”

“Bren-dan, give me that last box.”

“All right, Fenn.”

“You just call him Fenn?” Kenny noted as he followed Brendan with a crate. “No, Mr. Houghton or anything.

“You could call me Fenn too,” said Fenn taking the box from Brendan and stacking it in the back of the church garage

Milo came out of the rectory with his grandmother and Dan Malloy.

“That’s about it, guys,” The priest told them. “We’re all ready for the rummage sale.”

“How much do you think we’ll take in?” Barb asked.

“Enough to cover the price of the Thanks For Helping party after the rummage sale.”

“Well, let’s go,” Barb said to Fenn. Then, “Milo?”

“I’m heading back with Bren and Kenny.” He murmured, “The Lovebirds.”

“Shut up,” Brendan and Kenny both said, and then looked at each other.

“Dena’s mom is throwing some dinner,” Milo said. “She didn’t really explain. Just said it was—”

“Just because,” Brendan concluded with a shrug.

“Well, just because is good enough,” Fenn said, and Barb nodded as they headed toward her car.

“Fenn, I am so glad you all came and helped today. You know what I need now?” she said, putting her shades up.

“A stiff drink?” Fenn buckled himself in, and Barb started up the car, heading out the parking lot.

“Damn straight.”

“Well, I will fix you one when we get to the house. For once nothing should be happening there.”

“Good,” said Barb, as they turned onto Birmingham Street, “because right now I’m at a place where the littlest shock would just kill me.”

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I hope you enjoyed The Houses in Rossford, and I hope you join me when, after a brief return, we return to our friends in the sequel,The People in Rossford