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  • Solo Love in the Caribbean

    Upon a recent trip to the Caribbean I was wondering just where I was going to be able to take care of my personal business.

    One day while sitting on the beach sunning ourselves I was watching the gentle waves caress the beach. I thought the only place I’ve ever jacked off under water was as a kid in the bath tub. I remember being so amazed what was coming out of the end of my penis. I remember thinking it was just so cool.

    Getting back to the story, I was in need of some relief, being an avid stroker of the male organ, my wife and I we’re staying in a small condo, so if I was to pound one out I needed to find a safe location.

    So I remembered a restaurant we ate at the other day. There was a coral reef a reasonable distance from the shore that created a calm area about a mile long. It had a nice secluded beach. Not wanting to chance of getting caught on the beach jacking off I thought of doing it in the water.

    Hmmm could I get off in the water while snorkeling? This was a challenge for sure.

    So to set the plan in motion, I informed my wife I would be going to the restaurant to so some snorkeling the next day. I started getting that great feeling of doing something I’ve never done before.

    Upon arriving there were people on the beach but nobody out swimming or snorkeling. This sort of bummed me but I had to do this now that I was this far and horny for a solo hand job.

    I got into the water and went out a ways to where it was hard to make out faces on the beach so I’m sure they couldn’t see what I was doing under the water. I dropped my trunks around my ankles and was just floating vertical bouncing off the bottom on my fins. This was so cool I thought, I would look around underwater while breathing through the snorkel and every once in awhile I’d look down at the cock I love so much.

    Getting hard was a little bit of a chore I didn’t mind, Jackin underwater was a little more challenging than I thought. You see I was needing to breathe through the snorkel, being a little nervous, enjoying the fish swimming around, and watching for anyone coming close.

    But being a lover of solo sex I worked to overcome all the obstacles in my way of achieving something I’ve never done before.

    I worked to relax and do the things I love to do, stroke the meat. In time it worked. I really got into jacking in the Caribbean! Sometimes I’d sort of float face down watching the fish, just letting the water caress my body.

    Then getting back vertical so I could watch myself being stroked by the most talented hand I know. I felt the familiar urge coming from my balls. Finally I erupted and gave myself totally, to the Caribbean Sea!

    Oh God this was so good, I looked down and witnessed cum leaving my cock, something I have seen in about forty years.

    I then fell forward and just floated while the sea was washing over my body. So as I drove back to the condo I had the most pleasant thought. Today, I made love to the Caribbean Sea, and she swallowed!

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  • Eden

    “What do you want from me? Pat says. “I know what I want from you, but what do you want from me?”

    “You turned your back and walked away like nothing ever happened,” Rob said.

    “I know.”

    “I don’t want you. Not anymore. That’s in the past,” Rob said. “But I want… an apology. I want you to own what you did. Maybe I want to own what I did.”

    “What you did?”

    “Which was not be there and not not be there. Not commit to it and not walk away from it. Just let myself be passive. Isaiah says a lot about that, about not being passive. I’ve been passive for too long. I should have called you out a long time ago.”

    “Are you coming back to town?” Pat said.

    “Yes. Probably.”

    “To stay?”

    “That’s more of a maybe.”

    “We could get together.”

    “For what?” Rob said. “That’s what people say when they don’t mean it, but want to make folks happy, and I don’t need you to make me happy.”

    “But we could sit in the same room,” Pat explained, “and mend what’s fucked up between us.”

    “That’s what we’re doing now.”

    “True,” Pat said.

    “Are you fucking Josh?”

    “Yes. I don’t know. I mean, I have. I mean… you need to ask him.”

    “Are you with him, because it looked like you were checking out Frey’s nephew.”

    “Shit’s complicated.”

    “It usually isn’t.”

    “I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. We need to mend something. We need to make the way we’ve been… better than it has been.”

    “Yes,” Rob said. “Yes, you’re right of course.”

    “I feel so thin and stretched out,” Pat said. “I feel like I never stopped feeling the way I did that night after the car crash. Like I just kept getting stretched out and more and more damaged and now, just now, I’m starting to be alright.”

    “I think that’s the way Josh felt,” Rob said. “Maybe that’s why you found each other.”

    And then he said, “But why have I felt that way too?”

    Pat said, “I don’t know, Rob. We were best friends once.”

    “I know.”

    “And now we’ve all been broken and fucked up and then broken and fucked up each other. Maybe we can help put each other back together again?”

    Rob nodded. He suggested:

    “Maybe it’s the only way we can get put back together again.”


    Epilogue

    Frey speaks

    I thrill, I rejoice. I rejoiced all this morning before the boys arrived. I was loading up the laundry bag with Rob, but for a moment I thought we were packing up to go home, and I wasn’t entirely sure where the home was, and it didn’t matter, because we would be together.

    And I have known many men, I have loved and been loved and made love to by many men, but I have not made a life with one yet, and at the age of forty-fill-in-the blank, to be making a life with a man, to be making a life with this one man, who I do love, is a thing I can hardly believe. I thought I was long past this. I feel like Saint Elizabeth, long past bearing. I feel like the morning prayer. I feel like when the angel Gabriel came to Mary and told her that Elizabeth, long past childbearing, had at last conceived, and can it be that, with this young man, this young red haired man sleeping next to me, I have finally conceived… love?

    There is a feeling I can only call closethat happens when I wake in the middle of the night.

    When the boys have gone to sleep, and Rob sleeps and Vigils is not for some time, I put on my shoes to go outside. The whole world is naked tonight. I have always called Calverton, the country, then coming to Rob’s town I thought, now this is the country. But here, we are finally in the country. Here, the air is different. Tonight there are no stars, but tonight the sky is more real.

    I am going to do something foolish. Vigils is an hour off. Here is the bank where Logan and Kenny made love. My bare feet press into the grass, trying to absorb some of the essence of their love. And then I am taking off my clothes. I am in love with and weary of the man breasts that are just shy of being boobs, the fat on the sides where no six pack ever was, amazed that this body has known so many lovers and is loved so much right now. I am completely naked.

    I don’t know if it’s my certainly that no one will come, or if I just really don’t care. But I am here naked and walking in the water, and it’s colder than ever, and my whole body is alive and my nipples are hard and pointed up, and I want to go down and down and down and it’s so good and so terribly chilly and I can hear my mother singing a song from her childhood, from the days before she was Catholic.

    Wade in the water… wade in the water children…wade in the water… God’s gonna trouble the waters…

    And my God, I know beyond a doubt that there is a redemption and I am saved, though not in any way that any priest ever meant. I am not alone. We are not alone. Anigel is here, and Sister Saint Solesme and her mourning for Agatha who became Saint Clew, and secret loves, loves that grow from nowhere and may go nowhere, and leave a black path like fire that heals and destroys. Rob is here. DJ is here. These sorrowful hopeful boys who came with my nephew are here. Kenny and Logan twisting together are here. Salvation is me here in these waters. There are no divisions here, and here is the certainty for the very first time that none of the doubts, the fears, the horrors that once assaulted us and may even one day return… none of them… matter.

    THE END

    I hope you enjoyed. Next will be a new short story and beginning ofThe People in Rossford

  • After Church

    Breakfast at Redeemer Lutheran Church

    Sunday, August 5, 11:00 am

    The Lund’s had spent the morning keeping their Sunday church obligation, like nearly everyone in town. They were members of Redeemer Lutheran as were most of their friends and family. In those days, church attendance was as much a social expectation as anything else. It was expected that all your family and friends were a part of the same church as well.

    Peggy’s family always saved her and Gunnar a seat for them, sharing the fourth pew from the front on the right side. After the service, Gunnar and Peggy were also expected, to join Mr. and Mrs. Barton for the church’s Sunday Breakfast. You see, every week the church ladies prepared a big spread for after the service. The tables were filled with their classic, and way too bland, hot dishes. There were potatoes, fixed all kinds of ways, egg hot dishes of various kinds, and of course, Scandinavian white sausage. And to wash it all down, there was, what Mike and most of the men called, dishwater coffee served from huge urns over by the kitchen door. Oh, and there were hundreds of small children who ran around screaming all the while. (At least it seemed like hundreds.) Needless to say, this was not the highlight of Gunnar’s week.

    The only redeeming thing about the breakfasts was the baked goods. There were three serving tables chock full of homemade baked goods. The whole breakfast was so bland and tasteless. But the cinnamon rolls, sour cream coffee cakes, and fruited tarts were a welcome indulgence. Every old lay in town wanted to be sure Officer Lund tried their specialty.

    Peggy was not a baker so every Sunday, Gunnar scarfed down as many sweets as he could until one of the church lady food guards caught him. He knew he’d get the usual scolding you’d expect a granny to give a small boy for eating too many sweets. Keep in the mind, just because he was a twenty-nine-year-old adult married man, and an officer of the law, he was not exempt from the same rules as the children, nor the scolding.

    “I’m always glad to see you enjoying yourself here at my table,” teased Bonnie Geback, who, with her husband Jeff, owned the town bakery.

    Gunnar grinned back nervously trying to swallow the bite of cinnamon bun in his mouth.

    “Now, don’t go and choke on me! Land sakes alive,” cried Bonnie, patting Gunnar on the back. “I’m not going to report you to old Mrs. Lundquist, am I?” She giggled and leaned in to add, “I wouldn’t wish that old coot on even the worst people in town!” Then let out a bark-like laugh.

    “Are you bothering this young man, Bonnie?” asked her husband, Jeff. He leaned in to shake Gunnar’s hand. “How’s it going, there officer?”

    Gunnar had to put down his roll and wipe his hands first to shake Jeff’s mitt. “Oh, she’s just giving me the business about gobbling down her cinnamon rolls. ” In a lower voice, he added, “I never get any this good at home, mind you.” Realizing what he said he quickly added, “But Ohhhhhh! Don’t say anything to Peggy or worse, her Mom!”

    Jeff chuckled, knowing both women. “Oh we won’t,” he patted Gunnar on the back, “In fact, we encourage lousy home-baking. All the more business for us!” They all laughed at that, as Peggy approached.

    “What’s so funny?” she asked.

    Bonnie jumped in, “Oh I was sharing how I got sugar all over the place the other day when I was making my cinnamon rolls and then…” Bonnie grabbed onto Peggy’s arm and turned her away from the men and the table.

    Jeff smiled and shook his head saying, “Bonnie can manage any conversation in any direction she needs. It’s one of her gifts.”

    “Well it’s much appreciated,” replied Gunnar smiling back at Jeff.

    Jeff reached down for a piece of sour cream coffee cake, “I didn’t make this but I do have to say Mrs. Penthurst’s is the best in town.” Turning so his back was to the room, Jeff turned his head and asked Gunnar, “So what are you up to on this fine Sunday?”

    “Not sure yet. Peggy usually spends the day with her Mom so thankfully, I’m on my own. It’s too much for me to have to listen to them carry on all day. I don’t know how my father-in-law puts up with it.”

    Jeff chuckled and said, “He probably turns off his hearing aid.”

    Gunnar laughed, “I didn’t think of that. You’re probably right.” Taking a sip of coffee and another bite of his bun, he said with half a mouth full, “I like to hike along the river sometimes, maybe take a dip, if it’s warm. I keep it low key. It’s the only day I’ve got to myself. Otherwise, it’s work or checking off something else on Peggy’s list.”

    “Yeah, I know how that is. Bonnie’s list is years long. I don’t think I’ll ever get it done, but that’s the way it is, eh?” Jeff replied. He sipped more coffee. Making a face of disgust, he whispered, “You know this is really the worst crap.” He swallowed as Gunnar nodded in agreement. Getting back to the subject of what to do on a Sunday, he picked up the conversation with, “I enjoy a hike along the river too from time to time. You ever run into people along the way doing the same?”

    Gunnar raised his eyebrows and thought a moment, then answered, “No. Can’t say that I do. It’s just me.”

    “Well if you’d ever like some company some Sunday afternoon, you let me know. I like having someone to chat with, other than Bonnie.” This last bit he sneered.

    Gunnar laughed, knowing that long time marriages have their ups and downs.

    “Whoo-hoo, Gunner love!” Peggy was hollering across the room, waving her gloved hand at Gunnar.

    Gunnar’s head popped up from his conversation with Jeff. He hurried over to her. “Hiya sweety.”

    Peggy grabbed her husband’s arm with one hand and laid the other on his chest, rubbing it up and down his shirt-front. “Mommy and I are going over to Aunt Delia’s for tea. I’ll see you later at dinner, all right?”

    ‘You betcha,” Gunnar answered with a big smile.

    “Ok, then.” Peggy stood on her tiptoes and kissed Gunnar’s cheek. Then slid back to the ground. Noticing something, she hurriedly licked her finger and reached up to wipe off her lipstick stain on his cheek. She giggled as she did so and then waved goodbye, bending her fingers in a cutesy gesture.

    Gunnar turned away and, seeing Jeff had watched all that, he rolled his eyes. Jeff smirked back. Gunnar waved his goodbye to Jeff and headed to the side door to leave. He couldn’t wait to get away from all these church people.

    ***************

    Millside Creek, mid-afternoon, somewhere around 3:00 pm

    Gunnar had lived in Millside Falls for three years now but he was still learning all the farms and other properties, the paths dividing them, and the shortcuts from here to there. There were several cricks along the boundaries of people’s land. They were the easiest way to divide things up back in the day. He enjoyed hiking along their banks, seeing where they go, and enjoying the dappled sun through the trees.

    Today, he was hiking along a rather large crick, maybe too big to be called that, though the locals did anyway. He had taken off his shirt and was enjoying the sunshine on his skin. He was wearing only his swimming trunks. Unlike many, his trunks had longer legs which he liked because he could wear them around like shorts. The shorter swimsuits seemed too small and revealing to wear around except while you were actually swimming.

    As he climbed over some small rocks and through a copse of saplings growing along the river bank, he saw up ahead, a patch of sunshine from an opening in the trees. When he got a couple of hundred yards further along, he could see that the crick, now at its source, was flowing from a lake. Where the crick began, there was a sizable wetland with tall grasses, reaching up toward the sun.

    He decided to circumvent the marsh by heading further to one side and deeper into the darker woods. Immediately he noticed the calls of many birds and animals, probably squirrels and chipmunks, scurrying along under the tree leaves.

    He heard a loud crack, sounding like someone was walking nearby. He looked off to his left. A man was walking over there among the trees. Gunnar continued on, hearing more familiar sounds as he hiked. In another grove of trees, was another man who stood looking upward. Bird watching it seemed. Gunnar glanced up as well to see if there was anything he might be missing but saw nothing unusual.

    Gunnar could now see the sun glistening off deep blue water up ahead, so he headed in that direction. Every so often he would hear something and look, and there would be another hiker walking along through the woods. ‘This must be a popular spot,’ Gunnar thought, ‘I’ve never run into anyone else the whole time I’ve been hiking. I wonder what draws the hikers to this place?’

    Gunnar was now up to the bank of what he thought was a lake. It turns out, it really wasn’t, just a large wetland with a sizable amount of open water in the middle. He figured this was hardly the kind of place to take a swim and that was what he had hoped for. As the afternoon went along, it got warmer and a nice dip would feel great.

    He turned east away from the stream and the wetland to do some more exploring. He wasn’t sure where he was going anymore but he wasn’t concerned about getting lost. ‘I mean look at all the men around,’ he thought, ‘they’d help a guy out, eh?’

    Off to his right, he saw a tall man with grayish hair, leaning against a tree with his head down. ‘That looks like Jeff Geback. What a coincidence,’ Gunnar thought to himself.

    He started to walk in that direction but as he got closer there was some dense underbrush that he needed to circumvent so he took a path that curved even further to the right.

    The tree that he saw Jeff standing against was up ahead. Now, because of the detour, he was coming toward him from a totally different angle. This time he’d be coming from behind him. He didn’t want to scare him so he took his time and tried to be cautiously quiet.

    As he approached he could see Jeff’s elbow sticking out of the side of the tree. He recognized the blue pattern of his shirt from this morning at church. Getting closer still, there seemed to be a pant leg also sticking out, this time from the bottom of the tree. It was khaki-colored. ‘He must have at least changed his pants,’ thought Gunnar.

    There were another bit of scrub bushes to walk around, this time to the left. So Gunnar shifted direction one more time. As the path took him back toward the tree, he had a sideways view. When he took in the sight in front of him he stopped in his tracks and immediately squatted down, close to the ground.

    There, in front of him, was indeed Jeff Geback leaning up against a tree. At first, he thought he had light-colored pants on. Then he suddenly realized, down in front of him was another man. This man’s head was right up against Jeff’s groin area. Gunnar gasped as he realized Jeff wasn’t wearing light-colored pants. No, in fact, he had no pants on at all. Well, not really, because his pants were down around his ankles. And the man squatting in front of him had his head in Jeff’s crotch.

    Gunnar watched as the man’s head moved back and forth, back and forth. ‘Uff-da! My-ah!’ he exclaimed in his head. ‘Jeff’s got his… oh my god… in that man’s mouth!’

    Jeff slowly began to unbutton his shirt. When it was opened, he pushed the sides back revealing his chest to the sunlight. He tweaked his nipples, again and again, something Gunnar had never seen or done before. Then Jeff slid his hands up and down his chest, obviously giving himself some added pleasure.

    The other man pulled back and stroked Jeff vigorously, looking up into Jeff’s face. Jeff, in turn, arched his back making his cock emerge prominently from the man’s hand as it was stroked. Gunnar heard Jeff say something that he couldn’t quite understand. Then the man put his mouth back on Jeff’s cock and began sucking Jeff with more intensity.

    Gunnar continued to watch this intimate, private act between the two men. Part of him thought he should leave them to it and get out of there. But, though he didn’t want to admit it, he couldn’t take his eyes off them. He continued to stare taking it all in, not wanting to leave.

    He also realized that he himself was fully aroused. He opened the fly of his trunks to release himself from the confines of his shorts. He fondled himself, enjoying the vivid display the two men provided. He pulled on his dick and, in no time at all, he knew he was close to release.

    Louder noises were now coming from the trees ahead. When Gunnar looked up he knew. Jeff was releasing his seed into the other man’s mouth. He watched as Jeff stretched both arms wide and tensed his biceps, arching his back as he came. Gunnar could see those biceps jump as the release grew in strength. Then Jeff reached down to the man’s head and held him by his ears. Gunnar watched, mesmerized, as Jeff’s hips thrust back and forth clenching those massive thigh and butt muscles as he did so. It was really something to watch as his climax exploded with his own ecstasy.

    All of a sudden Gunnar realized his hand was soaking wet. He hadn’t realized how close he was to release while he watched the scene in front of him. Seed continued to squirt out of him as he continued stroking. He wasn’t sure what to do with all he’d spent into his hand. But rather than worry about that now, he looked up to see what was happening now. The crouching man stood pulling up his khakis as he did so. It seemed they were making small talk now that it was over. Jeff didn’t make a move. He stood chatting animatedly with the guy that just gave him a blowjob. Hands on his hips, pants still around his ankles, spent cock hanging, though it sure hadn’t deflated any yet. That thick, semi-erect cock arched forward, away from Jeff’s body. It looked like it could go again with a bit more stimulation.

    Gunnar’s first thought was, ‘Man, what stamina!’ Then he realized something even more astounding, ‘If he’s that big from this distance and he’s already done the deed, that guy is huge!’ Looking over his shoulder and all around him, Gunnar had to see if anyone else was playing voyeur like he was.  Not seeing any other men close by, Gunner packed himself away and stood. He strolled back toward the marshy area hoping to wash off his hands.

    ‘I wonder,’ Gunnar thought as he headed back the way he came, ‘is this the kind of hike Jeff takes on Sundays?’ He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. ‘Maybe I need to see if he’s up for some company some time.’ With that thought, Gunnar’s prick rose once more, constricting his crotch to the point of discomfort. He walked into the dense growth of trees he passed earlier and relieved his tension.

  • Basement Locker Room

    Late night at the gym. Brutal chest workout. Empty basement locker room. Strip down to my jock. The smell, the grime, the masculinity making me so fucking horny. Cock leaking pre-cum. Stop at the old long urinal trough to take a piss on my way to the shower. God I’m getting hard. Let my dick hang loose and run my hands over my chest, flexing and feeling the muscle fibers ripple under my skin. Then down over my abs. Not gonna lie, I turn myself on. Fucking hard work at the gym pays off.

    Still pissing, I run my hand back over my sweaty ass and reach down to my hole. Damn it’s ripe down there, so much ass sweat. Tap my hole a few times and slide my middle finger up inside using all that sweat as lube. Let out a low gasp as my hole opens up. Shake off the last of the piss and squat to get my finger in just a bit farther. I’ve lost myself in desire when I feel a hot breath on my back. FUCK. I thought I was the only one down here.

    A huge piece of meat slap against my lower back. Strong hands grab my arms from behind. “Don’t let me stop you” he says. I can feel his heavy cock getting harder against me. His finger slides down my ass and joins mine. He pushes inside and my back arches, my hole pointing back towards him. Fuck I’m so damn hard. He’s reaching deeper, stretching my hole around the edges. He can feel me relax, my ass begging for more and I reach my free hand over the trough to the wall and bend over. Don’t know who’s behind me, but he’s big and sweaty. And shredded. And this is so fucking hot.

    Pulling out of my ass, he grabs my hips and grinds his cock up in my crack a few times. So fucking wet. I feel the base of his shaft and then his balls against my ass pushing hard against me. His body weight overpowering me. I’m about to collapse into the trough. So much fucking force in that cock. So much desire. He spits on his dick for some more lube and I feel it run between my cheeks, pass my begging hole, and begin to slide down my inner thigh.

    My feet leave the ground. Lift off those stained yellow floor tiles, and then drop onto the ridge of the trough. I think, how much piss is on here? when I see a thick powerful stream shoot from between my legs into the urinal. So much pressure it splatters back onto my feet. Steam rises up between my legs and his face plants firmly on my fuck hole. FUCK! I feel his tongue push inside, reaching deep, his hands pulling my hips hard back against him. He’d shove his whole head up my ass if he could. His cock is still swinging free, pissing all over uncontrollably, as he constantly adjusts his thick legs, getting a better angle on my hole.

    Finally the piss stops—not that he even noticed—and his cock is pointing straight up at me. A fucking baseball bat. Uncut. Nine inches at least. Heavy and thick as a coke can towards the top. Bobbing back and forth as he sucks deeper and deeper in my hole. It’s wet with his piss and precum. Delicious.

    He turns me around, ignores my raging boner in his face, and pulls me down from the urinal ledge. FUCK. New trainer. Must be late 20s. 6’4”. Easily 220/230, maybe more. Jacked, stacked, shredded. Shoulders wider than a bus. Waist as tight as I’ve ever seen. Legs as thick as tree trunks. Sweat running off his chest. And that veiny cock, standing on its own, impatient for what’s next.

    “The fuck you lookin at bitch.” I give him a nasty grin, grab his shoulders, and jump on him, wrapping my legs around his waist and trapping his cock between his perfectly cut abs and my hole. Grinding on his cock and locking onto his eyes. Daring him to fucking take me. He grinds on me a few more times—my own cock slapping up against his full round chest—before throwing my ass down on the urinal edge again. I feel the cold porcelain up against my tender asshole and imagine this same scene, but with 20 naked dudes lined up at the trough pissing together. I’d fucking take all of their loads.

    Lifting my legs up onto his shoulders, he wets a few fingers in his mouth, slides them down into my shaved hole, and lines up that glorious cock. Fingers out, I feel the head press against my fuck hole, my shit hole, my rosebud, and he drops a thick glob of spit down onto it. I see his abs and his chest flex as he starts to push. I feel the pressure on my hole all the way up to my throat. A shiver runs through my body as the tip of his head pushes in. He grabs my shoulders and braces his legs for a second push. FUCK! My fucking breath is gone. I feel my hole open like never before. FUCK. He’s so fucking thick, and he’s only an inch in. Keep the pressure on my hole dude. My ass starts to suck him in. I feel my hole loosening as he pushes—he fucking wants it, and I’m desperate for him now. I open up for him and at the same time he takes control of my whole fucking body.

    My hole is totally at his mercy. And he’s got none. I see the greed in his eyes. I see his body tense with desire. I feel his cock throb deep inside my hole, deep into my rectum. I’ve lost all control of my hole—that pussy is wide open—I’ve lost all control of my actions. All I can think about is sucking cock with my ass, taking this man’s seed, taking his confidence, his power, his force up my hole.

    He starts to pump my hole, slowly at first, pulling the thick head out to my sphincter to stretch it out and then shoving it back in, hitting me deeper each time. Grunting with each thrust. Cum leaks out of my cock every time he punches my prostate. I think he could not possibly go farther when he slams his pelvis flat up against my hole and it feels like he’s fucking hit the bottom of my lungs. I let out a loud moan. He holds it in for a second. Pulsing his dick inside me. Then does it again. And again. Flesh slapping flesh. I feel the heft of my own pecs bounce up and down as he fucks his entire weight up my hole.

    I can’t even brace myself anymore, I’m slipping down into the urinal, onto what’s left of our hot piss. My ass feels like it’s been torn wide open. Gaping. Sloppy. Slutty. He’s fucked me down into the trough, my ass pointed straight up, and he pulls out, straining my hole again with his head. My wide dark fuck hole looking right at him, puckering, trying to close. I have no control, no feeling. He shoves his tongue inside and eats me. Tastes me. Tastes my anus. My shitter. I see my ass sweat all over his face when he comes up for air, but only for a second before he pulls me up, flips me around and rams his cock back in from behind.

    Bracing myself on the stained urinal I take his cock again, hitting me in new places inside. I feel like I need to shit. I feel like I need to throw up. I feel like I need to piss or cum. But aside from my dick still leaking precum, my body won’t do anything but take more dick up my ass. FUCK! This young dumb trainer is in fucking control. Inside and out. I’m his fucking bitch.

    He’s picking up his speed, pumping me harder and harder. Pulling me harder and harder against him. My ass has got to be bright red from the violent impacts. He’s a fucking machine, drilling me with only one goal in mind: Breeding me. Owning me. Conquering me. Dominating me. Overpowering me. Balls deep up my fuck hole and he’s still forcing himself deeper, grinding the base of his shaft hard onto my rim. He’s getting louder, deep animal groans and I know he’s close, I can feel how bad he wants it.

    Never have I been fucked so hard in my entire life, or felt so much power. As he gets closer to cumming, I feel my feet leave the floor for a second time and my hands let go of the trough, as he arches his back and lifts me up by the hips. I’m totally airborne and my body loses its last shred of control. His unbelievable strength pushes me over the edge as he lifts my ass up and brutally slams it back down on his cock. I feel my body shake as it’s preparing to release it’s load. And as he fucking slams my hole down onto his cock over and over, I reach back, grab his massive shoulders with both hands and let my cock erupt with massive shots of cum. Thick globs of semen fly all over, shot after shot, my cock exploding as my ass continues to receive it’s abusive punishment.

    The grunting behind me gets deeper. The thrusts get harder. His body is so tense. His abs are so fucking tight. I feel a ripple go through his body as he lets out a huge moan and slams my ass down onto his cock one last time, holds it tight up against himself, as deep as he can fucking go, but still pushing harder. Letting out a deep guttural yell, his body convulses and his balls unload gallon after gallon of seed in my ass. His thrusts have been replaced with rhythmic grunts matching his pulsing cock inside me. I feel the hot load erupt against my ruined insides, filling every crevice with hot man-seed.

    The thrusting begins again and his cock tries to crawl even deeper in, squeezing out every ounce of cum. My sloppy hole let’s his seed drain out between my destroyed rim and his thick rod, I can feel the hot cum smeared all around my hole and slide down my leg. I’m out of breath, I’m completely empty, I’m collapsing, but I’m still airborne, held up only by his dick, still hard in my ass.

    Slowly he stands up straight again and my feet touch the ground. They land on sticky puddles of cum, mine or his we’ll never know. He bends me over, presses on my lower back and begins to pull his cock out, glistening in white semen. I moan once more as the head passes my sphincter, but my pussy is left wide open after he’s out, my rim quivering trying to close, streams of seed running out over my balls and dripping down to the floor.

    He sits me up, my bare open hole suctioned onto the stained floor tiles, a new puddle of cum spreading from my ass as gravity pulls out more of his seed. How much cum did he fucking unload in me?!? He grabs my chin and slaps his semi against my face. “Clean it bitch.” I take the cock in my mouth. FUCK. I’ve been lusting for this from the beginning. So meaty. So veiny. I taste his sweet and salty cum. I taste my acrid ass. I taste sweat, desire, dominance. I taste his alpha core. It all globs up in my throat as I try to suck it down.

    Sliding his fat cock out, he pushes my forehead back and I collapse back onto the cold tiles. I’m sticky everywhere. Covered in cum and ass. Smeared all over my face, leaking out of my open fuck hole.

    I hear water turn on from the open shower room and from the stairs up to the weight room I hear, “Bro, you down there?” “Yeah, dude. You’re not gonna believe what I found. You gotta get a piece of this, bro!” I open my eyes and see two massive legs standing above me, with a thick dick swinging between. I’m totally dead, but my cock starts to stand up again. Such a fucking whore.

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  • A Reason To Come Home

    I’ve written several seasons’ worth of Christmas-themed stories for Nifty and Tumblr, so with the festive season starting up, I figured you guys here on GayDemon might enjoy reading a selection of them too. Here’s the first of quite a few…

    “What do you mean, you’re not coming home?” Dad said down the line. In the background, I could hear PJ saying, “He what?”

    What was I supposed to tell them? That I’d rather spend the holiday here on campus, pretty much on my own, because… That the reason I’d moved all the way to the other side of the country to go to school wasn’t for the damn baseball program, but… That it wasn’t that I didn’t love them, or want to see them, I just…

    Fuck, man. I knew this was gonna be a problem. I knew as soon as I left the house back in August to head to college, that I couldn’t come back. Not for awhile, anyway. Not ‘til I’d sorted out the shit in my head. You try having two Dads. It’s a lot to deal with. Especially when you think you might have gotten the gene too. That you’re gay like them.

    And then, throw into the mix the fact that your two gay dads are fucking hot, and that your possibly-gay ass has a big definitely-gay bone for them. Your own parents. That since you were a kid, and then even more so once you hit puberty, you’ve been crushing on the men who created you, raised you, gave you an amazing upbringing. I thought it might be a phase, some kind of weird psychological thing about having two fathers. But even now, at 18, my hardon for my fathers was just as intense as ever. Even more so, actually.

    Like, when I lost my cherry to Sarah Pollard back when I was 16, the one thing keeping my cock hard was the fantasy highlight reel playing out inside my head. Images of me and my dads, naked, doing what I’d rather be doing with them. Yeah, I got off, and hard. She did too, and that was something to be proud of, I guess. But I felt all weird inside afterwards, the same way I did after every single jackoff session. Because for all my hot buddies, my sexy coaches, the studly dudes on Tumblr or Instagram, the two I kept circling back to were my own fathers.

    Maybe what made it worse was that I was literally their son – not adopted or fostered or whatever. Dad and Papa Joe – PJ – had gone to all the trouble and expense of finding a surrogate to carry their sperm. They hadn’t told me in so many words, but I had the idea they’d mixed both theirs up – and fuck, the cum I shot imagining that, Jesus – and rolled the genetic dice to see who came out on top. So to speak. I was pretty clearly Dad’s – I had his frame and most of his features, and I was kind of a baseball stud like he’d been in college – but I felt just as connected to PJ, too. Which was part of the problem.

    Years and years of hearing them fucking – trying to be quiet, but still, I’d be there outside their closed bedroom door, hand in my undies, beating furiously on my hard young dick as I listened to my fathers make each other cum. And then the cherry on top of that was hearing Dad call PJ “Dad” in bed, and hearing PJ call him “Son” right back, and that’s when I knew everything was fucked and that life with my fathers was going to be a problem for me.

    So, I’d decided not to go home for the holidays. Couldn’t deal, right now. Needed space. I still loved them – in the non-pervy way, I mean – and I knew it was gonna be tough for all of us, but I just didn’t think I could handle a couple of weeks back in my boyhood bed, trying not to listen to them fucking, trying not to imagine their hairy, muscular bodies writhing together, their tongues exploring each other, whispering pervy fantasy roleplay talk – fuck. Now I was hard again.

    We argued about it, PJ getting on the extension in their bedroom to push their case, but I guess even if I didn’t maybe have his DNA, I sure had his bullheadedness. After a half-hour of going back and forth, I could hear the defeat in Dad’s voice – defeat and sadness, too, which made me feel like the worst person in the world. Definitely the worst son. If they only knew how well that title fit me…

    “Your Dad’s pretty hurt, buddy,” PJ said the next day. I’d meant to decline his call, but I’d sucked it up and answered.

    “I know, and I’m sorry, I hate it, PJ,” I said lamely. “But I can’t. It’s hard to explain. I just…”

    “I think I get it, Scotty,” PJ said. “The reason you don’t want to… can’t come home. To us. Why you wanted to go to school all the way out there, instead of closer to home.”

    “I…” I said, then petered out, my throat all dry. PJ was older than Dad, smart as hell, and you could never pull any shit over on him. It’s why he made such a kickass lawyer. He could read just about anybody like a book, and it seemed like he could read me especially well.

    “You don’t have to say anything, son,” he said. “I get it. You’re like us, aren’t you, bud? And that scares you, doesn’t it?”

    I guess my silence told him the answer. I didn’t have the words.

    “Do we scare you, son? Is that it?”

    “No,” I said weakly. “Yes. No. It’s not you guys. I love you both. It’s… it’s me. I scare myself. And I dunno how to say it. But like… that’s why I can’t be around you guys right now. For awhile, maybe. Because I’m scared of myself, around you. I feel like… something’s fucked up in my head, PJ. Like I’m not right. Broken, or something. Wrong. And I gotta figure that out, before I can come home again. Do you understand that?”

    I was crying now. Trying to keep it quiet, but there I was, curled up on my dorm room bed, tears rolling down my face, my guts in knots. I was a fucking mess.

    “I understand, Scotty,” he said, a little catch in his voice too. “We understand. Your Dad will, anyway. Just know that we love you, no matter what, no matter who you are or how you feel. Nothing trumps that, OK buddy?”

    “OK, Dad,” I said quietly. I rarely called him ‘Dad’ – too confusing, with two of them. ‘PJ’ was easier, and he liked it. But I knew he liked being called ‘Dad’ too.

    We talked a little more about general bullshit, and I still didn’t feel great about everything when we hung up, but I knew they didn’t hate me, at least. And they knew I didn’t hate them, either. Now I could focus on… I don’t know, something. Getting better. Maybe go find a counselor to talk to on campus.

    And then I got the e-mail from them two days later, and everything changed.

    “Come home, son. We understand. We’ve talked about it, a lot – for longer than you think. We think family should be together, no matter what. So please, come home.

    Love always, your Dads.”

    There was an e-ticket back to DC, business class. And a .jpeg attachment. Dad and PJ, Dad in pale blue boxer briefs, PJ in designer trunks in nearly the same shade of baby blue. Big, muscled, hairy, in spectacular shape for two middle-aged men. My fathers. Big bulges in their underwear, nearly naked, showing me something. Not just their hot bodies – more than that. Showing me them. Welcoming me. Telling me they understood. An invitation, in more ways than one. I might have been a big jock and all, but I wasn’t stupid. I got it immediately, on a gut level.

    I stroked out a hard, intense, moaning load all over my abs and chest, phone in my left hand, cock in my right, staring at that picture. The latest in years’ worth of loads I’d shot for my Dads. Maybe the biggest, most intense one yet. And then I packed my bags.

    My cock cycled between full hardness and a semi for most of the plane ride, but my stomach was all in knots when I walked through security at Dulles and saw them waiting there for me. Big, handsome, smiling at me. I blushed and smiled back, feeling my guts unknot a little and a warm tingle replace that. No matter what, I loved these men, my family. It was a little awkward when they stretched their arms out and I hesitated, but I got over myself and let them embrace me, before embracing them right back. Dad was always the real hugger of the family, and he squeezed me tight with his big ex-jock’s arms, as PJ’s big hand patted between my shoulder blades, then slid up to squeeze my shoulder.

    “So damn glad you came home, buddy,” Dad said with a catch in his voice.

    “Welcome home, son,” PJ said, his deep voice sending that old familiar shiver through my insides, as I surrendered to their warmth and just tried not to cry. And tried not to throw another bone in my jeans right there in Arrivals.

    It was awkward there for awhile. There was something unspoken in the air between us, something we all knew but hadn’t really said aloud. And what PJ had said in the e-mail – that they’d been talking about my problem for longer than I’d known – kept ringing in my mind. The house was full of a kind of tension, and when PJ poured a bourbon for him and Dad, and then one for me, before they sat down on the big leather couch, PJ patting the empty seat between them, I felt that knot in my guts retighten. But I went over and sat, and tried not to be all rigid with nerves. It took a while for the conversation to start flowing, but PJ used his pro lawyer’s skills to get us going, and by the time he’d poured a second drink – smaller for me, I noticed – we were talking like men do. Like family. Like we’d always done, really.

    “We know it’s not an easy thing, having two dads,” he said. “You put up with a lot of shit over the years. We worried about you, a lot.”

    “But you came through it like a champ, buddy,” Dad went on. “We wondered who you might grow up to be, of course. But we knew you’d be OK. Because you’re our boy.”

    I ducked my head, blushing at the bourbon and the warmth of the fire and the compliments.

    “Me and your Dad, we take family seriously,” PJ continued. “And I think maybe you understand that for him and me, family has… well, a deeper meaning.”

    “Stronger,” Dad put in. “Bigger.”

    I nodded, looking from one to the other almost shyly. Working up my courage.

    “I know you guys are… like… when you’re together, that you, uh… you play some things out…” I eventually managed, blushing twice as hard.

    “You could say that, son,” PJ said easily, and I felt his hand graze the back of my neck, along the top of the couch. “It’s not easy for some to understand. Not a conversation we ever imagined having with you.”

    “But it’s not really play, Scotty,” Dad said, setting his hand on my knee in his I-am-really-talking-to-you-seriously-now way. “What me and PJ are together, when we’re together – that’s who we are to each other. Who we’ve always been, even before you came along.”

    “Dad and son, you mean,” I blurted. “Not just husbands. You’re that to each other too.”

    “It’s hard to explain, buddy…” Dad started, but I shook my head and downed the rest of my drink, warm fire flowing through my insides, helping loosen all the knots.

    “No, not to me, it isn’t,” I said. Sensed them waiting quietly for me to speak my mind. Not pushing.

    “I get it, Dads,” I said after a second. “Because… I think I’m like that too. Like you guys. You made me, after all. And I think I’m just like you.”

    “How so, son?” PJ said gently, coaxingly.

    “Because I need to be with my Dad too,” I said, eyes prickling with tears – embarrassed, but glad to finally say it out loud. “My Dads. I want to be with you guys. Your son, sure. But… like Dad is your son, PJ. That part of it too. All of it.”

    I looked at them. They looked at me. PJ was smiling, Dad’s eyes shiny with tears – damn, I was so much like him – but smiling too. One paternal hand squeezing the back of my neck gently, encouragingly, while the other did the same on my knee.

    “Would you guys, like… want me like that, too? Want me to be part of this thing you got?”

    PJ looked at Dad, a moment of silent partner communication between them. Then back to me, smiling.

    “We talked about it, son,” he said. “Never really thought you’d be wired that way. Into that. But I suppose we had an inkling…”

    “Like when our shorts kept turning up under your bed, all crusty,” Dad said with a warm chuckle, and I halfway cringed, until his big ex-ballplayer hand squeeze-stroked my leg.

    “Among other things,” PJ chuckled, then subtly shifted in closer to me. On the other side of me, I felt Dad doing the same. “But it’s a big thing to admit, son. Even bigger to imagine.”

    “And we did imagine, buddy,” Dad said, his hand slow stroking, setting my cock to a quick rise in my jeans. “Often.”

    “Yeah?” I said huskily, looking at him, his handsome face full of paternal love for me, that familiar mix of humor and tenderness and warmth, and now something else in the mix too. Kind of intent, and heated. He nodded.

    “Yeah, son,” he said, as PJ’s forearm slipped round my neck, his big hand rubbing my pec slowly, warmly. “You have no idea. But then, maybe you do. Probably not as much as you imagined us like that. But it was just a fantasy, buddy. Harmless. Beautiful, but just an idea.”

    “This is reality now though, son,” PJ said, his lips closer to my ear than before, his hand doing that maddening, stimulating circular stroke on my pec. “It’s different. Bigger. Could change everything.”

    I looked at him, that same mix of tenderness and heat in his eyes as Dad’s.

    “But everything now is broken, Dads,” I said. “In me, anyway. I’m fuckin’ miserable. Because I love you guys, and lately I think I love you too much, and how is that even possible? But that’s how I feel. And I hate it. And I can’t be like that anymore. Something has to change.”

    “You know that no matter what happens – now, tonight, whenever – we love you, right buddy?” Dad said, his hand moving steadily further up my inner thigh, feeling the thickness of the muscles there, big strong thighs like his. My heart was beating harder, my cock pulsing in time with it, and I could feel the slow spreading wetness inside my boxer briefs.

    “And nothing has to happen at all, son,” PJ said.

    “No,” I said, surprising myself with the force of it. “The first time I heard you guys being like that together – being dad and son in bed – I was… jealous. And I knew right then, as wrong as it was – it felt right to me. I wanted it. Wanted to be part of that with you. Have you as my dads that way too. And when you sent me that picture, that told me that maybe you wanted me to be part of it with you too. So tell me if you do. Otherwise I’ll go back to Oregon.”

    “No, son,” PJ said. “We’re spending the holiday together.”

    “And were doing it as family, buddy,” Dad said, and like they’d planned it, they both leaned in close to me. I felt PJ’s lips touch mine, and Dad’s on the side of my neck, their hands moving deeper on my body, and I moaned and shivered and damn near came in my underwear.

    From that point, it was easy. Beautiful. Intense. I started to kiss PJ back, my own father, kissing him like I’d imagined doing since I was a boy and spying on him and Dad kissing as lovers. And just as my head was adjusting to that reality, there was Dad on the other side of me, and I was turning to kiss him too, moaning in reply to his grunt as his tongue found mine, and PJ’s lips caressed the other side of my neck.

    We moaned and shifted in tighter together on the couch, the fire crackling in the background as we bonded tighter, deeper, hands caressing, lips traveling, tongues exchanging soft and wet and deep. It was a fucking trip, and I could have died happily right there and then – but when my Dads slowly pulled away from me and stood, each with a hand outstretched to me, and with big, hard bulges in their jeans for me, I knew the trip was just beginning.

    They each took me by the hand and led me to their bedroom, their king-size bed like an altar in the temple. I found myself surrounded by man, by my fathers, as their hands worked my belt undone and my shirt off, my own hands fumbling with their clothes as they chuckled against my lips and my neck and helped me undress them, until the three of us stood in our underwear, raging hard for one another. 

    I was tentative as I reached out to touch the fur that carpeted their strong, mature bodies, until they took my hands in theirs and guided them more firmly to their bodies, encouraging me to explore. I felt that deep mix of awe, love and lust swell inside of me, the same complex stew of emotions I’d felt since I was a boy, in total awe of my handsome, muscular fathers. But free to explore them now, not inhibited anymore, allowed to touch and taste and lick. I realized that it must have been the same for them, as it took the three of us a few awkward moments to get into the groove of it. But then we clicked together, the touches growing bolder, longer, as we swapped tongues and touches and grunts and whispers.

    “Got our boy with us at last, Dad,” Dad moaned to PJ, and the two of them kissed, slow and deep and wet and noisy in front of me as I gaped at them, throbbing hard in my shorts.

    “Damn right, son,” PJ said. “Both my beautiful boys, finally. Like we were meant to be.”

    Fuck. It was like they were hardwired into my brain or something, knowing just how to talk to me, just what to say to inflame me even more. I growled hungrily and kissed them both, taking turns exploring the textures of their mouths, tasting their spit, feeling the crisp warmth of their fur on the smoothness of my younger skin. My heart was racing, my head spinning, and I’d never been happier in my life.

    It was amazing to look down the length of my body at them as my fathers knelt at my feet, hands caressing the strong muscles of my baseball player’s thighs, kissing and licking, inhaling my scent, working their way up my quads to the muscles of my stomach, all but ignoring the throbbing length of my son cock between their handsome faces. They smiled at each other, then up at me, and then slowly ran their tongues up the length of my cock, making me grunt and moan and clutch the backs of their heads as they licked their way to the pulsing tip of my cock, and then into another searing kiss with my head between them. 

    First PJ, then Dad took turns wrapping their lips and tongues around the tip of me, then slowly sucking me down. Decades of combined experience with men between them, and it showed in the way they took turns slowly sucking me to the brink, before backing off to allow the other his turn at me. Something about watching each of my fathers slurp up his husband’s spit from my son cock drove me slowly nuts inside, and their wandering hands exploring my thighs and the strong muscles of my ass only intensified it all.

    They seemed to know just when to back off, and eventually they rose to their feet, kissing each other before pulling me into them to kiss me at the same time, three family tongues exploring and wrestling, dancing really, sharing the taste of my cock and precum with me. I didn’t need to be told or guided – I sank to my knees before them, in awe, exploring their hard-muscled thighs as they moaned encouragement at me, their faces beaming with pride, love and lust as I took each of their big paternal cocks in hand and stroked bubbles of precum slowly from their tips.

    “We love you, son,” PJ said, as Dad ruffled my hair affectionately.

    “And I love you too, Dads,” I murmured, then set to work.

    I licked up and down the length of them, fulfilling just one of the millions of fantasies I’d had about them since my young cock started getting hard all on its own. Savored the rich, mineral taste of them, comparing and contrasting the subtle differences. I had a little bit of experience sucking cock, not too much, but I was very eager to do right by them, so I replayed in my mind all the porn I’d seen, the way girls had sucked on my cock back in high school, the way I’d watched girls do my buds at team parties this past semester. Most of all, the way I’d spied on Dad working PJ’s big cock over once or twice. And then, even though my jaw was starting to ache, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, pushed the wet, leaking heads of their dad cocks together, and crammed both of them into my mouth at the same time. I couldn’t really do any more than that – they were too big, and I was too inexperienced yet – but their deep, lusty moans told me how hard it was hitting them, seeing their son try to take both of their big cocks on at the same time.

    My dads let me work them over a little longer, and then pulled me slowly to my feet, surrounding me with their bodies as they kissed me, probing my mouth, searching my hard-muscled body with their warm, experienced hands, guiding me slowly down onto their bed. Their paternal bed. The focal point of many of my fantasies over the years. It all seemed so unreal, like the ultimate dream, but the feeling of their mouths, tongues, fingers and hands exploring my body was very much real.

    “We have two weeks together, son,” PJ said as they slid up beside me, Dad suckling on one of my stiff nips, making me moan and squirm as PJ toyed expertly with the other, then ran his hand down the muscles of my stomach to slowly fist my cock. “We don’t have to do everything tonight. We can take our time.”

    “We should take our time,” Dad said, as he and PJ switched off, PJ nursing deeply on my pec as Dad played with the other one, rubbing his spit into my warm skin. “Don’t know how much you’ve done, buddy…”

    “Not much,” I moaned. “Haven’t been fucked. But I want to. Want you guys to break me in. Take my cherries. Like Dads should do for their sons.”

    PJ growled at that, came up to kiss me hard, then Dad.

    “Trust me, we very much want that, son,” he rumbled. “And we will. It’s only right. So tonight… let me and your Dad show you how we’ll do you, son. Just kick back and watch.”

    “You know… like you used to when you’d spy on us, bud,” Dad said with a mischievous grin and a wink. I blushed hard, because I sure as hell had, and even naked with my fathers now, their hands playing with my hard cock as their own raging erections thrust against the muscles of my thighs, I was still embarrassed to finally get busted on it.

    “Don’t worry, bud,” PJ said. “It was hot, knowing you were that into us. Made us cum, knowing you were there, observing.”

    “And didn’t make us feel so bad for stroking out our own loads, listening to you jack off afterwards, kiddo,” Dad chuckled.

    Jesus Christ, so much I’d never known, even while I was imagining all of it. But it was incredible to watch PJ lube Dad’s hairy ex-jock hole up, first with his tongue, then lube-slicked fingers, watching their intense sensual bond up close and personal.

    “Fuck me, Dad,” Dad moaned up to his husband, and the fire in PJ’s eyes was memorable. Even after twenty-some years together, they still had an intense sexual connection.

    “Yes, son,” PJ said. “First you… then our boy. Show him how we do it. How family does it.”

    “Oh fuck, Dad,” Dad moaned, head dropping back onto the covers as PJ slid the bare length of his big cock up inside him. I watched them, trying not to make myself cum at the incredible display, their hard-honed mature bodies glazed with sweat beneath their fur, big, hard muscles flexing, bulging, shifting as PJ thrust his length up inside of Dad. My fathers, mating. For me, this time. For real. Talking incestuously dirty not just for each other, but for me too now.

    I couldn’t help but shift closer, stroking and exploring their bodies as they put on a masterclass in mansex for me, for their son. I touched, tasted, kissed, added my own encouraging, lusty young voice to theirs. Egged them on with my fantasies, the things I’d watched them do, and imagined them doing. Making them growl and rut and fuck harder, deeper.

    “Wait til you feel our Dad inside of you, Scotty,” Dad moaned. “I can’t wait to help him take your cherry, son.”

    “Aw Dad,” I panted between tongue-dipping kisses. “I can’t wait to feel your big cock in me too. Breeding me. Shooting the cum you made me with.”

    “Oh fuck, you’re our boy alright,” PJ growled, doubletiming Dad’s ass.

    “Every bit, Daddy,” I panted, reaching up to kiss him. “Every damn bit, sir.”

    “FUCK!” he hollered, and from the way he thrust up hard inside Dad’s ass, his big mature muscles flexing up hard all over, I knew he was breeding him.

    “Aww yeah, knock me up, Dad!” Dad yelled, and when I reached over and took his throbbing paternal hardon in my paw and stroked it, it only took two or three precum-slicked pumps to get him firing off, shooting thick wads of father cum into the dirty blond fur all over his hard-muscled torso, streaks of cum mixing in with the streaks of grey in his manfur.

    They were both doused in sweat, chests heaving as they watched me lick the hot, salty cum from my fist. The cum that had made me. Hearing my happy growl, seeing my fist working on my own cock, they moved with surprising quickness. PJ’s cock was rubbery and slick and still dripping as it broke free from Dad’s ass. The two of them scrambled up to me, pushing me onto my back on the big bed, sliding stickily up along ether side of me, caressing and nuzzling and kissing me as I stroked my hard young son cock.

    “Cum for your Dads, son,” PJ urged, his eyes locked on mine.

    “Show us that Benson load, buddy,” Dad panted, tweaking my nips. “Shoot your seed for your fathers.”

    “Fuck yeah, shoot for your Dads, buddy,” PJ continued. “Show us you’re one of us.”

    “Ready to be with us all the way, son,” Dad grinned, snaking his tongue into my mouth as PJ moved to join him in kissing me.

    That did me in. I moaned and growled and lifted my ass up off the mattress, young muscles flexing hard as my balls churned and worked and started to unload, my cock firing off round after round of thick, sticky son cum, all over my body and my fathers’ working hands. I kept shooting, close to a dozen shots, unable to process the insane hotness of seeing my fathers coat their hands with my cum and feed each other with it, and then lean in to swap more of it in an intense paternal cumkiss.

    “Glad you decided to come home now, son?” Dad said a little bit later, while I caught my breath.

    “Jesus,” was all I could muster, grinning sweatily at them. Still processing all this, but liking it a lot.

    “Well, he is the reason for the season, fellas,” PJ said, and at that, we all bust out laughing.

    “No, you guys are. Family is,” I said after a minute. “Our family.”

    “Damn right, bud,” Dad said, PJ’s big arms snaking around us both. Me and Dad squirmed around on either side of him and hugged him tightly, the three of us becoming one. It was a real moment, and I don’t think I’d ever been happier. All the warm satisfaction and love I remembered from being a kid, all mixed up with this new level of intensity.

    “So… I know we’ve got a couple weeks and all,” I finally said. “But when can we get started on you guys fucking me… and vice versa?

    ”“Fuck, you are most definitely our son,” PJ laughed

    “Damn right I am, Dads,” I said, leaning in to kiss each of them. “And proud of it.”

    The End

    (Copyright A4F Tales 2020)

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  • Rape

    “Drop ‘em,” Mark burst in through the kitchen door.

    “Huh?” I turned, surprised, from the counter where I was chopping tomatoes and lettuce, preparing a salad.

    “Drop your fucking shorts,” Mark shouted as he fumbled with his jeans buttons. I could see the outline of a huge erection in his crotch.

    “What the …?” I stood facing my lover, frozen, like a rabbit caught by headlights in the middle of the road.

    It took Mark two strides to reach me, his jeans already around his thighs, as he pulled down his briefs, exposing his big cock, fully erect and dripping.

    He slapped me across the face, hard.

    “Drop you shorts, you FUCK!” he screamed at me. I could detect the smell of sweat and perhaps beer. This smell had always made me horny for Mark, but now I was apprehensive.

    Mark and I had been together for two months now. He had moved in with me after a weekend of lovemaking which followed an introduction in a local bar. We were a formidable couple. No one would have taken us for a gay couple. Both of us are of masculine build although Mark is more macho-looking than me. I am not a sissy-looking guy either. We both sport light beards and the tattoos on Mark’s left side of his neck accentuated his manliness look.

    The pattern of our relationship revolved around love-making, a lot of kissing and groping and such. This usually was followed by slow cock sucking, each trying to pleasure the other. Then Mark would rim me and as soon as I was wet and ready, he would fuck me, slow and long, evolving into hard and deep pounding, culminating in wild orgasms. There were a few variations to this pattern, of course, but the outline of events was basically the same. With an 8-inch thick cock, Mark always made sure that I was ready to take him into me before he ever entered my tight ass.

    “BITCH,” Mark slapped my face again, bringing me back from my surprised stupor. I couldn’t fathom what kind of look he had, but, as if in a dream, in slow motion, my face cheeks stinging from the slaps, I turned around, pulling my shorts down to my knees and bending over the counter.

    Mark penetrated me dry, forcefully, mercilessly.

    I cried out as the pain of forced penetration seared my body. Mark immediately wrapped his strong hand around my face, covering my mouth, as he rammed viciously into me, slapping my butt brutally. My knees went weak and I had to support myself onto the counter. This was not fucking. This was rape. I tried to say something, but all that came out of my mouth were muffled sounds behind Mark’s strong hold.

    A minute later, I felt Mark freeze and explode inside me. I was almost suffocated, on the verge of losing consciousness. My head swam. My ass was on fire. Mark’s hand was still clamped onto my mouth, making it hard to breathe. But worst of all was my failure to understand what the fuck was going on. Why had Mark just raped me? I loved him, with passion. I also was fairly sure he loved me. But this? In my own kitchen? Violated over my kitchen counter by my lover? My mind reeled, tears streaming down my face cheeks, shame and anger and anxiety mixed in my heart.

    I remained in the bent-over position after Mark pulled out of my ass and removed his hand from my mouth. Taking quick breaths, feeling the tears on my face, I just froze in my position, my ass bare and stuck out. Cum was seeping out of my hole and I faintly registered the pinkish, creamy drops hitting the floor as my eyes focused down between my spread legs. Mark’s cum was apparently mixed with some blood as he had torn my ass apart.

    I couldn’t move. I knew that I must have looked ridiculous with my ass bare and up in the air, fully exposed… raped!

    “Baby? Steve?”

    I heard Mark as if he were miles away. My mind was trying to register what had taken place in the past five minutes or so, but for me it felt like ages of torture.

    “Steve?”

    I shook all over. The cum, seeping out onto my thighs and dripping, was beginning to dry. I felt cold. I felt raped. I was fucking raped!

    “Baby?”

    Mark sounded like a broken record. I felt his hand on my shoulder.

    Instinctively, not even thinking or planning, a certain force suddenly filled me. I straightened up, turned around and punched Mark right in the middle of his stomach, hard, followed by a hook up into his startled chin as he doubled over. In a daze, I watched Mark stumble back, hit the kitchen table, and shake his head from the force of my blows.

    This scene must have looked ridiculous, to say the least. Me, shorts at my knees, ass dripping man cum mixed with blood, punching this hot macho guy, whose jeans were still around his ankles and his dick limp and glistening.

    It was as if a river dam broke inside me. I had never been a violent person. On the contrary, I am more of a pacifist. But I bore down on Mark with such venom that his look of pain changed to that of alarm. I watched him raise his arms in useless defense as I started punching him, on the face, the sides of his head, in the stomach. A torrent of punches flew out of me without control, vicious, unrelenting. All the while, I was heaving with sobs of bitter tears, of shame, of humiliation.

    Mark was weeping.

    “Steve. Baby. I’m so sorry. Oh, man. Fuck. So fucking sorry.”

    This was too lame for me. He was sorry? Raping me? Lame, my ass!

    I felt like resuming my punching. Mark didn’t put up any real defense. He could have easily punched me back, floored me actually. But he just leaned against the kitchen table and took my fists wherever they landed.

    Finally, I was able to control myself. I moved away from Mark, reached down and pulled up my shorts. The pain from my ass was minimal compared to the pain from inside me. I looked at Mark. Pitiful. We were both sobbing shamelessly. But Mark’s tears were tears of guilt whereas mine were those of shame, of rage and… of regret.

    Without a word, I managed to get into the shower. I let the hot water stream over my body. I felt so dirty. It was very strange, knowing that Mark had seeded me plenty of times. His semen had filled me with both satisfaction and love more times that I could count.

    But now, I simply felt dirty. I was still shaking but the stream of scalding water started to relax me. I was now able to consider what had happened in the kitchen earlier more rationally. What the fuck had happened to Mark? Why would he force himself in such a way on me when he knew that he could have had me in any way he liked at any time he liked? Why? He knew how sweet I was on him, how fuckingly madly in love with him. He knew, damn it! I cried.

    I didn’t notice that Mark had followed me into the bathroom. He stepped under the shower with me and hugged me, his naked front glued to my back. Oh, damn and fuck and shit to hell! This was the Mark that I loved, that I desired, that I would die for. The loving hug, the strong male arms around my waist, the tight fit of his front with my back, the lips on the side of my neck.

    And then, in my head: the vicious slaps, the bending over, the rough penetration without preparation, not even any spit.

    The urge of resuming my punches returned fiercely. Mark’s whispering of apology in my ear did not ease the internal pain I felt. For Christ’s sake, he had just raped me!

    “You know that you have to move out, Mark,” I heard myself say in a low but hoarse voice, still maintaining my position, not turning around, not wanting to look into his green eyes that used to kill me with lust, or his beautiful face that I had always wanted to smother with kisses, not moving away from the warm embrace either. I just stared at the wet porcelain wall in front of me, my eyes blurry with my tears.

    “Steve, man, I said I was sorry,” Mark whimpered, holding me tighter. “Really, I am. I don’t know what came over me. Steve. Please, forgive me, baby.”

    I felt his body press harder on me. On other earlier occasions, this hug invariably made me grovel for Mark and his sex. Now I pitied his groveling in spite of his naked body glued onto mine, his arms around me.

    “Mark,” I said in the same tone, now more sure of myself, “move the fuck out of my fucking place. I don’t want to see you ever again.”

    “I love you, Steve,” Mark begged.

    “Move the fuck out Mark or you will regret it.” I was shaking. I was crying.

    But my voice remained hard and cold. I desperately tried to hide my regret at losing a lover that I cared so much for. But I knew that Mark had to leave, that it was over for us.

    “When I get out of this fucking shower, I don’t want to see any trace of you, your hear me?”

    Mark left. He left the shower. He left the apartment. He left me. Well, I was the one who kicked him out, technically, but he had raped me, hadn’t he? The fucker!

    For the next couple of days, I basked in self-justification at throwing my love out. But I started to feel the emptiness, not just in my bed, but in my life. Mark had been my love. We had shared fantastic moments, hell, fantastic hours and days. Was it such an unforgivable act, there in the kitchen, after all? Mark had fucked me a thousand times before. Why did I think of the kitchen episode as rape? Why was I such a prima donna? Mark’s cock plowed my ass numerous times and I was sent to such high levels of ecstasy as he pounded me and then filled me with his love juice. I loved his cock inside me. I loved his sliding in and out, his grunts, his kisses, his ejaculations.

    I picked up the phone, but then dropped it. What was I going to say? It’s ok for you, Mark, to rape me in the middle of my kitchen? I want to suck on your cock that raped me? What?

    But I ached for him. As the days passed, Mark was always on my mind. I needed him, naked, holding me, throughout the night. My sleep was fitful. My work in the office lacked my usual dedicated attention. Mark was everywhere.

    Mark never called me either.

    It was one full week since Mark had raped me. I was feeling miserable. A Saturday. I just moved aimlessly around the apartment. I prepared a salad, but I remembered the last time I was making a salad and how I was raped. I threw the salad away, crying. I tried to read but could find no concentration. I saw Mark’s face on every page and the words bleared with my tears. I had no plans. I didn’t want any plans either. I wanted Mark. But I had lost him.

    There was a hesitant knock at the door. Who the fuck would that be? I looked at my watch. 6:00 pm. I was in no mood for anyone at this moment, today, any day. Besides, I had no idea who would visit me. Perhaps a neighbor who wanted to borrow some coffee or something?

    I shambled to the door, miserable and upset, and opened it.

    Mark.

    I moved a couple of steps back in shock and froze. The last person I expected to see. The last person I wanted to see. The person I died to see. The only person I wanted to see.

    “Mark?” I mumbled.

    “No apologies, Steve,” he said, as if from a thousand miles away. “Only three words and you can kick me out again: I. Love. You.”

    My heart dropped onto the floor. I couldn’t breathe. My stomach churned, as I needed to throw up. I wanted to scream: with anger, with shame, with love. I just froze.

    Mark held up one hand. I recognized the bag: from a sushi take-out place where we used to order home delivery from, after having sex. We would eat the sushi in bed, invariably feeding each other, laughing, kissing, tasting the soy sauce on each other’s tongue.

    I melted.

    His other hand held a bottle of Japanese sake.

    I melted further, not realizing the tears that were streaming down my cheeks, the trembling that wracked my body.

    I looked up at his face, and I just couldn’t resist. The sweetest, most adorable face of my lover.

    The picture engraved in my mind during all of last week, that of chopped lettuce and tomato in the salad bowl right under my nose as Mark plowed mercilessly into me, me bent over the kitchen counter, being ruthlessly raped… that image… miraculously started to fade.

    I extended my shaking arms. Mark dropped the bag of food and bottle of sake onto the floor and flew into my arms in the sweetest hug I had ever experienced. He smothered me with kisses. I was so grateful that he did not apologize or grovel. He just exuded love into my body, my soul.

    We made love wildly. Right there on the floor, among the scattered sushi pieces, fully dressed except for our crotches. I took him inside me with passion, and he emptied his love inside my bowels. We didn’t even bother with closing the door. Thankfully, we were done before anyone walked by.

    I love Mark. I hate him for raping me. But I love him, nevertheless. We are still together and I don’t see any reason why we should not remain together. Raped? Well, it’s just a memory. Mark, however, is very real, very much in my arms.

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  • 18 virgin

    I was a OTR trucker for 18 years and a member of several gay apps. One day I was on a back road and got a text from a young black boy wanting to chat. We chatted for awhile and he explained he was a virgin living in a tiny town I was passing through. During our chat he said he was 17 and wanted to be fucked and lose his virginity. I told him I could help but had to wait till he was 18. His birth day was a month away and he was still in high school.

    We chatted off and on over the month and he kept sending me nude pics. A few days after his birthday I was passing his tiny one store town in the middle of the night. He begged me to stop. He would sneak out of his moms house and meet me at the small store. At about midnight I heard a knock on my door. Pulling back the curtain I saw a you man standing there in a t shirts and gym shorts. I let him in and closed the curtain. He was very hot and sexy. Wile standing by the bunk I pulled him in close and we kissed passionately pushing my tongue in his mouth. He began to tremble as I pulled his shirt over his head. I pinched and sucked his nipples making the hard as a rock.

    So far not a word was spoke as I set on edge of my bed. I looked into his eyes and asked if he was ready to shed his virginity to a dirty old man. He begged me to fuck him. I ran a hand over his crotch filling his hard 8 inch cock under his shorts. He shuttered at my touch. I lowered his shorts to find he was not wearing underwear and his cock flopped out pointing straight out.

    It was very sexy and I couldn’t stuff it down my throat fast enough.. God I thought I was in heaven having a 18 year old virgin begging to be used. I made him undress me slowly. Making sure he explored every inch of my body. I laid him on my bed then I laid on top using my full weight to pin him down and I forced my tongue in his mouth. He was panting so hard I thought he might cum. I couldn’t have that cum go to waist so I licked my way to his cock and slid it into my mouth. With a few strokes I could tell by his gyrating he was about to cum. Soon he was exploding in my mouth. His load was very sweet and I gulped it down with delight.

    He laid there panting as I stroked his cock. I told him we were far from done as I rolled over on top again and forced my cock in his mouth. Your my dirty little cum bitch and I’m gonna fuck your mouth. I then thrust my cock all the way in balls deep making him gag. He tried to get away from my cock but I squeezed my legs around his head holding him there. Not giving him a break I fuck his mouth hard deep and fast till I exploded and without missing a beat he swallowed every drop.

    We played there a bit regaining our strength as I stroked his cock till it was hard again. I to was rock hard and we rubbed cocks as we kissed.

    I told him we were gonna fuck and breed BB. This excited him as he was trembling at my touch. I told him he was to fuck me first as I was saving him for last. His 8 inch cock looked so hot I needed I side me badly. I had him get behind me and rub his cock around my ass .. I told him he was to plunge his cock in hard fast and deep in one thrust.

    The sharp pain was awesome as he pushed into me. He then fucked me slow and deep filling his balls slapping my ass. It was so hot being his first ass to fuck I was bouncing against his trying to get more of him in me. Soon I could feel his cock pulsing as he fills me with his sweet nectar. He collapsed on my back and I waited till he was soft to move. His cum was dripping from my ass as I rolled over and told him to get on top. Since I was his first to enter him I let him have control. He spread his ass and lowered himself on my extremely hard cock. He moaned loudly as he impaled himself and began to rock getting more and more of my cock in him.

    Soon he was bouncing like a cheap whore needing more and more. I couldn’t hold out long knowing I had a virgin to breed and I exploded again. We snuggled awhile before he said he had to hit home before his mom woke up. Then begged to run away with me on my truck.

    Taking his virginity completely was the hottest sex I have experienced.

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  • Setting Todd Straight

    A slightly harder-edged story than is usual for me, but I had a lot of fun with this Xmas Tale from the first season, back when gay marriage had just been made legal. Spencer and Todd will make a return in a new adventure this season, too…

    “It’s shameful, how Christians are under attack in this country,” Charlotte proclaimed as she passed the potatoes. “And that poor woman down in Kentucky, thrown in jail for standing up for her beliefs.”

    “Like a criminal,” Todd nodded, as I stared at them. “It’s persecution, what was done to her, and all the others.”

    “Exactly,” Charlotte nodded vigorously, looking around the table at the rest of us. “Her faith is protected speech, and her faith forbids her from playing any part in those sham marriages the activists are trying to shove down our throats.”

    There were a lot of reasons why I didn’t like my sister-in-law. She was religious, which was fine – each to their own, and all that – but she was one of those sanctimonious types, literally holier-than-thou. But what I disliked most about Charlotte was how she’d rubbed off on my big brother, the ways she’d made him change to conform to her ideas of how the world should be. This was their first Christmas with our family – their first Christmas as a married couple was with her parents, of course, and I’m sure that was a real fun time – and they already had two babies with them. Cute kids, shame about their mother.

    Shame about my brother, too. Todd had always been a big, easygoing, friendly kind of dude. Not real talkative or forceful a personality, pretty laidback. Popular with the girls, with his sweet nature, big football-player build and boy-next-door looks. We’d been pretty chill brothers, had a lot of great times together, but all that was history now. BC – Before Charlotte. Now, he was pretty much her yes-man, her bag-carrier, the strong provider. He didn’t curse, rarely drank, even had one of those stupid “Real Men Love Jesus” bumper stickers. Talked about the Promise Keepers a lot. I barely recognized him anymore.

    “‘Sham marriages’?” I said. I looked at Mom and Dad, Mom giving me a subtle head-shake, Dad looking at the turkey with great interest, staying right the hell out of it. Charlotte gave me a glittering, blood-in-the-water smile. I was no one-man pride parade or anything, but I’d never made any bones about the fact that I was a gay dude, and it was never a problem for Todd or our folks. But for Charlotte, it was A Problem. A Big One.

    “It’s the law of the land,” I said. “That woman swore to uphold it, not pick and choose. She doesn’t get to decide who gets equal rights.”

    “Oh yeah, ‘equality,’ right, the big buzzword,” she said, actually using air quotes, rolling her eyes. “What about equality for people of faith, Spencer? Don’t we get our equal rights too?”

    “We really should be able to live out our faith in our public lives,” Todd said. “It’s our constitutionally protected right. Unlike gay marriage.”

    I just stared at Todd, who was doing his best to avoid my eyes. I knew who Charlotte was, alright, but who the fuck was this guy? What happened to the big, live-and-let-live dude who’d gone to the gay bar with me a few times when we were both in college, danced with his shirt off, high on all the free drinks he’d scored from thirsty gay dudes? The one who’d beat some kid’s ass my junior year in high school for calling me a faggot?

    The one who’d gotten high the night of my high school graduation, dragged me out of the party to his car, and sucked a load out of my cock, telling me he’d always been curious, and it was cool because we were brothers?

    The one who’d moaned my name when I arrived at UVA after that summer, bucked his big, thick-muscled ass up in the air, and let me fuck a load into him as we rutted on his frat house bed?

    I missed that guy. We’d had a lot of good times together, before he married this bitch. I didn’t know this guy, but I was bitterly disappointed in him all the same.

    “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said in disgust. “Really, Todd?”

    He just shrugged weakly, looking fixedly down at his plate, as Charlotte kept smiling that sharklike fake smile of hers.

    “He’s right, Spencer,” she said. “It’s not even settled law. Just a decision by a group of unelected activist judges, caving in to the loudest voices in the room. Your people’s voices, Spencer. The vocal minority.”

    “I think maybe we should talk about something else,” Mom said, but I was already done. I tossed my napkin down and pushed my chair back.

    “Nah, I’ve heard enough from her,” I said. “Apologies to you, Mom and Dad. Todd, I’m sorry you’ve got to live the rest of your life with this sanctimonious bigot. And I’m sorry you changed. I miss you, and I hope I see the real you again sometime.”

    I wasn’t trying to be dramatic, or disappoint my parents, but I hadn’t driven 250 miles for this shit. Most of all, I couldn’t stand the sense of disappointment and betrayal I felt in my big brother.

    Instead, I pulled up Scruff on my phone, found an old fuckbud I hadn’t seen in awhile, and went over to his place to smoke a bowl and fuck his tight little ass. And the whole time, I thought about Todd, the big muscles flexing under the smooth, sweat-glowing skin of his back, the way his thick, ex-linebacker’s ass had jiggled as I fucked it. The way he’d moaned my name, and feasted on my cum-slicked tongue, tasting his own seed on it as I fed it to him.

    “Fuck, dude,” my buddy said as we sprawled out on his bed afterwards. “I’d almost forgotten how good a fuck you can throw. You’re definitely in the holiday spirit,” he chuckled, passing me the bowl.

    “Family, man – they can drive you nuts sometimes,” I said before hitting it. He was already running his hand up the muscles of my stomach and over my pecs as I exhaled the smoke.

    “Well fuck, feel free to take that energy out on me anytime, bud,” he grinned, leaning in to suck on my nip. “In fact, why don’t you bring that fine rugby-player ass of yours back over here, and we’ll see if we can’t ease that tension some more.”

    So I did, and we did, and still I wound up jerking out a half-angry load back in my old bed when I got home, remembering very clearly the night I copped Todd’s ass cherry in it, the summer before college. “Well, those days are gone now,” I thought as I swiped the cum off my stomach with my discarded boxer briefs. Or so I thought.

    *  *  *  *  *

    Dad knocked on my bedroom door the next morning and poked his head in.

    “Taking your mother and Charlotte to the mall for the sales,” he said, with the air of a condemned man. “There’s fresh coffee on. Your brother’s staying back to look after the babies. Maybe you guys can find some time to catch up.”

    “Maybe,” I shrugged. At this point, I’d rather dive into the chaos of Wal-Mart and the post-Christmas frenzy. Dad looked disappointed, but I knew he understood.

    Instead, I slipped on my crusty boxer briefs and went for a long, sweaty run. Did some bodyweight exercises on the kids’ play gym down at the park. Jogged home the long way. Anything to avoid spending time with my brother. I slipped in through the back door, straight upstairs to shower, already thinking I should hit Scruff again and see what was up. I guess I had a lot of pent-up energy to expend. I got a hit back, decided to go meet the dude for coffee, and put on my best hookup Calvin briefs. I was just slipping into my jeans when I heard the knock on my door, followed by Todd poking his head around it.

    “Oh… sorry, Spence,” he said, seeing me with my jeans at half-mast, shirtless. But he didn’t look away, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to pretend modesty and cover myself for him. Let him chew on the sight for a minute.

    “Uh-huh,” I said disinterestedly, pulling my jeans most of the way up but leaving them unbuttoned as I looked in my bag for a shirt. I knew my ass was popping over the top of my jeans, and I knew Todd liked my ass. It was thick and powerful like his, but unlike him, I still played sports, even if it was just club rugby, and I knew how I looked.

    “Kids are lights-out,” he said after a minute staring at my back, watching me dressing. “Figured maybe we could catch the Bond marathon on Spike or something. Always was the best part of Christmas, right?”

    I turned to look at him, the half-hopeful smile on his face. Goddammit, he still looked good, even wearing all that Brooks Brothers bullshit Charlotte made him put on, with his blond hair cut all conservative and churchy, a little bit of new-dad thickness happening around his waist. Even a fucking Christmas sweater, for Christ’s sake. But underneath all that, still those big shoulders, the deep chest, the thick thighs, the high, round muscular ass. I’d still fuck him, if he wasn’t such a goddamn sellout little bitch.

    “Think I’m gonna go see a friend, actually,” I said, tugging my jeans the rest of the way up over my ass, still leaving them unbuttoned.

    “Oh… a friend, huh,” he said, looking disappointed.

    “Friend, fuckbuddy, whatever,” I said. “Gonna go get laid. With another dude. Fuck around with him. Have a whole lot of hot gay sex, just like I did last night, bro. Like I like to do, as a gay man. You remember what that’s like, right Todd?”

    He blushed hard, and got this stern look on his face that I’d never seen before. A total Dad look. One our actual Dad had used on us a whole lot.

    “Look, Spence, I know you’re probably still upset about last night, but there’s no need to-”

    “Upset?” I spat, in disbelief. “Doesn’t even begin to cover it, bro. I’m fucking pissed, Todd. Pissed at your wife for throwing that shit in my face, and pissed at you for sitting there and letting her. Fucking joining in with her on it. Turning your back on me, your own brother, for some fucking born-again church hypocrisy. The kind of thing we used to roll our eyes at, and laugh about. You and me, together.”

    “Spencer, you don’t understand. My life is different now, I’ve renounced all of that-”

    “Here’s what I understand, bro,” I growled, stepping around my bed and close to him. “You remember the night before your wedding? When you came to the door of my hotel room, scared of what you were about to do? Of who you might become?”

    “Of course, that’s just typical pre-wedding jitters, you wouldn’t underst-”

    “Don’t you fucking dare tell me what I would or wouldn’t understand, Todd,” I seethed, remembering there were sleeping babies in the house, and my on-the-pitch bellow would be a little much for them.

    “You became that person, Todd. The one you were so scared to be. Even though you knew that wasn’t you. And before you did, you came to me, to my arms, to my fucking bed. You came to me to hold you and kiss you and tell you I’d always be there for you. That we’d never change.”

    He stared at the floor, silent, a look of pure misery on his face.

    “And then you begged me to fuck you, brother. Begged me to put my cum inside you again. And you loved it, Todd. You always did. Swallowing it, taking it up the ass, putting your fucking cock inside of me. I loved all that too. You were my first for a lot of that shit, and you’re still my fucking gold standard, bro.”

    “I’m not that person anymore, Spence,” he said in a quiet, miserable voice.

    “No, you’re a person I don’t recognize. A person I don’t really like very much anymore, Todd.”

    I stepped up closer to him, so he could hear the low, angry intent in my voice.

    “But you seemed like that person when you came right back to me after your honeymoon. You drove your ass all the way to Charlottesville just to have it stuffed by your little brother, just like old times. And when Charlotte was pregnant and you were blueballing it, you came to me again. And again. Yeah, I get why we had to stop. I figured it had run its course.”

    He looked up at me now, and there were tears in his eyes. Shame too. Shame for what, I wasn’t sure. Either way, he was hurting, and though I prided myself on being a decent, stand-up dude, a big part of me relished that. But shit, there was that old needy spark in his eyes too, the one I remembered so well…

    “And now, here you are again, knocking at my door. Wanting to hang, just like old times. Just you and me, Todd. Just like you didn’t renounce everything about me last night, to side with your fucking wife.”

    He got these twin spots of red on his cheeks, the sign he was getting pissed.

    “Don’t you dare talk about my wife that way, Spencer. You’ve never bothered to get to know her, really, so I don’t think-”

    “Dude, fuck your wife!” I spat. “She’s not my family, you are, but you made it pretty clear last night that you don’t care about that anymore. So don’t you fucking dare come to me to lecture me about shit, bro. Don’t say another fucking thing. Unless you’re gonna get down on your fucking knees and apologize to me, you can get the fuck outta here, Todd.”

    He stared hard at me, his chest heaving slowly, like mine was. We could look like two sides of a mirror sometimes, and I bet we did right now. Like we did when we fucked. His O-face was a lot like mine. Thinking of that, of his face mirroring mine as I fucked us both to a hard cum, really got to me. Sneaked in there, with all the anger and hurt. I was already starting to get keyed up to go fuck around with this Scruff rando, so the telltale tingling in my balls, groin and cock was no big surprise. I knew I was starting to fill the pouch of these little CK briefs even better. And when Todd’s eyes flicked down at it, and he blushed because he knew I’d seen him do it, just like he always blushed when I caught him scoping me out, I suddenly knew what I truly wanted out of this whole deal.

    “Are you here to get down on your knees, Todd?” I said, my voice low and deep and insinuating. The voice I used to use in his ear when I wanted to get him riled up to fuck around.

    “Come on, Spence, don’t start with that, I can’t-” he protested weakly, but I cut him off by clamping my hand hard on his big shoulder, exerting a little downward pressure on the thick, beefy, muscle-dense mass of it.

    “You telling me you don’t miss the way your little brother’s seven inches feels in your mouth, Toddy?” I said, reverting to my old name for him. “How it tastes? That you’ve forgotten how to open your throat up and take me all the way down to the root, big bro?”

    He gave out a helpless little noise, kind of like the noises he used to make when I thrust my cock up into his ass real deep. I leaned in close to murmur directly into his ear.

    “You telling me you can’t remember how it feels to have my tongue up your ass, getting you all wet and ready to get fucked, bro? How hard that big dick of yours gets when I get my cock all the way up inside of you?”

    Seriously, Todd’s got a big dick like mine, and it always hardened up like a piece of rebar when I slid mine into him, mouth or ass. He was a legitimate born bottom. Becoming a born-again religious fool didn’t take that away. Once a bottom, always a bottom.

    I looked down between us, past the gentle swell of his little paunch in that stupid red Christmas sweater, and saw that yes, he still had it in him. Or more to the point, he wanted it in him. Because that big big-brother cock was thickening up the front of his fancy jeans very nicely indeed. So I pressed down a little more on his shoulder, and felt him starting to give, starting to sink to the carpet.

    “Are you saying you don’t remember how it feels inside to look up into my eyes, take my cock in your hand, and say to me, ‘Feed me your cum, Spence?’”

    Todd whimpered again, and now he really was kneeling, his eyes big and blue and hungry and tormented all at once. I was hard as fuck, my cock tenting the little pouch of the CKs, my fly wide open. So I reached down with my free hand and tugged my jeans down past my knees. Let my big bro see me in all my hard, fit glory. I knew he liked the dirty-blond hair that had started to thicken up real nicely on my stomach and chest. The way my whole body had thickened up real nicely, come to think of it. How substantial I looked now. A lot like he did at my age. But most of all, how substantial and thick I was in my CKs, because his eyes moved down over my bare chest, down my stomach, and zeroed in on my bulge. So I reached down, hooked my thumbs inside of my briefs, and tugged them down to join my jeans, watching his eyes get all big as my cock snapped out, thick and hard and ready to play.

    “Tell me you don’t remember all the times it was you and me, just like this, big bro,” I said in a quieter voice, because he was there now, right where I wanted him to be. Where I needed him to be.

    “I do,” he whispered softly, staring at my big dick with naked yearning.

    “I can’t hear you, bro,” I said.

    “I do!” he said more forcefully, looking up at me with big, shiny, hungry eyes.

    I reached out and cupped the back of his head, fingers digging into his dorky church-boy haircut, and pulled his handsome face closer to the proud jut of my cock.

    “So show me how well you remember all of that, bro,” I said, and he moaned and lunged at me, grabbing hold of my cock and stuffing it into his mouth like a starving man going after a piece of cake.

    Damn. He sure hadn’t lost his touch, and I wondered what all those Jesus-loving bros of his at his Promise Keepers meetings would say if they could see him now, swallowing his own little brother’s thick, hard, gay cock all the way to the root, his nose buried in my bush, slobbering and slurping and grunting and moaning to himself as he serviced me.

    “You’re too good at this to ever give this up, bro,” I said, looking down at him, and for the first time in my life, I was kind of getting off on the hot mix of shame and hunger and adoration in his eyes. So I took hold of both sides of his head, locked eyes with him hard, and started to fuck his face.

    I’d had ideas about Todd and his internal complexes and how much he loved fucking around with me, especially the first time I ever really face-fucked him, in that crappy-ass fraternity house of his on Rugby Road. Big Todd on his knees on the dingy living room carpet while his brothers and their dates were all at the Cavs game, with a mouth full of his teenage freshman brother’s ex-wrestler dick, his big hands holding tight to the flexing muscles of my ass and helping me to facefuck him until I got the hang of it on my own. Man, that had been a hot time, the risky thrill of it, that one of his stupid frat brothers might wander his drunk ass back to the house early, like we had, and find us there, committing one of the ultimate sexual taboos all over the living room floor. Nobody had, though, but we were so charged up from all of that that I bent him over the back of the sofa and fucked another load into him, slapping his big, beefy ass for good measure, and filing it all away for future reference.

    Generally, I’m more of a lover, a pleasure-oriented dude, a sensualist. But right now, I was feeling the cold, hard steel of that vibe, and I guess it really clicked for me, what draws people into that side of sex. Power. Control. Riding the edge, and then pushing it further. So I let Todd slobber enthusiastically on my cock for a little while there, and then I yanked him up by the collar of his stupid festive sweater and pushed him in the direction of my bed.

    “Pants off, now,” I said, as I pushed my jeans and briefs off and kicked them aside.

    “C’mon, Spence, I don’t-” he protested weakly as he stared at my naked body, my hard, spit-shiny cock leading the way as I moved towards him.

    “Fuck you, Todd,” I barked. “Today, you do. So do it. Get those jeans down.”

    I had my best poker face on, but inside, I was surprised and fascinated by how quickly he complied, shucking his designer dad jeans and his boxer briefs down his thick, powerful thighs. He’d always gotten super-excited with me, so the hardness of his big wife-fucking dick was no surprise. Neither was the quickness with which he turned around and showed me his ass, still as big and thick and hard-muscled as I remembered it, with a thicker layer of beef coating the muscles beautifully. I love good ass. It’s one of the fringe benefits of playing rugby. Todd’s was one of my favorites, and as he bent over my bed and turned it up for me like he always used to do, I went in for the kill.

    Usually I’d take my time and really munch on his big ass, get him good and loose and moaning and leaking for me as I ate him out, but today wasn’t about pleasing him. He’d taken something from me last night at the dinner table, and now I was going to take something back in return, here on my bed. So I gave my big, angry dick a coating of lube, thumbed some over his pulsing, hairy hole, and then clapped my hands on his big, beefy, blond-furred rump and slid all the way home inside of him in one long, solid thrust.

    “Ah FUCK!” he bellowed, and it was the first time I’d heard him curse in nearly two years. I stifled a laugh, then remembered the sleeping kids, and that’s when my eye fell on the sweaty, cum-crusted boxer briefs I’d cleaned my load up with last night, then worn on my run this morning. I grinned to myself as I reached down for them, and before he knew what I was doing, I’d stuffed them into his moaning mouth. He grunted and moaned, his face flushed with a mix of shame and pleasure that told me everything I needed to know about my big brother.

    “Fuck yeah, suck on my fucking old loads, bro,” I growled, giving his ass a smack that set off a sexy ripple in the beefy flesh, and set to fucking him hard and deep and fast.

    This was no pleasure fuck, this was pure aggression and heat, all business. But there was a kind of pleasure in that too, and when Todd’s big ass started to buck back as he got into fucking himself on me, just like the old days, I gave his ass another sharp smack.

    “Fuck yeah, you haven’t changed a bit, Todd, you fucking bottom slut,” I growled, sort of amazed at how easily I slipped into the tone and the language. “Still love a big gay load up your thick fucking ass, don’t you, bro?”

    “Mmm-mmmmmph,” was all he could manage around my soiled shorts. And damn if he wasn’t actually sucking on them like a baby with a pacifier.

    “Think about this the next time you want to run your fuckin’ mouth about some anti-gay bullshit, big bro,” I grunted, starting to really sweat now, and definitely feeling the intensity of the fuck in my lower body. Fucking like this was a hell of a workout. I’d have to remember that.

    “Think about how good it feels getting your big ass stuffed with some hard, gay cock,” I went on, leaning over his big, powerful back. “Hard, gay little brother cock, Todd.”

    He growled at that, reached up and yanked my spit-soaked boxer briefs from his mouth. His face was flushed and sweaty and alive when he whipped his head around, that intense look of need and lust and pure manly fuck-heat I remembered so well. That I’d really missed, honestly.

    “Dammit Spence, I need you to cum in me, bro,” he panted.

    “Oh yeah?” I grinned maliciously. “You want my cum, big brother?”

    “Fuck, you know I do, bro,” he moaned.

    “Tell me you’re sorry,” I said, pausing my thrusts. Which was good, because I really was going to cum. It had snuck up on me, quick and hard and aggressive, like the fuck I was throwing him.

    “I’m sorry, dude,” he half-whimpered.

    “Tell me you’ll fucking get right, Todd,” I growled. “That you’ll remember who I am. Remember who you are.”

    “I will, Spence, I will… you’re my brother. You’re my little brother, and I was wrong, and I fucking love you, dude.”

    “Good boy,” I said, giving his ass another hard slap, making it jiggle and making him grunt. Making him push back on my cock even more, too.

    “You want my cum now, Toddy?”

    “Fuck, I do, Spence, you know I do, please…” he moaned.

    So I yanked my cock out of him, throbbing and slick with lube and precum and not happy to give up its warm, tight, familiar home. Todd wasn’t happy either, giving a little howl of frustration, but he didn’t have the wits about him to resist me when I slid my arms under his beefy torso and flipped him on his back. He stared up at me, stunned and lusty, his cock leaking precum as it arced in the air. I climbed up, straddling him, and knee-walked my way up to his crotch, my cock throbbing in one hand, and reached down to take hold of his in the other.

    “Here, since you want it so bad… since you’ve always wanted it so bad, bro,” I grunted, and doubletimed my stroking with both hands. I watched his body tighten up, his O-face coming on, all sweat-glowing and full of naked, hungry lust. He didn’t have time to stop me as I growled, grunted and finally unleashed a torrent of cum from my cock. Even with three loads shot last night, it was a big one, real big, thick pearly jets of hot cum arcing out of my cockslit, hitting his cock, his face, and best of all, painting that stupid, ugly sweater Charlotte had no doubt been delighted to give him.

    “Oh no,” he moaned, seeing the mess I was making of him, and so I gave his big dick the slick-handed corkscrew that I knew would bring him over the line, every time, and I added his own pent-up cumload to mine.

    When he was finally done blasting off, nearly ten shots later, his sweater looked like a Jackson Pollock reject. I was very pleased with my work, as I sat back on my heels and pushed out a deep, satisfied breath. Looked over at my bedside clock.

    “They’re probably gonna be home soon, bro,” I smiled, clambering up off him and slowly milking the last drips of my load from my cock, into my palm. When I presented it to him, he only hesitated for a moment before ducking his head in to lick my palm clean hungrily. Jesus – I might have broken him.

    He could barely look at me as he hauled his big, sexy ass up off my bed, collecting his jeans and underwear from the floor as he headed to my bedroom door.

    “Hey, I think you forgot something, bro,” I said, stepping over to meet him. He looked at me, confused, but when I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, there was only a moment’s hesitation before he parted them and let my tongue inside his mouth, meeting it with his own.

    I kissed him for a solid couple minutes, loving the little whimpering moans he was starting to give off, and then I broke the kiss, put one hand on his freshly-fucked ass, and pushed him out the door. I leaned my arm up on the door jamb as I watched him head down the hall to his old bedroom.

    “We good now, bro?” I called after him – softly, so as not to disturb the babies.

    He turned in his doorway, giving me a long, quiet look that I couldn’t read. Then he slowly smiled, blushing bashfully, and nodded.

    “Yeah, we’re good, little bro,” he said. “Thanks. I’m sorry.” Then he closed the door behind him, and I heard the shower in his bathroom starting up.

    The Scruff message icon was showing on my phone when I went back to my own bathroom.

    >Running a little behind, we still good? the message read.

    I smiled. Thought about it for a second. Then started typing back.

    >>Yeah bud, got held up myself, jumping in shower now. See you in 30?

    Amazingly, my cock was already starting to show a little interest. What I needed now, after that, was a nice, slow, deep session. Something to take the edge off, a little. After all, I knew now that I could get that edge back, any time I wanted it. I was pretty sure Todd would be game to help me out with that, now. And once we got the harder, edgier stuff out of the way, we might be able to start getting back to the longer, slower, sweeter stuff we’d always done so well together. 

    Fuck Charlotte. I was going back to fucking her husband again. I couldn’t wait to see her hateful little shrew face, and know that I’d just blasted her husband’s with my cum.

    This Christmas was really starting to look up.

    The End (for now…)

    (Copyright A4F Tales 2020)

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  • First-Time Orgy Slut

    So here I am, a 19yo 5’8” 130lbs college sophomore on my knees surrounded by 5 cocks with cum dripping down my throat and cheeks.  I was feeling like a total slut and frankly, it’s the most fun I’ve ever had but let me start at the beginning.

    It was a Friday afternoon on campus.  I was in the library finishing up some coursework that I was a bit behind on when I heard the familiar sound of a message from that gay hookup app on my phone. As I fumbled around for it in my bag chastising myself for not having it on silent, I eventually got it out and read the message.  It was an invite-only “group fun” from an apparently new profile in the area and asked if I was interested. My profile was pretty discreet since I’m not totally out except to some of my closest friends (so as you can imagine I had one of those blurred-face profile pics) so this invite got me pretty curious.

    I’m Sean by the way, city boy through and through. In fact, the university I attend and the high school I went to are within 5 miles of each other so I’ve pretty much been in the area all my life.

    I’m pretty guarded about hooking up (given that I was mostly still discreet) so when the message came in, I had questions as to how it was that I was chosen to be invited.  After a few back and forth messages I learned that Justin, a 21yo, who I had hooked up with a couple of weeks back and happened to be from the same highschool as I suggested I be invited and sent my profile to them. Justin was a 6’ tall toned handsome guy with a swimmers build and a 7” cock.  I was excited at the prospect of hooking up with him again as I recalled riding his hard cock and asked if he’d be there.  I was told that they don’t disclose participants but assured me not to worry as they vet everyone to make sure everyone would most likely get along with everyone else there.  While I was still a bit apprehensive, I was at this point way too hard to say no so I gave a “yes” and asked for the details. I was told that my name would be added and just wait for instructions. Additionally, they recommend that I not cum in the meantime and it’d be 2 Saturdays from then.

    Honestly though, after the message exchange I couldn’t think of anything else so I decided to head home and going against their recommendation, decided to jerk off thinking that I should probably get one done while it was still 2 weeks away.

    I woke up the next day to about a dozen messages on instructions for the orgy.  It covered quite a lot and while it didn’t have the specific location in it, it did have the time and general area where it would be held.  A lot of useful bits were in it such as what not to bring, what would be available, instructions on not asking other participants personal information, etc. I read through them and immediately spotted a couple of stuff that got me rock hard but a bit worried. First, I would have to send a naked selfie by the end of the day to confirm I would be going.  I’ve never sent one before as I’ve always been cautious but since I was excited to go to my first orgy, I agreed to do so.  Second, it said to get tested the week before the orgy as there weren’t going to be condoms and was expected to be completely bare.

    “Damn” I said to myself as I started to pre-cum just reading it. It totally excited me since I’ve never done it bare yet.

    I thought about it a bit more and decided “what the heck, I might as well go all in.”

    After lunch, I decided that I should probably send in the selfie already so I spent a good hour taking a shower and shaving my pubes and all.  After it was all done, I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my smooth 19yo twinkish body.  I’ve started working out but haven’t really gotten into the groove of it yet but I could see some slight definition already forming. I dried myself off grabbed my phone, took the required selfie and sent it.  I got a reply back immediately saying “looks good. Can’t wait to see you in person.”

    The 2 weeks went by real quick and I was a horny teenage mess. I couldn’t really concentrate in class given that I was constantly hard thinking about it so when the second Friday finally arrived, I was relieved.  I got a message that evening saying that it was going to be at this fairly large apartment downtown with 4 bedrooms and a number of common areas.  I was instructed to arrive anytime between 3-4PM and could leave anytime after 8 but was told to expect it to go on well into the next day.

    I wasn’t able to get much sleep that night as my mind was racing and although I was constantly touching myself, I somehow managed to doze off without cumming.

    I woke up around noon on Saturday and took a shower both to calm my raging hardon and to shave off the hair that had grown back over the past 2 weeks.

    By the time I was done it was a little after 2PM already so I grabbed a protein bar and threw on a pair of khakis over the jockstrap I decided to wear along with a plain green tanktop, zip-up hoodie and sneakers.

    I arrived outside of the apartment around 3PM and I immediately noticed a couple of guys outside talking to each other about to ring the bell and I sheepishly approached them.

    “Hi, I’m Anton” said this 5’11 Latino with a muscular build as he extended his hand. He looked ripped and could easily bench press me.

    “Sean,” I replied.

    “So I guess you’re here for the party eh?” He said with a wide grin as he scanned me head to toe.

    “Well yeah. It’s actually my first one.”

    “We’ll make sure you have a memorable one. This is Cody and David by the way” motioning to the two others with him.

    Cody was your typical boy-next-door type. Clean cut, neat and had this real nice smile. He was about my height and a year older than me.  David was 23yo but looked so young he could probably pass for a 15yo kid.  He was Asian, and I later learned he had some sort of Filipino-Spanish lineage. I knew I was a twink but David made me look downright average. He stood at 5’6”, real smooth with a perky bubble that I could see with his tight jeans on.

    Anton rang the bell gave the entrance password and we were buzzed into the building. We were making small talk about the weather on the way up and David intentionally brushed his ass against my cock twice as were getting on and off the elevator. I gave him a look that said “I’ll find you later” and he seemed to get the message.

    We knocked at the door and I was surprised when I heard “Hi Sean, I heard you were gonna show” when the door opened. It took me a few seconds, but I recognized it as Patrick, the captain of the swim team from my high school.

    I managed a “Uh, hi Patrick, fancy seeing you here.”

    I was totally in shock. This guy was a total hottie! 5’10,” swimmers build with a 9” cock as far as I could tell watching the swim team back in high school. I had no idea at all he was into guys and now here was, standing in front of me in the skimpiest Andrew Christian jockstrap I’ve ever seen. I could feel some precum leaking out of my cock as I couldn’t take my eyes off what I was seeing.

    “Oh hey Anton, here are the bags and there’s the closet” Patrick mentioned as he handed Anton a bag for himself, Cody and David.

    “Here’s yours Sean,” he said as he handed me mine. I recalled from the instructions sent that I was supposed to strip down to my underwear and put everything I brought into the bag, knot it and write my name on it with a sharpie and put it in assigned closets.

    “Hey, I have so many questions…” I stammered

    Patrick just laughed and said “Well let’s just say that I’ve always had something for guys in skimpy swim suits. I was surprised when we got your selfie and I realized it wasn’t some catfish or something. I’m surprised to see you actually; didn’t know you were into guys. One other thing you ought to know though this was set up by older guys from our high school.  First time I was invited was when I was helping out at a Homecoming event and have been sort of part of it from there so don’t be surprised if you see a few familiar faces.”

    With that the door rang again so he pointed me in the direction of a room where I could change and leave my stuff as he went to buzz the next few guys in.

    There were already about 20 or so guys in the apartment as I made my way to a room to get changed. I stripped down to my jockstrap noticing that my 6” rock hard cock already had a spot with precum on it.

    I exited the room and started looking around determined that I wasn’t going to be wallflower on my first ever orgy.  Especially when I now wanted to get with Patrick at least once that night.

    There were drinks and chips on the large table in the middle of the living room and some of the guys were offering shots to loosen up.  It was already around 3PM and I could tell that things started heating up. For one, some of the guys were already totally naked having tossed their underwear on tables and chairs.  I was trying to look for Anton or David when Patrick came up to me from behind.

    “Hey Sean, as this is your first time, you’re coming with me first.”

    He lead me to a room where there were 4 other guys already there and told me to wait.  He came back about 2 minutes later with 4 more guys including David and this older hotter guy named Jeff. Jeff was a big guy – daddy-type. Like the one who you wouldn’t be surprised to learn had boy slaves at home ready and waiting to be used- kind of daddy.  He was in leather chaps and looked every inch the part.

    “Hey guys, since for the 8 of you this is your first time, we’ve got a little something special to help you guys have as much fun as you can.”

    With that, Patrick opened the cabinet and brought out 8 plastic cups which contained rum coke and handed up each a glass. Along with Jeff and Patrick who had a shot of tequila in hand, they mentioned “cheers, bottoms up.”

    We all pressed our plastic cups against each other’s and downed the drink.

    “Now to get things started, pick a card.” Jeff brought out a set of printed cards with phrases on the back and we each took a card.

    “Don’t look at what the card says yet. How we’ll this started is we’ll go around the 8 of you and you pick 2 guys from the group then look at what your card says you have to do.”

    The first guy picked 2 other guys and looked at his card. It said suck them off so he got down on his knees and started sucking. This went on for a good 2 minutes with everyone in the room watching and getting hard.  After a few other guys it was David’s turn and he picked me and Jeff.  He walked over to the bed and showed his card which simply read “spitroast.”

    Jeff smiled as David handed him the card and said “well boy, looks like you’re in for a treat. Get on all fours.”

    David obediently complied and looked hot as fuck as his arched his ass in the air towards me. Jeff grabbed his head and brought it straight to his crotch and ordered David to sniff it. The little Asian slut really took in a deep whiff of Jeff’s crotch which pleased Jeff so much he immediately took out his cock and began slapping it across David’s face.  It was about 6” and veiny and as soon as he stopped slapping David’s face, David immediately went to town on it taking it all in and sucking for all he was worth.

    Patrick who was behind watching pushed me forward saying “what are you waiting for? The card said spitroast. Get in there.”

    He handed me a bottle of lube and I started fingering David’s hole with it.   He was clearly enjoying it as he’d jump just a little bit every time I inserted my finger into his ass. After about a minute of that I positioned my cock between his ass cheeks and went in slowly.

    You could hear a moan out of David’s mouth as he was fully aware that he was getting cock on both ends. I pushed all the way in and pulled out until only the tip of my cock was still in before slamming it back in his hot Asian boy ass.

    Since I hadn’t cum in 2 weeks the feeling of my bare cock in this hot ass was a bit too much. I tried to slow down but David kept pushing his ass onto it as Jeff shoved his cock in his mouth.

    “I don’t think I can keep it in” I said as David pushed back all the way onto my cock.

    “Oh fuck!” I shouted as I stared cumming in his ass.

    He pulled out as I was getting soft and I could see my own cum dripping down his leg.  He was still sucking Jeff at this point but Jeff was just about to cum as well and in about a minute, Jeff removed his cock from David’s mouth and unloaded it all over David’s face.

    Jeff looked around and say that even though the game wasn’t technically done, all of us first-timers seemed to have started going at it with each other so Jeff winked and said to Patrick “I think they’re gonna be fine” before leaving the room.

    David at this point was trying to catch his breath while sprawled on the corner of the bed face covered in cum.  I admit I was a bit jealous any annoyed that I had cum so early when I felt a bit light headed.

    “You’re starting to feel it aren’t you.” Patrick said.

    “What do you mean?  Did you guys drug us?” I stammered.

    “Don’t worry about it. We’ll take good care of you. It’s just a little E. About a third of a tab. Nothing too much.  We give it to all the first timers to get them in the mood since we don’t like seeing wallflowers at these parties.”

    I realized that it must’ve hit David much sooner as he was physically smaller and must’ve gone through his system quickly.  As I looked around, the other guys in the room were already all naked, some sucking cock, others getting fucked. It was a collection of moans and from the sounds coming from the rest of the apartment, it seemed like the orgy was starting in earnest.

    “Looks like David gave quite the effort in sucking Jeff” Patrick said.

    “Let’s see if you can do better.”

    With that, he pushed my head down towards his crotch. The smell of it was intoxicating and as I lowered his jockstrap, I took hit hard 9” cock in my mouth.  I kept it in there for a good minute swirling my tongue around before he put his hard on my head and started face fucking me.

    I almost gagged at the size of it as he pushed it all the way in but I managed as I was in heaven having this hot swimmer who I’ve jerked off to a number of times in high school feed me his cock.

    “You’re pretty good at this Sean. It’s a shame we didn’t hook up in high school.”

    I could only manage a muffled agreement as he held my face squarely on his cock.

    I could feel the buzz from being drugged course through my body making me want to suck Patrick off even more.  The feeling of is hard cock in my mouth just got me all aroused and was in fact getting me hard again.

    Patrick motioned me to the bed next to where David was still breathing and touching himself. I was positioned on the edge of the bed with my head hanging off the edge.  Patrick stood on top of me, hard cock in front of my face.

    “I’m going to enjoy this” he grinned.

    I opened my mouth and Patrick pushed it all the way in that it went to the back of my throat. I was a bit relaxed at this point and my mouth was being used as a fuck toy with Patrick’s cock just going in an out and I try to catch breaths in between. I started playing with myself when I felt a warm mouth around my cock.  David had moved towards us and started sucking me.  I was in ecstasy at the feeling of him sucking.  He was a real expert using his tongue to explore my cock licking it from my balls all the way to the tip and back. No wonder Jeff enjoyed earlier, David was a pro.

     “I hope your hungry Sean” Patrick blurted out as he pushed as far as it would go and came in my mouth and down my throat. It had a sweet aftertaste that instantly got me hooked on his juice.

    He removed his softening cock as I gulped down the last of his cum and gave me a big kiss. We made out for a bit while David was still hungrily working on my cock. I pulled David up to me and Patrick for a torrid 3-way kiss and this lasted for a good few minutes.

    When we finally stopped, Patrick said he’d go and check on people while I headed to the common area to grab a drink.

    As I made my way to the living room where most of the drinks were, it was impossible not to notice all the sex that was going on. There were sounds coming from all the rooms and guys making out everywhere. On the couch in the living room, there were two guys making out while they were each being sucked, one of whom was being fucked mercilessly.

    I was totally buzzed. Maybe it was being lightly drugged or maybe the drinks but I managed to get to the table and grab a bottle of water that I gulped down as I started to sweat.

    “There are you are” Anton said from behind as he slapped my bare ass as he came up from behind me.

    “Oh hey, I was just getting something to drink.” I said

    “Yeah I saw you with David and Patrick in the room making out. You wanna quench that thirst with something else?”

    “What did you have in mind?” I said looking straight down at his crotch.

    “I just came from that room over here” he said motioning to one of the bedrooms at the far side of the apartment.”

    “I think you’d find a lot to drink over there.”

    “Okay, let’s see.” I said as I followed him into the room.

    The room was pretty dark with the curtains closed but there was enough light to see what was going on. 

    In the middle of the room was this guy I recognized.  He was on his back with both his legs up in the air as he was being fucked by a daddy-type black man with a massive cock. It must’ve been something like 12 or 13” and really thick. The boy would probably be moaning had it not been for Jeff on the other end face fucking his hard cock into the boys mouth as it hung over the edge of the bed. The boy also had a cock in each hand jacking them off while 2 more guys were around him jerking off watching this kid get totally fucked from both ends.

    Anton motioned that we join in the circle around the boy so right as soon as the 2 guys jacking off sprayed their cum onto the boy’s hard cock and body, we took their place. I caressed his toned body from his nipple down to his cum-soaked stomach and crotch with my finger and he jerked a bit at the contact. He looked my way and when I saw his face I realized that it was Joel.

    Joel was an underclassman two years my junior when I was in high school.  He always looked cute with his well-groomed hair and was active in sports.  I learned that he was still in high school, currently captain of the soccer team and that he just turned 18 about 3 weeks ago.  Since he wasn’t in the room with us newbees earlier, I assumed this wasn’t his first time at an orgy and by the look of pure lust in his eyes as he was being pounded on both ends, it won’t be his last.

    After a few minutes of merciless pounding by that 13” monster, the black man gave out a loud “Ahhhhhhh” and came inside Joel’s destroyed ass. He pulled it out and jerked it off a bit spraying another load on Joel’s cock and stomach mixing the already dried cum with his fresh batch.

    Joel was spent.

    Jeff had stopped face fucking Joel long enough for Joel to catch his breath. Jeff bend down and whispered in Joel’s ear “that’s a good little slut.”

    “Okay, so who’s next?” Jeff asked scanning the room.

    Immediately, Anton, who was across me jerking off as well over Joel’s body grabbed my shoulders and pushed my down onto the bed next to Joel.

    “I think Sean would like to volunteer” he announced.

    I would have objected but honestly I was still light headed and was seriously horny so I just went with the flow. Before I knew it Anton was behind me lifting my legs the same way Joel’s was being lifted earlier by the black guy.  Jeff came over to me grabbed a bottle of poppers from the side pocket of his leather chaps for me to sniff.

    I could feel the cum and sweat-soaked bed on my back as I inhaled deeply. Joel, who was beside me on the bed gave me this look that said I was in for a long night while Anton stuffed his cock into my ass.

    I cried in pain momentarily but soon ceased as the combination of poppers, drinks and the light drugging earlier started relaxing my body.  I could feel his hard cock inside my ass and I was in heaven.

    Jeff came over and started using my mouth the same way he did Joel’s but this time, he was thrusting in and out much more aggressively.  In no time at all he started cumming in my mouth.  It went down smoothly without me wasting a single drop.  Just as soon as he finished, another cock was lined up shoving it into down my throat.  This one wasn’t as thick but was fairly long and I struggled to catch my breath as he’d keep it down my throat for prolonged thrusts at a time.

    My rock-hard cock at this time was totally leaking but wasn’t getting any attention so I started jerking it when I felt my had being removed from it and its place something very warm and wet. I glanced over while still being face fucked and saw that Joel was now sitting on my cock. I could feel the cum from that black guy that came in his ass just a few minutes ago drip onto my balls as Joe’s well-stretched ass started bobbing up and down my throbbing member.  He was jacking off too watching my cock disappear into his ass while my face was buried in some other guys crotch.

    I sucked and gulped down 3 loads when Anton’s cock started pulsing. He had stopped thrusting and just kept it in place inside my ass but I could feel that he was about to cum.  The pulsing increased as fresh streams of hot cum bred my insides.  This was too much for me and I started cumming again into Joel’s ass who was still sitting on top of me jerking his cock.

    After cumming, Joel got off my cock and squarely pointed his own hard member right at my face as I was sucking another guy.  Joel splattered all over my check and neck and collapsed onto my body cum mixing everywhere.

    By now Anton had pulled out of my ass and told me to sit down on the floor.  I obeyed and resumed sucking the guy whose cock I last had in my mouth.  A few other guys from the other rooms had come in and surrounded me all pointing their cocks at my mouth.  I started sucking them, sometimes one at a time, sometime two at a time but by the time I had finished them off, it was over an hour later and I had taken over a dozen loads in my mouth.

    I exited the room looking like a total slut. I could still feel the cum in my ass form Anton’s earlier fucking while my body was a mix of dried and wet cum.  I scanned around and saw that a number of guys were looking as cum-drenched as I was and I gave them a quick nod and they nodded back at me.

    I downed a whole bottle of beer on the table, sat on the table and passed out.

    When I woke up, things had pretty much finished already. Most of the guys had left and a number of them were in the shower or getting dressed.  I looked around for someone I knew and spotted Patrick who came over and gave me a quick kiss.

    “Good morning sunshine” he said.  It was about 2:00AM

    “Sorry, I must’ve passed out.”

    “No shit.” He said.  “Then again, after the number of loads you took, you deserved it. I could hear some of the guys earlier saying that there was this hot slut in the other room just taking load after load down his throat.”

    I managed a laugh at that and thanked him for the invite.

    “Well I just help out here. Jeff and some of the other guys are ones behind this all. Anyway, I don’t think there’s a spare dry towel here anymore but if you’re not keen on heading back home looking like THAT, I can lend you mine.”

    I took him up on his offer, took a fairly long hot shower in one of the empty bathrooms got dressed and said my goodbyes to Patrick and Jeff who were still there.

    When I got home I collapsed onto my bed and had the longest sleeps I’ve ever had.

    ——————–

    Two weeks later I still couldn’t believe what had happened and all of my daily jerk-off sessions were pretty much me remembering the events of that night.

    I was walking home on a Wednesday when my phone buzzed.

    It was the Grindr account that first invited me.

    It was a generic reminder to keep everything that happened discreet.  Just a generic message I assumed but before I put my phone back in my pocked a number of additional messages came in.

    My jaw dropped with what I saw. They sent 4 photos.

    Each was of a boy, fully naked, blindfolded and on all fours.  They were fully shaven neck down and was wearing a leather collar around their neck with a leash that was held by a figure out of frame.

    Of the 4 boys sent, I recognized David and Joel as two of them.

    I was about to message a reply asking what was up but then they sent a fifth photo.

    It was the same setting, same platform but instead of a boy, just the leather collar, leash and blindfold on top of it.  Beside all that was a name card that read “Sean”.

    The next message that followed was simply “You in?”

  • project sex

    Dan was really sad. he was sad because Jack had to move away for work reasons. He broke the news to Dan while they were fucking to congratulate their graduation. “you can’t move!”, Dan had said. “Sorry Dan, I have to”, replied Jack. 

    Ever since then Dan has been really sad, and he hadn’t had sex for months. One day he was working out in the gym, where he saw a really cute guy sit down next to him. Dan was watching him from the corner of his eye. not only was the guy cute, he was really fit. Dan had to really resist the urge to lunge at him. Instead Dan watched him. when the guy went to change, the gym was already empty. So Dan pretended not to notice the guy, and took of his really sweaty shorts, boxers, and shirt. then when he was naked he started for the shower, and “accidently” tripped and ended up with his Dick in the guy’s ass. 

    the guy said nothing, just grabbed his Dan’s hand and his own dick, and put it in Dan’s hand. then he grabbed Dan’s ass and started fingering him. then after half a minute of this he asked Dan if he wants to go to his house. Dan said yes, and the man introduced himself as Tom. Tom and Dan got dressed, and went out to Tom’s car. All the way to Tom’s house, Dan had his hands in Tom’s pants (they purposely didn’t put on boxers), and was giving Tom’s dick a handjob. 

    when they got to Tom’s house they rushed in and Dan started pulling off his pants, so Tom could repay the favour by giving his dick a handjob, and maybe even sucking his dick. but Tom said, “we have to take it slow”, and pushed Dan on to the couch, grabbed Dan’s ass, and started kissing him. Dan smiled, grabbed Tom’s ass, and kissed Tom passionately. while they were making out they started stripping each other, and before long Dan and Tom were making out passionately, while fingering each other’s ass’s, and clapping their dicks together. this made them super hard.

    then Tom stopped and grabbed Dan by the dick and pulled him to the bedroom. in the bedroom Dan rushed ahead of Tom, lied on the bed, and spread his legs wide open. “I don’t want to be rude”, said Tom, and put his dick in Dan’s mouth before sucking Dan’s dick. 

    After about a minute Dan said to Tom, “I’m going to blow”, and Tom said, “wait for me I’m almost there. so Dan waited, and they cummed into each others mouths and the same time.

    then Tom got off of Dan, flipped Dan over, and put his hard, wet, dick into Dan’s ass. Dan was in heaven. “HARDER, FASTER, STRONGER”, he yelled, and Tom obediently obliged. then Tom cummed in Dan’s ass. and Dan felt he couldn’t take it, he pushed Tom off of him, put him on his knees, and put his dick in Tom’s ass. at the same time he grabbed Tom’s dick, and stroked it, and lied with his balls. “FUCK ME HARDER”, yelled Tom, and Dan did so, and grabbed Tom’s dick and pulled. Tom hit an orgasm and cummed all over himself. Dan got out of him, cummed a little all over Tom’s body, and then lied down on Tom and did 69. then he got of and they both licked the cum that got on their bodies off.

    THE END

    p.s. if you want another chapter, comment in the comment section where Dan should meet his next sex partner.

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