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  • Ryan’s Bust Up

    The electric buzzing woke me from a twilight sleep. I had gone to bed early to watch some television after a relaxing night in, a long bath and a nice bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. I had been watching some late night repeat of “Love Island” or a copycat version of it and must have dozed off.

    I realised my entry intercom was buzzing so I clambered to the door and gave a very unfriendly, “Yes!!!”

    “Hi Matt, it’s Ryan here can I come in?”

    I buzzed in my mate and was puzzled by his impromptu visit at 11.00 at night.

    As he stumbled through the door, my first instinct was that he was drunk, but he quickly gathered his senses and said, “Hi, can you put me up tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

    Ryan knew that though I had a really nice modern flat, the cost of a stylish and modern apartment had quickly made a two bedroom flat out of my budget. At 24 I should be lucky to have my own place anyway.

    “I had a blazing row with Kirsty,” he said, mentioning his rather fickle girlfriend.

    He was besotted by this self centred, Facebook addicted, egotistical and over made up Barbie doll. OK, I’m biased. I’m gay, Ryan thinks I’m bi and I have always fancied the pants off him so I’m jealous. She’s still a painted Barbie doll though and far too good for him but he can’t see it.

    “What was it this time?” I asked, resigning myself to a long night.

    I automatically went to the fridge and popped open a couple of beers, handing one to him.

    “We were out for drink and she said I spent too much time talking to another girl there and not enough time for her. She stormed out of the bar so I went back to the flat with her but she just got angrier so I locked myself in the bathroom so she got madder and started hammering the door with the steam iron.”

    My thoughts were how stupid a steam iron is as a weapon, and then what sort of indentation would it make if it came in contact with a skull. I had long suggested they shouldn’t rent a flat together but he was in love and she figured he was her “Ken.” Now Ryan was no “Ken” but did I mention she definitely looked like a Barbie! Ryan’s beauty was in the fact that he wasn’t a beauty, at least not in the “US gay porn movie muscular blonde.” sort of way. He was a beauty in the “really quite cute, boy next door, short hair cut, nice well built body, yet slim” sort of way.

    “So when she went off to wail to her mother on the phone, I just took to my heels and dashed out of the door shouting that I would be back in morning when she had calmed down.”

    I hadn’t realised he was still talking as I had been re-evaluating his looks in my slightly drunken state. I was wearing a short cotton gown which I had quickly wrapped around myself and thankfully had some sexy tight shorts on underneath, even if I say so myself.

    I got the gist of the story. This fiery relationship had been going on for about a year and though he had never turned up at my door before, I knew they had been arguing a lot, mainly over her possessive jealousy.

    He went on and on. He was angry because he hadn’t had his pre-going out, shag that he had expected so I get the feeling his evening hadn’t started well and had gone downhill from there. Ryan talked a lot about sex.  Though he was besotted by Barbie, sorry, Kirsty, it never stopped him talking about any decent looking piece of skirt he happened to pass when we were out together so maybe she had a point!

    I only had six beers in the fridge so after an hour, he held up another bottle of New Zealand’s finest and asked if he could open it. I reluctantly agreed, knowing what my head would be like in the morning. Thankfully the next day was a Saturday so no work. He kept checking his phone so by now she had probably tracked him to my flat and decided to leave him to fall back in love and apologise in the morning.

    I let him take the lead with the drink and as the bottle finished I made some green tea to settle us both.

    “And now I’ve got a fucking headache, he said, opening a bottle of pills and washing two or three down.

    He laid the brown bottle on the breakfast bar of my open plan kitchen/lounge and asked if I had anything he could wear. I suggested a massive, long t-shirt I used to sleep in and he grabbed it. He went to the toilet and came back wearing it, doing a fake model-like twirl and raising it to show his black Armani pants, not that I was looking in any detail. He flopped on my two-seater sofa and promptly fell on the floor.

    “For fuck’s sake Ryan, just go through and get in the bed through there”.

    It was a massive queen size anyway, He didn’t need telling again and was off almost immediately. I thought it better to clean up in case he fell over something during the night on his way back to the toilet. When the glasses were away I picked up his “headache” tablets and saw that they were Valium, with Kirsty’s name on them. He had obviously picked them up while locked in her toilet, thinking he might need them to help sleep. I then wondered if he had taken two or three.

    Anyway I locked up, went to the room and with only the overbed side lights on, climbed in beside an already snoring Ryan. The duvet had been folded back to let him in and hardly pulled back over his beautiful body at all. That meant his right leg was showing nakedly out of the bed as well as the right half of his torso. I lay beside him looking at the cute little face snoring happily.

    “Would you like me to pull up the covers Ryan,” I asked.

    The response was as close to zero as was possible.

    I got out of the bed and walked round to pull up the duvet but as I stood looking at his helpless, exposed body, my cock began to stir. I had, of course, had carnal thoughts about Ryan in the past but these were more for my wanking, fantasy entertainment than anything I ever expected to act out. I shook him to ask if he wanted tucked in. Not only was there no reaction but he didn’t even grunt. I started to shake him almost violently and he was like a slab of marble. I half expected a growl of displeasure and perhaps for him to turn away but there was no reaction.

    My cock was pressing hard against my pants and the head of it was hurting, trying to escape the confines of Mr. Klein’s cotton fabric. I eased it down the leg to ease the pressure and my own touch to my cock made me realise I was leaking profusely. I walked back round and took my phone from the charger, taking a few pictures of my fantasy man for future visual excitement.

    After a couple of semi-innocent shots I pulled the cover right back and took some with the t-shirt riding up just enough to show the bottom of his underwear. Then I teased it up more, and more until his lightly, blonde haired chest was visible as was his beautifully packaged cock and balls, More pictures and then I stroked his bulge. It was soft but obviously well endowed. I felt a little guilty so again, tried to rouse him. The response was like talking to a brick wall.

    I pulled my gown off and laid it on the back of a chair and then gently eased down his pants. I was able to slide the t-shirt right up to his shoulders and there before me, was a beautiful, uncut, specimen of manhood. It was a thick cock, probably about four inches in it’s soft state and his balls were shaved and tight, full of sperm, I assumed. He still had some hair around his pubic region but his balls were smooth. I snapped away as I went along and then dropped to my knees at the side of the bed to take his cock in my mouth. The salty, manly taste, immediately filled my mouth and I managed the whole cock, filling all the space in my mouth with my lips pressed against his pubic bone. I held and caressed his balls. I slid my own pants off so was now naked and praying there was no change in his current unconscious state or I was up shit creek without a paddle.

    I must have sucked for about ten minutes just enjoying the soft male organ squishing around in my mouth and filling every available space. I slid my mouth off and went to my bedside drawer to take out a leather cock strap. This was just a single piece of leather with press studs. I wrapped it as tight at I dared around his balls and then took his soft cock in my left hand and my own cock in my right and started to wank him. There was, of course, little response. I had my poppers to hand so sniffed them, just to give me little “high.”

    I took a few more snaps and a little video then wondered.

    I gently put the poppers to his nose and held them allowing his breathing to take in the fumes. I held them there for easily a minute, took one more hit myself and then dropped down to wank him again. There was a little stirring, way down in the base. I kept going quite frantically, cupping his balls, sucking a little, wanking a little until he seemed to have a semi-erection. From that point, his cock rose quite quickly and soon I was snapping, sucking and stroking a beautifully thick seven inch cock, the head peeking out from the foreskin which had slid back to present it’s contents.

    I must have spent ten or maybe even fifteen minutes wanking and sucking. I licked his balls and even fingered his arse. During all this, his cock stayed upright like a flagpole. I had thought it would have been almost impossible to keep it erect but it willed itself to show me it’s full glory. I climbed on to the edge of the bed and took Ryan’s limp hand wrapping it around my hard cock and guided him to wank me. The pleasure was immeasurable as I pushed my cock into his lightly clenched hand, gripped in mine to keep it in place. My cock was leaking profusely so I climbed just a little higher and offered my dripping cock to his mouth, slightly parting his lips to allow me in as far as his teeth would permit. The clear liquid was around his lips and even running down his chin. What a shot that was! Then I had an evil thought!

    I went back round the bed and took some lube from my table. I lubricated my hole making sure it was well opened. I returned and went back to re-encourage Ryan’s slightly drooping cock to return, surprisingly quickly, to it’s full glory. I set my phone on movie mode and left it on a stand at the side of the bed. I rubbed lube around the entire length of his cock and clambered on the bed to sit astride him and face him. Thankfully he had been on his back for the entire time.

    I gripped his cock and lowered my arse down. It really didn’t take long and it slid straight in. If this was a normal session I would take time to adjust and slide the cock in inch my inch but I didn’t have time, plus I was horny as fuck. I sat straight down on his cock without even stopping at any stage and the entire, thick beast went all the way to the hilt. It hurt but in an exquisite way. I started to ride up and down, while wanking my cock, aimed straight at Ryan’s face. Much as I would have liked to blast a load with his cock in me, I really wanted to see if I could make him cum. I wasn’t sure if it would be possible.

    I rode him him for about ten minutes. My hole was accepting his cock like a gift from Heaven, sending tingles through my body. I am normally the top but I really wanted to be Ryan’s bitch this time.

    When I had finished, I returned to his bedside and gently wiped the lube off his cock, returning my attention to his stiff beauty. I wanked, I sucked and though it was brick hard it seemed as though my  final pleasure was going to be denied so I decided to pop his cock in my mouth and wank myself off. I was just about to place my mouth over him when without any warning from his cock, or body, a stream of cum shot over my face and mouth. I didn’t count but I would have guessed eight or nine shots and dripping. Wonderfully ammonia-smelling, cum smothered me. I stood up, the liquid running down my body and fired my load over Ryan’s neck and mouth. There was a slight grunt, and then he went back to snoring.

    As you might imagine, the enormity of it all then hit me and a mad ten minutes of mopping up followed. I managed to mop him up and dress him before rushing to clean myself grab my phone and jump into bed, my heart pumping in my chest. I lay there, light on, looking at him, still blissfully sleeping until my heart rate returned to near normal before eventually switching off the lights and falling asleep.

    I woke in the morning on my left hand side to find a stiff cock pressing my buttocks and Ryan’s arm across me, spooning!

    My movement must have woken him and he groggily awoke, realised where he was and where his stiff cock was prodding before, quickly pulling back, mumbling an apology.

    “Sorry mate, thought I was in bed with Kirsty,” he said.

    “Don’t worry,” I replied as I climbed out of bed, my own erection sticking out proudly,” Most of us waken that way in the morning don’t we?”

    He smiled and climbed out, this time not covering his own erection in his pants and said, “Yeh, I suppose we do.”

    It was patently obvious he had no recollection of my one hour session the previous night and, rightly or wrongly, my guilt disappeared leaving me with a keenness to get my hands of my phone and copy the evidence to my computer as soon as I could so I could drool over it and relive it all again at my own pace.

    His phone had a number of texts from his loved one so he left after some tea and toast, thanking me for the hospitality and saying he knew where to find refuge should she do this to him again.

    The thing is, I knew she would!


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  • Drinking Games – Dirty Bets

    Freshman year of high school, my hormones were running my life. Jerking off every single day, sometimes twice or a marathon if my parents were out. At first I thought I had a problem, but talking to my best friend Tim I realized I was fairly normal. 

    Tim and I had become really good friends over the summer between junior high and freshman year of high school. My family had moved to the same block Tim lived on so, through proximity we became best friends. We didn’t have much in common, but our interests were not far off. He was an athlete, loved baseball, I was on the swim team so we did train together. It was mostly running.

    By the fall, we were best friends. He and I did everything together. Almost every weekend he would spend the night at my place or I would his place. A couple times we jerked off in the same room. It was an under the blankets thing, but it was still so much fun to share that experience with each other. We didn’t do that often, just when sleeping over when we were both really horny…just to get off. It would be weird if we liked doing it together right?

    The weekend of Thanksgiving my parents were away, they were driving my older brother Jeremy and his girlfriend back to college and made a weekend of it out of state. So naturally me and Tim planned a three day weekend of being stupid. No sooner did my parents drive away Friday morning, Tim was knocking on my door.

    The evening started out like any other. Mostly horror movies, pizza and can after can of Pepsi. Somewhere around 9pm Tim was getting bored of the blood and guts, “not enough tits” he joked. I was amped up from all the caffeine, and needed to blow off some energy before we called it a night.

    “I can’t believe your prude parents let that hot girl stay over for Thanksgiving” Tim said.

    “Yeah, and they let her sleep in Jeremy’s room too,” I laughed.

    “Do you think they were fucking?” Tim asked with a huge grin, and adjusted himself in his basketball shorts.

    “I think so, my room shares a wall with them and I either heard them doing it or they were playing tennis at 1 in the morning” I laughed.

    “Awesome, tell me you jerked it while listening?” he asked.

    I blushed, “well I was jerking off before I noticed the sound, but I just imagined I was fucking her and that did the trick,” I laughed, miming jerking off and having an orgasm.

    “Let’s go see if there’s evidence,” he suggested.

    My hormones in full swing, any evidence of a hot nude girl having been in the house would give me jerk off material for a week. We went into Jeremy’s room, it was a bit of a mess. We entered like it was a crime scene, at first not touching anything. Then Tim hopped on the bed and started humping the air, moaning and pretending to fuck a girl that wasn’t there. I just laughed at him.

    I opened his night stand, there were a couple condoms and some lube.

    “Well, they definitely were prepared for sex” I pointed out, holding up the condoms and lube, then set them on the night stand.

    “That doesn’t mean anything, could be from when he was living here” Tim suggested.

    “True, or maybe he used them to jerk off,” I said.

    “I heard about making a fleshlight out of condoms, probably what he did,” Tim joked.

    I went over to the clothes basket, there were dirty clothes and I carefully picked through. I saw no evidence of her clothes but I found a pair of his dirty underwear and held them up.

    “Here’s some evidence,” I said.

    “Of what? You and your brother wear briefs so he’s likely a virgin just like you” Tim laughed.

    “Fuck you dude, you’re just jealous because I have a dick that’s big enough to need the support and yours is nonexistent in those ratty old boxers” I jabbed.

    “Jokes on you, my Mom got me some new trunks to hold my junk,” he said.

    “Your Mommy needs to buy you some balls to put in them” I laughed.

    Tim grabbed Jeremy’s briefs from me, “looks like your brother blew his load in these,” he pointed out.

    Looking inside there were some white tracks in the package area.

    “Nah, that’s just pre-cum, it happens to mine too if I get hard wearing them,” I told him.

    “So every five minutes” he jabbed.

    Tim tossed the underwear back into the bin and went over to the dresser.

    “Oh shit, your brother has one of those old Super Nintendo systems?” he said.

    “Yeah, that’s the original, not the emulator” I told him.

    He started digging through the top drawer.

    “Dude, check it out,” Tim said, holding up what could only be a joint.

    “Oh shit” I said, taking it from him. “You think it’s weed?” I asked.

    “Only one way to find out,” he said with a mischievous look, and tossed it to me. “Bro, there’s more,” he said, pulling out a bottle of whiskey.

    “Oh wow, my parents would kill him for bringing this into the house” I said.

    “Well we’re just going to have to dispose of it, you know…to protect Jeremy” Tim laughed.

    “Maybe later” I said nervously, never having tried alcohol or weed.

    Tim opened the bottle, took a swig and made a disgusted face, then laughed, “good stuff” he could barely say. Then passed it to me. I wanted to try it, and certainly had to now that he tried it. I closed my eyes and took a huge swig.

    Coughing, “oh yeah…smooth.” I passed it back to him, feeling it burn all the way into my stomach. He laughed at me.

    I went over to the desk, there was a small trash bin between the nightstand and the desk. I looked in, there were some tissues.

    “Yo, do you think those are from cleaning up after sex or just…like regular tissues?” I asked, showing Tim the bin.

    “Probably tissues from him jerking off, he’s probably in the friend-zone” Tim laughed and took the bin from me.

    I lay down on the floor and started looking under the bed.

    “Oh shit, dude” Tim said.

    I rolled over onto my back to see what he was excited about.

    “Gross, is that a used condom?” I asked.

    “Fuck yeah it is” Tim said, examining it.

    “Don’t touch it dude,” I said, grossed out.

    “Why?” he asked.

    “I don’t know, because it was on my brother’s hard dick” I laughed.

    “Yeah, it was also inside her vagina” Tim said, matter of factly.

    “Still, that’s Jeremy’s cum inside it,” I said cringing.

    “I don’t care, I’ve had my own cum on me so many times, it’s all the same” he laughed.

    “But it’s different when it’s your cum” I said, trying to sound cool and not uptight.

    “Don’t be such a punk” he said, “this is the closest you’ll ever come to touching a vagina in real life” he held out the used condom for me to take.

    I was not comfortable touching it and he could tell so he started waving it around in my personal space.

    “Don’t be a baby Noah, just touch it” he said, shaking it around.

    “Gross dude, no way,” I said.

    “Just touch it,” he said again grinning.

    “I’ll touch it if you lick it” I countered.

    He laughed, “that’s gross, but I’ll lick it if you put the tip in your mouth” he countered.

    “Nasty dude, no way,” I said.

    “It would be like you technically ate her out dude” he pointed out.

    That didn’t make sense to me, but at the same time it kinda did and my hormones were in overdrive and I took the condom. It was cold and felt weird. It was tied in a knot at the open end, I guess to keep the cum from oozing out into the trash bin. I held it by the rubber band end between the tips of my fingers.

    “Do it dude” Tim said in a daring tone.

    “I have to put it in my mouth?” I said cringing.

    “Yeah, and then I’ll do it too, I’ll put the full length up to the knot in my mouth” he laughed, assuming I’d chicken out.

    “Fuck” I said, then quickly put the tip in my mouth and quickly pulled it out. “Ugh, so gross” I almost gagged. It was so cold and felt so weird in my mouth, also something about the latex left a weird taste in my mouth.

    Tim busted out laughing, “Holy shit dude, I can’t believe you did that. I really thought you’d be a punk” he continued to laugh.

    “Your turn” I said very seriously, holding it out for him to take.

    “Ah…”

    “Unless you’re a punk” I cut him off, not letting him give me an excuse not to.

    “I’m not a punk” he said, taking it from me.

    He had it pinched at the rubber band end and held it up above his head so the length pointed down to his mouth. I just stared.

    “Oh God, so gross, you gotta do it” I antagonized.

    “Just the tip” he said, cringing.

    “Nope, I did the tip, you have to go down to the knot” I laughed.

    “Fuck, ok” he said.

    Closing his eyes, he held his head back, opened his mouth and slowly lowered it in. Once it was down to the knot, he closed his mouth around it, opened his eyes looking right at me and slowly pulled it out until the tip filled with cum popped out of his mouth making a weird squishy noise.

    “Ugh…oh God that was weirder than I thought it would be” He started to gag.

    I died laughing. “So fucking gross” I continued to laugh at him.

    “Bleh, that latex leaves a lingering taste doesn’t it?” he said.

    “Yeah, it really does” I laughed.

    He went over to the bottle of whiskey and took a swig, wincing he passed it to me. I took a smaller swig, just to wash away that latex flavor. 

    “Oh man, that’s possibly a worse taste” I said, shaking my head and capping the bottle.

    “Well, I guess it’s safe to say your brother got in that hottie” he laughed.

    “Unless he just used the condom to jerk off” I laughed.

    Tim laughed, “oh man I hope not, that would mean I basically sucked your brothers dick” he continued to laugh.

    I laughed at him and nodded along.

    “Don’t laugh, I may have sucked a dick, but you sucked your brother’s dick” he laughed.

    “Shit, good point, let’s assume my brother fucked her then,” I said and took another swig of the whiskey.

    Tim took another swig, “agreed.”

    I couldn’t help but notice Tim was slightly aroused in his gym shorts. Not hard, but a noticeable bulge. For some reason that made me start to get aroused. I decided it was becasue I hadn’t jerked off yet today and all this talk of sex was getting me going.

    “So you jerked off listening to your brother having sex?” he asked, putting the condom on the nightstand.

    “I…not exactly” I said, a little embarrassed.

    “Yeah you did, perv” he teased.

    “Technically I was jerking off already, I just happened to hear some sounds that could’ve been sex and…”

    “It made you cum” he laughed, cutting me off.

    “Basically,” I admitted.

    I took another swig of whiskey.

    “Well what did you hear?” he asked.

    “I don’t know, I think I heard the bed squeaking” I hopped on the bed, and pretended to hump a girl in a missionary position that didn’t exist.

    “I don’t hear any squeaking” he laughed, he took another swig. Then hopped up on the bed behind me.

    He pretended to hump me from behind, we both laughed but the bed did make some subtle squeaking noises. So he pushed me down flat and started grinding against me. We were both fully clothed and joking around, but I did feel his bulge rub against my ass and he felt semi-hard at this point. I didn’t say anything to stop it, I wasn’t sure what was happening. There’s no way he didn’t realize I could feel that.

    I tried to push him off, but he’s a little bit bigger and stronger than me all the way around. I’m about 5’4” and he’s about 5’8”, I weigh about 120 and he weighs about 140. He has the extra muscle from working out for baseball, whereas I am more lean from swimming. I’m not weak, he’s just stronger. Trying to wrestle him has always been a losing battle for me. I just rolled onto my back so he couldn’t fake hump my ass anymore.

    He stopped immediately, but I could see his semi bulging in his shorts. I pretended not to notice. I just laughed at him.

    “Do you think he took her from behind or missionary?” Tim asked.

    He was basically straddling me at this point, so I thrust my hips up into him, “she’s probably into riding a big dick” I laughed. I thrust a few times into him but wearing briefs my cock and balls didn’t have the swing his had, so I don’t think he felt my junk like I did his when he thrust me from behind.

    He laughed, “assuming your brother has a big dick.”

    I laughed, “well, mine is huge so he had to get at least a big dick” I joked.

    He got off of me, grabbed the whiskey and took a swig. He passed it to me, I took a swig. Something about his mood changed.

    “You ever ‘drink and drive’?” he asked.

    “What, that’s dumb and no, I have never drank…before this” I laughed.

    He laughed, “not like that, it’s where you play Mario Kart and the loser takes a shot after every round.”

    “Oh, can’t say that I have.”

    “Want to? We have plenty more rounds in this bottle?” he asked, holding up the bottle.

    “I’m down, but be prepared to lose,” I suggested.

    “You talk a big game Noah, I’ll bet I beat you within the first three rounds.”

    “What do you want to bet?” I asked.

    “I don’t know something big,” he said.

    “Well it can’t be worse than putting that used condom in my mouth” I laughed and cringed at the thought.

    “Oh I know”, he walked over to the hamper. He pulled out that pair of underwear with the precum in them. “The loser has to wear these, and only these for the rest of the night” he said very seriously.

    “Ah, that’s gross, I’m in” I laughed. 

    I was starting to feel light headed already. We played a game, I won. He took his shot.

    “Fuck, lets go” he said getting amped.

    Second game, I won, he took another shot.

    “Shit dude, you’re fucking going down,” he said.

    Third game was close, neither of us came in first but I barely placed ahead of him in 5th place.

    “That doesn’t count,” he said.

    “Fuck do you mean it doesn’t count? I beat you,” I told him.

    “You just lost better than I did,” he laughed.

    “You’re just trying to punk out,” I told him.

    “Fuck that, I’m not a punk, you just can’t get away with out some sort of punishment” he said.

    “Like what?” I asked.

    “Well, I’ll take my punishment, but you should have to take a shot too” he made sense.

    I laughed, quickly took the bottle and took a swig. “Ugh…there,” I said tossing him Jeremy’s underwear.

    He stood up, twirled the briefs around his finger like a hula hoop and laughed. He turned his back to me, dropped his shorts and boxers revealing his hairless ass. One foot, then the other into the briefs and pulled them up snapping the waistband once they were up. He turned around as if modeling them for me.

    I laughed, “shirt too, your rule was the loser had to only wear the underwear.”

    He gave me a fake scowl, quickly grabbed his shirt from the back of the neck and pulled it over his head and tossed it at me with a laugh.

    “Happy?” he asked, doing a little dance that made his package bounce.

    “How’s Jeremy’s crusted undies feel?” I asked as a joke.

    “Surprisingly comfortable” he laughed.

    I couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in the gray sport briefs. His toned body didn’t have any fat and they really accented his muscled ass and package in a way I never noticed when I saw him in his loose fitting boxers. I’m not sure if it was the underwear or him, but his dick looked big in them, maybe he was getting turned on?

    “Next round, if you lose you have to take a shot and strip to your underwear” he said.

    “And when I win?” I asked, very cocky.

    “I don’t know, if you win I’ll…let you suck my dick” he laughed.

    I laughed, “fuck no, but if I win…you have to suck on the knotted end of the condom.”

    “Ew, that’s nasty. That end definitely had your brothers dick in it and probably has some of his juices on it,” he said.

    “I’d be scared too if I sucked as bad as you,” I told him.

    “Ok, fine, I’ll take that dare, but if you lose you have to strip to your underwear and hold the condom in your underwear until I lose a round,” he countered.

    “That’s so weird, but you’re going to be sucking latex” I laughed.

    “Wait, do we have to come in first or just beat each other?” Tim asked.

    “Hmm…I’m going to win either way so I guess it’s up to you.”

    “Ok, how about this, if the winner also comes in first place the loser has to do both dares” he laughed.

    I laughed, feeling really tipsy but also confident I would win. “You’re on.”

    We played the next round, did a random course and my bad luck…it was a course I struggled with. It was a pretty close game. He was doing really well, I had some setbacks but caught up with some red shells. On the last round he was in second and I was in third closing in on the finish line. All of a sudden stupid Princess Peach used a lightning bolt and we all shrank. I got run over, 4th place, 5th place.

    “Fuck yes!” he shouted, crossing into first and the finish line in the last millisecond.

    “Nooooooo!!!!” I shouted.

    “Suck that condom!” he laughed maniacally, handing me the whiskey.

    I took my shot like a champ at this point, a slightly bigger shot than I had all night because…fuck I just lost big.

    “Where is it?” I asked, definitely feeling on my way to being drunk.

    He hopped off the bed, grabbing it from the dresser, walking slowly over to me with a huge grin on his face. I couldn’t help but notice how his package moved in those briefs as he walked, I don’t know why but I thought it was hot. He handed me the condom.

    “Fuck, ok, you’re really going to make me do this?” I asked.

    “Hell yeah, man up, put it in your mouth” he laughed.

    I looked at it, the cum still in the reservoir tip, the knot between my fingers and the open end…still open and looked wet.

    Tim just laughed at me, “don’t think about it, just do it!”

    “Ugh…” I shook my head.

    I closed my eyes and put the open end in my mouth. Instant latex flavor.

    “Put your tongue inside” Tim laughed.

    I did as he said, I slid my tongue inside where my brothers dick had definitely been about 20 hours ago. It was still a little wet, I started to gag a little and pulled it out of my mouth.

    “Thats…ugh…fucking disgusting” I gagged and laughed.

    Tim laughed at me, “ugh, you’ve practically sucked your brothers dick.”

    “You’re so twisted,” I laughed.

    “You’re not done yet, shorts off” he said.

    I did a little strip tease, slowly letting the shorts down over my round butt, exposing the package in the front. My shorts hit the ground. I held up the condom from the knot.

    “In the front or the back?” I asked.

    “Right between the cheeks” he said with a laugh.

    I laughed, “You’re so weird.”

    I dropped it into the back of my underwear and let the waistband snap shut of my stipped Jockey briefs.

    “No no, right between the cheeks, turn around” he said.

    I turned my back to him. I felt him grab the waistband of my briefs and stretch it out. He reached into my underwear, brushing my butt and grabbed the condom. Holding it once again by the knot, I felt it lengthwise between my ass cheeks. His hand resting just above my ass where the crack starts sending shivers up my spine and kinda made my dick twitch.

    “Clench” he said.

    I did and I could feel the cold latex filled with cum between my cheeks. It felt so gross, but at the same time, kinda hot in a weird way.

    “There, now sit” he laughed.

    I sat back on the end of the bed like before, still clenching. Tim sat back down next to me. I looked over at his bulge, it looked slightly bigger than before. I wanted to see it, just to compare. I slowly looked up his body, impressed by how defined he was for being only 6 months older than me. Eventually making eye contact. I was definitely feeling drunk at this point.

    “Let’s go,” I said.

    “What are the stakes?” he asked.

    “Loser takes a shot” I laughed.

    “Obviously. Alright, if I win…” he started to say.

    “Nothing gross” I cut him off.

    He laughed, “well now it’s gotta be.”

    “Ok, let’s set the game to hard. The loser has to take a shot, but if the winner makes it into the top 4…”

    “He gets to drain the condom onto the loser” he cut me off laughing.

    “Oh gross, no fucking way” I practically yelled.

    “What’s the matter, you afraid you’re going to lose?” he asked.

    “No, I just don’t want to touch that thing” I laughed.

    “It’s already being warmed in your ass,” he laughed.

    I forgot about it already, I could feel it between my cheeks, now warm and squishy.

    “What difference does it make, you cum on yourself every night before bed anyway?” he pointed out.

    “Yeah, but it’s my brother’s cum” I said with a cringe.

    “Would you prefer my cum?” he asked.

    I hesitated, “well, at least then it would be fresh.”

    He laughed, but I was serious. I didn’t want anyone’s cum on me, but if I had to choose, that’s the way to go. I laughed at that thought and looked at his bulge in my brother’s briefs.

    “You got a better bet?” he asked.

    “Ok, but it’s quick and then it gets cleaned up right away, no playing with it or anything weird” I said realizing I basically said what we were doing was somehow normal.

    “Totally” he said.

    “Alright, let’s go” I said, hitting start on a random course.

    This one was a course I was pretty good at, but not set on hard. Tim seemed to be doing better on hard so I had to really focus. It was not a good round, he took a hit in the second lap and then decided to keep me from placing rather than beating me. He managed to put me into 8th place and he barely got 7th place.

    I took my shot and made him go again right away, same stakes. I was definitely drunk at this point and I lost the round, I came 7th place and he got 4th…barely.

    “Fuck yeah!” he shouted. 

    He hopped up and strutted around, I watched his package bouncing around, I really wanted to see it.

    “Take your shot and give me the condom,” he said with a laugh.

    I took my shot and stood up, pulling my underwear down to reveal my ass and the condom.

    “Come and get it” I said in a fake ‘sexy voice’.

    He laughed and to my surprise he reached in and grabbed it, pulling it fairly quickly and it snapped out like a rubber band. We both laughed, he definitely touched my ass when grabbing it though…probably accidental.

    “Where do you want it?” he asked.

    “Nowhere” I quickly fired back. “I don’t care at this point,” I said, praying he didn’t want it on my face or worse in my mouth.

    “Ok, lay down, face down,” he said.

    I lay face down on the bed, my head by the foot of the bed by my controller facing the TV. I was relieved he wanted me face down, at least this wasn’t going to be gross.

    He climbed on the bed, he straddled my legs, I could feel his balls in the briefs resting between my legs. I felt him grab my underwear and start to pull them down.

    “What are you doing?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at him.

    “Bro you lost, I’m going to dump it out onto your ass” he laughed maniacally.

    “Ew, gross man” I shook my head.

    I paused for a second shaking my head, then caved and lifted my hips so he could pull my underwear down. The waistband caught on my dick which got hard the second he started pulling down my Jockey’s. I had never had someone pull down my underwear before, I was rock hard, it made me laugh, the comforter underneath me felt good against my dick. I felt Tim pull my underwear all the way off and he got between my legs spreading them a little with his knees.

    He dragged the condom up and down my crack, snickering the entire time. I heard him struggling to get the condom un-knotted.

    “Man, your ass warmed this up good” he said with a snicker.

    “What can I say, I have a hot ass” I joked.

    He spanked my cheek, “it’s nicer than any girl I’ve seen.”

    “Yeah, you’ve never seen a girl this naked” I jabbed.

    I heard a snap, he broke the condom open.

    “Ah, there we go” he said, feeling him lean forward, closer to my ass.

    “Ready?” he asked and I felt him fake hump me.

    “Ew, I guess” I cringed.

    Then I heard him chuckle and he faked an orgasm sound, thrusting his hips into me. His underwear clad dick and balls slapping my bare ass.

    “Ungh, ungh…ahhh,” I immediately felt the warm cum splooge onto my ass crack, the condom being squeezed to get every last drop out. Tim was laughing the entire time.

    “Ugh, it’s so warm” I said.

    “Bro you just got your first hot load” he said, and proceeded to drop the condom on my lower back and spread my cheeks so the cum got to my hole. I felt it drip down to my balls.

    “Dude, so gross” I laughed, trying not to move and make it all run down to my balls.

    No one had ever played with my ass before, certainly never had anything touch my hole before and this was like a warm lube. My dick twitched and let out another drop of precum.

    “Clean it up man,” I told him, trying to sound like I wasn’t for some reason enjoying it.

    “Alright, alright, calm down ya baby” he joked.

    I felt him wipe it up with a rag, paying extra attention to my hole. He spread my legs a little more and wiped my balls which felt amazing. I felt him pick up the condom and wipe that spot too and then toss the rag into the clothes bin.

    “All clean,” he said.

    I was afraid to sit up because I was so hard at this point, he would see it for sure and I didn’t want him to think this turned me on. So I just lay there. I looked over my shoulder at him, kneeling between my legs still.

    “Where’s my underwear?” I asked.

    “Oh…” he giggled. “I ugh, I used them to clean up the cum” he laughed. “The condom is wrapped up in there too” he laughed again.

    “Aw man, now I’m going to know my brother’s cum was in my underwear every time I wear them” I shook my head.

    “It’s not so bad” he grabbed his package and shook it.

    I laughed, “Oh, yeah”, I had forgotten he was still wearing my brother’s underwear.

    “You want to go grab a fresh pair?” he asked.

    I couldn’t get up with this hard dick pointing out.

    “Fuck it, whatever, let’s just go” I said.

    “We only have like, two or three more shots in this bottle,” he said.

    “They’re all going to be yours” I said with a new found confidence.

    I subtly humped the mattress, slowly grinding my hard dick into the comforter. I stopped when I remembered Tim was sitting between my legs with a clear view of my ass flexing.

    “Get your controller,” I said, not looking at him.

    He scooted up closer, pressing himself into my ass, pushing my dick further into the mattress felt so good. My hormones were off the charts at this point. I could feel his package through the briefs between my ass cheeks. I didn’t say anything. I know he was just as drunk as I was, if not more, so I don’t think he knew I could feel it.

    “What are we playing for?” he asked.

    “Well, I’m already naked, and technically you dropped a load in my ass” I laughed.

    “Yeah, I did,” he said proudly.

    I am pretty sure I felt his dick get hard, it definitely flexed.

    “Well when I win, You have to take a shot and get naked for the rest of the game” I said.

    “What if I win?” he asked.

    “I don’t know, what have you got?” I asked.

    “Well it would be awesome if you let me actually rub one out on you” he suggested.

    “What do you mean, jerk off on me?” I laughed.

    “I mean, let me get off on you, actually cum on you,” he said, half kidding, half serious sounding.

    “No way man, that’s so gay” I laughed.

    “No, it’s just two friends having fun” he corrected me.

    “And one of those friends cums on the other friend” I laughed.

    He giggled, “You already let me cum on you once tonight.”

    I’m certain he was hard now, I could feel him flex between my cheeks.

    “Alright, if you win, if you come in first place you can get off on me however you want,” I said.

    I felt him flex again.

    “But if I win, in first place, you have to jerk me off,” I told him.

    He laughed, “what if neither of us come in first?”

    “If I win, but don’t come in first, you still have to take a shot and strip naked,” I told him.

    “And if I win, but don’t come in first, you have to take a shot and sit in my naked lap” he laughed.

    “So either way you’re getting naked?” I tried to clarify.

    Clearly a bit drunk, he started to grind his dick between my cheeks, “I guess so.”

    “Then why not just get naked now, and…play high stakes?” I asked not really thinking.

    “Good point,” he said.

    I felt him stand on the bed, heard him strip the underwear off and they fell on my head. I grabbed them, and looked at them. There was an obvious wet spot where his dick was, this made my dick twitch for some reason and I did a small grind into the mattress. I felt him sit back down on my ass, he was definitely naked. I could feel his balls on the lower part of my butt and his cock clearly wedged between my cheeks.

    I pretended not to notice even though all of my senses went into overdrive. I was so horny and feeling pretty drunk, I didn’t care.

    “Ok, so If I beat you and place in the top four, you will take a shot and let me jerk off on your hole. If I beat you but don’t place top four, you take a shot and just let me touch the tip to your hole” he said as if that was no big deal.

    I just shook my head, “Ok, perv, if I win first place, you take a shot and have to lick my hole for 1 minute. If I win and place top four you have to take a shot and give me head for 1 minute.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

    “What? No way that’s not a fair bet,” he protested.

    “You haven’t taken first place in…half the bottle” I joked.

    “Fuck you dude. When I get first place, you have to let me put it in you,” He said very serious.

    “Fine, then if I take first place you have to suck me off until I cum” I laughed.

    “But if I beat you and place top four you have to let me jerk off on you,” he said.

    “That’s so gay dude” I laughed.

    “Nah, it’s just a bet,” he said, somehow making sense.

    “Ok fine, but just the tip, you don’t get to fuck me” I laughed.

    “I’ll take it,” he said, his dick twitched again.

    A bit nervous, I hit start. I was really in my head this round. It didn’t help that I kept feeling his obviously hard dick pulsing between my butt cheeks. After the first lap I got into 4th place, he was in 6th and getting competitive. He kept shifting his weight, leaning his whole body going around turns and it made his dick shift and throb, it was so distracting.

    “Fuck I’m close” he said.

    In my head I thought dirty, like he was about to cum, but then I realized he was getting closer to 4th place. I was determined to stay ahead of him. Quick thinking I realized I just needed to distract him, so I started flexing my ass as I went around the turns.

    “Mmm, I’m close” he said, going into the third lap.

    “Bro, get ready to lick my ass because I’m closing in on the…”

    He got the lightning bolt and pushed it, everyone but him shrank. He caught up to me and ran me over, I quickly dropped into 7th place. He was in 3rd place, then 2nd place. I clenched my ass really tight, I heard him moan and cross the finish line in 2nd place.

    “Damn, that was close” he said gloating.

    “Fuck, I can’t believe you got the lightning bolt” I protested.

    “Still I won, take your shot,” he handed me the bottle.

    I took the shot, “you probably have whiskey dick.”

    I knew he was already hard, but I hoped he would take that as an opportunity to not go through with it.

    “I’m already getting hard,” he snickered. I felt him start stroking his dick between my ass cheeks, sending shivers up my spine.

    “Fine, but you only said jerk off, you didn’t say cum” I laughed, thinking quickly.

    “That’s bullshit” he said, humping his hips into my ass.

    I felt the entire length of his shaft on that one.

    “Sorry dude, but the bet was clear, that’s why I said if I came in first you had to blow me and let me cum in your mouth” I chuckled, feeling like I somehow was the winner for finding that loophole.

    “Whatever dude” he said, spreading my cheeks apart to look at my ass.

    I felt him stroking his dick. I looked over my shoulder to get my first look at his hard dick. I had seen it soft a couple times changing, but never hard. It was at solid 6”, but looked huge on his body. He had a little patch of hair above his raging hard dick and a dusting of hair on the balls that were tickling my ass as he slowly stroked his dick.

    I turned back to face the TV. He spread my cheeks again and started to rub the head of his dick on my hole, it felt slick.

    “woh, did you just cum on me?” I asked seriously.

    He giggled, “no, that’s precum.”

    Somehow that seemed fine, clearly I was drunk. Here I am, a straight boy, with my straight best friend rubbing his precum on my ass hole with his hard dick.

    “Oh ok” I said, laying back down.

    I felt him flexing his muscles as he jerked off. He shifted a little so he was between my legs, spreading them wider. He teased my hole with his cock with every stroke, it felt really good. I didn’t know my hole could give me pleasure. I accidentally let out a soft moan.

    “Man, this probably sounds gay, but I really want to try…putting it in, you know, to know what it feels like” he tried to sound like he was joking.

    I was clearly enjoying this gentle teasing, almost like a massage, but I was not going to let him penetrate me.

    “It doesn’t sound gay, we’re both straight, it’s just…you know…a hole would feel good no matter who’s it is right?” I tried to make it less weird.

    He stopped jerking for a second, rubbed more precum on my hole and smeared it up and down my crack. I felt a little pressure on my hole for a second but then he moved on.

    “Obviously it would just be…you know to get off, not sexual like that” he reassured me.

    “I don’t think so man, and that wasn’t the bet anyway,” I said, knowing that would be the end of it.

    “Yeah, you were going to make me lick your hole, this is kind of like…the same feeling right?”

    I laughed, “It doesn’t feel bad, just weird.”

    “Yeah, but it’s kinda like we both won,” he laughed.

    “Not really, if I won-won I was going to get my first blow job and probably cum in your mouth” I laughed.

    “Yeah, and you won’t let me cum on you but you wanted me to swallow your load” he laughed.

    He had me there. It was probably the alcohol but his dick was feeling good teasing my hole. This felt so gay though, so weird. I wasn’t going to let him penetrate me, that would be too weird.

    “How about we play another round. If I win, you suck me off, if you win…” he cut me off.

    “If I win, you let me put it in you?” he asked.

    “I don’t know about that, I was going to say you could cum on me” I told him.

    I felt him rub his dick across my hole again, putting more pressure on the hole, more precum smearing on my hole. The teasing felt so good, I’m sure it’s just the alcohol talking.

    “Tell you what, you get first place, you can…” he pushed directly on my hole, electricity went into me and my brain went into overdrive, I felt a drop of precum come out of my dick onto the bed under me. “…You can push it in,” I said, hesitantly.

    He rubbed the head on my hole again, a little more pressure this time, I accidentally let out a low moan. I don’t think he heard it over the music from the Nintendo.

    “For how long?” he asked. “I’m not going to let you get me with another loophole” he laughed and tapped my hole with his slick dick a few times.

    “Well, you’re not going to come in first, but…if you did, you could put it all the way in for like 5 minutes, but you have to pull out if it hurts and you can’t cum inside me…that’s gross” I chuckled.

    “What if I place and beat you?” he asked.

    “If I place and beat you, you have to clean the precum off the tip of my dick with your tongue” I laughed.

    “Well if I place and beat you, you have to let me put the tip in you” he said very serious.

    He long stroked across my hole, I’m pretty sure I heard him spit on his dick. I definitely heard a soft moan as the head caught on my hole without any pressure this time. It was as if my ass was inviting him in for some reason. It sent shivers up my spine. 

    I was really nervous and confused as to why I was enjoying this, I’m not gay. I just told myself this is no different than when we goof around wrestling…we’re just drunk and enjoying each other’s company.

    “Alright, let’s go then,” Tim said, pushing start on a random track.

    The stakes being so high, I did my best to focus. He had a head start though because he place higher than me in the last round. I felt his dick throb between my cheeks again, it felt so soft and so hard at the same time. So much heat coming off of it.

    “Yes, red shell” he said with excitement.

    He leaned back a little, his hard dick sliding down my crack as he did. When he went around a turn I felt him lean forward a little and his dick poked hard at my hole.

    “Oh shit” I said, it threw off my attention, I fell off the track.

    I went from 5th to 8th place waiting on that stupid tow truck guy.

    “I’m in 4th, fucker” He practically shouted.

    I felt him grind against my hole. I started getting nervous, his dick felt so big sandwiched between my ass cheeks. Second lap, I picked up a red shell. Started catching up, 6th then 5th.

    “Where you at?” I asked knowing I was trailing him.

    “I’m right here” he said grinding himself into me with a forceful hump.

    Again my head started to spin, it felt so good and so wrong at the same time, another drop of my precum squeezed out onto the bed.

    “I see you” I fired my red shell.

    It knocked him behind me into a fighting position for 5th place with DK in 6th.

    “Fuck you dude” he jostled around his dick hit my hole again.

    I let out a soft moan and tried to maintain focus.

    He picked up a star, speeding up and knocking me and everyone else out a spot. He was now in second place. Third lap, I picked up a lightning bolt and used it right away. I ran over 4th place and 3rd place.

    “I’m gaining on you” I yelled.

    I was right behind him, he swerved and I hit a banana peel, spinning out into 4th place. We are on our final lap and he used his mushroom to launch him into first and over the finish line.

    “Holy shit I just came in first” he gloated as I crossed the finish line barely in 4th.

    “Fuuuuck!” I shouted. “Rematch?”

    “Take your shot” he said, dropping his controller on the bed.

    I took my shot, I felt so nervous, was he actually going to stick his dick in me? He again tapped the head on my hole, teasing it in a way that felt so good.

    “How do you want to do this?” he asked.

    “I don’t want to do this,” I laughed.

    “You’re going to punk out?” he asked.

    “No, just…ugh, just do it I guess” I admitted defeat.

    “Just let me know if my dick is too big” he said seriously and seemed like a brag.

    I felt him spit on his dick and use his precum to lube my hole. It was so gross and at the same time I was so hard. My best friend was about to lose his virginity to me…and I guess I was about to give him mine.

    “Ready?” he asked, putting pressure on my hole.

    “You only get 5 minutes” I reminded him.

    He started to push his tip into my hole, my ass rejected it and clenched tight enough to be a knot.

    “Relax dude” he said.

    “I’m trying,” I laughed.

    He pushed a little harder and the tip popped in, along with searing pain.

    “Holy…fuck dude. No way, you gotta pull out” I grunted in pain.

    “Hold on man, let me get a little deeper, then I’ll pull out” he said, grunting into my ear.

    I grit my teeth and tried to man up. My head was spinning from all the alcohol and nevers, my dick had gone limp quickly. I felt Tim’s hot hard dick pushing a little deeper.

    “Oh man, that’s so weird” I said, trying not to sound in pain or pleasure.

    “Dude, it feels so good,” Tim said, in pure ecstasy.

    He slowly pulled all the way out.

    “Are you ok?” he asked.

    “Yeah, just felt huge dude” I laughed trying to sound like I didn’t punk out.

    “Maybe some more lube?” he suggested.

    “Probably.”

    He went over to the night stand and pulled out the lube we saw earlier.

    “Should we use one of these condoms?” he asked.

    “Maybe, if you think it will help it slide in.”

    He repositioned himself on top of me. I heard him open the condom, not having ever used a condom before he realized he was trying to put it on backwards.

    “Oops” he laughed.

    He flipped it over and rolled it down his dick. Not knowing what he was doing, he left no room in the tip and pulled it as tight as he could.

    “There we go” he jerked himself a little.

    I heard him uncap the lube, he drizzled a little into my crack. Neither of us had used lube before so we didn’t know really what we were doing. He didn’t push any of it into me, just got it on the outside.

    He lined his now condom covered dick up with my hole and started to push in. The head popped in quicker and a little less painful this time. I heard the latex stretching and this sound I had never heard before, it was the sound of my hole taking a dick in.

    “Oh man” I said, feeling stretched.

    He kept pushing in until he was all the way in. I felt so full, less pain than before but certainly a little bit of pain and some good feelings too, mostly felt weird to have Tim put his dick inside me.

    “Oh wow, dude, I’m all the way in,” Tim said.

    “Yeah, I can feel it” I tried to joke.

    “It feels so much better than I thought it would,” he said, making small thrusts.

    “It’s so weird man…your dick is inside me.”

    “I know, I can’t believe I’m inside you,” he laughed.

    Laying completely on top of me, his head next to mine, holding my shoulders he started to pull out most of the way and then pushed back in.

    “Oh shit” I said, feeling him hit my prostate.

    “Oh yeah, that feels good” he moaned in my ear.

    “So weird” I whispered back.

    Only a minute or two had gone by at this point, but he was picking up the pace. Not slamming me or really fucking, but pumping his hips in and out of my ass. On the down stroke he would shove hard and grind into me, then pull out an inch or two and right back in.

    “Do…you…like it?” he asked as he bottomed out and grinded as deep as my ass would let him.

    “It’s so weird” was all I could say.

    “Fuck dude, so weird” he whispered back.

    It was starting to feel good. On the next down stoke I felt something different, I heard a sort of pop sound.

    “Oh man” he laughed.

    “What?” I got nervous again.

    He reached down, I felt his hand brush my balls as he reached for his dick.

    “The condom broke,” he laughed.

    “Oh” I said, relieved it wasn’t my ass that broke.

    “Do…do you want me to stop?” he asked, while still slowly pushing back in and humping me.

    “You only have 5 minutes, you might as well use all 5” I said, feeling him push even deeper than before.

    “Man, you feel so good, this is so weird” he said, thrusting deeper and faster but still sensually into me.

    “Are you close?” I asked.

    When the condom broke his precum added lube inside me, his thrusting felt so much better, no more pain.

    “I’m close,” he whispered.

    A few more thrusts, some soft moans from both of us. I felt his hot breath on my neck.

    “Fuck dude, you feel so good” he said, slightly out of breath.

    “I think it’s been 5 minutes,” I said.

    “I’m about to cum man,” he said, thrusting harder now.

    I let out a louder moan, that thrust felt so good.

    “Did you just cum in me?” I asked.

    “No, I’m close though,” he said, gripping my shoulders and humping me as hard as he could.

    “You’re going to pull out right?” I asked out of breath, trying not to sound like I was enjoying this.

    I could feel my dick was hard again, rubbing into the mattress. He felt so good inside me, I was loving this weird new feeling.

    “But I want to…” he started to say, “Oh shit…” he spasmed on that thrust.

    I felt his dick swell and he slammed into me, I felt his hot cum shooting inside me, lubing my hole.

    “Oh fuck man” he whispered into my ear and collapsed his head onto the pillow over my shoulder.

    I felt his dick throbbing inside me.

    “Did you just cum inside me?” I asked, knowing the answer.

    “Sorry man, I…couldn’t stop” he laughed into the pillow.

    “So gross dude,” I half heartedly said.

    “Oh man, that was amazing,” he said, giving a few more pumps to milk it.

    He slowly pulled out and rolled onto his back.

    “Did you like it?” he asked.

    “That was so weird man,” I said, rolling onto my back.

    “Looks like you liked it” he laughed, looking at my hard dick.

    I couldn’t deny that, I just shook my head.

    “Want me to jerk you off?” he asked, still out of breath.

    “Sure,” I said, nervous.

    No one had touched my dick other than me in my life. He grabbed it and started going hard and fast, pumping it harder than I had ever jerked myself.

    “You should suck it,” I half joked.

    He didn’t put up a fight, just leaned in and put it in his mouth, immediately gagging but pushed all 5” into his mouth.

    “Oh shit dude, that feels amazing” I said.

    He bobbed up and down for about thirty seconds and I could feel my balls tighten and my toes curled.

    “Oh man…Oh fuck…” was all I could say to warn him I was going to cum.

    My body convulsed, my ass clenched the warm cum he left inside me and I shot the biggest load I’ve ever shot. Giving me the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Filling his mouth with my cum, he gagged, swallowing some of it and spitting some of it.

    “Ah, gross,” he said coughing up my cum.

    “Oh man, sorry” I laughed.

    He continued to cough and try to swallow what was in his mouth.

    “Dude…” he laughed.

    I got off the bed and reached into the hamper for something to wipe up the cum. I pulled out the briefs Tim had on earlier, Jeremey’s condom fell to the floor while I used them to wipe the cum off my stomach. I handed the underwear to Tim to wipe off with. He pulled the broken condom off his tick, used the cum covered briefs to wipe his dick off.

    “Man, these have three guys loads on them” he laughed.

    “Just like your mom” I joked.

    “Fuck you dude” he laughed, we both laughed at the irony of that statement.

    We went into my bedroom, I gave him a pair of my clean underwear and put on a fresh pair myself. We were pretty drunk and very tired at this point so we called it a night and went to sleep.

    That was the first time I lost my virginity.


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  • The Lawnboys

    Gabriel is used to having his own way. He ran a tight ship in business and runs his life the same way. Everything is planned, scheduled, and prepared. He is often disappointed by the Lawnboys who can’tkeepan appointment on time. But he is very grateful when they do and shows it.

    Gabriel’s North Side Home

    Thursday afternoon, 2:30 pm

    Joel and Colin had spent the morning mowing the lawns of several small properties for clients around town. BJ liked to schedule them together when quality and efficiency mattered. The last several days had been rainy ones, so the whole team was working hard to catch up.

    Joel and Colin worked well together. They were the same age, went to school together, and had several friends in common as well. After high school, Colin went off to college leaving his friend behind. Joel worked various construction jobs, first with O’Shaughnessey’s, then with the county. That’s how he met BJ who got him steady work all year round, including summers with Collin’s Lawn and Garden. It wasn’t long after that, that he married his wife, Annette, and settled down.

    When Colin returned to Millside Falls after college, he started teaching and coaching at his former high school. He couldn’t believe that a position like this was open, just when he needed it. His immediate boss, Coach Kevin O’Hara, had been working summers for Collins’ Lawn and Garden for the last four years now. Kevin, also a good friend of BJ’s, got him the job with the Lawnboys. BJ liked having several more mature adults to help manage the college “kids” who rarely showed any initiative or maturity. That’s how he met up with Joel again and their friendship rekindled.

    Today, BJ needed efficiency. There was a lot of work to do and he didn’t need anybody lollygagging around like the younger men tended to do. Gabriel Thiessen’s home was on the job list today. That meant he also needed someone who could do an excellent job and manage Gabriel, who could often be pretty persnickety about what and how things were done. BJ didn’t need to worry about that today. He assigned Colin and Joel. He knew they’d do an excellent job.

    BJ called Mr. Thiessen at about eight o’clock. He explained what was going on today and said the men would be at his home this afternoon. When Gabriel pressed him for a better time frame, BJ demurred and said somewhere between noon and three. “That’s my best guess. I apologize for the inconvenience, sir. I know you like to be on the property when the men work.”

    “Well, in any case, thanks for the heads up. I do have some work in my office, here at home, to do, so I will be around,” Gabriel conceded.

    BJ thanked him for being flexible and rang off.

    ********

    Colin had worked the Thiessen property fairly often, mostly with BJ, and on occasion helping Collins, especially when it came to tree-trimming and heavy lifting. As a six-foot-two coach-athlete, he was well-suited to perform both tasks. On the drive over he warned Joel to be on his best behavior. “Mr. Thiessen demands politeness and respect.” Then with a glint in his eyes, he added, “And if he likes you, and thinks you’ve done a good job, he gives us tips.”

    “Really? Wow, that’s pretty cool,” Joel replied as he got out and rounded the truck to remove their machines.

    Joel and Colin pulled the truck up to “Mansion Lane,” as Colin called it, about 1:15 pm. As soon as Gabriel heard the lawnmower’s startup, he finished the last bit of what he was writing and got up from his desk to see which of Collins’ Lawnboys was working today. When he saw Colin driving the mower around his side yard, he smiled broadly. Colin was a favorite, Gabriel had to admit.

    Gabriel then walked to the other side of the house to see who was working the back yard. It was someone he had never seen before. That made him wary. He didn’t like newbies. They often made mistakes. And he didn’t like mistakes. But then again, the view of this man mowing his lawn, softened the harshness he sometimes felt for the “boys” Collins sometimes brought over. This was a broad-shouldered younger man with thick arms and round glutes. ‘Let’s see how he does, shall we?’ Gabriel said as he walked down the hall to his kitchen.

    In the kitchen, Gabriel grabbed a glass of water before going outside for his inspection. While guzzling it down, he thought, ‘Might as well get a pitcher out. Those two will be mighty thirsty doing all that work in this heat. He went to the cupboard and took down one of Marge’s favorite ceramic pitchers. He filled it with water, grabbed two tall glass tumblers for the boys, and set them all on a wooden tray he used to carry food and such out to the back porch where he often had his dinners in warm weather.

    Colin saw the kitchen door open when he rounded the corner for a new row of mowing. He waved and gave Mr. Thiessen a big smile. Gabriel grinned back, set down the tray on a small table, and waved back. He then pointed to the pitcher and tumblers. Colin nodded and gave him an OK sign. Gabriel turned went back inside. He liked to watch but hated the noise, so he followed their work by moving from window to window to peer out and observe everything the men did.

    Having been warned about this client and his demands, Joel concentrated on every detail of what he was doing. He never looked up to see Gabriel pull back the curtain to monitor his work. He also never looked around to see how Colin was doing. He was in the zone, clipping along as fast as the mower could go.

    Colin had finished his part of the lawn first. He brought his mower out to the front sidewalk. They’d load everything back up when they completed their work. He walked back around the rear of the house to get some water. ‘Oh man, this sure tastes good,’ he said to himself as he guzzled his second glass.

    Joel rounded the corner and seeing Colin up on the porch joined him there. “You thirsty?” Colin asked.

    “Oh yeah!” Joel exclaimed.

    “Here,” said Colin, handing Joel the other tumbler. “Mr. Thiessen always leaves us something to drink out here on the porch. Next time you’re here working, you’ll know and can help yourself.”

    Setting his glass back on the tray, Joel said, “Thanks.”

    There was a slight squeak signally the opening of the kitchen door. Colin and Joel turned to see Gabriel coming out with a big smile on his face. He walked over at the two men and asked. “Finished already?”

    Colin greeted him politely with a, “Hey there, Mr. Thiessen.” The two men shook hands. “We’ve got the mowing done. Just need to sweep up.” Before Gabriel could respond to that, Colin turned to Joel, waving him forward. “You haven’t met Joel, yet. He works construction for the county, mostly, but sometimes helps us out mowing lawns.”

    “Nice to meet you, sir,” said Joel as he stepped forward to shake Gabriel’s hand.

    Gabriel responded with the Brother’s handshake. Joel felt the odd thumb move but decided to let it go and say nothing. “Colin, can I see you inside for a moment?” Gabriel asked.

    “Sure,” Colin responded, “I’ll be right there.” He turned to Joel and said, “Why don’t you bring your mower down to the truck and pull out the rake and brooms. I’ll be right back.”

    Joel nodded and headed for the back yard where he left his mower. Colin picked up the tray and headed for the kitchen. Gabriel, who had watched, and listened, through the screen door, pushed it open for Colin, letting him pass by first. Then Gabriel closed and locked the door, and followed him into the kitchen.

    Colin carried the tray to the counter and set it down there. Gabriel was right behind him. Before Colin could turn around to face Gabriel, he felt a hand caress his butt. He froze. The hand slowly wandered over each cheek, gently moving back and forth. And then again. Colin couldn’t help it. He always reacted to someone touching him there. Instantly, he was rock hard and pushing out his pants. He bent his waist a bit leaning on the countertop and pushing back against that hand.

    Gabriel hummed. “I’m glad it was you who came over today. You always do good work.”

    “Thank you, sir.”

    Still bent at the waist, Colin felt something hot and stiff replacing the hands on him. He knew Gabriel had opened his pants because it was his thick cock now running up and down Colin’s ass-crack. He heard a chair scrape against the floor as Gabriel pulled it out, flipped it around, and sat down.

    “Are you taking remuneration today, there Colin?” Gabriel asked softly, his voice dark and raspy.

    “And what remuneration are you offering, sir?” Colin asked.

    Gabriel reached up to Colin’s hips and turned him. Now Colin faced the seated Gabriel who sat there stroking his cock. Gabriel’s hands slid down Colin’s hips pushing down his shorts as he did so. Colin wasn’t wearing any underwear. Gabriel smiled seeing that. He stared lustily at Colin’s prick bouncing in front of his face. “Good, man. You came prepared today. Just like I told you to.”

    “Yes, sir. I do what I’m told.”

    Gabriel chuckled, “I like that about you.”

    With that, Gabriel leaned in and began to lick Colin’s prick up and down the rigid shaft. Colin made low moaning sounds, signaling his rising pleasure. That was all Gabriel could take. He took a deep breath and engulfed as much as he could, taking his own pleasure from the arousal of the man in front of him. He sucked that cock, long and hard, giving Colin the pleasure he desired.

    Outside, Joel finished up all the sweeping and placed the tools back in their respective brackets on the truck. He pushed both mowers back into place and shut the back gate of the truck. ‘Where the hell is Colin?’ he said to himself, shaking his head. He wandered around to the back yard. No Colin. He walked up to the back porch and peered through the screen door to see if they were still in there. He saw nothing.

    Then he heard a groan. It got louder and louder. ‘What’s that?’ he wondered. ‘I wonder if someone’s hurt.’ Joel didn’t wait to find out. He opened the screen door and hurried into the kitchen.

    To his amazement, here stood Colin shoving his cock in Gabriel’s mouth, again and again, moaning the whole time. If that wasn’t enough of a shock, there sat Gabriel with his pants open and his stiff prick protruding out of his trousers. And what a prick it was too!

    Joel froze, staring. He had never watched other men in the throes of passion like this. He knew it happened and he had been on the receiving end of things before, like his buddy Colin here. But watching? Whoa, it was hot. His boner poked right up. He began to stroke himself through his pants taking it all in.

    Colin happened to turn and catch Joel stroking himself and said, “There’s my buddy. Looks like you need some too, man, doncha?” He waved Joel closer as Gabriel slurped on the last bits of semen dripping from his cock. “Open up. Get ready. He’ll be glad to take care of you too,” Colin instructed.

    When Joel undid his belt and opened his chinos, they slid down to his knees, exposing more than he had intended.

    “Nice one, man,” Colin said, admiringly.

    Gabriel pulled off Colin and jolted with surprise when he saw there was someone else standing there. It only took him a moment to shake off the stupor of sucking Colin’s cock to recognize Joel. He grinned hungrily when he lowered his eyes and saw what was thrusting out of those pants. Colin stepped aside and motioned Joel to take his place.

    Gabriel went right to it, devouring him in one big gulp. Immediately, he started comparing the two cocks in his mind. Colin was of average size and thickness. ‘A nice mouthful,’ Gabriel always thought. He loved laving his tongue all over it and sucking that shaft.

    Joel, on the other hand, was much thicker, and at least an inch and a half or two longer. Gabriel loved sliding his foreskin back revealing a tender and juicy, bulbous knob. He worked to open his throat more and more, trying not to gag as Joel shoved that beautiful cock even further down.

    ‘He’s delicious!’ Gabriel thought. ‘I haven’t had a cock this luscious in a while.’

    Joel hadn’t ever had a mouth work him like this. ‘I guess this old guy’s been at it a while. He’s a heckuva cocksucker. Better than any of my other buds who’ve tried.’

    Colin was getting hard again at the sight of his friend’s butt clenching as Joel thrust in and out of Gabriel’s mouth. Colin never saw another guy fuck a mouth like he did. Man, it was hot. He stepped closer, standing behind Joel. He reached over and felt his buddy’s hot ass, resting it on those rock hard muscles swinging back and forth. Then he squatted down a bit and reached through Joel’s legs. He grabbed his swinging balls and held them in his fist.

    Joel didn’t seem to notice anything Colin was doing. He was so focused on the unexpected pleasure Gabriel was giving him at the other end. That is, until he called out, “I’m coming, sir. It’s… Oh, god!”

    When Colin heard that, he squeezed Joel’s balls and pulled on his sack. That got a loud guttural cry out of Joel. He unloaded squirt after squirt of semen, in short thrust. Then with one hard shove, he splashed the remaining seed, down the willing throat of his cocksucker.

    “Man oh, man! Fuck yeah!” Joel began to holler. When he was emptied, he lurched back, pulling his dick out of Gabriel’s still open mouth, and bumping right into Colin’s half naked body. Colin grabbed a hold of him and held him tightly against him. His cock still hard from watching his bud get sucked off.

    Joel felt the unexpected hardness between his cheeks and gasped at the even more unexpected embrace of his friend. Reflexively, he squeezed his cheeks, grabbing onto Colin’s boner. When he heard Colin’s gasp, he squeezed a few more times, teasing his bud.

    Gabriel sat watching the two men, wondering if there was going to be another round. Joel opened his eyes and looked down at Gabriel’s still open trousers. His hard prick still poking out. He bent and took that prick in his mouth and began sucking it, returning the favor. ‘I’m just being polite,’ he thought.

    After all that went before, Gabriel was more than ready. He released his seed almost immediately. His load was small, but Joel didn’t care, he swallowed it all up. Gabriel was grateful to Joel. Few men did that for him anymore. Usually, he took care of himself after men left his home, as he savored the seed he had just drunk.

    All three men straightened up, pulling up their shorts and trousers, packing themselves away as they did so. Colin began recapping what they had done as he got dressed, taking the conversation back to the work they had done for Gabriel.

    “All the clean is done. The mowers and all the tools are loaded on the truck,” Joel informed Colin.

    “That’s great, thanks,” Colin said. Then he turned to Gabriel, who had himself back together again, and assured him, “We could only get the lawn mowed today because of the rains. But we’ll be back in a couple of days to manage everything else. BJ will call you with the timing.”

    Gabriel motioned for them to head outside again. He stepped between the two men, placing an arm on each one’s shoulders. “You’ve done excellent work today, men.” When they were standing on the back porch again, he turned to face Joel and said, “A pleasure to meet you today, Joel.”

    Joel shook his hand, grinning from ear to ear, “Thank you, sir, but the pleasure was all mine!”

    ********

    “Collins here,” announced Collins as he picked up the ringing phone in his back office.

    “Gabriel Thiessen here, Collins,” the voice on the phone said.

    ‘Uh oh,’ Collins thought. ‘A personal call to me isn’t a good sign.’ “How did everything go today for you, sir? Did the men do OK for you?”

    “More than OK, Collins.” Collins heard a smile in his voice. That sure surprised him. Gabriel continued, “If you wouldn’t mind, I believe you’ve found a combination of two men who, not only do excellent work, and fast, but are respectful, charming, and polite.”

    ‘Whew,’ thought Collins. Then he responded, “Good to hear.”

    In a more serious tone, Gabriel asked, “If you could manage it, would it be possible that Colin and Joel become my regulars, so to speak? I’d be so much more comfortable having them back again.”

    Collins chuckled to himself, but tried not to let Gabriel hear it, “I’m sure we can arrange that. I’ll be sure to share your compliments with them. BJ will be in touch tomorrow to update your schedule for you. How’s that?”

    “Excellent, sir. I thank you. And have a good rest of your day.” Gabriel hung up with a very satisfied grin on his face.

  • Questions of Love

    Robert was hesitant. He had met Jason in a gay bar two days ago. They had hit it off and spent a pleasant time together. Robert had been taken by Jason’s free attitude and his ability to be humorous without being offensive or vulgar like some other guys Robert had been with. It wasn’t that Robert was much into flirting in public places, but the atmosphere in the bar and the cuteness of Jason helped in loosening Robert’s reticence and shyness.

    The problem was that Robert was not really that experienced in gay relationships. His only experiences had been a couple of night stands that had left him dissatisfied. His expectations were much higher. Both experiences had occurred in the park near his apartment, blowjobs out in the open, hidden by bushes. He had to keep an eye out as the guy slobbered on his cock. The second time, he didn’t even develop a full erection and he ejaculated through his semi-erection and was totally disappointed. That was not his idea of sex. He needed something more meaningful. It wasn’t that he hadn’t enjoyed a warm and wet mouth around his cock, but Robert needed some feelings, some connection, other than the animalistic pleasure of an anonymous blowjob by a stranger whose only objective was to fill his mouth with some man meat.

    Perhaps Jason could offer something different?

    At the bar, the two young men had not made any concrete passes at each other, but the chemistry had been there. They had somehow bonded as people instead of as sex objects. Jason looked very handsome in a trimmed beard and a crew cut. Even fully clothed, he exhibited an athletic body under his clothes without advertising muscles and such. Robert wasn’t bad looking either. He wore glasses and did not keep any facial hair. But he had masculine and well-defined features. The two men felt similar attraction to each other just by their body language.

    Robert sipped his coffee and pondered how tonight was going to work out. As they left the bar the night before, they had agreed to stay in touch, exchanging phone numbers. This morning, Jason had called. They had chatted for a while, and then on the spur of the moment, Robert had asked if Jason would like to come over in the evening.

    “Hey, man,” Jason said. “That would be nice. What should I get?”

    Robert didn’t have any specific plans. He evaded the question.

    “I will leave it up to you, Jason. Whatever suits you will be fine by me.”

    But Robert needed to plan something. What was it that he really wanted? Not just a blowjob, that was for sure. Then, what? Was he ready for a more meaningful relationship? Was Jason the one? Should he prepare dinner? Or perhaps some pasta and salad? Or order something? Was he out to impress Jason and to drag him to bed? Or should he prepare the setting for a more meaningful evening based on more levels than sexual appeal? The arts, literature, politics? He had no real idea what Jason’s interests were, but he was ready for anything, wasn’t he?

    However, would he grope Jason’s crotch at the door, haha? Or lean and kiss him on the lips, ummm? Questions, questions. Would he wait for Jason to make the first move? He would probably know from the handshake. Oh, man, Robert was totally beside himself, to impress, to attract, to lay back and let it happen.

    Robert scratched his head, still pondering. He didn’t want them to go out to eat or to have a drink. He wanted them to stay in, in the hope that something might develop.

    Robert was also inexperienced at how he should dress. Well, it had to be casual, of course, but how casual? Jeans or shorts? The weather was quite warm for shorts and t-shirt. But wouldn’t that be too forward? He knew that he had an attractive body, sexy legs with moderate hair. Maybe he should just wrap a towel around his waist, he mused laughingly. If he did that, it was as if he was inviting Jason to come fuck in bed. No. That wouldn’t do at all.

    Robert wondered what Jason would wear as well. He immediately developed an erection. Jason was hot and Robert really needed to get closer to him, maybe to kiss him, or better yet to suck his dick! Haha. Maybe Jason’s attire would make it easier for Robert to react. If Jason was wearing tight pants with a bulge… ahhhh… Robert’s erection throbbed.

    Still, Robert was hesitant. He couldn’t visualize what would happen this evening. How would the sex evolve, if any? Should he be aggressive and initiate things, or should he let Jason do so? It was pathetic, Robert thought. Gulping down the last of his coffee, he heaved and went for a shower and shave.

    Two more hours, Robert thought as the hot water hit his naked body.

    Robert studied his lathered face in the mirror as he prepared to shave. He liked what he saw. His green eyes, his chiseled cheekbones, his masculine lips and square chin, there was nothing not to like. Even his eyeglasses gave him that intellectual, smart look. Jason seemed to like him, he thought. He felt stirring in his balls as he carefully ran the blade over his upper lip, pressing his erecting bulge under the towel against the edge of the sink. Oh, man!

    Damn it! Why should this be so difficult? Why was he being such a sissy? He was getting a boner just by thinking about this evening encounter, and he was sort of embarrassed about it. This was ridiculous. Why was he shy? He was sure that Jason liked him. Fuck it!

    The towel around his waist tented visibly. He resisted the urge to touch himself. He had nice equipment. The two men that had sucked his dick in the park had moaned and groaned as they slobbered on his cock. It was big enough, some seven inches of thick cut meat when fully erect. Was Jason hung? Cut? Erecting upwards, sideways, lots of pubes or shaved? Smooth chest? Hairy ass crack? Oh God, Robert realized that if he just touched his dick he would shoot a bucket.

    Sighing, he continued to shave, forcing himself to concentrate on that rather than on the rod pushing his towel out. Time enough for an erection later, he thought, he hoped. Keep it for Jason. He smiled.

    He splashed cold water on his face, dried off, and considered the image in the mirror. Yes, Robert was very good-looking, if he might say so. He reached back and slid his hand onto his butt under the towel. Firm. Fuzzy. Bubbled. Was it going to be fucked tonight?

    God! Was he going to get on his hands and knees and wait for Jason to ride him? Or maybe lie on the sofa on his back? His legs stretched out? Or maybe Jason preferred to spoon him sideways? Or perhaps all of the above?

    Robert closed his eyes as images of porn flicks flashed inside his head. Did Jason have a fat dick that would tear his ass open? Would he scream when Jason entered him? Robert fingered his crack, rubbing his hole. Shit, it was very tight. How would it take a man cock? Jason’s cock? Maybe Jason’s dick is pencil-thin and the fucking wouldn’t hurt? Or would it? Oh, man, all those questions!

    Picking up the aftershave bottle, he considered further. Should splash his face with some as he normally did? Or perhaps he could put on some Armani Code cologne? Would it be too much for Jason? Suffocating? Robert put down the aftershave, and dabbed a little Armani Code on his cheeks and neck.

    Shaved, showered, dressed in sweatpants and polo shirt—Robert decided against the shorts—he set about preparing the place for Jason. Normally, Robert was a tidy person. Nevertheless, he made sure that everything was in good shape for his guest. He didn’t want to come across to Jason as a sloppy person. First impressions were very important, weren’t they?

    He checked his nightstand. Yes, there were condoms and lubricant. Was he being too optimistic? Was he going to fuck ass? Was his ass going to be fucked? Would condoms be necessary? Or were they going to fuck bare? Were they going to fuck, period? Questions and more questions!

    He tried to read something, but he couldn’t concentrate on the words. He brewed a fresh pot of coffee. This should put him at ease. He lit a cigarette, and then changed his mind, quickly put it off, and rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth vigorously. Jason hadn’t smoked when they were having their drinks, but the place was a non-smoking bar. Still, if Jason had been a smoker, he would have stepped outside for a cigarette, which he hadn’t done. So was he a smoker or wasn’t he? Would he be put off once he knew that Robert smoked? More fucking questions.

    Robert needed to know more about the guy before he went any further with the relationship. Should he? Was it necessary? His balls and dick told a different story. Why not suck and fuck and then decide on the stupid relationship, his nether organs told him. Damn it, this was difficult.

    And then, Jason arrived.

    Robert took in a deep breath when he opened the door and saw his guest. Jason looked stunning. His facial beard was trimmed, adding to his masculine appeal. He was in jeans and a button-down shirt, with the two upper buttons left open to reveal the beginning of chest hair. He had a wide smile on his face that made Robert’s heart throb inside his chest. Robert even detected a faint smell of man perfume, Davidoff Cool Water, he guessed. The thought flashed in his mind: Yes, Jason could be the one. He congratulated himself on the Armani Code instead of the aftershave.

    “I thought wine would be nice. You said I could decide. Red,” Jason greeted Robert, holding a bottle of Chianti.

    Robert extended his right hand and they shook hands. A bit shocked, he watched, eyes wide, as Jason leaned and planted a kiss on his cheek. Oh, man! He felt the brush of Jason’s beard on his smoothly shaven cheek and he shivered at the touch of warm, sexy lips on his skin, which tingled. Jason pulled him closer. They were inches apart and their body heat emanated with force.

    Robert reached for the bottle of wine.

    “That’s great,” he managed to croak. “Thanks. Do we need to chill it?”

    Jason stepped in, letting go of the bottle of wine but still holding Robert’s other hand. “Maybe for half an hour or so, I think.” Their bodies almost touched.

    Instinctively, Robert, still holding the wine in his shaking hand, still holding onto Jason’s hand with the other, leaned and kissed Jason on the lips. Fleetingly. Not sensuously. But still a kiss on the lips. The lips of another man!

    Robert surprised himself by doing so, but the bigger surprise was when Jason pulled him even closer, their bodies now pressing on each other, and returned the kiss with an open mouth and a probing tongue. Robert felt dizziness hit his body as Jason’s hand pressed on the back of his head.

    God! That wasn’t expected at all. But it was sweet. It was more than sweet. It was heavenly. Faintly, Robert heard his own moans as their lips pressed on each other and their tongues flicked in and out of their open mouths. Jason’s crotch was pressed on his own. He almost dropped the bottle of wine when he felt the throbbing hardness pressing on his upper thigh.

    With a sigh, the two young men broke the embrace. On shaky legs, Robert walked into the open kitchenette, opened the fridge and placed the wine inside. Jason was right behind him. He inhaled sharply as he felt Jason’s arms wrap around his waist and Jason’s body on his back, the crotch pressed onto his butt. He shivered as the warmth and wetness of Jason’s tongue touched the nape of his neck. The hardness prodding his butt cheeks sent waves and waves of erotic sensations throughout his hungry body.

    “You are one hot guy, Rob,” Jason whispered into Robert’s ear as he nibbled on it and kept on grinding against Robert’s butt.

    Robert could only moan. Jason pressed on him harder, grinding, pulling him closer, arms tightly wrapped around his waist, strong, male arms. Robert placed his hands on the hairy arms and squeezed, feeling the muscles. He felt his knees weaken. He couldn’t take this unexpected, very erotic embrace standing up.

    As if in a dream, he turned around and the two men held each other, glued to each other, mouths and tongues seeking each other, finding them, glorifying in their kiss. Robert had to lean his butt against the counter for support as Jason pressed onto him with force, his arms wrapped around Robert’s waist, his hands groping Robert’s butt. It was intense. Robert was rock hard already, and he felt the throbbing of Jason’s tool insistent against his thigh.

    He is the one, he is the one, he is the one, Robert kept repeating in his mind as Jason’s tongue probed ever so deeply inside his mouth and Jason’s hardness prodded ever so lustfully against his upper thigh.

    “Oh, boy,” Jason exclaimed when they broke the kiss and embrace. “You are also one hot kisser, Rob,” he said, placing a hand on Robert’s cheek, his thumb running over Robert’s glistening lower lip. Robert was melting. Was this romance? Was this sweetness? Was he going to stop the questions?

    Robert licked the thumb. “It’s because of the one I am kissing,” he said hoarsely.

    Jason laughed. Oh, it was such a sexy, throaty laugh. This guy was way beyond handsome, Robert was thinking; this guy was a god.

    The two men moved to the living area and sat on the couch facing the television set, leaning towards each other. Jason placed his hand on the back of Robert’s head and drew him to his mouth. They resumed the kissing. Robert put his hand on Jason’s chest, feeling the nipples hard under the shirt and then he slid his hand inside the shirt to fondle those nipples and feel the chest hair between them. Robert’s other hand grabbed his chin and started sucking on his lower lip, sucking, licking, nibbling, pulling gently with his teeth. Robert could feel Jason’s nipples harden between his squeezing fingers. He was dying to tear off the shirt, to get to the skin with his lips and tongue and mouth and nose and the entirety of his body.

    They kissed with hunger.

    Suddenly, Robert froze. Was it going to be like this? Kissing and then the inevitable cock sucking and then the fucking? Just like that? Just like a porn flick? Shouldn’t they get to know each other more before they became so intimate? Oh, my fucking god, the questions, Robert shivered.

    Robert broke away with regret. Jason tasted so delicious, his body so sexy, that Robert hated himself for being such a hesitant fool, such a pussy. Rip his clothes off, you wimp, get him to bed, fuck together hour after hour, screamed inside Robert’s head, his engorged genitals chorusing, cock and balls and ass crazily on fire.

    Actually, Jason was really looking forward to this moment, ever since they had met at the bar. He had been very attracted to Robert then. He had been without a partner for almost a year now, and he was not a man for short, passing relationships. He’d found in Robert a fantastic prospect. That was why he’d  called him this morning and had been elated at Robert’s invitation.

    Jason hadn’t planned on the type of greeting they just had or on the lustful embrace in the kitchen. He’d thought that they would pass the evening with a nice dinner and then coffee, getting to know each other better. But the minute that Robert opened the door, Jason had felt that he wanted him sexually. He wanted to grab him and make love to him right there on the door step.

    It had come so naturally. Robert exuded sexuality, and Jason could not resist the temptation of holding him, wrapping his arms around him, kissing him, grinding against him. Robert seemed to be hungry for the kissing and the embracing as well. His butt had ground against Jason’s hardness with vigor, promising a lust and passion that Jason was dying to experience.

    Jason smiled at Robert. He sensed the hesitation in his new friend; he was anxious that Robert did not find him attractive enough. But the kiss told him different. The kitchen hug had emphasized Robert’s willingness. Oh, well, thought Jason. He would see how things evolved. First the kiss, then the embrace. A moment ago, Robert had been feeling his chest, his nipples, and that had excited him also. But why did Robert move away all of a sudden?

    Robert, meanwhile, was fumbling for a cigarette. He had to have one. He was so nervous, so excited, so anxious that a nicotine dose felt a must. As he lit up, he glanced at Jason to see if he could detect any expression of distaste.

    “Can I have one, too?” Jason said, reaching for the packet of Winston Lights.

    “Yea, man, sure,” Robert said inhaling and blowing out the smoke thankfully. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

    “Well, I do, every now and then, on special occasions,” Jason said lighting up.

    “Ah. So this is a special occasion, then?” Robert smiled, dragging on the cigarette, starting to relax.

    “Sure is,” Jason unabashedly grabbed Robert’s crotch, squeezing on the still-hard penis. “Very special.”

    Somehow, the cigarette settled Robert’s nerves a little. He laid back and took off his shirt. Jason placed his hand on the exposed man chest, and he fondled the patch of hair, caressingly. Robert held Jason’s hand and brought it up and down his chest as the sensations of the caress took over his body. He stubbed out his cigarette, and leaned over for more kissing. Jason had his hand back on Robert’s crotch, kneading, rubbing on the hardness, as the two pairs of lips met.

    Fumbling, urgent, the two young men took off each other’s clothes. Naked, they made out on the sofa, alternating between skin caresses and stroking each other’s cocks. Robert was cut; Jason had skin. Both were fairly hung, but Robert’s cock shaft was thicker and the pubic patch more pronounced. Their moans were full of passion as they naked bodies morphed into each other, their hardness rubbing and leaking on each other. Robert could feel Jason’s foreskin sliding up and down as he rubbed his own cock on it. It felt as if he was fucking Jason’s cock. He almost shot a load.

    Greedily, they went down on each other, at first alternating, and then moving into a 69 position. Both men had fingers around the other’s hole. Both were moaning and slurping and swallowing. Both men were in heaven.

    For Robert, this was much more different than the park blowjobs he had had. At those times, all he wanted had been to empty his nuts. Now, he craved for the love-making to last forever. His cock inside Jason’s mouth was the center of the world for him. Jason’s cock sliding in and out of his own mouth was even more intense. This wasn’t just sucking cocks. For Robert, this was making love to another man that he was starting to have very deep feelings for.

    Lowering his cock into Jason’s mouth under him, he stroked Jason’s cock and kissed the head, pulling back the foreskin. His whole body shivered as he felt a finger probing his fuck hole. And then Jason started to lick up Robert’s hairy crack, finding Robert’s hole, licking around it, pressing insistently, the first finger digit already inside the rim muscle.

    Robert gulped down on the cock under him, down to the base, the pubes tickling his nose, the head pushing at his throat. The sensations from his mouth and his rim muscle almost made him pass out.

    How could another guy’s penis generate so many sensations in him? How could a flickering tongue at his ass make him melt? It was amazing.

    Robert’s body shivered as he felt Jason’s finger probe his ass deeper. He instinctively puckered against the invading finger. What he felt now was too wet for just a finger, however, too warm, until he realized that it was both Jason’s finger and his tongue at his hole. He swallowed hard on the cock as Jason’s finger probed and twisted, the tongue working his hairy crack. Oh, yes, what a feeling! He knew that there would be a hard man cock up his ass soon and he quivered with anticipation. With fear? With hesitation? Questions… Fuck the questions. He was ready.

    Robert got off Jason’s dick and tried to relax his ass muscle. Jason must have inserted another finger, stretching him.

    “Aw, fuck, Jase,” Robert moaned, stroking his friend’s slick cock, watching the skin slide over the pink knob and then down the shaft. This was his first uncut cock. This was his first finger probe. His first tongue rim. It would be his first fuck. He shivered with both lust and trepidation.

    Jason worked Robert’s hole, slowly, patiently, finger-fucking him, stretching the rim muscle, getting him ready. Robert’s reaction was to jerk off Jason’s cock wildly, sucking and licking the exposed knob, fisting the hard shaft.

    “Fuck, shit, ahhh, fuck Robby, baby, God, work that cock.” Jason suddenly froze. “Cummingggg, oh fuck, eat my shit, Rob. Yesss. Fuck, eat my fucking cock!” Jason couldn’t hold back, as much as he wanted to. Robert’s ministrations on his cock and his own working at Robert’s sexy hole and crack took him over the edge.

    As Robert quickly wrapped his lips around the throbbing cock, the squirts hit the back of his mouth with force. Pursing his lips around the engorged cock head, Robert tried his best to swallow the man juice, which kept shooting squirt after squirt. He tasted a mixture of saltiness and bitterness. Jason’s moans and grunts as he emptied his nuts were loud and breathless, his eyes closed shut, his neck muscles taut.

    Robert swallowed hard, working his own cock fast, feeling the build-up of cum in his balls as he took his new lover’s semen. As soon as he swallowed the last squirt, he exploded onto Jason’s chest. If possible, he ejaculated with more force than Jason had. Jason still had his finger up his puckered ass, and he could feel the squeezing of his tight virgin hole around the probing finger with each squirt of cum.

    It took a while for the two guys to settle. They were sweaty. Jason was covered with Robert’s semen. Robert still tasted Jason’s juice every time he swallowed. It was intense and sweet. Both guys kept their erections.

    “Wild,” Jason managed to say, reaching for the Winstons. He lit two cigarettes and gave one to Robert.

    “Wild?” Robert breathed, puffing on the cigarette. “Jase, like out of this world!”

    Jason laughed and patted Robert’s butt, lovingly.

    Robert and Jason lay back, inhaled smoke, and waited for their senses to return to normal. But their cocks throbbed with a need which neither of them had experienced before.

    Robert ran his hand over Jason’s chest, covered with cum mixed with sweat. He fondled the center patch of hair where some of his juice had been caught. He licked his finger. Unlike the saltiness of Jason’s cum, his own tasted tangy. Jason smiled as he watched.

    Heaving himself off the sofa, Jason said, “Let’s get rid of this spunk, baby. Shower?”

    Robert nodded although he hated the idea of washing away all this manhood on their bodies.

    They headed for the shower and got under the steaming water, embracing, kissing, unable to let go of each other. They soaped each other slowly, lovingly, basking in the glow of rubbing each other’s skin. And of course, they both sported huge erections.

    When Jason got to Robert’s ass, he resumed the fingering he had started earlier on the sofa. Robert raised one leg to give him more access, and the soap took away part of the intruding pain. Robert tingled as he felt himself open up. With a deliberate move, Jason pulled out his finger and placed his pelvis under Robert’s ass, his cock hard and pointing upward towards the exposed hole. Holding Robert’s raised thigh, he pulled back the skin, placed his cockhead at the waiting hole, thrust up, and entered.

    Robert inhaled. The probing cock stretched him, but the pain he had been expecting soon turned into pleasure. Jason’s cock slid into him easily, as far as anal penetration could be called easy. He wondered. How could that be? He should be screaming, begging for Jason to pull his fucker out. But, no! Robert wanted more, more manhood inside him, filling him, making him whole.

    Incredible! This was incredible. Robert reeled as his new friend’s cock buried deep into him, pushing hard at his bowels. He moaned. Jason pulled out and thrust back in, out and in, fucking. Robert felt weakness in the knee of the leg supporting him. He grabbed for the shower stall wall to steady himself, the fire burning in his ass, the hardness plowing into him, harder, deeper. The wall was wet and slippery, and Robert felt himself losing balance.

    As if in slow motion, Robert slid down to the wet floor, taking Jason with him. Jason was oblivious, pounding away, but Robert landed with his leg under him. He felt a searing pain and cried out. Jason pounded harder mistaking the scream for pleasure. Robert tried to push Jason away, clutching at Jason’s chest, pushing him back. But Jason kept fucking, going wilder, ramming into the tight ass. It took a couple of minutes for Jason to finally explode hard inside Robert’s body as Robert was losing consciousness.

    “Baby?” Jason whispered, not realizing that Robert had passed out. “Robby? Baby, that was intense. I love you, baby.”

    There was no response from the body slumped on the shower tiles. As Jason’s spent dick slid out of the hole, dripping creamy cum, Jason realized that there was something wrong. 

    “Hey, Rob,” Jason shook his buddy frantically, lying limp on the tiled floor. “What the fuck, Robby. Hey, man. Wake up. Oh, my God, Robert. Oh, shit. Wake up, baby,” Jason slapped Robert on the face cheeks a couple of times.

    Robert groaned as he came to.

    “Robby, baby.” There were tears coursing down Jason’s face. “Did I hurt you, man? Oh, fuck. I hurt you! Fuck, fuck, Robby, please, baby, answer me.”

    “My leg,” Robert moaned.

    What? Jason thought. Leg? I wasn’t fucking the leg!

    “What?” he asked as he helped Robert sit up, his back resting on the wall.

    “Aw, fuck,” Robert grunted. “My fucking leg. I fell on it.”

    Jason helped his buddy up. “Does it hurt much?” He was very concerned.

    Robert tried to put some weight on his leg but couldn’t.

    “I think it’s the ankle,” he moaned in pain as Jason helped him hop to the bedroom, Robert’s arm around his neck, his arm supporting Robert’s waist. They were both dripping water, but Robert seeped some of the cum filling his ass as well.

    Jason laid Robert on the bed, naked and wet. He looked so delicious that Jason wished he could climb on top of him and fuck him again. But Robert seemed to be in a lot of pain, and the ankle looked like it was going to swell.

    “Baby,” Jason said, touching Robert’s ankle. “You need to see a doctor.”

    Robert nodded. “There’s a clinic a couple of blocks away, but you will have to drive. I don’t think I can walk.”

    Back in the apartment, a couple of hours later, Robert rested on the sofa, his leg up on a cushion, after they returned from the clinic. He looked a bit pale, but they had given him some pain killer and he didn’t seem to be in much pain. There was no fracture, thank God. He had sprained his ankle. The doctor said that there would be some swelling and that he shouldn’t put much pressure on it, but he was going to be fine in a few days.

    Jason kissed Robert lightly on the mouth.

    “You kept on fucking me after I slipped, you bitch,” Robert opened his eyes and looked at Jason accusingly. Even after hours and a lot of ankle pain, Robert still felt soreness in his ass as he squeezed his rim muscle, remembering the ecstasy of Jason’s cock sliding in and out of his ass.

    “I couldn’t let go of you once my dick was inside you, baby. You felt so tight around my cock that I had to keep on fucking. And you sounded like you were loving it.” Jason was not really apologetic. He had enjoyed fucking Robert and filling him with his seed immensely. His squirts lasted for ever, electrifying his whole body.

    “But I had sprained my ankle, you fuck,” Robert said, the beginning of a smile on his face.

    “I couldn’t have known. The way you moaned and groaned and squeezed on my cock, man, I thought you were going to shoot your load with my dick deep inside you.”

    Robert slapped Jason lightly on his handsome cheek. “You think we can go at it again?”

    “Baby, again and again and again,” Jason said, shedding off his clothes instantly and pulling off Robert’s. Both naked, with Robert’s hurt leg raised on a pillow as he rested on his back, and with Jason kneeling between his thighs, they fucked. It was sweet and slow and tender, unlike the shower fucking. But it was as intense, if not more. After Jason dumped his load inside Robert, he bent down and took him in his mouth and blew him to ejaculation.

    Robert and Jason stayed together. They fell in love and they were content. They did make a beautiful couple. Questions? There would always be questions. But for the moment, the fucking was as sweet as ever.


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  • Chastity belt challenge at gay bar

    So i was once at a party with a friends who one after other went home. At around midnight it was just me and as you might imagine I was a bit drunk. I decided party is not over and went to this local gay club. It sadly no longer exists, but it was this Blue Oyster type of establishment. Leather, light BDSM, fuck club. I had arrived and found out it was “all naked” theme party in progress, so I went with the flow. I was there for about an half an hour, warming up, getting more drunk when this fella spoke up. He was around 30, muscular, but not ripped. Just the right amount of muscle. Thick black hair and strict look. Bully at the first glance. Oh and pretty impressive dick.

    There were about 20 of us when we gathered around him as he announced with light Australian accent: “Hello everyone! I want to introduce myself.” He was the hottest guy I the club so naturally everyone payed attention.

    “My name is Dennis and I will be in town for few months. I would like to use this time and try out something I want for a long time. I have this.”. He pointed at the bar where lay device. I have seen one online before and always wanted to try it. It was chastity belt. This one was a fairly small.

    “Anyone know what it is and want to use it?” he asked. Everyone was silent, but as hard as I tried not to, I was getting a hard on.

    He noticed. “Hey mate, you seem to like it!”. Everyone looked at me, then at my boner, some of them smiled.

    “There is another one!” shouted someone from the crowd and pushed one young guy with raging boner out.

    It was ready easy to tell Dennis liked where the situation was going and said “Perfect, we will have a challenge for it. I need two other guys who would like to get a blowjob”.

    Some raised hands. He picked two of them and they walked next to him. He continued “You two will give those two a blow. Who will manage to get his guy to cum first will be spared, the other one locked in. How does that sound?”. The crowd started to cheer. We were both hard as fuck, there was no point in trying to hide it. I was out to it and now blame the alcohol for it. So I went to the guy I liked more. The other challenger was hesitant, but joined shortly. It is safe to say we were both nervous.

    More guys from the black room joined the bar, all curious of course… around 25 were watching at that point.

    Dennis continued: “I thought I will choose who will be assigned to who, but I think I like the natural choice made. I said blowjob, so no hands. You will swallow the load.” Said with strict tone.

    “Any last questions?”. My heart was beating.. and then the guy I picked said “I have already cummed three times today. Good luck boy!” he was laughing as he said it. Shit, I thought.

    I looked at the other guy, he was already hard. Mine was not. We started sucking. It took around 3 minutes just to get him half hard. At that point the guy next to me was already moaning. It took just 5 another minutes and the competitor was shooting his load. I realised what shit I put myself into.

    “Great job!” applauded Dennis.

    “Now what is your name?” he asked me as I sat down defeated.

    “Michael.” I answered.

    “Sit down on this chair and put hands behind your back, Michael.” I did so. He pulled handcuffs from behind the bar and put it on. “So you dont run away.” He smiled.

    As I was strapped down he said “You never asked for how long will be the chastity on, mate.”. He was right, shit.

    Now they were all standing around me, laughing. He took the chastity and started to do the work. “If you get hard now, I’ll squeeze your balls until it’s soft, understood?” I nodded, I was so nervous I could not even if I wanted to.

    He put a metal ring around my balls and dick. Then the cage, then the lock. As I felt metal around my cock I felt blood pumping to my dick. “You can get hard now,”, he laughed so hard.

    “You know what will happen next? I’ll buy you a drink or two and then you will go home. You will meet me here next Friday and we will see if you deserve to be unlocked, yes?” I wanted to protest so hard, but there was no way out of this for me. The chastity was tight, it won’t go down without the key.

    “You will give me spare key I case of emergency?” I tried to ask.

    “Absolutly not!!” the bar exploded with laughter. Fuck fuck fuck!!

    We have been drinking, but I don’t remember much of what happened. I know I gave him my phone number, he refused to give me his. I recall I was “borrowed” to some guys so they can check the chastity out. Dennis was very explicit about what will happen if I dont obey.

    Rest of the night is black.

    The next morning

    I woke up with a tremendous headache. In bed I rolled on my stomach only to discover some pressure in my crotch. I went to grab my dick and felt the metal instead. It this moment I realised what I did yesterday. I let some random guy in a bar to lock me in chastity belt. No key in my possesion and no way to contact him. I was lying there and memories slowly came back to me up to the moment he locked me. Then there is dark with few fragments.

    I tried to get the belt off my dick. There was no escape and I started to panic. I will meet him next friday and surely he will unlock me, I can manage up to that point. I just need to figure out how to hide it at the gym and work, I was assuring myself.

    I went on with my first day in chastity. I was sick and hangover so I did not payed a lot of attention to my locked dick. I just needed to pee, sitting, so humiliating…

    Second day was where things started to get interesting. Getting random hardons was really uncomfortable for my dick with no room to escape. It woke me at night time a lot. I was sleep deprived after 3 days. And horny, I was so fucking horny. I would fuck hole in a fence if I could. And it was only getting worse with each day.

    On Thursday I got message from “Anonymous” number: “Come shaved, I like my boys smooth”. At that point I would fucking even run naked across a street if it pleased him, only to get unlocked. I was in a bathroom for almost two hours to shave properly.

    On Friday next text: “At midnight. If you want to drink, do it before, you won’t have much of a chance here”. What the hell was he planning. I survived last day at work, got myself some beer on the way home and waited for a proper hour. I definitely did not want to go there sober.

    “Right on time, mate!” said Dennis as he saw me arriving. It was naked Friday again. There were some fresh faces but it was mostly guys from the last week. I did not try to hide the chastity. Did not want to get him upset from a start.

    “How did you enjoy last week?” he asked. I was very nervous and mute, so he got up, approached me and started to play with my balls. My dick could burst out from cage as it tried to get hard like never before in my life. Then shock of pain went thought my body. Dennis was crushing my balls “I asked how did you enjoy last week and I expect answer”. He was still crushing them.

    I responded quickly and truthfully “Not at all, I am so horny, please I will do anything for unlock.”. He released his hand. “That is exactly the answer I was expecting. Get on this blindfold.” I did as he asked, he was still firmly holding my balls. He continued “Now follow me.”. I felt as he pulled my balls and I followed the direction. He was walking fast and I was nervous not to hit anything, but every time I slowed he just pulled more. I think we went to a different room.

    “Get on your knees”. My heart was beating. “Spread your legs. More!”. I have felt as he put a collar around my neck, pretty tightly. Then he grabbed my hands and restrained them just under my scapula. If I tried to release the tension I would just pull my neck down with my hands. It was connected.

    “Don’t move!” he said strictly and I felt his hands around my neck. When he released I tried to bend forward a little, but I could not. He tied the collar to the ceiling. Then he put something on my balls and in a few second i felt as they are pulling down. “Spread your fucking legs!!” he grunted. He tied my balls to the floor. Only my ankles were free now. And as I was thinking that I felt as he puts them in some kind of spacer bar.

    So there I was. Still locked in chastity, kneeling with my legs wide open, unable to stand up or sit down. With every move I tried I would pull my balls or my neck. Now I was truly fucked.

    “That’s how I like it. Hope you too, because you will spend few hours like that.” he said. “Please no, I beg you” I tried to bargain. “Shut the fuck up” was his response.

    He went away and I heard him shout “Everyone, come check this out!”. Then he come back with something that sounded like the entire bar. I have heard some guys laugh, some just simply said “nice”.

    And then Dennis announced: “You may see your personal blowjob machine for the night! He is locked in chastity for the past week and said he will do anything to be unlocked. Now I would like you all to use him as you please. Over there is a permanent marked. When you finish with him, just write Yes or No on him, meaning if you think if he deserves to be unlocked or not. Don’t write on his face, that is reserved for the final result.”

    What the hell I got myself into. It was barely 10 minutes and I was already feeling my knees, hands and stretched balls.

    Then he approached me and grabbed my chin “If I hear one complaint about you, I will make rest of the evening so much more fucking uncomfortable for you. Now open your mouth.” I was compliant, what choice did I have. I felt his spit fall on my tongue. “This is the only lube you get this evening, use it wisely.” Then he left.

    To be continued

  • Cody’s perky butt

    Working at a Spa has it’s benefits, and it was time for me to par take in these benefits.  

    They only had two male therapist to the 8 female therapist, there was Caleb, soft spoken married with a little girl, and then there was Brandon, the tall brunette with large hands and a piece of meat between his legs that always got him the best tips.   I worked at the front desk with 2 other girls, and Cody, it was a petite Spa so we were always bumping into each other or brushing by each other every time we escorted a guest into the lounge and changing areas.  

    Now I title this story CODY’S PERKY BUTT, Cody’s last name was Perkins and he had the perkiest butt I had ever seen.  Cody was in the Navy out of high school, and what it did for his physic guys could never even achieve at the gym.  Cody was a solid 5’10”, thick brown hair, and brown eyes, the perfect amount of body hair in all the right places and his ass was that of a Greek God, massive but it still had some giggle to it when he walked, and when you caught him running, holy shit that ass was bouncing like crazy.  Now don’t forget about Brandon or Caleb, those stories will follow this one.

    Cody was 23 and I was 30, we starting becoming close, hanging out after work, smoking weed, and drinking occasionally.  Cody always talked about girls and their pussies, knowing that I was gay, it seemed to be a subject that always came up when we would be hanging outside of work.  And do  you ever notice how “straight men” loving touching their cocks in front of gay men after a little alcohol is in them, as if to tease us.  Also living in a small town where everything closes by 9pm, there were always places to go and chill after hours, usually someone’s apartment.  

    When I was around Cody I took every opportunity to get a look at his big perky butt, his uniform was khaki pants, and a white polo shirt, everything fitting nice and snug on his well defined body.  His ass however in those khaki’s was almost busting at the seams, and Cody loved having his hands in his pockets that stretched the pants to the limit across his nice round melons.  

    When Cody and I worked together at the front desk, we always had fun, joking around with each other, watching video’s on the computers, playing games, typical guy stuff.  I always liked when Cody escorted the guest back into the locker area, the space where we sat was tight so he always brushed up against my back, sometimes with his big firm ass, and sometimes with that nice sausage between his legs.  It was a nice air conditioned spa, but outside was a scorcher, and the musky sweat scent that came from Cody was so intoxicating, it made my cock hard and my asshole twitch every time I got a good whiff.   It was a sweet musky scent and then there were Cody’s feet, so cute yet manly, and they had a scent of their own, sweat with a mix of vinegar and Frito’s corn chips, it was getting harder and harder to control myself around Cody, and he knew it.  

    That’s when I got promoted to Spa Manager, and no longer would be sitting next to Cody at the front desk any longer, how was I ever going to feel him against me when he would escort guest back, how would I ever be close enough to smell his musky sweat, and stinky feet, damn! That’s all I could think to myself.

    As the Spa Manager I had control of the schedule and I did most opening shift which started at 9:00am, none of the front desk coordinator’s liked the opening shift, it started at 8:00am and you had to get the spa ready for the day.  

    Cody never complained about the opening shifts and this gave me some alone time with him in the morning before the spa would open at 10:00am.  A few times when I would arrive at the Spa I would noticed Cody freshly showered and shaved, he told me that he liked to come in early to use the amenities, who could blame him. this spa had everything. 

    One morning I was sitting at my desk, I just missed Cody’s normal morning routine in the locker room, he then came into my office.

    “Is it alright if I leave my bag in here?”  he asked me.

    “Sure”  I told him

    Cody placed his bag next to my desk and the bag was open for all to see what he had inside.  He left and went about his business when I noticed his musky boxers and dirty socks on top of his bag, and the odor from his bag started to fill my office.

    I stared at Cody’s bag and was so tempted to steal those smelly boxers and socks of his, but he would know it was me, I wondered if he would get mad?  I at least had to get a good whiff of them before the day was over, I wanted to sneak off with them to a private bathroom and blow a huge load while sniffing the crotch of his boxers.  I pretended to drop my pen so I could get my face close enough to those musky boxers that looked pretty worn and thin is the ass area, I’m sure Cody had that problem with most clothing and undergarments considering the size of his enormous perky butt.  I reached down and brought my face as close as I could to the spot on the boxers that I knew would be riding up his ass, I inhaled as deeply as I could, and all I could think about is how Cody would refer to his ass being so sweet, holy fuck he was right.  The scent was so musky and raunchy but there was a lingering of sweetness that was hard to describe, but I knew I had to taste it somehow.  I must have spent a minute inhaling that sweet ass musk, unaware that Brandon had just walked in and caught me.  Brandon didn’t say anything, he just smiled and winked at me, touching his own man sausage.  I knew how to play this with Cody, he seemed to use the facility in the morning, so I thought it would be fun to catch him in the act.

    I arrived at the spa 8am sharp, when I went in through the back I saw that Cody was already there, the lights were on and half of the set up was done for the morning.  I walked into the waiting area, no Cody, I walked to the front desk, no Cody.  I walked into the men’s changing area with steam showers, lockers, toilets, etc.  

    It was steaming in the men’s room and the shower was running, I saw Cody’s bag on the bench next to the shower, only a pair of dirty socks were showing, where were his smelly boxers I thought to myself.  I worked up the nerve and opened the shower door on Cody, his back was to me and there was that big beautiful perky ass, all wet and shiny.  Cody turned his head, leaving his back and best assets for me to view.

    “What are you doing?”  Cody asked me.

    “Enjoying the view”  I said jokingly.

    “Oh yeah”  Cody responded, then he blew my mind by dropping a bar of soap and bending over to pick it up, exposing his most private furry pink asshole, the hairs wet and sticking perfectly around his rose bud.  My cock was fully erect at the sight.  

    “Like what you see?”  Cody said still bent over, looking at me through his legs now, water splashing all over his rock hard body, and perky ass.  “I know it’s a sweet ass.”  Cody said with a smile, I loved how confident and a little cocky he was towards me.

    “How do you know it’s sweet?”  I asked him jokingly.

    Cody then did the unthinkable, he stuck his finger inside his asshole and took it and ran it under his nose, then seductively stuck his tongue out and licked his finger, he closed his eyes making a girly slutty expression, like a porn star “Mmmmm, nice and sweet” Cody said as he stood up straight again, his butt giggled a little and he continued his shower, knowing that my cock was leaking through my work slacks I had to remove myself from the locker room.  

    Cody knew exactly what he was doing to me, he loved the control his big round melons had over me.

    This went on for the next couple of weeks, until Cody was promoted to banquets.  My heart was sadden that I would not get to enjoy Cody’s perky butt in the shower at the spa every morning we worked together.  I mixed my shifts around and was closing on a Thursday night by myself, Brandon was the last therapist with a client.  After the client left Brandon walked up behind me to check the appointments on the computer for tomorrow.  

    I could feel his body heat, and then there was that thick sausage rubbing against my back as he stood behind me.  Brandon then put his big strong hands on my shoulders and started to massage my neck, fuck it felt so good.

    “You’re really tight” he said with his soft deep spa voice.

    “Sitting at the desk all day”

    “You should let me work on you sometime”  Brandon said as he gave my shoulders a nice firm squeeze, his thick man meat pressing agains the middle of my back, shit had to be 10 inches soft.

    “I would love that”  I replied

    “Cool, let me know.  I’ve also got something you could sniff on”  Brandon then went on with his closing duties, did he just say what I think he did?????

    I guess I forgot to mention my looks, some say I look like Keanu Reeves, my ass was also something that turned the heads of both men and women.  Being that I was probably the only “OUT” gay man at the resort, and so good looking, the men and women employee’s there always flirted with me.  Especially the men that worked there, trust me there will be so many more stories to come with Brandon, Caleb, Mario the gardner, Joe in events, and then the boss himself, Greg, what a silver fox, but back to Cody.

    I was just about to finish up myself when in walked Cody, his shirt and pants stained with red wine.  “Dude,  I need to shower real quick before you close down, is that cool?”  Cody asked me.

    “Okay, but be fast, I want to get out of here.”  what I really wanted to say was Can I join you…

    I quickly closed the front of the spa so I could get into the men’s locker area so I could catch a glimpse of Cody’s naked body, and that SWEET PERKY ASS, after watching Cody taste himself, after getting a close whiff of his stinky boxers, I had to get a taste of that ass, and I wanted it ripe, not shower fresh, but I would take whatever I could get right now.    

    I went into the locker room and the steam shower was running on high, Cody was singing some lame song and I took notice of his boxers next to his pants on the bench.  Fuck it, I’m getting a good whiff now, and I did, I sat down and picked up his navy plaid boxers, and what is it with straight men keeping their underwear until they are filled with holes, elastic shot, stained, don’t get me wrong, I think it’s so hot and manly when I find a used worn out pair of musky men’s underwear.  

    Cody’s had a small rip right where they boxers would ride up his thick melons and rest on his sweet asshole.   I couldn’t help myself and while I was sniffing on his incredible musky boxers, I slipped my tongue right through that rip.  Jesus Christ I thought I was going to pass out, the scent was so strong and I could swear that I actually tasted Cody’s ripe asshole, it was sweet.  I wanted him so bad that I undressed myself and decided to join him in the single steam shower.

    My hands were shaking when I opened the door, but I couldn’t turn back now.  As soon as I stepped into the shower with Cody

    “What the fuck!?”  Cody yelled at me.  

    I was nervous, scared, turned on, and my cock was rock hard.  Cody looked down at my cock, he then pushed me against the wall, and suddenly I felt his thick strong hand around my neck, holy shit was he going to kill me!  Cody then slowly leaned in towards me, our cock heads kissing each other, with his hand still firmly gripping my neck he whispered.

    “Not here.”  

    “I’m sorry.”  I whispered back.

    “Don’t be.”  Cody responded as his hand released my neck, he then reached down and squeezed my hard cock.  “Pretty big package you got there.  Now get out of here so I can finish up, I’m meeting Veronica for some action later.”  

    I’ve seen Veronica in a bathing suit and her ass has nothing on mine so I decided to flaunt my bubble ass in front of Cody.

    “Cool”  I responded as I turned my back to Cody and stepped out of the shower.

    “Damn”  Cody said with his eyes glued to my bubble butt, I turned and smiled at Cody.

    “I got a pretty sweet ass too, Cody”

    “You sure do, almost like a girls”

    “Fuck you”

    “I know you want to fuck this sweet ass of mine”  Cody said as he turned his back to me and used his big hands to spread his massive cheeks as show me that pink furry hole again.  

    Cody then turned to me, his thick brown hair soaking wet, body glistening, “Everyone wants a piece of my sweet ass”  

    I loved how confident Cody was, but it was the truth, Cody’s perky butt was always looked at by both men and women, guest, and employee’s. Cody winked at me and then closed the shower door.

    This time I was going to steal Cody’s stinky boxers, after getting my tongue on them and tasting that sweet ass, these were mine now.  I decided to be kind and leave him my tiny brazilian bikini briefs, the kind with the 1/2 inch side strings and barely enough material on the seat to cover anyone’s ass, Cody’s big melons would swallow it up as he put them on, god I hope he puts them on.  I had to get back to the office and leave Cody, but I had a present that I was going to place under my pillow every night now.

    CHAPTER 2 COMING SOON…….


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  • Bearing Gifts

    Here’s another one from the first season of my Xmas Tales. Much more still to come…


    “I got you something,” Miller said, looking over at me with a mysterious grin.

    “Oh yeah?” I smiled, sitting up on the bed.

    We’d been chilling, talking, catching up while he unpacked, and honestly, I was just really into watching his big, muscular body shift and flex as he moved around. He knew I was watching him too, and I knew he liked that, so this was a good time for both of us. It hadn’t taken long for him to lose his shirt – it shouldn’t have been so warm this close to Christmas, but it was the South, and apparently the El Nino thing was fucking with the weather patterns. I wondered if I was ever gonna see another white Christmas. But hell, if it meant my big brother wearing nothing but shorts, that was just fine by me.

    “I was gonna wait a week, but… I think maybe you might not want to open this in front of the folks,” he grinned, and now he really had my interest.

    I watched his biceps flex as he pulled the heavy backpack up off the floor effortlessly, and pull the top open. The Corps had done his body good, but he’d always been a tough, hard-bodied stud, so all the extra muscle and definition was just the cherry on the sundae, for me. Made him even hotter to watch. I heard the crinkle of plastic, and then he pulled it out and tossed it to me, a white Dubai Duty Free shopping bag with something soft inside.

    “Dude, what is it?” I asked, excited, even though I was already unwrapping the rolled-up bag. And then I got it open, and felt my cock chub hard in my shorts.

    “Something special just for you,” he grinned, standing there with his hands on his hips, looking like a god.

    I pulled out a pair of military-brown Under Armour boxer briefs, letting out a soft noise of pleasure as I felt the fabric.

    “I wore them all the way to DC for ya, buddy,” he said, stepping over to sit by me on the side of the bed, his thick thigh pressing easily against mine. “Changed them out before I got on the connecting flight.”

    I grunted again and lifted his shorts to my face. Sure enough, there were the traces of his scent – his sweat, his balls, his cock. Him. Not rank, just manly. I felt his hand come to rest on my thigh, giving it a squeeze and a slow, friendly rub.

    “Yeah, I thought you might enjoy those,” he chuckled. “But there’s more, kiddo.”

    “Dude…” I half-moaned again as I reached in and found another pair. And another. Near-identical, all with a slightly different scent to them. It was like the world’s greatest three-pack of underwear, and I might have been the only guy my age who was happy to receive undies for Christmas.

    “This pair is Mike Hollins’,” he said, pointing to the ones in my right hand. “And those are Max Fujita’s.”

    “What… how?” I stuttered, so horny and surprised, I could barely speak.

    He just grinned at me, pulled out his phone, and showed me a picture. Two Marines facing his camera, wearing their camo, crammed into what looked like a handicapped bathroom stall. I could see Hollins and Fujita’s nametags on their chests, square jaws with big smiles above that. And below, their pants unbuttoned and pushed down, showing the very same underwear I was holding in my hands. Packed with thick tubes of Marine cock. Their shirts were pulled up to show the goods off – Fujita was smooth-skinned, with compact, defined muscles, while Hollins was bigger, with a solid-muscled stomach, thick thighs, lots of blond hair over pale skin.

    I thought that was hot enough, but then Miller swiped to the next item in the gallery. A video, shot in the same bathroom stall. “Hope you enjoy the presents, Carson,” Hollins said with a big grin. “Merry Christmas, bro,” Fujita said. Then they turned to face each other and kissed, tongues thick and wet. Holy fuck. I’d seen pics of them on Miller’s Insta, the big corn-fed blond football jock and the hot, compact Japanese-American wrestler type, and I knew they and Miller were tight. But not this tight.

    The video was real quick, just the greetings and the kiss, and already I had my hand on my epically hard bulge, ready to jack off. But then again, I had questions. So many questions.

    “Y-you told them about us, bro?” I asked.

    “Not in so many words,” Miller said. “We got shitfaced one night on leave in Dubai, and the three of us were already, well, real close, and things just kind of… came out. Hollins has a little bro too, and Fujita’s an only child, but he sure wishes he had one. One like you, Carse.”

    “Shittttt,” I murmured, picturing the three of them, drinking and kissing, and more. My hand was squeezing the bulge in my shorts again.

    “So they know about you and me, yeah, buddy,” Miller said, leaning in to brush his lips against my ear, in that way he knew got me all shivery inside. “And they’re very cool about it. And if you like what they sent you, well, there’s always more…”

    I didn’t know what to say, just that I was full of a mix of love and horniness and gratitude and incredulity. So I did the next best thing, and lunged in to kiss my big brother’s smiling lips. He grunted as my body collided with his, but then his big hands grabbed hold of my lats to steady me as we fed each other tongues, grunting and moaning into the kiss. Miller was the one who’d taught me how to kiss properly, and even beyond his hard body and thick cock and tight, big-muscled ass, it was the one thing I missed most about him. The tension between us had been electric ever since the airport this afternoon, waiting for a chance to be alone so we could greet each other properly.

    “This is fucking awesome, dude,” I murmured when we disconnected, Miller’s big hand rubbing over my close-cropped hair as he grinned at me.

    “Glad you like, little bro,” he said. “So… why don’t you try ‘em on? You’re built like Fujita… his might be the best fit.”

    God, I loved how my big brother just got me so well, and encouraged me too. He liked all this as much as I did. I grinned, stood up, let him see the big tent in my shorts as I undid them and let them drop, loving the way his eyes roved over my hard-muscled body. I’d been working out extra-hard in advance of him coming home, and I knew he’d loved how tight and firm and smooth I was before he deployed last time, but I could see from his eyes and the way he subtly licked his lower lip that he was very into the way I’d grown and hardened up since then. He reached out and grazed his fingers over the tube of my cock in the little white briefs I wore especially for him, the ones he’d gotten me over the summer before he left again.

    “Goddamn, but you’re beautiful, little buddy,” he murmured, and I smiled and pushed my hips out for him to continue exploring my big young cockbulge. Then I put Hollins and Fujita’s underwear down, and picked his up.

    “I’ll definitely wear theirs, bro,” I said. “But these are the ones I really want.”

    I shucked my briefs, watching Miller’s eyes as he tracked the movement of my freed cock, and then slipped his worn UAs up my athletic thighs. They were smooth and almost silky, the synthetic fabric designed for hot-weather climates, and the feeling of them on my skin made my cock leak at the tip, sending a buzz through my balls and loins. Miller was thicker and more powerfully built than me, with a big muscular ass and thick, powerful thighs, so his shorts were a little looser on me. But when my cock nestled into the pouch where his had been recently, throbbing and hard, it showed in the bigger underwear just fine.

    “What do you think, bro?” I said quietly, smoothing the fabric down over my hips so it stretched even tighter across my cock. Already, I was making a little dark spot of moisture in the shiny brown fabric.

    “I think you look fucking incredible, baby brother,” Miller murmured, eyes locked on his shorts on me. “And I think you need to come here, right fucking now.”

    I stood between his big, brawny thighs, one foot on the floor, one knee on the edge of the mattress, straddling his thigh, as I held his handsome face in my hands and swapped spit-slicked tongues with him. His big, rough hands roamed over my body, feeling my newly bigger muscles, all hard-carved and defined like his, just at 7/8 scale. They roved down to cup my ass, squeezing it deeply and slowly as he grunted appreciatively into my mouth, and then ran down my hips, my outer thighs, finding the bottom of the shorts legs.

    The little bit of looseness from where his big thighs had stretched the fabric out sure came in handy, as he pushed his fingers up inside the legs of the shorts, up the firm bulge of my quads, his palms warm and moist with sweat as they searched up to squeeze the long muscles. The fabric started to bunch up as he pushed up deeper, his kissing getting hungrier, wetter as he stroked up to my hips inside the shorts, buried forearm-deep in them as his big hands moved over to feel the hard flex of my ass, and the deep indents formed by the muscles I’d been squatting so hard to build up for him.

    We never stopped kissing, and I rested my forearms on his big shoulders as he drew me in closer, his hands fully squeezing my glutes as I ground the hard bulge of my cock against the big, thickly defined ripples of his muscular stomach.

    “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he grunted when we finally parted lips, me licking his spit from mine as he groped and stroked my tight-flexed ass. “I missed you like crazy, baby brother.”

    “Missed the hell out of you too, big bro,” I murmured back, grazing my lips over his teasingly. “Been saving it for you, y’know.”

    “Shit, for real?” he said, eyebrows arching in surprise. “An ass like this? Damn, I bet you were fighting ‘em off, kid.”

    “Not exactly, dude,” I chuckled. “I’ve had offers, sure. But I wanted it to be yours for now, man. You’re the one who took it the first time. Seemed like the least I could do while you were over there, fighting for us all. Like… a gift for you, bro.”

    “Ah buddy,” he said, leaning up to kiss me, deep and passionate, his tongue thick with his spit as he fed it to me lustily.

    “Do I get to open my present early?” he grinned, giving my glutes an extra-meaningful squeeze.

    “Just because you’ve been a good boy,” I grinned back.

    “Not entirely, you know,” he smirked.

    “That makes it even better,” I said, leaning in to feed him my tongue this time.

    The only thing that felt better than Miller’s big, uncut cock was his tongue, slowly lapping up my cleft through his underwear, tasting his sweat and manscent embedded in the fabric, making him growl hungrily and probe even deeper, pressing against my tight hole through the material, making us both moan with lust. I pushed my ass back against his face, and he clapped his hands onto both sides of it appreciatively, digging his fingers into the flesh and the muscle and licking even harder at my hole. These shorts were supposed to wick moisture away, and I wondered where to, and then I thought of all Miller’s spit pooling around my cock and balls and taint and inner thighs, and I just had to reach under and grope myself.

    “Wish I could fuck you right through these shorts, kid,” he grunted in my ear as he ground his cock up against my spit-soaked crack. He’d lost his shorts, and I guess he’d been freeballing ever since him and his buds had shucked their UAs in that Dulles restroom. The thought of the three studs freeballing inside their Marine uniforms as they flew home on their connecting flights drove me a little more nuts, and knowing Miller, I knew he was probably leaking a nice steady stream of precum inside his uniform pants the entire time. I’d have to check them out later on…

    “Wish you could too, bro,” I moaned, turning my head for a quick, hungry, tongue-lashing kiss.

    He growled hungrily and tugged on the waistband of the UAs, pulling them down the curves of my ass before pushing his handsome face back into my cleft, and the sensation of his wide, thick tongue lapping up and down my sweaty cleft was intense as fuck. He feasted on me, my scent and his all mixed up, glazing my crack with thick spit as he huffed and slurped and grunted and sniffed, pigging out with animal intensity as his tongue found my hole and dug in.

    My cock was flowing precum, throbbing steadily inside the crotch of his shorts, the fabric pulled even tighter across my leaking cockhead now that the back of the UAs were pulled down. I had to stop touching myself, because the sensations were too intense, and this show had only just begun. When Miller’s tongue wormed its way up inside my eager hole, though, it was a close fucking call. I had to grip the bedspread in my fists and push my face down into them to muffle my intense moan as he Frenched my hole, making his own happy, manly sounds as he made out with it, exploring it, probing as deep as he could with the muscle of his tongue. I’d cleaned myself out real good in hopes of this happening, and I was not disappointed as he feasted on me.

    “Fuck me, Mill,” I moaned after several solid teasing minutes of the royal treatment. “C’mon bro, fill me up with that big cock, man.”

    “Yeah, little buddy,” he panted, his breath hot and humid on my neck and shoulders. “You missed your big bro’s fuckin’ Marine cock, huh little stud?”

    Damn, I loved it when he got all revved up like this, talking like a porn star as he slapped his steely, dripping cock against my crack with a loud thwacking sound, before probing the head against my hole. I pushed my ass up and back, hiking it up to show him how much I’d missed it, and him. How much his little brother craved being filled by him. How my ass belonged to him, now and always.

    I heard him spit, felt the hot, wet splat of it on my cleft right above my hole, slowly sliding down. More spitting, making me moan again, and then the feeling of his fat cockhead again, now all slimed with a thick wad of his saliva, probing a little more. I’d been fingering myself, playing with toys, doing anything I could to keep my hole trained and ready for this moment, ever since the last time last summer. I could take him with just spit and determination now. But for all his sexual beastliness, Miller was a considerate dude – a lover, not just a fucker. I felt his cockhead pull away briefly, the bed shifting under me as he moved around, the sound of his bedside drawer opening, the cap of his lube popping open. And then the cool stream of it, drizzling down my cleft like honey, followed by the feel of his fingers stroking it into my hole, pushing it up inside of me while he glazed his big dick with even more of it.

    Then, the heat of his big, brawny body over mine as he leaned in and nuzzled the nape of my neck, up to my ear, tongue flicking at the spot just behind it that drive me nuts, made me moan.

    “Been thinking of this for months now, baby brother,” he whisper-growled in my ear, lips and tongue lightly flicking the edge of it. “Thinking about your tight little jock bro hole, baby. And my cock inside of it.”

    “You and me both, fucker,” I panted back, pushing my hole back against his throbbing, slick tip, feeling him start to push inside. Pressure, tingling, anticipation, all building inside of me.

    “So here we go then, little buddy,” he panted, and pushed, and I moaned as his big, throbbing Marine cock finally breached my ring and slid up inside me, thick and hot and intense as hell.

    It had been too long for both of us for it to last a long time, but we could do slow and deep later. We had a week of his leave for that. For now, we just focused on the need, the sensation, the intensity of our bro reunion. His grunts, my moans. The sound of his sturdy hips slapping against my ass. It was a good thing the bedroom was on the other end of the house from Mom and Dad, because as much as we tried to be quiet, sometimes you just get into that zone, y’know? Fucking like men fuck. Growling, cussing, talking dirty. His hands locked tight on my hips as he drove himself up inside of me, and I fucked myself back on him with just as much intensity.

    “God, you’re so fuckin’ tight, baby,” he grunted. “Like the first time.”

    “Fuck yeah… you copping my cherry, bro, like the fuckin’ stud you are,” I moaned. “Big fuckin’ brother cock, taking your little bro’s cherry with it…”

    That drew a deep, lusty growl from him, and a series of hard, deep, quick thrusts that had my eyes nearly crossing.

    “You gonna cum in my fuckin’ shorts, baby?” he grunted. “Nut in your big bro’s undies for him?”

    “Yeah, you want that, bro?” I panted. “Little bro’s cum in your Marine shorts? Send you back with ‘em all loaded up with your baby brother’s cum?”

    Yeah, he’d taught me how to talk dirty, and I knew just what to say to get him really rolling. All the same shit that got me rolling. Fuck, I loved having a brother so much like me.

    “Awwww fuck yeah,” he growled. “And maybe… just maybe… I can get Hollins and Fujita to come to DC early… before we all fly back… get a hotel room… and introduce you to my battle bros…”

    “Fuck yes, dude!” I moaned, and he chuckled and gave my ass a solid smack, then reached around my hip, underneath me, to find the aching, throbbing bulge of my cock straining at the pouch of his underwear, leaking like crazy.

    “Cum for me, baby brother,” he growled in my ear as he started to rub and squeeze my bulge, sliding his hand over the silky synthetic fabric encasing it. “Cum in big bro’s shorts. Like I been doing for you the last six months kid… in these exact shorts…”

    “Oh dude,” I moaned, and then he rubbed his palm over the leaking tip of my cock in a circular motion and suckled on my earlobe as he thrust his thick cock up into me real deep, and I came. Fuck, I came and came, as his hips locked in tight against my ass, holding his cock in place, throbbing inside of me as I tightened up all around him in the throes of my cum. 

    He tilted my head around to meet him and clamped his lips to mine, letting me moan into him, absorbing the sounds of my cum, breathing them in as his tongue scoured my mouth. Then he started to grunt, deep and animalistic, and I swore I could almost feel his cum starting to flood my insides, as I spewed my hot load into his shorts, soaking them against his stroking palm.

    We stayed locked in place like that for a couple of minutes, our kiss slowing, mellowing, his body covering mine almost protectively, as our cocks twitched and leaked the last drops. This felt just as good as everything else, the slow, deep connected moments, and I kind of hated it when his cock softened and he slowly extracted it from me. His big hands went to my hips and gently guided me over onto my back, splayed out across his bed, glazed with sweat, my chest still heaving, a dazed, happy grin on my face. I looked down at the pouch of his UAs, soaked through with my cum and pasted down to the softening mound of my cock.

    “Damn, it’s starting to cool, bro,” I chuckled as the cum started to flow down over my cock and balls with the change in position.

    “Can’t have that, little bro,” he grinned, giving me a wink as he dropped to his knees beside the bed and reached for the front of his shorts on me, flipping them down to reveal my cum-pasted cock, half my load still clinging to the inside of the pouch. Then his handsome, sweaty face dipped in low, and I moaned again as he ran his fat tongue all over the tingling, softening length of my cock, down over my balls, cleaning up my little brother cum, before dipping into the pouch and scooping up what was left there, too. It was almost enough to get me hard again immediately, and I knew I’d replay the sight in my mind probably for the rest of my life.

    My mouth was already open, eager to receive him as he slid up my body, covering me with strong muscles and sweat and heat as he fed me my load on his tongue. I clutched the big, hard mounds of his ass as we writhed together, pigging out happily with each other as we swapped our spit and my cum back and forth, until it was all gone and he rolled over onto his back beside me, his thick fingers finding mine and interlacing with them, squeezing.

    “Hell of a homecoming,” he chuckled, and I laughed with him.

    “Hey, Christmas comes but once a year, right?” I said.

    “Maybe, but I hope you can go more than that,” he said, running his hand down the muscles of my stomach and into the sticky mess of my crotch, making my cock throb dimly all over again. “I know I sure can.”

    “You fuckin’ better,” I laughed. “Besides, I’m sure you’d like to see me fill up those little briefs you got me, right? Maybe send them back over with you, bro.”

    “God damn I love you, you hot little fucker,” he grinned, coming in to kiss me with deep, focused intensity. “And hey, don’t forget – you need to get Hollins and Fujita a little something too.”

    “Oh, I’m on it, dude,” I smiled, kissing him this time. “I’m sure you can help me get them just the right thing, bro.”

    His leg shifted around a little, his foot scouring the floor, and then he hooked my discarded briefs with his toes and lifted them up to grab them, before folding his studly body over mine, rubbing the little white undies up my body as he came in close.

    “Let’s get mine squared away first though, baby bro,” he grinned, and we set to work doing just that.

    The End

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  • An Exploit in the Wild

    Joshua paddled as fast as he dared, looking back frequently making sure the other kayak was still tied to his. The sun was getting low in the western sky and the longer it took to get to a place where he just had a cell phone signal, the more he grew scared. Hearing Nathan moan while trying to keep his kayak in line just made Joshua fret more.

    They had decided to spend a week in the Okefenokee Swamp, paddling in its most remote sections. They were nineteen, on their first summer break from college, and ready for some adventure. There had been a debate about going down the Suwannee River from the swamp or going to the east side and putting in at one of the places with organized tours. But they did not want to be with other tourists, so they had put in on the west side and paddled in along narrow creeks that snaked through the vast swamp. The first day they paddle east and north, camped out on an island, and got wasted, laughing at the silliest comments and the sound of an owl somewhere in the woods.

    The next day, they had paddled deeper into the swamp, exploring small ponds, islands that were like oasis of wildlife or just slowly paddled along the slow-moving waters. It was getting dark before they found a suitable site in which to camp. There had been the quick preparation of a meal then bringing out of a bottle of whiskey, followed by the usual bravado of two young guys with the whole world out in front of them.

    The next morning, they had gotten a late start, the sun above the tree line in the east. The day had become hot, breezeless, and humid to a degree neither were accustomed, not even Nathan who was from Baton Rouge. They had paddled along the creek in a slow languid pace until it became late and time to find a suitable place to camp. They rounded a bend when Nathan had pulled to the side.

    “What is it?” Joshua had asked.

    “A boat is submerged. I can see the bottom of its hull.”

    That is when it happened. Nathan was paddling to stay in place, then he attempted to move sideways. Instead he rolled. There had been splashing around, Nathan trying to get upright, then the kayak popping up next to him as he came to his feet in neck deep water.

    “Joshua…I hurt myself,” Nathan had called out, and Joshua still shuddered when he thought about how Nathan how sounded.

    A cut above the right eye which was just deep enough to bleed. The worry was the one down the left arm, starting just above the wrist and going almost to the elbow. It was bleeding so much it scared the two of them. Joshua pulled off his shirt, tore it into strips, and wrapped the arm tightly to try to slow the bleeding.

    “We need to get somewhere with cell reception or where we can get help,” said Joshua. “Let’s tie our kayaks together so all you have to do is steer.”

    “Okay. I’m sorry.”

    “Hey, don’t’ worry about it. It’ll be something I’ll make fun of you for back in the dorm,” Joshua replied, eliciting a weak smile from Nathan.

    They rounded another bend and Joshua immediately saw a Jon boat pulled up on the bank. It was at a small clearing, the ground beat down and eroded from frequent use. Joshua sped up, suddenly feeling hopeful of getting help. He paddled as fast as he dared, letting his kayak run up on the bank, nearing rolling him. He jumped out and pulled Nathan on the bank.

    “Stay here and I’ll go see if someone is nearby that can help.”

    “No, I’m going. I’m sick of sitting and need to stretch my legs,” Nathan replied, easing out of the Kayak to get on his feet.

    They walked into the woods following a small path until they came to another small clearing. There was an old canoe sitting over sawhorses and a line stretched between two trees at the clearing’s edge. A snakeskin and two pelts hung from it.

    “Josh, over there,” said Nathan pointing to their left.

    Joshua turned to see a small cabin on piers in the edge of the woods facing the clearing. It was old, the wood weathered to a dark grey and its tin roof mottled with rust. A porch ran the width of it where a pair of dark tan pants and two plaid shirts hung to dry.

    “Someone lives here,” said Joshua as he started toward it.

    “Can I help you?” came a male voice from behind, and Joshua and Nathan turned to see a guy about their own age coming out of the woods into the clearing. Slung over the right shoulder was a shotgun and in the left hand a bird they would soon realize was a wild turkey. Joshua did not think about how the guy was dressed for he was too worried about Nathan.  The guy approached them in old worn jeans and a plaid shirt of blues and greens that was unbuttoned, revealing the body beneath.

    “Yes, my friend got hurt and we’re looking for a way to call out. Neither of us have a signal.”

    “You ain’t going to get a signal out here, and I don’t have a phone.”

    “Fuck,” Joshua uttered under his breath. “How far is it to someplace we can get help. Is there a road that leads out from here?”

    “I’m afraid there ain’t no road either. You have to go out the way ya come in. But why don’t ya’ll come up to the cabin and let me see how bad it is,” the guy said, looking Joshua up and down as he walked past them.

    It did not register with Joshua to consider how he had been appraised, standing there shirtless, revealing his upper body, one that was muscular from playing sports and staying active. Instead, he followed the guy, Nathan right behind him.

    The stair was weathered wood, the treads worn smooth. After climbing them, they came to the porch, finding it narrow, just enough room for a couple of wood back chairs facing out. The clothesline stretched between columns, and the breeze blew the garments back and forth, making Joshua and Nathan swing in toward the wall and as they ducked beneath them. The screen door squeaked with the stretching of its spring and Joshua and Nathan followed the guy into the dark interior.

    As he scanned the room, Joshua introduced himself, feeling a need to ease the tension he was feeling. With windows on three walls, it was obvious the open living and kitchen area made up the entire end of the cabin. There was a short run of cabinetry along the wall with a gas camper’s stove sat on one end and a large single compartment sink at the other. Sitting out from the cabinetry was a small table, the top plastic laminate of greens and white, in some floral pattern and it was edged with a wide aluminum band. The legs were chrome, the finish rusting through in places and there were only two chairs, looking sad in a way, obvious there should be at least four more.

    Along the rear wall with a window behind it, was a sofa and a chair that appeared to be outdoor furniture. A wood heater sat in the middle of the interior wall with a door on either side of it. Through the door near the front that Joshua could see into was a small bedroom, an unmade bed against the far wall and a desk at the window that looked upon the porch. It shocked him to see a few books anchored by a small wooden box that could be a jewelry box. If it was a jewelry box, it was the most surprising thing in the cabin.

    “I’m Joshua and this is Nathan.”

    “I’m Elijah but call me Eli.”

    “We were paddling the creeks when Nathan accidently rolled, hitting something submerged.”

    “Eli, have you got some bandages or something?” Nathan asked, stepping up closer looking pale and scared.

    “Yep,” Eli replied, going to the second door. A few seconds later, he came out with a tacklebox and went to the dining table. “Come here and let me see how it looks.”

    Nathan eased down in the other chair and Joshua moved to stand next to them. Eli removed the bloodied fabric from around the arm until the long cut was visible, blood oozing from it.

    “Damn, you didn’t hit that submerged boat about a mile downstream did ya?”

    “Yes,” Nathan replied.

    “The propeller is just below the surface,” Eli uttered, as he opened the tacklebox revealing it was full of medical supplies. Tubes of ointment, bandages of various sizes, including a few rolls of gauze, and bottles of alcohol, hydrogen peroxide and something neither Joshua nor Nathan recognized. “I need to clean it out. That water can make a cut like this get infected. This may sting a bit,” said Eli opening the hydrogen peroxide.

    Nathan lay on the sofa asleep. He had jerked and shook when as the peroxide bubbled in the wounds, then grimaced as Eli expertly wrapped his arm then bandaged his forehead. When he was finally bandaged up, he had yawned so long and hard, it was obvious he was exhausted. Eli told them he would tell them the way out in the morning, and they could camp out on his floor.

    While Nathan cleaned up in the bathroom, Joshua and Eli had pulled the kayaks up on the bank and brought the gear up to the cabin. Eli cooked venison and potatoes while Joshua took a shower putting on a clean t-shirt and shorts. Once they had ate, Nathan feel asleep on the sofa, Joshua cleaned up the kitchen, and Eli went to shower and put on clean clothes.

    Joshua was at the dining table watching Nathan sleep when Eli came out in nothing but jeans. They were worn, knees blown out and hung so low on the waist they revealed the muscular form of the stomach that tapered into them. Joshua found himself looking at Eli, admiring the muscular body. Eli sat in the other chair, leaned back with his butt right at the seat’s edge and legs stretched out. Joshua found himself looking at Eli more than any of the surroundings. The smooth tanned skin, the nipples that sat high on the pecs, the long neck, long fingers of the right hand lying on the chest, the left hand holding the edge of the seat. He looked at how loose the jeans were around the waist, gapped open so much Joshua tried to look within them. He wondered how they stayed up, then wondered again about his desire to have seen them slide down and Eli step out of them.

    Joshua had looked at other guys before, telling himself he was just comparing, sizing them up in relationship to his own development. All through high school he had dated girls and pretended to ignore the antics of the other guys in the shower room after P.E. or baseball practice, or their antics at some bonfire, taking out hard cocks while bragging about blow jobs and fucking. He had looked. Cut his eyes over to Brad or Jason or Matthew or…

    He had looked at developing chests, bulging biceps, and flaccid cocks hanging over loose sacs. He had looked wondering about sex between guys, how it would feel, and if it were different than with a girl, knowing it would be. In college he found himself on the fourth floor of a dorm full of half-naked guys where he continued to look. His roommate gave him an eyeful all the time, and down the hall Nathan had been one of the worst (or best?) about changing clothes with the door wide open. He would strip naked without a second thought. Joshua would never admit it, but it was why he liked hanging out with Nathan. It was why he asked him to come on the trip, hoping to see him naked, and if he were lucky, maybe they would jack off together.

    Now he stared at Eli, the long torso stretched out only a couple of feet away. The skin that looked smooth and firm, and arms that looked bare of hair. He scanned down the long legs to the openings at the knees seeing bare skin and the round shape of kneecaps. He let his eyes move back up the thighs, lingering over the bulging crotch, trying to imagine what lay within. Was he cut, or uncut? Was it long, thick, did it have a flared head or was it tapered, arrowhead shaped? Was Eli a virgin from living out here alone, or was he experienced, and was it with women or men?

    Nathan talked in his sleep, then shifted around a little and settled back down, and Joshua turned his eyes from Nathan back to Eli. He did not see the blue eyes watching his own as he stared at the hand moving down the chest, over the flat stomach to the jeans, then fingers running along the waistband.

    “Do you like to mess around?” Eli asked in a whisper.

    “What?” Joshua replied, not sure he heard right?

    “You heard me. Do you like to mess around? Have some fun?”

    “I…I…”

    “I saw you looking at me. It’s okay.”

    “I wasn’t…”

    “You wasn’t what? Looking? Sshhhit, man, you were looking, and it’s okay. I liked it. You can look all you want,” Eli uttered with a voice that suddenly sounded mischievous, almost evil, as fingers undid the button on the jeans and tugged down the zipper. Nothing but skin and pubic hair came into view, then the base of a cock. “You can touch me too.”

    Joshua felt like he was in some dream state, the room receding from his field of vision. Only thing he could see was Eli. The upper torso, then the abdomen, the small fan of pubic hair and finally the cock. Eli spread the jeans open as Joshua unconsciously moved to the edge of his seat, leaning forward, eyes glued to the slow reveal of cock. Eli had him hooked, his complete attention on the physical nature of the body coming into view. Eli reached out with his left hand, taking Joshua by the wrist, pulling his hand toward him.

    “Nathan and you never did anything? Never had any fun?” Eli whispered.

    “No, but I…wanted to,” Joshua uttered as he watched Eli guide his hand to the stomach. He felt the firmness of it, and the smoothness of the skin. He moved his fingers back and forth, raking fingertips over it.

    Eli let go of Joshua who did not pull away. Instead he felt an opportunity granted, the temptation to touch made too great to pretend he did not want to do it. He moved his hand over Eli’s stomach, up over the firm pecs, feeling the hard nub of each nipple, then he moved his hand down until fingers combed through pubic hair, then rub along the exposed portion of cock. He saw the length of it where it pushed upward against the worn denim fabric. It was stretched out to the right, almost to the hip and he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric and worked them along the thickening shaft.

    “Yeah, that’s it, take it out,” Eli whispered.

    Joshua pulled at the thickening cock until it slipped free of its confines and he held it up to see the size of it. It filled his hand and protruded above it with a flared head. He was breathing hard, almost panting, as he slowly began to stroke it.

    Eli held the edge of the seat, letting Joshua stroke him. He moaned and pushed upward occasionally just to watch his cock slide through Joshua’s fist. He grew more aroused, until his cock drooled from the slit and Joshua smeared the slick down the long shaft.

    “Help me get my jeans off,” Eli whispered.

    Joshua moved to the floor on his knees and shifted around until between Eli’s feet. He tugged on the waist band of the jeans as Eli held his ass above the seat. The jeans slid down so easily, once again Joshua wondered how they had stayed up when Eli had come from the bathroom. He worked them down the long legs, slipped each foot free and laid the jeans to the side. He looked up, eyes moving up the long legs, to the loose sac and hard cock, framed by a small fan of pubic hair. He looked for what seemed a long time as the cock flexed and leaked on the hip, then he let his eyes move up the flat stomach, the muscular chest, long neck until he found himself facing Eli, who was staring back.

    “You like my body?” Eli whispered.

    “Yes,” Joshua replied breathlessly.

    “Touch me,” Eli commanded.

    Joshua put a hand on each leg and moved between them as he ran each hand upward. He moved so close he could see the nuts shift in their sac, the vein that ran the length of the cock, and how another drop fell from the slit, while he dragged his hands along the smooth muscular legs until they were either side of the cock. He felt breathless, and feverish, and aroused. He cupped the loose sac, felt the nuts move around with his manipulation.

    Eli took his cock by the base and held it up, watching Joshua’s eyes go from his nuts up to it. He waved it back and forth and saw the eyes move accordingly. Back and forth, glued to it as if hypnotized by it.

    “Tug on ‘em,” Eli whispered.

    Joshua circled the sac with forefinger and thumb then tugged.

    “Harder,” Eli uttered.

    Joshua tugged harder and saw the cock flex, then release a large drop of clear pre-cum. It trickled down the side of the head, and Joshua leaned closer, so close he felt an urge to draw even closer until his lips touched it. He wanted to tongue that clear drop trickling down the head, then tongue the head. He was imagining it when the cock smacked against his lips, then smeared slick across his cheek and nose, then back under his chin. Eli was rubbing it over his face, and he captured its scent, the musty masculine nature of it.

    “Lick the head,” Eli uttered.

    Joshua licked the head.

    “Tongue it, lick it clean.”

    Joshua tongued it, then licked it clean.

    “Suck it.”

    Joshua put his lips to the head and parted them enough to let the cock slip through as he pushed down, taking half of it, then pushed again to take nearly every inch.

    “Fuck, that’s right, push that mouth down on it.”

    Joshua pushed down until the cock was in his throat cutting off his air. His nose was buried in pubic hair and he pulled back, inhaling deeply, capturing Eli’s masculine scent. Then he pushed down again.

    Eli leaned forward, pushing Joshua down on his cock as he reached over Joshua’s back tugging on the t-shirt. He worked it up until at the arms and Joshua leaned back and let him remove it. He looked at the fair white skin and the muscular body within it, knowing Joshua was a college boy. He sensed it as soon as he saw him. A college boy who liked to suck cock. He wondered if there were other things the college boy would like to do. He leaned back, holding up his cock and watched Joshua move to it, with mouth open. Joshua then sank the drooling cock back into his mouth.  Using his right foot, Eli ran it up Joshua’s thigh and over the crotch, digging his toes into it. He felt the cock within, and he ran his foot over it then pushed against it, feeling it flex.

    “Take off your shorts. Let me see your cock,” Eli whispered.

    Joshua stood and he was obviously aroused, the front of his cargo shorts tenting out obscenely. He undid them while Eli watched. He liked him watching, eyes focused on his hands, as he undid the button, then tugged the zipper down, and let them fall to his ankles.

    “The shorts too,” Eli commanded in a low voice.

    Joshua pulled out the front to get them past his erection then pushed them down until they fell freely to his ankles. He kicked everything off and stood naked before Eli.

    “Do I look okay?”

    Eli looked at the masculine body, with the tattoo on the right bicep and some small symbol over the right pec. He looked at the white skin and how it appeared to almost glow in the dim light of the room. Was he okay? Joshua had asked and he smiled at the naivety of him, this innocence to how good looking he looked, knowing Joshua was doing something for the first time.

    “Yes, you look good,” Eli replied, his tone mischievous, smiling as he said it. “Now come closer.”

    Joshua moved up close and stood between Eli’s legs. He watched Eli take his cock and suck it. Took damn near the whole thing and began to work lips and tongue on it until Joshua had to brace himself on Eli’s shoulders. No girl had ever sucked him with such desire. A hand tugged on his sac until he shivered with the pain, and the pleasure of it. Another hand moved to his ass, fingers trailing up and down the cleft between his cheeks. Then they pushed between them until touching him, one finger circling over his opening. He pushed back against it wanting to yell out for Eli to do it, to punch that finger through his tight opening and bury it in him. He shuddered and moaned far too loud when Eli did it. First one finger, then two, then three, stretching him open, twisting and turning in his hole. They piston inside him as lips moved to the head of his cock and tongue pushed into the slit.

    “Fuck…fuck…fuck me,” Joshua uttered, struggling with every word.

    Eli slipped Joshua’s cock from his mouth and sat back, smiling up at Joshua for it amused him how consumed with lust he had become.

    “You want me to fuck you?”

    “Yes.”

    “You want my cock in your ass, doing what my fingers were doing?”

    “Yes.”

    “Get on the table.”

    As Joshua moved to the table, Eli climbed to his feet and moved up behind him.

    “Face me,” Eli whispered.

    Joshua turned and Eli saw he had blue eyes and within them, he saw a pleading. He put his hands on Joshua’s waist and kissed him. He did not know if Joshua would pull back or be accepting and he was pleased with the way Joshua opened his mouth to him. He guided him back, got him up on the table while they kissed. Then he pulled back and lifted Joshua’s legs forcing him to lay back across the table. With head hung over the opposite side and legs held up and out, Joshua lay spread open for Eli. Nothing was hidden. There was none of the earlier shyness. Hard cock laying on the stomach and the ass spread open revealing the tight opening.

    Eli moved forward until his cock was pressed against the opening, and he looked over to the sofa and saw Nathan watching them, a perfect side view of his thick cock at Joshua’s hole.

    Watch and learn, Eli said to himself as he kept his eyes on Nathan as he pushed the head of his cock into Joshua, then inch after inch of the shaft. Slowly he penetrated him while watching Nathan’s eyes grow wide.

    “OH…Eli…” Joshua uttered as his body shuddered with the penetration, but he did nothing to stop, or even slow Eli from pushing cock all they way inside of him.

    Eli turned to Joshua, looking at the fair skin grow shiny in the dim light. Sweat was beading up on it, and soon it would trickle down the sides in steady rivulets as he fucked him as hard as he could. He began with a steady pull and push back in, slow, savoring the feel of every inch being dragged through the tight opening. Then he increased his pace, fucked harder, faster, until his abdomen smacked against ass and the table protested beneath Joshua. The sound of their fuck echoed in the small room, but Joshua seemed oblivious to it, not thinking about how Nathan could not possibly be still asleep.

    Eli pulled Joshua’s feet to his upper chest, feeling a push against it as he hammered his cock in Joshua’s depths. He leaned forward until knees pressed down on chest and continued to fuck. He pulled nearly out, letting Nathan see what Joshua was taking, then shoved back inward, all the way. He slowed his pace, pulled completely out, then pushed back in, making Joshua moan. He did it over and over, slowly, knowing they were being watched. He looked toward the sofa seeing the wide-eyed stare and motioned with his head for Nathan to join them.

    A hesitation, then Nathan sat up and watched for a few seconds. He watched the way Eli moved at the waist, working cock in Joshua’s depths and how he kept him folded over. He watched Joshua reach out to each side, fingers just over the edge of the tabletop and he gripped it tightly. Nathan stood and began moving toward the table. He pulled his shirt off, then undid his shorts letting them fall to the floor where he stepped out of them. He pushed his boxers down revealing his erection and stepped out of them when they dropped to his ankles. He moved to the opposite side of the table, where Joshua’s head hung over the side.

    Joshua lay back clutching the table to hold himself steady. With eyes closed, he focused on the feel of Eli plummeting his insides. The thrust of cock into his depths and the constant smack of abdomen against his ass. His body felt overheated, skin burning up as if feverish and it was wet, especially where he lay on the table and his legs pressed into his chest. Then he felt something rub over his lips, up and around his chin, then back to his lips. He knew it was a cock and he parted his lips taking the head into his mouth. As it pushed inward, he suddenly realized it was Nathan’s cock. He opened his eyes only to see upper thighs and sac and the place behind it. Releasing the table, he reached up to hold the thighs, feeling them move forward while cock pushed to the back of his throat.

    The table rocked and squeaked as Joshua took both cocks. He heard Eli laugh, then felt an increase in pace, both cocks fucking faster. Then Eli pulled out and released his legs. He put his feet on the edge of the table as he drooled around Nathan’s cock.

    “Trade places,” said Eli.

    Nathan pulled free and Joshua watched him move around the table. He took Joshua’s legs, resting them on each shoulder, and shoved cock into his hole in one slow push until buried all they way. Then he began to fuck.

    “Goddamn…it feels…so good,” Nathan stammered as he drove his cock into Joshua’s depths.

    Eli laughed and moved to Joshua’s head.

    “Suck,” said Eli.

    Joshua sucked, while holding onto the tabletop. Eli leaned over him and took his cock, sucking it into his mouth.

    The room echoed the moans and grunts and the sound of the table protesting beneath Joshua. Then Joshua began to shudder, moaning louder around Eli’s cock. Then he came, filling Eli’s mouth with cum. As he came, suddenly his own mouth filled with cum.

    Once spent Eli stood and watched Nathan hammer cock into Joshua. The lean body sweated with its exertion. Then Nathan cried out, slammed his cock all the way inside of Joshua and shuddered with release.

    Joshua woke to find Eli was not in the bed, just Nathan to his left. He stretched, then sat up, listening out for Eli, wondering if he was in the cabin. He eased out of the bed and saw their clothes were neatly folded and on a side table. While dressing, he watched Nathan sleep, smiling at the naked body laying fully exposed, the cover pushed down to the calves. How many times had Nathan fucked him the night before? Was it two or three times? He lost track, what with Eli also fucking him at least three times, maybe four. He remembered how cum trickled down his leg when they had headed the bathroom to shower together, then how they lay in bed together, touching and stroking bare flesh while kissing and whispering about what they had done.

    The living area was empty, and Joshua eased out onto the porch, looking around the clearing, wondering where Eli had disappeared. The there was movement, and Eli came out of the woods carrying a stringer of fish. Shirtless, wearing just worn jeans, Joshua admired the masculine body as it approached.

    “You just catch those?” said Joshua just loud enough for Eli to hear him.

    “Yep. Breakfast. Is Nathan up?”

    “Not yet.”

    “I’ll clean these and cook them up. You get Nathan up and be ready to eat in about forty-five minutes,” replied Eli, looking up with a wicked grin.

    Joshua knew what Eli was inferring, and he nodded his head, backed away from the railing and eased back inside. At the foot of the bed, he removed his clothes, then climbed on the bed on hands and knees, straddling Nathan.

    He kissed the right knee, the thigh, the flaccid cock, then dragged his tongue over the sac, manipulating the nuts within. He kissed the abdomen just above the pubic hair as a hand came down on his head, the fingers combing through his hair.

    “Suck me,” Nathan whispered.

    Joshua moved back to the cock, saw it roll over and begin to stretch out. He bent to it, licked the head and up the shaft. Then he put his lips back on the head and sucked it into his mouth. He worked his lips and tongue on it until it was rock hard and filled his mouth. He pulled off, panting for breath. Then he moved over Nathan, straddled his waist, and held up the wet slick cock. Hands rested on his thighs, the fingers working the muscle as he eased down. The cock touched him, pressed against his tightness, then stretched him open. Downward he moved, taking the head, then inch after inch of the shaft.

    Joshua began to move up and down, letting more of Nathan’s cock push into his depths until he was bouncing off of Nathan. He rode him with a roughness that was desperate for release. He leaned back, took his cock in hand, and stroked it in rhythm with their fuck. A fast, furious pace, not holding back. He came first, cum flying up in the air and spattering his chest and stomach. He shuddered with the release and hammered his ass down on Nathan’s cock.

    Nathan grabbed Joshua’s ankles and shoved upward with every ejaculation from his cock, until he too was spent.

    Joshua climbed to his feet and held out a hand to help Nathan up.

    “Shower with me.”

    It was mid-morning when Joshua and Nathan were loaded up and pushed from the bank. Eli had given them directions on getting back to where they put in, pushed each one away from the bank and told them to get going for it would be near dark before they made it.

    For over an hour they paddled quietly, each lost to his own thoughts. They rounded a bend and saw a landmark they recognized. A dead cypress tree with a nest in the top of it.

    “Hey Joshua?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Had you thought of sex with me before last night?”

    Joshua paddled up next to Nathan, looked over nodding his head. “Yes. Had you ever considered it before?”

    “I guess…I mean, yes, I’ve wondered about it, but never seriously.”

    “Would you do it again?”

    Nathan smiled. “Yes, I would do it again…with the right person.”

    “And could I be the right person?”

    “Depends.”

    “Depends? Depends on what?”

    “If you wake me up sucking my dick every morning,” Nathan joked, then he turned to Joshua with a serious expression. “I find myself thinking of being with you…you know…”

    “Like a boyfriend?”

    “Something like that. I would try it.”

    Joshua coasted up to the dorm on his bike and hopped off just before the steps. The fall semester had started off rainy and wet, but after a week, they were now enjoying a bit of warm weather. One last tease of nice weather before fall would be upon them. He carried his bike up the steps and rolled it into the dorm. The elevator carried him to the second floor where he slipped his key into the lock. The room was dark, the blinds closed, lights out, but there was enough to see Nathan napping in his bed.

    Bike set aside, backpack on the floor, Joshua pulled his shirt off, then shorts and boxers. He eased down on his knees next to Nathan’s bed, pulled the cover back revealing the bare torso and blue boxers. He manipulated the cock within them, fishing it out the fly. Then he leaned over and took it in his mouth.

    At the start of the semester with a little maneuvering, they were dormmates, allowing them all the privacy they desired. The other guys knew something was up, but Joshua and Nathan had not confirmed their suspicions, letting them guess until they were ready to confess. But it was obvious. The shared smiles when in a group, the casual way they touched each other, and how their door stayed closed. To anyone who dared put an ear to it, there would be no doubt., like now, Joshua moaning and urging Nathan on.

    Joshua was on his back, legs around Nathan’s waist, taking the slow push of cock into his depths. Nathan lay on him, their bodies undulating against each other as they fucked. And it was a slow fuck, unhurried, one that would last until both were exhausted. Then they would shower together and crash in Nathan’s bed for a much needed nap.

    _______________________________

    Their kayaks were still on top of Joshua’s 4Runner, strapped down for use in a day or so in another location of the swamp. Today, they were in a hurry, had a destination they wanted to make as quickly as possible. The rented Jon boat was ready for them to push off, loaded with some gear, food, and water.

    Nathan sat in the stern to maneuver the small outboard motor with Joshua in the bow, map in hand ready to guide them to their destination.

    They had poured over satellite images, detailed maps of the swamp, looking for Eli’s cabin. But with it under the tree canopy, they had to look for small clearings that looked right. One near the creek they had been on. Map marked, they set off to the place they were sure was it. They wanted to visit Eli, just to tell him what it had meant when they had met last summer, and to bring him some supplies he could use.

    Motoring up the creek instead of paddling, cut their time substantially, and before long they were at the place where a Jon boat had sat last summer. But the bank was empty, and had new growth overtaking it.

    “Are you sure this is right?” asked Nathan.

    “It’s got to be it. It’s just grown up…like no one has been on the bank in a long time,” Joshua replied.

    Nathan steered them to the bank and Joshua watched a moccasin slide into the water.

    “Shit…get closer to the bank,” said Joshua.

    “What is it?”

    “Damn snake just slithered off the bank.”

    “Well, he should be gone by now,” Nathan replied, chuckling.

    Nathan drove the bow into the bank and Joshua stepped over it onto the muddy bank, struggling to gain firm footing. He pulled the boat up on the bank and helped Nathan step out, then they turned toward the woods, looking for the path.

    “It’s really grown up,” Nathan whispered.

    “Over there, there’s the path. It’s still visible under the trees,” said Joshua, leading the way.

    They came out into the clearing finding weeds and grass waist high. The canoe was gone, only the old sawhorses left behind. They eased through the new growth, watching for snakes, making their way to the cabin.

    The cabin looked more forlorn than before. It was quiet with no sign of Eli. Up the stair, covered in debris from the trees, they found all the windows were up and the door standing open, the screen door held back with a rope tying it off to the railing.

    “What the fuck,” Nathan exclaimed as he followed Joshua inside.

    The furniture was in the room as they remembered it, the table with only two chairs and the old sofa at the back wall. The only missing items were things from the kitchen. In the bedroom they found the bed but no clothes or personal effects. Eli had packed up and left, leaving the cabin open. It was obvious some time had passed by the signs of animals being in the house. A bird’s nest was on the top shelf in the kitchen and the mattress had been gnawed or clawed open.

    “Why leave it like this?” asked Nathan.

    “Giving it back to nature?” Joshua replied.

    There was no need to linger, and Joshua headed out the door and down the stair, followed by Nathan. Nathan stopped halfway down to look at the cabin one last time, then he descended to the ground and caught up with Joshua.

    They motored back at a slow speed lost to their thoughts. They were nearing the place they put in when Joshua turned to Nathan.

    “Where do you think Eli went?”

    “I couldn’t begin to guess,” Nathan replied, as he turned toward the boat ramp.


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  • Three Rules

    A good toy follows directions. And I am a good toy.

    I met Jeremy two years ago outside of a bar. I was walking home, sloppy from too many martinis. He was a bartender, walking to his car at the end of his shift. He looked me in the eyes as we passed on the sidewalk and blocked my path.

    “You look like you suck dick.”

    I didn’t know what to say, so I followed him to his car. I got in on the passenger side and before the door was even fully closed he’d pulled my head straight down to his crotch. He made me open his zipper with my teeth and it was clear that he wasn’t wearing anything under his dark wash jeans. He pulled eight uncut inches out of his pants and painted the slow-dripping head against my cheeks before plunging his shaft into my mouth. He fucked my throat slowly, holding the back of my head until I couldn’t breathe, desperately needed air, thought I might black out — and then keeping it there an extra second before letting up. 

    He pulled out and came in my hair. He used a sharpie to write his number on my neck, just below my shirt collar. And then he told me to get my drunk ass the fuck out of his car.

    I called him five days later and he told me never to make him wait that long again. I never did.

    A few weeks ago he called me up and said he had a proposition. A challenge. I accepted. I’m a good toy, after all. He gave me an address and a time and told me that my ass had better not get there late.

    My Uber dropped me off at a building that must have once been a warehouse, exactly 10 minutes early. I walked in and a muscled twink in a leather harness gave me a paper bag and told me to strip. Naked, he handed me a blindfold. He waited until I put it on, then led me by the hand down a long hallway. My dick was twitching at full mast with every step until we arrived at a room. I heard the metal door slide open and the twink pushed me inside. He forced my head down until I was on my knees and then pushed it through an opening in the wall. 

    “Took you long enough, slut.”

    It was Jeremy. He removed my blindfold. In front of me were three rules.

    You will serve everyone who visits you.

    You will follow all directions you are given.

    You will not leave for 24 hours.

    I seemed to be stuck in the wall, the opening having closed since my head was pushed through. Jeremy asked if I had read the rules and I confirmed that I had. He asked if I agreed with them and I said yes. He left the room and I noticed that the door was open and the lights dimmed.

    I waited. I couldn’t move back and forth, but I could wiggle my head a bit from side to side. My ankles were locked in place. There were handles on the wall that I could hold onto with my hands.

    There was a commotion behind me. Someone was walking in, but I couldn’t see them and I couldn’t really hear them. They grabbed my hips and held them in place, roughly with large, firm hands. A finger smeared something on my hole and a little shock traveled along my entire body. And then it entered, smoothly. And a second finger. And a third.

    I was so distracted that I didn’t notice the activity happening in front of me. He must have been in his fifties, but he was still in good shape. He walked in wearing a towel and pulled back the flap to reveal a cock that was still mostly soft. I gobbled it up when he sat it on my tongue and it grew and grew until my entire mouth was filled. He started thrusting at the same time that the man at my ass pulled out his hand and entered me with his warm, thick cock. They were completely out of sync, my body being pushed and pulled and twisted with no care that I was a living, breathing person.

    I was in heaven.

    The man at my mouth came down my throat and was immediately followed by two frat bros, each competing to see who could make me gag first as they took turns holding their dick as far back as it would go. But they were pretty average sized and I had no difficulty keeping up with their thrusting. At my rear, though, there was a size competition. Someone was pushing and pushing with no success and my hole felt like it was on fire. I felt him add more lube, but the thickness was too much. I couldn’t let him in.

    But then I saw Jeremy. He strutted into the room with a large bear, He introduced him as Eddie. He told me to make Eddie happy.

    Eddie lifted up his dick and sat it on my forehead and stuck his balls in my mouth. His thighs closed around my head and I could hardly breathe. He played with his meaty cock and slapped it against my forehead while I tried to recover from the flesh surrounding my head on all sides.

    Out of nowhere, he yelped. And I felt a smooth cock enter my hole and keep going. And going. 

    Could he see what was happening?

    Eddie stroked himself to success and released on my tongue, holding my mouth closed to make sure I was forced to taste his foul cum. What did this man eat?

    As he left, a succession of suitors had their way with my rear. Thick and slow. Fast and long. Long and narrow. My own cock was growing desperate, but my hand was slapped away whenever I reached for it. I would have to cum only from the dicks fucking my ass. I pushed backwards, hard. The man behind me was clearly well endowed. I grabbed the handles and rode, trying to aim his cock as close to my prostate as I could. He thrusted over and over, making all of the blood rush to my head.

    And then, a click. And my ass was suddenly empty. 

    “That’s a chastity cage boy,” Jeremy boomed. “Want to earn your way out?”

    I did not hesitate. “Yes sir.”

  • When Friends Become More

    “Maybe one day I’ll be somebody.”

    “Who says you aren’t already?” Luiz asked.

    I think about it. “I mean in the sense that I’ll matter.”

    “I’m pretty sure you matter.”

    Typical Luiz. I resist the urge to punch his shoulder. Instead, I offer my shoulder as a pillow for his head. I like it when he rests his head on my shoulder.

    Luiz laughs quietly. “You’re not going to win this argument.”

    “Who says we’re arguing?” Trees. A valley of trees flowing down Table Mountain like wild fire, some trying to rise above others while the rest are content at making up the army of green tops stressing the mountain’s valleys and peaks, flowing into the Atlantic.

    “Mark left me.” The atmosphere shifts. There is now a cold patch on my shoulder where Luiz’s head just was. I return his stare and wait for him to get over his initial reaction.

    “You’re joking, right?”

    “Okay, I left him. What does it matter?”

    This time, Luiz hits my shoulder, like only a best friend is allowed to do. I rub my shoulder. I scowl at him and won’t be offering him a pillow for a while.

    “What the hell happened, John? Mark loves you.”

    It doesn’t escape either of us that Luiz confidently proclaims Mark’s love for me, but not mine for him. Plenty of guys loved me over the years, it’s not like that makes Mark special. Luiz doesn’t mention my apathy toward Mark. Maybe it’s implied.

    Luiz leans back against my car’s windshield and locks his fingers behind his head. “He was a good guy.”

    And there it is. Mark is already relegated to the past tense between us.

    “What has that got to do with anything?”

    Luiz sighs. He looks out at the same sea of fiery trees, probably seeing a different ocean of green than I do.

    “I don’t care that you’re disappointed in me, you know.”

    Luiz laughs. It’s humorless, and it pisses me off. But neither of us acknowledge the lie in my words.

    Love might be a currency, but I don’t trade in it. Do I love people? I’m pretty sure I love my parents. Aside from them, Luiz is the one person I’m fond of. I might even love him. I know he loves me. I know because he told me so when he was nineteen and I was twenty. I’d been going with a guy one year younger than Luiz at the time, a needy eighteen-year-old named William. William grated on me but he made up for it with zesty sex.

    Luiz wrote me a long love letter that year. Like a seven-page script for a daytime soap drama long. Truth be told, I only read the first two paragraphs and skipped to the end. No one has that much time.

    The gist of it was that he loved me, and that he was convinced he’d never find someone like me again. I was it for him, and would I leave the kid for him. The more I read, the less I liked Luiz. In fact, I wanted to punch his face. Why tell me that? I had enough people trying to get into my pants. Always had. It started when I started to develop muscles and hasn’t ended yet. What I didn’t have, aside from him, was someone who liked me for something other than my butt and dick.

    I told Luiz this, too. Needless to say, William stayed around a while. By the time I dumped him, I’d been a real asshole to him. I’d only kept him around to annoy Luiz. Yet he still begged me to reconsider. Give us another chance.

    Go figure.

    That’s the currency of my ass and dick right there. The only currency I trade in. Except with Luiz.

    “You’re going to grow old, lonely and alone.”

    I want to tell him I know that. Instead, I throw my ankle over the other one and stow my fear. “That doesn’t sound so bad. I’m not worried.”

    Luiz turns to me. His eyes search mine, and I allow it. “You’re not?” he asks.

    I shake my head and hold his gaze. “You’ll be there, making sure I’m okay. Lord knows I’ve been trying to shake you off since the seventh grade. Guess you’re not going anywhere.”

    My words are severe. Anyone who doesn’t know me would think I was serious. Anyone except Luiz.

    I catch Luiz rolling his eyes. He always pretends like he’s suffering me. “The sad thing is I know you’re right.”

    “Damn right.”

    I keep Luiz in the corner of my eye. I’d like to study him like he studies me, but he’s always studying me. And I’m always pretending like I don’t notice. Or that I don’t care. This leaves me with little time to memorize him like he spends hours doing with me. I don’t mind that he drinks me in every time we’re together. It’s probably the closest we’ll ever get to being intimate. People have been trying to be intimate with me since I hit puberty. Men. Women. Everyone wants to fuck me. Or be fucked by me. It’s exhausting and annoying. Sometimes I wish I could give them my body for a half hour, minus my soul and mind. They could have sex with me while I go shopping or catch up on work. But it doesn’t work that way, and while I enjoy sex, the thought of going with most of the people who want me grosses me out. Which just pisses me off, and makes me want them to stop gawking at me. Luiz gets to study me.

    Would Luiz always be there?

    Damn right he will.

    *****

    I drop Luiz off at his house, located on the better side of town. Not that I’m jealous. He still lives with his parents at twenty-eight years old and works for his father. He has his own space in a converted garage, but it’s still his jail. I wave him off and wait till he’s inside before driving off. I prefer my one-bedroom apartment in the low rent district of town which I pay for and work hard to afford. I suspect Luiz would prefer that too to his spacious, suffocating, semi-detached apartment.

    I’m exhausted when I wake up the next morning. Work is a bitch, but I get through it. Sometimes I feel like I just work to afford hiking. Try as I might, I fail every time to prevent myself from following a rather destructive train of thought. I should have been more assertive when I had the chance and pursued some type of outdoor career where I could spend my days surrounded by the abundant nature of Cape Town. My parents had had my best interests at heart, they’d said. No real money in nature conservation, they’d told me. What life can a wildlife specialist build for himself? Truthfully, I’d pursued academia just to shut them up at the time.

    Now I lived for the few stolen hours each week when I could trek through Cape Town’s forests, breathing in the damp and changing landscapes which never stay the same. Try as I might, I’m never able to resist the urge to hug a one-hundred-and-seventy-year-old Californian redwood in the serene Tokai forest in Cape Town’s upper-middle-class Constantia Valley. There are few moments in life I can point to where I feel as at peace as I do while I try to wrap my arms around the unfathomable size of the giant cinnamon-colored bark.

    Trees live a long time. In fact, they can live for thousands of years, I’m sure of it. Just look at those tall trees in the photos in magazines and on the net. They are magnificent things, much like the human spirit.

    “People are like trees.”

    “You’ve said that before.” Luiz wipes his face, damp from perspiration, and leans against an old oak’s bark. “How much farther?”

    “You’re not tired already?” I smile at Luiz, challenging him. Really I was just willing him to keep going. Few things are as annoying as stopping in the middle of a hike just when the endorphins hit.

    “I need a break.”

    “Fine.” I don’t hide my annoyance and use the time to do my stretches. Luiz wheezes against the oak tree, trying to catch his breath, but his eyes are on me as I bend down and touch my toes. I start on crossover jumping jacks and stand with my feet at hip-width, my arms straight out to my sides. I jump up just enough to cross my right leg in front of the left, and quickly reverse the motion to return to the starting position. I’m aware of my vest riding up and exposing my back, and I just leave it. Turning around, I catch a glimpse of Luiz’s intense stare, and he shuts his mouth when he notices me watching him. I smirk at him. He smirks back and takes another sip of water.

    “Ready?”

    “I got to take a leak.” Turning his back to me, Luiz fiddles with his sweatpants. I walk up next to him and pull down my jean’s zipper. In our nearly two-decade-long friendship, this is the first time we see each other’s dicks. Luiz has a short dick, and I’m disappointed for some reason. Maybe he’s a grower, and not a shower. I hope so for his sake, and the sake of the guys he’s been with. At least he has girth going for him. But it just made his dick look stumpy. Like a tree stump. I laugh but hide it in a forced cough.

    This is one time, I’m not ashamed to return Luiz’s unabashed appraisal and take in the sight of his dick as much as possible, prolonging my pee by shaking my dick longer than necessary to offer Luiz a greater view of it before I tuck it back into my jeans and zip up.

    Luiz was quiet for a while as we trekked the forest. I’d chosen a tougher than usual trail for the afternoon as I wanted to sweat out some frustrations. I also wanted to get Luiz wheezing like he is now. His office job will destroy his health if I don’t keep him fit.

    “Is your dick still that short when you’re aroused?”

    “What?”

    “You want me to repeat it?”

    “No. Shut the fuck up.”

    I turn around when we reach the top of the trail. Luiz is struggling up the last few steps, walking on all fours. I bend down and hold out my hand, pulling him up. He nearly collapses in my arms when he closes the gap between us. I expect a haranguing from him for choosing such a tough trail, but I guess the vast army of trees before us rammed his tongue down his neck.

    I place my arms on my hips. “Utterly worth it, right?”

    “Totally.”

    While the sight of thousands of trees would usually arrest my mind, I am not able to let go of the tree stump in Luiz’s pants. Did it grow larger? Or was that all he had to work with?

    “Why haven’t you ever brought me here before?”

    “Didn’t think you’d make the trek.” I shrug at Luiz’s hurt expression.

    “I totally proved you wrong, didn’t I?”

    I shrug again, giving him the victory.

    “You know that everything I do, I do to make you proud of me.”

    It is a simple statement said in a simple way. But the severity of it punches me in the gut. I look from the morass of green leaves before us to where Luiz is, for once, not studying me, but taking in the hardhearted forest beneath us.

    “I know,” I say eventually, and turn to start back down the trail.

    “Why in such a hurry? Let’s stay a while and rest.”

    “It’ll be nighttime soon. You want me to carry you down in the dark?”

    Luiz sags his shoulders and pulls his gaze away from the view. Instead of leading the way down the trail, I turn back to him and push an accusing finger in his chest.

    “Why do you want me to stay with Mark?”

    “What?”

    “You said you loved me,” I accuse him.

    Luiz jerks his head back. “And you never said it back. Ever.”

    “So hate me then.”

    “I can’t.”

    “Fuck you.”

    “Fuck you!” Luiz pushes my hand away and breathes heavily again. “What are you doing?”

    “Your dick looks like a tree stump.”

    “What’s it got to do with you?”

    “If you love someone, you don’t want them to be with someone else.”

    “If you love someone you want them to be happy,” Luiz says. He runs a hand through his hair. His breathing calms, and I’m pissed. How can he be calm while I’m…while I’m…what am I?

    “If you really loved me, you’d have tried to get with me, instead of pushing me into some asshole’s arms.”

    “Had I done that, you would’ve left me at the side of a road in a ditch somewhere. Like you do to every other unfortunate person who has ever shown interest in you. I was lucky to get out of it by the skin of my teeth after that dumb letter.” Luiz pushes past me and starts down the trail. “Piss off, man,” he says when I make a grab for his arm. I turn him around and want to hit him. Instead, I kiss him. I kiss Luiz, the guy I had to protect from bullies in school. I kiss my friend, the guy who will always be there.

    At first, Luiz does nothing but stand there. Finally, his tongue moves against mine, and he returns the kiss. I want to remember this moment. Our damp chests pressing against each other. Our hands awkward, our bones tired and our feet achy, but our connection never stronger. He tastes like cappuccino and lust, and I’m afraid I’m addicted to someone for the first time in my life.

    To my surprise, Luiz is the first one to pull away. My senses are tangled up with his, and I slowly open my eyes to see him smirking up at me. It’s the first time that my two inches on him don’t seem to bother him. I look down at his honest eyes and I return the smirk.

    It is a silent acknowledgement between us. We are going back to my apartment, as soon as we make it down the forest. When we get there, whatever happens, happens.

    Luiz leans in close, his breath tingling my earlobe. “I do not have a stump.”

    Fuck it.

    I grab his arm and turn him around. Before either of us can catch up with the moment, his sweatpants are around his ankles and I’m fiddling with my jean’s zipper.

    Luiz has an incredible ass.

    I’d watched him sway his tight bubble butt around over the years, but seeing it in front of me is something else. It’s not the prettiest butt I’ve ever seen, but it’s up there with the best. I want to see for myself if Luiz’s dick is still a stump or not, though. So I turn him around when my jeans are around my legs, and we stare at each other’s dicks in silence.

    “Wow.”

    I’ve had a lot more enthusiastic reactions to guys seeing my junk. But in that one simple word was every fantasy I knew Luiz has had over the years rolled into a single expression of relief. Of finally seeing what he’d been imagining, and finding it measuring up to fantasy.

    Luiz’s dick grows harder, and to my relief, longer too. It adds a good two inches, to bring his dick to a respectable four-and-a-half inches, I’d hazard to guess. I still had a good half an inch on him.

    “I love you.”

    “I know.” I’ll fuck his love for me out of him eventually. “Turn around.”

    Luiz does, and holds on to the bark of a tall pine tree as I spit in my palm and rub it against his hole. It’s late, and we are the only people there. The afternoon shade casts a shadow over Luiz’s back, which only further emphasizes the severity of his round ass. Not giving any warning, I position my dick at his ass and push in.

    Luiz arches his back and takes a deep breath, but he doesn’t protest. He impresses me by taking me as easily as he does. When I fuck guys, I’m usually pissed off. I’m angry at them for just wanting my dick, for not caring about me. Even though I don’t care about them. I smack their asses when I fuck them. When I’m really mad, I smack them hard. But I don’t smack Luiz. I fuck him slowly, and build up a slow, warm rhythm.

    I feel my pulse inside his ass, my heart beating in my dick as I plug my friend. Aside from a few soft grunts, Luiz does nothing but hug the pine and take it. I want to bury a piece of me inside of him forever. I want him to remember me forever. I know he will remember this moment, just like I will.

    There is the temptation of prolonging it, but it is getting late. We still need to make the trek down and it is getting cold. So I move closer to him, closing the gap between us and resting my stomach against his back. I take his dick in my hand. My right hand, if you’re visualizing. While I increase the thrusts of my dick, I beat his dick in tandem to my prick stabbing his belly.

    I want to leave a piece of me inside him, and I do. The moment my dick starts squirting devastating spurts inside his gut, my hand is coated with his hot stickiness that doesn’t stop. Of course I lean in closer, thrusting hard to make sure my come reaches the deepest part of his intestines. I want him to remember this moment forever. I want to leave a part of me inside him.

    When my dick stops spurting, I stand on top of the mountain, my special place that I had never shared with anyone before, with my dick inside my friend’s ass. I pull out slowly, and bring my hand to my mouth.

    Luiz turns around as I start licking my fingers clean. His come tastes good. Not as good as mine. But not the worst I’ve ever had. I lick my fingers clean, reveling in the self-conscious smile he gives me as I refuse to break eye contact. I wanted a part of me inside him. Fair is fair.

    When I’m done, we both zip up again and then stare at each other. I swat his head, and the bewildered look Luiz sports would be hilarious if I wasn’t so pissed.

    “Never let a guy fuck you without a condom!” I swat his head again. Again. The fourth time, he lifts his arm and stops me midair.

    “Do you have a condom on you?”

    “Yes.”

    “Why didn’t you use one then?”

    “Because I didn’t want to.”

    Luiz looks worried. I lower my hand and stick my arms in my jacket against the chill in the air. “Don’t worry. I always use a condom when I let somebody fuck me.”

    “Why didn’t you use one with me?”

    “Because I want you to carry me inside you.”

    Luiz nods, then looks up at me. “Silly bastard. I always carry you with me.”

    And then it hit me. That moment when you realize you’re not half empty. You are legendary. There is music in the descending night. We dance the stars out of the sky. These are the nights where everything feels possible.

    I want to tell him to be extraordinary. But he already is. I want to tell him to take this moment and make it count. But he already knows this. I want us to get it right.

    Luiz leans in and kisses me. He’s getting it right. He’s taking the moment, and so am I.

    He turns around and legs it down the mountain, leaving me in his dust. I run to catch up to Luiz, who is perhaps my lover now, but probably something better. Still my best friend.