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In primary school, Terry was often teased for being a plumy boy. His smile added some charm, and his mother, who was heavy built herself, called him “my Teddy Bear”. In fact, the real bear was uncle George. He liked to show off his big hairy belly and his arm muscles. He took pleasure in having Terry sit on his firm thighs, putting pressure on his crotch.

When Terry was playing alone in the barn, uncle George would surprise him by putting a leather collar around his neck, attaching a leash, and walking the cub nephew like a dog. It didn’t take long for Terry to get excited, to bark, to lick his uncle’s face, and to sniff his bulge. In return, George would squeeze the boy’s ass and fun-spank it.

One day, George showed up wearing tight jeans and a leather harness. Terry was impressed and wanted to feel his uncle’s muscles. That triggered a sudden bulge below George’s belt, something Terry had never noticed before with his father, his teacher or the handsome neighbour.

For his nephew’s 18th birthday, George bought him a leather jockstrap. They both paraded in the barn, and it’s well known that what happens in the barn stays in the barn. They rubbed bulge to bulge, grabbed each other’s ass, enjoyed getting their rod hard and juicy in no time. Terry was ready for his first 69 experience. The sweet and sour taste of cum was nothing compared to the sweet and sour sauce on chicken balls. George did however spit some of Terry’s jizz on his balls to lick it before chewing the young jewels.

As soon as Terry had saved enough money from his Summer job, he bought a harness and wore it to his first bath house visit. He was a hit! His wide ass, his hairy belly, and his fresh huge pink mushroom sticking out of the jockstrap were in demand all night long. An older guy introduced himself as the leader of a Gay Bears Club. He invited Terry to his roomette and started kissing him wildly, sucking his tongue with frenzy.

That was just an appetizer. After, caressing, kissing, licking, spanking and sniffing Terry’s arse, Big Bear buried his face in Terry’s crack, ready to tongue-twist his way inside and reach the yummy rosebud that he darted, covered with spit, and sucked like it was his last meal for a week. Terry never thought a tongue could trigger so much pooper fun. He reciprocated like a pro, and moaned like a young girl getting her first French kiss.

Terry joined one of the numerous Gay Bear Clubs in New York, and loved to get spanked and the end of each meeting. The harder the blow, the greater the hard-on. And he couldn’t get enough of sucking huge cocks, eating sweaty rear ends, and being fucked both in the face and in the arse. If there had been a Mr. Slut contest, like the International Mr. Leather, he would have won the title easily.

Meanwhile, George had grown to like older men as long as he could pound them hard and deep. He heard of a dating site called Silver Dudes, and joined in no time: there were thousands of dudes looking for man-to-man pleasure. OK, some lived far away, but he could host many from in and around New York. With a variety of Top, Bottom and Versatile guys, the fun was endless.

While many preferred fucking or getting fucked by someone roughly their own age, there were a few who’s age preference spanned from 20 to 70. This prompted George to invite Terry to join him when a member from Silver Dudes had hinted on his horny desire to rim a fresh peachy butt. George, Terry and Paul met at the Black Eagle Disco Bar, had a few drinks, explored the backroom, the patio and the top floor where a sling was occupied by a hairy bear being served, on one had, by a long slender white pistol exploring his throat and, on the other hand, by a thick black bazooka shoving in and out a hungry ass.

Paul stood behind Terry, embraced him, rubbed his bulge along the seams of the tight faded blue jeans, and whispered an invitation. George was watching with a grin on his face. Someone was ready to score tonight… and his target was already smiling. Young teddy bears have a way of being irresistible. Paul and Terry were soon kissing, holding hands, on their way to the dance floor. A small crowd was vibrantly singing the chorus line of Y.M.C.A., a Village People hit in any gay disco.

Seeing that George was following a sixtyish bear to the back room, Terry and Paul left the Black Eagle Disco Bar, walked two blocks, and reached a round condo building occupied 90% by gay men; it was jokingly called the Vaseline Tower. Paul’s condo was moderately elegant.

Having drank a few beers, both had an urge to pee. The host suggested that they should take a shower and have fun peeing on each other. Feeling Paul’s warm amber liquid on his chest, his balls, his crack, and his face excited Terry and got him horny as hell. After a quick rinse, they were lying in bed. Paul used Terry’s hairy belly as the best well-placed pillow to suck a fuckin tasty dick.

While getting acquainted, Terry found out that Paul was a writer, a freelance journalist, and a book critic for a well-known literary magazine in the Big Apple. Some of his short stories were regularly published on a Swedish site called Gay Demon. He selected his most recent one as a bedtime story for Terry. Entitled I.B.M. or International Butt Match, this scenario quickly caught Terry’ attention as it was about a competition where representatives from Europe, Asia, Africa, Oceania, North and South America gave their hottest performance in the following categories: Best Rear View, Hottest Jockstrap Frame, Cutest Dimples, Hairy vs Peachy, Most Intoxicating Sniff, and Tastiest Hole.

To make a long story short, Paul was the judge and Terry got an A1 grade in each category. Moreover, the two arse and cock worshipers got to feel so comfortable together that Paul invited Terry to move in. The queen size bed was put to full use since they both weighed around 210 lbs. Paul was much taller, 6’3” compared to 5’6”. One part of their body was identical: cock. Same size, same shape, same thick pink mushroom. In 69 fun, they had the intoxicating impression of sucking themselves. Reincarnation of Narcissus!

But Terry’s sperm explosion was way more abundant than Paul’s jizz pouring. Especially when he would get spanked to the point of getting his rump roast reddish, and then tongue fucked. Even though Terry liked to be treated like a slave on a leash, Paul believed in equal male bonding practices, putting virile fun on same footing for both of them… until the spread of a virus led to keeping distance and wearing a mask.

Terry had always dreamed of being treated like a pet dog, eager to woof-woof his master. His wish came true the day he started wearing a leather puppy dog mask and a leash attached to his leather collar band. Holy fuck! The more he looked like being humiliated, the more he enjoyed man-to-man pleasure, the more he kissed Paul passionately, the more he sucked Paul’s dick, the more he offered his hungry hole for tongue and cock drilling. Heaven on Earth!

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Harry managed to keep the Father and Son separated for few weeks,  knew that this would not last as he just could not keep up with their greedy appetites for being fucked. Berat had suspicions that he was seeing somebody else, as he himself had tried the same tactic with his girlfriend, when he want to dump her. So he arranged for his cousin to cover the café and he went round to Harry’s Apartment.

Het himself in as he had taken the spare set of keys. Hearing voices, one of which sounded familiar followed, by deep sexually groans and he move steadily to the bedroom and he entered the room. He was taken aback to see his father being taken like him, on his back with his Lovers Big Black Ass opening wide as he rose up, and clenching as he plow down into his Father gaping man cunt.

They were kissing passionately and Berat was so taken aback to be betrayed like this by his own Baba (Father) and wildly jealous at the same time. Luckily for them, he his Mothers cool head, so did not react straightaway. He watch them fucking intimately and saw that his Father’s body was reacting like his, but this was far more intimate and he looked so happy and contented with his man plowing away inside his Baba’s large gaping ass which made loud squelching noises.

Getting his mobile out Berat set it up quietly to capture the action and step out of the room and got himself a drink and waited. For the next hour or so, the wails and screams tore at his heart, but he vowed not to leave until he spoke to both of them. Needing a break his Father and Lover came out of the bedroom talking intimately and started to Fuck about a foot way from where he sat.

When they finally noticed him, they looked shocked and ashamed ,as he started to cry quietly them more loudly like his heart was broken. He howled “How could you do this me” and they did not know what to say as there was nothing they could say. Berat walked back into the bedroom and grabbed his phone and left.

After his Son Berat discovered his Father and Lover screwing each other, Yasin pushed Harry out of his sucking Man Cunt in a panic, got dressed and left the Apartment. He got in his car and speeded home. Berat turned up several hours later and went straight to his room. The next day, Yasin fearful that his son would reveal all to the family woke early and left before the rest family woke up.

Berat heard him and woke and followed him and called Harry to join them. At the café , all three sat down and waited and Harry went to speak and Berat silence him. “How long has this been going on” he asked quietly. “For a while” they admitted and Yasin could not look his son in the eye. “Why Baba, Why he cried?”

“I don’t know” Yasin started to say wanting to lie to his Son. Then he said, “Dammit Son I noticed you two were acting strange after you turned up late to work a few weeks ago remember?” “You were looking all Fuck Flushed and I watched you having sex with Harry here on the security camera and I was angry and also jealous seeing his Screwing you in the Ass and I wanted his 10 Black Inches as well.”

“So a few days later I confronted Harry.” “Of course he guessed I want the same and he Fucked Me In here” and he got up turned round, showing off his Horse Ass which had moist patch in the Anal Area. “Fuck Son, I can’t give Harry Up” he wailed “I just can’t but I cannot leave your Mama and the family you understand”.

His son nodded as he understood his father dilemma and the fact that he was Proud Man head of the Family, hence why he did not say anything to the rest of the family. “Ok Father we will have share him, if that is ok with Harry?” Berat stated this, not giving the man any  choice in the matter and he and Yasin nodded mutely. Harry said “Berat I am truly sorry, as I don’t want to lose either of you or your Father.” I am a Greedy Bastard, I so want you both and I don’t know what else to say.”

Berat  looked at him and turn to his Father and said, “Baba I can see that you are happy but cannot leave the family, as this will be bad for us so I make this choice which I don’t like.” “Soon someday I will marry a woman and have my own family and…” at this he shrugged  his shoulders looking defeated and sorry for himself.

Hearing that Harry wanted to say “I WILL NEVER LET THAT HAPPEN”  but knew it was best to say nothing as he had cheated on his man, with his own father. He just could not resist the older man’s fantastic love making skills, yet he was in love with the Man’ Son Berat, who proved to be a wise and generous Son far more that he or Yasin ever deserved.

Later on that evening Berat and Yasin came to the Harrys Apartment and both of them were eaten out next to each other for the longest time. He brought them both off and they had to admit to each other, that the man was good as eating man pussy. They enjoyed his oral administration getting off on it and dreaming about it when they were apart.

Berat rode his thick black prick and Harry thought he was in Ass Heaven as his Father sat on his face smothering him, tantalising his mouth with his tangy hairy Man Pussy. They swapped over several times, as he came as did they, and he Fucked both of them side by side, making their ass shake as he drilled long and hard and spanked the other at the same time.  “Kiss Each Other” he demanded.

The Father and Son were taken in all positions but this was not ideal, as they both wanted him at the same time, which was not possible. Berat watched carefully, copying everything his Father did, so that he could become a more skilled lover. As he was getting taken he held onto his Father and they locked lips as Harry was crouch fucking him as deep as he could and swapped over and went crazy slamming into Yasin as he latched onto his Sons Lips.

He blew a loads inside both of them, one after the other and this went on for few weeks and Harry was knackered out, with the two of them were completing for his Cum loads and they drained him completely separately and together. He was so exhausted that he took off for a week claiming he had to go on business, leaving them sexually frustrated and crying in frustration.

They missed him as he was excellent lover as well as a good partner to them both they said at the same time smiling. They confessed that they missed him and their asses were aching for his dick to be inside them. They looked at each other and laughed, saying “How The Hell Did We End Up In This Position Its Crazy.” “Both of us never had sex with men, and now we are craving that Black Man Prick So Bad” Yasin cried. “I know Baba” Berat moaned.

“We got the keys, let’s go to his Apartment,” and they text him and he said fine. They laid next to each other masturbating and fingering themselves. “Fuck Son where is his Toys,” and they fetch two 10 Inch dildos and pulled their legs up and back and plunged the dildos inside them helping each other out.

They cried “I want it to be him inside me” as they plunged them as far as they could go and it was good thing that they had a barrier which stopped the dildo disappearing inside them, as explaining that at the hospital would have been embarrassing. They got off all night long and were touching each other to assist their pleasure and swapped tongue kisses.

They had no desire to fuck each other, and that was not a problem, but they wanted Harry back inside them. Falling asleep with the Dildo’s still inside them, they were moaning and groaning and waking up in the middle of the night they remove them and sleep until 8am. Yasin left as he had to open the café as he had delivery’s and his son slept on and woke mid-morning and had a shower and cleaned up and left.

A Few days later Harry was back and invited the Yasin and his Son over for dinner . They were excited wondering which one’s Ass he would enter first and introduce them to a friend Sean who was staying with him for a few months. He had told Sean about his dilemma and he laughed,  saying “Lucky You Mate two Blokes after you and a Father and Son Combo Bloody Hell Fuck!”

Sean and Harry were similar in every way but Sean at 38 was a lot fitter and had a larger dick than Harry. They always competed with each other in friendly way but got on well. They met as college and had stayed together as friends.  Sean was Black Straight and Married but had recent separated from his wife, who had met someone else and he could not take it.

They were going through a Divorce, so when Harry contacted him, this was lifeline for him. He arranged for a minimum Year sabbatical from his well-paid job. He had loads of saving to live comfortably on for a while, and he was in no hurry to go back home and was this was an ideal situation.

He would stay with Harry for bit and rent an apartment if needed. He had been a workaholic so he agreed to help Harry out with his business accounts, which would take a couple of days a week and this suited him fine as it would allow him to focus on that task and relaxed the rest of the time instead of moping around.

As soon as Yasin laid eyes on him, he was instantly attracted to Black Englishman Sean, and was flirting with him. Sean although straight was enthralled by the guy and felt a tingle in his crotch. He like Harry loved Big Asses on females, although this was guy, and the Turkish Man Ass was speculator. Yasin made sure that he position himself near the guy and was tactile and showed off his Big Rump and shaking it about, often getting up to stretch out he claimed his back was hurting him.

He made his Large Buttocks bounce, watching slyly to see if the man was watching him. The combination of Alcohol and the erotic atmosphere as well as Sean imaging his Pal Harry banging this Father/Son Combo, added to the mix and his cock lengthen. Yasin knocked backed the Raki and anise-flavoured, alcoholic drink and was appeared to be clearly drunk as Sean.

Berat notice his father not touching a drop and Harry was none the wider. “What is Father up to?” It became apparent when Harry disappeared into the toilet and his father hissed, help me take this Hot Man to bed” and he did.  They stripped his clothes off  and Yasin ripped his clothes off and got in bed with the guys and was blowing him under the covers as the man dick started to swell.

He hissed, “Get out son I got tasted this Black English Cock, so go and Fuck Harry to keep him busy, as I got to have this tonight please.” As he said this he was swallowing the man now rock hard 11 inched Dripping Prick to the base. His Son Berat shook his head thinking “My Baba’s Cock Hungry Whore” and left and went back in the sitting room.

“Where the other two Harry ask?” Oh in bed drunk and sleeping” he stated lying through his teeth and laughed. “Come on lets go to bed” and they did and he was happy to have his man back to himself and they made love for hours making lots of noise. Berat’s mouth was latch onto Harrys as he screwed him Slow and Deep and he cried as he orgasmed around the Black Man’s plowing thick dick, holding onto his sweating big buttocks.

As dd his father and Sean, who came to finding himself buried in the Turkish Man’s ‘Sucking Horse Asshole.’ He said to himself, “Fuck It I Need This” and they had wild crazy sweaty sex and Sean was introduce to Man on Man Fucking, coming eight times in the man Greedy Suctioning Man Cunt, which as far tighter them any woman’s snatch that he had ever experience.

Jesus the man was greedy for cock and Sean was so turned on he could not think straight, except to keep up the and rhythmic pumping of his hips into him. As he did so, his hard muscular Buttocks were griped and his mouth devoured. They went non stop and Sean was not letting up as he had not had Sex for a long while. Inf act he could not remember the last time he had sex so he was making up for lost time.

Yasin could not leave Sean and arranged for his Brother Ozan to cover the Café, as he claimed he was unwell. He told him, not to tell his wife as she would worry and that whilst Berat would be into to do his usual evening shifts, the Café would open up late for a while. His Brother agreed when he said he would pay him extra, as every penny was worth it as he was broke as he had lost his employment.

Sean found his screwing a bloke really strange at first, but swore his dick grew even bigger as he was inside the Turkish man massive Horse Ass. The Turks Ass Pussy swallow his 11 Inches whole and did not flinch, which was in direct contrast to his Wife who was with smaller Dick Guy now and good luck to her he smiled to himself. This was Bliss and he could be a rough as he liked a fact that he welcomed.

Banging away, he took all of the stress and frustration of his failed marriage  out on the guy who sympathised with his situation. Yasin used it to his advantage to make Sean take it on him savagely as he wanted. Yasin craftily used Sean’s Wife’s name saying how could he let another man like that Wuss bed her, so that he grew vexed, and spanked and plowed Yasin Male Pussy owning him. The older Turk loved it pulling him into him and crying with pleasure into the man’s shoulder.

They spent almost a week in bed, and only left when Yasin’s Wife called demanding that he come home to sort his business and other family matters out. His Brother could not cover for him any longer. Harry meanwhile was jealous as fuck hearing all of the Shouts, Squeals, Banging of Head Boards, Squelches, and the Fuck Farts that Sean and Yasin were making next door.

He tried to hide it but could not and Berat told him smugly enjoying his discomfort and stated, “Harry now you know how I feel having to share you with My Father as you Fuck him every day in front of my face so Tough Shit.” He was fed up with the sulking and brooding as his lover mind was elsewhere and he had had enough.  “I have to go to work and am busy this week” and he walked out as he could not be bothered to deal with the situation any longer.

Later the same day Sean was exhausted as Yasin has just left. The heat of the country, it was Mid July was too much for him to cope with, The Humidity was nearly 100%. “Fuck It Hot” he yawned, and Harry grunted a response. “Hey What Wrong Mate?” “Nothing’s Wrong.” “Come On Pal What’s Up?” he asked really concerned as the man was usually so happy go lucky.

Harry being unable to bear it any longer, let rip and told Sean exactly how he felt. Sean was quiet for long while and looked at his Pal right into his face and replied, “Fucking Hell Harry Seriously Mate?”

To Be Continued

Although I had an average build and stood only five-foot-nine-inches tall, my most remarkable feature was that I had an above-average cock. My nine inches was also impressively thick.

I had always been versatile, but because of my dick, I invariably did most of the fucking. Gay men, as we all know, are mesmerized by large dicks, so I was popular at the saunas that I preferred to frequent. I had never liked small, effeminate men and only went for big, stocky guys. It always intrigued me that some of the bigger guys I encountered loved being fucked, and I was happy to oblige. Generally, these guys were also obliging when I insisted on flip-flopping. 

I shamefully have to admit that I was a show-off at the saunas. Whereas most guys walked around with their towels about their hips, my towel was mostly over my shoulder. My aggressive marketing generally paid off, and I never had to work too hard to procure a fuck. My blatant advertising had its drawbacks. Resultantly, I often got harassed by effeminate size queens. I dealt with these irritations effectively, and my disdainful look of disinterest usually did the trick. Some queens often proved to be resilient, but then the term ‘fuck-off’ usually did the trick.

On a Saturday evening, as I was sitting in the steam room upon one of my visits to the sauna, a Greek god entered and sat near me. He had a cock that rivalled mine and had a muscular six-foot-two-inch body. He was hairy and had big feet and hands, ticking all my boxes. I was elated when I saw his attentive eyes looking in my direction. Lucas, as I would soon learn, was stunning.

Lucas was not here to waste time, and shortly, he had moved up right next to me. We had scarcely exchanged names before we were in a kissing embrace. His approach was rough and passionate, just the way I liked it,

After our brief kissing session, he said, “Anton, my arse is itching for cock. Please, fuck me.”

Lucas now stood, turned, and placed his hands on the seat, offering me his backside. I got up in a flash and swiftly entered his arse. As my rhythmic hips commenced their lustful dance, several dick-tugging onlookers soon surrounded us. A sensual quagmire of lust now ensued as caressing tentacles from all directions stroked our bodies.

The scenario that followed was like watching a horny construction assembly fall into place. Two mouths now appeared on either side of Lucas’ head, and soon his lips were alternating between the two men. Another man wedged himself between Lucas’ legs and commenced sucking Lucas’s dick. My body got surrounded, with two guys on either side of me and one behind my back. The two guys to my left and right started to fluctuate between kissing me and nibbling on my nipples, and the man behind me began to rub his dick in my jabbing crack.

A while later, the man behind told me to hold still before he inserted his knob into my backside. Next, he appropriated our momentum.   

I had never before enjoyed such an intense level of gratification in the steam room. The visual raunchiness got enhanced by the most fulfilling aural stimulation of a cacophony of grunts, groans, and lustful incitements. It was fuckin’ awesome!

Although I tried my best to delay my climax with the incredible double stimulation I experienced, my brain soon went into sexual overload before I got to enjoy the supreme orgasm of my life.

As I moved my wilted body to the side, the guy who had been fucking me lost no time before plowing into Lucas’s butt-hole. The two side-line referees who had taken care of me now latched onto Lucas’ new bum-bandit. For Lucas, the two mouths on either side of him had also been replaced by two cocks at this point, which he happily serviced.

As I stood observing in post-orgasm mode, the melee of onlookers all began taking turns to unload on Lucas’ backside and lower back.

Finally, all the guys involved in the gangbang unloaded.

Afterward, Lucas smiled at me and offered to buy me a drink. En-route to the pub, we both had a shower before finally sitting down at the bar counter.

As we sipped our beers, we both agreed that the scene in the steam room was the best one we had ever enjoyed. Afterward, we got into our personal histories. 

Lucas was a partner in a successful company that was doing rather well, according to him. My contribution was a lot less remarkable, but I added my two cents worth, nevertheless.

He was an engaging person, and we enjoyed each other’s company.

“Listen, Anton, in no way we can top the scene we had earlier. If you like, would you like to accompany me home for a relaxed night of fun?” Lucas ultimately asked.

“Sure,” I replied, happy to have another go or two with him.

As the topic of what lay ahead got discussed, I explained that as my apartment was close by, I had come to the sauna on foot. He negated my suggestion to collect my vehicle so that I could follow him after assuring me that he was happy to drop me off at home the following morning.

As we approached his swanky, top of the range German motor vehicle, his prosperity became unmistakably apparent. When we finally got to his home, there was no doubt left about his affluence. It was a fuckin’ mansion.

Once inside, he offered me a glass of ‘excellent wine’ as he put it. Not wanting to look like a philistine, I graciously accepted, relieved to find that at least the wine was white.

As we sipped the wine that was so dry that my eyeballs almost did somersaults, I said, “Wow, this is a big house for one person.”

“Actually… Anton, I don’t live on my own,” he replied circumspectly.

“Oh,” I answered, reflecting on a myriad of permutations I was about to hear.

“You see… I am involved in an unusual relationship with a guy named Riley,” he answered gingerly, before continuing, “Riley is an engineer and works on oil rigs. He is away from home for up to two months at a time, before returning home for six-week breaks.”

“Does he know…” I tried to ask before Lucas intervened.

“We tell each other everything. Riley knows that I have sex when he is away, and I know that on the rigs, many of the busboys are amenable to getting laid by the oilrig workers. Riley never seems to be short of boy-pussy,” Lucas confirmed with a chuckle. As an afterthought, he concluded, “You have no idea how much the guys on the rigs earn.”

When we finally got to bed, we had a spectacular evening. Although we did a flip-flop, it was clear that Lucas preferred getting fucked. Not only fucked, but being fucked hard. I pulled out all the stops and went for it.

Lucas made breakfast for us the following morning and wouldn’t hear about me leaving. Without having to work that Sunday, I was happy to oblige.

Before I finally departed late Sunday, after an exhausting day of fucking, Lucas said, “Riley is going to love you.”

Lucas then invited me for Sunday lunch the following weekend. “Riley gets home on Saturday. As you might imagine, I would like him all to myself for that day. Sunday, however, well, let’s say you’ll make a great welcome home surprise.” 

As I drove home, I wondered about Riley. Lucas had said very little about him and hadn’t shown me any pictures of Riley. Strangely, this intrigued me enormously, and I spent the week letting my imagination run amuck. Given my discussions with Lucas, I imagined that Riley would be a big guy. Lucas, after all, had a submissive predilection. Additionally, being an oil rig employee, I had the image of a masculine and macho individual emblazoned in my mind.

Lucas had forewarned that he would broach the possibility of my invitation by Riley after his arrival, in case Riley was exhausted after his arduously long journey home.

When my phone rang at eight on Saturday evening, and Lucas confirmed our lunch arrangement, I breathed a huge sigh of relief.  

As I drove to their home, I had butterflies in my stomach. 

After ringing their doorbell, I almost went into cardiac arrest when the most magnificent man opened the door.

Riley was the sexiest beast I had ever seen. He was six-foot-six-inches-tall and looked like the proverbial brick shithouse. The doorframe could hardly contain his mass. When his large jawbone parted to reveal the sexiest grin I had ever seen, and a massive hand got extended in greeting, my knees almost gave out from under me. I had just met the uber man of the century.

“You’re prettier than Lucas mentioned,” Riley said, in a low booming voice that made all the hairs on my body start to quiver.  

I had no retort because my heart was rattling so agitatedly that my ribcage almost exploded. With a chuckle, Riley then invited me in.

When he led the way, he said, “I hope you like Osso bucco, because Lucas is a great cook. I had never heard of this dish but would’ve been happy to eat dog food to have sex with Riley.

As we stood watching Lucas doing his thing in the kitchen, Riley ran his huge paw up and down my back before resting it on my shoulder.

“Lucas told me that you guys had an incredible night at the sauna last Saturday,” Riley cooed in a bass register tone.

“Yeah,” I replied in a strangled and high pitched voice. 

“Lucas says you have a great cock,” Riley unabashedly added.

This statement caught me by surprise. It was far more direct than I was used to and made me slightly uncomfortable. It was like a spotlight had got firmly focussed on me. I was not traumatized but merely shrugged noncommittally.

“Relax, buddy, I am looking forward to our after-dinner amusements,” Riley said as his hand firmly clamped my shoulder.

“On that note,” Riley uttered, “I am the one who has some catching up to do.”

To my astonishment, Riley now gripped hold of my head firmly before sensually kissing me.

Given their relationship and what Lucas had told me, I did not panic. Even when Riley’s large hand slipped into my trousers, I kept calm. As his hand began to caress my inflating cock, he turned his head toward Lucas and said, “Well done, baby.”    

After a brief pause, Riley stopped and let go of me before uttering, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

I wasn’t disillusioned by what had just happened, knowing full well that a stimulating night lay ahead.

Even for a plebeian like me, the dinner was spectacular. The starter consisted of an avocado strawberry vinaigrette. The Osso bucco that got served on a bed of linguine was astonishing, and to end things off, the crème Brule was yummy. Lucas was a fantastic cook!

When we retired to the lounge, I was treated to liquors I got coerced into trying. By now, the thing that pleased me most was the camaraderie that had developed between us. I almost got the feeling that we had been soulmates forever. As we sat on their large sofa with me in the middle, the affection from both guys was fantastic.  

Lucas had told me that they were a committed couple despite their extracurricular activities, but there was no hint of that as we kissed and caressed one another. It all seemed comfortable and natural.

By the time we got to their bedroom, we were all naked. There was no urgency as we lay on the bed and caressed each other. As I had anticipated, Riley had the most intimidating cock of the three of us. Although we were all of a similar length, Riley’s dick was thicker and had an enormous mushroom head. He was the poster boy for the ‘that’s gonna hurt’ site.

Holding Riley’s unbelievable cock in my hand, I glanced at Lucas and asked, “Jeez, Lucas, this dick must hurt?”

“Only when it goes in. After that, it’s pure bliss. Riley has the best fuck tool you’ll ever have,” Lucas proudly informed me.

As our action began to escalate on the bed, it soon became apparent that I would be fucking Lucas while Riley fucked me.

With Lucas on his stomach, I straddled his thighs before inserting my dick in his arse. Riley now pushed my torso down and began to finger me and widen my pucker. As I lay still on top of Lucas, I heard continual spitting as my backside got primed. I began to think about my fantastic experience of double pleasure in the steam room a week before but realized that the ordeal that now lay ahead would far transcend that incident. Riley was far more well-endowed than the guy who had fucked me then. Not only did Riley have an enormous knob, but it was incredibly rigid.

When the moment of truth arrived, and I felt the abnormal mushroom pressuring my butt-hole, I prepare myself for the tribulation. Because of Riley’s rigidity, no hand guidance was necessary once his dick got lodged. The discomfort exceeded my expectations, and I grunted as my sphincter got ripped asunder.

“Hang in there, buddy, soon this will feel better,” Riley whispered behind me. 

As my arse began to adapt to the bombardment, I almost lost my erection and was afraid that my cock would start slipping out of Lucas’ backside. Fortunately, however, I managed to hang in there and fight against the dismissal by Lucas’ butt.

Slowly, my full erection began to reassert its firmness as my arse overcame the strain of its pulverizing.   

With a modicum of tranquillity now restored, the mushroom commenced scouring my chute. As Riley’s momentum increased, I found that his incursion was becoming painfully pleasant.

“Does it feel okay?” Riley then asked.

“No, it’s fuckin’ awesome,” I replied.

After Riley and Lucas chuckled, Lucas said, “I told you so,” followed briefly by an afterthought, “By the way, Anton, you won’t be able to last too long, you’ll see.”   

I was in ecstasy as I kissed Lucas’s shoulders, and Riley nibbled on my shoulders. As Lucas had predicted, as if thunderstruck, my orgasm built at lightning speed gasped and I whimpered before I unloaded euphorically.

I did not lift off Lucas, but Riley simply pushed me slightly forward before he began to pound Lucas’ backside. I now ‘attacked’ Lucas’ head frantically as my mouth, lips, and tongue toured his entire head.

Riley soon began to breathe heavily before he too unloaded.             

By this time, I had moved off Lucas and was kneeling on the bed next to his body.

As I watched Riley pull his cock out of Lucas, Riley asked, “Did you also cum, baby?”

“Sure,” Lucas replied.

I then watched as Riley rearranged his body and placed his mouth on Lucas’s butt-hole. From Riley’s licking, it was clear that a felching was underway. As Riley licked and sucked, his hands would periodically squeeze Lucas’ cheeks to encourage more nourishment.

When they finally got done, Lucas rolled over and displayed the wet spot he had left on the sheet. Without pause, Riley now began lapping at that as well.

As Lucas looked at me, he smiled and said, “Riley is a real jizz junkie.”

When we went through to their living area, we had a few more drinks. Fortunately, they were not upset when I asked for a beer.

Upon returning to their room, our bodies ebbed and flowed on the bed for the next hour as we sucked, licked, kissed, and fucked. It was spectacular!

When we finally drifted off to sleep, I did so in the middle of the two hunks, more contented than I had ever been.

As I was leaving very early the following morning, I got invited to spend the next weekend with them. This again got repeated the following weekend. Riley and Lucas then left on an annual holiday for Hawaii. Once they returned, I once more, got invited to spend Riley’s final weekend before he had to report for duty. Apart from the incredible sex, I had begun to develop strong feelings for the two, and as I would soon learn, those feelings were reciprocal.

On Riley’s final Sunday at home, he and I got up early and went to the kitchen for coffee. As we drank our coffee, Riley said, “Lucas and I have discussed you at length and have a proposal for you. We would like you to move in with us. Please understand that we have a special bond, and you will only be the third party in the relationship. I didn’t use the term, odd man out, because we will never view you like that.”

Riley then went on to say that he wanted Lucas to have a companion while he was gone because he knew that Lucas often felt lonely. They both liked me very much and trusted me. Their only proviso was that if I met someone and decided to have another relationship, I would have to leave. They would take care of all the financial aspects of me terminating my lease, and if, or when, I decided to move on, they would set me up in a new fully furnished apartment at their expense.

I found their generosity over the top, but Riley made it clear that this was not negotiable.

In conclusion, he looked at me before encouragingly asking, “Please, say yes.”

A week later, I moved into their home. They told me that I had given their life a new spark, and apart from all the incredible sex and fun we had, I am proud to report that Lucas taught me to cook very well.   

 

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Nothing extraordinary about this particular weekend, woke up with the dog as usual, got my coffee going, checked the news and logged onto scruff to see who was about. I rarely chat with locals but use Scruff to keep in touch with a few old friends on the other side of the world so my morning is their evening.

I had just read a few messages from a friend when I got the notification of someone woofing me. Turned out to be a very cute young guy, well, 10 years younger than me so in his mid 30s. His main profile pic was him in a tight t-shirt with really sexy tight jeans showing off some sexy muscular thighs and he had on these brightly coloured trainers which was just a completely cute and sexy look.

My profile pic is from leg day at the gym (I know, how vain) and this guy liked what he saw so we chatted back and forth for a while. He was in town on a sort of getaway from a bad marriage and had basically come to town to be a little slut and let off some steam.

Normally I would have pounced on the chance to fuck around with someone this cute but I forget what exactly prevented me from doing so but there was something going on that weekend so aside from exchanging naughty pics, we never got to meet and then he went back home about 200 miles away.

We kept in touch over the next few months and he was proud to have started Prep and was begging for me to load his ass.

I had just gotten a new SUV with the tinted rear windows and for some reason, all of a sudden I wanted to have a cute bottom ride my raw dick while we sat in the back seat and when I told him this little fantasy he was like “Fuck I want that! Come pick me up and breed me!”

Sadly he didn’t drive so the option of meeting in the middle was out of the question and 200 miles is a tad far to drive for a piece of ass late at night.

However, where there is a will there is a way!

Near to where he lived was a historical site I have always wanted to visit so I reasoned that if I took in the sites then I would be close enough to swing by his place, take him to a secluded spot somewhere in the woods and fuck his brains out.

He was agreeable to this so we set the plan in motion.

I spent the day playing historical geek but the entire time I am a walking horndog in anticipation of this cute guy’s ass in the back seat of my SUV. I had told him to be all ready for a fuck and to wear a jock strap under some sexy jeans.

You know that awful feeling when you’ve chatted with someone for a long time and then you meet and they are not at all like what you were expecting?

This guy was the exact opposite and when I pulled up to his house, this cute sexy young guy bounced over to my SUV and after opening the door says “Hello daddy, nice to meet you.”

We chatted back and forth while I drove us out of town to a more secluded spot I had identified on some cruising website.

Pulling into the parking it was clear that this was definitely secluded and there didn’t appear to be any other people around and actually, the seclusion was a little creepy. I mean, there are other more nefarious reasons why people take people into the woods right?

Not that this was a motivation here, my cute friend and I were here to fuck and fill his ass with my cum.

Once parked, we climbed out and into the back seats. I made sure to lock the doors which made him laugh “Oh yeah, good idea “he said,” we wouldn’t want some serial killer to find us like in some bad movie!”

We started to grope and make out and my cock had been anticipating this all day so it wasn’t long before I really wanted to be inside of him so I told him to take off his jeans and show me his pretty little ass.

He obliged and once out of his tight jeans he leaned in between the front seats to show me his jock strapped ass which in the blue ambient lighting of my SUV looked exceptionally fuckable.

“Suck my dick for a bit, get it nice and wet,” I commanded which he obligingly did.

Because of the seats, he was kind of at a 90 degree angle to me which gave me fingering access to his ass.

As he choked on my 8.5” cut dick, I got his hole loosened with first one, then two and then eventually all but my thumb inside.

I gently grabbed his head and pulled him up for a kiss and whispered, “time to fuck sweetie…….sit on my cock.”

I moved to the middle of the seat so we’d have a bit more room on either side and cutie straddled me.

I had brought poppers and lube and while he cracked open the poppers, I lubed up my dick and his ass.

“Want some?” he asked motioning the poppers to my nose.

After a few good hits, he took another few himself and then grabbed the base of my cock and while I kissed him, he positioned my knob at his pucker and started to slide down.

High on the poppers he cried out, “OH jesus Christ that is a big dick! Fuck me! Oh god, that is big! Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me!”

Good thing we were in a secluded spot!

It took a little work and I had to adjust us a bit but eventually I was balls deep in his cute jock strapped ass.

After getting used to the dick in his guts he started to take control and used me as his personal dildo bucking and rocking back and forth taking it deep and hard.

This was definitely a hot way to fuck this guy. He loved kissing which was hot and then because he was facing me we could snort poppers together and kiss more while I fucked his ass.

After a short little breather to give his ass a rest, I turned him around and bent him down with his head against the door and made him arch his back as high as he could. Again, the blue ambient lighting in the SUV was perfect for this boy’s ass and I mounted him doggy style slamming into him against the door.

I nailed his ass like this for a long time and he kept up the moaning and begging for dick.

After fucking him doggy style, I got him on his back with one leg around the driver seat headrest. In this position his ass was perfectly wide and open so I slid back inside and fucked him hard.

He was a noisy little bottom begging and screaming. Almost high pitched but it was clear that he was enjoying my dick and there was only one thing left for me to do; unload my cum into his eager little ass.

I told him to beg for my poz babies (yes I had disclosed being undetectable and he acknowledged that on Prep this wasn’t an issue) and he, as I would have expected obliged me.

“Fuckin fill my ass with that hot poz jizz daddy! You know you want to flood my ass, fill me! Fuck me! Give it to me!!” he screamed.

A few more strokes into his guts and I was ready to explode.

I leaned forward as best I could in the cramped conditions, our mouths locked and I whispered nasty things to him while I buried my cock in him as deep as I could.

“Clamp down on it babe, make me cum.”

I’m pretty sure I was through the second hole at this point and he clamped down around my dick which pushed me over the edge.

I tensed up and shuddered a load of spunk into his guts.

He was holding onto my ass cheeks at this point screaming, “Oh fuck yes! Pump it into me! Give it to me!”

“Shit!” I said as I pulled out my cock, “I should have put a towel down,” his sloppy ass bubbled and gurgled out my load all over my fairly new leather seats.

Oh well, its like anything, gotta get the first scratch in it sometime.

After we rested for a bit, I drove him and we agreed to set up many more raunchy fucks.

The next one involved him telling me to get on a train at a certain station late at night, come to a specific car and he would be there stroking through his jeans. Then we met up in the train toilet and I fucked him full of cum before alighting at the next stop.

But that’s a story for another time.

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“Wait. So he said he loves you for the first time while you were still inside of him?”

“Yeah!”

“And you said it back?”

I chuckled.

“Yeah!”

It was so great to talk to Michael over FaceTime. He was such a good friend and we’d always tell each other everything. Having him so far away while I was here in Prague and building this… relationship with Lukáš, it made me sad. So it was so good to catch up and tell him about everything.

It was Saturday night and Lukáš was working his second night as a bouncer. I was alone in the apartment again, but it didn’t faze me. Michael and I talked for like an hour. I wanted to know all about his Dad, and it was so good to hear how well he had been recovering. Michael looked and sounded much more upbeat than he had before.

Michael in turn wanted to know everything about my time here in Prague. He had seen how my Instagram was just full of photos of me and Lukáš now and he was so happy for me. I even told him about how I was going to meet his friend and fellow bouncer Václav for drinks this Tuesday at the bar they work at.

“So, Fred…”

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to live in Prague?”

I laughed.

“I don’t know. I’m trying not to think ahead too much.”

“Why not?”

“It’s just too tough a decision. I don’t want to think about either being far away from him or far away from you. Martin said that when I leave to go to the US, I’ll know if I’d be returning soon or if this was just a summer love.”

“Fred.”

“Yeah?”

“You told him you love him. You’re either coming here to pick up stuff to go back or he’s coming here.”

I chuckled.

“We’ll see.”

When we finally hung up, I felt so good. I had missed Michael so much. But talking on the phone for a while really helped. I had felt so far away from him and from home for quite a while, but our conversation put my mind at ease. I sat back on the sofa.

“Meow”

“Oh hey!”

Max casually wandered into the room. It was rare for him to look me up when I was in this apartment by myself.

“Do you need something? I refreshed your water and gave you food?”

Max continued to walk towards me until he finally stopped and looked at me.

“Meow”

“What’s up?”

He stepped forward again and cozied his head up against my leg. I gasped. That had definitely never happened before. Max allowed Lukáš to pick him up and do whatever, but he had stayed away from me this entire week. Except when he intently watches us have sex.

“Meow”

He jumped onto the sofa and walked onto my lap. I didn’t dare move. He took his time finding a spot and sat down on my thighs. He looked straight at me and licked his lips. I realized I wasn’t breathing.

“Hi”, I whispered.

Max and I watched Netflix for a while until it was time for bed. I was already getting used to the nights by myself.

Suddenly I woke up. I heard a sound coming from the hallway. It was 4:30 in the morning. It must have been Lukáš getting home from work. I was excited to see him and cuddle him, but I was mainly sleepy. I turned on my side and waited for him to join me in bed. I heard more sounds, like he was just stumbling around. I heard the shower turn on. After that I must have dozed off again.

I woke up again when the bedroom door opened.

“Freddy?”

I moaned sleepily.

“Hey babe… how was work?”

I opened my eyes and saw how Lukáš was fully naked. He had a boner as he walked around, hanging his towel on the door and plugging the charger into his phone.

“Work was fun! Václav and I drink a little.”

I smiled. That explained the stumbling around. He walked towards the bed but he almost lost his balance but managed to support himself on the dresser.

“Oops.”

His boner bounced around but he was probably not even aware of it.

He lifted the covers in one swift motion and let himself fall into bed. His face close to mine, I could he had just showered and brushed his teeth. I smiled.

“Hello Freddy. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Lukáš’s eyes had trouble focusing as soon I found him eyeing down my body. He grabbed my flaccid dick and seemed to be studying it.

“Freddy big peró.”

I chuckled. It brought me back to that day we did the boat trip in Ibiza.

“I say to Václav about Freddy’s big peró.”

I laughed. Lukáš continued to softly pull on my dick, slowly getting it harder.

“Really?”

“Yes. Václav say he kiss a boy one time when we drinking. I say you good kisser. I say you good in sex.”

I laughed and wondered how this meeting between me and Václav was going to go. Meanwhile, I had a full-blown erection.

Lukáš looked down at my dick again.

“Is so nice”, he said before looking into my eyes again. “I want in my butt.”

I laughed.

“Now?”

“Yes. Yes please.”

I raised myself up and positioned myself over Lukáš, a hand on each side of him. I smiled as we remained eye contact in silence. I slowly lowered myself as we made out. I felt him continuing to jerk my dick. I was getting so hard and so turned on.

I sat up on my knees as Lukáš pulled his towards him. I lubed his hole with more and more of my spit and slid in a few fingers to open him up. I could tell by his hole just how eager he was. My dick was stiff as a board when it finally entered him. The face that it was very early in the morning did not stop Lukáš from moaning loudly.

“Uhhhhh…. Anooooo”

Lukáš held on to his knees as I started fucking him. I instantly saw precum dribbling onto his stomach.

“Rychle”, he mumbled.

I did not know what that meant. I looked at him for any non-verbal clue as I continued to fuck him. His eyes were rolling into the back of his head with pleasure, his mouth agape with a constant moan. Suddenly he looked up and managed to focus on me.

“Fuck me hard.”

That turned me on so much I immediately increased my power and speed. Lukáš now held on to the headboard of the bed as his heavy muscular body shook back and forth on the bed. The moans got louder and more high-pitched as suddenly I saw him shoot his load handsfree.

“Fuck!”, I said.

It turned me on so much to see that. I continued fucking him hard.

“Yes… more…”, he mumbled, wanting me to keep going.

Though suddenly I noticed how his body got more and more slack. His hands let go of the headboard and his arms fell on the pillow, over his head.

“Lukáš?”

“Hmmm…”

His eyes were closing. He was passing out with my cock still inside of him. I was so horned up there was no way I could stop. I was close anyway. I continued to fuck him.

“Lukáš? Wake up!”

When he let out his first snore I was so turned on I shot my load inside of him. It was my best orgasm in a long time.

I leaned forward and kissed him. He continued to snore. He was out cold. I slowly withdrew my cock from his hole as my cum immediately started dribbling out. I cleaned his and my cum with the towel on the door and threw it in the hamper. I joined him back in bed, even though with his big arms raised over his head and his legs still spread wide, I had to cuddle up close to him. I caressed the soft, hairless skin of his chest and abs as his loud snores were practically in my ear. I did manage to drift off again eventually.

The next day, Lukáš drove us to his parents in Plzeň, about an hour from Prague. I could tell he was nervous.

“I say I bring friend. On the phone. When we eat, I say is boyfriend. OK?”

“Sure. Whatever way makes you comfortable. Let me know if there is anything I can do.”

I looked at him in his tight black T-shirt, his muscular arms, tensed up from gripping the wheel tight. I realized I loved him so much.

Lukáš’s parents, Gabriela and Josef, were very sweet. They welcomed me with open arms even though their English was minimal. They had a cozy home just outside the city, which is where Lukáš had grown up. There were photos of him as a kid on the dresser.

I was surprised to meet his sister Tereza, who would also join us for dinner. Her English was better. Yet conversation was usually in Czech, making me feel a little left out.

Josef got me and Lukáš some beers and sat us down on the sofa. He talked to the two of us in Czech, needing Lukáš to translate, which wasn’t exactly ideal. Josef asked me questions about my job, the Ibiza trip, and about the US. After a while, I offered to get fresh beers from the kitchen, where I found Gabriela and Tereza, chatting and preparing dinner. I didn’t like how the traditional gender roles were playing out, so I offered to help. Gabriela thanked me kindly as she squeezed my hand.

“Is no problem!”

Tereza then asked if she could talk to me.

“Sure!”

Tereza walked me outside to the porch as we sat down on the wooden bench.

“So… is maybe a little direct…”, she laughed.

“That’s OK”, I said as I chuckled with her.

“You and my brother. Having sex, no?”

I was still surprised by her bluntness as well as the fact that she had figured it out. She must have seen my expression.

“Is OK, is OK”, she told me as she held on to my wrist.

“I want to say, is OK. I love Lukáš. Much. Very much. I want to say… he look tough, but he…”, her voice cracked as I could tell she was getting emotional. I in no way wanted to interrupt her, so I waited. I squeezed her hand that was on my right wrist with my left.

“He… he is nice man. Very… citlivý, uhm… sensitív?”

I nodded.

“So… don’t hurt him please.”

I smiled.

“I know. He is a very empathic man. He told me about… Marta.”

Tereza looked up at me as a tear finally rolled down her cheek.

“I am so sorry to hear what happened. But the way he helped then and is still helping now… It showed me what a good man he is.”

Tereza nodded.

“He is.”

It was a very emotional talk with Tereza. We hugged, dried our tears and went back inside. I found Lukáš standing in the kitchen, talking to his mother. He looked like her so much. I wanted to hug him, or squeeze his hand or his butt only for a little while. But I knew I couldn’t and had to wait.

Gabriela served dinner and I felt so honored to sit with the Macek family. Josef started a short prayer before we started eating, which was unexpected for me. I thanked Gabriela for her work and said how good everything was.

“Is no problem!”, she repeated.

Conversation as we ate was mostly in Czech again when suddenly the toned changed. Josef and Gabriela were sounding more and more surprised. I knew exactly what the topic was, even though I couldn’t follow a word. Lukáš continued to answer to them, even though I noticed his body language changing. He looked down at his food, as Gabriela asked questions. Tereza even got involved.

I held Lukáš’s hand. It was shaking. I squeezed it.

Suddenly Josef addressed me.

“You love Lukáš?”

I nodded.

“I do. I love him.”

“You love Fred?”, Josef continued as he addressed Lukáš now.

Lukáš nodded.

“Is all. Gratulujeme! Vítej v rodině!”

He looked grumpy as he continued his food. It was silence that followed.

“Dad just welcomed you into the family”, Tereza translated after a while.

Even though the atmosphere was a little tense, I looked around the table.

“Th-thank you.”

Conversation continued in a calmer manner when I figured we had changed topics. After dinner, Gabriela came up to her son as she held his arms and told him something in Czech. They hugged. She was clearly emotional when she turned to me.

“Sorry. Was… surprise. Is OK. Lukáš happy with you. I happy with you.”

When we left, Josef gave Lukáš a long hug as well, talking in his ear. When they let go, I saw Lukáš wiped away some tears. Tereza told me she felt it went well.

“They need time, but will be OK.”

In the car ride home, Lukáš was so relieved. He was still shaking a little bit as he asked me to drive.

“I know it will be shock for them. But they love me.”

“Of course they do”, I said.

“And you love me.”

I briefly took my eyes off the road to find Lukáš looking at me with such love. I grabbed his knee and squeezed it.

“I love you loads.”

TO BE CONTINUED….

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I walked slowly trying to determine who was following me. There were not many people around, but none seemed to be following me.

A few minutes down the road and I saw the black guy from my training. He was definitely following me. After blowing the trainer I really didn’t want to talk to him. The other people in the training session either knew or suspected what I was up to during lunch. I think my embarrassed look and the smell of cum would have given it away if they hadn’t already worked it out.

This black guy was quite large. I remember talking to him on the first day of training, he was an ex-marine. Lots of muscles, wide shoulders, big hands and short shaved haircut. He still looked like he was straight from the army.

I started to walk faster. I didn’t want him seeing me enter the bar, then find me inside with a dick lodged in my throat.

As I rounded a street corner I noticed an alley way not far down the street. I could easily duck inside and wait for him to pass, or I could follow the alley and hope it arrives close to the bar.

As soon as I was around the corner and out of his sight I raced to the alley way and followed the darkness until I hit a fence. There was no easy way over so I quickly his behind a large waste bin.

The alley was quite dark, he wouldn’t be able to see me from the street. I sat on the cold hard ground trying to catch my breath. I work out 3 times a week and I’m in great shape, but cardio was non-existent in my workout routine.

After a few minutes I thought it would be safe to leave the alley. As I started to getup I could hear footsteps crunching on the hard surface of the alley way. I sat extremely still hoping it was just someone else. As the footsteps came closer a loud voice echoed “what ya hiding for?”

My heart sank as the voice confirmed my fear, he had found me. No I was going to have to explain what I was up to at lunch.

As I stood I replied “Why are you following me?”

He grabbed me and quickly shoved me against the building wall.

“You some kinda fag?” he asked

“Look I know your aware of what happened at lunch, but I had no choice, he forced me. He’s blackmailing me” I replied

“I don’t like fags. We had them in the military. Always stalking the toilets at night and looking at ya in the showers. I have fucked up my share of fags, looks like ya next”

I worked out, but this guy was trained in the military and was much larger than me.

I begged, “please don’t bash me”

He moved in closer and pushed me to my knees “suck my dick and I won’t have to. I’m only doing this cause my mate said fags give the best head. If he’s wrong I kick ya arse. So you better make it good”

I begged him to let me leave “please don’t do this, I’m not gay, he was blackmailing me, I was forced to do it”

“Well now ya being forced to suck this” he commanded as he pulled out a 6” flaccid dick.

I could already smell his dick, he clearly hadn’t showered recently. Knowing there was only two options, get my arse kicked or suck another dick I went for his meat. I knew I needed to finish him fast, otherwise I would be late arriving at the bar.

I took the head into my mouth and tasted his funk. His dick tasted revolting. I continued licking and sucking the head and shaft until his dick started to rise. Now slowly extending and becoming firm I knew it was going to become a challenge. By the time his dick was fully erect it stood at 9” long and it was THICK.

I started bobbing my head taking as much as possible, trying to ensure I pleased him. Otherwise I knew what was coming.

Within minutes I had him moaning and running his fingers through my hair as I tried to deep throat him. Up and down I bobbed over and over. My jaw ached. Never had I used my mouth this much, even for eating. As I started to tire he took over, grabbing my head and slam fucking my face.

I gagged and convulsed every time he slammed my face into his bares. Impaled on his meat, tears were streaming from my eyes as he laughed “no chick would ever let me fuck her face like this. I’ve been missing out on all the action for years”

I was doing well and knew he was getting close. He kept controlling the pace and every time he would come close to ejaculation he would stop, holding me still and wait a few minutes, then resume fucking my face. I had no idea how long this would continue.

After a few more hard slams of his dick he held me deep, impaled on his tool.

As I was struggling for air, looking up into his face he said “I want you to lick my arse hole”

He then pulled his dick from my convulsing throat as I gasped for air. He turned around and stuck his arse into my face and said “Get licking slut”

As I continued gasping for air he grabbed me, smacked me across the face and yelled again “lick my dirty hole slut”

I shoved my tongue deep into his ring and licked the rim. He instantly moaned. I continued licking his arse hole, probing my tongue inside to tongue fuck him. It didn’t last long before he spun around, slam fucked my face a few times and shot a fucking HUGE load down my throat. He must have had at least 12 big, hard shots of cum shoot into my throat as I worked hard to swallow.

When he finished he quickly popped his semi hard dick back into his pants and raced out of the alley, calling back “see ya tomorrow”

I looked at my watch. I was now over 35 minutes late. The guys at the bar would be pissed. I knew I was going to be punished.

I ran for the bar unaware of the cum still stuck in my hair.

When I arrived I burst through the door. Seeing cum splattered in my hair the leader yelled “bit late, been servicing everyone now ya found a new talent? Seems we need to punish the fucker”

Everyone cheered

“no I was forced, please don’t hurt me” I begged

He grabbed me and pulled me over his legs. Pulled my pants down and started spanking me in front of everyone.

He spanked me hard on my bare arse until I was crying. Then he pushed me to the floor and said “get up you dirty slut, time for your final game of pool. This time your playing against me”

“Win and your free, lose and you get to pleasure me” He added.

I got to my feet knowing if I won this game I wouldn’t need to suck his dick. I asked “what about the video?”

“I will hand it over to you, but don’t worry too much about that, you need to win first” he replied

I moved to the pool table and waited for him to take the first shot.

I watched as he slammed the balls around the table sinking one after another until they were all gone. I stood shocked until he pointed above the bar. His photo hung on the wall with a plaque reading ‘State Champion 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004’

“You stood no chance slut” he said as I stared into the distance contemplating my situation.

I dropped to my knees wanting this over with, fished his dick out and chowed down.

I sucked his dick for about five minutes, then he pushed me off saying “im ready”

A few of his goons grabbed me and bent me over the pool table, striping my pants in the process.

I freaked out and begged him not to fuck me “please im a virgin, I will suck your dick, just please don’t fuck me”

He then forced one of the previous pool losers to lick my hole “get him nice and wet” he commanded.

The guy then started eating my hole. It felt soooo good, I moaned and moaned until suddenly the tongue was withdrawn. The leader then said “he’s wet enough” and started shoving his fingers inside me. One easily slid inside from all the licking my hole received, but when a second entered I yelped in pain. He pushed two fingers in and out of my hold fucking me with them until the saliva started to dry. Then he yelled “someone get the lube, this cunts too tight”

He then started to apply lube to his fingers and my hole. I could feel him pushing the lube inside.

It was still quite painful, although it had subsided and I could feel my hole had loosened around his fingers. While pumping his fingers in and out of my hole he whispered into my ear, “I think ya loose enough, I still want ya to scream when I break ya cherry. Don’t worry though, ya gunna be begging for more before I’m done” Through the pain I replied “never” then he laughed.

He then yelled out “its time boys” and removed his fingers from my hole to a room full of cheers.

I begged and pleaded with him, I offered money and even offered more oral sex, but he wasn’t interested.

Soon I felt the head of his dick against my hole. He bent down to my ear and said “goodbye cherry” and pushed inside. I screamed the most blood curdling scream ever as the head broke through my sphincter. I struggled to escape as several men held me down. The room cheered their leader on, yelling “yeah smash the fuckers cherry” “make the pig squeal” “rip him a new one” “breed his pussy”

He kept his dick still for a few seconds then pushed further inside.

It felt as though someone stuck something in me, then stirred my insides around.

The pain was so excruciating, I thought he must have torn my hole as I cried from the pain.

He continued to push and push until I felt his breath on my ear and he whispered “ya pussy is so tight”

Then he started rocking back and forth, moving only an inch at a time. He was slowly increasing the speed and length he would withdraw until he was almost slam fucking me.

I couldn’t move even if I wanted too, but the pain was so bad I was cramping all over.

He continued to pound me over and over for about 5 minutes until he withdrew his cock.

I was leaning over the short end of the pool table looking down its length.

Two men started pulling at my legs stretching them out wide.

I had no idea what was going on until it was too late.

My legs were now tied to the legs of the pool table keeping my legs wide apart exposing my hole.

My hands were then tied with long lengths of rope to the other end of the table.

The leader then continued fucking my hole as I felt his cock speared deeper into my hole than before.

While the pain had subsided enough for my sobbing to cease. Don’t get me wrong, I was by no stretch enjoying the action but it was certainly a little more comfortable.

I could feel every inch as he slowed his pace and again crept towards my ear and said “hows it feel?”

When I didn’t reply he withdrew his cock from my hole.

It felt battered and gaping as the cool air washed over the void.

He then whispered, ensuring no one else could hear “beg for my cock and make it convincing or the video gets released”

So I whispered back “I want your cock, please fuck me”

So he smacked my arse hard and said “so everyone can hear!”

“Please fuck me, I want your cock back inside me” I yelled

The room cheered as one man yelled “I can’t believe he’s enjoying it already, he really is a slut”

The leader slammed back into my hole and said “I said ya was gunna beg for it before I was done didn’t I bitch”

He continued to fuck me for another 10 minutes before he started to moan.

I knew what was coming and hoped he wouldn’t cum inside me.

However my worst fear was realised as I felt the searing hot liquid spray my insides.

About 8 hard shots fired as he moaned still fucking my now sloppy hole.

Eventually he slowed and withdrew his shrinking cock.

I then felt his cum ooze from my hole and run onto my balls before dripping onto the floor.

He then walked around and looked me in the eye and said “seems you enjoyed it, ready for more?”

I yelled back “fuck off, we had a deal”

Then he said “fine the video’s gone” as he proceeded to smash the tape.

Before I could say anything he presented a camcorder. Flipped it around replaying me saying “Please fuck me, I want your cock back inside me”

He then said laughing “There was no deal about this tape”

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At the end of the day, a day before xmas day, Burak and I headed back home from what more to be called a vacation, when we arrived to our city, he took me to a lovely restaurant in Dama City; Haretna,he went to make a call and there, I waited for our order to get served.

I was called Shams, my father had picked that name, not forcibly of course, but mom had wanted to name me Johnny, Thanks God dad had convinced her after all. Anyway, Burak and I were not a couple, he was just my neighbour next door, and that test, was only for him, he had cheated on his wife with some guy named Mohammed, 

And that guy had been announced to having got HIV, they both had had sex about five times, so I had told him to check himself and now we were waiting for the results.

” Who are you talking to? “

“Nobody, who was it!”

” Sarah, she wants to know where I am, she is at the doctor now.”

“And?”

” I can’t go to see her any way”

“I will”

“You can’t right now, she is just in need of me, my normal me and I am not normal now.” 

The waitress came.

“Thanks”

We started eating by then, him to forget his troubles and me to kill my hunger. 

He was so nice and lovely to his wife, it was ironic, that the person who had caused this, had tested it himself a lot, been scared he would have had it, but he had had in the end, and Burak didn’t want to disappoint his wife, she loved him to death, and ..

” Who are you talking to.

.?”

“Nobody! No one! “

“Then start eating, won’t be late for home.”

We ate until we got enough, we had some coffee, and Burak and I went to see Sarah.

At the entance of the building where the doctor’s clinic was, there was a hot receptionist , she looked and over looked at Burak, she was very right to do so, even I, sometimes, got some crush on him. He was tall, big chest, six pack and those two lines down to his thighs, blonde hair, blue eyes, white teeth and fantastic beard, he just was the perfect man.

We saw Sarah and checked her out, at first, things went normal, but when we were told Sarah was pregnant, Burak went into to Drama.

We were at the house, his, I tried to make him feel less stress, telling him the test results were on the following day. He looked at me, in my eyes, with tears in his eyes, and fell into my arms.

” What if I were already infected, what if it is now in Sarah’s, and the baby is gonna come to this world infected too, I’d .. “

” Calm down, Burak, calm down, tomorrow you will know that none of this is true and you don’t have it in your blood”

” I would never forgive myself, Shams, I am a terrible person, and God Hates me for that. “

” Never, God will never do that to you, you didn’t mistaken. “

Even if I was atheist, I just didn’t think that Burak would have got to that bad ending, I believed there was a reason and time would figure it out.

While Sarah was in her room asleep, I was on the living room, sittin on the couch and I had the most precious thing I would have ever dreamt to have, Burak’s head, with his soft skin over my hands, and his sleeping eyes got me excited. I kept starring at him all night long.

Day two

In the morning, we headed back to the city next to ours, reached the hospital and got our answer in some paper, I awaited in the hollaway, I started thinking of proper words to tell Burak in case he ended up infected, and that what I was not so aware of.

I saw Burak coming my way, with his tears over his face, nodding left and right, and the piece of shit ( paper ) in his hand, I wanted to cry, I needed to cry, seeing my friend going through such a thing really was breaking my heart. I held him in my arms, and he kept moving and moving, feeling his warm tears over my left shoulder, he moved and moved and I saw myself in his arms and him kissing my forehead, I heard those words from his mouth, only the first five times I didn’t get it.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry, Shams, I so … sorry. “

Well, I was so sad to know that my friend was having that bloody shit virus, but, irony, the piece of shit dropped to the floor, his name was on top of it,b but tested negative, then why would he be crying like that for? I wondered, he should have been happy for his family, it was not ruined after all.

Annoyingly he held me close and I pushed him away,

“I’m happy for you, for not carrying it, but why are you dramatically crying? What’s wrong, and we can’t tell Sarah cause she didn’t know in the first place, it’s alright, we will celebrate, tonight, in my place, ok? “

I smiled, twinked and gave a little slap over his back, I got down to get the piece of SHIT off the ground, with my smile upon my face, I looked at it, and put it in my back pucket, I grabbed his hand and pulled him, I suddenly stopped, I starred in nowhere, I was not looking at anything, in fact, my mind just froze down, now I noticed, with everybody’s face of the people in the hallaway, looking at me, they looked pale, and most of them looked aside when I faced them, I looked at Burak and he grabbed his face in his hands and next to the wall, and his back toward me, I could hear the music of his crying shuttering my heart into a million pieces, finally and after a thousand miles without leaving my place, I took out the paper and opened it, I skipped Burak’s paper and reached mine, I read my name clearly; Shamsuddein ……….

moved my sight down the the bottom and there where I took my heart out with a large big teardrop off down and covered almost the whole paper ..

To be continued …

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Here’s the last story from Season One of my Xmas Tales, a fun little bonus tale to end the run. I’ll have a whole bunch more for you next Christmas…

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“Dude, I’m bored as fuck,” Colby sighed. “What happened to, like, movies on planes?”

“Everybody started bringing their own,” I said, lifting up my iPad for emphasis.

“What you watching?” he said, leaning over the empty seat between us to see. “Oh, that Throne Games show, or whatever it is,” he sighed dismissively, leaning back into his own space, propping his elbow on the other armrest, and staring out at the sky.

I shrugged, and went back to watching. Funny how we could be so similar, and yet so different. He wasn’t much of a reader, liked Adam Sandler movies, was generally a big, happy-go-lucky, uncomplicated type of dude. Me, I was the smaller of the two of us, more tight-bodied and compact to his big, beefy, ex-footballer frame. We had similar features, and we were both blond, but otherwise we were like night and day, sometimes. About the only other commonality was that we both played rugby – he was a prop on Carolina’s club team, where I played fly-half on NC State’s. It was something we’d both picked up back when Dad was stationed in the UK, and it had just sort of clicked for us both, and of course, we played completely different positions at practically neighboring rival colleges. That’s just how we were.

But we got along well despite all that, because when you’re an Army brat, you learn that the only constant in your life is your family, and for all the scrapping and fighting you might do, at the end of the day, you’re a unit. Me and Colby had flown out to our parents’ together for Christmas, and since we didn’t know anybody in Colorado Springs and there was so much more going on back around our campuses for New Year’s, here we were, flying back together, side by side.

I got back into watching GoT, but I could feel Colby’s restlessness. He kept squirming in his chair, sprawling his big, beefy, muscular thighs out, staring out the window aimlessly. Then he started idly tugging at the crotch of his loose basketball shorts. I felt my cock tweak a little inside my own shorts, as I kept one eye on my screen, the other half on him. On the growing mound in those shorts of his. The thick blond hair on his beefy forearm as it shifted lightly, the muscles moving, as he started to graze his thumb over the growing outline of his fat club of a cock. The sly smile growing on his handsome, blond-bearded face.

Colby craned up in his seat, looking around the cabin. We were both surprised to score a half-empty flight back, especially right after Christmas weekend. The only other passengers for a half-dozen rows around us were fast asleep, up near the bulkhead. I guess it had occurred to me that I could go claim a whole row of my own for the flight, but I hadn’t gotten around to it yet, so it was just me and big Colby, back here in row 41, cruising high over America’s heartland with nobody else around us.

He looked at me, and I pretended not to notice, to be engrossed in my screen. He nudged his big hairy calf against mine, both our legs splayed out into the open space between us, and I played that off too. Trying not to smile to myself at the little game he wanted to play, as I played my own game with him right back. Another nudge of his calf, which turned into a slow, deliberate, up-down brush of his hairy, warm skin against mine. And then when I let that one slide by, he reached across the empty seat between us and poked my elbow. He was never really all that good at subtlety.

“Dude,” he muttered, and with a pretend put-upon sigh, I paused the episode, unplugged one earbud, and looked over at him.

“What, fucker?” I said. He just grinned even wider at me, then nodded his head unsubtly down at his crotch. I rolled my eyes, still stifling that grin of mine, and looked down.

Colby had a big ol’ dick. We both did, actually, and I know mine was a bit of a surprise to people sometimes, standing out like it did from my tight former wrestler’s frame. But Colby’s looked perfectly scaled to the rest of him – big, thick, beefy, and handsome. Uncut, we both were, and crowned with a thicket of blond curls. I could see the top of those curls as he groped his bulge with his big paw, which tugged the waistband of his shorts down under the swell of his thick rugby bro belly, showing the top of his thick bush.

“I’m bored, Casey,” he said, his voice deep and low yet somehow boyish too. “Let’s play a game.”

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” I muttered, but my own cock was already responding, because for all our differences, me and my big brother were in sync like that. Both horny, both up for just about anything.

He was the one who’d taught me how to jack off, in the little bedroom we shared in – fuck, must have been Germany. That had progressed to a lot more over the years of bouncing around from base to base together, and by the time we’d wound up in the UK and he was getting ready to ship back to the States and start college at UNC, Colby had copped my cherry and taught me how to French kiss, and we’d grown tighter than ever. When I’d arrived in North Carolina for college myself a couple years later, feeling a little adrift being back Stateside, in what was technically our home state but pretty much alien to me, Colby was right there to welcome me, and not coincidentally fuck one of his epic bro loads up my ass in his dorm room bed.

So, yeah, we were cool. Like a lot of Army brats, we had each other when everything else was uncertain. He was graduating next December, and after that, wasn’t real sure – so in the meantime, we were making the most of our brotherly bond, while we could. We’d horsed around and fed each other our cum in various ways all over the Colorado wilderness these past couple weeks – eating a couple of weed brownies we’d scored up in Denver and watching the sun set over the Garden of the Gods as I sat on a big rock formation while my big brother squatted between my thighs and sucked my balls dry was one of those lifelong memories – and it looked like big Colby wasn’t ready to quit it just yet.

“What, you never wanted to join the Mile-High Club, little bro?” he winked at me, then slowly hauled out his big, fat hardon. Already moist at the tip, and not just because we were uncut – he was a leaker pretty much all the time, so those basketball shorts he had on over his thin boxer briefs were a risky move. But I knew from experience he was into that, riding the edge publicly like that.

“First off, we’re not a mile up in the air, y’know,” I grinned, plucking my other earbud out and putting the iPad in the seatback pocket in front of me. “Second, we’re right out here in the open, dude…”

“I know,” he grinned, blue eyes gleaming as he gave himself a slow stroke. “Besides, you weren’t all shy when it was me blowing you up on that fuckin’ rock the other day. Anybody could have walked by.”

He looked around, then leaned in close, lips close to my ear, the blond hair of his beard just grazing my jaw, giving me a little shiver.

“You owe me one, little dude,” he whispered, all hot and husky, giving his big cock another slow stroke for my benefit.

I looked around us, saw nobody could see, then grabbed the back of his neck and planted a serious kiss on him. He grunted into my mouth as my tongue sought his out, joining me in the kiss as he reached over and felt the big, fast-growing bulge in my shorts. My arm crossed over his, making him grunt again and suck harder on my tongue as I took hold of that fat, sticky club of his cock and gave him a slow jack. Remembering how we’d huddled together against the railing on the lower deck of the Eiffel Tower a few years ago, one drizzly gray January, barely anybody sightseeing, an umbrella our only cover as I pulled his big cock out of his jeans and jacked a load out of him and onto the plaza below, as his beefy arm tightened around my shoulders and he tried not to shake and moan too much.

“So maybe it ain’t technically a mile high and all, bro,” he murmured as we came out of the kiss, my hand still slowly stroking his big dick. “But I’ve always wanted to try it… and besides, you know we both wouldn’t fit in the bathroom back there…”

Shit, Colby was big and beefy enough that he’d pretty much fill an airplane bathroom on his own. But like him, I’d always wanted to get off on a plane with somebody, not just on my own in the bathroom like I’d done a half-dozen times anyway. And just like him, the thrill of potential discovery sent a charge all down into my big, full balls. Yeah, this was a no-frills, low-cost airline, and the attendants were basically nowhere to be seen, but still…

So I flipped up the armrests between us, took one more look around, saw the coast was clear, and slid my ass into the empty seat between ours. Then with a wink and a smile, I tucked his shorts underneath his fat bull balls, leaned in, and licked the fat, moist tip of him. His musk was rich and immediately familiar to me, potent and manly. He let out a soft, low growl, his big paw falling to the back of my neck and squeezing as I lapped round the underside of his cock helmet, up the skin of his frenulum, following it up to the deep slit that was slowly bubbling precum. I grunted myself as I savored that, kissing the head of his cock with pursed lips, tongue lapping up his sticky, mineral flow, and as his big hand squeezed the back of my neck again, I tucked my lips over my teeth and engulfed the whole fat head of his dick. I felt his moan vibrate all through his big, beefy-muscled body, and felt the back of my neck prickle at the idea we might get busted doing this. But I went on down his fat, throbbing shaft just the same, glad for my more compact, agile form, and the way I could twist myself up in such a small space to take care of my big bro’s big cock.

“Fuck yeah, little buddy,” he crooned softly, his strong hand sliding up from my neck and into my hair, rubbing lightly, as his other hand slid down my back, dipping down into the waistband of my shorts where they gaped open as I hunched over. I shivered again as his thick fingers tickled through the fine blond hairs just coming in above the crack of my ass, then dipped lower, into the top of my cleft, teasing and stroking, making me try to arch my back like a cat. Fucker. He knew just how to touch me to work me up, and if we were anyplace else, with room to stretch out, he’d be yanking my shorts off and leaning over to try and lick at my ass. Even here, where we were now, I wouldn’t put it past him to try.

Colby did manage to stuff a lot of his forearm down in back of my shorts, though, rubbing over my hole through the fabric of my underwear, circling and teasing it more intently the more I sucked him to the root. My eyes streamed with the effort, because even though I might have sucked his big joint hundreds of times by now, and I was pretty good at it, he was still a big, big boy, and it took a lot of effort to get him down. But I did. I opened my throat up and got him all stuffed in, just enough room left to breathe around him. I worked my throat around the head of his dick, and he growled and pushed his finger against my hole, pressing the stretched cotton of my briefs up into it a little, making my own cock twinge and leak in my shorts. I buried my nose in the sweaty, musky thickness of his bush, already damp with my overflowing spit, and hummed on him, making him dig his fat fingertip even deeper into my hole.

Fuck, he felt bigger, fatter, heavier than ever, and maybe that was something to do with air pressure and swelling or whatever. I sure couldn’t deep-throat him forever, not all contorted like I was, so I gave up a couple inches and set to work pleasuring his shaft, reaching up to cup and roll his big, cum-heavy balls in my hand as I bobbed my head up and down on him, picking up that well-practiced rhythm as he started to flow pre more heavily down my swallowing throat.

“So fuckin’ good, baby bro,” he crooned, low and deep, and I knew he meant it. Said I sucked him better than anyone, male or female. I loved that, knowing I was his gold standard, and I used the skills I’d learned on his big ol’ dick, taught so patiently late at nights in our bedrooms over the years, to bring a lot of pleasure to quite a few dudes over the years since then. But I liked doing it to him, and his juicy club of a cock, more than anyone else.

Colby’s hand shifted around in back of my shorts, and then slipped underneath the waistband of my bunched-up briefs, sliding down over my glutes, stroking down the furrow between them with his fat middle finger. He found it and touched it, gentle but insistent, rotating his fat fingertip slowly around the blond hairs that lined the ring of muscle, before pushing in. I grunted around his cock, feeling a twinge at the semi-dryness. Felt him retract his hand, and then the sound of him sucking on his fingers, followed by a spitting noise. His hand reaching back in and touching me in that most intimate place, all thick and firm and slick with spit, as he pressed it inside of me.

“Fuckin’ diddling my little bro right on this damn airplane,” he grunted, as much for his benefit as mine, and I moaned and sucked him harder, feeling my face prickling with heat. With the intense, risky thrill of it all.

I wanted to make Colby cum, really bad. It was my mission now. So I used my ball-stroking hand, scooping up some of my overflowing spit from his nuts with my finger, then stroked his taint with it, adding more and more as I dug deep into the warm, thick blond fur down there, and found my way to his hole, just like he had mine. Kind of cocked my head to the side so we could look at each other, and then slid it into him, his hole tight and warm and yielding to my probing digit, as I winked up at him.

“Awww, you little fucker,” he growled with a grin, his sweaty, handsome head falling back against the headrest, as I pushed in and felt the firm bulge of his prostate, just as he did the same to mine. Fuck, this was so lewd and obscene and risky. I was loving it all.

I stroked his nut as he did the same to me, feeling my cock all leaky and sticky and making the insides of my briefs humid with it. Sucking harder, wetter, wrapping my tongue around as much of him as I could and laving the underside of his fat, juicing head with it. Stroking and sucking, clutching his beefy lat for balance as I worked him the best I knew how, feeling his balls tight and churning with his cum against my wrist.

“Gonna fuckin’ cum, little dude,” he whispered harshly, panting, and I looked up sideways at his handsome head, all sweaty, brow furrowed, eyes narrowed as his mouth fell open, and I knew he was right there at the brink. I moved quickly, pulling up off his cock with a lewd, wet slurp as he grunted in protest, still rubbing his bud deep inside as I took hold of his slicked-up joint with my other hand and stared him in the eyes.

“So cum, you big fucking pervert,” I grinned, thumbing over his frenulum and rubbing a circle right there at his most sensitive spot. He grabbed hold of my stroking arm, his strong hand squeezing my flexing bicep as his face got all flushed and starey, his mouth choking out noises as I pointed his throbbing cock up towards his UNC Rugby T-shirt, and then he started to pump it out. Thick blasts of creamy stud cum, shooting up out of his big, gleaming piece, splatting into the fabric of his T-shirt in long wet ropes.

He was still twitching, stifling his moans, shaking through the last stages of his orgasm. I looked up and around, saw we were still pretty much on our own, then extracted my diddling finger from his insides, tugged my shorts open and freed my cock. I let his go, seeing it smack up against the fur of his beefy stomach, the head landing with a wet smear on the rumpled hem of his shirt, and wrapped my cum-sticky mitt around my own cock. His finger was still halfway lodged inside my hole, and as he grinned at me, he slid it back up inside to touch my prostate, buzzing it skilfully even as he came down off his own load. I smeared his cum all up and down the length of my own big, uncut dick, jacking furiously, stifling my grunts as I locked eyes with him and he touched me the right way and my balls tensed up, and boom, there I was, firing off, adding my own streaks of brother cum to the mess on his shirt.

“Aw, you dirty little fuck,” Colby growled, pulling my head in close and kissing me hard as I grunted and huffed into his mouth, shooting out the last spurts, trickling down into his bush and onto his drained balls as he fed me his tongue.

I flopped back into my seat, chest heaving, sweaty as hell, a big grin on my face as I caught my breath and saw the ropes of cum I’d painted his shirt with – his cum and mine. Started to laugh at it, and him.

“Hey, you said you were gonna cum,” I chuckled. “You just weren’t specific enough about where you wanted it to go, bro.”

“You fuckin’ asshole,” he growled, looking down at himself. We still had a couple hours til we landed in Raleigh, so I guess he had time to dry, but still – there wasn’t much mistaking what was on his shirt, if you knew what you were looking at.

Then he shrugged, sat forward, and peeled his shirt up and off his big, beefy frame. I admired the ample swell of his thickset chest, his big, rounded shoulders, meaty pecs all chunky with muscle, dusted with blond curls that flowed down over his strong belly, all sticky and matted now. He turned his T-shirt inside out and tugged it back on, grimacing a little at the cooling cum touching his skin.

“You’ll get yours, little brother,” he frowned at me, but he had a half a smile on his face too as he hit the button to recline his seat, closed his eyes, and dropped almost immediately off to sleep.

I went to the bathroom at the back of the plane, behind our seats, to clean up. Looked at myself in the mirror, feeling the tingling in my asshole from where Colby had fingered me just now. Looked around at the small space. Yeah, sure, the both of us couldn’t fit in here together… but if the door was open… and he stood outside it… nah, that was way too open, even for us.

Still, you never knew…

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We finished eating and held our stomachs. I’d been preparing and slowly cooking different dishes throughout the whole day while listening to Christmas music and drinking some dry white wine. To savor in my days worth of hard work was delectable. And to be able to share it with a friend was nice too. My two other roommates had left for the holiday which meant I’d have the whole place to myself. Not wanting to be alone though on Christmas Eve, I asked some others I knew in the city if they were staying home. Everyone was either leaving or already had plans to gather somewhere else except for Cody. I told him I was planning to make a pretty traditional spread of food and he said he’d be happy to join. In high school, we were more acquaintances than friends, but a few years after graduating from different universities along the East coast we found each other living in the same city out West and reconnected.

Cody was a couple inches shorter than me, maybe 5’8 or so and built with a small, slender frame but he had always been in such good shape. He was on the track team in high school I remember, and since living near the Rockies now he had taken up rock climbing. This gave him some just chiseled abdominal muscles and finely toned arms atop strong but lean legs. His face was very boyish, and his short dark blonde hair and sharp green eyes perfectly complimented his smile and the way he curled his upper lip and leaned in towards you when he laughed. 

After dinner we made some drinks. Cody made himself a brandy old fashion complete with a small peel of orange in the glass. I made a white Russian. We caught up as we drank, having not seen each other in several months because of the pandemic. We talked about work and money (or the lack thereof both), then takeout food and how we miss movie theaters, and finally to our sex lives. 

“It’s been so dry,” Cody shook his head, hopeless. He explained that he hadn’t been laid since May and the tinder girl he had met up with then wasn’t even a good sack. She had refused to suck his dick and was a pillow queen, only laying there and not putting in any work, he said.

“Same, man. It’s been since July for me,” I confessed, “I was in this guy’s house for maybe ten minutes before we were done and he was walking me to the door. Kind of sad, looking back.” 

“Ten minutes??” He exaggerated and laughed, “did you bother to even introduce yourselves?” 

“Hey fuck you,” I laughed as I struggled to remember the guy’s name. 

A long silence sat between us on the couch as we aimlessly watched the fireplace on the tv with Christmas tunes playing over it, sipping out drinks. 

“What did you do in ten minutes?” Cody was still thinking about my comment. About my hookup. 

“With that guy you mean??” 

“Yes!” he smiled, “That’s quick!”

“You can do a lot in ten minutes,” I teased, “especially when it’s your first time in months.”

“You’re not wrong,” he trailed off.

A moment passed.

“I feel like I cum pretty quick in general,” he said.

Cody and I had talked before in brief about our sex lives, just like we were, but we’d never shared intimate details about ourselves or our partners. I didn’t love hearing about his encounters with women since I’ve always had a small crush on him, but I thought it was really sincere of him as a straight guy to show such interest in my love life, and relished in it a bit, so I did the same for him. But this comment had caught me off guard. 

“Oh yeah?” I tried not to seem too excited. 

He sipped his drink and stared back at the tv fireplace. “Yeah, I don’t know. I get caught up in it all I guess, get lost,” he trailed off again and sipped his drink, “and then I just cum.”

Literally just hearing him say the word ‘cum’ had gotten me hard in an instant. I crossed my legs and turned to look at him. 

“How long do you last?” I asked, not really knowing what else to ask. 

He scoffed. “Shit man, like my record fast or record long?”

I laughed, “Both!” I encouraged, my hard on beginning to bulge in my pants.

He put his fingers to his chin and thought. 

“Record long?” He squinted, “Three? Four minutes probably?” he said as if it were an answer to a question he didn’t know. “Record short? Hmmm,” he rubbed his chin.

My anticipation was through the roof. And my boner was pulsing. He left me hanging in suspense for several long seconds. I began to scan his body, more closely admiring his arms and wondering what his abs looked like under his thermal.

“Thirty seconds?” he said, again like a question.

My eyes jumped back up to his and I realized he had been looking at me look at him. 

“Thirty seconds?!” I exaggerated the same way that he had to me earlier. 

“Hey fuck off man!” he laughed and hit me with a nearby couch pillow.

I quickly imagined him naked, hunched over a faceless girl, thrusting and moaning as he’s having an incredible orgasm after just thirty seconds. I pictured his face, his lips forming an O and eyes wide in a look of surprise. Almost as if he couldn’t believe he’s cumming. His face turns to a whimpering half frown as his thrusts slow and breath escapes him. I come back. 

 “Mustah been really fun,” I teased.

“Fuck, it was.” 

Another long silence between us.

“I’ve cum that quick too though,” I said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I said, pausing to wonder if I should say the rest, “while getting blown in the basement of the Quad building almost every German class junior year by this freshman twink.”

I tried to gauge his laughter on a scale from sincerity to being uncomfortable. I think it was closer to sincere than not but was unsure. 

“Blowjobs,” he almost whined nostalgically, “oh man how I miss getting blowjobs.”

I searched for the words. Let me help you, I wanted to beg!

I took a leap.

“I miss giving them.” I said quietly. 

He didn’t say anything for several long seconds and I began to think he didn’t hear me. 

“Maybe you could help then.”

We both looked at each other and it was as if our eyes continued to exchange words, asking each other if we’re serious and if we’re sure. It must’ve been ten seconds that we stared at each other before he stood up. When he stood I saw the obvious tent that had formed in his pants. He began to undo his belt and pants. He pulled the zipper down before pulling the waistband down to his knees and falling back onto the couch. His bright orange Nike boxer briefs looked like a firm banana was stuck in there as his hardened cock reached to the left, towards me. He gripped it and rubbed himself through his briefs before looking back to me. 

My eyes asked him twenty questions in that moment. He’d known that I’d always had a little thing for him. He liked being admired, even if it was a little cocky. And despite all of my measly efforts in the past to sneak peeks of him, now he was willing to show himself off to me. He pulled back his waistband and showed off his curving seven inch cock, spiraled with two thick blue veins around the shaft. He was of average thickness, cut, and had a trimmed bush at the base of dark brown hair. My mouth fell agape and I looked back to his eyes, still looking at me and smirking. Like I said, he liked to be admired. He looked down to his cock and flexed it to show off, the shaft tightening and jumping slightly. I slowly began to lean in and he immediately reached out his hand to cup the back of my neck. 

Lacking all self control, I take Cody’s cock into my mouth and quickly plunge him down my throat. His body instantly lurched and he gasped. His hand on my neck soon turned to a clenched fist as he gripped some of my hair. I began to suck his cock, still smelling of his oaky body wash. My head bobbed up and down as my lips encircled his shaft. I ran my tongue around his shaft and gripped my hand around the base, occasionally stroking him as I sucked. Another long gasp from Cody as he gripped my hair tighter.

“Oh fuck!” he said loudly.

Just as I began to take a little bit of pride in how good I was clearly making him feel, my mouth filled with warm soapy, salty liquid. I choked at first out of surprise, but quickly realized he was already cumming, and then began to take lots of pride as I began swallowing. 

“Ohhh fuck!” he moaned as his body lurched and he thrust his cock into my mouth as it leaked cum from the edges. “Mmm, mm, mm!” is all I could manage. 

“Oh – oh – oh my fuck,” he exhaled as his orgasm passed. I continued to suck slowly for another minute before pulling off and wiping my mouth. 

“New record?” I asked and smiled.

He laughed but didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. He laid his head back on the couch and closed his eyes as he caught his breath. 

I leaned back down and took his wet and still mostly hard cock back into my mouth. He might have been done, but I wasn’t. He quietly gasped in surprise and moaned as I worked my head up and down again, stroking him with my hand as I sucked. Those classic smacking and sucking sounds filled the room several times along with his groans as my mouth came off the tip of his cock. Soon I felt his hand on my neck again, and he began to clinch ever so tighter. His hips started raising from the couch and thrusting into my face. Small whimpers escaped from his lips as he humped my face. His whimpering grew louder.

“Bro – I’m – I’m – I’m cumming!” he just barely managed to say as his entire waist thrust upward forcing his cock down my throat. Three ropes of his warm cum shot down my throat as his hand held my head in position, unable to move. “Ah – ah – ah – ah!” he gasped loudly as his body shook. This was clearly more intense than the last. He whimpered again, sounding weak and vulnerable. I thought these involuntary sex noises were precious. His grip loosened and I continued to suck, but gently and slowly. 

“Okay, okay,” he gasped and pulled on my shoulder. His cock was too sensitive for anymore. 

I sat up and his head was resting on the back of the couch still and a smile was plastered across his whole face. 

“Holy fuck dude,” he gasped. His cock jumped periodically as he caught his breath.

I sat beside him in disbelief. I had two of Cody’s salty loads in my stomach. Who would’ve ever fucking thought? 

Sitting back up made me realize how throbbing hard my cock was. I gripped it through my pants and involuntarily groaned. “I need to get off,” I said, almost embarrassed suddenly. 

He didn’t respond, just laid back with his eyes closed, looking like he was in total euphoria. His cock still pulsing. 

“I’m going to the bathroom to jerk off,” I admitted. 

He chuckled but didn’t open his eyes or say a word. 

Feeling a little awkward, I walked stiffly to the bathroom in my bedroom and quickly dropped my pants. I could still taste his cum, and I imagined his tight fist of my hair as he shoved his cock further down my throat. I pictured when he first exposed himself to me, seeing that perfectly cut cock reaching towards me, jumping for attention. It didn’t take more than twenty tugs and I was shooting streams of cum across my vanity trying to aim for the sink bowl. “Ahh, ahh!” I gasped a little louder than usual sort of hoping Cody would hear but also from a wave of pleasure. 

When I went back to the living room, Cody was clearly passed out. He had pulled his briefs back up but his pants stayed around his knees and he was sitting upright on the couch. Between the food, his old fashions, and a back to back nut, he was exhausted. His pants were mostly off anyway, so I pulled them past his ankles and off his feet and lifted his feet to the couch, laying his body down. Tossing a blanket over him, I turned off the lights and headed to bed myself. 

Some time later and from a deep sleep, I woke up to my mattress shifting and moving. I quickly sat up and could just barely make out Cody. He was climbing over me to be between the wall and I.

“Cody?” I asked nearly in shock.

“What?” he said sleepily.

“What are you doing?” 

“Trying to sleep.”

I was facing away from him and I felt him lay against me, slipping his left arm under the pillows to come out around my left shoulder and his right arm draped over my right side. He was basically spooning me. 

Neither of us speaking, his arms tightened around my torso, holding and pulling me into his body. I could feel his bare chest against my back so I knew he’d lost his thermal, and I had taken off his pants earlier, so he had to be in briefs I figured. I too slept in my boxer briefs. So here we were, spooning in our underwear. His embrace felt too good and I couldn’t help but quietly moan in bliss. He groaned back quietly into the back of my head and pushed his waist into me. He wanted more, he’s not trying to sleep. I pushed my butt into his waist and heard another quiet moan escape his lips. He shifted around and I suddenly felt a poke. He prodded his hardening cock into my cotton briefs before reaching down to remove his own. I felt his fleshy rod pressing against me and kept grinding against him. His fingers traced my sides and ran across my stomach to find my waistband. He quickly ripped those down to my thighs, only exposing my butt. 

Then I felt it. His cock, pressed right against my hole. The wet tip could only be pre cum leaking from him. I reached back and pulled my butt to spread further apart and the tip of his cock began to breach my hole. We both gasped in unison. His fingers felt around for my fist and he quickly interlocked his fingers with mine, embracing me. The head of his cock penetrated and he began to push deeper into me. It was far too dry though. 

“Wait, wait,” I whispered and pushed his body away softly. 

“Mmm, c’mon,” he groaned thinking I was backing out.

I licked my palm and reached behind me, wrapping my saliva covered fingers all around his shaft and tip. From there, I gripped him, and guided him back to my hole. I pushed my body back into his and the tip of his cock slid right into my tight pink hungry hole. We both gasped again in unison and our interlaced fingers gripped tighter.

“Cody!” I repeatedly gasped in euphoria.

It has been way too long since I had bottomed and I was so grateful to have it happening today. And with Cody of all people! 

“Ohh yeahhh,” he gasped as he began to thrust in and out of me. He too was relieved to have his cock cradled by the warm fleshy insides of another, even if it wasn’t necessarily his first choice. Very slowly he thrust himself in and out of my hole as if he was savoring every second.

“Ohh my god!” I moaned. His arms gripped my torso tighter and pulled me closer to his naked body. 

Soon his thrusts increased in pace and our skin would slap as he withdrew and thrust himself back into my hole. That slap, slap, slap, slap filled the room. I didn’t think he could grip me any tighter before his toned arms pulled me even closer into his body. With a long guttural grunt, Cody rammed himself deep inside of me and turned my body from my side to my stomach with him on top of me thrusting. My butt more opened up in this position, he plunged himself deep inside of me and released his third load of the night into my body. I could feel my insides warm instantly and his muscles squeezed me to the point I could hardly moan.

Since being bred is one of my absolute favorite things, I couldn’t help but encourage him. “Fuck yes Cody, cum inside me! Fill me up!” I gasped. 

I groaned and winced and pushed my butt upward into his body, churning his warm cum within me. He kept thrusting. Pulling his cock all the way out occasionally before barreling back into my insides. The infamous slapping sound became a wet splat, splat, splat as his cum had filled and began to leak from my hole.

Going for a new personal record apparently, he fucked me for a good ten minutes just like that, mostly grunting and occasionally whimpering as he clenched his eyes and held my body still, using me like a life sized toy. “Ahhh – ahhh – ahh!” he’d gasp into my ear.

“Mmm, mm, MMMM!” he grunted loudly as he plunged himself deep inside me again. I felt his cock strain and pulse as more of his lustful juice filled my hole. A fourth load. We panted and gasped in unison as his orgasm came and went in waves of delight.

His small framed body laid on top of my larger framed one, his cock still buried within me. We panted together and caught our breath. Cody’s eyes remained closed, half way still asleep and the other half imagining a busty brunette he had just basically impregnated.

“Fuck Cody,” I winced from under him, “you’ve got four loads in me now.” I couldn’t believe I was able to say something like that.

He laughed quietly and pumped his hips very slowly into my butt a few more times, pushing subtle moans from my lips. “Your hole feels fucking amazing man,” he smiled.

A huge grin grew across my face.

“It’s all yours,” I whispered as I closed my eyes, still smiling.

I don’t know about Cody but I fell asleep just like that, with his softening cock still inside me. I woke up with him still in my bed and the previous night raced through my mind. I hoped that he wouldn’t feel weird about it. I hoped it wasn’t all just the booze. I hoped we could do it again honestly.

Trying not to wake him, I rolled out of bed to make some coffee. Wanting to be a little modest, I put on my long navy blue bathrobe and crept out of my bedroom. As the coffee finished brewing I poured a cup and stood in front of the kitchen window, still thinking about what had happened. I still had so much of Cody’s cum inside of me.

“Merry Christmas man,” a groggy voice said from behind me, surprising me.

“Oh!” I spin around. There’s Cody, still totally naked from bed, walking through the kitchen yawning and stretching. I’d never seen his full body in the light and my god was it something. He looked like he was a little 5’8 statue of a Greek god. Only this statue didn’t have a small flaccid penis like so many of them do. Cody had morning wood, and it swung from side to side as he walked.

“Coffee?” he asked as he reached for a cup in the cabinet. His butt flexed as he reached and went onto his tip toes. If my mouth could drop any further it would have then. I am far more partial to bottoming but his tiny, tight, muscular little butt could make me a total top, I thought.

“Merry Christmas,” I managed to say unsure of where to look.

He poured himself coffee and leaned against the countertop facing me. He took several big gulps as we looked at each other again as if we were talking with our eyes. We were both thinking about last night and curious of what was going to happen. He caught me looking down at his stiff cock and chuckled.

“Why the robe?” he asked, like we always drank coffee naked in the morning together and this morning I chose to cover myself.

“Um,” I thought, “it was cold.”

“Are you still cold?” he asked before taking another gulp.

“No,” I said shyly.

He looked at me up and down. “Take it off then.”

I sat my coffee down as we stared into each others eyes. I undid my robe and let it fall to the floor. Now I too stood naked in the kitchen with a hard on facing him. His eyes traced over my body. He sat his coffee down and walked to stand in front of me. His boyish face looking up at me was adorable, I thought. He took my hands in his and stretched his neck out and gave me a kiss on the lips. In surprise, my eyes widened and head cocked. Our eyes continued to talk and he leaned in again. This time I didn’t move my head, I kissed him back. After pecking each other, we kept our lips connected, then parted them and let our tongues meet. His morning and coffee breath was only bearable.

“Mm,” I winced as he pulled my body into his, his hard cock poking at my waist.

“Turn around,” he whispered before spinning me around himself.

My body thrust up against he countertop, I felt him spread my cheeks apart and a loud spit. My hole was instantly wet and I felt it probed by his fleshy rod.

“Yes!” I wince and reach back to pull his body into mine.

He easily penetrated me and drove himself as deep as he could get. We held each other as our bodies swayed in unison. His grunts grew over the minute as I held my own cock to stroke myself, and soon he gripped my waist tightly, squeezing me with all of his muscles and standing on his tip toes, and pushed his throbbing cock deep into me.

“I’m cumming!” he nearly shouted in euphoria.

“Ahhh! Me too!”

Our bodies lurched together and I shot ropes of cum across the countertop in the same rhythm as he thrust into me, depositing his fifth and final load deep inside of me. We panted and held each other as we collected ourselves.

Cody left soon after that and he didn’t seem awkward about it thankfully. I hope desperately that he didn’t get his fill. Five nuts in a night with a single person is a lot, but I want more. So much more. 

I took the Delta Highway exit that was so familiar to me by now. I had been working at the same advertising agency for 23 years in Eugene. I had always lived in Cheshire myself and that exact same 21 minute drive 5 days a week for 23 years does start to wear on you.

I turned right onto Valley River Drive and passed the Burrito Boy and Starbucks. To be fair, for most of this time I’d loved the job and the co-workers. I had come up with and worked on some amazing campaigns that got national recognition. I was now 48 years old and the person who had worked there the longest. A promotion didn’t seem to be on the table and I couldn’t blame my boss Ernesto in any way. I wasn’t as inspired as I had been when I started this job in 1997. The advertising landscape had changed so much and I realized I couldn’t always keep up.

I waited at the red light before I crossed and entered the office park. I had seen all of these young, fresh employees get hired over the years, who knew how to play into the social media world in a way that really helped the agency shift its direction and become more relevant. Instead of a pay-off line, a hashtag was needed. I was still needing time to adjust. My ideas were rarely chosen.

I passed the other office buildings before taking a left. I now drove right in front of our office, which looked exactly the same as a few others in this park. Thoughts about switching careers had entered my mind, but I had never actually looked at other jobs. Because I was comfortable at Gimmick Advertising. Maybe I wasn’t getting that promotion because my passion as well as my eagerness to climb up the ladder had been slightly extinguished.

I found a parking spot. I sighed and psyched myself up to start another workweek. I took my briefcase from the seat next to me and got out of the car. I turned and right before I slammed the car door shut, I saw someone on a bicycle. He had black hair and facial hair with Latin features. The man was wearing a nice green shirt and grey slacks. His sleeves were pushed back to reveal forearm tattoos. He rode his bike right towards the office building. In one swift move he jumped off and parked it. He bent forward to lock his bike, revealing a large, juicy ass in his tight trousers.

I stood still and just admired him. Every part about him. What a man. I had never seen him around before. We shared the office building with several other companies, so it was likely he was newly hired for, or worse, a visitor for another company.

Realizing I was frozen in place, just from seeing a sexy man, I needed to start moving. I shut the car door and walked to the office building’s entrance, getting closer to his body as it was bent over his bike. I could see the material of his slacks was working hard to stay together, stretched across his round glutes. He slung his messenger bag that he had placed on the ground back over his shoulder and walked into the building. I quickly followed. He held the door open for me.

“Thanks”, I said.

“No problem”, he replied, giving me a short smile.

My office is on the first floor, and I fully expected the man to continue towards the elevator, but he didn’t. Instead, he stood in the lobby and looked at the signage. It must have been his first time here. That was my in. I took one last glance at his ass and spoke up.

“Hey, where do you need to be?”, I asked.

He turned back at me and smiled.

“Gimmick. Gimmick Advertising.”

I could feel my eyes widen.

“Really? I work there!”

I shook his hand.

“Jim.”

I said my name to introduce myself.

“Mauricio”, he said.

His name was so gorgeous, I knew I was going to repeat it inside of my head over and over for the rest of the day.

“Follow me”, I said as I showed him where to be, “do you have a meeting with someone?”

“No, it’s my first day actually!”

“Really?”, I said once again, “I didn’t know I was getting a new co-worker! That’s amazing! Welcome!”

I walked in and Ed the receptionist looked up.

“Good morning”, he said to the both of us and then immediately addressed the man next to me.

“You must be Mauricio.”

I stood next to Mauricio as Ed introduced himself and welcomed our new co-worker. I told Mauricio I would certainly see him again shortly.

“Thanks for the help!”, he said as I walked to my desk.

I put down my briefcase, got myself a coffee and sat down in my chair. I immediately felt much more cheerful than I had when I got into my car this morning. I couldn’t suppress a smile as I started my computer.

It wasn’t much later that morning when Mauricio was introduced as a new co-worker to the entire office. He was going to be working on this big assignment we had been offered, which was going to be a yearlong campaign. Because Ada would be on pregnancy leave for a portion of that time, Ernesto had hired Mauricio to help out.

“I am Mauricio Ruiz”, he said softly, looking a bit nervous to address the entire office at once. “I’m looking forward to work on the project and getting to know you all.”

Already the combination of the bike, the visible forearm tattoos and the nervousness made him interesting to me. Not what I had expected.

That entire day I spotted Mauricio walking around the office and stole quick looks at his butt. I could see into the coffee pantry from my desk and you could pretty much say that whenever Mauricio was not sitting at his desk but in my line of vision, I was not doing any work at all. I tried to be subtle even when I practically dislocated my neck to see inside the entire pantry while Mauricio was in there.

As the day progressed and I saw Mauricio more and more, the realization crept in that he must have been in his mid-30s, and therefore 10 to 15 years younger than me. I sure hoped I wasn’t being creepy sexualizing and maybe slightly obsessing over this new co-worker of mine. With the hair at my temples now grey, it was unlikely Mauricio would be into me remotely as much as I’m into him. Though I did keep in shape, my body lean and muscular, unlike his shorter, bulky frame. I’d had younger guys showing an interest in me before. In Mauricio’s case I didn’t even know if he was into men. Regardless, just watching him walk around would be OK, I decided.

This would continue throughout the rest of the week. His beautiful body, specifically his round bubble butt, was showcased in a variety of tight outfits. I started to wonder if he got his slacks custom made, the way they always managed to contain his large ass so well.

I didn’t work together with Mauricio one on one so far. He had his assigned project, a project I wasn’t involved in. Team meetings obviously consisted of the entire team, so it was nice to sit in a conference room with him on a weekly basis. But that was pretty much it.

On Friday, I saw Mauricio walking towards the coffee pantry. Our office had casual Fridays and I had found he looked just as good in jeans. I hadn’t had much interaction with him since Monday. I looked at my own cup. It was empty. I mustered up my courage, took my coffee cup and stood up. I walked into the pantry.

“Hey”, I said before I even entered.

Mauricio just closed the fridge. I checked out his ass again. He turned around.

“Hey”, he said, smiling.

It was possible he just caught me looking.

“So how’s your first week?”

“Good! Everyone’s been so nice.”

“Yeah, it’s a fun group”, I agreed.

“And I’m getting responsibilities right off the bat, which is nice as well.”

“Good, great…”

Mauricio stood there waiting for his coffee to finish. I stood across from him, still holding my coffee cup. I realized I felt nervous being in this small space with him. At 48, I never was nervous around guys anymore. I felt silly. Yet I wanted to keep conversation going.

“So… coffee right?”, I said.

“Yep, can’t work without it”, Mauricio said, still smiling.

“Yeah… very important… Brown nectar of the Gods…”

“What?”

Mauricio looked at me, chuckling.

“I-I don’t know, I heard that somewhere.”

I think I made it more awkward than if I’d stayed silent.

And then I dropped my coffee cup.

“Oh, shit!”

It shattered in tens of pieces on the floor.

“Oh no!”

I realized I must have looked like a fool.

“Don’t worry about it”, Mauricio said.

He opened an empty container that was on the counter and crouched down to take the pieces off the floor.

“I’m so clumsy”, I chuckled as I also crouched down.

I took the pieces and put them in the container, realizing I was now closer to Mauricio than before. Maybe this was a good move. We both reached for the same piece, causing our hands to touch. I looked at him.

“Oh, sorry”, Mauricio said, leaving the piece alone and not looking back at me.

In no time the floor was clean again.

“Thanks”, I said.

“No problem”, he said, with the exact same smile he gave me when he opened the door for me on Monday.

Mauricio’s coffee was done by now. He emptied the container in the trash, put it back where he found it and took his cup from the machine.

“Have a good rest of your day”, he said as he walked away.

I watched his asscheeks bounce up and down as he walked. I got a boner. Suddenly I could feel my breathing starting to slow down again as I took a new cup from the cabinet and started the coffee machine again.

In the week that followed I tried to discover Mauricio’s sexual orientation, but without asking him directly. Questions like “what did you do last weekend?” or “Any plans tonight?” would end up with him mentioning friends. That probably meant he was single, and when I asked about where he lived, he shared that he lives by himself. But no luck finding out what he was into. Also I would walk into the pantry while he was there about every other day at this point, and I was wondering if it was becoming too obvious.

In the team meeting I found out that Mauricio would be presenting the first pitch at a meeting with the big client that gave us this big project to work on. That was quite the responsibility and quite a big deal that it went to the new guy. The people who were also on that project must have such faith in him. Or it was likely that they thought his natural charm would win them over. I kinda wished I could be part of that meeting and watch him present.

The following Tuesday was the big day. I saw Mauricio go into the pantry that morning. I downed the coffee I had left and quickly got up to get a fresh one.

“Hey”, I said.

Mauricio seemed lost in thought for a second as he watched the coffee machine do its thing.

“Oh, hey”, he said once he looked at me.

“Nervous for this afternoon?”

He chuckled.

“Yeah, I always am. Get my first word out and I’m fine. But I can be quite anxious in the hours before, thinking about every possible scenario.”

I smiled.

“Relatable.”

“I mean, I know I’m well prepared, I know we have a good pitch. But my mind is like, ‘Aaahhh what if this or that goes wrong’, you know?”

I laughed.

“Absolutely! Just remember to listen to that rational part of you, the part that knows you got this.”

He smiled back at me and slapped my back.

“Thanks, man. I used to be much worse with this, even passing out before a pitch”, he laughed.

“Oh wow!”

“Yeah! That was a lot. But I’ve gotten better with it over time.”

“Experience helps, doesn’t it? You know you’re going to absolutely nail this.”

He took his coffee and smiled again.

“Thanks again!”, he said as he walked out of the pantry and I watched his ass walk away.

I didn’t see Mauricio for a few hours. I was working on my own stuff and he was probably going over every last thing, because I knew that’s what I would do. Having both the big client to impress and a new employer, is quite some pressure.

At one point I had to go to the bathroom. In my mind I was already thinking about what to cook once I got home when I heard a flush in the stall next to me. It had been so quiet up to that point that I had assumed I had been by myself.

I heard the door unlock and footsteps to the sink. I ignored it as I continued to pee. I heard someone breathing. Almost hyperventilating. I shook my cock to get the final drops out and flushed. I zipped my slacks back up and unlocked the door.

I found Mauricio leaning on the sink. He was breathing heavily.

“Hey, are you OK?”

He shook his head.

“Nervous. Hard to breathe. Light-headed”, he said in between the gasps.

“OK, why don’t we get you to sit down somewhere”, I suggested.

Mauricio let go of the sink and tried to walk out but his legs were wobbly. He barely finished the first step and his entire body collapsed.

I managed to catch Mauricio’s built body in my arms, but the weight and the momentum were enough to drop me on my ass. I heard a large ripping sound.

I found myself sitting on the men’s bathroom’s tiled floor. Mauricio had passed out. His body was completely limp. The back of his head lay against my stomach, my cock was starting to twitch between his shoulder blades. My hands were still under his arms. Catching him at least gave him a softer landing. I saw his legs spread wide on the cold floor. His eyes were closed and I saw his chest rising and falling with each breath, gradually slower than before he fainted.

As much as I wouldn’t have minded to stay like this with Mauricio for a little longer, I knew I had to wake him up. The presentation was in half an hour.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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