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I’d stopped at the service station as I needed to pee, parked in the corner with no other cars around. Headed towards the building and had a pee, had a quick glance at a guy shaking his cock dry (we all do, don’t we?) and having finished peeing I headed back to my car. Heading towards me was this guy, late forties / early fifties, peppered grey hair, slim , trim beard, handsome guy. I eyed him up and down as we got closer to each other and couldn’t help but notice his bulge in his jeans.  I probably looked a little too long cause.

 I looked up he obviously noticed that I’d been looking at his groin. We passed each other and I felt a stir in my groin. I took a few further steps and couldn’t resist having a look back at his butt, as I turned to look he did as well. My cock just got a little bit harder. I got back to my car and noticed another car parked a space away from mine that hadn’t been there previously. I sat in my car with the door open having a cigarette, when I noticed the guy walking back across the car park and unbelievably heading towards the car parked next to mine.

 I kept glancing at him especially at his bulge. He stepped up to his car and opened his door, he glanced across at me sat in my car and nodded a polite hello. He climbed into his seat and I thought that was that ( he’d close the car door and drive off) but to my surprise he left the car door open and he also sparked up a cigarette. I watched as he smoked and had a lovely profile of his bulge as he sat in his car.

 I started to feel my cock harden in my pants and as it got harder it got trapped in my underwear. I tied to discreetly move it and at that moment the guy looked across at me pushing down on my pants, he smiled at me and placed his hand on his bulge and rubbed it gently. Was he flirting?  There was a copse if trees beside the car park so I thought fuck it, I’ll take a walk up there( hoping he would follow).  

I got out of my car and as I did so allowing  my ever growing bulge to be very visible. I headed up the path and into the woods. I slowed my pace as I didn’t want to go too far in case my cues weren’t reciprocated. I heard a shuffle of footsteps behind me and I turned my head and saw him behind me. I felt my cock harden in anticipation of what might happen. There was a a small path that seemed to lead into a thicket so I headed down there and stood in an enclosure of trees and bushes with no way out. He followed me in. 

There was no other way out apart from the way I’d come in. I pretended to make my way towards the path when he said hi, you going already. He had his hands in his pockets and I could clearly see he was clutching his cock. He took one hand out of his pocket and started rubbing his bulge. I saw you looking at me earlier he said and my eyes went straight to his penis shaped bulge. He stepped towards me and opened his top button of his jeans.

 Without saying a word I put my hands forward and rubbed his bulge, my hand went to the zip and I unleashed his cock from his pants. I wanked him a few times before dropping to my knees and taking his 8 inches into my mouth. He face fucked me for a few minutes as I swallowed his cock – suddenly he started arching, I’m coming he said which made me suck harder on his cock. I felt his hot spunk explode in my mouth. He pumped a few more times before withdrawing, pulled up his pants and left me with a face full of cum. I had a quick wank before heading back to my car to have another cigarette 

My name is Donald, and I like farts! As a child, even before going to school, my mom kept telling me that it was not polite to fart in front of someone else. I remember that I wasn’t even allowed to use the word “fart”, so that probably made it feel more taboo. Farting in public was obviously strictly forbidden.

It is much later, as an adult, that I heard about eproctophilia, the fetish whereby people are sexually aroused by other humans’ flatulence. I did not know it then, but I was an eproctophile or fart maniac way back in grade school. Around 9 or 10, I had an unsaid admiration for other boys who were “public” farters; they always seemed so uninhibited, so confident and also a little subversive.

In general, farting is regarded as embarrassing. Even though some people find public farts to be funny, many simply call it gross. In my case, a man’s fart can be sexually arousing.

When I got older and more in-tune with my sexuality, I would make experiences in the locker room. One day when I was feeling a little jaded and wanting to shock, I let rip rather loudly in front of another man in the university gym changing room. The reaction was a smile. The next time I farted, he said “Meet me in the shower!” We were alone and he begged me to blow a stinky one in his face. I obliged and asked him to reciprocate, but he preferred to be only on the receiving line.

While some guys are sexually aroused by farting on someone, I enjoy being farted on. It didn’t take me long to find online forums, and exchange with friends who have a fart fetish like mine. My first live, hot and smelly experience was with James, a tourist I met in a gay bar. We were having a glass of beer and sharing some fantasies. When farting came up, I was so aroused. James noticed it and deducted that I was a true fart maniac.

I followed him to his hotel. Once in the room, he introduced me to the “fart ritual”. First, a shower to be very clean ALL over. Second, stand naked, face to face, then turn around for an ass-to-ass rub. Third, on you knees to caress the butt cheeks, to kiss the rump roast. You are obviously hard, so you slide your dick up and down in the crack, and tap the pooper like you were knocking on the door. Ears and nose greet the answer!

James and I spent hours together, farting on each other’s hands, balls, cock, and best of all, in each other’s face. The virile intoxication kept us hard and eager to go further. We sucked each other in the 69 position, ready to bury our face in the crack when a flatulence was ready to explode. We may have felt like demons, but the manly smell made it look like Heaven on Earth.

Just as I was about the leave my fart-mate, James asked if I knew about Joseph Pujol alias Le Pétomane. I had no idea who he was talking about. Le Pétomane’s story is worth a short trip down Memory Lane. Joseph Pujol (1857-1945) was a French professional farter and entertainer. He appeared at the Moulin Rouge in 1887 under the name Pétomane (pet is French for fart, and the suffix -mania means folly in Greek).

Some of the highlights of Pujol’s stage act involved sound effects of cannon fire and thunderstorms, as well as playing O Sole Mio and La Marseillaise on an ocarina through a rubber tube in his anus. His audience included Edward Prince of Wales, King Leopold II from Belgium and Sigmund Freud.  

Joseph Pujol refined his act to make it more popular. One of his favorite numbers became a rhyme about a farm which he himself composed, and which he punctuated with anal renditions of the animals’ sounds.

Back in my hometown, I met a few guys who enjoyed farting on my face or having a gay man spread his flatulence on their body. I soon found out that wrestling could generate hot stinking virile smells. I would beg wrestlers to let me bury my face in their singlet, and relish their man gas. For some gay guys like me, the stench can be the most glorious thing ever smelt. It gets me hard and wrestlers don’t hesitate to jump on the occasion, ready to suck and fuck me. 

The tone of a fart plays a big role. High pitch or like a music melody, it can trigger a different reaction. Every fart also has a different fragrance. Some smell like damp autumn leaves, others like apple pie with a cinnamon flavor. When a guy rips a bubbly series of fart on my face, I can’t sniff enough. I get engulfed by a feeling of total euphoria. I should add also that kissing on the smelly pooper and on the succulent lips back and forth can be so fuckin hot!

Finally, I discovered that a hairy ass was a real bonus. The manly odor seems to get caught in the curly or spiky duvet. Sniffing a hairy crack after a fart not only extends the sexual intoxication, it accentuates the virile pleasure.

One thing I would like to mention, in closing, is that fart fetish does not mean feces fetish. I have never found an eproctophile being fond of coprophilia, the fact of being aroused by feces. We find shit gross. But man gas smells divine!

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This is a completed three-part work that will finish posting by the second week of January 2021.

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The Award Goes To

“What did you say? Keys?” Dillon Drake turned a half-glassy stare at the man sitting behind him at the awards ceremony, Art Marshall, the movie producer. Something that just happened on stage had produced enough applause and cat calls to drown out what Marshall, who was sitting there, dangling a set of keys on a Chrysler key ring in front of Dillon’s face, was trying to say to him. Or Dillon was blaming the failure to hear the man on the noise in the hall rather than on the buzzing in his ears caused by him being buzzed.

“Keys,” Marshall repeated. “I wanted you to be happy either way, no matter how this turned out. I know you like the Crossfire sports convertible Chrysler made for a few years. I found you one.”

“How is it with impacts on steel light poles?” Dillon asked.

“Excuse me?” Marshall clearly was perplexed.

“Never mind, I’m sure it’s going to be a very meaningful part of my life and memory.”

“Dillon, enough, I think.” A hand came over from Dillon’s other side and fell on Dillon’s forearm. Dillon’s friend—some would say keeper—Scott Black, who, in fact, was black and very good looking, as young as Dillon’s mid-twenties, gave Dillon a little frown.

“All of you here?” Dillon whined, his diction slurred. “Everyone here to suck my blood some more? Or, would you rather, for this little bauble you’re giving me, that I sucked your—” His face had turned back to Marshall.

“I think you may have had enough for tonight,” Marshall said, turning a meaningful look at Black, who moved Dillon’s drink out of his reach. The others at the table, Dillon’s agent, Walt Whalen; the aging acting couple, Delores Mendez and her English husband, Malcolm Strange; and the money man, Craig Townsend, were looking everywhere but at Dillon, with practiced, cold smiles on their faces. When they saw someone they knew in the audience, they warmed the smile and gave a little wave. One chair at the table was empty, at Dillon’s insistence, although it was marked with a large place card with the name of Fletcher Falwell on it, the guiding light and leading man of the movie, Fire Down the Valley. Fire was the movie Dillon had been nominated for, thus justifying having received his own table at the ceremony to fill with those closest to him.

Dillon was about to disagree on whether he’d had enough to drink and stand up and throw himself on the table to reach his glass of booze when the music stopped and the MC appeared at the microphone on stage again.

“Now it’s time for the awarding of the Golden Globe for best supporting actor in a feature film.” Dillon perked up a bit when the MC rolled through his name while reading off the list of nominees.

“And the winner is, for Fire Down the Valley, Dillon Drake.”

The spotlight picked Dillon out at his table, he gave a sloppy grin, and Black and Marshall helped him rise. Black helped him all the way to the stairs up to the stage and then up onto the stage as well. The young movie star staggered through the last twenty feet of level stage on his own, made three grabs at the statuette before snagging it, and then swung around to take the microphone.

“Bet cha’all didn’t know I could act too,” he snorted into the mike. This was met with a smattering of nervous laughter.

“Well, I think this is great, just great. Thank you. Even if the studio couldn’t believe it could happen. But I want to thank the studio and all of those who screwed—excuse me—supported me on the way up. As always, my agent, all hands Walt Whalen, and then that happy couple who shared me—I mean shared their secrets of acting with me, Delores Mendez and Malcolm Strange. And let’s not forget the money men, Craig Townsend and Art Marshall, who bought my ass—I mean believed in me enough to make this movie and others—like Paradise Ranch” . . . he paused here for the applause, as stars from the movie, Delores Mendez and Malcolm Strange, half rose from their chairs to acknowledge the attention . . . “vehicles for me to show that I was more than just a tight ass—although, for them, that’s what I mostly was.”

“And let’s not forget our dear departed Fletcher Falwell,” he said, pointing the empty chair at his table, with the spotlight dutifully beaming there, “who truly was responsible for Fire Down the Valley and who cast me in it after a nice long tryout on the casting couch.” This was met with a few gasps from the audience—not because actors routinely did it for parts but because he referred to it publicly—and the “go away” music started in the background. “This is for you, Fletcher,” Dillon said, raising his statuette high. “Here’s hoping that the fancy tomb built at Forest Lawn with the money we made from Fire has a double slab.”

The music rose in volume, almost, but not quite, drowning out whatever Dillon Drake had to say next. “And, last but not least, to that black bull, Scott Black, who has reduced me to—I mean made me—what I am today.” At a signal from Art Marshall, Black was on stage, “aiding” Dillon to return to his seat.

Dillon broke away to grab the microphone one more time. “A piece of advice for all of you out there who want to grab one of these gold babies—be prepared to kiss a lot of frogs on the way up. By the way, with this I think I’ve earned the right to have my own name free and clear. My name is Cory, not Dillon. Cory Drake. Remember that and look for it on the theater marquee from now on.”

“If your name ever gets to a theater marquee again,” Art Marshall muttered from where he was sitting and clapping as weakly as everyone else in the room was.

The Casting Couch

“Stand up now. No, don’t move away.” Walt Whalen placed a hand on Cory’s buttocks to signal he wanted the young man to remain there, standing in front of the seated movie agent. He undid Cory’s belt buckle and unzipped him with the other hand, and the young man’s trousers puddled on the floor around his ankles. His briefs went down to his knees. Whalen’s mouth covered Cory’s cock and he began to suck.

Cory had just come off his knees between Whalen’s thighs as the movie agent sat in his desk chair but was turned away from the desk. Whalen had gotten his blow job first. Whalen always took his percentage off the top.

Both of Whalen’s hands went to Cory’s buttocks, holding him there, close in, while he deep-throated the cock. His index fingers moved to and inside Cory’s asshole, pulling the sides of the channel entrance apart. A tip of his index finger found the young man’s prostate and rubbed. Cory groaned, leaned over Whalen’s seated body and placed his hands on the older man’s shoulders to steady himself. Whalen went no further with the ass play before Cory came.

Whalen was pleased. This meant that the young man had not been used enough to have learned to hold himself in check for long. Whalen liked them fresh—both to represent them and to use them.

Upon being released, Whalen sitting back in his chair and looking up at Cory expectantly, the younger man pulled up his trousers and backed toward the chair he’d been sitting in for the interview.

“You may put your shirt back on too,” Whalen said. “You’re in fine shape. You’ll photograph very well without much more work on the definition. Still, we’ll sign you up with a physical trainer.”

Cory had taken the shirt off and posed for the movie agent before Whalen had directed him to go down on his knees and blow him. Cory needed an agent; he was running out of seed money for his L.A. try. This was the first time he’d sucked off a guy—or been sucked off, for that matter—and the saltiness of the man’s cum had surprised him. It also had surprised him so much that he hadn’t gagged or been so disgusted with the idea of giving and receiving a blow job that he’d backed out of the office and escaped. He hadn’t been disgusted at all.

He hadn’t been surprised he’d have to do it. His new roommate, who had helped get him the interview, had said he’d have to suck and fuck Whalen even to be considered for representation.

“He’ll want to own the first slice of you,” Scott had said. “There will be other slices taken out of you before you get a decent movie role.”

He’d been aware that this—and more—was what his drama coach had wanted back in Fort Wayne and he worried a bit now that maybe he could have done Whalen better if he’d had some prior experience at it, but the man seemed happy enough with what they’d done.

They sat there, facing each other, for a long series of seconds, and Cory finally spoke, without knowing really what to say. “Am I . . . did you . . . ?”

“We’ll have to change your name, of course. The Drake will do, but we can’t have the Cory. I already have a Cory on the list—Cory Corbin. He’s doing well and you’re much of the same type. He’d forever overshadow you—or worse, you could come to overshadow him and then I’d have one rabid client on my hands. Dirk? No, you’re too soft for that. Yes, I know, you’re athletic, but in a swimmer’s way, not in lumberjack way. How about Dillon? That sounds about right.”

A swimmer’s body. Muscular yet sleek and thin in the waist. Was that what Whalen meant by saying he looked like Cory Corbin? Yes, Cory knew about the other Cory, the movie actor Cory. Not quite well known enough to be called a movie star, but getting there. Playing older teen roles now, but he’d probably hit his stride as a young man. Of course he—Dillon now—like the already-movie actor Cory, already was beyond his teens. He just looked younger. And, yes, they both had curly auburn hair with fake, surfer blond highlights and hazel eyes. And a similar smile. Cory hadn’t thought about that before, but, yes, that was so. In some ways, Whalen was right—Cory had already arrived in Hollywood.

“Dillon is OK with me. So, that means . . .”

“Dillon it is from now on. Go to Legal from here—the receptionist will direct you. They’ll get the name legally changed for you.”

“But does this mean—?”

“Yes, yes. I’ll put you on the list and see if anyone bites. You do know, don’t you, that you’ll have to kiss a lot of frogs from this point.”

Like that hasn’t already started with you, the young man now named Dillon thought. But that, of course, wasn’t what he said. “Yes, I understand. Thank you, Mr. Whalen.”

“You were sweet but not good, by the way. Was that your first time?”

“Yes,” Dillon said, hesitating.

“So, you haven’t fucked yet? A woman? A man?”

“Well, a few women.”

“But not a man? This is a gay town, Dillon. You’re going to have to be prepared to—”

“I understand. Thanks, Mr. Whalen. I won’t disappoint.”

Didn’t he understand Cory’s—Dillon’s—willingness, Dillon wondered, a bit piqued. Hadn’t he just sucked the man off and let the man suck him?

“You got a job now?”

“Sort of. I valet cars at the Black Panther Club. It’s not enough.”

“In this town, whatever you bring in isn’t going to be enough, Dillon. You’re going to have to be able to shuffle your work there around opportunities until the opportunities pay the bills.”

“I understand.”

“What are you doing tomorrow night? And, yes, this is a test, Dillon.”

“Nothing, if you want me to be doing something else,” Dillon answered.

“Good answer. You’re a fast learner. And having a soft mouth makes up quite a bit for what you haven’t learned so far. You’ll need to continue being a fast learner, though.”

“I understand.”

“I’m having a gathering of men who matter at my house tomorrow evening—a pool party. I want you to be there and to give them a good time. The girl at the reception desk will give you an address and directions. Seven o’clock for you—early as there’s some preparation. You’ll start getting exposure. You’ll have to be nice, very nice to them. Give them what they want and maybe you’ll get what you want—priority placement on my list.”

“I understand. Thank you, Mr. Whalen.”

Whalen waved him away with a last instruction. “Wear something showy—a Speedo; nothing baggy.” In the waiting area, after checking with the woman at reception, Dillon picked up the friend who’d come with him, Scott Black, another actor wannabe who he shared a small room and two twin mattresses on the floor with. Scott was waitering until his big break and had come out to L.A. a couple of months before Dillon had. He was a few weeks ahead of Dillon on the treadmill, therefore. He had just signed with Walt Whalen and had been the intermediary who got Dillon the interview.

“So, Cory, how’d it—?”

“My name’s Dillon now. Dillon Drake.”

“Ah, so it went well then.”

“Yeah. I’ve got to go touch base with Legal now. You want to come with me or are you done? Thanks for the referral. I don’t know how to thank you enough.”

“We’ll think of something,” Scott said, and it wasn’t the first time he gave Dillon a meaningful look.

At least he’s not a frog, Dillon thought, acknowledging that the guy had earned access, if that’s what he wanted. He, in fact, was a beautiful milk chocolate man, with Jamaican good looks and dreadlocks—and muscular and cut. Dillon was aware that the two could make a good porn movie with each other. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that, but he didn’t come out to Hollywood with the intention to fail and have to go home in defeat.

“I’ll walk you to Legal.” Then, when they were in the corridor, Scott leaned over and said, “You weren’t in there long enough for him to fuck you. Did—?”

“A blow job, me on him and then he on me.”

“Close enough. I’m told he is impressed if he does more than shake hands—and that he won’t bother with any guy who won’t knuckle under for it.”

“So, you?”

“He fucked me. But then I vamped him. He’s having a party tomorrow night.”

“Yeah, he told me to be there.”

“A good sign. He’s already pushing you up the list. I’ll be there too.”

“Great. We’re on our way.”

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“Hello, sweetness.”

Huh? Must be the wrong number. Andy’s stomach fluttered for a second. Sweetness? Andy? No way. But the voice was sexy, throaty.

“This must be the wrong number,” Andy said, his high voice sounding even higher.

“No, it isn’t, sweetness,” came the throaty voice through the phone, a male voice. “I recognize your voice, your very sexy voice.”

Andy sat on the edge of the bed, shaking, holding his cell phone tight against his ear. He was wearing boxers, nothing else, his skinny body pale and naked.

Andy felt dizzy. How can someone call him sweetness? A man? He knew he was far from being so. He had kept to himself most of the time because he considered himself very plain, very un-sexy. Skinny, with pimples in his face, curly hair that he cut short, thick eyeglasses. How could he be sweetness?

“Ah…,” he mumbled, his stomach feeling empty, his head dizzy. “Surely, it’s the wrong number.”

“It’s Andy, isn’t it?” the voice taunted. “Andy, the sexy one?”

Even his name, Andy, sounded homely and un-sexy to him. He preferred Andrew, but everyone insisted on calling him Andy.

“Who is this?” Andy’s voice went even higher, and he hated himself. It sounded so feminine, so scared. And he was sacred. The guy knew his name, his cell phone number. The guy called him sweetness. The guy knew that he was gay although he had never had a real gay experience before. Twenty years old and he had never been laid. Pathetic.

“Oh, sweetness, you shouldn’t ask. Don’t you know? Can’t you tell who has the hots for you, my pretty?”

Oh, man. Andy was totally beside himself. He didn’t recognize the voice. Such a sexy voice would have been instantly recognizable. Andy wracked his brain. Who could this be? The guy apparently knew him. But he had no clue who it could be.

“Please, whoever you are,” Andy squealed. “Stop calling me that. I have no idea who you are, and if this goes on any longer I am going to hang up.”

“I would call again, sweetness. And again. Till forever. I can’t call you anything but sweetness. Coz you are,” the voice was getting throatier. Andy’s heart beat fast but he couldn’t bring himself to hang up. Desperately, he wanted it to go on. “Do you have any idea how attracted I am to you?”

“Listen. Please. Just tell me who you are,” Andy pleaded weakly.

“The clinic. The eye doctor. Last week.”

Andy thought back hard. He had been to his eye doctor and he had had to wait for almost half an hour in the waiting room. He went through the people waiting with him. Fuck. There was this guy. Yes.  Andy remembered the hunk. He thought the guy was the most handsome young man he had ever laid eyes on. He remembered the way he gazed at the guy when he emerged from the doctor’s office, when he walked over to the secretary and settled his bill, when he turned and looked at the beautiful hunk, straight into his eyes. Andy remembered how he couldn’t break the gaze, how the guy’s eyes had bored through him. He remembered the smile. Andy wasn’t sure but he thought he glimpsed a quick wink as the guy sauntered out of the waiting room. Andy remembered how he needed a few minutes for his heart beats to come down to normal, how his shakes slowly settled, how his knees went weak on him. The guy was a hunk.

“But…,” Andy stammered, now fully aware of the beautiful man who was calling him sweetness. “How did you… how did you know my name… get my number… how…”

“I can be sweet, too, my sweetness. The secretary had no problem supplying me with the details when I returned later, after I realized how I needed you, how strongly you attracted me. How pretty you are. How I could hold you in my arms forever. Kiss your lips. Get you naked.”

The voice was getting throatier by the second, the breathing heavier.

Andy was shaking all over. So the bitch secretary gave out his name and phone number. But the guy was making love to him over the phone. How could he have known that Andy was gay?

“But…” Andy again found it hard to speak.

“How did I know that you can be my sweetness? Huh? Andy, my pretty, the moment I looked into your beautiful eyes, I knew. The second I saw your face and the way you were looking at me, I knew that I must have you. Must hold you. Must make sweet love to you. Andy, my pretty, do you know what I am doing right now?”

“Talking to me on the phone?” Andy whispered lamely, his dick hardening.

“Ha ha ha. You’re not only sexy, my pretty. You are also funny. Oh, how I would love to touch those hot lips of yours. Andy, my baby, I am so horny for you. Can’t you get any feeling of this? Can’t you see that you want me, too? Andy, baby, is your dick hard? As hard as mine? Is it? Don’t you want to grab my hard cock, my sweetness?”

Andy didn’t know what to say. Yes. He would surely go for the guy, the hot tall, handsome guy who winked at him in the doctor’s clinic. But what could he say? Come over and fuck me?

“Sweetness? You there?” the husky voice flowed through the earpiece.

“Umhm,” Andy muttered, gulping, starting to touch himself, feeling the urge for sex throbbing from his erected cock through the fabric of his shorts.

“You know you want me, baby,” the guy coaxed. “Even more than I want you, if that can be possible. I can be there for you, my sweetness. Answer all your needs. Make you happy. Be your man.”

“What’s your name?” was all that came to Andy’s mind. His whole being was now confused and anxious, but at the same time full of interest, more than interest. The beginning of lust? From one short glance? From a couple of minutes over the phone?

“Ahhhhh, Andy, my sweet Andy,” the guy said. “My name? My sweetness wants to know my name? Just my name, Andy? Wouldn’t you want to know some more? Baby? Like how much I need to hold you? How much you need to be held by me? To feel the heat of my body? The lust of my manhood?”

“Just tell me your name,” Andy quivered. His cock ached.

“Rick.”

“Rick?”

“Rick. Does my name turn you on, my pretty? Wouldn’t you rather be turned on more with my lips touching yours? I want to see you.”

Andy’s mind was boggled. The guy, Rick, wanted to meet. He could be dangerous, couldn’t he? How could it be possible that such a hunk of a guy found Andy attractive? Andy wasn’t naïve. He could be homely and plain, he could be totally inexperienced sexually, but he wasn’t naïve.

“Isn’t the phone call satisfying?” Andy was gradually regaining his composure, now that he was able to put a face and a name to the sexy voice.

“Nothing could satisfy me, my pretty, short of having you in my arms. I could drown into you. I could give you the love that you need. Forever.”

Andy’s cock quivered in synch with his thumping heartbeats. The voice was so manly and sexy that he started to visualize the man behind it. This handsome, tall guy, this Rick, bending down and kissing him. Andy felt the dizziness come back. What could be wrong in meeting the guy? After all, there was nothing threatening about him. Rick. Andy thought that even the name now sounded sexy. He touched himself again, his dick sending out sensations that he could not ignore. He wasn’t wearing anything else.

As if he read Andy’s thoughts, Rick whispered, “What are you wearing, my pretty?”

“Sh… sh… shorts,” Andy was taken aback by the question. He immediately let go of his cock and placed his hand on the desk next to him, unable to control the shaking.

“Ahhh… shorts. What kind? Running shorts? Tennis shorts? Undershorts?” Andy thought there was a smile somewhere there. How did Rick now?

“Undershorts,” he mumbled. “You?” Andy surprised himself by asking, his free hand moving to his nipple, as if by the force of the voice coming through the phone.

“I am naked, sweetness. Totally naked. I had to be naked to talk to you. Does this turn you on, Andy? Would you like to see me naked? I would love to get naked for you, my pretty. Would you like to touch me? I am touching myself. Down there. Right where you would love to touch.”

This was getting too heavy for Andy. He felt that he had to stop this madness. As excited and turned as he was, he wasn’t ready for any phone sex.

“Listen,” Andy said. “Rick. I remember who you are, and I remember how hot looking you are as well. What  makes you attracted to me? I am in no way near as attractive and a sexy as you.”

“Oh, Andy, Andy. Don’t put yourself down. You are the hottest dude I have seen. I am not into male models or movie stars. I’m into you. You, my Andy. You, my sweetness. Whether you believe it or not, I’m totally into you, baby. I want to see you. Bad. Now. You have no idea how I need to see you. To look at you. To touch you. And hold you. To kiss you. To lie with you. My prettiness.” Rick was now breathing hard.

Andy hardly believed what the hunk was saying. How could it be true? He felt the zit on his right cheek burn and he longed to scratch at it, but he refrained. He knew that if he touched it he was going to make it worse. His eyeglasses began to steam over. His cock raged inside his boxers. The need for sex was extremely strong, but Andy was also scared.

But… What could he lose? He could meet this Rick in a public place. There would be no harm in doing so, would there? If he saw the guy, face to face, he might be able to tell if Rick was serious or if he was playing him for something sinister. Andy longed to be loved. Was this his chance?

“How about meeting for a sandwich at Lucy’s Diner? Do you know where it is?” Andy asked, his heart beating fast, pounding.

“Ten minutes, baby. Oh, how I long to see you. Ten minutes. Don’t be late. See you, my sweet, sweet, sweetness.”

Ten minutes later, Andy walked into the diner, and there was the guy. Rick. Sitting in a booth near the far end of the place. As gorgeous as ever. A smile, a mile wide on his handsome face. Rick stood up, tall and lean, and waited for Andy to stumble over, unable to believe what his eyes were seeing.

“My sweetness,” Rick whispered as Andy got near and started to slide into the bench facing Rick.

“Oh, no,” Rick said. “Come over here, next to me. I want you to be close to me, my pretty.”

Andy felt awkward. The whole scene felt surreal. He was being treated like Rick’s girlfriend, and he resented this in spite of all the endearments, in spite of the beauty of the guy, in spite of his own need to be loved and held and …

Andy sat next to Rick, who immediately placed his hand on Andy’s thigh under the table, invisible to everyone else, but electrifying to Andy.

Andy ordered a BLT with a soda, knowing fully-well that the drink would eventually make his zits flare like mad. Rick ordered a club sandwich and a beer.

As they waited for their sandwiches and drinks, Rick massaged the inside of Andy’s thigh, up and down, almost touching Andy’s balls, making Andy shiver all over.

“How I wish I could hold you in my arms and make you happy and warm,” Rick said in a low, throaty voice. “I can’t believe how hot you are, Andy.”

Andy was at a loss how to react. Rick’s hand sent electric shockwaves throughout his body. He ached to be held and covered with kisses. He ached to be loved. And this man was right there, so ready, so hot, so sincere. Andy tried to relax. Rick was serious about all of this, it seemed.

Slowly, tentatively, Andy placed his hand on top of Rick’s, following the movements inside his thigh. He was shaking. Staring him in the eyes, Rick held Andy’s shivering hand and moved it to his own crotch. Andy immediately felt the hardness. He almost fainted. He was touching a guy’s hard cock. An erection. In real life. Not in his head as he masturbated. But here, in public, to a real man, to a hunk of a man, who had developed such a wonderful erection for him.

With a start, he withdrew his hand as their food arrived. The next ten minutes were used for eating. Andy was not really hungry for food. Now that he had touched an erection, he was hungry for cock. The heat emanating from the sexy man sitting next to him was intoxicating. Suddenly, Andy couldn’t bear it any longer. With a sigh, he slid off the bench and sat in the opposite bench. Rick had a questioning look on his face.

“What’s the matter, pretty one?”

“R-R-Rick, this is a pub-public p-p-lace,” Andy stammered, shaking.

“Then let’s go to a p-p-private place,” Rick mimicked, a huge smile on his handsome manly face. Andy just melted and nodded, his heart racing.

Finally, Andy felt wanted. Andy needed to be wanted, and this beautiful guy wanted him.

They hurriedly finished their sandwiches and left the diner.

As soon as they were inside Rick’s apartment, Rick engulfed Andy in a hungry embrace, his arms around the boy’s waist, pulling him close, pressing on him, finding his lips.

Andy looked up into Rick’s intense eyes and saw lust, tenderness, and manliness. He felt the heat. Rick’s hardness pressed and probed his belly. He placed his own arms around Nick’s neck and waited for the sweet kiss.

Their lips met. They were both hungry, and the slopping sounds filled the foyer of Rick’s apartment. Not breaking from each other, with Rick practically lifting Andy off the floor, they moved to the living room. Rick slowly and tenderly put Andy down on the sofa, his lips and tongue still glued to Andy’s. Rick was moaning deep and Andy was totally short for breath.

Rick started to undress Andy. Slowly. Delicately. As if the boy would break. Down to his briefs, Andy slouched on the sofa, letting Rick minister to him. All the while, Rick caressed and touched and nibbled and kissed as each of Andy’s body parts was unclothed. He licked Andy’s neck, the Adam’s apple, bit on the nipples, kissed the skinny abs.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Rick kept repeating and Andy tried his best to believe him. He felt pretty. His whole body tingled and shivered.

Rick started to take off his own clothes. Andy’s eyes were mesmerized as this god’s body was revealed: the hairy chest, the trail down the defined abs, the thick man thighs, the large sexy feet, but mostly the huge bulge stretching the fabric of his under shorts. Rick was a man in all the senses of the word. He hulked over the sitting Andy, his crotch inches away. Andy touched the bulge. It felt huge. It was throbbing. He slid his hand through the fly and fisted the hard erection. It was already wet with the pre-cum oozing from the mushroom head.

Andy took Rick’s cock out. He couldn’t believe his eyes. How could he be sitting here, holding onto the most beautiful cock of the most beautiful man, stroking it, feeling its masculinity? This must be a dream. Andy closed his eyes, and knew that when he re-opened them, the apparition would fade and his hand would be fisting thin air. When he opened his eyes, the apparition was still there, the cock was still throbbing in his hand, hard, insistent. He bent and kissed the head. He was in heaven.

Rick arched his back, giving Andy his full 7-inch cut cock to love. Andy wrapped his lips around the spongy-but-hard cock head. The male aroma from the thick pubic hair reached his nostrils and he inhaled deeply, moving further down over the ridge and onto the hard shaft. Half-way, he gagged. Rick pulled him off.

“Easy, baby,” Rick said, as he sat next to Andy, who was still in his briefs, with his own cock almost drilling a hole in the fabric. “I told you that you wanted me, didn’t I?” He caressed Andy’s glistening lips, wiping off some of the spit. He then lifted Andy up and made him stand in front of him, between his outstretched legs, his cock plastered against his belly.

Rick touched and caressed Andy all over, slowly, painfully slowly, pulling down the briefs. When he took Andy’s thin cock into his mouth, Andy’s knees almost buckled and he had to hold onto Rick’s shoulders to keep from collapsing. He felt the manly shoulder muscles under his gripping fingers.

Two gulps down Rick’s throat, and Andy shot his load.

“Whoa,” Rick exclaimed, not expecting the spurts as they hit the back of his mouth. A third spurt caught him between the eyes, a fourth, a fifth, covering his face with a thick stream of off-white cum.

Licking his lips, smiling, face covered with Andy’s juice, Rick looked up. “Oh, man, that was some load. Sweet.”

Surprised, however, Rick watched tears streaming down Andy’s young face. The pimple in the middle of his cheek was flaming red. “Sorry. Sorry. I… I didn’t mean to… Oh sorry.” Andy heaved and more tears came down his cheeks onto his chin, dripping on the floor. He wished the floor would split and swallow him.

Rick stood up, hugged the crying, shivering boy, kissed the tears flowing from his eyes, and slowly turned him around. With a light push, he made Andy bend over onto the sofa. He put some spit on his cock and onto Andy’s exposed hole and pressed. Andy screamed with the penetration. He felt that he was split in half. It was so sudden, so unexpected. His virgin boy hole stretched and stretched. The pain was excruciating.

“Oh, my sweetness,” Rick mumbled as he pushed harder, invading the young, virgin ass with his hard rod, holding onto Andy’s hips, dominating him, sliding deeper, feeling the tightness, until he buried his tool inside.

Andy was whimpering. “God. It hurts. Rick, please. It hurts. Please. Rick. Rick.”

“It’s ok, baby. I’m in. How sweet. Inside you, my pretty. All the way. Take the pain, the pleasure will soon come. Oh, sweetness. Yes. You are so pretty.” Rick kept saying this to make Andy relax, keeping his cock buried deep, not moving, just pressing, savoring the tightness, waiting for the moment of the real fucking.

Slowly, Andy settled, accepting the invasion. He was determined not to act juvenile. He wanted to be a man for this hot hunk behind him. His hole squeezed painfully on the hard base of the man cock, deep inside him. It was incredible. He felt Rick’s hands on his hips, pulling him closer, pressing on him. He reached back with one hand and grabbed Rick’s butt, taut, muscled, hairy, manly. He pulled it closer into him with desire. A cock was inside him. Not just any cock. A cock that he often dreamt of, never believing that it would happen for real. There he was now, bent over, holding onto the back of the sofa, giving himself up for this gorgeous male behind him, pressing on him, inside him.

Rick started to move, slowly pulling out, inch by inch, then thrusting back. Andy’s fuck tunnel stretched and it felt fantastic. Still holding onto the hips, Rick fucked, increasing his tempo, lust rising inside his balls, the friction against his cock shaft driving him wild. He bent over and bit the back of Andy’s neck as he thrust faster. He was now pounding the virgin ass. Mercilessly. Andy’s moans were mixed between pain and pleasure. Andy couldn’t tell which feeling streamed from his ass through his body.

Rick tensed, thrust deep one last time, and exploded. Andy shivered as he felt the man spurts hit his insides, filling him. He had erected when Rick was pounding him and he was stroking madly, squeezing harder on the pulsating cock that was shooting gallons of man cum into him.

Finally Rick pulled out, his cock dripping. He turned Andy around and replaced Andy’s hand with his mouth, bringing Andy to another intense orgasm in seconds.

Well, they were now lovers. Rick was tender. Andy was delirious. He kept his hand on Rick’s body, never getting his fill of this man’s hard muscles, his manliness. He sniffed Rick’s armpits. Masculinity exuded from the sweaty hair. He licked the chest hair, also sweaty, saturated with testosterone. Down the trail. The thick pubes had some cum entangled into the hair and Andy sucked on them. Then the cock. The cock that wouldn’t stay soft. The cock that he sucked over and over, and that he spread he legs to give it his ass over and over.

Andy lost count of the number of times they fucked. He was sore. His ass hole was on fire. His cock stretched painfully every time it erected. But he wanted more. Never to stop.

“My sweetness,” Rick whispered into Andy’s ear, and then moved his lips to cover Andy’s mouth with a deep kiss. Andy sighed, not daring to touch his burning zit.

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Here’s another older story of mine from the Vault, a concept I’m still thinking about doing more with in the future. Enjoy…

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I’d never done anything like this before. Never.

Not to blow my own horn, or anything, but I’m a decent-looking guy. I stay in shape, eat right, dress well. One of those guys who wears my age well. And once that wedding ring came off my finger five years ago and I was finally able to pursue my real interests, my true interests, I’ve never been short of willing playmates.

Only thing was, there was still something missing. Something I’d always wanted to try, to experience, but never quite figured out how to have. I’d tried roleplaying it, online and in person, thanks to the apps, but having some college-age kid I’d really only just met call me “Daddy” in bed, as hot as the experience could be, really didn’t cut the mustard, so to speak. It felt fake, put-on, kind of empty. Dissatisfying.

I didn’t just want some kid to call me “Daddy.” I was looking for something more, something deeper. An experience. A bond. Something deep, sensual, familial… sexual. A realistic dad-son experience. I’d wanted it since I was maybe 14 or 15 or so, and the desire just grew stronger, deeper over the years, even as I bowed to the usual societal pressures and got married out of college, even as I had two sons, and fell into the typical suburban American lifestyle. Became an upstanding, successful, suburban family man. A family man with a seething, exhilarating, secret set of desires.

Now, I never cheated. I was absolutely faithful to my wife. I satisfied my urges with my imagination and my right hand, in secret. And even though I had two sons of my own, big, smart, funny, good-looking boys with a natural aptitude for sports, I was never inappropriate with them. Never stepped over the line. Pete and Dave were the apple of my eye, my pride and joy, and I kept them carefully walled off in my mind from that long-held set of fantasies of mine. Even as they hit puberty, started to get their manly growth, voices deepening, muscles beginning to bulge, hair coming in on their arms and powerful legs, as they became big, handsome, confident, sexually mature young men, athletic and beautifully built, some highly developed part of my brain kept them sacred. Apart from the deeper, dirtier side of my mind.

Well… for the most part. Dave in particular was a seriously studly kid, and by his senior year in high school, he was an incredibly beautiful creature. Pete was following in his footsteps, a couple years behind. I saw them shirtless, or in their underwear, plenty of times, and I could never help but admire their well-muscled bodies, their handsome faces, the way they were taking after me with their builds, their looks, their attitudes. And yeah, maybe once or twice, when I was deep in the throes of my secret lust, maybe their faces and bodies popped up in those imaginary encounters playing out in the porn theater of my imagination. And maybe I came twice as hard when that happened. But I always kicked myself afterwards, always swore that would never happen again. And that usually worked. For the most part. Almost always.

But I saw them into college, and then their mother and I parted ways amicably enough, and I was free to really start exploring. Now that I was prime Daddy age, I had high hopes for finally living out some version of my special fantasy – hopes that went mostly unfulfilled.

Then one of my online buddies, “Bill”, a guy very much like me, in his late 40s and doing great in his career, with a wife and kids and all that stuff, and that same deep-seated desire for an incestuous bond between father and son, clued me into the Service. Yeah, on the face of it, an escort service – but much more than that. High-end, expensive. A select clientele. Invite-only. Dedicated to something very much like the boyfriend experience, but more… family-oriented.

I couldn’t believe such a thing existed. But when I thought about it, of course it would. I also couldn’t believe the base rate was $1,000 an hour, but they did have a 100% satisfaction guarantee – though what were you gonna do if you didn’t like it, do a chargeback on your credit card and complain your gay incest-play escort wasn’t family-like enough for you?

But my buddy Bill couldn’t stop raving about it. Expensive, but worth it… even better than he imagined the real thing might be. The perfect solution – maybe the only solution – in an imperfect world. And most of all, it had relieved something inside of him. Scratched that deep-seated taboo itch he had, the same one I’d been living with for thirty-plus years. Made him happier. Lighter. He swore his latest promotion was due to the stress-busting effects of finally getting to live out his own personal dad-son experience with the talented young man the Service had connected him with.

So when he sent me a private link to apply for membership, I shrugged my shoulders and said “Fuck it.” The questionnaire they sent was long, very long, and very specific. Asking about my sexual preferences, turn-ons and turn-offs, fantasies. My physical info, and how I pictured my ideal ‘son’ physically. What kind of sports my ‘son’ would have played, experiences and bonding moments we might have shared – a full dossier, almost. They promised a full “son experience,” and with all the background info they gathered, it must really be something. I was wiped out by the time I finally finished it and clicked ‘Submit’. Wiped out, but hard as a rock. I’d hewed pretty closely to my own real experiences as a dad, things I’d done with my boys, with a few other fantasy details woven into that which I’d never experienced, but which I’d love to have had with my ‘son.’

Two weeks later, when I’d almost forgotten all about it, they sent me another link. This time, it took me to a series of profiles, a selection of guys they thought might be a good match. Good ‘sons.’ No full face shots, but plenty of body shots, some physical details, particular things they were good at. I was invited to choose one, and there really was only one choice.

All I could see of his face was a square jaw and the suggestion of a strong profile quite a lot like mine, but his body – Jesus. Pure marble-carved young jock perfection. Strong, square pecs, thick-muscled arms, a rippling near eight-pack, twin perfect mounds of muscle for an ass, and long, bulging, muscular thighs. Played football and wrestled through high school, and then four years of club rugby in college. His photo portfolio included a variety of pictures – dressed, undressed, coyly covering his cock, showcasing his ass, wearing football pants, a wrestling singlet, a Speedo, designer underwear, all showcasing his body and the suggestion of a smile, but otherwise carefully shadowing his face. I appreciated their discretion. I could already tell he was the right ‘son’ for me. And as if he wasn’t perfect enough, he was packing just over seven thick, cut inches too. “Handsome, cultured, intelligent, warm, intimate, and creative,” his profile said. “A young man with a genuine, natural interest in being close with his Dad.” My mouth practically watered. My cock throbbed excitedly in agreement. I picked him.

Another month went by, we closed the merger deal, and I collected a very nice bonus for all my hard work. I was thinking about a vacation, maybe Hawaii, and then it hit me – the Service. I was scheduled to be in LA soon. Maybe… just maybe… I checked my calendar, and fired off an e-mail to the Service. And then waited, nervously, to see if maybe my dream would come true.

The confirmation e-mail came back within a few hours. My chosen partner was available. Would I like to provide a name for him to go by, to maximize the immersiveness of the experience? Yes, I would. At the front of my mind, the name ‘Brad’ stood out – I know, creative – but a part of my mind, that deep, lusty part, tugged at me. Wanted me to type in ‘Dave.’ Where the fuck did that come from? I thought to myself, frowning, as I ignored that deeper voice, put the 30% deposit on my Black card, and clicked the ‘Submit’ button. I was so hard, I had to stroke out a load, incredibly thick and powerful, immediately afterwards. And then, the anxious, excited wait began.

The company put me up in a surprisingly swank hotel. Nice big room, king bed, all the amenities, for a whole week. I used the gym relentlessly for two solid weeks, got my hair cut, ate salads, the whole bit. I wanted this to be good. I wanted to be attractive for this young stud – this ‘son.’ That was part of the experience, and maybe the part I had the most trouble with – I wanted him to be into me, the way I was into him. I didn’t want to feel like I was being faked out, falsely flattered. I wanted it to be as real as possible. The Service had suggested I send a few pictures of myself, if I felt that would enhance the experience, so I got a photographer buddy of mine I knew from the clubs to take a few shots of me at my best – and pretty damn good ones, if I did say so myself, good enough that I planned on using them for my profile albums on the various apps I used. Carefully framed not to show my full face, just the body I’d worked so hard on, still carrying my ex-jock size and bulk, with that certain beefiness guys like me get in middle age.

Then ‘Brad’ sent me an e-mail, introducing himself. Telling me he’d very much enjoyed my pictures, that he was excited to see me again, and even attaching a webcam pic of himself at his desk in a typical young man’s bedroom. Cropped off to show just his smile at the top, and that incredible body of his, reclined in his chair. In one hand, he held his phone, with one of the pics I’d sent him on its screen. His other hand was on the big bulge in his designer underwear, pulling the fabric taut against his hard young cock, showing it to me. He approved.

“See you soon, Dad,” his signoff read. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”

That e-mail alone made me cum hard yet again.

For all my hard-charging confidence at work and life in general, I was as nervous as a teenage virgin when Thursday evening rolled around. I paced my swanky West Hollywood hotel room almost anxiously, eyes on the clock. And right at 8pm, there came the knock on my door. I took a few deep breaths, calmed myself down, tried to modulate my nerves and my natural excitement, and opened the door with a warm smile.

“Jesus,” I gasped softly. ‘Brad’ was exactly as advertised. Tall, handsome, a muscled young body perfectly filling out his dress-casual shirt and designer jeans. He was beautiful. He was absolutely perfect.

He was also my actual son.

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“Dave?” I stuttered, watching his eyes widen in surprise, that charming smile morphing into an O of shock. “Davey?”

“Oh!” he blurted. “Shit! Dad!”

We stared at each other for a second, and I know he was thinking a million sudden thoughts, just like I was. Well, I guess the Service had promised me a genuine “son experience” – just not the one they or I had expected.

It was stupid not to invite him in, of course, and when I fixed myself a drink with a slightly shaky hand, he asked for one too, and how could I deny him that? Another long silence as we each nervously sipped our drinks, and then we couldn’t avoid it any longer.

“Christ, son, I can’t believe this. Can’t believe you…’

“You can’t believe it?” he shot back, but with a good-natured grin. “Of all the people I expected to see tonight, you weren’t even the last one. You didn’t even exist in the spectrum of possibility, Dad.”

“Likewise, kid, likewise,” I muttered, but then he smiled that smile, and I chuckled in spite of myself, and then we were laughing, and we clinked our glasses together and took another drink. Christ, this was weird. But it was happening nonetheless.

“Well, you paid for two hours, Dad,” he finally said, without a trace of awkwardness. Guess he inherited my confidence too. “I’d hate to have to explain to them why you’d want a refund…”

“Ah, the hell with it,” I said. Even with the shock and inner turmoil, I still wanted to look out for my boy. He was expecting to make some money tonight, quite a lot of it, in fact, and I had it to spend. Could’ve paid the overnight rate without feeling it much, really. Honestly, I’d kept that possibility open. But now, well…

So I fixed us another drink, and half-nervously asked him to tell me about it. He’d been doing it for about a year, since he’d come out here to California for grad school. It was easy work – I kind of inwardly shuddered at that choice of words, but at the same time, something inside my twanged with excitement – and exceptional money, and he’d never felt exploited or mistreated. Truth be told, he enjoyed the opportunity to really make people happy. I’d always thought that was kind of a bullshit hooker cliché, but apparently not. Here was my eldest son, living it. Helping men like me live out their paternal sexual fantasies. I was a little bit horrified. A little bit stunned. But above all that – way more than that – I was amazed. Intrigued. And yes, hell… excited.

“I’m really good at it, Dad,” he said, leaning up at the bar, watching me fix us another drink. “I really like it. I guess… I’ve been kind of preparing for this since I was 13 or so.”

It took me a minute to really hear what he said. And then I stared at him. He smiled, blushed, looked away, then met my eyes again, and nodded.

“Yeah. It’s not just doing it for the clients. Playing a son to help some guy out. It’s just as much for me, too.”

I gaped at him. Shit – he’d inherited that from me too? That deep, dark, secret kind of lust? I’d never even imagined… Christ, all these years stroking my cock to the fevered dad-son fantasies rolling through my head, and he’d been doing pretty much the same thing.

“So like I said… I’m really good at it, Dad,” he said, and all of a sudden, he was three steps closer, the gap between us closed. Taking a sip on his drink, then setting it down on the bar. Putting his hand on the solid plate of my pec, right over my heart, where I knew he could feel it thudding through the dress shirt I was wearing.

“Davey, I -” I began, but he shook his head, and fixed my eyes with his.

“You found the Service for a reason, Dad,” he said, quiet and low. “Because you needed this. Thought about it for so long. Wanted it most of your life. I know how that feels, believe me. And I know how exciting it must have been to find a way to finally have it. And even though it didn’t turn out the way you thought it would…”

His eyes… shit, his eyes were incredible. So was his scent. His face, so much like mine. The warmth of his big young body. The body I’d deliberately tried not to think of in that way, mostly successfully, all these long, frustrated years.

“You never gave me any hint of this, you never made me feel creeped out,” he went on. “But you never knew about me, either. How I felt about you. That I might have needed this too. And… shit… you can still have it, Dad. Tonight. Now.”

He didn’t give me time to really register what he was saying, just leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I didn’t even think about it – I kissed him back. Maybe because I was a little buzzed, maybe because of how I’d expected tonight to turn out, because I was already in the zone… but mostly, because my actual son was here, offering himself willingly, and even if I’d never really considered this, considered him… it seemed like he’d thought about this. About us. That he maybe wanted this even more than I did. That my deepest, longest-held fantasy – our deepest fantasy – could come true tonight, in the most real way possible.

I found my hand coming up to cup the base of his skull, bringing a moan from him as I parted my lips against his and slipped my tongue inside his mouth. My heart was racing, and my cock strained to full hardness almost instantly, as my son kissed me back, and kissed me well. I forgot all about the details, and just went with this. My son, me and my son, was all I could think of. It was all I needed.

I thought I knew Dave’s body pretty well, objectively – I’d seen enough of it over the years at home, after all. But it was even better like this, open and free for me to touch, to kiss, to taste, as he smoothly peeled his shirt off and let me explore him. He was by far the hottest, handsomest, best-built young man I’d ever been with, and I’d had my fair share of experiences with hot young men, way back to when I was a bit of a hot young man myself. He cupped the back of my head now, guiding me down over the hard-muscled terrain of his torso, down to the fine spray of fur on his impressive abs, squeezing encouragingly as I undid his belt and the top button of his jeans. Then guided my head back up to meet his in another deep, searching, staggeringly intimate wet kiss, as my hands tremblingly opened his designer jeans, and pushed them off the shelf of his ass and down those powerful athlete’s thighs of his. And then he stood before me, his big young cock straining hard in a pair of black Calvins, beautiful enough to be a damn Calvin Klein model.

“This is me, Dad,” he murmured against my lips, eyes deep blue and boring into mine. “I’m here for you. Not a game, not an act, not playing pretend. Your son, here with you, here for you. And I want to be with you, Dad. Be dad and son, together, like we both always needed.”

His lips on mine were convincing, and so were his hands squeezing the firmness of my pecs, moving to unbutton my shirt as our tongues explored each other. But it was his eyes that told me it was all true. This wasn’t a contractual obligation, a paid performance, roleplay – this was real. This was us.

“Let me, now, Dad,” he said huskily, opening my shirt to reveal the muscles I’d worked so hard on beneath, overlaid with a fine coating of hair. “You got no idea how long, how bad…”

I quieted him with another kiss, showing him I did have an idea how long, how bad, then let him have me. He undressed me with incredible care, eyes wide and roving over my body in a way that couldn’t be faked. He really was experiencing his fantasy. His eyes, that goofy, amazed smile I remembered so well from his boyhood told me all I needed to know. That, and the tentative way he unbuttoned my pants, becoming more assured as he opened them and saw the epic bulge in my own designer underwear. That gasp, that lusty sound couldn’t be faked.

I reached behind him and cupped that incredible ass of his, felt him tense and flex it in my hands, drawing my own lusty grunt. Kissed him again as I felt him press into me, against me, shivering just a little.

“Daddy’s here for you, little buddy,” I said, the words just flowing naturally from that secret place within me, and he shivered a little harder, moaned hungrily, and crashed his mouth into mine again.

The bed was big, and comfortable, and ours to explore each other on, and we did, with gusto. His body came alive under my big hands, and I felt mine doing the same for him, as we clutched, writhed, shifted, rolled, moaned and kissed. giving ourselves over to the simmering intensity of the taboo connection. A nearly lifelong dream for us both. Something neither of us ever expected to happen, outside of our fantasies. But it was happening, very much so, and several times I had to back off from the brink, cool down, before I shot an epic load between us. I wasn’t ready for that, not yet. Shit, we were still in our underwear.

Of course, Dave had some experience with this – he was a professional, I suddenly reminded myself, and that gave me some complex feelings, but I pushed them aside for now as I watched him sprawl back, thick thighs spread invitingly, his cock seeping precum through the stretched fabric of his Calvins, a smile that was alternately sexy and I can’t believe this is happening on his handsome face. He let me cool down some, and we talked, low and deep and intimate, as he let me – as I let myself – run my hands slowly over his perfectly muscled body. Tracing up the definition of his powerful quads, tickling up the finely furred stretch of his inner thighs, then up to the big, solid plates of his pecs, palming lightly over the stiff bullet-points of his nipples, following the ridges of his finely-honed abdominals into the delta of crisp fur that fanned out at the base of them, down into the tantalizing unknown territory inside those designer briefs of his. He was so damn beautiful, I was almost angry with myself for not allowing myself to fantasize about him, to touch him before this. But the Dad in me – not the fantasy player, the real Dad in me – knew I’d been right not to think about him like this, all those years. In the flesh now, though, everything was different. There were no barriers between us anymore.

His voice was deep, low, husky as his secrets flowed from him, his memories, fantasies about me… how he still had a copy of a picture of me in my high school football gear that he jacked off to. I chuckled, told him he was a bullshitter just like me, but he picked up his phone, swiped around a little, and came up with it. Me, at 18, my final game of high school, shirtless and sweaty and grinning, my football pants clinging to my thick young thighs. I looked pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. But I was flattered, and excited, beyond belief that I could inspire that kind of lust from him.

“You were one of the first people I ever pictured when I started making cum, Dad,” he murmured, eyes deep on mine as he guided my hand to the thick throb of his big young cock, overfilling his designer briefs. “So much cum, over the years. Picturing us. You and me. Free and open and together. Dad and son. Lovers.”

I gently squeezed the thickness of him through the cotton, feeling his big young cock pulse, and the flow of his precum seep and spread even more through the fabric. Palmed it the way I did my own, when I’d covertly watch his hunky young jock buddies at play in our old backyard pool. He moaned, eyes hot with lust, and craned his head up to kiss me again.

“I tried not to think about you,” I finally said, palming his epic young bulge all the while. “You and Petey were off-limits.”

“Oh… we were?” he said, looking a little disappointed. I smiled at that.

“Well… mostly,” I said, with a sly chuckle, which he joined before pulling me down to kiss him some more.

“Not anymore though, right, Dad?” he asked, a boyish kind of hopefulness in his voice that made my stomach tingle with warmth for him.

“No, little buddy,” I smiled. “You and me… let’s be what we want to be tonight.”

No more words after that – we communicated with our lips and tongues and fingers and hands. With our bodies, intertwining, shifting, sliding, combining in new, different ways as we eased each other out of our underwear, and finally slipped together, fully naked and so hard, on top of the crisp sheets.

“I love you, Dad,” he said in that husky, half-breaking voice of his, and all of a sudden, all those years of repression, of suppression, all the thoughts and desires I’d crammed down and packed away and tried to deny came rushing up to the surface. I wanted to cry, almost, but I kissed my boy deeply instead.

“I love you too, son,” I whispered against his lips. “So much. Let’s be together, yeah?”

He nodded, and the mistiness in his eyes couldn’t be faked, as he smiled and gently rolled me onto my back, then began to kiss, lick and caress his way down the firm muscles of my mature body. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning, but he acted very much like an adult, a man who knew what he was doing, as he took the throbbing thickness of my big dick in his hand, staring at it reverently.

“You made me with this, Dad,” he said in that husky voice, and the naked need in his eyes – yeah, that was real, alright. I could stop questioning it, and just go with it. Just let us be.

Dave ran his wide, wet, warm tongue up my shaft, and I shuddered at the sensation, then felt my whole body clench up when he skilfully swallowed the head with those sexy lips of his. And then, slowly, his big blue eyes on mine the whole time, he took me down to the base, grunting happily as he opened his throat with practiced ease and buried his nose in my bush.

“Oh fuck!” I half-yelled, sinking my hands into his hair, as he began to slowly work me over, soaking me in the warmth of his spit and the slowly working muscles of his throat, lavishing me with that talented tongue of his. His hands slid up my body, over the clenching muscles of my stomach, teasing the bullet-stiff points of my nips, sinking into the thickness of my paternal fur as he took me on a rocket ride to the moon.

Jesus Christ, I thought. My own boy, my own son… and he’s so damn good at this…

I lost track for a little while there, just sinking back into the bed and letting him work his magic on me, until I felt the inevitable surge of my orgasm, churning in my balls, ready to boil its way up the shaft of my cock and explode into his mouth. But like the pro he was, Dave slowly worked his way back up and off me, leaving my cock wet, gleaming with his spit, as he gently tugged on my roiling balls to slow me down.

“Dad?” he said, holding the bobbing shaft of my cock gently in one hand, stroking up and down the thick muscle of my thigh with the other. “Will you… fuck me, Dad?”

“Ah son,” I moaned, reaching down to grab him and pull him up the length of my body, sliding my tongue into his welcoming mouth as I clutched those twin, perfect mounds of muscle in my hands, feeling the steely power of his ex-athlete’s glutes as he flexed them for me.

He shifted his hips up, straddling me, and let the hardness of my cock slip up along the deep cleft of his ass, where he slowly writhed against it, reaching behind himself to take hold of me again, rubbing the fat, spongy head of his own father’s cock against the tightness of his hole. then he leaned up over my head, reaching for the drawer of the bedside table, retrieving the bottle of lube I’d stashed there earlier with some rubbers, in anticipation.

“How did you know…” I started, seeing his knowing smile as he smoothly thumbed the cap open, poured a big pool of it into his palm, then reached behind himself again to wrap the slickness of it around my throbbing shaft, making me moan for him yet again.

“You always used to keep yours in the right-side drawer by your bed,” he said with a sly grin. “I used to use it to jack off with, Dad. Stroking my hard teen dick with your lube. On your bed. Inhaling your scent from the pillows.”

I growled, and pulled him back in for another searching, hungry kiss, feeling him touch the slicked-up head of me against his hole again. I could feel his pulse there, I swore it.

“Before we go on, Dad,” he said, looking directly into my eyes, “I want you to know, I’m on PrEP, I got tested this week, and I never play without precautions. Ever. But, for you… for us…”

I nodded up at him.

“The same, son,” I said, blushing a little, but we were well beyond that by now, surely. “I’m safe. But whatever you feel most comfortable with.”

“Then tonight, just for you, Dad,” he smiled, pressing the head of me against himself even more intently, letting me feel him slowly opening up to the pressure, “I want to really feel you inside of me.”

And with that, he felt me, slipping up inside him as he bore down and I pushed my hips up and we met in the middle, both moaning low and deep. It’s hard to describe the heady, intense mix of pleasure, release, satisfaction I felt. I could read the same mix of feelings crossing his handsome, pleasure-filled face as he filled himself with me. With the man who made him. As I felt the son I’d made take me into his depths completely, and freely.

Velvet and steel. The velvety clutch of his insides, wrapping around my hardness like a tailor-made fit. The steel of his big, bunched quads as I clutched at them, squeezed them as he rode on my cock. Salt from the fine dew of sweat that began to glow on his big young muscles as he pleasured himself, pleasured me with his prowess. The kid was amazing, and I was oddly glad I was getting him as an experienced young man, not as a nervous, fumbling virgin. Sure, I’d fantasized about taking a son’s virginity, but in reality, I knew this was so much better. Even more powerful, joining our skills together in one flowing, all-engulfing experience of pure sexual pleasure. Genuine incestuous pleasure – the thing I’d been dreaming of, fantasizing about, my entire adult life.

I’d like to say we went at it for a solid hour, but there was too much going on here – not just the sex, but the emotion, the bond, the sheer experience of doing this with my flesh-and-blood son. Several times, he had to bat my hand away from his big, leaking cock, shaking his head briskly, wanting to stave off his own orgasm until we were really ready. So as I felt myself getting closer to the peak, I grabbed hold of his hips. He read me intuitively – that experience of his again – and moved with me, rolling over onto his back, letting me plunge even deeper up inside of him.

“Ohhhh Jesus Christ, Dad!” he moaned, and all I could do was moan back in agreement at the incredible barrage of new sensation, as I wrapped my arms around his sweaty torso and took us both on home, feeling his powerful thighs clutch around me and spur me on.

“I love you, Dad,” he moaned, eyes locking onto mine.

“I love you too, son… so much…” I panted, and then we were kissing, and his body was tightening around me, pulsing and clenching as I felt the hot jets of his cum begin to erupt between us. I was right behind him, howling into his mouth, sucking on his agile tongue as I pumped shot after shot after shot of the seed that had created him up into his depths.

I stayed inside him for several minutes as we caught our breath, sweat slowly cooling on us as we kissed, embraced, nuzzled, continued the intense connection. It felt important to look into his eyes, to see if there was a flicker of doubt, remorse, self-disgust – but all I found was warmth, and gratitude, and love. I’d never felt happier in my life.

Eventually, I softened and slipped from him, and slowly we disentangled and fell side by side on the bed. When his hand found mine, his fingers interlacing and squeezing with mine, I squeezed back, knowing it was all that needed to be said. And then he pulled me up slowly and we made our way to the shower, soaking in the warm water raining down over us as we kissed, caressed, and slowly cleaned each other up, wordlessly.

Watching him slip into his briefs again gave me an unexpected pang in the stomach, as he worked the little coffee machine on the bar and made himself an espresso. All of a sudden, the wordlessness between us began to feel like an awkward silence.

“The drive back to Glendale’s a pain the ass, and I need to be on my toes to deal with the Five,” he said almost sheepishly as he looked at me over the rim of the mug.

“You, uh… could always just… stay here tonight, if you wanted to, son,” I said almost nervously. “Oh… unless you have another…”

He smiled again, and stepped over to me, slipping one hand up my bare chest, around the back of my neck, leaning in to peck my lips softly.

“No, Dad,” he said. “No other engagements. It’s not a high-volume thing. That’s why they pay me the big bucks.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“Speaking of which,” he said playfully, but carefully, “did they discuss the overnight rate with you?”

I felt a twinge at that, but hell, if that’s what it took, I could – and would – pay it. Even just to share the bed with him, to hold him against me while he slept – it’d be worth three times whatever they charged.

“Jesus, Dad, I’m kidding,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes as he saw me reach for my wallet. He gave me a playful push, and I landed on the bed with a grunt, surprised at his manly strength. I guess sooner or later, every father needs to come to grips with the fact that his son is a grown man in his own right. Dave had certainly proved that to me tonight. But no matter what, he’d always be my little buddy. My boy, for real. That just made everything we’d done tonight even more powerful.

Dave climbed up on the bed after me, grinning and stunning, carefully balancing his cup of coffee in one hand as he crawled over my prone body and settled down comfortably beside me. His lips tasted like espresso, and his tongue was softer, gentler as it slipped past my lips to rejoin mine.

“You know, Dad,” he said with that grin of his after a few minutes, “the Service is always looking for quality guys to join the operation. I know we could definitely use a damn good daddy or two.”

I laughed, and he laughed with me, but the intent look he gave me told me he wasn’t really joking.

“You’re not serious, are you?” I asked. He just shrugged.

“It’s good money, low involvement, and a unique kind of experience,” he said. “And hell… you’re damn good in bed, Dad. You’d be a big hit, especially with the clients who’ve got that executive-daddy fetish going on.”

“That’s a thing?” I chuckled.

“Bet your ass it is, especially up there where you are in the Bay Area,” he grinned. “All those super-loaded young tech dudes? You could pick and choose your clients. And besides… I do kind of get a referral bonus for new hires…”

I laughed, and took him in my arms, and he set down his half-finished coffee and focused his attention on our kiss for several more minutes. By the time we came up again, his cock was back to full hardness, and mine was definitely on the road there. I reached down and gave his big bulge a gentle, appreciative squeeze.

“Second round’s on the house, Dad,” he murmured huskily against my lips, reaching behind me to squeeze the thick muscles of my ass appreciatively. “And I don’t know how you feel about this, but it’s always been a fantasy of mine to fuck you, y’know…”

“Hmmm… maybe you should be paying me for that privilege, son,” I growled playfully. “Or at least give me some kind of discount.”

“Hell, Dad, I’m just a hard-working young guy trying to pay my way through grad school,” he chuckled. “If you want to make some money, you really should come work with me. A dad-son team? We could make some serious bank…”

I chuckled with him, kissed him some more, and let him maneuver me onto my front, relaxing into the sensation of his muscular weight hovering over me as he kissed his way worshipfully down my spine, as I arched my back and let him lustily appreciate the big, still-hard muscles of my ex-jock ass. And as I prepared to let him show me just what a skilled, well-rounded young professional he was, I had to admit – his offer had me thinking…

The End

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My brother Anthony and I are fraternal twins. We are the same height (5’10”) and both have green eyes. He has dark brown hair, whereas mine is lighter brown with some reddish highlights. We both have pretty fair skin and regular college-dude builds. We’re not going to be walking any runways any time soon, but we’re reasonably attractive. 

Anthony has always been pretty private. Growing up, we were good friends but I don’t think we were quite as close as a lot of twins. We have separate bedrooms separated by a shared Jack-and-Jill bath. When we were younger, he was never shy about showering with the door open so I could use the bathroom if necessary. Once we got to be teenagers, though, he became much more modest and kept the door closed so I never saw him naked. I wasn’t sure why this was; I wondered if maybe he was insecure about the size of his penis. I also wondered if he might suspect that I was gay. We never talked about it and I had a couple of girlfriends in high school that I used as cover. But maybe he had some sort of “twin instinct” that let him guess the truth. Whatever the reason, I never saw him naked once he matured and I confess I had a huge curiosity about what his penis looked like and how it compared to mine. 

Even though he didn’t share much that was personal, I did know when he lost his virginity. It was the night of our senior prom in high school and he and I each rented rooms at a motel for after the dance. We were really too young to rent motel rooms, but it was one of those places that will look the other way on prom night and the place was basically overrun with horny teenagers. Anthony was walking on air the next morning and he did say that he was glad to have gotten rid of his V-card. I’d shared a room with my date and we made out, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to put my dick in a vagina. I was a typically curious and horny high-schooler, though, so I ate out my date a little and then finger-blasted her while she jerked me some. She seemed happy with that, so I let Anthony believe I had gone all the way too. 

Once we went off to separate colleges, we texted and talked pretty regularly and he told me that he had fucked some random girl at a frat-house party. I told him I had a crush on a girl in one of my classes and we had made out a few times, but I didn’t go so far as to lie and tell him that I had fucked a pussy because I was afraid he would ask questions about the experience I might not be able to answer. 

That didn’t mean I wasn’t getting any action, though. I was really exploring my attraction to guys and had found the cruisy bathrooms on campus. Two or three evenings a week, I made the rounds and did the whole routine with tapping feet and passing notes on pieces of toilet paper, then trading blow jobs under the stall walls. One night, I hooked up with a guy in one of the bathrooms who took me into an empty classroom and let me fuck him. I was still very inexperienced and tried to stick my condom-covered dick up his asshole without any lube. Thank goodness, he was very patient and showed me how to get us wet with spit and then fuck him. It was a hot scene and I had an intense orgasm with my cock buried in his ass; I then considered I had fully lost my virginity.

When we came home for Christmas break after our first semester, we went out with some high school friends one night and all caught up. Neither of us had really put on any of the “freshman fifteen,” so the only change was that Ant had let his hair get a little shaggier. Otherwise, he looked the same. On the ride home, he asked me about the girl I had told him I had a crush on. I quickly made up a story about getting to second base, then asked him if he had hooked up any more. 

“Nah, there’s this girl in my dorm I’m really into. We’ve been out a couple of times, but so far all I’m getting from her is blue balls.” We both laughed at that. “She’s got huge boobs and you know that’s my thing.” He grinned.

“Yeah, you’ve always liked ‘em racktacular,” I answered. “Good luck with that. Maybe she’ll give you a titty-fuck one day.”

“Dude, don’t tease me. I’d give that chick a pearl necklace in a minute.”

I started to get a semi from thinking about that, so thank goodness we were back home by that time. But that night, I rubbed one out in bed thinking about my bro’s dick shooting out a load on some girl’s hooters. I wondered if he was in his bed doing the same thing.

A couple of days after Christmas, the overhead light in our bathroom burned out while I was in there brushing my teeth. We had some replacement bulbs under the sink, so I dragged a step-ladder out of the utility closet and climbed up to switch out the bulb. The overhead fan was next to the light fixture and I noticed while I was changing the bulb that the fan vented into the attic. I could see part of the flooring through the slats. 

An idea popped into my head. The entrance to the attic was in my bedroom, with a set of folding stairs that pulled down from a hatch in my ceiling. Everyone else was downstairs at the moment, so I slipped into my bedroom, pulled the stairs down, and climbed into the attic. I found the fan vent and crouched down to look through it. The toilet was out of view, but I could see the sink to the right and I could see over the shower curtain rod into the tub/shower combo directly below. I started to pop a boner thinking about what I was planning to do. 

The folding stairs were a little squeaky going up and down, so that night before going to bed I pulled them down after closing and locking my bedroom door and the door that led from my room into the shared bath. I didn’t want to make noise in the morning when Ant went in to take his shower. I slept kind of fitfully that night wondering if I would be able to pull this off. 

The next morning, I heard Ant going into the bathroom just after dawn. I wondered what he was doing up at this hour, then the toilet flushed and the door into his bedroom closed. Ah, just taking a piss. 

I laid there another couple of hours, then I heard his door open again and the water in the sink was turned on. Show time! I just hoped he wouldn’t knock on my door for anything while those stairs were down. But that wasn’t our routine; he usually went in first and then I would follow, so hopefully it would be the same today.

I sleep naked, so I slipped on some boxers and a T-shirt before creeping up the folding stairs. I heard Ant brushing his teeth and then the shower curtain being pulled back and the water being turned on. I padded gently over to the fan vent and laid down on my stomach on the wooden plank floor. I peered through the slats again and watched my brother getting the temperature of his shower water right. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of boxers. He stepped back from the tub and slipped his boxers down. His back was to me, so I saw his ass first. It was pretty skinny with some dark hair at the base of the cheeks. I have a bit of a meatier ass because I like to walk and do elliptical work and my cheeks are smooth.

Ant stepped over the edge of the tub and turned toward the shower spray. His back and arm were still blocking the view of my goal – I needed for him to turn away from the spray in order to get a full-frontal look. He picked up the soap and wash cloth and scrubbed down his arms, chest, and legs and rinsed them off. Then he picked up the shampoo bottle and turned away from the spray.

Then, at last, I got a look at my brother’s adult dick. The first thing I noticed was that he obviously never trimmed his bush since he had a huge tangle of dark brown pubes. (I keep my own bush trimmed back pretty closely.) His shaft seemed a pretty average length, maybe just a tiny bit longer than my flaccid cock. It was pale white and looked nice. 

Ant shampooed his hair, then squeezed a little more shampoo into his hand and soaped up his bush. He washed it just like the hair on his head. Watching him do this very personal grooming made me hard as a rock and I reached into my boxers to stroke my cock a little. I could feel a touch of pre-cum already. Ant rinsed everything off and I thought he was probably done, so I prepared to slip back downstairs. 

That’s when he grabbed a tube of shower gel and squeezed a generous amount into his palm. I guessed he was going to wash off again with the scented gel, but he surprised me by putting the entire glob onto his shaft. He started to work it on both the top and bottom sides of his penis. He began rubbing the length of his dick as it grew hard. Holy shit, this fucker’s going to jerk off in the shower! I thought to myself. I was so aroused I nearly shot my wad right then.  

Now, Ant was fully hard and fisting his meat. His erect penis was very similar to mine, about six inches long and pretty thick with a neatly circumcised helmet head. He was facing away from the shower spray to keep from washing off his lube, so I had a perfect view of his jackoff session. After about thirty seconds, he lifted one foot up onto the side of the tub. He was jerking with his right hand and he moved his left hand around his side and spread apart his asscheeks. He leaned forward a little and slipped his middle finger into his asshole and began to finger-fuck his man pussy. 

I was about to lose it and grabbed my whole cock through my boxes and began stroking it with the soft cloth. I tried to match my brother stroke for stroke and copy his rhythm. After a minute or so, he changed things up and stopped fingering his ass. He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger and put his dick through it. Now, instead of jacking his dick with his hand, he began to thrust his hips while holding his hand still. It was like he was fucking a pussy he had made with his fingers. I wondered if he was fantasizing about fucking the big-breasted chick in his dorm. His ass clenched as he thrusted and I was still wearing my meat out with the cloth from the boxers. My breath was shallow and I felt my orgasm rising. 

Ant braced himself against the shower wall with his left hand and bucked his hips even harder. Then he threw his head back with his eyes closed and roped out a long ribbon of ball milk, quickly followed by two more. They spattered on the wall and the tub edge. Seeing my brother’s cream finally made me lose it and I shot a huge, monster wad of cum in my boxers. It was all I could do not to cry out as my toes curled and the spasms of my climax subsided and left me feeling weak. Between the two of us, we did the family name proud in terms of volume of cum. It felt like there was a gallon of sticky man juice in my boxers, soaking my shaft and pubes.   

Ant was catching his breath post-orgasm too. Then he did something I also always do after a jack-off: he squeezed his shaft with his forefinger on the bottom side and his thumb on the top and pressed out another little glob of jizz. Clearing out the pipes, so to speak. I was excited to know that we had the same post-wank habit.

Then he did something I hadn’t done. He took that glob of goo and put it on his tongue and swallowed it down. I was so fucking excited I almost couldn’t move. But I wanted to have this bonding moment, even if he didn’t know about it, so I reached into my boxers and squeezed out my last drop and tasted it too. The bleachy smell of my release was thick in the attic air and the cum didn’t taste great, but it was still a turn-on to have this private knowledge about my brother’s jerk-off routine. He always seemed a little reserved, so it was hot to know that he had a little bit of a kinky side. 

He finally turned off the shower and reached for his towel. I quickly but quietly stood up on shaky legs and snuck back down the stairs into my bedroom. When I heard him go back into his bedroom, I raised the folding stairs as quietly as possible and tried to figure out what to do with my jizzy boxers. I certainly couldn’t put them in the shared laundry; they smelled like sex. I stuffed them into a pocket of my suitcase and decided to deal with them later. 

I sat on the edge of my bed and replayed what I had seen in my mind. I knew that I would never hear my brother in our shower again without wondering if he was getting himself off. I also wondered how many times I had showered just after he had rinsed a fresh load down the drain. One thing I knew for sure, the shower was going to be getting some of my spunk in the coming days as well. 

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The gym floor was not crowded at all. From the interaction he had with Chris in the locker room, Drew wondered what other surprises he is going to see from Bill as they workout.

“So. What do you want to do first?” Bill says as they walk up to a weight bench. There is already a rack of weights on it. Someone had walked away leaving it without re-racking the weights back on the weight stand.

“You go ahead. I’ll spot you.” Drew says as he gets behind the bench.

Bill looks at the weights. They are what he can handle. In fact, less than but he will do it. He wants to see what Drew will do.

He plops down on his back and lifts his arms up to grasp the metal bar.

“Uh!” He moans as he takes the weights on the strength of both of his arms. He lifts them from his chest back up to the full stretch of his arms. As he does this. A light sheen of sweat breaks out over his face and arms. But it is what is in his shorts that gets Drew’s attention.

The more Bill lifts the weights, the more his cock seems to grow harder inside his shorts. By the time he had done lift number TEN of the first set. There is a noticeable tent in Bill’s flimsy gray shorts. Bill’s lets his hand go there, playfully letting it bounce between his fingers inside the material.

Bill racks the weights and moves from underneath the bar. “Your turn.” He says as he stands and makes his way to the spotter position where Drew had stood. The tent obvious in his shorts.

Drew does not know what to do. He has never gotten hard as he lifted weights. After he was finished his testosterone was always fired up, yes, but never during, like Bill’s appears to be.

Drew assumes the position under the bar and lifts it as Bill had done. But as he looks up, he can see the inside of Bill’s gray flimsy shorts and the head of Bill’s cock on the shorts. He also sees up and through one of the shorts-legs. The man’s legs and ass-crack are filled with dark hairs, but this is what he had seen in the locker room but now this man’s cock and balls are looming over him as he huffs and puffs with the weighed bar.

“You okay man?” Bill says as Drew racks the weights back on the bench. “You looked flustered. It ain’t too much is it.”

“No. I am good. Fine.”

“You look like you have something on your mind, is all.” Bill says as he moves around on the bench to reposition himself for the next set. They plan to do 3 sets of 10 before the move on the next station. They are only on their 2nd set of 10.

Drew hesitates for a moment before he finally says something.

“Yeah, man, I do. How do you lift without anything on underneath of those shorts of yours? Aren’t you afraid you are going to pull something?” Drew asks as Bill rights himself again as the men look eye-to-eye. “Or hurt something?”

“Naw, I am aw-right. I guess you saw my hard-on, uh?”

“Couldn’t miss it man.” Drew says. “You get one every time you do a lift?”

“I do.” Bill says. “Did so back in high school, too, in the field house locker room. Never had much thought about it. I am so use to it. I do not even think about it. I just do my sets.”

“Uh-huh. Obviously.” Drew says as he looks down at his shorts. Not a rise or any sign he even has a dick inside of them.

“It’s not a problem is it?” Bill asks.

Drew shakes his head, “no.” But it was despite him saying otherwise. Again, he was surprised by the man he thought was this nerdy book worm. He is more confident than he thought. More confident than him, it appears.

They finish the sets on the bench press. Bill’s cock was noticeably hard in his shorts as he continued with their sets. But there began to appear a wet spot on the front of Bill’s shorts from the sap rising in his balls as he strained with each lift of the weighed down bar.

As Drew looked around the gym floor at the other guys lifting, he noticed that some of their shorts were doing like Bill was in his shorts. The men around him and Bill are all similar in age to them. The 20-year-olds have tented shorts after they lifted. Maybe he was doing something wrong. He did not get a hard-on when he lifted perhaps it was because of his tightie-whities pushing his dick up close to his body.

The pair worked on their chest and arms on this day. It was what Bill usually did, so they decided to stay with his regiment. But Bill always ran for 30-minutes on the treadmill to get some cardio at the end. Help the ole ticker he said.

They got on treadmills side-by-side and began their 30-minute run. Bill had inclined his treadmill slightly and started off at a faster pace. Bill was already awash in sweat from their workout and now he was drenched even more. He had a regiment that Drew had a hard time keeping up with. This had been more than he bargained for when he asked Bill if he could work out with him. But to look at what he thought was the quiet Bill at the apartments and the Bill from the local YMCA as they worked out. It was a two completely different men.

Bill pulls the raggedy red tee over his head and tosses it onto the floor. While he runs on the treadmill.

“Should you be doing that, brother?” Drew asks. “You are not supposed to take your shirt off. The signs say not too.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, brother.” Bill says as he whips his head about; the sweat being slung from his body. “They don’t say nothing to me, usually, I head to the locker room after my run.”

By this time Drew had already stopped. He could not keep up with this man who is two years younger than him. The guy was a powerhouse and full of surprises. As Bill ran his cock flopped about in his shorts. It was more noticeable now than when they were first on the bench. He was not as hard, but the wet spot had been swallowed up by the sweat as it took over the flimsy gray shorts that barely concealed what was underneath them. Bill’s hand constantly went to his cock as he stood, and as they lifted and now as he ran. He could not keep it away. But he was not hard. Drew that is and he wondered what was wrong with him.

Bill finished his 30-minute run down to the second and when the digital counter hit that last second, he steps from the machine. He was huffing and puffing and the hairs that covered his chest were wet from the sweat pouring forth from his pores.

“I feel alive now.” Bill says as he is hyped up on his adrenaline. Drew thought he was going to pound on his chest like Tarzan did in those old black-and-white movies, but he did not.

Drew had barely been able to keep up. He had tired-out half through Bill’s workout. He stayed nearby as a spotter for Bill’s sake, but he could not keep up with the man. And he gave up 15 minutes into the run. He was beat.

Bill reaches down and picks up his tee from the floor. “Time to hit the showers.” Bill says as he wipes the already-wet tee over his face and bare chest letting it soak up what sweat it could from his drenched flesh.

“Please put your shirt on Mr. Dearborn.” A woman’s less-than pleased voice comes from behind a desk in the far corner of the otherwise quiet gym floor.

“Will do Connie.” Bill says as he begins to lift the tee over his head as if to put it on but once he gets out of range and behind a wall, he puts it back to his side.

As they pass the table with the green towels stacked up Bill grabs two of them. “You’d better get yourself two. There is not going to be any inside.” Bill tells Drew as they walk towards the MEN locker room door.

Drew grabs two and follows Bill into the locker room. But he had been the follower throughout this entire trip to the local YMCA with Bill.

When Drew gets into the locker room. Bill is already completely naked before Drew can shed a lick of his clothes. His sweat-soaked gray shorts wind up in a pile on the floor along with the red sleeveless tee. These clothes are piled next to Bill’s discarded white Nike shoes.

The man looks even more powerful now. His body is all aglow in muscle-red from where he worked out and ran. He is standing a few feet from the fan that he has now turned on.

Drew is hesitant to strip off his clothes. He never played sports in school especially around an athlete like Bill. He has been naked in the locker room before, but he usually only lingered about for a short time. Showered and got out but this was not going to be unlike that he imagined.

He kicks his worn shoes from his feet and pulls his footies off. Next comes the tee over his head. He had sweated but nowhere near like what Bill had. His shirt was moderately wet from the workout. He grabbed either side of his shorts and underwear and pulls both down together in one fell swope. Now, he was as naked as Bill. But he lacked the same confidence, it seemed of his new friend. He threw them in a pile to match what Bill had done and heads off to the shower with one of the small green towels in front of him. Bill is still standing in front of the fan. It is not even big enough to even cover his cock and balls. He did not think to bring his own towel. He now wished he had.

He walked to through the door to the shower room. And went inside. On a wall opposite the hot tub there is a line of shower stalls with plastic curtains that barely covered the entrance way to the little area.

“I’d wish they’d take out these damn stalls. It is so bothersome.” It is Bill. He did not hear him enter behind him as he walked into the area. “It makes no sense to me.”

There was no one else in the room as everyone was out on the gym floor with what few guys that were there.

“Before you get into the hot tub, sauna or steam room. You have to shower each time.” Bill tells Drew.

“You get in all three of them?” Drew asks.

“Usually. But I do not stay for long. Unless I have to.”

Bill steps into the closest shower and turns on the faucet. He does not bother to mess with the plastic shower curtain to maintain modesty. It is not long before he steps under the hot spray of water and grabs the soap. The water cascades over him. He lifts his arms and soaps up his pits and then goes to his crotch and soaps up his dark pubes, but he lets the lather gather round his moderate erection. The boy must be clean.

Drew makes it down to the next stall. Closes the plastic shower curtain behind him and does the same. As Drew stands under the hot water, he soaps himself down washing like he was at his apartment. He hears Bill’s water cut off and hears Bill’s feet on the tiles as he walks to the hot tub. His feet squeak on the wet floor. A small splash is all Drew hears when Bill gets into the still waters of the hot tub.

“There is no need to take a full shower man. You will be back in there before we get into the sauna. I just give myself a quick wash. A once-over.”

It is then he hears the jets of the hot tub fire up and some low relieving sighs from Bill’s mouth as the heated water kneads his tired and exercised muscles.

Drew pulls the curtain back and steps out into the open. Bill can see all of Drew’s nakedness now.

“Man, you have a good body on you. You need to do some more intensive workouts and you would muscle up. Just like me.” Bill says as he slides over allowing Drew to get in next to him. Bill’s hands are under the water the whole time he has been talking to Drew.

As Drew steps up. And into the hot tub he can feel his ass crack being exposed to Bill. His balls and cock are relaxed from the warm shower and hang down. He is not used to being on full display.

“So. How do you like it?” Bill asks as his hands play with his cock and balls under the water. He is still playing with himself as he talks to Drew. And Drew is more than aware of it.

“You are a one hell of a beast, man.” Drew says. “A real beast.”

“I get pretty intense.” Bill says. “Sorry ‘bout that though. It was not until I started lifting in high school that I got so confident. I was scrawny and thin up until I became a sophomore and then I began to put on some muscle. I went out for the baseball team. Got on it and then played varsity, later.”

Drew nodded his head as Bill talked.

“You wanted to play pro?”

“I wasn’t good enough.” Bill says as he takes his arms out of the water and puts it on the rim of the hot tub. Drew is close to him that one of Bill’s outstretched arms is behind him. “But you do like it here, doncha? Enough to move your membership?”

“Yeah, I do.” Drew says.

Bill has opened his legs. As Drew looks down into the water, he can see Bill’s cock has hardened despite the heat of the water.

“Time to get out. The sauna is next.” Bill broadcast as he stands up in the still churning waters of the hot tub.

Bill’s cock is indeed harder than it was than when he first got in. His fondling under the swirling waters has excited him as well as having his audience of one. As he stands Drew can see Bill’s hardness as it breaks through the surface of the water.

“Oops, sorry ‘bout that.” Bill says. “I was playing with the boy.”

Drew does not say anything at Bill’s comment. But he is still taken back by Bill’s bravado.

Bill goes back to the shower he had left from earlier and begins to soap himself down, again. All Drew can do is watch. And he does.

Bill gathers the soap in his fingers and whirls it around causing white abundant lather. He takes it and smears it across his chest. His dark hairs in the center show easily in the lather. He further works the lather into the cracks, creases, and valleys of his hard-worked and tested muscles from the day’s labored workout. And to his head. And down to his dark bushy groin.

There is now so much lather he begins to work it across the hardened length of cock. He pumps harder and harder with his clutched fists around his cock as the lather increases.

And Drew sees all of this.

“Doncha get to hot in there, Drew. There is still the other two.” Bill says from the open shower stall as he looks to Drew with his hard-on in plain sight poking from the lathered pubes.

Drew stands. He finds that he too has gained a hard-on from Bill’s show that he knew was solely for his benefit.

Bill notices that Drew is now hard, too, as he lifts himself from the churning waters, but he chooses to not acknowledge it. He does not want to scare Drew away. It is finally getting interesting. It took him long enough. He has been teasing him for over an hour now. It is about time he sees some proof of his tempting.

“I’ll meet you in the sauna. It is the one with the wooden door. Don’t linger now.”

The bang from the wooden door of the sauna is heard as Drew gets under the hot spray of the shower, once again. He does a quick wash. Finishes. And walks to the sauna. It is still only the two of them in the back part of the locker room. No one has come in from the pool, either. The door to the pool is right outside both doors of the sauna and steam room. The doors each face one another.

Drew gets to the wooden door of the sauna and looks inside. Bill is seated with legs spread wide-apart against the back wall of the sauna. Both hands are on his cock as he strokes himself alone in the dry heat of the small space. Drew opens the door and walks in.

“You aren’t afraid that management is going to walk in.” Drew asks Bill as his hands goes to his cock to match the rhythm of Bill.

“I have jacked-off in here so many times with many of those guys out there on the floor. I do not worry about it. They’d lose all their male members if they threw us all out.” Bill explains. “And me and the manager have done the same thing after closing hours. I’ll be okay.”

Drew sits down across from Bill. Both men’s cocks are throbbing. And red. From the heat of the shower and the closed atmosphere of the small area of the sauna and from the mutual admiration between the two men. Things are about to boil over.

“I was wondering if you were okay with everything.” Bill says. “You gave me a lot of weird looks when were out there on the floor. Today.”

“I was taken back at first. But I thought, ‘what the hell’ and so I decided I might as well go with the flow, like you.” Drew explains. “When I got up out of the hot tub. I was ready.”

“Brother, I am glad you finally loosened up. It took you long enough.” Bill says. “It is no big deal. When I get to lifting, I get all hard. It is just how I am. And I must get off. I usually do it in the locker room or back here. But I shoot my load before I leave.”

Bill says his piece as he continues to stroke his cock. His cum begins to materialize atop the crown. He puts his hands to his side. And starts to steadily breathe. Getting back some control over his cock.

“Don’t bust a nut in hear. Though. It will show up on the wood.” Bill explains as his cock throbs from his groin.

“Brother, you have yourself one hell of a big dick.” Drew tells Bill. “How big?”

“I reckon I am about eight, maybe, nine inches.” Bill says. “You, brother, ain’t lackin’ in that area either, Drew.”

“Yeah, man, but I ain’t nowhere near as thick as you.” Drew says. “Mind if I touch it?”

“Go right ahead. Just do not tweak my cockhead. I’m liable to shoot at any minute.”

Drew reaches over and wraps his fingers around Bill’s swelled cock and gently squeezes.

“Not too tight, brother.” Bill tells Drew. “Not too tight.”

Drew eases off on his squeezing. They both hear the door open to the shower room from where they are seated in the sauna.

“Someone just came in.” Drew says with panic in his voice.

“Do not sweat it, brother. Do not sweat it. Cool yourself.” Bills attempts to calm Drew. “It is alright. I assure you. Let me leave first. Take a few breathes and calm yourself.”

Bill stands. His cock pointing out from his hairy midsection. The sweat runs off him like a waterfall over his well-developed six-pack of abs. The tapered sides of his crotch are all Drew sees once Bill passes awfully close to his face. So close that if Drew were to extend his tongue from his mouth; he would have been to able lick the tip of the Bill’s cock.

The door closes behind Bill as he exits the sauna. He can hear the banter between Bill and the unknown person. He feels safe enough to exit. His cock is still as hard as Bill’s when he left the sauna. He has had about as much of the sauna as he could take. He needs to cool himself under the cool waters of the shower before he steps into the steam room.

When he steps into the enclosed room. Bill and the unknown man are gabbing away. Bill’s cock is still hard, and the stranger has slowly begun to fondle that pulsing erection in front of his fingers.

“Not too tight, man. Not too tight. Drew, this is my friend, Walt. Walt this is Drew.” Bill says in his introduction of the two men.

Drew and Walt nod to each other. No more is needed to explain the current situation.

“Seems everyone here is sporting some wood but me.” Walt says.

“Well, you know what you have to do about that. Doncha?” Bill says.

Bill reaches for Walt’s cock and begins to slowly stroke it.

“Damn! Yours is big too.” Drew says about Walt’s rapidly growing tool.

“Don’t sweat it, man. It is what it is.” Bill says.

“I gotta get under the water or I am gonna fall out.” Drew says as he heads for a shower stall.

He does not bother to close the plastic curtain this time as he turns on the cool water, letting it drench him down. The water lowers his body temperature and begins to diminish his erection.

He can hear that Walt and Drew as they left the area behind him while he faced the showerhead. He reckons both men have gone into the steam room. Since that was next on the agenda. Bill never got under the shower though. Drew thinks as he walks from the shower to the steam room. He cannot see inside as he peers through the class door. All he sees is white steam.

He opens the door and speaks.

“Bill, y’all in here?”

“C’mon in.” Bill says sounding as if he is out of breath. “Close that door behind you, you are letting out all the steam.”

Drew goes into the room, but he cannot see anything. A white-hot mist fills the white tiled room. The sound of the gurgling pipes as more steam is dumped into the room is the only sound, as he gets familiar with the surroundings. There is a bench made of the tile that wraps around two walls. As his eyes adjust to the small space. He sees Bill. And Walt. They are opposite of him where he has found a spot near the other side of the room near the glass door.

Drew sees Bill’s ass. But he can barely make out Walt except for brief glimpses of him when Bill appears to move.

“Why doncha get over here, Drew.” Bill says as he appears to be ramming his body in the direction of what he thinks to be Walt. “Let him suck on that hard cock of yours while he lets me fuck his tender ass, brother.”

Drew realizes now what is going on. The motions he saw was Bill moving his ass backward and forward as he shoved his hard cock into Walt’s ass.

Drew moves and seats himself in front of Walt’s stooped stance. And opens wide his legs wide. Bill’s is pounding his hard cock into Walt’s hole.

“That man can suck’em some cock. Drew. Let him get a-hold of yours. He is damn good. I tell you.” Bill says as he continues to ram his cock into the bent man’s ass.

Drew slides around to where Walt is facing the back of the steam-blinding room and sits down on the tile bench. Before he can get in place, Walt has already gulped down his now hardened cock. Walt takes Bill, wholly, into his mouth.

“Whoa doggie!” Drew proclaims as his cock is swallowed by Walt’s mouth.

“I told he was good.” Bill says. “His ass can take a man’s cock like no other.”

Bill throws up his arms as he pivots in place using his body weight to slam his cock into Walt’s hole.

“I have never fucked anyone in the ass before.” Drew says as he is barely able to stay seated as Walt takes his cock from its tip to its base.

“Well get yourself over here then, Drew. Walt’s ass is a treat.” Bill says as he pulls out, slinging some of his sperm across the room. “Get a move on, Drew or I am going to hafta put my cock back in ‘em.”

Drew hurriedly gets into the position where Bill just left.  And Bill takes his spot as Walt goes down on Bill’s leaking cock.

“Oh fuck!” Bill hollers as Walt takes one swipe down Bill’s engorged shaft.

“Don’t take it easy, man.” Walt says after waiting a few seconds before Drew enters him. “Shove that cock in me.”

Drew centers himself at the entrance to the tall blonde man’s waiting hole. Drew is excited. This is more than he expected would happen today at the local YMCA.

“Whatcha waiting for, man, give it to me.” Walt says.

Drew does. He shoves his cock into Walt’s hole. He finds a rhythm in no time.

“Damn!” Drew says. “His hole is nice. Never fucked a man before.”

“You’ve already said that, but you are now. Well, we’ll have to remedy that more than just this one time.” Bill says as Walt resumes the sucking on his cock.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I am about to cum!” Drew yells. He did not want to, but he had been fighting against himself for a when he finally gave in and let Bill lead him. It had only taken him a few minutes. It had to be the excitement that set him off so soon.

“Doncha you dare pull it out! Give it to me! Give it to me!” Walt orders. And Drew does. He bucks and empties his full nuts into the tender raw backside of the man he met moments ago. It has been a while since Drew’s last fuck.

Walt resumes the siphoning with his ass muscles on Drew’s cock as he feels Bill’s cock swell in his mouth.

“My turn! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Bill screams as Walt clamps down tighter with his mouth onto Bill’s cock. Bill can barely contain himself as Walt gets all he can from Bill’s cock.

Drew pulls out of Walt’s hole at the same time Bill pulls his cock from Walt’s mouth.

Meanwhile. The door to the steam room opens. It is another one of Bill’s friends.

“Damn! I want a turn.” A man that Drew does not know steps into the steam room.

“I am sure he can take some more. My friend and I hafta go. C’mon Drew. Let’s get our asses outta here and into a cool shower.” Bill says as he steps out of the steam room. Followed closely by Drew.

“You having yourself a good workout?” Bill asks Drew before they step under the shower.

“Fuck yes!” Drew answers. “Fuck yes!”

“So, you think you may want to change your membership now?”

“It is a more than a possibility now.” Drew says with a smile creeping across his face.

They both shower and walk into the locker room. Drew understands now where the confidence that Bill has comes from. Drew is holding the sole green gym towel in his hand. Bill walks naked and dripping wet into the locker room.

When they get dressed. Drew goes without his underwear. Just like Bill. When the two get into Drew’s truck and before he can turn on the engine.

“Drew, brother, what happens in the locker room is just between you and I and whoever we are with. I don’t say nothing.” Bill says as he fondles his cock.  Drew nods his head, “yes.” “It seems I am getting hard again.”

“You can come up to my place when we get back. No one is there but me. Gary is out. I would like to get myself a taste of that cock if that is okay?” Drew says.

“I hoped you’d say that.” Bill says as Drew cranks up his truck. Bill squeezes the ever-apparent bulge in his tan-brown shorts. He is ready for more. He wants to see how far he can take Drew.

Just to let you know. Drew sucks a mean cock. -Bill.

The End for now

Todd closed the trunk to his car and got in the driver’s side. He was preparing to take a 20 hour drive to his hometown across the country. He had a later start than he wanted but he had plenty of things to get ready for the week out of town. As he headed down the road, he lost himself in the music of the radio.

Todd liked to make himself comfortable for long drives like this. Despite the weather being cooler out for December, he had on a light weight athletic T-shirt, a zip up hoodie and some basketball shorts. Being the horn dog that he is, he likes to freeball in his basketball shorts for long drives. That way he can fish out his cock when he’s bored on the road. Todd is nearing his 30s. He’s about 6 foot tall and 180lbs. His chest is hairy from not being trimmed for a few weeks. He lets his bush grow out a bit longer too — but nothing unruly. His soft cock hangs 4.5inches. He’s definitely a grower, not a shower. During his long drives he fondles his balls and the pucker of his foreskin. Just the attention on his dick relaxes him.

It was approaching midnight and Todd felt his eyes getting heavy. Due to his late start on the drive, he was only about halfway through with the drive. There was no way he was going to be able to drive all the way through.

He pulled over at a rest stop off the highway. He figured he’d take a piss break and check out a map. Maybe there was a motel nearby where he could crash for the night.

Once parked, he checked the thermometer reading on his dashboard and saw it was only 30F outside!

“holy shit!” thought Todd. “I’m gonna be freezing.”

He got out of his car and immediately opened the trunk for his bag. He rummaged around for his sweatpants, his legs starting to shiver from the cold of standing in the open air. He grabbed the sweatpants and headed inside the bathroom.

As he entered the bathroom, there was a row of urinals to his right and a few stalls just after. A big man in overalls was standing at one of the urinals and the sound of his piss stream echoed lightly in the bathroom. Todd walked by and entered one of the stalls. He lowered his basketball shorts and swapped them for his sweats.

He opened the door to the stall and began to return to his car. Then the urge to piss hit him.

“I was so cold, I almost forgot I had to pee!” Thought Todd.

So he took his shorts in hand and flopped them over his shoulder and quickly turned toward the urinals. The big man who was using the urinal when Todd entered was still standing in front of one. Todd stood two urinals down to the left of him. Todd reached through the waist band of his sweats and pulled out his 4.5 inch dick. He lightly pulled his foreskin back to expose his dick head and piss slit and let out his stream.

He could make out a slight view out of his peripheral vision of the man next to him. He angled his head a bit more to see better but to not look like he was peeking. The big man was about the same height as Todd. He had a big round belly that hid behind a pair of overalls. The man had a gray beard and a green John Deere hat on. Below, the fly of his overalls was open and a cock about 4.5-5inches soft was hanging out. Todd could make out a few gray pubes protruding out of the fly and at the end of the man’s 5 inch, soft shaft was the exposed mushroom head of a cut cock. At the tip was a little left over drop of piss, waiting to be shaken off.

Todd finished, gave his dick a shake and returned it to his sweats. As he made his way out of the bathroom he looked around for a map but couldn’t find one. In today’s day and age, cell phones worked great but he was in the middle of nowhere country and hardly had any signal. He did spot a vending machine that dispensed coffee and thought he might as well get a cup before hitting the road again. If he wasn’t going to be able to find a motel, he’d have to keep driving.

As he was making his selection on the vending machine, the man in overalls came out of the bathroom and stood behind him as if he were waiting to use the machine as well.

“Driving through the night?” the scruff man asked with a gravelly voice.

“Wasn’t planning on it, but I can’t seem to find a motel around to crash.” Todd responded.

“I gave up that motel crap a few years back. I got myself a sleeper truck for my long hauls.” The old man said. He pointed out the window of the rest stop to a semi truck cab. “Listen, I got a business card of a buddy of mine. He owns a motel about 15 miles north of here. Is that the direction you’re off to?”

“Yea…you think he’d have availability?” Todd asked.

“Only one way to find out. I gotta find the business card and give him a shout. Come out to my cab for a second.

The two of them walked outside into the cold and toward the man’s semi truck cab. The man opened the driver side door and climbed up and Todd stood behind.

“It’s gonna take me a min so you might want to jump in too to stay out of the cold.” The man shouted down to Todd.

Todd walked around to the passenger side and opened the door and climbed up.

“The business card is somewhere in my sleeper of the cab. Let me crawl back there and get it.

The man suddenly starts to unbuckle the clips of his overalls and lower the bib. He quickly looks over at Todd who is just confused with what is going on.

“Hey, sorry kid. These overalls are kind of tight for me to maneuver my butt back in the sleeper of the cab. Don’t worry, I ain’t funny.” The guy said.

Todd just looked a little weirded out but couldn’t think of anything else to do. So he just sat there as the man lowered the overalls off himself. The man was now just in his white T-shirt and red plaid boxer shorts. He then turned around and crawled over into the sleeper bed of the cab.

After a few moments the man reached for his phone and dialed a number he was reading off a small business card.

“Hey, it’s me Gary…” The man said into the cell phone. “Listen, this kid I met on the road is looking for a room for the night. Do you have any space?”

A few moments pass as the man listens to the response. He starts to frown and then shakes his head toward Todd. “Ok, man. Thanks for trying. Have a good one.”

He hangs up.

“Sorry, kid. Nothing available.”

“It’s ok. Thanks for asking.”

The man perches himself on the edge of the bed and faces toward the front of the cab where Todd is seated.

“My buddy who owns the motel is such a hoot. I wish you could have stayed there. I used to give him a shout whenever I was driving through and I’d stay the night. We had a lot of fun, let me tell you.”

Todd was thinking, oh boy…a talker. I gotta get out of here and quit wasting time. “Oh yea? Nice..well, I should be off…”

Todd turned to face the man in the back of the cab and wave him goodbye. As he turned, he noticed that the man’s red plaid boxer shorts had ridden up his thighs, exposing well above the knee of his thick, hairy legs. The man was leaning back a bit, eyes looking off to the wall and Todd could tell he was reminiscing of something. A little quiver of movement caught Todd’s eye. The man’s cock head was poking out the right side of his boxer shorts. Just by a couple millimeters, but Todd could make out a piss hole like a pro. It seemed like it was a little swollen. Was he getting a boner?

“I don’t wanna make it awkward, cause I gotta get going…but just wanted to let you know your good are uhhh peeking out a bit.” Todd said.

The man glanced down at himself and laughed. “Sorry man. Hard to keep the guys locked down in my shorts….” The man adjusted the boxers but by covering the tip of his cock, he made the bulge more prominent, showing off the lump his cock and balls made. “I don’t wanna be rude, but I kinda saw you go for a peek at the urinal…so I thought you wouldn’t have minded.”

“Oh…umm..” Todd was panicking. “I don’t think it was what you thought.”

“Oh, it’s ok” the man responded. “I like to compare with other guys and see what we all got. I glanced at yours too.” He winked. “Do you like to compare?”

Todd was frozen. The man reached his hand down over his bulge in his boxers and cupped it. He gave it a little jiggle.

“Yea..I umm, I guess I do enjoy it. You know…uhh..comparing.” Todd was a bit nervous.

The man moved both of his hands to his waist band and yanked down his boxers. There in front of Todd flopped out two bull balls and the full, thick shaft of the man’s cock. He exposed all of himself to Todd right there. “Let’s compare.” The man said.

Todd couldn’t help himself anymore. He was no longer nervous, he was hot.

The trucker moved over to the side of the edge of the bed and tapped the other side of the bed as if beckoning Todd to take a seat next to him.

Todd crawled out of the passenger seat of the cab and took a seat next to the man, who was stark naked from the waist down. Todd slowly pulled down his shorts, exposing his 4.5 inch, soft uncut cock.

The man looked down at Todd’s and nodded. “Nice man. Do you get big when you get hard?”

“I’m definitely a grower!” Todd responded. “You?”

“Oh, this fat man is no shower, I’ll tell you. I gotta rev up to show off my full potential.” The man laughed as he responded to Todd. “Can I see your ass?” The man asked Todd.

Todd wasn’t sure how to maneuver his body to show him. The cab was small and he couldn’t stand. He awkwardly put himself between the driver and passenger seats.

“Here, get on all fours on the bed here. It’s kinda awkward moving around the cabin…I know.” the man said.

Todd found it much easier. He turned onto the bed and got on all fours to the side of the man. His asshole was facing right at him then.

“mmmm” the man groaned.

From behind, Todd felt a hand on either ass cheek. They rubbed circles around and spread his crack apart. Then a the light movement of a calloused index finger traced his crack and caressed his asshole. Todd could feel his own cock starting to swell at this point. Then the two hands on either cheek spread open his crack even further. A wetness hit his hole. It was warm.

“mmmmmm” another groan came from the man. This time, the vibration of the groan lightly vibrated Todd’s hole. The man had stuck his face right in Todd’s crack and started licking around his hole.

Up and down his crack the man licked and swirled his tongue. He’d get to Todd’s hole and give his tongue a swirl and a poke into the hole. Then continue further down his crack to his ball sack and lightly tongue at his balls. This sent a shiver down Todd’s back.

Todd was hard by this time. The man pulled back from Todd’s ass.

“God, that made me hard.” The gravelly voice of the man said. “Let’s compare cocks now!”

Todd sat his wet crack back down onto the bed and saw the man’s engorged cock. It had grown twice in size and the thickness was intimidating.

“Wow!” exlaimed Todd. “That’s huge!”

“You’re pretty impressive too.” The man returned.

Todd’s cock was standing straight up. It reached 7 inches and the foreskin had retracted just over his cock head.

“I have to be honest.” Todd said “I dream of big cocks like yours in my ass.”

“Well, I’m obviously cut….that leaves me drier than your naturally lubing cock…most guys don’t like taking my dick dry.”

“I can fix that.” Todd responded.

He didn’t wait. He lowered his body toward the man’s thick rod and took the mushroom cock head into his mouth. He sucked down on the head and slid his mouth down the shaft of the man’s penis. His lips touched the base. His lower lip felt the wrinkly skin of the top of the man’s ball sack and Todd’s upper lip tickled by the pubes. He bobbed up and down on the man’s cock, really getting it wet with saliva.

The man groaned and moaned in ecstasy as Todd worked up and down on the man’s thick rod.

Todd’s cock started leaking precum. A light drop had stretched down half and inch off his dick head and dangled back and forth with the movements of Todd’s body. Todd pulled his head off from the man’s cock and reached for his own dick. He rubbed the precum over his cock head, lubing himself and he pushed his foreskin up and over his cock head. The pucker of his skin covered the head and a long drop of precum pooled at the tip.

“Let’s finish lubing your cock head.” Todd said.

Todd reached for the man’s dick and pulled it toward his. He lined the mushroom head up with Todd’s puckered foreskin and pulled the dick toward his. The pucker of his foreskin touched the man’s piss slit and Todd forced the skin over the thick ridge of the man’s exposed head.

“Oh nice.” The man said. He thrusted ever so slightly into the extra space in the skin.

Their cocks slid together and Todd could feel the man’s rough dick over his own dick head as they bumped and grinded together within Todd’s foreskin.

“There, all lubed up.” Todd said as he pulled the man’s cock head out of his foreskin. A string of sticky precum stuck between the two of them. The man’s cock glistened with saliva and the thicker precum on his head.

Todd got back on all fours on the bed and puckered his hole toward the man. The trucker raised his dick up to Todd’s hole and pushed against the opening. A quick jab of pain shot through Todd’s ass as the thick cock head pushed through his first ring. The man stopped with the painful gasp of Todd. The couple seconds was just enough for Todd to breathe out and relax. Only half of the man’s cock head was in Todd’s hole. He pushed further in and Todd’s tight hole swallowed the ridge of the man’s dick head. Todd moved back and forth slightly as the man’s lubed dick wet down Todd’s back door and the movement became easier.

Todd had been thrusting his ass back on the man’s cock and taking him in balls deep. The man started to groan and grabbed tighter along Todd’s hips. He felt the man starting to thrust on his own and he stopped pushing back on the man’s cock to give him the control.

Holding onto Todd’s hips, the man started to thrust harder and harder. His bull balls made a slapping sound as they hit across Todd’s taint. The man’s belly jiggled while sat on top of Todd’s ass.

“Oh fuck yea!” shouted Todd. He couldn’t believe the power behind each thrust. His hole felt wider than he’d ever been stretched. Todd pulled forward and the man’s cock slipped out of his hole. The tight hole made a popping sound as the man’s tip exited.

Todd pushed the man onto his back and straddled his lower half. He reached behind him and grabbed the man’s cock and lined it up with his asshole and slowly lowered himself onto the man’s shaft. He was riding him and bouncing hard. The thick, trucker laid there groaning and moaning, hands behind his head as Todd was bouncing his tight hole over the man’s cock.

Todd sat completely engulfing the man’s cock balls deep. He gyrated on the cock and tried to get the man’s cock to find his g-spot. He wasn’t getting it. Todd was lustful for total ecstasy and tirelessly searched for the position that would send him over the edge.

Todd got off the man’s cock and he laid himself on his back. The man looked over at Todd. Todd’s legs were in the air and his hole, open and hungry was pointed straight at him. The man got on his knees and entered Todd again and Todd let out a loud moan.

“Arrrrghhhh……fuck me, that’s it!” Todd breathlessly groaned. Todd reached for the pillow along side his head and brought it to his mouth. He bit down and closed his eyes and the man fucked harder and harder, slapping his cheeks with his bull balls and body.

Todd’s cock was endlessly leaking precum and had streaks of it painting his stomach. The man looked down as he was fucking him and reached for Todd’s cock. As he was fucking Todd he began stroking Todd’s rod.

This was it. It was enough to do Todd in. The man’s thick mushroom head was slamming into his prostate with every thrust and sending shivers down Todd’s spine. The warm hand over his shaft was bringing his sensitive cock to climax.

The man jerked Todd’s cock.

“Fuck me faster! Faster! You’re hitting it!” Todd screamed.

The man was slamming into Todd. Beads of sweat where dripping onto Todd’s body from the man’s brow.

Todd’s body let loose and lost control. “AAAAAHHHHH, I’M CUMMING.”

The sensation was too much. Todd’s legs tightened, his toes curled. He bit down on the pillow as hard as he could and a thick stream of cum blasted out of Todd’s cock. With each spasm of his rod, his hole spasmed around the man’s cock.

“Holy shit, you tightened around me. I can’t hold on either.” The man gasped.

A second and third rope of cum shot from Todd’s cock as the man kept forcing himself balls deep into his spasming hole. Then the man’s thrusts became irregular and syncopated as his orgasm was building.

The man tensed up and growled as his orgasm built. Finally Todd felt a spasm within his hole. The man’s cock shot thick ropes of cum into Todd’s hole. The man kept fucking Todd as he let go of his load inside of him.

Todd, covered in his own cum was breathless and riding out the end of the man’s orgasm. Once both orgasms subsided, he man pushed his cock fully back into Todd’s ass. They looked at each other breathless as they both felt the man’s cock deflate slowly within Todd’s hole.

While the man was catching his breath, he ran his fingers over Todd’s chest in Todd’s cum. He took his fingers to his mouth and sucked the load off.

“mmmm. sweet sweet cum.” The man said. “I love the taste of cum.”

Todd felt the man’s cock nearly slip out. The man looked down as the tip of his dick popped out of Todd’s used hole. He raised Todd’s legs in the air higher. Took his mouth toward Todd’s ass and licked at his hole with his tongue.

“mmmmm let it go for me, son.” the man said.

Todd pushed and his hole puckered over the man’s lips. Nothing came out. He must’ve shot hard for the load to be deep like that. Then Todd felt the warmth. He gave another push and the man’s cum load started leaking out of his hole.

The man lapped up the cum hungrily. Todd’s ass was a bit sore from the fucking but the massage of the tongue soothed him a bit.

Once the man set Todd’s legs down they were both spent and laid next to one another.

“It’s ok if you want to camp here for the night.” the man offered to Todd.

Todd didnt even respond. He closed his eyes and in pure bliss, he fell asleep with the big trucker.

What a start to the holidays.

So Paul and I had gotten together a bunch of times by this point.I really enjoyed being fucked by him and he enjoyed fucking my ass as often as he could.But I never knew how one night would change our relationship im such a big way.

Before that night Paul and I had had our initial hookup on election night at the hotel I rented. Of the 4 men I had been with that night, the first guy that came and fucked me, the bottom or the other top that participated in our foursome, none of them made their mark on me more than Paul.Paul and I had hooked up again in his car after I got off work and again in the same set up many more times.We had hooked up in a store restroom while my wife shopped. We had hooked up in a park a few times.We had attended a sex party that I had been invited to.We hooked up for a quicky at his place and a full night that I took off from work, while his girlfriend was out of town.He even took me to a gay bathhouse once as well.

Then came the night that changed it all.During the time Paul and I had been hooking up his girlfriend had went to visit her sister for a week.That was when we hooked up at his house.A few weeks later she left Paul.She had fallen in love with her boss and the week she went to see her sister she was actually out of town on a romantic sex filled trip with her boss.She told Paul she had fallen out of love with him and then fell in love with her boss.So now Paul had the place to himself.He wasn’t to upset about her leaving since he too had fallen out of love with her plus there was a lot of anger over how she did it.Since Paul had the place to himself we would be able to have fun there.The first time we decided should be more than a quicky.So we planned ahead.I requested the night off.I told my wife I was working and left early to run errands before work.Then I headed to my lovers place.I arrived and Paul welcomed me in.He offered me a drink and we sat on the couch and talked.While we talked I reached over and rubbed his leg.He began rubbing mine.Each of us directed our hands to the same place, each others cocks.I then undid his pants and pulled his cock free, it began to harden up.I began to stroke his cock and leaned in to kiss him.We kissed deeply.Then I broke our kiss and leaned down to take his cock into my mouth.Paul grabbed the back of my head and began pushing down his cock.I took as much as I could take.He then began thrusting up into my mouth.I sucked his cock for about 20 minutes.

Then I heard Paul yell out, “I’m cumming”.

He grabbed the back of my head and I took as much of his cock as I could into my throat.I felt him tense up and then felt the first splash of his hot cum hit the back of my throat.I gulped it down.Every shot of cum hit the back out my throat and every time I swallowed it.I swallowed his whole load.Then I pulled his cock out and laid my head in his lap as he messaged my head.We stayed lile this for a while.

Then Paul said, “We have all night.Are you hungry?”

“Well I had an appetizer, but I could go for some dinner,” I replied.

So we ordered some food thru grub hub and then had a few more drinks while we waited.He put some porn on for us to watch.And then we got fully nude.This is the way we would stay the rest of the night.

Our food came and we ate and drank our drinks.We did all this while we watched porn and rubbed each others cocks every so often.After we finished I climbed on his lap and began to kiss him.We kissed passionately as I rubbed my ass against his shaft.I began to harden.When it was fully hard I let it slip between my crack and rub up and down over my hole.We were getting really wound up.

“Let’s go to bed,” Paul said.

I climbed off him and he got up and took my hand and lead me to his bedroom.In the room he turned on some porn and turned to kiss me.We held each other tightly as we kissed.His tongue darted into my mouth and our tongues began to wrestle.Paul grabbed my ass cheeks in his strong hand and began to squeeze them and pry my crack apart.Then he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist.He carried me to the bed and laid me down.We was between my inviting spread legs.He began to dry hump me, sliding his cock between my ass cheeks.I was getting hot, I needed my.lover to fuck me and fuck me hard. 

“Fuck me, Paul.I need you inside me.” I said.

“Get ready for my hard shaft baby,” Paul said.

Then he reached into his night stand and took out a bottle of lube.He lubed my hole then his cock.He then placed the head of his cock at the entrance to my asshole.I felt him begin to apply pressure.The head popped in and he then began to shove all 9 inches into me.I let out a deep moan as I accepted his long rock hard shaft.I lived the feel of his cock entering me.After he was all the way balls deep in me he began his slow strokes in and out if me.

 “Fuck me baby,” I said.

“Take my cock,” Paul said.

He began to pick up the pace of his thrust.My legs were spread wide, feet high in the air flailing about with his every thrust.The sounds of our flesh slapping together with every deep thrust, filled the room.This combined with the sound of his bed springs squeaking, and the headboard hitting the wall.Smell of sweat and lube filled the air.Paul and I were grunting and moaning.The sounds and smells were a wonderful mixture that turned us on even more.

“Fuck me baby, this is your ass, take it,” I screamed.

“Uuuuh, your ass feels so good on my cock baby,” Paul said.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and began bucking my hips to match hos thrusts.The sounds of the bed and out flesh slapping spurring me on.I began flexing my asshole muscles milking his cock.I needed his load in me.We picked up the pace matching each others movements.

“I’m gonna cum,” Paul said.

“Cum in me.Load me up with your seed,” I screamed.

Paul gave a few more hard deep thrusts and then sank all the way into me.Then I felt his body tense and his cock head swell and knew he was about to unload into me.

“I’M CUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMING,” He shouted.

“GIVE ME ALL YOUR SEED.BREED ME.” I screamed.

Paul then unloaded into me what felt lie a gallon of cum.When he was done cumming he collapsed on top of me and we laid there lile that until his cock went soft and slipped out of my ass.Then he rolled off and we held each other and dozed off to sleep in each others arms.

I awoke an hour later, around 6 to Paul entering my ass from behind.We were still on our sides and he had lifted my right leg and was entering me.He began fucking me in this position.He reached around my waist and began stroking my cock as he began fucking me harder.We fucked like this for about 20 minutes and then he unloaded his seed into me.Then we cuddled some more.

About 30 minutes later he got up and said, “I’m gonna take a shower.Wanna join me?” 

“Sure be in in a minute,” I replied.

I heard the shower start and the door close.A few minutes later I got up out of the bed and headed for the bathroom.Paul was standing under the hot steamy water letting it run down his sexy body.I peed and then joined him im the shower.We began to kiss, Paul grabbing my.ass cheeks and squeezing them.Then he broke our embrace and reached for the scrubber and soaped it up.Then he began to wash my chest.He then moved to other areas of my body lathering me.up and washing my body.Then it was his turn and he handed me the scrubber.I added more soap and started to scrub him.Paying extra attention to his ass and his cock.When I washed his cock I stroked it a few times.It got hard and I knew he was ready for my.ass again.

I got a dirty idea.I was gonna have him fuck me in the shower.I turned around with my back to him and leaned against the shower wall and reached back and grabbed his cock and guided it to my waiting hole.We didn’t need lube with the loads he had already put in me.Once I lined up his cock to my hole I backed up and sunk down the whole length of his shaft and took him all into me and began sliding back and forth on his cock.Paul took the hint and began fucking me hard.He grabbed my hips and began pounding me.The sound of our bodies crashing together with the water flowing between us echoed throughout the bathroom.

Paul fucked me hard and fast in that shower. His strong hands gripping my hips and his rock hard shaft pounding my hole into oblivion.

“Ungh, ungh, ungh, fuck my hole baby.Give me your load.I need it bad.” I grunted.

Paul began to fuck me harder.My hole was feeling well fucked, but I didn’t want him to ever stop fucking me.He fucked me for another 10 minutes and then unloaded inside me one more time.Then he pulled me back to him in a standing position with his cock still hard and still deep inside me and turned my head so that I could kiss him.His hands wandered up my chest and then down to my hard cock.He then began to stroke my cock.As he stroked my cock he began to thrust into me.This made his cock begin to harden again.Pretty soon he was thrusting up into me and stroking me at the same time.This time we lasted a little longer.After about 15 minutes of me being stroked I felt the orgasm well up in my balls. I announced to him I was cumming.He stroked harder and then I felt my balls tighten up and the load flow up my shaft.Then It erupted out of me and hit the shower wall.My ass must have clenched on his cock because he announced he was cumming again.He then unloaded inside me.

After we came down from our ecstacy of our two shower fucks we separated and rinsed off and then turned off the water and dried off.He led me to the bed and we got in it together and cuddled.He then asked me if I wanted another drink.I told him yes and he jumped out of bed and left the room.

A few minutes later he returned with two glasses of red wine.He handed me mine and we toasted to our wonderful sex.Then we drank our glasses and cuddled up watching the porn that was paying on the bedroom tv.We needed to recover from all the fucking we had done.

After about an hour of watching porn I looked over and noticed his cock had hardened up again.He was ready for more of my hot hole.I began to suck his cock to make it extra hard.Then I climbed up and straddled his waist and lowered myself down onto his glorious cock.I impaled myself into his 9 inches.I sat there for a few seconds and then began to bounce up and down on his cock.I rode his cock for nearly an hour and then he exploded into my bowels.I could swear I could feel his cum shoot all the way up into my belly. After he came I collapsed onto him and we held each other.

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 9:15.We had about 2 more hours and then I would have to leave.I needed at least two more loads in me before I left him.I knew he needed to recover so I wasn’t sure I could get it but I was gonna try.

We rested for about 30 minutes, then I took his cock into my mouth and sucked it.I wanted to get him hard again so I could get another load.After about 5 minutes of sucking he was ready.I got on all fours with my ass in the air and my face buried in the pillow.I wiggled my ass back at him to let him know I wanted his cock.He didn’t disappoint.After about a minute he was deep in my ass and pounding away.He pounded me hard in this position for about 30 minutes until he bread me deeply.I had lost count of the loads he had put in me tonight, but I wanted one more before I went home.It was now 10:20 and I was determined to get that last load.I let him rest for about 30 minutes again, because that seemed to be enough time to get his balls filled up again.

After the 30 minutes I began sucking his cock again.Then we got into a 69 position and sucked each other in this position for about 15 minutes.If I was gonna get me load in my ass I had to get his cock in me soon.I mounted him.and began riding him.I rode him for about 10 minutes and then he rolled us over staying in my ass.He rolled us into a missionary position and began fucking me harder than he ever has before. The bed was squeaking the headboard was banging, our flesh was slapping.The smell in the air was a mixture of sweat, lube, and cum.My legs were spread wide.I was grabbing his ass and pushing him into me while squeezing his ass cheeks. We quickened the pace of our thrusting and bucking. We were breathing heavy.We were moaning.We were grunting.A mixture of sounds and smells filled the room.They were turning us on and driving us to our lust and passion.I was in heaven with this manly stud fucking my horny hungry hole.

“I’m close baby,” Paul said.

“So am I.Lets cum together,” I replied.

Uhhn, uhhn, uhhn, uhhn,” Paul said as he thrust deep into me over and over.

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh,” I moaned as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and sunk my nails into his back.

Paul increased his pounding, I began to buck up to meet his thrusts.I tightened both the grip of my legs and arms.I pulled him deep into me.He thrusted a few more times and then I felt Paul tense up.I knew he was there.His cock head swelled inside me.My balls began to tighten up.I knew we were gonna cum together.This sent me over the edge.

“I’M CUMMING IN YOU BABY,” Paul shouted as I felt the first spurt of cum shoot deep inside me.

“I’M C-C-CUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMING TOO,” I screamed.

We held each other tight as we both rode the wave of our mutual orgasm.He had cum.in me so many times.He had fucked me so much I was truly satisfied.I felt Paul’s cock soften and fall from me followed by some of the cum he had shot into me as we drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up I realized the sun was coming thru the blinds.How did I get home? I don’t remember drivinghome. Then I felt Paul’s arm around me and realized I was in Paul’s bed.I jumped out of bed in a panic and began looking for my clothes.

Paul woke up and said, “Shit its morning.”

“I know I gotta go.I am so fucked.” I said.

We headed for the door and he kissed me goodbye and slapped my ass as I walked out.I got into my car and began the drive home.What would I tell Janice.When I got home she was gone.I was fucked I couldn’t sneak in and pretend I just got up early.I realized I smelled like sex and jumped im the shower.While I showered I figured I would say I brought the keys home and got up early to take them in at 5 when they came in and would need them and then I got breakfast.But that plan was ruined when Janice came home and walked into the room just as a text came into my phone.She looked at it and saw Paul’s text.

It said. ” Did she buy the excuse? Are you ok baby?”

Then she looked thru all our texts that I forgot to delete, talking about him fucking me and giving me his load.She knew the truth.

When I came out of the bathroom she was sitting on the bed with tears in her eyes and a look on her face that said, I hate you.Next to her on the bed was my phone opened to Paul’s texts.

She said one thing, “Get out.”

“Let me explain honey,” I said.

“Just leave you fucking faggot.We are though.I hate you.Go to your lover,” she screamed without looking at me.

I packed my bags and left.I began driving and drove as I cried.I drove aimlessly unsure where I was even going.When I finally stopped I was in Paul’s driveway.I sat in the car and cried.Paul saw me outside and came out to check on me.I rolled down the window and looked up at him with tear filled eyes. 

“She through me out.She says we are done,” I said, “I think I am getting divorced.”

Paul helped me into the car and then went out for my bags.We sat on the couch him holding me.and reassuring me it would all be ok.He kissed me and held me.Then I laid my head in his lap as he messaged my head and back.I fell asleep in his lap.

Three hours later I woke up and looked up at Paul.He asked me if I was hungry.I nodded.He reached for his phone and ordered us lunch. When lunch got there we ate it and watched tv.After we ate Paul held me in his strong arms.I felt safe in his arms.We watches tv for hours like this him holding me and me crying from time to time.He ordered dinner and we ate and then watched a little more tv.

Around 9 he said, ” Let’s go to bed.”

He tool me by the hand and led me to the bedroom.He undressed me and then himself.Then we crawled into bed and he held me and began kissing me.Then we had sex.But this time Paul didn’t fuck me.There was no hard pounding.We had slow passionate sex.Lots of kissing and gentle touching.Paul made love to me that night.After he was done and he had came in me, we cuddled in the spoon position with me wrapped in his strong manly arms.We fell asleep.

But just as I was falling asleep the last thing I said was, “I love you, Paul”

I didn’t know what my future held. Was I getting divorced.How would my new life without Janice be.We had been together for 4 years.What I did know that things changed between Paul and myself that night.Our future was looking pretty good.

To be continued………..

During the 1997 strike of U.P.S. delivery service, I had the pleasure of living these words.

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It’s about three AM, Wednesday morning.

Once again, I find myself on Rene-Levesque, Boulevard, taking a walk.

After the nightclubs close their bars, I just have to take a stroll in the open air. The main reason being was to clear the smell of the stale smoke, out of my lungs and off my clothing. Getting my mind cleared of its beer fog, and some normal human function returned.

What a fucking downer!

The air out here is almost as polluted as the fucking air in the clubs.

There is little, to no traffic in this area, it should also be a little quieter, or at least I had hoped it would be.

I had crossed over to the south side of the boulevard, just to be out of the area travelled by the local hookers; male and female who ply their trade after the bars closed.

There was a bicycle path installed along the southern side of the boulevard,  it ensured that cars were thus kept at a safe distance.

The drunk straight college kids from out of town, tend to cruise along this area of the gay village, to harass the gays as they left the clubs.

According to a Sociology study done at University of Quebec in Montreal. It was also well known as the area where young straights first realize that they too were gay.

I was headed west, away from the Gay Village, nearing the Berri street metro area, just to get out of the busy cruising area. There was no metro at this time of night, but it was surely the best place to hail a cab.

I had just finished my rounds of the clubs, bars, and tavern of Montreal’s gay village.

There had been nothing of interest, nor any one of interest, so why hang around.

I had, had my limit of beer for the night. My bladder was strained, but there was no safe place to take a piss.

Montreal’s police are still quite homophobic and, taking a “piss”, on the side of the road would be a little foolish, they are always looking for a reason to carry out a crackdown in the gay village.

I was shaking my head, thinking to myself when, the screech of brakes, made me jump and yelp out. “Christ!, fucking idiots!” without seeing anyone.

Startled, I turned to my right quickly, just as a black metal wall, of the delivery truck stopped abruptly beside me, filling my field of vision, and forcing me to take a step back, to take it all in.

After the initial surprise, I realized that my thinking had slowed down as usual, after an evening of drinking in the bars.

Again I was shaking my head, but this time, it was in hopes of clearing the fogginess from my brain.

The cab of the truck had entered my field of vision, and I thought I was seeing someone I knew, behind the wheel. At least that’s what my brain was telling me even if my eyes were a little out of focus, my vanity had pushed me to leave my glasses at home.

“Fuck!” My jeans were even sticking to my legs. The evening air was so damn hot and sticky, 97% humidity. “Christ!” Sweat was running down, the middle of my lower back and into the crack of my ass.

My sexual needs had been my principal reason for going out tonight.

I was now, as hot as the weather. I could almost smell my own pheromones, being sent out by my sweat glands.

I put my hand behind me and into the belt of my jeans, wiping the sweat that rolled down my back and also to tuck my T-shirt back into my jeans and use it to wipe away some of the sweat. It was such a simple gesture but oh so necessary in this heat.

Then there it was again, two street corners east, of where it had started, the same fucking sound and the same god damned delivery truck. “Jerks!”

God how I was glad the city had the brilliant idea to put its bicycle path along this artery in the centre of the city. It afforded some sense of security while walking this usually busy thoroughfare.

“Christ the weather was hot!” Now I’m talking to myself.

The delivery truck had stopped again but this time I was walking towards it!

They had also turned out their headlights; those yellow one is their parking lights, used when delivering.

“I don’t have to be afraid.” I mumbled to myself. With the bike path where it was, it gave me an advantage, with respect to the truck and its occupants.

“So no need to worry.” I thought to myself looking at the windshield of the truck for some sort of sign.

I squinted as I looked again at the windshield; I saw nothing, no one.”Now let’s not get too paranoid here.” I was telling myself out loud so as to make it more official.

If by any chance the truck doors were to open and if it were a bunch of nuts, like anti-gay, or homophobic psychopaths that were to pour out of its doors. “Hello funny farm calling! ME!” You can be sure, I would have been gone in a flash (my mother did not raise any fool nor a brave idiot).”

Let’s be logical, I’m a good-sized person, 6′ 2 and over 200 lb, and in a sprint I would not be left behind. I know that there are surly deliveries made at around this hour every morning, BUT! On the other hand, there is no building along this stretch of the boulevard, not even a house.

“What the fuck’s happening?” I shook my head trying to shake some of the alcohol out of my system.

“Don’t look straight at them, I heard or read that somewhere.” I didn’t dare look at them at first, but I just felt compelled to take a glancing look at the truck.

“It’s brown,” I said aloud, not black, as I had at first thought.

A “UPS truck”, “fuck, of course!” “OK now, breathe through your nose.” I was saying out loud to myself.

Then I squinted my eyes and as a sudden and maybe hopeful thought crossed my dirty mind, “I’m being cruised (Too Much!), but come-on let’s be realistic,” “who would be cruising in a delivery truck”. Then I thought of my white beard and my 60 years of age. That’s a bummer.

I was smiling to myself, my lips formed a slanted smirk of a smile on the side, like Jean Chrétien “But that’s absurd, I have to wake up, I laughed to myself.

I know there are still those who like older daddy bear types. To certain people I may even look younger under the street lights.

“Yeah and Santa Claus is only a 25-year-old stud.” I giggled to myself.

As I got closer to the door of the truck’s cab, I notice that all the windows had been tinted; even the windshield. More than tinted they were like mirrors, reflecting everything.

The face that I thought I had seen earlier was actually my own reflection, now there I was laughing, all alone on the street. I smiled to myself, saying “stupid!” but trying in earnest to look nonchalant as was possible.

Still after having passed the truck I realized again that it was actually following me, step by step, very slowly it was backing up to keep alongside me.

My paranoid side had been reactivated and it was even in overdrive. “People in the truck are perhaps aware that they are freaking me out and are enjoying a good laugh.”

The heat of the evening is fucking with my imagination. “Christ this heat is killing me,” I said herself.

The delivery truck sped off and as I turned to look it abruptly made a U-turn in the middle of the street then drove further up ahead of me. Another U-turn and it was again facing me and approaching slowly.

I had the urge to sprint across the street and run up a side street. No, I had decided I would continue to walk in the same direction. When I got to the hood of the truck, I noticed that the window on the passenger side began to open. There was no noise to be heard, only the slight suspicion of movement and a reflection of light off of a metal object or something. I took a deep breath, so as to give myself a little courage. “Fuck no!”A drive-by?” My heart was pounding in my chest.

Arriving level with the truck and my courage in both hands, I crossed the bike path with two bounding steps, I placed my two hands into the opening on the passenger’s side window and took hold while my two feet hopped onto the running board.

“I don’t see anyone!” “What the fuck! Who’s driving this rig?” “Fuck it’s dark in there.” I thought aloud, while squinting to better see through the darkness. The dim street lights and the alcohol were assuring that my eyes were adjusting as slowly as possible to the dark interior.

“There are two people in there, I can see their outline.” No question of seeing their facial features, it was much too dark. The tinted windows gave them a bluish hue. “Nice ass!” Spoke a voice, in English. “What?” “What did you say? What do you mean?” Now that will surely impress them, I thought as I stepped back. “You have a nice bear ass.” “Don’t you speak English?” Not the place one hears English spoken with a southern American accent. “Sorry I was taken aback.” Christ! Why was I saying I’m sorry? Sorry for what, being dense?

“You on the lookout for a good fuck to go, maybe you’re into a master/Slave trip as we say?” “Cause in back here we got us just what you might need. We have some wild dudes tied up back here that need some good hard-ass play. “

The person who spoke to me, spoke quickly with a deep voice full of virility and sensuality, but at the same time a little harsh and yet sympathetic.

Without having seen their faces and also to overcome my fear, in as deep a voice as I could muster, I said or rather I shouted,

“Yeah, you bet, why not!”

I must have sounded like a complete idiot.

I was hoping that my effort to appear nonchalant had not backfired. I wondered whether I had really understood the words that had been said, “Do these guys really have someone tied up in the back of their delivery truck???? A UPS truck?

Had I heard right, they had asked me whether I wanted to have sex with them. To use them? “Sure why not, my mother didn’t raise any idiot,” I blurted out without hesitation. At the same moment in time, I was not sure that was either totally true or totally convincing, Ambivalence loomed again!

I did not feel that brave at this moment; my conscience was oscillating and a little vague.

I knew that what was happening to me was just weird. Things of the sort do not happen in Montreal. ¨This only happens in Russia, or Afghanistan, not in North America.” Just the same it excited me in a lurid way.

“They’s been naked for over four hours” “They’s been hogtied like any good little piggy should be, waiting to be useful to someone like yourself” “Just you take yourself a good long look back here and see if this don’t make your mouth water and your dick harden.”

The guy in the passenger seat got up and disappeared around his seat, then reappeared as he opened the sliding door from the inside. He was dressed in a white tank top that showed off his ample physique and leather chaps with a leather bulge at the crotch. He was also bare-footed. I heard a click or snap of a button, that made me jump and the interior of the truck was washed with a powerful light.

“I cannot believe my eyes.” My inner voice snapped.

On two large wooden “Xs” suspended from the roof were two of the most beautiful specimens of male bodies that I had ever seen in person. Only in books and film does one see these kinds of studs.

They were about 20/40 years of age.

On the cross, furthest from me was a fair-skinned chap approximately 6′ tall. On the first cross `in front of the door was a beautiful tanned, brown body covered in hair, from toes to neck, covering all of his 5′ 8” body.

Both men have letters painted on their shaven heads. On the fair one, there is a huge “D” and on this one right in front of me, there’s a “G”.

They are drawn out face down, on the crosses, their feet, arms and thighs, attached to the X with large black leather restraints. Across their backs and shoulders, they are restrained with the same type of binding placed over the shoulder and attached to the strap across the chest. At the inverted V of the Xs their sex organs hang loose, I can see that they are equally both well endowed sexually. The guy with “D” on his skull has to be the biggest for the moment. It hangs down between his legs alongside his large balls which are as big as goose eggs.

A large black, soft, rubber band, of approximately 3 inches wide is firmly attached over their eyes.

The light-skinned body “D” is smooth and had been stripped of any and all his body hair except for the day-old facial hair. Then my attention was drawn to their assholes where huge “butt plugs” were inserted with bright metal rings attached to them, from which hung leather belts.

I was NOT going to look away from this scene that’s for sure.

As I was looking at the plug-in “G’s” as the other voice spoke. “They’ve both been well cleaned out and well tested.” “Loki here, check it out.” With a sound of suction the giant stopper in “G’s” ass is yanked out. In one sudden pull. And it was left to hang from its “O-ring in the roof of the truck.”G’s” ass was wide open and gaping about 3 inches wide. “Ain’t that the most inviting hole ya ever seen a boy?”

“This one here’s been getting fisted for the last three days” “Hey, he wants to get fucked so bad, he ain’t got any need even to jack off any more. He cums almost the minute his ass gets plugged with something hard.” “Looky here, ye can even get four fingers to the knuckles into his box with no lube.” With that said he shoved half his hand into” G’s” man cunt. I was perspiring and it had nothing to do with the weather or the temperature outside.

My cock was straining against my jeans… . And my bladder was still full.

I was trying to concentrate on the other two guys, the faceless driver and his passenger (OK, I was not to ignore or even look away from “D and G” but can I trust these two?)

Both the faceless guys were Americans in town with their master according to their account. “Who was their so-called Master Mr Seli… sounded Egyptian or something of the sort? The driver was approximately 45 years old, a beautiful catch and fully outfitted in leather, even a leather baseball cap (sure, why not?) With my request to know its name, he removed his cap and shows me his shaved skull. A large dark blue letter “B” had been inscribed or tattooed. “B’s what my master calls me, nothing else.” “When the master needs service he hollers out you and your letter all best are set to answer, because he doesn’t like to wait.” The tank top guy, without saying a word, leans towards me and shows me that he too is marked with a letter. He has a “C” in dark blue ink on his skull. He’s approximately 35/40 years of age, large, a good 6′ 4, in a white tank top that lets little to the imagination. He threw me a smile showing all his teeth, as only the Americans can do, not a word.

According to their conversation, there were four other Americans in town doing as they were. As I understood there were an “E”, “F”, “H” and “J” downtown in another truck.

They had orders from their MASTER to have these two new “slaves/recruit”, fucked by as many men as possible, before their master would undertake their transformation into real functional slaves. I was still outside and the door was open. “Best you come inside before someone else passes. I took the two steps up into the truck in a single stride. As the truck’s door slid shut the bright light was replaced almost instantly by a red light.

“OK stud let’s help you to get out of them there rags of yours.” It’s “B” talking to me but it’s “C” who’s proactive, from behind me, he slid his hands under my T-shirt massaging my nipples. His hands are fresh, almost cold and its fingers are alive, and fast, tracing over my abdomen into my belly button and just under my belt… The slight pressures from his fingers tips make my bladder appear even fuller, my nipples hard and I’m craving more.

“B” has his hot mouth on my erection through my jeans, I notice that at the same time he is masturbating “G” from underneath bending it up for me to see, it’s a beautiful 8″ 1/2 with a nice curve. I also notice that “G” does not move a muscle.

“C” has my T-shirt removed and “B” has already peeled my jean down around my ankles leaving my boxers, then they too were slid down slowly. My eyes are fixed on “C” who is showing the huge butt plug in and out of “D’s” bottom. I finally hear for the first time, the sounds of moaning on behalf of both captives.

“You can be the first to fist this fuck hole if you’re so inclined.”

His hand appeared to rises from under “D” within enormous dildo, he slips a condom over the head, “Looky here boy”, without much ado or ceremony “C” shoved the instrument in, to the hilt into “D’s” butt hole. The huge instrument slid in without any trouble and only a whimper from “D”.

“Been used often enough for cocks and dildos but no fist as of yet and he’s been begging for it all evening.” “Ain’t that so “D”?”

“Please SIR; yes please Sir FUCK ME, FUCK ME good.”

Those were the first words from “D” and it sounded like he was hungry for tail.

“B” already had my balls in his hot mouth. He drew them down between my legs making my prick bounce around in mid-air. (POOF) and in a puff of air, I was naked, I was barely aware of my shoes, socks and boxers being removed.

I wasn’t going to lose time and my hand had already begun to worm its way, under “D” to take hold of his beautiful 9″ uncircumcised prick and with my other hand I was playing the enormous black dildo, in and out of his tight rosebud.

A popper was inserted into my nostril and without even thinking I was inhaling a long deep puff through my nose. The rush was immediate, I was soaring and every nerve of my body appeared to have been stimulated. I could feel someone’s mouth, one on my 7″ 1/2 hard shaft, and the other licking my ass hole as they spread my cheeks.

A cock ring was being attached around my prick pulling ball hairs. “Watch the fucking hair,” I shouted.

The mouth on my prick slides off and is replaced by a condom then I slipped between the legs of “D” or rather I was placed between his legs. A condom slipped over my hard on almost unnoticed. I was their puppet, I was sure that “D’s” bum hole was to be loose; surprise! It was warm and tight as a man cunt should be. I was inserted like a robot. Once in I was hoping to let my cock-head relish the warmth of his chute when I was pushed unceremoniously into his inner depths in a single blow. I was in heaven! I could feel my testicles slap at his large nuts with each push of my hips as the head between my cheeks became more insistent. I was sure he had full intention of munching on my prostate that was if he could just get to it.

Behind me I felt an enormous leather pouch rub up against my buttocks and my lower back. Two powerful arms encircled my chest so strongly they took my breath away. With both his hands, he was working on my pectorals and nipples.

If I were to relax now, I would be shooting a load of sperm into the hot man cunt.

Again a mouth was in place between my legs to receive and lick my large nuts after they slapped into “D’s” balls. My prick slammed into and slid out of “D’s” hot ass accompanied by a sound of licking and sucking from beneath me. I had my left hand in the middle of “D’s” back and with the other I was rooting about in “G’s” bottom. It was lightly lubricated, the perfect Ali Baba cave, and I was looking for treasure. In no time I had three fingers on his prostate and was attempting to draw it towards me.

The mouth in under me had licked me so much that my balls were wet to even being saturated with saliva. It was now migrating north up between my legs and relieving the pressure of the leather codpiece on my buttocks and there it began munch on my arse. The poppers had not stopped being placed in front of my nose and I automatically snorted filling my lungs and head, I was sure my head was going to explode.

Then I felt a well-lubricated cock and balls being rubbed all over my lower back, and the lubricant being mixed with the saliva that covered my balls and anus. They were surely attached to the hands on my nipples and he pulled me closer to his chest as the cock and balls slid up and down the slit of my ass.

With each blow as I pushed into “D’s” but, my orbs would slam into his balls and as I pulled out again they would slap into the chin of the guy munching on my rosebud.

I passed my right hand behind me to grope the cock and ball slapping about on my buns. I could not get my hand around the fucker, it must be a good 10 inches and as round as a can of coke. I had my hands full and it wasn’t even hard yet. I began to massage it with a slow to and fro motion. To my excitement it began to inflate and I was even more at a loss to estimate its real size. The person was wearing a pair of chaps! It was “C” he was the one who did all the talking so far, but now he was silent.

I heard noises in the darkness; a pair of trousers with a metal belt buckle as it falls on the floor of the truck and another sound, the rustling of leather. Another blow of poppers and the hand that held it to my nose stepped in front and straddled “D’s” backside. He was naked and I mean naked, because he does not even have a single strand of hair anywhere, not the least. I could not tell what his real hair colour was. His head was covered with a leather hood, with an opening for the mouth. I could see his teeth, it was “C”. He sat on “D’s” back, straddling his hips. He leaned back holding onto the straps that held “D” and the X-frame in place. His nipples had been pierced and a gold chain in the form of a “Y” had been attached and ran down to equally gold cock ring around a beautiful large 10 inches of rosy-white man meat. In a flash I had leaned forward and with ease, I had the head of it in my mouth. I was having some difficulty getting as much as I would have liked to have got into my mouth. “I have false teeth,” I mumbled. I hear a voice shout “take me out” and I did what I was told and “B’s” hand appeared and took them. I again positioned myself on “C’s” humongous tonsil tickler without losing the rhythm, of my, in and out strokes as I fucked “D’s” hole. Another puff of the poppers. I had “C’s” testicles in my right hand twisting them and pulling then towards me and his ten-inch monster cock halfway down my throat. There was a lot of deep breathing and a lot of “ye” but nobody spoke. The hooded rider took my head in both his hands and was pumping my head onto his cock, I had to let go of “C’s” humongous tool and grab on to something to stabilize myself. “C” was using the same rhythm as I was as I pumped my cock into “D’s” buttocks when I pulled out he shoved my head onto his shaft. Behind me “B’s” fuck pole was hard and my orbs were slapping on its head with each swing as I slide out of “D’s” ass and back towards him. With his right hand, he had his balls pulled taut up in the air and was rubbing them in the saliva, up and down the crack of my ass. Another popper, SNIF. SNIF.

Behind me “B” had embarked on another trip with his left hand full of lubricant, he was rubbing it all over my cock, my balls, my asshole and even into the hair of my pubes and along my shaft. His fingers were playing in and around “D’s” ass alongside of my prick masturbating me as I fucked.

And in the time that it takes for me to describe the scene, “B” had his own cock in “D’s” hole. “B” was sliding it inside alongside my cock. Now I was prevented from even moving my hips; I was his captive with the weight of his hips on my buttocks. He, on the other hand, his shaft piston in and out of “D’s” hole, forcing my testicles up and out of his way but crushed by my own pubes…

“C’s” hands on my head were becoming more insistent, forcing my throat to accept more of his monster fuck pole until I had it all into his pubic hair. Another sniff! I had tears with the eyes and the nose was running I had “C’s” shaft down my throat.

I felt my prick, imprisoned “D’s” bottom of and pleasantly rubbed the right way by “B’s” poker. In one sudden stroke “B’s” pipe was removed. Then I feel my hips drawn slowly back and my prick is withdrawn from the warmth of “D’s” sluice, the condom was removed with a loud resounding snap and replaced by a hot mouth. “C” isn’t ready to remove my mouth completely from his cock, he’s just teasing my mouth sliding out to the head and plunging it again into my gullet.

My 7 and a half-inch pecker is no match for these big guns but “B” does not seem to be complaining.

“If you do not slowdown, boy, I’m going to blow my load” “C’s” has found his voice and in a sudden pop my mouth was detached from his shaft which he took hold of, with his fore finger and thumb that he used to pinch his cock head. Almost in the same movement he was on his knees below me munching on “D’s” rod.

“Boy! Looks like your mouth still need filling, try this.” “B” is standing to the side of me with his hand around a monster, my jerking hand had lied to me “B” does not have a 10-inch poker, but rather a 12-inch monster, if not more. It may not be large in diameter but it’s topped off with an enormous mushroom head and it’s in the shape of a fireman helmet. It is the first time that I’ve seen one so huge in person. “How’s about you trying to take this baby here before we tackle “D’s” butt again” I did not need to be invited twice to try it, I was on my knees with my left hand on his hip and my right hand on that monster cock of his? He was using both hands to aim his sperm hose towards my mouth; my tongue was snaking around the corona and into his piss-hole. I was as hard as a metal pole and “C” was rolling my bouncing balls between his fingers, making sure that they remainder as agitated as possible.

“B’s” cock was not as easy to take, just the head itself filled my mouth even without my dentures. I could not get the gland any further down my throat. I had the impression I had a whole apple in the mouth and “B” was pushing it into my face with each lunge of his hips. My head was being pushed back with each push of his hips. Several puffs of poppers later and he achieved the impossible; the threshold of width permitted by my throat was breeched. I had the naked pubes of “B” brushing on my nose, my eyes and my nose were running and I was grasping for breath. The consecutive thrusts of “B’s” cock down my throat were much easier to take and the assistance of the poppers was greatly appreciated.

And when I was sure that I was on the edge of cumming, everything stopped and everyone changed position. “C’s” shaft was alongside “B’s” in front of my face. I disengaged myself from “B’s” dick to taste the pleasure of “C’s” pecker. “B” then moved in front of “D” placing a hand under his chin raising his head up to him and then saying “open – up boy” Holding one hand on the scruff of the neck and the other under the chin he deftly inserted his monster dong in one stroke deep into the willing throat. At the same time “C” was telling me also to “open up” forcing me to open my lips so he might insert his meat into my throat.

A few more snorts of the poppers, “Christ” my eyes are still watering and I have a sore jaw.

“C” was saying something to me, “lie down and try some of this cock.” As I looked to the side, I saw he had “D’s” 9 inch tool in his hand. With that I slipped under “D”. He has as beautiful a cock as the others. The large wooden “X” had been reoriented to facilitate my task. Hidden hinges had been activated. “D’s” head had remained at the same height so that “B” could still use his mouth, into which he was shoving in and out at very rapid speed; he was pulling completely out the plunging back into the hilt. His lower body, on the other hand, had been lowered and he looked as if he were balancing on his toes with his knees bent. As I sucked on the denuded dick, “C” had already begun to shove another dildo into his man cunt and this one was even bigger than the last one. “D’s” cock didn’t appear to be ready to go soft anytime soon and it was evident he was enjoying the attention. Another puff of poppers. “C” was wildly licking my balls and asshole, with my legs up on his shoulders. He was holding my hips and drawing my arse towards him. His action of pulling me was forcing “D’s” love stick, which I held in both hands, to be folded almost in two towards “C”.

Even if I did not hear him move, “B” had moved into place so as to take care of “D’s” gaping ass, I became aware of his actions. With both hands he was pulling the dildo completely out of “D’s” hole, to then plug it back in at once with a downwards turning movement. By increasing the angle he was forcing the dildo to grate on “D’s” prostate, I felt it in my throat because with each shove of the dildo into his ass his cock would jump, forcing it deeper into my gullet.

During this time “C” had straddled my hips and I could feel him putting a condom on my stiff cock. He then stood up and sat astride my prick letting it slide deep inside his ass. As he bounced up and down on my shaft, he pulled my legs up and under his arms. Then with his index finger he was loosening up my sphincter playing with it opening it up. With his other hand, he was masturbated his humongous spike and beating his cadence on my hips. I was on the verge of shooting my load when they again changed places.

The” X” frame was pulled up to its previous position removing “D’s” shaft from my mouth with a loud sucking sound. “Here’s something to drink, your throat must be parched” and I was handed a bottle of what looked like a beer without a label and tasted like piss it was so warm.

While turning to put the bottle down, I happened to notice a UPS uniform, shorts and all, lying in the corner. I asked out loud, “Someone here works for UPS?” “Yea” “D” did Monday but we decided he could better deliver for the MASTER so he was confiscated and he resigned.

With that “B” inserted his monster fuck pole into “D’s” bottom. “Here jack me off inside him.” A vaginal condom was put on me on my right hand. I was on “B’s” right side and he put an arm around my shoulders pulling me closer to him. My fingers were in “D’s” bottom and they were encircling “B’s” prick slipping and sliding along its length as he fucked “D’s” hole. During this time he was lubricating my hand and forearm up to the elbow. “When I pull out you stay in.”

With that “B” slowly pulled out, I was all alone in there and the warmth was amazing. “Now push slowly” and my hand was inched a little further into the warmth of “D’s” arse. “B” again lifted his 12-inch fuck pole up and slid it in alongside my arm. His cock was surely made of metal because it was under a lot of pressure. In the flash of an eye, I was jerking “B” off with my hand; more exactly “B” was fucking my hand in “D’s” bottom. After having repeated this manoeuvre 5 or 6 times I had my hand, wrist deep within “D’s” butt hole.

“Make yourself a fist and fuck the bastard NICE and SLOW.”

“If your mouth needs service, you can chomp on these” “C” had taken a seat on “D’s” rump just in front of me. He had his shaft in his right hand and with the other hand he was offering me his big balls tightly clasped in his hand and drawn up towards me. “Here be nice to these fellows” I felt “B’s” hand take hold of my free hand then place it on “D’s” prick, “Case you need something to hold on to.” A puff or two poppers and a small taste of those beautiful balls in front of my face and another shove of my hand into the UPS guy’s ass. My prick was drawn back between my legs where “B” was satisfying both my cock and ass; he would munch on my ass, finger it and then suck on my shaft. I was mid way to having my forearm up into “D’s” poop chute. “C,” had decided to exchange his beautiful round balls for his huge 10-inch gullet gorger. Another sniff of poppers. My head was spinning and my eyes were a little blurry. I could feel “B” in back of me, he was lubricating up my balls with handfuls of lubricant. He was not neglecting my cock or my ass. He was rubbing his fuck pole everywhere all over my buttocks and up the slit… A second finger was inserted into my bottom. “C” had both hands on my head forcing me again to take his monster cock down my throat, I was holding on to “D” shaft for balance, another sniff of poppers made my eyes water and my head spin. “B” had the head of his monster prick up against my buttocks entrance and was pushing gently but resolutely against my puckered asshole. “No not that it’s much too big,” I said, releasing “C’s” dong from the depths of my throat.

“Don’t worry dude just testing, it’s not time yet!”

He then returned to continue eating out my asshole. ” Non! Non! Je vais venir Chris!” “Who the fuck was speaking in French?” It’s “D” I had a hold of his cock which was jumping in my left hand; his butt was tightening in spasms around my arm. “C’s” dick was also jumped, as he spewed his spunk into my mouth, my face my chin and even up my nose another popper was shoved in place, and another poppers “fucking strange odour that one.” My head was whirling; I was shaking my head without being able to focus on what was happening. I felt I was being lifted, placed on my back on the floor. The door had been opened and the fresh air temporarily awakened my senses. More people were getting into the truck, I could barely see but the first was all clad in white, an Arab? The sperm on my face was being worked into my moustache.

I woke up on a park bench with a police man tapping my foot with his night stick, asking if I was “OK.” ” Tu seras mieux de te lever mon vieux et rentrer chez toi.”

My clothing stunk of “whisky. “I don’t drink whisky nor had there been anyone drinking whisky around me last night.” Then I began to remember the UPS truck. It was all so blurry.

My asshole was burning and I had an urge to jerk off as soon as possible. That had to have been the strangest and realist dream I had ever had. I had to get something to drink. “Dunkin Donuts”; I needed a large black coffee. No ones in the place ” large coffee Black please” my words come out dry, my throat feels like I swallowed a truck. “Anything else?” Asked the girl behind the counter. “NO! YES! Sorry a newspaper” the coffee tasted like old socks or rather my mouth tasted like old socks. As I took the newspaper, I almost choked on my coffee

“Journal de Montréal” the main rag in this area.

“The UPS spokesperson said the company was concerned about one of its drivers. According to the spokesperson, the driver truck had been located on Dorchester Boulevard in Westmont. It was not assumed to be robbery as all the merchandise has been accounted for. Police, on the other hand, are concerned for the driver safety Denis Deveau. Cutting of blond hair which appears to be that of Mr. Deveau were found on the floor of the UPS vehicle. Mr. Deveau disappeared on Monday halfway through his morning deliveries. The last time seen, Mr. Deveau was in a Dunkin Donut shop in the east of Montreal where he had filled his mug with coffee, telling the cashier he would return at 11: I am ……………….” I didn’t finish the article, I put the newspaper aside.

I rooted around in my pockets to get a cigarette. My hand came out with a UPS business card. I didn’t look at it right away; I had to take a look around to see if anyone was watching me. I turned the card over slowly as if it were going to bite.

“Thanks! Nice ass, as I said before. The Master was pleased with you and your ass. We all got our rocks off with you and your ass. We all left our seed so the master could see how much your ass could hold before he used it. But don’t worry all is safe, precautions were taken. We left you something and remember we’ll be watching you, till next time cause I want more of that as with you looking into my eyes the next time! I checked my pockets nothing.

I did not have anything else except a need to going to the toilet and take a crap. Fortunately, there was nobody in the toilets so I took a stall so I could sit down.

When I lowered my jeans, I noticed that I had a pair of brown short on instead of my boxers. As I lower the shorts, I felt something else under my butt. I felt a string attached to a condom that had been left in place. I pulled on it and I found that the end had been tied shut. I withdrew it, it was a vaginal condom full of sperm, and there must have been a dozen people to fill it that full. It was still very warm and when I had pulled it out my ass I felt empty. I tried to flush it down the toilet but it wouldn’t sink. I had nothing sharp to cut it open so I used my teeth to break it open. The smell was overwhelming, I had a raging hard on and I felt like it I would die if I didn’t cum. I took my cock in hand and in a few strokes I had spewed a load of spunk onto the door and on the floor in front of me. As I leaned back against the cold tiles, I thought, “Did I dream this or not?”

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