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It’s been three years since my boyfriend of four years and I separated leaving me lost, unable to trust and spiraling into depression.  Being an avid porn junky, it kept me entertained, but at some point the porn just became monotonous.  I came across a site where viewers would comment on different models and also could comment on what others were posting.  I became addicted to the site and soon started making friends through commenting.    

I began chatting with a guy by the name of Noah and I was drawn to him because he always responded to my comments and made me feel happy. I told him my name was Luke and we began regular exchanges and we would comment back and forth for hours. I realized he had become my fix, just as an addict gets his fix from drugs. We posted pics of each other and he was a dream man, so handsome, but what attracted me the most was his demeanour…. kind, warm, friendly and loving. He told me he was 28 years old, 5’10” , blonde hair and blue eyes. I responded back to him telling him I was 32, 5’7″, black hair, and hazel eyes.

After six months of corresponding, we decided to post pics of our dicks. I guess you could call me a guy who loves a guy with a big dick. When I saw his pic, I was elated to see that he was in the range of 9″ nice and thick, an uncut beauty. He was pleased with mine too at 7.5″ also uncut. From that point on, slowly but surely my feelings were getting stronger and stronger and I became paranoid because he had stated that he only wanted a friendship due to him also being hurt terribly from a broken relationship. We posted more naked pics and I shot one of my ass and he loved it. Told me my ass was sculptured perfection.

As time went on I knew I was falling in love with him making me stressed and when we talked, it seemed that I couldn’t find the right words to say. I decided I would leave the site for a bit making up an excuse to Noah. Two months passed and I was miserable, missing him was bringing me back to that lonely place I had been before.

One day I received an unexpected message from him asking me to message him. I was reluctant but I did. He was terribly upset stating that he must have meant nothing to me because I hadn’t been in contact with him. I told him I was sorry and that I needed to get away because of my feelings for him. That’s when my life changed because he told me he loved me….I paused for several minutes and replied back to him telling him that I also loved him.

“Luke, where do we go from here?”

“I think we need to meet, if that’s what you would like.”

“Yes, I can’t do this anymore, just messaging….give me your e-mail address and we can talk privately.”

I gave him my e-mail address and we began to plan for our meeting. Noah lived about six hours from me in the Catskills of New York and he decided to drive to my home. We planned a weekend for our first meeting. I was so excited and nervous at the thought of finally meeting a guy that I loved, but only communicated with on a message board. The day before he left we finally spoke on the phone and it all became real. He had such a beautiful voice, so soft spoken and he loved my New England accent.

Friday finally arrived and Noah was to be at my home by 4PM that afternoon. I showered, dressed in my favourite jeans, a t-shirt that accentuated my upper body and dingo boots that gave me an added two inches in height. I chuckled as I thought about it. A splash of my Gio cologne and I was ready….nervous but ready. I had already prepared Lasagne and a salad, so dinner was already prepared. I heard a car pull up and that was it, my heart was racing so fast that I thought I was going to have a panic attack.

I went to the front door, opening it and when I saw him get out of his car I was in awe of this beautiful guy. So different from the pics I had seen on the internet. So handsome with a body that totally shook my world. He got out of his car with a big smile, came up to me and hugged me. His scent was intoxicating and I could feel myself getting aroused. I took his hand, welcoming him to my home. We came inside and he was in awe of the house.

“Geez Luke, you have a big home.”

“Thanks, too big for me alone, now let’s take your bags upstairs to the master bedroom.”

We headed upstairs and he was shocked at the size of the master suite and the master bath. I helped him unpack, placing his clothes on hangers and placing them in the walk in closet.

“Why don’t you freshen up, dinner will be ready soon.”

I went downstairs and set the table, took the Lasagne and bread out of the oven. Poured us each a glass of wine and as he came down the stairs I said….

“Come sit down Noah, I hope your hungry.”

“I’m starved, I only had breakfast.”

“This is wonderful but you didn’t have to go through all this work.”

“I don’t mind at all, just enjoy it.”

As we were eating we both felt awkward and kept stealing glances at each other. We finished dinner and I told him to go relax while I cleaned up. He got up and started helping me clear off the table and loading the dishwasher.

“You’ve been driving most of the day, you don’t have to do this.”

“I want to Luke, please let me help you.”

We finished up and then went sit on the sofa. He took my hand, looking into my eyes….

“This is it Luke, its really happening and I hope your as happy as I am.”

I reached over and gently kissed him.

“Noah, I’m more than happy, after all this time and finally meeting.”

“Luke, do you mind if I take a shower?”

“Don’t mind at all as long as I can take one with you.” We went upstairs and nervously we both began to strip. He took his shirt off and I became weak in the knees. His was just total perfection. He came over to me and lifted my t-shirt over my head and just stared at me. We dropped our jeans and again just kept staring at each other. We walked into the bathroom and dropped our briefs as I gasped at the size of his cock. We got into the shower and I began to wash his body with a loofah sponge. I did his back as he placed his hands against the shower wall. His muscles were bulging and the site of his sculptured ass made me stone hard. I continued washing him, placing some gel on my finger and slowly started to wash his perfect ass and rosebud. As my fingers hit his pink hole he moaned. He turned around and I washed his spectacular chest, his arms and then with more gel began washing his cock and balls. “He grabbed me and kissed me, it became intense as our mouths opened and our tongues began a sexual dance. He washed my body in between our mouth worship and I was completely and totally in a state of pure nirvana.

“I want you Luke.”

We got out of the shower and towelled off, I took his hand leading him into the bedroom. He laid on the bed and I got in between his legs sliding up to his cock. I took it in my hands and began stroking him, just admiring the most awesome cock I had ever seen. I then started licking his massive dick head, swirling my tongue around its diameter when suddenly a huge amount of pre-cum started spurting out. I licked it and savoured his taste as he was shaking his head from side to side and moaning. I then began my journey down his huge fuck pole getting about six or seven inches into my throat. I didn’t gag because I have no reflex, but I couldn’t get more down. I began a steady rhythm, sliding up and down his cock.

He made me stop giving him head because he was going to cum. I got up, got the lube out of the nightstand and handed it to him. He asked if we should use condoms and I said I hadn’t been with anyone for some time and he said the same. I went to the end of the bed and placed one foot on the footboard. I looked at him, telling him I was ready as I spread my cheeks. He came over to me and lubed my ass and his cock, then began rubbing his thick dick around my hole in circular motions. He pressed in and passed my sphincter as I gasped, trying to adjust to his size. I was in pain, but when he wrapped his arms around me and started kissing my neck, I relaxed and he pushed all the way into me. I turned my head and we kissed sending waves of erotic lust to my whole being and stretching me to accommodate his huge cock.

He began to move in and out of me and as I looked in the full length mirror, the sight of his cock sliding in and out, set me off as he started hitting my sweet spot over and over. He wrapped his arms around my chest and I began pushing my ass into his throbbing cock. He pulled out and we got on the bed. He began licking my toes, then kissing my legs, up to my balls, taking each egg in his mouth as precum came spewing out. He went from my balls up my cock with his tongue, then licking all the precum.  He raised my legs and went right for my puckered hole, eating my mancunt as I squirmed with sensual feelings as the nerves in my ass reacted to his tongue.  He then entered me in one thrust, looking into my eyes and I could see the passion as he began a steady rhythm. I reached up and pulled him down and kissed him with an intensity that bonded us together, feeling the intimacy that we had longed for. He fucked me for some time and his body was rubbing on my cock and I cried out….

“Noah, oh baby, I’m cumming, oh fuck yeeeeeeeees.”

“Fuck, me too, oh yah, fuuuuuuuuuuuck.”

He collapsed on me, our bodies stuck together with my cum and our sweat, making our love so intimate. He growled as he looked into my eyes, making me chuckle, licking up my cum, crawling up my body and sharing my essence.

I got up and filled the hot tub, as soon as it was ready we got in and he got on one side and I on the other.

“Luke, what is your idea of a perfect relationship?”

“Hmmm, well that’s pretty easy for me to describe to you….for me its about sharing, feeling, compassion, love and a spiritual bond. For example, I imagine us coming home after work, cooking dinner together, cleaning up and then taking a shower together. We would then cuddle on the sofa watching a movie or some favourite program. For me, its all about sharing a life full of wonder, excitement, great sex and once again love.” “I don’t believe in having sex with other people, like a three way which destroyed my other relationship. How can you love someone with all your heart and have sex with someone else or a three way. I don’t get it and there are a lot of guys that practice exactly that.”

“Wow, we are definitely on the same page because I feel the same way you do.”

“Are you a jealous person Luke?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m jealous, but anybody who loves someone….you put them in the right situation and they will be jealous. It is a human trait. I don’t think it is in good character, but sometimes its unavoidable and mostly stems from insecurities.” I don’t believe in a relationship where you cross that line giving your partner reason to be jealous.

“Hey Noah, your in computer science, most likely able to secure a position anywhere, would you consider relocating and moving in with me.?”

“Look, a lot has happened and its only been one day we’ve been together, so what I’m saying is let’s take it slow and let the chips fall where they may.”

“Your right Noah, I am jumping the gun here, I just want you with me.”

“And I will be, but there is a lot of decisions to be made, packing up, selling my home, finding a new job….its a lot to consider.”

“Okay, why don’t we do this….we will see each other two weekends a month, one weekend at my house and one at yours, then when you feel your ready, then we can talk about decisions that have to be made.”

“Sounds like an awesome plan.”

We got out of the tub, towelled off, and got in bed. We laid on our sides facing each other, just looking at each other.

“You must be tired from the drive.”

“I am tired, but I’m also happy, in fact this has been a perfect beginning for us.”

We slept until late morning and I got up leaving Noah sleeping. I headed down stairs to make breakfast, putting on my chef’s apron. Of course I was naked so the view from the rear must have been enticing. Twenty minutes later he came down the stairs with that big cock of his swinging back and forth.

“Good morning Noah, did you sleep well?”

“Yah, I did”

He came over and kissed me and sat at the island just watching me.”

“Do you have any idea what your doing to me with that sweet ass of yours peeking out of that apron?”

“Well, the breakfast I’m making has a lot of protein, but maybe you could give me some added protein.”

We enjoyed breakfast, laughing and talking, feeling our bond, a sense of coming together as soulmates. I insisted after breakfast for him to go and relax. I cleaned up and then went into the living room and just stopped as Noah was spread eagle on the sofa sleeping. The site of him had me hard instantly. The definition of his body, large pecs, washboard abs and that cock, just leaning over on one side. I got on my knees and started licking his balls, then took his cock in my mouth….I loved the feeling of his soft cock as it started to grow, the sensation was awesome. With the work of my tongue, he woke up, smiling as I looked up at him with my mouth stuffed.

“You are a sight to behold, now don’t let me stop you.”

I continued working his cock inch by inch and I was determined to get it all in my throat and after some work and breathing through my nose, I finally had my face in his pubes. I kept his cock in my throat and worked my muscles and he squirmed and said:

“Luke, yes, yes, oh yah, that feels amazing.”

I rubbed his balls and they started to get hard and I knew he was about ready, so I pulled off his cock, took a breath and then started sucking him with all I had. Saliva was pouring out of my mouth and I was ready for my protein fix.

‘Fuuuuuuuck, oh yes, I’m cumming, oh shit yes.”

He began shooting stream after stream of cum, and I definitely got my fix of protein. I got up, he opened his mouth and I snowballed a wad of his cum into his mouth and then we kissed sharing his spunk. His taste was sweet and delicious. I went down and finished the rest of the cum that was still on his cock, cleaning him and getting a last taste.

“Come here you, wow you can surely give some great head, I’m a lucky man to have found you.”

“Yes, you are lucky and don’t you forget it.”

The weekend went by quickly and we were saying our goodbyes on Sunday. For the next six months we took turns at each other’s homes. I made the decision that when Noah visited the next weekend, that I was going to propose.

He arrived and I had a special dinner prepared. He looked so handsome in a nice pair of jeans that hugged his body like they were made just for him. He always smelt so good and I couldn’t wait to get my arms around him. After dinner we sat in the living room and I poured us each a glass of champagne.

“What’s the occasion to be drinking champagne?”

I got up and went in the hutch draw and got a small black velvet box. I went over to Noah, got on my knees and looked directly into his eyes….

“Noah, I know its been crazy meeting on the internet, but I knew from the very beginning that I was going to love you, so now I’m here, on my knees, telling you that you are everything I could ever want or hope for, your kindness and love has inspired me to be a better man and with that said, Noah Jaxon Ramsey, I promise to make you happy, to make you laugh, to cherish you, and to always be there for you. will you be my husband, my partner in life?’

“I opened the box showing him two platinum wedding bands.

Noah began crying, then sobbing, I got up and held him, tight, kissing his face, wiping away his tears.

“Dear Jesus, yes Luke, yes I will marry you.” 

Noah sold his house, gave his resignation at work and moved in with me. Three months later we were married. In life we have choices, to be happy, to find our soulmate and in Noah I found that, from our first conversation on an erotic website I knew he was the man of my dreams….so it just proves that love can be found in the strangest places, for us it was the internet.

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Quote for Thought

“If I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes, only then would you realize how special you are to me.”

-1-

The semi-darkness of twilight was fading as I realized my walk had taken me farther from home than I had intended.  Trying to calculate the best route home, I had turned east and gone several blocks before deciding to make a course adjustment.  I turned south at the next road and was soon aware that I had taken one of the alleys that ran behind the houses in this neighborhood.  I kept going, and a few minutes later, I was certain that I could hear the barely audible whimpering of an injured animal.  My heart began to race.

An injured animal signaled danger.  Should I turn around or continue?  I could slip between two of the houses and walk on a sidewalk.  I was looking for a break between the darkness and darker shadows that would indicate an open path, and the sound got louder.  I began to wonder if it were human.

“Shut up, Ronald.”

The voice seemed to boom from a house up on the left.  I stopped.  Everything was quiet for a moment.

“Please, Dad.  I’m sorry.”  Then sobs.

“You made your fucking choice.  I want you out of here.  I don’t want to ever see your fucking face again.”

More sobs.  I approached them.  My mind flashed back to the time I was discovered, and my father threw me out.  At seventeen, I had nothing.  I had to struggle for food, clothing, putting myself through school before finally having enough to be comfortable.  My little apartment, a six-month-old car, and enough to eat.

I took a few more steps and saw the figure on the ground, his head on his knees.  I could see his head move up as I drew near.

“Who’s there?”   His voice had the wet, stopped-up sound of someone who’d been crying.

“I’m Luke Pfaff.  I live a few streets over.  It sounds as though you need some help.”  I put my hand on his shoulder.

“My dad hates me.  He wants me to go away and die.  He kicked me out of the house.  II don’t have any clothes or money.”

I heard echoes of my own voice.

“Come with me.  You can wash your face, and we’ll go to the store to get you some clothes.

Ron stood up.  He walked willingly, although like a zombie.  We continued down the alley and then the streets until we reached my apartment.  I could tell that he was fighting back the tears the entire way.  The lights from the parking lot revealed a man in his early twenties, probably still in college.  He had the build of a thin kid who was starting to fill out into manhood.  When he looked at me, I could see his eyes filled with tears.  We went into my apartment, and I took him to the bathroom.  

When he walked out, the redness from the tears was still evident, but I could see the blue of his eyes.  His short blond hair framed his face well.

“Do you have a driver’s license, Ronny?” I asked.

“Yeah, I have my wallet with my driver’s license.  I think I have a five in it.”  He started to take it out of his pocket.

“No, you can leave it.  I don’t want your money.  I was just wondering because when this happened to me, I didn’t even have a driver’s license with me.  Do you have a job or a car?”

“No.  My mom wanted me to have summer’s open to relax and have fun.  I go to school here in town, so I walk to take the bus.”

“Do you think it will be safe to talk to your mother?”

“She died last year, but my college money is in my name, so he can’t take it away.  But it’s set up to pay the school and not me.  I get whatever is left over after I graduate.  Everything else is his.”

“Well, let’s go to the store and get you some clothes.”  I put my hand on his shoulder again.  He seemed to relax a bit, but then he tensed again.

“I can’t.”  He teared up again.  “I don’t have any money.”

“People were nice to me when I kicked out.  I’ll take care of getting you some clothes, and someday, when you can, you help someone else out.”

“So, your dad kicked you out?”

“He sure did.  Nine years ago, just before I turned eighteen.”  Should I tell him why?  It was bound to come up.  “He caught me kissing a friend.  We weren’t even boyfriends, but we had secretly been on two dates.  He beat me with a belt, too, and threatened to shoot me if I came back.”

“So you want to help me?” he asked.

“If I can.  Why’d your dad kick you out?”  I asked even though I’d heard the yelling.

“Mine hacked into my computer and found my downloaded videos.  When I came home, he told me that it disgusted him to think I liked watching men do it to each other.  He smashed the computer in front of me and screamed at me to leave.”

I whispered to him.  “I’ve got some DVDs.  You can watch porn on the big TV if you want to.”  I don’t know why I said that; it just seemed to slip out.

Ronny chuckled just a little.  Then he stared straight into my eyes.  “You really do understand me, don’t you.”

I gave him a sideways hug and kissed him on the temple.  “Yeah, I do.  You’re not alone anymore.”

Shopping at Walmart was painful.  Ronny was so ‘frugal’ that he couldn’t decide which package of underwear to get.  He kept looking at these cute briefs, but he wouldn’t pull them off the hanger.  I finally grabbed three packages and threw them into the cart.  “We’re getting these.”

He tried to argue with me, but I shut him down.  “You’ll end up going commando if you don’t leave them in the cart and pick some t-shirts and polos.”

Once he told me the size of the polo, I asked for his five favorite colors.  I tossed one of each in the cart, and we headed to the t-shirts.  Those were a little more difficult because we both wanted cute sayings on them.  I even picked a few for me, and I got one to match his favorite so we could wear the same shirt at some point.  We also bought a couple of khaki shorts and a few running shorts.  I picked up a few extra groceries, and we were on our way back home.

I took a shower and slipped into the boxers that I usually wore to bed.  While Ronny took his shower, I got the couch ready for him.  I told him that I usually take a shower in the morning as well, but that I didn’t set the alarm on Saturday.  We agreed that whoever awakened first would let the other sleep in.

It was only ten-thirty when I slipped between the sheets.  I was still pretty wound up, but I thought I might fall asleep quickly if I just relaxed.  It didn’t happen.  At eleven, Ronny came into the room.  “Luke, can I get in bed with you?”

“Is the couch uncomfortable?”

“No,” he answered.  “I just need to be with someone.  I’m just feeling alone, and even though I know you’re in here, you seem really far away.”

“OK.  You’ll need to bring your pillow.”

Ronny came back in with his pillow, and I moved over a little for him to get in.

“You’ve been really nice to me today.”

“Well, Ronny, you’ve had something terrible happen to you.  Nobody deserves to be thrown out of their home.  I’m sure that if I hadn’t been there, someone else would have helped you.”

“I don’t know.  I’m not sure people are as nice as that.  Old people like my dad… How old are you, Luke?”

“I’m twenty-seven.  I had my birthday last week.”

“Really?  I didn’t realize you were that old.  I thought you were like twenty-six or something.”

What the hell, I thought.

He started to laugh.  “Just shitting you.”  He moved a little closer to me.  I figured you were about my age.”

“Which is?”

“Twenty-two.”  He turned to face me.  His breath was like peppermints.  He bent his head and kissed me.  “I didn’t realize something until we were in the apartment before going to the store, but I was afraid to tell you.”  

“I’ve seen you running or walking in the neighborhood.  I tried to take a picture of you once, but it came out blurry.”

“So you’re a stalker?”

“No, but, I have to be honest with you.  I was trying to think of a way to be honest with you, and then I just decided to say it.”

“Always the best way,” I said.

“Luke, do you want to have sex?”

That question caught me off guard.  “I don’t think that would be a good idea.  We don’t really know one another.”

“But you’re letting me stay at your house, and you’re letting me here in your bed.”

“That’s true.”

“I fucked the guy at the library.  He’s the short, blonde one who works at the desk.  His name is Alex.  We didn’t even go out on a date.”

“Are you friends with Alex?” I inquired.

“No, it was kind of like we looked at each other, and he took me into one of the offices, and I fucked him.”

“And?”

“He smiles at me now when I see him working.  I guess I thought there’d be more.”

“There needs to be more first if you want the person to be more than just a hole you stick your dick in.”

“Yeah,” said Ronny.  “I guess I was thinking that you’d been so nice to me.”

“There are better ways to say thank you.”

“You’re right.  Thank you.  I think I’ll go back out to the couch.  Maybe read one of your books.”

“Sleep well.”

After he left the room, I began to think back.  I remembered one of my low points.  I’d been living on what I could find behind the seven-eleven when Herbert Krausse found me.  He took me to his home.  I had a wonderful shower.  He’d thrown my clothes in the washing machine.  I wore a towel around my waist while he fed me dinner.  After eating, he grabbed my dick and told me I could thank him by feeding him some cum.  I let him suck me.  I didn’t enjoy it.  I’d always imagined how good it would be.

Hot tears filled my eyes.  I’d forgiven myself a million times, but the memory wouldn’t fade away.  I wasn’t going to be an asshole that took advantage of someone who was in need.

-2-

Three weeks later, we had fallen into a routine.  Ronnie was sleeping on the couch, and he hadn’t made any middle of the night trips to my bed.  I suspected he was getting his needs met in the library, and my curiosity on the subject was waiting for the right time to ask him about it.

Meanwhile, I was looking forward to a Tuesday evening date with the butcher.  I had been looking at seafood in Kroger when I struck up a conversation with Blake Quinn, a man in his late twenties who convinced me that grilling salmon was the only way to eat it.  He professed to be an expert, and I offered him my unused grill to prove it.  We’d been tossing a few innuendos out as we spoke, and now I had a date with him.  Ronnie had a study group and wouldn’t be back until late, so Blake and I would have time to get to know each other better.

As soon as I got home Tuesday, I made sure the grill was still in good order.  For the life of me, I wasn’t sure why I’d bought it, but it was sitting unused on the patio since the day I brought it home and assembled it.  I showered, shaved, and changed into some casual clothes.  As I checked on the ice and drinks, Blake rang the doorbell.

I brought a chair outside and Blake put the cooler he was carrying on it.  I brought him a beer.  I’d asked previously what he preferred, so I had his favorite kind.  He got the fish and corn going on the grill, and I had the arduous task of pouring potato chips into a bowl and getting the green onion chip dip in a bowl.

When I stepped back outside, he had things on their way to being grilled.

“This is a great grill,” he smiled.  “Just the right size.  I don’t like really big ones because the heat is too hard to control.  And nobody likes things that are too small to get the job done.”  He gave me a sly look with a raised eyebrow to let me know that he wasn’t just talking about grills.

I really liked the man; he was so easy to talk to.  I stepped closer to the grill and put my hand in the middle of his lower back.  Blake turned to look at me, and I felt that jolt that tells you that the attraction goes beyond surface subjects.  He leaned forward and kissed me.  I opened my mouth just slightly and dropped my hand to his ass.  That kiss tingled to my toes; my cock twitched, and my hand squeezed his cheek.

“I already want a second date,” he told me.

“I’m free tomorrow night,” I smirked back.  In the back of my mind, I started making plans for later.  “Right now, I’m going to get a bigger plate for that piece of meat you brought.”

“Make sure there’s room for these corn cobs.  I know you’re going to love chewing on my cobs.”  He let his hand graze my crotch.

My dick twitched, and he felt it.  I was sure I felt some precum ooze into my underwear.  A barely audible “fuck” fell from my lips.

“I know,” he whispered back.  “You make me feel that way, too.”

I went back into the kitchen, and as I rinsed the plate for the salmon, I assessed my past love life.  Not that there was much love in it.  It was more of a sex life.  I wasn’t a slut, but I’d fucked a few guys and been fucked by a few guys.  Nothing ever lasted very long.  The connections seemed to be more of a “we’re both really horny” situation.  The last man in my bed, unless you counted the talk I had with Ronnie, was… Honestly, I’d never had a man in my current bed, and the last time I’d had sex was over three years ago, with that cute nerdy guy from the office next door.  We dated for three months.  He liked me to fuck him while I held a pillow over his face.  I thought he was into kinky stuff, and it turned out, he didn’t want to see my face.  He admitted to me once after too much vodka, that he would pretend he was being fucked by a girl with a strap-on, but he preferred the feel of a real penis over a plastic one.  I’d probably still be fucking him once a week had it not been for celebrating his promotion.  I deserved better, and he deserved a long stay in a psychiatric ward.  I hope he got what he needed.  I wondered whether the guy on the patio was whom I deserved.

The salmon melted in my mouth.  The corn was good, too.  I wouldn’t turn it down, but compared to the orgasmic sensation of the fish, nothing could come close.  As we ate, I gave Blake a brief bio of my life, and he filled me in on his.

Blake was one of seven children.  He was the youngest.  The oldest, his brother Jeremy, was a bad boy who had three children with different girls before graduating high school.  He was in prison now, death row, for having killed Blake’s first boyfriend.  He’d caught them kissing and beat him severely.  While in prison, he killed his cellmate..

As Blake related the experience to me, he looked down at the table; I could tell by his face and the tone of his voice that he didn’t want to tell me, but he knew that he had to be completely honest.  I thought about what I had gone through and realized that I had things easy compared to him.

The rest of Blake’s siblings were girls.  They had babied him when it suited their purpose and ignored him when it didn’t.  He liked his current job, but he said the guys he worked with were always talking about their girlfriends or wives.  “If I have to hear one more story about muff-diving, I may out myself by talking about eating ass.  They’re a contemptible lot, and I’m not sure what they’re after, but I’m not playing their games.”

“A lot of straight men like to brag.  It’s hard to know if it’s because they’re insecure, closeted, or curious.  They just come across looking like assholes,” I said.  “Stay steadfast.”  I reached over and held his hand.  “I think you’re strong enough to ignore that kind of trash talk.”

Blake looked up at me and smiled.  “You’re just saying that to get the last piece of corn.”

I moved my chair a little closer to him.  I saw his cheeks get red, and he looked down at the table.  I touched my lips to his and placed my hand on his chest.  “You have that piece,” I whispered.  I moved my lips to his ear.  “Once my stomach digests a little more, I’m going to have this one.”  I dropped my hand to his lap and fingered him through his pants.

He drew a sharp breath.

“I insist,” I said.

He picked up the corn and placed one end near his lips.  “Let’s share.”

I started to laugh.  “No, I want to see how you handle a cob that big around.  I’m going to clear the table.”

Blake opened his mouth and started to slide the end into his mouth.  He did a fake gag and pulled it back out.  “It’s too big.”

“That’s what he said.”  I chuckled.  “Every single time.”

“Braggart,” laughed Blake.

“Maybe,” I replied.

Blake stood up and pushed against me.  “Will you let me find out, in person?”

“Finish your corn while I put these dishes in the dishwasher.”  Then I raised an eyebrow.  “I want to show you something in the other room.”  I cleared the area as quickly as I could.

Blake tossed the empty cob into the trash and pulled a toothbrush from his pocket.  “May I use your bathroom?”

“Right through there,” I pointed.  I closed the door to the dishwasher and put it on a rinse cycle.  I went into the bathroom and found a rabid Blake vigorously brushing.  I pulled my brush from the cabinet, and before I began to brush, I said, “Good oral habits make for better kissing.”

He smiled and more foam ran down his chin.

I stepped behind him and pushed him against the counter.  My semi-hard cock tented my pants and pushed between his cheeks.  “Take care not to make a mess.  I might have to show you who’s the boss.”

He bent forward to rinse his mouth and pushed back against me.  My dick got harder.  “The first one finished is the boss.”

I rinsed my mouth in the sink.  “Cleanest mouth wins.”  I pulled his head to mine and ran my tongue over his top teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” his eyes fixated on mine.  “You win.”

I kissed him.  His tongue pushed against mine.  “I think we’re both winners here,” I said.  I held his hand and interlaced our fingers.  I could feel my heart pounding against my chest.  I was nervous about taking him into my bedroom, more nervous than I had been the first time I was with someone.  I had always topped, always been the giver, and believe me, I gave it good.  But as I felt his hand in mine, I knew I wanted to feel him inside of me.  I bit my lower lip and took him into a room with a neatly made bed, a small nightstand, and a small dresser.  Nothing was on either surface, not even a speck of dust.

Blake stopped me at the doorway.  “Your hand’s trembling.  It’s OK.  If you’re not ready, we’ll still have our date tomorrow.”

“No.  No.  It’s not that.  Oh, hell no, it’s not like that at all.”

“What is it, Luke?”  Blake brought my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.

“It’s because I want everything to go well, and…”

He pulled my ear to his lips.  “Is it like my wanting to rim your ass even though I’ve never done it before and never wanted to do it before, but you’re so fucking desirable, and your ass is so… “

“Rimmable?”

Blake started to laugh which made me laugh.

“Get your fucking clothes off, Luke, before I rip them from you body and French-kiss your butt.”

I pulled my shirt off over my head.  “You are such a fucking romantic, Blake.”

“Holy shit.”  Blake stared at me.

“What?”

“Your shoulders, your arms, your chest.  Fuck.  They’re so firm, so toned, so sexy.  And your waist is so small.”  Blake pulled his shirt off and threw it on the dresser.  “Look at me.  Thirty-two chest, thirty-two waist, thirty-two hips.  I’m straight all the way down.”

“I hope not.”

Blake looked up at me.  “What?”

“I hope you’re gay all the way down.”  We started laughing again.  “You’d make a great flapper.”

“What’s that?”

“You know, one of those flat-chested girls from the Roaring Twenties who looked like giant toilet paper tubes.  Now, pants off, and let’s get into bed.

We pushed our pants down at the same time.  Both our dicks sprang up and out.  We were of fairly equal size, and I was glad he wasn’t bigger, because I promised myself that I was going to have that cock in my ass before the morning light.

Blake stepped toward me; our dicks touched.  He pressed his lips to mine, and I used my hand to hold our cocks together.  Everything seemed like the first time with him.  I sensed things I’d never felt before.  Slight movements of his hips resulted in his penis moving back and forth against mine.  Blake’s lips moved toward my ear, and I glanced down.  I could see precum forming at the tips of both our members.  I wanted to suck him, so I started to move down to my knees, but he grasped my shoulders and pushed me back to the bed.  I turned and pulled the covers back.  I sensed that he wanted me in the middle of the mattress.  He didn’t tell me that, but it was as though I were reading his mind.

Blake was on his knees pushing my legs up and toward my head exposing my hole.  His eyes were locked with mine, and as my manhole approached his face, he smiled at me before bending forward and licking my ass.  He started to laugh.  “Your cunt looks like a cunt.”

I brought my eyebrows together and raised one the way Mr. Spock does.  “Excuse me, sir?  Just what the fuck do you mean?”  I tried to maintain a serious tone.

“Well, you may not believe this, but when I was twelve, a girl down the street insisted on showing me her pussy, and it looked like this tiny little slit.  Completely hairless.  That’s what you look like.”  He started to chuckle.  “Of course when she pulled the lips apart, I was horrified.  She wanted me to fuck her because her older sister had told her all about it.  I told her that I’d rather suck her brother’s dick, which was true, I did.  Her brother was sixteen and sexy.”

“Did you?”

“What?”  Blake was confused.

“Suck her brother’s dick?”

“Hell, no.  He was busy getting Susan Kelly knocked up.”

“Anyway,” he bent forward and ran his tongue against my hole.  Tingles ran down my spine.

“You’ll have to do better than that.  I mean, you just said my ass looks like a twelve-year-old girl’s pussy, and now I’m upset.”  I tried not to smile, but I wasn’t successful.

“You fucker.  I’m just getting started,” he growled at me.

And he wasn’t joking there.  He licked across my tiny pucker, and the tip of his tongue circled the muscle before pushing slightly into the entrance.  I squealed like the proverbial pig.  This was better than the bet blowjob I’d ever received.  He pushed his tongue in a little farther.  “Oh, fuck, yes.  Oh, Blake, I’m loving this.”  He continued to tease my ass with his gymnastic tongue, and at one point I believe I swooned.

A nibble on my taint told me he was changing tactics.  He licked my ball sack and sucked each testicle into his mouth and pushed them against the room of his mouth with his tongue.  He was sending me to levels of pleasure I’d never known.  He released my balls and lowered my ass to the bed before he rubbed his tongue against the bottom of my hard as rock shaft.  Next, he encircled the head of my dick with his lips and played with my piss slit with his tongue.

As he slid up even with me, he kissed my right nipple.

“So, was it everything you expected?” I asked him as he rested his head on my shoulder.

“What, kissing your ass?”  He chuckled.

“You French kissed my ass.  I think you licked my appendix.”

“That’s so fucking gross.”  He tried to be serious, but he tried to squelch his laughter. 

“Now you’re showing a shitty outlook.”

“Boo.  Bad dad jokes.”

“Oh, yeah?”  I forced him onto his back.  I was trying to think of what to do in response to the dad joke comment, but all I wanted to do was kiss him.  So I kissed him; then I kissed his nipples, his belly button, his dick and his balls.  I began to lick his shaft up and down.

“Luke?  Do you have lube?”

“Not for you.”  I did my best maniacal laugh.

“My ass is really tight.  I’ll clamp down so hard, your dick will turn black from lack of blood supply and fall off.”

“Without a dick, I’ll have to fuck you with a bread knife.”

“Fuck, man.  You’re evil.”

“Lube’s in the drawer of the nightstand.  And I’m evil?  You’re talking about making me dickless.”  I laughed again.

Blake’s hand found its way to my cock and the wetness of the lube felt good.  He began to lube his hole, and he slipped his fingers inside himself.  I found watching him to be such a turn-on.  I moved closer to him.  He kept trying to align my cock with his hole, but the slipperiness of his fingers didn’t allow a firm grasp of my dick.  As the tip of my dick penetrated him, the air in the room became still.  Neither of us made a sound; we concentrated on the physical feeling.  I closed my eyes.  Warmth surrounded me as I pushed farther inside.

I looked down at him, and he was smiling.  His hands moved to his knees, and he pulled them to the sides with his legs straight like a gymnast doing the splits.  I lowered my head to his and we kissed gently.  We were in a slow-motion time-warp.  We had gone from laughing and joking to what should have been frenzied fucking, but it wasn’t.  It was pleasant, sensual, soft, and caring.  I looked deep into his eyes as I moved in and out of him.  It felt as though I’d fallen into him, as if our souls were wrapped together the way two wires are twisted together to make a strong connection.

Blake’s eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly open; his breathing changed.  He exhaled a low guttural moan-like growl and he ejaculated into the space between us.  His eyes rolled back, and his body shuddered.  I pushed into him and released my seed into his belly.  I moved slightly and allowed my penis to slowly slip out of him.

There was no urgency to clean up and to get dressed.  I moved beside him and let him straighten his legs.  His abs were wet, and I leaned over and kissed one of the spots with the most cum.  I toyed it with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth and savoring the taste of Blake whose hand now rested between my shoulder blades and caressed my back.

I raised my head and kissed the side of his chest.  Neither of us spoke.  The stillness of the room accentuated my thoughts of what had just happened.

“Blake?” I whispered.

“Luke,” he replied.

I wanted to make a joke about his knowing my name, but I didn’t want to spoil the moment.  Plus, hearing him say my name felt special in a way that I couldn’t explain.

“Can you stay the night?” I asked.

“I want to.  I work noon until nine tomorrow.”

“I promise not to keep you up all night.  I want to sleep next to you.  In fact, we can shower now and go to sleep if you want.  It’s just that I felt something special, and I don’t want you to leave right now.”

“I’m glad you said that,” said Blake, “because I want to keep seeing you.  You touched me in a way that I can’t explain.”

“Let’s take that shower.”  I held Blake’s hand as we got into the steamy water, and after lathering and rinsing, we remained under the water kissing.  As the water cooled, we toweled off and got back under the covers to stay warm.  Blake began to spoon me, and I felt him begin to get hard again.  He was slipping his dick between my ass cheeks and singing some bawdy rendition of Popeye the Sailorman.  I was laughing hysterically when I heard the door to the apartment open.

The room immediately fell silent.  The door to my bedroom flew open.  “Luke, are you up?  You’re not going to believe this.  Alex asked me to go steady with him.  He thinks I should move in with him, and we should get married at the end of the semester..  What do you think?”

Blake and I sat up in bed.  I started to say something.

Ronny interrupted.  “Alex, is that you?”  He turned on the light.   “Oh, no, it’s not.  I’m sorry.  You look a lot like Alex, especially in the dark.”

“I have a cousin named Alex,” Blake offered.  “He works in the library at the college.”

“It’s a small world after all,” I sighed.

“This is so fucking cool,” giggled Ronny.  “You can be Alex’s best man, and Luke can be mine.

“Or we could have a double wedding,” said Blake.

“We haven’t had a second date,” I reminded him as I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, said Ronny, “you don’t want to rush things.”  He clicked off the light and closed the door.

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This is a story submitted by one of the members.  If the travel restrictions weren’t in place, he and I were trying to organize for me to be in Whistler with him when this happened.  Maybe next year.

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Hey all, I spent last week in the ski resort of Whistler, and thought I’d post about a fun night I had, in speedos of course.

I was staying in a condo with friends for the week, and due to the tightening travel restrictions lately, they decided to leave early – so I had the place to myself for the last two nights. My friends and I had been hitting up the hot tub every afternoon after skiing, but it was a pretty busy scene with lots of families so I chose to play it conservative and wore my boardshorts (with speedos underneath of course) when we went down to soak. The first night that I was there alone I decided to go sit in the hot tub for a while before stretching. I could see the hot tub from my room, which was surrounded by trees and fairly private, and could tell that it was empty… so I put on my speedos and bathrobe and walked down.

It felt good to take my robe off and stand at the side of the hot tub in the cold air in nothing but my speedo, I chose a pair of blue Budgy Smugglers – they are always a conversation starter around less speedo friendly crowds

Anyway, after 10 minutes or so of sitting in the hot bubbles, enjoying the night sky, a couple showed up in their bathrobes. When they came through the trees to where the tub was, they looked disappointed to see someone else was there, I think maybe they had ideas about having some fun in public together that I had just ruined.

They were both in good shape, late 40s? maybe, and were speaking German. This made my dick twitch a bit, as I knew the Germans liked their speedos… suddenly I couldn’t wait to see what he was wearing under the robe. I was praying for speedo briefs, but would have accepted square cuts, board shorts would have sent me for the hills. He didn’t disappoint… he turned his back to me and took his robe off to reveal nice broad shoulders and the tightest ass I’d seen in a while, all in a tiny yellow speedo! It was a Euro brand for sure, very thin material, low cut, less than an inch on the sides. He looked a bit shy when he turned around, but seemed to lighten-up when he saw my speedos under the bubbles.

She had on a bikini, white, but I’m not into women and didn’t really pay her too much attention. She did have big tits though, and had no problem pulling off a swimsuit that was likely intended for someone 15 years younger than she was.

They got in the hot tub on the opposite side of me, and smiled as they sat down – he was a smooth type guy, definitely with a gym membership, but not over the top worked out and muscled – just fit enough that he didn’t have a stomach and his arms and chest had a bit of definition. His package looked nice, I could tell his cock was pointed up in his pouch and that he likely was uncut. I also could tell he shaved his chest and stomach (which meant probably his pubes too – I always appreciate a trim job and smooth balls).

I said “hi” to be friendly, but also to find out if they spoke English or not. They both said “hello” back in thick German accents. They spoke German to each other for quite a while, and didn’t pay much attention to me. After a while, I was feeling hot, so I stood up and sat on the edge of the hot tub. His eyes instantly went to my pouch, which was looking okay, but I find the Budgy Smuggler swimmers kinda tight and they tend to make things look smooshed-up rather than show things off. I could see they were playing a bit under the water, holding hands and maybe touching each others naughty bits?!?! He started kissing her on the neck, and I could tell she was checking me out too, but I was more interested in what was happening with his bulge under the water. They both caught me looking at him a bit too long, which was awkward… then they made some quiet talk and stood up and sat on the edge of the hot tub as well, revealing their hot wet bodies in their tight lycra swimwear. I got a semi instantly, see his wet swimmers sticking to his package – I could literally see the outline of his cock and balls through the thin yellow Lycra – I felt the urge to adjust my cock which was growing… but just let it fill out my suit.

They started talking to me about my day on the ski hill and where I was from, how long I was there for, blah blah blah… They were from a town in Germany I couldn’t repeat the name of, too many syllables, I pretended I knew where it was. This was their last day, they had been in the hot tub lots all week and surprised they hadn’t seen me before. I was usually at the hot tub late afternoons with my friends, they came just before it closed at night.

Their interest peaked when they found out I was travelling alone at the moment, and before I knew it, the question: do you have a girlfriend. “Nope, I like boys,’ my usual reply. Almost in tandem, they both replied: “Me too.” We all laughed.

We could all feel the tension drop and knew where this was going, so I stood up and put my bathrobe on, leaving it untied so they could admire my flat stomach and speedo bulge. I told them I was going back to my room, unless they wanted to get a drink. They stood up, with him standing very close to me, and said they had some drinks in their room they needed to finish off before flying out the next day, would I like to join them? I said “yes, let me go back to my room and change”. She held her hand up to say stop and said, with very sultry eyes, “don’t change… we’re all friends, no?”

We made small talk on the walk back to the room, but as soon as the door closed behind me, they started making out in front of me and dropped their robes. I had a full boner, watching his tight suit rubbing up against her, grinding his cock into her hip and admiring his very hot ass. She asked if I minded if she kissed me too. Women don’t do it for me, but the thought of his eyes watching me get kissed by his wife was kinda hot, so I said yes. I could tell that he loved it, and his eyes were on mine the whole time. She went down my neck and chest to my speedo bulge, and licked the outline of my cock before standing up and kissing me on the mouth. Then he did the same, running his tongue down my chest, stopping at my swimsuit band and putting his hands on my hips as he kissed my throbbing cock through my speedos. He pulled my speedos down and let my cock hit him in the face, and gave it the softest lick before putting the head in his mouth and taking it down to the base. He left my speedos just under my balls and ass, which I love… I pressed my cock into his mouth, then he stood up and grabbed my cock, turning around and rubbing it against his speedo clad ass. He pulled my speedo back up, and rubbed his pouch against mine. I loved the feel and sound of the Lycra from my cock rubbing the material around his ass. I wanted to pull the back of his yellow speedo down and shove my cock into his ass so badly, but wasn’t sure what they were after next.

Then she went to the chair in the corner and sat down, and he asked me very bluntly, “will you fuck me while she watches?”

I thought I was going to cum in my speedos right away! Yes, yes I will. He got on the bed, on hands and knees, and I pulled the back of his speedos down just under his ass cheeks. I started to eat his tight, smooth ass out – it was so fresh and clean from the hot tub, I really went to town on him. After a while, I pulled his speedos down around his knees, and started to jack his hard cock – uncut, around 7 inches, thick, totally smooth balls and just a trim patch of bush above his cock. I loved the feel of his foreskin running over the head as I jacked him off, he was pre-cumming lots.

He kept talking to me in German (or maybe her?) the whole time. She was fingering herself, with her bikini on still.

I pulled my speedos under my balls and jacked my cock a bit before rubbing it around his hole, he backed into it, begging me to put it in. I teased him for a bit, letting the pre-cum get all over his hole before popping my cock head in. He took it with a big moan, and moved his hips back and forth while I held on to them, getting right down to the base as I started pumping his ass.

He kept moaning very loudly, and saying things I didn’t understand… but it was hot. I’m sure the people in the next room could hear us (well him, I was making some noise too, but nothing crazy). After a few minutes, he told me he was going to cum, so I put my hand on his dick and jacked it while I fucked him. He shot his load all over the sheets and a few strings of it stuck to my hand… I moved it up to his mouth and he licked it off. He told me to keep fucking him, which I did for a few minutes more… he was moaning so much it was making me want to blow super fast, which I did, right in his ass. I pulled his hips tight into my cock and bush while I blew the last few pumps, and he collapsed into the bed. My speedos were around my knees, and I left them there…

I kept my cock inside him, loving the feel of his tight, athletic ass, and let my cock throb in him a bit with my cum and our sweat. I laid on top of him a few minutes, nuzzling my mouth into his neck and kissing his strong back, then I felt her kissing my neck and reaching for him… I had totally forgotten she was in the room!!!!

She was naked, and looking very pleased. They spoke in German and made out a bit as I lifted myself off his body. They were hot for their age, that was for sure. He looked ravaged, with his face in the pillow and his yellow speedos now around his ankles. She asked him to fuck her, and he said yes, pulling his speedos off and throwing them on the floor… I used the chance to excuse myself to the shower. When I came out, they were fucking, and paused to ask me to join… I said, no, thanks… but it was fun and I had to go… They were really into each other, and not totally paying attention, so I grabbed his yellow speedo from the floor and slipped it in my robe pocket, thinking these will be hot to try-on later and jack off with. I had put my speedos and robe back on and tied it up before I slipped out the door. I never did get that drink!

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Hello, guys. I know it has been a long while since I published on this amazing site! But chapter 4 is here and I hope you enjoy it. A few quick things:

I completely “remastered” the lockdown story and have published it on amazon. I made some changes such as the title which is now: “Lockdown With Step-Daddy.” So, please check it out it will include the final crazy chapter, chapter 5 and new, sexy scenes that were not included in chapters 1 though 4. 

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A Single Man Clapping

Still, with a marginally parted mouth, Curtis blinked at his phone rapidly in a bid to confirm what his eyes were seeing was, in fact, the truth. He could hardly believe he got a reply and at that moment, he was overcome with anxiety as to what the message could possibly say. Curtis hoped it would be positive, that he would be able to have his friend back but he knew, deep down, that it was far more likely to be a message that could be summed up in two words: “Fuck off.”

The notification read on his lock screen as: “One New Message: Rob Deeley.” 

He stood from the comfort of the white leather sofa and paced around the coffee table in a semi-worried manner. The daddy exited the living area and thumped his large feet over to the breakfast bar where he stretched out his thick, hairy arms and grasped the edge of the bar with force with his phone still in hand. 

‘Stop being a wuss.’ he spoke to himself in his low growl of a voice, ‘Read the message. Read the message.’

With his thumbprint, he unlocked his phone and clicked on the notification of said message in order to bring him to the messaging app quickly and in a flash, the reply he was so nervous to read appeared before him as well as a smart-looking profile picture of Rob sitting at the table of a swanky restaurant. The profile picture was to the left of the message he had written and before even reading it, the sexy daddy took a second to stare at the man — who was once a best friend — to see how time had treated him. 

Although they were the same age, Rob had maintained a younger-looking face. Not many creases, or “daddy-lines” as Toby thought of them, and there wasn’t a grey hair in sight. Curtis, himself had come across the odd strand of silver hair but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t hide underneath his perfectly healthy, dark brown hair. The sexy, rugged daddy believed a magical product known as, hair dye, might’ve had a hand in helping Rob achieve his youthful looks.

He couldn’t deny that Rob was still attractive. The jet-black hair — dyed or not — sat impeccably styled atop his head. Emerald eyes that shared the same deep shade as the grass on a manicured lawn stared back at him, eyes that he once was envious of as it was almost always the first thing people would compliment him on.

With a deep breath, Curtis brought his eyes to the message itself and read it silently as he soaked in every word.

“Hello, Curtis. 

I have to admit, I was pretty shocked to see a message from someone I haven’t spoken to since I was a naive youngster at uni. 

Curtis, I don’t hold any ill will towards you, and so, in saying that, I’m open to talking it through with you if you feel the need to. 

Rob.”

To say the daddy was gobsmacked was an extreme understatement. It was a friendly message, a positive one, and Curtis was delighted. Safe to say the butterflies in his stomach were going crazy, causing him to feel tingly all over. Fearing his legs giving out from below him, he slowly turned and headed back into the living area of the spacious apartment. He sought out the sofa and collapsed onto it. 

He leaned his head back and sighed deeply as his eyes closed. Before he could give the message or his reply any more thought, he felt a presence above him and saw a shadow cross his eyelids. He opened his chocolatey brown eyes slowly and was startled to see Toby’s face hovering over his. 

‘Jesus!’ Curtis gasped with a fright, ‘You scared me half to death.’

‘Wimp.’ Toby mocked jokingly. 

‘Wimp?’ exclaimed Curtis, he grabbed a cushion and whacked Toby with it hard, ‘If anyone is a wimp around here it’s you!’ 

‘Er, no I’m not.’ he said defiantly. 

‘Fine, Mr Brave Man.’ the naked daddy stood from the sofa and slowly approached Toby who stood behind the comfortable, white leather piece, ‘Why don’t we watch a horror movie tonight with dinner.’

‘I think I’ll pass on that, daddy.’ Toby was retreating around the other side of the sofa as Curtis hunched his body forward as if he was about to chase the young man.

‘What if I don’t let you?’ 

With that, Curtis began to run after his twink like a mighty lion, but Toby was no couch potato, if the hairy daddy was a mighty lion then he was a graceful gazelle. He ran around the sofa just as fast as his daddy and with his more powerful athleticism, Toby was able to leap over the glass coffee table with ease in a desperate bid to not be caught by daddy, even though he was surely going to fail just so that Curtis could do whatever he wanted afterwards.

‘Daddy!’ the twink was panting. 

Toby looked to check on where his step-daddy was in the midst of the chase and stupidly stubbed his toe on a leg of the coffee table. As he hopped around on one foot, he continued laughing loudly from the fun he was having — fun which outweighed the stubborn pain a stubbed toe brought on. The sudden slowness caused by Toby’s mild “injury”, allowed Curtis to get a leg up and the next time Toby was limping in front of the sofa, the daddy dived across it, landing on the soft cushions that decorated it while pulling Toby on top of himself in a hurry. 

As the daddy’s got comfortable in his haphazard position, the twink struggled to escape the tight clutches he found himself in. Both men were laughing loudly, every time the twink thought he was free by pulling up his daddy’s arm, the other — equally thick and furry arm — clamped down around the young man’s slender waist, locking him down as his covered bubble-butt rubbed against the stiffening cock. 

‘I think you’re liking this a bit much!’ groaned Toby, continuing to fight free. 

‘What do you mean?’ asked a near-breathless daddy, he knew what Toby was referring to but just loved to play with his boy continuously. 

‘This.’ 

Toby stopped fighting for freedom and instead circled his hips which caused his round cheeks to brush over the naked prick and full daddy balls. Curtis exhaled slowly at the touch, a touch he has come to love. 

‘You can hardly blame me, can you? Not when you’re rubbing up on me with that big ass of yours.’ 

‘No blame placed, daddy.’ he sighed.

Toby was getting into it, his ass was performing a perfect routine of circular motions upon his step-daddy’s meat. The twink could feel it throb often, especially when the cock came close to the tight hole, Toby even smirked to himself when he felt some warm precum smear against his smooth, porcelain-pale ass. 

‘Ok. Ok. I have to get up.’ said Curtis, tapping Toby on the shoulder to signal him to move. 

But he didn’t. He stayed put, rubbing his wide bubble-butt as if he was trying to get his daddy to cum there and then. Curtis noticed that Toby was playing with his nipples, judging by the bent elbows and soft moans coming from his mouth.

‘Toby… fuck.’ he whispered. 

He gave up. Knowing that Toby was in charge now. The daddy was too tired to move him by force and quite frankly, he didn’t want to. Resting his head back upon the cushions, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the ride Toby was about to take him on. 

‘Take these off.’ 

The circling came to a slow stop and Toby giggled seductively as he stood. A prominent boner was evident, the thin material of the shorts he was wearing did little to conceal it. He stood still for a brief moment, his gaze travelled down his daddy’s hairy body before landing on the bobbing prick that was glossy with precum. 

‘Take them off.’ Curtis said again. 

Toby obeyed. He gripped the loose material and began to pull his shorts down. The material strained as it passed the hard dick and once it had, Toby’s second most impressive body part slapped his abdomen and his balls jiggled as an aftershock. He stepped out of them with one foot and with the other, he picked them up and kicked the shorts towards his daddy where they landed on his face, just as he hoped they would. 

‘You may be into sniffing shorts,’ he said as he flung them back to Toby with a smile across his face, ‘but I’m not.’ 

‘You don’t want to smell me?’ whined Toby as he straddled his daddy. 

‘Not your used shorts, boy.’ 

Toby feigned a look of sadness while pushing back and rubbing his exposed hole over the sensitive dickhead. 

‘Would you smell mine?’ the daddy asked with a curious expression. 

‘I have before.’ he admitted without hesitation. 

‘When?’ 

‘Mainly before we started doing all this. But, I have done it since as well. In secret, obviously.’ 

‘Really?’

‘Yeah. Do you like that?’ he moaned softly as he leaned forward and nuzzled into his daddy’s neck, feeling the beard scratch his delicate face as he did so. 

‘Yeah. Sounds kinda hot. Was it my boxers?’ the daddy exhaled as he always would when Toby did these things to him, feeling him nuzzle and kiss at his neck gently was no different. 

‘It was.’ he chuckled. 

‘You were smelling my boxers? Fuck, boy. Fuck, why do I find that so fuckin’ hot?’

‘Because… maybe you like the idea that your stepson has been sniffing at where your big cock and big balls sit all day.’

‘Fuck, Toby.’ he groaned. 

‘I love how they smell, all musky. And sometimes, if it was a day you were particularly busy, the smell lingered in my nose for hours after I had put them back in your washing basket.’

‘You’re a dirty boy.’

Toby lifted his head from Curtis’ neck and looked towards the older man with a smile.

‘A dirty boy for daddy.’

‘Oh, yeah.’ he said as he moved an arm behind his head, letting it fall behind the armrest of the sofa. To Toby’s horned up delight, the bushy underarm suddenly became visible and he practically began foaming at the mouth as fantasies of his drove to the centre of his lustful mind. 

‘Daddy?’ he asked with puppy dog eyes and a slight bite of his bottom lip. 

‘Yeah?’ 

‘There has always been something else I’ve wanted to smell.’

‘What’s that, boy?’

‘Your underarms.’ he said with slight hesitation. 

Curtis didn’t speak for a moment, nor did he break eyesight with the gorgeous twink who sat upon him as if he was riding a mechanical bull. 

‘Have at it.’ he finally spoke. 

Toby’s face almost split in half due to the enormous grin that spread across his smooth face like wildfire. He didn’t wait, he couldn’t. He had wanked about this a few times, each time building upon the desire to see the bushy underarms up close, to smell them, to kiss them. The naked twink lowered his head to the underarm and absorbed as much of the sight and smell as he could. The thick black hair nested there was aesthetically pleasing, and as a man who had no previous interest in underarms — not since the desire grew legs when Toby noticed them, really noticed them a while back — he found it quite hot that he could now only describe the underarms as perfection. 

‘Daddy.’ he moaned amongst the fur. 

‘Feels nice, boy.’ 

It was yet another new experience for Curtis. Never had anyone done this to him, not that he had given the act much thought beforehand. But, now, with Toby rubbing his face in his furry underarm, sniffing wholeheartedly all the while, made Curtis’ prick solid. 

Soon, the twink finally performed the last thing he had planned in relation to having access to his daddy’s not-so-ripe underarms, the thing that would sometimes push his orgasms to the brink when he imagined this scenario while he wanked, the twink finally stuck his tongue out and swiped it upwards. Tasting the small amount of sweat that was present was like cocaine for the twink, he literally thought that his pupils expanded as the musky taste of the sweat coated his tastebuds. 

‘Oh, Toby.’ the daddy laughed as he found it somewhat ticklish to begin with. 

His body squirmed slightly as Toby lapped up the manly nectar hidden in the black as night fur. The young man grunted like an animal and Curtis noticed he shared a similar grunt when he rims and eats out his boy’s hole. 

‘It’s so good.’ Toby grinned as he pulled himself away for a moment to voice his content. 

‘Yeah? You like that?’ he asked. 

The daddy pulled his arm forward, covering the hairy treasure, much to Toby’s dismay, and grabbed a hold of his boy’s face and positioned it in front of his own.

‘Hi, daddy.’ whispered Toby.

‘Hi, boy.’ said the older man, still holding Toby’s chin with a firm grip.

A smooth body lay on a hairy one, the contrast was striking. It was a contrast they loved, it signified the main difference between them: Curtis was the daddy and Toby was the boy. 

‘Can’t I continue?’ 

‘No.’

‘Oh, c’mon.’ he said as he attempted to move back to his daddy’s underarm, an attempt that failed as he couldn’t break free from Curtis’ grasp — as was the continued trend.

‘Kiss me.’ the daddy said with a sharp exhale.

Toby leaned in slowly. It was electric, he could feel the fine hair on his arms stand up. Their lips collided as softly as two clouds in a light breeze and they kissed. The kiss was warm, intimate, loving and it continued without interruption for a while until Curtis pulled away. He watched as his boy took a few seconds to open his eyes and close his pretty pink parted lips. 

‘Horny boy.’ chuckled Curtis.

‘Daddy, I want you to fuck me.’

‘You want me to fuck you?’ asked a surprised Curtis. 

‘Not just fuck me… ’

Toby bent down to his daddy’s ear, once more feeling the thick beard scratch at his face.  

‘… I want you to breed me.’ 

Without giving the daddy a second to compute what was asked of him, Toby stretched a hand around to his ass, grabbed a hold of his daddy’s big meat and lined it up with his hole. A hole which had the remnants of lube from an earlier finger fuck Toby had treated himself to. He was glad he did have fun with his ass, otherwise the fuck might’ve been uncomfortable to begin with given how impressive his step-daddy’s cock really was. But, even if he hadn’t, the twink would’ve put up with a little pain if it meant he got to feel his daddy’s cock buried deep inside him. 

‘I feel your hole.’ said Curtis, enjoying the sensation of his precum covered cock head touching the tight entrance, ‘It’s a bit cold, did you put lube in your ass?’

‘Yeah. You like it?’ he asked as he pushed all his weight onto the dick, forcing it inside him slowly.

‘Yes, I do.’ moaned Curtis.

The daddy allowed Toby to take his prick in his pale bubble-butt at his own gradual pace, a pace that would be most pleasurable for his boy. He believed that once his cock was buried deep and Toby’s hole was stretched a bit to accommodate it, he could fuck harder and faster, at a pace that would also be pleasurable for his boy. 

The glossy, precum covered dick head slipped in, and in that instant, the pair of naked men looked to one another with wide eyes and just as wide smiles. The hole was warming up rapidly around the throbbing cock head and the extra help from the lube Toby used earlier proved helpful in easing the big daddy dick in without a fuss. 

‘I’m in.’ gasped Curtis. 

‘Yeah.’ Toby chuckled, ‘You’re in.’

With the head in, the hardest part was over, now all Toby had to do was sit back further and let his ass do the rest of the work, which is what the twink did. He pushed his large ass down slowly, gradually taking the massively thick eight inches of his step-daddy’s man meat piece by piece. 

‘Fuck.’ groaned the twink as he tilted his head back.

‘You good?’ 

‘Yeah, daddy. It’s so fucking big!’ 

With the cock now inserted fully, right down to the fuzzy, full balls, Toby gave the cock time to fully settle inside him and also to allow his stretched asshole to get used to such an invasive monster being up there.

‘You’ve got such a fuckin’ tight ass, boy.’

‘I’m sure, uh, you will get it loose in no time.’ laughed Toby.

‘Bounce on it, boy.’ grumbled Curtis as he placed his hands on Toby’s slender hips.

The younger man placed his shaky hands on the broad, hairy chest in front and prepared to bounce for his step-daddy.

‘Take your time, boy. No rush. No rush at all.’ 

Curtis was loving the feeling of his massive cock deep in the warm and willing hole of someone he loved. He was finally fucking an ass, a fantasy since he was a horny teen has been fulfilled and he couldn’t think of a better, juicer, rounder ass to fuck for the first time than that of his nineteen-year-old stepsons.

After developing his rhythm, the twink proceeded to pick up the pace by pushing against the hairy chest he was leaning on and lifting his ass into the air. Inches of his step-daddy’s cock slipped out, but Toby made sure to leave the cock head in at all times. Once his ass was high enough that almost all of the thick dick had retreated from his horny hole, he slammed back down hard, hard enough that his ass glided to the base and Curtis’ big balls slapped his bubble-butt.

‘Fuck yeah!’ yelled Curtis. 

‘You like my ass, daddy?’ purred the twink. 

‘Oh, shit, boy. Yeah, I do. Take all of daddy’s cock!’

The dirty talk spurred Toby to go full throttle, his asshole was swallowing his daddy’s manhood from tip to base with each hard backward motion. His beautiful bubble-butt rippled each time it collided with the hefty thighs and balls of the older daddy. Curtis licked both his index fingers and brought them up to Toby’s erect nipples and began flicking them with his wet digits.

‘Oh, daddy!’ moaned Toby. ‘I like that.’ 

In a quick motion, Curtis pulled Toby down towards him and sucked on the nipple. Luckily, it didn’t take Toby long to regain the fucking pattern he had created on the throbbing cock. With his stepson’s delicate, pink nipple in his mouth, Curtis swirled his tongue around it and ever so gently bit it. 

‘Oooh, daddy. Fuck!’ 

Toby’s nipples were as hard as his cock, and that was saying something as the twink couldn’t recall a time his impressive twink prick was as hard as this before. The daddy released the nipple from his mouth and gave it a few seconds respite before latching onto it once more with his pearly whites and sucking on it as if he intended to draw milk. He thought Toby’s nipples were gorgeous, just another body part that seemed better on his stepson than any female he had fucked previously. Pink, pert and perfectly proportioned to his increasingly muscular chest. 

The room was filled with the sound of loud clapping. Clapping that seemed to echo around them as Toby’s butt slapped down onto his step-daddy. The noise itself was incredibly arousing for the pair, it held the same weight as dirty talk in that it just turned them on even more so. Curtis could feel his orgasm reaching its crescendo, his balls were tightening like a vice around a piece of wood. He didn’t want to cum, he wanted to make the fuck last as long as possible, however, the skills of Toby — and his magnificent ass — was making the task of holding off his load near impossible.  

‘I don’t think… I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer. Your ass is so fuckin’ good!’ he bellowed.

Toby, like the slut he is, couldn’t wait to be filled with his step-daddy’s hot seed. He didn’t care that the fuck didn’t last thirty minutes, he knew how tight his ass could be at first and most guys were lucky to last as long as Curtis did. 

He reached for his daddy’s furry pecs and squeezed them roughly in his hands, enjoying the feel of the coarse dark hair slipping between his slender fingers. The twink sat up straight, the cock still firmly implanted in his pale ass, and he began to rotate his large behind in a circular motion slowly. 

‘Oh, fuck, boy. Where’d you learn to move your ass like that?’ groaned Curtis in absolute pleasure.

‘You know,’ he began through shallow breaths, ‘A little fuck here, a little fuck there.’

‘My, my. Aren’t you a little slut?’ he joked, knowing Toby would take it as one. 

‘For you, daddy? Anytime.’ 

Before long, the twink was fully grinding his ass onto his step-daddy’s large cock. His upper body wasn’t moving much, his ass was doing all the work as he held onto his daddy’s beefy chest with all his might. His grip was fierce, enough that the daddy noticed pain coming from his squeezed pecs, but Curtis wasn’t going to tell his boy to release them anytime soon, especially if holding onto them brought Toby comfort and pleasure. 

‘You gonna breed me, daddy? You gonna fucking cum in me? Get it all sloppy, huh?’

The words and their context were enough to take Curtis by subdued surprise. He hadn’t thought that far ahead as to whether he would cum inside Toby, cum over him, or make him swallow it. The daddy decided in a time shorter than it takes to blink that he would indeed be cumming straight up his stepson’s beautiful asshole. 

‘You fucking slut, you want it, you want your daddy’s seed?’ yelled Curtis.

‘Yes, daddy!’ the twink yelled back. 

Curtis pulled Toby down until the twinks head was nestled in his neck and with his arms wrapped around the lean shoulders, he stole the thrusting motions from Toby and pummeled into the ass with no remorse. Pound after pound, his cock was going deep into the gut of his twinky stepson, almost like it was finding the perfect spot to unload its baby batter. The sound of slapping intensified, what once was heard like a single man clapping from the opposite side of the sofa now sounded like a small group of guys cheering them on. 

‘I’m close.’ Curtis whispered into Toby’s ear.

‘Do it, dad. Cum in me.’ Toby whispered back.

‘Oh, fuck!’ he yelled out. 

Being called “dad” did something to Curtis. It felt naughty, taboo, and it only strengthened his erection as if it was a steel beam. With the utterance of the title, the step-daddy stopped holding back his incoming waves of cum and decided to let Toby have it. 

With one, balls-deep-thrust, the hairy daddy unloaded inside the now not-so-tight asshole. His hot seed soaked into the pink flesh of his boy’s man pussy. It was relentless, the amount of shot’s that came firing out of his cock was truly a load for the ages. It felt non-stop, his balls were just constantly churning out wads of cum that would then fire from his throbbing daddy dick. Rope after rope of thick, creamy baby batter found a new home deep in Toby’s bubble-butt. 

The twink whimpered loudly, he felt his daddy shake as a result of the intense release and he could almost feel the warmth from the seed absorb into him. Curtis pumped out a few short, weakened thrusts, just enough to ensure his balls had completely emptied. He was growling like a caveman throughout and held onto Toby for dear life, not letting the twink so much as twitch. 

But once he felt like he’d finished, he relaxed his tight grip across Toby’s back, yet the twink did not move. His stepson just lay there, as still as a grand mountain in the Scottish Highlands while regaining his breath. 

‘That was… fuck.’ groaned daddy. 

‘I know, dad.’ 

Curtis shuffled his head into the crevice between the armrest and the back of the sofa so that he could look towards Toby, and as Toby was currently playing with his daddy’s chest hair, all he could stare at was the ruffled up hair atop his boy’s head. 

‘What made you want to call me “dad”?’ he asked with his low voice that always sent Toby’s hole into a quivering overdrive. 

‘I, um, I don’t know.’ 

Curtis’ cock was still hard, the out-of-this-world orgasm he endured and delivered deep into his nineteen-year-old stepson’s ass tunnel, did little to make his impressive rod flaccid. As it remained inside Toby, the twink lazily moved his ass around, enjoying the full feeling for as long as he could. 

‘Tell me.’ he almost pleaded, ‘I liked it, in case you’re thinking I didn’t.’

‘It turns me on so much.’ he admitted. 

‘Yeah?’ he enquired as he reached for Toby’s cheeks with both hands before rubbing them softly with his rough and thick daddy fingers. 

‘You are the only “dad” I’ve ever known and I guess I should be more open to calling you that sometimes when I’m as horny as ever.’ he chuckled, enjoying the touch from his stepdad. 

‘You can call me that whenever you want, boy. I’m your dad, your daddy, your stepdad, your step-daddy. It all makes my cock stand to attention.’

‘I noticed the extra spurts of cum when I called you “dad”.’

‘Yeah, it really hit me. After that, I just wanted to get your hole soaked with my baby batter. Get you… get you knocked up, boy.’

‘I want to be knocked up by you, daddy.’

‘You are. Daddy got you good and pregnant.’

Toby raised his head off his stepfather’s furry chest but left his fingers to continue twirling amongst the coarse hair. He leaned forward with a smile on his face and kissed the man who bred him, intimately. As their tongues intertwined once more, Curtis squeezed both of Toby’s firm cheeks which ushered a slight moan to escape from the twinks mouth. The daddy delicately moved his fingers down Toby’s bubble-butt, tickling it along the way. His fingers continued their journey downwards, following the crack of Toby’s ass until he reached his cock. 

‘I don’t want it to come out.’ moaned Toby as he pushed back with his ass hard, making the removal of the cock somewhat difficult. 

‘Don’t worry, boy. Your big butt drained my balls. You got every last drop of daddy’s seed. And hey, give me a few hours and I’ll have you bent over the sofa, screaming like the whore you are with my thick cock drilling into you again.’

Toby smiled from ear to ear at the whole statement, finding it troublesome to determine which part he liked the most. 

‘Ok, daddy.’ 

‘I didn’t even notice.’ he said as he scooped up cum from his chest, ‘You came?’

‘Yeah.’ beamed Toby, ‘Hands-free, daddy. Thanks to you.’

Fuck, boy. Now that’s hot.’

Toby sat forward slightly, his ass lifting as he did so and Curtis managed to pull out his cock. Enjoying the slick, wet and used hole, the meaty member came out easier and faster than when it went in even though the daddy was still solid. Toby was no fool, however, and he tightened his hole with all his might as his daddy exited in a bid to keep as much of the warm fluid in his hole as he could. 

‘Didn’t spill a drop.’ noticed Curtis. 

‘Ha! You knew what I was doing?’ 

‘Is the Pope Catholic?’ 

Toby smiled as a response before hurrying to spin round upon his daddy and allowing his ass to rest above the sexy, fuzzy stomach. 

‘Go on then. Show daddy your leaking hole.’ he said as he put his hands under his head, showing off his furry underarms in the process. 

The twink giggled, brought his hands to either side of his cheeks and began to pull them apart slowly. It was agony for Curtis, waiting to witness his fresh seed drip from his boy’s hole was as exciting as when the luxuriously red, velvet curtains open at a posh theatre, heralding the commencement of a grand performance. 

But his patience paid off. As Toby’s bubble-butt hovered over his stomach, Curtis’ eyes grew wide as his boy’s used hole winked at him. Slowly but surely the creamy liquid that he was so desperate to see made its appearance. Moaning wildly as he held his mammoth cheeks open, Toby was only aware of cum leaking out of him when his daddy cheered him on.

‘Oh, yeah. Boy, you got daddy’s cum dripping out your pussy.’

‘Yeah? You like it?’

‘I love it!’ he confirmed as he slapped the cum-leaking ass in front, ‘Looks good.’

Then Toby could feel it slide down to his swinging balls, it felt nice. The whole experience did. Like it was always supposed to happen. He kept on winking his hole, knowing fine well his step-daddy would appreciate it. 

‘I think that’s all that will fall out.’ he informed Toby as he swirled a single-digit amongst the splodges of cum that lay on his stomach, ‘The rest is just smeared over your hole and covering your balls.’ Curtis paused for a second, loving the view before him, ‘C’mere, come lay on me.’ 

Toby turned his head, still with parted ass cheeks, and smiled at the welcoming open arms of his stepfather. The younger man spun around once more and lay on the hairy chest which he adored, not caring about smearing the spilt cum between their bodies. 

‘That was hot… son.’ said Curtis, thinking that if Toby wanted to call him “dad” with an erotic spin on it, then maybe the twink would like to be called “son” in the same context. 

Toby exhaled deeply at the calling and snuggled in like a puppy seeking warmth and attention from its owner. 

‘Do you wanna know what happened after you rimmed me and I came while playing video games with Eric?’ asked Toby.

‘Yeah!’ he exclaimed. 

‘Well, he heard everything.’ began Toby, still in utter bliss after their first fuck, ‘But, he didn’t guess it was you.’

‘So what did he think?’

‘He thought I was a whore that got some guy round to fuck my brains out.’ 

Curtis sniggered loudly and gripped his boy tighter. 

‘That’s hilarious. And poor baby was only getting rimmed and fingered.’ 

‘I know. I’m the poorest of all.’ 

‘What else did he say?’ asked Curtis as he looked to the white ceiling above him. 

‘He said that you sounded like a rough fucker… ’

‘A rough fucker?’ interrupted Curtis. 

‘Yeah. Oh, not like the “just got out of jail type” rough fucker. Rough fucker as in you fucked me rough.’ he clarified with a giggle.

‘I’m just winding you up.’ 

‘Good to know.’ grumbled Toby jokingly, ‘He heard spanks but I don’t remember if you spanked me or not. Did you?’

‘I don’t remember. I probably did.’

‘Well, he just thought it sounded hot. Oh, and he came to the sound of us “fucking”.’ said Toby while raising his fingers to make the inverted commas sign.

‘Hmm.’ the daddy smirked at the idea of his stepson’s friend jacking off because of stuff they were doing, ‘That’s pretty hot.’ 

‘Eric isn’t your type, daddy.’

‘Oh, my, my. Are you feeling jealous, Toby? Huh?’ 

‘No.’

‘I think you are.’ he sang teasingly while beginning to tickle Toby.

‘No, daddy, stop!’ he howled.

‘C’mon. Admit it. ‘

‘No, I’m not jealous! I’m just, ah, saying he’s not your type.’

‘I never said he was.’ 

‘Ah, fuck. Stop it.’ 

‘Not until you say it.’ he chuckled. 

‘Fine. I would be jealous if you fancied Eric.’ 

The tickling ceased and Curtis’ hands resumed rubbing Toby’s smooth back, much to the young man’s relief. 

‘I think I can safely say that you are the only twink for me.’ he reassured. 

‘Yeah? But, do you think our experiences might make you want to explore with other guys? Do things that are way different from anything I would do.’

‘What… like piss play?’ he asked with a smirk on his rugged face, again winding the twink up. 

‘Maybe. I mean, if you want to do piss play with me, you can. You can piss on me, daddy.’ the twink said quickly.

‘Relax, son. I’m not into piss play.’

‘Oh.’ he paused, ‘Well, have you ever had experiences with guys before me?’

‘Once or twice.’ 

‘At uni?’ asked Toby, he stopped playing with the hair upon his daddy’s chest, he was eagerly awaiting the answer. 

‘Yeah. How’d you guess?’

‘I think most guys experiment at university.’

‘I guess you’re right, and I just happened to be one of those guys.’ 

‘What was his name?’ 

Curtis stuttered before closing his mouth altogether, if he was really about to divulge this information, he wanted to ensure he spoke of it correctly and in the right way. With his hands trailing along Toby’s back, tickling him in a much more tolerable way, he allowed the words to exit his mouth. 

‘His name was Rob.’ he cleared his throat, ‘We were best mates before uni but our bond strengthened throughout as well. One night, we got drunk… crazy drunk, and we ended up fooling around.’ 

‘What did you do?’ asked Toby with a small smirk, a smirk unseen from Curtis as the twink was nuzzling into the broad, hairy chest. 

‘We had been busy studying for literally two weeks prior, and we still had a lot more studying to do as exams were coming up. So, because of that, we hadn’t had much time for fun.’

‘Blowjob fun? Pussy fun? That kinda fun?’ 

‘Is there any other kind?’ he laughed briefly, ‘Neither of us had enjoyed a blowjob in that time and all of a sudden, Rob offered me one.’

‘What?’ gasped Toby. 

He tried to raise his head to stare at his beefy step-daddy, but Curtis held his head down with his thick, furry arm and sniggered as he did so. 

‘It didn’t take much persuasion on my part. I was horny as hell, and I guess I maybe had gay thoughts swirling round before that.’

He cleared his throat once more and shuffled his body into a more comfortable position, but still with his boy laying on his furry chest. Toby remained still, he couldn’t believe that he wasn’t the one to introduce the rugged and butch man into the realm of homo pleasure — even though he suspected there must’ve been some sort of experience prior in his life.

‘Rob got on his knees and before I could even react, my hard cock was pulled from my jeans and stuffed into his mouth.’

‘No way!’

‘Yeah.’ he scoffed through a shallow exhale. 

‘Was it good? Did you cum in his mouth?’ asked Toby, a twink who could barely contain his excitement and desire to know the answers.

‘Yes… and yes.’ 

‘Daddy! Oh, my god! I can’t believe you came in another guy’s mouth!’

‘Don’t be so surprised. As you said, guys at your college have fooled around with you. It’s just more commonplace than I think anyone cares to admit. Plus, I was hella horny.’

‘What happened after?’

‘Well, he swallowed my load and I went to bed.’

‘Typical straight guy.’ he joked. 

‘Did you not hear the part about me already having gay thoughts?’ said Curtis as he playfully slapped the top of Toby’s head. 

‘Yeah, I did. Did you not want to suck him off?’

‘Nah, I felt weird after that, I don’t know why. He didn’t. He seemed ready to strip and have some more fun, but I just wanted to go get my head together.’

‘Is that when you guys fell out?’

‘No, we fell out a good while after that. We sat our exams, passed them all and had another night out. We got back to our dorm, wasted, and like a couple weeks before, Rob asked if he could give me another blowjob.’

‘And you said no?’

‘It was more than that.’ he sighed deeply at the thought of telling his stepson, ‘He wouldn’t drop it. I told him I wasn’t interested in another blowjob and that it was just a one-time thing. In truth, I was scared. Scared to go down a road that I thought I would struggle on. Rob kept touching me, rubbing his hands along my thighs but I didn’t want it. I was over it. I couldn’t be… gay.’ he admitted with an exasperated breath. 

‘Why?’ inquired Toby. 

‘My parents.’ he grumbled, ‘They were the most homophobic people you could ever meet. I decided to not allow myself to experiment further, lest my true feelings come out and risk my place in the family.’ 

‘Aw, daddy.’ 

Toby tightened his arm around his daddy’s waist, he wanted to comfort Curtis, just as Curtis would comfort him in any situation it was needed. 

‘I punched him. Hard.’ he admitted, a blank expression covered his face.

‘Rob? You punched Rob?’ asked a shocked Toby. 

‘He wouldn’t stop. I punched him in the jaw as hard as I could. I wasn’t thinking clearly and I didn’t mean to. I just… I was just worried about everything. I didn’t know if I was gay, all I knew was, if I was gay, or if my parents found out I even looked at another man in that way, I’d be disowned.’

‘I understand, daddy.’

‘We didn’t speak after that. Our time at uni was drawing to a close anyway and once it did, we didn’t see each again either. But, I messaged him last week.’

‘No way. Really?’ said Toby, pushing past the blockade that was his step-daddy’s arm and resting his own across the fuzzy stomach as he looked towards Curtis. 

‘Yeah.’ he answered with a short laugh and smile. 

‘What did you say?’ the twink asked softly.

‘That I was sorry for what had gone down and that I would like to talk to him and clear it up. And… maybe talk about the situation between us.’ 

‘Between us?’ 

‘Yeah. Would you be ok with that?’

‘Yeah, totally.’ he stuttered. 

‘Cos if you weren’t happy, then I wouldn’t.’

‘No, you should. It’s fine.’ he paused, ‘Has he responded?’

‘I read his reply just before you came through and we fucked.’

Toby laughed fondly. His mind drifted back for a second to the full feeling of his stepdad’s cock pummeling his prostate before blowing a load deep inside. 

‘Tell me.’

‘Later, boy. Right now, I’m thinking of having some sausages. Fancy ‘em?’

‘Sure thing.’

Toby sat up fully and slipped off the sofa with finesse, Curtis trailed behind and he too slowly sat up before stretching his arms above his head and drawing a deep breath. He stood in front of his naked stepson and with an arm reaching around his back, the daddy pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss. 

Toby sighed in a longing way as if he had gone years without a kiss. The truth was, for Toby at least, that every kiss was as good as the first. Their tongues mixed together, swirling together like two aquatic animals amid a mating ritual. Curtis broke it off not long after and he stared deep into Toby’s bright blue eyes with delight. He smiled warmly at the slender yet defined twink and ushed for him to proceed to the kitchen. 

When Toby turned from his step-daddy to do just that, his bubble-butt received a hard smack, one that elicited a loud squeal from Toby and a sexy smirk from Curtis.  

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I’ve written before how a photo will get my mind working on a story.  This photo of porn star Luke Wilder resembles how I imagine Deputy Keith Wilson to look.  I hope you enjoy this micro-story.

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Parking in front of the mailboxes after a really rough day, I leaned back and closed my eyes. Had I not received a text message announcing the arrival of a replacement foot for my sewing machine, I’d have gone straight to my apartment. I took a deep breath and headed out to retrieve my mail. I wasn’t one step into the covered area when I saw him, and he was in the uniform of a deputy sheriff.

My feelings of fatigue and lethargy completely disappeared. My heart rate and my blood pressure immediately shot up. Blood began pumping to my groin. I glanced his way as I stepped to my box.

He wasn’t wearing a uniform the first time I’d seen him; he was wearing white shorts and playing tennis with someone. His obviously narrow waist, less than thirty inches I was sure, was accentuated by his strong upper body. He had broad shoulders, strong chest muscles, and he was smooth. His straight hair seemed to part naturally in the middle and was cut shorter on the sides. He had real sideburns that made me want to touch his face. His skills at playing tennis were certainly above average. I did my best to watch him without giving myself away. He had the kind of body that men either wanted or wanted to lie under. He was in my thoughts that night before I fell asleep.

I didn’t see him again for several weeks. I kept watching for him, but his absence caused me to conclude that he was a guest rather than a resident. One day, I’d come home for lunch, and he was jogging down the sidewalk. His skimpy running shorts left nothing to the imagination. He was muscular all over, and his package appeared slightly above average, so the next time I formed a naked image of him, he sported an erection measuring about seven inches in length. When I closed my eyes and dreamed about wrapping my fingers around it, my index finger just touched my thumb. On that day, I had tried to glance in the mirror to see his back, but with his running in the opposite direction of my drive, I didn’t see much. I hoped that he was indeed a resident, and I decided that I needed to walk the grounds more often.

The third time I saw him, he was doing laps in the pool, I was on my way to the office to report a burned-out bulb in the light for the stairs for my apartment. While making the report, I decided that now was the best time. I’d walk up to him, introduce myself, and find out if I could take him out to dinner.

He was swimming on his back as I walked next to the pool. I turned chicken-shit, and I kept walking. I hurried back to my bedroom and released the sperm that had been trying to get out when I first saw him swimming. I wondered whether I should move. Just a glimpse of him was driving me crazy.

Two weeks later, he’s in a uniform getting his mail. I tried to remember to breathe as I went to my box. I ignored him and checked the slot. It was empty. As I closed the door, I looked over at him, and he was looking at me. I froze; well, not all of me, I felt a tingle in my groin.

He walked up to me. “I’ve wanted to meet you. I’ve seen you looking at me. My name is Keith and…” He paused. “Shit.” He smiled. “Are you getting hard?”

I felt my face get flush. Fuck, my dick was pushing to get out of my underwear. How should I answer? “I’m Scott, and yes, I’m popping a boner. And it’s not the first time you’ve done that to me.”

His smile grew broader. “Yeah? You’re doing it to me, too.”

I looked down, and indeed his pants seemed tighter in that area.

He leaned forward and kissed me. His hand brushed against my bulging package. “The ball’s in your court now.”

“Apartment 308,” I said. I walked toward my car. I turned around. “Now.” I went to my car, and it was difficult not to drive insanely fast to get to my apartment. He was right behind me in a police cruiser. I hurried to the stairs and quickly climbed to the landing. I turned back to see a handsome deputy a few steps from the bottom. I continued to watch him. I wanted to remember every moment of what was about to happen.

“Forget your key?” he asked as he reached the top.

“No, I just couldn’t take myself away from the sexiness of your climbing the stairs.”

“Me?” he asked. “Watching your ass wiggle on your way up gave my hardon a hardon.” He pulled me to him as I slid the key in the lock. I could feel his boner pushing into my ass. “Better hurry,” he whispered, “or I’ll have to fuck you right here on your doorstep.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” I insisted, but I wanted so badly, I think I might have let him.

“I don’t think you realize how irresistible you are.” He kissed my ear.

I pushed the door open and pulled him inside. I pushed it shut and locked it. Tossing my keys on the table, I felt his hands grab my ass and pull me up to him. His mouth covered mine, and I let his tongue have its way. His tool belt was in my way; I wanted my body to be completely against his. I ran my fingers along the close-cropped hair on the sides of his head and then through the longer hair on the top. Fuck, he was so sexy. And those sideburns. I rubbed my face against them.

I wanted to feel flesh against flesh. I stepped back and began to unbutton my shirt. “Can I help you get yours off?” I asked.

“It’ll be faster if I do it myself. He removed his toolbelt and pulled his shirt loose before unbuttoning it. I watched every movement. His bullet-proof vest was next followed by his t-shirt. Seeing his smooth, muscular, chest this close made me weak in the knees.

I kicked off my shoes and shoved my pants down to the floor. I tossed the pants and the socks on a nearby chair and stood in front of him in my underwear. A huge wet spot was growing where the tip of my dick pushed against the fabric. I looked up at Keith, and he was sliding his pants off. His underwear had pushed down, but the elastic band was caught on the tip of his hard cock. I got down on my knees and freed it from its cage.

I had to wonder if anyone had ever written a love sonnet to a penis. It was a man’s tool, not his only one, in the art of love. Keith’s erection was about six to seven inches in length and a perfect girth to fit inside my mouth. The head would have to enter my throat if I were able to get my nose down to his tiny bush of brown pubic hair.

My hands grasped onto his ass as I slid the shaft between my lips. There was resistance at my throat, but I prevailed, and as it popped farther in, an audible gasp from Keith told me he enjoyed what I had done. I spent about a minute slipping my tight lips up and down his rod before releasing it and standing.

I gripped his hand in mine and led him to the bedroom. Up to that point in my life, my preference was to be taken from behind. I could concentrate on the sensation of a hard cock struggling to get past my tight ass muscles, finally winning, and then the wonderful sensation of having my prostate massaged.

I didn’t want to see the face of the man boning me. He’d be gone in a few weeks, maybe a month. Would Keith prefer to fuck me from behind? Would I be just a hole to him? I wanted to watch his eyes as he took me, to see his face as he pushed in, to watch his expressions as our fuck intensified to its conclusion.

I led him to the bed and pulled the sheet and blanket to the side. Reaching into the nightstand, I brought out the lube and condom.

“Will you put it on me?” he asked. Then he kissed me again. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, and when he released it, he dropped down to his knees and began sucking my cock. He was an expert. He took all of me into his mouth and then ran his tongue up and down my shaft. I felt myself shudder in delight. He stood back up. “I don’t want you to come yet.”

I reached down and applied a little bit of lube to his dick before unrolling the condom over it. A little more lubricant on the condom and he was ready. I climbed onto the bed and prepared to apply some lubricant to my ass.

“No, wait. Not yet,” said Keith, and he positioned himself near my ass and began to rim me. I’d had guys tell me they wanted to, but none ever did. I was squirming within moments causing Keith to laugh deliciously with a low tenor rumble. He added a finger to the fun, and I went from moans to gasps to eye-rolling lightheadedness.

When he lowered my ass to the bed, I felt him adjust his cock to align with my hole. He looked at me; and I, at him. He pushed, and I pushed back, and his dick slipped into me.

“Oh, baby,” he said as he stared directly at me. I felt that he meant it. We kissed as he moved in and out of me. He pulled his head up just slightly; we were still able to maintain our gaze. Before long the frenzy of our desire was met with the increased frequency of our fuck, and I felt myself clamping down on him.

“Scott, baby, I’m close. I’m really close.” He pushed into me hard, determined, and I saw the moment of ejaculation register on his face. I let go and came as well, and then we fell together. I pulled his head to my chest. Minutes passed as our breathing slowed; our heartbeats returned to normal.

From experience, I suspected that he would begin to move at any moment. He’d proceed to the bathroom to clean up. The usual stuff.

But he didn’t. He stayed there, slowly moving his arms until he held me. We were still holding each other just like that fifteen minutes later. It was so nice. There must be a better word to describe it, but it was nice.

Finally, he broke the silence. “Scott, this is usually where I say thank you, dress, and leave. Or you make it clear that you are ready for me to go.”

I remained quiet, and I gave him a little squeeze.

“I don’t want to go,” he said. “I want to stay like this a while. This feels nice. In a little bit, I’d like us to get cleaned up and go to dinner. Then I’d like to come back and do this again.”

“I’d like that, too.” I bent my head forward and kissed the top of his head. I felt tingly all over.

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On and off I have chatted with Grandpa John, a gay man in his 80’s and we had fun on line. He lives in a small town in Arkansas and mentioned making a visit to San Diego for a few days and I told him that he can stay with me if he would like to. He accepted my offer. He told me when he was going to be arriving in town and was going to rent a car when he got into SD.  

He said I am flying into SD on Monday afternoon and should be at your place around 5 pm. Ok, I said and I gave him my address and Phone. On that Monday I was up and cleaning up my place and it was around 4.30 Pm that my phone rang and saw it was Grandpa john who was calling. 

Hey Grandpa john how are you I asked. He said great Dave and looking forward to meeting you. He said I just got in town and rented a car and will be at your place in about 30 minutes. K see you then I said. I got things ready and had a bottle of lube on the side of my bed cause I was gonna give Grandpa John some great sex that night. 5 pm The doorbell rings I opened the door and it was Grandpa John. 

Hello Grandpa John it’s so nice that we can finally meet in person. He said great to meet you to and I greeted him with a kiss. I asked how was the flight and the drive over He said it was good and I asked him you must be hungry after that long flight and drive. He said yes I am hungry but do you mind If I shower and change first. I told him go-ahead and mentioned that I showered an hour before he got here. As he was showering I was getting my socks and shoes on and 10 minutes later he was out and dressed. 

Wearing a Redshirt, blue shorts, white socks, white shoes with velcro. I said I know this Restaurant that makes the best burgers and fries in town called Burgerville. He asked how far from here? I said only 10 minutes. We both walked outside I locked up and we got into his rented Tesla. Great choice of rental I told him. Thanks, he said I actually own one. 

He put the address for the burgerplace in his G.P.S and we were on the way. We had the massive Burger and fries. We also stoped off at the local market and got some box of soft cookies for desert and took them back to my place. When we got in the door we got out of our shoes and socks. We had a few cookies and a cup of coffee. 

After we had our dessert and coffee he said Grandpa John wants another kind of desert and licked his lips. I said yes I know what you want you horny Grandpa next thing we are all over each other. We got up and I took the remote to lock up my house and we both brushed our teeth and headed into my bedroom. We were kissing each other and I started to lift up and remove his shirt and he did the same to me. 

I undid his belt, unbuttoned and unziped his shorts and pulled them to the ground and he did the same to me and we both stepped out of our shorts. We were now down to our underwear and I pulled his down and he steped out of them and He pulled mine down and I steped out of them. He grabbed my cock and was stroking it and I grabbed his prick as well. He were kissing and stroking one another. feel good? he asked I said yes Grandpa John. 

We were kissing and he got on the bed.  I got on top of him and kissed him all over. I went down and said to him I am gonna suck your old-fashioned wrinkled dick. I sucked him and He was saying OH Davey that feels good. I licked his balls and sucked on them OH!!!!!!!!!!! OH JESUS!! I then put my mouth back on his prick and went up and down very fast and then he yelled AH I” M CUMMING!!!!! He came in my mouth. 

He had me lay on my back and he said let me show you what I can do. He placed his, mouth on my dick and was rolling it around in his mouth with his tongue. Then he started to blow on it I  said what is the blowing for. He stopped for a second and said it will get you harder. He proceeded to keep sucking and blowing until I was hard as hell. 

I said K Grandpa John on your stomach. He got on his stomach and I said I am gonna lick your asshole. I was licking his ass and he was going wild. Yes, It tastes like old-fashioned candy. I grabbed some lube and lubed up his ass and then my cock. I said OK Grandpa John are you ready for my big cock?  He said OH GOD YES PLEASE! I inserted my cock into his asshole and started slow. 

Oh yes oh baby he said over and over. I said you like that, don’t you. He said yes please Davey give it all to me! I was thrusting a bit faster and he was gonna oh yes oh ya pound this old-timer. I was fucking him like crazy and the bed was also shaking and he said OH YES FUCK ME FUCK MY ASS!! GIVE ME THAT SEED!! 

I was going very fast now and he was moaning and saying HARDER!!!!!!!! HARDER!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!!!! A few moments later I felt my orgasm and knew I was about to explode. I said at the top of my lungs  OH YESS!!!!!! GRANDPA JOHN HERE IT COMES I’M GONNA CUM INSIDE OF YOUR WRIKLEY SHRIBBLED ASS!!!!!!!!!!! TAKE MY SEED!!!!!!!!!! TAKE IT TAKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!AHH!! A few seconds later I sprayed my load into his ass. A moment later I pulled out and we were laying on the bed. MY god Davey that was great sex!  Grandpa John told me.  I said yes that was fun. we then fell asleep 

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There’s a secret society at the US Naval Academy.

It’s hidden in plain sight.

On the surface, the Navigators are a mainstream Christian ministry that helps midshipmen develop a personal relationship with their savior through biblical teachings, worship, and fellowship. A secret splinter-sect, however, has a different perspective and agenda.

Rejecting the exhausted dogma of traditional thought, they chart a new course. Worshiping divine masculinity and universal brotherhood, their mission is the cultivation of a pervasive homosexual moral, cultural, and spiritual ethos in the Navy.

With constancy of purpose, they advance the glorification of masculinity in the Fleet. Shaping policy within the Pentagon, high ranking apostles envision a day when gay officers and enlisted men can openly serve with pride in the world’s most powerful Navy.

Until then they must operate in the shadows.

* * * *

YP-665 departs Santee Basin.

The 80-foot yard patrol craft built by Stephens Bros, Inc. is utilized for navigational training. Displacing 55 tons, equipped with two 12V-71 marine diesel engines, the craft can cruise for 1,800 nautical miles at 12 knots for five days without refueling.

Seductive breezes whisper possibilities.

High above, wispy cirrus clouds – sailors of the sky, drift by.

Charting a north-west course the craft navigates 5 miles up the Severn River. Aboard are 12 midshipmen and a crew of 4 enlisted sailors. Selected by the Commandant, the young men possess highly-honed skills and the proper disposition.

All are Navigators.

“You nervous?” asks Calabrese, the 1/c midshipman operational leader.

“A little. It’s my first off-campus mission,” responds 4/c Parker.

“Don’t worry, everything will proceed smoothly,” throwing a reassuring arm about Parker’s shoulders.  “They’re powerful and eccentric. But mostly harmless.”

“They’ll all fancy you Parker. You’re so getting fucked,” laughs Spicer.

The 2/c midshipman from Montana is strikingly handsome with auburn hair and gunmetal blue eyes. Lean and powerful, the 155lb state champion wrestler has a stunning physique. A profusion of granite muscles sheathed with unblemished alabaster skin.

“Screw you, asshole!”

Parker is the youngest midshipman on the mission. Breathtakingly beautiful, his flawless body will draw significant attention. Draped in perfection, his strong jawline, full lips, and confident eyes are reminiscent of a young Apollo – the radiant archer.

He knows he’ll be taking more than his fair share.

While he worships Divine Masculinity and craves oral communion, he’s not as enamored with being fucked. Not that he’s had much choice in the matter. A rite of passage, novices take turns over the barrel and receive robust blessings from upperclassmen.

“Relax. Everyone has a role to play. And fate will have its say,” advises Calabrese.

Due to proximity to Washington DC, the Academy has close ties to important men. Senators. Congressmen. Powerbrokers. All the beltway’s homosexual elite. Progressive and likeminded, the Commandant belongs to the local Mattachine Society.

It’s named after a French medieval fraternity of unmarried masked men. Through anonymity they criticized monarchs with impunity to foster social change. The American version advocates equality for homosexuals through the transformation of cultural and social institutions.

There’s a strong relationship between evolving social policy and military service.

The Great Wars demanded a new paradigm.

Playing a vital role in reshaping the social landscape, the military transformed America with the acceptance and integration of Italian, Irish, German, Polish, Black, Indian, and Asian service members. A diverse military for an increasingly diverse society.

The last frontier is the integration of sexual diversity.

The Society’s annual weekend retreat is scheduled at a secluded location. Accessed by private invitation, members will revise strategic plans, propose new policies, and evaluate current initiatives to advance the acceptance of homosexuality in the military.

Activities are also planned to celebrate their inverted culture.

The debauchery of the Friday night kickoff reception is legendary. It’s an opportunity for gentlemen to freely indulge sublimated desires without fear of repercussions. And this year the Commandant is generously supplying midshipmen as entertainment and facilitators of fantasy.

For Annapolis, besides accomplishing covert objectives and currying political favor, it’s an excellent opportunity to assess young Navigators under adverse real-world conditions.

A calm sea does not make a skilled sailor.

So the limits of endurance, lubrication, friction, and wear must be tested.

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Daylight fades to dusk as the YP approaches St. Helena Island.

Situated in Little Round Bay, the private 16-acre wooded island has a long sordid history. Owned by several wealthy families over the centuries, morphing through time, the enclave is the intellectual and libertine playground for progressives, revolutionaries, and homophiles.

Subversive politics seasoned with scandalous debauchery is soup du jour.

Demanding greater individual liberties, breaking free of rigid social constraints, deviation is the new norm. While righteous men patrol the power corridors of government during the week, they freely indulged perverse sexual predilections on weekends at St Helena.

Excitement grows with the expectation of hedonistic madness.

Erections are outlined in the midshipmen’s Dinner Dress uniforms. White jackets. Black trousers. Gold shirt studs. Black bowties. Gold cummerbunds. The iconic uniform is worn to formal functions in the summer when civilians normally wear black tie.

This is an important mission. Deploying irresistible assets, they will forge new and solidify existing alliances with congressional members. Charming Appropriations Committee members, they also hope to secure resources for new initiatives.

The secluded island sanctuary sports spectacular sweeping vistas.

Occupying the crest is the elegant centerpiece.

Built on a Palladian style five-part plan with colonnaded porticoes, the 6,567 square foot Federal period brick mansion has six fireplaces, exquisite mahogany woodwork, imported marble floors, and spacious salons with coffered ceilings.

Isolated from law-enforcement intrusion, several safes built into the masonry harken back to when the prohibition-era speakeasy and illegal casino catered to prominent citizens.

The ebb and flow of time obscures the past.

And for a brief moment St. Helena had a prominent seat at history’s table.

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Presidential Executive Order 10450.

Signed by Dwight D. Eisenhower in 1953, it bans homosexuals from federal employment and military service. Broadly demonized, inverts are ruthlessly hunted and prosecuted. And thousands of federal employees are fired under suspicions sans any proof.

It’s a dangerous time for university professors, eccentric bachelors, artists, and the entertainment industry. The Lavender Scare witch hunts dovetail with the McCarthy Red Scare. Paranoid America and law enforcement agencies see subversives, traitors, and inverts everywhere.

In Los Angeles a militant society is founded to fight back.

The Mattachine Society.

The grassroots homophile movement has its origins in the American Communist Party. With its utopian vision of an enlightened revolution, it battles for acceptance and equality for homosexuals, lesbians, and other disreputable sexual deviants.

Growing quickly, cells in a dozen cities emerge. Secrecy is paramount. Different levels of membership provide increasing access to classified plans. Isolated for security, membership and safe house locations at one cell are unknown to other cells.

The Island of St. Helena is remote and inaccessible.

Providing secure logistics, it serves as the secret headquarters and meeting place for the Washington D.C. cell for years. Many radical plans are hatched on the island. And vitriolic diatribes are penned for dissemination to influential, progressive publications.

Embroiled in political and social upheaval, the government is at war with its citizens. As the nation struggles through counterculture, social, and sexual revolutions, the Vietnam War, and civil disobedience, law enforcement agencies increase surveillance of deviants.

Peaceful meetings and gatherings of homosexuals are routinely infiltrated by members of the Perversion Section of the D.C. Police Department’s Morals Division.

Raids, arrests, and interrogations ensue.

Incarceration with psychoanalysis, aversion therapy, and castration is routine as psychiatry appropriates homosexuality from religion and transforms it from sin to mental disorder. And it’s believed all deviate sexual behavior is treatable if not fully curable.

As the Red Scare progresses the Society’s association with communism proves problematic. A battle for control ensues and the connection severed. Guiding principles are replaced with a more moderate ideology similar to that espoused by reformist civil rights organizations.

And the modern Gay Rights Movement is born.

The road bends, attitudes change, and the madness slowly attenuates. The McCarthy Red Scare is discredited and burns out. Although improved, it’s still deleterious to be identified as a homosexual. And grounds for immediate expulsion from military service.

The struggle for acceptance, assimilation, and equality continues.

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The YP docks and secures her engines.

Four yachts are already tied to the pier.

Disembarking, the midshipmen ascend an ivy covered knoll. Following a meandering flagstone footpath through a dense forest of white oak and hickory, they pass meticulously manicured gardens with colorful perennials, ornamental shrubbery, and red azaleas.

Marble fountains and Greek statuary populate the estate. Dionysus is the focal point of the west garden. The naked androgynous youth is the god of the grape harvest, winemaking, unrestrained consumption, ritual madness, fertility, and religious ecstasy.

The midshipmen enter the mansion… promenading in military splendor.

Two-dozen silhouettes are clustered in the grand salon.

Radical European socialist thoughts about sexual relationships are being discussed. Of particular interest is the emergence of new homosexual subcultures, youth’s eccentricities and exaggerated mannerisms, and the bohemian flare for the bizarre and outrageous.

Conversations cease as the young stallions are greeted with a resounding cheer. Changing the room’s dynamics, elevating expectations, the sudden rush of excitement is intoxicating. Feasting with hungry eyes, the men envision a spectacular evening of unbridled pleasure.

“Boys! Welcome to St. Helena,” greets the host.

The senior senator from Maryland, a sexual dilettante by inclination, is open to exploration and new adventures. Exceptionally handsome as a young man, he is now on the downward slope of attractiveness. Such is the transient nature of youth and enchainment of time.

“Thank you sir,” responds Calabrese. “The Commandant sends his personal regards and best wishes for a successful meeting.”

“Please convey our appreciation to the Admiral for providing excellent companionship.”

“Of course, sir.”

“I do hope we can arrange more frequent collaborations.”

“Sir, it’s a privilege to serve our leaders.”

Anonymity is in-order for the soiree – a masquerade of sorts without paper masks. Honoring the organization’s Mattachine Society roots, the gentlemen have adopted French resistance fighter nom de plumes – Claude, Francois, Edouard, Louis, Gaspard, and more.

Concealment and lies are second nature in Washington. Perpetuated to insulate from scandal, extortion, and blackmail, it affords protection from powerful special interest groups, criminal organizations, and overly ambitious law enforcement.

Unspeakable inclinations must be hidden from prying eyes.

Knowing perversions’ true name gives power and dominion to their enemies.

Introduced as Marie, the recently retired FBI Director’s flamboyant mannerisms, muliebrity, and couture validates whispered rumors. Maintaining confidential files on adversaries’ indiscretions, he possesses embarrassing information that could destroy careers.

Feared by Congress and Presidents, the FBI grows into the world’s preeminent law enforcement agency with seemingly unlimited reach and resources.

Well trained, the discreet midshipmen recognize the important wielders of authority, influence, and fate. But they pretend otherwise. Co-conspirators, they also operate in the shadows, slowly advancing their own agenda, strengthening and expanding their sphere of influence.

There’s great power in the knowing and keeping of secrets.

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Crystal decanters materialize.

Pappy Van Winkle Family Reserve 20 Year 90 proof bourbon.

It’s the beverage of choice for special occasions. Considered by many to be the world’s finest, distilled and bottled in Kentucky, the dark amber bourbon is extremely difficult to procure due to low production and high demand.

Midshipmen are plied with generously filled snifters. Tulip shaped glassware, with a tapered opening inspired by nosing glasses, is the perfect vehicle to experience the bourbon’s concentrated aromas as the Master Distiller intended.

Served neat, it would be criminal to vitiate the exquisite profile.

The midshipmen are experienced consumers of potent beverages. Star athletes in high school, attending countless celebratory parties, they possess relatively high tolerances. Engaging in salacious conversations, they work the room and maneuver towards designated assignments.

At a minimum each will accommodate two gentlemen.

Most will entertain more.

The men represent a benign subspecies of an increasingly wild zoo of inverts. Their preferences have been meticulously documented by field operatives. There’s a suitable midshipman to satisfy every taste and inclination: top, bottom, dominant, submissive.

Although yearning for different adventures, all crave young flesh.

The seductive quest for forbidden fruit is impossible to resist. Harboring a fascination with boyishness, the men romanticize and idolize youth. Focused on physical attractiveness, the wrapping is valued over its content. A thing of beauty is a boy forever.

The midshipmen entertain the men with sea stories of sexual exploits. Reaching into the archives of depravity and delight, they perform ditties, raunchy limericks, and bawdy ballads that have imperiled innocence and offended sensibilities from time immemorial.

‘Billy Roy, cabin boy, nautical little nipper. 

Lined his ass with broken glass, and circumcised the skipper.’

Adventuresome hands brush against tempting asses and tumid gear as the gentlemen explore youthful landscapes. It’s a significant upgrade from the usual diet of mediocrity: boy prostitutes, hustlers, and street urchins populating Washington’s seedy underbelly.

Like the other service academies, Annapolis supplies exceptional boys to select clientele with impeccable credentials. Buried deep within arcane US Federal Code is a cloaked condition of continued congressional compensation for charmers, coquets, and catamites.

The Navy is the preferred provider for the White House and Capitol Hill. Naval bases strategically located across the country and overseas also provide enlisted sailors to support State, Justice, and other Federal Department requirements.

A tangled web of manipulation is being woven.

And the pursuers are pursued in pursuit of pleasure.

Midshipman Calabrese and a gentleman from Virginia make eye contact across the salon. They know each other. With a subtle gesture an impromptu intersection is arranged. Words are quietly exchanged as admiring glances are directed towards Parker.

An understanding is reached.

Trained in the subtle art of seduction, playing well-defined roles, the midshipmen enchant their targets like the Sirens of Odysseus. Inculcating desire within the unwitting men, they stir the imagination with the promise of the otherwise unattainable.

The demonic power of words and alcohol inflame repressed fantasies.

Attacking known vulnerabilities, the boys skillfully create the illusion of fulfillment. But like psammead, magical creatures that grant wishes for the duration of one day, the midshipmen’s erotic spells will disappear with the next sunrise.

“This is amazing,” cries a gentleman with a racing heart.

“How do we proceed?” asks a new congressman.

Government is a complex hierarchical organization with clearly defined levels of seniority. Within Congress, seniority is primarily determined by length of service, leadership positions, and membership on powerful committees: Appropriations, Armed Services, Finance, Ways and Means.

Although it does not reflect the line of succession or the co-equal status of the branches under the constitution, the ‘order of precedence list’, maintained by the State Department’s Protocol Office, is adhered to for diplomatic, ceremonial, and social events.

Spirited conversations and verbal sparring ensues.

Each man desires a Ganymede, son of Tros, King of Dardania.

Breaking with formal protocol, disregarding rules and regulations like desperate gold-rush prospectors staking land claims, frantic voices try to declare rights and jurisdiction over particular boys to satisfy aberrant inclinations.

Most are interested in erotic role play: father – son, coach – athlete, teacher – pupil, scoutmaster – boy scout, priest – altar boy, doctor – patient, police – juvenile offender… and endless variations. Extensive paraphernalia and accoutrements are available to enhance the fantasy.

Selections were anticipated weeks ago by the Commandant.

With very few exceptions the parings prove correct. At least for the first round. After that anything goes. Resting and recuperating between rounds, most men will naturally wish to experience as many midshipmen as possible.

While the majority will actively engage the boys in all incarnations of sexual pleasure, a handful are inclined to watch from the shadows.

Taking the initiative, caressing the elegant dress uniforms, buttons are undone, belts unfastened, and zippers lowered. Seductively stripping the accommodating midshipmen, shirts, trousers, and undergarments are ceremoniously removed as young flesh is revealed.

And the salon is strewn with the detritus of discarded clothing.

The young stallions delight in displaying their proud masculinity. Their bodies invoke images of classical mythological heroes and gods portrayed as young nude males standing in contrapposto. Provocatively rubbing tumid shafts, they reach maximum tumescence.

The appreciative men examine the offerings from every angle. Savoring the erotic perfection of youth – the exquisite skin, exceptional abdominal definition, substantial genitals, and alluring asses, they feel the delightful sting of concupiscence… the source of all humanity.

Men with boys in tow disperse throughout the mansion and gardens.

Some desire privacy; others remain in the salon relishing an audience.

With few exceptions the gentlemen crave midshipmen jam… the quintessence of youth and virility. With a limited supply available, the delicacy is a prize worth fighting over. And having once partaken of the exceptional cuisine, there’s no return to pedestrian fare.

Down on knees, the men instinctively lean forward and pay homage. The fresh taste of youth resonates on tongues. Impatient feeders, like starving third-world children they lunge forward and devour the delicacy, and vigorously suck until rewarded with potent elixir.

Midshipman 2/c Spicer proves prescient.

Parker is the center of attention.

Hungry feral eyes consume the gorgeous plebe. Yearning to explore their dark side, the impassioned men want novelty – a taste of the forbidden. Appearing innocent and pure, Parker is the perfect screen on which to project their degenerate fantasy.

A forced gangbang.

Collaborating on the adventure, moving deliberately like a pack of wolfs, five skilled predators quickly surround the midshipman. Excited by what society deems abhorrent and unacceptable, they want to abuse the defenseless boy. Vigorously. Repeatedly.

Bearing minatory grins and tumid shafts they aggressively grab the boy and shepherd him towards the formal dining room. Understanding the precarious situation, sacrificing personal preferences, performing his sworn duty, Parker embraces his destiny.

“Stop! Release him. Now!” commands a voice with authoritative timber.

A wild card is dealt. Fate intervenes.

The heroic knight, the charismatic gentleman from Virginia, has been watching Parker all evening. With a profound sense of entitlement, wielding unquestionable political power, the House Majority Leader is accustomed to getting what he wants.

And he wants Parker.

The midshipman looks strikingly like his own teenage son.

It’s a moment of uncertainty. Tension is tangible. With potentially deleterious repercussions, it’s never wise to get between a frenzied pack and its intended prey.

“But Leader, we all want to fuck him,” a congressman starts to protest.

“Shut up. He’s mine. Gang rape another,” he demands.

Several men briefly consider fighting for their preferred meal. Instinctively cautious, the experienced political animals exercise restraint and weigh the potential consequences.

Cowering in fear of retribution from the party patriarch, the pack ceases their advancement and reluctantly relinquishes Parker. Surveying the salon, they focus on a strikingly handsome midshipman with auburn hair, alabaster skin, and a profusion of muscles.

Midshipman 2/c Spicer.

Radiating natural masculine power, gesturing with an arrogance born from a lifetime of commanding underlings, the House Majority Leader draws Parker to him. With a strong moral compass and facade of respectability, few realize he harbors intense incestuous fantasies.

“Come with me son,” the man commands.

“Yes father,” replies the grateful Parker.

And they head off to the mansion’s master bedroom.

* * * *

Playing his role, Spicer struggles to escape.

But not too hard.

Making the perpetrators work for their prize, he increases their ultimate pleasure. The illusion of nonconsensual sex is not irrational, impulsive, uncontrollable lust, but rather a deliberate hostile act of rebellion over the personification of time.

Wounded with mortality, slipping past the peak of desirability, lurching towards infinite darkness, the men seek a reprieve from the destructive, all-devouring force.

Like Zeus and his siblings, who wrest control of the universe and time from Cronus, the men subjugate Spicer… a proxy for youthful time and sexual attractiveness. Consuming his potent masculinity, they are psychologically revitalized and regain control of their existence.

The scrum comes to its inevitable conclusion.

Outnumbered and overpowered, the midshipman is restrained. Gloriously naked, his smooth hairless body, firm pectorals with erect pink nipples, corded washboard abdominals, narrow waist, and swole ass excite the predators. A living work of art.

Spicer is ceremoniously marched into the formal dining room.

The grand space with oak beams and shimmering wallpaper is dominated by a solid mahogany table with turned legs and artful embellishments. Exquisitely crafted, the 8-foot long by 40-inches wide Colonial table has a rich deep-brown stain with a semi-gloss finish.

Positioned at the head of the table, Spicer is bent over the apron with stomach and forearms against the hardwood top. Spreading his legs and rotating hips, the men ensure proper alignment for further exploration from behind.

At the far end of the room are French doors to the West garden. Open to access the scented summer breeze, Dionysus watches and commands the humans in the pursuit of ritualistic ecstasy.

Entrenched in their clutches, the experienced boy appears defenseless and vulnerable. Appreciating the masculine form, their eyes are automatically drawn to his oversized gear. Bent backwards and bobbing, the massive cock hangs tantalizingly between muscular legs.

“It’s amazing,” exclaims an enchanted senator.

Unable to resist, his hand slides up-and-down the meaty 8-inch shaft.

Fully erect, a prominent blue vein runs the entire length down to the impressive ball bag. Heavily laden with key-lime sized fruit, the stretched floppy sack sways like a novice sailor in rough seas.

Feasting on the muscular ass, massaging the firm creamy white cheeks, admiring the innate perfection, the men anticipate the exquisite pleasure of fucking the delectable boy. Providing no quarter, they spread Spicer open. Revealing the defenseless flower.

Exchanging wolfish grins, they maneuver for unobstructed views.

The recipient of a robust Naval Academy education, the boy has enjoyed significant attention from his superiors. Slightly parted with raised rim, a stunning palette of crimson, carmine, and burnt sienna encircle the exquisite rosebud.

“Damn, look at that sweet fucking hole,” raping Spicer with licentious eyes.

“Oh my god. It’s even more beautiful than I imagined!”

Why are men so attracted to this seemingly simple flower? The answer may transcend its innate beauty and instead reside in the natural fascination with the forbidden.

Although exposed and utterly vulnerable, Spicer isn’t embarrassed. In fact, he’s proud that his body can arouse strong emotions and desire in the distinguished men. As government property, he understands and accepts that his body belongs to the Navy and Nation.

Naturally submissive, he has found his calling.

Standing behind Spicer, a Massachusetts congressman admires the inviting ass. Disdaining laborious preparations, employing a minute amount of lubrication, running fingers around the quivering ring, the House Majority Whip initiates the ultimate act of domination.

He’s the elite product of white privilege.

Obtaining a master’s degree in public policy from the Kennedy School of Government at Harvard University and a J.D. from Yale Law School, the skilled elocutionist enters politics. An expert manipulator of circumstance, sacrificing integrity for ambition, he quickly ascends to a leadership position in the Democratic Party.

“Who fucks him first?” asks a junior congressman.

Bureaucratic contortionists vigorously discuss options.

Distracted, they don’t notice the Whip’s intent. Ignoring the rules of the game, with a sense of entitlement he takes what he wants. Physically aggressive, stepping forward, holding the midshipman’s hips, he positions himself against the pulsing pliant pussy.

Staking claim to Spicer’s masculinity, with reckless disregard for anything other than his own pleasure, he forces his rapacious cock through the orifice. Barely able to contain his excitement, bucking forward, he violently impales the boy with one savage thrust.

“Uggh!” Spicer grunts in pretend pain.

Deliberating men take notice and turn towards the midshipman.

“What the hell? The order wasn’t decided,” complains a choir of voices.

“You can debate all night. I’m fucking him now,” declares the Whip with fervency.

Although annoyed he commandeered first fuck, the men grudgingly respect the Whip’s direct approach. Cutting red tape, Washington needs more men of action. Mesmerized, they watch the thick shaft aggressively pump in-and-out of the succulent ass.

Moving with perfect precision, intentionally changing attack angles and thrusting side to side, the Whip searches for maximum pleasure, stretching the chute’s protesting walls.

“Fuck him harder!” the audience demands.

And Dionysus dances in euphoric madness.

Whimpering and moaning, committed to the mission, Spicer takes the violent shafting with pride. Paying his dues, earning respect and enhanced privileges, he envisions winning a key leadership position next semester as a brigade striper.

Cloaked in protective shadows, surrendering to primitive compulsions, several men watch intently in silence. Mesmerized by the erotic performance, vigorously masturbating, the voyeurs’ dark desires are masked behind impenetrable eyes and inscrutable smiles.

Concealed cameras also watch. And record everything.

The soiree’s host acquires political capital.

Intoxicated with wonder, pounding persistently with pride, the Whip’s pendulous balls violently slap the passive midshipman. Pummeling the whimpering boy with reckless abandon, savoring the pleasure, he ensures Spicer feels every glorious inch.

Relishing the fabulous feeling of the squeezing chute, intense and relentless, the Whip is approaching climax. Ascending the euphoric pinnacle, he stiffens and explodes. Impregnating Spicer, he discharges potent seed inside the battered womb.

Breathing deeply… exhausted, he extracts himself. Spicer is stretched wide open. Admiring his handiwork, running a finger around the gaped and distorted ring, the Whip grins with satisfaction.

Another man quickly takes his place and plugs inside.

And then soon after another.

The aperture’s tightness is ruined during the night’s festivities. No longer serviceable, several adventuresome men experiment with double penetration. Unexplainable, there’s something compelling about opening up an ass… transcending perceived limitations and boundaries.

And Spicer takes an epic shafting.

* * * *

The next morning the midshipmen gather their belongings.

Exchanging farewells, they gingerly embark aboard the YP.

The enlisted crewmen smirk but remain silent. Battered and bruised, the midshipmen heroically accommodated all the men’s fantasies and fetishes. Mission accomplished. Securing powerful alliances and financial resources, the Commandant will be pleased.

The YP departs the dock and heads south.

“How’s your ass?” Parker asks mischievously.

“Fuck you,” replies Spicer.

Performing his duty, he accommodated an unprecedented number of gentlemen.

“You got lucky Parker,” notes Calabrese with a conspiratorial wink.

The experienced 1/c midshipman, the scion of a wealthy Virginia businessman, is a family friend of the powerful Majority Leader. Desiring business considerations, the boy’s father contributes generously to the man’s congressional campaign and political action committee.

Enjoying family vacations together, Calabrese is friends with the man’s son, a cute boy three years younger than himself. Encouraged to skinny dip in the exclusive mountain resort’s lake, the frolicking naked boys are closely scrutinized by the grinning man.

Especially his young teen son.

The man’s inflating gear betrays his perversion.

Highly astute, Calabrese immediately recognizes the truth. Confronted and having no choice, the terrified man agrees to a secret rendezvous in the woods. Reaching an amicable understanding, he greedily sucks Calabrese in return for silence about his taboo fantasies.

Calabrese’s field report is forwarded up the Navigators’ chain-of-command.

And it’s noted the man’s son closely resembles Parker.

Recognizing an opportunity, the Commandant considers sending Parker on the St. Helena mission. A dangerous undertaking, it’s not guaranteed the Leader’s incestuous fantasy will override internal restraints. 

And without protection, the boy would be subjected to a brutal experience.

In the end, it’s a risk he decides to take.

Calabrese is selected as mission leader to watch over the boy. Speaking briefly with the Leader in the salon, he reawakens the man’s incestuous desires… commenting on Parker’s remarkable resemblance and availability. The Leader is intrigued with the possibility.

Taking action at the last possible moment, the man rescues Parker.

Altering Spicer’s fate in the process.

Afterwards, the gentlemen discuss, debate, and extoll the skills of each midshipman. Gaining support of the House Majority Leader and Whip, the Academy solidifies its reputation as the Nation’s premier provider of young men and granter of dark desires.

Exhausted and well fucked, the midshipmen head back to Annapolis.

It’s another fine Navy day.

Another opportunity for The Navigators to serve the Nation.

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Gratitude to F.E. Cooper, mentor and muse.

Comments and readers’ experiences with midshipmen are always of interest.

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Mike Markham was feeling the isolation of this new hotel. A Colonel Portis had contacted him and arranged to bring the 66-year-old retired firefighter to Cornell as a surprise to his grandson Jake. Just 18, Jake seemed too young to be getting married, but the elder Markham had his suspicions. There had been rumors that the military-zone Texan town had found a way to continue procreation. The man was thrilled his grandson might have found a woman capable of bearing children. He was looking forward to the wedding tomorrow.

It was hard not to be struck by the air of secrecy. Not only the surprise appearance at Jake’s wedding, but the whole place. The Colonel had escorted him past the military gate and down a dusty road to the middle of nowhere. And finally to a deserted hotel that seemed to be half under construction, the other half deserted.

“Cornell’s a small town and I’m afraid this is all we got for lodging,” Portis said. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“That’s OK,” Mike said, though the place had a certain empty creepiness. “It’s just for one night.”

“Daniel and Aaron are busy with the rehearsal dinner, but they’ll be over shortly.” He handed Mike the room key. “You’re in room 203.” After giving the older man a firm handshake, the Colonel drove off.

Mike settled in and stepped out on the balcony. The sun was getting low but the air was Texas warm, and the lake below looked mighty good. Hell, there was certainly no one around to mind a skinny dip, he thought, stripping down and wrapping a towel around his waist.

The water felt great as he waded, but as he relaxed he felt hornier. Like bone-hard horny. Maybe I’ll find one of those fertile women, he thought lewdly. Hell, they didn’t even have to be fertile – the ex-firefighter would be satisfied with some recreational sex.

Before he pruned up, Mike got out and didn’t even bother covering himself with the towel. It was dusk and the place was dead empty. With a hardon he walked back up to his room.

He flipped on the TV and it hit him. A hot flash like he never felt before or could imagine swept his body. Then another. His asshole itched like crazy and instinctively Mike’s hand went down to touch it. The pucker was hot to the touch and opened up immediately, swallowing his fingers inside. Mike completed the circuit by lifting his legs and pushing his digits inside. A few inward self-strokes and his cock spurted onto his chest.

“Fuck!” he growled and pulled out his fingers. Clear slime covered his fingers and as Mike lifted them up he smelt a slightly sweet smell that surprised him.

Just then a knock came at the door.

“Who is it?” he called out nervously.

“It’s Daniel, Grandpa Mike,” the voice answered. “A and I decided to come by.”

Mike scrambled to put on some jeans and a T-shirt to be decent but he worried about the telltale signs of the orgasm he just had.

He shouldn’t have been concerned. When he opened the door, his two 20-year-old football-playing grandsons stood before him casually dressed and both visibly pregnant.

The young men didn’t leave much time for their grandfather express his shock. Instead they hugged the man they hadn’t seen in three years. “Hi Grandad,” each greeted.

“Hi,” Mike barely stammered out, but the contact with the boys and the sight of their pregnancies made his body convulse again. “I gotta lie down a minute, boys,” he excused himself.

“Good idea,” Aaron said, peeling off his shirt to show the huge swell, and full chest that showed a dusting of hair now. Daniel followed suit, and the two brothers joined their grandfather on the bed, flanking either side of him.

The older man felt paralyzed and confused. His oldest grandsons, who’d always been competitive jocks, were clearly bearing children. Mike wasn’t sure how this was possible, it felt like a surreal dream. But his dick surged harder looking at Daniel, then Aaron. Fully toned muscular young bodies except for the full roundness sticking out from their midsection. And a definite puffiness to their nipples, making them poke out like rubbery teats from their smooth pecs.

“How on earth did…?” the man started before another hot flash crested through his body and interrupted his ability to speak beyond incoherent groans.

Aaron smiled. “We’ll explain later, Grandad. For now, just go with it. Go with what your body wants.”

The man nodded just as Daniel’s fingers traced at the hem of his T-shirt, peeling it up. Aaron started undoing the jeans and pulled them down.

“Damn, Grandad,” Daniel grinned, running his hand along the hairy older muscle. “You’ve been keeping in shape. Dad’s gonna like this,” he observed.

The mention of his son made Mike’s cock spurt out some clear juice. What did Stan have to do with this?

Before he could reflect more, Daniel’s lips were on his kissing the older man, and Mike was responding.

“Where do you feel it, Grandad?” Daniel asked, as he pulled back.

Mike wasn’t sure exactly what his grandson was asking, but all his thoughts were based in his asshole. “Um, my ass. Feels so hot and itchy almost.”

Aaron looked up over his grandfather’s body at Daniel. “We gotta call Jake over.”

Daniel smiled and got up off the bed while Aaron scooted down the bed between Mike’s strong hairy legs. “Come on Grandpa,” he urged as he pushed the thighs up. “Just go with it.”

Mike nodded and felt a huge feeling of relief as his football-playing grandson started licking and munching his inflamed pucker.

“Oh God,” the elder Markham grunted as the rim job got more intense, Aaron’s tongue slurping up the oozing clear slime from his newly producing hole. A mini ejaculation of the clear liquid spurted from his hole and into Aaron’s mouth.

“He’s a bearer all right,” Aaron told Daniel as his brother got off the phone and returned to bed.

“You’re like us, Granddad,” Daniel grinned and stood on the bed, straddling his grandfather’s face and crouching down so his ass hovered a few inches above the man.

Mike was expecting to be repulsed and humiliated but as he looked as his grandson’s hair-dusted crack he immediate noticed how big and puffy the asslips were, like folds of a pussy, almost. And that clear oozing slime dripping from the center of the bud, forming a large pearl-size drop then dripping right onto Mike’s mouth and tongue.

Immediately he tasted the light sweetness, matching his own man-pussy discharge. His body got another hot flash and Aaron nearly choked on another ejaculation from his granddad’s pussy.

Mike, for his part, put his hands on Daniel’s thighs and pulled that young ass onto his mouth.

The threesome rim session formed a circuit between the three bearers, as Mike rode out two separate orgasms, unbelievably. He was climbing toward his third when a knock at the door interrupted the men.

“I’ll get it,” Daniel announced, standing up and drawing a thin filament of his pussy slime to his grandad’s lips.

“Hey bro,” Jake greeted as he walked in, wearing only some flimsy shorts that did nothing to hide his hardon. He tossed the keys to his father’s car, now his car really, onto the table with his wallet.

“Granddad’s real ripe for the picking, Jake,” Danny said, nodding over the bed where his brother was still giving a deep rim to their grandfather. Mike registered he was being talked about but his head was clouded in a fuck daze.

He did grunt as he saw Jake push down his shorts and reveal a massively long cock. Like, jaw-droppingly, insanely long. Through the hot flash, Mike consciousness focused only on two things, his burning asshole being tended by Aaron’s tongue, and Jake’s dick. His eyes watched the teen hardon sway lewdly with each step Jake was taking toward the bed.

“Hey Grandpa,” Jake finally said to the 66-year-old, breaking the spell. Forcing Mike to realize this was not just sex but his grandsons with him. Stan’s boys. His son’s sons. The young men he watched grow up before they moved to Cornell a few years ago.

“Jake,” Mike started, unable to process a complete thought. “You getting married tomorrow?”

“Yes, sir,” he replied. Jake nodded as he tapped Aaron’s shoulder to urge him out of the way. The older brother scrambled from his asseating position and let Jake in between their grandfather’s legs. Mike was clearly in heat and Jake knew he didn’t need to waste any time. With a shove he entered the older man.

Mike Markham let out a sigh of relief. Jake’s cock felt so good pushing into him. Way up deep into his insides. The big teen balls pressed against his ass.

“I’m marrying Dad tomorrow, Grandpa,” Jake added confidently, pulling out and shoving in again. “And our neighbor Doug Kelly. Though he’s been living with me for the last few months.”

The idea his big-dicked grandson was marrying his military officer son Stan went straight to Mike’s balls, which erupted in a huge cum all over his silvery fur.

“Fuck!” Jake grunted, sweating on his chest and pounding faster. “I’m gonna knock you up, Grandad.”

“Oh God,” Mike grunted. His objections were being pummeled away by the huge thrusting cock. It was like an out of body experience as he looked up and saw his youngest grandson, just 18, entering his orgasm and undoubtedly firing a major wad of seed deep inside the ass.

Jake smiled and collapsed on his grandfather’s now cum-drenched body, meeting the man in a deep kiss. With an extra emphasis, and to make sure the seed was fully delivered, Jake ground his crotch in slow motions against Grandad’s hole.

“How you feeling, sir?” Jake asked with a grin. He was still hard and knew he could go for another fuck in his grandfather’s deflowered ass right then and there.

Mike grunted. “That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had,” he admitted. “But will someone tell me what’s going on here?”

The young men laughed. Jake turned to Daniel, “Danny, fill him in while I go for seconds.” And he started fucking Grandpa Mike again.

****

“You ready to be a Markham?” Stan asked as he slipped on his uniform shirt.

“Yeah, Stan,” Doug Kelly beamed in excitement, but then he fiddled with the button his own starched white dress shirt, “if I can get this shirt on.”

Stan nodded. “I guess we’re really starting to show, huh?” That was an understatement as both men were well along in their pregnancy. Thankfully Stan had a few white shirts and an Army Dress Uniform coat with ample room in the waist.

Doug had a dress shirt custom made for the big day, guessing his growing size. The belly was fine, but it was the chest buttons which pulled tight. “I don’t know how, but my tits have even more milk in ’em these days.” The realtor’s chest was big with huge round swells now. He had been self-conscious about their size, bigger than Stan’s or even than most other Bearers in town, but Jake Markham seemed very into them.

“It’s the way Jake milks us,” Stan observed, slipping on his matching tie. “Seems to keep us producing pretty heavy.”

“Well, I hope he likes the way I look today,” Doug sighed as he picked up his cuff links and started putting them on. “I want it to be special for him.”

“You kidding, Doug?” Stan said, stepping up to his future co-husband and giving him a quick kiss. “My son’s crazy about you. Has been since that first day we moved in.” He playfully goosed Doug’s chest. “Besides, you know how much your big dad titties turn the boy on.”

Doug chubbed up at the memory of when he first met Jake. “I thought something was going to happen that first day, Stan, the way Jake was feeling up my belly. Probably would have too had I not mustered some will power.”

“Jakey’s a pretty persistent bugger, huh?” Stan was glad the tension over Jake’s breederdom was gone and he was able to appreciate his son’s assertive sexual nature and be just proud and happy for him.

Doug picked up his suit jacket. “That’s why we’re getting married today. Fucking dream come true.”

Stan fixed his uniform, then helped Doug with his tie. “You ready Doug?”

Doug gave the man an excited quick kiss and nodded. “Let’s do this.”

Just then the men heard a knock at the door. It was Mike Markham, peeking his head in. “I hear someone’s getting married today.”

“Dad!” Stan gasped. He had been in contact with his father to give vague updates that everything was going fine, but he hadn’t described the male pregnancy or the many developments in Cornell. Now there was no hiding it as Mike was entering the room, dressed in a charcoal-gray suit, with a big beaming smile on his face.

Mike saw the nervous look on his son’s face. Kind of like when he stumbled on Stan jerking off as a teenager. “It’s OK, son, I know the score. I’ve gone through the what do they call it?… the changes.”

Stan sighed a little. Then realized he had to introduce Doug. “Dad… this is Doug Kelly. Soon to be Doug Markham.”

Doug extended out his hand, “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Markham. You’ve raised a fine family.”

Mike’s eyes went from Doug’s big, round belly to Stan’s equally big gut as he appraised what he might look like in eight months’ time. But he looked back at Doug and answered his question. “I can’t take all the credit. Certainly not for Jake’s endowment.”

Doug laughed. Stan asked the obvious question. “You’ve seen it?”

Mike nodded. “Hope you don’t mind, son, but your boy’s a fast operator. I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant.” He was afraid that his son would be mad, but he had to be honest.

Instead Stan beamed with happiness and hugged his father. “God, that’s great, Dad! I’m so happy for you.” He pulled back and looked as Mike. “Jake’s the best, isn’t he?”

“I don’t have much to compare it to, but yeah, he’s a talented boy.” He clapped Stan’s shoulders affectionately. “Listen, son, I want to walk you down the aisle. Give you away.”

“Yeah?” Stan was thrilled. “I’d love that.”

****

Stan had given him a toe-curling blow job just that morning but as Jake stood at the front of the Elks Lodge hall in his tux, his massive boner rose up in his crotch as he watched Keith Kelly escort Doug down the aisle and then his grandfather walk his dad down after. Both men were just so handsome and perfect, Jake thought, taking in their strong adult builds and their pregnancies showing for all the crowd to see.

They’d had to cap the attendance, but it was a good crowd, still. Jake’s Breeder buddies, his Dad’s Army colleagues, and Doug’s business acquaintances. Steve Preston was his best man and the 17 year old looked precociously adult wearing a navy suit.

Mayor Jones presided over the wedding, a brief civil affair.

“Jacob Alan Markham, do you take this man, Stanley Daniel Markham, to be your first husband? To honor and protect and provide for him?” the mayor said in his resonant voice.

Jake held his dad’s hands, looking into his father’s face and admiring how handsome he was. Distinguished Army officer, graying hair at the temples, strong jaw line and profile making his pale eyes that much more mesmerizing. Both men’s palms clammy with nervousness, but Jake squeezed his dad’s hands to reassure him of his effect. “I do.”

“And do you, Stan, take your son, Jake to be your husband, to honor, cherish, and obey, to be fruitful in delivering children as a product of your mutual love?”

“I do and I will,” Stan answered with a smile.

Jake gave one final squeeze before turning to Doug and taking his lover’s hands in his.

“And Jake, do you take Douglas Matthew Kelly to be your second lawful husband? To honor and protect and provide for him?”

“I do,” Jake answered without missing a heartbeat, his eyes communicating his life directly into Doug’s gaze.

“And Doug, do you take Jake to be your husband, to honor cherish, and obey, to take on the Markham name for you and your children, and to be fruitful in delivering children as a product of your mutual love?”

“I do, Mayor,” he beamed.

Impetuously, Jake leaned forward to kiss Doug, not waiting for Darrell’s instruction.

The mayor laughed. “Jake, please place the rings on your men’s fingers as a sign of eternal bond between Breeder and Bearer, and a symbol of the life you will bring forth into this world.”

Steve fumbled with the rings, making sure to get the right sizes in order. Jake’s hands trembled a bit as he slipped the first on his father’s ring finger, then Doug’s.

“Congratulations,” the mayor laughed. “You three are now married.”

Jake let out a proud “hell yes” and wrapped an arm around each of his husbands’ shoulders and planting a kiss in turn before showing off his pregnant spouses to the cheers of the crowd. “I’m the luckiest man alive,” he beamed.

****

The reception was a fun time, particularly for Jake, who got hearty congratulation from his Breeder buddies. Colonel Portis slipped him a card with a big check inside. “For your honeymoon, Markham. I’m giving Stan two weeks’ leave to go have some fun. The stubborn mule works too hard.”

“Thanks Colonel,” Jake smiled, before getting Portis a drink at the open bar. “You’ve already done so much, bringing my grandad here.”

“Well,” Portis said, pulling out two cigars and offering one to Jake. “You’ve given me some ideas about marriage.”

“Your boys?” Jake smiled. He knew the Colonel was in love with both of his sons, protective and possessive.

Portis nodded. “I’m going to ask them tonight to marry me.”

“They’re going to be thrilled.”

“I hope so,” the colonel chuffed. “I’ve been real pleased with how you check in on John. Most Breeders don’t do that,” he said,

“Well, John’s a great guy. And you never forget your first.”

“Nah, I suppose you don’t,” the man agreed. “But you’re a real standup guy, Markham, just like your dad.”

“Thanks, sir.”

The colonel changed the topic. “So how much longer before our business venture starts?” The cigar smoke wafted around the men as they enjoyed the simple pleasure.

“Three weeks we get our first guests,” Jake beamed. “Mitch has done a bang up job getting the first building up in record time.”

“I’ll say. You know, I’ll confess I thought your idea was bananas. Until that first crew of workers came to Cornell to work on it. They cycled through the changes so fast it was insane. And your grandfather last night. You say it’s the water?”

Jake nodded. “Yes, it’s about four times the radioactivity of Cornell.”

Portis clapped Jake’s shoulder with his strong hand. “Well, I’ll be, you’re a smart one, Markham. Listen,” he leaned in a little. “There’s a new corporal who’s arrived in town to work on the base. 40 years old, strong ox of a soldier with those suburban looks you go for.”

“Yeah?” Jake was definitely intrigued.

Portis continued, “I thought you might like to get first dibs on him.” Leaning in, he whispered, “Cpl. Caskell’s up in the changing room right now.”

Jake smiled and set down his drink. “I think I better check on him,” he grinned, eager to get off in a snug virgin ass that day.

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Jake had found an isolated beachfront house on the Gulf coast, with a private beach. It was the perfect honeymoon spot.

He felt a little guilty for keeping his husbands up late last night with a sex marathon, but Jake was keyed up from the wedding and the excitement of being with these two men. By now, the radioactivity at Red Rocks had amped up Jake’s sex drive, even beyond his previous Breeder base line. He knew Dad and Doug wouldn’t be enough sex for him. And he knew his husbands expected Jake would continue to fuck a lot of eligible breeders in Cornell, and at the resort.

But these men would always be Jake’s number one men. The loves of his life. He looked over at his Dad, who was napping on the beach. His pregnancy was a few weeks behind Doug’s but his belly had a nice round swell now. That pregnancy gut looked even more magnificent framed by the skimpy light-yellow speedos Jake had Stan wear. The tanned skin and brown hair added to the impression of the Army officer’s muscular bulk and the midsection girth. Jake was growing full-on hard again watching the sight.

“You better let him sleep, Jake,” Doug whispered. “I think you wore the poor guy out last night.” The other Mr. Markham was wearing a similarly skimpy swimsuit and the nearly nine-month swell was incredible to see. As were Doug’s heavy dad tits, swollen and with majorly puffy nipples from Jake’s regular nursing.

Jake smirked and slid down his board shorts. His dick had stopped growing but it was really fucking long now, and thick too. There were a couple of breeders in town with bigger cocks, but Jake measured up well in comparison to most, and more than one Bearer enjoyed the challenge to taking all of Jake Markham’s legendary tool,

“Guess you’ll have to take care of me, sir,” he said and scooted over to kiss Doug right there on the deserted stretch of beach.

“Oh fuck, that’s nice,” Doug said after breaking the kiss. His husband was a great lover, and as much as he loved a Jake Markham fuck, the makeout sessions and the slow foreplay, when Jake was in the mood for them, were even better.

Jake traced his fingers along Doug’s handsome chin. “I just wished I could show you guys off to the world. Let everyone see me fuck your hot pregnant bodies.”

Doug never considered himself to have an exhibition streak but Jake’s words and their sincerity were getting to him now. He could imagine onlookers watching him and his husband in embrace. “You made us that way, Jake… picked us to be your Bearers.”

Jake grinned. His hand slid down to caress Doug’s meaty torso, finally cupping the roundness filled out by his child to be. “Gonna keep you men good and pregnant, too. You know that, right?”

Doug grinned. “I believe that was in my wedding vow. Stan’s too…. ‘I promise to honor, cherish, and obey and to stay barefoot and pregnant for my husband.’” he joked.

Jakes eyes widened. “Fuck, that’s hot.” The lust was evident in his face as his gaze traveled from Doug’s big gut to his big, round, heavy milk-swollen pecs.

Doug lay back down on his towel and cupped his full pectoral mass, squeezing it into a nice round tit. “…. ‘And I promise to keep my husband fed with my milk, whenever he gets hungry.’”

Jake got a lusty grin and leaned down to latch his mouth on Doug’s tit. He could tell his husband was turned on because it didn’t take much suckling work to get the sweet liquid flowing. He loved nursing his own father like this, but Doug’s tits were fuller. The man’s mammary glands produced more and somehow the milk was even better tasting. Now that Doug’s delivery was imminent, the milk was even more plentiful.

“Oh fuck, Jake,” Doug hissed in a soft voice. “Relieve that pressure, stud. Feels so good.”

Jake scooted over and ran his tongue teasingly over Doug’s fleshy aureole, which firmed up between his husband’s lips.

As Jake latched his mouth on it and ran his hands all along Doug’s pregnant body, he thought, yeah, married life is pretty fucking great.

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I woke up the next morning in my bed with the sun shining through the blinds. I was naked with dried cum on my chest and a dull ache in my ass. I was confused for a second, and I was trying to process where I was. As I woke up my memories came roaring back, and I remembered the previous night and being fucked by Marcus’ big cock. My own cock was raging hard from morning wood. I rubbed my hands down my chest, remembering the white flakes were from my own load I had blown before falling asleep. My hands reached around to my ass and felt the plastic base of the butt plug that was holding several loads of hot cum up my ass. I wasn’t sure if the ache in my ass was from the plug, or if it was from my ass being fucked for the first time.

I looked at my phone and noted I had a message from “Bull” that was sent at 6:57am. I opened it and found a video message from Marcus. I played the video and saw a large black cock pounding into a white ass, with the voice of whoever was being fucked moaning loudly. As the 15 second video played, the camera moved up to a face that I immediately recognized as my own. My heart sank that knowing that another video of me in this type of position existed, after Marcus already having taken pictures of me sucking his meaty cock in my own bathroom. How did he take this without me knowing? The text accompanying the video stated “Your face in this video is a reminder of how much you loved my big cock up your ass last night. Remember that ass is mine know. If you forget that all of your friends will see how much you like being fucked up the ass. I will let you know when I’m ready to use it again :)”.

I closed the phone with a gulp, my cock betraying me as it was rock hard leaking pre-cum. I couldn’t stop thinking about that cock, but there was no way I could do this again, and I had clearly let things go too far. I ignored the text, hoping that Marcus would somehow forget about me, and everything would go away. But deep down inside me I knew that would not be the case.

I walked to the bathroom with my boner still jutting out in front of me, bobbing as I walked. When I got to the bathroom, I pushed out the plug that was in my ass and set it on the counter, noting the clear slime that encompassed the part that was in my ass that I assumed was cum. I sat down on the toilet and tried to push out the cum that was in my ass. Only a few small spurts of pearly white cum with a few swirls of red blood fell into the toilet, with the rest of the cum clearly already having been absorbed into my ass. I was concerned about the blood but remembered that Marcus had told me the night before the blood was from my “cherry” being taken the first time and that it was normal. I repulsed at the thought of my “cherry” being taken and tried to push the thoughts from my mind.

I showered and dressed for the day in a pair of boxer briefs, joggers, and a hoodie. I went through my day trying to push the events from the night before from my mind, telling myself I would never repeat them. I checked my phone constantly, not knowing what I was looking for. Was I looking for a text from him? Did I secretly want him to text me? As much as I tried to, I could not forget the image of that big veiny black cock bobbing in front my face, and the imagination of it sliding into my ass again. Whenever these thoughts came into my a head I tried to dismiss them and think of my girlfriend instead, but I wasn’t so sure this was working. My cock stirred every time I thought of Marcus, and I could not figure out why.

That night I went out to dinner and a movie with my girlfriend, eager to get back into “normal”. My ass was still sore from being fucked the night before. Every time I moved around in my chair at dinner the pain in my ass reminded me of it being taken by a big cock the night before.

After dinner I was eager to take her back to her house to fuck her, to prove to myself that I was not a “faggot” like Marcus had called me the night before. When the time came, we were in my girlfriend’s bedroom, ready to get down to business. I was unable to get hard just at the sight of her, which had never happened to me before. When I closed my eyes the images of Marcus and his black cock came into my head, and my cock quickly reacted to this and started to stiffen. I could not believe I was getting hard to the thoughts of this but not to my own girlfriend. Maybe I really was gay I thought to myself as I slid my cock into my girlfriend. As my cock slid into her pussy, I imagined it was Marcus’ cock sliding into my own ass. What the fuck is happening to me I thought to myself.

I fucked my girlfriend roughly that night, trying to reassert my dominance and status as a straight man, but who was I kidding. All I could think of was Marcus and being fucked by his fat cock. I drove home that night in a daze, my head lost in my own thoughts. I checked my phone several times, hoping that I would see a text message inviting me over to get dicked down again, but there were not any.

I got home that night and laid in my bed, unable to get cock from my mind. I pulled out my phone and hovered over the contact “Bull”. I knew I probably shouldn’t be texting him, but my cock lust was speaking for me and my fingers began shakily typing out a message. I was unsure what to say and settled with a “Sup?”. I waited for several hours for a response, but never got one. I saw the message was left on “read”, meaning that Marcus had seen it. I fell asleep that night with cock on my mind.

The next morning was December 24th, Christmas Eve. My parents were very big into Christmas, and Christmas Eve was a day that was usually spent with my own immediate family. We usually spent the day hanging out with each other and watching Christmas movies, before opening the gifts we had gotten each other in the evening. Christmas Day was when we usually traveled to my Grandma and Grandpa’s house to spend the day with family.

I spent all of Christmas Eve checking my phone, hoping there would be a response from Marcus. I couldn’t get his cock from my mind, and my asshole had a burning itch deep inside every time I thought about being fucked. The pain had finally subsided, and my ass felt normal again, with just a dull ache remaining. I needed to be fucked again. I was going crazy thinking about when that black cock would be up my ass again.

Finally, around 8pm my phone buzzed, during the gift opening with my family. I looked at it and my hands began trembling when I saw the contact on the screen. “Bull”. My cock instantly went hard, and I did my best to try and hide myself from the rest of my family. I opened the text and saw a picture of his beautiful cock that was clearly taken from some sort of public restroom because I could see a urinal behind it. The picture was accompanied by the following text:

“This cock will be going up your pussy tonight. I’m at the bar with friends, but I will let you know when I’m ready to come fuck that tight white pussy”. 

My face went red with lust and I felt my palms turn sweaty thinking about being fucked again. I read and re-read the text several times, trying to hold the screen at an angle so nobody else would see the picture on the screen. Then I saw it. My heart sank. I saw the text message said he was “ready to COME fuck my tight white pussy”. That had to be a typo. There was no way he could come fuck me at my parent’s house without somebody finding out.

I typed out into my phone a response. “I want that big cock again Sir, but did you mean you want me to come to your house?” and I pushed send. I saw the bubbles pop up beneath my message, meaning he was typing a response.

“I am coming to fuck you at your house faggot. Santa isn’t gonna bring you the present I want to give you bitch”. 

I was now severely panicked. There was no way I could make this happen. I typed back “But my parents are home, and they will find out”, which was met with the following response, just a simple:

“Figure it out slut. I will let you know when I’m on my way. If you don’t respond I will have to ring the doorbell, and you will have to explain to them why there’s a black man at your house at 2am with a stiff cock that’s about to fuck you. I will be there after 2. Be ready.” 

My heart was now fluttering in my chest, my face had gone ghost white, and I felt like I was going to pass out. “What the fuck am I going to do?” I thought to myself. My mom noticed my appearance and asked if I was ok. I told her I was fine, and I sat there for the rest of the gift opening trying to process my thoughts in my head while acting like nothing was wrong.

I knew my parents and younger brother would be up in their rooms by midnight, hopefully sleeping. My parents had a decent sized house, but not a mansion by any standard. My parents and brother’s room were on one end of the house, with my bedroom on the other end of the house. There was a bathroom separating the two sides. I decided I would have to sneak Marcus inside and up to my room without anybody finding out. I knew if I didn’t the consequences would not be good with the video and photo’s he had to use against me. I prayed that the he would be quiet enough that nobody would hear.

We all sat in the living room watching TV, with me watching the minutes tick of the clock slowly. One by one my family peeled off to bed, with my dad being the last one to finally go at 1230. I was starting to think he wasn’t going to bed and my plan was going to be wrecked. Just when I wasn’t sure what I was going to do he finally went upstairs.

This left me with an hour and a half to wait and think about being fucked by that black god. My cock was stiff as a board and I was eager for 2am to finally come. I went upstairs and used the douche that I had bought to prepare the first time I was fucked. I cleaned myself and lubed my ass up with lube that I kept in my nightstand, typically for nights with my girlfriends before I moved to college. I knew I was going to need plenty of lube tonight, but this time it was going to be me being fucked on my childhood bed.

Once I was ready, I laid on my bed, slowly jacking and edging my cock while I waited for 2am. 2am finally came, followed by 2:15 and 2:20, with no text message or notice from Marcus. I was starting to think he wasn’t going to come, and this was all a big ruse to make me panic and suffer. Well played I thought to myself.

Finally, at 2:30 the message came. “On my way slut. I will let you know when to let me in. I expect you to answer the door naked boy”. 

“What the fuck?” I thought to myself. This was asking an awful lot. How the hell was I supposed to pull this off without being caught. Him coming was dangerous enough, but this was over the top. I seethed with anger, but I knew better than to question Marcus. I did not want to piss him off and have me do anything more.

I heard a car pull up and park a few houses down, followed a few seconds later by a “Here faggot” text message. Here goes nothing I thought to myself as I stripped down naked. My cock was semi-hard, having gone down some from the fear of being discovered. I opened my door and peaked into the hallway to see if the coast was clear.

Seeing the hallway was dark with nobody around I opened my door slowly and crept down hallway and then down the stairs, hoping not to make a sound. As I approached the front door, I could see a silhouette in the moonlight behind the glass. I slowly opened the door to let him in.

There stood the muscled, black god Marcus, who was here to fuck me and my anger melted away. He was wearing blue jeans with an outline of a semi-hard cock on the crotch, with a hoodie sweatshirt. His dark black dreads were hanging down from his head. This was the first time I had seen his dreads not into a ponytail. My heart skipped a beat and my cock started to rise again at the sight of the muscle stud in front of me.

Marcus stepped into the house and grabbed my cock before aggressively making out with my mouth. I was taken aback by this and did not expect it. Marcus had not kissed me the previous time we had fucked, and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. His tongue roughly worked its way into my mouth while his hand jerked and tugged at my balls, causing me pain. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He was tipsy, but not drunk. Not drunk enough to be doing where we were now.

A large hand slapped one of my ass cheeks with a “whack”, bringing me back to the reality of where we were. I tried to pull away from Marcus, to tell him I couldn’t be doing this here, but he would not release my head. As I tried to pull away, he held my head tighter, as he continued to roughly tug and firmly squeeze my cock and balls. I prayed that nobody would catch us.

Finally, Marcus released me and whispered in my ear “Let’s go fuck that tight white ass bitch. Don’t worry I will be quiet so Mommy and Daddy won’t know you let a black bull into the house to fuck you”. I was so turned on by the thought of this, but at the same time panicked and scared of being caught.

We quietly crept up to my bedroom and I closed the door without being caught. Once inside I was pushed into my bed face down, still butt naked. Marcus roughly fell on top of me still fully clothed. I could feel his now rock-hard cock grinding against my ass. His hands wormed their way underneath me and began roughly twisting at my nipples as he whispered into my ear. “What would your Mom and Dad say if they knew the sexy black guy from Daddy’s work was about to put his big cock up their college stud son’s ass? Mhhm? Think they would be proud to know you snuck me into their house to fuck you with my 9-inch dick?”.

All I could do was moan. I was so turned on by the thought of being fucked in my own bedroom that I grew up in by this black bull. A “crack” echoed across the room as his hand slapped my ass cheek. “Answer me you little bitch” he whispered loudly into my ear. I was again brought back to reality of the noise and the fact that I could be caught by my family at any time.

“Yes Sir but please we have to be quiet so we don’t wake up my family”. Marcus chuckled at this and whispered back into my hear “Just one more question bitch. Are you my little faggot? Do you want to fucked by this big black cock again?”. He was still laying on top of me, his body weight pressing me into my bed as his cock was still grinding at my ass.

“Mmm Yes Sir please fuck me” was all I was able to get out. He chuckled again and slapped my ass one more time. I was thankful that nobody was awake to hear it. Marcus told me to stay put and I felt him rise off of me and up off of the bed. I heard the sound of clothes rustling and falling to the floor before he fell back on top of me, his big hard dick now nestled between my ass cheeks and his firm chest pressed against my back.

I felt a piece of cloth being forced into my mouth and I quickly realized it was Marcus’ boxers. I could smell a mixture of stale piss, musk, and a hint of his cologne as he stuffed them into my mouth. “We will leave this right there. I think you’re gonna need them so we don’t wake the whole house up with the fucking this tight white ass is about to get”.

With that I felt his cock hard press against my hole, struggling to gain entrance. Finally, with one big thrust Marcus pushed me down into the bed and I felt his dry cock break through my tight hole. In one steady shove his cock was buried in my hole balls deep. I was not expecting this and was thankful I had decided to put a little lube in my ass before. I clenched into the gag and screamed; thankful the gag was there to keep me quiet.

Before my ass had time to adjust Marcus began pistoning his large cock in and out of my hole like a jack rabbit. I felt sharp pains in my ass as it struggled to accommodate the large invader. My screams in the gag turned to yelps as my ass began to accommodate the big piece of meat that was fucking me. After several thrusts the yelps turned to moans and my ass began to just feel full as it was now fully stretched.

Marcus’ pumped my ass for a solid ten minutes like this. The only sounds in the room where his grunts, the sound of his balls slapping at my skin, and the bed creaking. I felt his body start to sweat against mine. “You ever have a black bull fuck your pussy in this bed? Hmm? How many pussies have you fucked in this bed? Now its your tight pussy being fucked bitch” he whispered into my ear as he fucked me.

As my button was pressed by his big cock head, I felt my own orgasm growing before it finally erupted. I felt my cock spurting a beneath me and felt the sticky pool of cum mashing against my belly and the bed when it was done. Marcus continued fucking me for what felt like forever. I did not think he was ever going to blow. My ass was getting sore and I was starting to get afraid somebody would wake up and hear what was happening. I started squeezing my ass, trying to milk Marcus’ cum from his balls. Finally, I felt his cock swell and start spewing into my ass.

“Take that black cum up your pussy faggot. Let’s knock this ass up for Christmas” he grunted as his cock spurted several large volleys of cum up my ass. When he was done, he laid on top of me with his cock still nestled deep in my ass. I felt it start to shrink, but in the position it was in it never left my ass. “I’m just gonna take a quick rest before I put another load up this tight pussy. I’m gonna fill this white boy pussy up so it’s leaking out my babies all day tomorrow while you’re having Christmas. Don’t worry I won’t stay all night bitch”. Marcus chuckled to himself as he set an alarm in his phone before passing out on top of me.

 I laid there and couldn’t believe the position I was in. I was laying in my own bed, in the room I grew up in, with a big black cock resting in my ass while a muscled bull of a black man lying on top of me with his boxers stuffed in my mouth. I was so fucking turned on. Before long I passed out and was woken to the sound of Marcus’ phone vibrating next to my head.

“Let’s get that ass filled with load two bitch. Start squeezing my cock with those tight cheeks” Marcus whispered in my ear. I started clenching my cheeks as his cock began to harden inside of me, and before long he was fucking me again. Marcus knelt between my legs and flipped me onto my back while never pulling his large cock from my ass. He put my knees to my chest laid on top of me again as he fucked me with his face about an inch from mine. His long dreads surrounded my face and head. I couldn’t’ help but stare at the sexy dark brown eyes as he fucked my ass. He pistoned his cock in and out of me like a jack hammer, pushing his previous load deep inside of me. After about 20 minutes he came with a large grunt and blew another load in my ass.

Marcus pulled his cock from my ass and wiped the cum and juices off with my bed sheet before dressing himself. He quietly told me “Tonight was a test to see how far you would go for my black cock boy. You fucking passed with flying colors bitch. You really have been turned into a black cock slut. Keep that black cum up your pussy boy. No pushing it out. I worked that cum in deep and I want it leaking out of your pussy all day tomorrow when you’re with family to remind you how big of a slut you are. If you don’t, you’ll never get this cock again”.

Marcus left my room and quietly showed himself out as the sun began to rise outside. My family would be waking up in an hour. Thank god they didn’t catch me. I fell asleep in my bed with two big loads of white cum slowly sleeping out of my hole, accepting I was now a cock slut.

To be continued

William

My name’s William, Will to my friends. I’m 24, I stand around  5’8, broad shoulders, naturally defined chest, narrow waist, I’ve been told I have a bubble butt and thanks to not being able to afford a car have muscular legs due to a lot of bike riding.  I thank my appearance to good genes from my parents coming from Italian and British heritage.

Typically I have a high sex drive, I’m definitely not backward at hooking up with a guy and my preference is to top, in fact I’ve never bottomed.  However, I have a confession, I have a kink, a fantasy, but I’ve never had the balls to follow through. I’ve always wanted to experience what it would be like to be submissive, bondage, humiliation and having no control. I’ve seen a lot of guys online that seem to be looking for someone like me… I’ve even set up a time to meet some but I’ve always backed out at the eleventh hour. And true to form late at night while I was horny I’ve set another meeting, I’m supposed to see a guy, Eric, at least that’s the name he gave me, in about 20 minutes. We only exchanged names and email, no images… I really have rolled the dice this time.

I’ve been told to head to a specific park bench at Hyde Park in Sydney CBD at 1PM. I work around the City as a courier during the day and bar/waiting tables of an evening, so the place and time works. I’ve just finished a delivery so I park the van and make my way to the park, I read the email Eric sent me and follow his quite detailed directions. I can see the bench as I round a densely foliaged garden bed and I see a guy, I’m guessing in his late 30s maybe 40s, dressed in a suit, well groomed, quite handsome, not what I was expecting. Other times I’ve been at this stage the guy looked very scruffy giving me the feeling I wouldn’t be safe, but this guy looked different, he looks to take pride in his appearance, his posture made him look like he owned everything around him. I take a deep breath and head over, I can feel myself trembling.

I approach Eric and he reaches out to shake my hand, a firm grasp, solid shake.

“Hi William, have a seat.”

For ten minutes we exchange the usual chit chat, weather, interests, works a bitch, blah blah…

“Okay, let me confirm what you told me in our online chat. If we’re looking at using labels you’re normally a top, but you want to experience being submissive, humiliated, bound – specifically predicament bondage, and to have no control over what happens, correct?”

“Yes Eric.”

I can feel myself blushing and starting to question what I’m doing here.

“Here’s my conditions. You will do anything I ask of you, I don’t want to hear a word from you unless I give you permission to speak or directly ask you a question.  You can refer to me as Sir or Boss, whatever is more natural for you.  There is no safe word however you have a kill switch, if you every say Bananas we stop everything and part ways.  If I call – answer, if I message – respond, if I give an order you will follow it.  Are you willing to comply William?”

I sit staring at this guy, this feels like it escalated quickly and my nerves have really kicked in now. I don’t feel unsafe, he sounds like he has done this before, he seems genuine and the kill switch is always available.

“May I ask a question before I answer?”

“Very wise, you may.”

“Can you assure me I won’t be physically hurt? Like broken bones, permanent marks.”

“Yes, I can promise that.”

I think for 30 seconds… I’ve come this far.

“Okay Boss, I submit.”

“Good, you’re going to be a lot of fun.  Unlock your phone and hand it to me.”

 He swipes and taps entering his details into my contacts and hands it back.  Now, stand up and face me, hands by your side, I want to have a decent look at you.

I stand up and face him, as I stand I have a look around, there’s some people in the distance, about 100m away but other than that we’re in a fairly quiet spot mostly surrounded by shrubs or trees. I watch as he looks me up and down from top to toe.

He stands in front of me, I guesstimate he’s about 6’2 so I have to look up to his face.  He grabs either side of my t-shift and starts to lift it up, my instinctive reaction is to step back.

“Don’t move William.”

He continues to lift my shirt and tucks the front of it behind my neck, a cool breeze dances across my pecs and belly as I look to my side to make sure no one is looking.

”Eyes forward William.”

I look forward again as the waist button on my shorts is undone and zipper lowered.  My shorts now sit low on my hips as the front of my blue briefs are exposed, again I instinctively move my hands in front of my to cover my groin.

“William, don’t move.  Put your arms back by your side.  This is your last warning.”

I take a deep breath and move my arms back as Eric moves behind me, Eric grabs the material of my shirt behind my neck and pulls my shirt down sliding the fabric down the length of my arms, the material pushing past my lose shorts.  As the shirt hits the ground behind me the momentum from Eric pushing it past my arse plus the weight of my keys, phone and wallet in the pockets of my shorts they slip off my waist sliding down my legs and fall around my ankles.  I listen to Eric giggle behind me as I’m now only in my briefs!

He returns to the front of me to see my face bright red with embarrassment, not content just yet he pulls the the waistband of my briefs out and has a good look at my flaccid penis.  I look down my naked body to see my uncut cock and balls exposed and it’s now I noticed the gold wedding band. I see him smile and snap the waistband back against my hips.

“Good, you’ll be hearing from me very soon.”

He walks away leaving me to quickly put my clothes back on, in the process noticing someone in the distance is watching me.  I’ve never felt so objectified and embarrassed, do I really want more of this?..  Hell yes!

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A few days have passed and I’ve haven’t heard from Eric, I’m curious about the gold band, is he straight, a family guy.  Either way the thought of being humiliated by him is a huge turn on.  

I finish the working week and look forward to a relaxing weekend. Saturday morning, 9.30am. I’m in my apartment having a coffee and looking at job ads to try and bring in some more cash when I get a message.  Fishing my iPhone out of my pocket it’s an address a couple of suburbs away, the time of 10.15AM followed by don’t be late.

I drink my coffee and check goggle maps, I think I know the spot so I’m confident I can ride my bike over there with time to spare.  It’s a warm day so I’m in a pair of casual shorts and T-shirt with some casual shoes. I grab my keys, wallet and phone and head down to my storage locker to get my bike. I make my way over and in about 25 minutes I find myself in a semi-industrial area, I stop and check the exact address and make sure I’m heading the correct way, it should just be around the next corner. As I ride down the road I notice there’s a number of empty looking warehouses and also active businesses but very few are open. There’s a few cars driving around but they don’t stop, I suspect they are using the streets as a rat run to avoid the congested main roads.

I turn the corner and find the address about 150 meters down the road. I get off my bike and walk though the abandoned car park, there’s a long lane so I walk over and see a car parked almost at the end of it, a good 100 meters or so away. I jump back on the bike and ride down.  I check the time and I’m 5 minutes early, I get a message as I start looking around the yard.

‘I’ll be out shortly, wait by the car.’

At the car I survey the scene, there’s a loading dock at the back of a brick warehouse, space for 3 trucks I would say with large roller doors and an entry door to the left of them. There’s a grassed area near the base of some steps that lead up to the loading dock and it looks like a path that runs down the other side of the warehouse.  Beyond the grassed area there’s a cemented area with a stack of old pallets and a dumpster, this cemented area connects to the drive and the turning area for tucks I imagine. I hear a door open and then slam shut, I turn and see Eric walking down the steps onto the grassed space, I walk over and I lean my bike against the brick platform for the loading dock and join Eric on the grass.

“Welcome William thanks for being punctual. Are you ready for an experience?”

“Yes Boss.”

“Okay, take my car key and go and get the duffel bag from the back seat.”

I take the key and jog over, I unlock the car and get the bag and jog back handing over the bag and the car key.

“Strip.”

I look around the yard to see if there are any neighbouring windows.

“Stop looking around and do what your told.”

I bend over and unlace my shoes, remove them with my socks and also slip my shirt off as I’m bending down followed by my shorts and briefs. I hand all my clothes over which he takes and places on the landing of the loading dock leaving me naked in the yard holding my dick and balls in my hands covering them up.  He comes back and pushes me by the shoulders a bit further out onto the grass into the sunlight.

”Hands behind your head, look straight ahead.”

Eric moves around me looking me over, from behind I feel his hand cupping my left arse cheek before giving it a slap. The sound reverberates around the yard as he moves back in front of me to see my dick pulsing as it swells to a full erection pointing to the sky and making my foreskin slide over the head of my cock.  

“Nice round bubble butt and a hefty set of balls you have, and clearly your a grower!”

I can tell I’m blushing, Eric stands a couple of meters back from me and starts taking photos of me with his phone, walking around me shooting images from every angle.  It’s at this point I start to feel vulnerable as I’ve never allowed anyone to take nudes of me before.

“Give me a number between 1 and 8 William.”

I think quickly and give the date of my birthday.

“4 Boss.”

I watch Eric tapping and swiping on his phone for a few minutes, completely distracted by it as I stand there naked.

“William, I hope you’re ready for your first bondage experience.” 

A surge of excitement runs through my body!  I get ready to make my way inside but I watch Eric open the bag as he walks behind me.  Leather cuffs are fastened tightly to my wrists followed by a collar, my arms are pulled behind my back and clipped together.  I try to reach the clip but it’s out of my reach.  

“How does that feel William?”

“Unrea…mmfffpphhh!”

As I start to answer a ball gag is push in my mouth, the rubber ball fills my mouth pushing my tongue down.  Leather straps are pulled back around my cheeks and buckled behind my head pulling at my hair.  My feet are kicked apart from behind until my feet are shoulder width apart.  Eric steps back from me and I hear more pictures being taken of me as he moves around to the front of me.

Again I watch Eric tapping and swiping on his phone.

“Okay William, here’s your predicament…”

Lifting his phone up to my face I see a Squirt profile, the pictures Eric just took have been uploaded, unedited, not cropped, my face and entire body on show!  It reads ‘Submissive Boi ready to serve.  He has a challenge to complete, if he doesn’t perform his location will be published, come one come all.’  Fear hits me!

“…I’m going to activate this profile in 60 minutes if you don’t complete my little task.  But we’re not quite ready to start yet.”

Eric goes to the back of his car and pulls out a deck chair and a tripod.  The tripod is put in front of me which he attaches an iPad and then sets up the chair next to me.  He goes over to my clothes and pulls my phone out of the pocket, returning he holds the screen to my face and I watch the devise unlock!  He starts filming on the iPad and then fumbles in the bag and pulls out a simple vibrator which is flicked on and pushed against the head of my hard penis making me groan.

“Now you chose the number 4 right?”

“Yeffpph Opphhh”

“You have 60 minutes to blow 4 loads stud with no other stimulation than vibration, so I suggest you get that imagination working.  Oh and if you fall short the profile is activated.

Fuuuuuuck! I don’t know if I can do it.  I watch as Eric starts looking through my phone swiping and tapping, on the iPad in front of me and a can see myself on the screen.  The sun on my skin shows everything, my cock is pulsing with the vibrations, my balls hanging between my legs.  To my surprise I blow a huge wad of cum in the first minute, my hips push forward as 2, 3 spurts shoot out.

“That was quick William, you often have that problem?”

“Mmmmmfffppphhhh.”

Eric starts moving the vibrator under the tip of my dick making the head swell even more.  I close my eyes and focus on the sun and breeze blowing against my skin as Eric slides the vibrator along the length of my dick.  

* * * *

My arms and jaw are aching, I’ve managed to cum 3 times in 35 minutes and my cock is looking red and swollen from the constant vibration. There’s only 10 minutes remaining and I’m on the edge of shooting my 4th load but I just can’t get there.

“What are you going to do William, tick tok…”

My focus breaks, it’s the first words Eric has spoken since I first cum. 

“I can see the frustration in your eyes, you’re right on the edge aren’t you? Your little dick looks primed and ready to blow.”

“Mmfffppphh”

“I can help you out so that you can cum and not be exposed on Squirt but it’s going to come at a price.  Give me a grunt if you want a hand.”

I think about it, I know I’m not going to cum in time and I’m desperate for my images to not be made public. I look down my body at my aching dick dripping precum. 

“MMffpphh”

“Just one stroke of your dick will make it blow won’t it William maybe a tweak of your nipples, perhaps you’d like the vibrator pushed into your arse?”

I shake my head to the last suggestion and Eric bursts into laughter. 

“Ahh, I’m guessing you don’t let anyone near your arse based on that reaction.  Okay, let’s see if we can get you over the line then William.”

He drops the vibrator but my cock continues to tingle, with his thumb and index finger he gently runs the pads of his fingers down my scrotum from my body and then down to each nut before lightly running back up barely touching my skin.  His fist grasps my penis.

“That’s like an iron rod William, I’m impressed.”

He pumps my dick fast, my balls rise and I blow a painful load, my 4th load, but did I make it in time?  Eric wipes his hand on my chest and starts packing up his things pututing them back in the car before returning to in front of me.  He runs a hand through my hair grabbing it and pulling on it.

“We’re done for the moment William, take the gear off and put it in the bag and go home.  I’ll message you real soon and I’ll tell you what the price is for saving your arse today!”

From behind me I get a firm slap on my arse and he then reaches between my legs and grips my balls giving them a tug.  The cuffs are released from behind me and he walks away.  I fumble with the buckle on the ball gag and just get it undone as I hear the door slam to the building.  I quickly get the collar and cuffs off tossing them into the bag which I take over to where my clothes are.  After throwing my clothes on I mount my bike and head home.

I’m not going to lie, he gave me what I was looking for.  I was completely helpless, had no control over what I could do or what was going to happen and it scared the crap out of me with the mention of posting those pictures online – holy crap, he still has them on his phone and the video of me!

I make it home and throw my things on the kitchen bench and before I can do anything the phone alerts me to a new message from Eric.