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  • Faceless Stranger

    The city lights blurred before my eyes, the dark sky and the endless London buildings a marry go round. Fuck, I was drunk. I felt people running into me, cursing and pushing me. Condemning faces flickered in and out from a flood of dark figures. Some part of my saggy brain wanted to say something but all that came out of my mouth were some incomprehensible drooling sounds.

    I don’t know when or even how I got home but the next thing I remember is me standing in front of my apartment door fumbling with my keys in the lock. Then I fell facedown on my bed falling asleep instantly.

    Maybe hours, maybe seconds later I felt a movement on the bed and a chill running down my spine way down to my ass. I am naked, I thought. I am naked even though I didn’t undress, or did I? Suddenly something wet touched my asshole and I jumped. But a piercing pain erupted in my head and I slumped back onto my bed moaning. Somehow that made that wetness on my hole more eager and it dipped into me. I gasped, not understanding what happened. Then my ass cheeks were grabbed by two large hands. They massaged my ass like they were pillows.

    „No…“, I mumbled but my ass somehow pressed itself up towards the rising pressure against my hole as if it had a will of its own and somehow a moan escaped my lips but this time not out of surprise but out of… out of what? Joy? Lust? Hunger for more? I didn’t know. The only thing I knew was that I wanted, no needed, more of this feeling. Fuck, I thought, who is that? God! My hips started to grind hard against my bed. My dick glided over the precum soaked sheets. A tingle erupted from the tip of my cock down to my balls and then seamed to connect with my very bones. My whole body responded to that stranger licking my asshole (for by now I had realized what was happening to me) in a way I had never imagined possible.

    Then, just when I thought it couldn’t feel more amazing anymore, the stranger brought it to a whole knew level as he finally knelt on top of me. Curious I tried looking back over my shoulder. Before I could even make out a shape, one strong hand pushed my head back on the mattress. His body was pressed hot against my back and I felt that heated dick slide between my wet ass cheeks. He smelled of tobacco and sweat. His breath came in hot gusts as he dry humped me. Outside a siren sounded and flickering blue lights rushed over my walls drawing me into a wonderfully weird dream.

    My upper body was still nailed down by his arms and his fingers clawed into the muscles of my back. Suddenly a scorching pain shot through my hole as he pushed his dick deep inside me with one hard shove. I had no time to scream for he put his meaty hand on my mouth muffling every sound I made. A second everything became black. The pain was so intense that I was sure my asshole had ripped. For a moment he rested inside me as if to relish in the feeling of his cock engulfed by my tight ass. That man who I still didn’t know who he was rapped his arms around my upper body. Through my heavy drunken eyes I noticed a snake shaped tatoo winding up his biceps. Then all thought vanished out of my brain as he started to fuck me deep and slow.

    I winced into his hand that was still silencing me. The lips of the stranger were pressed against my ear and emitted a low grunt every time he pushed inside me. His breath felt hot and smelled of Whisky and Cigars. The balls of the stranger slapped against the part between my hole and my dick sensing electrifying shocks through my body.

    The stranger increased his pace. I felt a bead of sweat drip onto my back. His hips started to make a loud slapping noise as that man explored the depths of my ass filling up every inch of my insides. I couldn’t think of anything else anymore then about that huge dick sliding in and out of my hole. About that strange man using me to get off probably not even knowing who I was. His fuck intensified. I felt his teeth on my earlobe. He seamed to loose control for his grunts soon became loud groans of pleasure. His dick drilled into me, all the while pushing deeper and deeper.

    Just on point my dick exploded. I came like never before and as if to emphasize that the stranger removed his hand from my mouth so I could scream a loud and divine: „Yeah!!!“. Not a second later I felt the cock of my unknown lover throb between my cheeks and with one more thrust he pumped his cum deep inside my ass. The stranger slumped on top of me, his dick still inside my sore hole. His chest was sweaty and heaved from the hard ride.

    Next morning I awoke with my sheets full of cum. Besides my face lay a used condom with a note attached to it by a drop of dried cum:

    Thanks, man. Your ass was the hottest thing I fucked to this day. — Anonymous.

    P.S.: If you ever want to repeat this let your door open again next Friday.

  • Rod

    The Long Weekend

    So of course Rod made sure I had nothing but gutter balls at the bowling alley.  Even Jamal was coaching him from Florida on the phone as Rod had guys from the other teams stop by to roll the balls into the gutter, usually while I was servicing someone from the score table.  Every zero I got received applause, even from the manager of the alley—knowing full well he would have lanes booked by the end of the night for the next three-day weekend to come, as he continued to get well tipped for looking the other way as the guys had their ways with me.

    I loved pleasing Rod, even if it was increasingly clear he was smitten with Jamal.  And everyone around seemed to love the change in him, from my bottom to Jamal’s bottom, and at the same time as my master, almost as part of his being a bottom to Jamal, with Rod’s former top increasingly turning into Rod’s total toy.

    Everyone knew the gangbang reward was to begin at 2 am, even though the bowling alley was closing around 11:30, presumably giving Rod time to get set up, since Jamal was making sure Rod would keep things going, but not let them get out of hand, since we still had the entire weekend ahead of us.

    I was already content with having had so many dicks already, but of course the evening was way beyond my control at this point.  Marcus (the one I had met in Florida, and probably one of the biggest dicked men there) approached Rod and proposed stopping by a bar to “relax” and have a couple of drinks before the festivities were to begin.  Marcus had only shot in me once so far, so he was more than happy to propose Rod and I heading over together in a cab, since the bar was on the other side of town.

    Of course on the way Rod got Marcus interested fairly quickly in my already leaking hole, and with not much of an invitation Marcus was hard, after fingering it together with Rod only a couple of times, and there Rod was getting me to expose my hole enough so Marcus could fuck it while we drove. 

    Marcus had such a beautiful dick:  fat, long, nice veins, thick head, big piss slit, often leaking precum, plus beautiful huge hanging balls, and almost entirely hairless.  Over the course of doing Jamal’s bidding, Rod had become increasingly interested in how beautiful it was as well, along with how much of a bottom I had become, with an almost increasingly insatiable appetite for whatever Rod (so often through Jamal) commanded me to do.

    So Rod was more than happy to help Marcus work his hard dick into my leaking hole right there in the cab, and Rod was going hard yet again as he did so, exposing his hard dick so I could suck it, as Rod encouraged me:  “It will help you not make much too much noise, so we can hear more of Marcus’ dick going in and out of that sexy cunt.  Damn.  It may already be swelling, baby.”

    Marcus worked his dick all the way in, at the same time Rod worked his huge pole all the way down my throat.  “Fuck.  This cunt just keeps getting better and better.”  And all it took was a couple of potholes, a couple of kisses between Rod and Marcus, and the cum was flowing, as they both grabbed each other and buried themselves as deep in me as they could, even making sure the cab driver was well aware of what was going on.

    Damn.  It was impossible not to get more and more addicted to all of this, as the two switched and Marcus had me lick him off while Rod went into my freshly fucked ass.  I was probably getting more huge dicks deep inside me than most guys ever encountered in a lifetime, as the two of them even kissed more deeply as we pulled up to the bar.  Rod tipped the driver generously, as he also invited him by for later that evening.  Damn.  He was a sexy looking Arab.  Would he really stop by?  I always went way too quickly to wondering what a guy’s dick might be like.  God knows how Rod was coordinating things there at this point, since Rod was always quite meticulous, and it seemed like there was already a fairly decent sized crowd looking to drop by through the night.

    Rod held the door open for me, at the same time he fingered my leaking ass as we walked into the bar, as both he and Marcus kissed me:  “You’re such a great fuck, baby.”

    As we walked in, Rod took me back to the darker area where the glory holes were, smiling at me as he said it can’t hurt to look.  One dimly lit hole had cum dripping around the edges.  Rod smiled:  “Lick it up, baby, while I go get drinks for me and Marcus, as soon as I get a pic or two of you licking that cum up.  Fuck.  I could almost go hard again already.”

    I was on my knees so eagerly I surprised myself, as both Marcus and Rod took pics of me licking off the anonymous cum.  Of course it didn’t take long for a real dick to come through at midnight in the bar. 

    “Shit.  We’re going to get him fucked even more before we head home for the real gathering.”

    Rod kissed me:  “Pace yourself, baby.  We have the whole weekend ahead of us.”  Then both he and Marcus supervised my servicing another three or four dicks while they drank and showed me off to anyone interested, as Rod continued to invite guys by for later.  Rod even got some hung white guy to fuck me, which almost never happened.

    I was pretty exhausted as we headed out to one last cab for home an hour or so later.  Rod even encouraged me to try to rest on the way:  “Don’t worry though.  I’m sure we’ve got things set up so you can just be strapped in and serve for most of the weekend.  I can’t even remember the last time I was this horny.”

    Marcus chimed in as they both helped me into the car.  “Jamal must be missing this big time.  I hope your boy is ready to make it through this.”

    Rod kissed me again:  “It’s ok.  We know it will hurt, but Jamal’s been giving me some ideas to make sure Jeff helps me get that pussy used like it really needs to be used.  You have no idea how exciting it gets when Jeff starts getting sore, but stays aware that his slutty pussy still needs a bit more taming.  I’m doing my best to make sure no more than 4 guys will be there at a time, although I’m promising everyone that we’ll keep going until everyone has shot to their satisfaction.  You are welcome to hang around and help as long as you want.  Jamal seems to be getting quite the kick out of supervising this from Florida.”

    “Fuck.  Just trying to figure out whether this bitch is going to feel like he’s in heaven or hell.”

    Rod smiled.  “I’m actually hoping for a lot of both.  Jamal seems so proud of everything I’ve been doing so far. Damn.  Who knew I’d fall that deeply in love with him.  Plus I really had no idea basically as a bottom that I’d enjoy being so much in the middle.  I’m loving more and more every time I find a new dick for Jeff to service, and I totally love helping to work loads into him.  You’ll thank me even if it does hurt for a while, baby.  Your pussy will be so beautiful all swollen and leaking.”

    “I love you, Rod.” 

    I still couldn’t tell whether I was terrified or excited. 

    And we were on the way home.


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  • The Bug

     From your Author:

    I choose not to start with the last page of the chapter before. It has been a while, sorry. So I pick up where we left off and if you need to go back and read the last I posted for ‘The Bug’, go for it. But if you are a youth, a kid younger than someone logging on needs to be; log off now. RJC.


    “Copy, A-One.” And I just started to sob.

    “Raven has landed; correct, Over?”

    “Copy that, Dad.”

    “Dad???”

    “A-One.” And I waited for my dad to tell me what to do.

    “Fortify, you have everything you need, Copy?”

    Now both of them had hands on my shoulders, “Copy that.”

    “If it looks hopeless, go to the lair. Do, not, engage. Copy that?”

    “Copy.”

    “When I can I will cum for you.”

    “Copy that. A-One, out.” And I turned to my friends who had not even realized they were in a bunker full of artillery.

    Through teary eyes, I looked around and started dressing my friends. Mind you, they had nothing on, and I started pulling shit from the shelves knowing my Uncle planed for a small army. Everything was camo, Kevlar vests, holsters held two forty-fives and six clips. With grenades clipped to their vests, an AK over one shoulder, and a scattergun over the other; I think I did well.

    Brice was the first to say anything, and he whispered, “What the fuck, Addam?” He asked as I outfitted myself like them. The only difference was I had Kimber’s and a bow.

    “We’re going to the other side of the lake, you guys stay behind me, and for Christ’s sake be quiet.”

    I don’t know where all my confidence came from, I never said a word saddling up next to them, I was accepted as the leader. I loaded the chambers of their sidearms and clicked the safety handing them back.  

    They followed and I had my eyes open wide looking for everything. As we got close to the clearing I spotted trip wires pointing them out and showing what they were attached to. I pointed at the turned-up dirt and shook my head running a finger across my throat.

    We hiked back towards the lair in silence until we were far enough away that we couldn’t be heard. We sat down and they both were fucked up by what was going on. I looked at them and this was like ‘Red Dawn’ shit. “What the fuck, Addam?” came from both of them at the same time still in a whisper.

    To lighten the mood, I told them, “You guys look hot as fuck, and I should be on the cover of some magazine,” standing and running a hand down my body.

    “Why the bow and not a scattergun, Addam?” Brice asked pulling out a fatty.

    “Because this doesn’t make any noise and I am pretty good with it.” They nodded as Brice blew Chancellor a nose hit and motioned to me.

    I choked on the blue smoke that shrouded my face, had to bend over and grab my knees as stars filled my vision. I knew Brice needed this to be with it and also knew that it just impaired me and Chance. “We got a lot of work to do, guys.”

    We were only about three hundred feet from the entrance and as we walked I talked to them without turning around. “We will have to move most of the munitions up here, food, everything until they find the cabin. We need to cover the driveway and we’ll have to do something with your truck, B” I now had to turn just to make sure they were still behind me.

    “We’re here,” I said at the face of a cliff overhang.

    Lush green foliage covered the opening on the face, couldn’t even see it was there. “Follow me; step and grab where I do.” And they followed.

    Up about fifteen feet, behind the green plant life hanging down was the opening to the Lair. When they came in behind me there was laughter and I nodded to the back wall. I climbed up about another five meters through an opening most would think too small, and now we were in the Lair.

    It was a large cave, maybe fifteen by twenty feet to a smaller opening with green foliage covering it, and a ten-foot rock ceiling. I looked at my friends with filtered sun cuming in. I mean they were loaded for bear, the sleeveless vests with balls hanging around their chests.

    I have no idea if they saw it in my eyes, slowly walking towards them, and I dropped to my knees pulling down the Camo. Well, one fell out the other just kind of showed itself as I pulled them to my hungry mouth.

    It didn’t take long for Chance to be standing at attention as I worked Brice. I sucked his fat head, and stump of a shaft, as I stroked Chancellor. Without needing hands, I sucked C as best I could and Brice stroked himself as my hands went under their vests and I was brutal to their nips.

    I traded back and forth expecting nothing in return. I was enjoying every part of this and my cock was hard as a gun barrel soaking my lower half. Chance was the first to start moaning and that only caused me to choke on his long cock wanting it down my throat.

    With a final push forward his long slender dick slid beyond my gag reflex and he dumped straight into my gut holding me in place. He shot seven times making my eyes water. As weird as it sounds I felt a sense of accomplishment and pride knowing I had done what none other had and the fact that my friend had gotten better than any other time.

    Now Brice, on the other hand. There was no way he’d reach my throat so I sucked him like an all-day sucker, used teeth on his fat head, squeezed, and engorged the already fat shaft. His cum was thick as pudding, tasted the same as he launched into my mouth, and I swallowed as fast as I could.

    “That was fun,” I said still on my knees looking up at them.

    “Julie obviously taught you a thing or two, Addam,” came from Chancellor, looking down on me.

    “I don’t think you can be taught that. His nose was in your bush; he swallowed that whole damn thing, Bro.” Came from Brice.

    “I think we need to return the favor,” C said to B.

    “No guys, I’m good.” And they looked at me in disbelief.


    From your Author:

    A lot of shit is going down, readers. Between The Bug, unemployment, food banks overrun, and pain, as Americans, we, don’t understand. This is the new-real, for a while. I see myself, beyond lucky. I say to my friends, ‘nobody loves you, more than you. Take all precautions. 

    If you have made it till now, hold on. If you are a dad or grandfather, change your password. If you haven’t checked your kid’s phone or tablet; do it know.

    What have they been doing with all this time off? Do you even know who their friends are and who they’re sending those pictures, too? I feel for you, I really do. And those of you who have enjoyed the state-funded daycare, i.e., school, for your child who you can’t deal with during the day; how’s that been working for you????

    I know that sounds harsh, but hear me out. Back in the day, in a classroom of thirty, of your children, fifteen are ready to learn. Six of them are behind grade level; for whatever reason. Ten of them are hungry in first period, nine of them didn’t have a coat to wear this morning. And then there are the other kids.

    Think about this for a minute. A kid, or those kids, walk-in and start tipping over desks. What examples are they setting when they’re back in class the next morning? I will call them, BD kids. I do understand that is a broad term, Behavior Disorder is real.

    Where I’m going with all this, you ask? What is the difference between Behavior Disorder, and Learned Behavior? Look around when you do what you do. Look at your kids or your grandkids; it’s, not, their, fault. 

    To another point; back to tablets and phones. It’s hard, but suck it up, you don’t have to tell me. Me, RJC. I am prolific on this site. My fourteen-year-old Grandson read every word; over three-quarters’ of a million words. I have a cross to bear with that one. I wish that on no man. 

    I want to talk about you. I know your mad, sad, all fucked up inside. If I haven’t pissed, you off, by now, you will read on. Good for you. Just put on some headphones and listen to your favorite songs. Think about your children being born. Think about those even younger in your care. It’s a hard, hard, time.

    Live with joy. 

    Laugh, because it comes from your heart. Love. Well love. 

    ‘I once asked a woman, why she wasn’t married. Her answer, “If I’d have known it was the last time I would be asked.” That has absolutely nothing to do, with anything. But maybe it means everything? Who, really, fuckin, knows? 

    Best to our host and all readers on this site. We are a community, we read in shame, maybe just looking for a little enjoyment, just needing something? RJC.    


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  • My Fisting Experiences

    This story is the latest in the saga of Jim and Ed and their exploration of fisting. In my last story I outlined the fun Jim had when he inserted a big black bell (globe) eggplant in his hole – repeatedly. This story picks up from where the previous episode left off and leads up to their first anniversary of Ed taking a fist.

    While the last story had more than a grain of truth to it, this one is largely fictitious and draws inspiration from amateur porn that was on xtube before it was deleted in the recent purge. I hope you enjoy the story and I’d appreciate your feedback. The usual warnings apply. This story involves sex between consenting adults. If you’re not over 18 or it is illegal to read this where you live, then please do not continue any further. You have been warned.


    When Ed got home from his business trip, I explained what I had got up to with the eggplant on the weekend before. He just about creamed his pants. That night, as he rode up and down on my small fist, he urged me to describe in detail the sensation of the eggplant entering my hole for the first time. He wanted to hear more of how my hole crowned as it left my hole for the first time. He loved hearing of how it stretched my hole so wide. He panted like a dog when I described how my hole would go POP, POP, POP as the big black vegetable went in and out. When I revealed my secret desire to have a man cunt, he shot a massive creamy load.

    Even so, he wasn’t sated. He was so turned on by what I told him, he turned me over and ate out my hole like a man dying of thirst. He was able to reach depths no tongue had ever gone before. He teased at the beautiful folds, fucking my hole with his tongue.

    “Oh Jim, I love your man cunt. It’s so beautiful and soft.” When I pushed back and my hole pouted and winked at him, he became so turned on that he was as hard as a rock again. As he fucked my brains out with his thick 7-inch uncut dick, he repeatedly trashed talked my hole.

    “Oh wow, it slips in so easy, just like a fuckin pussy. You love that big dick in your man cunt, don’t you?”

    “Yeah, fuck my sloppy pussy you big stud. Breed my slutty hole,” I replied.

    “You want my babies in your cunt, do you?”

    “Yes, give them to me. I love being fucked by a stud who knows how to take a fist,” I replied. That turned him on even more, and he began pile driving my hole. After the longest fuck I could remember we both came in copious quantities. The splattering of cum from my dick, Ed’s cum oozing from my hole, as well as Ed’s first load – not to mention the Boy Butter seeping from his fisted hole – meant we had to change the sheets on the bed they were such a mess.

    Later that night as we scissor cuddled (on fresh linen) before falling asleep, Ed whispered in my ear about just how turned on he had been by my admission of wanting a man cunt. He reached between my legs and gently caressed my puffy hole: “Hmmm, so soft, so beautiful – I love your man cunt.” But as he fell asleep, in that moment between the conscious and the subconscious, he also made a telling confession, he whispered in my ear: “You’re so lucky – I wish I had one.”

    As I lay there, my lover asleep with the middle finger of his right hand in my twitching hole, I pondered how I would make his wish come true. It was then that I realised our fisting anniversary was only a few weeks away. As I also drifted off to sleep, I wondered how I would give Ed exactly what he so secretly desired.

    The next morning, I checked my diary, and worked out that our first-year fist anniversary was two weeks hence on a Friday. I began to hatch my plan. I manoeuvred my schedule so I would be away on the Thursday night before and set the plan in action. I knew Ed’s routine well and that with me away he tended to sleep in a little longer. But not this Friday – at 7am, he was rudely awakened by a courier ringing the doorbell.

    After signing for the package, he blearily opened the box to find brief instructions for the day ahead.

    “Dearest Ed – on this, the anniversary of you first taking a fist, the gods have heard your deepest desire and are prepared to grant this wish but only if you really want it fulfilled. If you really want a man cunt and to stretch your limits, clean out your hole and insert the enclosed plug to be worn all day. To signal your agreement, you are to put on the enclosed chastity device and leave the key on the bench – if it is there, I will know you want to proceed. On getting home, clean out again, eat a couple of the special brownies you’ll find in cupboard on your return, put on the enclosed leather jock strap and I’ll expect you relaxed in the sling about 7pm. Your loving master man cunt, Jim.”

    Inside the box was a Gapekeeper 75 from Topped Toys. The 75 is 2.4 inches in diameter at the maximum – smaller than my hands but enough to ensure Ed was partially loosened up for the night ahead. Given the size of Ed’s cock, out of deference I had left him a larger chastity cage, but it would still be a tight fit if he got excited.

    I arrived back in town about mid-afternoon and as it was a Friday, after dropping some stuff off at the office and a quick catch up with my manager, I headed home. The chastity key was on the bench so I knew Ed was up for what I had in store – although he had little idea of my plans. I baked some marijuana brownies (possession of small quantities are not illegal where we live) which I knew would also help mellow Ed for what I had in store. I left a couple on the bench for him to eat when he got home. I also set up the sling in the spare bedroom, and made up a batch of xlube and then put it in the fridge. I then cleaned out my hole and, as it was getting near the time Ed would be home, I went to the nearby aquatic centre for a swim. I could have a shower there and surreptitiously change into some hot leather gear I’d bought which I’d wear under some loose sweat pants and sweat shirt on the way home.

    When I pulled up outside the house, apart from the porch light, only the light in the spare bedroom was on so Ed was obviously in position. I quietly entered the house through the back door into the kitchen. I pulled off my sweat shirt and dropped the sweat pants. I thought I looked pretty hot – I had been working out a bit lately so my body was more toned. I was wearing a leather harness that framed my pecs, a leather jock strap and black boots with white socks. I looked over at the bench – Ed had eaten the brownies; he was going to be so relaxed. He’d left a whiskey on the rocks for me – the ice was only just starting to melt; it had recently been poured.

    I picked up my drink, supping on the taste and walked to our makeshift dungeon. I smiled on entering – Ed was wearing almost the same gear. He was so hot. He’d also been hitting the gym a lot lately and had developed some serious muscles, particularly his pecs and biceps.

    The room had a sensual feel. Instead of the main overhead light – there were two lamps, each with red bulbs for mood lighting, and some house music playing with a strong beat.

    “Hey boy,” I said in my deepest voice, “Ready for your wishes to come true?”

    “Yes, Sir,” he replied, almost sheepishly.

    “Tell me what you want boy,” I said again, supping again on my whiskey before putting it on a side table, where the lube and poppers were waiting.

    He ummed and ahhed, and I moved forward, strongly grabbed his chin with my right hand, and again repeated more forcefully: “Tell me what you want boy – spell it out.”

    “I want a man cunt,” he half whispered.

    “What boy? Speak up, let it out,” I demanded.

    “I want a man cunt, Sir,” he said more forcefully.

    “Good boy,” I said and I leant in and we passionately kissed.

    “Good boy,” I said again, as my left hand wandered down to his crotch. I squeezed the jock strap and could feel his encased cock. We kissed again.

    “Good boy,” I said again, as my hand ventured further and felt the end of the plug in his arse. I tapped the base and I ran my fingers around the edge of the plug – feeling the tender flesh which would be soon transformed. We kissed again.

    “Are you ready boy?”

    “Yes, sir,” he responded more forcefully.

    “Well then, let us begin.” I then moved between Ed’s suspended legs and sat down on a stool. I supped on my whiskey again and admired Ed’s hole. While the Gapekeeper 75 has a maximum diameter of 2.4 inches, the neck was 1.4 inches in diameter meaning Ed’s hole had been permanently at the width of an average cock all day.

    I began teasing his hole by gently pulling the plug out just a little and letting it slide back in a fucking motion. Ed immediately began to groan. And each time the plug got closer to the widest point, he groaned some more until it popped right out and before Ed could react, I pushed it back in.

    “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he repeated as the plug went in and out.

    “You like that boy?”

    “Oh, yes Sir, I love it – give me more.”

    What he didn’t know was that the Gapekeeper 75 wasn’t the only plug I had bought from Topped Toys. I also had a Chute 85 which, while it is only a little wider at maximum diameter, also allows a cock to inserted as well.

    “You wanted more and that’s what you’re going to get. I’m going to use this on you boy – are you up for it?” I said waving the plug at him.

    “Yes, Sir, but can I make a request?”

    I nodded in agreement. “Can I ask that my first plug goes in your hole? It seems only fitting that we share the love, if that’s ok with you Sir?”

    I smiled. “What a good idea boy.” I pulled out the plug from Ed’s hole, added a little lube and slide it almost effortlessly into my man cunt. “Hmmm, it’s so warm. You must have a hot hole boy.”

    “Thank you, Sir,” Ed responded. “But please plug me again. I don’t want my pussy-to-be to get tight again,” he said in a subservient tone which he was clearly enjoying using. But before pushing the bigger plug into Ed’s hole, I finished my whiskey and then I filled up a syringe with xlube and inserted it into Ed’s willing hole. I then repeated the action, before smearing the Chute with Boy Butter and gently pushing it into Ed’s hole. It went in surprisingly easily, Ed let out a big sigh as the plug slipped in and he enjoyed its wider girth. I repeated the fucking motion I had used with the Gatekeeper. It was clear that Ed was getting off on the sensation.

    “Oh yeah, Sir, fuck my hole. It’s what my boi-pussy needs sooo much,” he said, affecting again his new subservient voice.

    The whole scenario was turning me on big time. With a plug in my own hole, my cock was as hard as a rock. Now was the time to test out the Chute 85’s extra capabilities, which I hadn’t made clear to Ed when I inserted it. I stood up and leant forward and kissed Ed, but unbeknown to him, I also positioned my six-inch cock into the entrance.

    At first, he looked a little puzzled as he felt my cock pushing at the entrance to his stretched hole.

    “What the?” he asked before both the realisation and sensation hit him. “Oh fuck. Oh man alive. I can’t believe it” before “OH FUCK!” when I pushed all the way in and then pulled back and pushed back in.

    “FUCK, FUCK, OH MY GOD, what are you doing?” he said.

    “You said, you wanted a boi-pussy – this is how you get one boy. Get ready for the ride of your life.”

    It was at this point that Ed took his first hit of poppers and the initial hesitation quickly evaporated.

    “Oh yeah Sir. Fuck me, fuck my cunt. Give it to me.”

    And give it to him I did, fucking his hole relentlessly, with each thrust of my cock adding to the stretch from the plug until, after what seemed an eternity, I felt the inevitable sensation of an orgasm. The tightness around my cock, combined with the plug in my own arse, resulted in one of my biggest cum dumps ever. When I finally pulled out of Ed’s hole, cum ran out of the chute which was still holding his hole open.

    I had a sit for a minute to recover and Ed asked: “Now that you’ve cum, can I take off the cage and cum too Sir?”

    “No boy. Just because I’ve cum doesn’t mean this process is over. We’re only halfway there.”

    Ed eyes widened at the thought of his hole getting stretched further and affected his subservient voice again: “Oh Sir, please be gentle on my man hole. What are you planning Sir?”

    “You’ll find out soon enough, boy,” I responded as I gently teased the Chute 85 out of Ed’s now very open hole. “But I think you need a little break – I’m going to clean you out.” And with that I put my mouth to his hole and began slurping out my own cum and the lube in his hole. Ed went wild as my tongue dug into this hole and he responded by pushing back, forcing the cum out.

    “Oh Sir, that feels so fucking hot. Yeah, eat my man hole – go deep, go deep.” I can only imagine the ecstasy Ed felt as my tongue circled around his pink stretched hole and then dived in, but feeling on my tongue of the soft folds of his hole were exquisite.

    After several minutes of eating Ed’s hole, I leant back: “Enough of break time – now let’s get serious.”

    “Yes, Sir,” Ed responded enthusiastically. “What’s next?”

    I gave Ed’s hole three syringes-full of xlube this time and then lathered up my hands with Boy Butter and I began to push more of it into his hole. Ed’s hole now easily took three fingers and then a fourth on my right hand. Given my hands are relatively small – and Ed’s experience in taking my fist – it wasn’t long before I was adding my thumb to the mix. Ed took the cue and took a huff of poppers and soon after my fist slipped inside and he let out the biggest sigh. His face beamed with the biggest fist smile – that delightful satisfaction of having a fist in your hole.

    I easily moved my fist around in his hole, letting it get used to the stretch, before I slowly removed it and pushed the left-hand in. The day with the plug in had certainly worked its magic – I had never known Ed’s hole this loose. I pulled the left out to the fingers, and then added the fingers from the right into a prayer position and then pulled them apart, stretching him further.

    “Oh yeah, Sir, stretch my hole, get me big and wide,” Ed begged as I did this again.

    I pulled the left out and the right went back in – again, so seamlessly – and I repeated the motion several more times, alternating hands before springing on him the final act I had planned.

    “You are so loose boy; I think we need to ramp it up a notch. I’m going to give you 50 punches.”

    “Fifty,” he exclaimed.

    “Nah, 100.”

    And before he could protest any more, I began counting. I started slowly, alternating hands in and out of Ed’s hole. He took a long hit of poppers and held it in.

    He exhaled at 10 and his reticence quickly disappeared.

    “Oh man alive Sir, that feels so fucking good, fuck my hole.”

    When we reached 20, I asked if he wanted it faster.

    “Yes, fuck Sir, faster, give it to me.”

    And I gradually began to pick up the pace.

    At 30, he took another huff of poppers and his hole stopped closing as I continued on.

    At 40, I stopped counting aloud and when, several punches on, Ed urged me to keep counting, I went back to 40 again.

    When I hit 50, the halfway point, Ed’s hole was becoming so pliable, I stopped coning my hands – pushing in fist first.

    “OH FUCK, OH FUCK,” Ed exclaimed. “Keep fucking me Sir, keep fucking me.”

    Going fist first only slowed the pace for a moment. But only for a moment. The numbers kept rolling on as 60, 70 and 80 passed.

    When we hit 90, I urged Ed to count with me.

    “91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98 and 100.”

    “One hundred punches,” Ed shouted. “Fucking yeah.”

    But I didn’t stop. “You’re not ready to stop, you want more” as I kept punching his hole.

    Finally, Ed called a halt, but not until I had reached about 120, leaving just my left fist resting inside him.

    “Oh boy, you should see your hole. It is so open, so deliciously beautiful.”

    “Do I have a man cunt now Sir?”

    “Almost boy, we’re almost there – take another hit of poppers and close your eyes and picture in your mind’s eye what I’m doing.”

    With my right hand I grabbed more lube, pulled my left-hand half out and used it to pour heaps of xlube into Ed’s hole. I then lubed up my right hand with the copious quantities of lube leaking from Ed’s hole and then gently pushed it up against the other hand which was only half in. Gently, but forcefully, I began pushing my right fingers into the palm of my left hand which was now back in Ed’s hole.

    With each push, I got further and further in. Ed knew what I was doing now and took another big hit of poppers. As I reached the point where my right knuckles were at Ed’s sphincter, he got worried.

    “Sir, I don’t think I can take it. Please Sir, I think you should take it out.”

    He wiggled in the sling a little and with that, my right hand just slipped into Ed’s hole – he was taking a double fist.

    `FUCKING YEAH, OH FUCK, FUCK, OH FUCKING HELL,” he shouted.

    “Ten seconds in,” I responded and without moving my hands, I counted up to 10. “Do you want them in or out.”

    “Out Sir, please.”

    And with that I pulled them both out, with Ed firing off several more expletives. He soon asked for an update on the state of his hole.

    I wiped my left hand and then his hole. I then used hand mirror so Ed could see what we had wrought. There in the mirror Ed saw the gaping hole, red and puffy that was his new man cunt and he gave another big sex smile.

    “Oh Sir, thank you so much for giving me a man cunt. And thank you for continuing despite my hesitation.”

    I put the mirror down and moved around the sling and give him a big sloppy kiss. “Anything for my man.”

    And as we passionately kissed, my left hand wandered back into Ed’s now totally pliant hole and I gave him a gentle dreamy fisting.

    “Can I cum now Sir? My cock is aching in the cage.”

    Ed lifted his arse and pulled off the jock strap revealing his caged cock. It wasn’t hard – there wasn’t room for that – but I was struggling under confinement. I unlocked the cage and Ed immediately began wanking his cock which quickly reached became thick and swollen.

    “Sir, to celebrate my new man cunt, can you punch out a load for me?”

    “Anything for my man,” I said as I returned to the seat, lubed up my hands some more and again began punching Ed’s hole.

    His new hole was so damn fine and so damn loose that after 20 punches I again pushed both hands into Ed’s hole and this time, they both slipped in, and out, and then back in again.

    “Yeah, double punch my cunt,” Ed cried and with that he began to cum like a fire hydrant, spewing his thick white cream everywhere.

    When he finally stopped cumming, his cum covered fingers explored his new hole we kissed again. “Happy fist anniversary baby.”


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  • Moving in

    Marc was stood in the middle of his flat having moved in 2 days ago having split  up from his long term fiancée.  Their relationship, to be honest, had lost its sparkle a couple years back, sex had become virtually nonexistent except for maybe once every 3 months or so, and even then it had become boring and routine – roll on, shag, cum, roll off. He later discovered she was shagging her gym instructor on the side and they amicably broke off their engagement and went their separate ways.

    Marc had rented the top (3rd) floor apartment – not a long term living arrangement but it was convenient enough. The rooms were large with floor to ceiling windows, double patio doors which opened onto a small balcony, just big enough for a small table and a couple of chairs, it was close to work and he had thought it would be ideal whilst he sorted out a complete break financially and emotionally from his ex fiancée  

    The boxes in his flat seemed to take up most of the free space and combined with the dozen or so bin bags full of discarded packaging it left little room for manoeuvre. He collected half a dozen of the bags in both hands and decided he would take them to the communal refuge area. He headed down the 2 flights of stairs and emerged, his eyes squinting, into the bright morning sunlight.

    Wearing an old vest, baggy shorts and flip flops he headed across the central courtyard. 20 metres opposite  his building stood another identical block of apartments and standing at the entrance of the doorway he noticed a guy. He looked about the same age as him (36) and was busily tapping on his phone screen with his thumb of his left hand, a cigarette in the other hand. He had short shaven hair to the back and sides, longer but still short and spiky on top. He was wearing a cropped T-shirt which showed off his muscular biceps, his pale skin accentuated the dark hairs that covered his forearms. He wore baggy pj bottoms which were slightly too long and appeared ruffled around his bare feet.

    The smoking guy lifted his hand and took a drag of his cigarette as Marc passed him “y’alright” he said

    “Fine thanks ” Marc replied as he walked past him and headed round the corner to the bin store. The smoking guy finished his cigarette, stubbed it out on the communal ashtray attached to the wall, he tapped a few buttons on the security door pad, pulled the door open and disappeared up a flight of stairs. 

    A few minutes later Marc returned from the bin compound, glanced to where the smoking guy had been and headed back across the courtyard and similarly punched a few numbers on the security door pad and headed back to his flat.

    Marc spent the rest of the uneventful morning unpacking boxes and arranging and rearranging furniture. He looked at his watch 1255, “lunch” he said to himself. He sat quietly listening to some background radio station as he ate his cheese and ham sandwich washed down with a well deserved coffee. Looking around he noticed he had still a few boxes to unpack but he had broken the back of it.

    He headed towards the sink to clean up the few dishes from his lunch and nonchalantly looked out of the window across to the apartment block opposite. Rows of windows and balconies (identical to his). Some of the balconies had small tables and chairs, some stored the owner’s pushbikes others brightly adorned with an array of plant pots which helped to add a bit of colour to an otherwise dull exterior. The apartment opposite (he noticed) had the patio doors wide open, the window were dressed in just voile ceiling to floor curtains and blew open in the gentle breeze. Marc could see directly into the large living room. He noticed 2 large dark leather couches strewn with an array of cushions, a large wooden coffee table sat on top of large sheepskin rug, a large wall mounted television. “Nice” Marc thought to himself as he continued to wash up.

    Suddenly his peripheral vision caught some movement, he looked up and straight into the apartment opposite. Strolling around the apartment was the smoking guy, still engrossed with his phone, head down and tapping fervently on the screen. Marc watched him amble around the apartment, occasionally disappearing from view as he strolled from room to room.

    The smoking guy appeared again, he placed his phone down on the arm of one of the couches and pulled his T-shirt off. He reached up and straightened his hair, flicking at the tips and then brushed his hand several times over the mass of dark chest and abdominal hair. He picked his phone up again, held it aloft at arms length – the flash went off as he smiled broadly into the camera. He then started tapping on the screen of his phone before placing it down on the arm of the couch and left the room smiling

    After a minute or so Marc saw the flash of the phone (the smoking guy had received a message Marc thought to himself) he returned and picked up his phone and smiled. Marc noticed that the smoking guy had removed his pj bottoms and now was wearing a short white towel around his slim waist and exposing his muscular hairy thighs, a small but noticeable bulge was protruding from the front of the towel. Again the smoking guy held his phone out at arms length this time pulling back the flap of the towel to expose his upper thigh. The flash went off again and the smoking guy returned to tapping on his phone. There were obviously several messages to and fro from the smoking guy before he sat back on one of the couches (facing Marc).

    He lounged back and his knees naturally parted exposing his 5 inch thick flaccid cock nestling atop a pair of large balls. The smoking guy stretched his arm aloft with phone in hand (another selfie) but this time he unhooked his towel and opened it to expose himself completely naked. He smiled as he took several snaps at different angles before tapping again on his phone.

    Marc suddenly realised that he been stood washing the same cup for 20 minutes watching a total stranger get naked and take selfie’s, and this stranger was a guy, why was he watching a guy, he wasn’t gay. He turned from the sink, looked down, he had a semi hard on and there was a small damp patch on his shorts where he had been leaking pre-cum. He adjusted his cock and returned to his unpacking.

    Marc spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking the final few boxes, traipsing up and down the stairs to the bin store with endless bangs of discarded packaging and folded flattened boxes.

    Marc emerged from the shower at around 8pm, he patted dry most of the water from his skin as he strolled around the flat naked drying off the remainder of moisture from his body. Standing 6’2”, he was slim and muscular. He had short blond hair (ruffled from the towelling it had just endured) with a covering of short blond hairs over his pecs that trailed down over his abdomen before joining up with his neatly trimmed blond pubes. His uncut cock hung vertically around 5.5 inches, relatively thick and veiny his ball hung loose (especially now as they were warm from his shower). His legs were long and toned and covered in almost translucent blond hairs (the type you can hardly see but can feel, if you know what I mean). He strolled into the bedroom and pulled a pair of lounge shorts from the drawer and pulled them up over his cock, slightly adjusting it as he did, it was too warm for any further clothing, he hung his towel on the radiator. picked up his phone and started tapping.

    Pepperoni pizza delivery he thought to himself, it had been a hard hot day and he was too tired to prepare any food. He strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge, he popped the cap and guzzled several mouthfuls. He felt several cold drops of condensation drip onto his chest making him shiver a little causing his nipples to harden, he flicked the water off his hairy chest, his fingers brushing over his hardened nipple. He finished the beer quickly (thirsty work – unpacking, he thought). He found himself in the kitchen staring across to the apartment opposite, visual memories of what he had witnessed earlier came to mind. The patio doors had been closed but the curtains remained opened. There was no sign of movement in the apartment, a small dim lamp shone in the corner of the room.

    Feeling a little disappointed (why? He thought to himself) he made his way to his living room. Looking around he seemed quite please with his efforts. He put a little background music on, switched on the television but muted the sound. He sat in a large armchair and continued drinking his beer. Suddenly there was a loud buzzing sound – he jolted forward, spilling a small amount of beer over his shorts. He stood up and brushed at the droplets. He picked up the intercom receiver “Pizza delivery” came the voice through the earpiece

    “I’m coming” Marc responded. He grabbed a handful of coins to tip the delivery guy and headed down the stairs bare foot and bare chested. He strolled along the passage way to the main door unaware of his cock swinging side to side causing a rhythmic tenting in his shorts. He opened the main door propping it with his foot. The pizza guy eyed him up and down as he handed him his box of pizza. Marc handed him a handful of coins.

    “Thanks” said the delivery guy. “Mm cute” he muttered loudly. Marc looked quizzical (was he referring to him). He was about to turn and head back upstairs when he spotted the smoking guy stood in the same spot he had seen him earlier, phone in hand and smoking. Marc stood transfixed for a moment. The smoking guy was wearing a white unbuttoned short sleeved shirt and a pair of tight denim shorts and barefoot. Marc felt his cock twitch and his balls tighten as he stood watching him. The smoking guy looked across to him and waved.

    “How’s things” he called to Marc

    “Hot isn’t it” Marc croaked, a bit taken aback.

    The smoking guy stubbed his cigarette and started walking across to Marc. Marc watched him as he approached. The open shirt blowing in the breeze, his chest hair ruffling. He quickly glanced down and could see the outline of the smoking guy’s cock pressed tight in the denim across the top of his left thigh. The guy approached and held out his hand. Marc reached out and shook the guy’s hand. The skin felt warm and soft but the grip was firm. Goosebumps formed over Marc’s body at his touch.

    “I’m Sam” said the tall dark stranger, green piercing eyes and a wide perfect smile. The corners of his eyes wrinkled as he smiled at him. Marc felt hypnotised momentarily before stumbling a reply

    He cleared his throat – “Marc” he replied as they stood holding hands even though their handshake had finished. Marc withdrew his hand 

    “You all moved in then” asked Sam 

    “Yeah” “dinner for one” joked Marc as he held the pizza box up a little

    “Maybe we could catch up with a beer when you settle in” said Sam “here let me give you my number, anything you need give me a call”. He patted along his body pretending to look for a non-existent pen.  “No pen” he shrugged

    He took his phone from his pocket – “wanna give me your number” Sam asked as he smiled at Marc 

    “Eh… um…Sure” Marc stuttered. He reached for his pocket – empty – he had left his phone upstairs. “My phones in the flat” he said to Sam
    “no problem” answered Sam quickly – “I’ll put your number in and text you then you’ll have mine” 

    Marc felt unsure but hesitantly reeled his number off to Sam 

    “All saved” said Sam as he tapped the number into his address book and then sent a “hi Marc” text to his new contact

    “Don’t let you pizza get cold” said Sam. Call me if you need anything or fancy a beer or something” continued Sam as he turned and headed back to the main entrance of his apartment block. Marc watched him go in and they waved to each other as they each disappeared into their respective flats.

    Marc placed the pizza on the table and picked up his phone. ‘1 new message’ it said. He opened the message and there was a short message ‘hi Marc x’ it read. He paid no attention to the ‘kiss’ on the message. He ate his pizza from the box whilst drinking down several more bottles of beer.

    He was feeling a little tipsy as he swayed into the kitchen to get another beer, his curiosity wondered what Sam was up to. He looked across to the empty living room – still with its dimly lit lamp glowing. His eyes were a little out of focus due to the alcohol. Sam appeared in the living room. He was completely naked as he strolled around the room, unsurprisingly, with his phone in hand. Sam lay sprawled on the same couch as earlier and lifted one leg up onto the sofa whilst the other foot was on the floor. His cock was hard and seemed to grown considerably to 8 maybe 9 inches. Marc watched as Sam’s fingers curled around his cock and he was gently stroking and playing with himself as he looked at the screen on his phone.

    Sam pushed his hand to the base of his cock and pulling the foreskin over his large mushroomed cock end, he squeezed a little harder making the veins protrude more visibly. He reached out with his other hand with the phone and appeared to be taking pictures of his manhood. Marc blinked several times to focus his blurred vision. He felt his cock start to stir as he watched Sam play with his hard cock.

    A ding came from the living room – a message. Who texting me at this time he thought as he made his way to the living room. 1 new message it said. It was from Sam. Marc opened his message ‘I can see you watching me. Hope you like what you see. Have a closer look. Attached to the message was a picture of a large thick veiny cock- clearly Sam’s.

    Another message arrived – ‘Wanna another look?

    Marc gulped hard. He had butterflies in his stomach and his throat felt dry, he looked around the living room for his beer but he’d left it in the kitchen. He slowly walked into the kitchen and saw his beer on the worktop by the kitchen window. He ventured nearer – not sure if he wanted to. He got to the counter and looked across to Sam’s apartment – Sam was still sat on the couch naked and hard. He had his hands behind his head and occasionally his cock would twitch as it hardened. He smiled at Marc and Marc smiled back. Sam reached for his phone and started tapping on the screen. Marc’s phone rang, it was Sam. He answered the phone

    “Hello” he stammered

    “hi” said Sam. Glad you came to the window. Sam rose from the couch and stood in the middle of his living room rubbing his chest, abdomen and cock seductively. Marc watched in awe as Sam gyrated around the room.

    “Sam  – I, I, I don’t know what to say, I’ve never thought of another guy before” said Marc. His cock was saying something completely different. Marc could feel that his own cock had hardened – turned on by the sight of his naked neighbour.

    “We could have a bit of fun if you like” said Sam. “No strings” he looked intently at Marc across the divide. Marc gulped and lifted his beer and took a large gulp.  “Can I come over” continued Sam. “Could do with a beer if you have one going spare” 

    “I’m not sure” said Marc

    Sam looked at him “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, just a beer and a chat – promise” said Sam

    “Ok then” said Marc “come over”

    “On my way” said Sam and hung up and disappeared into one of the adjoining rooms

    Marc started to panic a bit- he was stood semi naked with a hard on and some guy who was flirting with him would be ringing his intercom at any moment.

    Five minutes later there was a knock at his door causing him to jump. He answered to see Sam standing in front of holding a bottle of red wine. “Door code is the same” he said with a smile

    Marc gestured to come in- as he passed Marc got a whiff of Sam, he smelled really nice. He was wearing a gym vest and had pulled on a pair of sweat shorts. Marc watched as he headed towards the kitchen with wine in hand. His pert butt cheeks swaying gently as he walked. He closed the door and followed him into the kitchen.

    “Beer?” Marc offered

    “Yes please” replied Sam

    Marc cracked the tops on a couple of bottles and gestured him into the living room. Marc sat at one end of his couch – Sam sat at the other end, he sat with one leg on the couch and one on floor in a nonchalantly relaxed way. 

    “Cheers” said Marc nervously 

    “Cheers” Sam retorted and lifted the bottle to his mouth and put his head back to drink  Marc eyed Sam quickly – looking at the chest hair poking over the top of the vest then down to the bulge in his pants – the leg hole was gaping open allowing him to see a little way up his left thigh, could he see Sam’s cock head? he looked up just as Sam had lowered the bottle he was drinking from.

    They chatted a while about their jobs, interests and hobbies whilst consuming several more beers and a couple of glasses of red wine as they seemed to have a lot in common. Marc felt himself become more relaxed in Sam’s company.

    Marc got up from the couch to go to the toilet but as he stood he stumbled forward and fell into the lap of Sam  “woah big boy” laughed Sam as he helped Marc regain his balance  

    “Sorry” said Marc “I think I’ve had too much to drink” then started giggling as he tried to get to his feet. He put his hand on Sam’s chest to steady himself and could the hairs poking from the top of the vest. They felt soft , not as he had imagined. His fingers rubbed gently over them before he moved his hand and stumbled out of the living room and into the bathroom. After a minute or so Sam heard Marc call to him from the bathroom  

    Sam went into the bathroom to find Marc stood naked, his shorts around his ankles. He outstretched his hands crucifix style and giggled “do you like” 

    Sam’s eyes widened in disbelief “damn yeah” as Sam looked Marc up and down, taking inthe perfectly formed hairy chest and of course Marc’s semi hard 7 inch thick cock which was growing in front of his eyes.

    Sam removed his vest as Marc stepped forward towards him, took him by the hand led him into the bedroom.

    Marc flopped back on the bed, his hardening cock bouncing as he did. Sam removed his shorts and climbed onto the bed next to a naked Marc. They lay without touching with Sam laving on his side with his hand propping up his head

    “You sure about this” Sam asked Marc as his hand laid gently on Marc’s chest

    “Let’s see how it goes” shrugged Marc as he leaned forward and kissed Sam on the lips. Their lips parted simultaneously and their tongues started wrestling.

    Marc’s hand started exploring the Sam’s mass of thick soft chest hair. Sam moved his hand onto Marc’s midriff and rubbed in swirling motion slowly down towards his cock. His fingers found Marc’s pubes and he could feel Marc’s hardened cock on the rubbing on the back of his hand  his finger tips touched the base of his shaft.

    They continued kissing passionately whilst exchanging saliva. Marc reached down felt the soft tip of Sam’s cock, it felt wet and sticky from his precum  his fingertips gently massaged the swollen tip of Sam’s cock  

    Sam broke off from the kiss and started kissing Marc’s neck working his way down to his chest his tongue searching for Marc’s nipple whilst at the same time his fingers had curled around Marc’s swollen cock and he was now slowly pumping up and down on his thick tool. His tongue found Marc’s left nipple and was kissing, nibbling and swirling his tongue around its hardness, Marc’s body writhed on the bed. Marc firmly gripped on Sam’s hard cock and in unison they pumped each other. Sam continued kissing down over Marc’s abdomen knowing his face was getting closer to his cock He shifted his body around into 69 position eager to taste Marc’s cock.

    Marc was faced with Sam’s cock inches from his face  he felt Sam’s tongue flick around his piss slit which made him quiver. He pointed Sam’s cock towards his face and slowly moved his lips over Sam’s swollen mushroom. As he took more of the cock into his mouth he could feel it stretching and aching his lips. His tongue pinned to the bed of his mouth due to its enormity. He withdrew the cock from his mouth with a slurping pop and a long string of sticky precum hung from his tongue to the piss slit of Sam’s cock, he licked around his lips swallowing the sweet sticky goo. He greeedily took the cock back into his mouth and pumped along the shaft with his lips taking more of Sam’s cock further into his mouth and throat with each thrust. After several minutes of pumping and sucking on Marc’s cock Marc’s groaning and writhing was becoming more intense  

    “I’m cumming” he said breathily “oh fuck I’m cumming “. Sam could feel Marc grinding his hips and pumping his face with his cock, Marc arched his back pushing his cock as far as he could into Sam’s throat before exploding a mass of warm sticky cum into his mouth and throat. Sam gasped for air as Marc’s cock continued to pump string after string of white nectar onto his lips and tongue, goo dripping down his cheeks and chin. He swallowed hungrily, licking fervently along the shaft and swollen cock head.

    Marc groaned as he released his cum whilst continuing to suck on Sam’s cock. Using his hand to pump vigorously on Sam’s shaft. Sam began thrusting his cock into Marc’s mouth “I’m gonna cum” he whispered loudly, “I’m…..I’m….. shit I’m cumming. Marc withdrew his mouth as Sam shot a large stream of cum onto his face and forehead, another stream followed, then another. Marc’s face was covered in thick cum dripping down over his lips. He licked at it tentatively- tasting it’s warm salty flavour. He placed his mouth over Sam’s now deflating cock head and sucked and licked around the still oozing piss slit.

    Marc fell back on the bed – a loud exhaustive breath escaped his lungs as he breathed heavily. “wow” he said between heavy breathing “that was incredible”. He scooped a handful of cum from his face, he licked a glob of it before getting up from the bed and walking to the bathroom. He washed his face, took a pee and returned to the bedroom. Sam was propped up on the pillows, one hand behind his head and the other pushing his hard cock upright. “You ready for some more” he grinned

    Marc grinned back “oh yes”

  • Lust in paradise

    Caves, Cliffs, and Cocks

    The sound of waves and a high pitched ring echos inside the ears of every boy there water covering their bodies soaking through the cloths and dampening their hair. The sand disturbed around them as they had washed up on shore. Jermey is the first to gain conciseness. Looking around to find his best friends, Andre, Joey, and Eric laying across the shore of a island with beautiful white sand that runs up to a jungle. Pieces of wood, metal, and other parts of a boat lay across the beach sticking out. As Eric stands up the others start to awaken, coughing up water and spitting out sand. “What happened?” Eric says in between coughs. Eric is wearing just a pair or swim trunks that grasps to something in between his legs. And you know something is there by a massive V and a nice kept trail that leads up to a nice set of abs. With his massive arms, Joey says, “I’m not sure.” An Italian boy with a hint of an accent. Who wears soggy jeans covered in sand, and if you beloved the rumors hid a nice thick Italian sausage underneath. And he wore a white shirt, enabling everyone to see through and seeing a nice torso with a hit of a six pack. Jeremy responds saying, “I think the storm made our boat sink.” Jermey is one of those pretty boys and who actually works as a model. But is not always the brightest, so when they rented a boat out in the caribbean all he wore was speedos which normally wasn’t a problem, but when his crush, Andre, and African American with massive legs and a six pack with a sick pack stood up revealing his shorts to be wet enough to see through a nice jockstrap covered a nice huge black dick with its head already sticking out of the top, this caused Jeremy to go rock hard and had trouble hiding it. “Well what do we do now?” Andre said looking at the ocean, then parts of the boat in the sand, then the jungle.

    “Well first off we need to scavenge. See if anything is useful from the wreck. Says Eric, who prides himself on being a Boy Scout it the past. “And then we need to explore and set up a shelter and get food, fire, and water.” He continues. As the boys look up and down the beach, Joey shouts out that he found something. As the others gather near he opens it up to find rations, emergency blankets, tools, matches, and a few bottles of water. “Yes!” Eric shouts throwing his hands in the air. As they grab the box and head toward the jungle they immediately find the trees to be brimming with fruit and coconuts. Jeremy grabs a mango and takes a bite and juices fall to the floor as he eats the mango taking in the sweetness of it. As they continue deeper about one hundred feet they come across a small pond surrounded by rocks. “Do you think it’s fresh?” Says Andre poking it with a finger expecting it to do something.

    “it could be.” Says Eric.

    “well there is only one way to find out!” Says Jeremy cupping his hands and bringing it to his mouth before anyone can stop him.

    “NO WAIT!” shouts Eric and reaches out to him but Jeremy just smiles and says, “this is the best water I’ve ever had.” And he reaches down and repeats the cupping action. After Jermey takes a few more sips, the thirsty boys give in and copy what he is doing, and indeed the water tastes like the fresh mountain water coming directly off a glacier. After quenching their thirst they continue on, after maybe a few more steps around the pond they discover a cave that leads under a cliff.

    “this is the perfect place to set up camp.” Claims Eric as he puts the box of supplies down. And looks up to see the sun slowly heading to sunset. “Let’s get a fire going soon.”

    As they start to work Andre looks up and says,“I wonder what the view is like.” Says Andre starring up the cliff face that goes up maybe forty feet. “I’ll go with you!” Says Jeremy as he starts to head to what looks to be a natural staircase just twenty feet to the left of the cave. “Go on and explore.” Says Joey. “Eric and I will start on the shelter and finish up here. And we will talk about what to do tomorrow” And with that Andre and Jeremy head to the top of the cliff.

    once they arrive the view is amazing. They see the pond that appears to be in the center of the island with jungle and beaches surrounding it. They see a hilly backside to the cliff that overgrown with flowers of all colors. And after five nights of taking in the view, Jeremy breaks down and starts crying. “What’s wrong?” Says Andre, putting his hand on his shoulder. “Where are going to be stuck here forever!” Cries Jeremy breaking his normal, calm composure, revealing his frightens self. “We have no way off this island! Our boats gone! And we have no to contact the world and-“ before he can finish Andre hugs him in a bear hug and tears start to fall from his eyes too. “We will get through this together.” He says holding him tight with the sun slowly starting to set. As they pull apart Jeremy looks at Andre with teary eyes and says, “If this is how we die then I want you to know, I like you.”

    And all Andre says is, “I know.” And closes the gap between them. They feel sparks fly from mouth to mouth, their young’s dance across their own and the others mouth. Slow and steady kisses turn into lust driven, sloppy, hungry kisses as they grab each other dragging their hands across each others bodies, as they step away from the cliff face, Andre picks up Jeremy with his arms and straddles him without breaking their lips. They continue to kiss hungrily and any normal sense has gone out the window and all they feel is them. As their kisses grow faster and hungrier Andre breaks it, mush to Jeremys dismay and lifts him up higher to a point where Jermeys Speedo is infront of his face. He can smell the saltwater, and sand. He can also sense the horniness and lust spreading. He can see the outline of his member against the Speedo waiting to be freed. He starts to suck on the outline of the member, Tasting the saltwater and feeling the veins and skin of the cock underneath. He runs his tongue along the base of the tip, which causes Jeremy to moan, the tip of his own cock is about to burst out of his underwear and free itself. He can feel the pull it has to Jeremy and the lust between the two. He lets go of Jeremy and lays him down on the plush grass of the hilltop and pulls his pants down. As he does so Jeremy sits up on his knees and places a hand on his jockstrap. He starts to rub his hand against Andres dick and reaches down and starts rubbing his own covered dick. He leans in and starts to kiss the fabric all over then going up and kisses the top of his peeking dick. He pulls down the jockstrap allowing it to fall to Andres ankles in his shorts. Andres massive nine inch disk pops out hitting Jeremy in the face. Veins popping out and a precum starting to drip off the tip. The scent of Andre drives Jeremy into a list frenzy. Attempting to swallow Andres massive dick feeling his cock on his tongue and along his mouth. He starts to bob up and down fitting two thirds of it it before his gag reflex kicks in. As he fights it causing spit to drip everywhere Andre drags his hands along and through Jeremys brown hair, moaning with sounds of pleasure. As Jeremy continues to deepthroat his shaft, Andre moans, “I’m about to cum.” And with that Jeremy pulls off, mush to Andres need to cum. And with a devilish smile he pulls off his speedo revealing a seven inch long dick, making Andres mouth water. And lays back on the grass, and spreads his legs, revealing a nice tight pink hole. “My turn.”

    Andre falls to his knees and goes in between his legs and places one hand on his shaft and starts stroking it, causing Jeremy to moan. And with the other hand he puts three fingers together and starts to go along the outside of his hole. Causing Jeremy to moan some more. As he continues to work his hand up and down the length of Jeremy he slowly starts to enter his fingers inside his hole. Making Jeremy throw his head back and moan even louder. And with that Andre moves forward and swallows Jeremys cock. He starts going up and down, licking and sucking, he smells the scent of precum and the horniness in the air, he manages to reach the end of the shaft, his face hitting Jeremys body, while he continues to finger fuck him. “I’m going to cum! Shouts Jeremy. But before he can Andre pulls his fingers out and lifts his head up. And he guides his massive duck toward his hole. And with one thrust he enters Jeremy. New Years form in his eyes. But of sadness but of pure pleasure as Andre starts to fuck him. “Fuck yes!” He moans as he feels Andre compete him, his massive dick sliding in and out, hitting his G spot just right. “harder! Faster!” Calls out Jeremy. He feels Andres hands grab his knees as a way to hold steady as he grants Jeremy the most pleasure he has ever felt. Jeremy reached down with one hand and starts to stroke his long cock, covered in Andres saliva running up and down, seeing nothing but stars and he moans. Andre, now sweating and seeing Jeremy moan and groan and start to run his hand along his cock and the feeling that surrounds his own is enough for him, with one harmonized moan, streams of hot, white, milky, cum spray out of their dicks. Andre fills up Jeremy with his seed, filling the boy up. And Jeremy sprays his own cum across and all over his chest, with some landing in his face and in his open mouth. Andre pulls out of Jeremy and cum starts to trickle out. He scoops the dripping cum with his fingers and brings it over to Jeremys mouth and says, “have a taste.” And Jeremy sucks on his fingers. Tasting Jeremy and himself on it. Andre pulls the fingers out of his mouth and licks up some of the cum on Jeremys body and swallows it while savoring the salty and sweet taste if his new lover. He extends his younger and mouth to lick more of Jeremys sweaty body but this time shares the cum and sweat with kiss. As they continue to swap Jeremys seed in between kiss making sure not to loose a precious drop. “Mmmm” Jeremy says smiling. Forgetting all about their troubles as the two share Jeremys cum in a sweating embrace, while Andres slowly starts to trickle out of his hole.


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  • How my dad gave me everything

    My dad and I had a very chilled relation. We were buddies. Our family was small Dad, Mom & Me. He spoilt me crazy. We lived in a small town where everyone knew each other.

    When I reached high school, I figured I was gay. I hid it from my family and friends not because I was scared but I didn’t have a boyfriend, I hadn’t laid with anyone so I thought what’s the point. It’s a time when all your friends have girlfriends and prefer to spend time with them rather than you and so most of the times I started being by myself. It was boring especially Sundays.

    My dad had a set routine. Every Sunday afternoon he’d go with his friends to the local bar, get drunk, come back by 2:30 pm, have sex with mom and sleep till 5:00 pm. I knew they were having sex but didn’t really care much, it’s what normal couples do.

    One Sunday afternoon I got out of my room to go to the kitchen and saw my dad in the passage, completely naked heading for the common bathroom. His 8-inch cock, thick and cut covered in cum hanged from a gorgeous bush. His cum dripped on the floor. I secretly went to watch from behind as he was taking a piss. His butt was big and chunky. He was HOT.

    I was hard as a rock. I ran to my room and started jerking off. I had never thought of my dad in that way but it was the first time I saw a man in his full glory.

    My dad was bald but handsome. He was tall, broad and hairy. Well-built but also had a slight belly. He was 42 years old but definitely attractive. More like the young Tony Soprano.

    After that day I distanced myself from him. Every night I would go to my room and jerk off thinking of him. I just couldn’t get his body out of my head.

    One day at breakfast he asked me “Son is something bothering you. You have been quite aloof these days. Is everything Ok.”

    I said “All good dad. Nothing like that”

    He: “You know you can always come talk to me I’m always there for you”

    I: “Yes Dad I know”

    He: “Do you want something; just tell me I’ll give it to you”

    I: “Yes Dad if I need anything I’ll ask”

    He thought something was wrong at school and I let him think so. I didn’t know how to tell him I was horny for him.

    The coming week my mother was going out of town for some work. Dad and I were all alone and I thought this is the time when I can tell him how I feel. Worse to worse he’d yell. I was ready to take that chance.

    On that Sunday as usual dad said “Son, I’m going to the bar, I’ll be back in a while”

    I knew he’d come back by 2:30pm so I went in his bedroom, shut the blinds, got naked, tucked myself under the blanket and waited for him. I had an inclination that he would be drunk and forget mom isn’t there and probably I could convince him to fuck me.

    Around 2:20pm he entered the room drunk and started undressing himself. He got naked and entered the blanket. He came close and hugged me. I was right he’d forgotten mom was out of town and thought she was in bed. I felt his cock touch my butt crack. He was hard. I was hard. He slowly placed his hands between my legs but realised there was someone else in the bed “What the Fuck?” He said and stormed out of the bed.

    I too got up and said “Dad, it’s just me”

    He: “Son, what are you doing in my bed? Why are you naked?”

    (He too was standing naked in front of me.)

    I: “Dad, I just wanted to be with you”

    He: “Yes, but not like this. We’ll chill in the evening and why are you naked?”

    I moved close to him. His cock was hard. I held his cock in my hand and said “Dad, I want you”

    He was stunned. He understood I was talking about having sex but didn’t know how to react.

    He: “Son, this is wrong.”

    I: “But Dad just this one time. I know you need sex after you drink”

    I: “Please Dad, I want you, I need you, No one needs to know”

    He: “TURN”

    I: “What”

    He: “Turn around”

    I turned.

    He moved closer to me placed his hands on my butt cheeks and said

    “I didn’t know you had developed such a beautiful ass”

    “I do get horny when I’m drunk and either I’ll have to jerk off or I need a hole so Let’s do it”

    I turned back and started kissing him. First, I kissed his hairy chest slowly moving down to his belly through his navel and reached his cock. Then I kneeled on the floor and started sucking his knob.

    “Oh” “Oh That feels so good.” “suck me suck me more” he said.

    I took more and more of his cock and passionately sucked it.

    He let out a loud moan and said: “That’s it, I need to put it in”

    He then picked me in his arms and put me on the bed. He came on top of me and lifted my legs. Then he inserted his finger in my butt, took it out and smelt it. I guess it was his fetish.

    He lubed his cock and my butt and in one go pushed his entire cock deep in me. I grabbed the sheets tight while he moaned “ahh yea” “yea” and started thrusting gently. It initially pained me but within a few seconds I started enjoying him.

    We were hugging each other but I was facing the ceiling and he was facing the bed. I placed my hands on his butt, started pressing his chunk and said “fuck me harder dad, harder.”

    He broke the hug held my thighs and thrusted harder and harder. I held my cock and started jerking off.

    In a few minutes, I was nearly there. I asked him “Are you there yet?”

    He didn’t reply. He was too engrossed. Perhaps because he was high or just too horny. I shot my load on his belly but he didn’t realize it. He had started enjoying me. I continued hugging him and feeling him up till he came. After some time, he yelled “I’m cumming, I’m cumming” and shot his entire load up my ass. He smooched me and laid on his side. Then as usual he went to take a piss, came back and went to sleep while I slept besides him on the same bed.

    I woke up before him and waited in bed for him to wake up. When he woke up He said “Hi”. I put my head on his chest and hugged him and he wrapped his arms around me. We were still naked.

    I: “Dad, I’m gay. I’m sorry I asked this from you but I couldn’t resist. I needed you.”

    He: “I figured that you’re gay, but don’t feel sorry I too enjoyed it. You see your mother cannot take my entire penis in her, it hurts her. I suggested anal but she’s too much of a prude to try. She even refused to suck me. I felt satisfied after a long time.”

    I: “I loved you dad but now I love you even more.”

    I moved my hand from his chest and placed it on his cock. He laughed loudly and said “Do you want to go again?”


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  • Comic Strip Fantasy

    Growing up as a kid, I was mesmerized by Popeye, The Sailor Man. It was a collection of my grandfather’s comic books that I had inherited. It was a ridiculous cartoon strip started in the nineteen-twenties. In it, Popeye, a spinach glugging nerd continuously saves Olive Oyl, his girlfriend, from the advances of a gorgeous butch looking hunk named Bluto. Even as a child, I couldn’t understand why Olive would be distressed by the machinations of the uber-masculine Bluto, with the dark ring of facial hair around his mouth and a lustful look on his face.  For me, Bluto was always the epitome of what a man should look like, and I constantly berated Olive for her stupidity. What annoyed me the most was how the spinach-guzzling twerp, Popeye, always got the upper hand over my hunky hero.

    * * *

    One Saturday morning, I visited my favourite breakfast spot. I always arrived there at eleven because by then, most of the breakfast crowd had dispersed, and I could sit at my preferred table. Secondly, at eleven-thirty, breakfast stopped being served as the lunchtime menus got presented. The service at this place was excellent, and shortly the waiter arrived with a menu. Placing a monthly magazine that I always bought, ‘The Gay Scene’ beside me on the table, I studied the menu as my waiter moved off to fetch my cappuccino.

    Glancing up from the menu, I then saw the embodiment of my comic book fantasy appear before my eyes. The man arriving at the establishment was the embodiment of Bluto. He was huge, hairy, and ultra butch. After he had surveyed the seating area, he moved in my direction to occupy the table next to me. Next, once he sat down at the table facing me, my poor heart began to palpitate as never before when he gave me a friendly smile. The efficient waiter then materialized, and after placing my beverage before me, I informed him that I was not yet ready to order.

    The waiter then handed ‘Bluto’ his menu. After the waiter moved off to collect ‘Bluto’s’ coffee, ‘Bluto’ arose from his chair and stood before my table.

    “Hi, I’m Blayze,” he told me, extending his large hand with thick square fingers.

    “Hi, I’m Paul,” I answered as I shook his hand.

    “Are you a local?” he then inquired.

    “Well… I’ve lived in the area for two years, if that qualifies,” I stated.

    “Cool,” he countered and then asked, “Would you mind if I join you, I’m a newbie and could do with some local info?”

    “Be my guest,” I said, doing everything in my power not to jump up and down with joy.

    When he began to converse, he told me that he had just moved to the area that week. Blayze was thirty-years-old, single, and was a quantity surveyor by profession. As he spoke, he kept glancing at my magazine. When his coffee finally arrived, I informed him of the eleven-thirty routine at the restaurant.   

    “What do you recommend?” he asked.

    Following my suggestion, the waiter left to place our eggs benedict order. As we continued talking, I also got to give him a brief resume of my history. Time flew by, and shortly our waiter arrived with our breakfast. We tucked it at once, savouring the delicious meal.

    As we ate, I saw Blayze continue to glance at my magazine. Finally, gesturing with his eyes at the magazine once more, he asked, “So, are there good bars in the area?”

    With my heart skipping a beat and from his continued stare at the magazine, I presumed that he had meant gay bars. Jumping right in, I then mentioned the two gay bars and the gay club in the area. I also added my opinions of these places and observed him taking it all in with keen interest.

    After my rundown, he asked, “Is there a sauna in the neighbourhood?”

    “Yes,” I replied, “It’s about a ten-minute walk from here.” 

    “I love going to saunas,” he announced, before asking, “Do you go there often?”

    Truthfully, I didn’t. The sauna had a very mixed crowd, but unfortunately, there was a contingent of salacious older men that irritated me at the local sauna. Although they were quite bothersome at times, they never did enough to provoke outright anger. Nevertheless, their constant advances were annoying. Naturally, with the prospect of seeing my comic book hero naked, I kept this information myself.

    “From time to time,” I answered, feeling satisfied with my reply.

    “I’m not crazy about sitting in a sauna room, but I love steam rooms. I can sit in one for ages and just let the sweat pour out of me.” Blayze concluded.    

    By now, we had finished our food, and both ordered another coffee to round things off.

    Blayze then asked me about the sauna’s operating hours. I informed him that they closed on Mondays, open from noon till midnight on Tuesdays to Thursdays, and then open nonstop from noon on Fridays till midnight on Sunday.

    “I’m pleased that I met you and hope that you’ll let me join you in the future for Saturday breakfasts,” Blayze informed me.

    “Anytime,” I assured him, smiling.

    “So, what are your plans for this afternoon?” Blayze then inquired.

    Bingo, I thought, but calmed myself down before replying, “Nothing.” 

    “Well, why don’t we head off to the sauna?” he suggested.

    With my blood rushing through my arteries at the speed of light, I accepted his invitation as casually as my excitement would allow. When we finished our coffees, Blayze insisted on paying the bill as a thank you gesture for all my ‘information.’ We then set off in the direction of the sauna.

    As we walked, my mind worked overtime. Bears were a strange lot, and I often found that they were attracted to their particular genre, happy to bang one other’s big bulky butts. Two weeks before at the bar, a big bear sat next to me, and just as I thought I might get lucky, another bear entered the bar and the two of them hooked up and left. Thus far, friendly as he had been, Blayze had not given me any reason to think that he was sexually interested in me, and I wondered if I would be dispensed with, once my role as a tour guide had come to an end.

    “So, Paul, what kind of men are you interested in?” he asked, out of the blue.

    Throwing caution to the wind and steering clear of over-elaboration, I answered, “Big guys.”

    “Do I fit the bill?” he inquired, with a horny expression on his face and giving me a glimmer of hope.

    “Sure,” I shyly replied, hoping like hell that my dreams weren’t about to get dashed. 

    “Well, Paul, then it appears that we are both in luck. You are exactly the kind of guy that appeals to me,” he retorted, with a lustful look in his eyes. Suddenly, the sauna felt like it was a million miles away.

    After what seemed like an age, we did arrive at our destination. Once we were buzzed in and paid our entrance fee, we found ourselves side by side in the locker room. As we undressed, my excitement escalated. Blayze was the epitome of my lifelong dream, and when his underpants got removed, I almost convulsed with delight at the sight of his thick chunky dick. In my wildest imagination, I could not have envisaged a finer knob for Bluto. A mane of black hair surrounded his cock, which rested on fat and fabulous, massive nuts. I could almost taste the spunk that I knew would explode out of his manly balls.

    “Let’s go have some fun,” he said, as he placed his towel around his meaty hips.

    After a brief tour around the place, Blayze looked at me and said, “Time to get rid of our toxins.”

    We moved toward the steam room and entered, after placing our towels on the rail outside. Upon doing so, I observed my least favourite old guy seated to my left as we got seated.

    ‘Skanky,’ as I had always thought of him in my mind, was sitting in his customary position, with his very long uncut cock hanging over his long floppy nut-sack.  This position, as I had come to know from former visits, was Skanky’s calling card. On the other side of him, there was an attractive young guy showing total disinterest in Skanky was seated.  

    Turning to Blayze, I whispered my dislike for Skanky, based on my previous visits. Blayze’s eyes now lit up at my comment and it was as if there was a weird look in his eyes after my revelation. Blayze then leaned over and began to kiss me. When he did so, I saw the young guy move toward us and kneel before Blayze. As he took Blayze’s dick in his mouth, Skanky also approached and knelt behind the young guy. I was intrigued to see the young guy offer no resistance as Skanky started penetrating his backside.

    When Skanky’s face lit up, his sunken cheeks seemed even more hollow than usual as his ugly mouth hung open. Once Blayze stopped kissing me, we both focussed on the spectacle before us. Blayze then took hold of ‘Youngster’s’ head and began to pull it onto his dick more forcefully. Even though Skanky was not my taste, the scene next to me was sizzyingly hot. Not long after, Blayze lifted Youngster’s head off his knob before politely saying that he didn’t want to cum too quickly. Skanky immediately took control of Youngster’s body. After lifting him, Skanky strong-armed him to the opposite wall where there was no built-in seating. Shortly, as Youngster got wedged up against the wall, Skanky then widened his stance and viciously began to stab Youngster’s arse. The sight was almost comical as Skanky’s long balls swung like a pendulum between his legs.

    It occurred to me that I had never seen Skanky in action. I had avoided him to such an extent, that I had deprived myself of the incredible vision I was beholding. I even began to feel envious of Youngster.

    Blayze soon arose and beckoned me over to the action. After pushing me to my knees behind Skanky, Blayze ordered me to suck on Skanky’s nuts. From the look in Blayze’s eyes, I realized that it was an order and not a request. I immediately knew that a control game was underway and that Blayze was testing me. ‘If you want me, you do as I say,’ was written all over his face.

    I leaned in and did as told. As I licked and sucked, instruction arrived when I heard Blayze ask Skanky if he wanted to swap partners.

    “Fuck yeah,” I heard Skanky reply.

    As my body got shoved up against the wall with Blayze’s hand around the back of my neck. I then heard Blayze command Skanky, “Fuck him, bro.” 

    As Skanky’s cock slithered into me, his mouth rested on my ear. “Finally, I get to fuck you… You stuck-up little bitch.” 

    My mind went into a spin as he fucked me. Stunned as I was by recent events, I had to admit that his dick felt great in my backside. When I began to sigh with pleasure, Skanky hissed, “Now you know what you’ve been missing.”

    Truthfully, he was quite correct. I had always admired his long thick shlong but couldn’t get my head around the idea of allowing him to fuck me. Jammed against the tiles, nevertheless, his cock felt spectacular in my arse, and the variance of pace from him, heavenly. At least, I ruminated; I didn’t have to look at him. 

    With Blayze solidly plugged into Youngster’s backside beside us, I observed two more of the older guys I had always avoided enter the steam room. Shortly, Skanky started grunting as he began unloading into me. “Take my fucking spunk, cum-dump,” he dismissively stated upon doing so. 

    Once Skanky was done, he placed his hand behind my neck, and still pinning me to the wall, asked one of the onlookers, “Do you want to have a go, Charlie?” I couldn’t believe the power in Skanky’s grasp.

    Charlie wasted no time, and instantly I was getting robust fucking from him. All the indifference I had shown to these older men on my former visits had caught up with me, and I was now their official fuck-bunny. Strangely, I began loving it! Charlie had an unbelievably thick and rigid cock. Unlike Skanky, however, his technique was frantic as he agitatedly speared my arse. Thankfully, Charlie lasted a short time, and as he hammered my butt, he became overexcited by his unlikely spate of good luck and started unloading.

    By now I knew that Alfie was up next, having also heard his name mentioned. Alfie also went ballistic. I could feel his dick was smaller than the other two, but Alfie had a far different approach. Alfie was a lot more physical, and when he clamped his fingers onto my tits, I thought he was going to tweak them off my chest. As he hammered my butt, his mouth also bit hard on my ear before he said, “So, Miss Prissy, not so fucking high-and-mighty now, are you?” After a brief pause, he then concluded, “From now on, you’ll know your place.”

    Alfie next went into overdrive, as he continued tweaking and fucking like a maniac, and as I began to yelp, he banged me even more forcefully. After he came, he stepped back and gave my arse an almighty slap. As I turned to look at him afterward, he gave me a devilish grin and a wink. I smiled back.

    Then turning toward Blayze, I saw that he had finished with Youngster. “That was fucking hot,” Blayze proclaimed.

    “Easy for you to say,” I replied as we both smiled. 

    With my tits and arse tingling, Blayze and I arrived at the bar counter shortly after. As we began sipping our beers, I looked at him with an inquiring gaze.

    “What was that all about?” I asked him.

    “Respect,” he answered. “We are all going to get old, and when I heard how dismissive you were about David (Skanky), I thought you needed to learn some manners.”

    I nodded in acknowledgment. Then after a pause, I asked, “So, is that what the visit here today was all about?”

    “Hell no, I’m dying to fuck you!” he responded.  “Let’s go back to your place because you’ve got a serious load of cream for me to churn,” he replied with a horny grin.   

    When we arrived at my home, I asked, “Would you mind if I give you a nickname?”

    Blayze shrugged in a ‘whatever fashion.’

    “So… what’s my nickname going to be?” he asked, intrigued.

    “Bluto,” I answered.

    Real confusion now broke out on his face. As we commenced sipping our beers, I went to my bedroom to retrieve one of my grandfather’s comics. After handing it to him, he began to read it. Within a minute, he looked at me and smiled.

    Blayze was a cream churner of note. I was elated as all my comic strip fantasies got realized. He was also as butch and dominant as I had hoped he would be. An additional bonus was that he also had an incredible libido, and I was continually under ‘attack’ by him.    

    When we became a couple, we continued to visit the sauna once a week. Blayze loved watching me being fucked and was particularly fond of placing me at the disposal of all the older men I had formally shunned. There were times that I hardly walk, or talk, after protracted sessions in the steam room.

    I was no longer as stuck-up as I used to be.


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  • Awakening Of The Futue

    It was a normal day like always, wake up and work, eat, and sleep. Nothing different happened until later that night, I heard a loud growl from underneath me as I laid in bed, I sat up to see what had made such a noise but my bed fell into what seemed to be a sinkhole. I let out a loud yelp before blacking out from terror, waking up what I assumed hours later I was in my room again, but something felt off.

    This wasn’t my house, my house had a window by the bed, there isn’t one here. I get up to look around, very confused and quite terrified of what had happened. My mind was blank and spinning. 

    ‘I had fallen a hole? Was it a dream? Why is my room altered?’

    I asked myself over and over again in my head. I finally got up and got dressed, maybe I should talk to my therapist today and talk about what happened, but here’s a bit about me; My names Shelby, I have a thin trophy built but my height makes up for it, standing at 6’3 and with only fat around my legs I am underweight, mainly because of my inability to eat correctly from my esophagus issues.

    My eyes are dark green and my hair blonde, my skin is pale but I am a mix of Korean, Asian, and caucasian. I never knew my father and my mother put me in an adoption center to grow up in foster homes my whole life.

    Now back to what I was doing. I had gotten dressed in a nice Tee and means, with a pair of shoes I didn’t recognize. Soon I got my bad and walked outside, to my surprise no houses looked like mine or the ones I remember, 

    ‘What’s going on? Is my mind playing tricks on me??’ I ask myself still concerned and confused, I decided to go to where my best friend lived in my old hand-me-down pickup truck. The houses seemed different and rundown, why was this all so strange? 

    Upon arriving I see the house but it looks like someone replaced the paint and moved the windows. My head shakes and I knock on the door, hoping he would have answers to anything going on. The door slowly opened and I saw a male that looked like my friend but, was he.. Covered in fur? Are those claws? What in the hell is going on.

    “Shelby? What happened? Where’s your tail? Your horns..?” Said Jacob in a confused and concerned voice.

    “Tail? Horns..? What the hell, this is a joke right? Take off those fake ears now, it isn’t funny.” I went to grab what I assumed clip-on wolf ears but he quickly grabbed my arm and sniffed it, after a good whiff he stammered back. “Did.. Did you make a deal with a witch? You.. You smell like a human.”

    Jacob remarked in a concerned voice, his hand still tightly on my arm. “What? Witch? What are you talking about Jacob! You make no sense! Why is your house so different?” I had a face of pure confusion and Jacob looked pissed. 

    “Inside, now.” The male pulled me into the house where I almost fall from the sudden force, he shut the door and looked at me with puppy dog eyes. “You’re not Shelby, are you?”

    “Of course I’m Shelby! But I don’t remember you having ears or me having a tail! What is this, some sort of furry convention?” I say, offended my best friend wouldn’t realize I’m me and not some hobo, 

    “Do you know why everything so weird..?” I ask in an actual sincere voice.

    “I think my Shelby traded his life for yours, I think you swapped dimensions or reality with another Shelby.” The male looked at me with a frown.


    This is my first story, sorry it’s short! I’m trying💔

  • Alex & JJ

    Happy Holidays

    Early September Saturday 2:00 p.m.

    “You about ready to go?” Alex hollered down the hall to JJ.

    “Two minutes, I promise” JJ yelled back. “Go ahead; I’ll meet you in the car.”

    Pulling out of the driveway Alex said “First stop I want to make is the warehouse place where we got the office desk. I saw a furniture section I want to check out. If we can’t find anything we like then we’ll come back into downtown.”

    Walking into the warehouse, they made a bee line to the furniture section and started roaming the aisles each going a different way checking out the displays. After an hour they met up to compare notes.

    “Did you find anything that caught your eye?” JJ asked.

    “Nope, not really” Alex replied. “There are a lot of nice pieces here but nothing that stood out to me. Did you find anything?” he asked.

    “As a matter of fact I did” JJ said. “Come with me and let me know what you think.” Heading to the far back corner, JJ stopped in front of a bedroom showcase. “If we’re going into the multiple gray tones I think this set would be really classy for a guest room.”

    Alex looked and his jaw dropped looking at a dresser and chest of drawers in a dark walnut and king size padded black leather headboard framed in the  same dark walnut. “Oh my” Alex inhaled sharply. “That is absolutely gorgeous!” he exclaimed. “I love the dark wood and the black leather is classy, but my perverted brain goes to just a hint of naughty. Can we accessorize with leather chest harnesses and whips? We have the leather dildo harness?” he laughed.

    “You are one sick-o dude Alex Hagen-Tillman, and I think that’s one of the many reasons why I love you” JJ laughed. “Do you really like it or are you being funny and trying not to hurt my feelings because I have bad taste.”

    “Oh god no” Alex responded quickly. “You have impeccable good taste and I really do like this whole furniture set. If we can’t have these pieces, I say we order this entire bedroom set for delivery in about six weeks. I won’t buy the mattress set here though. I want to go back to where I got the extra firm pillow top like our bed. That way if we every have a really big fight and one of us ends up sleeping in the guest room, at least the bed will be the same” he joked giving JJ a jab in the ribs. “Kidding of course” Alex recovered with a kiss to JJ.

    “So the next stop is with Carol for colors and what we want to do with the bathroom?” JJ asked. “Would it help to have some tile and carpet choices or would that be getting ahead of the game before talking to her?”

    Alex pondered for a moment. “I think we should pick out samples of what we like for shower tile, what gray we want for the granite counter top and what we want for glass accent tiles. We ask Carol pick the carpets and paint colors that best coordinate. I’d like to go back to the tile place I used when I did the big kitchen remodel. We can do that on the way home” Alex said.

    Two hours at the tile store yielded samples of slate for the shower and floor, variegated gray glass tile and a chip sample of gray granite. “I think we had an extremely productive afternoon” Alex commented. “I’m a bit tired and definitely hungry and I need to take a shower. I just feel grungy.”

    Pulling into the driveway, JJ suggested “How about you hit the shower while I fix a couple BLT’s. We have potato salad and stuff left over from Ken’s party. After we eat we can either netflix or put in a movie and zonk on the couch. I’m really not in the mood for a big meal or anything heavy.”

    “Score” Alex cheered with a high five. “Nothing sappy for a movie though, either a comedy funny or swashbuckler action adventure.”

    Out of the shower, Alex put on a pair of black silk sleep shorts and padded into the kitchen shirtless and barefoot.

    “Looks like you feel better and looking sexy as hell I might add” JJ commented. “How’s your nipple piercing doing?” he asked.

    “Yup, I’m fresh as a daisy and feeling much better. The piercing is doing great” Alex replied. “In fact, I didn’t put the band-aid thing on today under my shirt and I never really felt anything so it must be doing better.”

    Eating in relative silence, “I think I want to hit the shower, too” JJ finally said.

    “I’ll clean up here, make some popcorn and look for a movie” Alex offered.

    Popcorn in hand Alex sat on the couch surfing through netflix not finding much. JJ came and sat down on the couch wearing only his blue lounge pants. “Here” Alex offered, “lay your head on my lap and I’ll share the popcorn with you.” Complying, JJ stretched out on the couch laying on his back resting his head on Alex’s lap as Alex put the popcorn bowl on JJ’s stomach.

    “See if you can find Benedict Cumberbatch Imitation Game” JJ suggested.

    “Found it” Alex said clicking the play button. As the movie started he took some popcorn for himself then fed some to JJ, alternating like this through the first half of the movie until the popcorn was gone. Setting the bowl aside, Alex let his hand rest on JJ’s chest as he slowly traced his fingers thru the chest hair eventually working his way to JJ’s piercing. “Tender?” he asked as he gently fumbled with the nipple ring.

    “Not at all” JJ whispered. “In fact, in feels pretty darn good. This is what I’ve been waiting for to have you fiddling with it and not hurt. How about for you?” he asked reaching his hand to Alex’s nipple.

    “Not sore at all” Alex replied. “Feels quite erotic, doesn’t it?” he asked continuing to fondle JJ’s piercing.

    “Mmmmmm” was the only response from JJ.

    Alex moved his hand to the center of JJ’s chest gently tugging at the hair covering his pecs working his way down towards the navel and thick treasure trail spending time tweaking the hair at the navel before moving lower.

    “You know what that does to me. Are you trying to start something?” JJ asked.

    “Mmmmaybe” Alex smiled. “Mmmmaybe not. You tell me, is it working?”

    JJ took Alex by the hand and moved it to his groin so he could feel the growing stiffness in his lounge pants.

    “Oh my goodness gracious” Alex feigned surprise. “I fear my husband may be experiencing a wee bit of plumping with his dangly bits” Alex chuckled.

    “Keep that up and you’ll see some plump dangly bits, mister” JJ laughed.

    “How about we take these pajama pants off and see if you can make good on that threat?” Alex dared.

    Without hesitation, JJ lifted his hips stripping off the pants dropping them to the floor. “Fondle away if you dare and see where it gets you” JJ grinned turning his face into Alex’s lap. “But that’s only if I get to see what’s hiding under this black silk” he said reaching for the growing bulge in front of his face. With some effort Alex raised himself off the couch and slid the silk shorts down over his butt giving JJ the opportunity to pull the front waist band down freeing his growing erection. “Oh look” JJ gasped. “I think I have found a rare specimen of a one-eyed wonder worm. I’ve heard that if you tease them enough they get angry and spit at you. Do you know if this is true?” he asked with a chuckle.

    “I only know of one way to find out” Alex replied. “Tease away and see if you can irritate it enough to prove that it can and will spit.”

    “Ahhh, an experiment for the helminthologist” JJ chided. “Me thinks we should take this to the laboratory where I have the necessary equipment to continue. Come with me and bring that worm with you” JJ said getting off of the couch leading Alex by the hand to the bedroom.

    “Hold up” Alex said. “Helmin-whats-a-tist?” he asked.

    “Helminthology” JJ answered. “You know, the study of worms.”

    “Nnnnoooooo I don’t know” Alex smirked. “How in the fucking hell do you even know what that is?”

    “Sophomore year, science, biology, I don’t know, I just know” JJ answered.

    “You are such a nerdy but brilliant surprise sometimes” Alex mumbled.

    Placing Alex in a comfortable position on the bed JJ removed the silk shorts tossing them to the floor. “Now let the ‘worm doctor’ have a closer look” JJ said. “Oh my, this is a most excellent worm. It seems to be a fully developed adult, a bit larger than most, with the protective hood. A side note of no real consequence is there is a sub-species of worm that does not have the hood, but no matter. This one seems to be rather docile. It may take some doing to anger it enough to spit, if indeed it actually can spit.”

    “Just how do you intend to anger this worm?” Alex queried trying not to laugh.

    “There are several different approaches I could take” JJ said. “Let us start with manual irritation. If that fails I will continue with other methods as they come to mind hoping for a positive reaction. Shall we begin?” JJ asked.

    “Oh yes, please” Alex confirmed. “Anger away doctor helmi-whos-it.” Alex said.

    Taking Alex’s boner in his hand, JJ began slowly jacking it with long full strokes fully covering the head of his dick with the foreskin on the up-strokes then slowly pulling the foreskin back on the down-strokes to the pubes all the while keeping eye contact checking for a reaction. After several minutes and no signs of increased ‘irritation’ JJ moved closer first kissing the balls licking and drawing them into his mouth as he continued to manipulate the erection. After several minutes and still absent of any adverse reaction, JJ licked up the length of the shaft gripping the foreskin tugging on it with his lips. Slowly he retracted the foreskin licking the head of the cock with the roughness of his tongue until the head of Alex’s dick was fully exposed. Taking the head fully into his mouth he swallowed the entire shaft until his nose nestled in the pubic bush. Gripping the balls with one hand, JJ moved his mouth up and down on the shaft kissing the head of the cock then again swallowing the entire length into the back of his throat repeatedly. “Anything?” JJ finally asked.

    “You have certainly captured the worm’s attention, but in truth it actually seems to be more of a comfort than an aggravation” Alex admitted.

    “Hmmm” JJ pondered. “This is a puzzlement. Maybe I should try more of an indirect passive aggressive approach” he said. “Raise your legs and hold them up” JJ instructed. Alex complied, grasping his wrists, locking his arms under his legs to better hold them up. With Alex in this new position, with his left hand JJ maintained a grip on the erect cock as he started kissing the balls. Working his way down he nuzzled and kissed the taint before continuing licking his way through the cleft between the butt cheeks until his tongue touched the puckered sphincter eliciting a subtle gasp from Alex. Pulling the butt cheeks apart, JJ licked and darted his tongue into the pucker as best he could. With the ass pucker now wet with spit, using the middle finger of his right hand JJ toyed at the sphincter rubbing and poking at it eventually putting enough pressure at the center of the pucker to push his finger past the sphincter into the inner warmth of Alex’s rectum. Inserting his finger to its full length, JJ felt the cock flex in his hand as he found the ‘P’ spot making Alex twitch with an audible grunt. “Bingo” JJ whispered to himself. “How about now, anything?”

    “Uhhh yup you betcha by golly, wow. You now have the full and undivided attention of my worm” Alex confirmed.

    “Now we’re getting somewhere” JJ mused. “I think we’re on to something here. Let’s ramp this up a bit” JJ said reaching for the bottle of lube on the nightstand. Putting a small drizzle of lube on the sphincter, JJ re-entered using two fingers this time. “And how about now?” JJ asked.

    “Oh yea” Alex mewled. “Can we see what happens with three fingers?”

    JJ again re-entered Alex this time with the three fingers working them in and out with a twisting motion. “Better?” JJ asked. “I can feel with my hand and the presence of some leakage that your worm is becoming a bit agitated.”

    “For certain” Alex agreed, “but do you have anything bigger or longer that you could possible use? I think that is possibly what may be necessary to totally antagonize my worm.”

    “Well yes, as a matter of fact there is something” JJ replied. “However it will require you to change positions. You will need to turn over and kneel with your head down on a pillow. Can you do that for me?” he asked. Without saying a word, Alex quickly turned himself over. Kneeling he rested his head on a pillow as requested. “Excellent” JJ said. “Now simply hold that position and when I tell you, take a deep breath and hold it.” JJ quickly lubed his dick which was rapidly growing erect in anticipation of his next move. “Okay, deep breath and hold” JJ instructed. As Alex held  his breath, JJ pulled the foreskin back while positioning the head of his dick at the puckered hole before him. With one smooth continuous thrust he effortlessly pushed through the tight sphincter entering the warm depths of Alex’s fuck hole. Leaning forward pressing the full length of his torso to Alex’s back he put a trail of kisses across his shoulders and on his neck. With a lick and a nibble on the ear lobe JJ whispered into his ear. “Okay my love, role-play is over. Now it’s time for us to have some great sex. Just so you know, when we are in bed together and I am your bottom, the way you make love to me makes my heart soar and I feel so special. This time I have the good fortune to be the top for you, the best bottom ever. I love you so much Alex Hagen-Tillman.” Staying on Alex’s back, JJ slowly pulled his cock out to the tip then slowly stroked back in giving Alex the full length of his dick. Reaching underneath, JJ’s hands caressed Alex on his chest feeling the strength of his pecs as he fell into a slow passionate rhythm long stroking his cock deep into Alex’s insides. “On my god it feels so good when I get to fuck you this way” JJ purred. “Your ass is so amazing on my cock. This is what I look forward to when I get to make love to you” JJ said nuzzling his face to Alex’s cheek. “Am I doing you right?” he asked.

    “More than right” Alex whimpered. “You have no idea how good you make we feel when you take me like this. I love it when you go slow and you take the time to let me feel all of you inside of me. Good sex doesn’t always have to be a pounding. This feels so amazing. I love you.”

    “I think I may be getting close. I want you to turn over. I want you on your back so I can see you face to face when I cum inside you” JJ said. Alex quickly flipped over on his back, wrapping his legs around JJ locking his ankles together on JJ’s back as he pushed his hard cock back into Alex. “Oh hell yes” JJ purred feeling Alex with his legs on his back pulling him in tighter. JJ mumbled through his kissing Alex, “I like it like this, you on your back so I can look at you when I go deep while we are fucking. O-oh” JJ said with a bit of surprise in his voice. “I think I’m in trouble here. I’m going to cum and I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to hold off. Nope, gonna cum!” JJ cried out. “Oh yes, gonna cum like right now. Here it is, it’s gonna blow” JJ yelled in a gibberish scream as his climax hit full force. Ramming his dick in as deep as possible he froze in place as he shot wad after wad of his seed into Alex. Collapsing, JJ gasped for breath. “Dear god in heaven” he huffed. “See what you do to me? This is why I am so in love with you.” As his orgasm waned, JJ pulled free from the grip Alex’s hole had on his cock. Starting at the nipples, JJ kissed across the chest working his way down over the abs to his pubes stopping at the base of Alex’s  erect cock. “Now I’m going to finish you off. I’m going to suck this dick and swallow this perfect part of you over and over until I taste your cum” JJ said. Spreading his legs apart grasping Alex’s hardness JJ began his assault kissing the taint, gently gnawing at it dragging his teeth over it but not quite biting. Working his way up, JJ continued his jacking of the erection as he licked the nut sack alternately drawing them into his mouth, stretching them out until they popped free off his oral grip causing Alex to mewl softly as he gripped at the bed sheet. Dragging his tongue up the length of the erection JJ danced his tongue around the head and frenulum before taking the entire shaft into his mouth to the back of his throat until his face was buried in the bush of pubes. JJ held there for a moment then slowly withdrew to the tip. Again and again, he swallowed, held, withdrew until Alex now writhing in a sexual frenzy could no longer hold out. Unable to speak his orgasm over-took him. He was cumming. The ‘worm’ was spitting uncontrollably spewing twelve ejections of man-nectar. Unable to contain it all, JJ had to let some of the seminal prize dribble out collecting in the pubes. Sliding himself up JJ tenderly held Alex’s face as he kissed him, his tongue pushing Alex’s lips apart to share the reward of his orgasm. Lying on top, JJ could feel the beating heart of his now spent lover. In silence JJ nestled his chin and face against Alex, gently stroking his hair listening as Alex relaxed and his breathing slowed.

    After what seemed like minutes of silence, Alex finally spoke. “Oh my god” was all he said rubbing his hands on JJ’s back. “Oh my god” he repeated. Raising his head, JJ looked at Alex. They kissed, tongues frantically dueling still tasting the remains of Alex’s release. “I feel we have successfully proven when properly motivated a one-eyed wonder worm will indeed spit” Alex laughed.

    “You do know just how amazing and sexy you are, right?” JJ asked caressing Alex’s chest and fumbling with his nipple ring.

    “So I have been told” Alex replied. “And the same should be said of you.”

    “Join me in the shower” JJ suggested, getting off of the bed urging Alex to come with him. “I am quite sticky and sweaty and knowing how much of me is now inside of you, if we don’t get you cleaned up you’ll be leaking all night.”

    Showered and dry, they climbed into bed laying side by side holding hands looking at each other. “I love you” Alex said breaking the silence. “I love you to infinity and beyond as Buzz Lightyear would say.”

    “You’re so goofy” JJ snickered. “Spoon with me you sexy hunk of husband.” Snuggled tightly together, sleep quickly came as they drifted into the night.

    Sunday 9:30 a.m.

    JJ slowly woke and stealthily crawled out of bed so as not to disturb Alex. Retrieving his lounge pants from the living room floor, he headed to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. Soon after, Alex came shuffling into the kitchen heading for the coffee pot. “Good morning, and how’s the most lovable worm doing this morning?” JJ asked with a wink and a grin.

    Smiling at his joke, Alex replied, “Your most lovable worm, as you so eloquently put it, is quite well, thank you, especially after what you did to me last night.”

    “You were pretty amazing, or rather we were pretty amazing” JJ praised. “Do we have plans today or am I up to my own vices?” JJ asked.

    “On your own until four o’clock” Alex answered. “I called Carol and she’s coming by to talk to us about the guest room and bathroom plans.”

    “Wow, not wasting any time here are we” JJ said sounding a bit surprised.

    “I just want to get things moving. In my building and contract experience you add at least two or three weeks to your projected time schedule” Alex said. “Carol is totally pumped to have a side project. Evidently she’s not staying busy enough at the office.” Alex chuckled.

    “Super” JJ said. “So would it be okay if I took the Beemer and ran errands today?” he asked. “Promise to be back by four.”

    “No problem here” Alex said. “Anything sneaky or clandestine?” he asked.

    “God no” JJ retorted. “I need to stop by my office for some research reports, I need some new clothes, pants and shirts, and I have the grocery list” he said.

    “Sounds about as exciting as my day” Alex said. “I’ll be in the office filing updates on closed projects and working specs for the new bids.”

    “Well then I’m outta here” JJ said putting his dishes in the sink. “I promise to be home in time to meet with Carol.” With a kiss to Alex he was out the door.

    Sunday 3:30 p.m.

    JJ came through the door with several department store bags. “Hey Alex” he hollered. “If you’re not busy, can you help with the groceries?” he asked.

    “No need to yell. I’m right here” Alex said popping around the corner from the dining room. “And yes, I would be happy to help with the groceries. I always appreciate it when you do the shopping. You know going to the grocery store is one of my least favorite chores.”

    “Yes, I am well aware of your diversion to grocery stores” JJ snickered. “So are you all organized and ready for Carol?”

    “Are you mocking me?” Alex asked trying to act insulted.

    “Not at all” JJ said “but I bet if I went into the dining room right now you have all of the samples from yesterday neatly laid out with a list of questions to ask and your laptop or at least a note pad at the ready to take notes on what we discuss and decisions we make.”

    “You ARE making fun of me” Alex protested.

    “Again, no” JJ asserted, “but I know how organized and detailed you are. You have learned that out of necessity with your contractor company. I should probably pay closer attention and learn from you so I could be better at my job” JJ said scrambling for a way to compliment Alex.

    The door bell rang. “Saved by the proverbial bell” JJ laughed giving Alex a kiss and reassuring hug. Opening the door he greeted Carol. “Hi there special friend” JJ said. “We’re all set up for you at the dining room table.”

    “Ooooh this looks interesting” Carol commented with some relish in her voice. “So what do we have here?”

    Alex took the lead. “We are moving the office to the middle room and putting the guest bedroom up front. We’re going to do a complete overhaul on the Jack and Jill bathroom, too, so let’s start with the office space. The overall color scheme for all three rooms will be gray tones. So what is your first impression of what to do for the office?” Alex asked.

    “My brain is spinning” Carol stalled. “Your office desk is a dark mahogany. If this is an office your task chairs are castered and roll. My first choice would be hardwood flooring in the same dark mahogany. Task chairs don’t roll nicely on carpet and you don’t need the cushy comfort of carpet in there anyway. If you need anything, we can put an area rug in the center of the room. As to the grays what gives great eye appeal is to have one primary wall a dark color with the other walls lighter. It tricks the eye into making the room look larger than it really is. The desk should be at the dark wall. Now for art and accessories” Carol continued. “I was at a gallery last month and saw this awesome Seattle skyline picture in black and white. It’s huge, like seven feet by three feet which would look incredible on one of the long walls. We can come up with something else later for the other wall or walls. You have the room, so think about maybe a dark leather hide-a-bed couch in there. That would give you a comfy reading spot and an extra emergency bedroom.”

    “I like that” Alex thoughtfully pondered. “JJ what do you think” he asked.

    Holding his hands up JJ answered “Don’t ask me. I am essentially brain dead and color blind when you’re talking design stuff. If you like it I say go for it.”

    “Moving on to the bathroom” Carol segued. “This group is the bathroom choices, right?” she asked picking up the tile samples.

    “Yes” Alex confirmed. “The bathroom remodel is going to be quite extensive. Plans are for a walk-in shower and a double sink vanity. We were thinking the slate for the shower and the floor with the glass tile as a backsplash against the granite counter top. What do you think? Are we nuts?” Alex asked.

    “Not nuts at all” Carol encouraged. “You two are showing me some brilliant choices in color and design. For vanity, the tile backsplash should be four to six inches high and please, please keep the sinks and toilet white. Colored fixtures go out of date immediately. White is forever. As for mirrors, this would be your choice to have individual mirrors over each sink or one large mirror on that wall. I have some thoughts on the shower. What would look really classy and tie both side of the room together would be to have a glass tile band on the shower walls at eye level the same size as the backsplash. Also, you can put recessed niches in the walls. As many and anywhere you like. You always need places to put the bars of soap, the shampoo bottles, etcetera. Because you have so much dark slate, I think what walls are exposed should be a light misty gray something along the lines of London fog or like one of our Washington super foggy winter mornings. I would suggest a satin finish. Just be sure it is an enamel paint because of the steam and high moisture that happens in a bathroom. On to guest room” Carol said. “This will probably take a bit more discussion. I don’t see anything here for that room” she noticed.

    “Not yet” JJ said reaching for his phone. “We have pictures of the furniture we have on order” he said searching on his phone. “Here it is. Five pieces in a really dark walnut. A chest of drawers, mirrored dresser, two nightstands and king size headboard padded with black leather.”

    “Interesting” Carol said almost absent mindedly. “So is the black leather some kind of subliminal message with you guys?” she slyly asked winking at Alex.

    “What is it with you two and black leather” JJ asked sounding a bit irritated.

    “Easy there tiger” Carol snickered. “It’s a running stereotype joke about gay guys having a leather fetish. It’s humor there, big guy. No malice intended. It’s almost too easy to wind you up. It takes all the sport out of it” Carol giggled.

    “A-ha, now I get it” JJ said to himself. “Evidently I’m not as gay as I thought. The whole leather fetish thing totally escaped my thought process.”

    “Here we go” Carol warned. “Just like the office, one wall being a dark accent wall, probably the headboard wall and a lighter gray for the rest of the room. Obviously you will put carpet in here. Suggest a medium gray. Too light and it will show a dirt path. Too dark and every bit of fuzz will show up. A medium pewter-ish gray would be ideal. To keep it simple you can use the same dark and light colors for both the office and guest rooms as they are two separate areas. You won’t notice because you won’t be in the guest room a lot and visiting guests won’t be in your office. I think blue would be a classy color to compliment the walnut furniture and the grays. What about using the full range of a blue palette for accent colors here?” she asked.

    “Like what you did for our wedding?” JJ asked.

    “Nice save there, slick” Carol teased with a poke at JJ’s ribs. “And you telling me you are color blind when it comes to room design.” JJ blushed at Carols’ back-handed compliment. “I saw the perfect piece at the art gallery. It’s a large four by four of abstract black ravens on a royal blue background titled ‘Les Oiseaux’. It’s a copy from the French artist Georges Braque which means nothing to you but in Europe he is every bit as famous as Picasso.

    “Jesus friggin christ” Alex scoffed. “First the helminthology thing from JJ and now you with this French artist guy, and you know this how?” Alex asked.

    “Art history in college, I needed to pad my credit hours and art history sounded interesting” Carol answered. “JJ are you a worm guy?” she asked.

    “Holy shit” Alex roared slapping the table. “There is no way on this earth that you knew what that was. Did you two set this up to make me feel stupid?”

    “Hell no” Carol protested. “It was college biology, sophomore year I think.”

    “Well just fuck me all to hell” Alex moaned. “I must be a total vapid moron.” Carol and JJ looked at each with a blank stare and shrugged.

    “Are we done here?” Alex asked still sounding perturbed.

    “I think we are” Carol replied. “I’ll get back to you a.s.a.p. with what I think would be good colors. I know you, Alex, you’ll want to get on this like yesterday, am I right?”

    JJ covered his mouth to stifle a snicker and shot a high five to Carol.

    “Okay, that’s it, I’ve taken enough crap from you two. Away with both of you” Alex faked his anger motioning as if to sweep them out of the room.

    Closing the door behind Carol’s exit, JJ turned to Alex. “Now that was just too, too funny” he chuckled. “Who would have thought she knew what that was? Honest, hand to god, that was not a set-up at your expense” JJ pleaded. “But it was funny as all hell. It’s a rare thing to see you get tagged like that. Oh come here my little worm, let daddy give you a hug and a kiss to make it all better.”

    “Fuck you!” Alex pouted accepting the hug and a kiss from JJ.

    (Fast forward: True to form, Alex got started on the remodeling project right away. Jacob and Aaron got the old furniture out of the guest room. Alex pulled in two of his crew teams. One crew went to work on the office space reconfiguring the closet space to the bathroom side, laying a mahogany floor and painting the walls. As soon as that was done, Alex and JJ moved the office into that room so the crew could pull up the carpet in what would be the new guest room. Meanwhile the second crew had completely gutted the adjoining bathroom finishing the project with the new shower, granite counter and custom tile work in less than four weeks. The new carpet was installed and the furniture was delivered on schedule. Carol came in with the art pieces and additional accent accessories. The entire remodel of office, bathroom and guest room was finished in less than six weeks.

    Thanks Giving was a collection of what JJ referred to as ‘holiday orphans’ They invited Carol and a plus one. They personally called Jacob, Aaron and the other six guys to see if any of the gang of eight friends were stuck in town with nowhere to go. Thanks Giving day at the Hagen-Tillman home was Carol and her date, a very nice guy she had been dating for the past few months. Out of the gang of eight it was Jacob, Aaron, Scotty, David and Adrian accepting the invite. The table was a veritable feast. JJ had taken over the kitchen roasting a seventeen pound turkey to perfection. The table was complete with mashed potatoes, gravy, dressing, two types of cranberries, dinner rolls, a cheese broccoli casserole, three kinds of pie and ice cream. Leftovers went home in to-go bags with the college boys. Needless to say, nobody left hungry.)

    December 18th, 9:30 a.m. (three days before Steven and Ryan arrive)

    Standing in the shower, Alex was carefully shaving his scrotum and shaft of his penis before turning his attention to shave under his arms, something he would not normally do but he remembered a comment Steven had made about Ryan liking shaved arm pits. ‘Just thinking ahead, or secretly hoping’ Alex thought to himself as he rinsed off and stepped out of the shower to dry off. Putting on a clean pair of jeans and a sweat shirt he went to look for JJ. They had a lot to do today before Steven and Ryan arrived in three days.

    Alex called out, “Hey JJ, where are you?”

    “In the office Worm, almost done. I’ll be out in two” JJ called back.

    (Ever since that night of silly role play and intense sex, Worm stuck as a nickname JJ used as a term of extreme adoration and endearment.)

    “Okay, I’m here, ready willing and able” JJ announced bouncing into the kitchen. “I know we have a lot to accomplish so where do we start?” JJ asked.

    “Here’s what we need to take care of today, and not necessarily in this order” Alex added. “Ornaments for the exchange, presents for each of them and finally borrow the truck from your friend Tyler and get the tree so it will have time to open up and be ready to decorate.”

    “Let’s do the ornaments first” JJ suggested. “You said you knew a specialty boutique, so that should be our first stop. Then we can hit the mall and go on the hunt for their presents. You got any ideas for that?” JJ asked.

    “Not a clue” Alex confessed. “Something will come to mind though, I’m sure.”

    “You are kidding, right?” JJ acted astounded. “You, Mister ‘I got it all figured out’ is stumped for what to do?” he teased.

    “Oh shut up” Alex barked poking a finger at JJ.

    “Well I have some fantastic ideas” JJ said. “Keeping in mind it is Belize so they don’t need winter coats, but it can get chilly at night or when Steven is jetting around in Betty so I was thinking a light windbreaker type jacket. A Seahawks logo wouldn’t mean anything to them but maybe a Washington or Seattle logo. Then I thought of maybe the pajama set but I remember Steven saying he sleeps in the buff so am betting Ryan does too so the pajama thing is out. However, a pair of lounge pants like maybe the athletic warm up pants could work, being comfy and sexy, easy access if you know what I mean, but it’s not pajamas. Then I thought of maybe a shower wrap and slippers for when they get out of the shower and aren’t in a rush or don’t want to get dressed right away. What about those suggestions?” JJ asked.

    “Wow, you have really thought this thru, haven’t you?” Alex said somewhat amazed. “I like any or all of those ideas. Do you think it would be too much or overkill if we did all of those?” he asked.

    “So what if it is” JJ scoffed. “This is fucking Christmas, dude. It’s almost required to go overboard with this kind of shit. Besides, this is Steven we’re talking about. And I’m willing to bet my next paycheck that this Ryan guy is just as special and awesome as Steven who doesn’t strike me as someone to suffer with fools. If you don’t got the chops, Steven don’t got the time to put up with you. Bad grammar, I know, but I’m making a point here” JJ laughed. “Or, Ooooh oooooh, killer idea. We go to Castle and get them each a flesh-jack.”

    “Are you fucking crazy?” Alex looked at him in disbelief. “You don’t give someone something as personal as a flesh-jack and especially not as a Christmas present. Are you serious?” Alex said in a chastising tone.

    “Nnnnnnoooo” JJ said recoiling. “Well, okay maybe just a wee bit serious. Can you imagine the look on their faces as they unwrap a flesh-jack on Christmas morning? C’mon, you know that would be funny” JJ mused.

    “You are a sick, sick human being, Jackson” Alex said breaking into a grin. “Hell yes it would be funny, but we’re not going to do it.”

    “Okay, fine, Mr. Buzz-kill” JJ pouted as they drove to the ornament boutique.

    Coming out of the boutique shop JJ took the ornaments out of the bag. “Yup, I think they will like these” he said admiring the brass image of the space needle and the brass outline of the Seattle skyline. Memory ornament” JJ said. “I know this is something I would appreciate if I were traveling for the holidays.”

    “I’m glad you spotted those” Alex agreed. “I think we made a good choice. Next stop is to fight the god awful crowd at the mall. I’d almost rather take a beating than deal with that but we do what we gotta do. Tell me it will be worth it. I need that encouragement about now” Alex said.

    “Hey, this is for Steven remember, and Ryan so suck it up” JJ admonished with a grin. “You know damn good and well it will be worth it so just drive” JJ said.

    “Unbelievable” Alex said pulling into a parking spot within a hundred feet of the mall entrance. “The shopping gods are watching out for us today. REI sporting goods first for the warm up pants, then to Macy’s for the jackets, slippers and shower wraps” Alex suggested.

    “Hey hey hey” JJ said pulling a pair of warm up pants from the rack. “We got the name brands here, Nike, Adidas, Champion, and they are on sale. I think this black Nike is sexy as hell and the red Adidas are nice, too” JJ offered. “Steven is our size, right, cuz when he took us to that fancy restaurant he wore our stuff. Do you suppose Ryan is smaller than Steven?” JJ wondered. “If we take a medium, I’m betting Ryan takes a small according to what Steven was telling us. Or do we get a medium and let him tie the draw string tighter? Or does it really matter” JJ pondered. “I mean really, seeing a hot guy in these red Adidas….. how long do you think it will take to get him out of these?”

    “JJ, you’re doing that pervert stalker predator thing again” Alex laughed. “I say we get mediums for both, cuz you are probably right. They won’t stay on for very long. I want to check for windbreaker jackets while we’re here” Alex said as he strolled off. “Hey JJ” Alex called out. “Over here. I think I found something. Come look at these.”

    “Whoa, I like the look” JJ commented. “Not a Seattle or Washington logo but a nice jacket all the same. What is that, REI, Columbia or North Face, N W Summit?” JJ asked.

    “Don’t know and don’t care” Alex said. “These are just cool looking jackets. What do you say one hunter green and one navy blue?” Alex suggested.

    “Bingo” JJ agreed. “So warm up pants, black Nike, red Adidas, and two jackets in green and navy. Score!” JJ cheered. “Let’s hit Macy’s and then get the hell outta Dodge” JJ said.

    Standing in the men’s section Alex and JJ were both in a quandary looking at slippers. “Okay, slip on mule sliders or moccasins?” JJ asked.

    “I don’t know” Alex said sounding confused. “I never thought about it but this is actually quite a personal preference choice to make for slippers.”

    “Ya know what” JJ interjected. “I say screw the slippers. We get the shower wraps and call it good. I mean look, we got ornaments, we got jackets, we got warm up pants. That’s enough. We’re forgetting that we got those four prime seats at Benaroya for Nutcracker. I think we’re good” JJ said.

    “Oh thank god, at last a voice of reason and common sense” Alex sighed. “I saw the shower wraps over on the other side, follow me. Here we are, so the choices are white, gray, or royal blue. Your thoughts?” Alex asked.

    “Easy peasy” JJ said. “White and royal blue. Done, done and done now let’s pay the man and get the hell home. I’ve had my fill of shopping and crowds.”

    As they got into the car Alex checked the time. “One o’clock. I’m starving. Feel like a steak?” Alex asked. “The Corral Steak House is on the way home and we have time before we need to get the truck and go to the tree lot.”

    “Corral sounds perfect” JJ said. “In the mood for a massive t-bone and I can call Tyler to see if we can borrow the truck sooner rather than later.”

    JJ made the phone call while Alex paid the tab. Walking to the car JJ told Alex, “Tyler said we can get the truck any time. He lives in the U. district about five minutes from our house so at least it’s convenient. I say we go now.”

    “Good plan” Alex said tossing the keys to JJ. “You drive since you know where Tyler lives.” Merging into the freeway traffic Alex asked, “So what do we want for our tree? Your family tradition is the noble and the Christmas trees I had as a kid were the thick bushy douglas, so what are we going to do?”

    Reaching over taking Alex’s hand in his, JJ said “Okay Worm, if you’re trying to lure me into a pissing contest I will tell you right now, it’s not going to work. I honestly don’t care enough about what our tree is to get in a snit. However, having said that, there could be a very amenable compromise to where we alternate. One year we get the bushy tree that you grew up with and the next year is a noble but bottom line for me is it will still be Christmas no matter what the friggin tree looks like. The choice of a tree is not the point of Christmas.”

    “Well I guess that really puts it in perspective” Alex commented giving JJ;s hand a squeeze. “You’re right, of course. A tree is a tree so when we get to the tree place you look at nobles and I will look and bushy trees and we can decide when we see what we find, okay?” Alex asked.

    “Sounds great” JJ said. “And this is our exit already so here we go.”

    They quickly swapped vehicles and soon they were at the tree lot. After half an hour of searching Alex and JJ each had a tree that they liked.

    “What’s your verdict on this one?” Alex asked holding up a seven foot douglas.

    “Nice looking tree” JJ affirmed. “Not too tall, nice and full, would look great when decorated and fit nicely in the corner of the living room. Now, what do you think of this noble?” JJ asked holding up a six foot tree.

    “Honest answer here without judgment, right?” Alex asked. JJ nodded. “To me when I look at that I see a Charlie Brown tree. It looks anemic, not what a Christmas tree should look like. Sorry hubby, but you wanted an honest answer” Alex cautiously said.

    “And the honest answer is what I got” JJ said. “Thank you, and looking at your choice, I must concede that you are correct” JJ humbly acknowledged. “That will make a much nicer looking three than this. How did you put it, an anemic excuse of a Charlie Brown tree?” JJ laughed. “I think we have just established the first of many Christmas traditions as a married couple.”

    “Not to be a piss-pot” Alex corrected, “this will be our second tradition. The first was because we get what we want as we need during the year, the only thing we give each other for Christmas is an ornament exchange that will commemorate something significant from that year. Over time that will be the on-going theme of our tree. A history of our lives together in ornaments.

    “You are right again” JJ agreed as he loaded the tree in the truck. “We’ll drop off the tree and I will take the truck back to Tyler. You don’t need to go with for that unless you just want to.”

    “Pass” Alex said. “I need go into the garage attic and find the tree stand, the boxes of tree lights and decorations so we can decide what we want to use. Then I can start wrapping the gifts for Steven and Ryan. Did you have any Christmas stuff at your folks’ place that you wanted to get?” Alex asked.

    “I thought I did, but that would be a ‘no’ from my mother. She is hording anything and everything Christmas and won’t let any of it go” JJ lamented.

    Alex took the shopping bags into the house as JJ unloaded the tree. “Back in fifteen” JJ hollered to Alex.

    The remainder of the day was uneventful. They put the tree in the stand and left it outside to relax and let the branches fill out. After supper Alex wrapped the presents at the kitchen table with JJ’s help. They sorted the boxes checking the lights to make sure they actually lit up and culled through the boxes of ball ornaments, garlands, and a hodgepodge of miscellaneous ornaments. After four Jack and cokes each they called it a day and crawled into bed.

    December 21st Steven and Ryan arrive

    “What ya doing, Worm?” JJ called from the office.

    “Just double checking the guest room and bathroom to make sure everything is ready for Steven and Ryan” he answered.

    ‘Of course you are, I would expect nothing less’ JJ smiled to himself. “It’s noon thirty now. What time do we need to be at SeaTac?” JJ asked.

    “They are suppose to land at two o’clock, so if we leave around one thirty that should be about right by the time they get through baggage claim. I booked them on United because that was the most direct flight. Eight hours from Belize to Seattle with a brief stop at DFW. Not a plane change, just a stop. We can park at the cell phone lot. Steven has by cell number and will call when they are at baggage claim.”

    “I know this is a dumb question” JJ said “but you have the tree decorations set out and all organized ready to go, right?”

    “Yes” Alex replied stepping into the office where JJ was working. “I do indeed have the decorations organized and yes that was a dumb question, smart-ass” Alex said. “Would you make me a sandwich while I take a quick shower?” Alex asked taking his tee shirt off pulling it up over his head.

    “I can do that” JJ said looking up from his computer. “Hold on” he said. “Raise your arms again.” Raising his arms, JJ stared at him with a sly grin. “You little horn-dog” JJ mused. “You shaved your pits, didn’t you?” he asked. “You shaved for Ryan in case things get interesting and fun didn’t you?” JJ asked again. “Well guess what?” he said lifting his own tee shirt showing his cleanly shaved arm pits. “So did I” causing them both to break into laughter. “Too funny” JJ said “Just too funny. You hit the shower, I’ll fix the sandwiches.”

    Alex came into the kitchen sharply dressed in tan cargo pants, black polo shirt and black sneakers. “Good enough to welcome our guests?” Alex asked turning around for JJ’s approval.

    “Very nice” JJ cooed. “Good enough to eat, if only we had that much time?”

    “You want to shower before we go?” Alex asked. “You have enough time.”

    “Nope” JJ replied. “I showered while you were busy in the living room. All I need to do is change clothes and I’ll be ready to go. Thinking my new 501s, the blue argyle v-neck sweater and chuckas, yes?” JJ queried.

    “Very much yes” Alex answered. “Your butt in 501s and a v-neck showing the tufts of that manly chest hair gets me revved up.” Alex grinned.

    Pulling into the cell phone parking lot, JJ parked and killed the engine. “So now we wait” he said. “Time check?”

    “Two o five” Alex responded. “Steven has my number so when he calls I’ll have him go up to the less congested departure level.” No sooner than he said that, Alex’s phone rang. “It’s Steven. Here we go” he said as he answered the call. “Hey Steven” Alex spoke trying to mask his enthusiasm. “Right, just go up one level and exit at one of the United doors. We’re in a black Jeep Cherokee. We are leaving the cell phone lot now so should be out front in five. Okay, see you shortly” he said disconnecting the call. Merging into the departure lane, JJ slowed looking for the United entrance. “There he is” Alex pointed. “Oh dear god in heaven, could that be Ryan?” Alex gasped. “Ryan is in his late twenties, right? That guy looks like he could be nineteen.”

    “If that’s not Ryan” JJ said, “Steven is holding hands with a total stranger.”

    “That is one tight little package of fuckable hotness” Alex gushed.

    “Down boy” JJ cautioned. “Do I need to put you on a leash or are you going to behave? But if that is Ryan, I am suddenly extremely envious of Steven” JJ said.

    Pulling up to the curb, they both scrambled as if in a race against each other. Alex ran up to Steven giving him a bear hug. “Oh my god it is so good to see you again” Alex fawned.

    JJ coming up right behind Alex also hugged Steven tightly saying “Dear god it’s good to have you here. It’s great to see you again. You are looking good.”

    “Thanks guys” Steven said a bit overwhelmed with the enthusiasm. “Guys, I would like you to meet Ryan. Ryan Lewis, this is JJ and Alex.”

    “It is wonderful to finally meet you” Ryan said with an awkward gesture not knowing if he should shake hands or hug. Alex solved that quandary by pulling Ryan into a welcoming hug. JJ followed suit with a gentle friendly hug.

    “Good flight?” JJ asked. “Did United treat you well?”

    “Yes” Ryan and Steven answered at the same time, then laughed. Steven continued, “Yes, it was a good flight. A quick thirty minute layover in Dallas and now we’re here. Ryan and I both appreciate you guys for making this possible. Thank you so much.”.

    “Absolutely our pleasure” JJ countered. “Now, let’s get your bags in the car and get to the house. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

    “Oh indeed we do” Steven commented with a tone of foreboding. “There have been a lot of significant changes for us since you were there.”

    “That sounds a bit ominous” Alex commented with a raised eyebrow.

    Ryan interjected, “Yes, you might think so” he said “but sometimes what looks like a dark valley of sadness and pain is actually a path to liberation” he said.

    “He’s speaking in riddles” Steven said somewhat amused. “It will all make sense later when we’ve had a chance to give you the whole story. Meanwhile this is one nice ride. It has that new car smell. Who’s Cherokee is this?” he asked.

    “It is new” Alex replied. “I have a BMW i8 that was mine but five months ago became ours but it’s only a two-seater. JJ had a twelve year old beater and now that he’s done with his doctorate and gainfully employed he thought it was time to upgrade. He wanted something 4×4. He’s paying for it so the final decision was his, but we think of it as ours. That’s how our marriage works.”

    Pulling into the driveway JJ announced “And we are home.” Taking their luggage, they entered through the patio door. “Let’s leave your bags here for right now while we give you the quick tour” JJ suggested. “Obviously this is the kitchen and dinette. Around the corner is the living room and dining room.” Heading down the hall he continued “This side is laundry washer dryer and a powder room for guests when we entertain. Our master bedroom is here at the end of the hall.

    “This is huge” Ryan said taking it all in. Poking his head into the master bathroom he gasped. “Steven, you gotta see this shower. It’s as big as the gang shower at our gym” he said a bit in awe.

    Continuing the tour Alex took the lead. “This is our office space. I do all my contractor work from home here so I have no real office overhead. JJ does some work from home but most of his stuff is prioritized and can’t be taken off site from his employment. And finally the guest room for you guys. A king size bed and there is a walk in shower here in the bathroom much like the one in the master bathroom. We just finished a complete remodel here. The guest room was what is now the office and vice versa.

    “You didn’t do this all for us did you?” Steven asked.

    “Trick question” Alex replied. “Kinda yes kinda no. When we got married my folks were here staying in the guest room. We discovered the guest room right next to our bedroom was not the ideal arrangement. Thin walls if you get my drift” Alex said with a thumbs up. Ryan and Steven simply nodded understanding what Alex was saying. “We had been talking about swapping the two rooms anyway, and you guys coming for the holidays was the motivation we needed to get off our asses and do it so you would be the first to be in the guest room.”

     “So, let’s get your stuff and get you settled.” JJ said. “I know a long flight always leaves me tired and feeling grungy so you can take a shower and a nap if you want. Feel free to relax and do what you want. We have no agenda other than supper is at five which is seven for your body clocks.”

    “Thanks guys” Steven said. “Your home is just gorgeous. After your time in Belize and getting to know you, I often wondered what your place was like in Seattle. It is as I imagined, nicely appointed upscale and classy, just like the two of you.”

    “Exactly” Ryan agreed. “We thought about going high end when we did our place. It would be difficult for us to justify that kind of expense for a property that would never get the return on our investment” Ryan said.

    “All righty then” Alex segued. “We’ll leave you guys to it, let you get settled and see you whenever. No agenda, no rush” Alex re-affirmed and he and JJ excused themselves closing the bedroom door behind them as they left.

    “Now that was just weird” JJ pondered. “What the hell was that ‘we’ thought about, difficult for ‘us’, return on ‘our’. There’s something going on with them and I’m anxious to get the dirt and fill in the blanks, but that was just bizarre.”

    “So you caught all that, too?” Alex asked. “Very odd” was all he said.

    Alex busied himself with doing some laundry while JJ was in the kitchen. Alex heard the shower running so figured they were making themselves and home. When neither of them came out of the bedroom, Alex correctly assumed they had crashed for a short nap.

    At four thirty, JJ was checking on the supper as Alex was setting the small table in the kitchen when Ryan came around the corner barefoot wearing a white basketball jersey top and slinky gray knit gym shorts that did nothing to hide his endowment of manhood distinctly outlined hanging down to the right. Steven was right behind him, also barefoot in a tee shirt and ragged denim cut-offs.

    “The guest room and bathroom is awesome” Ryan complimented. “I feel like we’re staying in a five star hotel. We did take a hot shower and I must say the shower accessories are a nice touch” he said with a bit of a blush. “It would be super convenient to have one of those in our place.” A comment that did not go unnoticed by either Alex or JJ.

    “We did take a short nap after the shower” Steven said. “I didn’t think I was all that tired from the flight but that nap sure felt good. Something sure smells good” Steven said.

    “JJ’s an excellent chef” Alex praised. “He loves to cook and this is one of his favorites. We have Cornish hen, baked potato and mixed steamed veggies.”

    Done eating, they banished JJ from the kitchen since he had cooked an amazing meal. Steven cleared the table. Ryan rinsed the dishes as Alex loaded the dishwasher before they moved to the living room.

    JJ had started a fire in the fireplace and was sitting cross legged on the couch. Alex plopped down on the couch snuggling in beside JJ. Steven zeroed in on one of the oversize recliners. Ryan came out of the kitchen and rather than take the companion recliner, he opted to sit on Steven’s lap wrapping his arm behind his neck, leaning into him, a move that Alex and JJ thought curious.

    “Catching up time” Steven announced, his hand rubbing Ryan’s upper leg. “You go first. What’s the latest from the two of you and Seattle?” he asked.

    “You take this one, Worm” JJ said, “You are much better at this than I am.”

    “Nothing much for me other than my contractor group is busy enough I brought on another two-man crew in order to keep up with the bids that keep coming my way. I guess the biggest news here is for JJ. He is now officially Doctor Jackson J. Hagen-Tillman having finished his PHD in bio engineering. He was immediately snatched up by a local private consortium. Last month he got a promotion with a huge salary boost when he was appointed Lead Engineer on a new government contract which is all high priority stuff. All hush hush so I don’t ask because he couldn’t tell me anything about it anyway. That’s it in a nutshell for us. What’s the buzz coming from Belize?” Alex asked.

    “You remember the cantina where I waited on you when we first met, right?” Steven asked. “Well Andre’s father in Mexico City got very sick and his mother needed his help so he sold the cantina. I still work there off and on but the place is now under new ownership. It’s still a nice place. The menu hasn’t changed. The new owners didn’t mess with success. With Andre gone it was just me and Ryan. You want to take it from here?” he asked Ryan.

    With a heavy sigh, Ryan took a deep breath and began. “Okay, but I will apologize now if I start to choke because some of this is hard for me. Steven is the only one I’ve had to talk to but he assures me I can share anything with you guys cuz you will understand. After your visit to Belize and Steven got his nipple pierced I was inspired so he went with me to Sam’s place and I got a piercing. I got a loop ring. Let me show you” he said removing his tank top, tossing it behind the recliner. JJ and Alex stared in awe at the definition of Ryan’s hairless chest and a rock solid six pack of abs with a treasure trail of thick dark hair starting at the navel disappearing into the waistband of the gray shorts. “Steven replaced his space needle charm with a matching ring. Show them” he said tugging Steven’s tee shirt up and over his head letting in fall behind the recliner leaving both of them now nearly naked wearing only gym shorts and cut-offs. “So that’s where the story really begins” Ryan continued. “Everything was fine until one day I had forgotten to take a shirt with me when I took a shower. I was coming out of the bathroom and my mom saw the nipple ring. She didn’t say anything but I know she saw it. Of course she told my dad who totally freaked. That pretty much clinched it that I had to come out to my parents. Mom handled it sort of okay. It was like she suspected or knew but just didn’t want to believe it as truth. Dad was a different story. There was no way he was going to have a gay son. He came after me with a belt trying to beat the crap out of me. I took off and went to Steven’s place. I had been spending most of my time over at his place anyway. I tried to go home but my dad made my mom pack up all my stuff in bags and boxes and left it all on the porch. I haven’t been back since. Steven came and we took all my stuff to his place.” Starting to choke Ryan asked Steven to finish filling in the blanks.

    “Not to be rude” JJ interrupted, “We do want to know more of what happened to you, Ryan, but let’s take a short break. Worm, let’s get a pitcher of Irish eggnog.” Alex and JJ disappeared to the kitchen for a few minutes returning with four mugs filled to the brim and a pitcher of eggnog. Setting it on the coffee table, they handed Ryan and Steven each a mug before JJ and Alex returned to the couch with their mugs. “Irish eggnog” JJ said. “Be careful though because this stuff packs a punch and sneaks up on you.”

    “Question” Steven interjected. “Why do you call Alex a worm?” he asked. ”It sounds so derogatory and degrading. Why do you let him call you a worm?” Steven asked Alex.

    Coming to JJ’s defense Alex explained. “JJ did not call me a worm. He called me Worm. It’s a nickname. You don’t need to know, and you will never ever know how it came to be. Trust me that when JJ calls me Worm it is a compliment of high praise. A nickname that lets me know he loves me.”

    “Thanks for clearing that up” Steven said. “I just couldn’t understand why you would call your husband a worm, but it all makes sense now” he said. “Okay, back to filling in the blanks” Steven said rubbing Ryan’s leg, giving him a hug and a kiss on his shoulder. “Like Ry said, he had been spending most of his time with me anyway so it was easy and just made sense for him to move in. That worked for about a month. My place was this little tiny pillbox efficiency apartment that was barely big enough for me and proved to be much too small for the two of us so we had a decision to make. Instead of buying another boat for the charter business I opted to convert part of the second floor of the dive shop into a loft apartment. We now have a bigger place. A decent size living room, a small but efficient kitchen, bar stools at the island, our bedroom and a spare bedroom. The bathroom is just a simple tub/shower bathroom, nothing like the one you have. So that’s about it. We’ve been in the loft place for about three months now and we are really quite content. It meets our need, it’s private and it’s paid for.

    “So that’s what you meant in the car when you said sometimes the dark valley leads to liberation” Alex said. “Wow, it’s so sad that your parents are the way they are, but you found a way to be true to yourself and be happy. Good on ya” Alex said. “I just met you, but I’m proud of you and happy for you.”

    “Here here” JJ echoed. “Alex and I sometimes forget how fortunate we are. Not to rub your nose in it, Ryan, but both of our parents came to our wedding and are so supportive. I just wish that could be the same for you, too.”

    Refilling all the mugs with more spiked eggnog Alex asked, “Another interrogation question for you. Did it hurt when you got your nipple pierced?”

    “You got your nipples pierced, right?” Ryan replied. “Why the fuck would you ask a question when you already know the answer? God yes it hurt. It hurt like hell. I think I would rather take a bullet in the ass than do that again.”

    Alex and JJ were laughing as JJ said “Yes I remember it well yelling obscenities at Sam when he pulled the trigger and shot that spacer through my tit. But tell me now, truth only. Do you regret doing it?” JJ asked.

    “Would I do it again? Hell no!” Ryan adamantly stated. “Do I regret doing it? Not in the least and I’ll tell you why. If I’ve had a really crap day and I come home all grouchy and bitchy, Steven will sit down with me and start fiddling with the ring. When he does that it has an erotic calming affect and quickly pulls me out of my foul mood. Or, if he’s feeling frisky and wants to fool around he hugs me or holds me and starts twiddling around the nipple tugging at the ring or biting it with his teeth which instantly gets me horny to where I want to fuck or get fucked. Either way it winds me up and I’m ready to go in minutes.”

    “You said sometimes you come home grouchy. What do you do or where do you work?” Alex asked.

    “I work for the State Department of Tourism” Ryan told them. “It’s a government job with a good paycheck and benefits but it has challenges. I have to deal with some rather stupid people who are visiting. There are basically three kinds of people in Belize. There are the tourists who we slangly call a Tory. These are the ones who come in for two weeks, wreak havoc at the hotels and bars then their gone. Then you have a Towny, people who rent a house or condo and stay for the two or three months of summer. The third group is the natives who were born in Belize, or those who came to Belize and stayed. Steven would be considered a native even though he came from the U.S. I’m a native even though I was born in Arizona. We live in Belize year round, have steady jobs so that qualifies us as native.

    “We know Steven came to Belize from Louisiana, but what about you? How did you end up in Belize?” JJ asked.

    “I was born in Yuma, Arizona” Ryan said. “My dad worked for a company that owns a Belize sugar cane plantation so he was gone most of the time. He would come back to Arizona every six months or so. At least that’s what my mom told me. When the company he worked for expanded and bought out one of the other plantations my dad was promoted to the corporate office so when I was two years old he moved us all from Arizona to Belize. I don’t remember anything of Arizona. All I know is Belize.”

    Pouring another round of eggnog JJ said “This has all been fascinating but I think we need a fresh pitcher and it’s time to decorate the tree. We waited with the tree for you to have the fun of decorating with us.” Stepping into the kitchen JJ returned a few minutes later with a new pitcher of the Irish eggnog. “Time to do the tree” JJ announced. “But first I think Alex and I are a bit over dressed next to the two of you, looking at Steven and Ryan. What do you think, Worm, shall we excuse ourselves for a moment and change into something a wee bit more comfortable before we tackle the tree?”

    “A most excellent idea” Alex agreed. “Excuse us, we will be right back.”

    A few moments later Alex and JJ returned. Alex barefoot and shirtless in his ratty WSU gym shorts while JJ, also barefoot and shirtless, wore only blue knit shorts much like the gray ones Ryan was wearing.

    “Let the games begin” Alex declared opening the box of lights. “Grab a string of lights and go to it” he said. And they were off, threading the lights through the branches, stopping occasionally to take a sip of eggnog. With the lights finished and another round of eggnog all around, Alex opened the box of miscellaneous ornaments and the Christmas balls which propagated a litany of ball jokes. More eggnog and more ornaments and they were finally happy with a finished project. Turning out the house lights, they let Ryan tap the button and the tree came to life. It was a surreal moment. The tree shining brightly in the corner of the living room with the only other light coming from the fireplace with its’ light reflection dancing on the ceiling.

    All four of them, now quite buzzed from the eggnog, stepped back to admire the tree. JJ and Alex stood side by side, arms around each other’s waists. Out of the corner of his eye JJ watched Steven standing behind Ryan gently kissing the side of his neck and ear lobes. His left arm was around the waist, his hand rubbing Ryan’s chest and tugging the pierced nipple. His right arm was around the waist, his hand toying with the ample tuft of the treasure trail with his fingers gently pushing the front of the gray gym shorts lower and lower in small increments until his hand slipped into the shorts. It was obvious Steven had a grip on Ryan’s manhood which was responding to the attention it was getting. JJ leaned over to Alex. As they kissed JJ whispered in his ear. “I’ll be right back my love. I’m certain we are all going to need some lube.”

    “I think you are correct” Alex whispered back kissing him again. “I’ll be right here waiting for you” he said. JJ scampered down the hall quickly returning with two small bottles of lube. Catching Steven’s attention, he watched as JJ set one bottle of lube on the coffee table within Steven’s reach. Returning to Alex, JJ stepped up behind him and swiftly moved his hands around his waist and into his shorts gripping the semi-erect cock waiting for his touch.

    Ryan reached behind him. Unbuttoning Steven’s cutoffs, he pulled the zipper down. As the cutoffs slid to the floor, Steven casually kicked them away. Now completely naked he pushed his growing erection into Ryan. Feeling Steven’s hardness pressing into him, Ryan pulled the gray gym shorts down over his butt letting them fall to the floor. Steven began a trail of kisses down Ryan’s back, his tongue leaving a damp trail down his spine. As he came to the top cleft of Ryan’s ass he pulled the cheeks apart letting his tongue continue into the cleavage until it reached the puckered ring of Ryan’s fuck hole. Ryan let out a soft sigh feeling the tongue lick and press into his hole.

    Alex and JJ turned to face each other. With their lips pressed together and tongues dueling, they each reached for the other’s shorts, tugging them down pushing them to the floor. “I want to sixty-nine” JJ whispered. “I want to suck your cock. I want you to suck my cock.” Without breaking their kiss they made their way to the couch. JJ laid down first, his back pressed into the back cushions. Alex spun around lying on his side in front of JJ taking the fully erect cock in his mouth as did JJ to Alex’s erection.

    Ryan turned around lifting Steven to stand. “I want you on your back in front of the fireplace” he said. “I want to ride you until you give me your seed deep inside me.” Doing as Ryan asked, Steven lay on his back, his hard cock pointing straight up as Ryan knelt over him. JJ watched in awe as Ryan lubed the eleven inches of Steven’s erection. Squatting, he positioned Steven’s cock at his hole and with one continuous motion lowered himself taking the entire member until his balls were resting on the bush of pubes underneath him. JJ’s mind went back to their time at Howard Beach and the bungalow distinctly remembering how it felt taking those eleven inches in his ass when Steven was fucking him. He thought to himself ‘Ryan is a highly skilled and experienced bottom to be able to mount himself on an eleven inch fuck pole like that’. Alex working his mouth on JJ’s dick brought him back to the task at hand.

    Looking back at Ryan riding Steven, JJ released his lip lock on Alex. “I need to get fucked” he said. “I want you to doggy me right here at the coffee table.” Pushing Alex off of the couch, JJ knelt resting his elbows on the table as Alex moved in behind him. Reaching for the bottle of lube, Alex coated his cock rubbing the excess on the puckered fuck hole in front of him. Pressing his chest to JJ’s back, he positioned the head of his dick at the waiting hole. Feeling JJ push out in anticipation, Alex pushed, easily entering past JJ’s tight pucker. “

    “Ahhhhh yes” JJ softy moaned. There it is, that stud fucking dick stuffing my hole. Take me. My ass is yours” he hissed pushing back into Alex.

    Alex felt a pinch and pressure on his dick as he was stroking into JJ. Leaning to his ear Alex asked, “Is someone doing their exercises?”

    “I’m trying” JJ whispered in reply. “Is it working? Do you like it?” he asked.

    “Let me see if I can show you how much I like it” Alex said reaching under JJ grabbing his shoulders pulling him back as he repeatedly rammed is cock deep into JJ’s hole causing him to quietly groan. “Does that answer your question?” Alex asked. JJ moaned his approval.

    “Oh god yes” Steven hissed. “Fuck yourself on that cock mister. Ride that fucking pole!” he commanded. “Damn your ass feels so good on my dick.” Bottoming out, taking Steven to the root, Ryan moved his ass in a circle feeling the full length of Steven touch every bit of his insides. Slightly shifting his position, Ryan raised and lowered himself on Steven making the head of the dick glide across his prostate causing his own cock to bounce and slap onto Steven’s abs. “Fucking hell” Steven groaned. “You’re making me crazy you hot little fucker. You’re gonna make me cum.” Encouraged, Ryan increased his assault on Steven’s prick, clamping his hole tight as he rode the full length.

    “Dear god you’re dick is working miracles on my hole” JJ moaned. “Oh fuck yes, there it is. Just like that, keep fucking me just like that.” Increasing his pace, Alex pounded into JJ pulling him by the hips into his thrusts. “Oh fucking hell” JJ growled. “I’m sooooo close. I’m gonna cum” he warned. “Shit, shit, shit” JJ hissed. “I’m there, I’m cumming” he yelled as his climax hit. Pushing himself up just in time, his dick erupted shooting eight long ropes of jizz across the coffee table. Seeing JJ cum, Alex couldn’t hold off any longer as his orgasm caused him to spasm ejaculating his cum into JJ. Exhausted, he dropped onto JJ’s back feeling the heat and sweat meld between them.

    “God, oh god, fuuuuck I’m cumming” Steven yelled as Ryan rode his dick into ecstasy taking the ten shots of Steven’s load deep into his gut. “Bloody fucking hell, the things you can do to me with that ass of yours” Steven hissed. Raising himself up on one arm, Steven pushed Ryan onto his back as Steven’s spent cock slid free. Steven immediately leaned forward taking Ryan’s throbbing erection in his mouth swallowing it to the back of his throat. “Your turn to blow” he mumbled with a mouth full of cock. Taking Ryan’s balls in one hand, Steven sucked and stroked Ryan with the other. Within moments Ryan was breathing faster and writhing with the pleasure Steven was giving him. “You got it mister, give me that load. It’s been three days so I know you’ve got a big one stored up for me” Steven encouraged. With a tug on his nuts, Steven swallowed Ryan completely and held the dick at the back of his throat which was all Ryan could take. With a whimper, Ryan slapped his hand to the floor as he blew a massive load, more than Steven could contain as some of Ryan’s cum escaped Steven’s mouth running down the length of his cock. Steven quickly swallowed then licked the cum from Ryan’s cock and balls before crawling up to kiss him and share the taste of his load.

    Alex lay on JJ’s back kissing him tenderly on the neck and shoulders as they watched Ryan and Steven entangled in an embrace, kissing and savoring the taste of the prize Ryan had given to Steven. Breaking the silence, Alex quietly said “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night” causing the other three break out in laughter.

    “Merry fucking Christmas indeed” Ryan agreed as they gathered up their discarded clothes and retired to their own bedrooms.

    Climbing into bed Alex mentioned Ryan’s comment about the wand in the shower. “What do you say to one more present for Ryan and Steven?” he asked. “I want to check out Castle in the morning to see if they have a shower wand. If not I’ll go online and next day ship from the place we got ours.”

    “Excellent idea” JJ affirmed. “Something personal, much appreciated and not a flesh-jack” he laughed kissing Alex as they tucked into their usual spoon and quickly nodded off.