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Adam was a troubled foster boy from mentally unstable parents. Bedtime was the worst. This was the time Adam wanted to talk about his fears and problems. My wife was a social worker so was used to dealing with disturbed teenagers. Sometimes they would be talking for a couple of hours and she would come down from the bedroom mentally exhausted especially if it was a specially heavy session.

I remember it was July and particularly hot and my wife was required to go to a conference several miles away and would have to stay in a hotel for a week. Adam got very distressed at the news and started acting out, not in a very  bad way but more annoying than anything.

My wife had only been gone two days and Adam, returning from 6th form college, started to  get stroppy and stormed up to his bedroom slamming the door hard. I was really annoyed and stormed after him. He was sitting on his bed with his head in his hands tears streaming down his face. I didn’t really understand what was going on but did my best to calm him down.

I sat on the bed next to him and put my arm around his shoulders. He tried to pull away but I held him even tighter and eventually I felt him relax and slump against me. He told me that in the showers after football practice he couldn’t stop looking at the other boys bodies. He didn’t want to but just couldn’t stop. The other boys hadn’t noticed him looking so there was not an incident between them.

He asked me if he was gay and I told him not necessarily, it could be a phase he was going through and lots of boys did the same and even started touching each other bat it didn’t mean they were gay. He began to relax and started to tell me that he enjoyed looking and always got an erection when he did so.

During our chat we had slipped lower on the bed and was almost laying flat. I was rested on one elbow looking down on him talking quietly. He looked up at me and stared into my face. He slowly raised his head and touched his lips to mine. He lowered his head again and waited for my reaction. I did not dare react as that was the last thing I needed to do. I had got him talking and didn’t want him kicking off again.

When he saw I wasn’t going to react he kissed me again this time his tongue pressed against my lips. I don’t know what came over me and reacted straight away, I opened my lips and allowed his tongue entry into my mouth. It slipped all the way in and I couldn’t resist sucking on it. He started to kiss me harder his mouth opening wide. Our tongues were now duelling and I was getting very aroused. I was thinking about my own school days fumblings many years ago.

I couldn’t resist stroking his chest through his shirt which made him even more aroused. He placed his arm around my neck and pulled me even closer. Without breaking our kiss I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and opened it wide exposing his well tanned torso and big, dark nipples.

I placed my hand on his chest and began stroking him slowly paying particular attention to his nipples which were hardening to my touch. He moaned into my mouth as I pulled and twisted his nips. We were both panting for air as I slid my mouth down to his neck and continued kissing. My mouth moved to his chest and licked and sucked on his beautiful nubs.

I slid one of my hands lower my palm sliding between his legs. I was amazed at what I felt. Adam was fully erect and it felt massive. I undid his trousers and slid his zip down. I slide my hand into his briefs and wrapped my hand round his fully engorged cock. I pushed his trousers and underwear lower and his cock sprang into view. I was massive, at least 10″ with a shiny pre-cum slicked mushroom head.

I moved down the bed between his legs. I pulled off the remainder of his clothes and took hold of his throbbing shaft. I licked is knob head tasting his sweet nectar. He bucked his hips upward as I took his shaft into my mouth and started to suck gently. He was now moaning loudly and writhing about on the bed. Without taking his cock from my mouth I undressed, my throbbing cock glad to be free of my restraining briefs.

I spread his legs and pushed them higher exposing his very hairy love shute. I clamped my mouth over his rosebud and began to lick and suck in ernest pushing my tongue in and out of his hole. I pushed his hips higher so that it was now looking down on to it. He was now resting on his shoulders his weight resting against my chest. I prised his hole open with my fingers and dived in with my tongue.

Keeping him on his shoulders I stood up his weight resting against my knees. I stroked his open hole with my leaking cock and started to push it in. He cried out at first but by the time it was all in he had got used to my cock invading him. I looked down at Adam and his eyes were closed his face showing signs of shear bliss.

I started to fuck him slowly and then started to pick up speed. He suddenly shouted our ‘fuck me hard daddy’ which I did. He had taken hold of his cock and was fisting himself.  He said ‘ I’m close daddy’ so I quickened my pace.  ‘Here it comes baby’ I said as I squirted load after load of hot spunk into his virgin hole,

‘ I’m coming ‘ he said and I watched as He spurted loads and loads of spunk all over his face. We stayed in that position for a few seconds before I lowered his legs back down again. I slide my naked body up against his and I could feel the remainder of his spunk trailing up my chest.

I reached his face and started to lick him clean. It took some time gathering it all up and it tasted wonderful. My last tongue load I had saved for him. I slipped my cum laden tongue into his mouth which he sucked clean. We continued kissing and cuddling for some time enjoying the feel of each others bodies. We had another five days before my wife returned……..

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Spring – 2

Grahame stood in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to filter through, as it did he watched Tony who  was sitting in the conservatory staring blankly ahead of him. He had been unable to get little sense out of him since the previous afternoon when the actions of ……. What should I call her? Bitch? Cunt? Fuckwit? Sick? Sad? Damaged?………….. Bitch will do! had impacted on him so traumatically.

The coffee machine finished it’s chorus of hisses and splutters, it’s silence signalling that it had finally completed it’s task and that he could, at last, have a cup of the hot, strong, black stuff. He poured a cup for Tony as well, adding the sugar and cream he insisted were the only things that made it palatable.

He walked quietly into the conservatory, put Tony’s coffee on the table then took the space on the sofa next to him. Tony’s head nodded an acknowledgement of the coffee but that was all. Grahame relaxed into the comfortable wicker furniture, his eyes never leaving the tortured man next to him. Resting a hand on Tony’s thigh he thought again how he could snap him out of the depression he had descended into.

It didn’t show in his face or actions but Grahame was seething inside. He was normally the most relaxed, laid back person he knew, but the destructive actions of a woman he had never even met had impacted his world and in particular the one he loved so much, he was finding it hard to control the urge he felt to smack her in her pretty little face and reduce her to a mushy pulp. He understood that she was ill, that she had mental health issues, but somehow that knowledge didn’t help. He really, really wanted to hurt the bitch. He needed payback.

Donna’s posting of the damaging photographs on Facebook had shattered Tony’s world. Added to that, the names his father had called him before telling him he was no longer his son and that he wanted nothing more to do with him, had left him numb. He suddenly felt very, very alone and had retreated into a shell of self-loathing. Nothing Grahame had said or done could break through the cocoon he had wrapped around himself in an attempt to prevent further hurt reaching him. He had slept little and eaten nothing since the emotional Exocet missile had hit him the previous afternoon. Grahame had forced him to drink water and it was this simple insistence that he had to at least drink that had begun to allow a chink of light into his darkness. Perhaps he did still care.

The photo of the man he loved holding the sexy removals man in his arms had rocked his new world to it’s core. Yes, he was upset by the things his father had said to him but in a way, it was to be expected from a man he knew had long wanted to disown the son he had always been disappointed and ashamed of. Nothing he had ever done in life had been good enough, His accomplishments at school and university never as good as the sons and daughters of his father’s friends. The job he loved and was damn good at wasn’t what his demanding parent wanted for him. It didn’t have enough kudos, it wasn’t something he could brag about at the members only golf club he frequented. He would come to terms with the tirade he had endured, in many ways glad that the truth of what his father thought of him was finally revealed. He could at last stop trying to impress a man he had no love or respect for.

But that photo!

He couldn’t, no, didn’t know how to process it. He had been so happy, so excited at moving in with Grahame. For the first time in his adult life he had begun to feel safe. He had allowed himself to believe love could strike as quickly as he had wanted it to, that he could give himself over to the feelings he had fought so long and that he had found someone he could trust and rely on – someone to love. Was he wrong? What did the photo mean? Had he been rash in giving up his own flat? Was everyone he knew laughing at him? What the fuck had he done in life to deserve what was happening?

The numbness he felt was deep and cold. He welcomed it’s smothering of his hurt and distress. Better to feel nothing than suffer emotions he was afraid of.

Neither man had gone to bed the previous night, Grahame refusing to leave Tony alone, fearful of what he might do. In the end exhaustion had caught up with him and he had dozed off in an armchair. Tony had sat and watched him. Still loving the slumbering man, but afraid to give his love room to breathe. Could he trust him? Was he telling the truth that Rob had come on to him and he had pushed him away? Was he too young for him? Too inexperienced? Did he need more than he could give him? Why would he cheat on him so soon? Why would he cheat on him at all? Questions and doubts circled his mind, clogging his ability to think rationally. What should he do? The question that constantly ran through his head. What the fuck should I do?

Grahame had tried every thing he could think of to break through the shell Tony had erected around himself. He had explained again and again that the incriminating picture was not what it seemed. That he had decided not to mention the event to Tony because it was trivial, meaningless. A simple misunderstanding. Pointing out that some gay men were predatory and were always on the lookout for sex, were always cruising and hopeful of a quick fuck hadn’t helped either. There had been a moments hesitation from Tony when he asked him to firstly compare the pictures Donna had uploaded and then think about why she had done it. God, how he hated social media, the incident serving to remind him why he had nothing to do with any of it. If he wanted to speak to someone he phoned them. The only time he used text messages was to impart facts, like addresses. How often had he seen Facebook, or Twitter or any of the other damn sites play havoc with an innocent person’s life just because something they had posted could be misinterpreted?

He was beginning to think nothing could repair the damage Donna had wrought and was about to try bullying a response out of the near moribund man sitting next to him when the doorbell rang.

* * * *

The minute she found out about the photographs circulating on her friends and families Facebook pages, Sylvia knew who had put them out there and why. But how had she got hold of her phone? Emma had taken it away from her for this very reason. Sylvia had passed it to Greg along with Donna’s purse for safe keeping until she was allowed home.

Home!

I’ll bloody kill him!

It took a two minute phone call to her estranged spouse to establish that yes, Donna had appeared at the house on Saturday morning, and no, he hadn’t thought to contact Sylvia to make sure her release was kosha. Sylvia just knew it was because he would have been thinking with his dick. It was Saturday afternoon after all!

Not wanting to get into a major row with Greg, she rang off as quickly as she could. Immediately putting on her coat she collected her handbag and set off to Grahame’s to make sure her surrogate son was alright. The drive took less than fifteen minutes but was enough time for her to collect her thoughts and calm down after her conversation with Greg. My God, she thought, the man is bloody useless. Why did I put up with him for so long?

She pulled onto Grahame’s drive and parked next to his Aston Martin. She had guessed he had a bob or two, but was surprised at the amount of money parked in his front garden. It was her first time at the house and she had to admit to liking what she saw. It was obviously ‘well afforded’ as her mother used to say, an impression that was reinforced when she looked through the windows into the house as she mounted the two steps to the front porch. The bell was answered quickly by a dishevelled looking Grahame.

‘Sylvia.’ He was surprised to see her.

‘How is he? Is he coping? How are you?’ Grahame invited her in by stepping aside and gesturing with a sweep of his arm that she should enter.

‘He’s through there, in the conservatory.’ He lightly put his hand on Sylvia’s arm, temporarily stopping her from walking further into the house. ‘His Dad called him before he saw the pictures Sylvia.’ She saw tears forming in his eyes. ‘I’ve not been able to get a word out of him since. And he won’t eat.’

Sylvia’s eyebrows arched and her lips pursed. ‘Through here you say?’ and she purposefully walked to where Tony sat staring into the distance. She stood directly in front of him, putting her handbag on one of the chairs nearby.  ‘Hello Tony.’ Her voice was soft and gentle. It had no effect on the immobile young man. Putting her hand on his shoulder she gave him a brisk shake as she spoke again, this time in her, no nonsense Mum’s voice. ‘I said Hello Tony.’ He raised his eyes to her look at her face. She smiled and a thousand unspoken words passed between them. Tears began to run down her boy’s face. ‘Come here love. Let’s cry it out.’

And so they did. The small, smartly dressed lady did what Mum’s all over the world are designed to do. Tony felt his head being cradled in safe, perfume scented arms, his face resting on the soft breast of the woman he had come to love and trust. A woman so unlike his own uncaring mother. He felt reassuring hands stroking his hair and heard soft words filled with care and love breaking through the shield he had so carefully erected.

A wave of relief hit Grahame as he witnessed the simple love and trust on display before him. Instinct told him his man had a good chance of recovering his senses now. How would he ever thank the small, determined woman who despite all that had happened was still prepared to give the man she had informally adopted as much love and care as the daughter he had let down and deserted. Sylvia, he thought, you are a bloody marvel. Thank God he has you.

* * * *

Donna was feeling exceptionally happy, convinced that her actions would drive her beloved back into her arms. She put all thoughts of what Tony and that old man had done together out of her head. It was an aberration, a moments silliness in a lifetime of contentment. She expected him to come breezing through the doors any minute, thanking her for making him realise what a mistake he was making and begging her to take her back. She decided she would make him wait at least a couple of days before formally accepting his apology and taking him back. After all he had put her through it was only fair that he suffer a little bit.

Much to her surprise and chagrin, the first person through her door was Emma reading her the riot act, followed by the old cleaning lady Maureen who had stitches in her head and was wheeled in on a wheelchair not yet being strong enough to walk. Disdain filled Donna’s eyes when she saw the old lady. What did she care if the old silly woman had bumped her head. It wasn’t her fault. Refusing to even look at Maureen, Donna picked up a magazine and pretended to look at it. Emma snatched it out of her hand, throwing it across the room. Fury blazed in the Doctor’s eyes. She knew the selfish young woman lying on the bed was ill, unstable even, but she was damned if she was going to let her get away with not taking responsibility for her actions.

‘Donna, please look at Maureen.’ Her patient looked everywhere but at the figure in the wheelchair. Emma raised her voice, ‘Donna, I said look at Maureen. NOW!’ Donna flinched, surprised at the ferocity of her Doctor’s tone, and reluctantly looked at the cleaning lady.

The old woman smiled at Donna kindly. She leaned forward in her chair and laid her liver-spotted hand on top of the younger woman’s. She lightly took hold of it, turned it over, brought it to her lips and tenderly kissed the open palm. Sitting back in the wheelchair she kept hold of it. ‘Such a pretty girl to be carrying so much hate.’ She clasped the hand in both of hers before continuing. ‘I know you probably think I’m just a silly old woman who should mind her business, and maybe you’re right, but for what it’s worth pet, my advise is to let him go. Move on. If life has taught me anything in my seventy two years it’s that it is short. Too short to waste any of it on anger and revenge.’ She released the warm hand. ‘Get yourself better Donna. Concentrate on that.’

Something had shifted in Donna’s psyche at the realisation that Maureen, a fragile old lady she had caused harm too, wasn’t mad at her. What she saw and heard was the opposite of what, deep down, she knew she deserved. She watched as the old lady was wheeled out of her room leaving her alone with Emma, who put her hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. ‘Well done Donna. Now get some rest and we’ll catch up tomorrow. That alright with you?’ Donna nodded, not quite understanding what had changed but knowing that something had.

‘When’s mum coming?’ Her voice was different. Emma thought she sounded calmer than she had. Donna raised her face to look at her doctor and Emma could clearly see the manic, frenzied look that had burned from her eyes had receded. There was still hurt and anger showing but it was now tempered with sadness and embarrassment.

‘I don’t think she is coming today. Would you like to call her? I’ll have a phone brought in. You can speak to her before I go if you like?’ Donna nodded.

In no time at all, Donna was watching Emma dial her mum’s number.

* * * *

Tony held tight to Sylvia, understanding for the first time in his twenty three years what it meant to be held and comforted by a Mum. Years and years of shame, loneliness, anger, fear and wanting to be loved poured out of him. Tears and snot covered the front of Sylvia’s now soaking wet blouse. Neither of them cared.

Sylvia had watched for years as the boy in her arms did all he could to try to impress his parents, to win a show of affection from them, all to no avail. He was unwanted and unloved by the two people who should by rights have been the rock on which he could build his life. They cared nothing for him except for the very rare occasion he gave them something they could brag about to their equally selfish circle of friends. As she lovingly rocked and nursed him, she remembered the time he had come first in the school sprint races at the yearly open day. He had been sixteen years old and he had rushed her to get him home so he could tell his mother and father his exciting news. Sylvia always took him to and from school with Donna, his parents being too busy. He had run into the house pleased as punch at his success. Sylvia and Donna had followed him in, looking forward to seeing him being praised for once. He flew into the kitchen where his parents were sampling a new wine. ‘Mum, Dad. I won. I came first. I was the fastest.’

His father ignored him, all his attention on the expensive beverage.

‘That’s nice dear.’ Said his mum. That’s nice dear! That was all the selfish bitch could manage. Sylvia had wanted to slap the pair of them and smash the bloody bottle of wine. To say Tony’s face fell would have been an understatement.

‘No. Mum, Dad, you don’t understand. I won.’ His voice became a whisper, tears formed in his eyes. ‘I won….’ His mother shushed him and with great ceremony sniffed, swirled and tasted the wine in her glass.

Sylvia had taken his arm and within minutes the three of them were back in her car heading for home. That evening, to celebrate Tony’s win, she and Greg had taken the two teenagers to Pizza Hut. As far as she knew, Tony’s parents didn’t even bother to find out where he was.

Tony was quieter now, exhausted from the release of a lifetime’s upset and hurt. His hold on Sylvia loosened and slowly, so slowly, the wracking sobs ceased to become the sad mewling of a little boy desperate for love.

Sylvia used her eyes and head to indicate that Grahame should come over to join the hug. He needed little encouragement to wrap his arms around the pair of them and to pour all the love he had into them. Tony moved his head from Sylvia’s sodden chest to the firm, protective solidity of his man. ‘I’m sorry Gray. I’m sorry.’ His arms went round Grahame’s waist pressing himself  tightly against the safety of his love. Over and over he said, ‘I love you Gray. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.’ Grahame hugged him back with all the love he had, kissing the top of his head and uttering words of comfort and reassurance.

He had no idea how long he held the grieving man, all he knew was that he wasn’t about to let him go until it was safe to do so. He was woken from the world the two had formed around themselves by Sylvia firmly shaking him by the shoulder. She smiled down at him, eyes full of motherly love and concern. ‘He’s asleep love.’ She held the woollen blanket out to him that was always draped over one of the chairs in the conservatory for nights when it was too warm to close the doors but too chilly not to need something to keep you warm. ‘Lay him back on the sofa and cover him with this, then I need you to find me something dry to wear.’

Later, with Sylvia wearing a t-shit several sizes too big for her, the two of them sat in the garden with the ubiquitous mug of tea, as Sylvia told Grahame about Tony’s parents and the way he had been brought up, or rather not. ‘The best that can be said for those two is that he never wanted anything materially. He was always fed and his clothes and trainers were the envy of every child in his class. He always had the latest games console, the most expensive bike. They even bought him a brand new car when he turned seventeen. But they never loved him, never held him in their arms just because they could like normal parents do. For the most part he was kept quiet and pushed to one side while they carried on like the wealthy, self-centred pair of ………….’ Grahame put his hand over hers.

‘Allow me Sylvia …….. arseholes!’ They both laughed for the first time that day. ‘Believe me, I can think of worse things to call them but there are ladies present.’ More laughter before Sylvia became serious again.

‘You really do love him don’t you Grahame?’

There was no hesitation. ‘Yes. I do.’ He paused, collecting his thoughts. ‘My parents haven’t exactly been ideal.’ He smiled resignedly, ‘Don’t get me wrong, I was loved, and to the best of their ability they tried to do the right thing by me, but I was an unwanted surprise that never fitted in their lifestyle. I still don’t. We speak on the phone maybe twice a year. We haven’t been in the same country, let alone the same room for over five years now. They live in Monaco. Their lives revolve around money and the right society – whatever that is! I suppose I’ll be a very rich man one day. I don’t need it, their money I mean, and even at this age I sometimes wish we were closer, but they were a hundred times more supportive and loving than the monsters you’ve just described.’ Turning in his seat he looked back at the conservatory where he could see Tony sleeping soundly. ‘The poor bugger. Child abuse takes so many forms doesn’t it? It’s not always sexual.’

‘No love it isn’t, but I think you two will get over it. Just love him, that’s all he wants from you.’

A wicked grin lit up Grahame’s face, ‘I can think of a couple of other things he’s pretty demanding of. But we won’t go there.’ He had to move quickly to avoid the playful slap aimed at his arm.

‘You know Grahame, you are never too old to go over mummy’s knee.’ More laughter filled the garden, broken by the ringing of Sylvia’s mobile.

* * * *

Donna felt her nerves attack her stomach when she heard her mother answer the phone. It wasn’t so much a few butterflies flitting around inside her as a belfry full of bats. The sensation almost made her sick, but to her credit, she held on, took a dep breath and spoke.

‘No mum it’s me, but she’s with me ——– Yes, I came back after I’d……… well, after I’d been to that man’s house ——– Is that his name? Grahame. ——— yes I know. That’s why I rang you, well,  actually it was Emma’s idea because she said you aren’t coming to see me today ——– yes, I understand why. How is he? Is he very angry with me? ——- Oh………… oh ———————— what? Yes, I’m still here. ———- I don’t know what I expected mum. I just wanted to hurt him. ——— Mum! He humiliated me. He was going to marry me before he met that….. that……. ———– Yes, alright, Grahame. ———- Yes, okay, I’ll pass you over.’

‘Sylvia. How are things? ———- Okay ———— yes ———yes ——–Okay. Do you want to speak to her again? ———- No that’s fine. I’ll tell her. ——– yes, yes, alright. We’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.’

Emma walked to the door, standing with her hand on the doorknob, she turned to face Donna. Her voice and manner were kindly, there was no trace of the anger or frustration Donna was expecting.

‘Your mum will be in to see you tomorrow. She asked me to tell you she is being Tony’s mum as well. She said you’d understand?’ Donna smiled weakly and nodded.

‘His mum and dad haven’t got any time for him. Mum sort of steps in when she needs to. He’s like a son to her.’

‘She also said she isn’t going to make the same mistakes she did with her brother. Again, she said you should understand that as well?’

Another smile, another nod of the head. ‘Yes……. Yes, I understand.’

Emma returned the smile. ‘She said she loves you and always will, and hopes you understand that after what you did she needs to be sure Tony is safe before she leaves him.’ Donna’s smile faltered.

‘Will he be alright Emma? I don’t want him doing anything stupid because of what I did.’

‘I think he will be fine, given time. And so will you Donna, so will you.’

‘Thank you.’

‘Now rest. I’ll make sure the team look after you tonight and I’ll see you in the morning.’

Left alone, Donna lay down on her bed and was asleep in minutes, no longer dreaming of wedding dresses and bouquets.

* * * *

The morning broke with blue skies, warm breezes and the smell of Spring. The first bumble bees ventured forth and birds with early broods took advantage of the beautiful day to fatten their young with all the bugs and caterpillars they could find.

Tony was the first to wake taking a few minutes to get his bearings. The large sofa was warm and comfortable and once awake he was reluctant to give up the comforting softness of the woollen blanket. Looking over, he saw Grahame asleep in one of the armchairs, also covered by a wool blanket. His feet rested on a footstool and from the position of his head Tony guessed he was going to have a crick in his neck when he woke up.

He lay quietly for over half an hour, just watching the man opposite. He was secure in the knowledge that nothing had happened between Grahame and Rob the removals man, and that he had no cause at all to be worried or doubtful about his lover’s commitment to or love for him.

My God, he thought, but he really is gorgeous. Gorgeous and mine. His face lit up with the biggest, brightest smile. Rarely seem dimples appeared making him look younger and cuter than ever. Grahame chose that moment to open his eyes. The beautiful, happy sight before him filled him with the warmth of certain love.

They were going to be alright. Everything was going to be alright.

The Hot Neighbour

“Oh Shit I’ve been caught.” “What the Hell am I going to do?” “Why do I keep on doing this?” Garret cried, asking himself all of these questions. He knew the answer and followed these question with, “It’s because I just can’t help myself, that why” he reasoned justifying his actions. He was sitting in his holiday apartment with his head in his hands dreading the next few minutes.

Luckily for him, it was the middle of the afternoon and his long term partner Johan was out with friends for the day and would not be back for hours. Garret cried off going as he had claimed to be unwell but had spent most of the morning spying on his hot neighbour, a swarthy dark Middle Eastern Man who Had moved in a few weeks before.

He had caught Garrets eye, when he came to view the Apartment next door with an Estate Agent who was a Thick Beefy Balding Guy aged about 35, was 6ft 2 with a Tash. He was wearing Blue Jeans Black T Shirt had a Phat Horse Ass. The New Neighbour was aged about 30 5ft 9 with Thick Dark Hair. He also had a Tash and wore Tight Beige Jeans, a Burgundy T Shirt and he had a Phat Beefy  Ass.

Since then, Garret spent quite bit of time watching him and the other hot men who live and visited in the building. He was careful not to let his Partner find out his voyeuristic activities, as he knew he would not approve. Besides, he wanted to enjoy this experience himself and now he had royally fucked up.

Garret was 46 Black, 6ft with an ok shape, although he could do with losing a few pounds, but at this time in his life he could not be bothered. He had been in his Holiday Apartment for 2 months now and had planned to stay for few more months. Now however he was not so sure.

Meanwhile the man who Garret had been spying on, had been sitting on his balcony relaxing and had sudden felt a pair of eyes on him. He tried to ignore it as he was sure he was being looked at on previous occasions but dismissed this. However today, he noted the twitching Curtains in the downstairs apartment in the next building opposite, and a Mobile phone which flashed as he look down.

He frowned and was shocked when he realise that he was being spied on. He jumped up in rage saying nothing to his startled Wife, and left his Apartment running down the stairs. He was dressed in a of pair of Grey long sweat pants, which clung to his Phat Beefy Man Ass, as well as tight Black T Shirt, which showed off his thick muscle chest. His Black Chest Hair was sprouting over the top and covered his arms.

Garret heard banging on his front door and he thought to himself, “I better open it as the man is going to start shouting and making trouble for me”. He ran to open it and standing there sweating and looking so ‘Goddamn Fuckable’ was the man who was staring at him and shouting loudly in his native tongue, which of course he could not understand.

He pulled him in and shut the door, as he did not want the other neighbours to come to them. He said, “Yes What is it.” The man was talking at him and Garret said, “I Don’t Understand What You Are Saying.” “What are you looking at me and taking photos” the man snapped in broken English looking really pissed off and angry.

As he said this, he was sweating. Garret was alarmed and said “Sorry Man, Sorry” repeatedly and the man kept on talking and gesturing. “Hang On” Garret said, “I don’t understand” and he walked to his Laptop. However unfortunately for him, playing on the screen, was a Gay Porn Video, of a Well Know American Black Porn Star who was over the last year of so was extremely popular.

In the scene he was rough fucking a Beefy Middle Eastern Muscle Bottom, and although the sound was turned down, the erotic sighs and moans could not be mistaken. The Muscle Bottom Ass was bouncing all over the place as he screamed for more Dick, and they flipped positions as he was being long dicked on his back.

He clung to the bigger Black Top .who smirked at the camera as he started to beat the Man’s Ass Pussy down, and after few minutes, he  removed his dick, made him suck him off and then wanked off cumming all over the guys blown out Puffy Ass Pussy. He finishing off by sinking his Big Black Dick back inside him with a big old smirk on his face.

Garret was looking at his neighbours face, which looked stunned and noted his cock was tenting in his grey sweats. The man’s mouth opened and he took a chance and pushed him down on the sofa and tugged his sweat pants right down and off, thus exposing his thick hairy thighs. He was looking at him and not taking no for an answer ,Garret started to lick and tease the cut dick head.

“No” the man moan “No I am not with Mans, only Woman’s I Married My Wife!” “Yeah Sure” Garret cried, as he started to moan even louder, as his dick was sucked right into the back of Garret experienced Cunt Throat. That’s why his Partner and others had called him, as he was an expert cock sucker and could bring any man off in under 3 minutes. However with this guy he was going to take his time and did so.

Licking up and down the length of the Guys 7 inch prick, making him feel good, so that he bit his arm to stop crying out. “Hang On” Garret said and closed the windows and dived back onto the stunned married straight, dark middle eastern hairy man’s delicious prick. He licked, tougued and suckled the man’s hairy ball sac, and was intoxicated with his sweaty groin which turned him on and lick all around the area.

The guy could not believe it, as he came with the intent to smash this spying Foreign Bastards face in, but instead was being given an expert blow job and he found himself with his thick hairy legs spread open wide, as the man moved closer to his dark tangy hairy Ass Hole. “No “he said, “I am not” and he gasped as his tangy asshole was attacked with the older Black Man expert lips and tongue as he was eaten out.

He cried trying desperately to stifle his moans which were getting louder. “Make as much noise as you want” he was advised and the Garret manipulated the man body so that he was unable to anything except submit to his administrations. “I” he tried to say and all of sudden he ejaculated over the older Black Man Face and his sensitive cock was  then engulfed in the man’s mouth and suctioning throat.

He cried as the sensation was too much for him and he tried to push his off. No Way was that going to happen and he was pushed back and Garret sucked him dry and went back to eat him out. “Stop Please” the man cried “Give me minute” he said in his native tongue and Garret understood and backed off. He went to the bathroom and washed his mouth out.

Returning to the room a few minutes later he expected to see the man gone. Instead he sitting in his sweats and his T Shirt was soaked though with sex sweat. He looked embarrassed. “Hey, don’t sweat” and he was trying to say something. “Hang On” and Garret pick his lap top and brought it over and they started to have conversation on it.

After a short while Garret put it down on the other arm chair and moved to kiss the Guy, who shook his head. “No Problem I can wait” he said to himself and pushed the man down so that he laid fully on top of him.  His 9 inch cock was hard and was rubbing against the man who looked startled and soon understood what to do. so they moved in unison rubbing off against each other and he soon came again.

He looked confused at the sensation of his being brought off again by this older Black Gay Man as he never ever contemplated have sex with man, which was against everything he believed in,  yet he had been brought off twice in succession. Hie found himself settled under the guy with his neck being nuzzle and suckled.

Garret was working towards entering the man asshole and placed his sweaty fingers against the man sphincter which opened slightly and closed ,as a panic look came over the guys face. “No I don’t do this” he said firmly. “Sure you don’t yet” and his lips were teased and his mouth open and was tongued out and his moaning increased.

In a short while. his resistance was work on and his muscular nipples were teased and a finger was place in his asshole, and his sexual groans increased as another finger found it way inside him.  He shook with passion and when Garret moved back up to his bod, he lubricated his dripping prick  which was about to explode and he rubbed it against the man now slightly open anus and he rubbed up and down it sharing proper full on kisses.

Overcome with lust he placed his dick on the man asshole and pushed in and entered him. He knew he was not going to last long and within a few minutes he ejaculated inside the man expanding hole and he collapse on top on him, thus pushing himself further onside him and they look at each other and started to laugh.

“Sorry” Garret gasped “That was too much” and in response the man open his legs wider and pulled him into him and moaned as he slid deeper into him. “Oh you want it?” “Yes, Yes” he moaned and still hard. Garret started to slid in and out of him and look at his Fit Younger neighbour, whose eyes were shut and he was muttering in his own language.

Latching his lips on to his, Garret started to fuck him slow and deep making him groan and the guy open his eyes and looked at him in surprise. Holding his head and grasping his thick dark hair, Garret was passionately kissing him and holding him lovingly. His other hand was gripping the Man Phat Beefy  Hairy Ass and he was pumping away insider him, stirring his Man Cunt making him pant and moan at the new found sensation of having his Anal Virginity taken.

His sweet spot being hit repeatedly as his moans and screams increased. He was confused as to why he found himself in the position, as he intended to hit the man for spying on him talking sneaky pictures without his consent, yet here he  was being fucked in his ass and was loving it and he came again just thinking about it.  Garret came at the same time and fell on top of him and kept on thrusting his hips.

After a while he said, “Let’s Go To Bed” and got off the guy and pulled him up, and they hugged kissed some more. Garret turn him round and entered him from behind, and cock walked him into the spare bedroom, stopping to pound in to him every few seconds. There they fucked for hours not caring about the time or anything.

“What’s Your Name” Garret asked? “Hakann”  he replied shyly and they kissed. “Do You Want To Fuck Me?” “No, No” he replied and squeezed his hole and moved back and forth on the older Black Mans Prick, which soon lost another load. The man was taken in a number of positions he had never seen or heard of as sexual material was limited in his country.

He was strictly a Missionary position man with his Wife and previous Girlfriends. So being taking like this was in his eyes a unusual great experience, and he love being taken from behind and standing up and slamming himself onto the older Black Man’s Pricks riding the man to Cumpletion. He adopted this role of being on the bottom and loved controlling his body to bring older Black guy off.

They were just getting into a last hard fuck, and Hakann’s prostrate was being hit repeatedly and Garret was on top of him, biting his neck and plowing into his hot mushy Beefy Ass Pussy, which was making squelching noises and his hand was over his mouth as he pound into him making him squeal.

“Oh God, this is too much” he thought as he came again and was pulled on his side and banged out making him wailed in total submission, and all of a sudden he tensed up and had an Anal Orgasm and looked frighten and was kissed and fucked though it. Garret followed this with his spurting a load of pent up Cum, as he was holding off coming and flooded the man spasming colon.

Suddenly as it was dark, and not hearing the front door open, the light went on and standing there looking at them was Johan, Garret’s Partner and he was not looking happy. Coming to they could hear a women talking on the phone outside the front door. “Oh My God, That’s My Wife,” Hakann cried panicking,  “She Cannot Find Me HERE” he pleaded.

“I Ought To Kill You For Fucking With My Man Here!” Johan snarled, “Wait Here” and he went back to the door and told the women her husband was not here, and she left still talking in the phone. He came back into the room and Hakann looked fearful, embarrassed, and thankful at the same time that he was not exposed to his loving wife and looked at him sheepishly.

“You Stay There” Johan snarled and pulled Garret out of the room and Hakann heard lots of yelling and crashing of things, being smashed and sound of some one being slapped about, for a long while. It then went quiet and he thought “I better get up and see what is going on and leave.” He walked into the sitting room to find it in a mess and Garret ‘face was slightly swollen and he was staring at his Long Term Partner in regret.

Not wanting to cause any more drama Hakann tried to apologise. “It’s not your fault, it my cheating Man Here, he can’t help himself. “Who Are You” and he tried explaining and spotting Garret’s phone, he picked it up. He went to the window mimicking his taking sneaky photos of him.

“OH FOR FUCK SAKE, NOT THIS AGAIN GARRET!” Johan sighed. “Really haven’t you learn from the last time when we had to leave our last Apartment quick time.” “ Sorry Johann, I can’t help myself.” Garret sniffed.

Seeing the loving exchange between them despite the anger in Johan face, Hakann still naked and leaking cum from his asshole, walked over to Johan and said, “You Fuck Me Now OK.” The man did not need asking twice as he was hard as fuck, looking at the delectable younger Swarthy Dark Middle Eastern neighbour, who had also caught his eyes, but he was more subtle than Garret.

Johann dropped his trouser, hissed “Close the curtains for fuck sake man” at his Partner and entered the man hot succulent Cummy Asshole and banged him out in 5 minutes flat, placing his hand over his mouth as he was extra rough and the man was screaming.

“Come” he said cock walking him to their bed. and he banged him out for the next two hours. Garret was upset and jealous, but what could he do. So he cleaned up and had shower and something to eat, playing the radio so that he could try to drown the noise out.

“Garret Come Here” he heard Johan calling him. He entered the room to find Hakann riding his man and it cut him to the quick, and he felt like he had been kicked in the stomach.  “It not nice is it You Cheating Greedy Bastard” Johan snapped “I had the same look when I caught you fucking Hakann here, however he wants you to come in as say he wasn’t too feels us both inside him.”

“So slide your Cheating Dick next to mine, as this Insatiable Fucker needs a Double Fucking in his sloppy hole, as he is a quick learner, you have taught him well. “What?” Johan snapped, “Garret My Love” you are hard as fuck, now slide your hard cheating dick into Hakann’s Sloppy Man Cunt.” He did not need asking twice and lined his prick up and slid it into the guys now gaping hole, fuck know what Johan had done to him but he was look fuck drunk and was drooling.

Garret entered Hakann, making him squeal, but he had no issue, taking both of them and as he was facing Johan, they were kissing passionately and he turn his head and did the same to Garret. Between them, he rode them till the next morning getting taken by both of them side by side as his had multiple orgasms and they could not keep up with him.

They fell asleep exhausted and when  they woke up he was gone. They went for a piss and crawled back to bed sleeping to midday. They finally woke up had coffee and talked about the situation and Garret apologised for his voyeuristic behaviour.

“Forget it but be careful as we don’t want trouble, we are tolerated but it this gets out it will bring trouble and we may have to move Apartments again”. “I know” he said kicking himself. “Hakann is hot though isn’t he?” “Yeah where are the pictures” and he produced them and the video. Better delete them he was advise and he did as he had the memories of Fucking his Straight Man Ass.

A few days had passed and they received knock on the door late at night. Standing there in pair of Black Gym Shorts and Vest was Hakann and with him, was the Estate Agent who had shown him the Apartment, as forementioned above, who was dressed identically and he turned and showed off his Phat Horse Ass and shook it about. “Fuck Me Sideways” Garret said in Lust.

“Came We Come In?” Hakann asked looking nervous. “Yes Sure.” “ Hey Johan looks who is here?” and he came to find them standing there and said, “Come In, Is everything ok?” “Yes I was talking to my friend Mazlum here and he wants to” and he stopped. Johan walked up to him and started to Molest and Manhandled his Horse Buns.

Garret did the same to Hakann and they swapped and were soon making out with them and soon they had their Dicks buried inside the Swarthy Dark Middle Eastern Men Assholes, as they cried out as they both came at the same time underneath them smiling at each other. Mazlum was a bigger Ass Whore than his Pal Hakann, but that’s another story….

Nemo me impune lacessit: No one provokes me with impunity. Would that I had heeded the inscription upon the shield of the mighty Achilles, then might my fate have been different. The gods willed otherwise. No doubt you have heard the legends of how the thrice-blessed Achilles, son of the immortal gods, sailed with King Agamemnon’s thousand ships to recapture the fair Helen, the most beautiful woman that ever lived. Yes, I stole Helen from Greece, brought her to Troy, and this is my fate. Not a fate you will find recounted in your books, for it is a fate too dark to be recorded in written words. Your scholars shun the truth; find it hard to accept the ways of our ancient world. Read on if you dare, believe what you will, it matters little to me. I am bound to serve Achilles for all eternity and naught can change that.

I did not fear Achilles when his ships beached upon our shores. The gods decreed that he might not be killed by mortal swordsmen, but I am no swordsman. I, Paris, Prince of Troy, am the finest archer that ever lived: firing an arrow into Achilles’ one weak spot, that vulnerable heel by which his mother held him when he was dipped into the waters of immortality held no difficulty for me. Let Achilles challenge the warriors of Troy to combat if he dare: I could defeat him. Or so I thought. It does not pay to challenge the gods, they defend their own.  I know that now, to my great cost.

The gods did not favour me upon that fateful day.  The mighty Achilles, clad in armour wrought in volcanic fires by the god Hephaestus himself, was the first of the Greeks to leap from their ships. Fearless, he stormed the beach and slaughtered many of our finest warriors. I held my ground, waiting the moment when a clear shot might send a deadly arrow deep into Achilles’ heel. In vain I waited: no arrow could pierce that god wrought armour, nor could mortal man ever slip past Achilles’ faithful guard and shield bearer, Patroklos, and strike that one point which would end Achilles’ days. Wherever Achilles fought, there by his side was his cousin Patroklos, a youth closer than kin.

My arrows were of no use against a son of gods. Twice I drew my bow and struck his shield, twice the arrows failed to penetrate. A third shaft bounced cleanly off the bronze greaves that guarded his ankles: Patroklos with his own shield struck down my fourth from the very air itself.

Nor was that the least of my woes upon that fateful morn. Hard pressed on all sides, my valiant Trojan warriors were forced back unto the very gates of Troy by those Greek hordes, leaving me alone, isolated there upon the Scaean Plain. First abandoned by the gods, now I was left by my own comrades. Seeing my fate, Patroklos raced forth from the Greek masses and seized me as his prisoner, dragging me off into captivity. I feared for my life: now I know that the gods had deemed death too good an end for me. I fought, and fought hard, but I was no match for the mighty Patroklos, second only in strength and skill at arms to Achilles himself. 

Bloodied and without hope of salvation, I was hauled from the field of war, dragged far from my beloved Troy and stripped of my bow, my sword, my armour. Once a Prince of Troy, famed for wealth and power, now I was a mere captive, a slave to be bought and sold, to be used and abused as he wished, by Achilles himself.

Yes, used and abused. That is the way of the Greeks, and Achilles, as befits his status, was foremost amongst all. My hands bound, I was dragged by Patroklos to Achilles’ tent, presented as gift to his lover. The Greeks around scorned and jeered, they knew my fate. I had taken Helen, now Achilles would take me.

My struggles were useless. Once within the tent that Achilles and Patroklos shared, I was handed over to the watchful care of two of Achilles’ servants, Leitus and Gavan, mere boys in most men’s eyes but warriors proven in many a battle. These beautiful, slender youths, chosen as much for their looks as their fighting prowess, never once let me from their sight, offered no hope of respite. It was clear to me that my fate would be to spend my life as they did, serving mighty Achilles, doing his every bidding, my body a mere possession that he would use at will.

Patroklos returned, stripped of his armour, his body half naked, revealing the muscular physique of a true warrior. Laughing with the boys, he grabbed my hands, forced me to my feet, pushed me forward to the inner chamber where Achilles himself was waiting. A sharp blow from Leitus to the back of my legs knocked me to my knees once more. For a moment no-one spoke, then Patroklos stepped forward, kissed Achilles tenderly on the lips and turned to the boys.  “A gift my lord, Paris, Prince of Troy. See how are the mighty fallen.”

Achilles laughed, then nodded to Leitus and Gavan. “Strip him.”  The two stepped forward, naked but for their sword belts, their cocks erect in anticipation of the events to come. Firm hands grabbed hold of my tunic, ripping it apart, allowing it to fall at my feet. I stood naked before them. There was a moment’s silence and then Leitus reached out and grabbed hold of my cock, squeezing it hard, dragging me forward towards Achilles’ bed. 

“Look at the size of this dick,” he said, “no wonder Helen left Greece. It’s huge. It seems it is true what they say about Trojan men, and our prince here looks to be the best of them all.” He continued to squeeze my cock, his strong fingers expertly grasping my soft length as his thumb rubbed over the sensitive tip, stimulating it. Despite the pain, the humiliation of being paraded naked before Achilles, my cock began to stiffen. As Achilles and Patroklos watched, Leitus and Gavan began to explore my body, rubbing their hands over me, seeking to stimulate me, to make me ready for Achilles to use as he pleased. Every effort I made to twist away, to pull back from their wandering hands, was met by a savage tightening of the hand that Leitus kept firmly clamped around my cock and balls, a searing pain being the only reward for my struggles. Gavan mocked me, his hands caressing my arse as he smirked and pressed his own hard, six-inch boy cock tight against my thighs. “This might be smaller than your dick,” he said, “but it will fill your holes well enough.”

Leitus pushed me to my knees, turned me to face Gavan, held my head tight against his groin. Gavan rammed his cock, warm and stiff, deep into my throat, thrusting hard and fast, fucking my mouth. Leitus’s hand on my balls, his knife at my back, ensured that I kept my mouth open, that I allowed the young stud to do as he wanted to me. It didn’t take him long to cum, his young cock shooting his creamy spunk into my mouth. Gavan continued to thrust his cock into me as he cried out in pleasure. I choked and coughed, gagging on his dick, realising I must swallow if I were not to choke. That day I tasted sperm and humiliation for the first time.

Laughing, Leitus dragged me to my feet once more. “So, Paris, Prince of Troy, kneels before a mere Greek boy. What good now your title? Or this ?” He squeezed my cock once more, mocking its erect length. His own cock was hard, curving upwards, some seven inches perhaps of potent lust. He wanted my arse, wanted to plunge his dick deep into me, to take me for his own. He would too, I knew that, but the first to do so would be Achilles. Denied that pleasure, Leitus shoved me across the floor, throwing me upon the bed where naked Achilles lay, watching, laughing at my humiliation, my discomfort. My fear. As I waited for what was to come next, Leitus sneered and knelt down before the bed, pulling Gavan to him, sucking on his cock, taking the last of his sperm into his mouth.

Achilles sat up, the fire’s glow illuminating his muscular body. Slowly, gently, he reached out and took hold of my cock, gazing up into my face with eyes like fiery emeralds. Patroklos looked on eagerly as Achilles held my cock beside his own, studied them, smiled again. There was no malice in his eyes. He continued to look at my cock, comparing its stiff nine-inch length with his own, shorter dick. His eyes blazed once more, evoking new feelings deep within me. This was not the Achilles I had feared, the man I had expected mercilessly to fuck me, the man I expected to plunge his cock deep into my virgin arse, to rape me in front of the others.

“Fuck me.”

The words resounded around my head. “Fuck me.”  I could not believe what I was hearing. Achilles, the mighty Achilles, was asking me to fuck him. No, not asking. There was no begging in that voice. He was ordering me to fuck him. For a moment I stood there, confused, bewildered, as Achilles rolled back onto the bed and spread his legs.  Before I could move, Patroklos leaped forward and grabbed my arms, forcing me onto the bed between Achilles’ powerful thighs. “Fuck him, Trojan, give him your cock. Now !”  Leitus’s hand was at my neck again, the cold bronze of his knife pressed to my back. “Do it, Prince of Troy, fuck him ! Make him feel that Trojan cock.”

I reached out, looking into Achilles eyes, saw the desire burning deep in them. Well, if he wanted Trojan cock he would get it, but on my terms. He wouldn’t get to see me, wouldn’t look into my eyes and mock me as I fucked him. Taking him by the shoulders, I rolled him over, pushed his face down onto the bed. Achilles gasped, raised his arse, spread his legs. My cock was hard, 9 inches of stiff Trojan flesh, ready to make him squirm with pain. I lunged forward, driving my cock between his arse cheeks, thrusting deep into his hole in a single, violent stroke. Achilles cried out, his whole body tensing, wracked with pain and pleasure as I began to fuck him. All the anger pent up within me, the fear, the humiliation of my defeat, of being stripped naked, of being forced to suck Gavan’s cock, channelled through me, drove me into a frenzy of fucking. Yes, Achilles would feel Trojan cock. I rammed into him, hard and deep, ever faster, feeling his arse tighten around my hard throbbing length as I screwed him.

Beneath me, Achilles cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, driving back onto my furious dick, his powerful body delighting in the violation he was experiencing. Patroklos, his cock being worked by Leitus and Gavan in turn, watched in awe, relishing the sight of his gift to Achilles being so well received. I continued to pound away at the Greek arse, thrusting ever deeper, making the mighty Achilles writhe beneath my onslaught. His cries and moans filled the tent, must have been clearly audible to the masses of troops outside. They would hear the mighty Achilles skewered by Trojan cock.

We fucked for what seemed like an eternity, the demi-god’s perfect physique impaled on my cock, crying out in pain and passion. I felt my balls tighten, knew I was about to cum. Yes, let him do to me as he would, Achilles now was to take Trojan sperm deep inside him. With a cry of victory almost drowning out his own passion, I came deep within him, a torrent of hot Trojan sperm filling his arse, flooding him, leaking out alongside my shaft with my last few thrusts, splattering over his arse.

Exhausted, I collapsed at the base of his bed, tangled in the single silken sheet that covered it. Achilles, freed from my pounding, rolled over, lay on his back. His eyes looked into mine, burning into my heart. There was magic within their fire. For a moment he said nothing, then he turned to face Leitus and smiled. “He’s yours. Take him and fuck him…” As Leitus and Gavan scrambled forward and dragged me to their quarters, eager to satisfy their lusts, I turned and saw Patroklos and Achilles locked in a passionate embrace on that same bed. Achilles was well satisfied and now Patroklos would receive his reward.  Moments later, in the side chamber which served as the quarters for the two boys, I was bent forward, my hands tied to an iron post and my legs spread…

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So now you know the true story of my fall, how I was taken by the Greeks on the Scaean Plain and humiliated by them. Once a noble prince, proud son of Priam, King of Troy, now I am condemned by the gods to live as nothing more than a slave, naked and chained. My fate for violating the laws of hospitality and seducing the fair Helen is to serve the mighty Achilles for all eternity, pleasuring him at will, being used by his boys whenever they desire.

fuit Ilium…

I burst into tears. Allen was gone, and my life felt over. I laid down on the bed. I continued sobbing as the room became dark. I readjusted the pillow and found the t-shirt he wore just before bed.  It smelled like that shampoo he liked to use.  I held it close to me.  What possible reason would he have to leave?  I thought he was happy.

The alarm woke me, and I showered. My eyes were still red and puffy, and I felt like shit. I worried that my asshole boss might say the wrong thing, and I wouldn’t be able to hold back.

Work that day wasn’t too bad. The boss was in court all day, and as I got along with everyone, I was actually able to get a few things off my to-do list, but each time I paused, I thought of him.  I left the office at four and as I reached the corner where I first saw Allen, I didn’t want to go to an empty apartment.  I looked down the street at the Tarr Building. Was that the place Allen had been staying when I first met him?  He said he was staying in a basement using cardboard boxes to stay warm.

I decided to check it out. I walked toward the building and  tried to remember exactly what he had told me. He said that there were stairs that led down to the basement, but they were not visible from the street. The boarded-up ground floor windows lined the sidewalk. I looked up. The building was six stories tall; that was taller than most of the buildings built at the same time. Buildings from that period were not permitted to be any higher since firetrucks couldn’t reach those floors from the street.

The back of the building had an overgrown parking lot and too much trash. People had been dumping here. I saw what looked like a stairwell, and as I got closer, I realized that’s exactly what it was. There should have been a sign that read ‘Fucking scary stairwell’ with an arrow pointing to this very spot. Shit, what if there were drug addicts down there.  I saw some used condoms and some syringes on the steps.

My eyes misted up as I thought about Allen having to endure places like this. I prayed he’d be alright no matter where he was, but I hoped he would be down there as I made haste to descend the stairs. The heavy door opened noisily; there’d be no stealth entrance from me.

The door’s closing echoed through the void.  There was no one in the basement. It was cold, dank, and dimly lit from a few windows. I walked across the mostly empty space. Support columns were scattered throughout. Tears now filled my eyes as I realized that I had no other idea of where to look for Allen. I glimpsed a few cardboard boxes piled against a support column, and I walked over to them. Is this where he spent so many cold nights?  Alone.

And now I was alone.

Sitting on the cardboard, I hung my head between my knees. Tears hit the concrete.  “Oh, Allen, where are you?  Please come back to me.”  I sat back up, and my hand touched a t-shirt. I held it up; it had some Darth Vader saying on it.  I was about to toss it to the side when I realized that I’d bought the shirt for Allen. He’d been here. Was he here now hiding from me? Did he not realize that it was I who was here. Maybe he thought it was just someone

“Allen? Are you here? It’s Ethan.” I stood up and looked around.  “Allen!”  I began to sob.

Allen stepped from behind a concrete support. “Ethan?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you here? Do you know how hard it was to leave?”

“Allen, baby. I didn’t want you to leave,” I said. I fought the tears.

“I need to make it on my own,” he told me.

I stepped closer to him. “I don’t understand.”

“I have to prove to myself that I can make it on my own.”

“But you already have,” I said. “You survived on your own. Do you know how many people could have survived down here? Not many. You did. And think about how long you were on your own. Sure. You could do it again. I know you could. But you don’t have to. We have each other now; we can help each other survive.”

“But I don’t offer you anything, and you give me everything.”

“What do you mean? You give me everything. You give me a reason to get up in the morning. You give me hope that the day is going to be a better day than the day before. From the first day that we were together, you gave me hope and joy.  Come home with me, Allen.”

“I don’t want to go to school, Ethan. Not yet, anyway. I know you want me to.”

“Yes, I do, but I never said that was a requirement, only an option,” I was breathing heavily.

“I want to try to get a job first. I applied at the Food Town.”

“That’d be perfect. Depending on your schedule, you can ride the bus, or I can pick you up.” I looked into his eyes. I could see he wanted to come with me. “Fuck, Allen, come hug me.  I’ve been dying without you.”

He ran to me and grabbed me. “I can’t believe you came looking for me.”

“I love you.  Don’t you know that I love you?  Let’s go home.”

“Home.”

“That’s right. Our home,” I told him.

“My bag’s right here. Sorry about taking your laundry bag.”

“It’s our laundry bag. But since it’s in your possession, you get to do the washing this week.”

“Fuck that!” Allen exclaimed. “All my clothes are clean inside this bag.” He laughed and kissed me. “But I’ll gladly clean yours.”

When we got back, I made him take a shower first, and then I took mine and prepared myself. After the shower, I came into the living room and pulled his towel off. I sucked him a little and then rimmed him. I made him think that he was going to bottom for me. Then I got him hard.

“Allen, baby, my ass wants you inside.”

“But…”

“OK, my butt wants you inside. Stick your dick inside me, baby.” I got on my back and spread my legs. Allen slipped his cock into me. It was a perfect fit. Each stroke made me realize how fortunate I was.  I was so excited to have him back that I came quickly.

Allen continued to fuck me with a nice slow, even rhythm. “It may take me all night to do this right.”

“Statistically,” I said, “you’ve got about 30 years to practice before ED becomes a possible problem. Let’s not waste a minute.”

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Justin was worried about his roommate Kyle. How would he act toward him after having had a mind-blowing orgasm in the freshman’s talented mouth? Turns out they became closer in a friends-with-benefits kind of thing. Kyle was very enthusiastic to have his cock sucked by his hot roommate multiple times a day. The kid was always packing a load and Justin was happy to get one. Kyle’s cock felt like it was made for his mouth and throat. His cum had such a semi sweet flavor the teen had learned to crave.

The freshman could not believe how he had changed in the last few weeks. He was 100% straight until that amazing night at Blake’s cabin, having the most intense orgasms of his young life. The senior had brought out feelings that Justin never knew he had. Then Kiley had screwed him over and set him up to be raped. ‘That sure backfired on her.’ He grinned at the thought of the two big football studs that had spit roasted him that night.

The sex with the different guys over the last couple of weeks had been great, as he explored his new sexual appetite, but he missed Blake. Somehow the sex was different with him. He had spent very little time with him lately and that made the young stud ache in a way he had never felt before.

He texted Blake again. “Hey.” ‘What was the big stud doing this weekend?’ he thought. ‘For sure he would see him tomorrow at Monday’s practice.’ “You hungry?” asked Kyle as he burst through the door. Justin looked up at him, eyebrows raised and a slight grin. “No dude, not that. Pizza.” He laughed. “But wait, if you are down….” His voice trailed off as the teen dropped to his knees, pulling down his shorts.

As the young athlete made his way across campus, he heard a voice behind him. “Hey fresh, wait up.” Hollered Blake as he jogged up to the winger. “I’ve missed you bro.” Said the senior with a smile, placing his arm around the teen’s shoulder. “Why don’t you come to my place after practice and we can catch up?”

Justin smiled broadly. “That would be great.” He gushed, suddenly catching his emotions and toning it down. Blake smiled back and looked down at the handsome freshman, looking up at him. ‘What was it about this kid, that he felt this need to protect him, to touch him, to hold him? What was this mixture of feelings he felt for the boy? Why did he think about him every day?’ The big man wondered as they walked along the snow-covered sidewalk.

After practice Blake and Justin quickly walked across the frozen campus, shivering in the wind. They arrived at the big brick house, 4 houses down from the jock house and bounded up the stairs to Blake’s small apartment.

Blake turned and helped Justin take off his coat and laid it over the arm of a large chair. “I really did miss you fresh.” The defenseman pulled the young teen into a tight, full body embrace. Their bodies pressed together from their ankles to the sides of their face. They stood holding each other, feeling the warm air breathing on the exposed skin of their necks. He then pulled back slightly and planted his warm lips to the full lips of the smaller stud.

The freshman tilted his head back and moaned into the mouth of the defenseman, softly, yet passionately kissing his red lips. Clothes were peeled off in no time as the make out session became more intense. Blake picked up the athletic boy like he was nothing and carried him to his bedroom. He laid him down softly on the bed and covered him with his muscled body. The muscular senior moved down and took the young studs nipple in his mouth. He pleasured it with his tongue and light nips with his teeth, causing louder moans and whimpers to flow from the gasping boy’s mouth.

Moving slowly in a southerly direction, his square chin was rubbing on the sensitive head of the teen’s enlarged member as he drove his tongue into the boy’s recessed navel. He then opened his mouth and took the hard cock in. He licked the shaft as he slid his mouth lower taking the tool into his throat. The senior began to bob up and down on the cock. He quickly picked up the pace and force. Justin was holding his hands on the bobbing head giving him so much pleasure. The big man was driving the boy’s cock deep in his throat as he slammed his face into the kid’s pubes in each frenzied throat fuck.

“Oh god! I’m cumming!” shrieked the teen. The muscled senior slurped down the first huge blasts but saved the last couple in his mouth. He moved up and placed his cum coated mouth over the still panting mouth of the boy and shared a cum flavored kiss. The two sweaty bodies grinding together, their tongues licking and slurping the shared cum.

Justin broke the kiss and looked up into the big stud’s eyes with lust. “Fuck me please. I need your cock in me now. I can’t wait another second.” Begged the teen as he grasped his toned legs behind the knees and pulled back, exposing his boy pussy to the dripping cock of his muscled teammate.

The freshman grimaced at the insertion, as the big cock pushed its way into his sweat coated pussy. “Damn fresh, I almost forgot how tight and hot your ass is. You feel so fucking good!” Justin just wrapped his arms around the big, muscled torso above him and wrapped his legs around the hips of the man driving into his hole. His heel wedged into the stud’s crack, pushing against his hole with each powerful thrust, helping drive the big cock into him with even greater force.

“Oh fuck yeah. Fuck me with that big cock. Fuck me harder.” Panted the delirious boy. Blake was getting close. His nipples rubbing on the slick chest below him, the heel driving into his rose bud was giving him unexpected pleasurable sensations. The boy’s tight, hot, silky smooth ass was pushing the big stud over the edge. “FUCK, FUCK, OH YEAH! He shouted as he pumped his load into his gasping teammate.

“Damn fresh. Did you cum again?” Justin blushed. “I couldn’t help it. Your big cock just feels so good.” Blake held his hands on each side of the kids cute red face, his thumbs brushing the even redder cheeks. He lifted the wingers head to meet their lips together in another long passionate kiss.

His cock was still buried in the cum filled hole and had hardly started to soften, when the kiss brought it back to full mast. The senior began moving his hips back and forth again in the slick hole. “You ready for round two fresh?” “Hell yeah stud. Give me another load.”

The two teammates sat together on Blake’s couch, his big, muscled arm around the younger stud, the boy’s head nestled against his broad chest.

“Do you remember that jerk Austin? The one who assaulted you?”

“Yeah.” Justin replied sadly.

“That’s where I was last weekend. I collected on his debt for the hotel room damage. I don’t want to tell you too much, but let’s just say he was a truck stop cum dump. I am confident he regrets what he did to you. And given the size of one telephone pole I saw him take up his ass, I’m sure he will be walking funny for a week.” Laughed the senior.

“It wasn’t that bad, bro. I don’t want you to get in trouble. Don’t you think Austin paid his dues in the hotel room the next night?”

“Nobody has the right to touch you like he did. To hurt you. Nobody!” said an angry Blake. “To tell you something else, fresh.” Blake looked down, with tears in his eyes, at the handsome boy in his arms. “I am really sorry I told you to blow that trucker on the way back from the cabin. I didn’t know you then, like I do now. I had no right. I did not even consider your safety. I am so…” Justin put his index finger to the lips of the visibly shaken stud. “It’s ok. Really.” As he pressed his lips against his teammates.

“I may need your help on Saturday, if you are down for it. Coach asked me to do something about Caleb and Hunter. Their spat, fight, issue, whatever it is, is affecting the chemistry of the team.”

* * *

Hunter and Blake sat in the front seats of the Colorado with Justin in the back as they drove North. Blake had told Hunter that he needed his help getting a desk from the cabin for his apartment.

Once at the cabin, the guys were hanging out enjoying a cold beer. Blake was fiddling around with a roll of duct tape, tossing it in the air as they shot the shit.

“Might as well get this thing loaded. The desk is back here in the bedroom.” The boys followed their teammate into the other room.

“Fresh, do you think you could break your wrists apart if they were bound with duct tape?” said Blake casually. “Yeah, I’ve never tried it, but I think so. Why do you ask?”

“Let’s give it a try, in case you’re ever kidnapped.” The big senior laughed. “Put your hands behind your back.” He wrapped one layer around the boy’s wrists, with the kid between him and Hunter. He cut a slit in the tape, out of sight of the other teammate. “Ok, go.” Justin struggled a little per the plan, to make it look difficult and then broke free.

“Holy shit, fresh. You did it. I thought duct tape was supposed to be like handcuffs. Hunter, see if you can do it.”

Hunter downed the last of his beer. “Get me another will ya? Blake’s off on some weird tangent.” He laughed to the freshman.

“Hold your wrists together while I get the duct tape on.” Blake wrapped four layers around the hot stud’s wrists. “Hey, that sounds like more tape than you put on Justin.”

“Yeah it is.” Said Blake as he pushed Hunter backwards onto the bed and landed on top of the surprised studs chest. With his hands taped together behind his back and under him and with the big defenseman sitting on his chest, the hot centerman couldn’t move. Justin appeared and quickly yanked off Hunters shoes and socks. He undid the thrashing boy’s pants and pulled them off along with his underwear.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Yelled a confused Hunter as Justin duct taped his ankles together. Blake took a piece of tape and put it over the yelling teammates mouth. He unbuttoned his shirt and rolled it off the hot jock’s shoulders and down to the taped hands.

They both looked down at the naked and bound hot stud laying on the bed, his eyes wide with hurt and confusion.

“Now look. You and Caleb are fucking up our team with your fight.” Blake began sternly. “You guys were best of friends and now you won’t even talk to each other. I know you said it’s Caleb, but he says it’s you. I think it has something to do with you guys making out when we were fucking Austin. Yeah I saw it. You fuckers are going to get this all straightened out here and now. I’m really sorry for tying you up, but this shit has to end. Do you understand bro?” Blake asked with concern in his eyes. Hunter calming down, nodded his head.

“Listen, Caleb is going to be here in a little bit. He has no idea about any of this. I am only getting you two together, so you can work this out. You had better, because coach has decided to kick two of our best players off the team. I begged him to give me one chance to get you two to agree to a truce, so don’t fuck it up.”

Justin and Blake heard a car pull up. They closed the bedroom door and sat down in the living area, cracking another beer.

Caleb walked in and looked at Justin. “You have a lot more clothes on than the last time I saw you here.” The goalie joked, as the kids face turned crimson.

“Glad you could make it. I appreciate your help. Go get yourself a beer. Hey, can I borrow your Jeep. Like an idiot I forgot to get gas and got here on fumes. I need to go fill up a can at the station by the highway.”

“No problem, I’ll come with you.”

“Dude you just got here. Sit down, have a beer. I’ll take fresh here and we’ll be back before you know it.”

“I am rather thirsty.” Said the goalie as he tossed his keys over and headed to the fridge.

Blake and Justin hopped in the goalies Jeep and drove off down the narrow two track. Caleb cracked the Labatt Blue, looked out the window and watched his teammates drive away. He looked around the living area of the small cabin. As he turned to sit down on the easy chair by the window, he thought he heard a sound coming from the bedroom. He walked closer to the closed bedroom door.

He heard it again. It sounded like a muffled voice. The curious goalie pushed open the door and his mouth dropped open in shock. In front of him was his best friend, naked, laying bound on the bed.

“What the hell?” as he raced over to Hunter and pulled the tape from his mouth. “What are you doing here? Why are you tied up? What the fuck is going on?”

“Coach is going to kick us off the team.” Blurted out the hot stud. “Our issue with each other is fucking up the chemistry of the team and coach said we are done.”

“He can’t get rid of his best center and number one goalie.” Said Caleb with concern.

“Blake begged coach to give him a chance to get us to talk to each other, so he set this up.”

“So you knew about this?” said an instantly pissed Caleb.

“Hell no. You think I would agree to be taped up and stripped naked? Are you fucking nuts?”

“I’m sorry bro. I know you wanted to talk, and I wasn’t ready. I had to get my head straight. I tried to call you on the way up here, to let you know I wanted to talk. I didn’t realize you were all tied up.” He joked.

“Ha ha. Very funny. Let’s talk but get this god damn tape off me.”

“Ah, I think I want to wait on that for just a bit.” Caleb said with a slight grin. “It’s taken me a while to come to terms with this and I want you to listen till I am done. Also you can’t punch me out if you’re tied up.”

“What are you talking about bro? I would never punch you. You mean too much to me.” The hot stud said softly.

“Ok, Hunter, let me get this out.” Caleb let out a long sigh. “The first time you kissed me it was during a crazy fuck session while we were double dicking Justin. I thought it was just a heat-of-the-moment thing, but I felt something. Neither of us brought it up after, so I tried to put it out of my mind.”

“Then it happened the second time. I knew it wasn’t another heat-of-the-moment thing. I wanted it to last longer. I wanted it to happen again. It was all I could think about when we went down to the bar. By the time we got back to the room, all I wanted to do was kiss you. We made out and it was great.”

“Then it took a turn I wasn’t expecting. I know it sounds crazy, but I did not think about going further. When we did the 69 and I lay there with cum in my mouth, I freaked out. I’m not gay!”

“Dude, I’m not…” Caleb cut him off with a raised ‘stop’ hand.

“What I figured out over the last week or so, is that I want to be with you. Not being around you made me very sad, made me physically hurt. I couldn’t sleep. Each time I saw you, even across the rink it gave me this feeling, I can’t explain it. I realized that when we laid tight together, our skin pressed together, our lips pressed together was a feeling I wanted much more of. Even more so when we were, um, ah, you know, sucking each other.”

“I know we are best friends and I desperately do not want to lose that, but I like kissing you and I realize I want more.” Caleb was looking at the wall, tears running down his cheeks. “You probably do not want to hang with me anymore and I understand that. I just care about you too much to keep this feeling from you. I’m sorry, but I can’t make it go away. God knows I’ve tried.”

“Caleb, look at me.” Hunter whispered. “I could have said those exact same words to you. Why do you think I texted you like 10 thousand times since the tournament? I was dying thinking I’d lost you. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t breathe. I finally figured out that I would not feel that strongly about my best friend, that you had to mean more than that to me. Caleb, I love you.” Hunter now had tears as he choked out the words.

Caleb looked down at the handsome stud, both teammates with tears running down their faces as he bent down and took Hunter’s head in his hands and placed his lips against the lips of his best friend. After a long passionate kiss, Caleb sat up and looked at Hunter. “I love you too.”

“I’ve just got two things to say to you. 1, get this god damn tape off me! 2, So I can rip the clothes off that gorgeous body of yours.” Hunter said with a playful smile, flashing his deep dimples and fighting back the emotional shit.

Caleb rolled the athletic stud over on his stomach and ran his hands softly, slowly down his back, over his nice round hockey butt and down the inside of his thighs to the taped ankles.

“You’re killing me bro.” Hunter groaned, straining against his bindings, his cock rock hard.

Caleb peeled off the tape holding the stud’s ankles together. He then reversed the caressing process moving back up the hot stud’s body, causing more moans to escape from Hunter’s full lips.

The goalie bent his head down and began to kiss, lick and then suck the fingers of the bound hands, relishing giving pleasure, measured by the increasing volume of moans and grunts coming from his teammate.

He kicked off his shoes and socks, peeled off his shirt and laid down on top of the handsome kid. He placed his crotch on the still bound hands, behind Hunter’s back and laid his bare chest down on the muscled back of the prone center. The skin-to-skin contact sending jolts through the sensory receptors of the two young studs.

Hunter moved his hands and fingers, massaging the hard cock and balls concealed behind pants and undergarment of the stud on top of him. Caleb was kissing the back of the muscled neck and moved his lips around to the side, licking and sucking as he went.

“Oh yeah. Aaaahhhhhhh.” The hot stud moaned as his teammate’s body pressed down on his naked, still partially bound body, while caressing his neck with soft lips and tongue.

Caleb moved off the moaning stud and slipped out of his pants. He pushed the athletic thighs apart and pulled the heavy sac back to his mouth.

“Oh god! Oh that feels so good. Oh yeah.” The goalie licked and sucked on the full balls, his nose pressed into the lower crack of the hot bound stud. He moved his hands to the muscled globes and began to massage and rub, pressing them up into his face, driving greater verbal appreciation from the prone boy.

Caleb moved his nose up the crack licking along as he went, going higher and higher.

“HOLY SHIT.” Screamed Hunter when the hot tongue hit his rose bud. “HOLY SHIT, OH FUCK, OH FUCK BRO.” As the tongue circled his hole and pressed in over and over. A finger moved up to join the probing tongue in the tight, slick virgin hole. Another finger soon joined in the saliva slickened hole.

“Dude, Fuck me. Put your cock in me.”

“Are you sure man? It might…” “SHUT THE FUCK UP AND FUCK ME!”

“Ok, but we might need a little more lube.” Said a grinning Caleb as he moved over and placed his cock in front of the bound kids face. Hunter immediately took the cock in his mouth and sucked like a man possessed. He than spit the leaking tool out.

“Now get that fucking pole in my ass and fill me with your cum.” The hot boy demanded.

Caleb placed a small pillow under the hips of his teammate and lined his dripping cock up against the toned stud’s pucker. “Yeah, push it in me.” Caleb moved his muscular hips forward and felt his cock head breach the tight hot sphincter.

“AAARRRGGGG.” “Are you ok? Should I stop?” Caleb said with concern. “No. Just give me a minute to adjust to your huge cock.”

Caleb felt the stud push back against his hard phallus, pushing another inch of the tool into his steaming orifice. The goalie took the hint and pushed forward sinking in halfway.

“Fuck, dude. You are so fucking tight.”

“Push it all in bro. Get this part over with.”

Caleb leaned forward and buried his cock into the hot boy pussy of his handsome teammate. He laid down on Hunter’s back again and nipped at the back of his neck, letting the stud get used to the invading rod.

He rotated his hips around moving his cock in the no longer virgin hole causing the stud below to emit a moan from his lips. Caleb lifted his hips off the muscled ass and slid back down, slowly starting the fuck. Hunter moaned again. “Oh yeah, yeah, push it in.”

The goalie picked up the pace. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah, hit that spot again. OH. That’s it. Fuck me like you mean it bitch!”

Caleb pulled his cock all the way out and slammed it back in. “FUCK! FUCK! Oh yeah.” The hot stud on the bottom panted. He pushed in and out harder and harder, his young body’s instincts taking over. Fucking for the need to cum and breed the hot hole giving him so much pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum!”

“Fucking breed my hole!”

Both stud’s stiffened as their young bodies gripped in an intense orgasm. An intensity obtained when fucking someone you have a close, emotional attachment to. Fucking someone you love.

Caleb lay on top, cock still sheathed in the freshly bread hole, both stud’s sweating and panting from the fuck of a lifetime.

“Dude, you ready to untie my hands yet or you gonna fuck me again?” Hunter said weakly.

“Both.”

Caleb ripped the tape off his bud’s wrist and flipped him on his back. He put the muscular legs on his shoulders and drove his cock back into the loosened and cum slickened hole.

“UUuuuunnnnnn. Yeah fill me up again.” Hunter reached up and pinched the hard nipples of the now thrusting goalie.

“Oh yeah. Fuck bro you feel so good. Had I known your ass would be so fucking hot, I would have drilled you a long time ago.”

“Had I known your cock would feel so good in my ass, I would have begged you to. Fuck me harder man. Fucking wreck that ass.”

The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Caleb pounded into the tight confines of his teammate’s pussy. Hunter continued to work his nipples causing louder and louder moans and grunts to emanate from the goalies parted lips.

Hunter lifted up off the bed and took the boy’s nipple in his mouth and began to suck the sensitive bead.

“Ahhhh Fuck yeah. Suck that tit boy.”

Caleb was now fucking in and out like a mad man. Rubbing his hands all over his sweating buddy, while driving his hard cock as far up into the hot body as he could.

“OH GOD! OH FUCK! I’m cumming!” He cried as he pumped another load in deep.

The goalie lay on top of the centerman panting as he came down from his orgasm. Hunter rolled him off of him and on to his back. He moved over Caleb and began to kiss him, licking the sweat from his lips and then driving his tongue into the kids mouth.

He moved his hips between the goalie’s legs, pushing them apart and began pushing his hips forward. His hard cock pressed into the crack and against the virgin pucker.

He broke the kiss and looked down at his friend. “I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you?”

“I want you to fuck me but take it slow. It looked like it hurt at first, but I fucked the cum out of you the first time, so it must have gotten better.” He looked up at Hunter with a sexy smile.

“Let me grab some lube. I know Blake keeps some in the nightstand.”

Hunter squirted some lube on the virgin hole he was about to stretch. He worked it in with one then two fingers. “God you are tight.”

“Oh god how many fingers to you have up there? Give me a minute to adjust.”

Hunter began to lube up his rigid cock, he wanted it in Caleb’s pussy NOW.

“Lay down on the bed on your back. You are a little too anxious and I want that pole of yours to go in slow.”

Hunter laid down and Caleb straddled his ripped abs. He put his hands on the muscular, hair covered thighs as the goalie reached back and grasped the stud’s drooling cock. He lowered his ass till he could feel the blunt tool pressing on his rose bud.

He pushed down and the lubed head popped past his tight sphincter, producing dual “OH FUCKs” from both boys. Remembering Hunter’s comment about ‘getting this part over with,’ he sat all the way down on the long tool.

“HOLY SHIT! OH MY GOD! Your ass is like a molten vice grip on my cock.”

“Your cock feels way bigger than it looked. God I think it’s going to come out my throat.”

“I thought you were going to take it slow bro. You have the entire thing up your ass and it feels so fucking good.”

“Just give me a minute.” Gasped the goalie. “I’m having a hard time breathing. I think it is pushing the air out of my lungs. How long does it take for the pain to stop?”

Hunter reached up and pinched both nipples on the red-faced goalie. He worked them with his fingers changing the gears in Caleb’s mind.

“Oh you fucker.” The goalie said to the grinning stud.

He lifted his hips up sliding up the hard pole and then back down hard. Wiping the grin from his bud’s face replaced by an open-mouthed loud groan. “AAAAUUUUUHHHHHH. Damn that is so fucking good.”

Caleb was now bouncing up and down on his teammate’s rock-hard cock. His feelings of pain were now replaced by building pleasure as the long cock hit his boy button.

Hunter’s well-toned young legs were lifting him up off the bed to drive his cock into the hot pussy as it came down, adding to the impact of stud slamming into stud. Groans, moans and shouts of ecstasy filled the room from the two lovers as they were lost in frenzied passion.

Hunter grasped Caleb’s bouncing cock and began to pump as he continued to thrust up into the hot channel. His hand was a blur as his head was bent back, mouth gapped open and eyes rolled back in his head. “FUCK!! I’M CUMMING!”

Caleb felt the blasts of hot semen begin to pump into his no longer virgin pussy. He was being bred by his best friend and love of his life. He could feel his mate’s seed pulsing shot after shot. As if connected to the cum being pumped into him, his cock erupted pumping cum out. The first jet landed in an arc from Hunters eyebrow, across his nose and into his still gasping, open mouth. The second landed on his sculpted pec and the rest onto his well-defined abs.

He looked down at the boy who had just bred him and saw the soft, love-filled eyes looking back up at him. Tears began to flow as he bent down and pressed the stud’s lips to his. They kissed tenderly, hands holding faces, running through hair, touching, feeling, loving.

The two lovers lay side by side on the bed in a tender embrace. The tips of their noses touching, staring into each other’s eyes, hands gliding over wet muscular young bodies. They had always been close but thinking they had lost each other just a few hours ago, to now having consummated their love for each other, was this complete euphoric feeling neither had ever had. So much more than sex, it was like the melding of two young bodies and minds had just occurred.

“I never want to get out of this bed. I can’t stop touching you.” Hunter finally said to the tear-stained face of his teammate as he brushed an errant strand of hair from the goalie’s eye.

“I love you Hunter. I love you. I love you.” Said the athletic young goalie choking back soft sobs. “I’m sorry I couldn’t say it before. It’s just that I love you Hunter.”

Hunter looked lovingly at his tough teammate, emotions reducing him to tears. “Stop this shit, bro.” He teased, smiling and flashing his deep dimples. “You are going to make me cry too. My heart is full. I love you too Caleb.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against the salty lips of his hot boyfriend.

“Coach didn’t like us when we were fighting. Think he’ll like us better when we’re fucking?” Said Hunter half joking, then covering his goalie’s lips with another passionate kiss.

“Take your clothes off, Dad,” I said simply, because I wanted to see him naked. Wanted to see that big dick of his, all hard for me and what we did in secret. And yeah, the exploring I’d been doing the past few semesters with other dudes had me kind of into other dudes’ bods now. I knew Dad still had a good one. I’d gotten everything but my hair color from him, and he still had that powerful bigness he’d used as such a weapon in his own football years.

Dad had that deer-in-the-headlights look, but when I tugged on the bottom of his polo shirt, he got the message. Slowly slipped it up and off, baring his big, hairy chest, silver streaks mixed into the dark fur on his big, meaty pecs. He looked like Coach did, that kind of big chest, thick torso, a few extra pounds, but he was a big dude with a big frame, so it worked on him. Not fat – thick. Then his shorts came down his big thighs, and he was throwing a good-sized tent in his FTLs. He paused, blushing, with his thumbs in the waistband of them, and I just nodded and watched. And then, there it was – the cock he’d made me with. A big dick on a big guy – but I was bigger. I liked that. Maybe that’s why he loved to swallow mine as much as he did. Yeah. That had to be it. My Dad was a secret cockhound, and his son had the big cock he craved most of all.

He was eyeing me up pretty hard, that pretty big dick of his pointing up towards the ceiling as his eyes looked me over from head to toe. I laced my fingers behind my head, feeling real fuckin’ good about how I looked – I could see it in the mirror, especially in this pose, with my biceps popping, my pecs stetching out real big, my quads tensed, gold fur on my chest and my thighs and in my pits, a lazy smile on my face. Most of all, that big dick of mine, all glossy with Dad’s spit and standing damn near vertical. I could tell he liked what he saw. I liked that he liked it.

Dad started to go to his knees again, ready to go back to licking and slobbering up my hefty piece, ready to suck it hungrily back down his talented throat, but I put my hand on the underside of his chin to stop him. He gave me that hungry, confused look again, as I guided his face closer to my body. I used my other hand to push his head down, below my cock, down towards the floor, until he got the message and dropped to his hands and knees. It took him a minute. Guess he had some of that internal resistance going on. Fighting in his mind over what should be, and what was gonna be. But he dropped down anyway, and then I raised my leg a little, brushing the gold hair of my shin against his chin, his lips, pointing my toes to make the big muscles of my calves bulge.

“Start there, Dad,” I said. “Work your way up. C’mon – I put a lot of work into this big bod. Show me how much you like it. Show me how good I’ve done.”

Another pause from him, and then I felt his lips purse, and kiss the warm tanned skin of my shin. He took my lower leg in both hands, and started to kiss it, lick it, work his way up it. Even ducked his head around to run his tongue up those big rocks of my calves, and the way he did it made me shiver inside a little. That kicker back at school had worshipped the fuck out of my big linebacker ass – well, most of it – but this was different. This was a first. I liked it.

I watched Dad with curiosity and more and more excitement, as he started to use his hands as well as his lips. He was a little tentative at first, like he was just learning how to do this, but this was the kind of thing that came natural to a certain kind of guy. And for all his big-chested, ex-ballplayer gruffness out there on the streets, in here, naked and cock-leaking on his knees as he worshiped his big young jock son, he was definitely that kind of guy.

Dad’s paws slid up either side of my thigh, squeezing in a way that both tickled a little and tingled a lot, as he licked up the long, thick bulge of my quads, grunting to himself when I flexed them up a little harder for him, showing him how I’d mastered the squat rack even better than I had back in high school. New goals, new routines, new heights – that was Coach Thornhill’s thing down at State. I was living it, and loving it, but not as much as Dad was right now. When he got to my hip, I kind of held my breath, waiting to see if he’d get all weak and just go back to sucking my cock, or if he’d really run with this.

He ran with it. Switched over to my left leg, went back down on hands and knees, and this time ran his tongue up from the top of my foot to my knee, and then up the side of my quads, in one slow, wet, unbroken line. Dropped back down to knee-level, and did the same up my inner thigh, and this time I couldn’t hide the twitch and shiver that ran through me, or stop the growl I let out at the sensation. He flicked his eyes up at me, and they crinkled around the edges in like a smile, almost, but he kept lapping up over my thigh, to my hip, through the edge of my thick, musky bush. And then he kept going up.

Dad’s hands slid up my lats real slow and appreciative, as he started to raise himself, licking his way over my abs, kissing them, burying his nose in my treasure trail and sniffing. When his bare shoulder brushed my cock, it bounced and blew bubbles of precum, left a big shiny streak of it on his shoulder, but he didn’t stop. His hands came up to knead my big pecs, encouraging me to flex them up for him, as he nuzzled up the deep valley between them, and I was starting to wonder who was leading who here. Was starting to lose my focus, to lose a little bit of my control, and this wasn’t about me giving up control. This was about me taking it, and keeping it, and showing Dad I knew what it was and how to use it.

When he sniffed and kissed and licked his way over my right pec, and then zeroed in on my big, stiff nip, I almost stopped him. But then he took it in his mouth with a husky grunt, wrapping his lips around it and sending an electric surge down my core to my cock. My nips are real sensitive, real nice to play with when I’m having some good naked fun, and it’s like he just knew that instinctively. Maybe his were wired that way too. Maybe I could…

No, fuck that. No. Uh-uh. This was my show, and as awesome as it felt having him suck on my big tit, even graze it with his teeth like some kind of fuckin’ sex pro, I wasn’t done with him yet. So I took hold of the back of his head, firm but gentle, and pulled him off it. He looked like he was gonna say something again, so I brought my right arm up, hand behind my head, pit exposed, and just pushed his face into it.

“Taste me, Dad,” I said. “Get in there and taste your boy.”

He hesitated a minute. Then, with another, deeper grunt, almost a growl, he attacked. This time I let out a little grunt of my own, letting him know he was doing a good job. I was fresh-showered, but no deodorant, so all he could taste was me. Just my natural man scent, and he loved it. So much, when he’d lapped my pit clean, the hair in it pasted to my skin, he didn’t even wait for me to lift my left arm – he pushed it up himself, and dove on in.

“Fuck yeah, big guy, that’s it,” I growled, stroking the back of his head, feeling his big, hard dick pressing into my thigh as he went deep. Big and hard like mine. Leaking almost as much as mine was, now.

When he came up, his eyes were all big and shiny, excited. His chin and lips were wet with spit. His breath was hot and a little musky, huffing on my face all excited. We locked eyes, and for a minute there, I nearly leaned in and just kissed him. Would’ve really laid one on him. He was just so keyed-up, all in heat and hot, and handsome, and right then I fuckin’ loved the guy. I’d never felt like kissing him before. Sure, I’d played some tonsil hockey with my little kicker fuckbud. Kind of a lot of it, lately. Kid could kiss like a motherfucker. But right now, with Dad, shit…

“Son,” Dad said, all husky. “I wanna… can I…”

He’d never been at a loss for words before. Always such a take-charge, confident, go-on-and-get-it dude.

“Turn around, kid,” he finally said, and slowly I did, presenting my big, muscled ass to him, and then he dropped to his knees, clapped his hands on either side of it, and moaned as I flexed my glutes up. Joey the kicker had done the same thing. I never figured Dad for that kind of guy, but I guess he was, because he squeezed my cheeks, rubbed ‘em up real good and slow, and then leaned in and licked his way up my crack.

“Awww shit,” I growled. How’d he know that was one of my new favorite things? Didn’t matter, ‘cause he did, and he was doing it, and in under a minute, I was bending forward, grabbing the end of my bed, and pushing my big ass up and back into Dad’s handsome, stubbly face, and he was really fuckin’ going for it.

My cock was dripping onto the covers underneath me, the head of it stretched up and rubbing against my stomach as I bent deeper, let him go deeper, and when his tongue zeroed in on my ring and licked it right the fuck open, I growled deep and low, reached round behind me to grab the back of his head, and pushed his hard-working face in even deeper.

“Yeah Dad,” I grunted. “Lick your boy’s fuckin’ ass, man,” and he did. Fuck yeah he did.

My toes were curling into the rug. My hands were clutching at the sheets. There was a big wet patch of my precum soaking into the comforter under my cock. And Dad just growled and grunted, snuffling and munching on my ass like a hungry animal. My buddy Joey had an eager tongue, but my Dad could fucking eat ass. I dunno if you can make a man cum doing that, but sure felt like Dad was trying. And the deeper and longer he went, the more he licked, the more I thought about ass, all pink and shiny and wet with spit, about Joey’s tight little knot of a hole and how good it felt sinking my thick, veiny shaft up into it as his eyes rolled back in his head, and I knew what had to be done. This road went one way, to one big final destination.

Dad grunted with frustration when I stood up, flexing my big glutes either side of his face, pushing him back out of my ass as I turned, bent down, put my hands in his pits and hauled his big ass up. His face was even shinier, his lips and chin wetter and muskier, and when I leaned in, clamped one hand on the back of his head in his short, sweaty hair and planted my lips on his, he made a deep, surprised noise, before letting my thick tongue push past his lips and into his musky, me-tasting mouth. Let me ream it out real good with my tongue, before I felt his start to react, slipping along mine and sliding around and over it. I grunted approvingly, pressed my body into his as I wrapped my arms around him, and together we went deep with it. Deep, hungry, grunting, growling, wet man kissing. Dad and son. Making out hard, like men do.

I knew he could do this all night, and I kind of wanted to as well, but we didn’t really have all night, and I still wanted to go further. Deeper. To keep this game going. To keep Dad right where I, and he, wanted him to be. At my feet, hungry and ready to show me how much he wanted my big son body. My big son cock. How far he’d go to have it. At my feet maybe not, like, literally anymore – but like mentally. Emotionally. In his mind. Where him and me both knew he belonged, where he really wanted to be.

So I turned us around, still kissing, his back to the bed, and then I pushed him away from me – solidly, but not roughly. He landed on his ass on the bed with a surprised grunt, staring at me as I strode over to my bedside table, reached into the drawer, and pulled out my trusty lube. Watched me slick up my cock real slow, showing him what I was doing, making it gleam in the light for him, making the thickness shine, the veins pop, the head almost glowing with precum and lube. Then I tossed him the bottle.

“Show me how much you want this son cock, Dad,” I said, using my deep voice. “Show me how bad you want your boy inside you.”

He kind of whimpered, then took the lube, and like I expected him to, like I knew he’d always wanted, since that first time he blew me in the front seat of his Silverado in the parking lot after two-a-days the summer I turned 16, he started to grease himself up. Something so damn lewd in the way he did it, without meaning to be – that deep, furry trench of his all sweaty, puckered at the center, getting all shined up for me. For my thickness. For my bigness. For my son cock. I slow-fisted myself as I watched him, eyes on my prize. Maybe he’d done this before. Maybe he was a horny, cock-hungry down-low jock stud back in college. Maybe even still was now. I didn’t know. I didn’t care. He was mine now, tonight and from now on, and I didn’t care about anything else in his past – but I was very ready to give a fuck.

His hole resisted me at first, and I expected that, and maybe I could’ve done him the courtesy of eating him out the way he’d done me, the way I’d been learning to do to Joey, the way I was starting to really fuckin’ like – but the ship had sailed and this shit was full steam ahead now. I didn’t force it into him, I was never that kind of guy, but I had a lot of experience stuffing this great big piece of mine up inside tight little holes. I worked at him, pressed and probed and pushed a little more, looking deep in his big, almost scared eyes, and then it was like we finally connected, like he finally understood that this was happening, and he opened up to me, and I pushed my way inside him.

“Fuck, you’re tight, Dad,” I grunted, and that made him moan and clutch at the big bulging knots of my bis and tris, as I pushed inch after inch into him. No stopping now, no going back. I owned his mouth, and now I owned Dad’s ass too, and I was loving it.

“Get ready, Dad,” I grunted when I had my almost-nine full inches inside of him, thick and throbbing, stretching him to his limits… for now. “I’m going to fuck you. You want your boy to fuck you, Dad?”

He nodded, eyes watering a little with the strain.

“No, Dad,” I murmured, leaning in to just brush my lips over his, eyes locked deep with his. “Tell me. Say it, Dad.”

“Fuck me, son,” he moaned. “Jesus Christ, I want you to fuck me, son…”

“Fuck you with what, Dad?” I said.

“Ah Jesus…” he almost whimpered. “Fuck me with your big dick, son. Fuck me with that big… fucking… cock…”

Man, those words, that voice, that look deep in his eyes, it sent a charge all through me. I got that godly feeling all over again, like I was the biggest, manliest, hardest man in the world. Fucking awesome. And so I gave Dad what he wanted. What I wanted too, yeah, I can admit it. I wanted to fuck my big, good-looking, cock-sucking Dad. Wanted him to feel me buried inside of him, as much as I wanted to feel him wrapped round my big young jock dick. Everything else him and me had ever done, every fuckbud session I’d had on my own since then, had been building up to this. Me and Dad. Me fucking Dad. Fuck yeah.

I wanted to make it last, to pound Dad’s tight hole all night, dump multiple loads of my thick cum deep inside of him, but we’d been at it too long already, and the rest of the family would be home soon. So I planted my hands above his shoulders, locked eyes with him, and set to work, building up my pace, really starting to fuck him, as he wrapped his big legs tighter round my trunk and held on for the ride. We didn’t need to say much. It was all there in the air between us. In the sweat dripping off me, onto him. In the slow, steady leak of his cock. In the deep, growling moans I was drilling out of him, that he was pulling out of me. In the slap of my hips against his meaty, muscular ass. Steadily picking up the pace, as that hot glowing ball of electricity grew inside my gut, spread through my groin, down my inner thighs, filled my balls, flowed up the length of my shaft, and before I knew it, I was coming. Hard. Harder than I ever did before.

“Fucking coming in you, Dad!“ I yelled, and then he started to moan too, and I felt him clenching even tighter all round me as his cum started to spurt, splatting all over his sweaty belly, up deep into his chest fur, almost all the way to his chin, as his paws clutched even tighter onto my big, bulging upper arms.

Took a little time to get our breath back, and then he smiled at me, and I found myself smiling back – not the casual, chill smile I’d given him when he first started giving me the eye tonight, but a real genuine grin. And then fuck it, I was kissing him again, and he was moaning into my mouth, and just as I was really reaming his mouth out again with my tongue, I heard the sound of Mom’s Grand Cherokee, big V8 rumbling into the driveway, headlights glowing through my window.

“Aw shit!” Dad yelled, pushing me up off him and running for the bedroom door. It was kinda funny, to be honest. Kinda exciting, too, nearly getting busted like that. I heard his heavy footsteps pounding down the hall to his bathroom, then doubling back into the living room. Then my shorts and my wife-beater that I’d left in there before came flying through my bedroom door at me.

“Too close, bud!” he yelled over his shoulder as he disappeared down the hall. I heard his shower kick on just as the front door opened, and I smoothly slipped the bedsheet over my lower body and pretended like I was reading Road & Track when Mom’s head popped around the door.

“Where’s your father, honey?” she said.

“In the shower,” I said, smiling innocently at her. “Think he just got done with a workout.”

“Oh, you boys and your workouts,” she said, smiling and rolling her eyes.

She headed off to the kitchen, leaving my little brother Jason standing there. He kind of sniffed the air a little, and I knew there was probably a definite whiff of something in the air. Jeez, I hope Mom didn’t notice. But my kid bro sure did, and now he was giving me that look. The same kind of look Dad did, when he thought I wasn’t looking. Almost like… a hungry kind of look.

Shit. Looked like this was going to be one busy summer. But a fun one, for sure. Fuck yeah.

The End

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It had been a good match and even though I had lost that did not serve to dampen my enjoyment of the night. A good game of tennis really helps me to unwind from the tensions of the day and in any case feels far more like fun than an hour lifting weights in the gym. I was about the last to leave the courts and soon found myself the last in the changing rooms. Just as I stepped into the showers changing room door opened and in came Dan, the assistant manager in charge of the sports complex. Dan was in his early twenties, tall and slim with short dark hair and sparkling eyes. We’d chatted before – he was always on duty in the evenings. One of the perks of being the assistant dogsbody as he put it was to be the last of the staff to leave. That, of course, was after he’d cashed up, locked all the doors, set the alarms and generally made the place secure.  

“Hi Dan,” I called, “I won’t be long now, just about done. You can throw me out and get off home in a minute or two.”

Dan laughed. “No need to rush, I’ve missed last orders already I reckon. Anyway, I was just about to have a shower myself before getting off home. It’s been a hot, hard day today, two staff down with the flu and nobody to replace them. I’ve been running everywhere like a mad thing today !” Dan’s voice dropped a little as he walked over to the showers, no longer needing to try and make himself heard over the noise of the water. He paused by the last bench and slipped off his shorts, then joined me in the showers, standing just a couple of feet away. As the water cascaded down, partly obscuring us both in a cloud of steam, I glanced across, admiring his firm, lean body – he was certainly a good advert for the benefits of frequent exercise !

As Dan struggled to squeeze out the remnants of shower gel from the bottle he had brought in with him, I risked another glance across at him now that he was turned a little more towards me, taking in his smooth chest, slightly muscled abdomen, the fine trail of dark hair that lead down from his navel. Between his legs was a dense forest of very dark pubic hair, contrasting strongly with his smooth, pale skin, inviting closer examination of what lay between his firmly muscled thighs. I was a little surprised by the size of his cock, or rather the apparent lack of it: it was certainly smaller than I had expected. Somehow that turned me on and I turned away in case Dan spotted me looking.

“Can I borrow some of your shower gel?” Dan asked, holding out his own bottle, inverted and clearly empty. “Looks like mine is totally dead.” I smiled and turned to pass him my gel, stepping a little closer to him as he did the same. Clumsily, we collided, our wet bodies brushing against each other. There was a moment’s awkwardness as both of us expected the other to pull back, but neither of us did so. For a moment we remained where we were, and then I realised Dan had spotted that my cock was beginning to stiffen. It was Dan who broke the silence.

“Looks like I’m not the only one in here getting hot tonight,” he smiled. There was something in the tone of his voice, or maybe in his eyes, perhaps even both, that gave me the courage not to step back from him. His eyes seemed to be daring me to stay where I was, perhaps even go further. Whatever the cause, my cock was growing rapidly, standing out, almost brushing against Dan’s thigh. He smiled and looked down at it, looked back mischievously into my eyes, and then smiled again as he reached out and took hold of my cock. A fire of nervous anticipation, almost electric, ran through my body at his touch.  “Come over here,” he said, “and we can do something about this…”

Still holding my cock, Dan gently lead the way out of the showers, across the changing room, through a door in the far corner to the physiotherapy room. Closing the door behind us, he turned and smiled once more, his eyes now sparkling with desire. I noticed that his own cock was becoming stiffer, growing, beginning to stand out from the dense tangle of wet hair at its base. It was no longer so small either, indeed its length was now quite impressive, perhaps equalling that of my own rigid cock. Its initial size had certainly been deceptive… Perhaps seeing my gaze, Dan began to stroke his own cock, slowly and deliberately wanking himself as he lay down on the physio’s bench, his head overhanging the end, looking up at me. Reaching out with his free hand, Dan grasped my cock, pulled me to him, guided my cock to his eager mouth. As I stepped forward his tongue ran gently along the underside of my shaft, flitted around my balls, back along my hard cock, licking gently but quickly over the sensitive tip.

I reached down, placed my hands beneath his head to support him, began to slide my cock deep into his welcoming mouth, slowly fucking his face. Dan continued to play with his cock as he sucked on my hard shaft, expertly arousing me, bringing alive the most amazing sensations as his tongue roamed over the tip of my cock, his lips working their magic on the stiff, hot meat between my legs. As he sucked me, I knew that I too wanted to suck cock, wanted to taste Dan’s penis, wanted to bring to him the same pleasure that he was releasing deep inside my balls. I leaned forward, gently guiding his hands away, taking hold of his cock, marvelling at its new size, sliding it to my mouth. His cock was hard and warm, a delicious musk-like scent emanating from between his still wet thighs, his short pubic hair rubbing against my chin. He tasted good… We continued to suck together, locked in am ecstatic 69, for several minutes, all the time Dan’s cock seeming to grow and harden in my mouth as I licked and sucked his dick, felt his tongue, his lips, his eager mouth doing the same to me.

Almost as if he sensed I was about to cum, Dan suddenly released my cock and twisted out from under me. “Not yet,” he smirked, “ I can do even better than that…”  He slipped down onto the floor, sitting between my legs, the back of his head now against the soft padding of the physio’s couch. He looked up, one hand now working his cock again, and smiled. “Fuck my face,” he said, “ let me suck the spunk from your cock…”

I slipped my cock into his mouth, began to ease gently back and forth, my hands holding his head, my fingers running through his thick, black hair, guiding his lips to my cock. As I fucked his willing mouth, relishing the sensation of his young tongue stimulating my throbbing cock, I watched as he wanked himself off. His cock was now rock hard, and though not as thick as mine it was certainly as long, perhaps even longer. Yes, definitely longer: appearances certainly had been deceptive!

For several long, thoroughly enjoyable minutes Dan continued to lick and suck my cock, his free hand on my arse, pulling me into him, playing with my balls, exploring between my legs, helping to stimulate me. I loved the feel the feel of his mouth around my cock, the sight of it sliding deep into his mouth, the look in his eyes, an almost elvish mischievousness, as he glanced up at me, knowing the pleasure he was causing.

Neither of us spoke, the only sounds in the room at first being gentle sighs, then ever more strident moans and groans as the urgency, the depth of our pleasure increased. Finally, just when it seemed that no greater pleasure was possible, Dan’s tongue flickered frantically over the tip of my cock, driving me to new heights of pleasure. I gasped out loud as my cock throbbed and my body stiffened, a torrent of sticky, warm cum spurting from my dick. Dan’s mouth remained clamped around the end of my cock as he too came, his cock shooting jet after jet of creamy cum over his stomach, up over his chest, even splattering his own chin, as he continued to suck the sperm from my penis, swallowing every drop of it. 

For a moment neither of us said anything, then Dan let my cock slip from his mouth, still hard and sticky with cum. He smiled once more, then leaned forward and ran his tongue over the very tip of my cock, awakening even greater sensations in its now supremely sensitive tip. His own cock too showed no signs of softening. Dan ran a finger over his chest, catching up his own spunk, placed it to my lips. I tasted him, salty, desirable, looked into those amazing eyes once more. The night was still young, was still ours. I wanted him, wanted to feel his fit, smooth body next to mine, wanted to fill him with my thick, hard penis, wanted to taste his cock once more.  I reached out, took hold of his hard dick and began to guide him back towards the showers.

 “Let’s fuck…”

Hi guys, so this is what is happening in my life at the moment.

I haven’t hooked up with my friend from the previous story, this is now another friend of mine.

We have known eachother for a couple years now, but never really hung out and so on until a couple months ago.

We grew very close in these past couple of months, him almost becoming a brother figure for me. He is one of the most hardworking people I know, will do anything to provide for his family.

So this is how it all started. I am so confused right now.

We were having a great night with friends, and his GF! We had a little to much to drink and him and his GF got in a argument but everyone was still having a good time. After a couple of hours everyone started going home, so we decided it’s time to call it a night. I drove them home and when we got there, he told his girlfriend he will be back later, he is going with me so we can talk, he just needs to talk to someone and clear his head. Thinking nothing of it, I said that I will bring him home safe.

We drove off and just drove around town, like we have done before.

Then we ended up parked in a quiet, private spot and started talking. Look he knows I am gay and has no problem with it. We talked for a long time and then he started telling me about this friend he has, that he has hooked up with. A guy! Obviously I’m getting harder as the story goes on. Well one thing led to another and I ended up asking him if I can jerk him off. He immediately pulled off his pants, and said go ahead. Happily I took his dick in my hand and started. All I can say is that he has an amazing dick. Fucking thick, not to long, just right. He is perfect in every way, looks, personality, dick and ass!

So after a while I went down and started sucking him. He started moaning and as I continued, he just start loving it more and more. Up to the point where he said I must finger him while sucking him. I started fingering him and continued sucking, after a while he said that he wanted me inside him. We got out of the car, stripped and he bent over. I stood behind him, admiring his perfect little ass. I lined up and started pushing, but unfortunately he was to tight and said that we should try another time. Oh well, shit happens.

We have been talking about getting together for months but everytime we plan to get together, something happens. That’s life I guess.

Well, it finally happened again recently. We went for a drive and I just put my hand on his dick and started rubbing it. He was driving, with my car haha. I pulled his pants down enough to get his dick out and started jerking him off. After a while he got hard and I went for it, I leaned over and took him in my mouth. I sucked for all I was worth. He was moaning and moaning and after a while I stopped sucking him and asked him how it was? He said it felt amazing, so I continued sucking him immediately. Every now and then I would stop and just jerk him off, wanting this to last. He finds a spot where there are no street lights and put off the car’s headlights. Just enjoying me sucking him. Not long after we stopped, he starts moaning really loud and says that he is going to cum. Thinking I am going to taste this amazing guy’s cum for the first time, he pulls out and gets out of the car, cumming right next to the car. It looked like a hose being opened! Beautiful cumshot! I tell him not to pull up his pants and get in the car, he does just that and I lean over and take his dick in my mouth, tasting the little droplets of cum on the tip. Delicious!

So we drive off and as he’s driving, I asked him to please tell me the truth, how was it really?

I looks at me, with those beautiful big eyes, smiles and says, out of breath: that was amazing, I am seeing stars and feeling very hot!

Smiling I said: Well this is def not the last time right? Definately not! Was his reply.

So my problem is, I am slowly falling for him, my straight friend/brother! I just have to hide it and just be happy that he is my life and that I get to enjoy him time to time.

We are planning our next driving trip for tomorrow night!

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Elli’s POV

Jamal ordered me to go soak in the tub and like many times before I didn’t question his decision. The Bathroom looked so spacious and beautifully decorated, yet it had a masculine touch to it just like everything else I have seen so far in his house. Gleaming granite countertops, huge framed mirrors, jacuzzi tub,  a shower room with over-sized shower head for at least six people to fit in, fluffy towels neatly arranged, tile floor with under-floor heating, fluffy bath mat, and tall glass windows with a very beautiful view of the city below it.

I had no idea what Jamal was doing, but eventually, he joined me in the Bathroom. We both sat in the tub with Jamal sitting behind me and I was comfortably seated between his legs. He washed my hair with a lavender-scented shampoo and then used a small towel coated with shower gel to wash my body. I sat there and let him clean me. My sore ass appreciated the hot water. I nearly dozed off till he moved us to the shower under the big shower head to rise ourselves. Tiredness took over my body and I had so much trouble standing on my own, yet Jamal held me so that I wouldn’t fall. When he was satisfied that we were clean, he picked up a big white fluffy towel and dried us off. I did absolutely nothing, letting him completely take charge and care of me.

He guided us back to his bedroom. The sheets have been changed and the bed neatly made like Jamal hasn’t fucked me senseless in that same bed a while ago. There were a T-Shirt and briefs laid on the bed.

“You can wear the stuff on the bed unless you sleep naked?” Jamal smirked and raised one eyebrow at me suggestively.

“I like sleeping in my briefs actually,” I said. “But I wouldn’t mind sleeping in your T-Shirt” I shrugged and cast my eyes to the floor. He walked back in front of me and tilt my head up with his finger on my chin.

“Elli, you don’t have to be ashamed to ask me for what you want whether it’s sexually or otherwise ok?” He said looking directly into my eyes and I nodded, a blush creeping up my cheeks. “Granted I can provide it!” He smiled and winked at me playfully. My stomach fluttered with all the butterflies trying to fly away at once. I had difficulty figuring Jamal out. He was extremely dominant, but also had a sweet and gentle streak to him. Admittedly, I loved both sides of him.

Dressing up quickly, I climbed on the bed and waited for Jamal. He emerged from his walk-in closet fully dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie.

“I have to make a few calls to clients outside the country. I’ll join you later in bed.” He explained after probably seeing the confusion on my face. I nodded my understanding and he walked over to me on the bed and kissed my lips gently. Jamal took his time to explain his entertainment system to me. “I’ll be in the study downstairs” He pecked my lips with a kiss again before leaving me alone.

I watched Tv for some time while texting with a few friends. Texting was not a problem for me, I could really express myself without overthinking too much. After a while, I felt sleep consuming me and I welcomed it.

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I was awakened from sleep by someone kissing my neck. At first, I thought I was dreaming till my eyes fluttered opened and I saw Jamal sucking on my neck. My dick jumped in my briefs. Moaning was inevitable at the sensations going through my body. He touched my brief covered cocked and rubbed on the bulge quickly forming.

“Elli, you’re a bad influence on me. I couldn’t concentrate on a damn thing.” He rasped and moved on top of me, covering us with the duvet. Feeling his weight on me thrilled me though he supported himself on his elbows.

“Says the guy who won’t let me get some sleep without touching me,” I said with my eyes closed. I’m pretty sure my sleep-induced brain was giving me the confidence to sass. Jamal chuckled.

“How’s your ass feeling?” He asked before taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. I felt the familiar tingle again as warmth spread through my body. He ground his hardness against mine. He bit on my nipples lightly and then flicked his tongue on it. My puckered hole twitched in anticipation despite the soreness I still felt, ready to receive his fat cock again.

“Better, but I can still feel you there!” I sure hope he understood what I was trying to say. I wanted him back inside of me.

Jamal pushed the covers back and then straddled my waist. Right there before my eyes he fished out his hard cock from his sweatpants and tugged on it. Even though I have seen it many times, I still couldn’t bring my slutty self to stop looking at his impressive manhood. The black schlong was thick and veiny. The oversized reddish mushroom head was especially hypnotizing with precum oozing so deliciously out of it. My mouth watered and my channel tingled at the sight of it.

“You sure you can handle it again?” Jamal smiled seductively at me and bit his bottom lip. He moved down my body and then before I know it my legs were on his shoulders. I tugged on my own hard-on as pleasurable tingles spread through my body. But Jamal slapped my hand away and reached through the slit in my boxer briefs to pull my cock out. Precum dripped from the slit like a faulty tap. Jamal bent down and swallowed my cock at once and I nearly passed out from the pleasure. He sucked hard on it like he was trying to suck out my soul.

“Jamal please slow down or I’m going to cum!” I desperately begged him. My cock fell out of his mouth.

“That’s the goal here, Elli!” He smirked at me whiles pulling off my briefs. I looked up to the ceiling to hide my sudden shyness of being naked in front of Jamal. Internally, I was kicking myself for not getting lose enough to participate. I need to stop being the “turn off the lights first” kind of guy and let myself go.

He took my cock in his mouth again and started sucking my soul out of me. My breath hitched as my body trembled. Jamal was surprisingly so skilled with his mouth to my delight. He cupped my balls in his hand, rolling and pulling them. My channel twitched in anticipation, wanting to feel his cock in my ass again.

“I want you inside me.” I blurted out innocently to Jamal whiles trapping my bottom lip with my teeth and bashing my eyelashes at him. He needed to know how sexually attracted to him I was. I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me senseless. He kept his eyes on me captivated, licking his plump lips sensually. I still couldn’t believe the effect I had on Jamal. My dick throbbed from seeing him play with his own firm nipples lustfully. His deep groans filled the room, assuring me that I was driving him insane.

He moved to lay beside me on the bed. “Come ride me, baby boy!” He commanded.

He pulled off his Jogging pants and laid there in all his naked glory. This time around I wasn’t scared or embarrassed to stare blatantly at his beautifully ripped body. He was magnificent in every sense of the word. I took his hard dick in my mouth and sucked on it hungrily like a starving slut. I couldn’t resist the long, thick schlong before me, slurping and gagging myself on it like an eager whore.

“Fuuck Elli! …….. You’re such a dirty cocksucker!” I loved it when Jamal talked dirty to me. It unleashed the inner slut in me, wanting to please him in every way possible.

“Mmhmm!” I moaned around his cock, filling my mouth to the brim. “I’m such a slut for your big cock, Papi.” I played along and I saw his dick jump violently after saying that.

His deep grunt encouraged me to move below to take his big balls in my mouth, licking and sucking on them in earnest.

“You’re going to make me come baby boy with that sexy mouth of yours,” Jamal confessed and a sense of proudness washed over me for bringing him so much pleasure and driving him insane. Jamal raised his upper body supported by his elbows and watched me hypnotize with lust-filled eyes as I expertly sucked his manhood excitedly, coating it with enough saliva.

“I’ll not last long if you keep doing that, Elli. Come here, baby boy. Turn around and give me that ass!” He requested again and this time around I obliged.

I turned around in a sixty-nine position on top of him. Whiles, I sucked his dick he ate me out like a mad man. He spread my cheeks apart and dragged his wet tongue across my puckered hole and I moaned. He slapped my ass as heat spread through my body. I pushed my ass back to him. I wanted more of that wicked tongue. Jamal dove in my ass again like I was his last supper. I was so overwhelmed with so much pleasure that I wanted to close my legs, but his strong arms prevented me from closing my legs. I was utterly at his mercy as his stiff tongue entered my rosebud, moving in and out of me.

“Don’t stop, Papi!” A half moan half sob escaped my lips. I stopped sucking Jamal and concentrated on the pleasure I was receiving. My thighs were shaking so bad as I lost control over my own body. He teased me by licking the rim of my hole, moaning and encircling the rim with his finger. He entered a finger in my twitching puckered hole.

“Ohhh Fuuuuck!” I whispered as my eyes rolled back into my head at the pure bliss. No one has ever shown me such an altruistic gesture before by eating my ass out like it was a delicacy. You had to experience it in order to understand it.

“Push out for me baby boy!” He demanded and I complied. “Fucking beautiful” Jamal whispered and then continued plunging his stiff tongue in and out of my hole, increasing the pace and abusing my puckered hole for his own pleasure. His fat cock has grown impossibly hard laying on his stomach way past his belly button. Too weighty to stand up straight.

“I think you’re loose enough for my cock now! Come ride me my little slut.” Jamal demanded and slapped my ass. To my astonishment, he pulled a condom from under one of the pillows.

“I never was a boys scout, but I always come prepared,” Jamal explained and then chuckled at the shock on my face.

“I want to feel you, Papi,” I whispered.

“That’s the plan” He winked at me and proceeded to get the condom out of its package.

“I want to do this bareback” I don’t know why I was requesting that. I have always been careful and responsible. Something about Jamal was making me do things I have never tried before. I wanted to feel every vein, every curve, everything his cock had to offer my ass.

“Are you really sure about this?” Jamal asked and I nodded. “I want to hear you say it, Elli”

“I want this, Jamal. I trust you. I really do. I have never felt this connection and chemistry with anyone before.” I said truthfully, but I was so happy I was able to keep myself from saying that I liked him or even worse that I loved him. I mean he already had my heart and I was infatuated with him, yet I knew it was too early to say that.

“Fuuuck!” He rubbed his face with his hands in frustration. “Elli, you can’t say stuff like that!” The rejection I felt was instant, constricting my heart painfully, but I understood where he was coming from. He wanted my body for sex not me and here I was wanting and expecting more from him. It probably was too soon for him.

“I’m sorry” I wasn’t even sure what I was apologizing for. This was a nightmare for someone with anxiety who kept questioning themselves by the minute. My eyes filled with tears threatening to fall. Crying like a kid in front of him wasn’t an option so I excused myself and hurried to the bathroom. I was grateful Jamal didn’t stop me and at least gave me that last bit of dignity.

All my sexual desires were gone, and my dick was soft again. I was partly angry at myself for ruining such a moment between us. When did I become so talkative? I asked myself perplexed. I should have said “Yes fuck me raw” and left it at that.

I washed my face at the sink after I calmed down from crying quietly. For the first time in my life, I hated the person I was. I truly felt like there was something wrong with me. My hands trembled as I picked a towel to dry my face. Now that I was done, I was afraid to go back to the bedroom and face Jamal. “Would he kick me out?” “Will he talk to me or ignore me for acting so damn childish?” I pounded these questions while sitting on the edge of the bathtub till I heard a knock on the door.

“Are you alright in there, Elli?” Jamal asked. Although the door was not locked, he didn’t try to enter and gave me space and privacy I needed.

“Yeah I’ll be out in a minute,” I responded and flashed the toilet. I took one last look at myself in the huge mirror before exiting the bathroom. Jamal was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed and waiting for me. Dread filled me and I froze.

“Come sit with me, Elli” Jamal requested. With shaking legs, I shuffled around and sat beside him playing with my hands like a child about to be scolded by his parents.

“Why did you run to the bathroom to cry? Did I make you uncomfortable?” He questioned and I was embarrassed he knew what I have done.

“Nooo. I was mad at myself for ruining what we were doing. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Jamal took my hand into his and silence fell upon us. It was clear to me that he was contemplating how to let me down easily without hurting my feelings.

“Elli, we’re both adults, right?” I nodded for him to continue and dreaded what was coming. “You understand that what we’re doing here is something casual right? It doesn’t mean we’re together or a couple. I just want to clarify that before one of us gets hurt.” He squeezed my hand for reassurance.

“Sure. I absolutely understand.” The internal dialogue I was having was stressing me out. My mind kept going back to the moment we were both about to be intimate before I ruined it. I wish I could go back and shut up. “I’ll call an Uber”. I stood up and started looking for my clothes.

“Elli, I’m not asking you to leave.”

“It’s fine. I’m not angry or anything like that. I feel awkward and think it’s best if I leave. I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable”. I reasoned with him. Jamal walked over to me and pulled me into his arms.

“Please don’t leave. It’s too late. I’ll personally bring you home early in the morning.” He pulled me to bed with him. We laid there in silence and in darkness. It was just a few hours till morning, so I thought why now wait as he said. I pretended to be asleep, but in actuality, I did not sleep a wink whiles Jamal was out like a light.

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“Good morning baby boy” Jamal woke up a few hours later and kissed my cheek.

“Good morning” I replied curtly.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Jamal asked.

“Thanks, but I’m not hungry right now. I’ll eat later when I get home.” Jamal chuckled and went to the bathroom to take a long shower again. Whiles, he was gone I dressed up in my clothes from the day before and waited for him.

“Damn! Was I such a lousy lay and a bad host that you can’t wait to get out of here?” Jamal asked playfully, but I didn’t say anything. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth with a new toothbrush I saw and then threw it in the trash.

When I came out Jamal wasn’t in the bedroom, so I went downstairs to look for him. He was in the kitchen, fully dressed and shuffling around. Didn’t he hear me say I wasn’t hungry? I just wanted to leave his home and get back to the comfort of my own home where I can calm down.

“Let me get coffee and then we can leave.” He said, and I just nodded.

The main gate opened for a woman to enter. I’ll say she was in her middle forties. She was wearing a white peplum top which complimented her dark skin and a black pencil skirt she was wearing. She wore black high heels to offset her look. Her full curly hair was bouncing off her shoulders and she walked towards us. Elegance and confidence oozed out her in waves towards me.

“Elliot darling what are you doing here?” She asked and I immediately recognized her voice.

“Good morning Mrs. Carter. It’s been a long time” I said whiles walking towards her to give her a kiss on the cheek. She was my first Piano teacher from childhood and from what Jamal has told me about his mother being a pianist, she must be his mother. What was I going to tell her about my reason for being in her son’s house? She’s probably going to be disappointed if she found out that I was here for a one-night stand. I wish the ground would open and swallow me whole.

“Good morning to you too little Elliot!” She smiled fondly at me. “You did not answer my question though” She raised her eyebrow at me. I was panicking, not knowing the right information to give her. Jamal rescued me by coming out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Ma! Do you want one too?” He asked and she rolled her eyes at him. I’m sure she could see through him and sense what was going on.

“Sure, why not?” She turned to me again. Elli darling could you excuse us for a minute?” I nodded my understanding of her.

“Baby Boy make yourself comfortable on the couch. We’ll leave very soon.” Jamal winked at me and followed his mother to the kitchen.

“Not him Jamal. You can play with whoever you want on God’s green earth, but not him! How long has this been going on anyway?” I heard her sternly warned him in a whisper tone. They thought I couldn’t hear them.

“Ma it’s not like that and Elli is old enough to handle this. We just started this.” Jamal casually brushed it off.

“Michael Jamal Carter! Do not tempt me this fine morning. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into and not every damn thing in life are a game and fun. Do you have any idea what his Father can do to mess up your career if he hears about this? Once the Waltons drop you, the rest of your clients will follow too and everything we build as a family will be gone. You can’t just……” Jamal interrupted her ranting. I felt so bad about the whole situation, but I understood that my family name put the fear of God into people.

“Ma, I know. I know. Elliot is different than the rest. We’re just both figuring stuff out. I can’t just leave him like that.” I was confused at his admission. Just a few hours ago he didn’t want a relationship with me. What kind of game was he playing with me?

“Jamal I’m warning you. If you don’t want that boy let him go before things get messy. Elli is a very sweet boy and the apple of his Father’s eyes. He doesn’t deserve to be toyed with like the rest of your usual crowd.” His mother knew him and his escapades too well. I remembered what Chester’s brother Nate said that Jamal wasn’t gay and that he was a womanizer. Did Nate not know about Jamal fucking guys?

“Ma like I said I know. I’m trying to let him down easy ok? Are you happy now?” Jamal quietly said. He sounded so defeated. Did he want to give up because of my family’s influence and power? I wished I could go over and tell him nothing will happen if he was ready to try with me.

“You think this brings me joy? I wish you will settle down with someone you love and who also loves you. It’s what mothers want for their sons Jamal!” She also sounded hurt.

“Can we continue this after I drop Elli off?” Jamal didn’t even wait for his mother’s answer.

“Elli let’s go,” He said dejectedly as he walked past me in the living room toward the main entrance. Mrs. Carter came out of the Kitchen and we said our goodbyes. I pretended to not have heard them. I quickly followed Jamal to his car. In my mind, I was trying to find a way to bring up the discussion he had with his mum about me without freaking him out. My heart constricted painfully to see him like that without the air of confidence and dominance that always seemed to surround him so effortlessly. I wanted to hug him and tell him my dad wouldn’t mind us. My mind was reeling. I looked out of the window as Jamal drove away. I had to pull it together. For once in my life, I had to go after and fight for what I wanted and loved.

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