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Joe and I had been friends since fourth grade.  We’d spent many summers together riding our bikes around town, playing in some of the abandoned buildings, and swimming in the public pool.  The summer after graduation was going to be different.  In two months, I’d be going to trade school to begin my journey of becoming an electrician.  Joe would start a job at his grandfather’s factory in Arkansas.  

I was looking forward to a last hurrah type summer. I pulled up just before noon in a beat-up Corolla. Joe laughed at the bright green color, but he admitted that he was jealous that I had wheels. We drove to Sonic, got two burgers, and then parked under some trees by the river. We just sat, ate, and watched the water flow by.

I wanted to spend every possible moment with Joe. He didn’t know it, but I had fallen in love with him. It might have been a crush in middle school. He was strong, athletic, and handsome. I was geeky; I didn’t want to admit it but I still was. I had no girlfriend, and I didn’t want to pretend to have one.

Joe dated a few girls during high school, but he’d always said that girls get guys in trouble, and he wanted to stay out of trouble until he’d worked his way to a good position in his grandfather’s factory. That had always been his goal.

My goal was to get my license and hopefully find someone like Joe to spend my life with. Every day this summer would be precious.

Imagine my heartbreak when Joe broke the silence of the afternoon. “Brian, I’ve decided to do some backpacking. I want to hike to my grandparents, but my dad’s against it. I’m going to talk to him again tonight; will you come to dinner and help me convince him.”

“But, Joe, is it safe? To go all that way?”

“That’s what Dad keeps saying. I just need to get away from here. I’ve only been to my grandparents one time in my whole life, and I’ve never gone anywhere else except to Austin on that field trip for choir when we were in elementary school. I’m going to explode if I don’t get out of here.”

He turned and looked at me. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“I do get it. I’ve wanted to run away from here more times than I can remember.”

“But I thought you wanted to get a job, get married, have kids, and live in that house on the corner of Third Street and Lamar.” Joe smiled.

I bit my lip. “That’s never going to happen.”

“Oh, yeah it will. I’ve put a downer on the afternoon. Sorry about that.” He sighed deeply.

“No, you haven’t,” I told him.

He laid back on the grass and looked up into the trees.

I studied his contour, his strong chin, muscular chest, flat stomach, the slight bulge between his legs, and the muscular legs that made me want to touch them.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked.

“Jumping in the river and doing some swimming. What do you say?”

“Haven’t wanted to swim in the river since that diamond-backed water snake incident.”

Joe started laughing. “Is that the official title?”

“Fuck you.”

“It didn’t even bite you.”

“I had to throw those pants away.”

He sat up. “I know. You shit yourself so hard, the river smelled for months.”

“Fuck you twice.”

“Yeah, I’d probably have dropped dead.” He looked over at me with a big smile.

I remember how he’d held me afterward. He kept telling me that I was OK. His arms were so strong.

“Tell me your deepest, darkest secret,” I turned to look at him, “or I’m going to tell everyone how you ran and screamed like a girl when you saw those snakes.”

“What if that is my deepest darkest secret?”

“I call bullshit,” I was laughing now.

“Tell me yours.”

“I asked first,” I said. I wasn’t going to tell him mine until that last second before he left town. “I bet it’s about Arlene Ross.” I smiled really big. “You know she says you were a lousy lay.” I could hardly catch my breath because I was laughing so hard.

“That bitch. She was already pregnant when we went out. She kept trying to slip her hand into my pants. I kept telling her that I wasn’t ready for that. She punched me in the arm. I had a bruise for over a week. Then she said she was going to tell everyone that I raped her.”

“So you never fucked her?”

“Shit, Brian. You’re a smart guy. Figure it out.”

“What the hell are you talking about? I knew you weren’t the father. And, I knew she said that because she’d been after you since ninth grade, and you weren’t interested. I’m not even sure why you decided to go on a date with her.”

“You don’t want to see it, do you?” he asked. “I did it so people wouldn’t wonder about me.”

I looked down at my feet. What was he doing? What could he be trying to hide? He couldn’t be like me. He had a girlfriend named Kelly. He met her at his grandparents’ place two summers ago. They still wrote to each other. I’d seen the letters or at least the envelopes the letters came in.

I straightened the blanket I was sitting on. “I guess I don’t understand what you’re getting at.”

Joe got to his feet and stepped toward me. I wanted to touch those muscular legs, rub my face in his crotch. He squatted down next to me. “Brian, have I done such a good job hiding it that even my best friend doesn’t realize that I’m gay?”

“What?” I squeaked. Tears filled my eyes. “What!? Fuck.” I became angry, but not angry with him. “All this time!”

“Shit,” said Joe. “I was worried that you’d react like this. Anger. Hatred. So many times I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to lose my best friend.”

“I’m a fucking idiot,” I said.

“No. No. I was trying really hard to hide it. It’s not your fault you didn’t know.”

“But what about Kelly? Does she know? You talked about her like you wanted to marry her. Fuck.” I couldn’t believe it. He was afraid to tell me, and I was afraid to tell him. But he couldn’t be gay.

“Kelly’s a guy,” admitted Joe. “He’s gay, and he told me, and I told him, and we’ve been writing since then, but I’m not in love with him or anything like that.”

“Joe,” I grabbed his shirt. “I was afraid, too. I was afraid you’d hate me.” I looked into his eyes. “Joe, I’ve been in love with you so long, I can hardly remember when I wasn’t.”

“What the fuck,” he said. “You’re gay?” He grabbed me and hugged me. “You are a fucking idiot, but then, so am I. All this time? But what about the wife and kids and shit?”

“It was my cover. It’s what you’re supposed to want, but all I’ve wanted was you, but I knew I couldn’t have you.”

Joe sat on the blanket next to me and looked out at the river. He reached over and held my hand. “You know, one of my jerk-off fantasies starts like this.”

“With our holding hands on a blanket?” I asked.

“Yeah, and the river is splashing, and the sunlight kind of sparkles on it. I turn and look at you,” said Joe.

“And what do I do?” my cheeks reddened and I smiled at him.

“You kiss me.”

“Like this?” I positioned my head and pressed our lips together. I parted them slightly and pushed the tip of my tongue forward just enough to touch his lower lip. His mouth opened, and he pulled my lower lip between his lips. I’d seen such kissing in movies, but I couldn’t believe I was experiencing it–and with Joe. He pulled me between his legs, and my hardness pushed against his. I started to hump him; it seemed to just happen spontaneously.

Joe’s breathing became more rapid. “Fuck that feels good, Brian.”

I moved my hand down and pushed against him. I could feel his dick. I could tell that it wasn’t completely hard. “I want to suck you, Joe. Unzip your pants.”

“Someone might come by,” he said. “Someone might see us.”

“I’m not hiding anymore.”

“But we could be arrested, and we’re grown-ups now,” he insisted.

I kissed him again and squeezed his dick through his pants. “Where do you want to go?”

He moaned softly again. “I don’t know. Oh fuck it; just do it.” He unzipped and pushed his pants down, freeing his penis. It was semi-hard and went to a full erection rapidly.

I’d seen his dick before when we were changing clothes or getting ready to swim, but it had never been this close. I wrapped my lips around the head and my fingers around its base and moved up and down the shaft. I tried to move my tongue against it. I’d dreamed of doing this so many times, but I didn’t quite have the finesse that I had in my fantasies.

Joe didn’t seem to mind. He continued to moan and gasp and expel expletives as my mouth jerked him and my hand pulled on his scrotum. He leaked precum, and I noticed a change in the viscosity of the fluid in my mouth as well as the taste. I released his balls and moved my hand to his ass crack. I wanted to rub my fingers across his hole. Joe reached for his cheeks and spread them apart. “Stick your finger in my ass, Brian. Fuck me with it, please.”

I pushed my finger up and into him.

“Fuck, yeah,” he said forcefully.

And then he came in my mouth. I sat back with a mouth full of cum. Joe grabbed his dick and jerked it. He ejaculated again; most of it landed on my legs. I swallowed the salty seed and sat back breathing heavily.

Joe started laughing. “I’m not going on that hike. I’m spending the summer with you, you hot stud. And we need to find a place because I need you to fuck me.”

I was happier than I had ever been. “It’s your turn,” I said as I stood up. That’s when I noticed Cameron Johnson watching us from the road. Just what had he seen?

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As a young professional I moved three hours from the university to a small town where I landed my first job.  I heard about the position from one of my graduate school professors.  I mailed my resume and after a couple of phone calls arranged an interview as a pharmacist in a small town in rural mountain town.  After a two day visit and a informal dinner with the owner who was ready to scale back his hours and semi-retire I was very hopeful to land this position.  The second day I arrived at the family owned drug store and shadowed the owner greet customers, fill prescriptions and interact with his small staff.  I met a lady who truly ran the place.  She managed the counter, took care of payments, credit cards and filling out insurance information.  The other worker was a college age kid who was shy but sexy as hell.  Tall, 6’4”….big hands, long fingers and size 13 feet.  So I discovered a couple of months later.  The kid was a gentle giant.  Spencer was a sweet guy.  Around one o’clock the owner took me to a diner to grab a bite of lunch and talk business.  Terms, hours, pay and schedule. The owner explained he would not work on Wednesday or Saturday and he had rotary breakfast  meetings every Tuesday morning.  After a handshake and signing a one year contract I was happy to be 27 year old man with full time employment after graduating from pharmacy school in Memphis.  

Once we returned to the store I was more comfortable and eager to think about putting things in motion for my new position. To my surprise Spencer approached me and said he could help me find a place to live. He told me his uncle owned several rental properties in town. He wrote his uncles name and phone number on a piece of paper and told me to give him a call.

I thanked Spencer and told him to tell his uncle I’d call him today. Sure enough Spencer’s uncle was excited when I called. Based on my expected income I was fine with something small. When I arrived at the address provided I found an upstairs apartment net above a florist. Spencer was silent but observed my interaction with his uncle. Bottom line….2 bedroom, one bath and a great room with a kitchen area. Rent at college for a place like this in 1978 would have been over five hundred dollars. I was shocked when Evan, the landlord asked if $275.00 was acceptable. Not sure if I had a poker face I said sure. Evan was not as tall as his nephew. Very rugged in looks. Beard, boots, and piercing green eyes. I noticed he like his nephew had big feet. He reached above my head to adjust an air vent and I was close enough to get a smell of his arm pits. Damn, I was mindful of a hard working mans nice smell.

I asked Spencer to recommend a place for dinner. He told me a Pizza Hut was not far from my hotel. I asked him to join me. We decided to get take out and return to my hotel. As we entered the room Spencer took his shoes off at the door. Some families in upper mountain areas remove their shoes once you enter a home. I noticed Spencer was wearing typical tube socks and his large Adidas tennis shoes smelled phenomenal. He apologized but I told him I was use to the smell of shoes, gym gear, etc after being in college for years and roommates etc. We sat on the bed and got to know each other. I called home and told my folks I got the job and found a place to rent. My dad reminded me he was booked solid and would not be able to help me move. Spencer listened to my conversation And I could tell me was picking up on my situation. We continued to eat our pizza and I offered him a beer. We opened a couple of Coors and finished our dinner. In a few minutes Spence spoke up and said if I really needed help he would go to my home and help me move. He called Evan from the motel and asked if we could use one of his trucks. Man, within a few minutes Spencer had things put in motion. As he was getting ready to throw away the trash I picked up his shoes and was eager to get a whiff….I did so in a casual way and handed them to him. God, I wanted to lick his socked feet but not at this time. Spencer touched my fingers as I handed him his shoes. As he prepared to leave I extended my hand to shake hands with him. He pulled me in for a hug and said he was glad i took the job and excited to get to work with me. I swear he too had a nice smell like his uncle.

Three days later Spencer and his uncle Evan pulled in our driveway. It was a July morning and already started to get warm. Most of my furniture from college was in the garage. Between the three of us we had most things loaded in a couple of hours. My parents had helped me pack my International Scout the night before. My mom had organized linens, kitchen items, toaster, can opener, etc….so this was in my vehicle. The last box to load was a box labeled bedroom….Spencer dropped this box and the corner busted. My underwear, jockstraps, tube socks and a box of condoms were easily visible. Evan looked at me and said…hell son, you can buy rubbers at the drug store …. one of the advantages of working at a drug store, right Spencer. My god, how sexy cute Spencer was as he turned a shade of red. After a two hour drive in a crew cab without AC when we stopped for lunch at Dairy Queen we ate on a picnic bench outdoors. Fuck, both men smelled like sex, raw musk studs. When we finished eating we took a bathroom break. I stood at the urinals and Evan stood beside me. I got a nice view. He looked, grinned and said he needed a piss after that long drive. After I finished taking a piss I stayed just a moment. Evan backed up a step to give me a better view. There was an unspoken moment but we both knew what we were doing. He spoke up and told Spencer to stop playing with his pecker, we needed to get back on the road. We washed up and as we approached our vehicles I suggested to Spencer to drive my Scout. He told me he could drive a stick. I rode in the cab with Evan. He winked once I got in and he told me it was very trusting of me to let Spencer drive my vehicle. I told him I liked the kid. Evan put a stick of gum in his mouth and said….he could tell but be careful and don’t move on his too fast. I looked puzzled. Evan said I could move on him first. He cupped his thick crotch and told me….as your landlord I do have a key. I smiled and said….feel free to use it if you ever need to.

Once we reached the apartment we got everything unloaded. Damn, these men smelled great. I told them I would treat with beer and pizza. Spencer went to pick up the pizza and Evan told me he had to take a piss. He left the door open. I could see the reflection in the mirror as his fat cock was streaming golden stream. Evan told me to come to the bathroom. Wanted to show me the new shower head he had installed. As I entered the bathroom Evan was also showing me his uncut cock. He was wearing an old school white jockstrap that was yellowed with a piss stain. I was in heaven. I dropped to my knees and licked, sucked on the moist piss stained pouch. I chewed on the jock as I took my cock out. I was swallowing his fat mushroom size head when I felt a hand on my head. I looked up and noticed Spencer was watching me suck his uncle. Evan pulled out of my mouth and took charge. He told Spencer to take off his shoes. He handed one of his shoes to his uncle and he started smelling the man foot aroma. Spence sat on the toilet and I took his big toes in my mouth. Evan was jacking his cock as I was worshiping Spencer’s big feet. We moved from the bathroom to the floor. Spencer started sucking my cock as we were in 69 position. I rubbed my feet under his balls. Evan got in position and took turns sucking both of us. We didn’t last long. After we got off we grabbed a shower, wrapped in towels eating pizza and drinking beer.

I knew I was going to enjoy these men.

Part two coming soon.

A Beginner’s Manual

by E. Pluribus Coopernicus, Esq.

Preface

Gentle Readers,

I have noticed a paucity of instructional material for important functionalities between boys and men. While pondering how to take a step toward filling a portion of that vacuum, I recalled the opening of a recitation piece I myself learned as a young fellow.

It began: “I’m here before you to stand behind you to tell you something you do not know.” Or something of the sort. I know a lot. Experience counts.

Dawn broke in my mind, shedding its light in every direction. Of course, involved are one before and one behind. And the behind of the one before.

Ignorance is not bliss. No, it hurts. Gone about the wrong way, the matter of a lad’s behind can lead to serious trouble, not to mention a visit to the emergency room and questions you would rather not face. Not from medicos, policemen, nor parents. Some things are difficult to explain when irrationality is rife.

If fault is to be found, surely it lies in ignorant undertakings. Hence, the value of good guidance from an expert.

While the full range of my methods is beyond the scope of these pages, trust that the simple steps promulgated here will lead both boys and men into anatomically and emotionally harmonious undertakings that are safe, sound, and satisfying.

Shall we begin?

Chapter the first

From the get go, the young fellow needs to ask his man for a gift of enough money to make a most important purchase: a well-stuffed backrest with neck bolster, the sort many people enjoy while reading in bed or watching television. Under no circumstance should said fellow borrow one from a parent or a relative, for it can never be retuned without questions of the sort mentioned in our Preface. Nor should a lad accept the idea of using his man’s backrest.

No. The backrest must be 1.) new and 2.) the youth’s personal property. Importantly, the youth will provide two vital components to the adventures coming: his backrest as means-to-an-end and his own anatomy, for it is what will get laid ahead or, perhaps I should say, to what lies ahead.

Forgive occasional lapses into the vernacular.

CAVEAT EMPTOR! – Lads, if you do not know this term, then your man will explain it while he helps you, if you need help, in making the selection most appropriate to you. Designs, as you will see on-line, are similar. While stuffings may differ, it is the well-stitched cover which matters long-term.

Avoid suede. Looks great, feels good initially, and costs a lot but cannot – I emphasize cannot – be cleaned. Cloth coverings (such as corduroy) wear well and can be laundered provided that they are removable. Zippered covers outperform those which snap on. Best for ease of use and maintenance are those securely stitched for permanence and made from naugahyde or another leather-like material. The sensible color, dark brown.

Whatever your selection, be certain the arms each have a pocket in which necessities can be kept at hand.

Overnight delivery is advised.

Waiting is sweet, as your minds begin to think of possibilities.

Be patient.

Chapter the second

For Lads only

-Section One-

To familiarize yourself with your new acquisition, follow these guidelines.

Dispose of your backrest’s packaging, especially those pesky peanuts with their static charges.

Carefully place the backrest upright against your bed’s headboard. Lads should try positioning themselves as shown in the photographs on the set-up sheet.

Note that the backrest’s arms spread outward. Try your own arms on them and, with your elbows, test the support they provide.

Use your heels on the bed to press your back and neck into the memory-foam fill and feel how it returns you to your original upright position.

When comfortable, try this: Shift slightly to one side and raise your leg on the opposite side to its nearest arm rest. Nice way to slouch, isn’t it?

Now, the other way, with the other leg.

Okay, see what happens when you attempt to put both your legs out on the arms. Yes, unless you’ve really long legs already, your bottom will slide away from the backrest and your lower spine will soon protest. Plus, your head, unless you’re already quite tall, will be bent forward by the neck bolster, no longer a support.

So, pluses and minuses! However, familiarity with this marvel of design and manufacture has only begun.

Reach behind and turn the backrest over, toward the middle of the bed. Observe how the space between the arms provides room for your knobby knees. Put them there and let yourself go forward. Your backside will be elevated, your torso supported, and there will be room for your elbows and forearms to stay alongside or to spread where you want.

When you succeed in mastering this step, remove your clothes and practice. Depending on what the future may hold, try pushing down your so-called private parts so that the top of your little penis is against what used to be the bottom of the backrest but now is the apex of its right angle. Now pull your so-called privates up from under your scrotum to mash the whole package into the angle. Totally different feeling for you, isn’t it?

Repeat these exercises after removing and placing aside the neck bolster. Doing so raises the angle for your backside and thus can offer additional opportunities of which you cannot yet be aware (unless you are a very clever boy).

Here comes what you want to do next.

-Section Two-

Arrive at your man’s place with your backrest, its neck bolster re-secured. Be friendly but insistent that he welcome you both. Flash your doe-like eyes, kiss him like Cupid, and do not be afraid to barge directly to his bedroom with your new trophy.

If you like, thank him for it along the way. Tell him he is really going to like it because you do already and that, together, you two will give it a “test-drive.” Unless he is not bright, he will recognize your initiative and, perhaps, laugh devilishly.

Taunt him by erecting the backrest against his headboard and threatening to put yourself there to watch something on his TV set. This stunt should last no longer than it takes for the expectancy on his face to collapse. Then, with a magician’s flourish, topple the backrest forward, spring from the bed and say, “Well?”

“Well, what?” he may say.

You, very smartly should say, “My clothes are still on and yours are, too. So…?”

If there’s hesitation on his part, take the lead (lads often must in these situations) and say, “The gentleman should go first. You know, age before…” – and let your voice trail away.

Presumably, you already know your man’s body. If not, whether it be a Joe Varsity type with muscles and a head full of thick hair, a bald Big Daddy type with heft, or something between, what counts is what you manage to coax him into doing with it for you.

Chapter the third

For Men Only

Yours is the good fortune to have ahead of you experiences the quality of which you have only heard whispered. Follow the lead of your young fellow but speak always as if you know exactly what you are going to do. You will generate confidence in both yourselves.

After removing his garments and lavishing his front with your fingertips – outline the curve of his ears, the delicacy of his chin, the shape of his arms and sides – and with your lips – nipples, tummy, navel, spurty spike and pouchy part – draw back and admire him with such as, “I’ll bet your pretty body is going to look outstanding against that dark brown. Want to show me? I’ll really like that.”

Chances are that his all will be displayed. Well-reared lads are properly proud to show off.

The aptly-inverted backrest, as you see, is anatomically ergonomic. Face down over its apex, your partner’s pelvis is raised, poised for penetration. Depending upon how, well in advance, you have seen to his receptivity, proceed to prepare the target area via any of the means dealt with in my separately-available brochure, “Whoosh! – Lubricants from A to Z.”

Jockey from the rear to effect your mount – not, of course, with the speed of cowboys in old movies. Sidle through to part his waiting ring with due care. Once secure and listening for audible approvals, move inward until pubic hairs meet flawless flesh. Then wait. You both will have private thoughts about what real estate brokers call location-location-location.

If he moves first, he wants you to commence. If he is content with feeling full and makes no effort, he may be falling into a lull. Do not let this happen. Start on your own. Gentle insistence upon your right of eminent domain will summon his attention. A low growl may be in order.

Ins and outs, backings and forthings are standard but hardly noteworthy. Not with your young fellow thus angled. Here is demonstrated the wisdom of his purchase, for the angle invites everything you have to give. His coccyx and lower vertebrae together with his cushiony hemispheres will bear the brunt of full-on assault. Employ maximum penetration. With the sensitive head of your penis, locate the boy’s prostate and go for it.

A few words about the prostate. It’s there. If you’ve done your duty ahead of time, you know 1.) where his gland is located and 2.) what its stage of development is. Pre-teens have it – nascent, certainly, but responsive to stimulus by a manicured finger. The prostate acquires awareness of its role in pleasure by provocative prods early on. If this process is delayed or has not taken place by the time the gland had grown from acorn to walnut size, then the dire consequence of suddenly being brought into play is that it will have a seizure and expel its products so vociferously that further action cannot be taken at that time.

Do not let this happen. The point cannot be overemphasized, hence the repetition. You have only begun. Slow your pace. Distract by kissing available areas – back of head, nape of neck, an ear. Perhaps stop (fully inserted). Talk him down from the edge as you would someone suicidal.

Shift your own angle, perhaps more upward, and resume moving as if to deliver a calming massage to his recently agitated interior walls. Can you detect a change in your pet’s breathing? When it settles, you may wish to rotate the area to reawaken its response and to ward off the threat of lulling consciousness.

Commence again. This time, consider yourself an oil rig drilling deep. Slam your way from ring rim to total depth with the greatest force of which you are capable. Muscles perform this for slightly built, younger men; sheer bulk for older men, especially those of unusual weight, for they can take advantage of inertia and gravity.

These moments reveal the genius inherent in the design of the memory-foam backrest. Compacting and expanding to meet every demand placed upon it by the equation of man, bottom-boy, and its inversion, this device abets the cause of climax so effectively that men in their dotage reminisce about it with adjectives such as “meteorologic,” “tidal,” and “seismic.”

May mastery of the principles espoused here lead you to bolster your boy’s love.

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I am a thirty four year old professional who works in business development for a company that custom makes construction adhesive materials. I am five foot nine inches, one hundred seventy pounds, keep my smooth body in shape by going to the gym regularly. I have dated both men and women but have never settled down to either one sex or one person. At my job, no one suspects that I am bisexual. Recently I have been more interested in men than women as most of the women I meet are looking for husbands.

I spend a lot of time on the road for my job, meeting with potential clients and often check in with my boss via Skype early every morning I am travelling. My boss is a real hunk, fifty nine year old polar bear, six foot two hundred twenty pounds, mostly bald but with a close cut white beard. He is an old school guy who always wears a suit and tie to office and on the rare occasions I have seen him wearing a polo shirt I can see that his arms are covered in white fur and there is a plethora of long, snow white hair sticking out of the neck of the shirt. I think he is super hot and would love to score him, but never consider flirting with him due to our business relationship and he doesn’t seem to be the type who would swing with men.

I had been on the road for a week travelling to a different place every day and was quite tired and horny. I hadn’t had any luck hooking up with anyone at the hotels so on this evening my cock was craving action. Checked out the internet and there was no one around to play with, but there was an adult video store a couple of blocks from the hotel.

The adult book store had books, magazines and sex toys. They also had video cabins but no one else was there. I didn’t feel like waiting around so I opted to buy a big dildo and a bottle of lube. I planned to have a hot jack off session in my hotel room.

That night, I crawled on the bed, put some porn on my computer and started to play with the dildo. I had been somewhat optimistic about the size of dildo my ass would take and I had been greedy with the size I bought. I enjoyed playing with the dildo and finally achieved getting it in my ass and giving myself a proper fucking. Finally I had a decent orgasm after a number of nights with unsatisfactory handjobs. I placed the dildo and lube on the nightstand, rolled over and slumbered blissfully until morning.

I cleared up the room, packed my travel bag, took a shower and put a dress shirt and tie on as I had a check-in call with my boss at seven am. I never bother putting pants on since the video camera only transmits a picture from the waist up.

Right at seven am, my boss called on Skype and we talked about the meetings I had been to on the previous days and the meeting I had to attend at ten o’clock on this morning. The meeting went fine and I flew home.

The next day my boss scheduled me for a meeting at five pm to review the meetings I had attended. He usually goes home at five pm so I was a little surprised at the timing. I worked hard to get a good presentation ready for him. At five o’clock sharp I entered his office, I sat across from him and started discussing the topics. After about ten minutes, he asked me to come around to the back of his desk, he had something he wanted to show me. He had done this often before so I didn’t think anything about it.

He told me he wanted to show me a video of our last Skype call as he had some questions. He started the video, I was quite bored, because I knew what we had talked about and wondered why we should play a video of the call. After about thirty seconds of watching my heart dropped to my stomach. The video showed me in the foreground, talking blah, blah, blah, and in the background to my left was the nightstand of my hotel room. FUCK! Clearly visible was the big dildo and the bottle of lube.

I was speechless and Iooked my boss in the face. He looked back at me and raised his eyebrows a little bit. He asked me “What were you doing on the business trip?” I still couldn’t manage to answer anything. He then asked me “What do you think I should do about this?” In my mind I was formulating my defense that I had been on my own time and it was none of his business, but still didn’t hadn’t regained the faculty of speech.

He then put his hand on his crotch and rubbed gently and slowly unzipped his pants. He pulled his thick uncut cock out and started to wank ever so gently. He then asked “Interested?” I didn’t answer, but I knew I was more than interested! I just dropped to my knees, kissed his cock and balls and sucked his cock into my mouth. It was not super long, but it was super thick. It grew even more in my mouth and I took in the manly smell of his genitals after having been packed in his suit all day.

He stood up and I continued to suck and he removed his jacket, tie and shirt. As I had suspected, his chest was covered with a massive layer of white fur. His nipples stood at attention and he started tweaking them as I continued to suck and slobber over his dick. His balls were also covered with white fur and I sucked them in my mouth and felt the hair getting caught between my teeth which turned me on even more.

He motioned that he wanted to remove his pants and shoes, but I stopped him, I licked my way down his hairy legs to his black leather shoes. I licked the top and sole of his shoe and in this way demonstrated my submissiveness to his power. I slowly removed his right shoe and took a deep whiff of the manly, sweaty smell mixed with that of the expensive leather. My cock was straining in my suit and his cock was rock hard and standing straight out.

I licked his stockinged foot inhaling the manly aroma and took his stockinged toes into my mouth. I sucked on them greedily extracting his pheromones from the fabric. He moved from the side of the desk and sat down in his office chair. I removed the sock, licked his bare foot, in between his toes and sucked them individually. I then repeated this with his left foot. I could feel precum flowing from my own dick.

He pulled his boxer briefs completely off and I picked them up off the floor and deeply inhaled the scent of his sweaty balls and ass. I wrestled out of my pants and started to wank my cock. He pulled me down on his lap facing away from him and I felt his thick cock push between my legs and poke my ball sac. I could feel his copious chest hair on my back and he played with my nipples. He “fucked” me between my legs for a short while and the sensation of his cock in this tender area drove me wild. I started rubbing my ass crack over his cock, spit-lubed myself and lowered myself onto his cock. While his cock was thick, it was in no way as thick as the dildo, so I was quickly bouncing up and down on his fireplug. The feeling was great and he reached around and started wanking my stiff cock and squeezing my balls.

I could tell he was getting tired in this position so I moved over to lie spread eagle on his desk. He stood up and reinserted into my hole and swung my legs over his shoulders. He fucked slowly and leaned over me. He had slight man boobs (somewhat like a teenage girl) that hung down and I started caressing them. It was a strangely sexy feeling to fondle boobs that were covered with a thick mat of fur. I found out he was a real nipple man and I started pulling on them quite forcefully. He groaned and increased the speed of his fucking. The harder I pulled, the faster he fucked. He leaned down and mashed and ground his furry chest and stomach onto my smooth body. I reached around and felt his hairy back and buttocks. His body felt like steel wool scratching my smooth skin. This sensation together with that of his thick cock in my ass drove me crazy.

He leaned up again, pulled tenderly on my nipples, took my cock in his big hairy hand and wanked me. He leaned back over me again and started to licking my smooth armpit. I had never experienced this and it made my ass twitch and squeeze his cock. He kept this up as he was clearly enjoying the extra pressure I would put on his cock with each lick. Still fucking me at a steady rate he moved up and started kissing me, our lips touching softly and our tougues dancing seductively.

He pulled his cock out of my ass and started wanking it. I started seriously wanking myself. He grunted “Yea?” And I answered “yes”. We both groaned loudly and the first shot of his cum hit me in the face, the second and third formed a large pool on my abdomen. My first load hit him in the chest, soaking into the long tangles of white hair. He leaned down, sucked up his cum from my stomach, kissed me and I sucked his cum out of his mouth and swallowed greedily. I licked and sucked my cum out of the mat of chest hair and fed it to him.

We booth exhaled loudly, our bodies relaxing…..

The next time I travelled, he decided he needed to go with me…..

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They went downstairs and out into the street, then turned into Magnolia. There weren’t any people in Eddy’s usual spot so they headed there. Eddy, Paul and Corey acknowledged the greetings of

the boys in the coffeeshop and laughed when they all asked what the three of them had been doing, since they all had hardons.

“Obviously, my friends, we haven’t done anything, yet. Have you ever known me to let someone out, with a hardon?” Eddy laughed.

“No.” “No way, Eddy!” “Not you.” a chorus of voices answered.

They did a few bong hits, listening to the music and just looking at each other. Conversation seemed out of place as they were each lost in their thoughts, looking from one, to the other. Then the woman behind the counter put on “Boys Don’t Cry” again and Eddy took Paul and Corey by the arm and out the door.

“Can’t hear that one again, not tonight, eh Paul?”

Paul’s face was a little strained as he smiled at Eddy, then over to Corey, who was watching the boy intently, like he was going to suddenly change again on them.

“Paul, go back upstairs and get us some coke. We’ll wait here until you get back.”

Paul left and Eddy looked at Corey.

“Now what do we do?” Eddy asked.

“We take him with us, I guess.”

“Is that what you really want? Don’t think of him for now, just think of you and me.”

“I really want you, Eddy. But I feel for the pain that Paul is showing, even though I don’t know whether or not the pain is real or a show.”

“Paul is in pain. I never realized it until tonight, but he is really in pain.”

Corey looked at Eddy, suddenly realizing “He was your boyfriend, wasn’t he? Before you met me?”

“Yes” Eddy whispered “I loved him, shit, I still love him. But I don’t feel about him the way I do about you. You’re not just some little boy, you’re a young man, what I’ve always wanted. I’ve had lots of little boys, like Paul, but they never grow up into someone like you.”

Corey and Eddy had moved together on the sidewalk, holding each other tightly, almost breathing their conversation into each other.

“We have to take him with us.” Corey said “We have to.”

Eddy just nodded his head.

Paul came back out from the club and Corey and Eddy each took one of the boy’s arms and they set out back to Eddy’s apartment. They walked there in silence, moving that way into the hall, then, not stopping, headed right for the bedroom.

Eddy sat in the middle of the bed, with the bong, getting it all ready. Corey and Paul lay on the bed, one on either side of Eddy, resting their heads on Eddy’s legs, smiling at each other.

Eddy reached down and used one hand on each of them, ruffling their hair, tracing down their faces with a finger. Eddy used all the black hash that he had left, mixing it with the coke that Paul had brought from the club, to make a mixture that would be truly strong, one that would release all of them from any of their inhibitions and would allow them to reach new heights of pleasure.

“Come on up here, the bong is ready. This is really strong, let’s go for everything tonight.” and he handed the bong to Corey.

Corey took the smoke in, feeling the cocaine race through his lungs, carrying it all through him, infusing him with more energy than he had ever felt at once.

All of them did the bong once, then Eddy handed it around a second time, then a third time. Then after, Corey and Paul had done a third hit, he took a large hit, and brought first Corey and then Paul, and breathed the smoke back and forth with them.

Corey could feel his head spin, no, his whole body felt as if it were spinning, except that the spinning seemed to produce energy, energy that was centering on his cock.

Paul looked at Eddy and Corey, seeing them but not seeing, wanting them but unable to move, the coke, opium and hash taking control of his body, causing him to get an immediate erection.

Eddy glanced at Corey, then Paul, seeing their erections. He moved to Corey and took the shirt off, then the boy’s pants socks and shoes, leaving him laying on the bed, his cock standing up from his stomach and throbbing.

Then he undressed Paul the same way, loving the way the boy’s smooth body looked in the dim light, seeing the wonder again of his small but impossibly stiff cock.

Eddy almost ripped his own clothes off as the two boys looked at him, stung by their desire but just waiting, waiting for the man to do something, something that could unlock their paralysis.

Eddy kneeled on the bed, naked, his hand holding his cock, afraid that he would cum just looking at the two boys. He moved down to Corey’s ear “I’m going to get on my back and let Paul sit on

my cock. I want you to suck you at the same time. I won’t cum in him but I want you to cum in my mouth. Then we’ll switch.”

Eddy lay flat on the bed and pulled Paul up and over him, above his hard cock. “Sit on my cock, I want to fuck you.”

Paul shivered as he heard Eddy say this. He wanted Eddy’s big cock in his ass, buried deep in his ass, he wanted it there for this time, and forever. Paul felt for Eddy’s cock, smearing the precum that Eddy was leaking all over the head of the man’s cock, lubricating his cock, then, searching with the man’s cock, found his asshole and slowly took the entire length of the man’s cock into his asshole. Paul’s cock went completely vertical and quivered, as the boy almost came just feeling the man’s cock slide up his ass.

Eddy pulled on Corey and Corey straddled his head. Eddy’s hot tongue licked at the head of Corey’s cock like a snake, over and over, until the boy couldn’t stand it and drove it deep into Eddy’s hard, sucking mouth, leaning more and more forward, getting in deeper and deeper. Corey looked up at Paul, no more than a few inches away and grabbed the boy’s face and pulled him in for a hard kiss. Corey started driving his cock in and out of Eddy’s throat, trying to hold back the sperm but Eddy, sensing that the boy was close, started sucking harder, eager to taste Corey’s hot sweet cum again.

Eddy fucked harder into Paul’s clutching asshole, holding the boy by the hips and bouncing him up and down on his cock like a fuck toy. His cock making squishing sounds in the young man’s

asshole as he slammed it deeper and deeper. He could feel the boy’s asshole start to quiver, then grip his cock tightly as the boy shot his sperm.

Paul felt too good and he moaned into Corey’s mouth as he felt Eddy’s cock start to really pound him, start to open up his asshole as it got deeper into him, then his orgasm came suddenly and he

screamed into Corey’s mouth, the sound muffled by their tongues. He could feel his sperm shooting out, Eddy’s cock seeming to push more out with each thrust up his ass. He cried out again and

again as Eddy continued thrusting into him, Paul feeling his sperm coating Eddy’s stomach and chest.

Eddy could feel the boy’s cum on him, hot and wet as the spurts landed. Then he felt Corey’s cock expand and start to spurt large gobs of sperm into his mouth. Corey sank his cock into Eddy’s

throat and let his overexcited cock pulse and throb, then raised back out of Eddy’s throat so the man could taste him better. Eddy kept on sucking Corey’s cock until the sperm stopped oozing out of it, licking and sucking at the still hard organ, cleaning it off.

Corey pulled his cock out of Eddy’s mouth and moved off his face as Eddy, watching Paul still bounce up and down on his cock, started to take his finger and pick up the individual spurts of

sperm on his chest and stomach. He put the first in his own mouth, then offered the second to Corey, who eagerly took the sweet boy cum and left it on his tongue. Eddy shared all the boy’s cum with Corey, the boy watching them eat his cum and hard again, wanting more and more.

“Fuck me Eddy” he moaned “fuck me more!”

“It’s Corey’s turn to fuck you now.” Eddy answered him, pulling the boy up and off his cock, moving him over to Corey, who was by now flat on the bed, his cock hard and throbbing, ready to fuck

the shit out of the boy’s ass.

Paul moved over Corey, feeling the older boy’s hands on his hips. He took the boy’s cock in his hand and found his asshole. Corey could feel the boy position his hard cock just inside his asshole

and he couldn’t stand it, he had to have that boy. He tightened his grip and pulled the boy down on his cock, at the same time thrusting up into him, until his cock was embedded deeply in the boy’s ass, the boy moaning above him.

Eddy moved over Corey’s face and stuck his cock in Corey’s panting mouth, sinking it in, then pulling it just out, with Corey leaning his head up, trying to get the hard cock back in his mouth. Eddy teased Corey with his cock, driving it in, then pulling back out to watch the boy pant in desire. Finally he couldn’t stand it himself and he fucked his cock all the way into the boy’s sucking mouth and throat, hearing the boy beneath him growl with his need as he took it all in. Eddy leaned forward and kissed Paul, reaching down and taking Paul’s cock and balls in hand, roughly masturbating the boy, rolling his hairless balls through his fingers, feeling Paul shiver and jerk in front of him as Corey’s cock fucked him to yet another orgasm.

Corey could feel the boy move his ass, the muscles of the boy still so tight on his cock that it felt like a glove, like a hand in a glove. He continued to fuck the boy as hard as he could, feeling the asshole nibbling almost at his cock as the boy had another violent orgasm.

Paul’s mouth was forced open, Eddy kissing him deeply and jerking on his cock as he felt another orgasm rush through him, causing him to cry out and hold Eddy’s face to him with both his

hands. Again and again he shot as Corey’s cock and Eddy’s hand milked his cock of sperm.

Eddy felt the boy’s sperm on his hand, felt the smaller cock jerk and spurt in his hand and this set off his own orgasm. He plunged his expanding cock down into Corey’s throat, choking him, as the first spurt shot out. Again his cock shot into Corey’s throat, Eddy’s legs shaking as it did, the cum so thick he could swear he heard it gurgling into the boy’s mouth.

Corey wasn’t expecting Eddy’s orgasm so quick, when the man suddenly rammed his cock down his throat and spurted. Corey relaxed his throat and the man pulled out slightly, the next load filling his sucking mouth. Over and over Eddy’s cock spurted into Corey’s mouth, Corey swallowing and swallowing but still the sperm spurted, filling his mouth and running in small rivulets down the side of his face.

Eddy continued to flex his cock in Corey’s mouth, the sperm shooting, then finally just oozing out, the boy still sucking on his cock. Eddy pulled out of Corey’s mouth and lifted the boy off Corey’s cock. Paul gave a big sigh as the head of Corey’s cock plopped out of his well fucked asshole with a slurping sound.

Corey reached out for Eddy, and Paul and the three of them gathered on the bed, holding each other tightly.

“Guys” whispered Paul, looking back and forth “that was great. The best fuck ever.”

“I loved it, your ass is so tight.” Corey told him.

“Yeah, it was tight. But it won’t be if you keep having two guys like us fuck you!” Eddy teased him, and Corey laughed.

“I’ll always be tight!” Paul exclaimed, eyes twinkling.

Corey got up from the bed and walked unsteadily out of the room.

“I’m getting something to drink!” he said as he left.

Eddy looked at Paul, who looked back knowingly. “I’m going, you want to be alone with him, that’s okay. Remember though, I’m the one that truly loves you.”

Eddy and Paul got up and Eddy kissed the boy gently, lovingly. Then Paul went to the guest bedroom and Eddy went into the kitchen, looking for Corey.

Corey was rummaging through the refrigerator, pulling out all the bottles and looking at them. He pulled out a quart bottle filled with a brown substance, kinda milky looking and waved it at Eddy.

“What’s this stuff?”

“It’s a power shake.” Eddy answered. “For more energy.”

“What’s in it?”

“Just vitamins, minerals, stuff like that. It does give a quick burst of energy.”

“I want to try it.”

“We’ll both try it.”

“Where’s Paul?”

“He went to sleep in the other bedroom. It’s just you and me now.”

“Yeah, just you and me. I like that.”

Eddy poured a glass for Corey and then one for himself. He clinked it with Corey’s as the boy picked it up.

“To tonight!” and Eddy grinned at Corey.

“Tonight!” Corey echoed.

They drank the shake down, the taste not spectacular but Corey could swear that he felt it move in his stomach, could feel it pulsing through his veins after a couple of minutes.

They were back on the bed, having used the bathroom already. Corey was laying on the pillows, looking at Eddy as the man played with the bong, getting it ready again.

“We have to have more.” Eddy said. “Nothing held back, I want to be open to you completely.”

“Me too, no secret desires. Tonight I fulfill all your fantasies!”

“You already have, Corey, my love.”

Just those words sent a chill down Corey’s spine. It seemed like whatever the man told him, the way he said it, made Corey feel wanted and needed. He took the bong from Eddy and they passed it back and forth, each taking a bunch of hits, with every hit they kissed each other, passing the smoke between them, until it seemed to dissipate.

Finally Eddy put the bong to the side and reached for Corey. The boy was ready and came into his arms. Eddy lay down on the bed, with Corey beside him.

“I want to kiss your whole body” Eddy whispered “I want to taste every part of you.” He turned Corey over on his stomach and pressed his face into Corey’s hair. He moved his mouth over the boy’s scalp, smelling the combined scents of sweat and the cologne that the boy had used earlier. He worked his mouth down to the back of the boy’s neck and licked his neck, like he would like a piece of hard candy.

Corey shivered as he felt Eddy’s hot tongue on his neck, then tracing a path down his back, side to side, bypassing his ass and heading down to the back of his legs. The man licked both sides,

both legs, farther down, hitting the back of Corey’s knees and making the boy jump, tickling him.

Eddy moved down to the back of Corey’s feet, then traced his tongue back up to Corey’s ass, kissing both sides before his hands spread Corey’s cheeks apart. Eddy lowered his face to Corey’s

ass and sniffed him. He had a slightly musky smell, from all the energy used earlier. Eddy looked at Corey’s asshole, it was still partially open from all the fucking the past two days. He tongued

around the sensitive opening, the boy moving under him, the feeling too good to lay still.

Corey ground his hard cock into the sheets as Eddy then covered his asshole with his mouth, locking on it and shoving his tongue as far up Corey’s asshole as possible. Eddy could feel the boy’s

asshole gripping at his tongue as he snaked it in, the boy trying to capture it, trying to hold it with his ass.

Eddy reached around and pulled Corey’s cheeks apart as far as he could, his thumbs on either side of the boy’s asshole. Corey was thrusting his ass back at Eddy, wanting more of the man’s

tongue licking him far up inside. Over and over Eddy fucked his tongue into the boy, until Corey started moaning, warning Eddy that he was going to cum if he continued this way.

Eddy slowly pulled off the boy’s asshole, his tongue wanting more of him. He turned Corey over and went down to his feet. Taking one of them in his hand, he brought it up to his face, blowing his hot breath on it, then licking all around the boy’s toes, holding his foot tight as the boy weakly struggled to get away, the tickling sensation intense.

Eddy did the same thing to Corey’s other foot, then traced his way all the way up Corey’s body, bypassing the boy’s throbbing cock for a minute. Eddy licked over both Corey’s nipples, biting

lightly at each of them as he swiped them with his tongue. Then he traced the boy’s jaw with his tongue, working around to Corey’s ear, then sticking his tongue in the boy’s ear and wiggling it.

Corey felt Eddy’s tongue in his ear and it was too much. Again he weakly struggled against the man as he left the one ear and then did the other one. Then he felt the man lick his forehead, his cheeks, over his closed eyes, his nose and then he felt Eddy’s lips on his own, the man’s mouth open, his tongue searching for Corey’s tongue.

Eddy felt the boy moan beneath him as he kissed him. He could feel in Corey the first signs of orgasm and knew that when he got to his cock it would only be a matter of seconds until the boy blew his load. Eddy raised up from Corey, looking down into the boy’s flushed face and then moved down to the boy’s leaking cock. He could smell the boy’s precum, almost evaporating from the heat of the boy. He licked down around Corey’s balls, feeling the boy twitch, feeling Corey’s legs stiffen as he tried to hold back his orgasm.

Corey was panting, like he had just run a mile. The man was licking him, teasing his balls, each time the man’s tongue moved another shock went through Corey. Then he felt Eddy’s mouth close over the head of his cock and take the cock down into his throat. Corey tried to drive it down farther, deeper, one stroke, twice, then he felt the sperm rising up the shaft of his cock and he felt it shoot into Eddy’s sucking mouth.

Eddy could feel the boy try and hold back, to no avail, as he continued to suck hard on Corey’s cock. He felt the first spurt shoot into his mouth, that taste again, unbelievably sweet, then he swallowed the boy’s cock into his throat and let the rest of the boy’s load shoot down his throat. Over and over he felt the boy’s cock throb, filling his stomach with sperm. He finally felt the boy’s cock stop shooting and took it into his mouth where he sucked it gently for a few minutes, until it started to soften slightly. He cleaned it all off and then kissed it again before he let Corey’s cock fall to his stomach, then he moved back up and kissed the boy again.

“Love you Corey” he said, still kissing the boy.

“Love you Eddy” the boy said, then started laughing at how the words sounded, talked directly into his lover’s mouth.

Eddy held Corey for a few minutes, kissing him, playing with the boy’s hair, then he looked and saw that Corey’s cock was again hard, the boy ready again for more action.

“I’m going to fuck you, this time a different way.”

Corey didn’t answer him, he just lay on his back on the bed and spread his legs wide.

Eddy lubricated his cock, watching the boy slowly jerk on his own hard cock and this increased his passion, his desire to fuck Corey, to make him feel that he couldn’t live without Eddy.

Eddy got a pillow and lifted the boy up, placing the pillow under the boy’s ass. Then he lifted the boy’s legs up and put them on his shoulders, moving closer and searching for Corey’s asshole.

Corey felt Eddy’s cock moving and, when it stopped at his asshole, Corey thrust forward a little, taking the head of the man’s cock inside his ass. Eddy moved in, his cock moving all the way inside Corey’s ass, then lodging in all the way.

Eddy started to fuck the boy, long slow strokes that went all the way to Corey’s soul. Eddy bent down and kissed the boy, driving his tongue into Corey’s mouth in the same beat that his cock was fucking the boy’s ass.

He moved his arms around the boy, holding him tight as he continued to slide his cock in and out, continued to kiss the boy. Then he lifted Corey up off the bed and started to bounce him on his cock, holding the boy up and moving him on his cock.

Corey moaned his helplessness, the strength and passion of Eddy overwhelming him. The man’s cock squished in Corey’s well fucked ass as the man bounced him faster and faster on his throbbing cock. Corey felt the man’s grip tighten, almost crushing the breath out of him. He almost blacked out but then Eddy’s cock exploded in his ass and the force of the man’s orgasm jerked the boy back from unconsciousness. He could feel Eddy’s grip on him tighten and loosen with each spurt of sperm from the man’s cock, throbbing in his ass.

Corey tried to work his ass against Eddy, moaning desire into Eddy’s mouth as they were still kissing. Eddy drove his cock deeply into Corey’s ass, letting his load spill out and fill the boy’s asshole. As his orgasm slowed Eddy let Corey fall back down to the bed and, after thrusting into his sperm slickened asshole a few more times, pulled out and rolled over, taking the boy with him.

Corey felt like he was filled with Eddy’s sperm. He could feel it slowly leaking from his asshole, the fucking so hard that his asshole wouldn’t close back completely afterwards. Corey could swear that he even tasted it in his mouth, Eddy had shot so much.

They curled up together, pulling the covers up over them and went to sleep, still holding each other tightly.

Corey woke up first and looked beside him at Eddy. He saw that it was 9:30am and wondered why he felt so rested, then he remembered that they had actually gone to sleep about 2am, not like the past couple of days where it was after dawn when they got to sleep.

Corey watched the man sleep, his thoughts racing. Eddy had thrown all the covers off him and lay there, naked in the light of the morning. As Corey gazed down at Eddy, the man moved just a little and muttered something, still asleep.

Corey moved down on the bed and got over Eddy’s cock, softly blowing his breath on it, delighting in the way that the man’s cock moved, even in sleep. Eddy’s cock, responding to the boy’s

attention, began to lengthen and harden again. Corey just stared at Eddy’s cock, amazed at the pleasure it had brought him.

Corey leaned down and licked the man’s cock, feeling it move under his tongue. Then, slowly so as not to awaken Eddy, he bent down and took the head of the man’s cock in his mouth. Corey

could taste the dried sperm on Eddy’s cock, could taste himself on it, could almost feel it again pounding up his asshole. The boy moaned a little moan and started taking Eddy’s cock deep down into his mouth and throat, no longer worried about waking Eddy up, just wanting more of him.

Eddy had been having a dream, on the beach naked, the breeze warm against his cock. He got hard in the dream and this perfect boy came out from the bushes, dropped to his knees and started

sucking Eddy’s cock. Eddy drove it deep into this dream boy’s mouth, then suddenly came awake, still feeling the same sensation, his hard cock in a wet, sucking mouth.

Eddy peered down, seeing Corey bobbing easily on his erection, stopping occasionally to lick the head of Eddy’s cock, then taking it all back down his throat. Corey was laying so that his cock was near Eddy’s face and the man looked at it, so beautiful in the morning light, throbbing as the boy worked on his cock.

Eddy moved over slightly and took Corey’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue all around the hard cock, moving his head up and down on it fast, to get into the same rhythm that Corey had

already established. Eddy didn’t usually cum fast but there was something about Corey’s obvious need that drew the sperm out of him. He smacked his lips, running them up and down Corey’s cock, wanting the boy to cum also, wanting to taste him again.

Corey felt like he and Eddy were really only one body as he sucked on Eddy’s cock taking it down into his throat. Eddy did the same to his cock. They were both caught up, wanting and needing the other to cum, bringing it out of each other with every movement of tongue and lips.

Corey felt his sperm rising and moaned into Eddy’s cock, and that stimulation, that vibration, set off Eddy’s orgasm. He shot into Corey’s mouth, feeling the boy shoot into his, even the spurts seemed synchronized somehow. Eddy kept all the boy’s sperm in his mouth, tasting it, swirling it around Corey’s still spurting cock, letting it fill his mouth up with Corey’s taste.

Corey put his tongue in front of Eddy’s cock, feeling and tasting the sperm as it shot out against it. His mouth sucked gently with each spurt of the man, pulling the sperm into him. Eddy’s cock began to soften as Corey kept gently sucking on it, still with his mouth filled with the man’s semen. He let the big cock, semihard, out of his mouth as Eddy did the same to his cock and he turned around to kiss Eddy.

Eddy kissed the boy, holding him tight, his tongue, coated with the boy’s semen, probing gently into Corey’s mouth, feeling the boy’s tongue come back at him, with Eddy’s sperm, unswallowed, on it. Their tongues clashed together, mixing their sperm between them, rubbing all over their teeth and gums, coating each other with the essence that was Corey and Eddy.

Corey pulled back and swallowed hard, as Eddy looked at him. Eddy swallowed the mixture of semen, Corey’s and his, and smiled at Corey.

“A good morning to you baby” Eddy said.

“And to you” Corey said, hugging Eddy and then jumping up to head to the bathroom. “come on, let’s shower! It’s a new day!”

Eddy felt his heart almost skip a beat as the boy ran out of the bedroom. He was so beautiful, it couldn’t be true, no way that he could be for real.

They showered in silence, washing each other, occasionally exchanging a kiss. Then they dried off and got dressed. Eddy went out to the kitchen to cook.

As Eddy cooked the breakfast, Corey wandered back to the other bedroom, to look in on Paul. The bed was made, empty, with a piece of paper on it. Corey picked it up but it was in Dutch, the only thing he recognized was the word “Eddy” at the top and at the end he saw “Ik hou van jou”.

Corey took the letter in to the kitchen.

“I was going to wake up Paul and have him join us.” he said.

“That’s a good idea, is he coming?”

“He’s not there. There was a note on the bed.” and Corey gave it to Eddy.

Eddy took the note and started reading it.

Corey could see by Eddy’s face that there was something wrong.

“What does the note say?” Corey asked.

Eddy’s voice choked a little “He’s gone..”

“Gone? Read me the note.”

Eddy began reading, translating for Corey.

Eddy my love,

It has been wonderful, our two years together. I can see that you’ve found another, someone that’s special to you, like you are to me.

You took me in two years ago and you loved me when I thought love was impossible. I never had a problem with just sex with other people, I know you and it’s a part of the job, plus you like it.

But when I see you with Corey it hurts me. I need you to look at me the way you do Corey, to hold me that way. But I think that you’d rather have him so I’m leaving Amsterdam, going back to Rotterdam.

I love you Eddy, I’ll always love you.

Paul

By the time Eddy finished reading the letter to Corey, his voice was breaking and he started crying.

“No, no, no. You stupid, beautiful boy. This can’t happen.”

Eddy ran back into the bedroom, bringing out a jacket for both Corey and himself.

“Come on!”

“Where are we going?”

“The train station. He can’t have left yet.”

Corey wrapped the jacket around him and the two of them ran out the door. Seeing a taxi right at the corner Eddy

jumped in and threw the driver 20 guilders.

“Railway Station and quick!”

The driver took off, the station was only about a 5 guilder fare at the most, he could sense some urgency in the man.

Corey looked at Eddy, the man’s face strained, his lips moving, but whatever he was saying was in Dutch and Corey didn’t understand. They pulled up to the entrance and Eddy jumped out of the taxi and ran into the station, Corey following as best he could.

Eddy looked around as he entered the main terminal, looking for anyone he knew. He spotted one of the club boys, just coming out from the platforms.

“Alex! Have you seen Paul today?”

“Eddy, what’s wrong with Paul? He’s down at platform 22, crying.”

Corey came up at the end of the conversation, just as he heard the boy tell Eddy that Paul was at platform 22.

Eddy ran through the station, down the escalator, like a madman. Corey followed a little more slowly, trying to keep the man in sight as he rushed around a corner. Corey could see a train

coming down the tracks, slowly making its way down the platform.

As he looked down the platform, to where the man had run, he saw Eddy and Paul, the man talking to the boy, the boy looking up at him with obvious tears. Corey walked slowly up to them and

he caught the end of their conversation.

“..I can’t do it.” Paul said.

“You have to. I didn’t realize until I saw your note just how much you meant to me.”

“But Corey..”

“Corey. I do love him, in a special way. I thought he was what I always wanted. Now I realize I already had what I wanted in you.”

The train was stopped at the platform, people getting on and off, moving around this group of three as they stood unmoving on the busy platform.

“Stay with me Paul.” Eddy begged the boy. “I need you.”

“Oh Eddy, you lovable idiot. I need you too. If you want me, I’ll never leave you, never.”

Eddy crushed the boy to him, both of them crying together as the train pulled out of the station, leaving the three of them standing on the now deserted platform.

Corey watched Eddy and Paul, not understanding the words in Dutch, but able to easily understand the meanings by the actions of the two of them.

Eddy and Paul turned and looked at Corey.

“Corey, we need to talk.” Eddy started.

“No, I don’t think we need to.” Corey interrupted. “He’s the one that you want, the one you truly love. It’s so obvious.”

“Corey, it’s not so simple.”

Again Corey interrupted “He loves you too, very much. And he needs you a lot more than I do.” bitterness creeping into his voice. “I’m sure you two will be happy together.”

“But Corey..” Eddy started, as Corey turned and left, walking slowly down the platform “I did love you” Eddy yelled at his back “I thought it was forever!”

Corey rounded the corner and took one last look back, Eddy and Paul were standing, arms around each other, they both waved at him as he went out of vision range.

Corey went back to the hotel and checked out, calling the airport for the first plane out of Amsterdam. As he packed his luggage for the trip back home he found himself crying also, crying not just for what he felt he had lost in Eddy, in sorrow, but also flavored with some joy for Paul.

He dried his tears and took the taxi to the airport, becoming once more Corey Haim, movie star, and, without a backward glance, went back to his life in Hollywood.

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The end for Corey but for Paul and Eddy the adventure continued on. Thanks for reading, rating, and comments. Should you have suggestions about my writing style or plot development or anything, feel free to email me!

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Another one from the Vault which may inspire a bigger series…

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The kid was a bit of a mess – but a hot mess, to be sure. He was having the time of his life, and looked it. Like a lot of the brothers, he’d lost his shirt awhile back, when the sun was still up. Then his turn to do a kegstand came around again, and he shucked his cargo shorts with a wicked grin and took it on, his body long and lean and defined, white briefs barely clinging to the fine-honed muscles of his ass. Arms uplifted in triumph, to the cheers of the small crowd gathered in the backyard of the SigEp house, a bumping tune came on the speakers and he immediately hopped up on the picnic table to start dancing, bringing the cheers and hoots up a notch.

“Colby tells me he’s the life of the party,” Izzo said, as we stood back, red Solo cups of beer in hand, and watched the ongoing debauchery as the night got deeper.

“You don’t know the half of it,” I chuckled.

It was good to be back here. Sure, we were older now, but there was something about being back at the old frat house, your buds around you, bullshitting and telling dirty jokes into the small hours of the night, letting the buzz and the vibe really seep into you. I couldn’t always make it for Alumni Weekend, but I always had a great time when I did. Even more so now, especially with my best bud from back in the day by my side. We were sinking beers like we weren’t in our early 40s, like we didn’t have big-boy jobs and mortgages and wives and families. Like we were still 19, and the warm, beer-soaked nights like these still stretched out ahead of us for years to come.

This was starting to feel a little like one of those nights. Something in the air. I’d felt this vibe before, on Alumni Weekends in years past, and god knows, I’d gotten my cock sucked and fucked some damn fine, tight, muscled fratboy tail at several of these events over the years, as if I’d never graduated and moved on with my life. As if I hadn’t been one of those tight, muscled young fratboys myself, back in the day. Sometimes, it was almost enough to make you wish you were still in the life, still young and mostly carefree, all about the next beer, the next joint, the next party, the next piece of ass. And then you woke up in some fucked-out 20-year-old dude’s musky bed, rubbing your head and wondering why it had ever seemed like a good idea to do Jager bombs again after all these years, remembering you had to call home and check in, had to find your car keys, had to somehow make yourself look presentable for the daytime functions, had to reconcile the fact that you’d dumped two loads up some hot young dude’s ass when you had a wife and kids and a semi-respectable life to go home to.

And then sometimes, the kid woke up with a cute, sleepy-eyed smile and leaned down to suck your cock back to hardness, and you forgot all about that shit and surfed the memory wave, back to those good ol’ days.

“Reminds me of you a little, Bill,” Izzo said with a knowing chuckle.

“Shut the fuck up, bud,” I laughed. “I didn’t table-dance all that much. And half the time, you were up there with me.”

These parties could get a little wild, it’s true. And after enough shots, enough beers, with the right tunes on the stereo, things could get a little… frisky. There’s something about that feeling, being young, built, single and free, being desired. Feeling friendly hands giving you a playful grope, getting you even more in the spirit of things. Dollar bills jokingly tossed at your feet, or into the waistband of your shorts. A few bold hands tucking those bills way deep down, and getting a good feel of your goods into the bargain. Knowing one of your bros, and maybe more, would probably get naked with you in your room upstairs.

One of the last great parties we threw before we graduated, me and Izzo got convinced – and there wasn’t much arm-twisting involved – to get up and dance a little, and somehow that wound up as us down to our underwear, bumping and grinding, before Izzo pulled my face in close to his, all sweaty and grinning and hazy-eyed, and laid some serious tongue on me. Hearing the cheers of our bros go up even louder just made us go with it even more, and we wound up just short of fucking each other right there on the table. It was a hell of a charge, and when he grabbed my hand and yanked me upstairs to his room to take it further, like we’d been doing on the semi-sly for two semesters by that point, somehow it turned into a five- or six-brother thing. Quite a night. I still jacked off thinking about it, and every so often, when me and Izzo would have one of our Sunday-evening catch-up calls, one or the other of us would start to mention it, and the call would end up with us jacking off and reliving it blow-by-blow, hiding away from our families as we relived some of the best times of our lives together.

Seems like some things never changed, because the current generation of SigEps were just as crazy as us, just as randy, and even the presence of a good dozen of us old alums hadn’t made them any more circumspect. If anything, tonight seemed a little wilder. Off in the darker corners of the yard, some of the alums and the younger brothers were deep in conversation. Hands casually groped asses, stroked pecs. Heads tilted in to connect. Newly formed pairs wandered casually into the house and upstairs, and I’d most definitely heard the grunting, growling sounds of male sex coming from behind closed doors on my last trip inside to use the bathroom.

Me and Izzo leaned back and watched the kid dance, swiveling his trim hips like a stripper, his skin glowing with sweat, starting to throw a solid rod in those half-bagged shorts of his. One of his brothers, a big, good-looking kid in his own right, stepped up beside him, handed him a funnel and upended a tallboy into it. We both chuckled as the kid swallowed it, Adam’s apple working overtime, before he dropped the funnel, raised his arms up in the air, and belched triumphantly. And then he grabbed hold of the beer-pouring brother and laid a pretty serious kiss on the dude.

“Fuck,” Izzo murmured, reaching down to grope the big bulge in his khaki shorts. “Definitely reminds me of you.”

“Well, maybe the apple doesn’t fall so far from the tree after all,” I chuckled, as the kid released his brother from the kiss, grinning, and then looked around in triumph. His eyes found mine, and he blushed briefly, then grinned some more. The kiss had left him throwing a serious bone in his beer-soaked briefs. I just nodded at him, lifted my Solo cup and gave him a wink.

No question about it – Brady was my son, alright.

The big kid stepped down off the table, tenting his own shorts, and came over our way, grinning but looking a little guilty.

“Colby, buddy, you act like you’re the first Izzo to ever party,” Izzo said, slipping his arm around the big kid’s neck. “Me and Bill here could tell you a few stories…”

“You already have,” Colby said with a joking eyeroll. “And I’m sure you’re gonna tell me even more…”

I watched Brady continue to dance on the table with something like paternal pride, and then one of the alums passed me a joint and I took a hit. Fuck yeah. I was definitely proud of my kid. Smart, funny, hell of a baseball player, and he’d had no issues integrating into college life. His grades were good, and he still knew how to party with the best of them. My fucking kid, alright. And going on the attention he was getting, and loving getting, he was just as popular with his brothers as I’d been back in the day.

I wondered how many other chapters fostered such tight bonds between alums and their sons. Maybe it was just us, maybe something in the water at this old, storied house, running through the ancient pipes, flowing down our throats, over our bodies as we bathed in it, drank it in, fucked in and beneath it. Just like our sons did.

I was standing there, half-lost in my weed-clouded reverie, when I noticed Brady being offered a shot from his admirers below. Another of the alums – Spencer, maybe? He leaned in to take it, then leaned down further, that tight, muscular young ass of his rising up out of his damp Boss briefs like a sweat-shining sculpture, listening intently to what the guy was saying into his ear. Then he grinned, slowly rose, looked directly at me and took the shot, tossing the glass over his shoulder to cheers from the guys as he resumed grinding his hips. Only now, it was like he was dancing for me, and when he lifted his hands up towards me and started motioning me in, I got that gut-tingle again.

“Go on, get your ass up there, Drake!” I heard somebody yell, to laughter and applause. I just laughed, shook my head.

“C’mon, Dad!” Brady called, and I heard the cheers go up a notch. Eyes on me now. Hands clapping my shoulders, my back, my ass. Pushing me forward. So fuck it. I dumped the last of my beer down my throat – just in time for some asshole to hand me another one – fixed my eyes on my boy’s, and made my way over.

“Fuck yeah, big guy,” he grinned, grabbing my forearm and helping pull me up with him. I could smell the beer on him, the weed smoke fogging the yard, and beneath all that, his young sweat, cutting through everything else as he locked his excited gaze and grin on me and started to dance.

Took me a minute to find my rhythm – I guess I’m turning into an old guy, because I have no idea what the fuck it is these kids are listening to nowadays – but eventually it found me, and me and my boy were dancing together. The kid had moves – I guess I’d always had pretty good rhythm, and he definitely got his from me and not his mother. The guys seemed to be enjoying it, especially when Brady started dancing closer in on me. I could see their grinning faces, their eager eyes, but mainly I was focused on my son, on his scent and the sheen of sweat and beer glowing on his tight-muscled young frame, the sway of his hips, the impressive half-bone pushing across his trim hip.

And then some wiseass – probably Izzo, that asshole – put Prince’s “Kiss” on the speakers, Brady’s eyes lit up, and I guess mine did too, because I’d done more than a few turns on this table to that particular song. Brady was doing a slow grind, and when he turned his shiny bare back around and pushed that fine young ass of his back at me, half exposed to the warm night air, I gave it a solid smack on instinct. The crowd cheered some more, and then he pushed his rump further back, up against my crotch, and I know he could feel the hardon steadily growing, pulsing there. Made it real easy to slide my hands round his sides, over the slightly beer-swollen expanse of his normally tight abdomen, and sink my fingers down through his treasure trail, into the sweaty tangle of his half-exposed bush.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted, grinding his ass back into me harder, and I was just about to lean in even closer to him, slide my thick fingers along that hard tube of sophomore cock, when he turned suddenly, faced me, wrapped his arms round my neck and ground even closer against me.

There was definitely something in his eyes, but I bet they were just reflecting what was in mine, because it felt like the rest of the world fell away. We were locked in on each other, and nothing else existed beyond my kid’s eyes, the scent of beer and sweat rolling off him, the feel of his sweaty, smooth skin and the muscles beneath it moving beneath my hands. The graze of his big young cock tenting his shorts, brushing against mine. The feel of his muscular ass flexing as my hands slipped down over the top of it and squeezed.

Fuck yeah. Me and my boy had a connection alright, but we’d never been this connected this publicly. Alumni Weekend could have that effect on you, especially this part of it, informally known as Parents’ Night. I broke the gaze, eyes roving over the avid, grinning faces of my old brothers and the fresh crop of younger men filling their shoes. They were enjoying the show, no question. And then I found my old partner-in-crime, John Izzo, his dark-haired forearm slung round his son Colby’s neck, big hand lazily teasing the kid’s nip through his T-shirt. Colby had a faraway look in his eyes that made him the spitting image of his father – I remember seeing that same expression twenty-some years ago as Izzo sank his tight soccer-jock ass down the length of my cock up in our shared attic room many a time. Or when he returned the favor and sank his seven-inch cock up my ass, usually not long after. I wondered if his boy and mine were carrying on our traditions.

Izzo looked at me, that proud paternal smile of his matched with that definite look in his eyes, the one he often shot me from across a room when he wanted to go have some fun. A question and an invitation. One that even now, in my 40s, married and a father of three, I couldn’t resist. Only this time, well… it was different. Bigger.

I nodded, and he smiled, nodded back, then curled his forearm round Colby’s neck and guided his boy inside. The kid was throwing a serious rod in his cargo shorts, and he looked to be every inch his father’s son. I turned back to Brady, back into the horny tractor beam of his half-drunk, sexed-up gaze, and gave those hard mounds of muscle that by now were almost totally out of his shorts in back a good, deep squeeze. Felt him throb and grunt against me. I wanted to lay some serious tongue on him, right there in front of everybody, but I still had my wits about me. Everyone’s got a phone these days, and despite the strict no-pics rule once it got dark, you never knew when some asshole might take the wrong kind of shot at the wrong time. Besides, everybody knew where this was probably going. Most of them had been there themselves, with their own boys, if they weren’t already going there in one of the bedrooms upstairs right now.

The song wrapped up, another round of cheers went up, and I pulled my kid in for a proud hug, rubbing his ballcapped head in pride. Then I took his hand and stepped down off the table, ignoring the calls for another dance, and led him into the house.

Music and laughter and loud conversation pounded through the walls, from the basement on up, but it got progressively quieter as we climbed the stairs to the third floor and the two attic rooms. I knew exactly where the Izzos would be, and hearing the grunts and slapping bodies coming through the closed bedroom doors as we ascended, still holding my boy’s hand, just added to the mounting heat in me. We passed a couple of brothers, young and old, and they nodded and grinned in passing. We all knew what was up tonight. We were all down for it.

The door to me and Izzo’s old room was half-open, the third floor almost quiet in comparison to the floors below. Quiet enough to hear the smack of lips, of men grunting, murmuring. I pushed the door open, feeling Brady’s squeeze almost nervously in mine, and grinned at the sight. Colby Izzo was shirtless, the same thatch of dark hair on his big, defined chest I remembered well from his father. John was running his long, skilled fingers through it slowly as he murmured something inaudible to his boy, who looked almost hypnotized as he undid the button’s on John’s polo shirt. They looked deep in each other’s eyes and leaned in to kiss, long and slow and deep, flashes of pink tongue slipping into one another’s mouths, and I felt my cock go fully erect at the sight, even more so when Brady interlaced his fingers in mine and squeezed.

“About fuckin’ time, bro,” Izzo said warmly when they separated, smiling at me as he raised his arms for his son to strip his shirt off him.

Brady closed the door behind us and clicked the lock, and I stepped in close to my old brother and laid a deep, wet, eager kiss on him as his son bent down to latch his mouth onto his father’s nipple. I felt Brady step up close behind me and run his hands up my sides, tracing over the still-strong muscles, making my skin prickle under my shirt. I caught Colby’s eye as I pulled off his Dad’s lips, and the big kid grinned and eased up to kiss me. He was just as good as his Dad was. I guess it wasn’t just good looks, tight muscles and pure horndog instincts that ran in their family.

John was growling, mashing my head and his son’s together, pushing us deeper into our intense, wet kiss, when I felt Brady’s arms squeeze me, then his hands tugging at my shirt.

“Yo, back off, bro,” he said to Colby, with a good-natured chuckle. “You got your own Dad to play with. I got first dibs on mine.”

I turned around, my eager boy slipping into my arms, and my hands sank deep into his shorts in back, giving his muscular young ass a solid squeeze as his mouth and tongue met mine in the deep, hungry, passionate dad-son kiss we were so close to sharing on that table outside. But here, in private, with my best bud and his boy, we could share all we liked. It’s what I’d been waiting for all weekend.

Our old attic room filled with the sounds of dudes kissing, lips smacking, low, sexy grunts and whispers, murmurs, just like it had back in our day. And now a second generation of Drake and Izzo fraternity men were continuing that deep tradition, showing us how well they’d learned from us, how eager they were to keep the secret ways alive.

I came up off Brady’s mouth, leaning back to give him room to work my shirt off me, catching John’s eye.

“We gonna get naked with our boys, and show them how a SigEp man pleases his buddy?” he asked, low and husky.

“Damn right we are, brother,” I grunted.

“We gonna fuck our own boys, brother? Together? Just like we always said we would?” he said, and his eyes were on fire, remembering all the heated, taboo talk we’d grunted out with each other when we were their age, in this very room, all those years ago. A pact between brothers. Finally about to be realized.

“Fuckin’ A, brother,” I grinned, and we leaned in and met again in a grunting man kiss, as Colby undid his father’s shorts and dropped them to the floor with an eager, husky moan, while my boy pushed my shirt off my shoulders and set to work on my belt.

Soon John and I were proudly displaying our fatherly tents in our boxer briefs to our worshipful boys. Colby had yanked off his sweaty T-shirt and his shorts, and seeing him packed into trunks gave me a serious case of deja vu. He looked just like his Dad did at that age, right down to the fraternity tattoo on his tanned right shoulder, and watching him hungrily lick and suckle on his father’s bulge reminded me of more than a few Alumni Weekend evenings, when we’d invited alums up here to our room for some brotherly worship and bonding.

Brady looked less like me, but he was cute as hell as he smiled all eagerly up at me, reaching into my boxer briefs for the cock I’d created him with, looking boyishly cute like he had the first time he’d done this a few years ago. Yeah, he’d been destined for this, in much the same way I’d eagerly learned to swallow my own father’s cock at the same age. The same way John and his boy had been destined to connect. It’s why me and Izzo had been destined to be such good, tight buds, even after all these years.

John and I moved almost in sync as we steered our boys to the twin beds. I don’t know how Colby and Brady worked it out that they were sharing this room, the way their own fathers had a generation ago, but I was glad they did, because it made it feel even more like coming home when we laid their now-naked young bodies down on the beds we ourselves used to sleep and play on. Felt like we’d never left, as their eager, athletic bodies curled around us and pulled us down into them, as our lips parted, tongues tangled, as their strong thighs wrapped round us and drew us even closer to the hot, tight, pulsing knots of muscle that led the way inside of them.

Me and Izzo entered our sons almost in unison, watching each other with big, brotherly smiles as we slid into them. This fuck, this night, this amazing thing we were doing was as much about us as it was about them. After all, we both already had this bond with our boys. Doing it together like this for the first time in person, side-by-side, made it more intense, deeper, strengthened our bond to each other and to this house, this brotherhood. It was like an offering to all the men who’d come before us, and all those who would come after. Preferably with each other. And maybe even with their own sons, like we were doing. The thought of John and his son following this special tradition gave my cock an extra thrill, made me drive my cock even deeper up into Brady’s ever-tight, welcoming guts, made him moan and sweat and clutch at the big muscles of my upper arms as I bottomed out inside my eldest son.

Would I get to experience this with his younger brothers? Would Mikey and Will Drake be SigEp men like their father and big brother? Time would tell. I know John was wondering about Luke Izzo too, I could read it all over his face as he stared at his eldest son, thrust deeper into him, that still-spectacular ex-soccer-jock ass of his dimpling deep as he thrust. I couldn’t wait to get up inside that tail of his, and give him the same pleasure too, while our boys coupled like we had 25 years ago. But that was for later. We had the rest of the weekend stretching out ahead of us. For now, tonight, this was about a deeper bond. A tradition. A promise we’d made to each other as young men, as fraternity brothers, finally coming to fruition.

“Ah fuck Dad,” Brady moaned as I fucked up into him harder, faster, deeper. From the corner of my eye, I could see John’s fit body doing the same, and I knew he was staring as deeply, intently into his son’s eyes as I was mine.

Colby’s moans mixed with Brady’s, building into a low, deep undercurrent that merged with the noise of the party downstairs and outside, the faint noises of other couplings going on below us, the sounds of our hips slapping against the upturned asses of our sons, our own deep grunts and moans and murmurs. It felt like a wall of sound building up, mixing with the fog of sweat and musk between us, something huge and powerful that had been building up all these years, between me and my brother Izzo, between us and our eldest sons, between the men of our chapter and their fathers and their sons, back and forth in time until it became something even bigger, deeper, more powerful than we could comprehend.

John Izzo and I fucked our sons into the tradition, let it wash over us, the brotherhood and the bond, between men, between fathers and sons. We looked over at each other once more, and I could tell from the hard flex of John’s still-killer bod that he was right there on the verge.

“For the brotherhood, Bill,” he grunted.

“For the brotherhood, John,” I moaned back, and then we nodded at each other, looked down into the handsome, sweating, ecstatic faces of our sons, the next generation of SigEp brothers, and like some signal passed through us all simultaneously, we let the bond of brotherhood and family wash over us and surge down through our bodies, up along the throbbing lengths of our cocks, and explode in hot, thick jets, inside and over and between us all, one after the other, almost in unison.

The peak was intense, and somehow the afterglow, all curled up with our sons in our old frat beds, was almost as deep and intense. Even though it was already very deep and powerful, I felt even more bonded to my boy in that moment, and from the low murmur of conversation and the sound of kissing from the bed across the way, I could tell the Izzo men were riding that same vibe.

“That was fuckin’ awesome, Dad,” Brady grinned. “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I pledged. Ever since you told me about you and Mr. Izzo.”

“Shit, buddy, me and your Dad have been wanting to do this since before you guys were born,” John chuckled, lazily stroking Colby’s sweaty torso as his boy nuzzled against his neck, playing with the fine strands of silver that had come in through the dark hair on his chest.

“Maybe you and your sons will carry on the tradition too,” I said to my boy.

“Fuck yeah,” Colby piped up, and then his and Brady’s eyes met. When they slowly peeled themselves off us and hopped up off the bed, meeting in the space between in a tight hug that inevitably shifted into a friendly, brotherly makeout, I felt my spent cock twinge again.

John just chuckled, hauled his ass out of his old bed and went to the minifridge to retrieve a couple more beers. He made for one hell of a sight, big spent dick swinging between his muscled thighs as he made his way to me, and even though we were both bigger than we’d been back in the day, we still found room to squeeze into the same bed like we used to. I pulled him up against my bigger body as we took in the sight of our handsome sons deepening their bond.

“What if they don’t, you know… settle down like we did, Bill?” he asked. I got what he was saying. I’d always made it clear to Brady that his sexuality was his own. He didn’t have to pursue marriage to a woman, a family, all the things I had, if he didn’t want to. I’d be as proud of him no matter where he went in life. And as he could see – as he had experienced – there was always this kind of fun to be had, no matter what.

“Hell, they’d make a fine couple, don’t you think, brother?” I chuckled, and the idea of that, of our boys partnering up, drawing our families together, gave us both a dick-twitch.

“Besides, we’ve both got other sons,” I said, running my free hand up the firm muscles of my best bud’s stomach. “There’s always the chance they’ll follow in the tradition too. Never can tell.”

“Damn right you can’t,” John grinned, turning his head up to kiss me slow and deep. “But I hope we get to find out.”

I drew my fraternity brother in tighter to me as we explored the kiss more deeply, as our eldest sons took to the other bed together to build up to their own second round. Two generations side by side, doing what brothers do best – that’s what Alumni Weekend was all about.

Hell yeah. I was already looking forward to next year.

The End

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After almost 18 months, it was over: my relationship. He decided he didn’t want to be faithful any longer. He took his stuff from my place and just like that, I was alone. I dated off and on throughout the winter, but the guys I met weren’t really my type. Plus, it was winter for crying out loud which means it was cold and snowy. But finally winter relented and spring was coming. A few house in the neighborhood went up for sale, including one right next to me. I watched a few people tour the house but by late spring, I noticed a sold sign in the front yard. The young family that sold the house was nice with me and I wondered if I’d get another nice neighbor or some bigot that hated ‘those gays’.

Less than a week after seeing the sold sign, I noticed a moving van in the driveway when I came home from work on day. I watched the guys move stuff in, noticing the impressive style of the family that I assumed owned the furniture. It wasn’t long before I saw the couple – probably around my age. They seemed nice enough: relatively fit, big smiles and waves as I pulled in to the garage.

Over the course of the next month or so we became better acquainted. I learned they had two kids, a girl named Kylie in her late twenties and a boy, Claiton, in college. The father, Brian, was a mortgage banker and the mother, Marla, was a special ed teacher. And they were highly liberal politically, even more so than me. Which was a relief: better an ultra liberal than an ultra conservative living next to his gay guy!

As spring ended and summer approached, one evening ‘over the fence’, I commented on how I needed to get the lawn mower out and mow the yard.

“Jim, just wait until this weekend. Clay will be home for the summer and we’ll have him mow it for you!” Marla offered.

“Oh that’s not necessary” I told her.

“None sense. Clay runs a business of lawn care in the summer to help pay for his college. He’d be glad to help – and I’ll make sure he does it for free; your yard isn’t that big” she responded.

Not that big?!? Who’d she been talking to I thought, letting out a chuckle.

“Well, I make sure I pay him. I insist” I replied.

“Suit yourself! But at least let him do it for you – you work so hard all day long!” Her voice rang with sympathy, which I couldn’t tell was genuine or because I lived alone. No matter.

That weekend, I noticed another car in their driveway when I got home. Thinking nothing of it, I went in my house and took a shower. Drying off I heard the doorbell so I pulled on some sweat pants and ran to the door.

“Coming!” I yelled, water still running down my chest. I opened the door and there stood Marla and an incredibly sexy young man to her right.

“Jim, this is Claiton. Clay, this is Jim Brandon” she said as he stuck out his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Brandon” he said, with a sideways smirk that smacked of confidence. And why shouldn’t he be confident? He was stunning: black hair, hazel eyes, strong jaw line and stood eye to eye with my six foot three inch frame. I stuck out my hand.

“Pleasure” I said as I shook his hand. I felt his hand squeeze tightly as his mother started talking.

“Clay said he’d be happy to mow your yard this summer” he said as I watched Claiton’s eyes scan my body down, face to crotch, and back up. Not only was he confident, but brazen. Maybe it was because I hadn’t gotten any, but I swore my gaydar was pinging off this kid. Normally, I don’t go for guys so young: mid thirties to fifty was my wheelhouse. But Clay…something about him peeked my interest.

“I’d be glad to” he said, still holding my hand. Being only in sweats, I had to reposition myself to hide what was happening underneath my sweats.

“What would you charge?” I asked him, still in his grasps.

“Well, mom said your yard was small but…” he quickly looked down at my growing crotch again “…it’s bigger than I thought. But I’m sure we’ll work something out” he said still beaming with confidence.

“Jim, you want to come to dinner tonight?” she asked.

“Thanks. But it was a long week – I think I’ll just stay in with a nice cold drink tonight” I said as Claiton pulled his hand away..

“Suit yourself” she said – she said that a lot I’d find out over the course of the year.

“Mr. Brandon. Is tomorrow OK?” Claiton asked.

“Sure. What time?”

“Sometime in the afternoon, if that’s OK. You don’t have to be here if you have plans – I have my own equipment” he said.

“I bet you do!” I said internally, catching myself before I made it audible.

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” I said.

They left and I watched them walk away through the window of my closed front door. Did I imagine that or what I wondered. If I didn’t need a drink before I sure do now!

I woke up the next day, ran my errands, and settled in for a quick sandwich for lunch. Hearing the doorbell, I opened it to see Claiton standing there in his tank top, shorts and grass stained sneakers.

“You ready for me?” he asked with a sense of innocence I could tell was being faked from my benefit. His tanned arms stood out nicely against his teal green tank. His tanned legs were covered in black hair, and well muscled. His forearms were muscled and relatively hairless (at least when compared to his legs) and through the top of his tank sprouted a dozen or so chest hairs. Anyone could tell he was well fit but not a gym rat.

“Sure am! You need anything from me, Claiton?”

“Just call me Clay” he said “Oh and how do I get in to the back yard when I’m ready?”

“Just unlock the gate and it’s all yours” I replied. He stepped back and grabbed his mower. I heard it fire up as I closed the door. My god, did I just get turned on by a kid in his twenties?!? That’s never happened before. Even when I was in my twenties I was still in to guys older than me. It was strange, but Claiton – Clay – had something about him that got my blood churning.

A few minutes later I peeked out the window when I heard the mower stop. The ward looked really good – he even trimmed the sidewalks! I heard the mower start up in the backyard so I went in to the kitchen. I looked out the window and my legs weakened. There was Clay, pushing that mower, covered in sweat with his shirt draped over the fence. His body was delectable. His chest was hairy and soaked in sweat, with all the hairs pointing down to his stomach, which was smooth save for his belly button. His white shorts were wet with sweat, but I’m not sure how that sweat got there because it had to navigate around those abs of his. The hair on his head was stuck to his head with sweat as well. I don’t remember it being that hot out today, but I wasn’t complaining!

Part of me felt bad lusting after my neighbor’s son, but the over half – particularly the bottom half – had no such issue. In little time, my dick was hurting as it pressed up against my jeans. I had to reach down and rearrange myself. I watched as he turned his back to me and pushed towards the end of my yard. His back was tanned and toned perfection. As he turned back towards me, he caught my stare and did one of those ‘hey man’ head bobs guys do with each other. I raised my glass up as visibly to thank him for a good job. God I wanted to thank him so bad!

I busied myself for a bit, trying to get my mind off of him, when I heard the mower stop. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. When I opened it, there was a soaking wet college boy standing there looking totally sexy and adorable at the same time.

“All done Mr. Brandon!” he said.

“How much do I owe you?” I asked.

“Nothing. Pro boner” he said.

“You mean Pro Bono?” I asked.

He laughed a fake laugh. “Yeah. that’s what I meant to say!” as he tossed his shirt over his shoulder.

“Well, at least let me get you something to drink!” I offered.

“That would be great – it’s hot out here” he said, taking off his shoes.

“Yeah, I noticed” I said without thinking. “You’re soaking wet” I offered up.

He stepped in and follow me to the kitchen.

“Water, soda, lemonade…” I said as I scanned the fridge.

“Water would be great. I need to replenish” he said as I offered him a bottle.

“Recycle that, mister!” I said with a smile.

“Yes sir!” he said with a salute.

He took a long drink. “I should go. I don’t want to drip all over your kitchen!”

“Right!” I said ushering him to the door. “Big plans this being your first weekend home?” I asked.

‘Nah. Just staying in tonight – will have the place to myself tonight. Folks are going to Kylie’s tonight for dinner.”

“Oh? You’re not going?” I asked

He swallowed a drink of water. “No, her boyfriend is a douche bag” he said. I laughed. “Oh, you must have met him!” he said wiping his hair back off his wet forehead.

“No, I can just relate” I said.

“What about you? No date?” he asked. I was shocked that the kid would ask such a personal question to a complete stranger that was old enough to be his father.

“No. Just a quite night at home for me, too.”

“We should hang out” he said, propping himself up on the doorsill with his arm.

Instinct told me to say no, but, well, I could use the company, lest I become known as the hermit of the neighborhood.

“You know what? Sure. Sure. Let’s do it. Want to come here? I don’t want to invite myself in to your parents’ home”

“Sure. Say six? That not too late for you old guys?” he said with another of those sext smirks.

I smiled.

“Six is fine. What kind of movies do you like?”

“Surprise me!” he said as he turned to leave. “See you tonight!”

I closed the door. What the hell was I doing?!? Tempting fate by flirting with my neighbor’s son? I’m smarter than this!

The rest of the afternoon I tried to think of a way to cancel, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Five thirty rolled around and I found myself showering as if I was going on a date. What if this kid is just super friendly and my gaydar, which I haven’t had to use for almost two years, needed to be tweaked and this was all in my head, I asked myself standing naked in front of the mirror. I may be in my mid forties, but I still looked damn good, I told myself. Maybe I was trying to psyche myself up, but hell, I needed to have someone pay attention to me, even if it was only in my mind. I didn’t bother shaving or trimming anything as I did in past dates – dates?!? This isn’t a date. What is it?

The doorbell rang at six on the nose and I opened the door. Clay was dressed in a t shirt and shorts and sneakers – very casual, which made me glad I had a re-think on my own clothes. I wore a old polo and shorts myself.

“Come on in, Clay” I said as he stepped in. “I would offer you a beer but I’m not even sure you’re old enough to drink!” I said trying to gauge his age.

“I’m twenty three – so I’ll take a beer” he said as I offered him a bottle. “Your parents are OK with you drinking?” I asked.

“Jim: I’m twenty three!” he said.

“I know I know, it just feels weird, you being so young here with me….” I trialed off.

“You being ‘so old’” he said using finger quotes.

“Well, that’s not exactly how I’d word it, but yeah” I admitted.

“I’m not the innocent little boy my mommy wants to think I am” he said twisting off the cap of the bottle.

“Fair enough” I replied.

“And you’re not old. What are you, thirty?” he asked

I looked at him. “Either you’re not as smart as you think you are…” he looked at me surprised “…or you are as smart as you think you are” I finished. He smiled.

We crashed on the sofa and found some alien type of movie to watch. I kept moving around on the sofa – nerves mostly.

“You ok man?” he asked. “Here” he said as he stood up and moved around behind me, grabbing my shoulders.

“I’ve been told I’m good at this” he said as he started kneading my shoulders. It felt amazing.

“You’re not wrong, you’re really good at this” I told him.

“I should be, I’ve almost fulfilled my hours” he replied.

“Fulfilled? Like community service!” I said with a laugh.

“Watch it old man” he said as he squeezed my neck and laughed.

“Hey, you said I’m not old earlier!”

“Well, not for me. I prefer older men” he said.

“Relax!” he said, as he felt me tense up at what he said. “You’re a sexy guy, but you’re my folk’s neighbor” he said as he continued to squeeze my shoulders and neck. “It would be…inappropriate…for us to act on our feelings, right?” he asked seductively. Damn! I haven’t had full grown men seduce me the way this kid was. He either had skills or I was super horny. Or a little of both.

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to be coy.

“I saw the way you looked at me yesterday. And today. Much like the way I looked at you” he said as he pulled away from behind me and moved next to me on the sofa.

“You’re a fucking sexy ass man that I’d like to get to know better” he said moving in closer to my face.

In what seemed like hours, but was literally seconds, I mulled around the scenario in my mind: “What if his parents find out? So what, he’s an adult!” I kept telling myself. Muscle memory took over and I reached over, grabbed his face and pulled him towards me. Our lips met in an almost violent kiss. My tongue punctured his mouth and explored his wetness. And his tongue wasn’t too far behind mine in that regard.

He pushed my down and climbed on top of me, which I readily allowed. I felt the brillo-like hairy legs against mine as he struggle for, and finally found, leverage over me, our lips never parting one another. Our breathing quickened as he moved from my lips down to my neck, one of my weaknesses. I felt his beard scruff scrape the skin of my neck, until he found just the spot he wanted. I moaned with pleasure as this man-boy chewed and sucked my neck, his beard scruff scraping my skin in the process. I reluctantly push his head down closer to my collar bone to avoid any possibility of visible marks.

That didn’t seem to suit Clay well. He pulled back and sat up, his mouth red from the pressure he was putting on my neck. In one quick motion he removed his shirt and tosses it to the floor. This being the first time I’ve seen him shirtless and dry, I noticed his chest isn’t as hairy as it looked covered in sweat, which made sense, but it was still sexy. I watched his chest heave with each breath; his perfect nipples erect and standing out from his still sexy hairy, squared off pecs. I reached up and ran my hands through his chest hair – it was as soft as cotton. He smirked, seemingly pleased with his performance as he grinded against my hard on in my short. Not wanting him to have all the power, I pinched one of his perfect nipples, causing him to twitch and gasp himself.

“Take off your shirt” he commanded. “I want to see that hairy chest of yours.” I rose up, causing him to fall back on the sofa, and tossed my shirt off to the side. “Oh daddy!” he said, running his hands up my stomach and on to my hairy chest. I’ve never been called that before and I have to admit, it was a turn on. “Yes!!!” he admitted running his hands through the forest on my chest trying to find my own nipples.

I relished in this young man’s hand combing through my chest hair. The slowness and almost tenderness he caused me to feel wasn’t something I’d expected from a young, horny guy. Maybe I’ve misjudged these younger guys? Maybe this could be more fun than I’d envisioned? I looked down on him, watching him as he watched his hands explore my chest, then down my hairy stomach to my shorts, which were already stressed from my cock trying to spring forward. Without looking at me he asked “Does’ daddy want to come out and play?” as he rubbed my bulge. I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled down my boxers, allowing my cock to smack his hairy tunny with a thud. I may not be a young pup anymore, but I’ve never disappointed with my cock. Not to brag too much, but I’m almost nine inches long and very thick and heavy, which is probably why I’ve been a bottom most of my life – not many guys want to try to take such a big dick.

“Fuck!” he cooed as my throbbing cock rested on his hairy abs. “I’ve never seen a dick this big in person!” His confidence seemed to waver for a second, but he wasted no time in recovering. He pushed himself down the sofa and pulled my cock in his mouth. After a couple initial teeth scraps I positioned myself well enough so I could shove myself in to his mouth, albeit it slowly. Once I got myself as far in his wet mouth as I could, I pulled my boxers down further, allowing my sack to flop out on his chin. He reached around and wrapped his hand around my untrimmed hairy balls tightly as I pulled my cock out of his mouth, then back in. While I enjoyed face fucking my neighbor’s son – enjoying all the slurping sounds he made on my dick – I wanted to see and taste more of him as well. That’s just good bottom manners as far as I was concerned.

I pulled out of his mouth totally, spit stringing from his lips to my mushroom head. I sat back and admired this man’s body. As he caught his breath I ran my hands up his hairy thigh on to his shorts, across his own bulge, to the waistline of his shorts. “Now it’s your turn” I told him. Without missing a beat, he pulled his legs up and shorts and boxer briefs down and off. I admired his young, hard cock which was rather large in its own right: not as long as mine, but still impressive for his swimmer’s build. Clay’s cock stood straight out from a well trimmed black bush, but towards its head it curved back. From experience, I knew this is a perfect top’s cock. But two things stood out: his massive, gold ball like cock head and his enormous balls! Those hairy balls of his were large and hung down covering his asshole.

I couldn’t resist. I pushed his legs back on to his chest and bent down to his balls. I sucked and licked them as he moaned with glee. I tried to get them both in my mouth but they were too big so I had to settle for one at a time. I rolled his left one around in my mouth for a while, then change to the right one, all the while enjoying his masculine scent of young man sexuality. But it was his hole I wanted.

I pushed him nuts up and making my way to his hole I noticed, for as hairy as his balls were, his hole was rather hairless. My tongue explored the perimeter of his pink hole as Clay moaned and squirmed. I sucked on that hole of his for a while tried to make my way inside. My tongue met a lot of resistance and I noticed his was screaming in to the pillow he’d previously tossed on the floor. I sat back and watched his breathing move his entire body like I’ve never seen before.

“You OK bud?” I asked, honestly concerned.

“Yeah!” he said between breaths. “I’ve never had anyone do that before!”

He shouldn’t have told me that! Immediately I bent down again, making it my goal to puncture that virgin ass with my experience tongue. I pulled his cheeks apart and ate that ass for all I was worth, eventually making enough headway as to get the tip of my tongue inside him. Damn this kid was tight as hell! After eight or nine minutes, my mouth needed a break and, being that I accomplished my goal, I sat back once again, precum stringing from my cock to the leather of the sofa and I watched Clay lay there, breathing like he just ran a marathon.

“Fuck daddy. That was amazing” he said as he laid there, completely in my control. As he stared up to the ceiling I leaned in and licked his dick, causing it to bounce. And to my amazement, I noticed, after eating his ass, his dick was bigger than it was before. Shit, this kid wasn’t even fully hard I thought to myself. I have to have him inside me!

I licked my way up from his hairy tunny, past his smooth abs, to his hairy chest and clamped on to one of those prefect nipples. He twisted a bit, grabbed my head and held me against his chest as I played with his nipple. I could feel my wet cock smearing my natural lube all over his giant balls, his cock pressing in to my hairy stomach.

I pulled my head away, bracing myself up against his chest, and looked him straight in the eyes. “I want to fuck you” he said. He read my mind! I smiled, and fell back on the sofa. He sat up, push my legs back and out, and positioned himself to top me. Now, Clay was back in charge once again!

He positioned his head against my hole and pushed, but without lube, it was a futile effort. I may be a bottom, but it’s been months since I last had anything inside me. Instinctively, Clay squeezed my cock, milking out a big amount of precum, and lubed his own cock with it. This kid’s done this before, I thought! With no hesitation, he pushed that big piece of twenty-something meat through any built up defenses I had. Pain shot through my body! I immediately tensed up and tried to hold him still but when a young kid is horny, there’s little to stop them! I felt like I was ripped in half as that big cock buried itself fully inside me with little abandon.

But as I expected an immediate fuck fest. Once inside, Clay stopped. Wide eyed, I looked at him. He looked less like a horny animal and more like a concerned lover.

“You OK?” he asked.

After a few seconds, the pain diminished and the familiar feeling of pleasure of having a real live big man inside me returned. I smiled and shook my head ‘yes’. With eyes locked, Clay slowly back out of me entirely, my ass pushing his cock out with an audible pop. He reached up, grabbed more lube (I presume like crazy when I’m horny), lubed his cock and my hole once again, repositioned, and slowly, slid his meat back inside me. I could feel his giant cock head spread my hole open wide, then each inch slide inside. I watched his head tilt back as he help my legs out to the side and allow my hole to envelope his dick. He went deeper this time, as I felt his balls rest on my ass. He looked back down at me, a bit of sweat now visible on his forehead.

He ground his hips against my ass, his cock trying to widen my chute. But, as a skilled bottom, I know how to milk a cock. I squeezed his dick, massaging is with my ass. I was tight enough, and he was thick enough, I could feel his heart beat from his dick while it’s inside me when he stopped moving. He pulled back out almost entirely, looked at me and smirked. Then he slammed in to me. I knew he was ready.

Even as a bottom, it had been a while since I last took a cock, so I could feel each inch of him inside me as he pulled out and slammed back in. He may have down this before, but he needed to develop a rhythm. I reached down and grabbed his ass, guiding him in to a rhythm. He was a quick learner! He pushed my legs back against my chest and sat back on his ass and fucked my like a pro. My cock bounced against my hairy belly, dumping loads of precum all over, pooling in my belly button and eventually running off the side of my stomach. He breathed heavy and I groaned with delight.

I noticed he started slowing down – his thrusts weren’t as fulfilling. I leaned up, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled in down on top of me. I wrapped one leg around the back of the sofa and pushed my other leg out and away. In this new position, he seemed to slow down even more. While I wanted him to cum, I wanted to be fucked. Fucked by a young beast!

“You OK?” I asked him this time.

“Mh hmm” was the only reply I got.

“And here I thought you were some young buck – a fuck beast. You’re just a little boy in a man’s body!” I said condemningly.

He push up against my chest. “What?” he asked as he stopped fucking me.

“I thought you’d be a good fuck. But you ain’t” I said with a smirk.

“Oh fuck you!” he said with an angry chuckle.

“Come on…College Boy.: fuck me!” I demanded.

That lit a fire under him! He started to fuck me hard and fast! I could feel his balls, heavy with your man seed, slap my ass furiously. I could feel his cock pummeling my insides from all different angles. He started to make animalistic noises and sounds, sweat started to drip off of his nose and on to my face. The pleasure of being his fuck toy was intermixed with pain of that big cock of his. And my ass was becoming sore from those slapping balls!

“Yeah, that’s the College Boy I wanted!” I managed to get out between groans and gasps of my own. I could feel my eyes rolling back in to the back of my skull as I wrapped my legs around his jackhammer of a body. If I was going to be fucked by a young man, this is how it should be.

I knew I was close, but wanted to show him that even old men can cum like a champ, so as he slowed to catch his breath, I pushed up, with him still inside me, pushed him back so I was on top. By tortured cock was ready to loose it, but I held my ground. I clamped down on his cock like a bottom boss and looked his in the eye. He seemed shocked I could muster such a move so quickly, but to eliminate any sense of closure, I started bouncing up and down on his cock. He picked up the hint and started ramming himself up in to me. Those balls of his never pulled up to his body and I could hear their hairiness scratching on the leather of the sofa as they slapped with every withdraw of his cock from my hole. I braced myself on his hairy chest, pinching both nipples. My cock was bouncing between his hairy belly and mine, slinging precum everywhere. But I didn’t care. We were both caught up in the moment which I knew wouldn’t last long for either of us.

“Oh daddy I’m gonna’ cum!” he said as he reached around to pull out. “No!” I demanded. “Cum inside!” He smiled with delight as his eye closed and he tensed up. His thrusting slowed and his face grew bright red, veins on his neck becoming more prevalent. I wished I could have recorded the experience! His eyes opened and, looking at the ceiling, he made this manly groan/scream and with one hard thrust he unloaded his seed inside me. With each shot he groaned/screamed never taking his eyes off of the spot on the ceiling on which he was focused. I could feel each shot inside my hole until I too, was unloading my own loan on to him. I always cum a lot when I have a cock in me and this was no exception, especially since it’s been a while for me. I came so hard I actually shot his cock out of my hole while he was still cumming. I could feel even more of his seed shoot up my back as he plopped out of me as I watched my own white liquid coat his chin and plaster his hairy chest, totally drowning his beautiful, left nipple. I could feel his cum running out of my ass each time my ass squeezed my own cum out. Bracing myself on the dry side of his chest with one hand, I reached around to try to stop his cum leaking out of my punished hole, only to find he was still streaming his own cum out of his cock! Damn these young guys!

As my tensed body quivered back to a normal state, my cock laying in a pool of my own cum on his hairy belly, I looked down at him. I watched my cum slowly drip off his chin. The surprised look on his face made me content that I hadn’t lost my edge and that now I may embrace my ‘Daddy-ness”.

“Holy fuck!” he cried as he looked down his coated body at my resting, and pleasantly happy, one eyes monster laying on his stomach. He dropped his head back down. “Holy fuck that was amazing! I’ve never been with anyone like you!”

Part of my was surprised – how could he not? He’s sexy as fuck! But another part of me was rather pleased with myself. I playfully slapped the side of his face. “There’s more to this old man than you think!” I told him, secretly knowing inside I would haven’t been able to take too many more minutes of this young buck. But I’d never tell him that.

I reached down and grabbed my boxers, pulling them up quickly. I then used my shirt to wipe as much of my cum off of him as possible.

“I think Clay needs a shower” I suggested. “Can’t be going back home smelling like cum and sweat.”

As Clay laid there, I looked him over. His cock was still hard, but now covered in his slick cum, his stomach and chest hair, wet with my cum, reminded me of the first time I saw him shirtless mowing my yard. His chiseled chin, wet with my cum framed a smile on his face of complete contentment.

“I think you’d paid for the enough yard work for the entire summer!” he said.

“Oh?”

He sat up, reached over and grabbed my still firm cock. “Well, maybe there some room for some other payment for another job later in the season” he said with a smile. When he stood up, I got a good profile of his naked body: nice smooth ass, hairy legs, low hanging, giant balls, and a cock that was still hard.

“Shower?” he asked.

“Second door on the left” I said, pointing as I stood

“OK. Let’s go” he said

“Huh?”

He grabbed a hand full of my chest hair and pulled me. “Let’s go. Maybe Daddy can clean me up…after we get dirty again” he said as he confidentially pulled me towards the bathroom.

Well, I could use a good shower, I thought. After all, his cum is still running out of me down the back of my leg. This is going to be a good, long evening!

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I dug this out of the archives on my blog because last week I hooked up with a guy who was doing some naughty things in his speedos for money and it reminded me of this experience I had a few years ago.

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I saw an ad online looking for “Exhibitionist Waiter for Private Party”. It was coming up to Xmas and I really needed the money. I was feeling pretty happy about my twenty year old body these days, I was training for some long distance swimming events which involved spending a lot of time in the pool. With all that training I was starting to tan up nicely and I had lost about ten kilograms which put me in the slim category.

Let me quickly explain a bit about myself, I’m twenty years old and mid way through my college degree, I’m 6″1′, dark hair with some blonde through it and reasonably tanned. I’ve had a little bit of guy/guy experience but not much – although it always gets me hard. I’ve fooled around with guys but never to the point of orgasm, I know that sounds weird but the few times I’ve fooled around I’ve gotten close then cut things off and jerked off thinking about it for months and months afterwards. So I’ve very inexperienced.

Back to the story…

So I’m feeling pretty confident with my body these days and this ad for an ‘Exhibitionist Waiter’ sounds like it could be interesting and I won’t knock back the money.

I replied to the ad with some of my favorite selfie pics of me in my speedos which were all taken by mates just goofing off after swim training. I received a reply within a couple of hours outlining my ‘duties’ if I was to accept the position. The guy who placed the ad, Kyle, explained to me that he was having a party at his place for a group of mainly gay friends and thought it would be fun to have some cute young guys being waiters in speedos. Kyle was looking for three or four waiters and was willing to pay each waiter $250 for the night plus all the alcohol and food they wanted.

After reading this I got a hard on straight away, sounded perfect. I love speedos (my few guy/guy experiences had always started from scenarios where I was with other guys in speedos, and speedos have always been a fetish of mine). Kyle and I corresponded over the next two weeks and all was sorted for the Friday night. The details were that I was to just rock up at 6:30pm and people would start to arrive at 7pm for the party. Kyle would provide the speedos and I was to wear tennis shoes and socks with them.

Friday finally came and I left my place at 6:15pm. For sure, I was nervous but excited at the same time. Kyle had told me that there would only be two waiters, another guy my age and myself, but he said that he would pay us $350 each for the night because of the extra work load. I arrived at Kyle’s and walked up to the front door. Kyle’s house was impressive, a huge house that could nearly be called a mansion. After knocking on the door I heard foot steps and the door opened. With the door opened I was faced with a good looking guy of about thirty years old. The guy in front of me quickly introduced himself as Kyle and welcomed me in. Kyle led me through the house to the kitchen where he was making last minute preparations. As we entered the kitchen Kyle began to introduce me to the other ‘waiter’ Martin who was already in his uniform, a tiny black speedo, and nothing else. Before Kyle could say my name the other waiter greeting me.

“Brad, is that you man – how the hell are you?”

“Martin, mate how are you? Long time no see.” I replied as we shook hands.

Martin went to school with me and was the first guy I had ever fantasized about. He was in my class and I had thought he was good looking, but then we had a semester of swimming classes and since it was an all boys school, speedos were compulsory. I remember Martin’s tight arse in his little black speedos. I jacked off to that thought for years. I didn’t know Martin had any gay inklings but I had masturbated many a time thinking of Martin in his speedos.

“You guys know each other?” asked Kyle.

“Yeah, we went to school together.” Martin replied.

“I’ll let you take Brad upstairs and get him into his uniform. I’ve got some stuff to finish down here so take your time. Don’t forget, when the guests arrive you are to greet them at the door and lead them out the back.”

Martin lead me out of the kitchen to the main staircase. Ow my God his ass was amazing. In the tight black speedos it was tight and moved smoothly as he walked. I could hardly keep my eyes of it.

“So Brad have you done this before?” Martin asked as we approached the top of the grand curving staircase.

“No mate, my first time. But I have to admit a soft spot for speedos so I jumped at the chance. How about you?”

“Yeah I’ve been doing a little bit of escort work, nothing heavy or anything just the odd nice older guy. Pays better than McDonalds and I’ve got some regulars now that are really pretty easy going.”

“For real? I didn’t even think you were gay?” I replied with a good pinch of shock in my voice.

“Yeah, never really mucked around with any guys my, I mean our, age, its only really for the money I suppose. I’m not complaining though. Anyways, your ‘work’ gear is on the bed.” Martin said pointing to the pair of size 12 (28″ waist) black speedos on the bed. By this time my cock had stirred and I was half hard and really looking forward to getting into those speedos.

I undid my belt and the button on my jeans, Martin seemed to make himself comfortable on the bed. Evidently, he was going to watch me get changed and didn’t think anything of it. I wasn’t quite that confident.

I grabbed the speedos and told Martin, I’d be back, as I headed towards the en suite.

As I quickly changed in the bathroom I looked at myself in my tight black speedos and thought, darn I look hot!!!

It was time to try it on Martin and walked out of the en suite dressed only in my tiny black speedos. Sitting on the end of the bed Martin was fixated on my speedos. “Wow Dave, you look fucking hot!!! Your cock is huge too!!!” Speedos have the effect of getting me aroused.

“Thanks mate, you look darn hot in yours as well.” I said as I sat on the bed next to Martin. It was only 6:45pm so we had time before anyone arrived.

“We’ll we can’t go down stairs with only one of us hard.” I said and I put my hand on Martin’s semi hard cock. Martin looked into my eyes and we moved forward and began a deep kiss. We kissed deeply and our tongues lashed. I had been looking forward to this for years but never thought it could possibly come true. Martin lied back and I was on top of him with my thigh rubbing his now rock hard cock through his tiny speedos.

Just as we lied down on the bed, we didn’t notice but, Kyle had walked into the doorway. It must have been an amazing sight the two of us making out on the bed in nothing more than our tiny little black speedos. Kyle enjoyed the view for a minute or two before discreetly interrupting us.

Cough, Cough, “Excuse me boys.”

We jumped to attention, totally surprised at Kyle’s sudden appearance in the doorway. We both began apologizing.

“It’s alright, looks like you two have some catching up to do from school. There will be time for that later. If you guys can come downstairs and start to get some drinks ready, people will start arriving any minute.”

“No problem at all,” we replied, relieved that Kyle wasn’t upset about his two speedo waiters going at it.

“And the erections are a very nice touch boys.” Kyle commented with a cheeky smile as he headed down stairs.

Martin and I smiled and decided that we would finish what we started later in the evening. We jumped up off the bed and headed down stairs (with our rock hard cocks bulging in our speedos). On the way down stairs I gave Martin the pleasure of following my speedo clad arse.

After getting some stuff ready behind the bar, the door bell rang. Martin was still getting some ice in the esky’s outside (that is a cooler for my non-Australian readers) so I grabbed a glass of champagne in each hand and went to the door. The door wasn’t closed (the lock and handle were pulled back but people rang the bell anyways). As I approached the door I asked the guests to come in.

A mid thirties guy pushed the door open and took a step inside the house.

“Evening Sir, and welcome to the party.” I said, however it was apparent that the man, who was very well dressed in black trousers, a black shirt and a black jacket with some visible gold jewelry wasn’t that interested in what I had to say as to more what was in my tiny black speedo. “Kyle is out the back just finishing off preparations, I’m Brad, one of your waiters for the night.”

The man’s gaze finally broke and he looked up at me. “Hi there Brad, nice to meet you I’m Jack, a business associate of Kyle’s. You are in a bit of a precarious position there, with your hands full and all.”

Jack was implying to the glass of champagne in each of my hands. Without giving me time to respond, Jack moved his right hand down to my semi erect cock and began to rub it. With his free hand Jack began massaging my speedo clad ass. It was odd but I can’t say that I resisted at all, it was like two seconds before I was rock hard again.

After about thirty seconds of rubbing from Jack on my now rock solid cock we could hear another car arrive. Jack removed his hands, somewhat reluctantly I’m sure, from my speedo and took a glass of champagne.

“I’m sure I can help you with that later on Dave. And I must say, you are a wonderful waiter.”

“I’ll lead you out the back” I replied. As I walked through the house to the back yard I knew that Jack would be admiring my arse and I was loving it!!! I left Jack at the door to the yard and got back to my duties of welcoming everyone.

The party went great, Martin and I were busy the whole time but received lots of compliments and had our speedos rubbed an many occasions. Early in the evening Kyle came up to us in the kitchen, he said he saw someone grab Martin’s arse and wanted to know if we were OK with that or should he put a stop to it. Both Martin and I were totally fine with it, two twenty year old guys in speedos waiting on a bunch of gay guys who were drinking… what else was going to happen? Kyle appreciated that we were so cool about it.

By 11pm the party had wound down, Martin and I were getting on top of cleaning everything and Kyle and about five of his friends were the only ones left. Kyle again came into the kitchen, thanks us for working so hard and told us our job was done. We could go home or we could hang out and have a drink if we wanted. We opted to hang out.

“You guys can put on some clothes… if you really want to.”

I think the ‘if you really want to’ meant that Kyle would like us to continue to hang out in our tiny speedos.

We poured drinks for ourselves, grabbed another bottle of wine for the table and headed out to join the guys. Even though it was summer, it was getting a little cool so when we came out to the outdoor table, Martin asked Kyle if he minded we sat in the hottub which was right next to the table. Kyle thought it was a great idea.

Martin and I slipped into the hottub.

Neither of us could keep our hands to ourselves under the water although we were trying to be discrete since there were six men sitting within three meters of us.

It came up that Martin and I had gone to school together. “Did you guys fool around at school?” one of the guys asked. “No, not even close” I replied.

Kyle interrupted the conversation saying that we were catching up though and told everyone that he had caught us making out before the party. There were hoots and hollers from the guys.

I started to blush but Martin had a completely different reaction. “Want us to show you guys?” More hoots and hollers and before I knew it, Martin was standing up, pulled me up and we were taking out again. This time our audience wasn’t just Kyle, but Kyle and five of his friends who were giving us a lot of encouragement.

Once I got over the shock and embarrassment I started to enjoy it.

Martin pushed me back against the side of the hottub and began to lick his way downwards. This was totally out of the box for me and I looked at Kyle for approval which he gave with a nod. I distinctly heard one of the guys saying “Suck Brad’s cock you naughty boy.”

Taking his time, Martin’s lips and tongue finally made it to the waist band of my tiny black speedos. He was playing up to the crowd. He grabbed the front of my speedo with his fingers on the inside as if about to rip them down but he paused… “Want me to suck him off?”

This was greeted with lots of approval and instead of ripping down the front of my speedo, Martin pulled it down slowly, really slowly, revealing my cock to all these guys. He tucked the front of the speedo under my balls. I was surprised at myself for doing this but I was incredibly horny. Martin then started to lick my cock. He was being slow and teasing but I was just too horny.

“I’m going to cum!!!”

With that, my cock exploded.

The first few spasms felt amazing but then I was ashamed at cumming so quickly. I went to pull my speedo up even before I had finished spurting my cum on Martin. He didn’t let me, Martin took my cock in his mouth and got the last couple of shots down his throat.

The audience was enjoying it but I felt horrible and really embarrassed at cumming so quickly.

I tried again to back out but Martin wouldn’t let my cock out of his mouth. Being twenty years old, I didn’t even get soft before I turned on again. No kidding, it was a minute later and the shame was replaced with horniness. I was getting into it and Martin was demonstrating some mad blowjob skills.

Then, I was cumming again. I enjoyed this orgasm a little more than the first but still felt ashamed at cumming so quickly. Martin took my entire load and there more cheers for the guys.

This time Martin released my cock from his mouth and I slipped back into the water as I tucked my cock back into my speedos.

When I was adjusted again I made an excuse to get up and top up my drink. Being so embarrassed I grabbed my clothes and snuck out, I felt horrible.

On the drive home I received a text from Kyle saying I had no reason to be embarrassed and that I had put on a great show. In my rush to get out of there I hadn’t been paid but Kyle said he’d leave the money in an envelope under his door mat with some extra for the show that Martin and I had put on.

Martin also sent me a text message making sure I was OK. He was focused on how hot it was blowing me in front of those guys. Over the next few days I would learn that it ended up being a seven person orgy with Martin being the center of attention and it resulted in Martin getting some more escorting clients.

I’ve never worked as a speedo waiter since that night but Martin and I ended up being fuck buddies for a few years and he taught me some of his skills.

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I smiled and looked over at James, enjoying the sight of his fit, smooth masculine body, the semi-hard cock nestled between his smooth shaven thighs still moist with cum at the tip. I was still lost in the myriad thoughts whirling through my head, the sensations he had aroused in me, the pleasure he had given me as he sucked my cock, the taboo enjoyment as I had sucked his cock, tasted his cum.

James knew he had me, continued his eager cajoling. “You know you’ll love it dad. If you think oral sex with a guy is good just wait until you try anal sex. It’s far better than with a woman. Guys really love it dad, it feels so good.”

I laughed, “Women don’t seem to think so, son. Most of them won’t take cock up their arse.”

“No dad, but then they’re made differently. Brains wired wrong to start with, they think anal sex is dirty, and then of course they don’t have what guys have up there. Every guy would love to fuck a nice tight arse, but they also enjoy taking it too dad. When a cock goes deep inside and rubs against your prostate dad, that feels so awesome, makes me cum every time.” James laughed. “We’re wired so much better…”

James moved closer, snuggled up to me, rubbed his taut muscular ass cheeks against my cock as we lay together like spoons. My cock was getting hard again, the stimulation of James’s ass against the sensitive tip of it beginning to work its magic. James was smiling back over his shoulder, his eyes sparkling. “Come on dad, let me show you what you’ve been missing, just the once, you’ll love it.”

I tweaked his nipples, playfully kissed the back of his neck, felt his muscular body against mine, felt my cock continuing to harden. James slid a hand back, took hold of my cock, began to rub it along his crack, teasing his hole with the tip of my cock, making new sensations whirl though my head. Boy, it felt good…

James whirled around, reached over, took hold of my cock as he knelt on the bed facing me. From somewhere he had grabbed a tube of lube, was sensually rubbing it over my cock, slowly wanking me, smirking, licking his lips. “I promise you dad, this is going to be so good. I’m the best fuck you’ll ever have…” His other hand slipped back between his own legs, applied lube around his shaven hole as he continued to rub my cock, making it almost unbearably hard. His own cock was now rock hard again too, standing proudly erect between his thighs, as thick as mine but two inches longer.

Still holding my cock, James slid backwards, spreading his legs, placing them round my waist, pulling me in towards him. Our lips touched and we kissed, me straddling him, his hand still caressing my cock, guiding it down between his legs towards his hole. His cock brushed against my stomach, became trapped between us and James continued to pull me closer, kissing me, whispering to me “Come on dad, try real man sex, give me your thick hard cock.”

 The tip of my cock, sensitive, brushed against James’s tight bum hole, filling me with pleasure. Conflicting thoughts filled my head, a desire to drive deep into his arse, to fuck him, to take his hole, but also a feeling that I shouldn’t be doing this, not fucking a man, especially not James. James could sense my nervousness and desire, knew which emotion he had to appeal to. “Come on dad, it’s okay, I want it, I need to show you how good gay sex is. You’ll love it, I’ll love it. Fuck me dad, fuck me, please…”

His legs were now tight around me, pulling me in to him, his hand on my cock, guiding it, steering it into his tight hole. I pushed gently forward, relishing the pleasure his tight, lubed, puckered hole gave my cock tip. “Oh fuck, yes, dad, push, take my hole dad, give me your cock” gasped James, his face contorting with a mix or pleasure and pain. I continued to push, gently, not wanting to hurt him but equally wanting to enter him, to see if fucking a guy really was as good as he said. I felt James’s hole begin to relax, to give way a little, opening up to let me in. “OH yes, fuck, yes, that’s it dad, oh please, fuck me, give me your cock…”

James clearly knew how to take cock, was enjoying every moment as my cock began to slide into him. I too gasped with pleasure, amazed how tight his bum was, how expertly he used his muscles to draw my stiff cock into him,  massaged my cock with his ass, began to arouse in me feelings and pleasures I had never known before. I pushed deeper into him, understanding now that he could take it, that he wanted my cock. We kissed frenziedly, James’s hands roaming over my back, my ass, pulling me closer, urging me on. I began to thrust into him, slowly and gently at first, making him sigh and gasp, but becoming deeper, faster and harder with every thrust. James was moving with me, expertly taking my cock, begging for it, telling me where to push it. His own cock, still trapped between us, throbbed and bucked with every move we made, reminding me that this was a man I was fucking.

“Fuck, son, this is good,” I gasped as we rolled around the bed, changing position, James now on his side, me behind him, enjoying every move he made as he pushed back onto my cock, pleasuring himself on it as much as he pleasured me. I rolled him further over, face down under me now, began driving deep into he bum as he clamped his cheeks around my cock, still talking dirty, still telling me what he wanted. My cock. Deep. Hard. Fast.

“Come on dad, fuck me hard,’ he gasped, “fuck me like your little pup, make me squeal.”

For what seemed like an eternity we screwed in an animal frenzy, James face down under me, then raised up on all fours, my cock buried balls deep in his tight arse, his own cock swinging wildly under him as we pleasured each other, the excitement and sensuality rising by the minute. I was lost in the moment, hardly believing sex could be so good, scared to believe it could last, amazed at how my son was releasing my inhibitions, teaching me new pleasures that I could barely believe. I wanted him so badly.

James twisted around under me, smiled, his eyes glittering with passion and lust, encouraging me to fuck him yet deeper, harder. Fucking a guy was awesome: very different from a woman. James’s body was firm and hard, angular, muscled, not soft and curvaceous. We were enjoying each other, releasing our sexual energy without regard to any need to be gentle, doing all we could to pleasure each other. Sensuality combined with pure lust, animal passion became suffused with tenderness as we kissed and licked, then pounded and writhed together in ecstasy as James continued expertly to pleasure my cock with his taut muscled arse.

I knew I was close to cumming, began to gasp and sigh ever more heavily as I continued to fuck James. James too was crying out in pleasure, close to cumming. He twisted round under me once more, positioning himself on his back, looking up at me as I slid my cock back into his hole. James was smiling, talking to me, telling me to fuck him but his words were unnecessary: I understood now what he needed, how much he was enjoying the feeling of my cock in him, how much I needed to fuck him, that he was right: I had been missing out on the best possible sex.

We shot our loads together, James’s cock jumping and throbbing, sending several jets of creamy white cum arcing up into the air, splattering down over his chest and face. I unloaded deep inside his arse, filling him with my cum, jet after jet of the sperm that had made him now flooding deep into him. For a second we paused, my cock still in him, his face covered with his own cum, then I collapsed on top of him, licking his sperm off his face, eagerly lapping it up, enjoying the new opportunity to taste his sperm, to swallow it down.

“Fuck son, that was good,” I gasped at last.

James smiled, his hands on my back, holding me to him, keeping my cock in his arse. “I told you dad, I did say sex with guys was much better than with women.” He moved a little under me, his cock rubbing against my chest as he shifted position, kept my cock inside him. “That feels good, dad, having your cock in me. So fucking good.” He raised his head a little, kissed my lips gently, tasted his own sperm on my lips, smiled. “Oh fuck….” he sighed again….

I smiled back, enjoying the sensation of my cock slowly softening but still being gripped tight by James’s ass. “Yes son, you do fuck better than just about anybody else. That was the second best fuck I’ve ever had,” I teased him.

Fire flashed in James’s eyes as he snorted, “Second best? Bollocks dad, just can’t be so,” and tapped my nose playfully with a finger.

“Oh yes son, second best”, I replied, “after all, the best fuck ever had to be with your mother the night we made you…”

James laughed. “Okay dad, I’ll give you that one…”

For a while we just lay together, recovering, our cocks softening. I was replaying in my head all that had happened in the last few hours, how James had awoken me to the pleasures of gay sex, taught me how good it could be, shown me how good he was, a consummate master of man sex.

I was jolted out of my thoughts by James, turning over, causing my cock to pop out of his arse. He turned to lay alongside me, slowly stroking his cock, now growing hard once more. That killer smile of his again. Those sparkling eyes.

“There’s more to come yet dad,” he said, playfully slapping his long, thick cock against my thigh.

“Oh yes, son?”

“Oh yes, “ he laughed, “we’ve only done half the job. You know now how good it feels to fuck a guy, to feel his tight arse working the cum out of your cock, but I did say that guys love anal sex because it feels good both ways, giving and taking.” He slapped his almost erect cock against my thighs again, then against my stomach, against my nipples, working up to my mouth, letting me lick the sensitive tip of it again.

“Now it’s your turn dad, I’m going to fuck you, slide this beast up your arse, really show you what pleasure means…”

Over the next week, Joe got accustomed to the pleasant ritual of having his dick magnificently serviced by Andy every weekday morning. Andy looked forward to the excitement of tasting his new friend’s dick, the thrill of making him cum and swallowing Joe’s load. They spoke more and more after the blowjobs, becoming closer personally. Joe enjoyed being an object of lust, he wasn’t getting that from Angela. Andy not only enjoyed Joe’s dick but also his sensitivity and that he was fun to be with in contrast to Daniel’s stuffiness. Weekends with no school, meant Joe and Andy spent time with their spouses and children.

That Monday after dropping their kids off and they were at Andy’s apartment, Joe took out a joint. “Want to smoke?” Straightlaced Andy was excited. “Cool!” They passed the weed back and forth and were soon buzzed.

Andy was on his knees sucking the delighted Joe’s dick. Joe always watched Andy’s oral devotion to his cock with awe and pride as they made eye contact throughout. Now, being high and with his inhibitions reduced, Andy took his mouth off of Joe’s stiff cock, slick with his saliva. “Fuck me, Joe” he said simply in his pleasing gay voice. “I’d love to Andy” smoothly replied Joe.  

Andy led Joe to the bedroom and they excitedly undressed. From a night table drawer, Andy took out a bottle of lube, handed it Joe and got in the bed on his hands and knees, presenting his asshole to Joe. Joe saw Andy in position, his hardon raged even more, and knew he was going to cross a line and didn’t care. He was seized by Andy’s desire to get fucked by him. He hadn’t been wanted that way in a long time. Confident in his sexuality, Joe sprayed his cock with lube and sprayed Andy’s asshole. Yeah, Joe had never fucked a guy a before, but friction is friction, a hole is a hole, he LIKED Andy and they wanted each other.

“Married couples with kids go through dry spells, blah blah. Ah! I fucking need this!” thought Andy who hadn’t been fucked in months as he felt Joe slowly and firmly penetrating his anal canal with his thick swollen cock. Possessed by the magnitude of the occasion with the new sensation of his dick in a man’s ass for the first time and how great it felt, Joe was driven. He thrust his cock in and out of Joe with an intense yet tender rhythm. Andy was weeping from the joy of getting fucked by a man he was into after not having had that for months.

Their physical and emotional passion was palpable. Andy shuddered as his nice-sized dick was soon shooting off from Joe’s fucking him. Joe’s grunting increased as Andy felt his chute being drenched by Joe’s bursts of cum. The panting Joe pulled out. Andy turned around and saw Joe’s now soft dick and dangling balls and felt so happy by the sight of his lover. He was surprised and even happier when Joe got in the bed and pulled him close and cuddled him. Their hands stroked each other’s bodies. Andy blushed when Joe kissed him on the lips. Joe’s stubble brushing against his face was such a turn on. They lay together in silence. “We should clean up” said Joe.

Andy led him to the bathroom and watched as Joe got in the shower. “You too” grinned Joe. They showered together, got dressed and Andy made them lunch. They then went to the school, picked up their daughters and went back to their respective apartments.

Except for rare occasions such as when one of their kids was sick and had to stay home, Joe and Andy couldn’t get enough of each other. They smoked up, Andy sucked Joe’s dick and then Joe fucked Andy. Joe like to switch it up by fucking Andy in different positions, on Andy’s back or Andy riding him or standing up. There was also more kissing and making out. They’d shower and have lunch.

“Hey! What a surprise that you have this!” said Joe one day as he was looking at a shelf of Blue-Rays and DVDs in the living room, most were serious or foreign movies. “I haven’t seen Ace Ventura: Pet Detective in years!”

“I saw it when I was kid and fell in love with Jim Carrey. I never told anyone that.”

“Alrighty then!”

So, they laughed their heads off watching Ace Ventura: Pet Detective on the couch in the early afternoon. That was now their pattern, getting high, having sex, a shower, lunch, a goofy movie and then back to their real lives.

Those real lives were enriched by these fucks. They felt like men again. For a few hours, they could escape from their emasculating routines of tending to children, buying groceries, laundry, cooking and the dull dutiful sex that they were made to feel grateful for from their powerful spouses. They could endure their stifling existences with the knowledge they’d soon be together again. Joe felt like he had his balls back. Andy was overjoyed at getting hot dick regularly and being able to be as noisy as he wanted without having to worry about Lana hearing his orgasmic shouts. Joe surprised Andy by  jerking his dick and fondling his balls when they fucked and that was so physically and mentally pleasurable. However, being straight, Joe did not suck dick or get fucked, but giving his lover a helping hand was okay he thought.  

Christmas break was tough as school was closed and they had to stay apart from each other as they were stuck taking care of their daughters and having to deal with their spouses. They had exchanged phone numbers and emails. “My dick is so hard, it needs your mouth on it.” “I’m aching to get fucked by your cock.” “I’m jerking off right now thinking of you.” Were some of their many texts during those two weeks.

Being househusbands gave them perfect cover to conduct their affair. Their daughters never saw them together, so no one knew that they knew each other. They were living the life for months, not working, fucking and chilling out, until on March 16, 2020, New York City’s schools closed due to the pandemic.

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