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  • Still Got The Drive

    Fredrick Gatton is a tall handsome gay man in his mid 80’s and is still in the great shape of his life and has fucked many men with his big cock. He has screwed many guys in the gay senior living community and has either shot in them or all over them. 

    One day there was a gathering at the clubhouse for all residents and Fredrick decided to go  and talk with his buddies and have some great food. He met someone new who just moved in and Fredrick was thinking in his head Oh I would love to fuck him. Fredrick walked up to him and say hey I was checking you out and I find you to be very good-looking. He said thanks you are good-looking also and he said Name’s, Gilbert Wilkerson.  

    Fredrick said I’m Fredrick nice to meet you. Fredrick said I’m 85 years of age, still healthy, still kicking and in good health and I’m guessing that you are around the same age?. Gilbert said will I’m quite a bit older then that, last month I just turned a century old. You’re 100 years of age? Fredrick asked. Yes I am Gilbert replied. 

    You look amazing said, Fredrick. Gilbert said yes and I still have a great sexual appetite and love to be topped and Gilbert licked his lips. Fredrick asked Gilbert, Afterwords do you wanna come over to my place. Yes love to Gilbert Replied. After the gathering they walked over to Fredricks house and Fredrick got his key out unlocked the door, and once they both got inside and Fredrick closed and locked the door, Gilbert and Fredrick were all over each other. 

    They kicked off their shoes and socks and proceeded to the bedroom. They both were kissing and undressing each other and then they were both naked. Fredrick saw Gilbert’s little hard dick and said I will enjoy sucking on that and grabbed it. Gilbert Grabed Fredrick’s cock and said I want that in my mouth and in my ass!  

    Gilbert got on the bed and Fredrick got on top of him. Fredrick kissed Gilbert all over and got down to Gilbert 5 inch little prick. Fredrick placed his mouth on it and gave Gilbert  a good sucking. OHHH YES OH YES IT FEELS GOOD! Gilbert was saying over and over. A few momnets later Fredrick is bobbing up and down and at the top of his lungs Gilbert moans loud and said OH GOD IM” CUMMING IM CUMMING CHRIST I” M GONNA POP!!!!! 

    Fredrick  takes his mouth off Gilberts dick and Gilbert shoots a good size load of sperm  over Fredricks Mouth. Gilbert says Now Fredrick I wanna suck your cock! Fredrick lad back and said go for it. Gilbert went down and Took Fredricks 7.7 inch cock into his mouth. OH YES OH YA OH YES GILBERT SUCK MY COCK WITH YOUR HOT CENTURY MOUTH!!!!. Then Gilbert was rolling  Fredricks cock in his mouth with his tounge> OH YES OOOHH YA OH GOD GILBERT U R A GREAT COCKSUCKER!!!!!!!!!!! 

    Fredrick said Ok Gilbert on your back and get your legs up! OK Gilbert said Fredrick said K Gilbert First I am gonna lick your asshole and then You are gonna get this cock!  Fredrick was licking Gilberts asshole and Gilbert was going wild. OH AH Fredrick!!!   Fredrick was done with that part and said Gilbert your asshole tastes like sweet candy. Fredrick said OK GILBERT  R U READY 4 MY BIG COCK AND THE BEST FUCKING OF YOUR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH YES PL:EASE FUCK ME! Gilbert begged. 

    Gilbert rubbed some lube in his hole and Fredrick put some lube on his cock and started to enter Gilbert. OH YES OH YES!!! Gilbert said  Fredrick was saying ya u like that don’t u?  Oh yes . They were french kissing as Gilbert had his legs up and Fredrick had his cock inside of him giving Gilbert the hot sex that he was craving for. Fredrick was going faster and faster OH YES YES OH GOD YES! FUCK ME!!!!! FUCKING FUCK ME!! Gilbert moaned. 

    A few minutes later Fredrick knew he was about to explode and says AH FUCK GILBERT! I”M GONNA CUM!!  OH GOD SHOOT YOUR CUM ALL OVER ME! GILBERT BEGGED. AHH YAA!! Fredrck  moaned and then he pulled out and covered  Gilbert;s whole body in cum. Fredrick gave Gilbert a towel to clean off and then they rested a while


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  • Nantucket 1970

    I was home for the summer. The family had place on Nantucket. The parents had moved here last winter. No friends here. My college was in the Midwest. It was 1970. No friends around. No girl friend to dream about. No interest.

    This was years before this part of the island had been developed. It was a low headland dropping down to a broad, low beach on the southeastern “corner” of the island. The next stop East was Spain and Portugal. The swimming was dangerous – undertow. But this was true of the whole stretch of beach on the southern, Atlantic shore of Nantucket.

    It was a good bicycle ride down the main road to Siasconset, then a right turn down another road that dead-ended at the top of the headland. A path led down to the beach area, a good distance. This was not a trip for the person looking for a quick jaunt to the beach. It was private. No houses on the road. You need binoculars to see people or birds on the beach. The reason the beach had a reputation of being “nude-friendly”. And” more”. The more was a qualifier not rarely spoken. Well, nudity was not encouraged and usually not spoken of. In fact, I found about the nudity and the “more” by going. No friends to guide. So ff every day, at least for the first month of summer – alone.

    The miles riding my bicycle were good for me. I was not god, but I surely developed better looking legs and lost some unneeded belly.

    Why did I go there? First curiosity to find our where a road went. Then, taken by its beauty and relative isolation. Then by the fact that on going down to the beach I found that it had places hidden from view where you could, in fact, be nude. I loved being nude even in a non-sexual context. And… it most of time it was essentially empty of people. Any people. It was a good place to spread out a blanket and get a all-over tan. That would be good to achieve just for itself. I could read to my heart’s content. Nap. Be.

    The first day I was there. I was alone. A Monday in early July. Some fog. The south shore of the island could have fog when it was sunny elsewhere. I waled down to the beach. Stripped. Applied sunscreen. Relaxed. And let the day happen.

    That day happened. I was there from 1 or so to 3. That was the time on the beach. The fog lifted. The sky was filled with puffy clouds. I was alone until around 2:30 when an older guy walked his dog along the beach. He gave me a long look. I waved. He waved back. I stayed where I was. I think he was tall enough to see that I was nude. There was a low dune between us. He smiled. I smiled. Should I stand up? I did not yet know the signals. So, I did not stand. He did not come closer. We went on. But I did feel that stirring in my cock, and at that age the stirring usually led right to an erection. It did. My thrill for the day was masturbating en plein air. Quite nice. He was on the way back. He waved. Had he seen me? If he had, well, I was on my way out.

    He said, “Here tomorrow?”

    I said, “Yes, if I is sunny. Would be around 1.”

    “Maybe I will say hello then.”

    “Cool”

    He left with the dog. When he was out of sight, I stood up, got dressed and went home. Boring to be there. But I was there. We would see about tomorrow. What about tomorrow. He had been a nice looking man, 40s, trim… blonde, longish hair. He was too far away to see any rings. On the way back he had taken off his shirt. Nice chest.

    So what was that with my cock? I did like to jerk off, so far only to Playboy. So why when he was there? Maybe I would find out tomorrow.

    I rode my bike home. I loved feeling the breeze in my hair. This was long before helmets became mandatory. Pulled into the driveway. Keep in mind that all I was wearing was a tee shirt and the short shorts men wore then, and no underwear – commando. I swung my leg over the bike to get off. My Dad who was a reactionary, an anti-Semite, did not like Catholics, or blacks, or Asians, and certainly would have no room on this planet for homosexuals was there. He asked, “nice afternoon.”

    “Yes, sir. It was. Quiet. The beach. Solitary the way I like it.”

    “Well watch out… except for girls…”

    “I will,” I said, “and for then too,” I said to myself. I did not mention the man I “met” on the beach or his question about my plans for tomorrow. My Dad would not want to know. And I had to think about that, and feeling that tingle in my cock, well, I better get inside. “Off to take a shower.” At 20, I had stopped caring what he thought. He had never shown much interest in what I was doing, and hell, I was not doing anything more than not working this summer, and now getting out on my bicycle to ride and go to the beach. Fuck him.

    That was the end of that day. Imagine the days before on-line porn. I had already cum once, and did not feel like jacking off to Playboy.

    Because of the weather, I did not get back to Tom Nevers Head for three days. I was so eager to get there. Was it just to be nude in the sun? That was a good part of it. But I knew there was more to it. That something was going on, something that could be very good. And so that morning I got ready. Shorts, tee shirt, a back-pack filled with towels, sunscreen, binoculars, books, and, at least metaphorically, anticipation. It was Friday morning and so no weekenders yet, I would have to come back this weekend to see what difference that made, but today, a clear beach except for two towels and two bodies already stretched out on the sand in front of the dunes. I parked the bike. Got out the binoculars. Looked. Two men. That’s O.K. Hard to tell how old. That did not matter. Nude? Hard to tell from here, though if they were in bathing suits, they must have been skimpy. I would take another look when I got closer. Now down to the beach. And that feeling in my cock… because of the two men? Because I was going, maybe, to meet that guy from Monday? Meet? What did that mean?

    Let’s get down there.

    The spot I had occupied Monday was not taken. Oh, and yes, the two men were nude. 20s. Sunning. Holding hands. Not paying attention like it mattered I was there. Looking up and waving.

    “Hi.”

    “Hi. Nice day.”

    “Yes, it is. Great place to be.”

    “For sure.”

    Was I on the look out for signs, signals? Maybe. My cock seemed to be receiving some. One of the guys stood up. His cock semi-erect. I looked.

    “Hey, O.K. to look.”

    Did I blush?

    “Thank you.”

    “Any place is, O.K. If you want to join us now or later, please do. And I am Kevin. My buddy is Nate.”

    “Bob. Let me settle in.”

    “For sure.”

    “Soon.”

    Soon? Soon what? Just get together, hang-out. Nude men. I felt a strong and physical Yes. Homosexual. Was I homosexual? I did not have any interest in girls or women except as acceptable sexual objects to jerk to, but except for one, very brief encounter, just stroking, in prep school, nothing to count as being a homo. But, but, but.

    So let’s be here and see, be here and anywhere and see. Why not. Sure so many people thought sex between men was just wrong. But where did that idea come from? Prejudice? I did not know. I just knew the sort of things I was feeling, unformed, unclear, seemingly just know in my body before really in my mind, but in any case, feeling, emotions speaking, to be OK, maybe a bit more than OK. We would see.

    I went to my little space. Spread my towel. Stripped, applied sun cream, lay on my back to sun. Closed my eyes.

    It was sound of a dog and of footsteps that seemed to wake me from my nap.

    It was the man from Monday. He was with his dog. Today just weaking shorts. He was between me and the sun so I could not really see him. He could see me. Nude. On my back. Nothing left to the imagination. If I had been dreaming, well the result was an erection.

    “Sorry to wake you.”

    “No problem.” It tried to cover myself with some towel. But there was just not enough free in the right place.

    “Don’t bother, my friend. Must have been a nice dream. Nice result.”

    “Well, I guess so. Sorry. I don’t usually show strangers, well,… anything.”

    “Don’t worry. Nice to add to the scenery, very nice. Mind if i…”

    “No.”

    He was soon nude, squatting down, his cock erect, not too many inches from my face. That was incredible. He was good looking, trim, not hairy, just right, toned legs and what did I know then to say about a man’s chest. He extended his hand,

    “Hi, I’m Byron.”

    “Bob.”

    “Live here or visiting?”

    “My parents live here, in town. Here for the summer vacation, so really visiting.

    “I’m here for the summer. Live in New York. Here. Just me and my dog, Andre after Andre Gide.”

    “I know him, I mean I have read Gide in French class. Not an easy read. An interesting guy.”

    “L’immoraliste?”

    “La Porte Etroite. I wanted to read l’Immoraliste.”

    “Come by, I have a copy.”

    “I will.”

    I will? What is going on here. A nude man with an erection inches from my face is talking me while I am nude, with an erection, about Andre Gide. Now, his dog is named Andre for Andre Gide. Now the dog isn’t a homosexual. Byron… is? Well. This must be a test. Not of my knowledge of French literature, but of.

    Then Byron moved a bit closer, his erection closer to my mouth. My cock was staying hard not because I was shocked, or repelled, but because I was aroused, aroused like I don’t think I had every felt, not this way with another male.

    “Want it? Asked Byron.

    I was looking, staring, focused.

    “Your first?”

    “Yes.”

    “Good. Lie back. Relax. Open you mouth.”

    I did. I looked up and saw an incredible, nude, man, his hard cock coming toward me. I opened my mouth.

    Take it. I will hold it where I want it. Envelope it with your lips. Begin to savor it. This is your first. I want it to be special for you.”

    I did. It was bliss. Incredible. He fed me.

    His boy blocked out the sky. I was sucking cock. Incredible.

    “I won’t cum now. If you want that will come later. Do you want later?”

    “Yes. Please.”

    He stood up. His cock head gleaming. His dog was sitting quietly. I sat up. Nate and Kevin were looking over. Nude. Erect. They waved.

    “Oh, Nate and Ken. They are staying with me. Let’s get over. I think you have met, but let’s really meet. Did anything about Gide intrigue you?”

    “Yes.”

    “And that was?”

    “What they said about him and…’

    “… and his being like me, and Kevin and Nate, just maybe like you, and I think you are a…

    “… homosexual. Maybe I am. This all seems right.”

    “Gide would agree with you… Bob.”

    And I was agreeing with Gide. This was good. I wanted more, much more, whatever more was and would be. This Byron, probably Nate and Kevin, would be there to guide me. Good. Something seemed to be making a little sense.

    Maybe I was… time would tell. Just… don’t resist because some assholes told you that men having sex with men was wrong. Yes, time would tell.

    “While we are all here, let’s make sure you have met Nate and Kevin officially, not just from a distance.”

    He waved them over. They came. No, not that way. They walked over. Like I would have imagined Greek gods – nude, sun illuminating their bodies, their cocks showing their object of interest, maybe not me, but surely Byron. I stared. It now seemed O.K. I had permission.

    “Hey, Byron. Hello,” said Nate – 6’, 180, toned, long blond hair to his shoulders, did he shave his pubes? Yes. I had never seen that. Nice.

    “Nate, Kevin, meet Bob. He is new to the island this summer, nude to this beach, and new to our special desires, very new, like just now.”

    “Hi Bob, Kevin.”

    “Bob, Nate.”

    “Bob has a nice body. His cock is quite nice. Nate, why not do the honors.”

    Honors. Honors… Nate maneuvered to take my cock in his mouth. Amazing. Sweet. Heaven.

    “Well… thank you.”

    “Bob, the thanks are Nate’s.”

    I must have been so primed. I started to cum. Nate kept my cock in his mouth. I pumped, shuddered. Kevin held me. Nate finished me off.

    “Shit,” was al I could say. I was on my knees now. Kevin, well Kevin simply stood in front of me. I, I, I opened my mouth. He filled it. I, I, I so wanted it.

    That day ended with my taking mu first load orally. It ended with an invitation to Byron’s house the next afternoon. It ended with my riding my bicycle home not confused but knowing I was finding something, had found something that afternoon, that my life was changing, that there would be no women in it, that did not bother me, but only men, and I knew that was not the easy reality in 1970. But it was my reality. Bring it on.

    The next morning, I told my parents that I had met some guys and that they had invited me to spend the day with them.

    “That’s good, son,” my Dad said.

    “I hope they can be friends. I know that our moving here has not made coming home the same,” said my Mom. And this from the people who had moved by first year in high school so I was cut off from home friends. They did not care. Any move was all about them. But so, what. Maybe now I was making something of my situation. I was not going to sit around home. My guess was that Nate, Kevin, and Byron could become good friends. I like that thought.

    Noon came. I had showered, trimmed my pubes, thought seriously of shaving there, but held off. Got into my usual “travelling” gear, and two towels, etc. I guessed lunch would be provided. And I knew what I really wanted as food – cum. Damn, musky, funky, incredible.

    I was off. Byron’s place was on the south shore as well, in fact off a side road off the side road to Tom Nevers Head. It was private. No neighbors. At the time he owned all the land around it (not now – Byron was a casualty of AIDs as was Nate. Kevin and I still get together – survivors from that time – that is another story). The house had a high stockade around it – about 100 feet out- on the three landsides. I rang at the gate. It opened. I was through into Byron’s world. Lucky me and for the years before AIDS, for all of us and more. And what an extraordinary summer… of that more.

  • Pure Imagination

    Summer 2018

    To anyone looking on they were just two very attractive young men. One was tall and broad with skin the colour of caramel, hair as black as coal and eyes as brown as the Earth they came from, the other seemed the polar opposite, being not quite as tall with the slim, sinuous build of a swimmer, he had long golden hair and eyes as blue as the ocean that nurtured him. Between the two stood a beautiful black dog its glossy coat shining under the lamplight.

    Earlier in the evening the two men had fought off an attack by an evil entity known as the Murnchnik. Previous onslaughts perpetrated by the malevolent being had usually been directed at the taller, darker man but that evening he had attacked a crowd of over a quarter of a million people when for the first time he had struck out at what he had correctly identified as the second Guardian. He was right to think that Rob was too weak to defend himself but had been foolish to believe the stronger Guardian, the one he had been duelling with for over a decade, wouldn’t be there to protect his mate.

    For the first time in his life Rob had found his power and seen what he was capable of. That didn’t mean he understood what had happened, nor the part played by the man he was standing in front of. Ozzie casually walked over to Aaron and nuzzled his hand, demanding a fuss. Rob was taken aback. His canine companion never approached people he didn’t know, he usually stood guard over his friend and master until he was reassured all was well. The two men stood looking at each other, both had become oblivious to the world around them. Rob was the first to speak.

    ‘He likes you.’ He nodded at Ozzie, who was contentedly accepting all the attention Aaron was prepared to give him. Aaron laughed.

    ‘He obviously has excellent taste.’ His laugh was infectious and Rob found himself joining in with it.

    ‘I feel as if I should know you, but I can’t place where from.’ Rob was still smiling but a look of confusion haunted his piercing eyes.

    ‘We haven’t met before.’

    ‘Then why this feeling?’

    ‘Because we are destined to be as one.’ Aaron’s calm, steady voice and demeanour washed over Rob allowing him to see his sincerity. A tingle ran down Rob’s backbone before goose bumps moved across his skin making him shudder.

    ‘I don’t understand. I want to touch you…….Fuck, I want you to touch me.’ He looked skyward. ‘I just don’t get it, I’m not gay but I fucking want you.’ He glared at the big man. ‘Why? Why do I feel like this?’ He brought his hands to his face in frustration. ‘I don’t even fucking know you.’ His eyes locked with Aaron’s and now when he spoke it was with a quiet, demanding voice, full of anger. ‘Just what is going on and who the fuck are you?’ He clicked his fingers and Ozzie returned to his side. ‘And get your hands off my dog.’

    Aaron let his arms fall to his sides, palms of his hands facing towards Rob. ‘I won’t harm you.’

    ‘That’s not the answer I wanted. I’ll ask you just once more and then I’m walking away. What happened in the Park? Who are you?’ Then in a whisper, eyes cast downward, ‘why do I feel like this?’

    ‘If you let me touch you, just your face, your cheek, I can show you.’

    ‘Show me?’ Again, the honest sincerity in the bottomless brown eyes and Aaron’s calm manner broke through Rob’s near panic. ‘How?’

    ‘As I said, let me touch you. I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you.’

    Rob thought for a minute, then put his hand on Ozzie’s head, an action that had become almost a reflex whenever he was feeling uncertain. ‘Ok. But I warn you, Ozzie will tear your throat out if you try anything.’

    Aaron smiled reassuringly. ‘I don’t doubt it.’ He took a step towards Rob and gently put the palm of his right hand on his left cheek. Rob felt a slight tingle then a warmth spread throughout his body. He suddenly felt, what? Settled? Whole? Complete?  He stepped back releasing Aaron’s hand from his face. He looked down at Ozzie who was now laying at his feet, contentedly licking his paws. Taking a deep, calming breath he moved back towards Aaron who tenderly put his hand back on his cheek. ‘Look at my eyes, trust me Rob. Just look at me.’  Rob’s ocean met Aaron’s earth. The air formed a cocoon around them. ‘What do you see? Look deep Rob, and tell me what you see.’

    Rob hesitated, not yet sure what he saw in the depths of Aaron. ‘The ocean? Is that the ocean?’

    ‘Yes. Relax into it Rob. Let it carry your weight.’ Aaron placed his left hand on Rob’s right cheek, stroking the finely chiselled face with his thumbs. The action sent another shiver, this one of anticipation, down Rob’s spine. His pulse increased and his breathing quickened. ‘What do you see now?’

    ‘Waves, a beach, hills, mountains, lakes and rivers ………………… you. I see you. You’re beautiful. You’re …….’ Rob faltered not understanding what his eyes were showing him. Cradling Rob’s face in his gentle hands, Aaron moved closer to him and gently kissed his lips. The touch was so gentle that at first Rob wondered if he had imagined it. ‘You, you’re the mountain, and I’m …….. I’m ……..the sea?……… Oh God.’ Rob rested his forehead on Aaron’s. Their eyes remained locked.

    ‘Do you trust me Rob? Ozzie does, do you?’

    ‘Yes.’ No hesitation.

    ‘Good, then hold my hand, I have to take you to meet someone.’ He felt Rob withdraw. ‘Ozzie is coming too. You’ll be safe, I promise.’ Another feather like kiss. ‘Believe me, I couldn’t hurt you if I tried.’ Rob relaxed back into him. Their hands joined. ‘Put your other hand on Ozzie with mine. That’s it. Ready?’

    ‘I don’t know what for, but yes, I suppose so.’ The air around them pulsed bright white, Rob felt warm air surround him, caressing his face. As soon as the light came it disappeared. The warm air was replaced with a fresh, cooling breeze that smelled of springtime.

    ‘We’re here.’

    ‘What? How the………?’ Ozzie jumped up and barked. His tail was wagging, his jaws were open, his big pink tongue lolling out of the side. Rob knew this as his dog’s happy face. He looked towards where Ozzie was staring. The oldest man he had ever seen was walking towards them. Ozzie ran over to the stooped figure, when he reached him, he nuzzled and licked one of the gnarled hands before gently taking it between his jaws and leading the old man to his young master.

    ‘Alright, alright Ozzie, I’m coming.’ The dog brought the old man to Rob before released his hand then sat in front of his master his tail sweeping back and forth across the ground. The old man held out his hand to Rob in welcome. ‘Hello young man, my name is Malcolm and I have waited a great many years for this moment.’ Rob took Malcolm’s hand in his, surprised by the strength and vitality it conveyed. ‘Ozzie has grown since we were last together. You have looked after him well. Thank you.’ The look of puzzlement in Rob’s eyes was clear.

    ‘I’m sorry, what do you mean, ‘since you were last togetherAnd where am I? How did I get here?’

    ‘All in good time Robert. Let’s have some tea and I’ll answer all your questions. You are perfectly safe, I give you my word.’ Somehow, without understanding why, Rob knew he could trust Malcolm. Perhaps it was the way Ozzie had greeted him and had since shown no distress at all, indeed, his big furry protector was behaving like a forty kilo puppy lolloping along beside him as he followed Malcolm with not a care in the world.

    Malcolm led them to a small, three story wooden structure that was leaning precariously to one side. Its gently smoking chimney seemed to be hanging onto the roof for dear life. Once through the door however, all the walls were upright with no sign anywhere of the far from vertical structure they had just entered. They passed through the house to a colourful and fragrant garden, full of flowers, butterflies, bees and birds. Rob had taken note of some of the strange things he had seen inside, such as a large grey owl that at first glance looked to be stuffed but whose eyes had followed their every move and the small man whose fine features and pointed ears reminded him of Spock from Star Trek sitting on an overstuffed bright pink sofa playing with a badger. Despite the warmth of the day a small fire nested cosily in the fire grate over which was suspended a large, round iron pot from which rose a pale blue steam accompanied by the occasional iridescent bubble that burst with a quiet ‘pop’ releasing a delicious fragrance into the air.

    The old magician smiled warmly as he watched Rob’s face register bewilderment, then surprise, followed by a resigned look of acceptance that all would be explained if he was patient. Malcolm was looking forward to when the curtain of forgetting, placed round Rob’s memories when he left for the mainland by the magicians who had helped raise him, would fall away and the young Guardian would start to remember who and what he was. All it would take was a cup of his specially brewed ‘memory tea’ and an explanation of what was happening for Rob’s past to resurface.

    While Ozzie wandered off to explore all the exciting smells in Malcolm’s garden, the three of them sat on ornately fashioned wooded chairs placed round a not quite circular table. Within minutes of their being seated the small human or Pixie or Vulcan or whatever he was, whom Rob had seen playing with the badger came out of the house carrying a small tray from which he proceeded to produce a teapot, sugar bowl, milk jug, four cups and saucers, teaspoons, knives, four plates and a three tiered cake stand groaning under the number of delicious looking fancies it held. Rob’s mouth had opened in amazement and wonder as to how so much had been carried by tray whose diameter was no more than eight inches. Aaron chuckled to himself as he patted Rob’s knee reassuringly. ‘It’s just magic Rob.’

    ‘Just magic? You say that like it’s an everyday occurrence for a near banquet to be produced from something smaller than a dinner plate.’

    ‘But here it is an everyday occurrence. You’ll get used to it. It took me a while and my parents used magic quite a lot when I was a kid, so it wasn’t like I was unaware of it.’

    ‘Magic is real? Are you serious?’

    Malcolm intervened, handing Rob his cup of tea. ‘Drink this Rob, it will make things clearer while I explain a few things.’ Rob accepted the proffered drink and took a sip.

    The freshness of a clean, bright spring morning burst into his mouth. The clouds of concealment began to be chased away by what felt like a refreshing breeze traveling through his head. Sights, noises, colours, all began to burst into his memory. Things hidden from him since leaving the island he was born on began to insert themselves in his consciousness. Faces, voices, names, all began to return to him. The warmth and love contained in his released memories was almost overwhelming, especially vivid were those of his mother who he missed so much following her early death at just forty four, two years previously. Tears of happy remembrance pricked at his eyes.

    Aaron saw the happiness in Rob, watched as he relaxed and enjoyed his revived past. Both he and Malcolm sat quietly allowing the golden man all the time he needed to begin processing his memories. Rob slowly began to understand where he was and more importantly, who he was. He remembered all the hours he had studied magic and how to use his special gifts. The weeks spent refining and perfecting his control over his unique powers. The months of solitude when he wandered the magical isle he had been born on, learning how to communicate with all the creatures he came across. He smiled at the memory of times he had swum and sung with the whales that passed the island each year. But most of all, he could recall the years he had been loved and cherished by his mother. All of this was returned to him, and more.

    Just as he was beginning to wonder why he had had his memories hidden, a small, impish face swan into his mind’s eye. He knew at once who it was. Warlock Torrin had been his primary teacher during his youth. It had been him who had helped him come to terms with who he was. The two shared an unbreakable bond borne from trust, understanding and love. The image began to speak. Only Rob could hear what was said.

    ‘Hello Rob. If you are listening to me then you have reached that time in your life we spoke of many times. The world is in danger. All the creatures that inhabit it, magic and human, are depending on you and your fellow Guardian. Humans know nothing of you or the terror they face, their scepticism and selfishness prevents them from seeing what is in front of them. It is unlikely you will receive much help or thanks from them to begin with, but as your struggle against your evil foe develops, so will humans realise they must act. Be patient with them my boy, they are a strange animal but once roused will be a formidable ally. The magic folk are waiting for you. They will give all the help they can. One of us, he calls himself Malcolm, will be your guide from now on. Trust him, but remember what we learned together – listen to your heart, let your feelings and instincts show you the right path. Your power, your magic, comes from your heart. Spend time with your partner Rob, the man who loves you more than life. Learn to trust and rely on him before tackling the Murnchnik. Learn to love him with your soul. Only with him at your side can you hope to be triumphant. We will not meet again Rob, all I have I give to you. Every ounce of magic I had is now yours. I give it freely. I pray to the Moon Goddess that combined with the power you were born with it will be enough to save all we love and hold dear.’

    The image faded to be replaced by a surge of clean, white energy that coursed through his entire body. He felt as though he had grown taller, stronger. At its passing he saw that physically he hadn’t changed but mentally, internally, he was bursting with power and magic. He was aware of every atom, every molecule that swam around, through and in him. He saw colours where none had been before. Looking at the dark, handsome stranger sitting next to him he gasped at the radiance of him. The colours of the Earth glowed brightly, magnificently from him. Instinctively he reached out to touch him, not surprised to see the wondrous blues and greens of the ocean streaming from his own body. Aaron’s eyes clasped Rob’s shimmering sea into the strong, firm arms of unmovable Earth. Their embrace lit the world spreading feelings of love and goodness across the seas and continents. Everything that lived knew of their new found love. The magic folk breathed a sigh of relief, their protectors, the Earth’s Guardians had come together at last.

    Holding firmly to Aaron’s strong hand Rob turned towards Malcolm, who saw a thousand questions swimming in the young singer’s eyes. He helped himself to a pink frosted fairy cake before he started to speak. He began with some questions.

    ‘Did my old friend Torrin just talk to you?’ Rob nodded. ‘Good. Do you remember now who you are?’ Another nod. ‘And you understand the magic and power you possess?’

    ‘Yes. Well at least I think so.’

    ‘I appreciate it’s a great deal to assimilate but I cannot stress strongly enough that you do so as quickly as possible. As daunting as it sounds, the fate of the world rests with you and Aaron here.’

    Rob looked over at the dark, muscular man next to him and smiled. The feeling of need that punched him in the stomach made him gasp. The sensations running through him unbalanced him and Aaron quickly caught him in his arms before he fell to the ground. He felt a warmth and comfort the like of which was alien to him. The way his sex responded to being held by the beautiful, dark haired god, confused and unsettled him. Rob was no stranger to physical love or sexual contact. He was a singing superstar when all was said and done. Sleeping with groupies came with the territory. It was almost a rite of passage, something that was expected. But he had only ever had sex or played around with women. He had never so much as looked at another man let alone wondered what it would be like to kiss one – or more! And yet Aaron’s arms holding him, the soft murmurs of reassurance interspersed with kisses to the top of his head, the warm, spicy, slightly musky smell of him, all combined to tell him he was where he should be, that he was right to feel safe. The state of well-being and contentment that flowed over and through him allowed him to relax. He brought a hand up to Aaron’s face and rested it gently on his cheek. He hesitated before speaking then after taking a deep, steadying breath he asked, ‘You’re mine aren’t you? And I’m yours.’ He clearly saw the affirmation in his mate’s eyes. A wave of relief and acceptance washed over them both. Their lips met in a kiss of welcome, their eyes never wavering from each other as a blush of passion passed between them. ‘I want you,’ Rob whispered into his lover’s soft mouth. ‘I want everything with you.’

    Malcolm and Twix, for that was who Rob had thought might be a Vulcan, quietly moved indoors taking Ozzie with them, leaving the Guardians alone to consummate their union.

    The two men slowly removed their clothes, eyes shyly glancing at each other as flesh was revealed. Rob saw a tall, coffee skinned Adonis with a physique the most demanding of athletes would be proud of. Slabs of muscle formed the huge chest, finished off with big, brown nipples. He had heard others talking about men with washboard stomachs, but had never actually seen one – until now. He marvelled at how the muscles under the skin of his partner’s torso and arms flexed and rippled with every move he made. Aaron paused before slowly hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his tight, white briefs that looked to be moulded to his body, before teasingly, provocatively, he slid them down over the round mounds of his arse, the action revealing the root of his thick penis. Rob’s breath caught in his throat, he felt his own not insubstantial cock jump and thicken at the sight. His eyes took in the glorious sight before him and before he really knew what he was doing, he was on his knees pressing his face into Aaron’s still covered manhood. He ran his hands over the hugely strong, powerful thighs bringing them up to and over the firm naked buttocks. Taking firm hold of the briefs bunched at the base of his man’s bum he pulled them down, groaning in blissful acceptance when the full length of Aaron’s massive tool sprang free and smacked into his chin.

    ‘Fuck that’s big.’ The wonder and amazement in his voice caused both men to laugh, beautifully breaking the tension that had built up without taking away from their desire.

    ‘Wait till it really wakes up.’ Aaron joked.

    ‘Really? You mean there’s more of it?’

    Aaron put his hands under Rob’s armpits and with seemingly little effort lifted him to his feet.

    ‘My turn. I’ve waited a lifetime for this.’

    Moving his hands to the small of Rob’s back he pushed one of them into the waistband of the singer’s tight jeans while slipping the other round the slim hips to unfasten the buttons of his flies. Once loose he knelt at the feet of his fellow Guardian and pulled the jeans and the tiny black briefs worn under them to the ground. Rob lifted first one foot them the other to allow him to remove them completely. Aaron sat back on his heels. ‘Please let me look at you Rob. I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long, I just want a minute to take you in.’ Rob blushed and went to cover his erect penis with his hands. Aaron stopped him. ‘Don’t be embarrassed, you’re perfect. Beautiful. Everything I hoped for and more.’ His honest words and steady eyes calmed Rob’s remaining doubts and fears. He dropped his arms to his sides and stood tall and proud, feet slightly apart, eyes making direct contact with the man kneeling before him.

    Aaron reached out and ran a finger along the underside of Rob’s rapidly thickening cock. Rob shuddered with want as he felt his mate’s touch. He threw his head back and cried out when Aaron took the pulsing head of his manhood into his mouth. A warmth of need and want spread through him. Goose bumps caused his whole body to tingle. His world became centred on the hot, wet mouth slowly working its way down his thick shaft. Aaron took each inch slowly into his throat, putting all that Pip and his fellow faeries had taught him to good effect. He flexed his throat muscles around the silky, steel hard rod that filled it, rubbing his togue across the underside, until his nose came to rest in the nest of golden hair at its root. Rob was gasping for breath, unintelligible noises coming from his mouth. He put his hands on his lover’s head, running his fingers through the long, black tresses. Aaron began a slow, deliberate fucking of the cock he had waited so long to pleasure. The training he had received, all the thought and concentration he had applied to his lessons, both practical and theory was forgotten as his subconscious took over. All his mind and body wanted to do was give his love to the golden god he could finally touch, and savour. Rob had been given many, many blow jobs over the years since his fame first catapulted him into the public arena, but absolutely nothing had prepared him for the exquisite pleasure he was receiving at the mouth and hands of the man he knew instinctively he loved. He was leaking precum into Aaron’s sucking, licking, biting, lapping, incredible mouth. Aaron tasted each and every drop, Rob’s sweet, salty, musky flavour filling his senses. Releasing the throbbing penis from his mouth he lapped at the smoothly shaved ball sac beneath, and gently stroked a finger back and forth across that oh so sensitive area of skin between Rob’s balls and the tight, virgin rose that was his anus.

    Rob felt his legs turn to jelly and only just managed to hold himself up by gripping his tormenters head in his hands. Aaron sat back, leaving Rob feeling suddenly cold and alone. The feeling only lasted as long as it took for their eyes to see each other again. Rob dropped to his knees and urgently, needfully, took possession of Aaron’s mouth with his soft but demanding lips. He forced his tongue deep into his lovers mouth. The taste of Aaron was overwhelming. He couldn’t get enough of him.

    Aaron, slowly took back control and so, so tenderly manoeuvred his fellow Guardian onto his back. He put his hands under Rob’s thighs and pushed them towards his chest. Rolling the singers hips up, he exposed the pink, beauty at the centre of his love’s perfect arse. Rob whimpered with desire and some anxiety. He had never felt both such vulnerability but at the same time he knew he need fear nothing Aaron would do. He cried out loudly, with a passion that filled the air, when Aaron’s mouth descended on his most private place and he felt his firm, insistent tongue lick, lap and push against him, into him. His back arched upwards and his hips pushed down when he felt a well lubricated finger enter him. His anus tingled and he felt a warm, calming, relaxing glow envelop his tight anal ring. Aaron silently thanked Pip for the magic oil he had given him.

    Over several minutes, that to Rob seemed to stand still, Aaron expertly worked two then three well oiled fingers into his mate’s eager hole, opening him, relaxing him, preparing him for their ultimate joining.

    Hundreds of miles away, on the thirty fifth floor of the Harding Tower, London,  Jonathan Harding hurriedly excused himself from a board meeting and took his private, express lift to the basement. He had felt the Guardian’s healing power. He was prepared, although he had not expected them to declare themselves so quickly after the incident at the concert.  Moving swiftly and silently he quickly covered the ground to the wall on the opposite side of the room to the one his elevator occupied. An incantation left his lips and the wall became a mist, a curtain of black and red. He passed through it shedding his stolen shell as he did so. The other side of the roiling curtain was a volcanic nightmare. The earth itself, infected as it was with the evil of the Murnchnik, moved and boiled. Giant geysers of molten lava leaped and danced as far as the eye could see. The stench of rotten flesh and destroyed vegetation would have made any normal creature gag and pass out. But the Murnchnik was no ordinary thing. The creature that emerged from the carapace that was Jonathan Harding, that grew out of its human prison, was monstrous, unspeakable, terrifying.  It raised itself onto its massive scaly hind quarters and pulled itself to its full, ten story height. Raising its hugely muscled arms into the air,  it stretched its flame dripping  hands wide, claws grasping and collecting all the energy they could hold. With a shattering roar the monster flung the fearsome, roiling, boiling, screaming ball of hate into the sky. Faster than any bullet it flew, directed by the Murnchnik towards the source of the pure goodness it was intended to destroy. The hideous, writhing, screeching demon cry of frustration that resonated round the globe made billions cower in fear when to its anger and frustration the monstrous ball of destruction was simply absorbed by the dome of light it had been sent to obliterate.

    The Murnchnik sank its huge feet into the hard ground beneath it. Heat and an energy more evil than the creature itself travelled up its legs, collecting in its gut. The monster began to grow, its joints cracking, its scaly skin screaming in protest until the Murnchnik stood hundreds of feet tall and almost as wide. Turning towards the cause of its anger it released an awesome beam of fire spitting hate that fried everything it touched to a blackened, charred husk.

    Rob and Aaron felt the hate speeding towards them. Aaron smiled up at his partner. ‘Ready?’ Rob smiled and nodded. The muscular, dark haired Adonis knelt between Rob’s thighs. He held the singers legs wide. The head of his massive, achingly hard penis pressed against the small, pink entrance to the tunnel of love he had only so far dreamt about. Eyes locked with his golden man, he saw a flicker of discomfort in them as he breached the tight ring of muscle. Rob sighed, relaxed and pushed onto him, a look of determination and love on his beautiful face. Aaron pushed in till he had no more to give. Never had he been as hard, or as big. The thickness of his tumescent manhood had surprised him. He shuddered when he felt his pubic bone come to rest against the firm mounds of his lover’s arse. They both felt the strength of the evil approaching. Both prayed their love would be enough to contain and defeat it.

    Inside the ramshackle house, Malcolm began to mumble, his hands twisting in complex patterns that as his spell grew became visible strings of energy. With a final flick of his wrists the magic flew to Rob and Aaron, joining with their shield of goodness. He was just in time. Moments after his magic strengthened that of the Guardian’s, the Murnchnik’s powerful blast of black evil slammed into the silver and white dome created by the two magical humans. So great was its impact, so powerful its evil that the shield buckled. Rob and Aaron felt the collision in their guts, as though punched. For a split second the shield wavered, allowing cracks to appear. The Murnchnik pounced, throwing all it had at them totally enveloping the failing shield in with its clawing, grasping, stinking bolts of malevolent lightning. Time after time the protective shield was hit by flames of unimaginable power. The Faeries cowering in terror watched helplessly as thin whisps of destruction hissed their way through the hairline cracks. The Guardians could feel their strength ebbing under the endless onslaught.

    ‘Love,’ Malcolm shouted hoping beyond hope that he would be heard above the ear splitting screams of thunder pummelling the frail shield above them. ‘Use your love.’ Unable to hear anything but the frightening roar sent against them, Rob and Aaron held each other tightly. Fear crept into the furthest edges of their eyes. Tears ran down Rob’s face. How was he supposed to fight this? How could so much be expected? Hope began to fade in his clear blue eyes until a sound he knew and loved pushed through to him. Ozzie barked again and again and again only stopping when he felt his master’s hand on his head. A revitalising surge of energy filled Rob’s weakening body, reenergising him.

    The moment the three of them were joined, a riot of golden shards of love shot into the air. Carrying hints of  blue, green,  silver, turquoise and white the healing light was underpinned by solid, immovable tones of brown, grey and amber. Aaron began to move inside the man beneath him. Their passion grew the faster he pushed and pulled into and out of his precious lover. The dome of protection was flooded with love and peace that simply absorbed any hate that had penetrated the shield. Where it had been damaged and breached, the shield was whole again.

    Rob leaned in towards Aaron, his free hand wrapped round the back of the taller Guardian’s neck pulling his head down. His lips fastened on those of his new found love, their tongues twisted and flicked against each other. Their love for each other was in the breath they shared and that spilled out into the air around them. Rob pushed his body against the solid muscle of his mate. Each felt the hardness of the other as their hips pressed together. Aaron sucked Rob’s tongue deep into his mouth, gently biting along it, the stimulation adding to the singer’s arousal. Rob gave no more thought as to why he wanted this man. All he knew was that no woman he had been intimate with had managed to make his cock leak just from kissing him. As their passion built so did the strength of the magic that surrounded them. The more aroused the two men became, the bigger and stronger was the shield of pulsing gold. Aaron moved his free hand to the small of Rob’s back pulling him harder against his aching groin. Moans of desire escaped both their mouths. Rob could feel his cock tingling, his balls churning. He moved his hand from Aaron’s neck to his lover’s muscular, tensing arse. The two men looked at each other in wonder and amazement as first Rob then Aaron felt their cocks thicken, their balls tighten and rope after scalding rope of their magical essence flew from them. Rob coated their chests and stomachs with his hot seed, while Aaron pumped all he had deep into his partner’s welcoming gut. The power released smashed through the protective shield and in a blinding flash and near deafening roar, obliterated the evil sent against them.

    Silence filled the air. Nothing moved. The Guardians eyes were locked together, seeing only what was deep inside each other’s hearts. The first sound anything heard was Rob quietly saying, ‘I love you,’ followed by his soulmate replying, ‘I love you too.’ Then all heard a big black dog barking as it danced and jumped in joy knowing its masters were finally as one.

    ‘That was close.’ Malcolm looked shaken and much, much older than he had before the evil had attacked them. Rob and Aaron could see the effort it took for the old mage to stand. ‘Its power is growing. I almost thought we were too late.’

    Rob walked over to the old mage who stood stooped and almost broken. Giving no thought to his own nudity, he placed an arm around the magicians shoulders and drew him to his chest. Malcolm felt warm and comforted. Aaron stood, crossed to where his love was holding his old friend and enveloped them both in his strong arms. Malcolm felt his old body began to tingle and a glow appeared around the three of them. The sound of mighty waves breaking on solid, unyielding rocks could be heard and the tang of fresh, cleansing sea air assailed his senses. He looked at his tingling, glowing hands in wonder as the skin covering them tightened. The liver spots that told of his great age faded and disappeared. Pulling his sleeve up, revealing his thin, fragile arms he watched as muscle replaced wasted flesh. He felt his old, crooked back begin to straighten as a strength he hadn’t had for centuries flooded hisac frail body. He noticed that his eyesight was blurred then laughed as he realised it was because he didn’t need his spectacles anymore. Tears of joy gathered in his eyes. He ran his tongue over teeth where minutes before had been gums.

    Rob released his hold on the old magician. ‘The evil we fight may be growing in strength and power Malcolm, but he doesn’t have what we have. He can never be as strong as we are. We have love and friendship, trust and companionship. The Murnchnik only has hate and fear on its side.’ He moved to Aaron, taking his hands in his. They smiled at each other, the air was filled with joy and laughter.

    Ozzie bounced up to them barking for attention. Both men crouched down and each put an arm round the happy dog. Aaron looked up at his old friend.

    ‘That creature hasn’t got a chance Malcolm.’ He shifted his gaze to the man he loved and rubbed his hand on their dog’s head. ‘And we are only just getting started.’

  • Gay Christmas treat, three cocks in me at once!

    This is my fourth story in my journey of discovery of the joys of gay sex. I started with an old friend, Simon, that turned out to be bi too, then I was seduced by one of the gay landlords of my local pub, Tim, who then arranged a threesome for me with him & his partner John. This is the story of how Simon, Tim, John & I got together for one hell of a debauched party session, with basically at the centre of their attention, lucky old me.

    So, Simon was coming down to stay for a week over Christmas, arriving early evening on Christmas Eve, we headed straight to my local pub to sink a few festive pints, we were lucky to grab a small table in one corner. As the evening went on, Tim came pass to say hello & ask who my ‘cute’ friend was, which would have been embarrassing if I had been with anyone other than Simon. Introductions were made, hand shakes were had, and exchanges of festival greetings were done.

    As Tim continued to collect glasses, Simon commented on the exchange, and I explained he was one of the two gay landlords, but didn’t go into any further details, for fear of our conversation being overheard. At closing time, Tim asked if the two of us wanted an extra pint on the house, and of course we accepted.

    As the pub emptied, I popped to the loo, and was followed in by Tim, who said, ‘John & I both think your friend is cute, I don’t suppose he’s the friend that you told us you had some special fun with?’ I confirmed it was, and was surprised when he replied, ‘Well, John & I were wondering if the two of you fancy joining us tomorrow afternoon for some fun?’. I said I would love too, but doubted Simon would go for it, but I would see what I could do.

    As soon as we got home, Simon grabbed me, and started kissing me, as his hand groped at my groin, I could feel myself getting hard, he broke away saying, ‘God I’ve missed that’, as he dropped to his knees & started to unzip me. I said, ‘come on, let’s hit the bed’, we were soon naked and locked into a 69er, before I gave him a good hard fucking, then we drifted off to sleep.

    I was up first in the morning, making some tea & toast to take upstairs, whilst wondering how I was going to explain to Simon how I had had a threesome with Tim & John, and that we were invited to join them for some fun. As I was the only guy that Simon had had sex with, I didn’t want to freak him out, I needed to handle this carefully & steer him around to the idea.

    I took the tea & toast up just as Simon was coming around, and as it happened I didn’t need to fear how I was going to approach things, because as I climbed into bed, Simon said, ‘that Tim seems a nice guy.’ I replied, ‘oh, he is, as is his partner, John.

    Then out of the blue he asks, ‘have you been messing around with Tim?’, ‘what on earth made you ask that?, ‘I don’t now, I just sensed that there was something going on, that I am not aware of it.’

    “Well, would it make any different to you if I had?’, ‘none whatsoever, but if you have, I would love to hear the details’, as he gave me that cute cheeky look & smile of his.

    Oh, well, no point holding back now, so I started to explain how Tim had seduced me, and as I was going into detail, Simon was getting well turned-on, as was I, by the time I moved on to explaining I ended-up in a threesome with Tim & John, and how I was spit-roasted before experiencing double anal, Simon’s eyes were out in sticks.

    ”Fucking hell mate, I would love to see them do that to you, it sounds fucking well hot.”

    “Well, today could be your lucky day”, and I explained the invitation, there was no hesitation from Simon, he jumped on the idea, with one condition, he only wanted to see them fuck me, he didn’t want to be fucked by anyone other than me.

    When Simon headed to the bathroom, I called the pub, John answered, and I explained that we both would love to take them up on their kind offer, but explained Simon’s condition, which John said would be fine.

    It was handy that my parents were away that Christmas, so we had the family Christmas meal the previous weekend, leaving no commitments for today, except some kinky fun.

    I went to tell Simon that everything was set, he was just getting into the shower, so I joined him, soaping each other up was truly sensual, we were both as hard as hell, and Simon dropped to his knees, grabbing hold of my cock. I had to stop him, as I wanted to save myself until later, and he reluctantly agreed that was sensible.

    It was now late morning, the pub was only open from noon to 3pm on Christmas day, so we would have late afternoon & evening to party, we didn’t want to get to the pub too early, too much drink could have ruined things. So, we just listened to some music, whilst chatting & smoking a few spliffs until heading over at just before 2pm.

    Soon after last orders were called, Tim suggested we both should disappear into the kitchen and wait whilst they cleared the pub, and once we had, brought us another pint each.

    Simon admitted he was getting a bit nervous & was having second thoughts, the last thing I wanted to hear, so I had to go into overdrive to persuade him there was nothing to worry about. That both Tim & John knew he didn’t want to be fucked by them, that basically he was my boy coming along to see me getting fucked, that he didn’t even need to join in, he could just watch & have a wank if he wanted. It worked, I could tell by the way his eyes lit up when I mentioned him watching me being fucked.

    When the pub was cleared, John came to get us, and the three of us went up to the flat to join Tim, who, much to our surprise, was busy setting-up four lines of coke – that was certainly going to help! So, we snorted them, and I rolled a joint, as John put some porn on, and Tim suggested we all stripped to our underwear, ready for the party to start.

    Knowing how much they liked tight white briefs, I had lent Simon a pair of mine, so we were both wearing them, as were Tim & John.

    Sitting on the sofa with Simon & I in the middle, drinking, smoking the spliff, watching the porn & generally chatting, with both Tim & John making Simon very much at ease, it wasn’t long before their hands were stroking on bulges. And, not much longer, before they were both on their knees in front of us, sliding our pants down, and going down on our hard erections. I glanced at Simon to make sure he was OK, and there was that cheeky look & smile of his, as he lent over and our lips met, and we were tonguing each other.

    Fuck this was hot, but didn’t last long as John said, “come on lads, lets hit the bed, it’ll be far more comfortable.”

    As we entered the bedroom, Tim announced that they been discussing a few things they would like to do, assuming we were both happy with their suggestions, he turned to Simon, ‘especially you, just let us know if there’s anything that you are uncomfortable with, we’ll respect your limits.’ I piped-up, ‘hey, what about my limits’, ‘we doubt you have any, you’re a wild one’, with that we all laughed.

    Tim continues, ‘so, Simon, how do you fancy me sucking you off, whilst Mark fucks you?’, bit of a daft question to ask, I mean what bi or gay guy wouldn’t go for that? Needless to say, Simon agreed.

    I soon had Simon in my favourite position for fucking, on the edge of the bed, with a pillow under his arse to lift him a bit, and me standing.

    I got lubed-up & slowly started entering him, as Tim & John got comfortable either side of him & started to lick & suck his cock & balls, as I slowly started inching into him. The look on Simon’s face as I stated fucking him, whilst the other guys shared his cock, was a classic, a big cheeky grin & his eyes almost popping-out, I couldn’t help but stare into his eyes & smile back at him.

    I was taking it nice & slowly, as I wanted to last & give Simon a decent long fuck, but as I speeded-up my thrusting action a little, John broke away, and offered his cock to Simon, I wasn’t sure if he would go for it, but he did, he turned his head & allowed John to enter his mouth. This was so fucking hot, I am fucking my best mate, this cute lad, as Simon is thrusting his cock into his mouth & Tim was deep throating him, I felt like I was staring in a porn film.

    Suddenly John was breaking away, and Tim moved over, so that he was now in a 69 with Simon, and before I knew it John was behind me, and entering me, I am now the filling in a fuck sandwich – fuck this was hot! I speeded-up again, thrusting all the way into Simon, then thrusting back onto John until I could feel his balls against my arse cheeks, I glanced at the clock & realised I had been fucking for over 20 minutes, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last.

    I couldn’t take my eyes off Tim working on Simon’s cock, swallowing it all, whilst I continued thrusting back & forward, then certainly I felt Simon tensing up, Tim clearly noticed to, as he pulled his mouth of Simon cock, and took it in hand. Just a few strokes & Simon exploded, shooting a massive fountain of cum directly into Tim’s face, with some hitting my stomach.. Tim went to work on licking it up, I couldn’t take any more, as I declared, ‘I am going to cum.’

    John pulled out of me, I pulled out of Simon, and Tim repositioned himself, we all had the same idea, as we formed a circle around Simon’s face, whilst we each finished ourselves off, stream after stream poured from each of us over Simon’s face, in his open mouth, in his hair & over his chest.

    Fuck did he look hot, covered in three massive loads of cum, I wasted no time in pulling him over, and moving in for a sloppy kiss, as Simon dribbled cum into my mouth, and drops from his face dripped onto mine. Soon John was pulling Simon off me, and went to work snogging him & kicking him clean, as Tim did exactly the same to me.

    We all cuddled up for a while, as we all agreed how fucking hot it had been, and how much we had all enjoyed it.

    After about 10 minutes or so, Tim suggested we should get cleaned-up & have a break, before another session, we took turns in the shower, soaping each other up, and getting hard again, but resisting any action for now. We all returned to the living room, just with towels wrapped around us. John sorted drinks, Tim sorted some lines of coke, whilst I skinned-up a loaded spliff.,all to be enjoyed whilst we watched a young white twink being gangbanged by three massive black guys on the TV.

    I had Simon cuddled up to me, as we all chatted away, I was amazed how relaxed Simon was, bearing in mind how nervous he had been earlier, he had clearly enjoyed the night so far.

    The twink in the film was now sitting on one BBC, with another in his mouth, as the third started entering his arse, I looked down at Simon, as he looked at me, and said, ‘fuck that’s hot’, turning to Tim & John, ‘I hear you guys double fucked Mark, that’s something I would love to see.’ They both laughed, and replied in unison, ‘you will’, which set Simon & me off laughing too.

    With that, I stood up, pulling Simon up with me, turned to the other guys I said, ‘well, come on, I am ready it for it, I am buzzing so much, I need the three of you in me now.’ We all headed to the bedroom, dropping our towels as we went.

    It wasn’t long before Tim pulled me over onto him, and I slowly allowed him to enter me, whilst I held both Simon’s & John’s cocks in each hand, taking turns on taking each into my mouth, before I attempted to get both into my mouth, sadly I couldn’t get much of both cocks into my mouth, but it was fun trying. As I was bouncing slowly on Tim, I looked up at John, and said, ‘well come on, I am ready for you too now.’

    John passed me a bottle of poppers, ‘you’re going to need a big hit on this, to make things easy’, I didn’t need asking twice, I took a good few hits before handing the bottle to Simon. I could feel John slowly pushing one, two, then three fingers into me joining Tim’s rock hard cock. Fuck it was painful, but I needed it, I wanted it, I grabbed the poppers again, as I took another couple of hits, John took the opportunity, and I felt his fingers replaced by his cock slipping into me inch-by-inch.

    “Oh, fuck yeah, that’s it, fucking give it to me’, and Simon pipped-up, ‘fuck that’s amazing, that’s so hot fucking, I can’t believe you can take two cocks at once, fucking hell’.

    John was now completely in me, both him & Tim started slowing fucking me, with Simon watching & wanking, which I was happy with for a few minutes, until I declared I needed him in my mouth. As he positioned himself, I started licking up & down his cock, round the head, before starting to suck on his throbbing cock, as the other two guys continued with their action, one cock thrusting forward, as the other pulled back, and repeat, perfect!

    The room was echoing with the three of them making comments like, ‘fuck yeah’, ‘fuck this is hot’, ‘what a fucking slut’. After a few more minutes, I pulled my mouth of Simon’s cock, and asked for the poppers, as I took some more hits, I declared, ‘right Simon, it’s time for you to deep throat fuck me now, and I want you two guys to speed-up, fuck me fast & hard, give me everything you have.’

    As I handed the poppers back to Simon, his cock entered my mouth again, but didn’t stop there, in a single thrust it was into my throat, the poppers were doing their job, I didn’t gag at all, as he took hold of my head & started face fucking me. John & Tim speeded-up, but now the pattern was both their cocks thrusting in & out together, two cocks pushing in as far as possible, and pulling back in unison.

    I was in heaven, three cocks fucking in & out of me, three guys using me as a piece of meat, a fuck toy, and I was fucking loving it, what a fucking slut I was.

    It seemed to go on forever, the coke had clearly given everyone staying power I thought, and as I did, Simon suddenly started to cum, no warning whatsoever, he trust deep into my throat, as I felt his first spurt. He pulled back a bit, empted the next load into my mouth, so tasty, before pulling out and wanking the last over my face.

    John pulled out of me, pulled me off Tim & onto the floor in a kneeing position, Simon joined me, putting arm around me, as they both stood in front of us & finished themselves of, shooting load after load over our faces and into our willing mouth.

    As they finished, Simon & I cuddled & took turns dribbling cum from my mouth into his, and his into mine, before coming together for a sloppy kiss, our tongues dancing together, whilst covered in cum, it was amazing. As we both swallowed our share, John & Tim once again pulled us apart, pulled us up, pushed us back onto the bed, and went to work licking us both clean.

    That was amazing, totally mind blowing, and the party wasn’t even over, I hadn’t cum during that session, and when I pointed that out, John responded, ‘well you are going to have to wait, so we can recover, before part three of our plans for the evening.

    We once again headed to the shower to clean-up, followed by more drinks, coke & another spliff, whilst watching the next porn scene – a guy standing, but bent over, being spit-roasted, whilst a third guy is under him, sucking his cock. The penny soon dropped, that once again they had chosen the porn to match what they had planned next!

    I am so fucking hard, and ready for action, so I pulled the towel off myself, so I was just sitting on the sofa, with my rock hard 7 inches exposed & ready to be toyed with.

    Suddenly John stands-up and reaches out for my hand, I took his, as he pulled me up, and he started kissing me, whilst stroking my cock, ‘you ready for scene three?’, I replied, ‘I am all yours!’

    ‘Right guys, I am having his arse, Tim you can take his mouth, and Simon you’re on sucking duty, OK guys?’ Both agreed, and I was handed the poppers, a few hits, and I assumed my position bent over, legs spread. John entered me, then Tim, and finally Simon crawled over & got under me, taking my cock into his mouth.

    Fuck, once again I am the plaything of three guys, a complete slut, a complete fuck-toy, as Tim thrusts down my throat, John pulls back, as he thrusts forward, Tim pulls back, meanwhile Simon is deep-throating me, whilst fondling & squeezing my balls, and John occasionally slapping my arse. I was transported to heaven again,

    I wasn’t going to last long, and within about 15 minutes I felt myself exploding into Simon’s mouth, and he was taking it all, then suddenly Tim started shooting his load into my mouth, cum started dipping from my lips as my mouth was filled. Finally it was John’s turn, as he came in my arse for the first time, I could fill his warm cum filling me, and a warm glow came over me, before I dropped to my knees exhausted, and crawled back to the sofa.

    And, that brought to an end I very special party!

  • Busted

    Dad Steps Up

    Somewhere between the slow, deep plunge of his tongue in my mouth, and the thickness of his big finger probing up inside my ass, working me slowly open, rubbing up against the wall of my ass and the tingling mass of my prostate beneath, Dad was getting me very ready for my first real fucking. Yeah, sure, I was nervous, especially when he guided my hand to the big, sticky throb of his cock, thick and curving upright, trickling slick juices from the tip as I stroked it slowly. Fuck, he was huge, or at least it sure felt that way to me. Definitely the biggest cock I’d ever handled, and I know it was just my mind fucking with me, but suddenly it felt twice as long and three times as thick as it had when I’d first touched it last night.

    “Jeez Dad,” Billy said with that awestruck voice of his, as he got up off the blanket and joined us, his smaller hand brushing past mine on Dad’s cock. “You’re so damn big…”

    “Dude, shut up,” I said, feeling that twinge of panic inside of me again. Dad just laughed, mussed our hair, then kissed us in turn.

    “Yeah, I’ve heard that,” Dad chuckled. “But not too big for men like you, I think.”

    Dad’s finger rotated and probed even deeper in me, and already I could feel a second fingertip teasing the rim of my ass.

    “Yeah, I think you’ll be able to handle me just fine, Craiger,” he said. “Got hair on your ass like a man… I think you can take a fucking like a man too, son. What do you say?”

    He locked those big blue eyes of his on mine before slipping me even more tongue, swallowing my moan as that second finger began to press up inside me to join its companion.

    Something about the magic combo of his probing tongue and thrusting, rotating fingers was sure doing the trick, and Billy’s hands spreading my ass open and rubbing up and down my back sure helped. It was a real family affair, to be sure.

    “Could use a little slickness, Billy,” Dad said, and I looked over my shoulder to see Billy, his face alive with eager curiosity, purse his smiling lips and drop a long wad of spit down into my cleft. I shivered at the sight and sensation, even more when he did it again and again.

    “Good man, son,” Dad said, then swept my little bro into his chest to kiss him, guiding Billy’s hand down to the thick, throbbing length of his big dad cock. Billy caught on quick, pushing it down to nudge the tip at my hole, and I tried to focus my breathing, make my body relax, just like all those how-to guides on the internet had been telling me since I was Billy’s age and first really exploring myself.

    Dad ran his big hand up my spine, mussed my hair, then took my shoulder in a firm grip as he pressed, and pushed, and waited for me to relax a little more. We worked like that, Billy’s hands roaming over us both, as I felt the thick, spongy, slick mass of the cock that had blasted me into existence pushing against the tight, pulsing ring of my hole. I thought about how Dad must have looked that night, the night he shot the cum that created me, big and young and farm-strong, plowing his epic breeder’s cock inside Mom. That sent a rush all through me, making my cock throb even harder, and then just like that, I felt the intense pressure of Dad sliding into me finally.

    “Oh fuuuuuuck,” I moaned, and Dad chuckled and playfully cuffed the back of my head.

    “There’s that language we talked about, son,” he grinned, but he kept on pressing, pushing, past the point Carter Dean had managed our first fumbling time, finding new depths inside of me to fill with thick, hard Daddy dick.

    I was surprised to find that it didn’t really hurt. Yeah, it wasn’t super-comfortable at first, the pressure building inside of me, but fuck, I could really take him, and I felt my chest expand with pride at that. Expanding like my hole apparently was, as it opened up to let Dad in, wrapping tight around him and squeezing him, making him grunt and push, until I felt the intense heat of his sweaty, furry torso near the skin of my back. Dad slipped those thick arms of his around my torso, pulling my shoulders up and back against his chest, and then with a final thrust, he was fully embedded in me. We both moaned, Billy gasped, and the three of us froze in place for a minute, adjusting to this fucking amazing new reality between us.

    “Jeez Dad, you’re all the way in him!” Billy said, and then Dad chuckled, kissed the side of my neck, and set to work fucking me.

    I guess he could have just fucked me into the blanket, down into the hay bales under that, through the floorboards of the loft, all the way down into the ground if he wanted to. He had the power and strength to fuck me like a rag doll. But that wasn’t how Dad was. Yeah, he was big, quiet, tough, but he cared, too. I could tell he wanted to make this good for me, good for all of us, and shit, he was doing a bang-up job of that. He murmured a low, steady stream of encouraging, sexy words in my ear as he built up his rhythm, hitting new, different spots all up in me with each solid fuckstroke, telling me how tight and hot and sweet my ass felt, what a fine fuck I was, how proud I was making him. How much of a man I was being for him.

    Yeah, I pretty much fell in love with him after all that.

    Dad’s thick, rough fingers worked up and down my lats, exploring the hard muscles of my chest, thumbing, then strumming my stiff nips, as Billy moved in closer to watch, and touch, and kiss our skin, joining me and Dad in our incestuous dance. Slowly, I began to find my own rhythm, starting to fuck myself back on Dad’s epic thickness as my insides started to burn, real good and deep and slow, setting a fire in my groin that slowly tickled its way up into my guts, my chest, my head.

    “Yeah, baby,” Dad said, a new almost-softness to his deep, rumbling voice. “Fuckin’ me back like a man does now, buddy.”

    Billy’s face appeared in front of mine, an amazed, awestruck smile on his face.

    “This is so cool, Craigy!” he murmured, and came in to kiss me. Our tongues danced, slow and sweet, like we liked to do best, and when his hand found the hard throb of my dick between us, I moaned into his mouth, clutched his head in my hands, and really went to town on him.

    “How does he feel, big bro?” he panted when we finally separated. “Does he hurt?”

    “Naw, baby bro,” I grinned. “So fuckin’ big… but so right… you’ll see, Billy… you’ll see…”

    “Yeah you will, kid,” Dad panted from behind. “If you want to… I’d love to show you too, son.”

    “Oh shit,” Billy moaned, his hand falling to his cock in a blur. I laughed, kissed him, batted his hand away from his cock.

    “Save it for Dad, baby bro,” I murmured against his lips, loving his hungry whimper, loving even more the sudden hungry thrust of his tongue back into my mouth. Then he pulled back, stepping around to our side, talking to Dad in a low, husky voice I hadn’t yet heard from him.

    “You gonna cum in him, Dad?” he asked, with a mix of boyish curiosity and manly intensity that had me wanting to get back up into him all over again. “You gonna breed him up?”

    “Yeah, you think I should, Billy boy?” Dad grunted, and then I heard the hungry, grunting, wet smack of their lips and tongues. “Eager to get your turn on Daddy’s cock, huh lil buddy?”

    “Yeah, Daddy, I am,” Billy said, and it was Dad’s turn to let out a lusty moan, before even more of those kissing sounds. He started to fuck me deeper, more intently, and I knew we weren’t coming down from this hayloft until he’d bred both of his boys.

    I started fucking Dad back, letting my hips find that instinctive rhythm, and fuck yeah, he was pushing all of my buttons, all the way up inside of me. My cock was back to full hardness, slow-dripping on the blanket under me, and already, even though it hadn’t been all that long, I could feel the slow-building tingle in my groin. If Dad kept it up… kept hitting that spot inside me… oh yeah, fuck, that spot… if he shot that thick, hot cum of his inside my ass, up deep in my guts, that strong man’s cum he’d made me with… ohshitfuckdamn, I was gonna nut, real soon, real hard.

    “Dad, c’mon, I’m gonna cum,” I panted. “Fuck it out of me, Dad… fuck me off… fuck the nut out of me…”

    “Yeah,” Billy said. “Make him cum, Daddy.”

    “Fuck yeah,” Dad growled. “Then I’m gonna make you cum again, lil buddy. Fuck your big brother off, then it’ll be your turn, baby…”

    All that punctuated with the slap of his hips against my ass, his big paws holding my hips tight, both of us grunting and sweating, Billy taking turns kissing us both, all three of us totally lost in this. I guess this was how it was for Dad and his brothers back in the day, and man, I wished I’d been alive to see that…

    “Cum, Craiger,” Dad’s voice said in my ear, all of a sudden, deep and husky and in heat. “Show me that load. Show me how you’re gonna shoot the cum that makes your sons someday, buddy.”

    Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” I halfway-wailed, and then I was blasting off, all over the blanket and Billy’s muscular young thigh as he kneeled beside me, watching with a huge grin, his hand playing with my sweaty pec, murmuring his own encouraging words.

    “God… damn!” Dad growled, and I felt his fingers sinking into my flesh, his hips slamming hard as he planted the full length of his sonmaker up inside of me, then the shake and shiver of his body as he huffed out deep, hoarse breaths and unloaded his seed in me.

    I swear my ass didn’t want to let him go, but eventually he pulled out with a pop that made Billy laugh, and then the three of us were chuckling, as Dad flopped his big, sweaty body down on the blanket by me, pulling Billy and me close to him and his hairy, heaving chest. His cock lay half-soft on the solid swell of his belly, still trickling his seed into the sweat-matted hair there, as he took turns slow-kissing us. Already, Billy was hunching his hips, pushing his hard teen cock into the bigness of Dad’s brawny thigh.

    “Easy there, hoss,” Dad chuckled, kissing him and swatting his hard young ass. “Gonna need a minute or three before the next round. Why don’t you go down to the truck, get us some of those water bottles out of the back?”

    Billy was up and heading for the ladder down in a flash, his dick arced up comically from his lithe, muscled young body. Me, I was reaching down under my balls, to my newly furry taint, tentatively feeling the slick, cum-glazed skin, the slow trickle of Dad’s potent seed from my retightening hole. I brought my fingers up, a little stunned at the sight of it – even more stunned when Dad leaned over and sucked my fingers clean, eyes on me, before kissing me slow and deep and sensual.

    “One day, son,” he said when our lips parted. “If the farm’s still here, of course… one day I hope you bring your own boys up here. Teach ‘em. Always wished my Daddy had, even with all the fun me and my brothers had. Nothin’ like being with your own flesh and blood, son – and especially your old man, am I right?”

    “Hell yeah you are, Dad,” I grinned. “Nothin’ like it,” and we kissed some more.

    “Nothin’ like what?” Billy said almost anxiously, like he was missing out, as his head and shoulders appeared at the top of the ladder, clambering up with a six-pack of bottled water under one arm.

    “Get your fine young ass over here and see, lil buddy,” Dad chuckled, patting the blanket beside him. “’Bout your turn to find out, I reckon.”

    We both laughed at the boyish eagerness on Billy’s handsome face as he practically leaped through the air and onto the blanket. Then our laughter turned into moans, and words, and noises, as my little brother got his turn to experience this awesome family legacy of ours, and I got my turn to watch.

    The End

    (Copyright A4F Tales 2021)


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  • A Caring Dad

    – dedicated to those who so kindly express interest in my stories here –

    My friend Youngman, his Grad School stipend having run out before he could complete his master’s degree, asked me for help.

    “I can be flexible about the hours. Thesis work can be done around anything that pays well.”

    I’ll back up. While engaged in my doctorate, we had met under pleasantly sexual circumstances. Now, out in the world and a man of some connections, I thought immediately of Youngman’s good looks, joviality, naturally nice body, and versatility in the sack.

    Light bulb illuminated my mind. “Have you thought about providing personal services? Pay’s said to be excellent for blowjobs well given and butts well fucked.”

    He sniggered, “You mean professional sex – oral? – anal?”

    I let silence answer for me.

    “You do, you fox! What, me date some non-hygienic, old trolls, florid-faced has-beens, quadriplegics – or, or fat blobs?” he petered out. “Anyway, I wouldn’t know how to get started.”

    Friend that I am (and dependable), I telephoned another friend, Ryan, who had been in the business years back and got a few friendly pointers to pass along.

    Youngman was off on his new part-time career   .

    Among my first referrals to him was a gay man older than I. The guy and I had enjoyed drinks together – vodka and tonic for him, sloe gin fizz for me. Talked openly about sex. That led to his mention that, as a single parent, he was concerned about his teenage son, Junior.

    “He’s a nice, if somewhat gawky, fourteen-year-old who wants to top a guy. You know, to show he’s manly. It’s okay by me but I don’t want him messing around at his age, catching some disease or having a bad experience. You know what I mean.”

     At this point, I’ll let Youngman take over. It’s his story after all, don’t you know?

    “Thanks. I’ll relate it like it was, no fooling.

    “In my first months of freelancing, the most fun came from the visitation of a skinny fourteen-year-old, possessor of a fairly long, skinny dick and small balls that hung low. Thanks to you, the kid’s dad paid up front for my service.”

    “Junior’s desperate to fuck a guy, so you give him a good time, y’hear?”

    Youngman interrupted himself, “Wait. This is kind of embarrassing. You tell it. You won’t be phased by admitting to what I submitted myself to. You write stories all the damn time.”

    Yeah, like that was a qualification. Ahem! I’ve cleared my throat. I’ll write the tale.

    Here it comes.

    When, after a couple of enhanced beers and both were stripped bare, Youngman raised his legs in invitation, Junior squared his shoulders, studied the potential before him – Youngman’s uplifted bottom – and moved to mount him.

    The effort at bravado charmed Youngman. I’ll play him a little.

    Junior evidently envisioned himself as a prongster supreme, the way he jabbed at Youngman’s closed door and demanded his right to passage. “Dad gave you the money. Plenty. I saw him. So gimme what’s mine.”

    He twisted about and rammed, angry.

    Youngman, wishing to avoid being bruised, deemed the time propitious to activate his open-door policy. “You’re such a man, Junior, I can resist you not a second more,” Youngman provocatively moaned what passed for desire.

    Junior banged in and came like the teen he was. Startled at the brevity, he looked down at himself, realized he had lost no more than his first load, and resumed.

    I got lots more. 

     A good ride proceeded, that is, until a few subtle maneuvers by Youngman spiked Junior’s adrenaline flow. Ramped him up. Wildness pulsed through him like a strobe. He spurted with the force of thumps on a bass drum.

    Boom, boom, boom, boom, boooom.

    Squirt, squirt, squirt, squiiirt.

    Ragged breathing.

    Heart a-pound, Junior retracted himself, proud of his penis, his pelvic strength, and his Dad’s smile.

    “Gee, did I turn you on?” he asked, eyes wide. Admiration, perhaps.

    What loomed in Pappa’s pants caught Youngman’s eye, too.

    “No freebies, sir.”

    “I paid for an hour.”

    “You did, for me to spend with Junior. But now he’s spent. No refunds.”

    Papa glanced at his watch. “Okay Junior, it’s up to you. Time’s yours. Fuck him again.”

    “I shot two wads already.” Suddenly, the kid sounded plaintive, defensive.

    “Get over my lap.”

    “Aw, Papa, c’mon, not in front of him,” he pointed at Youngman.

    A smart snap of Papa’s finger and naked Junior sprawled face-down across the straining lap.

    “Spit on my finger. Gonna prod your prostate.”

    Junior spat, flinched and sighed and gasped.

    Papa’s other hand had Junior’s balls from below.

    “See? You’re hard again, son. This Papa knows how to play you.”

    Junior leapt at Youngman’s junction, skidded in, and began skiddishly to gyrate – adolescent enthusiasm restoked.

    In and out he worked, working up more sweat than producing the desired squirts.

    Papa’s watchful eye gleamed before it informed his mid-part, steadfast as before. Off went his clothes. Cock at full mast, it was noted, longer and fatter than Junior’s junior model.

    You’d think, he thought, my boy’d have a better idea about fucking by now. 

    Junior was packing it in as fast as he could, frantic to get off one more time.

    Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

    But no big boooooomsquirt.

    Tricky Youngman had relaxed completely inside. Devil!

    Papa wanted to smack Junior, but a better idea sank from his brain to his cock. His mouth dropped a wad of its spit. It hit its plum-shaped, purple-pink target.  He rubbed it around, and approached Junior from behind.

    Papa’s approach, viewed over Junior’s shoulder, gave Youngman cause to try to close his back door. He squeezed with professional strength.

    Junior’s eyes sprang wide. “There you go!” he almost yelled.

    But Papa, at that moment, skewered his unsuspecting son, who did more than yell. He whooped or screamed or – it was hard to tell, so loud was the noise. Papa’s penis pushed the boy’s prostate flatter than an unrisen pancake, driving out the last drop of whatever remained as well as Junior’s breath.

    Youngman felt the squirt not at all. He did feel Junior’s cock jolt against the end wall of his rectum. His “Go for it!” bounded off Junior’s ear and went directly to Papa, who lit into the sonly fundament like a pachyderm at a waterhole.

    On the receiving end of Junior’s skinny inches being pounded forward by his Papa’s mighty thrusts, Youngman quaked. Were sparklers going off?  Despite being flooded earlier, his innards became a sizzling, crackling, raging forest fire. As he gasped, he noticed the whites of Junior’s eyes, which had rolled up under their lids. The kid’s head was rising and falling – in time to the larger fuck.

    Once properly positioned, Papa settled into a ponderous pattern like waves heavy at sea. Shifting weight to catch every contour of the passage he knew so well, he cruised, then plowed tugboat-style to ride the crests and troughs of his passion for Junior.

    Desire billowed as a storm does, gathering forces with each jarring impact. His pubes rebounded from Junior’s resilient globes, crashed into them and withdrew to send another salvo – before all restraint collapsed and he exploded, his undammed balls releasing every fluid they had to offer.

    Breathless and flushed after taxing his last reserves, Papa slacked off, kissed Junior everywhere he could – and did not know what to do. Exhaustion fogged his mind. He managed to stand.

    Junior may not have been able to move or speak, but Youngman did. “Look, fellows, right on time!” he announced, his voice bright. “Gotta hand it to you. Yours was a superior use of my service. I’ll be happy to book a return.”

    He gave Junior a smooch. “Up and out, young man. Say! Look at your dick. I think it’s grown,” he tried to joke, “being in my most fertile spot for so long.”

    Junior’s deep breath accepted the compliment. He turned, big brown eyes shining with appreciation, to say, “Papa, I love you more than ever.”

    Youngman watched as the two dressed. When Papa told Junior, “I was happy to grant your wish, son, and to help you reach your biggest climax,” Youngman beamed inwardly, smiled outwardly, and wished them much happiness.

    “You related my story beautifully,” Youngman told me after reading it. “That I got well-remunerated is there, and you worked in how I helped improve the father/son relationship, but not what you got for setting us up. You should tell the readers. Go on, don’t be shy.”

    Roses. Two dozen, peach-colored, in a crystal vase.

    And a note: Thanks, old friend. Junior knows all about you now. He wants to show you his gratitude. Give us a call.


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  • Airport Fuck

    This takes place when I was in my upper 20’s. I used to travel for work very often, and because our company headquarters were located in Bloomington, MN, I’d fly into Minneapolis often. On one of the first of these trips, after landing, I had to take a leak in the worst way. I made a mad dash to the restroom before heading to baggage claim. 

    Like I said, at the time, I was in my upper 20’s. 6’, 170, thick brown hair, slender build, not bad looking, I’d turned some heads in my day, and that day was one of them. I ran to the urinal and started to take a leak, and standing 2 stalls down from me was a man in pilot uniform. He was towering over me, and he kept looking over to his left in my direction, and I thought I saw him stroking. I gained the courage to look over to him and he winked. Then he moved over to the stall next to me, and I saw his big thick angry dick. It was over 9”c, and beer can thick. I was still in the middle of pissing, but I licked my lips.

    He whispered to me “you like that big dick?”. I shook my head “yes”. Then he asked, “you want it?”, and I said, “yes”. Then he said, “follow me”. He zipped up, washed his hands, and walked out. I finished pissing, shook my cock, washed my hands in a hurry, and he was just outside the exit waiting for me. I walked over to him and he said in a low voice, “walk behind me”. I got a good look at him, he was in his 40’s I’d say, a good 6’6”, prob 190-200#, close cropped black hair, blue eyes, clean shaven. He exuded MAN. I was smitten!!

    We walked towards a set of elevators, and when we got inside and we were alone, he said “I’m gonna fuck your so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week”! That took me off-guard, but I said nothing because I was so nervous!The elevator stopped and we got off. He walked out first and I followed a few steps behind.

    He walked over to a door and punched in a code and the door propped open. He said, “get in here, boy”. I walked in and he locked the door behind us. We were in an office. Probably his office. I then noticed a wedding ring on his finger, and family pictures on the cabinet behind him. Oh fuck I thought, married dick! I was excited!

    He took off his jacket and threw it over one of the 2 chairs in front of his desk. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, no undershirt, and his dark hairy chest appeared. Then he undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, and dropped his pants. Poking out of his boxers was that boned up cock! He was still raging hard since the urinal! I needed direction, I was nervous. He said, “on your knees, boy”. And I kneeled in front of him, and he pressed his hard cock up to my lips and I opened my mouth. He pushed inside. And pressed my head into his crotch, filling my face with dick. His unshaved balls tickled my chin, his thick black pubes in my nose. Ohhh fuck, so hot! He began to fuck my mouth taking full control. 

    I reached up to run my hands through that thick chest hair and my fingers tweaked and squeezed his nipples. At that time, I was really discovering just how much of a submissive bottom I am, and I was exploring and hungry. After several minutes of being his cocksucker, he pulled out of my mouth and walked over to his desk. He swiped everything off the desk, and said, “take off those pants, boy”. I stepped out of them, and I walked over to him, he bent me over the desk and tore my jockey briefs in half so my ass was exposed. He began to smack it, then he shoved his fingers in my face and I licked them and wet them. He then shoved 2 fingers up my ass, and eventually a third. 

    He slapped my ass again, spit into my hole, and then popped that big boner inside me. My hole wasn’t well-lubed by any means, but i wasn’t in a position to change that. He preceded to give me one of the hottest fucks of my lifetime. It was carnal, it was deep, it was hard. And when he bred my hole, he panted, “take my babies, boy”! I looked ahead and saw the pic of of his kids, 3 I think, and thought, the seed up my ass is the same seed that created these children. It was virile man-seed! 

    When he finished, he pulled out, tucked his cock into his boxers, and started to button up his shirt. He said, “you better get out of here, boy”. I quickly put my clothes back on. I kept the ripped underwear on. I walked back to the elevator with a clenched ass, and when I got down to baggage claim, my name was being called overhead. I hadn’t claimed my bag and they were looking for me!

    As you can imagine, that began frequent trips to that particular restroom when I visited there over a 4 year period. I did meet a local, Dale, who was in his mid to upper 30’s, and a professor at a university. He was hot, and very hung! Uncut cock. We played at least 12-15 times over these years, and we had a few sleepovers. I’d wake up with a sore ass, and filled up with many loads of cum. Good times, and I miss them!


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  • Gay gangbang with twinks, DP and fisting

    Time for another gay gangbang with a couple of twinks, more double anal and first time fisting fun.

    In my last adventure I had the pleasure of Tim and John, the gay landlords of the local pub, double fucking me, whilst Simon, my first bi-lover, throat fucked me, and it was the most amazing and special experience for me. But, it turned-out not just for me, the other three also seriously enjoyed themselves, and it was decided we would have another party in a few weeks time.

    A couple of weeks later, I am having a quick pint in the pub when Tim comes over and joins me, and asked if I remembered their friend Guy, who had visited them for a weekend a couple of months ago. I did indeed, he was a seriously hot twink, late teens, slim and shaven head that for some reason I found very sexy. Anyway, it turned out that Guy and a friend, who Tim assured me was equally as hot, were visiting again in two weeks, Tim had hold Guy about the fun that he and John had been having with me, and it turned-out Guy remembered me and thought I was hot, and had told Tim he fantasied about me fucking him!

    Well, that had me getting hard at the thought of it, Tim continued, that Guy and his friend were both bottoms and into group sex, and wondered if Simon and I fancied joining the four of them on the Saturday night, as him and John had arranged cover in the pub, so they could have the evening off. It was a no brainer that I was up for it, and said I would call Simon to see if he was, sadly when I did, he explained he couldn’t make it, oh well, his loss.

    So, it was decided it would just be the five of us, Tim, John and I all versatile, with two hot twink bottoms, Guy and Phil, sounded like a good plan to me!

    It seemed a long two weeks, but finally the night came, and I arrived at 6.00pm, before the pub got too busy, slipped in by the backdoor without being seen, and straight up to the flat, as that door had been left on the latch for me.

    I was introduced to Guy and Phil, Guy was looking as hot as I remembered him, and Tim certainly hadn’t lied about Phil, he was equally as hot – petite, slim, mop of blonde hair, stunning blue eyes, and looked younger than his 17 years, mind you Guy looked younger than his 18 years too. They were both wearing tight blue jeans and tight white t-shirts, that showed off the swimmer style profiles, I couldn’t believe my luck. Bearing in mind, at the time, I was in my early 30s, whilst Tim and John were both in their mid-40s, and here we were about to party with two absolutely stunning teenage lads.

    John put some porn on the TV, a good choice, 2 twinks being gangbanged by 4 older guys, Tim poured drinks, I rolled-up a spliff, and we chilled for a while, getting to know each other. Guy and Phil seemed to really enjoy being told what us three, plus Simon, had got up to at our previous party, particularly the fact that Tim and John had double fucked me, and both the boys agreed that would love to see that.

    It was decided to strip down to our pants, ready for the action to began, I was in my normal tight white briefs, which I knew Tim and John liked so much, and was a little surprised that all the others were wearing very similar briefs. I am sitting in the middle of the 2 twinks on one sofa, whilst Tim and John were together on the 2-seater sofa.

    Guy made the first move, as his hand landed on my bulge, I turned to look him in his eyes, and soon we were kissing, and fondling each other, Then I felt Phil’s hand join Guy’s, teasing my balls, and I turned towards him and we kissed, as my hand went to his bulge.

    John pipes up, “I think it’s time you boys stripped those briefs off Mark, and see what he has for you both”, the 2 boys each took hold of my briefs, and I lifted by arse off the sofa, so they could slide them off me. Before I knew it, Guy was between by legs licking and sucking on my balls, and Phil lent over and started to work on my 7 inch cock, and every so often they swapped position. I looked over at Tim and John, both smiled and winked at me, they seemed to be enjoying the show, whilst just fondling each other.

    I was struggling with the attention these 2 boys were giving me, and I certainly didn’t want to cum too early, so I said, ‘right lads, it’s my turn now, you 2 stand-up, pull off those briefs and show me what you got’. I was pleased they were both hairless, and I knelt in front of them, taking both their hard 6 inches into my hands, and took in turn taking each into my mouth. Tim handed me some poppers, I took a couple of hits, and then took turns taking both the boys deep into my throat.

    Meanwhile, Tim crawled between my legs and started sucking on my cock, I was wondering where John was, but I didn’t need to wonder for long, as I felt him behind me, so I adjusted myself slightly, lifting my arse up a bit in the hope he was about to take it.

    Before I even had time to compute the whole horny situation, I found myself impaled on John’s 8 inches, him sitting on the floor with his legs either side of me, Tim on his knees sucking on my cock, and the boys in front of me, taking turns throat fucking me. Guy says he’s about to cum, and Phil said he was close too, they both took hold of their tools and started wanking themselves right in front of my face. I am bouncing up and down on John, and Tim was struggling with sucking me at the same time.

    Guy suddenly shot his first load into my open mouth and over my face, and Phil started to do the same within seconds of Guy starting, load after load from the boys filled my mouth, splattered on my face, and dripped down onto Tim’s head. The boys backed away slightly, John lifted me into a standing position and started to give me a serious pounding, with Tim knelt in front of me, now wanking me over his waiting open mouth. It didn’t last long, as I shoot my load over Tim and in his waiting mouth. John pulled out on me, pushed me to my knees, then both him and Tim stood in front of my face and finished themselves off, just like the boys had minutes before.

    Fuck, this was hot, I’ve just taken 4 loads in my mouth and over my face, and I wanted to clean them all up, so the 4 of them lined-up and I took each cock in turn, and licked up the remains of any cum on each of them. I was feeling like a total slut, I hadn’t expected to be the centre of the attention of all four of them, I had assumed it would be the 2 boys that would be the centre of things.

    After I cleaned them all, I am the only one in a right mess, with some of the remains of their loads smeared over my face and in my hair, Tim suggested I go and clean-up, but I was happy to stay exactly the way I was. Drinks were topped up, I rolled-up another spliff, and John sorted out a line of coke for each of us, as we chatted, the boys seemed particularly excited about what had just occurred.

    After about 20 minutes of small take, Tim decided he had a plan for the next part of the evening, and we all agreed it sounded fun, so we all headed off to the bedroom and took up our positions.

    Guy laid on the bed, with his legs over he edge, and a couple of pillow under his arse, to lift it. Phil was on all fours over him, so the two boys were in a 69 position, I stood between Guy’s legs, lifting them, and slowly easing my cock into him, John was on his knees behind Phil doing the same to him, and Tim was stood behind me, doing the same to me.

    Wow! Simply wow! I felt like I was in a porn movie, and what a scene it would have made, I am watching my cock slide in and out Guy’s arse, whilst watching his cock sliding in and out of Phil’s mouth, whilst he was getting fucked by John, and as I pulling back from Guy, I was sliding back onto Tim’s cock! Five guys all working together as one amazing fucking machine, with endless moaning and groaning, if only we could keep this up forever!

    Suddenly Guy was cumming in Phil’s mouth, which in turn set him off into Guy’s mouth, these boys just couldn’t last as long as us guys, bless them! We all broke up, Tim told the boys to knee on the floor, then the 3 of us took up position in front of them, wanking ourselves to the finishing line, and shooting into their waiting mouths and over their faces, three loads of cum showering down on them, what a picture that was!

    The boys each sucked both Tim and John clean, before both coming together to clean me up, then went to work licking each other’s faces clean, fuck me, that was so hot.

    This time we all decided to clean up properly, and took turns having a quick shower, drying ourselves off, and slipping our briefs back on, as we needed a decent break to recover, before the next session.

    Back to the drinks, spliffs, coke and horny small talk, which slowly worked around to planning what we were going to do next, and lucky for me, I was going to be the centre of attention once again, as both the boys wanted to see me double fucked!

    John decided he would call the shots this time, and decided the boys needed a decent view of the action, so he would lay on the bed, I would sit on his nice thick 8 inches, then lay back on top of him. Tim would stand between John’s and my legs and ease his cock into join John’s, and the boys would be laying either side of me, working their mouths on my cock and getting a nice close up view of 2 cocks fucking their way in and out of me.

    And, so we took up positions in the bedroom, I was soon impaled on John’s weapon, and laid back, as he reached around me, to play with my nipples. Tim worked a finger in along side John’s cock, then a second, and finally a third finger, so he stretched me enough to be able to work his own cock in. The boys were knelt either side of me, with their eyes transfixed on watching my hole being worked on, whilst both were slowly wanking their cocks.

    Suddenly Tim removed his three fingers, and they were soon replaced with his cock easily sliding in next to John’s, the boys were getting very excited, with shrieks of ‘fuck,yeah’, ‘Jesus, that’s fucking crazy’, ‘go on bang the fuck out of him’, and the likes. The guys were doing a great job, as one cock worked its way in, the other was pulling out, working as pistons, the boys were taking turns fondling my balls or sucking on my cock, both watching with their eyes almost popping out.

    Now, what was that I said earlier out these boys not lasting long, compared with us guys? Well, this time it was me first to shot my load, suddenly, with no warning, I was shooting loads into the air, I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard before in my life. My cum sprayed down on the boys, and they both quickly moved in to get whatever the could into their mouths, as both their tongues were lapping up my cum.

    Tim asked if I had enough, no I fucking hadn’t, and told them both to carry right on fucking me! Next thing I knew the two boys were knelt either side of my head, wanking themselves to completion, and in no time, shots of their tasty juices were raining down on my face and filling my mouth again.

    As the boys were shooting their loads over me, Tim screamed, ‘I am cumming’, and John, ‘me too’, and both their warm loads started to fill my arse, and I almost blacked out in poor ecstasy!

    Tim pulled out first, John rolled me to his side, and removed himself from me, before rolling me the other way, back onto my back. Then something I wasn’t expecting happened, Tim appeared with a massive 4 sectioned butt plug, the first three section went into me easily, and he slowly started to work in the 4th, as John took hold of my cock and with his mouth and hands worked it back to attention.

    I screamed to Tim to stop, as it was getting painful, but he just smiled and said, ‘it’s almost there, baby’, and with that John passed me some poppers, so I took a couple of hits, and that relaxed me enough for the final section of the butt plug to be driven home.

    There I was, totally knackered, with a fucking giant butt plug up my my arse, as John put a tight cock-ring around my cock and balls, saying, “that will help to keep you nice and hard for now’, before turning to the boys and asking them if they had enjoyed seeing me double fucked, they had, of course.

    Then to my shock, Tim pipes up, ‘fancy watching me fisting Mark?’, and just before I had a chance to object, they both replied ‘yes’ rather too excitedly for my comfort! I finally found the words, and out they came, ‘there’s no fucking way you are going to fist me, that’s a step too far, that’ll hurt like hell!’ All fucking four of them just cracked-up, laughing their tits off, I was far from impressed!

    I tried to sit up, John said, ‘boys, grab his arms and hold him down’, and then he sat on my chest, wanking his cock towards my face, I am totally pinned down and starting to get scared by the situation I found myself in.

    Then I heard Tim say, ‘Mark, don’t worry baby, it’ll not hurt, you are now sketched wide enough with that butt plug, that I’ll be able to work my fist in without hurting you in any way, you must be interested, surely, considering that cock of yours is staying firmly hard.’ John and both the boys started to egg me on, saying how hot it would be.

    My mind is racing, he was certainly right that my cock was rock hard, and I was thinking about how turned-on I would get when watching fisting porn, and wondering what it would feel like with a fist in me. Without thinking I said, ‘OK, you bastards, I’ll give it a go, on condition that if I say stop, you fucking stop, right?’

    ‘Of course I will, baby, I am not going to force you to do anything you don’t want, and I am certainly not going to hurt you in anyway, I promise’, says Tim.

    ‘OK then, let’s go for it, but you better be gentle!’ There was whoops of joys from the two boys, and they busied themselves making me comfortable, putting pillows under my head, to lift me enough to see what was going on, then each took hold of one of my legs to hold them apart, whilst Tim slipped on a rubber glove and lubed it up, with John stood next to the kneeling Tim, to get a good view, as the boys would also have.

    I am looking at the scene, me on my back at the edge of the bed, Tim knelt between my legs preparing to fist me, the boys knelt either side of me holding my legs apart, and John stood there slowly wanking his cock, and couldn’t believe I was about to be used in a such a way for their entertainment! Oh, well, in for a penny, in for a pound!

    John lends over with the poppers, and this time I took four massive hits, and started to totally float out, as the butt plug was pulled out of me, and was replaced by Tim’s hand, there was a bit of resistance, but not much, the butt plug had done a good job, and the poppers made me totally relaxed. I felt the widest part of his hand at my sphincter, which didn’t seem to be offering much resistance, then suddenly his knuckles broke through, I was trembling, as his whole hand fully entered my arse, and I shouted out, ‘fucking hell, that’s fucking amazing, man’, much to the amusement of the boys, who were giggling away.

    He kept his hand still for a few minutes, as I adjusted to being so filled, it was fucking amazing, looking down and seeing this arm disappearing inside me, and wearing me like a glove! I was handed the poppers again, and afters a few deep hits, Tim started slowly turning his fist around inside me, before starting to push deeper, before pulling back a little, and I started groaning with pleasure.

    As Tim started fucking me with his fist, John took hold of my cock and started to slowly wank it, the boys were getting very excited, wanking themselves whilst their eyes were glued to the scene in front of them.

    Tim started moving this fist a bit faster, I was literally being fucked by a fist, for fucks sake, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and the feeling was absolutely amazing. The poppers appeared in front of me again, and as I took more hits, Tim pulled his fist right out of me, before plunging it back in, which he repeated several times.

    I heard John say, ‘is he ready?’, and Tim replied, ‘as ready as he will ever be.’ My eyes almost popped out completely, as Tim’s fist disappeared back in me and John moved in, standing between Tim and me, with Tim’s arm between his legs, and slipped his cock in alongside Tim’s wrist!

    ‘Wank me, Tim’, cried out John, and I could feel Tim take hold of John’s cock INSIDE me, and starting to wank it, whilst John slowly wanked me, this was fucking nuts!

    I didn’t last long, I erupted, shooting even harder than I had earlier, which set John off, and I felt his warm juices filling my arse, whilst both the boys were yelling encouragement and wanking themselves like no one’s business, both of them erupting over me, spunk flying everywhere, landing all over my torso and face, at which point I literally passed out for a minute or so, from pure ecstasy and exhaustion.

    I came round feeling very empty, as both fist and cock had been pulled out of me, and the boys were licking up all the cum from my torso, and I heard Tim say, ‘open wide’, and as I did he filled my mouth with his cum, I swallowed, and that was me done for the night!

  • The Wall

    My name is Evelyn. A rather apt name might I say because Evelyn is one of those bi-gender names that can be either male or female. I am not sure that the term bi-gender exists, but I have made it so. My mother had a love affair with the writing of Evelyn Waugh before I was born, a male writer, and decided that I would share his name. In retrospect, she was rather astute, because I am quite effeminate. Standing five-foot-six-inches-tall and weighing one hundred and ten pounds, I usually bought my clothing from lady’s stores, because I just couldn’t stand being shown to the fuckin’ kiddies’ department, due to my size. I did not dress as a woman per se, well at least not outdoors, but in my home, I loved being a girl.

    When friends and I got together we adored showing off our latest ensembles. I had never considered a transgender operation because that was simply too hectic for me. I was very happy with my penis and would simply hate it getting removed from my body. In the workplace, nevertheless, I always toned things down as much as possible. After work, well that’s was a whole different story and I never wore make-up to the office. It often crossed my mind that maybe I should show the girls at the company how makeup could get properly applied.

    Fortunately, I only worked half days and being extremely gifted mathematically, I was allowed to do so by my employers. What I did in an hour at the office, took the morons at work, two days to complete.

    At one p.m. each day, I was, therefore, able to escape to my fabulous home. The apartment I owned was a tribute to great taste. It was simply stunning! After lunch each afternoon my metamorphosis began, and within an hour I looked gorgeous. I loved my life and wouldn’t have it any other way. I have to admit that my sex-life was not exactly exemplary, but from time to time I did have the odd encounter. Inhabiting my own space, however, and on my own terms, made up for the lack of sexual activity. Being beholden to some domineering idiot simply didn’t enthuse me.

    Well enough about me, now let’s get on with my story:

    Across the road from my apartment, a new building was getting constructed. After a few months, the edifice was finally complete, and all that was left to do was the erection of the wall in front of the complex. On my way home on the first day after the wall was getting built, I observed two bricklayers eating during their lunch break. One was tall and lanky and the other, short and squat. As I passed by them, they made lewd comments about me.

    Being well seasoned in that department, I normally allowed that sort of shit to go over my head. For some or other reason, however, they annoyed me and halfway across the road to my apartment, I turned back to confront them.

    Walking back to where they were sitting, I uttered, “If your cocks are as big as your mouths, you can come to my apartment across the road and show me what you are made of. Oh, and just in case you have the guts to do so, my unit is number twenty-one.”

    Swishing around, I minced across the road and triumphantly entered my apartment block.

    I saw neither hide, nor hair of them, that afternoon. It was a silly retort quite honestly, but they seriously got up my nose. As I passed them the following day their heckling was a little less irritating. A short while later, as I was preparing my salad for lunch there was a knock at my door. Upon opening the door, ‘Tall & Lanky’ stood in my doorway. I was somewhat taken aback but asked what I could do for him.

    Smiling, he told me that he had come to show me what he was made of. Aghast, I just stood there with my mouth hanging open.

    “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” he replied.

    Duane, (the oaf’s name, as I would later learn), was rather good-looking. He was a scruffy blue-collar individual, but handsome in a rough way. After he closed my front door behind him he moved toward me.

    When I began slinking backward, he asked, “So where’s the bedroom, pretty-boy?”

    Still speechless and completely gob-smacked, I pointed toward my room.

    Taking me by my arm he unceremoniously frogmarched me in that direction and closed the door as we entered. He then removed his trainers and socks, before unbuttoning his overall. Once his overall got removed, he kicked the garment to the side, before finally removing his underpants.

    Duane had a very good physique and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He had scant body hair with a light dusting of fuzz on his chest, and his garden path led to a fairly bushy genital region. This guy was not into trimming! He was, however, into tattoos and had a very impressive array of these all over his body. He also had nothing to cry about in the cock department. His dick was long and had an extremely pronounced right curve. As I stood like a deer caught in the headlights, he approached me.

    After grabbing me, he pushed my head down on the edge of the bed with my right ear on the duvet. With my head caught in the vice-like clamp of his hands, his stiffening cock was shoved towards my mouth. When his knob began its invasion it was rock-hard, as he commenced prodding it further and further into my mouth, before the head of his knob started conquering my throat.

    His actions weren’t manic, just firm. The curve of his cock worked wonderfully and soon he was balls-deep down my throat. Leisurely, he began pushing his dick, to and fro as my mouth and throat adjusted to his entry. Then, pulling his knob out he told me to take a deep breath, before reinserting his cock all the way again. Duane began counting as he firmly held my head. After getting to ten he could sense my need for fresh air. He then pulled his dick out and allowed me fresh air. Shortly, he began his next incursion.

    “Let’s go for fifteen,” I heard him say before the counting again began. At fifteen he repeated his former ritual. The next benchmark now got set at twenty. Then twenty-five followed, after which thirty was demanded.

    Realizing that thirty was my limit, he did not press me any further. After a further two thirties, he pulled my body up and with me seated on the edge of the bed pulled my blouse off. My top was then brusquely tossed to the side. Lifting and hurling me onto the bed, he then pulled my stockings and shoes off, before removing my slacks and panties. Next, after climbing on the bed he pushed me onto my right side, before lifting my left leg and wedging my right thigh between his knees. After gobbing on his right thumb he swiftly stuck it into my hole. Next, he commenced prodding and turning his thumb

    “Now I’m going to show you what I’m made of, pretty-boy!” Duane lustfully growled.  

    After Duane removed his thumb, he clasped his ample foreskin between his thumb and first finger, before inserting it into my hole. With the flap of his foreskin lodged in my hole, he created a sleeve for his dick to comfortably begin sliding into me. His entry wasn’t manic, but firm. After he had impaled me completely, I began to whimper like a bitch in heat. Duane now got into full stride as his hips commenced their grinding.

    I had never seen a man move his hips like Duane. It was like watching a Salsa dance champion in full cry. His hips swayed as he milled his cock into me. The level of pleasure he was giving me was beyond anything I had ever experienced before.

    As he ‘danced,’ he began mumbling, “Yeah, baby, so… Am I man enough for you?”

    I also started intoning, “Yes, and fuck-me,” in harmony with him.

    After a time, he turned me onto my left side and began a prostate massage of epic proportions. The curve of his dick was heaven sent.

    The Salsa King’s prodding became more pronounced as he swayed in a dance of lust. With our horny utterances in full cry, I could no longer hold back. Without ever touching my cock, my dick began spewing cum feverishly. Capturing most of my sperm in his right hand, he then leaned forward and smeared it on my lips and into my mouth.

    With his climax also fast approaching, I begged him to cum in my mouth. After pushing me flat on my back, he scurried up my body on his knees and erupted into my mouth. I swallowed like crazy as a waterfall of spunk flowed out of him.

    Afterward, I contentedly suck on his knob, and also retracted his foreskin to search for any seed I may have missed.

    Afraid of being late for work, he dressed quickly afterward. Before leaving he embraced me at the door and kissed me tenderly.

    After our smooch, he exited instructed me to be naked and ready for him, the following day.

    When he departed, I was in a trans-like state. All my former fantasies had just got flushed down the toilet. I hoped like hell that he would be back the following day, and began praying that the wall would take forever to complete.

    Duane did visit the following day, and for the further week that the wall took to finish. Fortunately, I never had a scene with his squat and ugly partner who, thankfully, was averse to man-love. Goodness knows what ‘Squat’ made of his Duane’s lunchtime visits to my home.

    Truthfully, I didn’t give a shit!

    Long after the conclusion of the job, Duane continued popping in on Saturday mornings when his wife did her shopping. I was always very happy to oblige.


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  • My oral lust turned to anal obsession

    Sitting at home playing with the pc, I found a gay dating site. Reading it sounded like a hookup site, the ads were described as tops, bottom`s and versatile, with subgroups of oral, anal, or groups. I am totally into cum swallowing, I love sampling different loads and comparing them, they all taste good but some are better than others; I am always on the lookout for the best.

    Thinking about it, I decided to put an ad in, a description of my specialty, a pic of a large penis between my lips, and my desire to swallow cum. Satisfied with my efforts, I hit enter. A box came on screen, saying my ad should be approved within 6 hours. In the meantime I checked out the ad`s looking for men wanting oral, finding several that interested me. I put them on a friends list. I could not send requests till my ad was oked.

    The following day I went on-site. I had mail, Like six emails. Wow I thought this is going to be fun. Opening up the letters reading them close they all contained almost the same language, “saw your ad want to give you a load, bla bla bla, replying to them all saying I can` wait to meet you lets set up a date send me when your available, I replied to them all, I set up an alert to my phone for new messages, then looked at porn.

    Later after dark I got a ding notification. Checking it out I had a new message. Opening it was a picture of a black cock, this caught my attention quickly,. I have never sucked a black dick. The letter was to the point, saying he was looking for a blow and go, Perfect I thought, included was a phone number.

    Checking the time, it was about 8:30 pm early enough to call, punching in the number, excited with the thought of a meeting. It rang till It went to voice mail, I left a message, with my number. Then I slumped back into my chair disappointed.
    The phone rang at 6:00 am. a voice I didn`t recognize asked can you be here in an hr.
    “Who is this,” I asked?

    “You left a voice mail last night. I need oral sex now,” the voice replied. Please be at this address in an hr, be clean as I am, Just walk in I will be waiting in my chair, the phone went dead.
    Parking in front of the address, I took a deep breath, got out went up the steps to the front door, turned the knob and walked in. the place was quiet and dark except for a light inside the entranceway. Stepping into the living room, a shadow of a man in a chair, as I got closer I could see he was Indeed colored, with no clothes on and a dick already hard.

    I introduced myself, extended a hand for a handshake. The man introduced himself as Al, handed me a pillow and motioned to the floor. I kneeled in front of him, half excited half worried about the strange reactions, starting to lick his dick head, then his shaft, taking one of his beautiful balls in my mouth I sucked it for a few seconds, his gentle voice told me never mind the preliminaries just suck him dry.

    Back to his cock, licking the head then, working it in my throat, about halfway in the man started moaning and grabbed my head pushing all of his cock, not a huge one but a good 6 inches and thick. As far in as it would go, he worked my head back and forth for a few min then pulled it tight against him as he groaned Yesss , releasing spurt after spurt down my throat, he was deep into my throat and I could feel the cum trickling down, but could not taste a bit of it.

    Releasing my head, I pulled back licking to find any remaining cum, but there was none there to taste. He pulled his cock away and thanked me telling me I should go now.
    Rising up I started for the door, turning toward him and stating if he ever needs to cum to call. He thanked me and told me his name was Al.

    In the car on the way home I felt so unfulfilled, not even a taste of his cum; the whole meeting only took about 5 min.

    Back home, I went online tried the live chat room with no luck. I work from home so I buried myself in my work.

    Three days later the phone awoke me again at about 6 am.
    Hello this is Al could you take my load again, the same place as soon as you can get here.

    Out of bed, I quickly prepared, then to his house, Al met me inside the door again no clothes on and his dick hard, he took my hand and led me to his bedroom. He laid on the bed inviting me to remove my clothes. I was nude in a second, my white skin contrasting nicely with his dark skin, my dick still soft compared to his rock-hard one.

    Crawling on the bed with Al, his head on the pillows my legs on them I started to work his dick before I went all out I asked if he would cum in my mouth not my throat? No answer. He pushed my head onto his dick then, as I sucked him he started stroking my dick. I have been jerked off before by women, but his hand felt silky softly compared to any woman`s hand that I have ever experienced.

    Very soon he started howling and stiffing. Pulling out a little Al released the sweetest load of cum I have ever tasted. Swallowing every drop. I praised the taste and amount he gave me.

    Al laid in bed content, still stroking my now hard and leaking dick. “You really enjoyed that. didn`t you boy?” From the feeling your cock is about to spurt your load.

    Seconds later I came into Al`s hand. Catching all of it he held it to my mouth. Go ahead boy enjoy your own, compare the taste, gasping “Bu, but, I never eat my cum,” His insistence won out, licking his palm I swallowed my own load. Surprised that it was good.

    “Good boy, trying new things often turn out good.” Rolling me over he started rubbing my ass cheeks and circling my hole with his finger.

    “please” I begged “Please don`t fuck me. I am only bi for blow jobs. I don`t even like kissing,”

    Paying no mind to my pleas, he continued teasing my little hole then wetting his finger Al inserted it into me. All I had read was that there was a great deal of pain assorted with penetration, but the finger didn`t hurt, It felt different, almost seductive. Before he was done he had two fingers in me, and my mind was drifting away with the feelings they produced,
    Removing his fingers and looking into my eyes Al stated, “you liked that; it was payment for your blow jobs that I enjoyed as much.”

    “It did feel nice but I am just not into having a dick up my ass!”

    “The more you think about what my fingers felt doing to you The more you will want more,” Al stated matter of factly.

    “Now I need a favor if you have the time. Could you possibly give me a ride to pick up my van? It`s in a garage not far from here.

    Driving to the garage, I learned that Al was gay, from childhood on. he had no desire for women, loved oral sex, loved to fuck a nice ass. He had a partner who passed away a year ago and was just starting to become sexually active again. He mentioned again that he was very attracted to my ass and would love to show me the pleasure he could give me.

    Thanking him for the flattery but telling him not to get his hopes too high. He just smiled and rubbed my leg, then said soon boy you will be knocking on my door.
    Arriving at the garage, with no van in sight, I followed Al to the service desk. A tall black man greeted Al, I was introduced as the white boy who likes to sample cum.

    The man at the counter Leroy was the owner, he informed Al his van was indeed finished, parked in the back ready to go, Al invited me back to see it.

    The van was very nice it was made up as a camper small but functional with a fold-down bed in the back. I praised its look saying that it would be nice for going on a camping trip, Al joked maybe us. I think he was half-serious.

    Al got in started the van but before leaving he told me to keep my phone close, I started walking back to the front when I noticed a huge man watching me, He was a bundle of muscles, and I could not help thinking what his cum would taste like, at the counter I said good-by to Leroy.

    “Wait a min. boy, Al said you were a connoisseur of cum. I would like to donate to your cause If you would like?”

    I thought for a min then having nothing better to do today I replied “OK” Where would you like me to do you?

    Looking around he said “right here will do.” Dropping his pants and shorts he sat in a desk chair, tossing me a cushion to kneel on.

    On my knees staring at his cock. Marveling at its length and lack of thickness, the cock had to be 10 inches but it was no thicker than a hotdog. Teasing the head then running my tongue down the shaft, his balls were hairy, so I decided not to take them in my mouth instead I worked back up the shaft to the head, letting the head slip between my lips I sucked on it creating a tight vacuum.

    Leroy let out a loud growl of pleasure as I worked it head over. Feeling his hand`s stroking my hair, then forcing his cock deeper into my throat, I gagged slightly as the cock intruded into my throat. Keeping calm and breathing through my nose, I soon adjusted to the feeling, my mind pictured the cock reaching my belly, impossible I know, but it felt like that. My head was worked on Leroy`s dick I could feel it rubbing on my throat lining, soon the feeling of a throbbing dick then gobs of cum spurting in my throat.
    Pulling out Leroy asked how his cum tasted?

    ‘Sorry Leroy but you were too far down my throat for me to taste you,” I said in a raspy voice.” his throat fucking must have bruised my vocal cords a bit.

    “Damm I guess I will have to give you another load. I want your opinion on the taste boy!”

    “I would enjoy another load in the future perhaps not penetrating as deep though.”

    Looking around I spotted a pair of eyes watching us. They belonged to Leroy`s mechanic.

    “Hi! are you into this sort of thing?”
    Nodding, he came over and ran his hand through my hair. Leroy surrendered his chair and the mechanic quickly dropped his Jeans and took a seat.

    Noticing he was already hard and not very large about four and a half inches, average thickness, I guided the cock head to my lips, One or two licks and he was very excited, taking him full into my mouth I sucked the cock for about five seconds before being rewarded with a huge deposit of cum, the initial shot fulled my mouth, as he pumped more and more cum into me I tried swallowing it all but some escaped running down my chin.

    The man apologized, “I don`t usually cum that fast, but I have never had a blow job before. I am much better at fucking an ass or pussy. Would you like to see?”

    “Thanks but not now. I am happy to give bj`s but, I haven`t ever been penetrated anally.

    Both of them spoke at once. “You should try it, and we would be glad to help.”

    “Perhaps in the future, If I do I will look you two up.” thanking them I went to my car, dried cum on my chin for all to see.

    Home Checking my email I had notices from the adult site I placed my ad on, clicking on I red my new mails, 3 were just the standard you can blow me any time but no number or substance, the last one had some promise, a nice dick pic the bio was fulled out. Only 18. bi looking for experiences, Male or female, replying and asking a few questions I hit send.
    Going to the fridge I grabbed a soda sat in the living room and let my mind wander. What is up with the last guy`s I blew asking about my ass? Why am I still thinking about Al working his finger in my hole. it did feel good, I could not think of a bad thing about it, and to top it off I was getting hard thinking about the finger in my butt.

    Getting up I went to the shower, soaped up good and brought myself to climax. Quickly, drying off I thought Mabey Al would call me again and he will play with my hole some more.

    2 days later no reply to my email and no call, My throat better and I was getting anxious for some dick to suck. Deciding on visiting an adult book store I cleaned up dressed in sweat`s and started out the door. The phone ringing stopped me. “Hello?”

    “This is Al,” the voice said, be here in an hour, click.

    Yes I thought, as I hung up and headed for the car. Twenty-five min later I was walking into Al`s house. He greeted me at the door again nude.
    I started heading to the bedroom but was guided to the living room. Al sitting down in his chair, the pillow already in place, starting to kneel, disappointment etched in my face.

    What`s wrong boy,” you look like someone took your candy.” “You did come here to suck my dick dry didn`t you?”

    Without replying I started making love to Al`s dick, licking sucking taking it all in then just the head. He didn`t last long treating me to spurts of his wonderful cum juice. I swallowed it all licking my lips when we were finished.

    “You can go now boy,” Al told me. Standing up feeling disappointed, I turned to walk away.

    “Wait boy, come here and sit down. Tell me what’s wrong?” Is it that you want me to play with that cute ass of yours?” You liked the feeling of my fingers exploring your little hole didn`t you?”

    Feeling disgraced and guilty, I whispered “yes, I enjoyed the orgasm I had.”

    “Boy all you have to do is ask. I can make you feel as good or take it farther and make you feel like your in heaven!”

    “Al would you please play with my hole and make me cum?”

    “Sure boy Lose those clothes and let’s go to the bedroom Undressing as I walked my clothes leaving a trail to the bed, Al took me in his arms hugged me, rubbing his cock against mine, then laying me on my back he worked on my nipples. His mouth transforming them into hard pleasure-absorbing items as his hand jerked my cock to attention.

    “Roll Over boy.” yearning for his fingers I quickly laid on my stomach, feeling hands on the cheeks of my ass spreading them I purred with pleasure. His mouth and tongue danced around and into my hole sending shocks of pleasure through me, then I felt lube being applied followed by his finger slipping into me. Al used a lot of lube and kept probing. my ass twitched with excitement. As he probed, he brought me to the edge of orgasm 3 different times, stopping just before I came.

    Panting, gasping “OH, FUCK please let me cum!” Al increased the finger action, “YESS, oh god I`m cumming” I shouted as my cum squirted out onto the bed, tremors jolted through me, My breathing slowed some as the fingers in my ass slowed.

    “Al your cum is delicious, but your hand is magical,” I moaned to him.

    “thanks boy, you ready for me to pluck your cherry now?”

    As great as it felt with the finger in I shook my head no, my body wanted to but my mouth said no.

    “You know where I live, I will be waiting for your knock on the door, you shouldn`t deprive yourself of pleasure boy.

    Laying in the bed totally exhausted, my cum drying on my chest, I only nodded.

    Back in my apartment, I collapsed in a chair, my mind reliving the meeting with Al over and over. Closing my eyes, I imagined his dick entering my ass with me totally surrendering to him. My dick hardened with the thought. Fixing a drink, I went to bed, trying to get my mind and body on the same page.

    The next day was a waste, I couldn`t concentrate on my work, Just on Al`s dick in my ass, I went online in the afternoon looking up how to prepare for anal sex. rushing to the drug store I got what I needed, read the directions and gave myself an enema, Clean inside and out I slipped on a pair of sweats, no underwear and a tee shirt then head out to what I hoped was a very pleasurable get-together.
    Ringing the doorbell, awaiting an answer, my nerves starting to get to me, I rang again and Al opened the door. “Well, hello boy, I wasn`t expecting you, but am happy to see you, please come in.”

    To my surprise sitting in the living room was Al`s friend Leroy. I said hello and looked pleadingly at ‘Al.

    “Our boy here has come knocking. This can only mean he wants to experience the pleasures of anal sex, right boy?”

    “yes Al.”

    “So tell me what you want,” Al told me, smiling at my discomfort.

    Looking at Leroy who was also grinning, I lowered my head and said, “Al would you please fuck me with your big black dick.”

    “Well hell yes boy. You are about to become addicted to black cock in your ass, probably before you were done you will be begging Leroy to do you too.”

    “Let’s see how it goes with you first. I am a virgin you know?”

    “Hell boy after you have your first black cock you will be hooked. You heard the saying once you go black you never go back?” “You will see it`s true, and you will be begging for black dick after this.” “Now, let’s get started. First thing lose the clothing, then come over to me and kiss your new lover.”

    Removing my clothes quickly. Then placing my arms around Al, embracing him as I would have a girL our lips met. A passionate kiss followed. I have blown many men, never had I locked lips with one before. Following Al`s lead we were in the bedroom. I undressed him, caressing his body as his clothing came off.
    On the bed, surprised that both men were fondling me, my nipples were being treated to two pairs of lips that were sucking and pulling my little nipples sending a wave of pleasure through me. This inspired my cock to get hard and twitch. I was rolled over. Al applied lube and worked his fingers into my willing ass. The pleasure was intense, moans from my lips were loud and urgent.

    Satisfied with the preparations, Al stood up, Pulling me on my back to the edge of the bed, telling Leroy he wants to watch my face as he takes my cherry and introduces “his boy” to his new addiction. Leroy was by my head, holding my legs up and spread giving Al access to my hole.
    Moving his cock between my butt cheeks, he rubbed his lubed hard cock head around till it was at my hole. Pushing it against my hole, the cock met with some resistance, a little more lube and a firm push and the head entered me, a little pain but more of a feeling of becoming one with Al’s cock. I wiggled my ass and was rewarded with the cock sliding deeper into me. It continued till I felt balls on my ass cheeks, no pain just a fullness.

    Al spoke first, “Leroy look at this boy`s face, he has the look of a bitch in heat.”

    “You like my dick In you, don`t you boy?” “You want to feel it sliding in and out of you, taking control of you, becoming your master..” “Tell me what you want boy?”

    “Please please fuck my ass hard with your beautiful dick. I want to feel you breeding me your seed filling my ass, I want to be yours please more,” I moaned, my mind shorting out with the feelings Al`s dick was creating. The cock inside me started moving slowly at first withdrawing all the way out then the head plunging in balls deep, brushing my prostate on each stroke. I screamed with pleasure each stroke feeling better than the previous without warning My dick erupted into orgasm, shooting a stream that splashed on my face.

    “that`s it boy enjoy this, the night is young and you will be pleasured beyond belief cumming many times,” Al fucked me harder and quicker, my dick still hard as he pounded my ass. He looked deep into my eyes and told me he was about to breed me, to remember the feeling and embrace it, that this will be the turning point from me being his boy to me being his bitch. Here it comes boy. With that I felt fluid filling my ass OMG that sensation and al`s cock made me explode another load of cum onto my face and chest. The dick inside me was still pumping slow and getting softer.

    Pulling out his cock left me feeling empty and deserted, I craved more of that feeling, But Al had his own Idea.

    My legs were released as al climbed on the bed holding his softling cock to my lips. He told me to taste our bonding on his dick. I Licked it clean. Al asked how the juice tasted that we both made?

    “Great” I replied weakly.

    Al laid next to me rubbing my cum on my nipples stroking my face. “You are my bitch now. When I want you, you will make all haste to give me what I want. If I want to share you with a friend you do it out of loyalty to me no questions, I will treat you good and give you what you crave as I see fit, your days of blowing men, to compare taste are through, I am your master! Do you understand?
    “Yes” I replied weakly.

    “Very good bitch, now as your first duty, you will let my friend Leroy enjoy your talents.’

    I crawled back into the bed. Not knowing what to expect. Leroy joined me offering me his semi-hard cock to lick on. Taking it between my lips and sucking on the head it became hard and its full length in no time. Remembering how it roughed up my throat last time I concentrated on the head, Leroy had other Ideas standing up and moving me so my head hung off the side of the bed. He rammed his cock deep in my throat keeping it there roughly face fucking me for a good 5 min. Pulling out, He positioned me on the Kneeling my shoulders and head flat against the mattress. Wasting no time he shoving the skinny 10-inch dick into my used hole. I let out a gasp as it intruded into the unexplored territory of my rectum. It felt like it was entering my stomach, making it very uncomfortable.

    Not waiting for me to get accustomed to it, Leroy used long strokes. His dick leaving my hole the quickly entering balls deep. It started to feel enjoyable as he pounded away. Another orgasm sprang from my dick. This one seemed to last much longer than the others. My dick was becoming sensitive from all the releases. Between gasps and moans, I begged to be fucked harder, Leroy grabbed my arms. He used them to pull himself deeper yet into me.

    All too soon More seed was filling my ass.

    Al came into the room and sat down next to me, as I lay on the bed totally pleasured from the thrill of being fucked by two men.

    “So my bitch, how are you enjoying our little coming out party we are giving you?”

    “It was wonderful,” I replied in a raspy voice, my throat sore from Leroy`s cock rubbing inside it,
    “Good bitch, so are you ready for the next little surprise?”

    The mechanic from the garage walked in. I learned he was called Bo. He would be the next to use my ass. As he undressed I couldn`t help but admire his body, all muscle no fat, but not gifted in his tool’s size, he was hard already, and I remembered how quick he came when I blew him, so I thought this would be quick.
    Bo laid on his back his cock pointing to the ceiling. I knew he wanted me to mount him and straddled his body, Bo stopped me turned me around so I was facing his feet, lifting me then lowering me onto his cock, grasping my hips he worked me up and down on his cock, forcing me forward at times then pulling me back other times. as this kept up my dick again spurted out more cum, I pounded my ass on his dick till I could hardly move.
    Bo lifted me off his cock laying me on my side. Getting behind me he raised my one leg and buried his dick in my hole. The man fucked me steady for a good hour, in this position, I came again and my dick stayed hard, finally Bo started to hurry his strokes his dick throbbing then I felt the now-familiar flow of cum in my ass filling me even fuller cum leaking out of my hole and coating my ass cheeks.
    Removing his dick from me he got up, thanked me for the great fuck, dressed and left. I laid there thinking how wonderful the night had been sad that It was ending.

    Al came in without saying a word, rolled me on my stomach and started fucking me hard again, and I could only moan as he had his way with me again.
    the fucking went on for hrs. Al, Leroy, and Bo took turns riding me. Cum almost flowing out of my hole, covering my ass and the bed. Everything was a blur. I lost track of how many times I was fucked or how many times I came.

    Hours later the fucking stopped. Al covered me with a blanket and fell asleep on the cum covered bed.
    Waking up In the morning, dried cum all over my body, My ass sore, I remembered last night, laying in the bed remembering the pleasure I experienced my dick went hard, Al came in sat on the edge of the bed running his hand softly through my hair, He asked if I remembered and enjoyed last night?
    “OMG Al, you were so right, why I waited this long to be fucked in the ass is bewildering, I loved every movement, of every dick, that entered me last night, but your`s was special. I feel like you gave me something I never knew existed. I am indebted to you.”

    “Yes you are my little bitch! as I told you the first time we met you would be begging for my dick, and after you got it you would want more and more.”

    Reaching to his thigh, I started caressing him searching for that cock that gave me so much pleasure.

    “Shit bitch you want more after last night?” “You really did turn into a cock whore. Let`s get you in the shower and cleaned up then we will talk about your future while you are riding my cock.”

    We showered together. I was given an enema ball that Al said was his late partners. I used it and rushed out of the shower to the toilet, emptying out my butt, and returned to the shower refreshed, my hand`s all over Al`s body. Before we finished I had his dick hard.

    I changed the sheets on the bed. Al climbed in laying on his back and said “ok bitch have at it. and make it last.”

    Bouncing on the hard cock, driven by my lust, it went in my ass like it was like it owned it, riding slowly every movement tingling my mind and body. I thought this is where I belong filled with black dick.
    A slow ride not rushing to orgasm was relaxing. Al told me he and his former partner pimped out white sissy boys to earn a living. He said he had a stable of 5 working for him. the plan for my life moving forward was laid out, For the present I was to be Al`s bitch to pamper him wait, on him keep his sex drive satisfied, If on occasion he wanted me to entertain any of his friends I was to do so without question, I could keep my job. But had to give up my apartment and live with Al. No dating anyone. I was told to keep my body nice. Maybe even modify it with a small set of breasts, let my hair grow long, have it styled, and start wearing more flattering clothes, Like skinny jeans tank tops perhaps even a skirt.

    I stopped riding and looked blankly at Al. “You want to turn me into a girl?”

    Al put his hands on my hips and started me moving on his dick, then continued, “yea sort of, you can keep your cock, though it won`t get much use. except to spurt cum,” “You, my little bitch are gifted with the ability to have orgasms with just anal stimulation, a very cool trait. Still, I do have several women friends that at times need a dick in them. I personally don`t like fucking a pussy, so in those cases you will perform that duty for me,” ” If you fail to please my friends or me or try to break our agreement, I will get you hooked on crack and put you to work on the street, which won`t be pretty. Now any questions?”

    “Yes I have several, first I continue to work. Don`t you think my co-workers will notice me dressing like a woman? two what about my wages from my job, do I have to share them with you?” three, how long must I be your whore before you let me go?” “four could you call me something beside`s bitch?”

    “All good questions, You work from home most of the time. When you have to go in to work you can dress manly hiding your true calling,” Your earnings will be passed to me since we are living together, I will let you keep oh! say 15 percent but you will have to buy your own clothing and item. Next you are to be my companion not my whore. Unless you fail to do a good job pleasing, me then you shall be a whore till one night working on the street you disappear, but do a good job be attentive to my needs and you will be pleasured regularly, till years from now when someone younger and as good as you come`s along, then you will just be turned free. Finally your name you hate bitch so to give you a semblance of respectability, you will be called, Bunny, a good name since you fuck like a rabbit.”
    “Now Bunny, work this load of cum out of my cock. We have a lot of moving and rearranging to do.

    I bounced up and down hard on his cock, wondering how things went so wrong. Al`s throbbing spurting cock, reminded me of the start of my troubles as I released a load onto Al`s chest.

    This is what I crave. So maybe this was my destiny. At least I will be doing something that makes me feel good servicing black cock,


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