Author: admin

  • University Adventures

    My first lecture was Art history. I walked into the huge auditorium and looked for an empty spot. It seemed that most students had arrived early, so I didn’t have lot’s to choose form. I noticed a seat on the side of the auditorium, next to a preppy girl. Similar to the ones who used bully me in high school. Then there was one beside a nerdy-looking girl. I considered that option more, but she didn’t seem too sociable, and I wanted to meet some new people and make friends. And then I noticed a quite intriguing spot, almost right in the middle of the auditorium, in between two quite athletic-looking guys. Someone, I assumed one of them, had put their stuff on the chair between, but I decided to shoot my shot anyway.

    I made my way over to the empty seat and asked, looking at both of them: “Is this seat taken?”

    “Uh…” the one of the left started.

    “No… we just put our stuff here, but you can sit here if there aren’t any more seats left,” the one on the right answered.

    “I mean, there are a few more spots, but they are on the sides of the room, so I thought maybe I could sit here…” I tried to persuade them. “You can sit together, and I’ll take one of your seats, so you can sit together.”

    “Nah, it’s fine man, you seem cool!” The one on the left said, and I smiled in return.

    They took their stuff from the chair, and I sat down, taking out my computer and a small notebook.

    “By the way, my name is Chris, and that’s Eric,” the guy on the right told me.

    “I’m Romeo, just like the character from the play!” I instinctively added.

    “Nice!” the guy on the left chuckled, “Usually people like to joke that I’m Eric van der Woodsen because I’m gay… and my name is Eric…”

    I raised my eyebrows in surprise: “Oh, me too!”

    I hadn’t thought that either of the guys would be gay. Maybe they were a couple.

    “Just keep it in your pants until the end of the lecture,” Chris added, and my thoughts of them being a couple immediately disappeared.

    “Don’t worry, I only let you suck my cock,” Eric replied, and we laughed.

    The professor came in and began the lecture. She seemed very sweet and amazing, almost like the typical high school art teacher, but more academic.

    During the lecture, Eric and Chris continued chatting from time to time, and I sometimes joined in. After it, we discovered that we have another class together, so we decided to stick together in the break. As they got up from their chairs, I noticed that Eric was wearing thin sweatpants and Chris had basketball shorts on, and they both had impressive bulges. As it seemed that they were quite close friends, I thought they both had had any experiences together. I always dreamt of having a friend with whom I could experiment with.

    We walked outside and found an unoccupied picnic table. It was still quite warm, so it was nice to chill out in the open air. Chris got to the table first and sat down on it, while Eric and I sat down on the bench on either side of him. I couldn’t help but notice Chris’s hairy legs.

    “So, what are you doing after your classes?” Chris asked me.

    “Uh… I don’t really have anything planned…”

    “So you wouldn’t mind coming over to our room and fucking the brains out of Eric…”

    “Stop it!” Eric interrupted and hit Chris’s leg playfully.

    “What? I’m trying to be your wingman here and get you that D!” Chris said sarcastically.

    We laughed about it, but I noticed Eric giving me an unusual look. Could he be actually interested?

    “Aright, I need to take a leak…” after a moment, Chris said to us.

    “I actually need to go too,” I added and got up to go with him.

    “See? It’s not that hard to get a guy!” Chris said to Eric and chuckled as we walked away.

    “So, what are your thoughts on Eric? Quite a charmer, isn’t he?” he asked with a big grin.

    I didn’t know what to answer: “Well, um… I…”

    “I’m just kidding, man, relax!” He put his hand around me and pulled me close in a friendly manner.

    We walked in and walked up to the urinals. There were no dividing walls between them, so I had to take a peek at Chris’s cock. It was quite average-sized with dark curly pubes at the base.

    “Of course you got to look! You guys are such pervs!” he said, ridiculing. “You know, when I met Eric, he used to do the same exact thing… Now don’t get into a fight because of me… You know, my cock’s big enough to share both of your glances!”

    We both laughed and went over to wash our hands. I adored the free atmosphere I experienced with the people I had met there. Was everybody like that on the campus?

    When we met up with Eric again, Chris acted up a scene.

    “Look, man… I don’t know how to tell you this, but… I let Romeo look at my cock… I don’t know if you can ever forgive me for my crime…”

    “As long as you two haven’t fucked I’m fine… but I’m not sure for how long you will be able to contain yourself, my dear Chris, knowing how much you love to be filled up with big cocks,” Eric played back.

    “Oh, he’s got a real monster in those pants. He could rail you real good… I would have to carry you to classes after you’d bounce on it the whole night!”

    We chuckled and headed to our next lecture. Once again, I sat in between the two of them. We had taken places in the last of the auditorium, and we’re the only students in that row, so the atmosphere was quite relaxed. However, in the middle of the lecture, things took an unexpected turn.

    “Hey guys, I’m rock hard… Any of you wanna use the opportunity and suck me off?” Chris leaned closer to us and whispered.

    He then leaned back and pointed to the tent in his shorts. It was impossible to not notice. He put the palm of his hand on top of it and rubbed it up and down a few times.

    “Nobody?” Chris asked, grinning. “Okay, I guess I’ll just have to take care of this myself…”

    He grabbed his waistband and let his erect cock stick out. His cock had increased in size and had veins sticking out at the side.

    “Looks good, right?” Chris had obviously noticed I was staring.

    “Oh, shut up and put it away!” Eric commented and returned to taking notes.

    “Come on, what do you say?” Chris looked at me with a big smile.

    He slowly started jerking his cock with one hand and reached for my hand with the other. I felt hypnotised by the sight, so I let him guide me. He put my hand on his cock, and I grabbed the warm meat stick.

    “Mmm… yeah, just like that…” He whispered.

    I slowly started moving my hand up and down. It was my first time touching someone else’s cock, and I had never thought it would happen in an auditorium during a lecture on my first day of university. Of course, I had grown hard myself, but my pants were better at keeping it a secret.Of course, Chris couldn’t moan, but I could hear his breath getting heavier. He was enjoying it quite a bit. After some time of stroking him, he started precumming. There was a lot of it, so quite soon, my hand was covered in his sticky, clear liquid. I wanted to lick it all up but didn’t care to do it. Then, Chris started breathing heavier, and I knew that he was close to an orgasm, so I started moving my hand faster. With a quiet groan, he started cumming all over his t-shirt and my hand.

    “Fuck yeah, man!” he whispered to me after he has finished blowing his load.

    After letting go of his cock I almost instinctively took my hand up to my mouth and licked it. It tasted different than mine, but I’d say way better as well.

    “Tasty?” Chris asked with a large grin.

    “Sure,” I answered while licking the last drops of my hand.

    “What had I become?” I thought to myself. Never before I would even have imagined that I’d be jerking off guys in lectures and eating their cum. But I did enjoy the thrill and the adrenaline that it gave to me.

    Chris tucked his cock back into his shorts and returned to taking notes, acting as if nothing had happened. I, on the other hand, still needed time to get myself to focus on the lecture. I now was eager to know what kind of stuff will we get up to after the lecture.

  • The smallest dick wins

    In comes gina

    -Despite what you’re seeing me do, I still love you, Gina, deeply, believe me.

    -I believe you, Ryan. You know I’ve cheated you many times, but non fidelity had a risk. It’s not only sex with other people. You may fall in love with another person too, and I love you, but I also love Ryan now. I’ll also strip and please keep on doing what you’re doing. I’d like you to taste the seed of the other boy I love.

    I continued with some pain in my heart. Not even having to please a boy or having a chastity cage placed on my genitals troubled me, but the chance that because Gina loved Cedric I could lose her. But seeing that wonderful girl totally nude again added to the scrumptious taste of the first dick I was sucking, made me unexpectedly cum again and Cedric could feel it in my face and shot a first lake of exciting male fluid into my throat, which I drank convinced that few times had I drunk such a tasty liquid.

    -Did you like it, Ryan?

    -I certainly did, Cedric, sir. But what do you think of me now, Gina?

    -I cannot help but love you both, and I still love you more deeply, Ryan. The question is now: do you want to keep me?

    -At all costs.

    -You know, Ryan: things have evolved into this. I love you more than ever but it’s impossible for me to stop loving Cedric too. If you see it’s hard for you to live with both, you have the chance to leave me. Or else, we’ll have to be three.

    -Gina, I cannot live without you. And Cedric is a wonderful boy. I prefer accepting your new rules than losing you. Here you see me with a chastity cage which I’ll wear for a week. I will have to adapt to anything you like.

    -Oh Ryan, you know I’ve always been a ruthless girl, don’t you?

    -I know, my love, I’ve always accepted you the way you are.

    -So first let’s have a coffee the three of us together without our clothes.

    The three of us headed to the kitchen and it was Cedric who prepared coffee as Gina was teaching me what to do in order to piss. And since the cage was slotted, I went to the toilet and relieved my bladder. It was a leather chastity cage with no stopper and it was more comfortable to piss sitting on the toilet as girls piss, which was humiliating, but that way, I wouldn’t make a mess with my piss. Then I returned with them and we were talking. After now, we’d share our life, they both said and I agreed. I still did not love Cedric but I felt I could soon love him too. I could go to the inn every day and the cage would not even be noticed. I nodded and both of them assured me that in a week, it would be removed.

    Gina told me now that we could watch a bisexual porn movie and as we were watching it, I could lick her cunt. I understood that after now whenever she said “could”, she meant “should”. She obviously wanted to turn me into her first slave, shared with Cedric. But that morning I’d started to accept my fate. Being ordered about, humiliated and used at the same time by both ruthless and sweet people.

    We went to our room and started watching a bisexual movie. Gina signaled me to lick her cunt. As I did that I saw that Cedric’s dick was getting hard and he obviously wanted me to give him a new blowjob and as Gina’s cunt was about to erupt, I told him I’d please him next again. I had licked my girlfriend’s pussy many times but this was my first time as her boyfriend and slave and when at last I could feel her squirt running into my mouth, I found it tastier than ever.

    After drinking it all and without a word I headed straight to Cedric’s dick and took it into my mouth. In that moment Gina started to spank me, saying that was something she’d always wanted to do and she would go on unless I objected. But I told her.

    -You can go on, my love; make my ass as red as you want.

    But this second blowjob I was giving was shorter for I could well perceive Cedric loved to see me being spanked and he was imagining himself doing the same to me, so he quickly came into my mouth again and me still drinking his semen, he changed Gina’s hands for his and he started to spank me.

    -Anything to object, slave?

    -Nothing to object, sir.

    He was spanking me for just five minutes and finally Gina said we could have dinner now.

    At dinner without our clothes they were stating what our life would be after now. We had a very large bed and we three should always sleep together so once again I could do nothing else than getting used to this idea. Cedric would be a part of me after now, just as Gina was but she was the girl of my life and from her I would always accept anything. Giving sex to the other boy she loved was better than not having her. Besides I already knew I loved sucking Cedric’s cock. They obviously wanted me to go farther but I had to think about it.

    Once the three of us were in bed it became obvious for me that since my dick was caged and it was too long for Gina and therefore useless, Cedric would be the man to fuck her now. And I had to suffer watching how that sexy boy fucked her ass, something I’d never done before. As he fucked her they both told me that I could touch them and both of them would kiss me if I did. So I started to touch Cedric’s ass while with my other hand I was touching Gina’s boobs. Fortunately my girlfriend kissed me then, and later it was Cedric: I don’t know whether I should call him my boyfriend but I intuited that unless I became his boyfriend, I would lose Gina.

    I was jealous of course watching how a different boy fucked my girlfriend but my dick was caged and was getting hard again despite the humiliation, or maybe because of the humiliation cause both of them were teaching me how they considered totally useless a long dick. I thought then that I really had a worthless piece of meat and I somehow resigned to all these new facts.

    Just then Gina started to spank me again and Cedric did something new and slapped me hard in the face at the same time he passionately kissed me, telling me he would always be sweet with me but would always humiliate me. So with spanks and slaps I continued watching how Cedric fucked Gina up her ass till I noticed in the boy’s face that he was cumming, bathing her crack, something I’d never done.

    Just then I had an intuition of what my girlfriend needed and I had to ask her.

    -Gina, tell me the truth. You’d love to see how Cedric fucks me, don’t you?

    -I’d love to see that Ryan, that way you accept your new fate with us. But we don’t want to take you farther than your real desires.

    But I didn’t let her continue. I turned my head so I could look at him and told him.

    -Fuck me in the ass, Cedric. I’m sure you want to fuck me and this way, I’m disabling my useless dick and qualifying my ass for both because if you fuck your slave, sir, Gina could fuck me with a dildo.

    -She could fuck us both. I’d also like her to fuck me.

    And since I had already turned, he pointed his sexy tiny dick as a spear that would enter my hole.

    And in came his dick at last as his lips also speared suddenly my mouth, his tongue probing my tongue, I was really fond of that boy’s mouth by now and he sweetly asked me whether it was hurting me and whether I wanted him to continue or stop.

    -It’s not a tiny dick that I’m feeling now, sir. It’s really hard and your sexy dick is telling me you’re enjoying my ass, so it’s so hard that it hurts, but never mind, open me up, Cedric. Since I give no pleasure with my dick, I will give pleasure now with my ass.

    -I understand that you want me to go on, Ryan. But never forget what I told you this afternoon. I don’t care about dicks, I care about boys, mostly boys with a brain, and you have it, you sexy boy, you certainly have a brain. You’re open minded, totally courageous and so sexy. So you won’t have a worthless dick for me. After a week in chastity, I will certainly suck your cock and you will also fuck me, Ryan. Does it still hurt?

    It hurt now, but it was not his dick that hurt, it was my heart. His dick a spear in my ass, his tongue a spear in my mouth and now I had a third spear, his heart was stabbing my heart. He could be dominant and a humiliator but he always wanted to show me his sweet side and his heart had just entered like a second knife that was making me bleed. And suddenly my eyes also started bleeding and Gina was first to kiss me and later it was Cedric.

    -What is it you have, Ryan?

    -I’m also falling in love with you, Cedric. Please, I don’t want to call you sir right now, only by your name.

    -Of course Ryan, and I want you to know that I also love you, so I think the miracle we wanted has finally happened. Each of us three loves the other two.

    -You still love me, don’t you, Ryan?

    Of course it was Gina who asked me, somewhat worried.

    -More than ever. It’s just that my heart has become bigger and has made room for both.

    -Just what has happened to me and the same has happened to Cedric. Now you only have to accept being our slave too, but we are three and you have both a girlfriend and a boyfriend. Oh, I want to fuck you both. You just have to submit to any way we want to humiliate you, Ryan. We could have been better people but you’ve just fallen in love with two bastards.

    -Both of you can always humiliate me as much as you want. Oh what a surprising day this has been. The chastity cage shows my humiliation, but at the same time it’s here showing how I’ve adapted in a single day to the new roles I want to always have with both.

    Cedric suggested now kissing the three of us together and that endless sweet kiss made him finally cum in my ass. It was the first time someone came in my ass but I loved it.

    And Gina said now.

    -Let’s sleep for the first time the three of us together.

    I don’t know how I managed to sleep being surrounded by the two people I love. I saw them both falling asleep soon and it cost me some time to be asleep watching them so beautiful in their naked sleep. If I didn’t have a cage, I would have jacked off but anyhow I finally achieved some hours’ sleep.

    Both of them woke me up at nine, kissing my mouth and stroking my chest,

    -Good morning, you Sleeping Beauty.

    I headed to the kitchen and after coffee Cedric told me that he was gonna fuck Gina’s cunt. That’s something one other day would have made me terribly jealous but it was not humiliation or pain now. It was the most natural thing watching the boy I loved fucking the girl I loved. They had made my dick useless but not my hands or my mouth and I was all the time kissing both and touching both, even urging Cedric to give our girlfriend the utmost fun he could give her. Finally I felt how he filled the condom with which he was fucking her.

    It was a week of constant sex between them in my presence. She spent the whole week giving him blowjobs and he was always fucking either her cunt or her ass and all I could do was watching them and having only oral sex since I could not use my dick. I was constantly licking her cunt and her boobs and I gave Cedric two blowjobs a day, the second one in bed and I became increasingly fonder of his taste. But even in the midst of all this, I could always noticed their tenderness and their love. With the new situation, I lost nothing for now I had two people who also loved me.

    I was getting used to being their slave and they constantly humiliated me, laughing at my long cock, often being spanked or slapped by him or by her. They both knew that by now I quite enjoyed this situation, being used and humiliated by both. But something I was missing, I don’t know which and it was not the use of my dick again. I perceived it was something deeper.

    After a week, they kept their promise and told me the cage would finally be removed. I should have a thorough shower later for my dick must be by now a big pool of dried semen. And it was Cedric who one day came to me with the key in his hand in order to remove the chastity cage.


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  • Cherry

    Thanks” to all the gifted writers here for the story’s that help me cum. If you like this story it could be more than one part. If it suits the fans. I could see it possibly being four parts. So let me know. All persons in this story are over the age of eighteen. The story may not be for everyone, but then why would you be reading it?


    He was a mountain of a man. Standing six foot six, weighing in at 240 pounds of bones and muscles. Bones and muscles are not uncommon for a man, any man, but this Adonis was the alpha; wherever he went he commanded the room. His size intimidated me, so we didn’t hang out much. Actually never. I think he was a model, bodybuilder or something like that. Paid ridiculous amounts of money to show off. Who really knew? I know he was making great money. It’s almost a prerequisite on our block. A commanding black man who was known as Turner.

    He lived on the same cul-de-sac as I did in an upscale neighborhood with his beauty of a wife, a blond goddess, huge tits and a very nice ass. His lady took my breath away, and made my cock hard. This trophy wife was the envy of every other wife, she was charming and elegant. With an infectious laugh and a sexy smile. Wendy was her name. The object of my fantasies.

    When in public together, the couple turned heads of both sexes! The poster couple for the perfect marriage. Or was it?

    It was late in the fall. I’d just finished with the leaves and grass. Admiring my work as I enjoyed a beer, a deep voice shook me from my daydream.

    “Can I use your leaf blower, mine just gave out.” Turner was casting quite the shadow and I happened to be in it.

    “Of course you can.” I said, thinking that it must be nice just to use your good looks to get what you want. I gave him what he came for, and just as quickly he vanished in the recesses of his yard. A privacy wall surrounded his property, with wrought iron rail gating. Beautiful, secure and private. I’d often wondered what it looked like.

    Weeks went by and I had forgotten the incident altogether when the phone rang. It was Wendy wondering if I could assist Turner with a small chore in the yard. With my wife away visiting her sick mom, I thought why not?

    I walked the three house distance in the Indian summer we were having wearing what I usually did, a tank top and board shorts. My flip-flops smacked along the stroll. I’m not a big guy, never played sports, more of a geek. I’m thin, one thirty soaking wet, my wife in her heels is taller than my five foot six fame. A bit of an eighty’s boy my hair was down to the middle of my back. Enjoying the sun as I stood before the gate, I pressed the button and waited.

    Wendy’s voice was the one that answered, and granted me entrance to their castle. Figuring Turner was around the back of the property, I casually turned the corner and almost passed out. There without a stitch of clothes on was Wendy, nursing a margarita in her lounger.

    The second shock came when I saw that Turner was next to her in exactly in the same condition, bare for all.

    I must have been staring for some time, when Wendy broke the silence stating the obvious. “We’re nudist.” I took a mental picture of that goddess, for beat material later. Stunning was not even close to describing her beauty. Turner found his voice soon after. I tuned to him as he spoke. 

    “Not sure you can help, I may have to call another bud” Pointing to the stump he was trying to remove from his yard. It was a rather small stump. Not like the stump Turner was packing. Even soft I’m sure his cock was three times bigger than mine. That monster must split his Barbie in two when they fuck. I watched as sweat rolled down his abs to the base of that huge cock. Darting my eyes away, I think he did see me staring at it, I don’t know why my eyes even looked, Why does traffic slow down at a bad accident? Do they secretly want to see a mangled body? I’m heterosexual so my eyes should be on his face. Designing software for a popular gaming platform. I studied the stump. Water had been used to soften the soil. Most of the dirt had been cleared, exposing a few core roots. Some of those roots even failed to compare to the trunk on Turner. Knowing there was no hope of me helping..I wondered why they even asked for it.

    “A tractor is your answer, a small one won’t be much to rent.” I offered my advice. Hoping he would not have me attempt such a task. Turner kept his focus on the stump, as if trying to read its mind. I kept sneaking peeks at Wendy when I could. When I could not, it was the stump and his stump I looked at. Wishing mine could be half that big, only made me more pathetic.

    “Let’s try to push it from here.” Turner said pointing to the widest part. I shrugged and walked around where he stood and found a place to put my hands. Turner then stood behind me, closed the gap between. His monster mitts made mine look feminine. His arms resembled black steel on each side of me. I immediately felt that big cock at my ass, as we dug in and shoved.

    This went on till I was about to die, sweating, shirt clinging to my skinny frame. His body added to this heat. His pecks dug into my back as I swear his cock dug into my bubble of an ass. Finally I heard a snap, and suddenly we were launched forward as the stump gave way. Landing us the muddy ground, Turner on top of me. My breath was taken as his weight pressed me further in the mud. It took some time for Turner to pick himself up off of me.

    Laying there hoping my will was updated, I slowly recovered as well. Mud covered me from head to toe. Wendy was kind enough to offer a shower. I thought I could just as easily take one at my place, and began my departure.

    “I wouldn’t feel very Christian if you did not accept my offer.” Wendy said, blocking my exit by stepping right in front of me. I was so close to her that I could smell her perfume, then her sweat, and then something else. Was it sex? Thinking it couldn’t be, I looked down before I could stop myself and was shocked to see what appeared to be cum leaking down her thigh.

    “Uh, uh, but I don’t have any clean clothes” I stammered looking back up at her lovely face. I could feel my cock starting to harden as I failed to stop myself thinking about the fucking Turner must have given her just before I arrived.

    “Don’t worry sugar, we’ll find you something to put on.” She said with a sexy smile as she pushed me back with one hand at my chest. The argument was lost. Taking me by the hand, she guided me through their beautifully decorated house, to a stall shower off the guest room. Even the stall was big, and she stepped in with me, pointed out the soap and shampoo, and then winked before she turned and left me to the task.

    Letting the water wash away the grime wasn’t enough, I used the soap, body wash and shampoo. Doing a thorough job to lift the dirt. And trying to get my stiff cock to go down. Maybe twenty minutes passed before I emerged. As I was rinsing off my body I was alarmed to see my pubic hair washing away with the beads of water down the drain.. Did I grab a bottle of Nair by mistake? Not having any hair on my body made my cock look so different. Longer and thinner. I quickly covered myself with my towel, and began to look for clothes. 

    Not finding any, yelled for something to put on, to whomever was listening. Turner opened the door and tossed me some scraps, looked at me briefly as he closed the door again. I sorted the bundled fabric. There were a pair of shorts that were cut like Daisy Dukes. The top was a light pink and had blue flowers embroidered on it. Clearly these were Wendy’s but to avoid any further issues I put them on. I usually go free balling so the lack of undies didn’t bother me.

    What did bother me is the shorts were almost a thong on me, I could see in the mirror that they made my ass look like it belonged on a bimbo. The top was practically glued to my chest. The snug fit created cleavage and was cut to draw attention there. The image in the mirror looked more like a young women than it did me, I was embarrassed. I improvised and wrapped a towel around me for the short walk home.

    Working my way back out through the house, I was again surprised by Turner. In his hand was a frosted glass with a purple concoction, that he put into mine. Being parched I quickly accepted and downed the glass in moments. A very refreshing strong drink was now warming my tummy. Feeling the affects almost instantly, I had been drinking prior to the call. The warm buzz engulfed me, I steadied myself on the wall. The bass of his voice, sent electricity down my spine. Causing chills to rise, the sensation washed over me

    Hey, don’t leave now, hang out for a while and relax.” Turner said, stopping me before I could get out the door. He never gave any sign of befriending me in the years we shared the same stretch of black top. I’ve always enjoyed the comfort of home, so I didn’t get out much. My feet already moving along the cool wooden floor. I just shrugged saying “Uh.. Ok, I guess.” 

    “I have a game room in the basement. Come on, it’s a blast. We can play a game, get to know one another.” He knew my vise for games, but I was freaked out as he started for the door. Suddenly his canon of an arm moved, landing on my shoulder. I had no choice but to walk with him down a staircase to the door at the bottom. He held me with a monster mitt draping his arm across my shoulders. Working that hand tI’ll it rested on my hip. The other hand was opening the door as he would for a lady. He smiled, but I could see something sinister behind his pearly white teeth.

    “Sure, why not?” I said. Trying to be cool about the situation. I have never been in there house. I figured a few games couldn’t hurt. The sound of skin hitting skin followed behind me. His cock, slapping his thigh, I quickened the pace, but when I turned the corner at the bottom, there were no video games or pool tables. Scanning the room, the fear failed to snap me into reality. I looked back; Turner was locking the door. 

    “It’s my bondage playroom. And we are going to play the best game in the world. It’s called ‘bend over, bitch’” His hardening cock was the only thing I could see, and my body shuddered in fear.

    My blood turned to ice, freezing me to that spot. I struggled with his words. They were floating around in my head, I had to have misunderstood him. Nothing made sense. I stood unable to respond, my eyes locked on his bulging muscles, then in horror to his throbbing black phallus. 

    “Your going to love this cock.” he smiled. Looking more like a billy club than a cock; he held the monster at the base, shook it, pulling back the remaining foreskin. The head of it could have been mistaken for portabella mushroom. His massive hand was stoking the fat shaft. 

    “Before this is over..” his voice boomed inside my head. “… you will be begging me not to stop. To fuck you hard. You soon will want my cock in both your holes.” The chills grew taunt free of hair, they stretched my skin, quivering in fear I felt hot. My eyes burned the image of his cock into my head as I openly ogled, unable to turn away. 

    “You’re staring, you sissy sluts are all the same; you need to be bred.” 

    Turner grabbed my arm and guided me to a table. It was waist high and had metal rings, and leather shackles. The shock of what was happening started to reach me, but why it was happening was left a mystery. My protests were dismissed as he lifted me onto the table easily, and secured my arms quickly to either side. I felt silk stockings sliding up my bare legs then Turner put skyscraper heels on my feet, I watched in horror. Next he went over to the wall and returned with the longest spreader bar I’ve ever seen. I opened my mouth to protest : “Hey, wait!” I cried out, “I glrub.” I choked as he forced a cock gag into my mouth  and securing it around my head. He was palming my head and easily turned it.

    As my legs were being stretched far apart by the bar, Turner fastened a chain on my wrist locking it on.  Pulling the chain would lift me up, until the base of my spine rested on the edge of the table. 

    “Oh yeah babe, that’s better!” The richness of his voice pierced my flesh. So hot, I could feel sweat run off my head lifting to see what was next. Burning muscles in my neck told me I could not hold it much longer.. Gravity was beginning to win the war. He pulled at the rags and towel, that I had been given, ripped them off like scrap. A pink thong that tied on both sides and a big pink bra now covered me, on the cold stainless table. 

    Fear overcame me and the room went black.

    Eyes shot open, focus was impossible and everything was fuzzy, I couldn’t make out the objects hanging on the walls… I could not see any sign of my attacker. I was racking my brain on how I could free myself. I was still processing it all. Thunder of his footsteps descended, and stole my attention. He stood next to me.

     He was rubbing my chest, pulling hard on my nipples. I could only groan, as his hands violated my body. It felt as if an anvil was sitting on my chest,  I felt the bra strap snap on my back when I realized I now had huge tits. As he adjusted the new attire, it made it feel like they were mine. It actually made my nipples hard as well as the eraser tip nipples capping what must be at least “J” cup. “I love big white tits.” He said. Playing roughly with them, admiring his work. Every time he spoke now his hot breath stimulated my ear passages. The chills were electric and started to affect my cock. I could feel it coming to life. Heterosexual from birth. My mind couldn’t put it together the evidence to know that I was in trouble. His king of a cock was always close to my face. My mind wouldn’t work, I lost consciousness once more..

    The fog was lifting from my head, not knowing how much time had passed or what else was done in my slumber. There was a mask now stealing my vision, the cock gag still deep in my mouth. I struggled at the binds with no result. I knew there was another person in the room because headphones were taped to my ears. Booming bass, with other strange sounds came through loudly deafening me. 

    I felt hands on my ass then a smack landed. It jostled me a bit, then another one the other cheek. I weakly attempted to remove my ass from the assault. The spanks kept landing, and landing, my ass burned like never before. I was crying under the protection of my mask. The tears only made my nose run and fill my already full mouth with saliva and mucus. My erection how I will never know, continued to harden. Taking the headphone off my right ear. He first blew into it his hot breath caused a stirring in my loins.

    “You white sissy’s are the same.” His big hands were turning my balls, boiling hot.” I know you want my big cock, I watched you stare at it. I know you want me to fuck you with it.” I could barely manage a slight shaking my of my head, as fear, his voice and his hands made my cock painfully hard.

    “Like the drink?” The whisper made my back arch, and pushed my balls in his palm.” The “Afro” was a chemical just hitting the market nationwide. Only affecting Caucasian men 18 to 40. Is a new intense female hormone. It fuses to the DNA and begins to slowly change the code.” Fear had been a permanent look on my face as I told myself it wasn’t real. My head simply shut down. I had a dream that the world was way different, big black alpha males, women and sissy’s were the three genders on the planet. Only the sissy’s served both male and female. Never using the equipment god gave them for pleasure. They were for simple service to satisfy the master. Shocked by this I was awake again.

    A cooling sensation was now on my ass and spread generously. I could feel it drip down my crack and over my hairless asshole. The hard object was then inserted in my ass as he grabbed my junk. That was the area he focused on next, smashing my wilted cock into something. It too brought a tear to the eyes, then a lock clicked. I was in chastity. I felt hands sliding up the stockings on my legs, then down to the heels on my feet. He continued to play and tease my body. I could only lie there as he did. Looking like a cheap big tit bimbo in heels. A sharp pain made me arch,the gag bumped at the back of my throat. I was being anally stretched, to accommodate his monster cock. With my wife away I knew my situation was hopeless, as a madman fondled my new womanly curves.

    I felt the gag being removed, as the plastic left my mouth a big ring was inserted. I could breathe better and swallow the abundance of saliva now. I was gasping for air

    when the big head of his black cock slid into it. I could not move my head to stop the intruder my jaw was being stretched by his cock. I could taste his sweat, feeling it throb as his cock head sliding across my tongue until it bumped against the back of my mouth ant stopping at the entrance of my throat. Pinching my nose closed I was forced to obtain my air from my mouth. With his cock inside of it I manage to get little gasps. On one of these intakes he pushed his cock into my throat. Then he released my abused nose.

    My head hung down as he used my mouth plunging his massive meat in relentlessly. I could only take short inhales through my nose. When his hips pulled back his cock head rested on my tongue. Thrusting forward sent it into my esophagus. He was fucking my mouth, I could smell the musk of him. His balls slapping against the mask in rhythm with the beat being played. He got all of that cock in my throat, I could feel his heavy balls on my mask. That’s when he came, It took forever for him to empty his load in my stomach. When he was done, he pulled out leaving a trail of cum in my mouth. The salty taste danced on my taste buds, and before I could say a thing the cock gag was back and secured around my head. This action made me swallow the seed he left there. I know it takes a bit for a guy to recover from that big of a blast. My belly full of his seed he patted my cheek. I must have pleased him, I hoped that meant the end of my ordeal. How wrong I was. Removing the headphones so I could hear.

    He then spoke more words than I’ve ever heard him speak. “You did ok sissy. Managed to get me off. I’ve taken two viagra and I’m hard as steel. That mouth just teased me, now I want to fuck your pussy. You will eventually enjoy my cock, even beg me to fuck you. As I train you while wifey is away to be my sissy bitch I think I’ll call you Cherry. Yeah your going to be my personal cum dump. My friends are going to love fucking my sissy, your going to make me some money! Yeah from the moment I saw you, I knew you would submit to me. I knew you would soon be my sissy bitch.” He even gave me a big boob, bimbo name. Then replaced the headphones. My mind raced on how was I going to avoid being split open by his cock. Or any of his friends for that matter.

    He moved the toy in my ass clockwise, then a dildo replaced it turning it counterclockwise. The dildo was slightly bigger than the first toy as he opened my ass for the assault. Slapping the cage on my cock every now and then. Running his hands down my stockings, pinching my nipples, or at least felt like mine over and over.

    The tassels of a whip now added new color on my already abused ass. His swings told me he was born with a whip in his hand. Twenty lashes as more tears ran, then more cooling oil applied the stretching continued on for hours. I was exhausted. No fight left in me when the head of his massive cock took my anal cherry. He moved slowly at first, inch by inch. My head hung as drool leaked from my gag. The pain as more of the monster opened my ass for his pleasure was bad as I thought it would be. I was blubbering incoherently, and moaning as the inches were forced in my ass/pussy repetitively. Able to feel his pulse, I attempted to tighten my home so he could not go deeper. Three more inches were forced in me as he just chuckled saying. “Damn your ass is tight, but it won’t be when I’m done. Your already loving my big black cock, I knew you would Cherry!”

    Expertly he fucked my ass. His huge cock head bumped against my prostate and glided in deeper, my colon was his and he filled it. Picking up the pace slapping my ass as he thrust more in. I was delirious with pain, shame and humiliation. Pulled on my chastity on the draw out, smacking an asscheek on the thrusts in. Training my hole for his cock, the speed increased. I relaxed and let him use my hole. Pain had faded into something I didn’t expect.

    He brutally trained my hole for hours, I was jelly as he used me. I then heard the lock pop open. My chastity was removed as his hands played with what he referred to as my clit. His big cock kept it’s speed, he milked my clit. I came without having an erection. He fed me my own cum off the finger he slid past the gag. Tasting myself for the first time sent me into a frenzy. 

    Not sure why, I began to want all of that cock in me. To fuck me, he was right. His thrust were too shallow. He pulled his cock out with a pop. Released my arms from the table, I could feel by body elevate. Arms attached to more chains I’d guessed, as I was hung from the ceiling. With stocking legs spread open wide he finally got that python of a cock all inside. I was here, my rational mind left me. He fucked me, like I was a girl, like I was his girl and letting me know it. I felt the cum as it flowed out of my cock and on to my belly, he just made me cum. I was moaning the best I could with my mouth full. A bolt of lightning sent waves of bliss crashing through me. I wanted him to fuck me harder. To train me to be his sissy bitch. To make me cum again. I got what I wished for. It lasted all that night and for the next three days. I then knew why people called him Turner, he was turning me!


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  • Quebec City Film Date

    “So, will we see you at lunch too?” Amanda VanClief, eyes batting in a perfectly made-up blonde model’s face, still staying ahead of the elements at sixty, cooed to the young French-Brazilian waiter, Emil Alencar, aboard the Triumph II. The river cruise ship was tied up to the Quebec City Corridor du Littoral. The other three women, appreciably older than Amanda was—purposely on Amanda’s part—who were at her table in the ship’s Coastal Dining Room were eagerly attentive to Emil’s response.

    The waiter, slender; dancer poised; self-confident; dark, sultry, and sexy; lustrous black hair pulled back in a tight bun except for one wisp dangling to a cheek, concentrated, as always, on the still-beautiful, elegantly dressed Amanda VanClief. She was his focus on this St. Lawrence Seaway cruise from Detroit to Quebec City and back to Montreal on this mid-October running of the Triumph II just as he had become her focus. The work on the cruise ship was seasonal. For the winter months, he had either to retreat to Las Vegas to waiter there and dance in male reviews as work became available or find some well-heeled matron—or master—to cuddle with him over the winter. It didn’t matter much to him if it were a woman or a man; Emil’s focus was on Emil, and to Emil, sex was sex was sex if it provided comfort for him. Amanda VanClief, of Bocca Raton, Florida, booked in one of the two owners suites on the Triumph II and who would be staying on for the return cruise to Detroit, fit the bill to a T.

    Emil could see the signal from out of the corner of his eye from the jet-black, tall, and very thin headwaiter from the Congo, Jacques Odia, telling Emil that he was spending too much of his time at this table, but Emil ignored the gesture. The season’s cruises were about completed and Emil had to be all about securing his off-season accommodations.

    “No, Mrs. VanClief, I’m afraid I’m not on the lunch service today. I have free time to enjoy going into the city.”

    “We have a tour of the city ourselves today,” Amanda cooed. “I’m sure I could arrange for you to accompany us. I’ll bet you’ve stopped here in Quebec City many times this year and have yet to see it as a passenger on the cruise does.” The other ladies at the table bobbed their gray heads and twittered their agreement.

    No doubt she could arrange it, Emil thought. She obviously ruled the roast on the cruise ship, which was all to the good for his longer-term plans, but not, alas, for today. Saying yes, though, would, he thought, enable him to pin down a winter sheltering opportunity. Weekly romps in the bed, he thought, would be all that was required for a cushy Florida vacation—and the woman, though probably thirty-five years his senior, looked like she knew how to fuck still. She seemed savvy enough too, that he would have to be the one to suggest low, soft lighting while they did it. He’d lived with worse off-season situations in his last four years of waitering on cruise ships and Las Vegas.

    “Alas, the crew members aren’t permitted such delightful opportunities,” he answered, with a tone of regret topped by a dazzling smile. “But I’ll be right back here for the dinner service.”

    Amanda, who, along with her contrasting gaggle of temporary girlfriends would also be sure to be right back here at Emil’s service table for dinner, simmered at his rich baritone voice and handsome, lean, dancer’s Brazilian body beautiful, trembled at the prospect. Jacques Odia came close and touched Emil on the elbow, and Emil, getting the signal clearly now, gave the women a dazzling smile and moved off to spread his heavenly attention to other tables.

    An hour later, after fully contributing to the breakfast cleanup under the watchful eye of the headwaiter, a duty Emil often pranced away from as beneath him, choosing instead to stand near the exit of the dining room and pattering with the guests, Emil returned to his shared interior cubbyhole of a cabin on Deck Two. He pulled the small box with his accumulated stash of cash from the bottom drawer of his nightstand. As he’d done so many times before, he reviewed his bank books and recounted his accumulation of earnings and tips to determine where he stood now in relationship to his eventual life’s goal—to join his French mother, Monique, in running her small perfume and toiletries shop in the Saara shopping district of Rio de Janeiro when his youthful beauty to women and men alike had waned. She was barely making it now, even with him sending some of his tip money off to her now and again. His dream was to return someday with enough capital to upgrade their holdings and do so while he still had the looks and charisma to attract well-heeled customers. Of his Brazilian father, Emil thought little, as there was almost nothing he knew of the man, other than that he must have been a handsome devil. Emil too was handsome, but his looks were more androgynously reflective of his mother.

    As he was counting his money, the first call reached him on his cellphone, a call he could not ignore and one that determined where he would initially go upon leaving the ship for his late morning and afternoon of port leave. As he was preparing to leave, the second call came in—the one he’d been chasing down for days, the one that would bring him profit that would get him significantly closer to a return to Rio de Janeiro. He responded, finding, luckily, that this arrangement was possible in the afternoon.

    It would be a juggling of time and quite demanding on him to make both of these appointments, but it could not be helped. There was no end to the balls he had to keep in the air in the limited time he was at the peak of his desirability and hence the availability of opportunities.

    * * * *

    When Emil left the ship, he was so happy to be on land for a change that, rather than catch a bus to take him through the old section of the town by the port and up the hill to the center of the small, historical city, he walked. It wasn’t just him being free to walk. Emil felt himself above those who would take public transportation, and with his exotic, almost feminine Brazilian looks and almost mincing steps, he felt as if the Canadians would all stare at him with admiration. At least he was at home with the predominant language, his mother having used French in their home, but he wasn’t one to talk with strangers.

    He walked northwest alongside the quay of the large city marina on the Quai St-André until he could cut west onto the Rue des Ramparts, following the line of the old city wall until he could cut over to the Parc de L’Artillerie—the Artillery Park on the high plateau of the old fortified city. His goal was the small Hotel Hippocampe on Rue McMahon, across the street from the park. This wasn’t his first visit to the hotel. He’d been there just a few weeks earlier the last time the Triumph II had docked in Quebec City.

    No one at reception challenged him when he walked into the hotel and to the elevator. If he had been a woman, they would have, as this was a hotel exclusively for men—for gay men. But beyond that, Emil had been here before and he was good for business. He even was part of their business on occasion. When he was in town and one of their guests had a special itch that Emil could scratch, the hotel called him, and he and the hotel split the fee.

    Emil knew where he was going. He’d been given the room number in the first call he’d gotten in the late morning. He took the elevator to the third floor and then to the designated room. The door was ajar, and he pushed it open and entered. Jacques Odia, the tall, thin, gaunt, jet-black Congolese headwaiter from the Triumph II was standing by the bed, only in his briefs. As Emil entered the room and shut the door behind him, though, Jacques slipped the briefs off, revealing the semierection of nearly a foot of thick cock. Jacques motioned toward the double bed in the small room, and Emil immediately started to strip off his clothes.

    Emil shuddered at the size of the cock on the Congolese man, which looked all the longer and thicker because of the slender build and tall height of the man. He had taken the shaft before, so he knew he could manage it, but he hadn’t taken one as massive as this before his encounters with Jacques started. Jacques briefly held the two of them, naked, in an embrace and frotted their cocks together to engorge them fully. But then he said, “On the bed. You know how I like it.” Emil whimpered, but he dutifully laid out on the bed on his back, his head hanging over the foot of the bed. He opened his mouth, unhinging his jaw, as the bulb of the head waiter’s cock brushed along his lips. Emil fought the urge to gag, as Jacques slowly moved the mammoth shaft into his throat.

    Emil didn’t know if he’d let Jacques fuck him if Jacques didn’t control Emil’s job on the cruise ship. Probably yes, though. There was no satisfaction like there was to have been able to take a shaft as long as Jacques’s was.

    Emil pressed his fingers into the Congolese man’s tight buttocks, as Jacques commenced the rhythm of the face fuck and leaned over the Brazilian’s bronze, perfectly formed body and took Emil’s cock in his mouth.

    Jacques was able to dominate Emil like this—for the third time in his Quebec City hotel during this river cruising season—not because he paid Emil for the sex, as all of the young Brazilian’s other sex partners in one way or the other did, but because he knew of the young man’s cultivation of rich widows and widowers on the cruises to become their short-term boy toys and he was willing to exchange looking the other way for occasional services rendered. To Emil, sex was sex was sex. The gender didn’t matter much, as long as they appropriately worshipped his body, and there was the pleasure in knowing that he could handle a monster shaft such as Jacques’s and thus could confidently take what came in other circumstances.

    Emil was fucked on the bed, carefully, but totally, some men being too small to accommodate Jacques without a great deal of pain and thrashing about—which, however, didn’t stop Jacques from fucking them if he took a fancy to them. Emil lay on his back at the foot of the bed, his leg raised and spread, a bolster under the back to provide the best angle for the nearly foot-long, thick Congolese cock. Jacques hovered between the younger Brazilian’s thighs, fisting Emil’s calves to keep his legs spread and whispered, “Relax. Take it. Breathe. Give it to me,” as Emil panted, clutched at the bedspread with widespread arms, arched his head back, and, moaning low, waited for the headwaiter to be fully saddled and for Emil to be fully open to the cock.

    And then, after a long, torturous mounting, Jacques was in, held for a full moment, murmuring, “Good. Good. Open. Good,” and when Emil had, Jacques began the slow pump, with Emil groaning and working to exercise the muscles of his channel walls, gripping at the thick cock and rippling his muscles over the shaft. Jacques was groaning now too, and, his panting matching Emil’s and Emil crying out, “Yes! Yes! Fuck me!” the two entered the dance of the fuck, shutting the rest of the world out, and moving with each other to a gushing crescendo of giving and taking.

    For a time now, this wasn’t a matter of blackmail, something Emil had to do. The mounting of his ass was a painful experience, but once he was fully possessed, being fucked by what Jacques had inside him was glorious. For a brief time, Emil was in heaven. There was a sense of victory in being able to sheath a cock the size of Jacques’s, and once Emil had opened to it—was beyond the pain and demands of the sheathing—and their pelvises were churning in concert, there was no better fuck, in Emil’s mind, than this.

    As Emil lay, panting, his legs now lowered to the floor at the foot of the bed, his hole dilated to the Congolese master’s specifications, Jacques went to the nightstand, pulled a cigarette out of a pack, lit up, and moved to the window, which gave a good view of the Fairmont Le Château Frontenac, the iconic hotel dominating the old city at its highest point. While he smoked, he stroked his cock. Emil, still panting lightly, watched him from the bed, mesmerized by the incongruous size of the tall, gaunt man’s genitals. Jacques had told him when they’d first coupled that Congolese men had, on average, the biggest dicks of the men of any other nationalities. Emil hadn’t believed him—while having every reason to recognize that Jacques himself was a monster in that department—but since then Emil had researched the boast and found it to be true. Since then, every time he’d passed a tall, slender African man on the sidewalk, Emil had wondered if he were Congolese and super hung.

    When Jacques worked himself up again, he slitted the window open, flicked his cigarette out into the void, and turned back toward the bed. Groaning, Emil turned over on the bed, came up on the mattress on his knees, and started crawling toward the headboard. He was only half up on the bed when Jacques overtook him, slipped an arm under his belly, and held him up on his knees. Whimpering, Emil reached up and grasped the headboard with his hands. He arched his head up and let out a little cry as Jacques mounted his hips, thrust inside him, and started taking him in long, deep slides.

    An hour later, Emil was lying on his belly on the bed, still griping the headboard, whimpering low and panting lightly, as he watched the cruise ship headwaiter come out of the bathroom, having showered, and dried himself off and pulled his black trousers, white shirt, and black vest on, ready once more to return to duty on the Triumph II.

    “I booked the room only until 5:00 p.m.,” he said as he stood by the door. “Feel free to stay until then. Don’t be late for the supper service.” And then, without so much as a “Thank you for the fucks,” he left the room, and Emil was alone.

    Emil had gone with men as well as women before signing on for the season on the Triumph II, but he’d never been with a man as largely endowed as Jacques Odia. The headwaiter didn’t really give the young Brazilian a choice of what Emil had to do at the Quebec City stop to “get along” on the cruises, and Emil always dreaded them before he arrived for these trysts. Once the monster cock was inside him and the two were moving together as one, though, Emil was lost to what the Congolese top had to offer and could do with it.

    He couldn’t stay until 5:00 p.m. There was the other assignation he had agreed to—the one that would add significantly to his nest egg as going with Jacques Odia did not. He wouldn’t stay in the hotel room that long, but it was barely 1:00 p.m. now. He rolled over onto his back and bent and spread his legs, placing his feet flat on the mattress. Just a bit more time—to let his channel recover and readjust—although he knew that would be taxed again later in the afternoon—and then he’d shower, dress, and walk down to the lower, reconstructed old city at the base of the cliff the Château Frontenac, possibly the most-photographed hotel in the world, was perched on.

    * * * *

    Leaving the hotel across from the Artillery Park, Emil walked back down to the Rue du Petit Champlain old town area between the St. Lawrence River and the cliff rising to the Château Frontenac Hotel. Having been leveled by warfare and fire several times, the old town area had been reconstructed into an area of quaint shops, bars, and restaurants on narrow, stone streets. With purpose, Emil, entered the Rue du Petit Champlain and found the stone-façaded Pub des Borgias, which was tourist-atmospheric and specializing in serving a wide variety of designer beers. Emil entered the bar, which was made up of connecting vaulted-ceilinged stone chambers purposely reminiscent of a subterranean wine cellar.

    He didn’t penetrate far into the complex of rooms, though, and waved off the waiter offering to guide him to the bar. His eyes scanned the rooms he could see through wide-vaulted doors and came to rest on three men sitting at a table. The men already were zeroed in on him. One of them was cradling an industrial-sized video camera. The men had half-full glasses of beer in front of them on the table. They had recognized him from his photos on the Internet. He similarly recognized them. After a brief moment of locked eyes, Emil turned and exited the bar. Within a few steps, he turned and walked down the stone street running beside and behind the bar and approached the cliff wall, where a funicular railway ran up the side to the cliff to the platform above on which the Château Frontenac Hotel hovered beyond a wide band of promenade at the top of the cliff.

    One of the men, the one with the video camera, chugged his beer and followed almost immediately on the heels of Emil from the building. He stood out on the street, across from the pub and recorded Emil’s slow walk to the entrance to the funicular. Emil lingered at a store window while the cameraman chugged around him and positioned himself to be able to capture Emil entering the gondola. As he passed Emil, he muttered, “Good, good. You’re doing it just right.”

    In the funicular, Emil stood at the side of the gondola, looking down, while and the cameraman followed the cab’s rise to the top of the cliff. He turned his camera back to the entrance of the Pub des Borgias in time to catch the other two men exiting the pub and turning the corner to approach the funicular.

    The two men were both similar and a contrast. They both were muscular and walked like athletes. There were stark contrasts, though. The older man was the taller of the two and more angular and wiry of body. He was the better dressed of the two and was at least in his late forties. The hair on his head was wavy, with graying at the temple. His face was Patrician handsome, and he moved with confidence. The younger of the two, bald, somewhat thuggish in face, and simian, his bulging arms swinging low from his squat, heavily muscular and hirsute body, was dressed in rougher clothes and moved in a swinging motion. He was no older than his late twenties or early thirties.

    Those observing the two walking, obviously walking together, could be forgiven to wonder what they possibly could have in common. Maybe one was the bodyguard of the other?

    The two men stopped at the entrance of the funicular, and the cameraman, himself in his mid-twenties, hippie-like, slender, wiry, with blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and heavily tattooed, sauntered down the narrow street, passed them by, and caught the next car up the side of the cliff. When the two men took their car up, the cameraman was already on the promenade at the base of the Château Frontenac Hotel filming Emil as he moved up the promenade, found an empty bench facing the St. Lawrence River, and sank down in the middle of it. Then the cameraman turned the videorecorder toward the upper entrance of the funicular in time to catch his two colleagues appear there, walk together down to the end of the promenade, turn, and walk back and stand in front of the bench where Emil was sitting. After a moment of discussion between Emil and the two men, the men sat on the bench, as well, one on each side of Emil. Almost immediately, both men moved an arm to the back of the bench, behind Emil, the fingers of the hands of each resting on the tip of the young man’s shoulder on either side.

    The cameraman caught a period of discussion between the three men on the bench, not missing the touching the men flanking Emil were doing with the young men or the stroking fingers of the older man on the back of Emil’s neck, stroking that Emil was permitting. Watchers of such films would take this as a signal that Emil was a rent-boy who the older man would buy and fuck.

    The men were looking around as if to see if anyone was watching and then the photographer captured the older of the two men feeling Emil’s crotch up and placing Emil’s hand his crotch briefly. Little question was left that this was a sex hookup transaction.

    The camera also caught, before the three rose from the bench, the wad of money the older man took out of a pocket and handed over to Emil. The cameraman went into motion, moving over to an entrance into the Château Frontenac Hotel, to catch the approach of the three men, Emil in the middle in the light grip of the other two, first toward the entrance of the hotel, and then, once all were inside, toward the bank of elevators in the lobby. They didn’t enter the elevators but stood off to the side, Emil looking into a shop showcase and the other two standing on the other side of the elevators, conversing. The cameraman, Chris, went to the elevators and entered one. Only then did the other three move to the elevator doors, all three entering the same one.

    On the twelfth floor, the elevator door opened for Chris to get a shot of the three men—Emil being held close between the American, Peter, and the younger, German bodybuilder, Horst, with Peter having an arm around Emil’s neck and capturing the young man’s lips with his in a kiss. Horst had a hand on Emil’s crotch. After getting that shot, Chris scurried to the far end of the corridor to film the three moving to the hotel room door and entering, Peter’s hand clearly seen palming Emil’s ass. The room obviously had been acquired earlier for this tryst filming.

    A fourth cameraman, a towering black French Canadian, Eduard, was standing across the hotel room from the door to the corridor, video camera at the ready and stage lighting positioned around the room, focused on the king-sized bed, to catch the entrance of the three into the room and for Peter to close the door behind them as he and Horst embraced Emil in three-way kisses and fondling.

    Emil was sandwiched between the other two. They all remained dressed until this segment of film was blacked out, but Emil’s knees were raised onto the hips of the older American, Peter, he was facing, and the crotch of the German, Horst, was pressed into Emil’s buttocks from behind and all were rocking together to give the image that Peter and Horst would be fucking Emil in a double penetration if they had been naked.

    * * * *

    There was a distinctive formula to films produced by the American porn filmmaker Peter Wilson that caught viewers’ attention. They all featured him as a top, but, more arousingly, they all started with a bang—producing the most memorable and taxing of the sex scenes right off the top. There was a foreplay period of Peter and Horst working Emil—fondling and kissing him between them and getting him fully undressed—but they kept their own clothes on, with only their shirts unbuttoned and flared to show their muscular torsos and the flies open, with their quite-nice cocks out. So, typically a Peter Wilson movie ran in succession from what would be penetrative sex if all weren’t fully clothed, to what was penetrative sex while the bottom was naked and the top was (or tops were) fully clothed other than their shafts being freed, to full, naked sex. Typically, the movie concluded with the power top walking away from an exhausted and fully laid out bottom.

    Following the clothed humping scene of the introduction, the cameras came back on catching Emil, naked, kneeling before a clothed, standing Peter and sucking his cock, while Horst sat on the bed, nearby, clothed and stroking his cock. But the film quickly moved into the first, most unusual sex scene, with Peter, still clothed, lying on his back on the bed, and a naked Emil riding his cock in a cowboy, facing Peter’s head and palming Peter’s muscular pecs inside his flared shirt. Horst, still dressed, was riding Emil’s ass in a double penetration fuck from a kneeling position behind the naked Brazilian. His hands were palming Emil’s pecs and he, solid and heavily muscular, was doing the thrusting inside Emil.

    Emil was taking the two cocks with a great deal of grimacing, moaning, and writhing about. It wasn’t an act. He wasn’t a professional porn actor. They really were double fucking him with vigor. Part of the arousal for a viewer was that the two tops were so different physically. Emil was only doing this because there was a great deal of money involved. He had advertised for a paid hookup in Quebec City this afternoon on a gay dating site to add to his nest egg, and Peter Wilson, looking for a likely submissive for a movie, had jumped at the chance of doing the androgynously beautiful French-Brazilian and had made Emil an offer the young man couldn’t refuse.

    As he writhed between the two well-endowed men sharing him on the bed in the Château Frontenac Hotel room, Emil almost regretted having signed on for this. Peter hadn’t lied about what the scene entailed. The effort was too great, but the money was just too good—Emil’s goal of returning to Rio de Janeiro and upgrading his mother’s perfume shop was just too much closer to hand with this movie deal.

    After the two had finished him in a “he-naked-they-clothed” double penetration, Emil lay there, panting and moaning on the bed, stretched out and vulnerable, as, first Peter, now naked—tall, wiry, tightly muscular, smooth-bodied, and mature, stripped, grabbed Emil by the ankles and pulled the young man to the foot of the bed, his butt resting on the edge. Peter flared Emil’s legs, as Emil, groaning and scrabbling at the bedspread with his outstretched hands, trying to maintain traction, begged for mercy—again, not as an act—and Peter, holding the young man’s legs spread and raised, moved between his thighs, thrust inside him, with a long cock, and fucked the hell out of him.

    The two cameramen, the tattooed, rangy Chris and the dark, meaty Eduard, danced around the bed, taking in the action at all angles and expertly staying out of each other’s way.

    The young, bald, bodybuilder German, Horst, stood by the bed, naked, short, solid, slightly bow-legged, and blondly hirsute everywhere on his body except his head, and watched, licking his chops and pulling on his thick cock with the hand of an overlong, simian arm. No sooner had Peter come and stepped away from Emil, then Horst was there, turning a moaning Emil over, onto his knees at the foot of the bed, embracing the young Brazilian with his arms, pressing his face into Emil’s throat, and thrusting up inside him. The beefy German rode Emil long and hard, pulling the young man’s torso up into his chest. The camera angle was of slightly bowed, short legs and undulating plump buttocks, with the soles of Emil’s feet pressed into Horst’s thighs and the young man’s arms stretched out straight from his hidden body in a sacrificial position. The German’s low-hanging, hairy balls slapped against his thighs with his thrusts. The sound being caught left no question that Emil was taking a thick and vigorous cock. Panting and moaning, Emil, exhausted, just lay in the German’s embrace and took it—and took it and took it.

    He just fell forward, totally spent, when Horst had come and released him. The German stood back from the bed. Peter looked at the two cameramen. Eduard shook his head, but Chris nodded, handed Peter the camera, with Eduard recording him doing so, and shucked off his clothes. Chris climbed up onto the bed, dragging Emil further up onto the mattress with him, put Emil back in a doggie position, and fucked him. Before he was finished, Horst climbed up onto the bed, got Emil between him and Chris, and the film ended with Emil being double fucked one more time, all three of them naked, the contrast between the tattooed rangy guy, the honey-colored, androgynous French Brazilian, and the bodybuilder hirsute German delicious to the eyes of the cameras held by Peter and Eduard. There was no question that Emil was being exhausted and used totally.

    More than an hour of film had been taken. There was more than one movie in what they had filmed.

    They had paid Emil before they entered the hotel, and Peter added a tip to that, declaring that Emil had been great and giving Emil a business card. “We’d like to do it again with you,” he said. “You could be a porn star.”

    Emil kept the card, but he didn’t think he’d be doing this again—not a double penetration gangbang like this. It would age him too quickly, he thought.

    “You can keep the room for the night; it’s paid for,” Peter said, as the movie team returned from the shower, dressed, and packed up their cameras and lighting equipment. Emil, still stretched out on his back on the bed, totally wiped out and moaning lightly, mumbled something. He knew he couldn’t keep the room for the night, though. He had to be back on the Triumph II for the dinner service—within the next two and a half hours.

    Peter, Horst, and Chris were at the door, carrying the equipment, when Peter called out that they’d be down in the hotel bar when Eduard was done.

    When Eduard was done? Emil thought. Before he could have another thought, though, the movie crew was leaving, and Eduard, black, muscular, black bull hung, walked out of the bathroom, climbed up on the bed, gathered Emil up into his arms, put his cock into position, and thrust up inside Emil.

    The Brazilian cried out in surprise, moving into ecstasy, as the big-cocked black bull set up the rhythm of the master fuck. A camera was set up to capture the action. Another movie.

    * * * *

    “As you know, I’m staying on the ship tomorrow in Montreal during the changeover of passengers for the return cruise to Detroit,” Amanda VanClief said to Emil when she arrived at dinner that evening to be seated a bit earlier than her girlfriends were. “And as you also know, I’m taking the return cruise. You don’t have to serve a lunch that day, do you? You’re free, aren’t you? I asked about that at the pursers office and they said they would be on half staff because the old passengers will be gone and the new ones not yet on board.”

    “Yes, I’m sure I can be scheduled off, if you wish me too be,” Emil answered. He was looking past the woman to the head waiter, Jacques Odia, who was giving him a mean look. Odia was the one who would have to schedule workers for that lunch. There was only the crew and a few remaining passengers to feed for lunch the next day. He hadn’t announced the work schedule yet and hadn’t planned on giving Emil the afternoon off. He nearly said something, but then he caught Emil’s facial expression and understood something Emil had said to him earlier that day.

    This arrangement they had was a double-edged one, Emil had said. Jacques hadn’t thought about it at the time, but now he understood. Just as he had control over Emil, knowing what the young Brazilian’s game was here, Emil had a certain control over him too. Not only did he want to continue fucking Emil, but Emil could report him for many small crimes on board the cruise ship in addition to his covering Emil, and Jacques would be out of a cushy job.

    Jacques gave Emil a terse nod and moved off.

    “I’d like you to go into Montreal with me for the afternoon,” she said.

    “I would be quite happy to,” Emil responded.

    “You said earlier that the ship’s staff wasn’t permitted to mingle with the passengers in that way. So, I thought maybe—”

    “Technically that would be between cruises,” Emil said. And then he saw the opportunity to land her decisively. “Besides, I’ve become quite taken—quite attracted—to you. I am willing to take the risk and to suffer the consequences for the pleasure of being in your company.”

    The ploy worked a charm. He almost could see tears in her eyes. She leaned into him and whispered in his ear. “I desire you. You understand what I mean by that? Do you think—?”

    “I think there’s nothing I would like more than to try to satisfy you . . . sexually.”

    Trembly, obviously moved, she whispered, “I have a hotel room reserved. If you satisfy me, I have a proposition to make about your immediate future after this last cruise is over for the season.”

    Emil was determined that Amanda VanClief would be quite satisfied in that hotel room. He was a bit amused that it was in the Château Frontenac Hotel, on the same floor that he had made a movie earlier that afternoon—where he had prostituted himself just as he was about to do again. He wondered if he should tell her that he still had the key to one of those rooms in his possession. He most certainly wouldn’t tell her what he’d done in that room.


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  • Locked by brother

    I left my girlfriend’s house feeling very frustrated . I drove around thinking about my situation and my girlfriend call and tells me that I need to work out my problem with my brother she wants no part of it. I gone home feeling defeated and wait for my brother to return and tell him that my girlfriend want no part of this and I.am on my own.  I tell him my balls are sore all the time and that in will do what ever it takes to get relief. He says get over here and get on your knees and give me a blow job. I pull his cock out and start sucking it he reaches his full erect size of 7.5 inches. He starts fucking my mouth and every time he the back of my throat I start having “you will need to learn to control your gag reflexes” he shoot is load in my mouth but did not remove his cock he said we wait about 5 minutes for the rinse cycle. He started pissing in my mouth drink it all and don’t spill any too late already spilled some “you will be punished for that” now get in your bedroom and remove all your clothes. He came in with a pair of hand cuffs and lock my wrist to the head board and then strapped my chest and legs to the bed 

    I almost forgot need razor and shaving cream to clean you up. My brother shave my pubes off now let’s look too see how everything is doing. ” everything checks out ok ” 

    Time for your punishment because you spilled my piss you will be edged 5 fives and then locked back up, thus making you fill so horny you will want to rip your balls off. As promised he edged me to the point just before I cummed and stop he did this 5 times locked me back up and left the room. 

    I kept telling for him to come get me out of these restraints l, he said quite I am watching a movie and told him get me out of these cuffs right now you fucking asshole in hind sight that was a mistake because he put a ball gag in my mouth and left me until morning. 

    He came in and said you ready to give it another try. I mumble and shook my head yes. He removed the gag and restraints and said let get out to the couch and so you can give me another blow job and drink more of my piss but remember no spilling. I gave him another blow job and this time I didn’t spill “good job buddy” was his comment. 

    Same as yesterday I removed my clothes and he locked me to the bed but this time he didn’t strap my legs down I thought he forgot but he said we are going to do something different today. He edged me and stopped short of me cumming I stated that ‘you told me I would get relief” that is true bro but I didn’t say you could shoot your load. I will edge you a couple more times then I will milk you I told you no shooting your load for at least 6 month and I mean it. 

    He edged me 2 more times and then lift my legs and lubed my hole and begin to message my prostate with his finger I started to cinch my ass he stopped “no clinching to try to shoot ”  I want you load to ooze out your cock nothing more. Once my balls were drained he scooped up my com and feed it to me. He cleaned me up and locked my cock back into its cage.  “Try to make it the 30 days this time” but remember I get a blow job any time I want it understood. I said yes I got it. He release me from the restraints and out the door he went.


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  • Eventually you find the right one

    I learned the art of self gratification from a close bud when I was in my teens. He had learned it from his older brother and the three of us practiced it often, alone and all together.

    Then, toward the end of the school year, his older brother said he had tried something different and wanted to show us and have us try it. He took us out into the woods behind their house and we all stripped naked. Then he had us stand side by side and got on his knees in front of us and started sucking on our hard cocks, alternating back and forth between them.

    Needless to say, we both loved the feeling and when we were ready to shoot our load he insisted that we shoot it into his mouth. We watched as he collected one load and swallowed then took the second load and swallowed it. He said he liked the taste and asked if he could do it to us often and we both said yes.

    Then, a few days later I saw my buds older brother and invited him into the woods that afternoon and proceeded to suck him off. After tasting the delicious nectar, I knew I wanted more.

    Greg, the older brother, was only a year older than me and we became close, sucking each other often and not including his younger brother. Then, in his senior year of high school and my junior year, we started fucking each other in the ass.

    He graduated and left for college and when he came home for a weekend, we had sex as much as possible. It was on one such weekend that my dad had to work on Saturday, and we were in my room totally naked and in a hot sixty-nine when my dad walked in on us.

    I’m not sure how long my dad had been watching us, but when we noticed him, there was a huge bulge in is trousers. We tried to hide what we were doing but dad spoke up and said, “There is no need to stop or try to hide what your doing. I’ve been watching for several minutes.” Then, as he stepped closer to the bed, he looked at me and said, “Mark, I had no idea you were into this kind of action. How long has it been going on?”

    “Several years,” was my nervous reply, trying to hide my nudity and shrinking cock.

    “Well, since it appears that you seem to know what your doing and enjoying it I have just one question. May I join in?”

    “What?” I asked, as my dad quickly dropped his pants, revealing a beautiful long hard cock.

    “Fuck yea, Mr. Rivers. Get comfortable and join in.”

    We watched as my dad stripped totally nude and very casually began sucking my now hard cock then alternating and sucking Greg. After a few moments, he first began eating my ass, drilling his tongue in as far as possible then doing the same to Greg.

    Then, as he sucked Greg’s cock I couldn’t wait any longer and swallowed my dad’s hard cock and began sucking him, swallowing as much of his eight inches as possible.

    “Suck it, Mark. This is a fucking dream come true,” Dad said.

    Then, after he stopped sucking Greg, he said, “Fuck me, Greg, while Mark and I suck each other.”

    We got into a sixty-nine but before the sucking started, I watched as Greg buried his cock in my dad’s ass balls deep. “Oh, fuck, yes,” dad sighed.

    Dad and I both climaxed simultaneously as Greg shot his load in my dad’s ass. Dad then looked at our still hard cocks and said, “Son, you fuck me and shoot your load in me while I suck a load out of Greg. Seconds later my cock was in my dad’s ass, as he sucked Greg’s still hard cock.

    Dad and I kissed passionately as Greg sucked my load out of my dad’s ass. Then, as we lay cuddled together I asked dad when he started.

    Smiling, he said, “I was sixteen and my first cock was my dad.”

    “How did it start?” I asked.

    “You may not believe this but it started when he caught me watching him and my mom have sex.”

    “What happened?” I asked.

    “My dad said something to Mom and went into the bathroom. He then sneaked up behind me, totally naked and asked me if I wanted to join in. He took me into his bedroom and I was told that it wasn’t ugly or bad to have sex with your parents. It was a way for a family to show their love for each other.”

    “So did you join in?” I asked.

    “Oh, yes. I fucked my mom, ate her pussy, she and dad sucked me, dad fucked me. It was almost a daily thing. Sometimes when I came in from school, mom would be naked and finger fucking herself waiting on me to mount her. Some evenings, I would fuck mom then while I ate my own cum out of her cunt dad would fuck me.”

    “Then after a couple of months,” he continued, “my dad’s brother and his wife and my cousin, Sara, would visit. We’d all have a big orgy, having sex. Sometimes the guys would have a three way while the women ate each others pussy. Other times we guys would take turns fucking all the females. I loved eating our cum out of the women after they had been fucked. I started looking forward to my dad and uncle both fucking my ass.”

    Greg spoke up and asked, “Do you still have sex with your brother and his family?”

    “My niece married and moved across the country and my brothers wife left him and married a female classmate of hers, but he and I have sex often. Mark, you will love fist fucking his ass. He loves it.”

    Since my mom had been killed in an auto accident, it was just dad and I at home so I suggested that dad invite him over for the weekend.

    Dad made a phone call and soon announced that my uncle, Clay, would be over Friday evening. He didn’t tell him that I would be naked and waiting when he arrived.

    Dad and I had sex daily for the rest of the week and Friday arrived and I looked forward to seeing Clay naked. He worked out regularly at the gym and was also hairy chested, which I loved.

    Clay arrived shortly after five with me hiding in my bedroom out of site. Dad let him in and as dad closed the door, Clay asked, “Where’s Mark?”

    “He’ll be here shortly,” dad replied.

    With that being said, Clay wrapped his arms around dad and tongue kissed him passionately, with dad gladly returning the passion.

    As they kissed and groped each others crotch, I stepped into the room, totally naked and my cock rock hard and said, “Hey, Clay. What’s up?”

    Clay froze, staring at me then finally managed t say, “What the fuck is going on?”

    Dad smiled and said, “It’s cool. He plays and knows everything about us.”

    “Well, then,” Clay began, “why don’t we get comfortable with him,” he said as I noticed the bulge begin to grow in his pants.

    Dad and Clay both stripped there in the living room and as soon as clay was naked, I stepped up to him and tongue kissed him as dad watched.

    When we parted, Clay smiled and as he grasped my hard cock, said, “I hope you’re a multiple shooter before going soft.”

    “He is,” Dad replied.

    Clay smiled and said, “I can’t decide if I want him in my ass or mouth first.”

    “Well, if it means anything, his loads sure are tasty,” dad replied.

    “That settles it,” Clay said, taking my hand and leading me to the sofa, where he had me sit down before getting between my legs and swallowing my hard cock.

    As Clay sucked my cock, dad knelt next to me and I began sucking his hard cock. Clay glanced up and saw the action and paused to say, “What a beautiful fucking sight. Dad-son sex is such a turn on,” then returned to sucking my cock.

    After I had fed Clay two large loads and dad fed me his, I then drained Clay and devoured his thick creamy load. I then had him turn around and bend over and when he did, I spread his ass cheeks and began tongue fucking and licking his beautiful hole. As I did, he moaned in pleasure. “I can’t wait to feel you in me, both your cock and your fist,” he said.

    When I started to leave the room, Clay asked,. “Where are you going?”

    “I’m going to take a piss,” I replied.

    “Whenever I’m here, I’m your urinal. Now get over hear and let me have it,” Clay demanded.

    I agreed and suggested we go out into the back yard. There were no homes behind us and there was almost seventy-five feet between the homes, plus, we had a ten foot fence around our yard.

    Clay dropped to his knees and I fed him my piss load and watched as he eagerly swallowed every drop. Then when dad said he needed to piss, I confessed to them that I loved golden showers, not only on my body but also in my face.

    I dropped to my knees and moments later both men began hosing me down with their hot yellow nectar. I made sure I got it in my face also and decided to see what it taste like.

    I collected mouthful and savored the tangy salty flavor and decided it wasn’t half bad. I looked at them, smiled, and swallowed, as they continued pissing on me.

    Once back inside, Clay had dad lay on the floor and after he had, Clay sat on his cock, facing dad. He then leaned forward and told me to slide my cock up his ass with my dad’s. Seconds later both our cocks were buried in Clay’s ass.

    I began to piston in and out, rubbing my cock against my dad’s and the action soon brought us both to a roaring climax at the same time. Then, with our cum as lube, Clay had me fist fuck him and soon he was firing huge amounts of cum out onto is belly and chest.

    Dad smiled as he looked at me and said, “Son, we can’t let this good load go to waste, can we?”

    Smiling back, I said, “No, sir, we cant.” and with that we both began to lick the cum off of Clay and swallow what we licked up.

    We stayed nude all weekend and most of the time was spent having sex in some form. One of my favorites was getting fucked by one of them while I engaged in a sixty-nine with the other.

    On Sunday afternoon, dad let me invite Greg over to join in on our family fun and dad and Clay loved watching Greg and I make out and suck and fuck each other.

    Dad and I had sex daily, and on weekends Clay and sometimes Greg would join in. I loved watching two brothers, Dad and Clay, suck and fuck each other.

    After graduating high school, I was fortunate enough to room with one of the hottest players on the football team, Jim Roberts.

    He was already settled into the room when I arrived . It wasn’t for another week before I discovered he was into male sex also.

    I arrived at our dorm room unexpectedly and walked in on him jerking off with one hand while fucking himself with a dildo in the other. We were both caught off guard but smiled when I asked if he would refer the real thing in his ass.

    “Mark, will you keep my secret?” he asked, as I began stripping.

    “I will, if you will keep mine and play often,” I replied.

    “Is at least nightly often enough?” he asked as I continued stripping off my clothes.

    Once I was totally naked, I lay beside him and we kissed passionately before he said, “Fuck me. I want to feel the real thing shooting off in me.”

    “When was the last time you had the real thing up your ass?” I asked as I got between his raised legs.

    “Three weeks ago, the night before I left to come to school,” he replied.

    “Same here. I had a hot three way before I left home.”

    “Tell me later, Mark. Right now, I need you to fuck my brains out. I’ve wanted your big cock in me since the first time I saw you nude.”

    He pulled his knees to his chest and as I entered his hole, he pulled me to him and we began kissing passionately, swapping spit and sucking on my tongue.

    As we kissed and made out, I fucked his ass slowly but steadily. As I did, he told me how great it felt.

    After a few moments, he asked, “Do you like to sixty-nine?”

    “Jim, if it has to do with sex, I do it. I suck, fuck, get sucked, get fucked, rim, and drink piss, and I love long hot make out sessions.”

    “Mark, I think we’re going to be great roommates.”

    “I know we are,” I replied.

    Our first session consisted of a long make out session kissing and fondling each other before having a short sixty-nine session then fucking each other. After that first day we had sex no less than twice a day, sometimes oral and sometimes anal and sometimes one of each.

    After our first month as roommates, I told Jim that my dad was visiting for the weekend and I would like them to meet.

    “You’re paying a home game that weekend and after the game we can go out to eat then visit at dad’s motel room,” I suggested.

    “Sounds good,” he said, “just as long as we have sex when we get back to the dorm.”

    “I promise you that we will have sex,” I told him, omitting that it would be a three way with dad at the motel.

    Dad had met me at the stadium and after the game the three of us had dinner and dad excused himself early and returned to his hotel room so he could be nude when we arrived.

    Jim and I lingered for a while then headed for the motel. Dad had given me a key to his room and when we entered he was in the bathroom as we had planned.

    Once the door was shut and locked, dad came out of the bathroom, totally naked and his cock rock hard and said, “I’m ready for some action.”

    Jim froze and after a moment said, “What the fuck!”

    I broke out in laughter and said, “Jim, my dad plays also and this was all planned. Shall we get comfortable?”

    “Hell yes,” he replied as he began stripping.

    “You don’t mind me pulling this joke on you , do you?” I asked.

    “Not if I get to have sex with a father and son,” he replied.
    I’ve been with brothers before but never a father and son.”

    In a flash, Jim was totally nude and kneeling in front of my dad, licking his cock and balls. As I stepped up next to dad, Jim grasped my hard cock as he swallowed dads. After alternating between our cocks for a few minutes, he stopped and said, “I want you fucking me face and your dad fucking my ass.”

    After dad fucked Jim, I licked up the cum as it drained out and fed part of it to Jim. We spent hours sucking, fucking , kissing, and rimming before Jim returned to the dorm. However, he did return the next day for an encore performance.

    Through out our college life, Jim spent many weekends with dad and I and even after he went pro, we still had sex with him. I loved watching him on TV when his team was playing and thinking, ‘I’ve sucked his cock and fucked his ass.’

    After college, I went to work for a construction company and since I had a degree, I was put with a construction crew as a supervisor. Immediately, I became infatuated with the crew foreman.

    His name was Brad Sims and he was in his late thirties and married. He was built almost like Charles Atlas and was hairy and damn handsome. And from the bulge in his jeans, nicely endowed. And for some reason, we immediately hit it off.

    About a month after starting work, one Saturday, I decided to visit an adult video store and watch some movies in the arcade area. I found a vacant booth and went in. I started looking for a hot movie with two or more males and once I found one, I extracted my growing cock and began stroking it.

    After a moment, I felt warm air blowing across my cock and when I looked down, I noticed a hole in the partition and a tongue sticking through it. Learning that this establishment had glory holes, I knew that I would be a regular customer.

    I turned and stepped up to the hole and as I did, the mouth pulled away and as I slipped my cock through the hole a warm wet mouth swallowed it.

    I let him suck me for a few moments then pulled back and motioned for him to put his cock through the hole. He did and I immediately began sucking the thick uncut tool.

    We went back and forth for several minutes and he eventually climaxed and fed me a huge thick load. Immediately, I saw his mouth at the hole and I put my cock through and soon he was devouring my load. It was so erotic, not knowing whose cock I had sucked or who had sucked me.

    I waited at my door and as soon as I heard the man open the door to his booth, I opened my door. We stepped out at the same time and upon seeing each other, we both froze.

    Standing in front of me was Brad Sims, the crew foreman of the crew I was supervisor of. Looking into each others eyes, he said softly, “Holy shit. I just blew my boss.”

    “Well, I blew my foreman,” I replied. “Let’s go outside and have a talk.”

    Once outside and sitting in my car, he said casually, “I’ve wanted you but never dreamed you played.”

    “Well, just so you know, I’ve wanted you also, but may I ask a question?” I said.

    “Sure,” he replied.

    “Does your wife know about your outside activities?” I asked.

    “Does she know? Man, she loves watching me suck another guys cock or take him up my ass. In turn I love watching other guys fuck her and her eating another woman’s pussy. When we manage to find two guys together, we both get fucked at the same time and I eat the other guys load out of her cunt. I’d love to watch my boss fuck her.”

    “Well, Brad, you might be disappointed. I’ve never fucked pussy before. Only men’s asses,” I told him.

    “Oh, man, I’d love to eat your cum out of her cunt,” he told me. “After Pam met you when you joined the company, she commented that she thought you might play and would love to have you join us.”

    “When did you two start playing together?” I asked.

    “Our freshman year of college. We were dating and didn’t know each other played. Then, one day I walked in on her brother blowing another student in the library restroom. He and I started doing each other regularly and after about a month their parents were going to be out of town and she had a girlfriend coming over for sex. He invited me over but didn’t tell me about them being there. He and I were naked and blowing each other when they walked in both naked. We ended up n a four way that weekend. We have been at it ever since.”

    “What’s is like watching your own wife having sex with another person?” I asked.

    “It fucking turns me on big time,” he replied, “especially if I get to join in. Come over tonight and let’s let her watch. She loves watching me get fucked, especially by big cocks like yours.”

    “Fuck it! Why not. I’ve wanted to fuck your ass since we met. Why not let her watch.” I told him.

    “She’s visiting her mother this afternoon, so let’s go to my place and be going at it when she gets home,” he suggested.

    I wanted his ass and didn’t care if anyone watched or not so I agree, and followed him to his place, leaving my car parked on the street.

    We stripped and were in the den when we heard the garage door opening. He quickly got on the floor and started sucking my cock and it was a huge turn on being able to watch him suck me. Looking at Brad, no one would ever dream he was into men. He was all man on the outside.

    Stepping through the door and seeing us, she smiled and said, “Damn, baby, you got your wish, but I hope I get some of it.”

    Brad paused and said, “You know we always share.”

    Pam quickly removed her pants and top and I noticed that was all she had on; no bra or panties. Seconds later she was sitting besides me, and as we kissed and made out, Brad was going back and forth sucking me and eating her pussy.

    After a few minutes, Pam insisted on tasting my cock and as she started sucking me, Brad stood on the sofa next to me and began fucking my face.

    Although I had never been with a female, I became more and more curious as to what it was like. After a few moments, I looked and Brad and suggested we take turns eating her pussy. Upon hearing my suggestion, Pam quickly headed for the bedroom with Brad and I following.

    Laying on the center of the bed, Pam spread her legs wide and said, “Go for it guys. It’s all yours.”

    Brad spread her pussy lips apart and began licking her clit saying that was her most sensitive part. Then he let me have a turn and as I licked her clit and shoved my tongue deep into her pussy, she moaned and squirmed.

    After a moment, she cried out, “Somebody fuck me!”

    Brad looked at me and said, “Go for it, boss.”

    I quickly got into position and slid my cock into her hungry cunt and as I did, Brad slipped his cock into my mouth. Moments later, Brad began to moan saying he was close to shooting his load. I was also drawing near to my climax.

    A moment later Brad fed me his load and told me to share it with he and Pam. I did and fed him some in a cum kiss then fed Pam the remainder. Moments later I shot my load into Pam’s pussy and after I was drained, I pulled out and immediately Brad began eating my cum out of her. Once he had it all, he fed me shared it with Pam and I.

    Pam spoke up and said, “I hope this becomes a regular thing. I can’t wait to have you both fuck me at the same time.”

    I looked questioningly at Brad and he smiled and said, “She loves it in the ass also. We both do.”

    As the three of us lay in their king size bed, Pam and Brad fondled my cock as I had his cock in my left hand and fingered her pussy with my right.

    Pam smiled and asked, “Can you stay the night?”

    “I don’t see why not,” I replied.

    “Great,” she said. “I want to watch you fuck Brad.”

    Brad smiled and after he said he wanted to get fucked by his boss, he looked at me and asked, “Can I tell her your secret?”

    “I don’t care,” I replied.

    Smiling, he said, “Baby, you’re the first female he has ever had sex with.”

    “Well, your damn good at fucking. It’s yours anytime you want it. Even on your lunch break while Brad’s at work.”

    I looked at Brad and as I did he smiled and said, “We’ve got friends, both male and female that stop by during the day. Have you noticed I usually disappear at lunch. I’m usually sucking cock or getting fucked.”

    “Maybe we can have lunch together sometime,” I said.

    “Hell, yea! You’ll enjoy what I have for lunch.”

    “So you don’t mind that she lets other guys fuck her when you’re not around?” I asked.

    “Nope, not at all. She has sex with her male and female friends during the day and I do the same, but evenings we have sex together. Sometimes it is just the two of us and other times it is with friends like you.”

    “So if I decided I wanted to fuck her, I could stop by while your at work and fuck her?”

    “Sure,” Brad replied.

    “I’ve heard of open marriages and relationships but you win the prize for the most open.”

    “Well, right now, boss, I need to get fucked and I’d prefer your cock in my ass rather that her strap-on.”

    “Her strap-on?” I asked.

    “This,” she said pulling a big rubber cock attached to a belt from under the bed.

    Smiling, I said, “Well, if you fuck me with that while I fuck him, it will make me fill him with a much bigger load.”

    They looked at each other and said simultaneously, “Let’s do it.”

    Pam strapped on her cock and as soon as I had my cock buried in her husband’s ass, she slid her dildo deep into mine.

    “Oh, fuck, I’m in heaven,” I said.

    As I fucked Brad with my cock, the motion gave the effect of Pam fucking me with her strap-on and it was awesome. Soon, I climaxed in Brad’s ass and Pam quickly extracted the dildo from my ass, immediately diving in and sucking my cum out of her husbands ass. Once she had it all, the three of us kissed and shared it.

    We decided to shower together and that’s when I found out that they were also piss drinkers like me. Each of us fed the other two our built up piss loads.

    Then, before I left, Pam said she wanted us both to fuck her at the same time. She had me lay on the bed and after laying on top of me with my cock in her cunt, she had Brad come in from behind and slide his cock into her along with mine.

    With his cock rubbing against mine we both soon climaxed, filling her with two huge loads. After we were drained, she rolled to the side and spread her legs wide and said, “Desert is served.”

    We dove in and took turns licking up our cum as it drained out of her pussy. Afterward, dressed and left, knowing I wanted an encore.

    Monday at work, Brad acted as if we hadn’t seen each other since the end of work Friday, asking how my weekend was. I said it was great and he invited me to have lunch with him. I quickly agreed.

    Shortly before lunch, he said, “We might run over our allotted hour.”

    Smiling, I said I would handle it. Then, when lunch arrived, I told Brad’s assistant, that I was going to lunch with Brad, but I needed to make a stop on the way back so we might be running late and for him to handle things.

    We grabbed a couple of burgers and ate them as he drove, eventually pulling up to an old abandoned warehouse. He pulled in through the open overhead door and killed the engine.

    Seconds later an state patrol vehicle pulled into the warehouse behind brad’s truck and when it did I said, “Oh shit! What now?”

    A tall extremely muscular patrol officer stepped out of the car and walked toward us. Without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed Brad passionately.

    After the kiss, Brad introduced me as his boss and that I did it all. I was then greeted with a hot wet kiss as the officer rubbed my crotch bringing me to a full erection.

    After the kiss, he smiled and said, “I’m Ken.”

    “I’m Mark,” I replied as Ken reached out and began rubbing my boner through my pants.

    Ken spoke up, saying, “When Brad said he was bringing someone with him, I decided that while I sucked one the other could fist fuck my ass.”

    “That’s fine with me,” I said, but I want to suck your load out of you.”

    “It’s all yours,” Ken said as he removed his utility belt then stripped off his pants. After handing us latex gloves to use when fisting his ass, he said to me, “I want you first.”

    As I slid my hand into his hot hole, he began sucking Brad’s cock. Then, with Brad leaning toward me, e kissed ad I fisted the cop.

    I had never been with a cop before and I was more turned on that I had been in a while. Soon, Brad fed the cop his load and we traded positions only this time Ken and I lay on an old crate in a sixty-nine position and sucked each other while Brad fisted Ken’s ass. After eating each others loads, I sucked Brad off while Ken dressed.

    Before leaving, as Brad took a piss in the warehouse, Ken and I stepped outside and he handed me a card with his private cell number on the back, saying, “I’d like to see you one on one.”

    “You available tonight?” I asked.

    “Yep, and tomorrow,” he replied.

    “I’ll call you later,” I said just before Brad joined us.

    We watched as Ken’s patrol car pulled out onto the road, and I asked, “How the hell did you meet him?”

    “About six months ago, Pam and I were cruising the rest area outside of town, having sex with the truckers. She had found one and they were fucking in his sleeper while I took another out into the woods to blow him. Ken caught us in the woods and after I blew the trucker he and I blew each other. We have been seeing each other a couple times a week since then.”

    “Does Pam join in?” I asked.

    “She wants to but he wants nothing to do with pussy, and only occasionally lets her watch.”

    I didn’t let on that I had Ken’s private number, and mid afternoon, I called and set up a date for that evening, telling him to wear his uniform.

    Then, later, I called Brad and told him that something had come up and I was taking the next day off and he would be in charge.

    Ken arrived about seven and when I answered the door totally naked, he smiled and said, “You certainly know how to welcome a guest.”

    Once inside, he immediately stripped out of his uniform and I got to see his awesome, muscular, hairy body in it’s full glory. Above his left nipple was a U.S.M.C. tattoo.

    “You a Marine?” I asked.

    “Yea, I was a cop in the service and decided to do the same when I was discharged.”

    “Did you have sex in the military?” I asked.

    “Hell yea. Mostly with officers. There is more man on man sex in the military than people can imagine.”

    “Well, we have all night tonight and all day tomorrow,” I told him.

    “Just so you know, the only thing I do not do is scat. I’ll eat your ass all you want but I won’t eat what comes out of it unless it is my cum draining out after I fuck you.”

    “Same here,” I replied, and with that he took me in his arms and tongue kissed me passionately, before leading me to the sofa.

    Once on the sofa, Ken began giving me a full body tongue bath, lovingly licking every inch of my naked body. His passion was driving me wild, making me want so return the pleasure, but he insisted that I relax and let him service me.

    Then, after a half hour, he began sucking me in earnest and as I neared my climax, he would stop. Them after a few moments, he would return to sucking me. After bringing me to the edge three times, on the fourth time, as I neared my climax, he didn’t stop.

    Then suddenly, I cried out as my cock exploded sending copious amounts of my semen into his mouth, which he calmly collected, before finally swallowing every drop.

    Once I was drained, we kissed and afterward smiled and said, “That’s only the first round.”

    I then proceeded to do to him what he had done tome and when I finally let him climax, I never dreamed my mouth could accommodate so much cum, and I took my time swallowing it.

    Then, as we cuddled together, I said, “May I ask you a personal question?”

    “Do you ever get any action when you are on duty?”

    “Smiling, he said. “Occasionally, and then it‘s usually from truckers.”

    “How do you go abut getting the sex?” I asked.

    “It’s usually after I’ve stopped them for speeding or some other traffic offense and they say they will do anything to avoid a ticket. I then ask them what they are willing to do to avoid a ticket. I make them tell me what they will do.”

    “What do they offer?” I asked.

    “It’s always to either blow me or let me fuck them,” he replied.

    “I asked you to wear your uniform because having sex with guys in uniform is a big turn on for me. It doesn’t matter if it’s cops, firemen, or military,” I told him.

    “Would you like that tonight?” he asked. “I know one of each that would probably like to join in.”

    “And all use me at the same time?” I asked.

    “If that’s what you want. I’ve been with them all before and they do it all, oral or anal.”

    “Fuck, Ken, let’s do it,” I said.

    He made three phone calls and then said, “The fireman and a Marine recruiter are on the way but the city cop will be here in as soon as he gets off in half hour.” then he smiled and said, “As you requested, they will all be in uniform.”

    The recruiter, Dave, arrived first and minutes after him was the firemen, Luke. As I kissed and fondled them, Ken rimmed my ass some. Then a few minutes later, Jake, the city cop, arrived.

    Once they were all there, I had them standing side by side and said, “Whip them out, gentlemen.”

    Each man extracted his cock from his pants and stood in a semi-circle around me. As I dropped to my knees, they began to kiss each other.

    I went from cock to cock, sucking each one, eager to taste their delicious cum loads. Later I was going to have all four loads shot up my ass.

    As the four men kissed, I alternated between their cocks and soon got my first load from Dave, the Marine recruiter. After devouring his load, Jake, the city cop was next, followed shortly later by Luke, the fireman, then Ken, my state cop. Moments later all four fed me a large, delicious piss load.

    Unexpectedly, the four men surrounded me and all began licking me and fondling my cock and ass. Two worked on my cock while the other two ate my ass. Then after a few moments they traded places. Needless to say, I was fucking enjoying the attention.

    After a few minutes, Dave spoke up and said he wanted to get fisted, but wanted to try and take two fist at the same time. He checked out hand sizes and chose Ken and I to have the honors, while he tongue fucked Jake and Luke.

    We got both our hands up his tight hole and he said it felt awesome. Using his cell phone, Luke took pictures f the event and sent them to each of us.

    A short while later, Jake said his wife, a nurse at a local hospital, would be getting off work and he needed to be home when she got there. He admitted that she had no idea he loved sex with other men.

    Soon, the others left also leaving Ken and I to have the rest of the night and following day to ourselves. However, later I got a text message from Dave, the Marine, asking me to call him when I had a chance.

    For the rest of the night and following day, there wasn’t anything that Ken and I didn’t do. For the entire time, we used each other as our urinal, and when we finally went to sleep, my right fist was almost elbow deep in his ass.

    Then, before he left, I gave him a final blow job with him in his state police uniform. He did tell me the area he patrolled and said any night I was in the mood to text him where I would be and he would join me. He even offered to share a trucker with me.

    The following weekend, Dave spent it with me and had me double fist his hole. After clasping my fingers of each hand together, I slipped them up his ass an inch past my wrist as he moaned in pleasure.

    I found out that the more pain he was in the more erotic he got making him shoot bigger cum loads. With both fist up his ass, his cum load was almost more than I could swallow, but I managed and it was delicious.

    The Monday after the orgy with the four guys, I told Brad about it and the following day he said that he would love to watch Pam take them all on one after the other, and that she was wanting it also.

    “She is really wanting to watch me suck all you guys one after the other. She’s watched me drain three guys but not five.”

    I promised to see if I could arrange it.

    Two weeks later it was arranged and Brad and I along with Luke, Jake, Dave, and Ken, all fucked Pam one after the other with brad sucking each load out of her cunt. Then Pam watched the five of us guys fuck her husband one after the other. I was the first to fuck him and Dave was the last. While Dave was fucking him I joined in and we double fucked him with Pam’s cheering.

    The house immediately next to me had been vacant for a while and one Saturday I noticed a realtor there showing the house to a young hot looking man I assumed was in his late twenties or early thirties.

    After showing the house both men left and two weeks later the man returned, alone, and went into the house. I was working in my yard and when he came out, I introduced myself and found that his name was Joe Baker. I welcomed him to the neighborhood and learned that he was single.

    Joe pretty much kept to himself and after eight months or so we were becoming better friends. He had a small dog and when he said he was going on vacation, I asked if he was taking the dog. He smiled and said, “No, my son is going to keep him for me.

    In disbelief, I said, “Your son? How old is he?”

    Smiling, he said, “Twenty-one.”

    “No fucking way,” I replied. “You’re not old enough to have a son tht old.”

    Smiling, he said, “Well, I do.”

    “Joe,” I asked, “just how old are you?”

    With an even bigger smile he said, “Forty-two.”

    I admitted that I figured his age to be about thirty at the most. And the better I got to know him the more I wanted to get him in bed. But How?

    After a month or so trying to find a way to offer my ‘services’ I decided to do it anonymously. Using my computer, I typed out a note telling him that I had been admiring him from afar and would love to have the opportunity to get him in bed and give him oral sex. He could write his response on the bottom of the note and tape it to his garage door for me to retrieve at a later date.

    In the dark of night, wearing latex gloves, I slipped the folded sheet into an envelope and taped it to the windshield of his truck. The following evening near dusk, I saw the envelope taped to his garage door.

    My heart began to race and I was anxious to know what his response was, but decided to wait a day or so. On Friday evening, I was arriving home as he was leaving. We talked casually for a few minutes when he said he had to leave to meet friends for dinner.

    I watched as he left and as soon as it was totally dark, I dressed in black and drove down the street and parked. Jogging back up the street, I detoured into his drive, ripped the envelope off the garage door and continued jogging around the block.

    Once back at my car, I switched shirts and returned home, anxious to read his response. Once in the privacy of my own home, I opened the envelope and nervously extracted the message, and began reading Joe’s response.

    “Your request was totally unexpected and caught me totally off guard. In my younger days, a lady I dated asked if she could service me orally and I agreed. After a few moments, she stopped and said she couldn’t do it even though I tried to convince her it was feeling great. I have often wondered what it would be like to be serviced orally to completion. I’ve heard men are better at it that women. If you are serious about your request, let me know and I will grant you your wish.”

    I read his reply several times, not believing that he was agreeing to let me suck his cock. I now had to decide on how to go about letting him know it was my note. I finally decided on what I was going to do.

    I waited several days, and one Friday got to talking to Joe out in the yard and invited him over for dinner Saturday. We agreed that he would come over early and bring some beer and we would watch the ballgame, then I’d grill some steaks.

    Shortly before he arrived, I positioned his response to me on the bar, partially hidden by other papers, but definitely visible when he sat down. I wondered what his response would be when he saw it. I knew it was a gamble but I had to take the chance.

    Joe arrived shortly before two with a six pack and a snack tray. After extracting two beers, I put the remainder on ice and had him put the snack tray on the bar.

    I had immediately noticed his attire which consisted of shorts and a sport shirt only partially buttoned, revealing his muscular chest coated with dark hair.

    We watched the game and afterward, as I prepared the steaks for grilling, Joe said, “May I ask a personal question?”

    “Sure,” I replied.

    “How long have you been wanting to have sex with me?”

    “What?” I asked, then noticed him picking up the message he had left for me.

    “When did you figure it out?” I asked.

    “As soon as I walked in and saw the letter on the bar, partially hidden,” he replied.

    “Does that affect our friendship?” I asked.

    “No, not at all,” he said. “ In fact, I’ve been curious for years, but never acted on it.”

    “Curious about what,” I asked.

    “You cook the steaks and I’ll tell you,” he began.

    He said that about twenty years or so earlier, he and his girlfriend went out with is best bud and his girlfriend. On the way home, he said that they decided to have sex, and his girlfriend suggested that she and his date give the guys a blow job.

    He said his date admitted that she had never done it before but would try. He said he and his bud dropped their pants and the girls started blowing them. He said his buds girlfriend went to completion and swallowed but his date stopped half way through and insisted on being taken home.

    “It was feeling awesome,” he said, “but I never got to climax. I have always wanted to be sucked to completion and see what it’s like. Then when I read your note, I thought I was dreaming. I didn’t know it was you but I was hoping it was someone I knew.”

    “May I ask how long you have been having sex with men?” Joe said.

    “I started jerking with a close friend who was also a classmate back in my teens. Then that same year his brother gave us oral and then we started doing each other. I never fucked a pussy until a couple of years ago when I had a three way with a coworker and his wife.”

    “Mother fuck!” he exclaimed. “You fucked his wife in front of him?”

    “Yep and she watched he and I service each other.” I replied.

    “You mean she watched you two suck each other?”

    “And fuck each other.” I replied honestly, noticing the bulge in his shorts growing.

    “I’d love to fuck a woman with her husband watching,” he said.

    I didn’t say it but if things worked out I might offer to let him join in the next time I met up with Brad and Pam. I knew that they would enjoy it.

    We ate our dinner and after cleaning up the dishes, he said, “I’m ready when you are.”

    I decided that from his reactions during our chat, I wasn’t going to hold back anything. I felt sure he was more curious than he let on.

    Stepping up to him, I began to unbutton his shirt and as I slipped it off his shoulders, I leaned in and began kissing him. As I offered my tongue, surprisingly, he opened his mouth and offered his to me.

    After letting his shirt fall to the floor, we continued kissing as I began teasing his nipples and as I did, he moaned softly. As I began unbuckling his shorts, he began unbuttoning my short, as he kissed me more passionately.

    After removing my shirt, he quickly began working on my pants and as they fell to the floor, he discovered I was commando and grasped my rock hard cock. After stepping our of our pants, I led him to the den and sat him on the sofa.

    As I sat next to him, he immediately turned to me and began kissing me again as his right hand grasped my rock hard cock. After a moment, I broke the kiss and leaned over and began sucking one nipple then the other before going lower with my tongue, then quickly swallowing his cock balls deep.

    As I did, he cried out “Oh, Fuck!” and raised his hips toward my face. I began to piston up and down on his cock as he moaned audibly.

    Then, in a flash, he pulled me off his cock, kissed me, then leaned forward and swallowed my cock. As he began to work his head up and down, I said, “That’s not necessary, but I am enjoying it.”

    After a moment, I stopped him and when I did, he said, “I finally realized that I have been curious about this for years. I want to do it all.”

    “Well, then, do you have any plans for the weekend?” I asked.

    “Not a one,” he replied.

    “Well, then, why don’t you spend it naked and with me?” I asked.

    “I’d like that,” he replied.

    I stood up and went to the entertainment center and said, “Why don’t I show you all that men do together.”

    I located a DVD that showed several men in an orgy engaging in oral, anal, fisting, and all water sports.

    After watching the video, I said, “Is there anything your wanting to do first?”

    “Yes, there is. I want to feel you climax in my moth. I want to taste your load.”

    “And I want yours, so why don’t we do each other.”

    As he smiled, I led him to my bedroom and moments later we were in our first sixty-nine. Joe climaxed first and went into spasms but returned to normal then eagerly brought me to my climax, devouring my load.

    After we had both climaxed, he looked at me and said, “I can’t believe I just sucked my first cock and ate the load.”

    “Well, you did,” I replied then asked, “What did you think of it?”

    “Getting sucked to completion was awesome, and you can do it to me anytime you want. As far as sucking another man, it was different but a turn on. I not only liked it but liked the taste of your cum load. I hope this isn’t just a one time thing.”

    “Well, since you seemed to enjoy it so much, how would you like to stay naked with me all weekend and have sex whenever we want?”

    “Count me in,” he quickly replied.

    “Well, when we’re ready for more, how would you like to fuck me?” I’d love to feel your cock buried in my ass.”

    “Perfect,” he replied. “I’ll be able to see which is best, a woman’s pussy or a man’s ass.”

    “I didn’t fuck my first pussy until about eight months ago. It was good but I thing a man’s ass is tighter,” I told him.

    “No shit? You went that long without fucking a cunt? Who did you fuck?”

    Smiling, I said, “One of my co-worker’s wife,” I replied.

    “No shit?” he said. “How did that come about?”

    “He and is wife are both bi and once when he and I were having sex he said he would like to watch me fuck his wife. I admitted that I had never fucked a female and he insisted we have a three way. He watched me fuck her then he ate my load out of her cunt. Later she masturbated while watching he and I suck each other. She said she loved watching him suck other men. And he loves watching her eat other women’s cunts.”

    “I think I’d like sucking a guy while fucking his wife,” Joe said.

    “Maybe I can set it up so you can suck both he and I while fucking his wife,” I replied. “And maybe even let her watch you fuck him.”

    “I’d like that,” he replied.

    “He also loves getting fucked in his ass while fucking her. After we did that I sucked his load out of her cunt as she moaned in pleasure. I know for a fact that she would love all three of us fucking her one after the other.”

    “I’m available any weekend,” he said before leaning in and kissing me.

    We began fondling each others cock and soon we were both fully erect again, and as I stroked him I said, “I sure would love that up my ass. You in the mood to fuck your first man?”

    “You bet,” he replied.

    I gave him instructions then handed him a tube of lube. Once he had his cock and my ass ready, I lay on my back and pulled my knees to my chest. Smiling, I said, “My man pussy awaits.”

    He got into position and pressed his cock against my hole and after a second or so, the head began to enter me and it felt awesome. He went slow as I had instructed but as he went deeper he moaned softly and said, “I’ve never fucked a pussy this tight. It feels awesome.”

    “It feels awesome to me also,” I told him.

    A couple of seconds later he was in me balls deep and as I locked my legs around him and kissed him, he moaned softly.

    I released my legs and held then to me and said, “Now, fuck me and deposit your seed in me. I want to feel you shoot.”

    “Gladly,” he replied as he began to piston in and out of my hole.

    “Damn, Joe, I’ve wanted this since the first day I saw you,” I said.

    “Well, I’m just glad you left me that note. This is becoming the best sex I’ve had in years.”

    Moments later he began to breath heavier and said, “I’m close.”

    “Do it. I want to feel you shoot your load in me.”

    Seconds late he made a hard thrust into me and cried out as his cock exploded, filling my ass with his cream. Once his climax subsided, he collapsed onto my chest and after a short moment, he moved in and kissed me passionately.

    After the kiss, he looked into my eyes and said, “Never have I ever had a climax like that fucking pussy. It was awesome.”

    “Well, Joe, it’s as close as walking across the drive. Any time you want it, it’s yours.”

    He kissed me again, then looked into my eyes and said, “Fuck me. If you can give me your ass, I can give you mine.”

    Moments later, Joe was on his back and legs raised as I had been and I lubed his hole thoroughly. “If at any time you want me to stop, just say so.”

    “If you can satisfy me then I can damn sure satisfy you. Now fuck my virgin ass.”

    I eased my cock into his tight virgin hole and slowly went in balls deep as he moaned steadily, refusing to let me stop. Once I was in balls deep. I held it there and let him adjust as we kissed passionately. Even thought he was kissing another man, he had plenty of tongue action and spit swapping.

    “Fuck me, Mark. I want to feel you shoot in my ass.”

    I did as instructed and he cried out when I climaxed not in pain but pleasure. Looking at me he said, “I nearly shot another load. I can’t believe all that I have done this evening.”

    “Do you regret it?” I asked.

    “Fuck no!” he replied. “I just don’t know how to thank you for helping me see my real self.”

    “I have never regretted being a into sucking cock and getting fucked,”

    I told him.

    “If I may ask, when and how did you get started?” he said.

    I told him about my jerking with my school bud then sucking his brother and my dad walking in on us sucking each other and joining in, then Dad inviting his brother to join us.

    “I can’t believe you sucked and fucked your dad, and that he did the same to you. That must have been hot as hell.”

    “It was and we still play when we see each other.”

    We eventually went to sleep, both naked as the day we were born and cuddled in each others arms. Sometime during the night I awoke to find Joe sucking my cock so we had a quick sixty-nine then went back to sleep.

    The next morning I awoke to find Joe sitting up in bed next to me, his cock hard as he caressed my body with his eyes.

    “How long have you been awake?” I asked.

    “About twenty minutes,” he replied. “I’ve just been sitting here admiring your awesome body, and wanting you to fuck me again.”

    “Well, when I do, there will be what I hope will be added pleasure for you.”

    “In what way?” he asked.

    “You’ll just have to wait and find out,” I replied before pulling him to me and kissing him passionately. Then, as our lips parted, he said, “Well, then, Mark, fuck me and show me what surprise you have in store for me.”

    Using only spit as lube, I gently worked mo cock into his hole and once in, began to fuck him. As I did, he smiled ad said, “Never would I have imagined that I would actually enjoy getting fucked in my ass by another man, and I can’t wait to see what you have planned.”

    We kissed passionately as I fucked him and before long, I said, “Get ready, I’m getting close.”

    Then, as my cock exploded within his bowels, he said, “Oh fuck yea, I love feeling you shoot in my ass.”

    Then, I quickly pulled out and pushed his legs back over his head and buried my mouth on his hole and began sucking up my own cum as it drained out of him, collecting it in my mouth.

    “Oh, fuck, that feels awesome. Eat it all.” he said.

    Once I had collected my load in my mouth, I lowered his legs, smiled, and leaned in and kissed him, feeding him the load I had just sucked out of his ass.

    He eagerly accepted it and swallowed every drop, before saying he needed to piss. Now was my chance to take him further along the road.

    “So do I.” I replied, but upon entering the bathroom, I guided him to the large walk in shower.

    As I opened the shower door, he smiled and asked, “What are you up to now?”

    “Getting nasty,” I replied.

    Smiling, he said, “I don’t know what you’re up to, but count me in.”

    I dropped to my knees and said, “I love golden showers, so start pissing all over me including my face.”

    “You’re fucking unbelievable, and I love it,” he said as the piss stream started hitting my chest, then my face. At that point, I opened ,my mouth and as soon as it filled, I swallowed. Then, as he said “Mother fuck, you swallowed it,” I let my mouth fill again and swallowed.

    “You’re un-fucking-believable!” he exclaimed.

    With my body wet with his piss, I stood ad we kissed and after parting, he said, “I’ve tried everything else, so why not give this a try also”, he said as he dropped to his knees

    Looking up into my face, he smiled and said, “Do it, Mark.”

    I smiled and l;et my flow begin and watched as he put his face in the stream and opened his mouth, eventually swallowing two mouth fulls.

    Then, after collecting a third mouthful, he stood and we kissed, sharing the mouthful of piss.

    Then, after rinsing off, he asked, “Is there anything else for me to try? I might as well try it all.”

    “The only thing else that I do would be a piss enema. I love a guy pissing up my hole while he fucks me then lets me spray it out onto his body.”

    “Well, I’ve sucked cock, been sucked fucked a man’s ass, been fucked, kissed a man, eaten his ass, had him eat mine, been pissed on and pissed on a guy, so why not let him piss up my ass.”

    “When you do, you can spray it out onto my body,” I told him..

    “Is there anything you don’t do?” he asked.

    “The one thing I refuse to do is shit play,” I replied.

    It was now Saturday morning so I told him to put on just pants and shirt and shoes. When he asked why, I told him I had a surprise for him. Moments later we were on the highway, with him asking where we were going. I said he would find out in time.

    An hour later, I turned off the highway and onto a small road and a half mile down, I pulled up to a gate and pressed the button on the remote clipped to my visor.

    The gate rolled aside and after we drove through the gate closed. A half mile down the road through dense woods, we came to a clearing containing a large one room cabin.

    The cabin contained a TV viewing area, with sofa and chairs, a kitchen and dining area and in one corner a shower, sink and toilet, all totally exposed to the rest of the room.

    As we stepped in, I said, “Welcome to the Orgy Palace,” and immediately stripped down. Joe watched and quickly joined in.

    “Who owns this place?” he asked.

    “I do and it is totally private, even the small lake is completely on my property. Several times during the spring and summer I have orgies here. Sometimes as many as ten or twelve here all naked and having sex. Occasionally, one of the guys brings his wife and her sister along. Those that want to fuck them and we watch them eat each others cunt and they watch us suck and fuck.”

    “I bet that’s wild,” he said.

    “It is. On the last one there were ten guys and we formed what we called a fuck circle. Each man had his cock in the ass of the guy in front of him and we formed a complete circle.

    We walked back outside and I asked, “Have you ever had sex outdoors?”

    “No, but have a hunch that I’m about to,” he replied.

    I then dropped to my knees and began sucking his flaccid cock. Within seconds he was rock hard. Before getting him off, I stood and we kissed then he dropped and began sucking me. After a moment, I stopped him and we lay on the picnic table and had a sixty-nine, devouring each others thick cum load.

    Afterward, he looked at me and said, “I can’t believe this weekend. At the start of it, I had never had sex with another male. Now, with it just over half over, I have done it all and enjoyed everything I have done. My main regret is that I didn’t have someone like you to make me realize my hidden desires earlier in life.”

    “I’m glad I was the one to make the introductions,” I told him.

    “So am I,” he replied, adding, “I can never repay you helping me find my real self. If I owned this place, I’d live here permanently and stay nude twenty-four seven.”

    “I’ve thought about it, but I want to do it with someone I care for,” I told him.

    A short while later, I said I needed to piss and Joe dropped to his knees and asked me to give him a shower. I did and again watched as he collected some in his mouth and swallowed.

    We spent the day there and later returned to my place, where we spent time just being together nude and visiting like most neighbors would. Then, Sunday as he dressed to go back home, I asked if he was busy the next weekend.

    “I hope I’ve got a date with you,” he replied with a smile.

    “How would you like it to be me and five others?” I asked.

    “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked.

    “Nope, not at all. It will be Brad, my job foreman, Ken, a state cop, Dave, a Marine recruiter, Jake, a city cop, and Luke, a fireman if it’s his weekend off,” I told him.

    “Will I get fucked by all six of you?” he asked.

    “In the mouth and ass both,” I replied.

    “Fuck, Mark, I can’t wait. Six hard horny studs for me to service,” he said, smiling broadly.

    As Joe headed for the door to leave, he turned, kissed me and said, “Thanks for leaving that note on my windshield.”

    “When I did, I never dreamed it would turn out this way, but I’m glad it did. Stop by Tuesday if you want to.”

    Tuesday afternoon, I barely arrived home before Joe knocked on my door. As soon as he stepped in, he kissed me hello and began unzipping my trousers. Being commando, he had easy access to my cock and seconds later he had it out and was on his knees sucking it.

    I had never seen anyone take to sucking cock as fast as Joe had, so after he swallowed my load, I asked if he wanted to go suck some strangers cocks. Smiling, he said yes.

    I took him to an adult video store on the edge of town next to a large truck stop. We paid our entry fee, then headed for the room filled with video booths, most with glory holes between them.

    I filled him in on how things worked and he saw one burly trucker type go into a booth and he headed for the booth next to him. I hung around in the hall and several minutes passed before the guy exited his booth, his cock obviously hard.

    A second later Joe came out of his and said, “He was uncut and I bet he hadn’t cum in a week. The bastard nearly drown me with his huge load.”

    “Well,” I said, “he sure came out of his booth with big smile on his face.”

    I coached Joe on how to approach guys in order to suck them through a glory hole and I then asked Joe if he wanted to share a cock and he said yes. We went into a booth next to one where I had seen a guy in his early twenties enter.

    I nodded for him to try and get the guys cock and he put his finger through the hole and motioned for the man to stick his cock through. Nothing happened so he pit his mouth up to the hole and flicked his tongue and a second later the young man was shoving his cock through the hole and into Joe’s mouth.

    We alternated on the cock but I let Joe take the load . Once he had it he kissed me and shared it. We stepped out of the booth and as we did the young man stepped out and upon seeing us smiled and said, “That’s the first time I ever had two guys blowing me at the same time. It was kind of hot.”

    Over the next three hours we sucked numerous cocks both locals and truckers, some together and some separately. We both had out share of thick sweet cum to eat.

    We drove back home and as we did, I told him everything was set for all day Saturday starting at ten. Smiling he said, “I can’t wait to get fed six hot loads and have six cocks up my ass, one after the other.”

    “They are looking forward to it,” I told him.

    We arrived back home and I invited Joe in for a quick sixty-nine and afterward he left, telling me how he was looking forward to the weekend.

    Saturday arrived and I had told the guys to be at my place no later that nine that morning and to park at a nearby shopping center and I would pick them up. I wanted them to all be there and totally naked when Joe arrived

    Everyone was at my place and nude by half past nine, waiting for Joe to arrive. At ten sharp there was a knock on the door. Everyone was in my bedroom waiting for the signal to come out. I let Joe in and upon seeing that I was nude, he quickly stripped. Upon entering the den, he looked around and asked, “Where is everyone?”

    “Be patient,” I said. “Sit down and relax.”

    I had explained everything to the others and called the first name. “Luke, come on out,” I said, telling Joe that he was a fireman. Luke entered the room, his hard cock swaying side to side. He came over and leaned forward and tongue kissed Joe, before stepping to the side.

    “Dave, you’re next,” called out adding, “This is our loyal Marine recruiter.”

    He came out, his hard cock also swinging side to side, and kissed Joe, then stepped to the side.

    Dave was followed by Brad, my foreman, who came out and bent over and licked Joe’s cock. After he stepped aside, I said, “Next, we have Jake, our hot city cop, followed by Ken, our awesome state cop.”

    These two men walked out, both in complete uniforms ad when they did, I heard Joe gasp, and say “Mother fuck!”

    They kissed Joe, then, for a few moments began taking turns sucking Joe’s cock while still in uniform. After a few moments, they stopped and started kissing each other as they undressed each other.

    Soon, almost everyone was totally naked and boned. Ken and jake still had on their uniform shirts but were nude from the waist down. They all surrounded Joe in his chair and watched as he went from cock to cock, sucking each one briefly.

    Moments later, they had him standing up while one kissed him, one sucked his left nipple and another sucked his right nipple, with another sucking his cock and the fifth one eating his ass.

    After several minutes, he had them all stop and sit on the sofa, side by side, with me in my easy chair at the other end. Joe got on his knees at the far end of the sofa, and one by one he sucked all six of us to completion, hungrily devouring each and every one of our loads.

    After devouring my load, he stood and went to another chair and knelt in it saying, “As soon as you studs can get boned again, I want each one of you to fuck my ass.”

    Moments later we watched as Brad buried his almost eight inch cock in Joe’s ass as Joe moaned loudly at first then said how great it felt.

    After Brad filled Joe’s ass with his cum load, one by one, the rest o us added our load into Joe’s ass. Soon, Joe stood up with six cum loads in his ass when one of the men asked what he was going o do with it.

    Before he could answer, Ken, the state cop spoke up and said, “I want you to feed it all to me.”

    As Ken got on his knees and buried his mouth over Joe’s hole, we all gathered around and watched as Ken licked up and ate every drop of cum that drained out of Joe’s ass.

    After Joe’s wish of getting fucked by all of us, we began an orgy swapping partners often and eating any cum produced. Ken later suggested we order pizza and when he placed the order, he requested a certain delivery driver.

    Later, Ken called another number and when he party answered simply said, “You’re going to have a delivery to Clayton Lane. When you get to the door, just walk on in.”

    When we questioned him he said, “That’s my nephew. My brother owns the pizza parlor and they both play. When I requested my nephew, my brother knew it was an orgy setting.”

    We relaxed and did some kissing and fondling, waiting on the pizza and fresh cock to arrive. Someone asked how old his nephew was and he smiled and said “Seventeen and always horny, and he is a multi-cummer.”

    A few minutes later the door opened and in walked a hot muscular teen, sporting a big smile. Seeing us all naked his smile grew bigger as he said, “Eureka!” After handing the pizzas to ken, the boy began stripping and soon was going from cock to cock sucking it.

    When he left, he had four loads of cum in his belly and three up is ass. As he headed for the door, he smiled and said, “Hope to see you all again, and soon.”

    After eating, all cuddled together on the floor and went to sleep.

    We were awaken by Joe going from cock to cock, sucking it off. Once they had all shot their loads down Joe’s throat, they dressed and left.

    Looking at me he said, “I haven’t had you yet.” Seconds later we were in a sixty-nine sucking each others hard cock. Then, once we had devoured the load fed to us, we had a piss sixty-nine.

    Joe and I got together once or twice a week and became extremely close, however to the outside world we were simply two single men that lived next door to each other.

    Both our back yards were surrounded by the normal six foot high cedar wood fence, but we made modifications. We removed one six foot section and put in a partial fence section and a wooden gate. It was completely hidden from any neighbors.

    Joe maintained his residence and I maintained mine, however we were technically lovers, spending every night together, making love. Our agreement was that if either if us wanted one on one sex with another guy, we would respect each others privacy.

    Then, one Friday evening, he said, “My boss called me into his office today and said he was coming over tomorrow to discuss something important. I’m a little nervous.”

    I tried to talk to him and calm him down but he was too upset. I kissed him passionately and said he always had me and to relax.

    I was in my front yard, Saturday morning when a sporty convertible arrived at Joe’s house. A muscular man in his early forties stepped out, smiled and waved at me then headed for Joe’s door. Half hour later Joe and the man appeared at my back door with Joe looking like he had been caught stealing.

    “Mark, this is Mr. Jenkins, my boss and he knows all about us. He has had someone following my every move.”

    I looked over at him as he said, “Please, call me Sam. I promised Joe I’d explain everything when the three of us were together.”

    “About two weeks ago,” Sam began, “I noticed a change in Joe and his outlook on things. He seemed so much happier and full of life. I have to be honest and say that I am a nosey person so I hired a private detective that I’m very close to, to find out what had changed in his life.”

    Joe and I looked at each other quizzically wondering where the conversation was going. Then Sam continued.

    “My detective found Joe slipping over to your place after work and spending hours. After dark, my detective would peer through the windows and managed to capture these photos,” he said, handing us a stack of photos.

    “So, just what does this mean? Am I getting fired for enjoying another man in what was supposed to be private homes?”

    “Not in the least. Your work has increased tremendously and I couldn’t be happier, and I noticed that you are much happier around the office. Your job is totally safe and in fact you are getting a promotion. Y

    ou will be heading up our sales department and reporting directly to me. However, I do have one request.”

    “And just what would that be?” Joe asked in a questioning tone.

    “I’d love to join you and Mark in your activities and occasionally have you stay late at work for, uh, a business meeting.”

    “I think that can be arranged,” Joe said, stepping up to Sam and kissing him as he rubbing the bulge in Sam’s trousers.

    Joe and Sam casually undressed each other as they kissed and when they turned to me I was already totally naked. Sam motioned for me to come closer and we began a hot three way kiss as we fondled each others cock.

    After a moment, Sam dropped to his knees and swallowed Joe’s cock, burying his nose in Joe’s pubic bush. Joe looked over at me and smiled and mouthed the word, ‘Wow.”

    Moments later the three of us were in my king bed with Sam alternating between sucking mine and Joe’s hard cocks. It was obvious that he was extremely experienced.

    After several minutes, he had me lay back and sat on my cock and after leaning forward, told Joe to shove his cock in his hole with mine. Moments later, Sam moaned in pleasure as we double fucked his hot hole, both climaxing seconds apart.

    Moments later, Joe looked at Sam and said, “Boss, can you stay the night with us?”

    “I was hoping you would ask and I made arrangements to stay the entire weekend if you want me to.”

    “Plan on it,” Joe told him, before having him lay back in bed. Joe and I began alternating sucking his cock and balls and when he climaxed, we kissed and shared his huge, thick load.

    Sam spent the weekend with us, letting us use his muscular body in any way that we chose. He admitted to few fact that he loved to be a sex slave.

    In the weeks afterward, if anything happened at work, Joe would come home and tell me how Sam had serviced it that day.

    Joe and I became closer ad closer and finally admitted our love or each other. For appearances, we kept the two homes, but shared the same bed at night, and it was agreed that if either of us saw a man we wanted, we were free to go after it but promised to tell the other.

    I went after one of my customers in town, and Joe went after a hot young stud in their mail room. We were both successful in our seduction and shared our conquest with each other and eventually had a four way with them.

    We have been partners for several years now and are the owners of a large, male only, gay nudist resort on five hundred acres of secluded property. It a place men can go to, to enjoy nature in the buff and have sex openly with others watching. The main rule is that you do not join in unless invited. We have accommodations for fifty men and are booked up for the next nine months. All employees are male and between the ages of eighteen and twenty-eight or so.

    You wouldn’t believe some f the VIP’s we have had visit. They range from Hollywood celebrities to politicians, cops to doctors, and ten or so truckers have standing reservations.

    I cant remember the last time I had clothes on.

  • The Trek

    “Jer, you want a sandwich?” Andy asked as he came into the screen porch.

    Jerry blinked, bringing himself back to the present.

    “And one of those apples from the Graham’s orchard?” Jerry asked.

    “Yes, that would be good on the side,” Andy replied, easing into the house.

    Jerry smiled as he watched Andy through the window going to the kitchen sink and washing his hands. Then the puttering around in the kitchen as he made two sandwiches, sliced a couple of apples, and poured them chilled water from the frig. It was all so normal, a routine of their daily lives, and yet when he thought back to how it had been, it was a miracle in some ways. Two men able to live so openly, with acceptance by their neighbors, except for the Owens down the street. But then, most everyone along the old mountain lane didn’t like the Owens. Mrs. Bradshaw, the widower who lived near the switchback, called them ‘sanctimonious assholes,’ and it made Andy and him laugh every time they heard her say it. And she was right, if not somewhat blunt in her description.

    Jerry turned to look at the sky. It was such a vivid blue. It reminded him of that day in Laurel, Mississippi. The sky had looked the same. Only back then, the world was full of sanctimonious assholes, and a young gay male hitchhiking had to be careful. And he had been careful, turning down a few rides in different locales, but on that sunny day, in June of 1977, he had been lucky, as he would be for his entire trip. He had walked along the shoulder of the highway for only a couple of miles, trying to make his way over to 49, when he heard a vehicle approaching. He held out his right hand, thumb up, expecting the approaching car to speed on by. But it hadn’t blown past him. Instead, it slowed until stopped next to him. He remembered the man behind the wheel and the friendly smile.

    “Where ya heading?” the man behind the wheel asked.

    Jerry looked at the car, a big Ford station wagon with the fake wood siding and the back crammed with boxes. Was this man safe? He wondered for he looked like the kind of man who was a deacon in some church, someone with strict worldviews. 

    “I’m…I…up to Jackson, then on to Memphis,” Jerry stammered.

    “Memphis? I’m heading there myself. Got a sales convention to attend. Hop in.”

    Jerry put his backpack in the backseat next to a suitcase and got in the front seat. The first thing he noticed was the new car smell. The next was how the man was dressed, a dark blue suit with the jacket draped over the back of the seat. 

    “I’m Edward.”

    “Jerry.”

    “So, Jerry, where ya heading?” Edward replied as he accelerated down the road.

    “California.”

    “California! You don’t say. I’ve taken the family to Disneyland and to Yosemite. Wonderful place to vacation. Have you been?”

    “No. I’ve never been before.”

    “I don’t know if you’ll like Disneyland, but Yosemite…you have to visit that place. It is amazing.”

    “I’ll do that.”

    Edward let them ride in silence for some time. He drove to 49, then headed north to Jackson. Jerry listened to the country music playing over the radio, not recognizing most of it, as he watched the rural countryside of Mississippi roll past them. The big Ford wagon seemed to float over the road, the hood moving up and down slowly at times. 

    “Where ya from?” asked Edward when they can to a stoplight in the town of Mt. Olive.

    “Alabama; a little place called Webster.”

    “Never heard of it.”

    “I wouldn’t expect you to know it. The school is in the nearest town.”

    “So why are you hitchhiking?”

    “I don’t have a car.”

    “Your parents okay with you doing this?”

    There it was; the fishing for his story. Why he was hitchhiking to California, the furthest place he could think of from Webster. He knew the truth would be unacceptable for most people, and he didn’t need the hassle. But he also knew not to get too elaborate in his lies.

    “Yeah, one less mouth to feed at the table.”

    “Your family is poor. I know what that is like. Mine were too. Dirt poor we called it. My brothers and I are lucky. We’ve each found a job in this economy that provides for our families.”

    Jerry listened to Edward talk of his childhood, answering questions tossed his way on occasion. After a while he grew to like Edward. There was nothing sexual about this attraction, for Edward portrayed a family man content with his life, and it was that contentment that made Jerry like him. Two hours later they drove into Jackson, making a stop at a gas station just before getting on the interstate.  

    As Edward drove up I-55, passing more cars than passed him, Jerry listened to him ramble on about family, business, and his views about life. It was comforting, the casual nature of Edward’s descriptions, something Jerry assumed he may never be able to enjoy. He knew he would never have a wife, much less children, so everything Edward talked about seemed far from his reach. He looked over as Edward talked of a family reunion where he and his cousins tried to one up each other, and he wondered what Edward would say if he admitted to being gay. How would it change things? The first image was of Edward pulling the car to the side of the road and putting him out, and he looked back at the wide interstate highway, knowing he would admit nothing to anyone he came across in his trek across the country.

    It was after eight, the sky darkening quickly with the sun below the horizon, when Edward pulled into a service station on the outskirts of Memphis. 

    “Are you going into town or looking to hitch a ride west from here?” asked Edward.

    “I…” and Jerry laughed. He saw the confused look from Edward, and quickly stopped, needing to explain. “I haven’t considered it, to be honest. You think I can find cheap lodging and maybe a part time job? I might hang around a little while…you know, check the place out.”

    “In Memphis? I expect you can find almost anything you want in this old place. You want me to take you into town?”

    “If you don’t mind?”

    “I’m heading that way myself, so let me fill up and we’ll be on our way.”

    Thirty minutes later, Jerry watched the station wagon pull away leaving him standing at the curb. He looked around the old business district, the buildings run down and in a state of disrepair. He slung his backpack on and started walking. He passed a hotel, but it was more run down than he was comfortable, and it was even less inviting to him by the two women standing near the door. He knew by their dress and makeup they were trying to lure someone, and he knew they were in the world’s oldest profession. 

    “Hey, honey, come to ma-ma,” one of the women uttered.

    “No thanks,” Jerry replied as he sped up.

    Jerry walked to the next intersection and turned north. He thought the area might be a little better further north. He crossed a few streets then turned left, seeing brightly lit signs. A few buildings down he came to a two-story inn, the front sharing space with a small bar. Inside the lobby was small, dark, and just as worn as the exterior. An old man sat behind glass at a counter reading a Time magazine. The bright red cover caught Jerry’s eye and he recognized the face on it. It was Brezhnev, the leader of Russia. 

    “Excuse me, do you have a room?”

    The old man looked up at Jerry and frowned. 

    “How old are you?” the old man asked in a gruff voice.

    “I’m nineteen,” Jerry lied, thinking it best to add a year. 

    “Nineteen,” the old man grumbled as he stood up, slid a register book under the glass. “It’s cash up front, eight dollars a night, clean towels an additional dollar, and I need your name and address.”

    Jerry slid three tens across the counter.

    “Two nights for now, plus towels,” said Jerry, wondering about the bed, and if he should ask for clean linen too. He picked up the pen and printed his name across the page, then an address that was for the church at the end of his street back home. He picked up his change and the towel and two wash cloths setting next to it, and watched the old man turn to the wall behind him and take a key from one of the cubbies.

    “Upstairs at the end of the hall, room 18.”

    “Thanks.”

    Jerry stood at the door, looking at the dreary room. It was just large enough for the bed, a nightstand, and a table on the opposite wall with a small television and brochures and flyers scattered over its top. He eased into the room, locking the door behind him, and tossed his backpack on the table. After hitting the bathroom, he sat on the bed, wondering if everything would be okay.

    Jerry glanced at his watch and saw it was a little after nine and he was hungry. Grabbing up the room key, he made his way back down to the lobby and out to the sidewalk. He walked further down the street until he could smell food cooking in hot oil. Just past a small bar where blues filtered out to the street, was a diner with customers sitting along the front window. One was eating fried chicken and it made his mouth water. He had a burger from a fast-food joint for lunch and nothing since, and his stomach growled with need. Opening the door rang a bell hanging at its head, and Jerry found himself in a busy dining room with waitresses hustling from table to table.

    “Just sit where you want,” a waitress directed Jerry as she passed with a tray of food.

    Jerry moved into dining room, to a table in the middle. He glanced around the busy dining room, noticing the other customers, how they looked a part of the neighborhood. Simply dressed, some in old worn clothing, and all of them obviously of lesser means. He took some comfort in it, a sense he fit in, despite their obvious differences. 

    “What can I get you to drink?” a different waitress asked, catching Jerry off guard.

    “Oh, sweet tea.”

    “Okay, and here’s a menu. The specials are at the top, but we’re out of the chicken and dumplings.”

    “Thanks.”

    Jerry noticed it was a quarter to ten when he finished, pushing back his empty plate. The dining room was fuller than before, and he wondered what everyone did for a living that had them eating so late. Finally sated, he glanced around the room, noticing the eclectic décor. Elvis Presley album covers and memorabilia, University of Tennessee and Vanderbilt banners, signed jerseys and a photograph of Tennessee’s football stadium, and photos of musicians. Jerry assumed the latter were mostly blues musicians for they were mostly in dark small clubs that looked exactly what one would expect. He looked behind him at the wait station, the opening to the kitchen where hot plates were being set, and a reach-in cooler filled with drinks. Just past the cooler was a corridor to the restrooms, as noted by a small sign overhead, and on the wall at the place the corridor started was a bulletin board. In its center, a white flyer by the diner. “Help Wanted – Busboy”.

    Jerry’s waitress came around the counter and toward him, carrying his check.

    “Just pay Irene at the register,” said the waitress as she set the check on the table.

    “Excuse me, but is the job still available for a busboy?”

    “Yes. Benson posted it this afternoon. Calvin didn’t show up again and Benson fired him. You interested? It don’t pay much, but it ain’t hard work. Ya don’t have to deal with customers or nothing.”

    “Who do I talk to?”

    “Benson ain’t here, but his cousin is working in the kitchen tonight. I’ll tell him you’re interested.”

    “Thanks.”

    Jerry looked at the price for his meal and drink, knowing he couldn’t eat like this every day if he was going to make it to California. He flipped the check around in his fingers while wondering if he should set off or take some time, work at a job to earn a few dollars and catch his breath. He had only been gone less than a day, but it felt much longer. A shadow passed over him and he looked up at a large man, upper body stretching the t-shirt out of shape. 

    “You looking for a job?”

    “Yes…sir,” Jerry replied as he watched the big man sit across from him.

    “I’m George and this is my cousin’s place, but he has me help on managing things, especially the staff,” said George, looking over Jerry’s shoulders to see what someone was doing at the wait station. When he looked back down, Jerry saw someone who catered no foolishness. “$2.30 an hour and you can start tomorrow. We need you here at 4:15 for the evening shift.”

    Jerry ran the numbers in his head and realized he needed at least 5 hours a day just to cover the hotel room. And that didn’t include meals. He didn’t intend to hang around long enough to do a lease on an apartment but knew he would need to find something cheaper.

    “How many hours a day do you think I will be able to work?”

    George appeared to be considering the question, then he shrugged his shoulders. “Probably six to eight on days we need you. We close at midnight and open at ten in the morning.” He got up from the table and started to walk away but stopped by Jerry’s chair. “You can fill out the paperwork Benson will need when you get here tomorrow. I need to get back into the kitchen.”

    Jerry was shocked at how George didn’t ask him anything about himself but knew a busboy didn’t need experience to clean tables and wash dishes.

    Three days later, Jerry arrived early, smiling with satisfaction at his luck. He had worked two days for eight hours each day, knowing it would put some money in his pocket. But his greatest satisfaction was being able to check out of the hotel that morning. He had found an extended stay place that rented rooms by the week or the month that saved him nearly three dollars a day. 

    Apron tied around his waist, he wrote in his time, went into the kitchen, and grabbed up a pan. Moving around the partition wall that separated clean up from the cooking line, he saw Benson at the grill.

    “Good afternoon. Anything I should know?” asked Jerry.

    Benson looked up, shook his head once, and turned his attention back to the burgers on the grill. Jerry moved through the swinging door into the dining room, seeing it was quiet, only a couple of customers eating alone at tables at the windows. At the wait station, Mary was making fresh tea and someone else was stooped down behind the counter. When they stood, Jerry found himself staring.

    Jerry has assumed it was Iris, for the hair looked the same, but it was a guy who looked about his own age. But what struck him the most was the guy looked like Elvis Presley. The same dark hair, the same cheeks and smooth complexion.

    “Hey, you must be Jerry. I’m Sam.”

    Jerry heard the voice and it sounded like the musician from the songs he had heard played over the jukebox late at night. 

    “Sam? Nice to meet you,” Jerry replied after a hesitation that was far too long. Sam smiled at him, and Jerry tried to think of something to say, anything to hear Sam speak again.

    “Excuse me, could I get a refill?” one of the customers called out.

    “Yes, I’ll be right over,” Sam replied, picking up a pitcher of tea. “Duty calls,” he uttered as he passed Jerry.

    The restaurant became busy, customers waiting at the front by the counter and out on the sidewalk. Sam and Mary hustled from table to table, and Jerry rushed to clean each one that became available. He carried dirty dishes into the kitchen, washed them quickly, and carried out any that were dry to the wait station. It was after eleven before the restaurant finally settled down, the last customers taking their time, chatting, and laughing while they got one more refill, or ordered a dessert. 

    Jerry was at the 3-compartment sink, washing dishes as fast as he could, for he had been so busy busing tables he had fallen behind on the washing. A couple of glasses were set down on the drainboard, and he looked up to see Sam.

    “There are still four tables occupied, and from the looks of it, they’ll be there until we have to run them out.”

    “Just as well, I’ll be here washing dishes trying to get caught up.”

    “It was a busy night.”

    “How many nights during the week will it be like this?”

    “Three or four…maybe. It varies. Sunday is the worst. Wait until you have to deal with the after-church crowd. They’re the worst.”

    “Really?”

    “Don’t tip for shit, and more demanding than any of our other customers. I wish Benson would close on Sundays, for its not worth it for us waiting on them.”

    “Why does he open on Sunday?”

    “His family wants the place open so they can come after church,” Sam replied, then he leaned closer, lowering his voice, “and they are the worst of the worst. They take advantage of Benson, wanting free drinks or dessert and bossing us around like we’re slaves or something.”

    “Well, I won’t see it this weekend. I’m scheduled for Saturday, but not Sunday.”

    “Really? Me too. Are you from around here? I’ve not seen you around before?”

    “No, I just arrived. I’m from Alabama.”

    “Alabama? Montgomery? Birmingham?”

    “No, a place that isn’t on most maps it is so small.”

    “I have relatives in Birmingham, but never been there.”

    “This is my first time to Memphis.”

    “Have you had time to explore?”

    “No. I started working on my second day here, so this Sunday will be my first day off.”

    “You don’t do anything during the day before clocking in?”

    “I sleep late after being here late and by the time I get up, eat lunch, I don’t have a lot of time and without a car…I just hang around my room until time to come here.”

    “Where are you staying?”

    “The Garden Inn, the place four blocks away that does weekly and monthly rents.”

    “I know the place. I pass it on the way here.”

    “Sam, you’re needed out front,” said Benson, looking around the wall, spatula in one hand.

    “Yes, sir,” Sam replied. He smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and headed to the dining room.

    Jerry turned back to the dirty dishes, replaying the short conversation with Sam over in his mind. The husky voice, the dark brown eyes that boldly started back at him and the attractiveness of him. He knew he was smitten with Sam, and worried about revealing himself, especially if Sam was simply being nice to him, the new guy, and not what he wished were happening. Some initial checking him out, weighing him up to see if he were willing. He was so willing, it scared him, for if he were wrong it would be disastrous. 

    Sunday arrived and Jerry laid in bed until after eleven. Saturday night had been exhausting, made worse by customers refusing to leave at midnight. Some stayed until nearly one, which put Jerry not finishing up until after one thirty and it was two by the time he got back to his room. Then he had lain in bed for over an hour unable to wind down and fall asleep, despite an exhaustion he had never felt before. 

    Finally climbing out of bed, he stripped off his briefs, and went into the small bathroom to shower. The water pressure was poor and the temperature not as hot as he would like, but he stood under the spray a long time, feeling it relax him. Once he stepped out of the tub, he dried off hurriedly, water droplets still on his shoulders and chest, brushed his teeth, and went to dress. 

    Jerry was halfway across the room when a knock came at his door. He froze, staring at it wondering who it could be. He thought of the worst scenarios. A sheriff come to take him home, or his father come to do it in person. He tightened the towel around his waist and moved cautiously to the door. There was no peephole, so he had not choice but to open the door and see who stood there.

    “Sam?” Jerry exclaimed when he had the door open. He stood frozen in place, surprised to see it was him. Sam was in a tank top and jeans. The tank top was cut short and the jeans hung low in his waist, revealing a sliver of skin. Jerry couldn’t stop himself from looking at the exposed flesh. When he looked up, Sam smiled at him.

    “Can I come in or is this a bad time?”

    “No, no, come on in. I was just about to get dressed and go grab some lunch.”

    “Perfect. I came to see if you wanted to join me for lunch, then maybe I could show you around town.”

    Jerry stepped aside and let Sam enter his room. It suddenly seemed more run down, every paint peel, every fray in the ugly carpet more noticeable, and for a minute it seemed the walls closed in, making the space even smaller. Sam sat on his bed, near the foot, placing him near the center of the room, no place within it very far away. 

    Jerry moved to his backpack for clean clothes, wondering if he could dress in front of him. He knew it was silly, for he had dressed in P.E. all the time, but his gut said this was different. For one thing, Sam was watching him. He saw the dark brown eyes following his every move. 

    “There’s an Italian place a few blocks away. You like pasta or maybe a pizza?” asked Sam.

    “Yeah, that sounds good,” Jerry replied as he stood facing the mirror at the small table, taking out a pair of jeans, briefs, and a t-shirt. In the mirror he saw Sam watching him. If Sam were willing, and he desperately wanted to know, now more than ever, he knew there was nothing to do but get dressed in front of him and see how he responded. He pulled the towel away and draped it over the back of the chair, feeling his nudity. An exposure unlike any before. He turned, boldly letting Sam see him from the front, instead of his reflection. He saw the eyes look at his cock, then move upward until looking into his own. Sam smiled as he leaned back, resting on his hands. 

    “Get dressed and we’ll go eat, then we’ll go exploring,” said Sam, his tone mischievous. 

    “Sure,” Jerry replied, stepping into the briefs, then pulling them into place. It was some concealment, but not near enough as he felt his cock stir. He grabbed up the jeans and put them on, tugging the zipper up and fastening the button. They no longer fit tight, for he had lost a little weight over the last few days. They hung on his hips, slightly gapped around the waist. He slipped the t-shirt over his head and into place, feeling the soft worn fabric against his skin. It hung loose on his lean frame, as if it could slide off any minute. “Okay, I’m ready,” he said as he picked up his room key, wallet, and watch.

    They had a large pizza at the restaurant, then spent a couple of hours walking the streets of downtown. Most were deserted, businesses closed for the day, or permanently, but there were some open. Small restaurants, a pawn shop, a hardware store and along one block, a bar was open, the door held open by a brick, letting the sound of the jukebox filter out into the street. As they passed, Jerry looked in to see older men playing pool and the bar in back lined with customers. 

    “Come on, let’s go down to the park.”

    “Park?”

    “It’s at the river,” Sam replied, leading them westward.

    They had talked about the restaurant, those that worked there, then Sam told of growing up in Oklahoma City and Memphis being just a stop on his way to New York City. He wanted to live in the largest city in the country, and when asked why, he had merely shrugged and said, ‘why not’. Jerry told Sam of growing up in rural Alabama, struggling to tell of his boredom and not feeling like he fit in while not revealing why. He repeated the lie about his family being very poor and he had set off to try to find a place he could support himself. The lie tasted foul on his tongue as he spoke it, wishing he could be honest, if only this one time.

    When they came the riverfront, crossing a bridge to the island park. The muddy river flowed under the bridge and beyond the island, slow, silent, concealing its power. Sam led Jerry south down to the end of the island.

    “Mary said you are planning on going to California,” said Sam, a statement, but one meant to be a question.

    “Yes. I figured I would work in Memphis for a while, save up a few more dollars, then head out.”

    “You’ve got a long way to go,” Sam uttered.

    “New York is a long way away too.”

    “True, but…it feels closer.”

    The sun was high the sky in the west, and it beat down on them. They felt its heat, and soon they were sweating. 

    “Damn its hot,” said Sam.

    “You want to go back to my room? We can watch TV,” said Jerry.

    “I’d thought you’d never ask,” replied Sam, climbing to his feet. “Let’s get out of this heat.”

    Jerry unlocked his door and eased into the cool, dark room, feeling Sam right behind him. He was hot, sweat trickling down his sides, the t-shirt soaked at the arms and neck. He pulled it off and instantly felt better when the cool air caressed his sweaty skin. He tossed his shirt on the floor with other dirty clothes and saw Sam’s tank top land on the floor nearby.

    “Jesus, it’s hot as fuck,” said Sam strolling past and sitting on the bed.

    The chair had the towel draped over its back and some of his belongings on the seat, so that left only the bed for them to sit on. He moved next to Sam and eased down, splitting the difference of the length available. Not too far away, but not too close either. Despite his desire to sit close, he was playing it safe again.

    “Anything on TV?” ask Sam.

    “I don’t know. You want to flip through the channels and see?”

    “Nah…it’s Sunday and it’ll just be football and bullshit.”

    A silence fell over the room, one still in darkness, the only illumination the sunlight that filtered through the cheap curtains. Sam leaned back resting on his hands. It stretched out his body and put his head behind Jerry, who felt it was now safe to look over. There was the sweaty chest, one flat and lean, much like his own. He watched a bead of sweat trickle down it between the nipples, down till it hung in the sparse hair around the navel. He looked down the line of hair until his eyes followed the waistband. It gapped around the narrow waist and he wondered what it would be like to slip his fingers down beneath the jeans. To go exploring inside them down to what caused the crotch to bulge. 

    “Have you ever felt like an alien? Even among your family and friends?” Sam whispered.

    “Yes,” Jerry finally answered after a long silence, not sure he had felt something different from Sam, and it was safe to answer. 

    “You ever act on it?” 

    Barely a whisper, but the question filled Jerry’s head with images. The graduation party, up in the bedroom. In the rig driving west, then in the sleeper compartment.

    “I…” Jerry stammered, afraid to answer.

    “Scary isn’t it, not being sure. But I’m sure. I’ve acted on it. It’s why I had to leave Oklahoma City. Mike’s dad…he caught us in their barn.”

    Jerry was shocked at the confession and he flinched with a finger touched his hand. But he didn’t pull away. He held still, and let it rub over his fingers, then the back of his hand.

    Sam is suddenly next to him, lips touching his neck, the place next to his ear, then the ear itself.

    “Is this okay?” Sam whispers.

    “Yes,” Jerry replies and feels the lips touch his ear again, then move along his jaw. He turns to Sam and closes his eyes as their lips come together.

    Jerry senses nothing but Sam. The room shrinks from his senses. It is nothing. It’s just the bed, Sam and himself. A hand rests on his chest, then it moves, raking over hardening nipples, then down his flat stomach until fingers rub along the waistband. Just as he imagined doing to Sam. And just as he imagined doing, the fingers slip beneath the waistband and down within his jeans. He fells them manipulate the waistband of his briefs, then bare fingers against his bare flesh, as they move through pubic hair downward, until touching his growing cock.

    Jerry grew hard as fingers toyed with him. He fell back on the bed and Sam was soon on top, kissing him, touching him, stroking him to full erection. He gasped for breath when lips closed down over a nipple, then teeth bit down. He shuddered and cried out as his cock flexed with his arousal. 

    “Fuck; I wanted you from the moment I saw your ass in the restaurant,” Sam uttered.

    The hand releases his cock and then he felt the tug at his jeans. The button slipped free, then the zipper tugged down. His cock pushed upward, only the briefs holding it in place and the hand came down on it, squeezing and manipulating it until he couldn’t breathe. Lips moved down his chest, over his heaving stomach, then over the briefs. Hot exhales then the mouthing along its length.

    “Sam,” Jerry uttered as lips and tongue toyed with him. He felt fingers seek a hold on the waistband of his jeans, and when they tugged down, he raised his ass to let Sam strip him. 

    Sam stood at the side of the bed, pulling jeans free of each leg. Jerry sat up and watched as Sam tossed them carelessly to the side, then remove his own jeans and briefs. His cock angled out hard, the shaft slightly curved up to a flared head. Sam stroked it slowly, then crawled on the bed over Jerry.

    Jerry felt the weight of Sam, just enough to press him into the mattress. He felt the heat of him, the undulation of his breathing. Then he felt the hands touch him, the lips kiss him and the soft whispering into his ear. Lurid, sexually pleadings. 

    Then Sam was between his legs holding his cock. He lay back, only the sense of touch telling him what Sam was doing. The slow stroking of fingers, a tongue gliding slickly up and down its length, then lips sliding over the head and down until more than half were enveloped in the heat of Sam’s mouth. Jerry moaned while grabbing at the bed. He shivered as the lips moved upward then tongue swirled around the head. He spread his legs further apart when fingers manipulated his sac, then trailed down to his opening. Mouth on his cock and a finger rubbing his opening made him moan and grunt. He cried out when a finger penetrated him. He felt it piston in his hole, the push inward then the pull outward. One finger, then two and finally three stretched him open, made him feel his desires until he couldn’t hold back.

    “Fuck me…fuck me Sam, fuck me.”

    Sam moved up, kissing his stomach, chest, neck, then lips. Jerry kissed back, open mouth, as cock pressed against his opening. He grabbed Sam by the ass cheeks, urging him to do it; to penetrate him. The cock pushed against his tightness, then stretched him open, slowly sinking into his depths. He shuddered and clung to Sam as he felt the fullness of the penetration. 

    Then Sam was fucking Jerry. Driving into his depths with an increasing pace. The bed protested agaisnt their exertions, Jerry on bottom, pushing up to take every inch and Sam on top, undulating in that most primitive of ways. Ass flexing as Sam thrust into the depths of Jerry’s hole. Over and over, sinking inward all the way. The coolness of the room seemed to evaporate as both grew hot, Sam beginning to sweat once again.

    Jerry dragged the back of his hand up Sam’s chest, the skin slick with sweat, until he felt the hard nub of one nipple, then the other.

    “Pinch them,” Sam uttered breathlessly.

    “What?”

    “Pinch my nipples.”

    Jerry rubbed both nipples as cock bore into his depths. He was nothing but his desires, his wants and needs. He was a receptacle for Sam’s cock, responding to every thrust, and he wanted to return the pleasure. To push Sam to fuck harder. To fuck faster. He rubbed those hard nubs, then took each between thumb and index finger and pinched down. Sam shuddered and drove into his depths harder, jamming abdomen against his upturned ass. He pinched down on them again and Sam cried out, and began to fuck in rough short jabs, abdomen smacking against his ass. He twisted them and felt Sam shudder with the pain of it as he took the jarring pace of Sam’s fuck. 

    Then Sam came, jerking with each ejaculation.

    Collapsed on top, Sam was breathless from his exertions, and Jerry lay beneath him feeling the fullness of their fuck, Sam’s cock still inside him. He undulated beneath Sam, squirmed and moved in such an aroused manner Sam’s cock stayed hard. 

    “What are you doing to me?” Sam uttered as he stirred to life. He rose up on his knees and forced Jerry to roll over. He roughly got him up on his knees, head still on the bed. “You want me to fuck you again?”

    “Yes…please.”

    Sam still covered in sweat, breathing still labored, but cock hard as rock once again, he moved up behind Jerry and sank into his depths in one rough push. He held the narrow waist and began to fuck. He fucked until his muscles burned and he believed he would burn up. He fucked until Jerry shuddered with release, spraying cum over the bed underneath him. Then he came again.

    Sam left just before eight that night, heading back to his own apartment. Jerry wanted him to stay, to sleep with him. He wanted the companionship and the comfort of another in his bed. But they both knew the temporary nature of their relationship, and neither wanted to tempt fate. 

    Jerry never planned ahead on how long he would stay in Memphis, but over the next two months, he fell into a routine that let the days pass. Long nights at the restaurant four to six days a week, exploring the city when he had time off and Sam had to work, and when both were off work, spending it at one or the other’s place fucking to exhaustion. But there was an uneasiness between them. As the days passed, they talked less of their plans, instead talking of the staff at the restaurant or about the city around them. They ventured out at night, going to run down bars with local bands playing the blues in crowded back rooms. They blended in, became part of the local scene, until no one took no notice of them. 

    Summer was coming to an end, and fall was approaching, despite the heat of summer lingering. They could feel it in the air, some dryness that spoke of its imminent arrival. Jerry always assumed he would be the first to act. The one to leave first, so he was shocked when Sam announced he was not renewing his lease. They had been in bed having sex until both were spent, and now were laying next to each other breathless. 

    “I have to go,” Sam had said, and Jerry knew instantly what he meant. “You have to go too, or we’ll never leave this place.”

    “I know,” Jerry had replied, knowing the truth of it.

    It was late when Sam finally left, after spending the last two hours talking, telling each other it was time, that it was now or never. Sam said he had to get to New York, it was the place he wanted to be. Jerry slowed his breathing, keeping a stoic face, knowing he could never try to change Sam’s plans. They had their goals, and it was time to take the next step in pursuing them.

    Sam slipped out of town the following Friday, boarding a bus for its long trip to New York. Jerry worked two more weeks, saving all he could, then turned in his notice, telling Benson he needed to go.

    Benson smiled at him for the first time, nodding his head. 

    “I know you want to get to California, and I don’t blame you. Everyone should pursue their dreams, no matter the odds. But far too many of us settle for what is convenient.”

    It shocked Jerry to hear these encouraging words, and all he could do was nod in agreement. He worked the next week, giving Benson and George time to find someone to replace him. He felt the eyes of the staff on him, and when their eyes met, the soft smiles that spoke encouragingly to his plan to leave. 

    Friday night, Jerry’s last night, he was draining the 3-compartment sink of the dirty dishwater and rinsing it out when Benson came in the back door. 

    “You almost finished?” Benson asked.

    “Yes, sir.”

    “Well, get cleaned up and on your way. I’ll lock up.”

    “Thanks.”

    Jerry finished wiping down the equipment, dried his hands, took off the apron and looked around the kitchen one last time. He scanned the small kitchen until his eyes brought him back to Benson standing by the back door. 

    “I think that is it. I guess I should go,” said Jerry.

    “Here is your final pay.”

    Jerry took the envelope and thumbed through the bills within. It seemed too much, and he looked up at Benson.

    “There’s an extra ten in there. A little something to help you on your way.”

    “Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

    “Are you headed out in the morning?”

    “Yes, sir.”

    “And you’re hitchhiking?”

    “Yeah,” Jerry replied, smiling at Benson.

    Benson shook his head. “Well, you watch your ass out there.”

    “I will. Thanks for everything.”

    “You’re welcome, now go on. Get out of here.”

    Jerry woke on Saturday to a bright, sunny morning. He showered, not knowing when he would get the chance again, packed his backpack, and eased out of his room. The small lobby was empty except for Mr. Harrelson behind the counter watching cartoons. He checked out, leaving the key on the counter, and stepped out on the sidewalk. He looked along the quiet street, turned to the north, where the interstate lay, and began to walk.

    To Be Continued


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  • Trying Out My New Slave Boy

    After my online rant (on my blog) about guys on online hookup apps making no effort, I need to share with you guys what happens when someone makes some effort.

    During my rant, I mentioned that I received eight messages on the app (it is a gay hookup app, you can email me if you’d like to know which one I use).  Seven of the eight were from guys saying “Hey” with blank profiles.  Usually I reply to “Hey”, with “That is what horses eat.”   Most of the time, the lazy moron on the other end doesn’t get it.

    The eighth messaged I received was from a guy whose profile was complete.  He had half a dozen photos of himself, including several face pics, he listed his age and what he was in to.  His profile said he was looking for guys that would like to master/dominate him and that he loves being a submissive bottom.  His message to me was an actual paragraph asking me if I would be interested in that role, he said he couldn’t host but could travel and we were less than twenty kilometers from each other.

    A cute, skinny, twenty-two year old guy wanted to drive over and let me use him, sounds great!

    We sent some messages back and forth, I shot him a face pics of me, we set some sexual boundaries and arranged a time for him to come over. An hour or so later, my door bell rang and he was right on time, to the minute actually.

    At my unit here I have an internal shared staircase so I buzzed him in ad cracked the door to my unit (Seinfeld style).

    It wasn’t long and he, I called him ‘Slave Boy’, walked in the door. I was standing in my living room waiting.  I was wearing a pair of red lycra speedos and nothing else.  Once he closed the door behind him, I told him to stay there, in front of the door, and take his clothes off. He did.  Slave Boy was then standing there butt naked.  What a tastey looking twenty-two year old body he had.  He was shaved and had a healthy looking cock that was mostly hard.

    Since I have a thing for guys in speedos, I threw him a pair of black lycra speedos that are a bit too small for me and told him to put them on.  I personally find a guy in speedos even hotter than a naked guy.   Slave Boy looked fantastic in my speedo and they fit him perfectly.  His cock might have stiffened a little bit as well and it was stretching the lycra material in the front.

    Slave Boy then just stood there, waiting for further instructions.

    I told him I’d have to pat him down to make sure he wasn’t recording anything or had any weapons on him.  Of course he didn’t, I had just seen him naked but it was part of the role.  As ordered, Slave Boy turned around facing the door, put his hands on it and spread his legs a little bit.

    His butt looked fantastic.  Slim, firm and I just wanted to eat it then and there.  I knew I’d get to fuck it soon enough.

    Walking up behind Slave Boy I roughly grabbed the back of his neck and pushed it against the door.  I was talking in his ear trying to sound angry that he was late.  Unintentionally, my cock, which had been one hundred percent hard since before Slave Boy arrived, touched his butt crack.  It felt good.  While I was talking dirty in his ear I began to dry hump Slave Boy’s bum.  The combination of both of us wearing speedos made it nice and slippery. Both our hips were grinding back and forth.

    I had one hand on the back of Slave Boy’s neck and with my right hand I slid it from his hip and reached around the front to his cock. It was covered with the lycra material but I started stroking/rubbing it.

    “Thank you Master Dave”, came out of Slave Boy’s mouth in a bit of a whimper, I told him to “Shut Up”.  I do have neighbours and we were against my front door so it wouldn’t take much for someone walking past my door to hear any noise that close.

    He was getting close to orgasm.  If we had kept it up, I would have had an orgasm grinding against his bum as well but I knew Slave Boy would beat me to cumming, he was twenty-two after all.

    Whispering in his ear, I told him not to cum, and if he did, he would be punished.

    I think that Slave Boy tried to resist cumming but he was no match for my right hand stroking his cock.  He spasmed, and let out a quiet “Aaaghhhh” as he started cumming.  His wet cum started oozing through the lycra of the speedo. When his cock stopped twitching my hand was covered in his cum, he must have shot a big load inside his speedo which would have been one cummy mess.

    Now it was time for his punishment.

    In his ear, I told Slave Boy that I was disappointed he disobeyed me and came in the speedos I had loaned him.  He knew that he had to be punished and stepping back I told him to keep his hands on the door and to bend over more.

    I walked over to my kitchen, pulled my cock out the top of my speedo and tucked it under my balls, I put a condom on and quickly smeared it with lube.  My cock was rock hard.

    At first I thought of pulling Slave Boy’s speedo down but I wanted to keep that cummy mess of his in one place so I managed to pull the bum part aside and got access to his pucker hole that way.  Not the easiest route but I managed to get the tip of my cock at his back door entry.  I told Slave Boy to count down from five.

    “Five, four, three, owwwww.”  I slipped my cock in on three to surprise him.

    A guy did that to me a few years ago and it had really taken my breath away.  For me, the guy slammed his cock all the way in but for Slave Boy I just poked the head of my cock inside him.  Taking it slowly, I gently slid in and out, in and out, a little bit deeper each time and Slave Boy’s hips were rocking back to meet my trusts so he wanted more.  Then I was making those entire cock length long strokes in and out of him.  My cock was so incredibly hard!

    I told Slave Boy that he could jerk himself off and he started rubbing his cock through the speedo just as I had done to him earlier.

    Any second during this I could have increased my tempo and started cumming myself, I wanted to savour it and I was OK to wait for Slave Boy to cum again.  For what felt like eternity, I was on the edge of cumming when finally Slave Boy started breathing harder as his orgasm approached.  That was enough for me to loose my self control and I started pile driving my cock in his bum.  I think my orgasm started first but it was only by a few seconds as I felt Slave Boy’s anal sphincter contract around my cock half way through my own orgasm.

    Slowly, I slipped my cock out of him.  I pulled the condom off and cleaned my cock by rubbing it on the bum his speedo.  Slave Boy’s right hand was a cummy mess from rubbing himself to orgasm and I told him to wipe it on his own butt as well.

    Tucking myself back in to my speedo I looked at Slave Boy’s speedo and what a mess it was.

    I grabbed a beach towel and gave it to Slave Boy, he looked at me with those innocent twenty-two year old blue eyes wondering what I had in store for him now.  I told him to walk down to the beach and go for a swim and wash the cum out of the speedo.  He looked a little bit terrified.  Slave Boy didn’t own a speedo so obviously didn’t wear them and now I was telling him to go down to a public beach and wear a very cummy pair of speedos in public.

    From my unit I can see the lifeguard flags at the beach and I instructed Slave Boy to walk down, put his towel at the base of one of the flags and go for a swim.  Being a Tuesday there wasn’t many people on the beach so I wasn’t being too mean.

    Slave Boy wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out the door.

    From my unit I watched the shirtless twenty-two year old, that I had just fucked, walked down to the beach and, just as I had ordered, he dropped his towel and went for a swim.  Nobody noticed or cared but he looked around a few times before he dropped his towel.

    When he came back I think he was a little bit proud of himself.  I let him keep the speedo and told him I’d see him in two days time.

    I’ll be sure to keep you guys abreast of my future adventures with Slave Boy and if anyone has any creative ideas on what I can do with/to him please send me through your suggestions.

    Also, as a final note, the moral of this story is…. seven guys messaged me saying “Hey”, one guy took three minutes to write a proper response and I think it was worth that little bit of effort.


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  • The City & the Night

    “After Dark”

    Yeah, that’s it. Keep pushing. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Not yet. Almost there. Almost there. Now…

    I came to a relieved standstill, chest heaving, hands resting on my burning thighs. God, I needed that. In my final year of University running had become my way of giving my brain a chance to switch itself off and to focus on nothing more than the placing of one foot in front of the other. It took me out of my head and put me back into my body at the same time, and reminded me, albeit briefly, that I was a living, breathing animal.

    Having just completed one final lap of the lake in Crookes Valley Park, I looked up and realised I was finishing much later than I’d intended. The chavvy guy who’d been sitting on the wall in front of the Damhouse bar had disappeared (I’d had the sneaking suspicion he was filming me but maybe I was just being paranoid) and now a dusky-blue evening hung over the city. The sun’s dying rays glittered their goodbye in the windows of the looming Arts Tower, where from behind, a full moon had slipped secretly and silver-naked into view.

    Because I’ve been up here for a while, I’m starting to feel the monotony of the tower block… 

    Oh great. Half an hour of pounding pavement and I still had that bloody song on my brain. Makes a change from dark matter theory, I reasoned.

    I had realised early on in life that being an only child was something of a mixed blessing. I got all the attention I could stomach, but I was never in competition with anyone but me. Deprived of such formative opportunities, I found I always had to study harder, run faster, push further than the boy I saw in the mirror.

    University life, therefore, had been challenging in more ways than one. Engaging with my fellow man was one such example. I was not known for being the most sociable of creatures, spending far too much time in my own head. While most of my contemporaries saw it as a golden opportunity to let off some steam; be it through drink or drugs or warm bodies, I was wary of losing myself and never finding my way back. I put it down to genetics.

    I took a moment to look into the calm, black water of the lake, wondering how deep it was; the refracted light of sun and moon mingling together on the surface. For a few stolen moments they shared the same sky, locked in endless pursuit. Now the sun was all but gone. Landmarks which by day were so familiar, had been transformed by the stealthy onset of night, and as I walked up the steps to the trees behind the bowling green, it was already dark under the rustling leaves.

    Three lads were leaning on the railings which lined the path near the back of the old, redbrick bowling shed; hard to distinguish, but mid-to-late twenties maybe, passing round a cigarette between them. I’d glimpsed them earlier as well, sitting on a bench overlooking the water, knocking back a few cans and sharing stuff on their phones. When they saw me, they inclined their heads together conspiratorially, and as I approached, I made a mental note not to make eye contact.

    We’d all heard the rumours. Each night, as darkness fell, the park was supposedly transformed into a gay men’s playground; something I’d gleaned from the drunken banter between lads on the way back from town on those occasional Saturday nights I’d been persuaded to lighten the fuck up. The open gates stood just off the main road to and from town and made a convenient piss-stop. There was always someone in our group (usually Billy, an American guy from Tennessee) whose over-indulged bladder necessitated a quick dash inside to water the nearest bush, then a sprint back out again in case he fell prey to the nefarious twilight world that allegedly lurked in the shadows.

    Something about the notion of strangers joining in brief, uncomplicated encounters, with nothing more than the primal urge to enjoy each other’s anonymous bodies after dark, was weirdly unsettling, but in that murky, conflicting way in which fear of the unknown is sometimes an extreme form of exitement. Occasionally, only occasionally, I’d let my mind wander there, imagining scenarios, and sometimes even guiltily cracking one off under the duvet after getting uncustomarily shitfaced, but other than that I’d given it little real thought.

    Now I found myself right there, sober and alone, and suddenly very conscious of the fact that the thin, black fabric of my shorts was the only thing covering the white jockstrap underneath and clung to the curves of my firm rump as the heat of that evening’s run began to creep over my body.

    As I walked past them, one of the lads turned casually and held out a cigarette, asking (in heavily-accented English) if I fancied a smoke. My heart puttered in my chest but I ignored him and kept on walking, but immediately they were right behind me, whispering in low voices between themselves. One foot in front of the other, I was telling myself, when suddenly I felt a warm hand on my buttock; lightly at first, then other hands joined in and sank into both mounds with a boldness which startled me.

    “Hey, why you in such a hurry English boy?“ one of them leered as he swung in front of me, jigging from foot to foot like he needed to pee and placing his hands on my pecs to bring me to halt. “You gotta nice ass there, man.” He brought his grinning face close to mine as he reached round brazenly for another feel.

    One of the lads behind me blew smoke against my ear. “You be nice to us, we be nice to you, yeah?” he said matter-of-factly, leaning in and sliding a hand down the back of my shorts to give my arse a firm squeeze.

    I braced myself inwardly for a moment, my eyes gazing toward the steps beyond which led up to the top level of the park and the exit, not knowing how to respond. I felt like I was being corralled by pack animals that had instinctively sensed my weakness, and my hesitation seemed to offer them all the signal they needed. I found myself surrounded and being maneuvered into the shadows under the trees beside the path, pushed down on to my knees and a worn denim crotch was in my face…

    *****

    Sharing a house with five other guys could be a stifling experience at times, but it meant I was no stranger to the male form. It never ceased to intrigue me that the most unnassuming, average-looking Joe you might pass by everyday on the street often seemed to be disproportionately blessed when it came to the organ between his legs.

    He unzipped quickly, and the large purple head of an obscenely huge cock was brushed against my lips. I could taste the salty tang of precum.

    “Maybe you like to smoke on this, eh, bitch,” his tone wry, but unquestioning.

    He slapped my face with his stiffening meat as he slid his fingers round the back of my head with his free hand.

    The lad standing next to him began tugging on the large bulge tenting in his trackies and out plopped another big, veiny prick only inches from my mouth. I could sense the warmth of his ripe flesh, laced with the faint aroma of piss rising from his pink slit. I glanced upwards, as an electrifying mixture of fear and unnamed desire rose in me, but I could no longer make out their faces in the dark. At this point, however, my double-crossing dick began sending me signals.

    All at once, I was on the edge of a strange new place, no longer aware of my surroundings, only my heart going like mad and the rush of blood in my ears, wanting to lose myself. As everything clicked into instinctive slow-motion, my wavering lips parted willingly to accept the challenge as it was offered.

    Suddenly I was taking turns sucking on two rock-hard cocks as if I’d been doing it my whole adult life; gripping them both firmly at the base of the shaft and slowly swirling my tongue around one glistening piss slit then the next, feasting on one then the other, then swallowing them each in turn, deeper and deeper, until I could feel the prickle of groin against my nose. This is really happening, I thought.

    Behind me, the third lad was unbuttoning his combats and I felt him sink to his knees to begin pulling at my shorts. I leaned forward slightly, vaguely aware I was aiding and abetting, when in one determined movement he used both hands to rip them wide open, letting in the cool night air. Rough hands massaged my mounds. I was already learning to relish the sensation.

    Then I could feel the round mushroom head of a spit-slicked bellend probing at my exposed arsehole, which clenched involuntarily then relaxed as he firmly spread my milky white cheeks wide apart and spat.

    In surprise, I choked on the thick cock in my mouth, and drew back before it was quickly rammed home again. I needed a moment to catch my breath, and so holding the swollen cockhead in the back of my throat, I gulped hard, taking in welcome air through my nostrils, and heard a gratifying moan of pleasure from above; seems I was good at thinking on my knees. Behind me, combat lad opened me up gradually to take every last inch of his raw fuck meat till he was balls deep inside.

    “Yeah, this is what you like, eh, you English bastards,” he breathed, close to my ear.

    Sometimes it takes a stranger to tell you who you are, I thought.

    He groaned as he began to piston in and out, full balls slapping against my plush hole. Grabbing a fistful of my hair he guided first one engorged cock then the other right to the hilt in my hungry throat, tugging back my head and pushing my face into the smooth, low-hanging bollocks that swung tantalisingly, musky with the scent of soap and manly exertion, as the two other lads wanked furiously on their rigid knobs before spit-roasting me once more.

    By now he was pounding my aching fuck chute with a hammering of rough, eager thrusts when my freshly stretched hole tensed around his thick meat, sending a shudder through his body, and then I could feel it; a hot jet of sticky white fuck juice flooding my guts. His breathing faltered as he emptied into me, grunting in quick, successive gasps, letting the scruff of his chin rest on the back of my neck, his hot breath in my hair, then he leaned back to give me a few more final questing shunts as I milked the fullness of his length before he stood up again.

    Immediately, trackie lad took his place behind me and shoved his cock inside in one firm unrelenting stroke; this one even bigger, slower at first, enjoying the feel of my pink pucker as it tightened fervently around the girth of his pole, then quickening the pace. He growled angry words I couldn’t understand, gripping me firmly by the hips and burying his thick shaft deep between my mounds, grinding hard into my slick hole, until he stopped abruptly, holding me assertively in place.

    His cock twitched, and with a sudden rush that, to this day, I swear I could feel all the way up the curve of his pulsating rod, he spewed the spunk from his heavy balls deep into me, slapped my arse and staggered to his feet.

    It was then, for the first time in my life, I was awakened to the strangely gratifying sensation of another man’s cum beginning to slide from deep inside me to drip down my balls, as the third lad, the one in denims and a buzzcut, knelt behind me with the same urgent need to plunge his monster cock into my spunk-filled slot, while the other two took turns feeding their sticky meat into my mouth, getting them both hard again.

    *****

    This was the one I’d been waiting for. He was the one who had first stopped me on the path. His was the first cock I ever sucked. It was the biggest of the three and breathtakingly sculpted, with a thick vein running from the purple head to his furry groin. It looked like it belonged on a porn star, and now it was about reap its rewards.

    “You gotta nice ass there, man,” he reminded me, his mouth right by my ear.

    With almost impeccable comic timing, the buzzing intro to Don’t You Want Me? suddenly came blasting from the open windows of the Damhouse bar, back across the lake, as the regular business of a Saturday night was resumed for the city’s other inhabitants. I nearly laughed out loud.

    I could practically feel the grin on his face as he slowly pushed himself inside. Pulling tight on the ragged waistband of my shorts with one hand and the back of my head with the other, Denim lad cored me out with a leisurely vehemence. Then he was speaking again; calling me a slut, a cock-loving whore, ordering me to fucking take it like a good little pussy boy, telling me to make him cum, telling me I liked it.

    I pulled back from the engorged meat in my mouth and turned my head to meet his. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded. “Don’t stop. Not yet.”

    Without missing a stroke he tugged at my shorts until they came free in his hand and looped them around my neck in a makeshift leash, pulling hard. Faster and faster he drilled his thrilling meat into me, struggling to control his breathing, until he was fucking me like an animal.

    “Yeah, that’s how you like it, eh, English boy,” he glowered. “Make me cum. Make me cum in you. Uh, gonna cum in you… NOW…”

    I felt his cock convulse as the third and biggest spunkload of the evening was unleashed inside my well-used cunt with a long, low, juddering moan. He put his hands on the ground either side of me and placed his chin on my shoulder, gently biting my earlobe, then he grabbed my hair and pulled back my head until it was level with the two rigid cocks in front as once again they were skilfully wanked to completion.

    To a crescendo of moans my face was decorated with a double onslaught of man-batter until I could barely see. Then after a moment’s reprieve Denim lad slowly withdrew his throbbing cock only to slide into me again, repeating the motion until a guttural sigh of satisfaction sounded in his throat. I gasped for breath; cum oozing from my cock-ravaged arse and sliding down my face.

    Then all three were standing over me.

    One of them reached down with a calloused hand and placed his sticky thumb on my lower lip to prize open my mouth, as each rewarded me in his turn with a drooling gob of spit to mark their territory; reminding me I was an animal.

    “Na razie,” Denim lad said, still out of breath as they fastened up. “Do you again sometime, maybe.” He stroked the side of my face. Then they strolled away, laughing quietly and lighting up another smoke.

    I stayed there motionless in exhilarated awe, my own cum seeping through the front of my jockstrap, sweat cooling on my brow, as the sounds of the city came rushing back; a warm springtime breeze whispering through the trees, the distant rumble of traffic somewhere beyond and music mixed with the lairy voices of other lads well on their way to a night out in town.

    Wanting more.

    I found myself wishing even one of them would find himself wandering along the short path that led right to the spot where I knelt in supplication, reluctant to leave, transformed by the welcome onset of night, and eager to take his ease down in the park.

    As if in answer, the light of the moon broke through, casting its spell.

    Something in the air told me to wait.


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  • Horny Boys On Campus

    “What are you doing a week from Saturday night?”

    “Depends on what you’re roping me into. What’s up sister?”

    “My sorority is hosting a costume party with one of the fraternity houses and I want you to go with me. We are doing famous people costumes“

    “That’s kind of a broad statement don’t you think? What does that mean exactly? And more importantly what are you wanting me to dress up as this time?“

    This wasn’t my first BBQ with Kat. We’ve been friends since preschool and she’s talked me into so many things so this was a legitimate question. Most of her ideas were great and I’d end up having a good time but way to many times I ended up in hot water so asking was smart. It’s not like I’d ever tell her no, why would I start now? I never had before. Our mothers laughed about it all the time. Her mom said we were joined at the hip, mine said it was more like Kat had me on a leash. It’s true, I was the follower and by far she was the master mind.

     “Dev, you’re such a pussy sometimes. It’s just a costume party, I just want us to go together as a couple. What’s the big deal?”

    “Look, sweetie, I’m not interested in going to some damn party with a bunch a up tight homophobic frat boys trying to prove something. No thanks, I don’t need the grief”

    “Oh come on. It’ll be fun to dress up and have a few drinks. Do this with me baby boy”

    “I don’t have a costume nor do I have time to fool with it”

    “You don’t have to do a thing, I got it covered. I have the cutest outfits for us, you’re gonna love them”

    “Dear God, cute? What on earth did you pick out?”

    “I thought we could go as Peter Pan and Tinker Bell”

    “Hell no, I’m not dressing up as Tinker Bell!”

    “Oh get real. You’d be Peter Pan”

    “You’re gonna get my ass kicked in that thing”

    “These are not a bunch of apes. I know a lot of them and they’re really nice guys and they have several gay brothers in the house. You’ll be just fine, no ones gonna mess with you”

    “What about this costume?”

    “One of the girls has one she wore in a play last year. I already tried it on, it will fit you perfectly”

    I guess I should explain. Kat and I are the same size, have been all our lives. When we were kids, we wore each other’s clothes all the time. One Halloween in high school, she dressed me in one of her formals and full make up and no one knew it was me for the longest time. It’s not like she’s a big girl, I’m just slight built. We even have the same size feet so we could wear each other shoes each other’s shoes. Both of us are five foot seven and except for my shoulders being a little broader and my hips are slightly slimmer, we are pretty much the same, we even have hair almost the same color. In school, we got called twins all the time. At first glance we look a lot alike but her cheek bones are higher and she has blue eyes and mine are brown. 

    I never really came out, and no one ever bothered me about it. Kat would have kicked their ass if they did, she was the fighter of the two of us. I’m not effeminate or anything but I’m not that masculine either. I’m in my second year in college and I still don’t shave and my voice never really deepened ether. It’s not like I didn’t go through puberty, it’s like it ran past me really quickly and only left a little dust on me. I didn’t care, I was always pretty secure in who I was. I dated a handful of guys both in high school and here at the university but nothing serious as of yet.

    So back to the story. An hour later, she was standing in my little apartment having me try on the costume. She was right, it fit perfectly. She said her and a bunch of her sorority sisters decided they would go as characters from Disney movies. That’s how we ended up dressed like Peter Pan and Tinker Bell. She kept assuring me that I would be fine hanging out with her and her girlfriends. I assured her that as soon as those girls had a few cocktails, all they would care about is the frat boys and I would be left to my own devices. 

    Finally the night of the party was on us and I went over to dress with Kat. I had to admit, we looked pretty great. Fortunately, I’ve always had pretty nice legs so I looked good in tights and little green tunic just covered my ass but just barley. The girls and I headed off to the party and just as I predicted, I was soon all alone to fend for myself. I figured I’d make the rounds, have a drink or two and go home. I was walking into the kitchen to get my second drink when someone yelled and I turned  to see what happened. Unfortunately, I hadn’t stopped walking and as I turned back around I ran into something and was nearly in the floor when an arm from nowhere clamped around my cinched waist and caught me. 

    “Hey cutie, who are you dressed as?”

    Once I realized I was okay and looked up at my savior and about swallowed my tongue. I’m looking up at a totally hot looking guy with hardly anything on. He was built like a Greek statue and his skin was as smooth as one too. His wild chestnut hair hung past his shoulders and his face was a work of art. He was beautiful to say the least and I was in his strong arms. All he’s got on is a loin cloth and some leather flip flops, He’s Tarzan but I’m damn sure no Jane! I was at a total loss for words. I’m stammering like a fool as I look up in that handsome face and those big brown eyes. A guy in a half dressed sailor outfit was next to him and he started laughing. 

    “Chip’s done it again. He knocks um off their feet swoops them in his arms and they fall in love. Dude, put some clothes on and give the rest of us a chance”

    “Fuck off Chandler, run along and play so I can apologize. Want a drink cutie?”

    “Waters fine”

    He reached over and grabbed a water from a tub of ice and handed it to me. He still had his arm around me. I’m starting to panic. He thinks I’m a girl. I gotta get out of here fast.

    “What’s your name, little bit? You’re about the cutest thing I’ve seen all night”

    “I’m Dev, I gotta go”

    “Hang out and talk to me for a while”

    He took my hand and guided me out on the deck in the back yard. This man is fucking huge! I’m betting he’s nearly a foot taller than me and about 95% of him is naked. On any other day, I’d be watching him from afar but he was way to close. He’s gonna find out I’m a guy and beat the hell out of me. I’m shuddering and stammering trying to figure out what to say. His tiny little suede loin cloth is hardly covering anything and I wanna look but I’m scared to. We ended up over on the far side of the deck in a darker area away from the crowd. He sat down on a bench and leaned back and spread his legs. I wanted to pass out. His loin cloth had a pouch under it holding his cock and balls and it was on full display now. I glanced down to take it in and he caught me. 

    “So you are interested. I’ll show you mine and you can show me yours, alright?”

    He’s grinning at me

    “Dev, why don’t you come over here and sit in my lap”

    By now in starting to sweat and I step back.

    “This is a big misunderstanding, I’m sure you’re a nice guy but this can’t happen”

    “Why, you got a boyfriend you’re faithful to or something?”

    “That’s not it. I’m, ah, well, you see….”

    He reached out and slipped his hand behind my waist and pulls me closer. He slipped it under my tunic and cupped my little ass.

    “Hot little ass you got there. Firm and perky, not flabby like the rest of those sluts”

    I put my hands on his shoulders and tried to push away. All of a sudden he pulled me in close and kissed me. I kinda melted a minute. In my relaxed state he moved quickly and slipped the back of my tights down over my ass and was helping himself to hands full of ass. I pulled my head away and I’m shaking.

    “Look, it’s a cool. I’m not gonna hurt you. Let me tell ya something. I saw you and your little group of Disney princesses when you walked up the sidewalk to the party. I was a little behind you all. I thought you were cute. I also saw them abandon you and I jumped in front and nearly knocked you down in there. I wanted to meet you. I’ve seen you on campus several times but you always vanish like the wind”

    He’s still playing with my ass and his middle finger is rubbing my little pink rosebud. He pulled it out and stuck it in his mouth and then stuck it back in my crack, rubbing spit on my hole. As freaked out as I was, he was doing thing’s to drive me wild. I tossed my head back and arched my back then pushed back on his slick finger. He slid my hand down his ripped body and put it under his loin cloth on his big bulging pouch. Then I caught myself pulling away and said..

    “But you don’t get it….”

    “Oh I get it, I’m not some dumb jock, I know.  You see, some guys like your kind of pussy. I know and it’s cool.

    ”He puts my hand back on his pouch and grins down at me. 

    “I promise, I wasn’t pretending anything. Ahhhh, ohmygod. Peter Pan is a boy. Uh uh uh”

    His finger had gone deeper and found my love button. He started turning me around and pulling me closer. His finger slipped out and I gasped. He pulled my tights further down so my ass is completely bare. He leans in and whispered in my ear…

    “You’re not saying no, I take it you’re good with me fucking that sweet little ass”

    He stuck his fingers in my mouth before I could answer. He swirled them around in my mouth then pulled them out again. He fumbled around behind me a bit then I felt his cock head, slick with spit, move in the crack of my ass. His hands grip my waist and  he pulled me back on it. I felt the pressure of his thick head against my hole. 

    “Relax” 

    he whispered 

    “just let me in. You’re gonna love this”

    He increased his pull on me and soon he breached my tight ring and I gasped. He laughed at my reaction.

    “Probably shoulda told you it was pretty thick. Just so you know, it’s pretty long too”

    I couldn’t say anything, hell, I could hardly catch my breath. Talking was out of the question. I couldn’t believe I was taking such a huge cock with only a little spit for lube. I felt like he was ripping me in two. At one point, he pulled me harder back on his cock and I cried out. He put his hand over my mouth and told me to keep it down. He pulled me up and it felt like his cock was suctioning my guts out. Good thing his hand was over my mouth because I was screaming that time. With all the loud music coming from the open doors, no one heard a thing. After a few strokes in and out, I guess his cock slime was coating me pretty good and it didn’t hurt so bad. Soon it was feeling pretty good and I kinda relaxed and collapsed against his body. He was completely balls deep in me now and he let me just sit there and get use to it. He removed his hand and said…

    “At first I thought you were a chick but I figured it out pretty fast. I new when I saw you clime the steps and I got a look at that high setting ass, I’d be balls deep in it before the night was over. Fuck, your ass is tight”

    About that time someone yells his name and I see that guy in the sailors costume come out on the deck. He spots us and starts coming our way. I look like in sitting in his lap or at least leaning in it. He said to play it cool and smile.

    “Dude, I’ve been looking all over the place for your ass. I shoulda know you’d be working some hottie in the shadows”

    “You remember my rude friend, Chandler, from the kitchen? This is Dev, we’re just talking so go back inside and find someone to play with and I’ll check you later”

    “That was close, you okay?” 

    I nodded 

    “Slowly pull off and we can go somewhere else and we can do it right”

    It’s like I was in a trance, I just did as he said. I slowly stood up, pulling his big cock from my ass. When the big head popped out, I moaned but I slid up my tights and turned to face him. I looked down just in time to see some of the massive cock that had been up my ass disappear into his pouch. I looked up at him and he said…

    “Don’t worry, it will soon be back up that tight little cunt. Come on, follow me”

    He grabbed my hand and we stepped down off the deck and started across the yard to some kind of out building on the back side of the property. He pulled me around the side farthest from the house. 

    “Take off your clothes”

    I just stood looking at him like some mute. He just pulled a leather string on the side of his loin cloth and it fell to the the ground. God damn he was fucking hot as hell. He grabs his half hard cock and stroked it back up. That thing was probably nine inches or more. It was fucking huge. I’m just slack jawed as I look at him. He leaned down and stuck his face in mine and put a hand on my shoulder, he gave me a little shake to pull me out of my stupor. 

    “Look, Dev, if you’re not into it it’s fine. I’ll get dressed and we can forget about it. But I gotta say, your perky little ass felt incredible with my cock in it. I’d love to keep going”

    He reached over and tugged a little on my tunic and my mind kicked back in gear. 

    “What do you want with me? You’re way out of my league”

    “Don’t sell yourself short. I’m into little guys like you. Used to date chicks just like you until I got drunk one time and fucked this girls brother. I still date girls but I get horny and what we did on the deck would never happen with a chick. Best I’d get was a hand job and I can do that myself and better too. They don’t like to give head and when you can get um to do it they are lousy at it. Maybe I’m bi, I don’t know, but I do like fucking guys like you better. So what do ya say? You wanna ride this again or what?”

    I stopped questioning everything and started stripping out of that damn costume. As the last of my clothes hit the ground, he grabbed me and put my hands on the shed and had me spread my legs a little. He squatted down, pointed his cock at my hole and started pushing up into me. Soon as that huge head breached my hole again, he pushed harder until he was balls deep again. Once again, he took my breath away. He started sawing that long cock in and out of me faster and faster. His hands were all over me too. He started tweaking my nipples and I’d react by clamping down on his cock. 

    “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that. Damn that thing’s tight”

    We kept going like that for what seemed to be hours. I’d really lost track of time and didn’t care anyway. 

    “Fuck, I can’t hold it anymore. I gotta cum, I gotta breed your little cunt. Ah, ah, ah”

    I didn’t have a chance to answer and he was filling my ass with cum. He held on to me so tight I nearly passed out. I could feel his thick cock pulse inside me as he finished shooting his load. He held me that way for a while before he finally started pulling out. That’s when I noticed I’d cum and didn’t even know it, a puddle of cum was running down the side of the wall in front of me. To fucking hot, I’d never done that before. Judging by how many times his cock pulsed inside me, I figured he must have shot a huge load. I just knew it was gonna be a huge mess and I didn’t have anything to clean it up with. How the hell was I gonna get out of here without people knowing what I did. I started to freak a little and my body kind of seized up as he’s pulling out. 

    “Damn, loosen up so I can pull out. What’s wrong? Didn’t you like it?”

    I told him my concern and he kinda laughed a little as he pulled free from my clutching hole.

    “It’s cool, no ones gonna know. This is another reason I like fucking guys. I can fuck um bareback and because I’m longer than most guys and I shoot so hard that my seed is so deep in you, it more likely to be soaked up inside before it could ever drip back out”

    He’s so matter of fact as he stands there naked, helping me get back in that stupid costume as he explains why he likes fucking guys better than girls. 

    “You see, even when a chick will let you fuck um raw, they never let you cum inside and most won’t even let me go as deep as I did you. They all bitch that it’s too long or it’s too thick and it hurts. Besides all that, if you cum in a chick you might end up with someone calling you daddy. Not the case with fucking guys, they can take cum till kingdom come and never get knocked up”

    He’s just chatting away as I’m getting myself together. I’ve never met anyone so up front and mater of fact about sex. If I wasn’t so  scared we were gonna get caught, I’d have been laughing my head off and still he talked.

    “I was at this party one time and this guy I know was so drunk he started asking guys to fuck him. He’s this big football player and is known for chasing pussy all over the place but it was late and all the girls had left and he’s stripped off and begging for it. He took on around ten guys, took um bareback and was begging them to breed him. So I know how you guys like cum in your cunts. First time I saw you on campus, all I could think about was breeding that perky as fuck ass. It’s taken me longer to track you down but you were damn sure worth the wait”

    He finally put his loin cloth back on and I was dressed and we are walking back to the house. He’s so nonchalant about everything, blows my mind. As we walk in the back door, Kat spots me and comes over. 

    “Where the hell have you been? Kim is sick as a dog and I need you to help me get her home. We gotta go”

    She latched on to my wrist and away we went. I looked over my shoulder at Chip and he’d been caught by someone as well. He looked at me as I disappeared into the crowd. We got Kim back to her dorm and made sure she was okay and we went our separate ways. I figured I’d never see Chip again, it’s a huge campus and so many people. I didn’t know anything about him and no way to find him. Not that I was sure I needed to get mixed up with this guy. I mean the sex was unreal and he was fucking hot as hell but he unnerved me. God only know what he would do next. I just filed him away as a hot time and went about my life. 

    About a month later, my class was canceled and I’m cutting through the student union and I hear someone call my name. I turn and look and I don’t see anyone I recognize so I turn and keep going. I hear it again and again I look back. Only person I see looking my way is this big blonde guy in black horn rim glasses and baggy sweats. He starts waving at me so I stop and wait for him. I’ve got no idea what this guy wants or who he is, I’ve never seen him before. As soon as he got to me he swooped me up in his arms in a big bear hug, scared the hell out of me. 

    “Dev! It’s so good to see you, I’ve been trying to figure out how to find you for a while now. What’s up, man?”

    I’m in total confusion here, how the hell do I know this guy?

    “I’m sorry, have we met before?”

    “You’re kidding, you don’t recognize me? Me Tarzan, you Peter Pan? The party a month ago? Remember?”

    “Oh my God, you look totally different! What happened to all that long brown hair and the dark eyes? I’d a never guessed it was you”

    “First off, the hair was a wig. A very good one I guess since you couldn’t tell. I also had on dark contacts because whoever heard of Tarzan with glasses?”

    “Too funny, I also wouldn’t know you with clothes on ether. Talk about a transformation, you look so normal”

    “Yeah, I guess that makes since. Shoulda seen your face. Total confusion”

    “So, why were you looking for me? What can I do for you” 

    Playing it coy, I wanted to see where this was going.

    “Well, I thought we could grab dinner or something. Get to know you better”

    “I don’t know about that. I think you made it pretty clear what you were looking for and that was fun and all but that’s not me. I never aspired to be some guys cum dump. You kinda scared me”

    “Look, I get it. I can be a lot to take but I’m not like that all the time. I was a little drunk and I talk to much when I’m like that. Give me a chance. What about coffee, is that tame enough for you? You name the place, I just wanna get to know you better”

    I leaned in and dropped my voice…

    “You just wanna fuck me again, that’s what you really want”

    I stepped back and started to turn away…

    “Well, yeah, that’s true. You were incredible, but I’d like to see what else I can find out about you. I know I came on strong but I thought you were hot and if I’d have caught you on campus one of those other times, I’d have asked you out then. What do you say?”

    I wanted to make him squirm a bit. Even in those glasses and baggy sweats the man was gorgeous, like I’m gonna say no. I mean it’s true, he did kinda a scare me that night, he was sort of a loose cannon. He pretty much did as he pleased, taking me that way but I coulda walked away at several points and didn’t. He didn’t force me to do anything against my will. He played with my ass and I lost any since of decorum, I wanted it. He’s also right about a few things, I did like taking his big cock and when he pumped that massive load in my hungry boy pussy, I was loving it. That night when I got in bed, I pushed fingers up my ass as far as I could to find his load but it was too deep. I was turned on for days thinking about my body soaking it up. All that time he’s telling me how he likes fucking guys better than girls, I nearly dropped my tights so he could do me again. God he had me wired. I just never thought I’d see him again. He had me so turned on that the next day, I called this jock I tutor to come over and fuck me, he’s far from as hot as Chip but he has a nice big cock and he likes fucking me. As much as I got off on him pumping his load up my ass, it wasn’t anything like what happened the night before. Anyway, Chip was back pedaling like crazy trying to get me to go out with him so I threw him a bone.

    “Okay, I’ll do coffee and you can present your case for redemption”

    He got the biggest grin on his face and and seemed to relax a bit. He got my phone number and asked about scheduling. We decided to meet at this little place off campus called The Bean n Brew on Saturday, just two day later. He thanked me for another chance and we went our way. If he only knew I’d have been thrilled if he’d pulled me into a dark corner and just fucked me again, let’s face it the man turned me on. I thought Saturday would never get there, I looked forward to seeing him again. I watched across the street for him to arrive and I made him wait a good ten minutes before I walked in. He looked amazing, dressed skin tight skinny jeans and a snug black pull over and leather flip flops. Damn, even his feet were perfect. His short cropped blond hair and blue eyes just set it all off. He stood over to the side waiting for me and he looked hot as hell. He smiled and came over to me as I walked in, never once said a thing about me being late. One of the first things I noticed about him was that he obviously wasn’t wearing any underwear, I could see his big cock running down his leg. This wasn’t gonna be easy with that hanging in front of me. 

    “Hey, glad you made it. Name your poison, what’ll ya have?”

    Got our drinks and he led me over to some big over stuffed chairs. We were sitting pretty close and the conversation was easy but my eyes kept wondering over to the long cock on display in those jeans, I swear he was getting hard. At one point I excused myself and went to the restroom. I finished up, washed my hands and turned to open the door and Chip pushed his way in. He locked the door behind him and said…

    “This wasn’t how I planed this but you’re making me crazy. I just gotta fuck you again, it’s all I can think about is breeding your tight little cunt”

    He reached over and pulled my shirt up over my head and pulled my shorts off. That’s all I had on, I got rid of all my underwear back in high school so I was just standing there in my little white Keds. He turned me around and jammed his tongue up my ass and started opening me up. I’m moaning like a whore in heat but I hadn’t said a word yet. I can see him kneeling behind me in the mirror over the sink I’m holding on to, pulling his jeans down. He stands back up, making eye contact in the mirror as he lined his big dripping cock up with my hole. He started pushing up in me and I was pushing back just as hard. It didn’t hurt like last time but I was still seeing stars as he hit bottom. He wrapped his hands around my waist, never taking his eyes off mine. 

    “Tell me you wanted this as bad as I do”

    “Just shut up and fuck”

    I looked back in his eyes and whispered into the mirror as I nodded yes to him..

    “Cum in me, cum in me, just breed me Chip”

    He picked up the pace and was slamming into me hard and then he gave me his load. He slipped his hands up my body and pulled me closer into a bear hug and said…

    “I’ve been fantasizing about this since I saw you the other day. I should have waited, I know it but…”

    “It’s okay, I wanted it as well. We gotta get out of here before we get in trouble”

    He pulled out of me making me moan again. God that felt good. I jumped back in my clothes as he did and we walked back out. He was right behind me as I walked out front. I glanced over at the guy behind the counter just as Chip handed him an OUT OF ORDER sign and he handed Chip his backpack. He looked over at me and gave me a wink then gave Chip a fist bump. I headed out the front door and stopped and waited for him. 

    “So, let me get this straight. You picked this place so you could have uninterruptible access to my ass. That guy was your look out, right?”

    He stood there like a kid that just got called to the principals office. His head is tilted and he glanced over at me and grinned. 

    “Be honest, you’re as into me as I am into you. I thought I could just sit and talk but when you got up and walked away. I took one look at that little ass and I wanted back in it. Don’t be mad at Jay, he’s a good guy and we have a history together”

    “So he knows you were in there fucking me?”

    “Yep, given half a chance, he’d a been right behind me wanting a shot at your ass as well. He thinks you’re hot as I do”

    “Was I right? You only want to fuck me, that’s it”

    “No, I was telling you the truth the other day. I picked this place because I like it and I didn’t know Jay was working. The more I’m around you the more I like you but the more I am, I wanna be in you too. You are a hot little fucker, sexy as hell”

    “Well, I guess I better get use to it. A couple of questions, are you going to date me like a regular guy or are we just gonna fuck?”

    “What’s wrong with both?”

    That’s how it went. We’d go out to dinner, I ended up getting fucked at some point before we left, any place we went it happened. He did start coming over to my apartment a lot and those times I got it more than once. He was obsessed with my ass. He always managed to at least have me naked from waist down, one night I was making dinner and he ended up fucking me as I did it. He wouldn’t let me stop cooking. Seems we were always at it. I never really thought of it as a serious relationship, so I was still messing around with other guys. That guy I tutored was still fucking me every week as well.

    Another party at his frat house was coming up and he wanted me to come. Well, I knew I’d probably be out on the deck again riding his cock at some point but I was up for it. So that night, we went and I went to get us a drink while he was talking to friends. I was at the bar when a guy walks up…

    “I remember you, Bev…Tev…Kev. Something like that”

    “Hi Chandler, it’s Dev. You were close”

    “You know something…. that night I thought you were a girl. You were pretty cute in that get up”

    “Nope, I’m a guy. Aren’t ya glad you didn’t do something you’d regret?”

    “Nah, you’re still pretty cute, even for a guy. I’d fuck you”

    I was a little taken by surprise to say the least. I was even more surprised when his hand found it’s way to my ass and gave me a firm squeeze. I snapped my head up and looked at him just as the bartender delivered our drinks. 

    “I’d lay money Chip fucked you that night, lucky bastard”

    “You’re gay?”

    “No, but he n I and a bunch of other dudes fucked this guy together once. It was pretty good and I’ve done him a few times since then, but I bet your little ass is way tighter than that sloppy fucker. Whadayasay? Interested”

    I was walking back to Chip and he was right beside me. As soon as he saw Chip, he went on ahead to say something. He fist bumped him, looked back over at me as I walked up and handed him his drink.

    “So y’all here together I see. I ran into Dev at the bar, we should talk”

    He slipped an arm over my shoulders and pulled me in close. 

    “I was telling Dev about that time we hung out with Danny. You remember how he gets when he’s fucked up. I was thinking we should get together sometime real soon”

    “Dude, you’re a pig”

    “Well hell, Danny ain’t here tonight but maybe someone else might like to fill in for him is all I’m saying. I mean, if the little dudes taking your big horse cock then….”

    I think Chandler was about a second away from getting his ass kicked when I put a hand on Chips arm and calmed him down. I leaned into him as I pulled away from Chandler and said…

    “He’s drunk but he’s figured out about us. Don’t do anything you’ll regret, it’s not worth it, okay? He still your friend but just so you know, I will not be doing a gang bang with that one. Got it?”

    As he’s talking, some bleach blonde bimbo comes up and Chandler was all over her and wandered off behind her. I said I needed some air so we went out on the deck to talk. 

    “To bad you’re not in that little loin cloth like last time. That was fun”

    “Yeah, it was hot having you ride me right out here and no one knew. Wanna go out behind that shed again?”

    I agreed and off we went. As soon as we were behind it the clothes came off and he was just about to slide his big cock in me when this guy comes around the corner. I nearly jumped out of my skin and hid behind Chip. He looked at him and grinned…

    “Damn Zander, you scared he hell out of us”

    “I saw y’all cut across the yard and head back here. Thought maybe I’d get in on the action like last time. Damn dude, it’s a guy! You gay now?”

    “And if I am….”

    “It’s cool, really. I just didn’t know”

    “Shouldn’t be a problem. I know for a fact you’re plowing Danny every time he’s drunk. Chandler told me you get him blitzed almost every weekend so I know you’re into his pussy anyway”

    I’m looking around Chip to get a look and the guys pretty damn good looking. Tall dark and handsome pops to mind. I tapped Chip and he looked back at me. I let him know I’d be interested in this guy, he was hot. I reached around Chip and started playing with his big cock and Zander noticed immediately. Obviously he liked what he was seeing because the bulge in his jeans was looking bigger and bigger. 

    “Yeah, his ass is pretty good but his is the only one I’ve sampled”

    By then, I’d stroked Chip back to full mast and I came out from behind him and started sucking him off. I made sure I stood with my ass facing Zander, even spreading my legs so he could see my rosebud. He took a step closer and I arched my back, pushing my ass further open. Chip caught on pretty quick and reached down and fingered my hole, never taking his eyes off Zander. 

    “Damn, y’all just gonna make me watch or can I sample some of that too?”

    “I think you know the answer. Why don’t you ditch your clothes and come chew on it and get it ready”

    He looked surprised 

    “What? You never eat pussy?”

    “Well yeah. But he shits out that”

    “Dude, that’s the cleanest most perfect pussy you’re ever gonna see. Try it Z, you’ll love it”

    He took his other hand and with one on each cheek he pulled my ass apart.

     “Come here, take a look. See how pretty and pink it is. Give it a try”

    He moved in close and ran a finger around the rim and I flexed it for him. He squatted down and moved in closer. I could hear him sniff it a little tentatively then he licked it. Before he realized what he was doing he was flat out eating my ass like a starving man. He was getting into it when Chip pushed him back a little. 

    “Take off your clothes and enjoy yourself. Slip a finger or two in and check it out. I swear, it’s the best pussy you’ll ever have”

    I could hear his clothes come off and hit the ground and he was back eating my ass like crazy. 

    “Z, you like eating it now ya need to fuck it”

    I wiggled my ass at him and looked back and nodded. That’s when I saw his cock the first time. I had a feeling he was well hung and I wasn’t disappointed. He didn’t have what Chip was packing but then few men did but what he had was pretty damn big. He was standing getting ready to push in, he spit in his hand and then again in my open ass. He smeared it over the head and started pushing in. He’s got one of those mushroom heads, really wide, the kind with a heavy ridge around it. Once it popped in I moaned out loud around the cock stuck in my throat. He stopped when I reacted and asked me…

    “You okay? I don’t wanna hurt you”

    I pushed off Chip’s cock and pulled myself up his body and looked at him again…

    “Just fuck me already. I’ve waited long enough”

    His face was slick with spit from my ass and his eyes looked like he was in a trance. The big grin was only surpassed by the big cock he had partially stuck in my ass. He leaned in and pushed the rest of it straight up my ass, really making me moan out loud. He didn’t pause a moment, he just got right to fucking me as Chip held me in place. He looked down in my face and said…

    “So fucking hot, I love seeing his meat slamming up that hole”

    I nodded and held on for dear life. He must a pounded my hole a good ten minutes.

    “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum”

    “Do it in him, breed it man!”

    That’s all he needed to hear and he slammed in one last time and flooded my guts with cum and then he kinda just fell on top of me. Good thing Chip had a good hold on me or we’d all a been on the ground. I gotta say, that was a hot one. His big mushroom head seemed to flare out and get harder when he was ready to shoot. That was wild, I’d never experienced anything like that before, he’s also was a heavy shooter. I always thought it was so hot that Chip was so long that I never had to clean anything up but having his load start oozing out as he was pumping it in me was a huge turn on. I could even feel it running down my legs. Chip told me later he got off on fucking after Zander, he liked sloppy seconds. 

    “Z, when you pull out you should check out how hot his cunt looks all open, puffy and juicy with your load”

    Still in his sex trance, he did just what Chip suggested and dropped down to look. Next thing I know, he’s got his tongue jammed in, stirring his load around inside me. After a bit he sat back on his heels and looked up at us as he’s stroking his cock back up into another hard on with one hand and fingering my hole with the other. 

    “God damn, you’re right. Best fucking pussy I ever had. Little dude, you gotta let me have some more of that. Fuck, I think your cunt might be addicting”

    I turned around and asked…

    “How soon you ready, I can go anytime you are”

    “I’m ready, I got at least two more loads in me”

    “I’d rather have them in me”

    He just grinned and kept stroking. Chip slid down the shed wall to sit in the grass and I sat between his wide spread legs and leaned back against his chest. He pulled my legs back and aimed my hole at Zander. He looked at him and said…

    “Do it man, fuck him”

    He crawled closer and kinda leaned back so he could watch his cock disappear up my cunt. It was a hot thing to watch, thankfully it was nearly a full moon so we could see everything clearly. His body glistened in the moonlight, he had really worked up a sweat and his ripped body looked amazing undulating in and out of my ass. Chip’s hands let go of my legs and I hold them open for him. Soon his hands are working my body and he starts tweaking my nipples. When he starts that my hole slams down on his cock like a vice. Zander had already picked up some speed but he stopped and threw his head back and groaned a little too loud. 

    “Dude, keep it down. I don’t want the whole fucking place coming back here”

    “Fuck man, he’s so fucking tight and then he clamps down like that. I couldn’t help it”

    “Just keep quiet”

    He leaned in over me and got closer to my face as he fucked. He’s getting faster and harder and then he’s cumming again. It just as intense as before but he didn’t last as long. I can’t see his face in the shadows but. Know he’s looking at me. 

    “Little dude, I just shot my second load of cum in you and I don’t even know your name”

    “I’m Dev, nice to meet you”

    All three of us cracked up laughing at that. I told them we should all go back to my apartment for that third load. Chip agreed, he said we were pushing our luck doing it for so long. We got dressed and because I had two loads dripping from my ass we went out the side gate and we walked back to my place. 

    “I had no idea you were into guys. I mean we all fucked Danny but that was kind of a frat thing”

    “He ain’t the first guy I fucked. The girl I was dating last year had a gay brother and one night I was drunk and she was on the rag and I somehow ended up fucking him. Hell I don’t even remember how it happened but it was good and his ass was way better than her stretched out cunt. I started fucking him on the side. Then when we discovered Danny’s secret that night, I joined in. Gotta say though, you seem way more into his big muscle ass than the rest of us. Like I said, Chandler’s been talking”

    “Maybe I’m bi”

    “Yeah well, I told Dev that the night we first met”

    “True, but he hasn’t touched a female since he met me”

    “What about you, how did you know?”

    “I guess if always know. I never came out, didn’t have to. My parents just kinda knew, it was never an issue”

    “Wow, that’s incredible. How old were you when you had your first experience?”

    “Well, I was in the eighth grade so 14? Something like that”

    “Damn, I was just discovering the joys of jacking off at that age. Got my first hand job at 16 and didn’t get laid for another year”

    “Damn Z, late bloomer. I got my first blow job freshman year and ended up fucking her with in a month, she was a senior and I was big for my age. She knew what she was doing. Slut got knocked up before graduation by some other guy and quit school”

    “I sucked my first cock that first time in eighth grade. Kid in my class. I was going over to his house almost every day after school to blow him. That summer, he started fucking me then our daily get together was a lot more fun. Unfortunately, his family moved before the summer was over so that was the end of him”

    About that time we made it to my apartment. We were hardly in the door and we were naked again. Clothes in a trail from the front door to the side of my bed. Zander had me on all fours with his face up my ass again. Chip started laughing…

    “Dude, for a guy that a short time ago was baulking at the idea of eating ass, you sure are into it”

    “I told you, that things addicting. It’s so smooth and pink and juicy”

    “I don’t think you’re as bi as you think you are. No man could be that into boy pussy and then go back to that stinky shit women got between their legs. But you tell yourself what you need to hear before you dive back in for more”

    It didn’t slow him down a second, the boy was hooked. He just looked up, shrugged, grinned and went back for more. He finally came up for air and Chip pulled me up on him and had me riding his cock. It’s the easiest I’d ever taken his massive cock and I was in bottom boy heaven. I was literally bouncing up and down on him, fucking myself. He’s laying back, propped up on my pillows playing with his own nipples as I road him. Zander was kneeling beside us, beating his cock like mad. I told him he better not cum and they started laughing. “Love…ah ah ..cum…ah…in ..ah me”

    Zander was loving it, his cock is dripping cock snot like mad.

    “Best part about fucking guys. No fucking condoms and you don’t have to pull out. I could breed him until cum leaks from his nose and he’d want more”

    That turned me on and Chip knows when he talks like that I go nuts, I was going to town on that cock. I was pounding myself on his big meat.

    “Look at him go, he loves it and he’s fixing to get what he wants if I don’t stop him”

    He reached over and plucked me off his cock and pulled me flat on his chest. He told Zander to get up in it and pop another load in me. He jumped at it. He got behind me and rammed his cock in and started slamming in and out like crazy. Within seconds he’s blowing that third load up me. No sooner than he pulled out, Chip rammed back in and unloaded. I just fell forward on him and was soon passed out asleep.

    “Jesus man! He’s out like a light. Is he okay?”

    “He’s warn out but he’s fine. Help he get him cleaned up and tucked in. He’s gonna be out for a long time”

    Chip directed me to the bathroom and I got a wash cloths and a towels. Between the two of us we got him cleaned up quickly and got him under the covers. I followed him into the kitchen and he got us another beer. 

    “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I never dreamed sex with a guy could be like that”

    “Hell, I thought you’d figured that out a long time ago. I mean you been fucking the hell out of Danny for almost a year now”

    “Yeah but he’s just a convenient and easy piece of ass. His hole is nothing like Dev’s, he’s amazing. Danny just lays there drunk out of his mind, no muscle control, just an open gash. But between you and me, there’s something about fucking that big hot looking muscle stud. Slack or not, it’s still some incredible pussy. That ass hole struts around campus like the cock of the walk but slip him a few drinks and he’s offering his ass to any guy around but Dev’s cute. Almost pretty even, I can see why you just wanna fuck him and ditched the chicks. It’s like the best of both worlds”

    “I’m not just fucking him, we’re dating. I’m into him”

    “But you really seem to wanna see me breed him. What’s that about?”

    “It started last year when we gang banged Danny. I got off watching everyone breed his fine jock ass. It was the first time I saw your cock and I loved watching you fuck him. Anyway, tonight when you came around that shed, I thought back to that night. I wanted to see you fuck Dev and when he showed interest I was over the moon. After that you wanted to breed him again I knew you were hooked. Look at you, you’re hard again. If I gave you the okay, you’d be in there fucking him again. Admit it”

    He shrugged his shoulders and raised his hands in surrender as he grinned. “What can I say, sue me. If you’d a told me this morning I’d be eating my own cum out of some guys ass tonight, I’d a punched your lights out, but I did and I’d do it again. It was all clean and fresh smelling like soap and pink inside. It was like pussy, only better and then fucking him…. God damn that was incredible. Y’all blew my mind”

    “Guess this means you’ll be snooping around for another invitation”

    “Man, if you’re offering, I’m accepting. Now I’m curious about what else I’m going to discover about myself. That kinda scares me”

    “You got nothing to be scared of. If it feels good, do it”

    “It’s late, you wanna just crash here with us?”

    “That’ll be great, I’m beat. I’ll take the couch”

    “That one takes up no room in bed, just sleep with us” I woke up the next morning with a hang over from hell in a bed that wasn’t mine, naked with a little naked body mashed up next to me. I’m thinking I drank too much last night, everything is a little fuzzy. Something to do with Chip, he was there. We did a three way, that’s it. This must be our third. I’m trying to get my mind together when I realize I smell coffee and I hear kitchen noises. I slip out of bed and look around for clothes so I just walk out naked and see him standing in the kitchen naked as me, sipping a steaming cup. He smiles and pointed to another cup.

    “Morning stud, help yourself”

    I make a cup and lean against the opposite counter facing him. Obviously he doesn’t have a problem with nudity so I relax. I mean we did share a piece of ass together last night. He’s grinning at me like he knows something.

     “What?”

    “I’m impressed, shall we say. Never seen anything like that before. Do you always shoot that many loads?”

    “I don’t even remember what I did. How many did I do?”

    “You said you could do three but ended up giving two more. That was fucking hot”

    “Guess I was turned on”

    “Then the best part was watching you eat that pussy. You went after it like crazy”

    That’s when this little naked guy walked in wiping sleep from his eyes. Then it all came flooding back. I’d been fucking him all night and it wasn’t pussy I was eating, it was his ass. What was his name…. oh shit. Should I leave? Where the hell are my clothes?

    “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost”

    “Ah, well, I was just… shit!”

    I spilled coffee down my leg and jumped. The little guy was all over it. Getting cool water for the burn and cleaning me up. He asked me…

    “Zander, are you hurt? What happened? You look like you’re in shock”

    “I’m okay, I’m just so stupid. I didn’t remember anything from last night, just flashes until you came in. I’m sorry. I sleep really hard when I drink and I was pretty disoriented waking up in a strange place. It just threw me for a loop”

    “Dude, it’s cool. So you remember everything then”

    “I think so…… I’m pretty sure I fucked you… ah, shit I can’t remember your name”

    “I’m Dev and you did indeed fuck me, among other things”

    “Did I really eat your ass out?”

    “Dude, you not only ate it out but you ate your own loads and one of mine out of it. You even ate his ass while I was fucking it. You were a wild man, it was fantastic”

    As Chip is telling me this, he put his cup down and is stroking that big donkey dick back up. It all came flooding back. I remember the party and fucking behind that shed, the conversations we had about our first times and then getting back here and getting back in that ass again. We even fucked him until he passed out. Dev reached over and started playing with his cock and Chip slipped some fingers up his ass. Next thing know he sucking my cock and Chip eating his ass and then he’s fucking him. It’s fucking mind blowing how a kid this tiny can take Chip’s huge fucking cock so easy. Chip is smiling at me and said…

    “Now you remember? Last night you said it was the best pussy you ever fucked. Want another round?”

    For most of the rest of the day, we took turns fucking Dev. We took a break and ordered pizza mid afternoon, Chip shocked the hell out of the delivery driver opening the door buck naked with a massive hard on. Fortunately, he tipped the guy pretty good. Said if he’d been better looking he’d have invited him in to join us. Sometime around three, I said I should be heading back to the dorm and Chip said he had some stuff to get done before Monday morning and would walk with me. We talked about nothing and bull shit frat stuff before we fell into a silence. As we got to the courtyard near our dorms, I asked Chip to sit and talk a minute. 

    “What’s on your mind?”

    “How did you know. You know…. that you liked guys”

    “I guess, deep down, I’ve always knew but big athletic guys aren’t supposed to be gay….only the little sissy guys, right? I pushed it back and hid my feelings and thoughts. Being a big guy helped, chicks threw themselves at me and I didn’t mind fucking them so I stayed quiet and hidden”

    “I see…. so that guy you told me about, the gay brother and all that….”

    “Yeah, I was smashed but not so much I didn’t know what I was doing. That guy was always around, nice guy, huge flirt. His sister thought it was funny as hell when he would do it to me so one night, I fucked him. Man I liked it. His ass was way better than his sisters cunt. Then the best part, no fucking condoms. I hate the damn things. With as big a cock as I got, even the magnums are tight fitting. There’s nothing like fucking bareback, skin on skin and a hot little fucker begging for your cum. You know how many loads you shot up my little man and you know boy pussy is so much better to eat”

    “Do you think I’m gay?”

    “Z, that’s not my call. All I know is you’ve been fucking Danny for almost a year now and for the better part of the last twenty four hours, you’ve been naked in bed with two gay guys fucking the hell out of one and eating the cum of another. But you tell me”

    I just kinda looked at him and grinned. “Well I guess that answers that. Now what do I do?”

    “What do you mean?”

    “How do I tell people?”

    “Well, if you mean the brothers in the house, do you think you need to? It’s not like it’s any secret you’ve been fucking Danny and no one cares. Has anyone said a word about it?”

    “Not really, mostly guys talk about what a sloppy mess he is but hell almost every guys had him at this point. Has anyone said anything about you coming out?”

    “Dude, look at me. Do you really think anyone’s gonna say a word to me? Hell, I think some of um are scared of me. I’m the biggest guy around. I’m not worried nor do I give a shit. Let someone say something. I like Dev, he gets me and if someone has a problem with that, fuck um”

    “Can I tell ya something… I really get off on Dev’s tight smooth body. When I was checking out his cunt behind that shed and it was all pink hairless. How does he get it so smooth?”

    “He said puberty never really hit him like most guys. He doesn’t have any body hair to speak off and nothing ever grew on his ass. He’s got a few pubes but not enough to look like anything so he removes that. Funny thing, he’s got just an average size dick but he’s so slim and hairless, it makes it look bigger. But you’re right about his pretty little cunt. You can eat that thing all night and never have to stop to pick a hair out of your mouth. Like I told you, best pussy you’ll ever have”

    “Probably a good thing Danny has some hair down there our I’d been eating him out in front of all the guys. I like fucking his ass but with that hairy crack, no way I’d eat it. Looks nasty”

    We laughed and made a few raunchy cracks.

    “Look, Z, I’m here for ya. What ever you do”

    “Thanks, I appreciate this. I guess I just needed to talk it out. You and Dev are great, I’d like to be better friends. I mean I really only know you from the house but after last night and today, I feel I know you better. Think Dev would be cool with that?”

    “I think that would be great and I’m sure he agrees. Let’s plan something soon”

    The guys went there separate ways but this was just the beginning.

    I got back to my dorm room and got my stuff done, went and grabbed a bite and called Dev. 

    “Hey baby boy. You all recovered?”

    “Hi handsome, I’m all good. Just finished eating and Kat said she’s coming over. I had to air the place out, smelled like cum. Don’t wanna make her jealous, she just dumped that idiot she was dating”

    I told him about my conversation with Z, and he was all on board with the idea of hanging out with him. He asked if that meant no more fucking around and just being friends. I told him that if I had anything to with it, he would be playing with us. 

    “I gotta tell you, I got off watching him fuck you, you seemed to like it too”

    “Well, yeah! Of course I did. I love it, just like that guy I tutor every week. He always fucks me when we finish”

    “I still think you should invite me over to join in”

    “That closet case would have a stroke if he knew I told you. That’s not happening. Hey, Kat just pulled up. Gotta see ya later”

    Now I was horny and I wasn’t getting anything from him so I headed over to the House, at least I could get a beer and hang out with the guys. I headed across campus and made my way to the House. It wasn’t long and I was halfway through my second beer and Danny came in from a date in a pissy mood and plopped down on a chair near me.

    “Sup? Who pissed in your Cheerios?”

    “Damn uptight cunt wouldn’t even gimmy a handy. Didn’t mind bleeding my wallet dry before leaving me with blue balls. Bitch”

    “Look, why don’t we go hang in your room and chill. I wanna talk about some stuff”

    “Sounds good, I got some new video games if you’re interested”

    We headed up to his room, me behind him admiring his high sitting jock ass. We walked in and I got up on his bed with one leg propped up and the other spread so some cock could be seen in the leg of my shorts. I needed to get his mind on cock and flashing it always works. 

    “So what’s up?”

    “Question, when did it all start? The train thing?”

    He looked at me funny but he kept glancing at my exposed cock.

    “What are you talking about, train thing?”

    “I mean when did you first start pulling a train of guys. When did you figure out you’re gay?”

    His eyes flashed and he flexed like he was going to jump me and thought better of it. I am way bigger than him and he’d never be able to take me down alone.

    “Fuck you! I’m not gay, ass hole!”

    “Will you relax? It’s all good here. I’m gay too”

    “Well, just cuz you fuck fags don’t mean I do”

    “Look jack ass, you’re one of the fags I’ve fucked and you know it. So drop the attitude and talk to me. I know your little secret”

    He broke out in a sweat like he’d run a mile. He’s on the verge of freaking out so I try to calm him down.

    “It’s alright, it’s no big deal if you’re gay. I think most of the guys are cool with it. God knows they don’t mind fucking you when you do your little drunk out of your mind routine. Hell, one of the guys is hooked on your hot jock ass. He loves fucking you”

    “Zander” he says softly 

    “Yep, I just got him to admit it just this weekend. He spent last night and half the morning ether eating my little mans boy pussy or fucking it. The boys got technique”

    “How did you know it was all an act?”

    “A few months back, you came in drunk off your ass and ended up pulling another train of guys. I didn’t fuck you that time but I was down the hall sitting on the staircase as the guys came out of your room. Anyway, the last one came out and headed back down stairs and I thought you were passed out in your room. About fifteen minutes later I see you come out and head down the hall to the restroom. Happy as could be and sober as a judge. You never noticed me sitting so low on the steps when you came back out. I knew by the look on your face and the way you were walking you weren’t drunk, maybe cum drunk but I doubt you’d had more than a beer all night. Besides that, I know for a fact you can hold your liquor. Seen it first hand”

    “When?”

    “Sometime last year I was hanging with a friend at the Side Door and you were parting with some guy. You were putting away the scotch and it never fazed you. Blew my mind but nothing blew it as much as watching you take on a room full of horny guys. I mean that jock cunt was sucking up cock and cum like there was no tomorrow. It was fucking hot as hell, it was the first time I fucked you”

    “I don’t think you’ve fucked me more than three times. Why not?”

    He pulls his shirt over his head and dropped his jeans and jock strap. He got back on the bed and crawled over and grabbed my cock. He unbuttoned my shorts and I lifted my ass a little as he slipped them off. 

    “To be honest, I did want to admit I was gay yet but I don’t give a shit now. I don’t care who knows I like boy pussy. I think you should sink that jock cunt down on my cock and tell me all about how you became such a cum slut”

    He leaned over and sucked my cock down his throat getting it all wet even spitting on it. He raised himself above me holding my cock in position as he slid down on it. He took it like a pro, my size is normally a bit of a problem for most guys but Danny just smiled at me as he reached bottom. He started fucking himself slowly, enjoying every moment. 

    “You really do like a big cock up that cunt. Feels good man. Tell me how you got like this”

    “In the beginning, I just liked getting fucked. Took my first fuck in the seventh grade. My best friends older brother caught me sucking his cock and he popped my cherry. They set me up and I was taking them both all the time. In high school, playing sports, I found guys in the locker room willing to let me suck their cock and I talked them into fucking me. Because I was such a big guy, no one was telling anyone anything for fear I’d kick there ass”

    He’s slowly working his ass on my cock as he’s telling me everything. He paused his story so he could fuck himself hard a few times, throwing his head back in pleasure. 

    “Damn you like cock up that ass, don’t you?”

    “Man, I wanted to get your cock up my ass the first time I saw it. Remember that pool party when everyone ended up naked. That girl got your cock hard but I never thought I’d get it. Then that night you got in on the gang bang and you were the last one to fuck me. I’m a big guy, I like big cock and I’ve always wanted to be your bitch. Your boyfriend doesn’t mind you fucking me?”

    “Nah, we kinda like to bring in other guys to fuck. I told you Z fucked him all night”

    “I wouldn’t mind be Zander’s bitch ether. God he’s a hot looking fucker”

    “I can help you with that if you want me too”

    “Hell yeah. I love it”

    “I know what he likes. I got ya covered”

    “I love riding your big cock but I want more. Let’s switch it up”

    He got off me and flopped over on the bed and grew his legs over his head.

    “Now fuck me as hard as you can and breed me deep”

    I got in position and pushed his feet all the way to the mattress. I looked him in the eyes and rammed in as hard as I could. The look on his face was fantastic. This boy loves to be fucked and he likes it rough. Fine with me, something different I’d never try with Dev, I’d be scared I’d break him. Fucking Danny was hot. He wasn’t slack at all since he wasn’t pretending to be drunk, he was damn good fuck and that muscle cunt was strong as hell. He gripped my cock with his cunt like he had a hand hold on it, milking it for all he worth. He needs to drop the drunk act and offer up this prize worthy pussy as the house cunt. The guys would love it and no ones gonna give a guy that big and build any shit cuz he likes it up the ass. I’m plowing him as hard as I can and he’s grunting with every thrust. I slammed in one last time and shot my load deep inside him and fell flat on him, knocking the last of the air from his lungs. 

    “Thanks man, I’ve been wanting this for the longest time. You’re and incredible fuck, I knew you would be”

    “Anytime dude, anytime”

    I pushed up over him and pulled out, making him gasp. We stretched out in his bed, relaxing. We talked for a while and then I went back to my dorm. I was beat and was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I really thought Chip and I were just having fun, nothing serious but it was becoming more. He started introducing me as his boyfriend and doing romantic things for me. That’s not to say he stopped fucking me all over the city. He was also finding guys to share me with and Zander was practically part of our relationship, he was with us a lot. I didn’t mind, he’s sweet and great to be around and to be honest, I love it when he eats my ass out. But it was a little much and I said as much to Chip. Turns out, he was working on a little surprise for Zander. He introduced me to Danny, the guy from the frat that likes to get gang banged. Working out with him early every morning before classes, he got him on a new regiment and diet and he was soon incredibly tight, slimmed down and ripped like you wouldn’t believe. His typical football players body was trimmed down to very little body fat, he looked amazing. I was informed that this was a secret and not to say anything to Zander who we mostly saw in the afternoon and evenings. It’s not like it took much time, the guy was already incredibly well-built and had muscles all over the place. He’s really good looking as well but I doubted he’d ever be hitting on me, he seems as big a bottom as I am if not more. One Saturday afternoon, Chip shows up with Danny, hair is freshly cut in a boyish style and his face all shaved smooth. I noticed what little body hair he had was gone and he was a smooth as a babies bottom. 

    “What are you two up to? I get the feeling somethings going on”

    Chip looked at me like I was crazy, Danny wouldn’t say a word, he just grinned. “You’re so suspicious, nothing to see here”

    They had their heads together talking about something but I never caught a word. Danny left and we had a little time before we had to get ready for the party. The House was having some kind of cookout and beer bust fundraiser so that would take up the rest of the evening. Zander turned up to go over with us as usual. He was in a mood, he said something was going on with Danny and he hadn’t been at the House when he would go over. Chip was giving him shit about missing his boyfriend and needing some jock pussy to fuck. Now I was for sure something was up but I kept my mouth shut. When Zander got like this he needed to get laid so I offered my services to help cheer him up. He always loves to chew on my ass before he dumps a load in it.

    The House was having a few booths set up like a carnival to raise more money so it should be fun. We went over around two and I was surprised to find it was a way bigger deal than I was led to believe. They had taken over a park near the frat and had a small ferris wheel and some kind of swing that flipped completely over among other rides. Food trucks and all sorts of midway games. Chip is leading the way, an arm over my shoulder and talking to everyone. It was a lot of fun, he’s winning prizes for me and my arms are soon full of all sorts of stuffed animals and assorted junk the we approach a dunk tank and who’s sitting in the hot seat but Danny. Looking like a wet dream in the smallest little hot pink square cut swimsuit I’d ever seen. His ripped body, dripping water looked fantastic in the afternoon sun. I knew Chip had been working with him but damn he looked hot. Both girls and guys were lined up for a chance to throw a softball at the target that would send him plunging into the water. He’d hop back on his perch and flex and show off his body. It was a fucking riot watching him work the crowd. When Zander spotted him, I thought he was gonna cum in his shorts just looking at him. He literally was standing with his mouth hanging open, it was hysterical. As soon as Danny spotted him he started working him for all he was worth trying to get him to buy a chance to play. Once he got over the transformation of Danny’s new look he jumped at the chance. Zander was so distracted by the nearly naked beautiful man in front of him, he was sucking at hitting his target and nether Chip nor Danny let up on him a minute. I myself was getting tickled by the whole thing. He just kept missing. He spent so much money trying to hit his target that a crowd was forming to watch. He finally gave up and some drunk girl took his place and hit the target three times in a row. We were killing ourselves laughing. Both Chip and I noticed that Zander was hard as a rock the whole time he was standing there. After an hour, Danny got a break and came out of the tank. He came around from behind and all he’d put on was a button down shirt which wasn’t buttoned and some flip flops. He was like walking sex appeal and Zander couldn’t take his eyes off him. Chip flagged him over to us and we headed off to see the sights. Zander was strangely silent and he couldn’t look away from him. Finally we stopped at a food truck and he spoke as we waited in line. 

    “What the hell happened to you? You look amazing, you’re completely ripped”

    “I thought I needed a change and a friend helped me out. Glad you approve, I hoped you’d notice”

    “Notice! Are you kidding me? You’re fucking amazing!”

    Without even thinking about what he was doing, he put his hand inside Danny’s shirt and stroked his body. You could see Danny’s cock getting hard in that tiny little suit. 

    “You keep that up and I’m gonna have a hard time keeping everything under control. If you get my drift”

    He glanced down, realizing what he was doing and snatched his hand away, looking around quickly to see if anyone saw what he did. Danny leaned closer and whispered…

    “I never said I wanted you to stop. If I thought we could get away with it, you’d have that big cock of yours up my ass right here”

    Zander looked surprised.

    “You want me to fuck you?”

    “Come on Z. You’ve been fucking me for almost two years. What’s the problem”

    “Ah…. but you were ah…. “

    “Drunk? Don’t believe everything you see. I knew what I was doing and I wanted it. Now I want you”

    “You’re really gay?”

    “Come on baby. I let roomfuls of guys fuck me. What do you think? The only difference is now I admit it and I understand you’re admitting it too”

    He just kinda stood there staring at Danny. The line moved forward and the four got food and moved over to a quieter place to talk. Chip told Zander…

    “He did all this for you. I kinda guided him, letting him in on what turned you on. He looks good, doesn’t he”

    “He’s beautiful”

    “Chip said you like guys to be lean, smooth and pretty. Like Dev. Did I get close?”

    “Like I said, you’re beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off you. You’ve always been a hot looking guy but damn, the difference. Is this why you’re never around the house anymore?”

    “Chip’s kept me busy trimming down for you and I wasn’t ready for you to see me yet”

    “But what about football? You’ve trimmed down so much you’ve lost the bulk you needed”

    “That was my last season, I’m not playing anymore. I don’t need all that mass anymore but I do like the leaner look. He thought you might like me better this way too”

    He leaned over to Danny and quietly said…

    “I should have never used you like I did. I didn’t wanna admit I was gay but I loved the feel of fucking you. I’m sorry for being a dick about it”

    “Hey, we’re both guilty. I was putting on an act so I could get what I wanted. It’s all good”

    The two of them leaned in and had their first kiss and just then Chandler walks up and catches them mid kiss. 

    “Jesus fucking Christ! Is the whole god damned fraternity a bunch of fucking fags?

    ”Danny was on him like white on rice. He grabbed him by the throat and jammed him up against the building. 

    “Listen here mother fucker. If I’m not mistaken, your skanky ass has had more than one trip to my bed for some man pussy and I know for a fact you put the moves on Dev trying to get up his ass too. You wanna mess around fucking guys, more power to you but if you’re gonna be a fucking two faced homophobe then get your ass away from here before this fag stomps your ass in the ground. Don’t fuck with me, I can mess you up and you fucking know it”

    When he jumped up, his open shirt fell off one shoulder and his nearly naked body was on full display. He wasn’t exactly quiet when he jumped Chandler and by the time he pushed him away, a crowd had gathered. Several of the brothers witnessed the whole thing and as soon as he pushed away, everyone started cheering and clapping. Danny blushed when he realized everyone was hearing everything. One of those present was the frat president who had fucked Danny several times. He walked over to the two guys and told Chandler…

    “You trying to get thrown out? You know we don’t put up with that kinda shit talk. What’s wrong with you?”

    He got right up in his face and dropped his voice…

    “Listen ass hat, I’ve seen you fucking around with way more guys than I’ve ever seen you with a girl. You ever pull a stunt like that again and I’ll not only pitch you out of the house but I’ll get you kicked out of this university”

    We all looked a little stunned because he was pretty close and we heard everything. He turned to Danny, slipped his hand on his waist and said…

    “Looking good, keep up the good work and don’t worry about that idiot. Your place in our House is secure”

    He winked at him and walked back to his friends and disappeared in the crowd. Chandler offered an apology and disappeared as well. When Danny turned back to us, I thought Zander was going to jump his bones on the spot. 

    “Damn you’re a sexy mother fucker. That was hot as hell. Let’s get out of here”

    “You guys wanna take a break and come back later? We can crash at my place”

    “That would be great, I got another shift in the tank in a few hours”

    They all agreed and we headed out. As we walked, Danny was getting cat calls and whistles all the way and Chip was kidding him about it. We ended up walking behind them so I had a ring side seat to a great show. First, Zander had his hand under Danny’s shirt and then he slipped it into the back of the little micro suit. Danny instantly slowed his walk as a finger found his newly hairless hole. Zander glanced back at Chip and grinned. Chip said…

    “Smooth hairless boy pussy. Just like you like it. Had it done special just for you. Making ya hungry yet?”

    He looked around then grabbed Danny and pulled him off the sidewalk into the side yard of an old house. He pulled him in behind a huge bush and stripped his little pink suit off. Chip and I were right behind them watching every move. He put Danny up against the house and spread his legs, pulling his hips back and making him arch that back. His pretty tight round ass looked fantastic on display like that. He attacked that hole like he did mine that first time we met. Like everyone else in our circle, Danny was a tall guy, over six foot and pretty evenly matched for Zander so it was no stretch when he stood up and his cock was in perfect alinement to slip right up this beautiful freshly minted boy pussy. Zander was getting to see what Danny could really do with that hot jock cunt and he was in second heaven. He told us later it was like Danny was fucking his cock instead of the other way around. All those years playing the part of alpha male made him into a different kind of bottom boy. He was definitely a power bottom and he loved to get fucked. This side show in the bushes wound me up, I had Chips big cock down my throat before he knew what hit him. He reached under me and unfastened my shorts and they hit the dirt and as usual, Chip got my shirt off as well. He always managed to get me completely naked when we fucked in public. Zander leaned in and told Danny…

    “Okay pussy boy. I want you to eat his ass and see if you can find some of the last load I shot up his little cunt this afternoon”

    Danny pulled me around so my ass was in his face and went to eating as I kept sucking on Chip. Zander was slamming into his ass making him push further up mine and me into Chip. It was a hard stance to keep but I was loving it. Zander was on a power trip as he’s calling the shots. After a while of this he asked…

    “Can you taste my cum in his cunt?”

    “Yes sir”

    “Good boy”

    Evidently, this got Danny incredibly worked up. He pulls his face from my ass, raises up enough to pull me back onto his cock. Not an easy task, Danny has a beer can cock and it’s a good eight inches long with a blunt head. Not as long as Zander but way thicker. It took a few hard thrusts be he eventually got it in and was soon balls deep. He didn’t really fuck me, mostly he held me in  place. Up on my tip toes, his arms holding me to his hard ripped body. I’m kinda mounted on his cock, hell even my toes keep coming off the ground. Zander is so worked up, he’s slamming into Danny as hard as he can and I’m feeling every slam. My own cock is dripping love slime like a water hose. I glanced up at Chip and he’s leaned back against the house beating his cock, just taking in the show. Ever since Zander fucked me at the frat part, he gets off on seeing me getting used. Danny moans out…

    “I’m gonna cum!”

    Chip reached over and takes my nipples in his finger tips and pinched them hard. I clamp down with my ass on Danny and he nearly squeezed the air out of me as he started to breed my hungry cunt. That’s all it took and he too was getting a cunt full as well. No sooner than the last drop of cum was in my ass then Chip pulls me off that fat cock, turned me around and rammed his huge meat straight up my sloppy cunt. He hardly had five good strokes and he was loading me up. Five minutes later the four of us were dressed and walking down the sidewalk like any other day only this time Chip and Zander were walking behind us as we went. We were arm in arm as we talked. I looked up at him and said….

    “Well I never saw that coming”

    He broke out in a big smile..

    “What?”“

    From everything I know about you, you’re as big a bottom as I am. I never thought you’d ever be fucking my ass or anyone else’s for that matter”

    They all laughed 

    “Oh I have a few other talents. Besides, eating that little ass of yours, I had to fuck it”

    “I told Chip the first time I had it, that thing is addicting. But now you gotta pretty pussy like Dev, so guys are gonna be snooping around for it. Just you wait and see”

    “Just so you know, I did all this to be your pussy boy”

    “And I love it too but I know it and you do too. You’re never gonna be satisfied with just my cock. For the last few years, you’ve been getting roomfuls of guys to fuck you. The first time I fucked you , that cunt was dripping with cum. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s hot as hell but I’m a realist. I wanna date you, I’ve always liked you and I’d kinda like to explore all this with you but do you really think you’d be satisfied with just me?”

    “You’d really wanna do that? Have a relationship with me and still be cool with me doing other guys?”

    “I know it sounds fucked up but I like how you know what you like and go for it. You get off on a bunch a guys fucking you, it turns you on. That’s powerful, the way you jumped in the middle of Chandler back there for talking shit and standing up for Dev, standing there in a hot pink micro brief, muscles popping. You were going to mop the floor with him and you didn’t care who knew it or why. You’re all out and proud now and don’t give a shit what others say. That turns me on. I wanna be more like you and I wanna be with you too. It’s too soon to talk about relationships but I damn sure wanna date you”

    By that time the guys had moved up beside us and Zander had his arm around Danny’s waist and Chip was holding my hand. When we reached my place, I went to get drinks for everyone and Chip followed me to help. 

    “Did you like his fat cock baby?”

    I just gave him a what do you think look and he laughed. He called over to the guys…

    “Danny Boy, did ya like sinking that beer can dick in Dev’s little pussy?”

    “Fuck yeah, he’s got it going. I understand why you’re so into him”

    “Look ass holes, I’m way more than a tight pussy”

    Chip scooped me up in a big bear hug and kissed me.

    “You know I don’t think that, baby”

    We lay around relaxing, talking and getting some food before Danny had to head back for his shift. As we reached the park, some of the frat brothers stopped the guys to talk. Danny had me go with him and change. We went to the back of the parking lot to his truck. He opened it up and reached in for a gym bag. “Do me a favor and separate these from smallest to largest. I get the smallest and you go from there”

    He reached in and grabbed a thick cock ring and this thing that looked like a small sock with strings. Then he stripped out of the micro briefs and forced his cock and balls in the ring then picked up the other thing. Turned out it was a cock sock/pouch, he slipped that over his fat cock n balls as well. The string part was an elastic band around his waist he looked hot as hell. I’d spread out the rest of the things for him and he started layering them on. Each garment was a slightly larger thong or bathing suit and each one was the same hot pink fabric. He said every time he ended up in the tank he was going to make a big show of stripping for each layer. We were laughing and talking having a good time when the frat president spotted us and came over. Steve Anderson was this hot looking Nordic stud, tall, built and very blonde with big blue eyes and was very popular on campus. I’d met him at one of the frat parties with Chip.

    “Hey Danny, I wanted to thank you for getting that dunk tank, talk about a hit. You and everyone you lined up have been a huge success and a big money maker. Oh hi, aren’t you Chip’s boyfriend? Is it Kev?”

    He looked down at me and smiled big. 

    “Steve, it’s Dev. He’s helping me get ready for my next shift in the tank”

    “Damn, Dev. Sorry bout that. So many people to keep up with the night we met”

    “It’s okay, you were close”

    “Dude, you look amazing. I can’t believe the difference. Congrats on coming out. I kinda wondered when you would”

    “So I guess everyone knows then”

    “Dude, you’ve been the unofficial house pussy for the better part of the last two years. I think you’ve had almost every brother in the house at one point or another. Now you can ditch the drunk act and do it right”

    “Damn, did everyone know I wasn’t drunk?”

    “Don’t know but I did. Second time I fucked you, you started fucking back. You were into it. That first time we all banged you, that thing was slack as hell. I was sure you were trashed but you were telling us to fuck you so we did. Gotta say man, the second time was way better. I guess you won’t be doing that anymore more now you’re hooked up with Zander”

    “Steve if I had time, I’d let you have a shot right now. I gotta get back out there. You looking for some Prime pussy, here’s the one you want. It’s tight and pink, naturally smooth without a hair on it”

    I’d finished helping him dress and was applying mineral oil to his body to make is shine in the light when he started that. I blushed bright red and Steve looked down at me down on my knees doing his legs. 

    “You out of your fucking mind? Chip would kick my ass up around my ears if I fucked his boy”

    “Nah, he gets off on it. Once you get half your cock up his cunt, text a pic of it to Chip with the location and he’ll come join you. Tell him Dev”

    “What can I say, he likes to watch me get fucked”

    “Oh and if you rub a finger over it, it will suck it in and if you stick your tongue in it, it opens like a pretty little pink rose”

    He reached down, pulled me to my feet, slipped my shorts down turned me around with my ass to Steve and made me bend over. 

    “I’m telling you, best pussy you’ve ever had”

    “Dude, I don’t mind fucking a guy but I ain’t eating his Hershey Highway. Fuck no”

    “Get over it. That thing is sparkling clean, I was eating on it a little while ago. Trust me”

    He handed me his truck keys, told me to hop up in the seat and show him my cunt. He told me to meet him when I finished and ran off. I looked up at Steve and said…

    “He’s right, I keep it clean but don’t feel you have to do anything you don’t want to”

    “You know, when I first met you I thought you were a girl”

    “I get that a lot, Chip thought the same thing”

    “You’re almost too pretty to be a guy. I hope that’s not an insult, didn’t mean it that way”

    I’d gotten in the truck and still had my shorts down as we spoke. I leaned back and pulled a leg up to show him the goods. He reached over and pulled my shorts the rest of the way off. 

    “You sure Chips cool with this?”

    I nod my head just as his finger goes over my hole. I gasp as my head snaps back and my hole kinda flutters. He noticed that.

    “You sure it’s clean?”

    I nod as he smells his finger. Satisfied, he leans down pushing my legs back and takes his first taste of boy pussy and I’m moaning. All of a sudden, he’s into it and getting in deep. I hear his shorts hit the pavement and I can feel him beating his cock as he eats me out. He back out a little and said, mostly to himself…

    “Fucking hot as hell”

    And dove back in for more. This went on for a while then he moved up further and just rammed what must have been a pretty damn big cock straight up me. Good thing I was so opened up because the fucker was dry but it felt awesome. Ten minutes later I was walking up to the dunk tank as Danny got dunked for the first time. As he went down he spotted me coming and grinned. He pulled his beautiful body from the water and perched on the inside of the cage. He did a little strip tease and made a show of removing the pink briefs. Everyone went nuts and soon the crowd was huge to see the show. They had flood lights all around him so he glistened and glowed. He was working the crowd like a pro and money was pouring in. Every time he took another layer, he’d pitch it to me. It was a fucking blast. A few minutes later, I feel a hand on my ass and I turn and look up at Chip. He leaned down and kissed me and said…

    ”I understand you got some presidential cum in your pussy. I just ran into Steve, said he fucked you in the parking lot. Sorry I missed that, said you should try out for house cunt”

    “I think Danny want’s that title all to himself but I wouldn’t mind helping out”

    By the end of the evening, Danny was down to just the cock sock and the crowd as chanting…

    “Take It Off”

    Over and over again. Danny never intended on that but Chip had a great idea. He jumped up on the side of the tank and got everyone’s attention….

    “Okay, here’s the deal. If we can get a combined three hundred dollars from everyone, our Danny Boy here will take it all off. Remember, this is for charity, for he children’s hospital. Do it for the kids!”

    All of a sudden cash is pouring in and not a bunch of ones ether. Chip tells Danny to camp it up and work those muscles then he, myself and Zander collect and count the money. It didn’t take long and we were over five hundred dollars and Danny was standing on top of that cage in all his naked glory. Everyone was having a blast and Danny was loving the attention. He really was a sight to behold, in nothing but a cock ring, mineral oil and a huge smile. It didn’t last long because we didn’t wanna get busted for public lewdness or something but it was worth it. The House won the prize for fund raising that year thanks to Danny and his showmanship. With a couple of months before the end of term and the beginning of summer, things heated up for Zander and Danny. Even though Zander told him he didn’t think he would be satisfied with just him, Danny was always with him. We went from a threesome to four. They hung out with me and Dev all the time. We double dated more than we did alone. I’d discovered when I was training Danny that I really liked him as a friend, a friend I got to fuck but none the less, a friend. After the big reveal at the park that night, he and Dev got close too. Danny discovered his softer side and after a lifetime of trying to be the alpha male all the time he felt for the first time in his life he could relax and be the man he wanted to be. Zander liked that he was this ripped stud with an incredible body but he kept himself more on the pretty side. Danny started getting manicures and pedicures with his nails buffed to a shine. He was getting facials and his eyebrows shaped and all the hair on his body was removed. He even has his dirty blonde hair heavily highlighted to the point he was almost totally blonde. When you looked at Danny, you didn’t see feminine, what you saw was a beautiful man that could easily be thought of as pretty and Zander couldn’t get enough of him. Danny was no sissy in any shape or fashion. He and Dev went to a day spa frequently and one day as they were walking out, he got held up talking to the receptionist and Dev was waiting just outside when a couple of thugs started messing with him. Danny walked out just in time to see what was happening to his little friend. He was all over those two assholes, he grabbed the attention of the one that had a hold on Dev and busted him in the face, breaking his nose. He’s yelling and hollering and his buddy tried to jump Danny. He ended up flat out on his ass on the sidewalk. Danny pitched the first one up against the wall and got in his face and said…

    “Listen here mother fucker, messing with guys smaller than you could get in a world of hurt. Do you really want that? I suggest you and your little friend work out your repressed homosexual tendencies in private and leave nice people alone”

    That one wasn’t saying much because of the busted nose and the fact that Danny had him by the throat but the asshole on the ground was getting up thinking he could take Danny. 

    “Who the fuck you calling faggots, faggot?”

    He started for Danny and according to Dev, he did some kind of round house kick that landed in the gut of the attacker and sent him flying across the sidewalk. That’s when the cops showed up. The staff at the spa had witnessed the attack and called them. Dev was a little shook up but other than a little of the first guys blood on his shirt, Danny didn’t have a scratch on him, he didn’t even break a sweat. They got hauled of to jail to cool off and the boys stepped back in the spa to clean up Danny’s shirt before they headed off to have lunch. When Z and I found out what happened, we were relieved they were okay but by the time Dev finished telling what happen, Z was hard as a rock. It turned him on that his pretty boyfriend was such a whip ass. I was just thankful he was there to protect my boy and gave him a big hug and kiss but Z was all over him. He had Danny out of his clothes and a cock up his ass so fast, it was nearly a blur. Every sense Danny’s transformation, Z was all over him and the more things Danny did to make himself look more appealing the more Z wanted him. It had happened, just like Danny and I planed it, he had become Z’s pussy boy and Danny couldn’t have been more happy. That’s not to say that Danny wasn’t still getting fucked by other guy’s anymore, he was officially the House Cunt. The only difference was that he wasn’t pretending to be passed out. The guys were pretty up front when they wanted some of his pussy and they even liked his new look. Everyone agreed he was a way better fuck now he didn’t have to pretend. It’s not like it was happening all he time because he spent so much time with Z and us, he probably only slept at the House a couple a times a week sometimes more but even then he was coming in pretty late when everyone was asleep. By the time summer was here we needed a break but that’s another story…


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