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“Ty, I’m sure you got a little sweaty because, honestly, your pits are stinky.”

“You just want me to shower with you.”

“Maybe,” I chuckled. “Come on.”

-1-

On my side with my right shoulder under Tyler’s freshly cleaned left armpit, I moved my fingertips so they barely touched his sexy muscular chest. He moved his hand from my waist to my rib cage and back again.

“If it were possible, I would stay like this forever,” he said.

I kissed him and lifted my head to run my tongue over his nipple before applying some suction to it.

“Oh, fuck, Ethan, you make me hard when you suck my tit.”

“I think being in a room with a guy gets you hard,” I told him.

“True.”

I moved my head back on his shoulder. “Wrong answer, asshole. You’re supposed to say that I’m the only one who makes you hard.”

“I’ll never lie to you,” he said. “You make me pop a boner faster than anyone ever has, but you’re not the only sexy guy on the planet. You’re just the sexiest.”

“OK, you redeemed yourself. Now close your eyes and go to sleep. I’ve got a big day planned for us.”

I woke up alone in the bed, face down, and a small puddle of saliva next to me. The smell of bacon wafted through the air. I got up and used a washcloth to clear the liquid from the sheets. I didn’t make the bed in order to allow it to dry. I brushed my teeth and slipped on some running shorts before heading into the kitchen.

Tyler was at the stove wearing the apron the apartment management gave me when I moved in. He had nothing else on. I resisted the urge to blow him in the kitchen. I had afternoon plans for him. I wrapped my arms around his chest and kissed his back. Had I noticed how muscular his back was? My dick certainly noticed at that moment. It became semi-rigid as I held him.

“Are you poking me with your peter?” Tyler laughed.

“It better be my peter; who else’s peter are you expecting?”

Tyler turned to look at me. There was a seriousness there, and I knew at that moment. I wanted to ask him; I wanted to tell him, but I knew it had to wait. There would be a lot to do and talk about this afternoon.

“Bacon, huh?”

Tyler nodded slightly. “Yeah.”

I could tell he was hoping for a more serious conversation, but I needed to stick to my plan. It’s the way my brain worked, and it’s what I needed. There was no reason I couldn’t let him in on it, though. “After we have this delicious meal you’ve prepared, I’m going to take a shower and change into the clothes I’ll be wearing today. I’m going to pack some spare clothes, and we’re going to put the food we have for lunch and supper into whichever vehicle we’re taking today. We’ll go over to your place so you can change or get clothes, if you want.”

“I think what you washed last night will work.”

“OK. Then we’ll head over to the vacation house. I thought I could help you gather wood for the firepit or sweep or whatever until lunch. After lunch, I want you to take me out to where we were yesterday.” My hands began to shake. “I’m going to tell you everything, OK.” My eyes welled up.

“Baby?”

“No, I have to,” I said.

“And you want to do it in the middle of the lake?”

“It’s so beautiful there. It’s the perfect place to purge the ugliness.” Tears began to flow. “Fuck.”

Tyler wiped my tears and kissed me. “Hey, concentrate on me for right now. And eat these perfectly fluffy scrambled eggs and crispy bacon.”

“Fucking arrogant prick.”

Tyler’s eyes teared up, and he pulled me to him and hugged me with such force that I felt he feared losing me. Could he be as afraid of losing me as I was of losing him? My big, strong, stud policeman had a soft heart. But I think I knew that from the start.

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Tyler had a short barrel at the back of his camper; in it, he kept twigs and small branches for the fire pit he had built about 20 feet from the covered area. I picked up the small branches around the fire pit and laid them on the concrete to dry before they were put in the barrel. I organized the items that were kept outside the camper and under the cover while he mowed the area around the pit. I wasn’t sure whether he looked cute in his short pants, long leather chaps, and snake boots. I’m sure he looked strange. He told me he always wore the chaps and boots while mowing. At one point, he called me over to watch a snake moving away with what appeared to be a toad in its mouth.

“It’s a diamondback water snake. It’s got vertical-ish bars under its mouth. It’s not poisonous, but it’ll bite if it’s harassed. I stepped on one out here that I didn’t see. That’s why I wear these boots.”

I nodded and headed back to the camper. I wanted to get the sandwiches ready for our lunch. We had decided to eat lunch on the boat and save the steaks for dinner. I got everything ready and in the cooler and had taken the cooler to the dock. I began to unsnap the canvas cover when a soaking wet Tyler came up next to me. I noticed that the only dry thing about him was his sandals. “What happened to you?”

“I felt a little sweaty, so I hosed off. I’ll dry off quickly once we head out.”

The two of us got the cover off easily, and Tyler stuffed it into a storage bin. With the cooler in the boat and the boat untied. We headed out. I felt remarkably calm; I wondered whether knowing that I was finally going to tell had triggered this sense of ease. Fifteen minutes later, as I took in the beauty of our surroundings, I looked over at Tyler. I smiled, and he smiled back.

I began to hyperventilate. Tyler slowed and stopped the boat.

“Your face is all red. What’s wrong?”

“Can’t catch my breath.”

“You’re breathing too fast. Fuck, now you’re getting pale. Deep breath in and hold it. Hold it, dammit. Let me get a bag.” He dumped the sandwiches from the zip-lock bag and held it to me. “Now breathe slowly and deeply. Concentrate and do it with deliberation.”

My breathing slowed, and I calmed back down. “Let’s keep going. I want to be near those trees again.”

“Sure.” He started the boat again.

I concentrated on my breathing. If I didn’t feel better after what was about to happen, I was going to set up some serious therapy. I focused on the trees. It seemed easier to control my breathing, but I noticed that my hands and arms seemed to get numb.

The boat slowed, and Tyler shut off the engine. I watched him remove the anchor and drop it over the side. He turned to me, “We should be good.” He smiled and then I noticed that he bit his lower lip.

I grabbed onto the back of the chair. Tyler moved close to me and held me. My lips began to quiver.

“It’s never easy talking about a sexual assault.” He kissed my temple. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll make sure you get it.”

I nodded my head and pulled him over to the seat at the back of the boat. The gentle rocking was soothing. I took a deep breath and began.

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The first time started like a game. He’d told me to take off my clothes because he was going to beat me, but once I did, he said he changed his mind.

“I’m going to show you a fun game to play instead,” he told me. He pushed his pants down to his ankles and sat on the floor. “Come sit in my lap.”

He had his legs together, and I noticed his penis was laying in the little valley, so when I sat in his lap, his penis was between my cheeks. He reached around me and cupped my privates in his hand and lifted them against my belly. I could see the tip of his wiener under my balls. He began to manipulate my peter, and his peter grew bigger.

“Do you like the way that feels?” he asked me.

It did feel good. “Yeah,” I whispered. He kept moving his fingers around, and my peter got hard.

I made a little sound, and he said, “No noise, not a sound, or I’ll have to stop. I held my teeth together and was quiet. A feeling like electricity went through me, and I shook the way you do when you shiver.

“It’s my turn now, but we’re going to do it in a different way.” He told me to get face down on the rug. I did. He pushed my knees apart and then rubbed petroleum jelly on my butt. I know because I looked at the jar later.

He was on his knees behind me, and then he leaned forward. He whispered in my ear. “You’re not allowed to talk for this part of the game, and just like the other part, you’re not supposed to make any noise. If you make noise, you lose, and I’ll have to kill you. The rules say that if I kill you, it has to hurt a whole lot. Now I don’t want to kill you, so please, don’t break the rules.

I shook my head, but I didn’t say anything, not even when I felt him pushing against my butt. He put something inside me; it felt really big, and it hurt. But I was quiet. I didn’t know at the time that it was his peter.

He began to move back and forth. It hurt so much that I thought that I must have made noise and that’s how he was going to kill me. He began to grunt, and I reached my hand back. That’s how I found out it was his penis that was moving back and forth in my butt.

He started to push really hard. I felt tears in my eyes, but I knew I couldn’t cry. He made one more push and grunt, and I felt my butt get squishy. I thought I had gone to the bathroom, and he would be mad and kill me anyway, but he said, “That was good. You are good at this game.” He sat up and pulled his pants up and then wiggle to get them all the way on.

“There’s one more important rule to this game. It’s a secret game. If you tell anyone about it, then I have to bring your family into a room with you. The rules say I have to kill all your brothers and sisters, then your mom and dad, and then you. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“Good. Get dressed. Next Sunday, after we eat, you are going to ask if it’s okay to have some ‘Uncle Time’ with me. I’m going to make a good fuss about it, you know, how happy I am that you want to spend time with me, and then we’ll come upstairs and play the game again.”

The next Sunday, he kept glaring at me while we ate, and finally, when almost everyone was finished, I asked, “Is it OK if Uncle Scott and I go upstairs for some Uncle Time?” The talking at the table stopped completely.

Then my grandmother said, “Well, isn’t that cute.”

“Of course, Ethan,” said my mother.

My father looked over at Scott, “You wouldn’t rather have a beer with me?”

“It’ll be a quick game,” said my uncle. He got up, and I ran upstairs ahead of him. He closed the bedroom door and put a chair under the knob. “Get your fucking clothes off,” he growled. He pushed me down on the floor. “Where’s the fucking Vaseline?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered. I’d left it under the bed where he had put it, but it wasn’t there.

“Shit.” He made a lot of spit and put it on my butt, and then he pushed his peter into me.

It hurt so bad that I wished he had just killed me instead. When he finished, it felt like he had peed inside me. He got up and pulled his pants up. “You’d better find that Vaseline or next time, I’ll do it without spit and you won’t like it.” He left the room.

I got up and went to the bathroom, and when I looked in the toilet before I flushed, it looked like blood and milk mixed together. I searched the bathroom and found the jar under the sink. I snuck it into my room and hid it. I made sure to put it under the bed for next Sunday.

Because my grandmother lived with us, the family came over every Sunday for dinner. So every Sunday, I endured Uncle Time so my family wouldn’t get killed. I prayed every day that I would die. I prayed someone would kill Uncle Scott, but every Sunday, he showed up to eat.

When I was thirteen, a new kid moved to town; he was in my class. While all the other boys were talking about touching breasts and getting some pussy, I kept waiting until I felt that way, too. Instead, I started thinking about the new kid. One day after school, he came up to me and told me that he had noticed I was looking at him during class. I started to deny it, but he said it was OK. He just didn’t want me to get caught. He told me that I was nice to look at, too.

We got to be friends, but my uncle found out that we were walking home together every day, and he told me that he had decided to kill him.

“You know, Ethan, you play the game really well. At first, I wondered whether I would have to kill you, but I know now that I won’t have to. But I’m worried that you’ll say something to your friend. So, the next time I have an early day at work, I’m going to drive by, and if you’re still friends with him, I’m going to have to slit his throat. Before he dies, I’m going to tell him that it’s your fault.”

I was terrified for him, so at lunch the next day, I told him that I couldn’t see him anymore. I told him I was in love with him, and my parents found out and were going to send me away. I told him that I had promised never to talk to him again, and they agreed to let me stay. I never spoke to him again.

The ‘uncle time’ continued. And then I found out that my grandmother was going to have a Sunday dinner with her cousin. The family was going to travel there on Saturday and come back on Sunday evening. I lied and said I had a big project to work on so I wouldn’t have to go. I’d have the first Sunday to myself in years. When my mother agreed, I went upstairs and looked at myself in the mirror. I started to cry because I was so happy.

When Saturday arrived, I was so happy. They drove off, and I went back inside an empty house. I didn’t know what to do; I realized that I’d never been alone. I was dancing around the house in my socks. I’d just slid down the hall when I heard a click at the back door. I rushed over.

Uncle Scott was locking the back door behind him. He had a plastic bag in his hand. He saw me and raised the bag in the air. “Six jars of Vaseline,” he laughed.

I simply stood there. If there had been a gun in the house, I would have shot Scott first. The second bullet would have had my name on it.

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Tyler was in disbelief as he listens to the horror of Ethan’s secret, but Ethan is about to reveal the worst of it.

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The term, business consultant, was one that I would come to loathe. After starting my first job and working happily at the company for a year, the owner of the business’ son decided to modernize the perfectly successful company.  We were all told that the ‘business consultant’ was only there to streamline operations. After the streamlining took place, however, heads rolled, and I was one of the unfortunate casualties of the ‘reconstruction.’ In a soft job market, I now found myself unemployed.

A few weeks later, while I was accompanying my father to our local butcher one Saturday morning, Garret, our butcher, told my dad that one of his employees would be leaving at the end of the month. My dad lost no time in suggesting that Garret should give me a try-out.

I cannot say that I was stoked about the job possibility. Firstly, I never liked the smell of a butcher shop, and the thought of working with meat didn’t appeal to me. But, as beggars can’t be choosers, I had few other options. 

Although I wasn’t frightened of Garret, I found him rather intimidating. He was a large bearish man, with a stern face that looked like it didn’t take any shit from his employees.

After agreeing to give me a test run, Garret quickly added, that he would know within a week if I was suitable for the job. As an aside, I am pleased to report that after my weeklong probation period, I, fortunately, made the grade.  

“Make sure your fingernails are clipped very short and are always clean, and when you report on Monday, make sure your hair is cut very short. The last thing our customers need is to find hairs on their meat when they unwrap it,” he sternly concluded after the brief interview.

There was a hive of activity after I reported for duty on Monday. Part of the bustle was being taken to the store where I got fitted out with the appropriate uniforms I was required to wear. The outfits consisted of white dungarees, white t-shirts, white gumboots, transparent hairnets, and blue and white aprons. We also wore elasticized forearm guards. Garret did not approve of the conventional butchers’ gloves, because in his opinion, it was important to feel the texture of the meat when you worked with it.  

On my first two days, I learned to pack and tidy shelves and deal with customers. Thankfully, the smell of the meat that had concerned me the most quickly became second nature to me. On my third day, Garret finally allowed me to observe him at work, cutting and trimming meat. What intrigued me was looking at his large masculine hands, adeptly going about their work. The more I watched, the more the vision I was observing sexually excited me.

The second and even more enthralling aspect of the tutoring was the steady escalation of the eye contact that began developing between Garret and me. It began to feel like he was reading my mind and could sense my arousal.

This ‘torture’ reached a fever pitch a couple of days later when Garret began massaging two large beef fillets that he would soon slice into individual fillet steaks. 

As his fleshy hands cupped the fillet like he was caressing a meaty penis before he commenced leisurely sliding his palms and fingers to and fro, I could feel precum oozing out of my cock from the excitement. With a look of unmistakable lust in his eyes, Garret soon invited me to take over from him. With the two of us alone at the back of the store at this point, I soon starting mimicking his actions as my hands traversed the thick slab of meat.

When I got underway, Garret moved up behind me. The sliding door to the back section was pulled closed, as always, and the door made quite a noise when it got opened. As I rubbed to meat and listened to his lustful whispers of what I should be feeling, I soon felt a tongue sculpting the inside of my ear.

In a low horny growl, Garret asked, “How would you like to play with a stiff slab of meat like this?”

“Mmm,” I groaned in submission.

“Great, we’d better cool it for now. But tonight as we’re about to lock up, make sure you spill this dish of blood on the floor,” Garret collusively uttered, as he pointed to the pan of blood.

At closing time, when the other three staff members were getting ready to depart, I put on my Oscar-winning messy performance.

“Oh, shit, it looks like butterfingers needs to clean up his mess,” Garret said with faux annoyance, before addressing the other workers, “You guys can go home and make sure the front door is closed and the shop lights are switched off on your way out.”  

“Let’s just give it a minute or two, in case someone has forgotten something,” Garret conspiratorially mentioned, once we heard the front door closing.

After I finished the minor clean-up, Garret handed me a beer.

“Well, it looks like the coast is clear,” he finally stated, before he commenced undressing. As he did so, he looked at me with a ‘what are you waiting for,’ gaze.

Once were had both stripped down to our underpants, Garret moved toward me.

With a snigger, Garret then said, “I always thought you were gay.”

“Well, with you being married and all, I assumed you were straight,” I countered.

Garret now looked at me pensively, before replying, “I love my wife, and particularly my two kids. But, sex at home isn’t the highlight of my existence. Even though I’m bisexual, I have always preferred men. You are heaven-sent, Danny.” After another sip of beer, Garret persevered, “I cannot go to gay places, because everyone in the area knows me. Hopefully, now I’ll get to savour the forbidden fruit, that I’ve been missing out on for so long.”

As Garret then closed the distance between us, all I could think about were his fleshy mitts tantalizing my body.

“Do you want me?” Garret asked with lascivious eyes.

“Yeah, fuck, yeah,” I gushed with horniness as his hands traversed my torso.

“Are you ready for your next meat lesson?” Garret murmured.

“Stiff fillet has always been my favourite cut,” I gushed as my hands enclosed on his huge cotton packaged meat.

“Oh, Jesus, baby, I’m going to stuff my entire Beef Wellington in your backside,” Garret cooed, as his magnificent hands cupped my arse and he began kissing me.  

From Garrets snorting and panting, I knew it would not be too long before my arse was going to get fucked.

My premonition got realized when I got spun around before a sublime searing soreness vigorously assailed my backside. My loud yells were not uttered from discomfort but from the enchantment of divine agony.

“Fuck me, fuuck me, just fuckin’ fuuuck me,” I intoned like a bitch in heat.

Garret was equal to the task and hammered my arse manically. He was rather rough, but this was understandable due to his pent-up frustration.   

“Jesus, Jesuss, Jesusss,” he yelled triumphantly as he shuddered while gushing his seed into me.

I fell asleep that night with a sore arse, wondering what other enjoyments my new job would hold for me.

Garret and I soon got into a sexual routine afterward. It didn’t happen daily, because we didn’t want to arouse suspicions, but every couple of days a contrived misdemeanour on my part would lead to my having to remain after work. Ironically, the other staff members even began to speculate that I was getting picked on. I simply dismissed this notion, by telling them that as the new boy, Garret was simply keeping me in check.

After our initial quickie, I also got a more comprehensive look at Garret. Although he sadly had no facial hair, for obvious reasons, the rest of his body was extremely hairy.

A more impressive aspect of our exchanges was that I got to ‘interact’ with his imposing uncut cock more comprehensively. I now fully understood why my arse had been so sore after our first tryst.

The midsection of his dick was so thick, that oral sex was extremely taxing. Given his rough penchant, however, this did not stop him from trying to force more of the “Wellington’ as far down my throat as possible, and I practically became addicted to lozenges. Garret would simply cock-slap my face in frustration most of the time, before fucking the hell out of my arse.

As time wore on, a kinky side of Garret also began to emerge.

After work one day, I observed a large deboned leg of a lamb lying on a slab next to him. With this cut of meat being a popular offering in the butchery, I didn’t give it a second thought, before I observed the impish look on Garret’s face.

“I’ll be taking this home with me for dinner,” he said, before adding, “Now let’s get it properly spiced before it goes on the barbeque.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked in bewilderment.

“Well, first I’m gonna fuck you, and then we’re gonna shoot our loads in the deboned leg,” he mischievously answered.

“Are you serious?” I countered.

“Dead, serious,” he unequivocally answered. “The bitch I am married to had never allowed me to cum in her mouth, so now she’ll be eating spunk tonight.”

My usual skull-fucking ‘torture’ then followed before I got another solid arse fucking. As Garret was about to unload, he shoved his dick in the deboned lamb and shot his load. I was then commanded to also unload in the lamb.

“Don’t you think she’ll taste something strange?” I asked.

“No,” he said, before sprinkling one of his famous spice mixes into the aperture of the deboned lamb.

The following day I asked, “Did your wife enjoy the lamb?”

“She loved it,” Garret replied with a chuckle.

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 TALES FROM THE COVE

≈ TOY-BOY – Part 3 ≈

 

~ A hunk named Hank ~

After the “Fareed affair”, it happened quite frequently that Stewart invited a man at home, and Rick never complained, as he now knew deep inside that his strong bond with the airman was not at a stake. The boy noticed that almost all of the men that came to their home were from the military base: they were co-workers about the same age as Stewart, or younger rookies serving under Stewart’s command, or visiting soldiers and airmen from other bases.

To tell the truth, Rick not only graciously accepted these visits, but often enjoyed them very much. All the men invited by Stewart were handsome and fit, and some of them were extremely hot, and playfully flirted with Rick, making him giggle and firing his imagination.

Stewart, by his side, took the habit of leaving his door slightly ajar, so to let Rick to covertly enjoy the show, if he wanted to, and also to make clear that what was happening in the bedroom was not made behind Rick’s back. During those hot sessions, Stewart proved to be very adaptable, as sometimes he topped his partner, other times he offered his ass, but he never ceased to amaze Rick with his proud manliness and his sexual prowess.

It even happened once that Rick, peeping through the door, was so enthralled by the overwhelming display of raw masculinity that stumbled and stepped out in the open. He saw a hot muscular guy knelt on the bed, his body arched backwards, with his eyes shut, totally lost in his pleasure, while Stewart fucked him from behind. The guy’s cock was throbbing furiously, but he seemed to put a great effort in holding back an impending orgasm.

Stewart looked at Rick over the guy’s shoulder, and soothed his sudden embarrassment with a wink. The airman, with an urchin grin, signaled to the boy to join them and suck the guy’s cock. While Rick got naked, Stewart growled into the guy’s ear: “No matter how hard you resist, you’re about to lose your battle…”

“You wish…!” – the guy replied in a breath, with his eyes still closed and his head reclined over Stewart’s shoulder, a moment before Rick’s wet mouth closed around his engorged cock – “I can resist… You can’t… AAAHH!! What… No no no no!”

Rick played his best tricks on the already overloaded weapon, and it took only few thrusts of his mouth to hear the guy moan loud and explode into a body-shaking climax. Like a chain reaction, Stewart too unloaded his balls into the guy’s firm ass, giving to Rick a joyfully conspiratorial glance.

All in all, Rick liked the men who came home with Stewart. What puzzled Rick a bit was that some of them came for dinner and then stayed for breakfast, while others came later in the night and fled away minutes before getting off Stewart’s bed. Rick thought it was none of his business: maybe they were just shy, or weren’t out to their friends and relatives and didn’t want anyone to know that they had sex with Stewart.

He was right, actually, but only in part. Those guys and men who didn’t stay the night, often had male partners and felt guilty cheating on them with Stewart; or they just didn’t like Stewart, though being into man-love. But they had no choice, as Stewart, abusing his authority and his rank, forced them to have sex with him.

Stewart was not a man who could accept a “no” when he got the hots for a guy, especially if younger or under his command. The only boundary he never crossed was to never do that with straight guys.

But this self-imposed limit soon became too hard to commit to, when a new recruit was assigned to his command. His name was Hank [1], and though he was technically a rookie, he was a grown-up man, even a little older than Stewart. Massive muscular body, square jaws, sun-kissed blond hair, deep blue eyes… and married. Totally, happily, hopelessly straight and married, and father of two.

At first, Stewart flirted with him, but had to step back when he made clear that he wasn’t into men. But the blond stud was such a tease that Stewart couldn’t restrain himself from coming on to him again and again, playing all his trump cards. But neither the authority nor the threats of disciplinary consequences could make the straight man accept what he considered inappropriate and disgusting advances.

Hank became an obsession for Stewart. When at home, he often talked about him with Rick, venting his frustration; and Rick, who was very sensitive to the issue, never failed to advice the man to kick Hank out of his mind and never, for any reason, force him to do something against his will.

For more than a month there were no male visitors at Stewart’s house, and even Rick had a hard time gaining access to Stewart’s bed. But the boy loved his man dearly, and patiently waited, making Stewart know that he was there for him, whenever he needed something, may it be tender love or rough sex, whatever. Rick was Stewart’s boy and he knew his place was beside his man, no matter what.

 

~ A nightly visitor ~

One evening, after dinner, Rick was in his room, getting ready for bed, when he heard the doorbell ring, and Stewart open the door. «One of those ‘stealth’ sex buddies…» – Rick thought, while hearing silent steps on the staircase. He felt uneasy and a bit alarmed when he heard Stewart’s door closing: for months, he never did that, he always left the door ajar for Rick to peek. Why this time was different?

The boy couldn’t resist, and silently went out, crouched in front of Stewart’s door, and looked through the keyhole. Inside, beside the bed, there was a handsome muscular man, standing at attention in a military stance, stripped to his white boxer-briefs. His powerful chest was covered with a thick layer of blond hair. He looked uneasy, and when Stewart, still fully clothed in his uniform, got closer and started groping the man’s bulge, he hastily stepped back, uttering a chocked “Sir… Please…”

“Perhaps you need to be reminded why you’re here, Hank…” – Stewart replied coldly – “You fucked up a major project, and you could be discharged with dishonor for that. But I offered to cover your fault, and stated clear what I wanted in exchange. So, shut the fuck up, stand at attention and don’t you dare to move if not ordered to! I’m going to do whatever I want with you, and you will give me what I want!”

With that, Stewart slipped his hand inside the hunk’s underwear and roughly groped his manhood, and the guy didn’t move a single muscle, though his expression of discomfort and humiliation spoke volumes.

“Good.” – the airman growled. He lusted for that hunk of a man, but he wanted to humiliate him, too, for the many times he rejected his advances. More, he wanted to humiliate his being so stubbornly straight! He wanted his mind to fight as hard as possible, but in the end witness his body betray him.

Stewart moved in front of the guy and started removing his uniform, slowly, looking straight at his prey, knowing that the show would’ve have heightened the guy’s uneasiness. When naked, he crouched at the side of the guy and slowly pulled down the boxer, revealing a massive uncut cock protruding from a thick bush of blond pubes, and two balls of substantial size. He made the guy step out of the underwear and then ordered: “Legs apart and hands behind your head!”

Hank immediately assumed the position, feeling shamefully exposed to the greedy eyes of his commander. Stewart threw one arm around the guy’s hips and used his other hand to sensually massage the hefty member. At first, the cock stayed limp, but Stewart took his time, slowly pumping on the soft meat, making the tight foreskin relentlessly rub against the sensitive glans, until the massive manhood came to life, and slowly grew stiffer and bigger, until it was at full mast.

“A sizeable endowment… Your wife is a lucky girl” – the airman said, mentioning on purpose Hank’s wife to remind him his fierce heterosexuality. He moved to the guy’s front and kneeled down, looking intently at the big meat tool: “Does she do to you… this?”

Stewart opened his mouth wide and enclosed the plump mushroom head in his lips, rolling his tongue on the exposed glans at a madly pace; and then started moving his head forward, taking inch by inch the massive meat inside his mouth and down his throat. He didn’t stop until his nose was firmly buried into the guy’s blond bush; and then, he started tightening his throat muscles, giving to the trapped meat an excruciating massage.

A feeble “Oooohh….” escaped for the guy’s mouth. He was still in a standing position, with his hands behind his head, his eyes closed, and he was putting an obvious effort in keeping his hips still, to not pump back and forth into his commander’s expert mouth.

“I see you like it…” – Stewart said, recoiling for a moment, and then started sucking again on the stud’s rod in earnest, coupling his mouth with his hand, massaging the heavy ball sac and sneaking a finger behind it, to tickle the perineum and the tuft of hair hiding the nether portal.

Hank started trembling, forcefully brought toward the peak of an explosive orgasm. “S… Sir… AAAH! Sir, no… Stop, please…” – the guy pleaded, hating himself for being on the verge of cumming into a man’s mouth – “I’m so close… Nnngghh… I can’t hold it any more, sir… Please… Please!!”

Stewart stopped his heavy stimulation and slowly stood up, to stare into the panting guy’s eye. He enjoyed seeing into them a deep shame, a great embarrassment, but also a thankful glimpse. «He thinks I had mercy of him…» – Stewart thought, while a lustful smirk flashed on his face. “On the bed, on your back. Bend your legs and hold them up and apart. Now!”

 

~ The final humiliation ~

The guy reluctantly climbed on the bed and assumed the position. The feeble hope had vanished from his eyes, replaced by a sudden fear: the last order could mean only one thing, that his commander was about to forcefully, painfully take his anal virginity, splitting his man hole in the most humiliating way.

And Hank was right, he was about to feel utterly humiliated, but not for the reason he had imagined.

Stewart kneeled on the bed, behind the guy’s fully exposed ass, wore a condom and used plenty of lube to thoroughly oil his stiff cock. Then, he smeared more lube on the stud’s quivering hole and gently pushed one finger in it, moving it slowly in and out, and gyrating it to spread the greasy gel.

The feeling was not pleasant for Hank, but not painful, either. He stood still, looking at Stewart, and let out a little gasp when a second finger was added to the first one. Again, the airman took his time, slowly making the tight hole relax, and then added more lube and a third finger, until he reckoned that the blond stud was ready for the main event.

Hank’s eyes widened when the stiff cock, ever so slowly, forced open his well-lubed and relaxed hole; apart from an initial discomfort, he didn’t feel any pain, and… this was somewhat wrong for him, who expected the defloration of a straight unwilling male like him to be extremely painful. Where was the pain? And what buttons that hot rod was pressing inside him, to make his already stiff cock burp out droplets of clear pre-cum?

«My ass was made to take men’s cocks…» – the guy thought in a daze, feeling dirty and disgusted by himself – «I’m taking this thick cock like a seasoned slut!!»

Stewart could easily spot the turmoil Hank was living, as it was written in clear letters into his eyes and over his face, and fucked the tight ass with growing intensity, digging his cock deeper and aiming at the inexperienced prostate at each thrust. When he saw Hank roll back his eyes for a moment and heard the feeble “nnngghh…” coming from his clenched mouth he started to savor his victory over the stubborn straight stud.

Over and over, Stewart’s expert rod filled the tight hole and battered the sensitive joy nut, relentlessly, taking his time, but without ever giving the squirming guy a break. At first, Hank had just reacted with surprise and shame to the lack of pain, then he felt the initial discomfort fade, as his hole got used to the unprecedented invasion. But now he realized that that hot cock was… actually making him build a whole lot of steam, and he felt his groin and his balls straining for release.

«He wants me to cum!» – he sudden realized, and his eyes snapped open, to look plaintively at his commander. “Sir… please… If you want, cum inside me, I don’t care, but please, don’t… don’t…”

“My cock is making you feel good, uh?” – Stewart mused – “But I can make you feel even better…”

His strong hand closed around the guy’s throbbing cock, now coated with copious pre-cum, and started stroking it in sync with the thrusts of his cock inside the warm ass. Up and down, in and out, faster… faster… faster!

Hank was delirious, fighting hard to hold back the pleasure, the unwanted, despised, and yet excruciating pleasure that his commander was forcing him to feel. He was lost, he knew it, and tears made his eyes wet: “Please, sir! At least, don’t make me cum with a cock in my ass! I’m begging you, sir! Don’t humiliate me this way!”

But Stewart’s hand and cock didn’t stop, and went on pushing the guy toward the precipice. Hank tossed his head from side to side in a last, desperate effort to hold back: “Sir, no! Please! Ah! Don’t do it…! Shit! AAAAGH!!”

His cock exploded like a volcano, erupting a steady stream of thick man cream, while Stewart, blown away by the guy’s massive orgasm, moaned loud his pleasure and sprayed his seed deep inside the once-virgin hole.

Out of the door, Rick rose to his unsteady feet. He was horrified and had covered his ears with his hands, not to hear the man begging and pleading… like he himself, not long ago, was begging and pleading, but those men had no mercy of him, just like Stewart had no mercy of Hank. 

He ran to his room and noisily slammed the door; he threw himself on the bed and pressed his face on the pillow. He blamed himself for not intervening, though he knew that there was no way for him to stop Stewart. «He raped Hank…» – the boy thought, no doubts in his mind. He pitied Hank, pitied himself, and for a moment, a long and heartbreaking moment, he hated Stewart, and shut tight his eyes, to not see the beautiful image of his beloved airman crumble to pieces.

He was still repressing his sobs when he heard Hank hastily run downstairs and slam the main door.

 

~ Tongue-lashing ~

The next morning, Stewart went downstairs to have breakfast, but all he could find in the kitchen was cold coffee and a dark-faced Rick, who was standing tall, looking at him with eyes telling of a sleepless night.

“Hey, kid…”, the man said, uncertain.

“Sir, you told me I could tell you anything, without holding back, right?”

Stewart nodded affirmatively, standing tall and crossing his arms on his chest. «Probably Rick overheard something, last night…» – he thought – «but if Hank is the subject of the conversation, then it’s none of Rick’s business!»

The airman didn’t regret anything he’d done with Hank, and wasn’t going to let his boy have a say in his private matters!

“You behaved horribly last night, with Hank, sir…” – Rick said with restrained voice.

“Since when you’ve become my conscience, boy?” – the airman fired back – “I didn’t do anything bad with Hank!”

“You raped him!” – the boy screamed, stomping a foot on the floor, out of pure frustration for Stewart’s total lack of sensibility.

“I didn’t do anything like that! Hank came like a hose!”

“I know.” – Rick said coldly – “I saw him. And I heard him! I heard his heartfelt pleas, I heard him begging you to stop! But you…” – Rick’s voice cracked – “…you had no mercy…”

“All this fuss for nothing!” – Stewart exclaimed, trying to restrain his anger – “If you saw us… peeping through the keyhole, I guess… then you know I didn’t hurt him! I didn’t cause him the slightest pain!”

Rick shot at Stewart a heartbreaking glance, and said with a lower tone: “A rape is not just a matter of physical pain, sir, trust my word, I’m an expert. The abuse is in the forceful domination, in making the victim feel like shit, like a slut. I know exactly how Hank felt, sir… He felt violated in his deepest intimacy, vulnerable, at the mercy of a merciless predator…”

“Oh, sure, he came like a hose, and that should patch things up, right, sir?” – Rick continued, embittered – “He liked it, so where’s the problem? I can’t count the times when, during those parties, I’ve been forced to cum, one, two, three times in a row, while those men mocked me and laughed at me! No, sir, let me tell you, I didn’t like it at all…”

Listening to Rick’s words, Stewart lost all his boldness and turned pale. Last night, with Hank, he let his desire for revenge take over, and went too far with him. Way too far. He… raped him, Rick was right, and deep inside he already knew it very well. He could fool himself, pretending that he was just giving pleasure to Hank, but he couldn’t fool his boy, his… conscience.

He looked at Rick, across the small kitchen, and he suddenly knew that he was about to lose his boy. As if reading his mind, Rick, with wet eyes, cried out: “I cannot love a man who acts in such a horrible way, sir… But I cannot live without loving you!”

The boy ran into his man’s arms, unable to restrain anymore his desperate sobs, and buried his face into his chest: “Tell me you understand the harm you caused to Hank, sir! Tell me you regret what you’ve done! Don’t make me hate you, sir, I couldn’t bear it!”

“I… I re…” – Stewart tried to say, too emotional to go on. He felt he didn’t deserve the sheer love that his boy, despite his obvious guilt, was bestowing on him. He took a long, ragged breath and finally said: “I dearly regret what I’ve done, kid. I needed you to open my eyes…”

The man recoiled and held Rick at arm’s length. With a faint smile, he repeated: “Since when you become my conscience, Ricky boy?”

“Since I got myself a place in your heart, sir” – the boy replied, reciprocating the weary but loving smile.

Stewart stood tall and inhaled sharply: “I’d better call in sick, today. I don’t feel to meet Hank, I couldn’t look at his eyes… But I need to do something, I can’t rewind the time, but I could at least give him a better future. I have many connections at the base, I will make them grant him a promotion and a transfer to a better place than this small town, a place where he can love his wife and raise his kids, without me around, constantly reminding him what happened”.

 

~ A… new life ~

The day after, in the morning, while having breakfast, they were startled by the doorbell ring. Stewart went to the living room and came back after a while, holding some papers in his hand. Looking at his eyes, Rick knew it wasn’t good news what he was bearing.

“It was a bailiff… They’re… They’re throwing me out…!” – the airman said, almost in disbelief, and handed the papers to Rick.

Apparently, Hank, overcoming his shame, had lodged a formal complaint against Stewart for sexual harassment, and the disciplinary commission, while pending the final ruling, had relieved Stewart from duty, blocked his bank account and revoked his right to stay in the military house he lived in. They had 24 hours to leave the house.

“Where are we going to live, sir…?” – Rick asked with trembling voice – “I… I put aside a little savings, but they won’t last long…”

“Don’t worry, kid, I can still take care of you” – the airman said, trying to sound more confident than he really felt – “Just let me make some phone calls, I still have friends at the base, they won’t turn their back on me…”

He went to his bedroom and spent the next two hours talking, shouting, discussing and pleading. But the rumor had spread like a wildfire, and soon Stewart understood that none of his “friends” was going to help him. He was on his own.

The man went back downstairs and said hastily: “Pack your bags, Ricky boy, we’re leaving in the afternoon”. At sunset, Stewart’s truck was loaded with a whole lot of bags, suitcases and backpacks. Stewart started the engine and drove off, without turning back.

Rick, seated beside him, didn’t dare to say anything: he just stood silent, watching Stewart’s frowning expression. The boy wondered where they were going, as apparently Stewart was driving aimlessly across the entire town, from the Air Force base to the central mall area, then to East Downtown, then to the Port, and back to the mall.

It was night when Stewart finally stopped the car in a small parking lot in front of a closed grocery store.

Rick, timidly, broke the silence: “Where are we going to spend the night, sir?”

Stewart clenched his jaws and tightened his fingers on the steering wheel. “I… I don’t know, Ricky boy…” – he murmured, looking at his feet.

Rick was deeply moved by Stewart’s defeated tone, and reacted with his usual resilience: “Well, this parking lot will do perfectly fine, sir, as it’s well-lit and near the police station. We’ll be fine, we can recline the seats, I’ve even packed a couple of blankets… just in case, you know…”

Stewart looked at his boy and flashed a sad smile, the soon faded: “I don’t know even what we’ll eat for dinner… and tomorrow for breakfast… and…”

“Oh, no problem, sir! I’ve packed almost the entire pantry, and I have some money, too, we’ll have no problems… for three or four days at least, sir. Here, take these crackers” – he said, rummaging in the bags on the back seat to hide his anxiety and his sorrow – “and here is some cheese, and maybe…”

He couldn’t finish his phrase, as Stewart hugged him with desperate intensity: “Thank you kid…” – he whispered – “Thank you for not judging me…”

“I love you, sir, and sleeping in a cottage, in a mansion or in a parking lot won’t change that…” – the boy replied, and sealed his lips to Stewart’s, in a tender, passionate kiss.

Ten days went by, and they were still sleeping in the car, changing parking lot every night. Rick’s little savings and the few stored supplies were long depleted.  During the day Stewart left Rick alone, and came back hours later, often with his clothes covered with dirt and drenched with sweat, always bringing something to eat for Rick. “I’ve already eaten”, he usually said when Rick tried to share the little food with his man.

 

 

~ A truly new life ~

One morning, Rick woke up and saw Stewart looking at him with sad eyes. “I can’t let you live like this, Ricky boy. You can’t pay for my faults…”

“I don’t mind, sir, really” – Rick lied – “I can maybe look for a job, and…”

“No!” – the airman interrupted him – “You deserve something better than this. There’s a man, an old friend of mine, who may help us… hopefully. I’m not sure, but it’s worth a try. He’s a wonderful man… and he’s my last hope.”

“If he’s such a wonderful man, why are you unsure he would help us, sir?”

“Well, because…” – Stewart said, ashamed – “we had an… affaire, long ago, and I… uhm… I did him wrong. But I know how big his heart is, he won’t turn his back to us.”

Stewart took from a suitcase his last clean t-shirt and pulled up his untidy hair, and then started the engine. He slowly drove south, along Main Road, almost to the town border and stopped in front of a big three-storey wooden house overlooking the beach.

They stepped out of the car and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, Rick watched in disbelief at the man standing in the doorframe: he was Beauregard Rice-Duncan de la Motte! [2] He couldn’t believe his eyes, as that man was extremely rich, was well-known in the charity clubs as the most generous contributor, and… was as handsome as a blond god! He was tall, blond, had a noble poise, and a body to die for.

«Did Stewart have an affair with him??» – Rick gasped, realizing that Beauregard, always extremely reserved in public about his sexual inclinations, was apparently into men. «He’s so generous! He will surely help us!» – Rick thought, unable to restrain a wide joyful smile.

But his smile soon faded when the man looked at Stewart with contemptuous disdain and said: “You have guts to show up this way, Stu, after what you’ve done to me…”

Rick looked at Stewart, who was clearly putting an enormous effort in gulping down his pride. The airman took a deep breath and looked straight at his ex-lover: “Beau, I know I don’t deserve your help, I made you suffer too much…” – he said with trembling voice – “But, as you see, I’m not alone anymore, this is my boy Hendrick. He’s my boy, Beau! I swore to protect and nurture him, and I… can’t do it. I failed with him as a master, as I failed with you as a man. But my boy doesn’t have to pay the price of my errors. Take him with you, Beau. I beg you, if you ever loved me, give him what I can’t give him anymore”.

Rick felt his heart jump in his chest like crazy and his head spin: Stewart had gulped down his pride and was prepared to go on living in a car, only to give him, Rick, a chance for a better life!

But for Rick there was no better life than the one he was already living, with the man he loved more than anything.

“I don’t care to sleep in a car, as long as you are with me, sir!” – Rick exclaimed with broken voice, hugging Stewart so tight that the man could barely breath. “Ri… Ricky boy… I…” – the airman tried to say, but a lump in his throat blocked his voice.

A low voice came from the dark entrance hall: “Beau, he’s one of us”. Stewart and Rick raised their eyes and saw a handsome tanned man, with exotic features, behind Beauregard.

“I know” – the tall man replied – “I’ve always knew”. He stepped back, opening the door wider and said: “Come inside, both of you. Welcome to the Cove”.

The airman and his boy stepped inside, with thankful smiles lighting up their faces. They didn’t realize, in that moment, that crossing the door sill they were not just entering their new home: they were entering their new life, too.

…But this is another story.

The End… sort of!

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Optional references to “Rowan’s Journey to Manhood”, if you want to read more about:
[1] Stewart and Hank: Chapter 20, ~ Stewart’s Secret ~
[2] Beauregard: Chapter 20, ~ Stewart and Hendrick arrive at the Cove ~

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When I graduated high school, I landed several grants and scholarships because of really good grades. They covered almost all my costs for college and my mom was thrilled. It’s just the two of us and my single mom was working all the time to make ends meet so she really couldn’t help much. So at eighteen, I’m pretty much on my own in a mid sized college town and needing a job for anything that might come up. I ended up working as a bar back in a little watering hole not to far from campus. Close enough I could ride my bike even. “Jacks Place” drew an eclectic crowd and not all college kids ether. At eighteen you can serve liquor, you just can’t drink it which was fine with me, never really liked the taste anyway. One night they were a bartender short and I filled in. I was kind of a natural and had a blast. I’d already learned a wide range of cocktails so that part was easy and as most people want beer it was easy as hell. I made a killing in tips and it wasn’t long and I was tending bar several nights a week. 

I worked hard at my studies and did my best to get any homework done before my shifts started. Everything was going great except I had no personal life at all. I’d hook up here and there but never anything long term. I’m okay in the looks department, I’m tall, just a little over six foot and I’m slim as I can’t seem to get any bigger. With all my biking around, I stay pretty fit. I’m blonde, almost white it’s so light. Girls ask me all the time who does my color and never believe me when I say it’s always been this way.  I get told I’m sexy but I think it has more to do with my look and the way I dress. You see, I’m very hot natured and no mater the time of year, I’m in shorts. Mom thinks it’s because of a really high metabolism burning up everything I eat that makes me feel hot all the time. Jack didn’t care what I wore as long as it wasn’t political or offensive. I wore really short cutoffs and old western shirts with the sleeves ripped off. I’d find them at thrift stores for next to nothing and I liked the feel of thin fabric on my skin. It was kinda slutty looking but it was good for tips. Straight guys would give me good natured shit and I’d have a funny come back so they tipped well, women tipped because I had a great ass looked hot and let’s face it, any gay guys did it for the same reason. Once in a while, someone would hang out until closing time and I’d get some dick but not often. 

This one night the big hot looking guy sat at the far end of the bar just watching us work and quietly drinking beer. When we called last call he discreetly laid a huge tip on me and thanked me as he walked out. I opened my hand and found two new one hundred dollar bills. I didn’t say a word, I wasn’t sharing that tip with anyone, the guy had already put plenty in my jar. So I’m cleaning up and I haul some trash out to the dumpster behind the bar and I spot him leaning against his truck. I walked over and said…

“Thanks man, you didn’t have to do that but I sure appreciate it”

“I like to see a hot guy in shorts like that, great legs and a totally fuckable ass. I’ve been hard all night looking at that”

He stepped closer and slipped his hand on my ass. He slid it down and slipped a finger up inside to cop a feel and found my sweaty hole then pushed in a bit. I grabbed his denim covered cock and found plenty of meat. That was the first time he fucked me. He turned me to face his truck, reached around and unfastened my shorts and they’d barely hit the ground and I hear him spit on his fingers and rubbed it in my ass. He opened his jeans and pulled out his cock then pulled my hips back, kicking my feet further apart and soon he was balls deep in me. I hadn’t had a cock up my ass in over two months and I was in need. It wasn’t romantic but it was damn good and five minutes later he’s dumping a massive load of cum in my ass. I could hardly speak, it was all so sudden.

“God damn fine cunt, tight as hell. I’m through here every month. If you’re around, I’d like another shot at that boy pussy”

I nodded, he pulled out and left. I still had to finish clean up in the bar so I pulled up my shorts and went back in. Never said a word. It would be a while before I ever even got his name but every month he would show up, hand me a bunch of money at closing time and I’d meet him in back. It’s not like was getting anything anywhere else…. 

At first I felt like a whore because he kept giving me money, isn’t that what prostitution is? But I never once asked him for it, didn’t need it, I was making great money just doing my job. My costumers just loved me and my personality was perfect for the job so I blew it off and looked forward to his next visit. He finally asked for my number and would text to tell me to be ready on whatever night. 

I was in my third year at school and work by this point. Classes were going great and my grades were more than acceptable so my mom was pleased. I’d moved from the dorms the year before and had a small studio that was halfway between campus and work so all was good as to be expected, then came Jake. 

So one of our bartenders announced he was moving at the end of the month and the owner started looking for a replacement. He liked men behind the bar in case of trouble, the whole time I worked at Jack’s, I’d never seen a fight at all. Worst thing we ever saw was the occasional argument which was easy to put an end to. Jack liked a comfortable place for his customers and he made sure they got it too. So back to Jake, he’s who was hired and my first shift with him was interesting to say the least. He was a good four or five inches taller than me and really hot looking in a gym bunny sort of way. Lots of tats and muscle but not too massive thankfully more long lean and ripped, huge bulky guys don’t fit well in tight spaces behind a bar but anyway, I thought he was hot. His dark hair and eyes looked sexy and he was always in hide tight jeans that showed off a big cock and a snug black T-shirt for showing for the ripped body. I walked in that first day in my raggedy jean shorts and ripped up western shirt and he took one look at me and glared like he smelled something bad. I just walked up and extended my hand….

“Hey, I’m Blue, welcome. Hope you like it here. Nice people and the tips are great”

He did one of those ass hole vice grip hand shakes then dropped it like it had something nasty on it. 

“What kind of fucked up name is Blue?”

This fucker wasn’t getting under my skin. I had seniority and I didn’t have to take shit from anyone. Jack liked me, he knew I was gay and didn’t give a shit because I brought in business. I looked at that ass hat and as calm and unflinching as could be, I smiled and said..

“It’s the kind of name my mom liked”

I smiled and walked back to my station and got set for the evening. I went about as usual, unfazed by his presence. I smiled and chatted with my customers as usual, flirting and teasing making them laugh. Hell, I was even pleasant to him. He hated it but I just acted as I did any other day. He got use to me but was never friendly. He was a good bartender and he brought in some new customers so Jack was happy. We just settled in and got into our routine. My monthly visitor, Ben, came in and as usual after closing I’m leaned up against his truck practically naked getting fucked up the ass. For the most part, it was always the same. Some times when he was really wired up he would do his usual hard fuck and dump then hold me on his cock to recover and then fuck me again. He was a way better fuck than what I was picking up on campus. Had to be twenty years older than me but he was fucking hot and that cock never failed to satisfy me. One time we were in one of those second fuck nights and unbeknownst to me, we were being watched. Jake had stepped out back for some air or something and saw Ben fucking me. He saw him pull that big cum slime covered cock out of my ass and watched as I turned and sucked it clean. He slipped back in the bar and he was standing inside the door when I walked in.

 “I saw that you fucking little faggot. What a fucking whore”

“Nah, I don’t charge for it. If you wanna try it out sometime, let me know. Probably the best pussy you’ll ever have”

I looked up at him, grabbed a handful of his denim covers box, gave it a healthy squeeze and went to finish up my work. He was stunned, that’s obviously not what he expected me to do. The following weeks I could feel his eyes on me and every time I turned to look he darted them away. This was getting funny and I was enjoying myself. One night, he’d been working this busty red head. She had come in with a couple of girlfriends and was ready to party. She started flirting with him as soon as she sat down at the bar. She was getting pretty raunchy and I could see it was having an effect on his cock. Looks like the horny bastard was pretty hung. I could see his cock snake down the leg of his jeans and she kept telling him how bad she wanted that monster up her pussy. He was eating it up and I’m about ready to start laughing. She getting so fucked up, I knew her drunk ass would be passed out in bed before he ever got ready to close down the bar. The dumb ass kept buying her drinks, fool. Anyway, about an hour before closing, she go’s to the restroom with one of the other girls and evidently passed out cold. They had to drag her to the car and she wasn’t looking so pretty. I wanted to bust out laughing but I’m no fool, he was just as likely to bust me in the mouth. He was pissed and wasn’t happy to be stuck behind the bar with blue balls and a fag named Blue. That night as we were cleaning up, he’s more quiet than usual. Once again I caught him staring at me, I just smiled and kept cleaning and talking with the bar back. The bar back walked away and I was near him as I cleaned and said….

“I can help you with your little problem”

“I ain’t gay you little faggot”

“Never said you were. I’m just saying, you could close your eyes and enjoy a blowjob and pretend I’m a certain redhead, that’s all”

I walked to the end of the bar and finished cleaning. I got finished and left to go home. I road my bike over to the little twenty four hour convenience store to pick up some milk and bread. When I walked out I see him parked by my bike.

“Hey fag, we’re you serious?”

“First of all, don’t call me a fag. You know my name. Secondly, I’m always serious about sucking cock”

I put my stuff in my backpack and got on my bike. I stopped before I took off and looked at him. He looked conflicted as hell. I smiled and road off. A few minutes later I hear his truck pull up beside me, I pull over and stop. 

“You won’t tell anybody will you?”

“Get real, what is this jr. high? Who am I gonna tell?”

He gets out and puts my bike in the back and asks were I live and we drive off. We walk in and I go to the kitchen and put my milk in the fridge, strip out of my clothes and come back in. He’s standing in the middle of the room looking out the window. I kneel down behind him in the floor and start stroking my cock.

“You ready?”

I ask. He turns and kinda jumps back a little, startled to see me naked before him.

“Jesus fag, you’re naked!”

“Look, you can call me Blue and get your cock sucked or you and keep calling me a fag and go home with blue balls. Your choice”

He’s looking down at me stroking my cock. I’m not hung but I’m above average and I keep it all shaved smooth so on my slim tight body it looks a little bigger than it is. 

“Sorry, Blue. Suck my cock?”

“My pleasure. You wanna pull it out or you want me to do it?”

He just opened his jeans and pushed them down his hot looking thighs. He’s commando as I suspected and I wasn’t wrong about him being hung. The thing is fucking long and pretty thick. I reach out and take it in hand and it started growing. I quickly scooted forward and popped it in my mouth and sucked it down. I feel it harden in my throat and soon he’s fucking my face. I never shut my eyes, I’m looking up, straight into his as he holds my head. He pulls almost all the way out and I realized how long he is. I’d been holding his hips as I sucked him but I was so turned on I let go and grabbed my cock and was stroking to the time of his fucking and with the other hand I’m working my nipple. He’s looking down on all this and getting an eye full as I’m getting off on him. I feel a drop of sweat hit my face and realize how hard he’s sweating as more falls on me. He let go of me long enough to pull his shirt off and mop his face and chest then dropped it and grabbed my head again, picking up speed. I know he’s getting off on me being so into him, I figured he would close his eyes and forget a man was sucking him off. I could feel him getting close and he slowed down, that’s a good sign, he was loving this but it wasn’t long and he smashed my head to his neatly trimmed bush and pumped a load down my throat. As the last of it pumped into me, he pushed me back and that big cock slipped from my lips. I fell back and continued working my nipple and beating my cock, seconds later I was covered in my own cum. He just stood looking down at me, almost in shock. Then he snapped back to reality and put that beautiful hunk of cock back in his jeans and put his shirt on and headed for the door.

“Good night, I had a great time. Let me know when I can help out again. See ya at work”

He was out the door in a flash and I got up and got ready for bed. Our next three shifts together, he never spoke a word to me but I acted like nothing had changed. I was my usual fun loving self and I think it drove him crazy. I don’t know what he thought I was going to do, I already told him I wasn’t gonna say anything. 

Oh well. Things got back to normal and it wasn’t long until Ben was back to visit. This time when we fucked out back, I was watching to see if Jake would come watch again and sure enough, he was standing in the door groping himself so I put on quite a show. When we finished I went back in, this time he was busy cleaning up. He did look up at me and I gave him the sweetest smile and kept on working. The next day when I came in, I had to piss like crazy and ran to the restroom. I barge in and who do I find but Jake standing pissing too. I took the one next to him and leaned over saying…

“If you wanna watch I’m cool with it but I’d gladly suck that baby off anytime you want. Better yet, you could be like my friend and fuck me sometimes”

“I’m not gay”

“No one thinks you are and I never said that. Look, you fucked my face and it didn’t make you gay. What’s the difference if you do me in the ass. You can think of it as pussy if that helps. I’m just interested in your cock”

He zipped up and walked out. I just smiled to myself, I’ve planted a seed. I just need to tend it a little and I bet he’s planting his seed in me before long. That night as we were closing up, I drug a huge can out to the dumpster but couldn’t lift it so I yelled for help at the back door and low and behold Jake showed up to help me. Actually, he did it for me.

“Thank you sir! I appreciate the help, it was just a little more than my skinny ass could do. I owe you one”

“No problem….ah I’m almost done, can I give you a lift home?”

“You sure can! Thanks”

We finished up and he walked out first, I followed shortly and unlocked my bike and he put in back. We drove in silence to my place and he pulled the bike out again and followed me to the door. I let us in and took off my clothes. 

“Another blowjob big boy?”

“Sure”

“Take your clothes off, I want look at you”

He didn’t say a word but did as I asked. This time I sat on the edge of my bed as he stripped. The man was fucking hot as hell. He spends a lot a time in a gym working on this masterpiece. He knows he’s got a hot body and he likes the attention but I’m sure he wishes it was a naked girl sitting here wanting to suck his cock and not a skinny boy stroking a cock and looking at him with hungry eyes. He comes over to me but this time, I take charge. The last time was a power throat fuck and I loved it but this one was gonna be slower and way better. I took the big shaft in hand and started stroking it as I licked the head. He started to grab my head but I stopped him. I just kept working that cock. I flipped on my back with my head off the side and told him to fuck my throat. I’d let him pump it in deep a little then push him back so just the head was in my mouth. I’d work the precum out and let it drip in my open mouth. He’s moaning and grunting but still hasn’t said anything. He wants to be more involved in this but I’m calling the shots. I had him get on the bed and I went down on him again then I was sucking his balls and slipping lower to his taint. When my tongue slid over his his ass he jumped back…

“Stay out of my ass, fucker!”

He yelled

“Look, your ass is safe here. As you already know, I like it up my ass. Most you’re getting is what you just had, a little tongue”

He relaxed and lay back, I just kept working everything from his nipples to his ass and he was loving it but other than his hands on my head, he’d never touch me. Finally, I’m getting tired and need to get to bed and polished him off. I’d edged him so long, he came like a high pressure hose going off. Lots of cum that tasted like roasted pecans. I didn’t even bother to get myself off, I was done, I just told him he could let himself out, the door would lock behind him. I flipped off the bedside lamp and pulled the covers over myself and said good night. Should have seen the look on his face. If I wasn’t so tired, I’d have laughed. I watched him dress in the dark and go to the door. He stopped and looked back like he wanted to say something then changed his mind and walked out. I’m laying there thinking that man will be fucking my ass before another week goes by, he’s got a lotta cock hanging between his legs and I’m determined to have it up my ass. As usual, he was standoffish our next few shifts, I knew he’d relax soon enough. This straight boy didn’t know what to think, a gay guy had sucked his cock twice and obviously he liked it but he didn’t know what that means about him, he just knew I was doing it better than any woman he’d ever been with. It wasn’t long and he’s looking at me again, I’d catch him staring at my ass in the mirror behind the bar all the time and his hard cock was difficult to miss. Yep he’s thinking about it. One night I decided to push the envelope a little, I pulled out some really ragged older shorts that normally never leave the house because the bottom of my ass shows, it’s really too much for work but what the hell. He couldn’t get his eyes off my ass and I pretty much ignored him all night. At closing time, I paid our bar back to do most of closing work and snuck out before he was finished. About forty five minutes later, I hear a knock on my door. I’d already stripped and gone to bed. I didn’t turn on any lights and when I saw it was him through the peephole, I smiled. I opened the door a little and he asked…

“You okay? You ditched out so fast”

I stepped further into the dim light, enough for him to see my naked body clearly. 

“I’m fine, just wanted to get to bed a little earlier. Wanna come in?”

I stepped back, opening the door wide. His eyes flicking from one part to another. I turned leaving him standing there. My cock started to harden. He follows me in, locking to door. I never turned around, just got back in bed. I could hear his clothes coming off behind me as I lay down on my side. He got on the bed and his hand touched my ass, cupping it gently, a finger slipped in and probed my pucker and I pushed back on it. His hands were warm and rough and felt fantastic. I pulled one leg up to give him better access and he went for it. He would occasionally slip a finger into my puckered opening and rub around. Finally I whispered…

“Fuck me”

He hesitated a bit, He’d seen the jar of lube on the bedside table because he stuck a slick finger up inside me and started moving in and out. I felt him getting in closer as he slipped another finger in. I start moaning as he goes in deeper. He’s laying behind me, getting closer. His cock is bumped up next to my hole as his fingers moved out, my hole is nice and relaxed and opened. The big head of his cock breached my hole and I gasped as it popped in. He held on when I gasped but he couldn’t hold back any longer and he grabbed my hips and yanked me back as he rammed in causing me to yell out in surprise. He’s yet to say anything. It took a bit but he managed to get all that cock inside me. I swear I saw stars when he bottomed out so hard. He finally spoke…

“Fuck”

And that was the last he spoke for a long time, he’s slamming into my hole like a pile driver, taking my breath with each plunge. It was painful yet fantastic all at the same time. He never changed it up, he stayed behind me fucking like crazy, almost punishing me for something. He never took his hands off my hips and he never pulled all the way out, he just kept slamming it in me. Eventually I felt him fucking harder then the head of his cock seemed to get bigger and he called out…

“Oh fucking take my load”

He yanked me in tight as he filled me with cum. We lay panting in the dark and shortly we were asleep. He jolted awake, shocking me from mine. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I gotta get out of here”

“Go back to sleep. My morning class was canceled, we can go another round in the morning if you like”

Nothing doing, he was dressed and out the door in a flash. I just rolled back over and fell asleep. Next morning, I woke up because something was wet in my bed. I lifted the covers and found the biggest damn puddle of cum that drained from my relaxed hole. Fuck, not only hung but shoots huge loads, what a fucking turn on but now I had to change the sheets. Oh well, I finally got that bastard to fuck me, too bad he’s got so many hang ups. I wondered what he’d act like at the bar. I got to the bar before him and he walked in with one of the other guys, all laughing and having a good time. He didn’t see me right off and I walked up behind him and said as I slapped him on the back….

“Damn you’re in a good mood for a change. Musta got some really good pussy last night”

You should have seen his face. He’s looking around to see what the reaction was but the other guy thought it funny as well so he chilled and laughed as well. He did shoot me a look as he went past, I just smiled and went back to work. A little later we are setting up our stations and he said under his breath…

“What the fuck, I nearly shit my pants when you said that”

“Well, did you enjoy the pussy or not?”

Total loss for words but you know me, all smiles. I whisper back…

“You can have that pussy anytime you want it. No strings attached”

“I shouldn’t have done it. I’m not gay”

“Don’t you get it? I don’t care”

“I can’t talk about this”

And walked off. Gotta tell ya, I liked messing with his head. This has blown this straight boys mind, he’s questioning everything he thinks he knows about himself. I understand he’s from a really small town and getting to this mid-sized college town was a big deal. I thought that was kinda funny as I’m actually from a large city so this place was a really a step back, I mean I used a bicycle to get around so it can’t be that big. Obviously, not an educated sort of guy and I’m betting he’s a bartender for years not that that’s a bad thing, hell I’m a bartender but I won’t be doing this all my life, I promise you that. Anyway, I’m just fucking with this guy so I could get in his pants. I don’t want him for anything but sex. So latter on that night, once again I catch him watching but this time he keeping his distance. It was a busy Friday night but I still managed to have a good time messing with him. I’d gotten a text at some point from Ben that he would be by the next night so I had that to look forward too. I didn’t sleep in so I could get a jump on my homework and some things around the house. I’m in the middle of laundry when Jake shows up. I’m in a little black micro short and nothing else when I open the door for him. His eyes are drawn straight to my little shorts and I just smile and welcome him in. 

“So what is it this time? Another blowjob or maybe some of that pussy you liked so much”

He blushed beet red, I just wanted to laugh. 

“I just wanna talk. That’s all”

I flop down on the bed and wait. He’s trying to meet my eyes and not look down but I’m not making it easy. He turns me on and I’m hard as a rock in a heartbeat and those little tight shorts don’t hide a thing. 

“What’s on your mind stud”

“Will you give it a rest? It’s not like that. I was just horny and it got out of hand. It should a never happened. I like women, I want a girlfriend and get married someday. Don’t need to be doing a bunch of fag shit”

“Look, we talked about this. Stop saying FAG! It’s like saying the “N” word. It’s derogatory and it pisses me off”

“Okay, okay, I get it”

“You’re a hot looking guy, some girl is gonna go ape shit for you and I bet you make some pretty babies someday, but I don’t care about that and you know it. I think it turns you on that I’m into you. You’ve worked hard to get that hot fucking ripped body and every man I’ve ever met with a body like that wants to be worshiped. I know you like it because you always get hard when I do it. Gotta be honest here Jake, I wanna be your pussy as long as you want it or I get tired of you. I got another year before I graduate, don’t have time to date or keep a boyfriend but I have a few needs and your big cock can take care of it. I don’t wanna hang out and be buddies and things at work don’t have to change ether. I do me and you do you and every once in a while, you throw me some dick. I told you before you can have it anytime you want it and I mean it”

He sat thinking a minute.

“What about that guy?”

“Who, Ben?”

“I guess, I don’t know. The guy in the alley, you know”

“I don’t even really know him. He told me his name is Ben and he comes to town once a month. I don’t know if any of that’s true, he likes fucking me behind the bar and I like his big cock. Besides you, he’s the only action I’ve had in nearly a year. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know, curious I guess”

“Just so ya know, he’s coming in tonight if you wanna watch again”

“Shit man, I just caught you a couple of times”

“I’m not blind, you’ve watched every time since you caught me the first time. It’s cool, I get off on it. I know it turns you on but if you want a special treat, come fuck me after he finishes”

“I think that would seriously be too gay”

“Come on now. You’re as hard as a rock right now. I bet if I dropped my shorts you’d fuck me”

He looked stunned but it was true. I slipped the shorts off and spread my legs wide and smiled. 

“Damn Dude, it’s the middle of the day!”

“Yeah, we’ve never messed around in the bright light of day. Now you can really see what we’re doing”

Being so incredibly blonde, what little hair I had on my body was really fine if any at all. I’d never had any on my ass and my pucker was as smooth as could be so he was seeing me in all my glory. He didn’t move but he didn’t look away, his cock is throbbing in his jeans. I’d beat off when I woke up and the tub of lube was still open on the table beside me. I reached over and scooped some out and started fingering my hole for him, a wet spot was forming on his jeans at the tip of that pulsing cock.

“You ever had a girl spread out like this offering you some pussy before? Just think how much money you’ll save, no dinner out, no movie you didn’t wanna see anyway, no talking her into sex. I bet they complain about how big your cock is and to slow down and not so hard, don’t they?”

He leaned over, mesmerized by what I was doing, I’d added a second finger and slowly kept going, he can’t take his eyes off my ass. Softly, I told him to take his cloths off, never says a word as if in a trance as he took off his clothes. He’s standing beside the bed as he pulled off the jeans. His ripped body looked amazing and now it’s my turn to admire him. He looks at me kinda uncomfortable…

“What?”

“You really are a fucking hot looking man. Come here”

He blushed again but did as I said. He got on his knees on the bed and walked toward me. I scooted down in the bed and pulled my legs back. He reached for the lube and I stopped him. 

“Fuck me dry, I got enough already”

He’s over top of me and starts to push in. I told him to lean back so he could watch his big cock sink in me. I liked the look on his face as he fucked. Mostly he concentrated on how his cock looked sliding inside my ass but eventually he started looking up my body to my eyes. He’s keeping a steady pace as he pumps into me. 

“It feels good, doesn’t it?”

He just nods and then moves up over me, he presses my legs up over my head and his face is just about touching mine and he fucking me harder.

“Tell me what you’re thinking”

“God I fucking hate you”

“Probably, but you fucking love ramming that big raw cock up me. Say it”

“You’re such a fucking cunt”

“That’s it, make me your fucking cunt. Give me that huge fucking cock , I don’t care if you hate me as long as you keep fucking and breed that cunt”

Now he’s power fucking me harder and harder, sweat is dripping in my face. I grab his hips and urge him to do it harder.

“Oh fuck, you’re fucking the cum right out of me. Oh GOD! BREED ME JAKE!”

My cock exploded between us in a huge mess but he kept going. Minutes later, he rammed in as deep as he could and unloaded deep inside and fell down on me. He’d tried to not really touch my body much, mostly he just wanted his cock in me but he’s all over me now. Panting and heaving as his seed fills me up. He mouth is by my ear and he said

“Oh god I hate you so much”

I have my arms wrapped around him holding him close, gently stroking his back….

“You don’t really hate me do you”

“I don’t know what I know anymore. I’m so fucking messed up”

“Why, because you’re fucking me now? It’s just sex, it feels good, do it”

“But I’m fucking a god damned guy for fuck sake! Tell me that’s not gay?”

“Okay, do you feel the need to kiss me?”

“Hell no”

“What about a blowjob, you wanna suck my cock?”

“Oh my god no”

“Then I seriously doubt you’re gay”

He rolled off and lay beside me thinking.

“So what does it mean then?”

“It means you’re horny and I gave you what you needed. So what did you think?”

“I liked it, so tight”

“Thanks, glad you approve”

I noticed he was getting hard again so I moved down and started to go down on him but he stopped me

“Dude! That’s been up your ass!”

“You got a lot to learn about fucking guys. My ass is always clean”

I went back to sucking him. I got him hard and then got up on him and slid my ass down on his cock. He slammed his head back on the bed moaning and grabbed the covers. I’m riding his cock again and working my ass muscles on it. I tell him…

“Just say it, you like fucking boy pussy, don’t you?”

“Oh god…. fuck yes….I…ah.. ah…love it”

“You gonna be a bitch about it or ya just gonna give in and fuck me when I want it”

“Anything, just keep going”

That’s what I wanted to hear. I had him where I wanted him now, the big dumb jock. I’m banging my ass on him like mad and he’s fallen way to be like so many guys both straight and gay. He can be lead by the head of his dick and I’m taking full advantage. I’ll have this handsome idiot eating my ass before he knows it and he’s gonna think it’s his idea. His big cock feels incredible up my ass and from his reaction, he’s about to cum.

“Slow down big boy, make it last”

“I can’t, gotta cum”

I stopped and slapped him hard  in the face, his eyes sparked with anger. He was gonna say something but I stopped him with a finger on his lips.

“Just cool off a little. Hold back it’s called edging, I promise it’ll be worth it”

He looked like he was gonna punch me, even his fists are clenched.

“So now you wanna hit me? That how you wanna play this? Think about it” 

I clamped down on his cock with my ass, 

“This is the only pussy you’re getting lately, you wanna hurt me and lose that? This pussy never go’s on the rag, let’s you fuck bareback and breed never makes you pull out”

I’m riding again as I talk and his eyes are rolling back in his head but I got his attention, he’s hearing me. I managed to make him hold off four more times before I leaned forward and whispered in his ear….

“Breed me baby”

He screamed out as he let go and shot his load deep in me. 

“Fuck, Blue! You’re gonna drive me fucking out of my mind. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life”

“See, I didn’t think you hated me. You might even like me a little”

“All I know is that I’ve never had such mind blowing sex in my life. I can’t believe I’m fucking a fa…. dudes ass and likening it too”

“Good save”

“I’m trying”

I smile and call him..

“Good boy. You wanna hang out and recover? Think you got another load for me in those big pretty balls?”

“Damn, you can’t get enough, can you?”

“What can I say, you turn me on. Physically, you’re exactly the kind of guy I want. Hot body, good looking as hell and a huge cock. Why do you think I worked so hard to get in your pants? You’re a fucking wet dream come to life”

I know what to say to keep him coming back. He’s proud of his body, he should be, he looks like he stepped off the cover of Men’s Health and he’s got a porn stars cock. If he was smart, he’d be working those looks and body to his advantage instead of poring drinks for a bunch of drunks but I’m going to use him for my own pleasures. 

“You really think I’m hot?”

“Jake, come on. You know I do. I bet you even turn yourself on, don’t ya pretty boy? I bet you’ve shot gallons of cum on a mirror looking at that killer body. You’re beautiful”

He kinda blushed. Nailed it, he’s done it a million times I bet. I just let it go. I run my finders over his body, testing the waters for any negative reaction. His head is so swelled from all my flattering, he’s near putty in my hands. 

“Thanks dude”

“So ya want some more pussy or not?”

“I don’t think I could get hard again, you drained me. I guess I should go and do some shit before I gotta get ready for work. Thanks Blue”

“For what?”

“You’re way nicer to me then I’ve ever been to you. Sorry I’ve been a dick, I just never met a fa.. shit, a gay guy before”

I smiled and winked at him…

“Don’t mention it, I just want you for your body and big dick”

He laughed as he started putting his clothes back on

“You’re a little shit, you know that?”

“I think you like me that way, pretty boy”

He just shook his head as he looked at me. Still naked I waked him to the door. I could feel the wetness of his cum leaking from my ass. When I started to open the door he stopped me and took me in his arms hugging me, his hands running down my body to my ass and a finger slipped in me. I thought he was gonna kiss me but he held back. 

“I’ve always been an ass man and I think you got a fucking hot one. First time I saw you in those fucking shorts you prance around the bar in, though about fucking it”

“To bad you waisted so much time being a dick. You could have taken me right then. Think of all the pussy you missed out on”

“Guess I’m a little slow”

“Baby, if you don’t stop fingering my hole, I’m gonna lose it. I need fucking again”

“You’ve fucked me out. I got nothing left”

“You started this, you need to finish it”

He turned me around and put my hands on the front door and pulled my hips back. He got down behind me and did it, he jammed his tongue up my cum filled ass. I yelled out in ecstasy as he’s going to town on my ass. I reach down and start beating my hard cock, I needed to cum again. He took each globe of my ass in a hand and pulled them as far apart as he could and went even deeper up my ass with his tongue, seconds later I was blasting a load all over the floor. He took one big lick and stood up, slapping me on the ass. I turned and looked at him in total surprise…

“Are you ever full of surprises. Never thought you would ever do that”

He grinned at me sheepishly…

“What, I’ve eaten pussy before. I just thought, how different could it be?”

“Yeah, but this one was full of cum”

“I’ve eaten my cum out of a girl before, it’s no big deal”

“Well, thanks, I loved it and it got me off. I needed that”

He just grinned, wiped his face off and walked out the door. I got my chores done, got a work out and a nap before my shift at the bar. I was one really satisfied gay boy and I sill had Ben coming in tonight. The night was busy but every Saturday was, Ben showed up a couple of hours before closing and waited in back after we shut down. As usual, I went out to see him. 

“So your stalker gonna watch me plow that ass again?”

“He hasn’t missed one since he discovered us at it. I’m sure he will”

“Good, I like to be watched. Drop your shorts boy”

He spits in my ass and is soon balls deep in me and fucking away. 

“Boy, that cunt isn’t as tight as usual. Been getting some action lately?”

“My stalker over there banged two loads of cum in me before we came in tonight”

“Thought he was supposed to be straight”

“He is but I talked him into fucking me when I discovered how big his cock is. Don’t worry about him, just keep fucking”

He pulled me away from the truck and shadows and fuck walked me closer to where Jake was standing in the shadow of the doorway and proceeded to fuck the shit out of me in front of him. Surprisingly, Jake didn’t duck back inside he just stood and watched. After Ben finished and I went back in, Jake told me he was taking me home again. We were barley in the door and he jerked my shorts down as well as his jeans, got me on my knees and rammed his hard cock straight up my ass. He didn’t hesitate a second, he was balls deep in me so fast I hardly had time to think. Like always, he never said a word, just grunting like a pig as he shot his load in with Ben’s. Before I could blink an eye, he was eating my ass out again, I could feel him sucking his and Ben’s cum out of me and chewing on my puffy used cunt until he got his fill.

“Well, that was a surprise. I guess it turns you on to see me get fucked”

He didn’t answer and he couldn’t look at me ether, he just pulled his jeans up and plopped down on the couch. I got up out of the floor and took my clothes completely off and made my way to the bed. I lay back and picked up my phone and started looking at Grindr. I had just gotten fucked twice and hadn’t cum yet. I was on edge and needed to get off so I thought I’d maybe find a guy to come get me off, Jake could stay and watch or not. I didn’t say anything about it, just kept looking. Finally he asked what I was doing. 

“Just looking. You gonna stay the night or what?”

“Looking for what?”

“Someone to come over and fuck me”

“God Damn! You just got fucked, twice!”

“Well, Ben was turned on fucking in front of you and I never got off and you were in such a hurry to get yours that I’m left hanging. I could do it myself but I want a cock in me when I cum. Maybe you can hang out and watch some dude get me off, your choice”

He’s looking at me dumbfounded, he couldn’t believe it. I found a guy pretty quickly, he asked for a selfie to make sure I was real. I did one of me so he could see everything and soon he was on his way over. Not long and he was knocking at the door. When he walked in, he saw Jake standing there and stopped. 

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just a friend from work. He fucked me but I didn’t get off. Wanna help me with that?”

“He just gonna watch?”

“I don’t know. Jake, you just watching again?”

He blushed and nodded then sat back on the bed against the headboard, fully dressed. The guy was in his 30’s, just shorter than me, nice looking with a decent thick cock. He’d said he just needed to fuck, no blowjob just pump n dump. Worked for me, I was already on edge so a quickie was fine with me. He dropped his sweat pants and shirt and got on top of me. He reached for the lube and just smeared some on his meat and dove in. It was hard and fast, no working it in just a fuck. My cock responded and I was leaking pretty good and I’m beating it as hard as hell. I need to cum and I wanted a hard cock in my hole when I did it. It wasn’t the best I’d ever had but it was filling the need and within ten minutes, I was blowing my load and he was right behind me, filling my needy hole. He pulled out, dressed and thanked me as he walked out the door. Over all, I don’t think he was in my place more than 20 minutes. Jake was amazed.

“I can’t believe you did that. You just let him use you”

“Not the way I look at it. You used me, so did Ben. You guys got your rocks off and left me high and dry. That guy was a cock to help me cum. I got mine first and if he hadn’t cum when he did, I’d have run him off. I was done”

“Fuck, you’re hard core man”

“Look you and me, we use each other to get off. What’s the difference. You don’t even like me, you just like fucking my ass and face. I’m cool with that. I told you in the beginning, it’s just sex. When I graduate next year, I’m gone. I’ll probably never see you again. I doubt I ever forget about you, you’re a fucking hot hunk of manhood with a huge fucking cock”

“I guess I just never met someone like you before. I should be use to you but you keep surprising me”

“Just being me. You gonna spend the night or are you out of here as usual? Offer still stands for early morning pussy if you want it”

“You really want me to stay? I thought you didn’t like me”

“No, I said you don’t like me. I like your hot fucking body and huge cock and I’d like waking up next to someone like you everyday if I could. I’m into you or should I say I’m in to your body. I just think it’d be hot to sleep with you and pretend a little. At this point. I’m a little lonely. All I do is work and school. Ben comes around once a month and throws me a fuck and now you’re using me. Just do me a favor, get naked, get in bed and hold me tonight. I’m not asking for romance and I’m not wanting to kiss and make out, just sleep next to me, okay?”

He did as I asked, he stayed the night and he ended up doing that a lot. He became much nicer at work and no one ever knew he was fucking me all the time. It’s not going anywhere and I have no delusions about us as a couple. That’s not gonna happen. I’ll be gone at the end of the next school year and that will be that. As for now, I got the hottest guy around as a fuck buddy and that’s good enough for me.

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The Fireman

Visions of the events of the day flickered through my mind. Two muscle men wearing only skimpy red briefs. In my minds eye I saw their hunky bodies fly effortlessly through the sky. Always, however, my attention was drawn to the ample bulges in the front of their briefs – they definitely were not lined and the fabric seemed to have a certain unnatural lustre that only further enhanced what was already proudly on display, for the entire World to see, no less. The outline was tantalising, delicious, irresistible.

How fortunate was I, to have met these two super-studs and become so close, so quickly. Only hours earlier an explosion had all but knocked me off my ladder and left me clinging desperately by a single hand, weighing heavy in full turn-out gear. I was very nearly a goner, but just as I was sure I was going to plummet like a stone, the brothers arrived. Josh had swooped in from behind and flown me to safety, his impressive frame still wearing only those magic red briefs nuzzled up against my own crotch as he hugged me hard, literally. If we had not already met a few weeks prior, I doubt he would have been squeezing me so tightly, nor pushing his pulsating crotch against my own raging boner.

The warmth of the two sexy heros in my dreams pressed up against my own sturdy torso as all three of us lay dozing in and out of consciousness. It was early morning – the day after the day I would not soon forget. A cool breeze periodically ruffled the curtains and stiffened my exposed nipples. I was relaxed, peaceful, among brothers.

Josh began to stir from slumber. Lifting himself from bed, he casually grazed his powerful hands upon my chest. I felt my cock twitch and for a moment we locked eyes – two men filled with a moment of unbridled lust.

I continued to watch his brief-clad arse as he ambled handsomely out the bedroom door. I wondered if these two ever spent much time out of their super-powered briefs. Presumably to use the bathroom, but I’d seen them shower with their briefs still on. Obviously they enjoyed the power. They often seemed to be sporting a semi beneath the erotic fabric.

“How’d you like to try on Josh’s briefs?” Adam whispered in my ear. I was somewhat confused.

“But, I thought you guys never take them off? Would he let me?” I asked, still flummoxed.

“No, but we could corner him when he comes back in,” Adam had a mischievous grin and a twinkle in his eye, “I’ll hold him while you debrief him!” he laughed.

It didn’t take my cock more than a few moments to make the decision for me. “Lets do it!” I said enthusiastically, my extremities already warming at the prospect.

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Evidently Josh had got up to get a glass of water. He was not expecting, however, to be ambushed in his bedroom upon his return. So it was quite a surprise when Adam’s slightly stronger arms yanked him off-balance as he entered the room. Meanwhile, I got close and personal with Josh’s briefs. That bulge was even more obscene now that it was wiggling somewhat helplessly in front of my face. I dug my fingers into those briefs and yanked down hard. I was rewarded with a pair of red super-briefs and a rapidly growing erection at my growing excitement. The briefs literally had me tripping over myself and uncoordinated in my eagerness to experience them firsthand.

“Fuck!” Josh exclaimed as his obscenely large penis flopped now exposed in the air. The effects of the brief would take a few minutes to subside, so he was still thickly muscled, though no longer as strong as either Adam or myself. As inviting as his beastly cock was to behold, I wanted a taste of the power of these boys for myself.

Pulling on those jocks was not in the least disappointing. The effects were immediate. More than anything, I was overwhelmed by the sensations around my crotch. My balls felt like they were being simultaneously ravaged in all directions by lots of warm tongues, each one causing goose-pimples upon the skin of my sack. Somehow, that feeling of increasing fullness as one initially gets wood, it just kept going. I looked down in awe to see the outline of my cock quite hard against the inside of the briefs, but somehow still inflating, still growing larger. I was actually growing!

I could not help myself. I had to sneak a peak. Slipping a couple of fingers beneath the waistband I pulled the fabric away to reveal my still growing, thickening, rock-hard cock, tucked deliciously into the super briefs. That is when I noticed the other changes. My entire body was thickening with corded muscle. The slight belly fat I had previously was almost completely gone. The rush I was feeling was incredible. Seriously, it was almost as good as sex. No, scrub that. Who am I kidding? It was as good as sex – just different.

“Very funny guys,” Josh did not seem particularly bothered. Apparently he trusted Adam. Certainly the thought had begun to cross my mind that I would not mind keeping these briefs. They felt incredible and what they did to my body was beyond my wildest imagination. Still, perhaps I could have a little fun? My whole body was tingling as I felt giddy with excitement, so horny, and discovered how effortlessly I could levitate off the floor.

“Man, I have to get me a pair of these, somehow…” I exclaimed, still entranced by my own awesome on-going super-male transformation.

“That can probably be arranged,” Adam said, quite non-nonchalantly I thought, considering what was apparently on offer.

“No way? Really?!” I was beside myself.

Meanwhile, Josh had put down his water and made his way over to me. He reached out and began to play with my super tool through the fabric.  It seemed he could not resist. Without the jocks, he was as helpless to my rock hard abs, thick bulging muscles and super cock as I had been only moments earlier. Adam sniggered knowingly as he watched his lover helplessly drawn to fondle my tool.

“Gnnnugghhh,” a moan escaped my lips. I could literally feel my cock pulsing with rather more gusto than normal against his eager touch. When he began sucking the head of my super-cock through the briefs, I was beside myself. He was relentless, and obviously enjoyed my size as I now towered over his rather modest un-enhanced frame. Yet I could not muster the will to move from this spot lest it disrupt the pleasurable assault of his hot mouth against my erotic super cock.

It could not have been more than a couple of minutes at most before I was beset by the intense pleasure and power of the moment. I was rocked by the most powerful orgasm of my life, and literally fell to my knees in a kind of exquisite paradoxical pleasure and simultaneous fatigue as my cock pumped an insane amount of thick hot cum through the brief and into that expert mouth. He skilfully sucked out every drop through the fibres. Even as much of my power dribbled into the brief, it felt so good!

Imagine the power of orgasm, the feeling of being masculine and powerful, and then some – sex for a man often makes him feel invulnerable, yet in that moment for the first time I not only felt invulnerable, I knew I was.

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How it was that Josh and Adam came upon these enchanted briefs I never bothered to ask.

Josh had found me a pair of ordinary red briefs from their supply. All that remained was for the briefs to be ‘energised’. The process was quite simple: like magnets, the ordinary briefs simply had to be rubbed-up against an energised brief, whilst it was still drawing energy from a man. This was going to be fun! And so it was, that the two of us embraced, for the second time. Though this time, Josh rocked his bulging crotch backwards and forwards over my own and both of us gasped at intervals as he worked the magic into my own briefs. Our hard-ons frot like thick wood in the midst of starting a fire. As our thick muscled chests and cocks rubbed against each other, I thought we would literally ignite.

Oozing and rock hard, when Josh eventually pulled away with some hesitation no less, I felt the changes begin once more. I had my own pair of super jocks.

“They suit you Nathan,” smiled Adam as Josh admired his handy-work.

“Thanks,” – I began to stutter as only my second transformation rocked my whole body and mind and I quickly became a superman once more.

I might have to organise some bigger turn-out gear I mused to myself, as my chest and back, arse and thighs thickened considerably. Hell even my feet looked and felt a bit bigger.

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Nathan gazed through the tinted glass of the French window looking out onto his swimming pool, mesmerized.

Ricky, the kid next door, was cleaning the pool. Nathan’s eyes studied the boy, 19 years old, naked torso, cut-off jeans, barefooted, as he leaned over the pool skimming leaves off the surface of the water. He had hired Ricky two weeks ago not because he needed somebody to skim leaves off the water, but rather because Ricky had looked very hot. Needless to say, Nathan was aroused.

Feeling the twitch in his crotch, Nathan touched himself and rubbed the semi-erect cock inside his pants. His desire for the hot kid outside mounted as he watched. He closed his eyes and for a moment he visualized having Ricky in his bed, making love. He was 30 years old, a confirmed bachelor with a cushiony job, enjoying his life. He could have any woman he desired, but Nathan desired men. Nathan desired Ricky.

Would he dare? Would it be molestation if he made advances to a boy just out of his teens? His lust for Ricky was getting to be insatiable since he hired him. He slowly reflected at how he was going to address this lust, rubbing his erection, his eyes glued onto the boy’s body.

He decided that he needed a swim: this would be a nice excuse to watch Ricky more closely. He stripped and fished out his swimming trunks. He studied his body in the full-length mirror on the inside of his closet door. Not bad, he thought. He had a flat stomach, a nice patch of hair on his chest, muscled thighs. But the baggy trunks wouldn’t do! He reached into his drawer and took out a pair of Speedo briefs that he had bought a few years ago but had never had the courage to wear. It revealed too much, which embarrassed him.

Nathan looked at his front, his cock and nuts nicely outlined in the Speedos. They fit perfectly and they were definitely revealing. Maybe that was what he wanted: to reveal something to the kid and see how he reacted. His heart beat fast.

Grabbing a towel, Nathan walked out to the deck and reclined into one of the beach chairs, putting on his sunglasses. The boy turned to him, smiled, said hi, and returned to his job. Nathan watched, his dick starting to stretch at the tight nylon fabric. As Ricky got closer, Nathan turned a bit on his side to hide the very obviously growing bulge in his crotch. He was starting to sweat, enjoying the heat from the afternoon sun, but more so the lean, masculine young body, half naked.

“It’s pretty warm today,” Ricky said, straightening and leaning on the long rod of the net he used to gather the leaves. Oh, he looked delicious, his smooth chest sweating, his nipples pink-brownish. He had a well-defined boy physique, for a boy just out of his teens. There was a delicious line of hair starting at the kid’s belly button and trailing to disappear under the band of the cut-offs.

“It sure is,” Nathan answered. His knew that his erection must show inside his Speedos. There was no way to hide it. But then why should he? Wasn’t it the reason why he chose the Speedos in the first place: to see if Ricky would be tempted?

Nathan noticed Ricky’s glance down on to his crotch, then back to his face. He was thankful for the sunglasses that hid his eyes. Ricky licked his lower lip and ran one hand over his sweating, smooth chest.

“You should get into the water, sir. Otherwise you will end up with burned skin,” Ricky said, his hand now rubbing his lower stomach, just above the beginning of the hair trail.

“I should say that the same thing goes for you, Ricky,” Nathan said. Then he found enough courage to add, “You can break off the cleaning and jump in for a swim.”

“Oh,” Ricky said, again glancing down at the bulged crotch. “I couldn’t. I haven’t brought my swim trunks.”

“Well, there’s no one around. You wouldn’t need trunks,” Nathan suggested.

Ricky’s eyebrows went up in surprise, a little faked, Nathan guessed. “No trunks?” he said, the beginning of a smirk on his boy face.

Nathan thought that he could see Ricky blush behind the smirk. “Sure, why not?” he said invitingly.

“But, sir,” Ricky stammered. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“Again, as I said,” Nathan’s heart beat faster. “No one is around, kid.” He forced a smile, hoping to encourage Ricky to strip. No underwear! Oh, Heavens! Nathan felt his ass twitch.

Slowly, after glancing around to see if anyone might see something, Ricky stripped. What a beauty! Nathan took a deep breath and gazed through his sunglasses. The boy was perfect, in all aspects. He was beyond description. The butt muscles rippled deliciously as he bent to remove the cut-offs. The cheeks were fuzzy, but the crack was outlined with a line of hair, promising a treasure inside, pink and puckered. Nathan’s cock hardened more, throbbing with lust. He hadn’t expected the boy to have so much hair on the lower half of his body. His trail thickened to a bushy pubic patch encircling the base of his dick, his thighs were hairy all the way down his legs to his ankles. The boy’s cock covered his fuzzy balls, looking impressive, even when soft. Nathan had to keep himself from moaning and licking his lips at the sight in front of him.

In one slick movement, Ricky straightened and dived gracefully into the pool. There was barely a splash. A few seconds later, the boy’s head bobbed out of the water, his hair dripping, a huge smile on his cute face.

“It’s beautiful, sir. Come on in,” Ricky called from the pool.

Nathan didn’t need any invitation. Nor did he attempt a dive for fear of falling short of the smooth dive the boy had just executed. He slid down the pool, looking at Ricky and was elated that Ricky was actually gazing at his frontal bulge, following it as it disappeared into the water. As Nathan treaded water, Ricky swam close. Through the water, Nathan was able to see the boy’s crotch, his cock pointed upwards, erected. WOW!

Fuck, yea, Nathan thought with delight. He was going to get laid. Suddenly, Ricky dove under, and quickly pulled Nathan’s Speedos down. Nathan’s cock sprang up, released, rock hard, throbbing. Still underwater, Ricky kissed the now exposed cock head and then kicked himself up. He still had the cute smile but it was now mixed with mischief. He swam closer, and the two naked wet male bodies met.

Cock to cock, lips to lips, arms around necks, the men kissed hungrily.

“I knew you wanted me,” Ricky mumbled as they broke from each other. “And I sure want you.”

“Is this why you took off your shirt and bared your torso?” Nathan smiled knowingly.

“It’s also why I free-balled. Didn’t want any undies to stand in the way.” The kid was smart! It looked like he was the one that hooked Nathan, not the other way round.

Nathan pulled the boy back to him for another kiss, another embrace, barely able to believe his luck.

“Let’s go inside.”

“Wait,” Ricky said. “I want to try something.” And he ducked underwater, reached for Nathan’s erection, and took him in his mouth, sucking, his hands supported by Nathan’s hairy thighs. Nathan could barely breathe.

Coming up, breathless, Ricky said, “Oh, man, I always dreamed about doing that. Oh, man.”

Nathan laughed. “How was it?”

“Heavenly. But I’d rather not fight for breath as I fight to swallow cock.”

“Let’s go inside,” Nathan repeated as he eagerly began to swim to the pool side, followed by the more than eager boy.

Naked and dripping, the two men walked into the house, their erections poking in front of them. Inside, still wet, they fell into a hungry embrace, standing up, their bodies glued to each other, their tongues deep inside each other’s mouth.

Nathan guided Ricky towards the couch and pushed him down. Kneeling between Ricky’s spread thighs, Nathan fisted the boy’s cock, amazed at the size and girth, consciously aware of his own 5.5-inch dick. Ricky’s cock must be over 7 inches long, Nathan estimated lustfully. He kissed the knob, opened his lips and pressed them around the ridge, looking up at the boy, feeling the knob filling his mouth and stretching his jaws.

Ricky was looking down at Nathan, his smile turned into passion as Nathan swallowed another inch down the cock shaft.

“Yes,” Ricky moaned, bucking up. “Suck this dick. Yes. Feels so good, Nathan. Yea, oh fuck, more, Nathan, suck my young cock, Nathan, yes.”

Nathan didn’t need any goading. He reveled on the boy’s man cock. He hadn’t expected Ricky to be so hung. He could reach perhaps three quarters down the shaft, his palm tightly fisting the remainder of the rod to the base. No matter how hard he tried, and he was really desperate, he couldn’t take the whole length. The thickness of Ricky’s cock shaft stretched Nathan’s mouth to the maximum, but his throat could not take it down to the base. He would suck back up to the knob, lick around it teasing the under-ridge, then down the shaft, slobbering, sucking, stroking. Ricky’s hands came down to hold his head by the ears, fucking his face. He ate cock greedily, constantly fighting back the gagging reflex.

With a moan, Nathan got off Ricky’s cock and stood up, his mouth dripping saliva, his own comparatively small dick hard and throbbing. Ricky did not waste any time. He grabbed Nathan’s tool, and with one gulp, took him down to the base, looking up at Nathan’s face with the cutest expression, his lips pressed hard around the cock base. Ricky wrapped an arm around Nathan’s waist and reached into Nathan’s crack, his fingers finding the puckered hole, twitching crazily in response to his deep-throating. Covered with spit, Ricky’s finger slid inside Nathan, probing. Nathan groaned with lust. He felt that he was soon going to lose his load, having his cock swallowed and his butt finger-fucked. Gently, he pulled Ricky off his dick and up to a standing position. They resumed their kissing, grinding on each other. Again Ricky’s hand slid down Nathan’s back onto his butt and into his crack, finding the hole once more, probing it with his fingers. Nathan was more than ready and he didn’t mince around his desire to fuck Nathan.

Lying on his back, Nathan spread his legs. He didn’t need any verbal communication to indicate that he also needed for Ricky to fuck him. And Ricky realized that need. He was more than eager to oblige, his cock throbbing.

Ricky kneeled between Nathan’s spread thighs and lifted him by the legs, exposing the butt. Ricky’s cockhead found the hole and pressed. Nathan closed his eyes in anticipation of the pain of penetration. Ricky was big and Nathan was going to hurt. But Nathan wanted it more than anything in the world.

Still holding onto Nathan’s thighs, Ricky thrust forward and penetrated, aided by all the spit and pre-cum covering his dick head from the earlier sucking. Nathan grunted with the sudden pain. He took deep breaths and relaxed, trying to ignore the pain, needing the boy to dive deeper into him regardless of the excruciating ache. His ass muscle stretched out impossibly to accommodate the hard and thick boy cock.

With just the head inside the rim muscle, Ricky bent down, releasing Nathan’s thighs, and reached Nathan’s mouth. As he probed his tongue inside the older man’s mouth, Ricky started to slide through. Nathan felt the thrusting, inch after inch, forever. Could Ricky’s cock be that long? It seemed to Nathan that Ricky was going to keep entering endlessly, exiting through Nathan’s throat and out of his mouth. Finally, Nathan felt Ricky’s pubic hair pressed onto his butt cheeks, tickling, tingling. Ricky was all the way inside him, balls deep. And it was impossibly delicious.

Nathan decided that Ricky must be an experienced fucker. This couldn’t have been his first time in spite of his youth. The way Ricky managed to penetrate, to space the thrusting, to sustain the pressure, to work his dick in such a way that allowed Nathan’s fuck tunnel to wrap snugly around his shaft instead of painfully poking in all directions except the right one as some of his fuckers had done, to kiss and probe his tongue inside Nathan’s mouth, to make Nathan relax enough to start enjoying being fucked. The most amazing part was when Ricky’s cockhead reached the inside ring, and instead of thrusting through hard, the kid prodded gently, letting the ring relax, and then sliding through setting Nathan’s body on fire. Yes. The kid had fucked before, a lot!

Ricky was at it, earnestly. He started by pulling a couple of inches out, a couple of inches back in, increasing his tempo gradually, until the whole length of his cock shaft slid in and out smoothly, keeping the knob inside the rim muscle. Nathan reached down Ricky’s back and held onto the boy’s muscled butt cheeks, pulling him deeper inside his body. Going faster, harder, deeper, Ricky straightened, supported by his hands, and fucked. Nathan could not control his moaning.

“Fuck me, Baby,” he surprised himself by repeating. “Fuck my ass. Fuck me hard. Drive in. Yes. Yea. Fuck, yes. Fuck my man ass you hot bitch.”

Normally Nathan was not a verbal person. He would usually take the fucking with groans and grunts, not with words. Now, words just streamed out of his mouth, pleading, begging.

After a few minutes of long thrusts, Ricky increased his tempo, pounding faster and faster until he thrust one last time, deep and hard, his neck muscles tensed, his abs ripped, his mouth wide open, and started to shoot into Nathan’s bowels.

Nathan could feel Ricky’s cock getting thicker, throbbing. He felt the streams of cum hitting his insides. His body shuddered and he squeezed his butt hole around Ricky’s spewing cock base, forcing more cum into him. He reached down and stroked himself. Once, twice, Ricky thrust deeper and shot. Three times, five, six times. Would the boy ever finish spurting?

To Nathan’s amazement, Ricky resumed to fuck him, his ass now full of boy juice, lubed to the maximum. The boy wasn’t satisfied yet. He thrust and fucked. Suddenly, unexpectedly, Ricky’s cock must have hit a spot inside Nathan, and Nathan exploded. Streams of cum shot out of his dick onto his belly and pubes. His ass twitched and squeezed crazily. Ricky cummed at the same time, his cock milked again.

Finally, still inside Nathan, Ricky plopped on top of his lover and kissed him hard. His cock flexed inside Nathan’s ass. The two sweaty bodies swishing on each other. Was he going to go a third time, Nathan wondered? This kid was a fuck machine.

However, Ricky slid out of Nathan’s ass. The man and the kid lay side by side, Ricky’s hand on Nathan’s thigh, Nathan’s hand covering Ricky’s still pulsating cock.

What a fuck session! Nathan was thinking. He just got the most satisfying fuck, ever. The kid’s semen seeped out of his ass onto the sheet. He reached down to scoop some, brought it to his mouth and licked it.

“Mmm…” Nathan moaned at the taste of Ricky’s seed flavored by his own ass juices. Ricky watched and smiled.

“You know, Nathan,” Ricky nibbled on Nathan’s ear. “You can get some of that right from the source.”

Sure enough, Nathan felt the hardening cock under the palm of his hand. He stroked it lovingly, bringing it to full erection. As if in a dream, he bent over and kissed the cock that had been deep inside him. Nathan sucked. He surprised himself by being able to almost reach the base this time, and Ricky was bucking up, eager to penetrate the throat as he had penetrated the ass. The boy was insatiable, and Nathan was hungry.

Ricky filled Nathan’s mouth with his third load. As he squirted down Nathan’s throat, cum seeped out and dribbled on Nathan’s chin. Nathan swallowed as much as he could, but the load was copious and rich.

With a sigh of contentment, Nathan and Ricky lay on their backs.

“I guess I’d better get back to sweeping leaves, huh?” Ricky said without moving.

“I guess you’d better, lover boy,” Nathan squeezed Ricky’s thigh. “And then come back here.”

“Oh, the man has not got enough,” Ricky teased, fisting his boy dick, invitingly.

“There’s never going to be enough of you, kid,” Nathan said with conviction, eying the kid cock.

As Ricky fisted his dick, he knelt next to Nathan’s head and slapped Nathan’s face with it, hard.

“Ouch!” Nathan exclaimed with surprise. He wasn’t expecting this. “What was that all about?”

“This is no kid cock. You have to learn to stop calling me kid, Nathan. I fucked you hard and deep and I fed you my man cum. Stop calling me a fucking kid.” There was another slap.

“All right, all right, ok,” Nathan rubbed his cheek, but enjoying the cock slap. “My man fucker!”

“That’s much better, Nathan,” Ricky smiled.

As Ricky went out to complete his chore, Ricky watched through the glass door, masturbating his still wet cock. Yes. That was one hot man fucker. And Nathan knew he was going to get more.

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I spent six years in the US Navy and experienced only one base change of command. This was special because our ship was a test ship for the new Cracker Jack White uniform. The uniform we were issued was not the one approved. It was cotton and the official one ended up being polyester. We were issued the uniforms a few days prior to the change of command and I just got them back from alterations the day before the inspection. I really didn’t get to try them on until the day of the inspection. I told the alterations lady inseam 34 inches and she took care of it.

A little background information on me: I was 21 years old and 6 feet 2 inches and 172 pounds. I also, like many sailors, freeballed. With most uniforms even whites this was not a problem, the material was thick enough to maintain modesty while being comfortable.

The day of the inspection came, and we were all spit and polished up. The very last thing you do is put on your uniform. Whites wrinkled very easily and did not keep fresh long. I put on my uniform and one of my shipmates looked over at me and said: “you need to put on underwear with those pants.”

I looked down and the pants revealed not only that I was a boy but what religion I was. I headed around to my rack to add underpants and the chief yelled at us to go to the pier. I told him just a minute, but he replied move it. So, I headed to the pier and lined up with the rest of my shipmates.

It took a long time to line up and it was a hot May morning in Charleston. As my luck my division was placed in the first row for our ship. I, being the tallest was on the end. I was the first sailor for our ship while being a test ship for a new uniform. Not to mention my dick was on full view nearly in living color. You could easily see my 70’s pubic hair through the fabric.

Our ship was in the middle of the pack, so we were out there a while when it was our turn. The inspection party included: The Fleet Admiral, the new base captain, the off going base captain, the base Executive officer, our Captain, our Executive Officer, our department head, our division officer, our chief and a base liaison and our ship liaison.

A little more background on me, I have large thighs. Skinny guys in the 70’s had skinny legs. Pants and uniforms were made thin cut pants legs. Most pants have a pouch built in for your package to fit into. It seems these particular pants didn’t have a large enough pouch for me to fit into. I have a long thin dick and large balls. Not anything to write home about but still a nice bulge in jeans.

So, the inspection team were met by our officers right in front of me. The admiral commented it was nice to see the old uniform back. Well, the first sailor he got to inspect was…me. The liaison officers went by and our officer took a second look at my “special package” on display. Then it was the Admiral’s turn.

I have been to many inspections and usually the officer glances at your shoes and haircut and goes on, 3 to 5 seconds per man at most. This time wasn’t the case, for me. The Admiral stopped and looked down at my shoes and his glance was headed up to my uniform and stopped at just below my belt. He called our Commanding officer over and they had a conversation about the uniform and fit. Then he squats down in front of me and looks very closely at my jewels. He reaches in and pulls my pants legs down at the bottom and looks at the effect. I just kept looking forward and he makes another comment to the CO and tells him “very sharp.”

When the inspection was over, and I got back to my ship my division officer told me next time wear underwear.

“John!!” yelled Michael.

“Coming!!” I yelled back.

The bus to take me to the airport arrived. I was finally 18 and I was going to take a trip to the UAE by myself and finally no parents. I flung my backpack around my shoulder and bolted downstairs and got into the bus in record time. An hour later I arrived at the airport and checked my luggage in. As I was going through security I began to notice how incredibly hot the guards were. They were all muscled and the uniform fitted perfectly around their sweet bodies. And some of them were Arab so you can see their chest hair from their uniforms. Ah my dick is starting to tent up in my skinny jeans. I try to discreetly adjust my throbbing dick. The line slowly inched forward and we were next in line now.

“Next!!” yelled the next guard. I walked over to him and gave him my passport and boarding pass hoping to god that he didn’t see my dick, but it was too late. My dick was too hard the guard noticed it. He looked at me and smirked. He gave me my documents back and slapped my ass and told me to move forward. I was blushing so hard as I placed the documents in the tray to go through the scanner. I also had to remove my shoes and belts and as I did that, I saw the guard that checked my documents talk to the guard that took his place for the frisking, pat down, up ahead. The guard doing the frisking, Zayn as I would figure out later, looked my way and smiled. He was also Arab so the chest hairs were really turning me on. As it was my turn, I walked through the scanner and stood on the mat. He told me to raise my arms and spread my legs. He slowly pressed on my chest, biceps, back, and abs. Then he went on to my calves then my thighs. He spent a bit longer there and that turned me on even more. Oh god I was so hard. Obviously he noticed my dick but continued to press against my groin area which caused me to blush so hard I looked like a tomato. 

He reached around and groped my ass and he commented, “Nice ass you got there? Have you ever used it?”

“Yea… sometimes…” I replied. “Oh god, where is this going?” I thought. 

He then pulled me aside and told me to stand over at the corner. I didn’t ask questions and walked over there. I waited for 30 min and then a bunch of Arab guards came to the corner I was standing in. 

I overheard one of them saying, “Finally these American guards came back, I am done covering their shift, we can finally get going.”

I was nervous since I was the only passenger there and as soon as I spotted Zayn I started to ask him questions when suddenly someone shoved a cloth reeking of chloroform over my nose and I passed out.

I woke up, which I’m guessing a couple hours later. I was hogtied. I could barely move. I was also blindfolded so I couldn’t see where we were. Although I suspected we were in a plane due to the sound I was hearing. I heard some talking and I was nervous. I tried to move around when I heard, “Well will you look at that. He’s awake.” 

“Oh no,” I thought. 

“What do you reckon we should do now? Gag him?” I heard a voice. I heard lots of voices of agreement. Suddenly I felt leather straps around my face and a ball in my mouth. It was a ball gag. Oh god this was turning me on so much. My dick slowly grew to its full height. “Hey would you look at that, the slut likes it,” I heard a deep voice. “Put him out again, we’ll use him at the base,” I heard someone else say just before I lost consciousness again.

I woke up again, this time hanging from the ceiling, still gagged, naked, in a tent, and still covered in rope. Although I’m not blindfolded so I could see everything. Oh god, there was a metal hook hoisting up my ass while I was in a leather strapped harness that was attached to a 10 ft. pole in the middle of the tent. There were hunky Arab men in the room with me. Oh wow, he was wearing a harness that crossed his chest and leather pants. My cock immediately grew to full height. He noticed my eyes darting around the room and said, “Well, look who’s awake? Let the fun begin..”

He picked up a flog from a wooden table in the corner of the tent and walked toward me.

“Now let me explain something slut,” he started, “you are now the slave of my organization. We own you. You are our property and nothing more. You deserve nothing and are only to be used as we deem fit. And there will be consequences if you choose to disobey us. Now let’s sample a bit of that punishment so that you know what happens if you disobey shall we?” I simply looked at him in fear but my cock was still throbbing. He groped my ass and pulled it apart to look at the hook penetrating me. He then let my ass go and suddenly whipped the flog at my ass. 

“AHGGGG,” I screamed into my gag. He continued to flog me for another 5 min.

He put away the flog and said, “Now you understand punishment don’t you slut?” I shook my head as fast as I could. “Great,” he continued, “now the boys can have their way with you until you’re sold,” he walked out of the tent.

 At this time 5 Arab men, all dressed with the harness and leather pants, walked in and stood in a circle around me. They unhooked me from the pole and unhooked my ass. They pushed me down on my knees and made me kneel there while a man went to the wooden table again. He came back with a black sharpie. They each took turns writing on me, my forehead, my chest, abs, even my legs. Once they were done with their degrading writing they brought up a mirror for me to see myself. Oh my god. I felt so humiliated and so turned on. On my forehead it said “whore” and on my chest it had arrows pointing at my nipples and said “pinch this.” On my abs it said “Use me however you wish master” and on my legs it said “piss on me” and “rape me.” They then took the mirror away and took my ball gag off only for it to be replaced with a mouth spreader gag. They took their cocks out. They were all at least 7 inches long and thick as a beer can. One of them grabbed my hair and shoved his cock in my mouth. I don’t have that much of a gag reflex but the cock was so big I had to gag. He continued to choke me with his dick until I was breathing through my nose. He then started to face fuck me as everyone else jacked off. Suddenly I felt two hands on my ass and slowly I felt a finger go up. “Wow he’s so tight,” I heard a familiar voice…. It was Zayn! Zayn continued to finger fuck me and slowly added a finger. The guy that was face fucking me started grunting like an animal, he was close to feeding me his semen. Oh god. He let out a deep moan as he unloaded his dick in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. He walked out of the tent. Soon another man with just as big of a dick took his place and face fucked me. Once he was done he walked out too. This cycle repeated until it was just me and Zayn. He said that since he was the right hand man to the big boss, he could take my ass. I was scared because I had never taken something that big before. Oh god he lubed up his big dick and pushed at my entrance. It popped inside. I let out a big moan. He slowly pushed inside not waiting for my ass to adjust and was soon balls deep in me. He bent me over and shoved his fingers in my mouth and commanded, “Suck.” I sucked and twirled my tongue around his rough fingers. He was going so fast, I didn’t anyone could fuck this hard. Soon he pulled out and unloaded all over my ass. He picked up his cum with his fingers and shoved them in my mouth. Omg they tasted amazing. I was going to get addicted. But soon he left the tent too. No one came in for hours until late in the night. Zayn walked in and lifted me up and carried my out of the tent. He placed me in a pit at the center of what seems to be their camp. He then took his dick out and started pissing on me. I tried to slurp up his golden nectar as fast as possible. After he was finished he gave me a collar and tied me to a post. He left to where he was sleeping I guessed. All throughout the night many men came and pissed or cum on my face and body. In the morning I was a piss/cum covered pig. Zayn came to me, picked up a leash and guided me to a place where I could wash myself. Zayn then gave me an enema showerhead and I gave myself an enema. “The auction for which you’ll be sold at is in the evening so you’ll be in your cage the entire time till then. If you want to drink anything or eat anything there will be a bowl of cum and water near you. That is all you get to eat today got it?” I nodded yes. He put me in a cage and moved on.

A couple hours later it’s almost nightfall. I got pretty hungry so I did eat some of the cum in the bowl. Zayn came to get my leash and brought me to the biggest tent at the camp. There were many men there and all were Arab. There was a stage where a man in a full body harness and projected masculinity was leading the auction. Zayn then brought me on stage and had me bend backward on my back over a curved stool. My legs were hoisted up so Zayn had a clear view of my ass. There was also a camera that focused in on my ass and broadcasted the feed to a giant screen that everyone could see. Zayn slowly lubed up a clear glass dildo and penetrated me. And slowly inch by inch he increased the size of the dildo. After a 6 inch dildo, the auction started. After a couple minutes I was sold to a very hot, muscular, Arab man in a suit. Wow, the auction man announced the price…. 250,000$. That’s a lot of money. Zayn unhooked me and took my to the man at the back of the tent. He was so hot with blue eyes, stubble beard and mustache, and soft, dark, and cloudy hair. The man took the chain and put me in the trunk of a car. I was sold.

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Making Up for Lost Time

Joe pulled into the hotel parking garage, after finding a spot away from other cars; even with tinted windows, a little privacy would be nice at the moment. Looking down, he took in the sight of Nick sucking away on his cock, taking his time with long, slow movements of his mouth up and down his brother’s length. The edge of Joe’s cockhead would just ever so slightly appear along Nick’s lips before they slid back down, all eight inches disappearing as Nick’s mouth pressed into Joe’s crotch. Reaching over, Joe felt for his phone and turned on the camera, recording a couple of minutes of Nick’s languid, hungry slurping, his hand caressing his younger brother’s curls. Stopping the video, he tapped Nick on the head. “Nicky – we’re back. Snack time is over…for now.” Growling lightly in disappointment, Nick relinquished the piece of meat, gave the head a little kiss and sat up, wiping his face dry with the back of his hand. Stuffing his hard cock back into his pants, Joe zipped up and opened the door, turning back towards the car to adjust himself and make his bulge less obvious; thank goodness he was wearing a t-shirt long enough to partially cover his crotch. Still sitting in the car, Nick enjoyed the quick show before exiting as well. The pair made their way into the hotel elevator and down the hallway, doing their best to keep neutral, inconspicuous facial expressions…

…which ended mere moments after they got inside Joe’s room. He barely had time to kick off his shoes before Nick’s mouth was on his, tongues wrestling, their hands running through each other’s hair. Nick pulled away first, whining lightly with need as he began working his lips and tongue along Joe’s jawline. Sliding his hands down from Joe’s head, he caressed his older brother’s chest through his shirt…before gripping the thin cotton material and pulling hard, ripping it open. Joe looked down, one eyebrow raised with both amusement and curiosity as Nick’s face moved down, his tongue lapping in broad strokes across the now-exposed pecs, exploring the smooth muscled flesh. He quickly continued down, eagerly undoing Joe’s pants and tugging them down, once again burying Joe’s cock down his throat. Nick’s moan of satisfaction vibrated along Joe’s dick; gripping Joe’s ass, Nick pulled himself up and down, hungry and wanting to taste Joe again. Looking up, he saw the back of Joe’s camera. “Fuck yeah, suck that dick.” Swiveling his head as it bobbed up and down, Nick put on a little show for his older brother who watched the screen, mesmerized by the sight of Nick on his knees, earnestly sucking away on the bone between his lips. Using his free hand to grip the base of his own prick, he pulled back, escaping the tight confines of Nick’s throat. Tapping his meat on Nick’s cheek, he teased his little brother. “This is what you want?” Nick turned, trying to get his mouth back on Joe’s manhood…but it swung away, landing on his other cheek; the hot and heavy pipe of flesh smacked against his face. “Hmm? Nicky… Niiiiicky.” Joe slid his rod over Nick’s facial features, tracing his cheekbones with the head of his cock…then his nose…nearly to his lips before abruptly sliding over to his cheek again. “Tell me what you want.” His taunt came out as a throaty whisper.

“Your cock.”

The head slid down Nick’s jawline, leaving a shiny trail of precum. Coming to a rest under his chin, the shaft rubbed against the stubble at the top of Nick’s neck. “And what do you want with it?”

Nick ran his hands down the back of Joe’s thighs…and then back up, taking hold of the firm ass. “Joe…please…” Tilting his head up, he opened his eyes wide, putting on the innocent begging expression that he knew his older brother had never been able to resist. “…let me suck your cock.”

The tool came back into view, tapping against Nick’s mouth. “That’s all?”

The expression of innocence transformed, beginning with a small smirk, until Nick was the picture perfect example of mischief. “No, Joey. I want to *start* by sucking your cock.” Now his turn to tease, knowing that Joe hated being called “Joey”…and right now he could easily get away with it as he ran his tongue up and down Joe’s length just once. “And then I want you to fuck me with it.” Still kneeling, Nick lowered his body down to rest on the back of his heels. Slowly, he pulled off his shirt, bringing his muscular torso into view. Staring into the camera, his fingers came down to his jeans, undid the button, and pulled the zipper open. Leaning back again until his shoulder blades met the carpet, Nick brought his legs out from under his body and peeled off his jeans, running his fingertips up and down his now nude body, laid out on the floor for Joe’s pleasure.

“Fuck…” Joe absentmindedly stroked himself while still watching Nick on his phone’s screen.

“That’s the idea…Joey.” Nick finished his sentence by wrapping his hand around his own dick, giving it a slow tug, still smirking.

“I hate you sometimes, you know that?” Ending the recording, Joe tossed the phone onto the nearby table, quickly stepping out of his pants and lowering himself down, covering Nick’s body with his own. Now it was his turn to be eager, running his hands up and down Nick’s muscled body, pressing his mouth against Nick’s, both men moaning with need.

Breaking the kiss, Joe pushed away from the floor to a standing position, taking Nick’s hand and pulling him up as well. Once standing, he grabbed the phone and turned Nick in the direction of the bedroom. Placed his free hand flat against the other man’s back, he took a step and the pair made their way across the suite, into the bedroom. As they approached the bed, Joe let go with one hand, bringing it down with a hearty smack on Nick’s rear. “Hey!”

“Oh, don’t tell me that your ass can’t take a little pain.” As Nick turned around, Joe closed the distance, taking a handful of Nick’s butt in each hand.

Nick chuckled as Joe began planting small kisses along his neck. “Maybe a little…”

Joe brought one hand around to hold Nick’s, guiding it down until fingers were wrapped around Joe’s manhood. “Maybe this much?”

“Mmmmmmm, yes…” his brother sighed at the feel of hard throbbing flesh in his hand and light kisses along his collarbone. “I think so…” His words were cut off as Joe pushed him backward, causing him to fall flat on his back on the bed. Once again, Joe’s body lay on top of Nick’s, their hard cocks rubbing together as they went after each other’s bodies with their mouths and hands. Slowly, they inched further up on the bed, away from the edge.

With a light bite to Nick’s lower lip, Joe pushed against the mattress with his hands, moving his body down. Nick curled his fingers into Joe’s hair as a tongue lashed out, attacking his neck…then his collarbone…and then his chest. For the first time, Joe got to explore his brother’s body with his mouth instead of just his eyes. Unable to get enough of Nick, it seemed like Joe’s mouth was everywhere – his arms, his chest, his abs. When his lips closed down on Nick’s nipple and played with it, the younger man groaned, arching his back and writhing his hips in pleasure and pain. Nick felt something hard and cold press into his hand – looking over, he saw that Joe was handing him the phone; opening the camera app, he began recording his brother’s oral efforts. Releasing the hard nub, Joe ventured south, past the hair covering Nick’s chest to his abs, lapping his tongue up and down the furry happy trail until he felt something firm pushing against his neck. Looking down, he was finally up close with Nick’s cock. Shifting down further, he planted himself between Nick’s big hairy thighs, taking the piece of meat in his hand and studying it. While Joe was a little longer, Nick definitely had him beat in girth…the cock was heavy in his hand, his fingers unable to wrap all the way around to touch his thumb. A few large veins ran up the shaft, adding to the sense of thickness. Squeezing the rod a couple of times, Joe watched as a small pearl of fluid appeared at the end, growing in size before rolling down over the head and shaft, landing against Joe’s fingers.

“Fuuuck, Nicky…good thing you tend to bottom…or half of Hollywood would be walking funny.”

A foot dug into his side. “Fuck you, Joe.”. A grin gave away Nick’s sense of pride in having a big dick.

“Doubt that…you’d have to get me pretty drunk to agree to take this thing.” He pumped the piece a few times, getting a feel for it. “Seriously though…this is a pretty thick damn dick, little brother. Not bad on the length either. Damn…”. He shifted his gaze past Nick’s large rod, meeting his eyes as he continued gliding his hand up and down the shaft. Seeing Nick’s cheeks turning pink at the praise brought a smile to his own lips…which he slowly brought closer to Nick’s crotch. Planting them at the base, he slowly began licking his way up the tube of flesh, tracing the veins and taking in the taste and scent, his own breathing getting a little heavier the more he got turned on. Reaching the tip, he locked eyes with Nick as he ran his tongue all over the knob, flicking the opening a couple of times, enjoying the moans and wiggling his teasing elicited as he put on a show. With a wink, he brought his lips against the spongy tissue and pushed down, taking the large head into his mouth, gently sucking on it. Nick stared, entranced, as Joe continued sliding his lips down, taking inch after inch of Nick’s length until he was about halfway down and had to stop, his mouth stretched around the wide shaft. Pulling back up, he let the thick meat slide out from between his lips with a slight choke. “Fuck…going to have to work on trying to take this beast.” Licking his lips, he devoured Nick once more, managing to work another inch into his throat before coming back up for air, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes from the effort. Wiping his cheeks dry, once more the substantial member disappeared into Joe’s mouth. Nick’s head rolled back against the mattress, eyes closed as he moaned loudly, his free hand gripping the sheets and trying not to buck his hips up; keeping the camera steady was becoming hard work. Giving up on the attempt to swallow all of Nick’s length, Joe focused on just enjoying the taste and feel of Nick’s cock, sucking and slurping on his brother’s third leg. Meanwhile his hands were relishing the feel of his brother’s body – more muscular and hairier than how own, one hand running up and down the meaty thighs below and the other tracing the sculpted lines of Nick’s abs up above.

Breaking away, Joe trailed his tongue back up Nick’s torso until he found his way to Nick’s mouth, his tongue swiping along the cute puffy lips before diving in for another oral wrestling match. Taking the phone from Nick, he flipped the view to the front-facing camera and set the phone on the nightstand, where it could record the events unfolding on the bed. Grabbing Nick’s thigh in his palm he pulled up, planting the leg over his shoulder. Lining up the head of his cock with Nick’s ass, he slid back and forth, teasing the hungry bottom with the promise of a good fuck. “Joe…please…” Once again, the sound of need in the form of a mewling beg.

Joe nuzzled his nose into the crook of Nick’s neck. “Hmmm…what do you want now, baby brother?”

His hips shifted up, transmitting his desire with his body at the same time that he muttered the words aloud. “Joe…fuck me.”

“That’s what you want?” More slow, deliberate thrusts against Nick’s rear.

Fingers dug into Joe’s hips, pulling him in. “Yes, please…it’s what I’ve always wanted. You inside me.”

Nick’s words lit a fire inside Joe; growling, he nipped his teeth on the meat of Nick’s pec and then leaned to the side, fumbling in the dresser drawer and retrieving a bottle of lube; at the same time, he changed his mind on the phone’s position and retrieved it, flipping it back to the regular camera. Popping the cap open, he reached down and poured an obscene amount of the clear liquid on Nick’s tool; closing the cap, he tossed the bottle to the side. His hand reached down and gripped Nick’s meat, smearing the fluid all over its length and width…and getting a good amount in his palm at the same time. Looking Nick in the eyes, he pushed his hand down between the two of them, wrapping his fingers around his own cock and lubing it up before swiping his fingertips over Nick’s crack. Pressing against his entrance, Joe paused, feeling the heat radiating from Nick’s hole. Shifting forward, he felt the heat and tightness as he penetrated Nick for the first time; he’d imagined it so many times over the years but the sensation of actually being inside of Nick caused a long groan to roll out from his throat. Without stopping, he continued slowly sinking inside, driving half of his length inside. Nick’s hand slid up to Joe’s shoulder. “Joe…”

Joe pulled himself up so that he could see Nick’s body below…as well as in the camera. “Oh no, Nicky…all these fucking years I’ve watched your ass, wondering…and meanwhile your little power bottom ass was riding dick all over the place. I know you can take it…and you can bet I’m going to make up for lost time. Besides, this is payback for calling me ‘Joey’.” Taking hold of the top of Nick’s thigh with one hand, Joe used them as leverage and pulled himself forward, thrusting the rest of his eight inches inside Nick until his hips were pressed up against the back of Nick’s legs, the movement captured on film. Closing his eyes, Nick gave out a long moan, his fingers digging down Joe’s arm until he was holding his wrist…and his ring clenched down around Joe’s shaft. Instead of crying out about being penetrated so quickly, his body surrendered to the pleasure, revealing the slut for cock that Joe knew his brother really was. Pulling back a couple of inches, he rammed back inside, the sound of Nick grunting in pleasure driving him on; more and more he withdrew before slamming back inside, until he was hammering Nick’s tunnel with the full length of his dick over and over. The room filled with the sounds of both men moaning and grunting, as well as the smacking of flesh against flesh with Joe’s thrusts and Nick grabbing onto Joe’s upper body. Beads of sweat emerged on Nick’s forehead, quickly joined by drops that fell from Joe’s wet brow. Soon, both men were covered in sweat, making it easier for their hands to roam along their bodies.

Nick’s leg slipped a few times from Joe’s shoulder, unable to keep a grip on the sweaty skin. Teeth bared in frustration and lust, Joe took hold of Nick’s calf and pulled it up until Nick’s knee was nearly pushed against his own shoulder. Reaching down, he repeated the motion with Nick’s other leg, pushing both of them against his brother’s upper body and then used his free hand to spread them apart. “Grab your fucking knees.” Nick complied, pressing his fingers against the back of his legs and holding them in place. Joe ran his palm down Nick’s thigh, slick with sweat, bringing them to rest where Nick’s legs met his ass, gripping the haunch and inching his own legs forward. Nick’s ass was now up in the air, cheeks spread, allowing greater access to his hole…and Joe took full advantage of the position, pounding away as if Nick were his own personal sex toy. The younger man, usually so good with words when writing lyrics, was only capable of uttering gibberish as he reveled in the feeling of what Joe was doing to his body. “Joe,” “fuck,” and “yes,” made up most of his language at that point. The closer he got to the edge, Joe was even worse off, just repeating Nick’s name again and again; he handed the phone to Nick to film the action from his point of view. Placing both hands against Nick’s rump, he hammered the tight ass again and again. With one last thrust, he roared out his brother’s name, slamming himself all the way inside, fingers digging into the meat of Nick’s thighs hard enough to leave bruises the next day. Nick watched, his eyes flicking between the screen and past it, hypnotized as Joe’s body bucked forward, as if he were trying to burrow his whole lower body into Nick’s ass. His entire body was drenched in sweat, locks of hair matted against his forehead, his head thrown back as he unloaded deep inside, ropes of cum splashing against Nick’s guts. Riding the wave of his orgasm, he tensed up, his slim muscles taut before his whole body began to relax. Lowering his head, Joe finally opened his eyes, the dark brown orbs locking onto Nick’s hazel ones. Leaning down, he gave Nick one long deep kiss, eyes still wide open and staring into Nick’s. Pulling away, Joe began licking down Nick’s neck and chest, arching his back in an attempt to keep his fuck stick buried inside of Nick. Reaching the top of Nick’s abs, he had to relent and slowly withdrew, leaving Nick with an empty ache where his brother’s member had just been. Continuing down, Joe eased Nick’s legs down on either side of his own torso, back where he was earlier in the evening – face down between Nick’s legs, his mouth an inch from the thick member which quickly disappeared again from view, a good amount of it right down Joe’s throat.

Grabbing Nick’s hips, Joe pulled on them, choking himself on the fat tool, bobbing up and down with increasing intensity, his eyes lit up with hunger. Nick fought to keep his eyes open and the camera steady as his own orgasm hit, wanting to watch Joe’s eyes as his cock exploded. “Joe…ahhhhh!” Squinting, he curled his fingers tight in Joe’s hair as the already-thick cock swelled up and began firing away, shots of jizz slamming against the roof and back of Joe’s mouth. He struggled to swallow all of Nick’s juices, combating both the girth stretching his mouth and the large amount of cum his brother’s balls were releasing. Small streams escaped his lips and slid down Nick’s shaft, pooling in the dark trimmed hair that surrounded the base of his cock. When the eruption subsided, Joe slid his lips up and off the wide head and began lapping his tongue down the veiny shaft, cleaning up the mess. Finished, he climbed back up and rested his body on Nick’s, nuzzling against his neck and jaw. The tenderness was in stark contrast to the rough fuck he’d just delivered to Nick’s ass; both elements were just so…’Joe’, causing Nick to smile. Lost in the touch and taste of each other, they continued kissing until their heartbeats had returned to normal. Blindly, Joe felt around for the phone, locking it to end the recording. He was going to have fun editing it down later…and even more fun watching it in the future.

“We need a shower…bad.”

Nick looked down at their shiny bodies, soaked in sweat. “Yeah…and you know, I’m not thinking these sheets are going to work for sleeping on.” He chuckled against Joe’s shoulder.

“We’ll just have to sleep in your room tonight.”

Pulling away, Nick looked at Joe. “Right…and you’re not planning on just making a mess of *my* bed too between now and morning?”

Joe eyes drifted up, trying to look innocent and failing. “I mean…it doesn’t have to be the bed…could always drag you to the floor. And there’s the couch…”

“Uh huh…”

The dark brown eyes twinkled with mischief. “Or I could just pin your ass up against the wall…not make a mess of anything in the room.”

“Except the wallpaper.”

“Fuck the wallpaper.”

“No…I’d rather have you do me, not the wallpaper.”

Joe rolled his eyes. Of course Nick was trying to crack jokes after getting his brains fucked out. “Yes, fuck *you*. And your smelly sweaty ass.” Pulling himself up to rest on his elbows, he planted a kiss on Nick’s forehead and then his supple lips before rolling away, off the edge of the bed and into a standing position. Reaching out, he took Nick by the hand and brought him off the bed as well, leading him into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he watched with bemusement as Nick headed back to the bedroom and returned, phone in hand.

“This is waterproof, right?” Joe began laughing to himself. “What’s so funny?” Nick’s brow wrinkled in confusion, wondering what the hell was going through his brother’s devious mind now.

“Nothing…just wondering how you’re going to explain to Pri why you’re limping when you get home.”

“I wasn’t limping.”

“You were limping, Nicky. And it’ll be even worse tomorrow.” With a wink, he stepped into the shower, Nick following close behind, the steam enveloping the pair.

~ The End…For Now…~

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“Here, I made this for you,” Quoy said, as the two young brown men, Quoy nearly twenty and Mussu a newly initiated eighteen, turned from each other with a sigh as they lay behind the levee of the Sierra Leone rice field. They continued touching each other, preparing to go again to a new-found heaven. Quoy had been stroking Mussu’s bare buttocks, brushing his fingers across a dilated hole to keep it prepared for the needs of the thickness of his cock. He opened the pouch lying next to his discorded wrap and came up with a carved ivory disk necklace, each disk held to the next by a leather string. He put it around Mussu’s neck. “Here, this necklace gives you the power of confidence and assurance that you will always be in control.”

“I don’t know what I could do to deserve anything like this,” Mussu whispered, in awe. No one had given him such a present before.

“I made it myself—for you,” Quoy answered. “See, it has our names carved on ivory disks and animals and plants of our world carved on others. And you know what you can do to deserve it.”

Mussu did know. Trembling, he turned onto his back, spread and bent his legs, and placed his feet on the soft-earth ground at the base of the levee. As he raised his pelvis by pushing off on his feet, Quoy rolled over between Mussu’s spread thighs and entered him for the second time that evening, having opened the young man to him in the first seeding.

The young man grasped the biceps of the older youth—who had not been the one to initiate him in man sex, but who was the one Mussu loved—cried out, and grimaced as Quoy pushed deep into his channel. The younger, small, slim, beautiful, and perfectly formed ebony youth began to pant and moan as Quoy plowed him, his firm buttocks expanding and contracting to the rhythm of the fuck.

Standing off in the foliage, watching the young men fuck from a hidden vantage point, crouched a glowering and angry Ganda, the man who had first mounted and bred the young, beautiful Mussu. The man who also was the father of Quoy.

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Mussu, shackled at wrists and hobbled at ankles, was pulled, not too gently but also not too roughly, out onto the deck of the small wooden vessel. The pier he found himself on seemed to lead nowhere but to towering oak trees on a heavily foliaged embankment. As nervous and fearful as the beautiful young man who had been in Sierra Leone, in Africa, just a few weeks earlier was, he couldn’t help but be taken with the change in his surroundings. Other than the oaks, cypresses, sycamores, magnolias, and, especially, palmettos and flowering oleanders crowded on the land before him in verdant hue, accosting him as a riot of color even in the waning light, after the weeks of him having been held in a dark cabin at sea across the Middle Passage in the English slaver ship. The foliage was new and exotic to him. The land under the trees and foliage at the edge of the sea wasn’t unfamiliar to him. It was the same marshy land he knew at home. He had no way of knowing that he had landed on Daufuskie Island, one of the South Carolina Colony barrier islands, at its most showy time or that those towering oaks provided the limbers for the construction of fighting vessels such as the ship that would be the USS Constitution.

Farther along the embankment to either side he would have seen what he was familiar with—rice paddy fields—if night wasn’t falling. He had been brought to the low country. Rice was the staple crop in his own land, and his people were proficient in growing and harvesting it. This was a main reason why the English slavers preyed upon his people and snatched many of them to transport to South Carolina and Georgia as slaves—to work in the rice paddies and indigo fields there as they did in their own land.

Although closely supervised in his native Sierra Leone on Africa’s rice-growing Windward Coast as a perfectly formed young man, coveted by women and indiscriminate men alike, there he was free and unfettered. Here, somewhere in the New World that had been whispered about in his village with fear, he most decidedly was not.

Mussu was lucky to be alive. Many who had been transported in the slaver vessel from Africa to the colonial America coast had not survived the ocean journey, which had first landed in the nearby port of Beaufort off the Port Royal Sound. Mussu had been lodged in a dark, windowless cabin, along with three young women. He was fortunate, though, that the cabin was above deck, while most of the Africans taken as slaves—men and women alike—had been virtually stacked in the holds.

His survival conditions, although dire, were nothing like those who were locked up below for the multiple-week sail. He and the beautiful young women were segregated and held in less squalid conditions than the others, as they had been separated off to serve the sailors and later to be sold for something very different than rice planting and harvesting. They also were fed better than those in the hold and permitted to wash themselves off every other day. The offset was that those below were left alone to fester in peace. Mussu and the three women were taken periodically from their shared cabin to an adjoining one for the sailor’s rough, quick in-and quick out sport.

This is what separated eighteen-year-old Mussu from the other category of slaves to be sold at auction at the Chalmers Street slave block in Charleston, to the north, or the River Street slave market just to the south in Savannah, Georgia. Most of the slaves were brought to this area of the coast to be sold to work in the rice, cotton, and indigo fields. Particularly beautiful and well-formed young women and young men, like Mussu, however, were brought here to be sold into the brothels of Charleston, Beaufort, Bluffton, and Savannah. Ebony flesh was exotic to the rich colonists. Mussu was destined for Savannah, and thus had been taken off the English ocean slaving vessel at Beaufort and transferred further south with other slaves destined for one of the ten rice plantations on Daufuskie Island or the other islands or lowlands bordering on the Calibogue Sound. The owner of the island plantation to which he’d been brought also supplied brothel slaves to the surrounding towns.

The small vessel had landed at the pier leading off from Pappys Landing Road, off Mungen Creek, close to the southeast tip of the Daufuskie Island. The landing area was called Bloody Point because this was the shoreline where the Spanish between 1715 and 1717 had encouraged the indigenous native Yemasee people to stage three unsuccessful last-gasp attempts to dislodge the English settlers from the island. This now was the Oak Ridge Plantation, one of ten on the island, where the Mungen family, of Irish descent and prominent in the South Carolina Colony, not only grew rice but also engaged in the slave trade, supplying slaves, through their contacts with the English slavers headquartered on Bance Island in the Sierra Leone River, to the regional and Savannah markets.

The plantation’s black suboverseer, himself a favored slave called a driver, Cudjo, had come on board the small vessel first and performed an initial assessment of the captives. After he looked them over, he took Mussu gently by the arm and led him off the boat and onto the pier. He was a tall, strapping, muscular young buck in his late twenties.

Seeing another face such as his and hearing him speak to him in something approximating his own Sierra Leone Krio dialect, Mussu was somewhat calmed. Still, the man’s size and muscularity were intimidating to Mussu, as was the lust in the big black’s eyes, and, although Cudjo let Mussu move at his own pace, he did not free the young man of the shackles on his wrists or the hobbles on his ankles. Cudjo guided the youth with intimate touch. It was only as he led Mussu away, up Pappys Landing Road, toward the main complex of the plantation buildings, that other plantation workers, supervised by white overseers, started bringing those destined to be field slaves up from the boat’s holds and leading them to pens closer to the island’s shore than where Mussu was being led.

The boat had arrived at the Oak Ridge Plantation pier at dusk, and, although Cudjo didn’t lead Mussu too far, in the direction of the water to the east, into the woods from Pappys Landing Road, it was pitch dark by the time they arrived at a group of high-fenced pens. The stockade walls of the pens were made of eight-feet-high rough-wood planks. There were maybe four pens with walls abutting each other. Cudjo led Mussu into one of these, which was about twelve or eighteen feet to the side, and gestured over toward a lean-to, open-fronted shed at the far end from the gate. A thin mattress, stuffed with what Mussu would learn was boiled Spanish moss and covered with a cotton cloth, lay on the beaten-earth floor of the shed. Next to the bed were two buckets, one filled with water and with a dipper in it. The other was to be used as a necessary. There was a hunk of bread and two small apples on a slab of wood on the mattress. Cudjo unshackled the young man’s wrists and left him there, alone, leaving by the gate and securing it behind him.

Mussu was of mixed emotions to see the black giant gone. He was dark, like Mussu was, and unlike the sailors who had brought him here to this unknown land and used him during the sailing were, and he spoke his language, Krio, enough for him to feel he hadn’t left the world altogether. But the black buck was such a towering, hulking, muscular man that he intimidated Mussu. Also, if the man was roaming free here and with the authority to take Mussu off the vessel and lead him away, he wasn’t like Mussu. He could do as he pleased—at least with Mussu.

It was the first time in weeks that Mussu had been alone, though, and had space enough to move around, even if shackled. He sank onto the mattress, dipped water to drink, and then dug hungrily into the bread and the apples, not having eaten anything even that fresh for weeks. He paused to touch the ivory necklace on his neck, amazed that he still had it after these weeks of captivity, abuse, and torment, comforted by the confidence it gave him, even if slight and imaginary. The necklace was composed of a series of oblong ivory disks, held together with leather string knotted into holes in the edges of the disks. Each disk had a design carved into it. Mussu knew that Quoy, a talented artist, had done the carving himself. One disk had Mussu’s name and another one Quoy’s. Other disks bore images of the bush elephant, a monkey, a hippopotamus, and a couple of birds.

As he ate, he thought back to when he had received this necklace, no more than a month and a half ago. The images in his mind went to Quoy, an older young man than he of his village, and how that day, the last he’d seen Quoy, had begun so gloriously and ended so tragically. The two young men had been drawn to each other, and in ways they had to keep secret. They met on occasion in private. The evening Quoy had given Mussu that necklace they had lain together twice and had been discovered by Ganda, Quoy’s father, an elder in the village, who earlier had claimed Mussu for his own, seized his virginity from him, and, despite having two wives, treated the youth, Mussu, as a third wife.

Discovering his own son fucking Mussu on a levee by a rice field, Ganda went into a rage, beating both young men, who dared not defend themselves from a village elder. Ganda then took Mussu by cruel force in front of Quoy to assert his ascendance, and, tying Mussu’s wrists and ankles, slung the young man over his shoulder, and took him down to the river, to his dugout boat. He paddled down the river, to the mouth of the waterway, and to the island, Bance Island, which the English slave traders occupied. He sold Mussu there, getting a good price because of the youth’s beauty.

One of the English captains took Mussu almost immediately into his hut, tied the young man’s wrists to the headboard of his rough-wood bunk, forced Mussu up on his knees, mounted him, penetrated his anal passage, and fucked him. Later the same day, he fucked him again, and then yet again in the night. He enjoyed the young man so much that he sold Mussu’s time and ass to other men in the encampment. And thus, even before he reached the new world, Mussu’s vocation in life had commenced.

The young man was transported within a couple of weeks across the Middle Passage and eventually reached here, this small stockaded pen located he knew not where in the world. His own world, which had not been all that good to him but that, nevertheless, had been his home, had been lost.

He knew what he was meant to be now, though. Ganda had shown him that, as had a couple of the English slave traders, and the sailors on the ship, and now, he assumed, even the intimidating ebony slave driver, Cudjo, would take his pleasure if that was what he wished. Mussu could think of no other reason why he’d been separated from the captive Africans and brought to this stockade. He’s seen the lust in Cudjo’s eyes.

Mussu was cursed with extraordinary beauty, small size, and a perfectly formed body. The curse went further than that. He was aroused and fulfilled by lying with men. He would do this by choice even if not forced to do it. He lay with Quoy by choice.

If he were given the choice he probably would willingly lie with this strapping Cudjo, as well. It was not being given the choice that would make him reluctant.

He couldn’t stop thinking that there must have been some reason he was separated from the others, just as he had been on the ship bearing him across the Middle Passage. He’d seen the look in the ebony suboverseer’s eyes when he’d first spied him on the boat at the island pier and then again here in the stockade before he had left. He knew Cudjo would be back. He knew what Cudjo would come back to get.

And he was right. It was very soon thereafter that Cudjo was back, naked and in magnificent erection, slipping into the pen and taking a stance that told Mussu he had no way of escaping, nowhere to go. The black buck advanced on the African youth until he was standing close to Mussu. The young man stood his ground, looking into the man’s eyes, not wanting to look anywhere else. Not wanted to look down the ebony man’s muscular body. The glance he’d had of man’s gigantic erection had made Mussu shudder from the thought of having all of that inside him.

The man pointed to himself and said, “Cudjo,” which the young man took to be the man’s name, and Mussu realized that the man was trying to make some connection with him before he did what he wanted to do. Cudjo gestured to Mussu, but the young man could not bring himself to give him a name. He wouldn’t resist him, but he would not pretend that this was what he wanted—although his body was beginning to deliver signals that this, indeed, was what he wanted. Cudjo reached out and unknotted the strip of cloth binding the young man’s skirt to his waist and let the material drop to the ground. The deep groan that came up from the man’s depths when he saw the youth naked told Mussu all he needed to know concerning what the man’s desire was and where this was going.

The young man was scared, but the man’s body was more muscularly perfect than anyone Mussu had ever seen in Africa. His erection was magnificent—and frightening.

With a sigh, Mussu went back to the mat and lay down on his back. He had done this many times in recent weeks, and it was best gotten over quickly. The sailors, more interested in release than making love, had been quick about it; perhaps Cudjo would be too. As he had done for Quoy and Ganda before him and for the British slavers and sailors afterward, Mussu spread and bent his legs as far as the hobbles on his ankles permitted, placed his feet on the beaten-earth ground, and raised his pelvis.

There really was no use struggling against it. Cudjo stood over the young man for a moment, drinking in the beauty of his sleek ebony body. Then he released the hobble chain at the young man’s ankles and the shackles on his wrists, grasped Mussu’s ankles and spread and raised his legs, came down on his knees between the young man’s thighs, and thrust his thick, throbbing, hard cock into Mussu’s puckered hole. The youth cried out in pain and violation, having not been prepared for the massive invasion, but he’d been here before many times in the last several weeks. The shaft was larger than any the young man had served before, but Cudjo wasn’t any more cruel than the men who had gone before him.

Once violation was realized, the buck held there for Mussu’s channel to stretch and accommodate him, which it did, and Cudjo’s shaft sank lower into the young man, fusing solidly with him. As Cudjo began to move his shaft in and out inside the young man, Mussu panted and moaned, but he took the cock. Cudjo released his grip on Mussu’s ankles, and the young man did as he had come to learn to do. He pressed his knees into Cudjo’s hips, rocked with the plowing of the cock, and docilely lay there, turning his face toward the back wall of the shed. He touched his ivory necklace and turned his thoughts to Quoy as Cudjo took his pleasure. It helped the young man to take the extraordinarily hung man by remembering the touch of Quoy.

Within minutes, though, Mussu was no longer thinking of Quoy. He was thinking of the mastery and size of the muscular man holding him close, fucking him deep. He relaxed, lay back in the mastering arms, opened to the man, and felt the muscles of his channel walls shimmer and undulate over the thick shaft as in moved in and out. This wasn’t going to be a quick in, release, and out. The man was working him slowly, completely.

Cudjo, strong, virile, and healthy, was still on top of and inside Mussu, moving and mastering the young man, when a gunshot was heard in the not-so-far distance. Cudjo leaped up and ran to the stockade gate. The gate was ajar and Mussu saw that the man had left his breeches and rifle just outside the gate. Cudjo struggled into his breeches, grabbed up his rifle, and sprinted off toward where the gunshot had come from. In turn, Mussu jumped up from the pallet, took up his skirt, and slipped out of the gate and into the forest. He headed in the other direction from the one Cudjo had taken. He had no idea where he was going other than away. He struggled through the foliage for some time, likely going mostly in circles, panting and gasping, before his adrenaline wound down, his strength gave out, and he sank to the forest floor. When he had calmed down, he wrapped his skirt around his waist and looked around in all directions, trying to decide what to do now, where to go, how to remain free for as long as possible.

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When his heart had stopped pounding in his ears, Mussu found that he could hear the surf. The need to get to the sea became an imperative for him, and he began stumbling in that direction through the undergrowth. He saw the weak, wavering light before he came into the small clearing, where he saw a hut built of tabby, a composition strange to him but one he would learn of, made of a type of cement composed of lime from burned oyster shells mixed with sand, water, ash, and crushed oyster shells that predominated on the island. The small cottage was perched just inside the foliage line of a short beach leading down to the sea. The light was from a lantern inside the hut as seen through an open door on an otherwise blank wall. He must have been heard thrashing around in the forest, because, as he approached, the frame of an old, large, well-padded chocolate-brown woman filled the doorway to the building.

“Help me,” Mussu croaked in Krio.

To Mussu’s relief, the woman appeared to understand him and answered in a variation of the same dialect. “What is the matter, child? Come inside. You look half dead.”

Less than a half hour later, Cudjo appeared at the woman’s door.

“What was that gunshot I heard?” asked the woman, standing squarely in the door frame, which she filled with her considerable bulk.

“We brought fresh slaves in today, Obah,” he answered. “One of the new field slaves broke away. He was shot. Another one, a young male, has escaped too, though. Have you seen any sign of a small, beautiful African male around here?”

Obah stood solidly in the doorway, looking her son in the eye, taking her time answering him. “A young mail? Is it small men you are after again? Hawa will not want to hear of this.”

“My business is my business, old woman. Have you seen a young man running in the trees or have you not?” he asked, gruffly.

Looking down at the ground and moving to the side of the doorway, Obah merely pointed to the one-room interior of the cabin. Cudjo walked past his mother and to the back of the room to where Mussu was cowering. He lifted Mussu up to his feet, once more worked the knot holding his skirt together. As the skirt puddled to the beaten-earth floor, he picked the young man up; laid him on his back on Obah’s Spanish moss-padded bed; undid and dropped his breeches; and lay on top of Mussu, between his thighs.

Mussu gave the watching old woman a pleading look, but there was no protection to be had from that quarter. Cudjo placed the bulb of his shaft in position, palmed the small of the young slave’s back, pulled Mussu’s passage onto the shaft, and plowed him hard and deep, finishing what he had begun in the stockade.

Resigned, this time Mussu was more responsive and, eventually, lost, clutching the bulge of the black buck’s shoulders in his hands, tightening and releasing his grip to the rhythm of Cudjo’s thrusts. He pressed the black bull’s hips tightly between his knees and rocked with the thrusts, moving his hips, taking the demands of the hard cock deep. His pants became heavier and quicker; he groaned and cried out in Kroi with words Cudjo understood and that egged him on; his little body went into spasms. Cudjo was staying with him as no other man had, filling him and working him as no other man did. Mussu trembled and begged and rocked his hips against the thrusting shaft.

He collapsed under the demanding power of the ebony giant, and lay there, his face turned to watching the old woman watching Cudjo fuck him and fuck him and fuck him, his senses focused on the power and thickness of the shaft working inside him, on the involuntary rocking of his hips to the beat of taking, and on his betraying passage walls, the muscles of which rippled over the plowing cock. He tensed and released, spouting his own cum up Cudjo’s hard belly as the virile giant continued thrusting, thrusting, thrusting to his own prodigious seeding deep in the moaning young man’s passage.

Obah stood by and watched her son breed the newly arrived slave. Having ejaculated, Cudjo held on top of Mussu, holding the young man close captive under him until, within minutes, the black buck went hard again and resumed fucking the young man. Knowing now that there was no rescue from the man’s mother, Mussu turned his face to the tabby wall and picked out the shells in the lime-based plaster with his eyes until the grunting man was finished with him the second time.

But Cudjo wasn’t finished with Mussu. When he rose off the bed, he pulled the ivory necklace off Mussu’s neck, smiled at his mother, and gave the old woman the necklace. Mussu immediately felt the loss of the necklace. He felt all of the strength and sense of self-worth melt from him and despair, hopelessness, and helplessness flowed in. It didn’t help that he had succumbed to the power and magnificence of the man who breeded him so expertly and satisfyingly.

Yes, satisfyingly. Mussu no longer could deny what he was, what he wanted from another man. He was Cudjo’s now to do whatever he wanted with Mussu.

Cudjo picked the now-docile, completely defeated Mussu up in his arms and walked out of his mother’s cabin. He didn’t take the young man back to the stockade, though. He walked along the beachline to another cabin, almost identical to his mother’s. This cabin also had a primitive bed in it, wider than the one in Obah’s cabin. It also had leg irons attached to the wall by a chain, which he attached to one of Mussu’s ankles. In the coming days, Mussu would find that he could reach any place in the cabin, but the chain would not allow him to leave the hut.

Cudjo then lay Mussu on his back on the bed and moved his hands over the small, young man’s body, taking time for the first time to explore every curve and crevice of the young man, until Mussu groaned with a need of his own in spite of himself. Cudjo lay, naked, between the young slave’s thighs, covered him again, and, young, virile, strong of stamina, moved on and inside him once more. Mussu was fully the man’s now, resigned to having the big buck inside him whenever it pleased Cudjo to do so. In the ensuing days, enough that Mussu lost count of them, Cudjo covered him again and again, every day. The black buck was a young, fit, virile man and Mussu was a beauty. Within days, the young man became resigned to his fate. He could not deny that he was a desirable young man, if it was a man that he would have to lay with. He started receiving Cudjo as a wife would her husband. Obah came to Cudjo’s hut each day and cooked for them, clucking her lips at the young man in the man’s bed and fingering her new necklace.

Mussu’s surrender did not mean that he forgot Quoy or what they had had together that Cudjo did not give him. Cudjo gave him affection and a big cock; he didn’t give the young man any taste of freedom. Obah gave Mussu nothing but food and, occasionally, clean coverings on the bed.

Quoy had given Mussu choice and a necklace providing him confidence—until it was taken away from him.

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But Mussu was not Cudjo’s wife. Cudjo already had a wife, Hawa, who had been sent over to the mainland for several weeks by the master of Oak Ridge Plantation because she was an expert in the processing of indigo and was hired out to ply her trade. She was returning to Daufuskie Island and would legitimately expect to occupy her own bed with Cudjo. Hawa had come to Cudjo the same way Mussu had—chosen by Cudjo off an incoming supply vessel of slaves, separated off from the rest, shackled to his bed, and fucked with an overpowering shaft, until she willingly took the role of his wife, gave loyalty and obedience, and could be permitted limited freedom—as determined, after she was trained to indigo production, by her white masters, not Cudjo. She now, however, time of familiarity and adjustment to reality having past, had the authority of a jealous wife. Realizing this, Cudjo turned Mussu over to the white plantation overseers, begging them to sell him away because Cudjo did not think he could resist the young man when Hawa returned to him, and that inevitably would cause bad blood among the plantation slaves, who had greater respect for Hawa than they had for Cudjo.

Thus, Mussu was sold to Jethro Stephens, the owner of the Wexford Plantation on the adjacent Hilton Head Island. Stephens was not in the need of a field worker. He was interested in acquiring a carriage driver and bed warmer. The beauty and, now, submissiveness and sexual experience of Mussu was such that he met the rice planter’s requirements perfectly.

The beauty of Mussu was so striking that he caught the eye as well of Stephens’s brutal overseer, Richard Baker, who had exotic tastes of his own and who controlled his supposed master by threat of exposing Stephens’s sexual preferences to Savannah society. Stephens was a refined and experienced man for his time. From the very first night in his bed he was training Mussu in the more refined art of pleasing a man than Cudjo had known to teach Mussu before. Mussu was trained to be a male courtesan, not just a compliant whore. Mussu would live to appreciate this.

On their first encounter, the planter bathed Mussu in a brass tub at the foot of his four-poster bed, stroking the young man off in the tub while he sponged him off. Then he bent Mussu over the foot of the bed, the young man’s arms stretched out sacrificially over the silk coverlet, while Jethro encircled the young man’s stomach with one arm and explored the young man’s small body with his other hand, culminating in greased fingers exploring up the young man’s passage, as Mussu lay there and groaned. The old man went down on his knees behind Mussu and pressed his face between the young man’s pert buttocks cheeks, working with his tongue while Mussu moaned. The man’s fingers opened up Mussu’s channel further, dilating the hole nicely, and then the old man mounted him from the back, wrapped a hand around the young man’s throat, pulled Mussu’s chest back into his, and fucked the young man slowly and fully.

As Stephens was coming, Richard Baker entered the room, naked, bound Mussu, arms stretched out, to the bed posts, and whipped him, while Stephens watched and sobbed for the young man. When this had made Baker hard and throbbing, he fucked the young man from behind more roughly than Stephens had, cutting him down before he came, turning the young man on his back at the foot of the bed, grabbing him by the ankles and spread-eagling Mussu’s legs, and finishing him from on top while clutching the young man’s throat with a fist and controlling his breathing. Baker left when satisfied and Stephens took over again, putting Mussu back into the soothing water of the tub, applying salve when the young man came out of the water, and taking the young man to bed with him, cuddling him through the night. He, of course, took his pleasure again on the young man.

Mussu endured, knowing there was no choice and having lost all confidence in his self-worth—but all the time learning what would make men of varied appetites sex slaves to him.

This loving master/cruel master arrangement went on for three months, during which Mussu, knowing how badly both the master and overseer wanted him, slowly gained confidence of his own and a sense of control. He took advantage on a couple of occasions of being given more freedom than the field slaves had and, indeed, than the Wexford Plantation house slaves as well had.

One freeing event was the death of Obah, Cudjo’s mother, on Daufuskie Island. Without being given leave, when Mussu heard of her death and impending funeral, he took one of the Wexford Plantation canoes and paddled it over to Daufuskie. He appeared at the funeral, much to the consternation of Cudjo, who didn’t dare acknowledge him because of the presence of Hawa. When he got the opportunity to be near the casket, Mussu grabbed his ivory necklace off the dead woman, which they were going to bury her holding in her hand, and ran for the shore. Only Cudjo saw for sure what he’d done, but he was unable to do anything about it.

But then Mussu, now feeling fully confident with the necklace in his possession again, stopped at the fringe of trees above the beach and turned and watched Cudjo. The funeral cortege left the small slaves’ church and went to the graveyard. That was close enough to where Mussu had stopped that he could hear the singing and see the knot of people around the grave. He could easily pick out Cudjo, because the big buck stood head and shoulders above all the rest. Mussu knew that Cudjo was watching him. He saw the need in Cudjo’s eyes, and, now having lain with several men, none whom was built as Cudjo was, Mussu felt the need and want for Cudjo as well.

When the funeral dispersed, Mussu remained standing, testing out his new-found powers. They were rewarded, as Cudjo appeared after a while, walking toward him. They fucked right there under the trees on the verge of the sand down to the Calibogue Sound, looking out toward the Wexford Plantation on Hilton Head.

Mussu took charge, using the refined techniques of putting Cudjo into high heat that he was learning from Master Stephens and almost indifferent cruelty he was learning from the overseer, Richard Baker. Mussu made Cudjo lie on his back and the young man, his necklace jiggling against his chest and singing confidence and power to him, rode the man’s cock, in total control and denying Cudjo an ejaculation until Mussu was pleased to let him have one and then, after a period of recovery another, with Cudjo nearly sobbing in tears in awe and ache at the expertise of the beautiful, small Mussu.

“I must be with you again,” Cudjo said when the sex was finished. “I can come across the water to you when it is possible.”

“No,” Mussu said. “I will come to you when I want—and you will pay me for it until I own you and use your cock at my pleasure.”

Cudjo agreed and thus began Mussu’s life as a paid male prostitute.

The other event of that three months that added to Mussu’s eventual mastery of his trade was that, to avoid the growing rumors that Jethro Stephens had taken a black catamite in his bed, Stephens found a wife for Mussu. Her name was Bess, and she was a matriarch of slaves on the nearby Port Royal Plantation. She was so established with the Singleton family there that they wanted to award her with another husband of her choosing. She was forty if she was a day and had ridden three husbands into the grave with her sexual demands. She wanted someone far younger than her who she could train up from innocence, and she wanted him to be a beautiful young man.

She was given Mussu, a young man then of nineteen. They didn’t live together or move from their respective plantations, but they were joined in a ceremony and proclaimed as husband and wife. Bess came to Wexford Plantation for one night every two weeks and Mussu went to Port Royal Plantation for one night every two weeks. The time was enough for Bess to teach Mussu everything he would need to know to please a paying woman client in later years. Mussu appreciated the education and was already foreseeing the usefulness of it, if the actual act with a woman didn’t impress him much.

What did impress him was that while he was visiting Bess at Port Royal Plantation, he met and took a shine to a young and handsome black buck, Mingo, who worked the rice fields, was twenty, and was one year from having been brought across the Middle Passage from Sierra Leone. Their relationship began as sharing stories of life in Sierra Leone, with much there having changed since Mussu was in Africa, and speaking nearly the same dialect. It moved into the sexual. Mussu was still an extraordinary beauty and the difference in age only meant that he knew how to drive the young Mingo wild.

Mingo had been in the South Carolina Colony for a short enough period to pine for home. In theory, Mussu did as well, but his life had been become so comfortable and satisfying on Wexford Plantation that his lamenting for the old world, and even for his long-lost Quoy, had become shallow and perfunctory.

Thus, when Mingo told Mussu of the Quakers who were offering slaves on Hilton Head stolen freedom and a voyage back to Sierra Leone and Mingo was keen to go and wanted the young man he had come to love to go too, Mussu vacillated. Perhaps it was his relationship with Jethro or Richard Baker or Cudjo, or even Bess. Perhaps it was that Mussu had come to see his life in the New World as much more comfortable and, even in slavery, freeing than his life in Sierra Leone had been. Perhaps as long as he now kept the ivory necklace around his neck, he felt invincible. Whatever it was that held sway, when Mingo escaped from the plantation and, presumably, returned to Sierra Leone, Mussu didn’t go with him.

For years afterward, Mussu, touching the ivory necklace and contemplating, and at least superficially lamenting, an opportunity lost, dreamed of what life could have been in Sierra Leone with Mingo—and perhaps even being able to locate the Quoy of his youth. But he was a realist. Life was good where he lived later in life. And very quickly that wasn’t on Wexford Plantation.

Within three months, Jethro Stephens was dead, thrown by his horse into a marsh, where, unconscious, he drowned. In the ensuing confusion, Richard Baker disappeared, some claiming he did something to shy Stephens’s horse or perhaps he was put underground by the plantation’s slaves because of his cruelty. Stephens’s relatives descended on the plantation to “make things right.” They had known about Jethro’s proclivities all along as well as where they centered and were played out. It thus would be no surprise for that time and those circumstances that Jethro’s heirs sold Mussu to a brothel in Bluffton, on the mainland overlooking Hilton Head, a small but refined town where planters sent their families for the hot and muggy season and where they went themselves to play. The young man was such a draw there that before he reached his twentieth year, he was sold once more to Mrs. Fenton’s brothel in Savannah, where his beauty and refined technique, with both men and women, made him a highly sought courtesan.

At twenty-one he was bought again by a fabulously wealthy planter to continue life in Savannah as the planter’s private bed warmer. Even later he opened a brothel of his own, Stephens, which was the surname he had taken on Hilton Head. Stephens became the most exclusive gentlemen’s club in Savannah, and, for years, the clients were met at the door by a big, black bull of a man slave who Mussu now owned himself. The doorman’s name was Cudjo.

Mussu’s distinctive characteristic and what people remembered him for long after his youth and beauty had passed was the ivory disks necklace he always wore and that the rising legend of was that it gave the wearer power and confidence, as it certainly had given Mussu.

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