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“Straight Flush!” Tyler said as he laughed and sweeped his chips towards him.

“Dammit,”

“Fuck.”

Shawn was having poker night with his close friends. They were Kyle, Tyler and Ethan. They were sitting on the poker table. Shawn had just lost his second last hand, he had the chips for one last go.

Shawn looked at his cards and they were good, excited he looked up. Tyler, was winning, he was younger than all of them but was still around 29, he had darkish blonde hair and glowing creamy skin, he was also very well toned. He was wearing a short and some shorts, the shirt was tight enough to hug the contours of his compact pecs abs.

Kyle on the other hand was shorter and had dark brown hair, while Ethan was in the middle, both height and age wise. His defining trait was his amazing light brown curls.

“Can someone loan me a couple chips for this last hand?” Shawn asked, he really wanted to earn his money back.

“No can do, hotshot, you need to bet something of value,” Kyle sternly refused anyone to give him a loan,” at that moment Josh and Orion walked in through the door, they were back from a date.

“Hey guys, you already know Orion, but I’d like you to meet Josh, he’s our boyfriend,” Shawn said as he motioned to Josh and Orion.

“Sit on my lap sweetheart,” Shawn said to Josh as he spread his legs on the chair a little. He was wearing a thin pair of short and had gone commando with bare feet. Everyone was barefoot, they all new about Shawn’s Japanese style rule in his house, they we not even allowed to keep their socks on.

“Hi everyone,” Josh said as he obediently went to sit on Shawn’s lap. Shawn kissed the side of Shawn’s forehead and slyly stuck his hand down the hem of Josh’s shorts.

“Hey I know, I go all in and I’m going to bet one brutal fuck with my son,” Shawn said as he prepared to win the pot.

“What the fuck dad!” Orion said as he heard the bet.

“Shut up and kneel,” Shawn commanded, Orion instinctively obeyed his dad and kneel next to his chair.

“Royal flush,” Tyler said grinning this time around.

“Fuck me!” Shawn was exasperated and settled down .

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this,” Tyler said as he looked at Orion on the ground.

The four friends knew everything about each other, they were naturally on the same page in regard to the sexual preferences and tastes of every guy.

Tyler got up and moved over to Orion, “You guys play the next round while I enjoy my prize.”

Tyler stretched out his flawless hand and reached out for Orion’s silky blonde hair.

“Come on slut,” Tyler chuckled as he dragged Orion to the sofa next to the table set up.

“R-right here uncle Tyler?” Orion questioned. He had referred to all of his dad’s friends as uncles.

“R-right here buddy boy,” Tyler affirmed as he ripped Orion’s clothing off to reveal his clit area.

“Been a while since I’ve seen this hole,” Tyler looked at the well fuck piss and said. He flipped Orion over on his stomach and started taking his own clothes off. The creamy white muscles were now on display, his huge hard cock also sprang up as he yanked his boxer’s down.

Tyler laid himself on top of Orion’s well-muscled body and talked loudly in his ear, “Listen up, you’re going to take your uncles cock aren’t you?”

“Y-yes uncle,” Orion said resigned.

“Good, you’re going to be put in your place, aren’t you? You need to have real mean cum in your pussy, it’s your honour to have such a hot man’s seed you, isn’t that right?”

“Uh” Orion hesitated at the humiliating stuff Tyler was saying.

“Oh you shouldn’t have done that,” Tyler muttered as he threaded his arms under Orion’s armpits and tightly clasped his fingers together at the back of Orion’s head to create a strong, nearly unbreakable hold on Orion.

Tyler used both his legs to forcefully part Orion’s legs from the inside so the boy wouldn’t be able to close them.

He then jabbed his huge hard dry cock in Orion’s equally dry pussy in one brutal and momentums jab.

The room was suddenly filled with a loud scream, Orion had creamed his lunges out, that insertion was really painful. Unfortunately, that’s what Tyler was going for.

Orion tried to struggle his way off but had no luck, as Tyler had him in a tight clasp. Orion was now bawling loudly and struggling as Tyler pounded away with unmatched brutality. It actually seemed that the more loudly Orion screamed the harder Tyler fucked him.

“Shawn,” Josh was worried and tried to have Shawn stop at least lessen the brutality of the fuck.

“He one Orion’s ass fair and square Cupcake, cant do anything about it,” Shawn muttered as he pulled

Josh’s shorts down, revealing his soft uncut cock, his foreskin was longer and puckered at the end.

“What are you doing!?” Josh was surprised, amidst Orion’s loud pitiful screams and the loud smacks of his pounding, Shawn had also gotten horny he already had his cock out and as he pulled Josh’s shorts off in front of his friends and he made him sit back down straight onto his huge waiting cock.

“Shit” Josh shouted as he was impaled on his boyfriends cock.

Shawn sighed in relief and started fucking Josh up and down, caused his soft cock to smack up and down.

At this point Ethan and Kyle were enjoying the show and Josh’s expense, watching his young firm cock smack up and down on Shawn’s cock.

“Pplease Uncle Tyler, stop it hurts so much,” Orion sobbed as he continued getting his pointing.

“But this is what you were made for slut. Serving superior males who actually have a cock,” Tyler callously said as he jabbed in and out.

“What else are you going to do with your pussies,” Tyler put pressure on his hips so Orion’s clit hole rubbed hard against the sofa.

Knock knock.

“Hey that’s the pizza, Ethan can you get it?” Shawn said as he fucked his sexy little debauched boytoy.

“No worries I got it,” Tyler said as he got up and took Orion with him, he carried Orion against his chest, his cock never left Orion’s hole. Tyler got to the table and actually rolled up a fifty dollar note lengthwise.

“What are you up to?” Kyle smiled.

“You’ll see,” Tyler grinned and then got his fingers and stretched out Orion’s exposed clit. He then shoved the rolled up note as far as he could up Orion’s piss hole till it could just be barely seen.

He then opened the door, his cock was still in Orion’s ass very visibly, Orion was actually off the floor, his back flush against Tyler’s sweaty chest. Orion was mortified at his state and the fact that his clit was so exposed.

“Ah,” The delivery driver kid barely scraped 18 and was at a loss.

“Hey kid, leave the pizza on the floor. Also, your tip is inside this slut’s clit, feel free to dig in,” Tyler said evilly.

The boy hesitated but with tip as motivation his used his long slender fingers to plunge right into Orion’s most intimate and shameful place. Orion wanted to die at the intrusion, he was really no better than a 2 bit whore at that point.

The kid spent some time fishing around but eventually got the fifty said thanks and left. Tyler was so turned on he came inside Orion, right there vertically.

“That’s a good slut.” Tyler was satisfied and pulled Orion off his cock and threw him on the floor like a used condom.

They got the pizza’s and started to dig in at the poker table.

Shawn fed Josh pizza, the poor boy was still impaled on his boyfriend less master’s cock and was told to expect to be used as a cock sleeve for Shawn the whole night, naked with his own smaller cock out.

Orion was made to stay on the floor, they occasionally threw half eaten scraps of pizzas on their feet and that was Orion’s food. Tyler at one point started to spit pizza straight into Orion’s mouth, and the dickless boy was made to take it. Orion had secretly enjoyed having some other manly men in him.

By the end of the night, all of Shawn’s friends had had a go at Orion’s pussy.

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“Bishop!” A quiet whisper cut through the lazy, summer breeze and suddenly brought the young Bishop back to his senses. He dropped his gaze from the giant statue depicting Saint Adam’s first marriage: Adam skipping merrily in the garden, bare-chested, bare-backed, and his tumescence swinging gaily, while just behind him, the glowing sacred seed dripped from his holy place.

It was a shiny, black Basalt sculpture found in front of all the old churches but like all the others, it was missing it’s better half. Where there once stood, the proud statue of Adam’s Husband, there only remained the stump of his anointed feet. His legs, body, and face destroyed forever during the Invasion of the Bastards. Not a single one within the four corners of the earth remained intact, the image of Adam’s Husband was lost forever.

Bishop Leo had lost all sense of time, drawn in by the allure and innocence of Saint Adam’s free nature.  He longed for one of the saint to spring to life and kneel before him as he had before the Highest One, his Husband. He longed to feel the saint twitching, and gyrating as he pushed himself inside, feeling the sacred seed dripping down from the saint’s holy place onto his hardness. How he longed to be inside Adam, the Father of all Men. His seed mixing with the sacred seed of the Highest One. To be so close to all the saints, all the angels, all that has ever been good. How lucky he would be, if the saint would just jump to life and kneel before him.

But that was fantasy. The statue had stood there for centuries and it wouldn’t turn to flesh to mark the arrival of the young Bishop. The Bishop stood at six foot seven, impressive even for a Bastard, and arms so strong they could crush a man’s skull. In all honesty he looked nothing like a Bishop. The cream fabric of his travelling robes clung to his golden-brown skin. And sweat dripped from down his forehead and through his braided jet-black hair.

“Welcome Bishop, perhaps I should take you to your quarters so you can appreciate St Adam’s statue in private” the Bishop immediately gripped his hardness and tried to tuck it between his legs, but it only swung back up with full force.

“Well, what better way to show God’s glory,” the Bishop said as he pushed his hips forward so the young Brother could see it pitched under the travelling robe.

“Bishop, I don’t what it is about this statue that causes men to forget their modesty,” the Brother said as he picked up the Bishop’s small bag.

Bishop Leo wasn’t quite used to being called a Bishop yet. He was only 24 and the whole town knew he was one of the Archbishop’s literal bastards. One father was a Holy Man and the other a descendent of the Bastards or the Invaders as they were still called in some circles.

The wrong half of the Bishop’s ancestors could be traced back to the brutal invaders who destroyed all depictions of the Highest One and all but a few Holy Texts from the time of Angels. The Bastards had waged war in an effort to destroy the church. When they failed, they filled every hole in the known land with their seed and only a handful of pure tribes remained.  After centuries living side by side, the Invasion was water under the bridge for most. But not to the Bastards who had kept their roots over the centuries. They were determined to destroy the church from within. They were secretly fathering dozens of bastards and giving them positions in the most important churches. But these bastards were no Holy Men, they were blood thirsty warriors, waiting to strike, waiting to destroy what was left of the Holy Church.

Bishop Leo had been raised to walk among the Holy Men as one of their own. One of his fathers was a Holy Man but the other one was a purebred Bastard. From the age of 4, Bishop Leo already knew 6 ways to break a man’s knees. But his other father had also taught him about the church. About Adam, the Highest One and the Prophecy of the Second Coming. His Archbishop father only saw him on Sundays and never knew he was being trained to be a killer. So when he became of age. He summoned for his son to become a Bishop unaware he was helping to fulfil the Bastard’s quest for revenge.

As the young Bishop was leaving home for the last time, his Bastard father whispered in his ear. “Make your ancestors proud. Find every Son of Suna within the church and fill them Seed of the Sinner. Fill every hole you can find; the sacred seed must be smeared with Seed of the Sinner. Do this and you will usher the New Age. The Age of the Bastard.”

His father placed a small book in his pocket, written in the ancient language of the Bastards. Though not proficient in the language, the Bishop knew the words on the cover, Beelzebub, Father of Abominations.

But Bishop Leo had never believed in the Bastard’s plot. He had taken his theology studies seriously not so he could infiltrate it and destroy but so he could be one of the Holy Men. But of course, he had Bastard blood in his veins. The thirst for blood, and the desire to plant his seed was always on his mind, even as the goodness of the Highest One tried to fill his spirit. A war within him was being waged, the battle for his soul.

And as he stood in front of the church, the ordained Brother standing just a few feet from him, he could hear his father’s words echoing in his mind. “Seed every Son of Suna you can find. Ever last one.”

“This is much harder than I thought!” Leo muttered under his breath.

But as he stood before the statue of Adam, Leo became filled with so much love for the Highest One. So much love for Saint Adam that he could not help it.

“Pray with me, Brother…”

“Brother Mish,” the young novitiate answered. “We can pray inside, Bishop.”

“No, Brother Mish. We must praise the Highest One. Give thanks to the First Saint. The Father of all Men.”

The Bishop stepped towards the statue and began removing his worn sandals from his large feet. And to Brother Mish’s horror, the Bishop began pulling his robe over his head, revealing his hairy calves, his thick thighs, his hard…

“Bishop! The brothers must not be tempted with…”

“Oh my beautiful Brother Mish. Won’t you join me and give thanks to the Father of all men. Wearing only what he himself wore, nothing but God’s love. Take my hand Brother.”

Brother Mish who was forbidden from touching another man could barely resist taking the Bishop’s unwavering hand. The look of pure bliss on the Bishop’s raised face as he gazed into the eyes of Saint Adam, as though he were seeing God himself. While through it all his hardness became larger, reddened from the glaring sun and a clear drool tentatively drooping from the tip.

Brother Mish, found his loins stirring to life. He looked behind him hoping one of the brothers would wander out of the church and save him from the stirrings. He ran his hand through the tight curls of his soft auburn hair. Though he was dressed in the novitiate’s robe, the fabric was so fine that he knew the Bishop could see every inch of his toned body. He was much shorter than the Bishop and so his hardness was dangerously close to his eye level. He could already feel his jaw instinctively relaxing while his mouth was so wet from anticipation he was certain he was drooling.

“I am a Son of Suna,” the young Brother declared indignantly. “I am not to touch or be touched by another man. Least of all a B-“

“Bastard?”

“Bishop! Least of all a bishop. I am not to be touched. Bishop!”

“Fine,” the Bishop said, lifting his gaze from the Brother and back to the giant Statue. “At least pray with me, Brother Mish. Our flesh might not be touching, but our souls can still be one in the face of the Highest One. Will you say the prayer, Brother Mish.”

“Oh yes, Bishop. I want that.” Brother Mish responded, trying to keep his eyes from the Bishop’s glory.

“Pray for me Brother Mish. Saint Adam’s prayer,” the Bishop said. And Brother Mish dropped to his knees and looking up at the Bishop who stood with his arms and hardness spread out to the Heavens.

 

Hail Adam, Father of all Men. Seeder of all Earth.

Hail Adam, the First Creation of the Highest One.

Hail Adam, the First Love. The Holy Husband.

Hail Adam, Filled by the Highest One

With The Sacred Seed.

Hail Adam, Father of all Men.

Husband to the Highest One,

Keeper of the Sacred Seed.

“Amen,” both men said in unison. And a lingering gaze seemed to keep the two transfixed on each other.

The Bishop could still hear the echo of Brother’s sweet voice in his ear. A tear started running down his cheek, down his chiselled chin and landed with quiet splat on the head of his hardness. He wiped the tear off and flicked his fingers to get rid of the drool dripping from his manhood.

“That is the most beautiful prayer I’ve ever heard, Brother Mish.”

Suddenly the Bishop did not care about the mission his father had sent him on. He didn’t care about seeding all the Sons of Suna. There was only hole he wanted to fill. He wanted to do more than just fill it. He wanted to own it. He wanted it to be branded with his name on it. He wanted it to belong to him. And he wanted the man that hole belonged to all to himself.

Hail Mish, filled by the horniest one with the Bastard’s seed, The Bishop thought to himself leering at Brother Mish.

The Sons of Suna see and hear everything Bishop, a sweet voice said in the Bishop’s head as Brother Mish rose to his feet, a naughty smile on his face.

Legend had it that the Sunanites could hear other men’s thoughts. Could it be? Everything that had been on his mind since he’d seen the brother. The way he had undressed him in his mind and thrown him on the hard pavement and spread his…

The Bishop felt embarrassed as he realised he was filling his mind with more filthiness for the Brother to hear. But then he had made a vow before Adam that he would make Brother Mish his, whatever it took. He held his hardness like a baton with one hand and smacked it firmly on the palm of the other hand. With tight grip on his madness, and his eyes locked on Brother Mish’s face, he thought, I will make a Bastard out of you, Son of Suna.

The train glides smoothly as it enters the halt. Less than half to my destination. We do not travel many passengers. Not thirty percent of the car is occupied. A man and a woman, the latter of advanced age, get on the halt. The man is carrying a tied cardboard box. My first impression is that they travel together. But they choose separate seats. The man occupies one that is diagonal to mine. I see him perfectly and he sees me.

I continue reading the newspaper as soon as the train starts up again.

However, I am curious about the new traveler. He will be my age, which is already over fifty. Maybe he is less. He wears a denim jacket over a white shirt. His skin is tan, I imagine from working outdoors. He has shaved thoroughly and his round face is full of health. Her hair is very short and the crown is already depopulated. I look at his hands, with their hard nails and big fingers. Altogether he is a man with a broad body and thick thighs.

When I guess that he is going to look where I am, I go back to my reading. But reading the newspaper has ceased to interest me and I leave it on the empty seat next to me.

-Would you let me?

The newcomer speaks to me. He wants me to lend him the journal. I hand it to him.

“Very kind,” he tells me with the flat speech of the inhabitants of those lands halfway between the highest mountains and the plateaus where the populous cities grow.

I think of the traveler I occasionally observe. It reminds me of a teacher I had in elementary school who was nicknamed the gorilla, who would hold you with one hand and lift you up. He was a merciless bastard who did not hesitate to slap you to the minimum. He implanted a regime of terror in his classroom and enjoyed it, although over the years the memory of that teacher may be somewhat distorted and exaggerated.

I fall asleep with the evocation and the soft rattle of the train.

“Tickets” passes the conductor. He only asks the new traveler and the old lady.

-Is the cafeteria open? -I ask.

-Yes, of course.

I get up and turn to her.

While they prepare me a coffee I see that the new traveler enters the cafeteria car.

“I left the newspaper for you on the seat,” he says kindly.

-Thanks.

-Could I have another coffee? -Request the waiter.

Soon they serve us. The new traveler is standing next to me. I feel her carnality with the proximity of her body.

-Is it coming from the city?

-I’m going to the spa. Some friends gave me a weekend stay for my birthday.

-Has he never been?

-My first time.

-It’s nice. You will like it.

– The truth, with changing a little of airs and I am satisfied.

-And what kind of work does he do?

-In the Administration And you?

-I do a bit of everything: bricklayer, plumber, gardener, farmer, rancher … A bit of everything. As the saying goes: apprentice of much, master of nothing. But I’m pulling and that’s how I earn a living.

-If it has given him to help his family move forward, it has been for the good.

-Well, yes, you’re right. Why are we going to complain?

We finished our coffee. I want to pay mine but the countryman insists on running the bill.

“Because of the newspaper,” he tells me.

I resign myself to him paying even though I don’t like it very much. I do not know him at all and it does not seem to me that the mere fact of lending the newspaper is sufficient reason for an invitation because on the train any drink is expensive.

We return to the wagon that corresponds to us.

-Do you mind if I sit here? -He says pointing to the empty seat next to mine?

“No,” I say with more kindness than you want. I’m beginning to suspect that the heavier guy in the outline has stuck to me.

-You will like the spa. The hotel is more than a hundred years old, but inside they have left it like new. It seems that you are in the times of queer but with everything from now. And I worked on the arrangement. Pawn.

I nod with what remains of my kind smile, that is, a false mirage.

“And you haven’t brought the woman?” -He interrogates me.

-I am not married.

-Well, the partner or the friend.

-I don’t have a partner or a friend.

-Does not like? Or have you gotten tired?

-See, it’s not a topic I want to talk about.

The civilian puts his big hands together and fiddles with his fingers.

-I warn you that nothing scares me, eh? I’m from town but I find out about everything. I do not know if I explain myself.

-Look, it is not my intention to miss you. I just want you to understand that I don’t have to tell you about my private life.

-No, if I understand. But I don’t pretend either, huh? And I’m sorry if I have bothered you. Come on, let’s make it up.

The citizen offers me his hand to shake. In an act of goodwill I accept his gesture. But when I shake it I feel how he presses mine with force and transmits a pleasant warmth to me. For an instant I look into his eyes. He keeps his eyes on me. I don’t know how to interpret this moment.

The citizen gets up, takes the cardboard box he brought with him, and opens it. Inside there are some sweets in the form of dumplings. He offers me one.

-Test them.

I do. They are really good. They contain an almond-based paste.

-An aunt of mine makes them. Every month I come to visit her and I take a box home with me.

I savor the sweet as I watch the increasingly rugged landscape out the window.

-Women are a complication -said the citizen- And I think mine is the most complicated of all. I never know what he wants. Do you know what I mean?

My mouth is full and I shake my head.

-What is it going to be? What we all like, right?

He gives me an obscene gesture with his hips

-Or you don’t like it? -he insists- Don’t tell me you don’t like it because I don’t believe it.

-I suppose some will like it more than others.

-Well, I like to rage. And I need it.

The civilian looks back in case someone hears us and adds lowering his voice.

-I have to download almost daily. It is like that and I can’t help it. Or with my wife … or just me. I thought that over the years I would feel like it, but nothing like that. I even thought about going to the doctor. But…

-He’s ashamed.

-You are right. Wouldn’t you give it?

-He hasn’t hit me.

After saying what I just said, I regret it. I have given a clue that I did not want.

“Have you been to a doctor? Do you also have to unload with anyone?”

I have doubts as to whether I should speak to this stranger or shut up. The citizen looks at me impatiently.

-I have been to the doctor but for the opposite of you. My desire has disappeared.

He makes a face of disbelief.

-And how do you notice it?

“How do you notice those things? Well, when there is an opportunity I … I don’t get it.”

I find myself uncomfortable bringing up the subject for a walk.

-In other words, a woman is put in front of you, wide open and with all the desire for everything and nothing at all?

-To begin with … even if all the women in the world were called me as you have described, I would never feel the slightest attraction. And that was not now nor when he was fourteen years old and he was hard-wired all day.

-And then what do you like?

-I like things clear and thick chocolate.

I have started to speak aggressively. I realize. I tell myself that I better calm down. I am also convinced that the civilian is going to stop giving me the murga after what I just “confessed” to him.

-And you no longer feel like it? -He returns to the charge, exposing the wrongness of my calculation.

-With a woman? In the life.

-Okay, I understood. I mean if you don’t feel like it anymore … whatever it was that you felt like before.

This damn little town is not going to leave me alone. And I don’t have the slightest intention of …

-No, I don’t feel like it anymore.

-And what did the doctor tell you?

-Silly stuff.

“Man, something would tell him not to be silly!”

The citizen has me puzzled by his interest. I remember that Hitchcock movie, “Strangers on a Train.” Will this man end up proposing that I kill his wife? I smile with my association.

-Tell me, I’m interested. Who knows if I don’t have to go too.

– He did some tests, also an ultrasound of the kidneys and the bladder, he made me urinate in a kind of vessel to see the force of the jet … “Everything is fine” he told me. But I notice him in a downcast mood. I think because of your age and the symptoms you are telling me, you need a change ”What kind of change? I wanted to know.

-And what did he say?

I look back at the window and see that we are passing through a landscape of lush oaks.

-While I was young, my desire for sex was easy to satisfy. Even if I didn’t like the man I was getting into bed with too much, it didn’t matter too much, my hormones did the job. And that has been possible with the twenties, thirty and even part of the forty. But little by little my way of acting had problems. I was no longer aroused with the same ease, my hormones were there but they dragged a logical fatigue over the years and …

-And that?

-They were no longer willing to get overexcited just for the sake of it. My hormones, my body, my subconscious … everything! Nothing in me was willing to spend an atom more energy if it was not with something that really reached the depths of my desire.

I examine the civilian’s face. He seems spellbound by what I tell him. His lips are slightly parted. They are sensual. I hadn’t even realized it until now.

“The doctor has recommended,” I continue, to examine my tastes and start looking for what really satisfies me, because only in this way will I prolong my life of pleasure. Otherwise…

-And what have you done?

-For now, come to spend a weekend at the spa in your town. Because for now I can’t think of anything else.

A loud rattle shakes us. The road has been unfolded and the new section continues towards the mouth of a different valley.

-Has my story helped you? I ask the citizen.

He runs his hand over his chin as he ponders what to answer.

“It’s not my case,” he says. “Mine may be that I get excited very easily.”

-Well, let it last for many years.

-What happens … What happens is that my self-righteous wife doesn’t give me everything I want.

He seems bitter with the evocation he has had, whatever it is.

-And see that I go out of my way because when we fuck he stays at ease. But we just finished and I want to start again. Or if not in the moment, when I wake up. And more than a day I have had to get up and lock myself in the toilet like a child and jerk off. And you don’t know how bad it feels for me to jerk off when I don’t need to! That for something I got married, dammit! And there I am, I just got up, with a stiff tail, wet but very wet, that I get a lot, and shaking it like when I had no beard, and letting the cum go down the toilet, which is as if a part of me goes out there, and it annoys me because if I drop something of mine from so deep it is for someone else to pick it up, right? In the pussy or in the ass, in the mouth or wherever. But let it end up wasted down the toilet …!

I couldn’t help but visualize the citizen masturbating. A subtle burning has begun to warm my lower abdomen.

“Yes, that’s a shame,” I say, imagining a jet of sperm crashing against the white tile of a toilet.

“But I’m not his wife,” I clarify quickly, I don’t want him to misunderstand me.

There is a tense silence between the two. I think I’m going to use the excuse of going to the bathroom to relax the tension.

-Excuse me, I’m going to the bathroom.

-Hey, how do you do … how do you like the sexual thing?

The question leaves me nailed in my seat. The civilian awaits my answer with his good legs wide apart and his arms crossed against his chest.

“No … I don’t understand you,” I stammer.

“Damn! What does he like when he’s with whoever he likes?”

I blush. I don’t know whether to give him a monumental cut or to give him explanations as if he were one of my confessors from adolescence, those who asked you if you touched yourself and asked you for details while they manipulated themselves under your cassock.

“I’m hesitant to talk about it,” I say, avoiding his gaze.

“I like,” he begins, ignoring my discomfort, “grabbing the female from behind and putting his whole cock into her, well inserted.” So I can touch her tits while I bust her up and get my hands on the cli … the clitoris, damn it! -He ends up slapping his forehead- You don’t know what it cost me to learn the name of that pot. He said: that this thing about taking the female from behind was taught to me by a whore, who was a gypsy, when I did the militias. He told me: if you want to make a woman happy, it is the best position.

Suddenly he brings his lips to my ear and whispers to me:

-And that they give me a good blowjob. I like that … I would almost say that the most.

His right knee rubs against my left leg. I don’t move my leg away. He does not pull his knee away. The burning of my lower belly grows.

-Do you like to be sucked? Don’t tell me no because that’s universal. There is no man in this world who dislikes having his cock sucked.

-I’m peeing. Excuse me.

I manage to get up. But he hadn’t counted on my erection status. I feel terribly violent.

The countryman opens my way. Unfortunately I am not careful to turn my back on him and he realizes that I am aroused.

“It seems to be healing,” he says, pointing to my crotch.

I do not answer.

Gripping the seats I reach for the bathroom door. I go into it and close. It is a small cubicle where to move you have to ask yourself for permission.

I unbutton my fly. My underwear is stained with discharge. I can’t believe what is happening to me. I don’t know what that man is playing with me. But the truth is that for the first time in a long time I feel excited. What did not happen to me in a dark room, in a sauna, in the bars that I frequent with my friends or in front of a pornographic movie is happening to me on a train and with a stranger. And I have to go back to him. I am terribly attracted to it, and I say terrifyingly because it terrifies me too.

I take a piece of toilet paper to clean myself.

They try to open the door. My heart skips a beat.

-He is okay? -I hear the citizen demand me from the other side of the door.

“Good, thanks,” I say somewhat exhausted. Because I start to feel persecuted.

-Sure? Look, it has me worried.

-Don’t worry, I’m fine.

-Let me see it.

-But…

-Any problem? -someone else’s voice is heard. I think it’s the reviewer.

-It’s the man who’s sitting with me. He has come to the bathroom and I don’t know if he’s okay.

I open the door quickly. I don’t want any fuss to be created.

“I’m fine,” he manifested in front of the citizen and the conductor (because he was right about the other voice).

The conductor walks away after insisting the minimum required by the protocol on the health of a traveler.

-Sorry for worrying me but … I don’t know, I thought you were dizzy.

The civilian looks towards the car to see if someone is watching and, pressing me with his sturdy body, he pushes me into the tiny toilet. The two inside and standing is impossible, so I end up sitting on the cup and he raised. I see you close the door and latch it.

The rhythm and movement of the train accompanies us. We look at each other. I feel extremely violent.

The citizen puts a hand on my head. Caresses me. Her mouth is slightly ajar again and her lips look wet and vicious.

His rough-touch hand glides carefully down my face and reaches my mouth, brushing his fingers against my lips. It is, for me, a difficult, decisive moment. It is the moment of no … or yes.

I kiss his fingers, lick them. They are big, tough, tough. Put a couple of them in my mouth. I suck them. I watch him as I suck them. He holds my gaze.

He takes my hands. He puts them over his fly. I feel underneath that his cock is hard.

I unbutton his pants. The white boxer shorts that he wears close to the skin perfectly draw the contour of his cock, which is in proportions according to his physique: wide, thick … vigorous.

I did not lie. It does not stop pouring secretion. As soon as the glans is exposed, a drop detaches itself from the tip as if it were a spider hanging down its long silk thread.

I lower his boxers and reveal his balls. They are loose and fall heavy. You already have some gray hair around you sex.

I take his cock with my hands and bring it to my lips. I smell that mixture of scent of sweat and sperm that emanates from her and her beautiful companions. I kiss the tip. My lips are impregnated with flow.

Someone tries to open the door. The closure prevents it.

The interruption has left us both on hold.

The civilian strokes my head as a signal to calm me down and continue with what I had started.

I’m slowly swallowing his massive cock. I swallow it without the slightest rush. I let it get to my very glottis.

The citizen emits a slight moan of pleasure.

I take his eggs, stretch them out while I gobble his cock.

I swallow and swallow with all my desire. For the most sacred thing, I wanted a tail like that! How good it tastes to me, what a pleasure to feel it whole in my mouth!

I don’t close my eyes. I want to see the effect my mouth has on this man. And I see you like it. And he likes a lot. It seems that he has been waiting for some time for another man to give him a pleasure that his self-righteous wife seems to deny him.

I return to ingest it as much as I can. My nose flattens against the hair that frames his cock.

I open his shirt. His slightly prominent belly and his chest pectorals are marked by his physical work. I take her nipples between my fingers, squeeze them and moan. He drives his cock deep into my throat. He leaves it there for me, as if he wants to punish me for pinching his nipples.

Reculate and take it out of my mouth. It vibrates in the air.

Deep breath. I drool. I was about to drown.

“You like to eat cock,” he says seriously, tuting me.

“Yes, I like it,” I also answer seriously.

-Show me yours, come on.

I lower my pants as I can. I poke the posh spliced by the underpants.

-You did not say that you did not put on anything.

-That happened to me.

-Do you want more? -He says, moving it across my lips.

I do not answer. I just swallow his cock again. And I put my hands on her buttocks. And I lower them down her thighs. He’s a real man, one of those guys I’ve had enough of seeing mending ditches in the streets, or unloading trucks, or playing soccer with his children in the park, and if they looked up, he would immediately turn his head so they wouldn’t They will discover me recreating myself with their mature male bodies.

-Want to swallow my milk? -she asks me grass of the pleasure- Do you want to swallow it?

It only occurs to me to sink my fingers into her buttocks and draw them towards me. His thrust nails the back of my neck against the acrylic sheet wall. And I feel in my mouth the taste of semen discharging, and the pressure of his body against my face. You have to bite your fists to avoid letting out some bellow of a desired orgasm.

Little by little he takes it out of me. Some seminal clump still hangs from the tip that comes off and ends up on my stiff and expectant cock.

Lower your right hand to her. He just squeezes my glans moistened with traces of his own semen. He looks me in the eye. I hold his gaze. With his other hand he covers my mouth. He shakes me slowly, insufferably slowly. A pleasure invades me as from adolescence times.

“Let it out,” he tells me.

A jet of cum escapes me, crashing against my shirt. And I am left trembling and my mind clouded.

What has this guy done to me, what happened to me?

I hear him speak to me shortly:

-You lied to me.

He takes part of the cum that has stained my shirt with one finger and puts it in my mouth where I lick it eagerly.

– Nothing happens to you.

-With you so it seems.

The locomotive beeps while cornering. The citizen looks at his watch.

“There is little to go,” he says.

He cleans up his clothes and leaves the tiny bathroom where I stay to try to clean the stain from my shirt. I can only think of giving him some water and putting on my jacket as soon as I get back to the seat.

And so I do.

The citizen is still sitting in the armchair next to mine. It is serious.

I see that the few passengers who occupy the car begin to take their outerwear and their suitcases. We must be about to reach our destination.

-You see? This is what I meant, ”says the citizen, who has already given up all treatment of you.

-Sorry?

“That I would continue,” he says with a worried face. “I want more. What do you think?”

I just came, but his words drive me down again.

-That your wife is very lucky but a fool if she does not know how to appreciate what she has at home. By the way, my name is Justo.

I hold out my hand.

-I am Chorrín, from the Chorrines. It’s how they know me, ”he explains when he sees my puzzled expression.

-Want to take some dumplings for the spa? -He says opening the box containing the sweets.

-I would love to, but I have nowhere to take them.

The citizen takes a sheet of the newspaper and wraps two of the sweets in it. Put the wrapper in my jacket pocket.

I am not opposed to the operation.

The train slows down. We have arrived.

Chorrín takes the cardboard box with the sweets and after giving me a look that I don’t know how to interpret, he gets off the train.

I just sit there and exhausted. I’d run after him to offer to start over. But I regain my sanity.

The conductor, who checks that no traveler has fallen asleep or forgotten luggage, kindly invites me to leave the train.

I do.

When I step on the platform, there is no longer a trace of any traveler.

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When I got home from work the lobby of my building smelled like Chinese food. I wondered which of my neighbors had ordered it.  I knew it probably wasn’t the gang of four sexy Polish construction workers who lived in the apartment across the hall from me on the second floor. That wasn’t their style. They would never get take out because they were saving their money to go back to Poland, live like kings and marry the girls next door or some version of that.  A couple of times a week they made their own big pots of kielbasa, potatoes and cabbage and they made their own fragrant pierogis which they put in their lunchboxes every day.

There was an upside-down takeout container filled with something fried rice right at my door.  I was pissed. I figured the three 30 something pothead slackers who shared the apartment above mine were so baked they hadn’t even realized they had dropped it on their way home from China Palace down the street.  They lived like three little unwashed bears with full beards, shuffling around in Birkenstocks and stained sweats. They made good money with a website, Hot Parts, that trafficked in stolen auto parts. The rest of the time they played video games.

I stepped over the mess and went into my apartment.  I’m an associate producer on a local news show and I was wearing a suit. I didn’t want to do any cleaning until I had changed. I slipped on a pair of running shorts, a wife beater and flip flops, got a broom and dustpan and started phase one of the clean-up. I got most of it but I needed my vacuum cleaner for phase two.

While I was vacuuming, my Polish neighbors trooped up the stairs to their apartment. They had just been dropped off by the same truck that picked them up in the morning.  Last week, their lean and rangy ringleader, Casmir, had magnificently pounded my ass and I’d been thinking about him ever since.  He was in his late thirties or early forties with a rugged, wind burnt face, hazel eyes and a lean, muscular frame. Using my own good neighbor policy, after I ran interference between him and the landlady, I sucked his ample, uncut, cock, my nose buried in the fragrant funk of his pubes. Then he fucked me so relentlessly that, for the first time, I squirted without touching myself. From deep inside my ass, I felt a twitching, sputtering sensation, like I was going to erupt and my eyes rolled back in my head. Then, suddenly, I had this spontaneous, joyous spurting that came from way down deep in my soul and felt spectacular on its way up and out.

I was always a top and not interested in getting fucked because I like to be in charge.                But with Casimir, the right combination of rugged man oozing testosterone, the sculpted stone of his body, the generous size of his uncut meat, the perfect angles of his penetration and the liberating realization that I was just a couple of holes to be used for his pleasure changed that. It was exhilarating and perversely empowering to be a hot, brawny man’s cum dump.

Three of my Polish neighbors stood there in their khaki coveralls, covered in dust and mud as they waited for Casimir, who must have had the keys.  I knew they were working at some construction site out in western New Jersey. The three of them, Jakub, Adrion and Filip nodded at me; we were just a few feet apart and I could smell the workday sweat on them. Jakub was in his thirties, short and full-bodied with thin, brown hair and large, mournful brown eyes. He always looked homesick and the rare times he smiled, I was surprised by his enormous dimples.  Adrion was tall, wiry and dark, with olive skin and thick black hair.  His face wore a permanent scowl and he always had a cigarette stuck between his lips. He looked like the meanest hitman in a Polish crime movie.      Filip was the baby of the quartet, twentysomething, lanky, with shining straw-colored hair and a round babyface. He looked more like a sensitive artist than a construction worker but art wasn’t going to get him the coins he needed to go back home.  When the gang first moved in, I spotted Filip first and imagined fucking him. He had the kind of lean body with a pouty ass that I liked. I wanted to give him the full treatment:  munch his hole for an hour and then fuck him for another hour–when I got the chance.

I looked forward to weekends when my Polish neighbors left their door open and walked around in their underwear, cooking up big pots of food and lustily singing the songs of their native Poland. I wanted to be invited to that party.

Casimir arrived and opened the door. Jakub, Adrion and Filip nodded again as they entered their apartment. Casimir was the last one to enter and I tried to give him a cool, non-committal smile, hoping for one in return. Instead, he winked at me and grabbed his substantial crotch as he closed the door behind him. My mouth watered and my hole twitched.  Was that an invitation?     I wanted to follow him but I had to clean up this spill.  I was encouraged though.   I might have another chance with him.

I got all the something and rice up, sprayed some carpet cleaner on the stain and let it sit. While I vacuumed it up I fantasized about Casimir and got horny.  It helped that the handle of my upright Kenmore hit me just at crotch level and its vibrations stirred my solid piece and big nuts.

Suddenly, I felt a whisper of air behind me and then hot breath on my neck. I jumped.                Big, callused hands grabbed my ass and massaged my butt cheeks. My cock sprang to attention and bounced against the handle of the Kenmore. I gulped and a big paw covered my mouth. It smelled, deliciously, of mud, sweat and cabbage.

“Shhh!” Casimir whispered wetly in my ear, vodka on his breath.

He yanked my shorts down to my ankles, twanging my stiff meat in the move.

“Yeow!” I blurted into his aromatic hand.

I kicked off my flip-flops and stepped out of the shorts. Casimir spread my cheeks and dug around for my clenched fuckhole. I could feel the contours of his granite chest and its light fur against my back. He found my hole and plunged a fat, rough finger deep inside and rooted around. His other big paw reached out and grabbed my meat and gave it five or six rough, massaging tugs as if he were milking a cow and wanted the cream instantly.

I moaned into the big paw. Casimir released my tool and let it spring up so it rested against the Kenmore’s handle, its vibrations thrumming through my lower body.  Then he gave my big nuts three or four tugs before he released them and gave them a punishing slap. Bad boys.

I managed to turn off the vacuum cleaner and push it aside. He put one plump finger in my mouth and I sucked on it, tasting the mud, the cabbage, paprika and some other exotic ingredients. His free arm was around my waist as he nudged me toward the banister and bent my torso over it. I could feel the heat and heft of his Polish sausage throbbing between my legs. He pulled his juicy finger out of my mouth and shoved it into my hole, rooting around like he was looking for a pot of gold. Then he put that hand over my mouth and popped that finger into it.  I could taste my own smoky interior.

With a grunt, his fat kielbasa slowly corkscrewed its way into me, inch by silky inch, while he growled Polish curses or poems into my hot ear. Szmata, szmata, szmata.

My hard cock poked under the banister, a thread of pre-cum oozing toward the first floor below me. I hoped that none of my neighbors needed to run out for a bag of Doritos and a bottle of Sprite.

Actually, I didn’t give a fuck who saw what because Casimir’s thick, pulsing shaft deep inside my stretched fuckhole felt so fucking good and natural. I saw my swollen mushroom head cock expand as I dreamily withstood this exquisite assault, a steady stream of man juice oozing from it. Casimir leaned forward, bit my ear and noticed the warm nectar drooling out of my meat.  He scooped up some of my nectar onto a stout finger and stuck it in my mouth to suck on. I liked the taste of myself: clean linen, hay, some salt, soap. Somebody should bottle this stuff.

It was all too good and too much, the swollen Polish cock in my snug fuckhole, the steady rocking that hit every sweet spot inside me, the smell of Casimir’s sweaty, manly body, the earthy funk that wafted from his hairy pits, the taste of my own jizz.  His vodka breath kept hissing szmata, szmata, szmata into my ear. I hoped it meant beloved, beloved, beloved.

I gripped the handrail with both hands to steady myself as Casimir plowed me, almost as if he was trying to burrow his way into my soul. His breaths got short and hoarse. I knew he was close.

I was getting close too as my center tensed around his rock-hard Polish pole. I resisted touching my pulsing meat, knowing that I could blow my load any second. I wanted to squirt hands-free again and feel, from deep inside, that dizzying, joyous full-body orgasm.

I heard the front door open, then the interior hall door. Before I pulled my head in I saw Allison, the middle-aged piano teacher who lived downstairs, enter with her ancient white poodle, Fifi. Casmir and I held our breath as she fumbled with her keys. My cock stuck out under the railing, driveling jizz onto the carpet below and on Fifi’s head. The ugly old pooch looked up and barked. Allison, who was wearing headphones, shooshed her and hustled into her apartment without looking up.   

I felt the juices rumbling from deep inside my crammed fuckhole and I knew I was ready to shoot. My hole tightened around Casimir’s rod and massaged it to tease the steaming jizz out of him.

Tak, Tak, Tak, Tak!  I heard him grunt in his smoky voice, then I felt his cock pumping its hot lava deep into me. I couldn’t hold out anymore and watched my tool rise and a big glop of juice shoot out and hit the staircase wall. The cream kept erupting out of me, flying through the air and landing with big, wet plops on the stairs and the carpet below. I watched it in amazement and felt Casimir’s rugged, stubbly face next to mine. He was watching too. So much, he said softly and then patted my cheek. We stayed attached like that, him leaning over me and me bent over the railing, his breath moist and thick. His fat, spent cock leaked its last sizzling juices into me and began to relax until it slid out of my gasping, punished fuckhole.

I wanted him to come into my apartment so we could get into my bed, snooze a little and then do it all over again, any way that worked for him. Casimir stood up straight and I stood too.  He cleared his throat. I fantasized that he was going to tell me that he loved me.

You don’t have to love me, I would say. Just keep fucking me.

But…

The throat clearing didn’t come from Casimir. I looked over and saw that his three roommates, Jakub, Adrion and young Filip were standing in and around their doorway with their briefs pulled down, stroking their cocks.  They had witnessed the whole scene. I was embarrassed for a second, then flattered. Judging by their boners, they were happy to see me. They opened their door wide and beckoned me forward. I scooped up my shorts and flip-flops. Casmir put a brawny arm around my waist, drawing me toward the open door. So, dragging the vacuum cleaner behind me, I went.

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Maybe it was fate. I don’t know why they insisted that I, the only gay guy in the group, be selected to drive Nathan home? Not that I didn’t mind being around him. He was, by far, the hottest guy in my group of friends, some of which knew I had a hard on for him for quite some time. Someday I might know the reason if I want. But, the more I think on it, the less I want to know. I simply want to bask in the memory of that night. And the almost a dozen that followed.

The Friday started off like any other: work, gym, home. But, instead of going out, my friends all decided to get together and meet up at Brandy’s place. She didn’t live too far away – about twenty minutes or so outside the city. The weather was warm, but not hot or humid like the past couple of weeks. When I got home from work, I tossed in some laundry and hit the shower. Once clean, I dried the clothes and prepped myself for a fun evening of drinking, foods, laughs and relaxation.

There were only fifteen or so people in attendance – most of which I knew. I was happy to see Nathan. Truth be told, I prepped myself a bit more, knowing Nathan would be there. I smiled, internally, watching him make his way through the crowd. My smile turned to an eye roll when I saw his girlfriend, Sara, put her arms around him, owning him. He could do so much better than her, even another women would be better!

“Whatcha’ thinking?” Mary asked me, snapping me out of my stare.

“Nothing really” I lied.

Mary’s eyes followed mine. “Oh. I see” she replied with a smile. “We need to get you a man!”

“Who you telling?!?” I replied with a smile.

The night progressed, I forgot about Nathan as we all laughed, drank and enjoyed the night as the sun went down. Living outside the city, it’s darker than many expect. But I enjoyed it. 

An hour or so later, the calmness was broken by screaming and yelling. We all turned and watched Sara and Nathan have yet another one of their screaming matches. Well, more so Sara than Nathan. She seemed to like all the attention on here – even when it wasn’t good attention. After a couple minutes, she stormed off. The girls all rallied to her side as they tend to do, trying to comfort their friend. Nathan came towards the fire and sat down next to me. While not close, we were friendly with each other, though he had no idea how I lusted after him.

“What’s up?” I asked innocently.

“I’m so over her” he replied. My ears perked up.

“Oh yeah? What happened?” I asked, sitting up from my adirondack chair. 

“She… it’s not worth even talking about it” he replied.

“Matt!” I heard someone yell from behind me. “Come here!” I looked at my phone; 11:41PM. Well, it was a good night, I thought to myself as I stood up and walked back to the group of girls, all glaring at the Nathan, burning hate holes in the back of his head.

“You’ve got to get him out of here” the told me. 

“Why?” I asked.

“He just needs to go!” Jamie said. If looks could kill, Nathan would have been dead ten times over. I sighed.

“Fine. Great party!” I replied as I walked back to Nathan.

“Hey man. You wanna get out of here?” I asked, not expecting his response.

“Absolutely” he said, standing up. “But I didn’t drive.”

“I’ll give you a lift” I replied.

I ushered him past the ‘group of judgement’, still not sure what was happening. We got in my car and we pulled out. “What the hell happened back there? Those girls want to crucify you!” I asked.

“Sara is such a drama queen” he replied. I raised my eyebrows in an ‘affirmative’ manner in the darkness of the car but didn’t say anything.

“How so?” I inquired.

“We haven’t had sex in months” he started.

“Damn! Why not?” I asked, honestly wondering. If I were her, I’d be riding that man three or four times a day. He wouldn’t have any liquids left inside him!

“I think she’s been sleeping around” he admitted.

“That sucks. Sorry to hear that” I replied. 

“She’d been drinking and that tends to prime her pumps, if you know what I mean” he said.

Ew.

“And all I asked for was a blow job tonight! What’s wrong with that?” he declared.

“Not a thing” I answered.

“You gay guys. You have it so good” he said. I busted out laughing.

“What?!?” I asked.

“Guys are always horny. You can get it anytime you want!” he said.

“Well, some of us have standards.”

“Yeah. I know. I just mean…” he turned towards me in his seat. “It has to be easier for you, right?”

I smiled. “I’ve not had sex in almost seven weeks” I admitted. I don’t normally talk about this stuff to people.

“Damn. That sucks!” he said, turning back around.

“You have no…” I stopped.

“What?” he asked.

“I was going to say you have no idea, but it seems you do! We’re in the same boat!” This caused us both to laugh realizing the irony of the situation. Then we went silent for a few minutes.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked. Oh god. 

“Sure” I replied, swallowing hard.

“Do guys give better blow jobs?” he asked.

“It has been my experience that this is mostly true” I said. “But a bad one is better than no one.”

“True that!”

More silence. Then he said “I was just so horny. The drink, the warm night, the fact that I’ve been saving up for almost two months…. I just wanted some relief.”

“I hear ya” I replied.

“You horny, too?” he asked.

I thought for a moment. Where was this going? And do I want to go there? Would it be awkward?

“Of course – almost always.” We drove in silence for a couple more minutes until he said “Can you pull over here. I really have to piss.”

I pulled off onto a dirt entrance to a field. 

“You gotta’ go, too?” he asked. “You had some drink back there.”

“Uh yeah. I could go for some relief” I said. We stood at opposite ends of the car and relieved ourselves. Seems I had to go more than Nathan did as I heard mine hit the ground and nothing from the other end of the car. I turned and saw Nathan standing, facing me, his half hard dick in his hands, stroking it.

It took a couple seconds for my brain to register what was happening.

“Man, I just can’t control it” he said. 

“Yeah, I can see that” I replied, my own dick swelling. I’ve known Nathan for a few years and have never seen much of him without clothing. I know he has nice legs and arms, but other than his handsome face which always had stubble, I knew little of his body. And now, here he was, a bit after midnight, on the side of a country road, with his dick not only out but pointed directly at me.

“You know” he said, slowly running his hand down to his shorts, then back to its head, then back down again, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Tell what?” I asked, my own shorts screaming at the beast they were trying to hold back.

“You give me a blow job” he said quietly.

“What would I get in return?” I asked, calling his bluff. He walked towards me, his shoes making crunching noises on the gravel.

“Whatever you want” he replied. Many would think this a joke, but I could see on his moonlit face, he was serious.

“Nate…” I started. He reached out and grabbed my crotch.

“See, I knew you wanted it. I’ve known for some time” he said.

“Known…what?” I asked, playing stupid.

“Come on man. Don’t play stupid” he said, his dick reflecting the moonlight as it bounced. “I’ve seen how you’ve looked at me all these years. I’m not blind. And, to be honest, I’ve always wanted to give it a go with you.”

My mouth hit the ground. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. All sounds of crickets and the slight breeze seemed dulled at this moment.

“What?” I honestly asked.

“I’ve fooled around with guys in the past – in college and high school. And I liked it” he said.

“But Sara…?”

“Sara’s not here. You are. You and me. Out here, in the dark. Alone. Two guys, alone, horny and hard. So… what are we going to do about it?”

I stood there as he unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down, then my boxers. My half hard dick rolled out, thankful to be free.

“Shit man!” he exclaimed. “I never knew you had such a monster!” The adoration stroked my ego.

“If I’m honest. In the past, usually I’m the smaller of the two in the room” I replied.

“No shit? Damn. I’ve never been with someone bigger than me” he replied as he reached down and wrapped his hand around me. His warm hand felt good, and my dick saluted his touch.

I watched as he bent down, his knees resting on the gravel. He didn’t seem to mind. He pulled my dock up to his face, its swollen head wet with precum. I shuddered as he rubbed the liquid around the overly sensitive head and behind his flared ridge, causing it to grow even more. He held it, watching it grow to its full size, then he slid it into his mouth. After a couple seconds of trying, he was able to get most of me in his mouth. His lips clamped down on it and he started sliding it in and out of his mouth. While good, it wasn’t great, but the overall feeling was helped by the fact it was Nathan, not some random hookup guy.

He finally pulled off, the cooler-than-his-mouth air hitting it. I watched the moonlight glisten off the shaft as he stood up. 

“How was that?” he asked. I smiled.

“Good” I said.

“Just good?” He seemed annoyed.

“Let me show you ‘great’” I said.

I bent down, putting my own knees in the same spot his were moments ago. I looked at his cock closer now. It was a decent size, with an upward curve. What surprised me was the amount of hair around it. I always took Nathan for a trimmer. But he wasn’t, which was a good thing.

I cupped his hairy sack as I slid my hand from the head to the base. I could feel the blood pump through it. I reached around with my left hand and grabbed his ass. It was hairy, which surprised and delighted me. Placing his head in my mouth, I rolled my tongue around it, lubing it up, then slowly slid my mouth down until my nose was nestled in amongst his pubes. I ran my right hand up his thigh to his flat, hard stomach, following the trail of hair. As the hair stopped, my hand continued up, finding another patch between his pecs. I kept him in my mouth as I moved over and found a hairy nipple, tweaking it slightly. He exhaled as his body shook somewhat. As I pinched that nipple, I pulled back from him, allowing the cooler air to caress his veiny shaft until his head popped out and slapped up against his stomach. I released his nipple and stood up, face to face with him.

I studied his stubbled face, his eyes that were so brown they looked black and demonic. He smiled.

“Is that it?” 

“Is that a challenged?” I asked. He shrugged. “I guess so!”

I grabbed his wet and shiny dick by the base hard and turned him towards the car, pushing him up against it, spreading his legs further apart. With my right hand, I wrapped a few fingers around his ball and shoved my mouth down on him. Once fulling on him, I slide a finger around his crack and found his hole. I felt his body tense up and before he could say or do anything, I slide my index finger into him. He gasped as he tensed up body relaxed against the car. Clamping down on his cock, I moved my head back and forth as I searched for, and found, his prostate. He groaned and whined in a way that was unbecoming of such a masculine man, which turned me on even more. 

I rested my finger on his internal organ as I rammed my face into his almost violently. His breathing increased more and more. I started rubbing his prostate with my finger as I slowed my sucking, enjoying his now oozing shaft. I sensed he was close and, since my knees were now sore (but in a good way) I started massaging his prostate harder and faster, while slowing my sucking even more. He grabbed the side of my head and I knew he was close. I clamped my lips down around the base of his cock, his pubes scratching my nose and rubbed and pressed against him inside.

“Uhh…” he screamed, loud enough to wake the dead. Then he unleashed wave after wave of his man juice. His cock pulsed in my mouth a second after his hole clamped around my finger. As his ejaculate slowed to a free flow river, I rolled my tongue around his cock, sending waves of extasy through his body as I swallowed the remainder of his little swimmer. He legs started to buckle so I pulled off and out of him quickly as he caught himself.

“Holy…mother of god!” he whispered, almost hoarse. “That was… better than sex!” he admitted as I stood up, facing him.

“I know a thing or two” I said, wiping my mouth. He looked down at the dick drool I left on the dirt road.

“Should I?” he asked, looking up at me.

“Only if you want to” I replied. To which he dropped and placed me in his mouth almost before I finished the sentence.

I held his head and ran myself in and out of his mouth. I wasn’t sure if it was ‘the moment’ or what, but this time, he was much better than before, though I noticed his hands were absent from my legs, thighs or ass. No matter. Having waited for this for years, I knew I was close.

“You don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to” I managed to mutter between breaths. He groaned something inaudible.

“Oh Nate. I’m gonna shoot” I warned him, expecting him to pull off. But he didn’t. I dumped several weeks of load into his mouth – more than he could handle as I watched some spill out of his mouth. I released his head as my own session slowed. I looked down and noticed not only was I still in his mouth, but he was also jacking himself! I pulled out, my wet dick sliding out of those sexy lips, sending one last wave of electricity through my body.

He sat back, looked up at me and, with a mouth full of my seed, groaned as he sent another load of spunk up in the air. I watched as shot after shot of white matter shot up, then splattered on the ground. It seemed there was more this time than last time.

As his hand slowed, stopping right at the ridge of his flared head, I watched him swallow my last deposit as he exhaled. He smiled then stood up, shaking the last remnants of fertilizer from his softening cock.

“Amazing” he replied. “Best I’ve even had!”

I laughed, almost in agreement with him as we both stuffed ourselves back in our shorts. As I walked around to the driver’s door, we looked at each other over the top of the car and both smiled.

As we drove away, in silence, I could still taste him in my mouth, though somewhat disappointed I wasn’t able to catch that second load as well.

“I always cum more the second time” he said breaking the silence.

“I noticed.”

“You’re a good teacher” he said.

“You’re a good student” I honestly replied.

“I’m up for more teaching if you are” he said.

“What about Sara?” I asked, looking over at him.

“She doesn’t have to know.”

And she never found out about that night or any other night Nathan and I shared.

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Part 1

So I’m 35 masculine male with beard and tattoos, I also have a girl friend. But I have a secret, when u get high on crystal all I can think about is big hard cock. So much so that I just run off on my gf and get caught.

It’s been a year since I got high and cheeted. Out of the blue on a Saturday my gf says hey let’s get some pipe and go to the pub, surprised Im like sure why not. We get to the local pub sit down for drinks but I can’t help but notice this tall black guy aged about 50 at the bar. Instantly I start thinking about what his cock would be like. As we drink I look up and he is looking at me rubbing his crutch.  At first I take no notice and think I’m just off my head. But every time I look at him he does the same thing.  Any way my gf tells me she has to go all of a sudden to help out one of her friends. She has been going out a lot in the last year and just leaving me. I say OK I just got to go to the toilet just wait for me to get back. I head into the bathroom and stand at the urinal. Not a second later the guy from the bar walks in stands at the urinal next to me. He pulls out a massive flacid black cock I can’t help but stare.  All of a sudden he turns to me and says you like that cock you cracked out sissy fagot. I’m like what then he grabs me by the throat and says you heard me. I know your type prettends to be straight with a gf and all but gets on the pipe and just wants to be a submissive sissy slut.  Then tells me to get into the cubical I’m so turned in buy his force I do so instantly. We get in there he sits me down on the toilet, cock still out. Whips out a pipe and says here smoke this I do.  Then when I’m done he tells me I’m going to suck his cock while I listen to everything he says.  I nod my head and reach for his big black cock I slowly start sucking it.  He then tells me he is going to ruin my life and turn me out into his methed up sissy slut.  He says he will dominate sexually, emotionaly,phisically, and financialy. He tells me the when I get out of here I’m to wait for him to give me a note with instructions. Then he pulls out his phone and takes a pic.  Wips his now hard cock in his pants and tells me to go sit back down. 

I get back to my seat my gf laughs and me and asks what took so long? you must have been sucking cock in there like a faggot. Then laughs again and says really weirdly by you heap of shit talk later. I sit at my table thinking about my incounter and what my gf said.  The he walks over to me and says good now she is gone you can do as your told and come with me so I can turn you into who you truly are this is the first day of your new life slut you will submit to me. I’m so turned on by the power with witch he talks I feel so weak and intimidated by his large stature toned muscle and dark black skin.   That between that and being high I just want to do as I’m told.  He tell me to get in my car and follow him back to his house.  

We get there he tells me to get naked and sit down he puts sissy hypnotic porn on the TV and hands me a pipe and says smoke it till I get Back I’ve just got to see some calls and do your contact. OK…  I say contract what contract? About an hour later he comes back with a few pieces of paper and says read and sign this and someone will be here soon to transform you into my sissy.  I look at the contract it goes like this. 

From this day forward you will be a sissy meth hire.  You will refer to me as daddy. You will submit 100 percent sexually emotionaly, physically, and financially. You will modify your body to my standards eg. Remove all body hair get Peirceings tattoos Brest implants take hormones. You will worship me and my cock it will be all about pleasing me.  You will undergo anal stretching I expect my Sluts to have a massive hole and take big cocks toys and fists. You will never dress as a man again and will dress how I tell you.  You will wear a butt plug when ever you leave the house.  You will cook and clean for me. You will preform any sex act asked of you.  You will Fuck who I tell you to.  You will be my personal urinal.  You will do porn and prostitution with all the profit being mine. You will transform into a woman as quickly as possible. You will use your savings and credit card as well as sell your car to fund your transition. You will be humiliated and put on show when I please.  In return I will feed you crystal at least 3 days a week to keep your horny and dirty and be able to play in your new man pussy all day.  I also will pay for your body modifications once I have used all your own money on you.  

I tell him that this is crazy I have a gf I’m straight no way.  He says yes you are be true to yourself your a dirty cock worshipping slut and you want nothing more than to submit and worship my big black cock.  The he pulls out his phone and says this might help you sign he makes a call it’s my gf. She starts laughing and says I seen your pic in knew you could not help but take the bait you fag.  He is going to ruin you this is what you deserve for cheating your not welcome in my life go be a the sissy slut I set you up to be.  Oh and buy the way I’ve been planning this for a year last time you cheated I started fucking your best mate.  And we decided you deserve to be turned out. And every time I’ve made you eat my pussy when I’ve come home from somewhere you have been eating his cum out of me. Go sign it you hore you have nothing and no one else.  Wow I can’t believe what just happened I’m so humiliated and ashamed that I just sing the contract.  

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   He looked up and Jackie was still asleep. When he regained his composure he returned to his duty. He had to have Jackie’s cock. 

He crawled up again and grabbed for the shaft. He again opened up and slammed the huge cock back into his throat. This time pushing past his throat entrance and digging another inch or so further down. He looked to  see he still had several inches left to get all of that dick into his mouth. Then he found that he pulled up slightly and breathed through his nose he was able to keep it in his mouth. Then as he did he crammed more of Jackie’ s cock into his throat. 

Then as he thought he was getting the hang of it Jackie’s cock throbbed heavily and expanded in his throat. The head bloated up fatter and the shaft expanded. Again it became lodge in this throat. Then worse of all Jackie’s body reacted and he felt the man’s hands on his head. And Jackie thrust his cock down the boy’s throat. Michael began to choke on the throbbing cock lodged in his throat. 

Jackie fully woke up to see this small boy taking almost all his cock down his throat. He looked at the tears forming in the boys eyes. He quickly pulled his throbbing dick out and the boy coughed heavily again.

“What are you doin boy?” He said. “Wow didn’t know you could take that much o’ ma dick in yer mouth” 

Michael just looked up a bit scared that he was gonna get a beating. But Jackie just grabbed his spit slick cock and slapped it across the boys face. Rubbing the giant member against him.

“Ya like Jackie big dick don’t cha boy” Jackie exclaimed. “Well go ahead then, cause that throat o’ yours was doin wonders for me” 

He shook his cock at Michael temptingly. Michael looked at the throbbing fat cock before him. And up at the big hunky man smiling down at him. He couldn’t resist grabbing at the thick heavy shaft again. He licked up and down the entire length of Jackie’s huge cock. Jackie moaned lightly as he was serviced. Then the boy reached back for Jackie’s huge nuts and stuck the fatter one on his mouth and sucked on it madly. Jackie just stroked at his cock while the boy lovingly slobbered over his nuts.

“Ughn Yeah. Ohh shit!” Jackie groaned. :good. Soo good”

Michael continued to suck madly on the fat balls, first one then the other. The boy was really good at sucking at his nuts.

“Yeah boy. Awee Shit!” He cried out. “That’s bloody incredible” 

Michael kept drooling and chewing on the man’s nuts. He pulled on them hard with his mouth. Jackie just squirmed as he was pleasured. “Ughnn” He moaned again.

Jackie began to pump furiously on his still throbbing cock. Faster and faster as he felt himself get closer and closer to orgasm. Then Michael noticed the constant grunting and panting from the big man and stopped sucking on his balls. He wanted back on the man’s cock. What he really longed for was Jackie’ s cock up his tight ass, but then thought twice about it when he grabbed for it again. He pulled up and shoved the giant tool back down his hungry throat. Jackie grabbed at the boys head and drove his cock down to the hilt. Michael felt Jackie’s ball slam against his chin and the giant head pushed down into his gullet, the head swelling and pushing at his throat walls. 

He ached from the massive pole crammed down his throat. Jackie held on hard and fucked the boys face furiously, his ass lifting off the couch as he pumped his massive cock at the boy’s throat. Michael felt his throat constrict again as he felt the lack of breath. He pushed at the man’s legs to release himself. But Jackie held on, groaning his utter pleasure of the fabulous blowjob he was receiving. He pounded at the boy’s throat mercilessly as he neared to explosion.

“Ugh, Ugh, Ugh. Shit, Fuck, Fuck, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh” He grunted. 

Then Michael grabbed hard at his balls and Jackie abruptly stopped. Michael then shoved hard and coughed up the massive tool again. He fell to the floor as he tried to regain his breath. He coughed up a small dribble of blood. Jackie sat up a bit concerned. He hadn’t realized he was fucking the boy’s throat so hard. He picked up Michael and held him in his arms. He looked down at the small hard on in the boys shorts and reached for it.

“Ya like daddy’s big fucker don’t ya?” He said. He squeezed the boy’s small cock in his hands and carried him to his bed. “Jackie’s gonna make your arse feel real good boy” He said. 

He removed Michael’s shorts and took his cock in hand. Jackie lowered his mouth over it and sucked it down easily. Michael felt the heat of the man’s mouth over his boy cock and it drove him crazy.

“Ughn” He moaned as he felt Jackie’s tongue lick his entire length. 

Then Jackie’s tongue raked over his tiny balls and dug into the boy’s scrotum. The pressure from the man’s thick tongue was too much. Michael began to buck and shriek as his body gave into orgasm. 

“Ohh shit!” He squealed as he felt his balls ride up.

His body jerked at Jackie’s face and he started to cum into the man’s mouth. Jackie tasted the young fresh boy spunk as it shot hard and fast in his mouth.

“Mmm” He moaned as he drooled over the spitting stub. “Sweet young cum”

Michael continued to buck his small body up at the big man, not stopping until he finished unloading into his mouth. Then when he was done, he felt Jackie ‘s thick thumb rubbing at his ass. Jackie lifted the boy’s legs up and without warning shoved the fat thumb up into him.

“Aeeii!” Michael shrieked. The thick digit pushed into him. He cried out from the pain. “Ohh Shit it hurts sir. Please pull it out.” 

Jackie ignored his pleas as he pushed the thumb in hard. Then he pulled it out. Picked up the boy and turned him around. As he stood there with the boy dangling from his face, Jackie then pushed his thick tongue into Michael’s ass, his hands pulling apart the boy’s cheeks to get better access to the rich bud of his ass. Then he grabbed his own dick and smacked it across the boys face. Telling Michael to go back and suck him off more.

“Suck” he growled

Michael looked below to see the massive tool staring up at him. He grabbed it with his two hands and licked the huge head. It was drooling that awesome precum again. He stroked the long thick tube as he slobbered over the giant head. His tongue digging into the big piss slit. The heady taste of Jackie’s fat cock was making him delirious. Jackie began to thrust up into the boy’s opened mouth, the fat club pushing in deeper with each thrust. Then Jackie shoved several fingers up into Michael’s ass.

“Ohh God!” The boy cried. The thick digits slamming down into his young prostate. “No daddy” He cried out. “Stop please” “Take it boy” Jackie said. “Gotta ready you for this” 

He grabbed at his cock once again and pushed it up into the boy’s throat again. Then he stopped and flipped the boy over. He lay the boys ass over the straining cock. Michael could feel the huge log under his ass, rubbing along his crack. Jackie continued to push several fingers up the boy’s ass. Michael began to writhe on the fingers plunged deep in his ass. He looked up at the big daddy and buried his face in the furry chest. He kissed and licked at his new daddy’s big beefy body as he felt the fat digits fucking his ass.

“Ugghh yes daddy” He moaned as he felt his ass open up to the fingers invading him. 

He was now beginning to enjoy the feeling. Then Jackie pulled out and pressed the fat head of his cock at the boy’s entrance. 

“Get ready for Jackie’s dick” He said

Then he slowly pulled the boy down on his raging cock. The fat cock head pried open the young tight hole. Michael screamed again as he felt his ass ring being ripped open by the giant dick. Jackie slowly pushed his cock up into the boy. Michael squirmed and cried out as the huge member dug deep into his tiny ass.

“Oh shit, Oh God!” Michael cried as he felt about 6 inches pushed into him. “Its too big. God!”

The fat slab of cock was pushing against his ass walls. He could feel every vein and ridge of the giant dick as it slid up into him. Jackie held the boy there on half his dick. He wanted to make sure the boy was okay with his massive intruding cock. The winced pained look on Michael’s face slowly relaxed as he became accustomed to Jackie’s huge cock. Then Jackie resumed his forward motion, sliding the boy further down his immense shaft. Michael’s pained expression returned as he felt the thickening cock push up to the end. Finally Jackie stopped after what seemed forever. Michael could feel his big balls pressed at his ass hole. He reached back and grabbed for them. They felt so big and full in his hand. Then he squeezed the fat nuts. That caused Jackie to thrust hard into him and the fat head and shaft bloated even more.

“Aeeii! Fuck!” Michael screamed as he felt the fat prong mash against his prostate. Then Jackie went mad as he felt the tight confines of the boy’s ass clench down hard on his shaft. “Awe Fuck!” He cried. “Tight fuckin arse”

Then he pulled the boy up and flipped him over on his back and immediately slammed down hard on him. Michael screamed again as Jackie began to get rougher and began to fuck him madly. He looked up at his daddy man with the excruciating pain of the hard fucking emblazoned on his face. Jackie no longer cared about the boys comfort as he rose up and slammed back down even harder. He could feel his huge cock ripping through the tight boy cunt. Michael began to cry as he was brutally fucked by this big stud.

“Ughn. Oh freggin’ God it hurts soo much!” He squealed. “Stop sir, please stop!” “Shut the fuck up boy!” Jackie yelled. “You wanted daddy’s cock now you will take daddy’s cock”. He continued to verbally and physically abuse the boy’s ass.

“Take this big fuckin cock boy” He growled. “Take daddy’s cock like a good little boy whore”

Michael continued to scream and cry out as he was pummeled mercilessly. He felt Jackie’s huge nuts smash against him as the fat cock ploughed into his prostate repeatedly. The pain was never ending it seemed. Jackie then pulled the boy closer and buried Michael’s face in his chest.

“Lick at Jackie’s chest boy. Bite hard on my tits” He commanded. 

He pulled at the boy’s body as he fucked him at speed. Faster and faster he went. He felt Michael’s lips around his nipples and the teeth biting hard on them. This made Jackie harder than ever and he viciously power fucked the boy at an incredible rate. He could hear the squeaking and his boy squirming as he tore into his ass. Michael felt as though he might pass out from the intense pain ripping through his loins. The giant cock seemed to be expanding and getting even bigger and bigger. He felt his ass would burst from it. Then after almost 20 minutes of his ass being slaughtered and raped by Jackie, the pain finally began to ebb away again. 

Then Jackie again flipped the boy over and pushed him face first into the bed. He had pulled out and said. “This is it boy. I’m gonna fill yer arse now.” 

He said With that he held the boy down hard and jabbed thoroughly into the awaiting ass, hitting hard against the boy’s button, crushing into his bowels. Michael screamed again as the pain returned. “Ohh Fuck!” He cried. “Ohh God. Ohh God daddy!”

Jackie fucked him like a jack hammer pumping into the ground. His massive nuts slammed into the boys own genitalia. Michael felt his balls erupt as his boy cock spit up under him. His body shook under Jackie as he came and came. This caused Jackie’s own orgasm to boil up from his balls. He slammed down one last time. His balls pulled up and exploded. Michael was still screaming as he felt Jackie’s load tear through him. 

“Awee shit, awwee fuck!” Jackie cried out. “I’m blowin’ up yer arse boy. Fuckin hot boy cunt you have. Shit, fuck!” 

He kept cursing and shouting as his boiling lava of cum blew into the battered boy’s ass. Michael felt the fiery liquid as it shot deep into him. Then Jackie’s body rocked violently as he blew every last drop up into Michael’s ass. So much cum that it began to spill out from his ass and Michael could feel the hot seed ooze down over his own balls and spitting cock. Jackie held Michael closely as his orgasm subsided.

“I love ya Billie” He cooed. 

Michael looked up at him queerly. Wondering why Jackie called him Billy. But it didn’t matter. He was Jackie’s boy now. his new Billy. 

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“Hard Rain”

Part 2

He said nothing, just knelt there, eyes shining as they registered the wide ‘V’ of my open crotch, then tracing the long outline of my prick which hung snug inside the denim of my left leg. “Lemme help you out there, buddy,” I said softly, sliding my jeans down carefully to just below the ass.

My cock lunged forward and thwacked him right in the face like a biting snake.

This seemed to get his full attention and he peered up at me with a gasp, green eyes brimming with envy. His tongue flickered over pouty lips as he brought them to the oozing slit of my cock and gently teased back the foreskin until they were gliding over the swollen head. I groaned like a Polish guy.

Inch by trembling inch I was taken into the softness of his pussy mouth until I could feel his nose pressing against me and his spit roping down my balls. The guy seemed to be missing a gag-reflex. Then gazing up at me, with a sinful look on his face, he swallowed. The walls of his throat closed around my meat almost sending me instantly over the edge. I groaned again and pulled out hurriedly. Fuck, not yet man, I told myself. You’ve waited too long.

There was also a more pressing need.

“Sorry dude,” I whispered, “but I really gotta pee first.”

I’ve blown it, I thought, and not in a good way, but I was still trying to twist my mind around the reality of this new Will. The much friendlier Will. The Will on his knees in front of me. The cocksucking one. I was half expecting the old Will to show up any minute and tell me I had my pants on backwards (it had happened).

“Do it,” he said flatly with a glint in his eyes.

“Say what now?” I asked, blindsided.

“Do it,” he repeated, “wherever you like,” and he pulled the front of his t-shirt up over the back of his head, showing me his smooth, ripped chest and dark red nipples.

Sweet Jesus, the new Will was a fucking pig.

I didn’t wait to be asked a third time. Placing a shaky hand on his shoulder, I eased him back, then took up position a step away, aimed my dick and let loose… A fountain of pent up piss rained down on him like a keg bursting, splashing across his beautiful upturned face and beading in his dark hair.

He followed the arching spray with his eager mouth, letting the shimmering liquid gurgle in his throat until it was spilling from his lips. The first mouthful tumbled on to his bare chest then he leaned into the warm torrent and bathed his whole face, dipping his head to let it pour down his back, drenching the crack of his awesome ass, before opening wide again to glug down another sweet draft of Tennessee’s finest vintage.

My rigid cock continued to shoot golden bullets of piss till he was frothing at the mouth like a lunatic. Taking a huge gulp he served it back at me, jetting a mouthful of funky liquid all over my gushing meat, then he swallowed my cock whole to guzzle down a final bellyful direct from the source as the stream eventually slowed to a drizzle and finally ran dry.

I steadied myself, sighing with deep relief, reached down and pulled him to his feet, then I deployed another of my life-strategies; if you’re gonna have sex with a dude you may as well go the whole hog. I shoved myself onto him, licking my piss from his face, matching him pig for pig. It tasted like warm beer. My lips found his and I tongued him long and hard, then held open his cocksucking mouth and gave him my spit, repeating the motion until we were both dripping with each other’s drool.

The warm breeze began to pick up strength and wound invisible fingers through our hair. We paused for a moment to look into each other, then by unspoken agreement began tearing at our clothes like animals. Off they went in all directions and I laid him face-up on the ground, pushing my shirt under his naked body — ever the Southern gentleman. I was about to spread his legs and bury my tongue into that sweet round ass when something to the left of us caught my eye.

It was a third pair of legs; suited immaculately.

*****

The beard from the car was standing over us, looking down handsomely with an unreadable steely gaze. O Superman, I thought.

“Hi there fellas,” he drawled, with an accent that flew me right back home. “Strange weather we’re having tonight. I hear there’s a further chance of rain.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest, veiniest prick I’d ever seen, then raised a quizzical eyebrow. “In fact,” he added, in a display of uncanny foresight, “I think it’s due to start right about… now…”

It poured.

Another cascade of steaming piss slapped against the side of Will’s face but without missing a beat he turned and opened his lips to welcome the flood. It took roughly a full nanosecond for me to push aside the major what-the-fuck? forming in my head, and I joined him, pressing the scruff of my cheek to his so we were guzzling like two runts at a trough. The jet was turned directly on me and filled my face then I pushed my gurgling mouth to Will’s and chugged the guilty pleasure into his, half choking with a mischievous snigger.

The Cavill clone continued to pour it out, up and down the length of our naked bodies, spraying his golden gift impartially and drenching us until eventually it too trickled to a halt. He shook the remaining drops from the head of his mighty dick, then calmly took out a white, folded handkerchief, dabbed at his piss slit, and balled it in his pocket.

“I’d love to stay and play boys,” he said, zipping away the beast while looking down with a wry smile like a Tom of Finland uber-hunk come to life, “but I have a prior engagement.” As if to illustrate the point he fished out a ring from the other pocket of his pants and slipped it unambiguously over a thick finger on his left hand. I saw a glint of gold.

Next he reached down and lifted the large, black briefcase by his feet, clicked it open, took something from it and bent down to place it across us, before patting me lightly on the thigh. After pausing to adjust his tie, he slid out his cell phone, tapped at the glass panel then showed it to us.

My jaw nearly hit the floor.

It was a video clip taken of this very spot. The lighting was far from perfect and my breath was misting up the screen but it was clear enough to make out Will on all fours being furiously spit-roasted by the three guys who’d been here before me.

Satisfied we’d seen enough he tapped the screen again, took aim, and casually snapped a picture.

Then he was gone.

I turned to Will who remained almost supernaturally unconcerned, then I eyeballed the thing lying across us as my eyes adjusted. It looked like something designed by H R Giger; black and double-headed and as thick as my arm. It was a huge fucking dildo. My previous and disregarded what-the-fuck? made a swift if not unexpected comeback — it was hands-down the weirdest thank you present I’d ever been given. Turning my head to look at Will again I could see he had that glint in his eye.

“No fucking way!” I blurted. “Maybe later,” and I tossed the double-headed ass invader over my shoulder. The sight of him being screwed on all fours had brought out the manimal in me. “Time to get fucked, porn star,” I growled.

*****

I pressed my body onto his, warm and wet and naked in the dark, as he coiled his legs smoothly around mine. I placed my hands either side of his head and he lapped at the fuzz of my pits, then bringing my face close to him we marveled at one another and snickered conspiratorially. I kissed him gently on the lips and down to his neck, nuzzling into his ear.

“Tell me you want me, Will,” I breathed. “Tell me.”

“Oh God, Billy. YES,” he groaned.

“Tell me where, Will. Tell me where you want me,” I persisted.

“In me,” he said simply.

I stiffened and pressed the head of my cock against his pink rosebud. Here we go, I thought. I penetrated him slowly, sighing all the way to the hilt, and buried my face into the warmth of his neck while I steadied my breathing and took a moment to get the full feel of his fuck chute as his fingers dug into the flesh of my ass. We were a perfect fit. 

I silently praised the Almighty.

By now the breeze was gaining real momentum, rushing through the park with a sudden vigor, and the branches of the trees above us began to sway riotously as the warm night air was transformed into a squall.

My eager dick quivered as I felt the snug of his fuckhole envelope it and I had to fight hard not to rail the sexy little fucker straight into next week. Our foreheads touched as we locked eyes and I began by giving him a few slow, deep strokes. He whimpered.

“Such a hungry ass,” I murmured. “Such a juicy, needy, greedy little whore ass. You’re gonna get just what you’ve been begging for you little pricktease.”

His lips flashed a smile in the dark. Lightning lit up the sky.

“Yeah, you want that big cock don’t you. You’re gonna take everything I got and you’re gonna beg for more. Beg for it, Will. Beg for my big fucking cock,” I commanded as the gale whipped at my hair.

“Fuck me Billy,” he pleaded. “Make me take it. Make me take your big, beautiful cock.”

A long low rumble of thunder huddled overhead.

I began to pound him steadily, holding him firm, my breath hot and urgent in his mouth. Nothing was going to stop me. Not even a Holy storm. I was finally gonna get my little piece of heavenly ass.

Our tongues lashed as the rain came down, hard and heavy like hot stones, and I kissed him deep. I skewered him more and more as he gasped and clenched under me, the welcoming gape of his freshly cunted hole responding to my deep thrusts. I drilled him harder, giving him every last inch until his butt was jiggling against the onslaught, my eyes never leaving his so that all he could see was me and would forever know exactly what he’d been missing.

“More, Billy,” he gulped. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Lightning illuminated our immediate world.

His ass-lips slurped on my throbbing dick, refusing to let up, milking it for pre-cum like a pro and electrifying my rod until we were shunting like a well-oiled machine as the storm raged around us. The world might’ve been about to end and we wouldn’t have noticed. Time crawled on all fours.

Soon I could feel a tremor rising all the way from my ass-slapping balls to the hot-wired tip of my raw cock.

I knew I was close.

“Gonna cum in you Will. Gonna flood your sweet ass with my DNA,” I promised, thrusting my cock into him for as long as I could. Taking me right to the edge. “Here it comes, man,” I warned him, my voice cracking. “Here it comes… uh, here it comes… uh-nnnnn…”

My hips jerked wildly and the head of my pulverizing cock opened and began to churn out hot spurts of gloopy fuck juice deep inside him.

“There ya go, Will. There ya go…” I told him, the words getting lost as thunder drummed into the ground around us. His body shuddered and I buried my face in the haven of his neck to share the ecstatic release of my orgasm, while my cock spewed it out over and over. The friction of our tangled bodies caused his rigid meat to shoot its load between us, hot and slick against my taut abdomen, until finally I collapsed into his arms and he moaned in satisfied affirmation.

My hair was soaked and matted and I could feel the rain splashing at my back. I slid the scruff of my chin down his body, kissing him hungrily from nipples to treasure-trail and licking up his cum, then lifted his legs and buried my tongue in his ass, slurping up a mouthful and feeding our combined spooge right into his mouth, as the rain ran in rivulets to pour from my naked flesh to his.

*****

Now that the stuff of countless sticky fantasies had finally been deposited deep inside him, and his cum was frosting our bodies together like glue, we clung to each other, hot and wet and happy in the dark.

The downpour departed as suddenly as it had arrived, transfiguring into a warm night breeze once more. I kissed the storm from his lips.

“Jeez, man,” I sighed, pushing the hair from my eyes, “you’ve got an ass like a subway tunnel.”

Why oh why do I say these things, I instantly thought, only to hear him stifle a laugh.

“You are such a dick!” he threw back.

“Lucky for some, huh?” I countered. I kissed his forehead. “Come on, better head back and get us cleaned up. I’ll let ya play with my loofah.” I raised an eyebrow.

He tugged at my earlobe. “Well if you insist,” he teased, then he fixed me with his green eyes. “I haven’t been so friendly to you have I, Billy?”

“Safe to say you’ve more than made up for it,” I replied.

“Sometimes it takes a stranger to show you who you are,” he reasoned.

“Okaaay,” I said, pausing to look at him. “Is this the start of a beautifully filthy friendship, would ya say?”

“Could be. Hope so. Really glad you found me,” he whispered.

“Dude, you have no idea,” I chuckled, stroking his dark hair.

He grinned, “Well yeah, there’s that, but, uh, there’s also something else…”

I looked at him curiously as his hand groped around in the grass.

He held up his ruined, sodden shorts.

“Think I might need to borrow your shirt,” he said.

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Epilogue

Storm clouds drifted away from the city and a pale moon sank slowly in the sky. High up on the roof of the looming Arts Tower a dark figure stood silently surveying the scene. Landmarks which were once so familiar had been transformed by the stealthy onset of time. Sensing something in the air, it stepped towards the edge and swooped down to land lightly in the park far below.

Soundlessly it began to move between the trees, shifting in appearance; at first clad in denim, booted, with a shaven head; now lean and track-suited, hands forever fumbling; then in combat gear, trouble bruising the line of its jaw; now broad-shouldered and immaculate with a mind of metal; then a gym-honed boy, cocky but easily led; a streetwise redhead looking over his shoulder; a focused athlete, looking into himself; until at last, it was just an ordinary guy, incomplete and looking for love.

It had been a busy night so far.

The ripening of the season had brought it back stronger than it had felt in decades, but now there were other landmarks here; persecution, prosecution, plague and…. the ghost of a mouth formed to sound around the word… progress? For better or worse and throughout, men had still responded to the instinctive lure.

At least there is symmetry, it thought.

In the shadows under the trees it paused, a gleaming boot finding something in the dark. It reached down and held it up; black and sculpted and as big as an arm.

At least they are still animals, it thought, and with the rumour of a laugh it was thrown to the roof of the redbrick shed as a totem, a beacon, a hidden landmark.

The sleight of a hand pulled up a stiff collar as it ventured along the path that had first been laid down over a century ago. Light as a breeze it rustled through the leaves, sensing the air. Searching for hidden landmarks. Then turning on a quiet heel and rising from the dark it spread its form wide and vanished into the city and the night…..

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Casual Fridays

Our gathering wasn’t actually on Friday, but rather the Saturday night, as usual. It wasn’t our first Business Casual meeting, but it was Kevin’s turn to host and he had sent out a message at the start of the week. “Looks like snow and cold this weekend, men. Let’s make this one Business Causal.”

“Sounds good,” George chimed in. “Might be a good opportunity to bring along some fresh meat.” George liked having new guys at our parties, and a number of newbies were often put off by the suits we wore. Whereas a couple of the more fastidious of the men… Rob, Ken, and Brandon… wanted to maintain standards.

Me? I was somewhere in between. The reason for our little club, which we nicknamed The Boardroom in emails, was our appreciation of fine menswear. The finest menswear, even. But I had a job that allowed me to drop an easy thou on clothes pretty regularly if I wanted. I didn’t look down on guys who couldn’t. Just the opposite. Some of those men were the most avid in their appreciation. I didn’t want to water down our mission, but it was good to mix it up, too.

We’d settled on what I thought was a good compromise. Up to four regulars, the “executives,” were allowed at each party. The executives were the founding members of our party circuit – me, Kevin, George, Marty, and Rob – as well as three men who’d joined and been promoted since. Our ages ranged from 32 (Brandon) to 63 (Rob). We knew each other mostly through these parties. Except that Kevin and I had dated first, so we knew each other well, and I regularly saw another of the guys, Tom Stephenson, at finance professional events.

In addition to the four executives, we opened up 4 or so slots to new or returning guys for most parties. The one-off guys were “interviewees,” the new guys we called “interns,” and after attending three parties they became “new hires.” If his suits were up to snuff, a guy would earn the “junior executive” title. At any point, by 2/3 majority the executives could promote a man to our ranks.

There was a rotation system in case there was more demand than 4 of us, but in practice it worked out. There were weeks we’d be traveling for work. And guys would disappear or leave the group when they were dating someone.

Only three of the us executives signed up for this week, since the others usually had no interest in business casual nights. So Kevin opened up 5 slots to give the interviewees, interns, and new hires a chance to participate. But as the host, he handled those invitations, so I didn’t know who’d be participating this week until I showed up.

Kevin had a good job, and maybe a hell of a lot of hotel perk points, cause he usually booked a real nice suite at a luxury hotel. This time, he went with the business casual theme and got us a room at the Marriott instead. So when Saturday rolled around, I got a car to midtown and rushed the several yards through the arctic cold to the lobby.

On the elevator ride up, I looked at my reflection in the brass plate and hoped I’d hit the right spot between casual and dressy. Colorful plaid button-down sport shirt, pressed cotton trousers, brown belt and oxblood loafers, with patterned wool socks. My cheeks were still pink from the cold and I tried to warm my hands by rubbing them together.

“Looking good, Bill,” George said as he greeted me at the room door. He had a friendly manner that was real easy to get along with. He was a CEO of a small company and if his suits weren’t the most exciting, he had a nice, in-shape body and a real sexiness about him. This evening he was wearing navy wool trousers and a fine checked button-down shirt. Like mine, it was a custom-tailored shirt that showed off his body really well. He wore duck boots, and the casualness of the footwear set off his outfit perfectly.

“You too, man,” I said, running my fingers playfully along his front. “I like it when the exec lets his hair down a little.”

“Ha,” he laughed and met me in a quick kiss. “Come on in, the guys are here already.”

It was a surprisingly big suite, and it didn’t feel too crowded by the seven of us.

Just as the executives don’t know which others are coming, our presence was a surprise to the other men. “Hot damn, Bill’s here,” Pete said. Pete was a junior executive in our group and we always clicked sexually. No other way to put it, Pete was well-dressed and good looking in an ordinary suburban way that pushed my buttons. I hadn’t seen him for months. Today he had on flat-front khakis and a trim polo that showed off his pectoral muscles, flat abs and bulging arms.

“Hey sexy,” I winked.

I recognized a New Hire, Aaron, who was similarly dressed, his lean runner’s body a nice contrast. “Hey A,” I greeted with a nod across the room. Another New Hire, Mike, was seated next to him.

Kevin stepped up to two men I didn’t know and placed a hand on each shoulder. “Russ here is in town for business. Ethan’s an Intern… been to a party already but I don’t think you were there.”

“No I wasn’t. Nice to meet you, men.” Russ was clearly a businessman, had a certain Midwestern look about him, but it was Ethan that caught my eye. Young, about 25, brown eyed, brown hair, pumped muscular body, like an ex-football player who’d leaned down his bod with Crossfit. He had on a golf shirt a size too small, and the fabric stretched over every ridge of brawn. I tried not to stare but probably wasn’t doing too good a job.

Introductions done, we made small talk and poured ourselves some scotch. I could tell George was jonesing to smoke a cigar but we’d gone smoke free two years ago. It didn’t take him long to hone in on Russ. George liked the fresh meat, like I said.

Mike, Pete and Kevin gathered in a corner, their body language communicating mutual interest. It didn’t surprise me. Of the Executives, Kevin was hands-down the best dressed. Expensive clothes, sure, but a real attention to detail and a sense of style that never seemed flashy. This evening, he’d paired a half-zip sweater with a really nice houndstooth sport coat. I knew Pete and Mike both had an appreciation of the finer things, and both were running their hands along Kevin’s lapel, feeling the fabric and construction.

I almost didn’t notice Ethan’s presence next to mine. “Hey Bill,” he said. “I like your loafers.” He had a sweet shyness about him that offset his deep, testosterone-laden voice.

“Yeah? Thanks.” I liked flattery, especially coming from a hot stud like this.

He blushed. “I actually have a crazy loafer fetish.”

I took a sip of scotch and held his gaze. “That’s why we’re here, right?” I asked. “Our fetish?”

Ethan nodded. “Oh yeah. Only I’m not in the same league as you guys. Maybe one of these days I’ll be able to afford a good suit. Or shoes that nice,” he nodded down at my burgundy calf Crockett and Jones.

I touched his shoulder, feeling the hardness. “Your outfit tonight is great, Ethan,” I assured him. “I’d hire you on the spot,” I winked.

“Yes, sir?”

“You bet. I bet you’re a real go getter around the office, aren’t ya?”

“For you, sir, yes,” he beamed. Not every guy at our parties got into role play but Ethan had a real Boss kink. I couldn’t resist grabbing his head and kissing him. He kissed right back, with the right mix of submissiveness and eagerness.

“If you really wanted the job,” I said, “I would have thought you’d be sucking my cock by now.” Again, not all guys got into being ordered around, but the hunky guy just nodded and knelt down. The way he undid my belt and unzipped me was worshipful.

“Wow,” he whispered as he pulled out my cock. I’m not porn star hung by any means, but I’m popular at these parties because I have the whole package. Not the best looking or best dressed, but I have the combination of looks, cock size, and suits to get a lot of attention.

Ethan was giving me his full attention now, licking my dick lovingly and caressing my balls between soft touches to my trousered legs.

I looked over at the bed, where Kevin was the sandwich filling between the two men, Pete on bottom, Mike on top. The man had pulled down their pants but otherwise were fully clothed while they fucked.

Over the corner, George was crouched over Russ’s lap, giving him a nice steady blow job. Aaron looked on, massaging his crotch and waiting for his turn.

I’d had George’s BJs before, and Ethan had him beat. Both for eagerness and technique. He was going to have me shooting pretty soon. I guided his head off me. “Let’s take a second,” I urged.

Ethan nodded and then turned his attention to my shoes, which he touched carefully, feeling the leather. “Aldens?” he asked.

“Crockett and Jones,” I answered and his eyes lit up with excited surprise.

“Whoa. Nice. So fucking nice.”

“Pull out your cock,” I instructed.

He complied, and I was thrilled to see this ex-jock had a nice meaty tool of his own. I kicked off my right loafer and ran my socked foot up to tease his rod.

“I can smell the leather,” he croaked in lust as I caressed his cock, the sheer soft wool of my sock stimulating him. “Smells perfect.”

I pulled my foot away. “Pick up my loafer.”

He did, lifting it up but unsure what he wanted me to do.

“Sniff it,” I commanded and in a half second that shoe was at his nose and he was taking a deep whiff.

“Fuck, man,” he growled. “I’m so turned on.”

“Ready to get off?” I asked.

Ethan nodded. “You bet. I’ve been trying to hold off.”

I knelt down, so I was face to face with the young man. I grabbed my loafer from him and took it to his crotch, slipping it down over his boner.

“Why don’t you help me break it in?” I asked, teasingly and I held the loafer tight against his crotch.

Ethan got what I meant and growled an exclamation, and started humping my shoe, fucking his prick in and out against the interior leather.

“Oh… oh.. FUCK!” he cried and spermed my loafer. He grunted, and his eyes rolled back as he came.

“Was that good?” I asked as he came to.

“Oh yeah,” he smiled, letting out the air he’d held in. “You want to fuck me, Boss?” He started undoing his belt, his dick still erect. I nodded my desire to do just that and was rewarded with the sight of those khakis being pulled down over a meaty, smooth rump. I like men of all ages, but an ass like Ethan’s could belong only to a twenty-something. Not a bit of give to the ass muscle. I rimmed him and explored the hairy part between his crack and his balls before retuning back to his beautiful pucker.

At last Ethan was primed to fuck.

We’d been experimenting with the best lube in our little club, the one that damaged clothes the least and would come out with dry cleaning. But the good thing about Business Casual night is we could be a little freer. I had both my cock and Ethan’s hole wetted down good and was soon entering him.

He was tight at first, and I wasn’t sure how much he was enjoying this, but I then got an idea. I slipped my loafer in front of him and told him to lick his load out.

Fuck, that did it. The hunk’s hole opened wide open and I was pounding my way to a well-deserved orgasm. I held steady for a half minute after unloading as Ethan stroked another load out, and then I withdrew. We made out afterward.

Finally, we zipped back up and fixed ourselves a drink, our gaze alternating from appreciative glances at each other to looks surveying the coupling going on in the suite.

“Man these parties are the best,” Ethan said.

“I think so,” I replied. I couldn’t resist being flirty. “You made this one even better.”

“Um Bill,” Ethan started, a look of excitement and satisfaction on his face. “Could I ask you out on a date?”

Fuck it was tempting. “I’m not looking for anything steady,” I said. “But I’d love to hook up again.” I slipped him a blank card with my cell number, hoping the other men wouldn’t see. It was kind of against the rules to ask guys on dates, since it was made clear that our gatherings were about sex and not match making or, worse, gold-digging. But guys often did it anyway.

Ethan and Russ were the first to go, then George next, not three minutes after them. I had a feeling George was heading off with Russ, surreptitiously. Aaron and Mike begged off about twenty minutes later.

Kevin, Pete and I sat on the king-sized bed, Pete between us, all of us enjoying the proximity and personal contact, with some kissing between conversation.

“Why are you still single Kevin?” Pete asked. It was the kind of personal conversation frowned upon but since it was just us, Pete felt he had the liberty so speak like this.

“I only get off when dressed up,” he shrugged. “Or with a guy who’s dressed up. Kind of limits the options to guys who won’t think you’re a freak.”

“And who’ll play along,” I added. My hands were exploring Pete’s muscular front, not quite Ethan’s fitness-model build but damn fine beneath his polo. “Damn, Pete, you look real good in business casual.” He did, too, the cordovan lace-up shoes set off the outfit.

“I thought of going dressier like Kevin, here,” he answered.

“The Executives got to set a standard,” Kevin smirked. His hands traced Pete’s stomach and joined mine. “Though it’s probably not too long before you’re up for a promotion, Pete.”

“Thanks,” the younger man said.

“But I get to ask the question now,” Kevin added. “Why are you single?”

I’d wondered the same. Pete was in his mid-30s and one good-looking dude-next-door stud, made hotter by his developing fashion sense and tailored suits.

He gave us both a wry smile and answered. “I’m not. I’ve been seeing this guy for a couple of months. He’s older and lives in the suburbs. Works in finance like you, Bill.” My heart sank a little as he told us about his new boyfriend. “I told Jeff about my suit fetish and our little group. It doesn’t interest him, but I have a hall pass for any Saturday I want to come.”

“If it wasn’t for this group, I don’t know what I would have done,” Kevin said. “At least after Bill and I broke up.”

I nodded. “Yeah, this is the best thing ever.”

Pete looked over at me, his eyes beaming and he craned his head up to kiss me. I kissed him back and we were making out. A little giddy, even. I had worried that the Ethan kid would have drained me but I felt excited again, a renewed hardon filling out my trousers, a fact not lost on Pete, whose hand massaged my boner as we kissed.

“Fuck I missed this, Bill.” He might have been talking about my dick, but I suspected it was more. About us, connecting like this. Our kisses grew more heated and I think I heard Kevin chuckle as he watched us on the bed.

I broke my kiss and acknowledged my friend. “Sorry, Kev. We got a little carried away.”

“I’m happy to watch,” he said with a smirk. “You guys are a cute couple.”

Pete reached down and undid my belt. “Come on, Bill,” he growled. “Let me see it.”

I leaned up and let him undo my trousers and reach in to grip my erection. Pete smiled, and I smiled in return. We kissed again. He know reached down and started removing his shoes and undoing khakis. “Help me take them off,” he urged me.

I knelt up and helped pull the pants off. I was rewarded with the sight of two strong, perfectly muscular hairy legs, with over-the-calf socks, and a leaking thick hard tool sticking up along his the tail of his polo shirt.

“Put your shoes back on,” I urged. I wanted to see the socks and cordovans framing those bare legs.

He grinned and I swear his boner twitched as I slipped them back on and laced back up.

As I came back down to kiss him, he wrapped his legs around my waist and hiked his ass up. Pete wanted to get fucked, I knew. The dude was a hungry power bottom, and I loved it. While I didn’t rush to the inevitable, I teased his bare cleft with my dripping hardon for a while before finally pushing in. The existing lube and Kevin’s earlier cum load helped ease the way and we both moaned excitedly.

“How much time you got on your hall pass, buddy?” I teased.

“He’s not waiting up for me, Bill, if that’s what you mean.” I could see him blush and I’m not sure it was appropriate to be bringing up his boyfriend while buried inside him. Still, it gave me a thrill to be boning Pete once more.

“Good,” I growled and started fucking him. Not hard or rough but deep and steady, as the man clung to me and as Kevin jerked his cock watching us mate on the bed.

The whole time, Pete ran his hands along my shirt, feeling the fabric as well as my body filling it out. “Custom?” he asked, his voice growing in excitement.

“Of course,” I answered.

“Fits you like a glove, Bill.” He leaned up and kissed me hungrily. I kissed him back as I fucked him. I wasn’t close yet but I was getting further along toward my orgasm.

“I’d love to cum on your shirt,” Pete finally said. It’s something I wouldn’t often do when I was wearing a favorite tie, but for Business Casual I didn’t have that limitation. I slowed my pumping and maneuvered us so Pete was on top.

The new position worked wonders for us. Pete especially. The very idea he was going to soil my sport shirt with his cum had him shooting off big. Heavy splotchy spurts all over me.

“Oh fuck!” Kevin hissed and knelt up just in time to spray his second load of the night over both of us.

I was three paces behind but held onto Pete’s meaty hips and gritted my teeth and gave it up, deep inside Pete’s hot ass.

Kevin had gone to the restroom while Pete and I basked in the afterglow, my hands on his polo shirted torso, his caressing my chest and shoulders and arms.

“You were hot to trot tonight, Pete,” I said.

He finally dismounted my shrinking dick. “Pretty much. I shouldn’t admit this but that Ethan kid had me pretty jealous,” he said with a jovial smile.

“Maybe I should be jealous of your new boyfriend,” I countered. “I thought you didn’t date older guys.” Pete was the only one in the group I’d ever tried to pursue something regular with.

He got a wistful look on his face. “Damnit, Bill.” He stood up and walked over to grab a few Kleenex to wipe his cum-soaked ass before slipping his khakis back on, tucking in his polo.

“Sorry, bud…” I started to apologize, but just then Kevin opened the bathroom door.

“It’s arctic cold out… you guys can crash here if you want.”

“Nah, I should be getting back,” Pete said.

“I got my car service. At least let me drop you off at Grand Central.” I took a quick piss and straightened up.

“Thanks for organizing again, Kev. I’ll handle the room next time.”

“Sure thing Bill. Good night guys.”

Things were regular between me and Pete as we took the elevator down and waited the few minutes in the hotel lobby for the car to arrive. But as we drove across Midtown our hands edged closer to each other on the car seat, until cold fingers touched cold fingers. My heart pounded. I didn’t want to mess things up with Pete’s new relationship. Hell, I didn’t even know how serious things were with him and his guy.

But our fingers played against one another, affectionately, as Pete looked out the window. Finally as we got to Grand Central, his hand gripped mine for emphasis and he gave me an intent look. “Thanks, Bill. Good night, man.” With that he opened the door and dashed out into the cold night air.

THE SHOE MAN

I skipped the next two gatherings. I was too busy fucking that hottie Ethan.

Our first date was at a nice restaurant and it made me remember what I loved about dating. I mean, sure, there’s the shitty part of it, too. The drama, the flakes, the hard conversations when it’s not working out. But I’d forgotten about the thrill of getting to know a guy right at the beginning and the playfulness of a first date.

It helped that Ethan was a stud. He’d shown up in a blue blazer, pressed dress shirt, repp tie, gingham pocket square, and trousers. “Looking good, my man,” I said as I shook his hand in the restaurant entrance.

“Thanks, Bill,” he blushed.

“I hadn’t pegged you for a trad aficionado,” I said as we had our first cocktail at the bar. “Brooks Brothers?” I asked, noting the box cut.

He nodded. “Yeah, and a few years old. I’ve lost some weight since then.” He paused, shy almost, and added, “I’m still figuring out my dress style, actually.”

“Trad works for you,” I said, “And I normally don’t like trad.” I paused as I took a sip from my cocktail. Ethan really looked cute as fuck: his hair slicked down, his dimples and bright smile gave a clean cut masculine look to his appearance. Youthful, too. “Then again, I rarely see young guys in it.”

The guy smiled and seemed like he wanted to ask something. “Mind if I feel your suit, Bill?”

I smiled and nodded, and his strong hand reached out and ran along the lapel of the navy wool suit that was one of the workhorse suits for the office.

“Fuck… this fabric’s amazing,” Ethan whispered. “You get yours tailored?”

“Yeah,” I said. “My work suits are more conservative in style.” Like many men in our suit-fetish group, I liked to wear slightly bolder patterns and colors when I had a chance, within limits.

Lust was clearly in Ethan’s eyes and he confirmed this. “It’s nice, man. Gives me a fucking boner.” He had an impish look on his face as he said it.

“Can I ask a personal question?” I said.

“Sure,” Ethan nodded, spreading his legs into a jocky stance, maybe to deal with his aforementioned erection.

“How bad you do you have the kink?” I asked.

“What do you mean exactly?” “Like my buddy Kevin… you know from the party… he can only come if he’s dressed up or the guy he’s with is dressed up.”

“Shit, really?” I knew from the answer that Ethan wasn’t wired quite that way, but he seemed turned on by the extreme nature of that kink. “Nah, I’m not quite that bad but it’s like a crazy turn on, the few times I’ve been able to do it. I was so glad I found your guys’ party… it was a dream come true.”

“I’m not like Kevin,” I volunteered. “But I’d be happy if every time I had sex involved suits.” I was in my 40s and had been around the block. But even now I felt a certain relief in being able to be open about my desires. Ethan’s enthusiasm put me at ease.

“Me, too,” the stud beamed. “I mean, I haven’t had much chance to have suit sex and hell, I only have one good suit right now.”

“I bet you look hot in it,” I said.

That made the man smile. “Thanks, Bill. Not as hot as you.” He looked up and down my suited form. “You know, when I first came out, I was all about being the top, but give me a guy in a nice suit, and it’s like a switch gets flicked. I just wanna put out.”

“I think that can be arranged,” I winked.

***

We didn’t fuck that night. Instead, after dinner, I brought Ethan back to my condo, where we made out, slowly, luxuriating in each other’s clothing and feeling the bodies underneath it.

Finally, I unzipped Ethan’s trousers and fished out a rockhard erection. He gasped as I went down on him. Slowly, not rushing or working to bring him off, just give him pleasure. I then leaned back and gestured for him to do the same to me. Only I had to guide him to keep him from working me to completion. Ethan’s an amazing cocksucker, and I commented on that as he finally came up to meet me in a kiss.

“It just comes naturally,” he said. “Besides, this is so incredible. I feel like I could suck you like this all day… your cock sticking out of your suit. It’s one of my favorite things, actually.”

I understood. For guys into suit sex, a man’s erect cock poking out of a suit crotch is invariably one of their favorite things. Maybe THE favorite thing.

“Why don’t we take it to the bedroom?” I asked, “Do a little 69.”

This was one of my favorite suit sex positions, since it allowed each man to experience that rush at the same time. Ethan came quickly, actually, but urged me to keep sucking. I did, and as he brought me off at last I felt his cock spurt its second load on my tongue.

We finally lay back on the bed, still dressed but our spent dicks lying out of our open flies. “I know this is just a casual date, Bill, I’d love to do a lot more of that,” Ethan said.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “That was incredible.” I looked over at him and matched his dopey smile with my own. “Fuck, I can’t believe I have a hotshot personal trainer in my bed and I’m keeping him fully dressed.” We’d talked about our jobs over dinner.

“Would you rather have me nude?” he laughed.

“Probably not, but I’d sure like to see what you got underneath there. Maybe second date…?”

“It’s a plan,” he said. He looked at his watch. “Fuck, I got get up wicked early tomorrow,” he said, his New England accent coming out. “I don’t want to go but…”

“What do you got going on Thursday?” I asked.

“A date with you, I hope,” he grinned.

I nodded. “I want to see your suit and see you out of it.”

***

Ethan looked like a million bucks that Thursday night. In his navy suit… it was off the rack, maybe Brooks Brothers, but a tailor had adjusted it just right. His muscular but trim build helped, too, filling out his checked dress shirt and making his burgundy Macclesfield tie drape perfectly between the mounds of his pec muscle.

I was wearing a subdued charcoal work suit with a pink shirt and a blue pindot tie.

We had typical date conversation. About our jobs, where we were from, our families, what we like to do in our spare time.

In a lull over dinner, Ethan said, “Can I ask you for some advice, Bill?”

“Yeah, shoot…”

“I want to attend another party when I’m next invited.”

“Yeah? You should.”

He nodded but continued with what was on his mind. “Um, do you think this suit is good enough?”

“You’re not going be the best dressed man, there, Ethan,” I said honestly, “but you’re fucking hot.”

“I think you might be a little biased,” he said, flirtatiously.

“I speak the truth,” I asserted. “You look great.” I weighed whether I should say what I was going to say. I decided to take a chance. “But if you want… I’d love to take you to my tailor and set you up for a new suit. Custom shirt, too. My treat.”

“You serious?” he laughed and then seeing my expression added, “Fuck… you are. God, that’s too generous, Bill.”

“I want to do it,” I said firmly. “First, I have the means to, and I know it would make you happy, right?”

He had such an innocence to his expression it was a real turn on. “Um yeah, it’d be awesome, but that’s one hell of a gift…”

I interrupted him. “Second, it’s my kink.”

That caught him off guard.

“I have a Pygmalion fetish… you know, dressing guys up, making them over.”

“Wow,” he said, not put off but definitely surprised. “We’ve covered a lot of territory in two dates, huh?”

“Yep. You bring it out in me,” I said. Ten years earlier, I would have been defensive about being so open and forward on a second date, but now I held my ground. Why not go after what I wanted?

He got a nervous grin. “I’m the raw material you want to mold into shape, huh?”

“Well you’ve got a hell of a head start. You’ve got a strong fashion sense. I’d love to let you take it to another level. Be the man you want to be.”

“Fuck…” Ethan sighed. “I should say no, but something about the idea is boning me the fuck up.”

“It’s settled, then. Find a time early next week and we’ll go get you fitted.”

The smile on his face was worth every penny I was going to spend.

“You know, I haven’t even told you my kink,” Ethan said. “Can you guess?”

A number of things went through my mind, but I was drawing blanks. Till I remembered our first time, at the Business Casual party. “You’re a shoe guy,” I replied proudly.

“Yes, sir.” Ethan said. “Big time. Socks too.”

“I guess I had a lucky hunch our first time, then. You into feet in general?”

“Only if they’ve been wearing leather shoes,” the stud clarified. “But after that I fucking love them.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve done a full-on foot scene.” I had one guy I dated into that but that was easily eight years ago.

“We don’t gotta, but if you want to explore that, I’d be a happy man.”

***

Back at my place we made out, but not as long as that first night. We were too horny and eager to get down to business.

“Strip, Ethan,” I said as we broke from our kiss. “I want to see your hot body.”

He smiled and stood up in front of me while I sat on the couch. He was a natural at strip tease, making the removal of his tie, suit jacket and belt seem sensual but not overly slow. He carefully unlaced his shoes and removed each one. “OK if I put these back on after?”

“Fuck yeah,” I replied in a husky lusty voice.

I know I gasped as he finally removed his dress shirt and pants. The dude was one cut stud. Muscle rippling down his torso, knotty powerful thighs. And as he peeled down his briefs and turned around I saw an amazingly sculpted ass. Dimpled but round cheeks dusted with brown fur in the cleft.

Now the only thing Ethan was wearing was a pair of mid-calf dress socks.

I ran my hands up his strong quads. “First thing… this weekend, I’m getting you some new socks. Over the calf. Sheer.”

“Sound hot,” Ethan said, enthusiastically. Like a lot of newbies he had paid more attention to the outward appearance than details like socks. I stood up, my boner now evident in my suit crotch. “Hold on a second,” I said. I went to my closet and found a pair of nice socks. Navy to go with Ethan’s suit. They weren’t sheer but they were quality wool.

His eyes lit up as I walked back in.

“Here,” I said, handing him the pair and sitting back down in my perch on the couch. “Put these on.”

If Ethan was turned before, his dick was rock hard now as he removed his socks and put the new ones on. God, the thick calf muscle filled them out perfectly. And now Ethan was putting the cordovan bluchers back on his feet, tying the laces again.

He’d barely stood back up when I urged him to stand in front of me, looking away. Leaning forward, I rimmed that fine ass, making love to his hole and the brawn that surrounded it.

Ethan finally stepped away and turned around. “You’re so fucking good at that, sir,” he breathed. Crouching down his started undoing my zipper and pulling out my hardon. I then got treated to ten minutes of Ethan’s prize cocksucking. He knew how to take it slower now, how to edge me.

Finally, he gave the head of my cock a soft kiss then and he had a thrilled expression on his face as his strong hands ran down my suited legs, feeling my thigh, then calves, underneath. I knew where he was going. Indeed, he paused, taking my left shoe in his hands lovingly.

“I guessed wrong before,” he said, caressing the shined black leather with his fingers reverently. “But I’m going with Aldens again. Calfskin.”

“You’d be correct,” I grinned. “My workaday shoe.”

“God,” Ethan breathed excitedly. “I’d love to have this is my everyday shoe. Can I ask a question, Bill? How do you keep from popping a boner wearing suits at work?”

“Who says I do?” I winked. “Seriously, though, I guess I compartmentalize. Not that I don’t check out some of my colleagues.”

He returned his attention to my shoes, first left then right, then left again. “May I, sir?” he asked and I nodded, knowing what he wanted.

Eagerly he leaned forward and lapped at the smooth, soft leather, swiping it with his tongue and moaning a deep sexual moan. Yep, stud Ethan was a shoe guy, all right. His tonguing got more fervent as he got more into it.

Finally he leaned back, breathing heavily. “Fuck, I could almost cum just doing that. You think I’m a sick puppy?”

“Hardly. We both got kinks. That’s why we’re going to spend a lot more time together,” I said. Yeah, I was being presumptuous, but I was on the vibe that Ethan was open to dating, and I knew by now he’d be a hell of a fun guy to date.

“I’d like that,” he said softly. As I looked as his body I took in the sculpted, hard muscle, mostly smooth but with a some soft hair on his torso. Mostly though I registered his utter desire. His dick was rigid and almost red from his excitement.

“Stay right there, bud,” I said. “OK?”

It was my second trip to my bedroom, but Ethan nodded and his eyes followed me as I got up, my hard dick still poking out of my suit. I went to my bedroom and again to my walk-in closet. I tried to keep my shoe acquisition under control, relatively speaking. I had six nice pairs of dress shoes, not counting my more beat-up or rubber-soled shoes for casual attire or inclement weather. I’d splurged on a bespoke pair but while they were my most comfortable they weren’t my favorite. That would be an English pair, chestnut oxfords with beautiful burnish and broguing. I removed my Aldens and slipped those on instead, fastidiously tying the laces. A quick check in the mirror gave me the confirmation that the entire outfit would impress Ethan. I retucked my shirt into my trousers and walked back out to the living area, where Ethan was waiting patiently.

“Fuck!” he growled on seeing me.

“Edward Greens,” I announced, sitting back down on the couch. “My favorite pair. Maybe they can become yours, too.”

I think he thought he’d be tongue worshiping these like the Aldens but instead I nudge my right foot up against his crotch eliciting a moan. His bare prick rubbed against them as I moved my foot back and forth.

“Feel good?” I asked.

“Yes, sir,” he huffed. He looked down at the sight of his erection against the true object of his affection. “Damn, those shoes are beautiful, sir.”

“I think they’d look better with your cum on them,” I suggested.

“Oh fuck, sir.” Ethen really liked that idea. “Can I?”

“Yeah, bud. You’re my shoe man. Gotta keep these puppies polished with your cum.”

He was now actively humping my shoe, holding my ankle steady. “Oh man. Oh fuck, I’m gonna. Oh SHIT!”

That beautiful hard cock spurted its seed, soaking my shoe and getting a couple of spurts on my pant leg. Ethan rode out his orgasm but the dribbles had barely stopped when he leaned forward and dove on my cock. Going for the kill. Excited, grateful, I don’t know which, but his skills were in full force, practically sucking the load straight out of my balls. I had a deep, powerful cum.

I could get used to Ethan’s blowjobs, I decided.

As I came down from my orgasm, my date got up and found a dry washcloth in the bathroom. Gingerly, he wiped off the cum from my shoe and buffed it a little. “I’ll give these a proper conditioning and polish for you, if you like,” he offered. Polishing shoes was a chore I generally didn’t relish, but it was part of Ethan’s love of shoes. I could see a win-win situation developing.

“So, Ethan. When do I get to host you to stay overnight?”

“Weekends are usually good,” he replied. “But if the sex gets hotter between us, I’m not sure if I can handle it, Boss.”

He met me for a soft kiss, and I took the time to explore his mostly naked body.

The Fitting

“You sure about this, Bill?” I’d met Ethan during a late lunch hour to take him to my tailor. He’d shown up in khakis and a dress shirt, with a pair of dress shoes in his bag.

“Absolutely. And stop worrying about this. I’m happy to treat you. No strings, either.” I gave him a wink. “You’re a good looking young man who needs a good suit.”

That suit would not be ready for Ethan’s debut suit party with The Boardroom. His tailored navy Brooks Brothers one would have to do in the meantime, and he did look good in it. At a future event he’d be able to step up his game.

Ethan smiled and leaned forward to whisper. “I had to jerk off before coming. I don’t want to get a bone when your tailor measures me.”

“You’re Boardroom material, all right,” I chuckled.

My tailor’s great. Not the cheapest but he does solid work and doesn’t cut corners. And he’s discreet. Ethan was the second man I’d brought here to get fitted and Capollini didn’t even raise an eyebrow. He’d just get down to business.

He was like that with Ethan, asking the young man what he wanted but also checking in with me subtly in case I was the one making the decisions.

I let Ethan describe his dream suit, from silhouette to fabric to finishings. I chimed in just a couple of times with suggestions. He asked me for advice with the fabric. I think part of it was him not wanting to spend too much of my money, since fabrics can wildly raise the price of a suit. But he also seemed overwhelmed by the options. I helped him pick a suitable mid-weight wool solid. A lighter shade of mid-gray. Sometimes newbies want flashy patterns, but Ethan seemed to understand that something practical was in order for his second suit.

Capollini was great, didn’t act like anything was unusual. He gave us a delivery date of four weeks. At which point Ethan would come in for a second fitting.

“See you tonight, Bill?” Ethan asked, beaming when we walked out.

“Yeah,” I said. “I have a feeling I was going to get majorly laid tonight.” I had to get back to work, Ethan too, or I would have arranged a session right then.

“You think so?” he chuckled.

I nodded. “Oh yeah. I wish I could capture the look on your face right now. Happy, excited, turned on… maybe a little grateful.”

“Christ, you’re making me feel like a hustler,” he grimaced.

I patted his shoulder. God the young stud was solid in his build. “No strings, man, honest. It’s just a bonus to see you happy.”

That seemed to mollify him. “I am. Thanks Bill. This is the most incredible gift I’ve ever gotten.” He paused and continued, “Listen…. I’d like to do something for you in return.”

“You don’t have to,” I interrupted.

“I want to. Really. Anyway, I thought maybe I could offer you free training sessions. If you’re interested.”

“Seriously, it’s no quid pro quo Ethan… but yeah, a few training sessions would be great.”

“Awesome,” he beamed. I could tell he was happy I’d accepted and that he could do something for me. I got the feeling he wasn’t feeling right about taking an expensive gift. “We’ll talk tonight.”

“All right,” I said. “I better be off. See you around 7?”

***

That night I did get majorly laid.

Ethan came by my place before dinner, dressed in his navy suit, light blue shirt and burgundy grenadine tie. “You’re gonna get sick of seeing me in this,” he said, apologetically as he stepped inside.

“Fuck no,” I said. “You look hot in it.”

He did, too. A good suit will flatter any man, make him look hotter. But a hot body like Ethan’s makes a good suit look outstanding.

Our lips met. A peck at first, then deeper.

“Fuck, Bill, you look good tonight,” he said, running his fingers along my suit coat. I’d gone with one of my more assertive patterns… a blue wool suit with a faint windowpane pattern, crisp white shirt with French cuffs, a striped textured silk tie and pink-gray Hermes pocket square.

“You too, man,” I said, meeting him in a deeper kiss and running my hands to cup his suited ass. Ethan had an incredible ass. If it weren’t for the suit thing, he’d be five levels out of my league.

“How much time we have?” he asked, more breathless now.

“As much as we want,” I grinned. I hadn’t made a reservation.

“I want you to fuck me, Bill,” he said softly but with a sexual urgency to his voice. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

I nodded. I’d been thinking about it all day, too. I reached down and started undoing his belt as he met me for another kiss.

It didn’t take long for me to have his suit trousers down mid thigh and to turn him to face away from my, showing off his backside, where a jock strap framed his beautiful hard buns. Playfully, I pulled the strap and let it snap back against his cheek.

“Nice,” I said, running my fingers along the smooth skin. I got the feeling Ethan kept it shaved to show off one of his best assets.

“You like it?” he asked, looking back over his shoulder. “I wasn’t sure if you went for straps.”

“Dude, you could wear a union suit and that ass would still look amazing. But yeah, I like jock straps.” I dug my finger into the cleft where I could feel a tacky slickness. “Fuck… you’re lubed.”

“Yes, sir, Boss. Lubed and ready.”

“Fuck,” I hissed, pulling down my zipper. I’d gone commando to facilitate suit play like this but I didn’t anticipate how immediately Ethan would want to get boned. Not that I was complaining. My cock was firming up to full-on a fuck hard as I pulled it out and gave a quick pump to tease it into place.

“Umf…” Ethan grunted as I penetrated him. He was a good bottom, though I think the suits had a lot to do with how receptive he was. Still, I’d rushed my entry and had to hold steady in him as I ran my hands along his dress shirt, feeling up his tie in the process.

“You’re such a stud,” I growled. “You look perfect in a suit.”

I could feel his asshole relax a little on my cock so I pushed in deeper, slower this time. “You enjoy your fitting today?” I teased, running my hand underneath the flap of his suit coat to tease his nipple.

Ethan hissed excitedly. “Fuck yeah, Boss. Was glad I’d jerked off beforehand, or I would have been boned as fuck the whole time.”

“You’re gonna be so fucking hot in that suit,” I said and started thrusting into him. “The guys at the Boardroom parties aren’t gonna be able to keep their hands off you.”

I wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say. After all, Ethan and I had gone on a few dates. I wasn’t sure how he’d take to the suggestion of doing other guys.

Turns out he was on the same wavelength. “Can’t wait, sir,” he growled, lust in his voice. “Wanna learn to live up to you guys’ standards.”

I fucked harder. Ethan was definitely opening up for me now. I held onto his hips for leverage. “You’re on the way there, man.” I kissed the back of his neck, right above his shirt collar. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you were an executive by the age of 30.”

“Fuck!” Ethan hissed. He liked the idea of that. A lot. “For real, Bill?”

“Fuck yes,” I replied. “You got the looks. And the fashion sense. And I’ll help you out with the suits… you help me get in shape and I’ll make you be the man you wanna be Ethan.”

“Oh Fuck.” Ethan was coming. He didn’t always have a quick trigger but he was getting there. His excitement was going to get me there with him. I thrust faster and felt up his suit. Yeah, he’d turn heads at the next party. I grunted and shot up deep in him.

We uncoupled and kissed.

“Wanna clean up?” I asked as I pulled out a kleenex to wipe my spent cock.

“Yeah,” he said. His face was flushed red from the excitement and exertion. It was an adorable look on him. He hiked his trousers up over his butt and leaned forward to meet me in a soft kiss. “Thanks, Bill.”

“I should be thanking you,” I grinned.

I went to the kitchen to make a drink for us, and I heard the shower start. As I went back to my master bath I saw Ethan’s suit and dress shirt laid out neatly on the back of a chair. I decided I would join him and proceeded to strip down. I brought two G&Ts into the bathroom, setting them down before stepping into the steamy shower.

“Back for more?” Ethan grinned.

“Don’t have that recovery time,” I admitted, “But I wanted to see that beautiful body of yours.” Like I said, Ethan was way out of my league body wise. It was just perfect. My hands reached out and started caressing the wet soapy torso, from the bulging pecs to the taut abs.

We kissed. Ethan was a good kisser and getting better each time as he responded to my lead.

“Can I ask something, Bill?” he said, in a relaxed good mood.

“Sure.” My hands traveled to his back and then down along his ass.

“What are we doing? Dating? Something else?”

“Guess I wasn’t in a rush to put a label on it,” I said defensively. “I told you from the start I wasn’t looking for anything serious. Still not.”

He nodded. I think he was a little bothered but he also seemed to expect that answer. “That’s cool. It’s just sometimes you can be a little intense, you know?”

“Intense?”

“You know, not only sexually but emotionally. And then there’s the suit thing.”

“I’m giving mixed signals you’re saying?”

“Kinda. Yeah.” He looked more assured in his response. For a young guy Ethan was strangely mature about these things.

“Sorry bud…. Thing is I like you. Like going on dates, like fucking you, like sharing the suit fetish with you. I’ll happily continue doing that, but I’m not looking for a relationship now. If that’s too complicated for you I understand if you don’t want that.”

“Nah, I’m good. I like you, too, Bill. Not gonna lie, if circumstances were different you’d be grade-A boyfriend material. But casual’s good too.”

We kissed, more romantically even, lots of soft slow tongue. Ethan had a knowing grin as we parted. “You can’t help yourself can ya you bastard?”

“What?” I laughed.

“Laying on the charm.”

I winked. “Just want you around to put out.”

Ethan reached down to cup my dick. It was hard again, though not fully engorged erect. “Fuck yeah,” he hissed, caressing my prick with his wet fingers. “But since we’re casual, I’m gonna hook up with other men, too.”

“That’s more than fair,” I said. “You should. I’ll be doing the same at the next party.”

“When you going next?”

“Saturday. Black tie night.”

“Fuck, I bet you look amazing in a tux,” he said.

“You should see George. Something about a black tux sets off his salt and pepper.”

“You trying to egg me on,” Ethan smiled.

“You have a thing for George?” I teased.

“I have a thing for all the guys when they’re dressed up. But I’d love to see George’s salt and pepper hair as he blew me.” He had a sheepish look on his face, as if he was unsure if he’d gone too far in openly talking about other men.

“I’m 100% sure you’ll get your wish. George loves giving head.”

I could feel Ethan’s hardon nudge against my stomach. Unlike mine his was a rockhard spike, ready for round two. I reached over and turned off the water. Then I got down in front of him and started licking him, tasting that fresh younger cock, before taking it into my mouth.

“Fuck yeah, Boss,” Ethan hissed, looking down excitedly as I blew him.

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The New Spartan trials

The day of my trial dawned bright and fair, a good day for it my mentor assured me.

“You do not want to have to undertake the trial on a wet, cold and unpleasant day,” he told me. “Better that it is clear and warm, not too hot, but warm enough to be pleasant.”

“How long is the trial,” I asked. “How will I know it is ended?”

He smiled and patted my arm reassuringly, “You’ll know when it is at an end. As to its length – that is a matter the Masters decide and it is tailored to the candidate.” He paused and studied me a moment. “You are well formed and athletic, I expect that your trial will be long enough to show that to advantage.”

“What happens when it is finished?” I asked. “Will I be returned here to the barracks if I am judged unsuitable?”

“Unlikely,” he responded. “When you leave here this morning you will not return. No one returns after the trials.” He smiled, “Come, we must prepare you, the examiners will be with us shortly and you must not keep them waiting.”

The preparations were thorough; first I underwent a cleansing, a complete evacuation of the bowels and the bladder. Then I was washed and my body and oiled my skin so that its softness and tone were enhanced and finally I was led into the Chamber of Harnessing. My heart skipped a beat as my eye fell upon the harness that would soon embrace my torso. It was heavier and far more restrictive in appearance than I had been led to understand. And I rapidly discovered that it had several features designed to excite and enhance my sexual organs and to restrict the use of my hands.

“This is sometimes difficult the first time,” my mentor told me. “Stand here and I will assist you to don it properly and easily.”

I stood where he indicated and he hefted the harness and carried it to me, fitting it loosely so that it hung from my shoulders by the chest harness part. Following his instructions I now drew the crotch corset carefully to myself and inserted my cock and balls through the heavy ring, then separated my scrotum and inserted it through a smaller ring followed by my now slightly swollen cock through a third. Mentor Alex applied a tool to the rings in succession and they tightened slightly so that now it would be almost impossible to remove them and the tightness caused me to rise to a full erection as he worked.

He smiled and said, “You respond well. Now let us secure the waist corset and adjust the rest.” Quickly he worked and soon I found myself embraced by the heavy leather corset that enclosed me from the ribs to the hips, the front diving down to my crotch to secure the rings and a pair of jock-like straps between my legs lifted my buttocks and secured the base to the back. My chest was now confined by the harness embracing that part of me and the final part, a heavy collar to which the upper sections of the harness were linked, was now fastened round my neck. A soft click as the buckle was secured alerted me to the fact that every buckle was secured by a small brass lock. Only someone with a key, presumably at the destination following my trial, would be able to release me. 

With the harness secured, Mentor Alex turned his attention to my erection and my balls and said, “Now we must protect your assets P46. This leather sheath and case is designed to completely encase them and attach to the corset. It ensures that you do not damage yourself and it also helps to ensure you cannot relieve your pleasure rod without release.” Carefully he fitted the bright red leather to my tool and over my stretched balls, engaging a tongue between my legs and then inserting another into a lock at the front. The contrast between the red leather and the black of the harness was stark and I was immediately struck by how closely the leather seemed to be moulded to my dick, as if it had been modelled exactly to fit me. Stepping back he said, “There, now we must fit your boots.”

The boots proved to be chaps style, the legs reaching my crotch before being cut to the sides at front and rear to be attached to the corset on my hips. Once zipped and buckled they hugged my legs tightly and restricted, to a small degree, my knee movement. Again they made an amazing sight on my legs, and the whole outfit left only my buttocks and anus uncovered. I wondered about this as he fitted cuffs to my wrists and secured these to my hips, a position from which it was immediately obvious I could neither reach my crotch nor prevent any access to my rear.

“Now you are ready,” Mentor Alex announced at last. “Follow me to the Trial Arena.” He smiled. “Don’t worry, for most it is soon over and you can look forward to a life in a Master’s Household. For some though,” he cautioned, “The trial is but the beginning of many. Do not surrender too easily; the best rewards are to be found after Level Four.” 

With that he ushered me through the heavily barred door at the end of the corridor. We all knew this door, the door to the trial grounds. Rumour said it opened into a deep cavern, others said it was an entrance to the arena and still others that it led, by way of a tunnel, to the country outside the city. I found myself in a sort of vestibule being greeted by a smiling man clad in an excitingly skin tight suit of black rubber which shone with polish. It covered his whole body, only his face exposed as even his head was covered in the rubber, and his feet were encased in close fitting boots that reached his knees. And my eyes were drawn to the shape of his genitals revealed by the tight rubber covering his crotch. Something appeared very different about them but I could not determine what.

“P46? Welcome to your trial.” His smile was warm and welcoming, “I will explain the process and then you will be permitted to enter the first level. You must work your way through each level in turn and there are six levels.” He eyed my for a moment, “Few complete all six, very few, but even those who do not are rewarded according to the level they achieve, provided they get beyond Level Two with at least one enhancement or more than four penalty alterations.”

“What happens to those who fail to achieve that?” I asked.

“They are sent to the morphing unit and undergo permanent physical alteration to suit the Masters desires and then become permanent servants of the trials.” He smiled, “You will encounter several and must avoid them or overcome them to win the jewels they guard. It requires cunning for some and agility and dexterity for others.” Quickly he explained the process, warning that all body contact, whether successful in escape or not, incurred a penalty, and I realised it was based upon the video games we had played since early childhood, except that now I was one of the figures in a game that was all too real. As I had been very much a master of these games, I suspected that I would find my feet and discover the manner in which I could overcome the obstacles fairly quickly. Even so, it was with some trepidation that I passed through the next door and found myself in the reality of the Underworld Maze of the Mangaboys. I studied the plan carefully, I had to find the six golden keys, these would release my hands and give me a fighting chance of overcoming the guardian demons who, I now knew could only hope for a return to something more human if they could overcome and impregnate me. I decided on my path and noted the alternative routes from each possible ambush point and set off. 

Quickly I found the first key, but it was mounted high and I had to retrieve it with my mouth, standing on tip toe to reach it. I had barely recovered it when the first Mangaboy found me and tried to corner me. I evaded him and found the second key, but it was guarded by another Mangaboy. It was now I noticed something about them, they seemed to be totally sealed into their rubber suits, even their genitalia being sealed into a tight and rather small bulge at the crotch. Their hands too were spatulate and without fingers, but it was when the first one opened his mouth that I saw how they would impregnate anyone they caught – their tongues were long and thick penises. Thinking fast, I feinted down a short passage and when they followed, double swiftly back knocking one into the other to charge past as they desperately tried to grasp me and grabbed the key. Then I dived down the next tunnel on my list and retrieved the third key. The path to the next was guarded so I detoured and attempted to find the fourth or fifth by another route. Here I was frustrated by the Mangaboys, I wasn’t sure if it was the same pair I had earlier encountered – it didn’t matter –  but found the sixth key, again mounted high and I had to leap to reach it, knocking it to the ground and then swiftly bending to retrieve it before once more evading my pursuers. 

Fortune favoured me for I found the next key unguarded and easily retrieved, but the last took some time to achieve and almost became my undoing for I found myself surrounded on three sides as I turned to make my way to the exit. I had just determined to knock the nearest boy to the ground (incurring a further penalty for having to make body contact again!) and escape past him when the lights flashed several times and a siren sounded. Instantly the Mangaboys froze and slumped resignedly. Recognising the signal I walked forward and found myself passing through a previously concealed door into a new scenario which I recognised as the Court of Fabled Beasts. But now I was intercepted by another rubber clad figure who signalled me to follow him first into a small vestibule.

“Six keys,” he smiled, “Impressive, most get only four. But one double body contact means you lose one enhancement credit, leaving you five. You may only carry three to the next Level and must use two now – unless you wish to use all five of course.”

“I’ll use three,” I said quickly, “what will they give me? Freedom of my hands?”

He smiled, “Partially. You may buy elbow cuffs to replace those currently holding your wrists. That is one credit; the remainder must go toward enhancing some part of your anatomy.”

I thought quickly, “Then let me have the elbow cuffs.” I looked down and grinned, “And whatever two credits will do to my penis.”

He laughed, “Very well, step this way.”

Ten minutes later I was once more in the entrance to Level two, a little stunned and more than a little nervous as I looked down at the nine inches of penis now standing ahead of me encased in tight red leather, my scrotum bulging beneath it. I should have been more cautious, but it was too late now, my new enlarged organ was going to be a handicap if this Level followed the same pattern as the video game, but I could only hope it would not be too much in the way. This was going to be difficult I thought as I planned my strategy for reaching the next exit.  At least the “treasures” I needed to collect were all fairly easily identified and, unlike Level one which was a maze, this level involved traversing four different terrains each guarded by a particular fabled ‘beast’. If it ran to the same plan as the video each would be bound to his particular area. Cautiously I stepped forward and discovered that I was in luck, the beast of this first area was nowhere to be seen. If I was right he should have been a Centaur like beast, though with two legs not four. I advanced into the first set of cover and then the next. I had almost reached the place I thought the treasure would be when I heard a snort and turned to find the ‘beast’ by his size and development, my own age, behind me. He was naked but his legs were those of a horse and so was his head. His hands too were hooves – but his penis was a stallion’s, and he was obviously ready to make me his mare!

Desperately I dodged. He was quick and very nimble, but I was just that fraction more agile, fear lending speed to my reflexes as I evaded him. There followed a desperate chase until, by luck alone I stumbled across the treasure and snatched it quickly. Instantly he stopped and fell to his knees, his head bowed in submission. I thought fast, the rules allowed me to place a bridle on him and take him with me, so I looked about and saw the bridle on a branch of a nearby tree. Retrieving it I slipped it on his head and fastened it.

 “Come,” I commanded, “You will now assist me in the next task.” Taking the halter rope I led him forward and soon was glad I had done so since, by the rules of the trial he must now defend me – which was just as well since the next beast was a fawn, legs of a goat, horns and genitals that made my own look small – and faster than I could ever be. I sacrificed my ponyboy to his lust and found the treasure while they were coupled – then I harnessed the fawn and compelled them both to accompany me on the next and finally the last, though here, the wolf that guarded the treasure was much too cunning and I escaped empty handed having almost been impregnated through my overconfidence. As it was, his penis had touched my anus and therefore at the next entrance I suffered the loss of two treasures and paid a forfeit. I entered the next Level therefore with one arm a tentacle and wearing a muzzle.

The third level was easier than I had expected, partly because I discovered very rapidly that the tentacle was much more versatile than my restrained arms had been. Of the five ‘jewels’ I won four and made it to the exit having had only one encounter with one of the guardians. But it was one that had managed to encase my leather sheathed cock in its trunk-like organ and almost succeeded in making me ejaculate before I had managed to pull free and escape. I reached the vestibule to find a Judge waiting for me.

“You came close there,” he smiled, “But you escaped, well done. However, your penalty is to have your remaining arm converted to a tentacle and your muzzle replaced by an open gag hood.”

I submitted to this wondering what lay in store now. This level had several obstacles I would need my arms to negotiate, though if both tentacles were as strong as my arms had been, I stood a chance of winning through. Only one guardian stood between me and the next level now and I knew that even though he was powerful, the obstacles were something he could not easily negotiate. I entered his domain and headed straight for the first major obstacle, reaching it barely ahead of the guardian and discovered that my surmise regarding the tentacles was almost right and I hauled myself to safety shaking with fright. The descent was easier and I was almost at the second obstacle before my pursuer managed to spy me. From the top of this one I spied out the land quickly because it was an easier one for him to negotiate and then set off at an angle he would not expect – or so I thought. I ran straight into him.

In desperation my tentacles found his penis and I did my best to distract him from his obvious intention to impregnate me and make me his replacement by trying to pleasure him using the tendril like protrusions with which my spatulate “hands” were now equipped. To my relief and surprise, he groaned and I felt the gush of his ejaculation as it erupted straight into my face, some even penetrating the open gag and trickling into my mouth. Barely able to see I tore myself loose and plunged toward the obstacle and the exit, finding the only ‘Golden Galleon’ coin it contained as I stumbled down the final few steps.

I staggered to a halt in the vestibule as the Judge stepped forward, a frown creasing his brow. The spunk dripping down my head and shoulders told one story, but now I became aware that more dripped from my buttocks and I held my breath as he examined me. 

Finally he said, “You have been resourceful and lucky so far. He has not succeeded in impregnating you so you may continue, but you must now pay a further forfeit. Your penis will be reduced to a clitoris. You will gain breasts as a result. The hood will be replaced by a more restrictive one for the next Level. Come with me.”  

Twenty minutes later I stepped forward into the new Level with my reshaped crotch covered by a tiny scrap of leather and the unaccustomed weight of small, firm, breasts dragging on my chest. Fortunately for me, this re-arrangement, plus my new found caution, actually made it easier to evade the two guardians as I searched for the crystal eggs, finally emerging unscathed from the Level clutching four of the five I could have found in my spatulate ‘hands’.

“Well done,” the Judge said as I emerged, a little breathless, into the vestibule. He checked the eggs and confirmed the credits and other treasures I had managed to collect. “A good collection,” he said looking me over. “Not enough to fully restore yourself, but enough to give you entry to this Level. You may want to consider purchasing an enhancement or a restoration of some part of yourself before you proceed.” He eyed my feminised crotch and added, “You will have need of a penis if you are to succeed.”

I thought for a moment, then asked, “Can I restore my own and still get an enhancement as well?”

He checked his tablet and nodded, “That is permissible, but it would be a very limited restoration. What did you have in mind?”

I shook my head, “It doesn’t matter I think. But can my tongue be converted to a penis? Preferably tentacle-like rather than the normal arrangement?”

He studied me for a moment, then nodded, “Yes, that is allowed, though it is normally considered a penalty.” He frowned, “Why?”

I grinned, “If my assessment of this level is right, the guardian I must overcome will seek to impregnate my mouth. If I can use my penis to block that and perhaps turn the tables on him, I will have an advantage.”

“Very well.” He smiled slyly. “Step this way and it shall be done.”

Ten uncomfortable minutes later I was released from the morphing machine. The Judge smiled as I advanced toward him and asked, “Well, are you satisfied with your new organ?”

I returned the smile and attempted a reply, “’eth,” was as far as I got, the rest of my speech was unintelligible as my ‘tongue’ emerged from my lips, the glistening glans already swelling as it elongated and stiffened to its full length. I was shocked, it wasn’t a tentacle at all – I now had a full eight inches of penis, stiff and erect, protruding from my mouth.

He laughed. “Well, well, it seems the pattern of a penis is that it must always be capable of erection, not just a muscle. Well, good luck, though I suspect you will not need any.”

It had cost me two ‘eggs’ but I now had a penis, though not where a man normally carries it. I stepped into the domain warily. There were two Guardians at this level and I had to somehow avoid or overcome both in order to obtain the prize. And I was not long in encountering the first. And now I had a problem, for I had to answer his questions in order to pass – and my tongue was now my penis!

The beast before me smiled and said, “If you cannot speak, then prepare to receive my seed.”

With a massive effort I managed, “I han thpeak!” My eyes took in his appearance, a man with the head of a bull and hooves for feet, but it was his massive sheathed penis that drew my attention for I knew that failure to answer his question would see me submitting to it.

“Impressive,” the beast looked disappointed, “Then answer my question. What is the proper state of a novice in the presence of his Master?”

“Thu no’ith muth’ a’ all thimeth be harnethed ath hith math’er liketh,” I had to pause as my penis tongue was stiffening into an erection again, but managed to finish, “an’ thatith’y hith math’er’th thethireth!” My penis tongue now seemed longer and harder as it now forced its way to its full size rendering further speech impossible.

 “Very good,” the beast said. “But not very intelligible was it? I will allow your passage but will penalise you – you shall wear this.” He produced a large strap-on dildo, “Remove your crotch cover.”

“Ah han’th,” I managed and used my tentacles to show that my spatulate ‘hands’ could not undo the buckles.

“Very well,” he stepped forward and removed the crotch cover revealing the vulva that now adorned my crotch. It took me a moment to realise that the dildo had a plug attached to its base and this was inside my anus and the whole being strapped firmly in place before I could protest. When he had finished I had a twelve inch shiny rubber penis complete with large balls jutting proudly from my crotch while the large butt plug anchored it in my anus and a set of stimulators teased my tiny penis in its hiding place. “There, my tentacled one.” He laughed. “Now you are ready to face the final Guardian.” His hand caressed the swollen tip of my tongue penis and he added, “Make good use of your attributes, for if you do not I will yet have my pleasure with you.”

It was not easy walking now, the stimulation in my crotch was distracting me, but I managed to move carefully, if slowly, to a place where I could see the lair. I surveyed the paths before me; the Elven was a wily guardian and would be upon me quickly if I gave the slightest opening. The paths seemed clear so I weighed up my options and decided to try the nearer path, hoping that it followed the pattern of the video game as had the others. I had to find at least three of the keys on this level if I hoped to be restored to my former state, so I set out cautiously and began collecting the tablets needed to release keys or exchange for release from some of the traps. 

This was a deceitful level I knew, full of unexpected snares and it wasn’t long before I found the first. After paying the release, I was more careful, but soon found myself paying again for release from another. At least I had a pouch now filled with the tablets and could concentrate on finding the first key. I saw it just as the Elven Guardian found me. In desperation I sprinted for it, throwing caution to the winds and managed to whip a tentacle around it just as the silver skinned guardian laid a slender hand on my neck.

I brandished the key, unable to say the words I knew had to be said because my tongue penis was fully erect and unresponsive.

“So,” the Elven Guardian studied me, “you have the key – and a few amusing attributes besides. Very well, I must allow you to pass on this attempt.” It studied me for a moment longer, then said, “You have three minutes before I am free to pursue, use them well.”

By sheer luck I found several tablets just after leaving him and collected these in passing, then spotted the second key and made a dash for it, narrowly avoiding a trap in the process. As I grasped the key with my spatulate tentacle hand, the ground opened beneath me and I tumbled into a pen, the key firm in my grasp. Transferring this to my pouch I took stock. The floor of the pen was soft and difficult to walk on, but had cushioned my fall, a door to one side offered an escape and I tried it. It opened into a second chamber and I found myself staring at another harnessed figure, strapped spread-eagled in a manner that suggested I was expected to use my sexual equipment on him. I considered this carefully, it seemed to be a trap, and I examined all the other possible exits carefully, the youth’s eyes following me as I circled.

“There is only one way out,” he said, slowly. “You have no choice but to impregnate me, that will release a door through which you can exit.” He considered me carefully as I stared at him, adding, “But I’m not sure how it will work with you.”

I moved between his raised legs and noted the lubrication around his anus and the heavy restraint on his penis preventing me from stimulating him. I nodded, “Thith wi’ be bo’ en’s.”

He nodded and I slipped the dildo into him, drawing a gasp from him as I did so. Then, carefully, I leaned into him and brushed my penis tongue to his lips. He opened his mouth and accepted it gently, using his own tongue to stimulate me. Carefully, and after a fair amount of experimenting, I managed to find a rhythm which stimulated my crotch and seemed to be stimulating him as well, then we got down to the serious business of bringing me to an ejaculation. I wasn’t even sure I could, but I was damned well going to try – I had one more key to find!

It took ten minutes, but then my crotch seemed to convulse beneath the dildo base even as the tip of my penis tongue exploded in sensation. I felt the ooze of spunk between my legs and felt a rush of relief as I tried to withdraw carefully, thanking my companion clumsily. He grinned, “My pleasure. Good luck, you’re going to need it!”

I found the door now unlocked and hurried out and up the short flight of steps. The way seemed clear so I moved quickly again finding a cache of tablets which I collected and moved on quickly. The third key fell to me unexpectedly easily, but now I found I had to negotiate my way right across the domain – and I knew the Elven Guardian would be lying in wait. There was only one path and I took it, grateful at least that my tongue was now soft and pliable and once more enclosed in my mouth. The silken cord embraced my upper body so quickly and so effectively that I could not escape. Once more the silver figure appeared from the foliage and stepped closer.

“So you escaped the pit and the honey snare? It seems I cannot impregnate you either as you are sealed and your oral opening has your organ filling it.” He smiled, “Clever. But I have caught you and now you have a choice, use your treasure and keys to buy your release or become my slave and plaything for a period.”

I indicated my pouch and managed to convey that I would pay.

“Are you sure?” He studied me, “Do you know what that would mean for you?”

My heart sank; I had a feeling it would be something worse than I already was. 

“I see you do not know, but you can guess. You will remain in this form, half male and half female, unable to plant your seed in anyone else, but accepting theirs.” He studied me for a moment more, “Think carefully, my service is not onerus and you will be free to go on to your fate tomorrow.”  

I thought about it, “I thubmi’ ‘o ‘u.”

He smiled, “Excellent. Then come with me.”

My ‘service’ to him was not onerous, and he did not require my submitting to his impregnation, rather the opposite. He enjoyed my tongue while I used the dildo on a fresh slave of the ‘pit’ in preparation for a new candidate. 

“It seems that few of today’s candidates have your determination or ability,” my Elvin ‘master’ said, sharing a meal with me and his servant of the pit. “Only one has reached the fourth level in a condition that made continuing possible.” He smiled. “He will be several days in the service of the Centaur …”

I wanted to ask how many of the candidates passed unscathed through the Maze of Transition, but struggled to make myself plain. Eventually he understood.

He laughed. “Why, none. No one leaves here the same as he entered it.” He watched me for a moment as I considered this. “Everyone leaves the Maze with some change to his anatomy, as you will tomorrow. Some choose not to leave. I am one, and others among the guardians of the levels have also chosen to remain.” He shrugged. “It has its rewards.”

“It does.” the ‘servant’ grinned. “Any time you want to give me another dose of that dildo and your tongue …”

 Despite my shock at learning I would leave the Maze without being fully restored to my original state, I laughed. I managed to ask a further question. An important one. What would happen once I was released from the Maze?

The silver elf smiled. “You probably have enough treasure points to restore your male organ to its usual position and form.” He chuckled. “But I think you may have at least one tentacle arm in future.” Pausing he studied me. “You will be assigned a Master who will determine your future fetish and become your ‘protector’ and companion until you are of an age to become one yourself, and to be assigned your own qualifier from the Maze.”

And so it transpired. I had survived the Maze, reached the final level, and passed despite the penalty. I passed the final door to be greeted by the ultimate judge. He smiled as I entered.

 “Ah, the enterprising youth. Empty your pouch into the machine and let us see what your future holds.” He watched as I tipped the pouch carefully into the receptacle. “Very good. You did well. You have earned the restoration of your genitals and one arm.” He hesitated. “The breasts will be reduced, but the nipples will remain full sized. Step into the modifier and follow the instructions.”

 I’d expected to retain at least one arm as a tentacle, but the nipples were a shock. I obeyed the instruction and inserted my right arm into the levees, my tongue penis into the tube, and my crotch into the form with my small breasts in the forms positioned to receive them. Metal clamps embraced me, holding me firmly in position, and then the process began. The sensations were incredible. Erotic and stimulating in the extreme, and I emerged after an hour weak and rather dazed. 

 “Take a drink of this.” The attendant offered me a glass of what appeared to be fruit juice, and I drank it  gratefully. “Right, you seem to have everything you should have back to normal.” He smiled. “Except for the tentacle arm of course, and those impressive nipples.”

I smiled weakly. “Thanks. What now?” It felt a little strange have my tongue returned to normal.

“We exchange the harness for the latex outfit your Master has ordered.” 

The latex suit fitted like a second skin. It felt good, So did the knee high boots, and the light harness over the suit. My genitals filled the moulded pouch tightly, and looked slightly larger than they had been. I said so.

“Be glad then.” The attendant grinned. “And now your Master waits. Off you go, and well done, you won’t forget this moment, your rite of passage.”

I stepped through the exit and stopped as I recognised the waiting man, like me dressed in tight latex. “You’re my Master?”

Deimos of Sparta Four smiled. “I am, and Subs — especially one with a tentacle for an arm and the nipples of a girl — should not forget it.”

 I smiled, and adopted the required position, on one knee before my Master, head bowed in submission. “Then I am yours, Master. Teach me the ways to please you.”

“I accept your submission, Leonides of the Schola of Alexii. Now stand and follow me, I wish to begin your training as my latex sub immediately.”