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Stans older Brother Terry looked embarrassed having lost His Anal Virginity, Being Fucked for Hours by Kerem and learning that he had been observed by his Older Brother Alan.  Alan leant down and stated “Relax Bruv as I’ve been having it off with my 3 Liam, Lee and Alec,  since that night in the pub.” Looking at his stunned face he went on “We will talk later yeah.” “Yeah Ok” Terry stammered.

Alan cried “ Terry Chill, I saw you last night getting Man Fucked and you seem to like it a lot.” “In fact you look them Birds in the Video More Natural Mate, watch this Pal.” he smiled wickedly as he showed Terry his Cum Face and his prostrate being stimulated, as he cried for more Dick.

He said, “When I arrived I immediately recognised your Fuck Moans, so Me, Alec, Stan and Steve watched you for ages tossing off as you were screwed royally by this Guy here.” “Kerem is it, nice to meet you.” Terry stared Mouth Wide Open. Alec cried “Uncle you look like you need a Cock In Your Gob?”

He place his stiff prick within his Uncle Terry’s open mouth, who, started to Suck off his Nephew only taking him half way, and Stan came in and started to Suckle his Nephew’s Hairy Nuts. “Changeover Bruv” and they did. He deep throated Alec and enjoyed his facial reactions as he was an excellent Cock Sucker. Alan cried “Damn Bruv you’re an Expert Cock Sucker.”

Coming off his Nephews spit shone cock covered with his saliva for few seconds, Stan cried, “What The Hell Do You Expect Bruv, I Have Had Plenty of Practice.” They all laughed and he got back to work Fucking his Throat on his Nephews Tasty Prick and locking lips with Terry who was sweating thinking “What The Hell Am I Doing” but was powerless to resist sucking off his Nephew. 

“Stick Your Finger Up His Arse” Stan mouthed and nodded towards the lubricant. Terry did and was knuckle deep in few minutes. Alec groan as his Dad started to pinch his Tits and Suck on his Neck and then Tits and moved back up to located his Mouth French Kissing his Eldest Son. It was too much for the young Lad and Kerem sat back enjoying this display.

Alec was soon taken over the edge and shouted shakily “I am CUMMING DAD AND UNCLES,” before shooting off down his Uncle Stans Throat and pulling out so that he continue to Spunk all over his Favourite Uncle Terry’s Face, Coating his Beard and Hair. “Damn Your Alec is quite the Cummer” Stan cried. “I know Alan said proudly and you should see Our Lee and Liam as well.”

“Our Liam who has turned out what do they call it when a Man Loves taking Big Dicks in his Arsehole Bruv’s.” “Hang On I remember, Yeah that it he is a  ‘Bloody Greedy Arse Bottom’ so there,” he said proudly. My Liam Loves taking Men’s Dick and can’t get enough and it all that Bleeding Zeb Our Steve’s and Gaels Work Pals fault.

“Oh My God Brothers, that Boy has caused Me Some Dramas with that Man and his Wife, I can tell you Stan and Terry, aint that right our Alec.” His Eldest Son had a dopey grin on his face and grunted an incoherent response, due to his still being on a Sexual high. He was overwhelms by the award winning Blow Job from his Uncle Stan, wo he wanted another one as soon as.

“Is That Right” his youngest Brother Steve cried coming missing the last bit. He zoned out after hearing that his Nephew, ‘Hot Fit Liam with the Extra Bubble Butt’ was Insatiable Greedy Bottom. He could see him right now as his Bubble Butt, was always encased in tight fitting Trackie’s, Trousers and Shorts and he was a mouthy little Cunt.

His Uncle Steve wanted to give his Nephew a Damn Hard Spanking and a Long Savage Guttural Fucking, in his Tight Bubble Butt. He was unaware until now, that he was an Ass Gobbling Harlot and was making plans to get piece that as soon as with Gaels Blessing of course. He cried “Alan Mate you been holding out on Us Bruv, hasn’t he Stan?”

Stan smiled happy to have his family around him, as he was going to need to rely on them, as he was  having his own troubles with Fehim. He  was pleased that his Family had turned up especially as they had not all been away together since he was Teenager. How things had changed with Terry his Elder Brother surprising him re his passionate love making with Kerem.

He had never imaged him have Sex with a Bloke and Flip Flopping with him which was a turn on he had to say. Then after that Alan turning up with Alec his Eldest Son. Then Stan himself blowing him with Terry was nice, and the Young En at 21 was quite the Cummer spraying at least 5 spurts of Cum into his mouth and the rest spraying over His Uncle Terrys Face.

Steve came in as Alan was explaining that he was having Incestuous Sex with his 3 Sons Alec, Lee, and Liam. Liam he said was a “Bloody Greedy Arse Bottom” and Stan observed Steve’s ear pricked up hearing this, as he knew he loved being around Liam and his tempting Bubble Ass. Steve spoke to Stan afterwards, stating that their Nephew was a Cheeky Mouthy Little Cunt.

He was jealous of Zeb his Work Colleague had taken his Hot Nephews Anal Virginity “The Lucky Bastard, I Will Be Having Words.” Steve moaned to Stan about it, who told him to behave himself. He was glad to be distracted though by this and other events, as Fehim was preoccupied with his business and being away from his New Man and this was pissing him off.

Stan had enough and said, “We Need To Talk.” Fehim confessed that his feelings had lessened and he wanted to end their relationship. Stan although upset was ok about it and said “Yes Fehim, I know you are in Love with Syrian American Hayyan, and that you have been seeing him for a few Months now behind My Back.” “I am not happy about that but Go Be Happy.”

He smiled and said, “I will missed you, as you helped me get over Adam.” He Hugged him goodbye and never saw him in Turkey again. 3 Days Later Fehim flew back to the States and moved in with Hayyed who he adored.  Stan bumped into them 6 Months later greeting them both, giving them big hugs. He spent a few minutes talking to them and moved on.

He liked Hayyed  and was genuinely happy for them being the generous Guy that he was. Naturally as they had just split as his Alan had arrived, he was sad as well and his Brothers all comforted him. There were times he was very Depressed. First Adam and now Fehim even though he knew it was ending months before back home in the United States.

Two weeks later Stan was in the Restaurant that he met first met Kerem and Ramazan in (See Chapter 1” having a Dinner by himself. He just wanted break from the others and Kerem asked him “if it were ok if a Man could sit with him as the restaurant was full and he had been waiting quite a while.” “Yeah Sure” he said, but he was not really happy as he was feeling down and did not want any company.

The man sat down, a dark hair Turk age about 36 with piercing blue eyes and a thick beard. “Hello, he said my name is  Mermat, sorry I hope I don’t disturb you?” he smiled and Stan thought “my Goodness You’re A Handsome Man Blimey.” They started to converse and it turned out that he was living in England on the road next to Stans Parents which was surprise.

They conversed for hours and did not notice the restaurant emptying and refilling, as this was 24 Hour Restaurant always busy.  5 hours later they were still talking and Kerem waved goodbye as he left a hour before. Looking at his watch, Mermat said “Stan I have to go, but can I see you again” looking deep into his eyes making his inside turn to mush.

“Yeah sure come and see me at my Apartment, although it a bit busy with my 3 Brothers and other Guests who are staying. “Also Kerem who works here, Lives with Me.” Looking disappointed Mermat said “Oh Does he, is he your….?” “No he’s not as he is good Friend and I use to be with his Older Brother Fehim.” The Man smiled, his eyes lighting up and asked,  “So you are Gay then?”

“Yes of course,” he replied, “Oh Good” the Man said ouching Stans hand sending shivers down his spine and they got up and soon parted looking longingly at each other. Mermat went one way and Stan the other he had the biggest smile on his face. He got home excitedly and all 3 of his Brothers and Nephew asked,  “ How is this Guy that you met then, Mermat is it tell us everything.”

Kerem had blabbed and like an excited Teenager, Stan was gushing and told them about him. He said when he quieten down, “Knowing My Luck Bruv’s I will probably not see him again.” “Shut Up You Idiot, Mermat Will Be Lucky To Have You” they all shouted surrounding him in Circle hugging him tightly.”

The following day Mermat came to the Apartment and was made welcome by everybody. His eyes were open wide as at all of the Sexual Activities, that were taking place and he decline their offers to join in, as he only had eyes for Stan. He wasn’t a prude in any way, having his fair share of Sexual Partners, but he was tired of playing around and wanted a Committed Life Partner not just Casual Sex.

He apologised “Sorry Stan, this is boring right with all what’s going in here with all of these Fit Guys.” He asked, “Are All You Brothers  Homosexual?” “No, only me and Steve who is with Gael the Black Guy.” “Yes they are well matched aren’t they.” “What about the others Terry and Alan?” He replied Mahmut they are Straight but are visiting for the first time and Terry has been playing around with the Guys.

“My Nephew Alec is not sure what he is but is popular with the other guys. Last week, I walked in on him and his Dad Alan Sucking each other off.” “Have They Fucked?” He was looking interested as the Builder Father Son Combo as they appeared to be as Straight As.  “Yes that was last week, and they took other Anal Virginity’s and it was wonderful the way they were into each other.

“They had a look on their faces afterwards which was that they had Crossed the Line.” “They had Sex before and Screwed Liam, Alec Younger Brother, but they not Fucked was other and were feeling a bit weird about it.” I told them to relax and chill out it just sex and looking at each other they looked relieved and carried on screwing each other for the rest of the afternoon far into the night falling asleep with Alec’s Cock Buried in his Fathers Butt Hole.

Alan told me he ask Alec the next day “Son don’t tell your Brothers about this, about us Screwing each other Man Arses.” “Of course not Dad, as if I would.” “Also I don’t want our Lee and definitely not our Liam to know otherwise he might want some of this the Greedy Bastard. He was gripping and squeezing his Dads Large Hairy Sweaty Cum Filled Butt  Hole stuffing 4 Fingers far inside him.

He rolled him over and took him Missionary Style, inserting his Cock inside him, and started stroking in and out of his Old Man’s slick Arse hole which was warmer than his Ex-Girlfriend’s Cunt and a lot tighter. “Oh Dad You Really Turn Me On” he cried French Kissing Alan Passionately. “Oh Daddddddddy” he screamed as he shoot off inside his Old Man’s tight Colon again filling Alan Up.

At that point Stan left them to it smiling broadly and said to Mahmut that he had looked in his on his other 2 Brothers. Terry was getting Dicked out by Kaltak and Mahmut who were sharing him. Swapping over they screwed him long and hard and he was enjoying himself, being crouch over by them alternatively they pulled his face into the others sweaty fragrant crotch.

Steve looked over at Stan watching him and gave him the Thumbs Up. He was getting used to having sex with Blokes and was sucking each man slimy prick after they screwed his Asshole tasting himself, which was not half bad he declared. Stan left them and looked in on Steve who was sleeping with Red Head Eric and Gael with their Cousin Bobby and they were having fun.

He said to Mermat, that before that, a few days after they arrived at the Apartment weeks before, Eric took to having Gay Man Sex like a Duck to Water. More experience Bobby showed him a few moves which involved being taken like he would take his Girlfriend back home. At first Eric was surprised that 2 Blokes could do all of that as he was bit naïve.

Bobby Sucked him off touching like guy shouldn’t and he pushed him off at first.  “Bob Mate What Are You Doing,” he cried in shock, “This he said “Relaxed Mate” as he started to touch him more intimately and tugging his shorts down. Eric resisted at first, but his Pal knew his weakness and started to tickle him and was touching him Intimately at the same time.

In seconds Eric his cock was stiff and he cried “Ok, Ok” and his Erect Dick was swallowed to the Base. Now Bobby having slept with a number of few guys since Adam, so easily took his Pal 8 inches down to his curly red pubes and mashed his face in his sweaty crotch. “Pal are you sure, as this is Bit Gay innit?” trying to resist.

In response Bobby tighten his throat and made Eric squirm and moan and thrust up into his pals mouth and throat as it suctioned and milked him.  The man did his best to try and hold back form coming, but Bobby was relentless and Eric lost his load as it squirted down his Pal’s Throat, which suctioned him.

“Bloody Hell Bob Mate” he gasped red in the face sweating and in shock not knowing what to do next. “No Sweat Pal you got a Tasty Cum Load.” “Now how about you Fuck Me Arse.” Eric said “What” and his eyes open wide and his mouth opened but no sound came out.

15 minutes later he was buried Ball Deep in his Best Pals Arsehole, lying fulling in top on him thrusting his hips, pumping into him. “Again and Again Bobby tighten and thrust back into his Pal and he was soon  he was rewarded with another load Deep inside his Colon. “Blimey Bobby Are You Gay?” Eric asked him this as he tongued his ear as well as  asking him “What About Your Girlfriend?”

In response Bobby said “Mate it’s Me and You on our holidays, let’s forget about our Girls for now. He pushed him out of him getting on his back and guiding his Pal back inside him. “Im Your Girlfriend Right Now” he laughed and he pulled him in for a sensual passionate kiss and their beards tickled each other and Eric surrender to his Pals expert man loving and keep on Cumming inside him loving this experience.

Soon enough after a few more days of Screwing his Best Pal, the others Teased Eric asking, “When are you going to give up you Anal Virginity to Bobby then?” He blushed and said, “I am not into that” “Fair Enough, but don’t knock it till you try it!” and he shook his head. Bobby never pressured him but one night after eating him out, Eric sucked him off, not very well as he was still getting use to him.

The second time he did it, he felt his Pals finger entering him and he tensed up, “Sorry Mate Bobby said” withdrawing his finger. “No it ok I was not expecting it that’s all.” He open his legs wider and guided his Pals fingers back into his hole and breathed as a finger popped in and was swallowed by his Hot Arsehole.” “You Ok Pal?” “Yeah go easy though and suckling his Balls Bobby inserted another finger into him.

He pinched and teased Eric’s Prostrate and he squirmed and moaned and nearly Came. “What’s That Mate” Your Love Button, it good yeah?” “Yes “he said opening his legs more and hooking them under his arms, displaying himself with huge grin. “Blimey Mate Im Like A Goddamn Anal Whore.” “Yes my Goddamn Anal Whore Eric Love”

“Yes I Am Yours,” Eric said breathlessly and after preparing him with more fingers. he open up his Virgin Man Cunt. Bobby taking his time removed his now 4 fingers and quickly entering his Long Term Pal Tight Virgin Asshole. “Jesus” Eric cried at the pain, but soon this was soothed and he soon completely lost his Anal Cherry to his good Pal and his feeling changed towards him, as they were completely intimate and at ease with each other.

As he was screws into, he relised that this was so much more intimated than it with his current and previous Girlfriends. This worried him somewhat and Stan looking in with Steve, saw his face and mouthed “Come and find Me to talk later” and this seem to settle him as he was shafted for the duration of the evening.

For the next few hours Bobby took him so that all he heard, was his Ass being entered and exited making sucking noise and at time he Farted being unable to help himself. Pulling his pal closer into him as if he were afraid he would get up and leave him. They share some sensual French Kisses and suckled leaving Love Bites on each other necks and run their hands through each other hair.

Their beards tickle as they snog the faces off each other and they were sweating buckets as the humidity was high that night. This added to the sexual vibe and Eric came multiple times and finally fell asleep exhausted with Bobby lying on top of him, also falling asleep with his Prick buried Deep in his Mushy Bowels and they were sleeping peacefully.

Sometime later in the early hours, they work up made love again and after cumming at the same time he came on his stomach and Bobby’s Chest as he Ejaculated inside him. He rolled him off him and got up and padded to the bathroom. He had piss and expelled the Cum out of him and had a long shower. He came out of the bathroom and looked in and Bobby was fast asleep.

He passed the other rooms and everyone was either screwing or sleeping and he stood and watched the couple and three or foursomes that were occurring. He finally found Stan who was in the Garden having Coffee who noticed Eric was looking apprehensive. They had a long chat,

“I know Stan said the first time a Man takes it up the Arse it can be tough to get your head around it right?” “Yes it is I ….” “I know Eric but don’t over think it, as it felt good yeah Natural?” “Yes it did the most Natural thing in the world, Jeez Stan I can still feel Bobby Prick Unloading Inside Me” and he laughed “Jesus Bobby Can Fuck Arse And I Loved Screwing him.”

 “Ok so what’s the real problem, as I get being Taken in the Butt?” “Nothing but we got Girlfriends back home.” “Ok but you know you and him are going to get together when you get back home Don’t You.” “What No Way Stan, as this is a pure Holiday Romance.” “Ok” Stan laughed “Fair Enough, We Will See.” Eric chatted some more and went to find Bobby who was still sleeping.

He sat on the bed and shook him awake. “What” he said “I….” “Shut Up Man and come back to bed” and he pulled him into his arms and they cuddled and fell asleep. They both enjoy enjoyed each other bodies and time in the Apartment, meeting to discuss their experiences with the other guys they had sex with.

All was going well until Adam turned up.

To Be Continued

When I turned to see who had taken the barstool beside me, I thought, “I should be so lucky.” With his jeans and baseball cap, he fit in with this blue-collar crowd, except that he was way better looking. I noticed other patrons giving him the twice-over, too. The bar attracted some gays, including me, but you had to tread carefully; most of the customers were very straight. 

The stranger – oh God, I prayed, please be a hairy bear top daddy – ordered a draft beer, and as he downed the first gulp, one of the men at the table behind us said, “Woof” – just loud enough for us to hear. The hunk paused mid-drink, turned to me, and in a deep bass voice, asked, “Was that for you or me?” 

He was built like a wrestler. His trim beard and moustache only added to his authority. That turned my crank; I decided to take a risk. 

“I think he likes your cap,” I replied, checking him out even more closely. His wrist hairs suggested that he was a major daddy bear – and I was praying that he was a major fucking gay daddy bear. But I wasn’t about to take stupid chances. With a body like that, I would have been toast if he took offence. His blue-green eyes sent a clear message: “I don’t take bullshit.” I wanted them to say, “Come to big, hairy daddy and suck my asshole.” 

As if reading my mind, he parked his knee against my thigh. All I could do was suck wind. “Too good to be true,” I thought, but his pressure didn’t let up. So, in a gut response, I muttered, “Woof.” 

“I’m staying at the hotel across the street. Want to come back for a drink?” he asked. 

“You bet.” 

We left our half-finished beers on the counter and headed over to his room. In the elevator, the doors had barely closed when he pressed me against the wall, putting his hands above my shoulders. I could feel his breath on my face. 

“Fuck me, daddy,” I blurted out. 

“One step at a time,” he said, and he brought his mouth next to my ear and whispered slowly but with certainty, “First, I want you to rim me and suck my big cock. Then, if you’re really good at that and if your ass can take it, I’ll be your fucking daddy.” 

I pulled his hard buttocks towards me, so I could feel his cock against mine, and said, “Excellent plan. Sir,” and I pressed my mouth against his. He tasted good, and his tongue was just starting to snake forward when the elevator stopped. 

“Let’s continue this inside. By the way, my name is Bishop,” he said, and he led me down the hall to his room. I now had an unobstructed view of his magnificent ass pressing against the fabric of his pants. I knew I was going to be giving this stud some serious asshole licking. As we entered his room, Bishop tossed his jacket on a chair and said, “Let’s shower first,” and proceeded to undo his belt buckle. 

“Allow me,” I offered, and I started lifting his t-shirt, revealing a mass of body hair that was obviously going to thicken below. By the time I got to his belt buckle, I was gazing at a stunning pelt. And the icing? A pair of hairy nipples just begging for a formidable workout. I brushed my knuckles over them and watched his reaction. Getting none, I took each between my thumbs and index fingers and squeezed them, gently at first, then harder. 

“You are one fucking hairy daddy,” I said. “Let’s see the rest.” And I peeled his pants over his ass, and lowered myself along with his trousers, till I was on my knees. Next to my face and below his hairy belly was a first-class cock, cut and half hard, backed by a ball sack that nestled between his thick furry thighs. My tongue was gong to enjoy this. 

Holding his cock shaft in his hand, he brushed the swelling crown across my mouth, then swung it harder against my face, finally placing the head on my lips. My tongue caught the underside and, tilting my head back, flicked the lower rim. The swelling crown and flaring piss hole, right there for the taking, were a giant turn-on. 

Suddenly he reached for my armpits and raised me to my feet. “Shower time.” I practically ripped off my clothes while he started the water flowing. When I joined him under the spray, he took my nipples, flicked his thumb nails over each, and said, “Nice tits. Let me show you how I work them.”

“Let me soap you down, while you do,” I replied, “assuming I can keep my mind on that.” As I reached for the soap bar to prep his hairy ass, he pulled my tits, not hard but steady. Then he slowly started twisting them. 

“Not too rough yet, daddy. I want this to take a long time.” 

He put his hands behind his neck, which gave me a full, turn-on view of his hairy, sweaty armpits. I shoved my face into one furry cave, sucking in the rank aroma and letting my tongue wash everything in that musky cavern. Then I shifted my mouth to the nearest nipple, caught it between my lips and teeth and started chewing. 

That got his attention. He placed both his hands on my shoulders, pressed down, but I took my time, rubbing my face, lips, and tongue all over his chest and stomach, till I reached his crotch hair and pulsing erection. I ran my tongue along its length, lingering at the flaring red crown, which I nibbled on, then proceeded down the underside of his man cock to his balls. I took them, one at a time, into my mouth, and rolled my tongue around them and sucked them back. 

He growled, “Lick my asshole.” 

“Turn around, daddy.” He dropped to his knees and bent over, resting on his forearms. His hairy asshole was an awesome sight. I spread his butt and pushed my face into that dark passage, letting my tongue find the opening. I could feel his ass muscles tighten around it and suck it in further. When I started chewing on the rim, I could tell from his moans that this was working really well for him. So I reached between his legs for his cock and let my fingers explore the rim of the crown. With my free hand, I began squeezing his balls. 

“Fuck time.” 

“You bet,” I replied, and we quickly toweled dry. Bishop threw back the top sheet, lay spread-eagle on his back, reached for the lube, which was on the bedside table. For an instant, I wondered if he wanted me to fuck him, but when he began lubing his own cock, I knew better. 

“Sit on it,” he ordered. 

I kneeled over him, facing that hairy body and feeling his stud cock start into my waiting chute. “Yes, daddy. Do it hard, daddy. Fuck my tight asshole.” 

Bishop took his time easing that giant crown past my rim, which was okay with me. I needed to adjust to its size. But when he locked a grip on my tits, his huge shaft plowed its way on up, tormenting my prostate, till I felt his balls against my ass. The head of his cock pulsed deep inside me, and I used my ass muscles to suck it in even deeper. Pleasure doesn’t get better than that.

Then I lifted my hips slightly and reached for his nipples so I could do to him what he’d shown me earlier. With that, he really started pounding, pushing his pelvis up hard and fast. I could feel his balls banging against my ass. 

“I want to blow my load now and fuck you again, later,” he said. That thought and wanting to rim daddy’s asshole again brought me close to cumming. He added, “I want to watch you cum now.”

My balls were aching for release, and with his cock buried deep in my gut, I didn’t need any more encouragement to shoot my load. I wanted to dump it all over his face and hairy chest. 

He increased his vice-grip on my tits, his fucking became even more powerful, and I sensed he was close to orgasm. I let go of one of his nipples, pumped my cock a few times, aiming carefully, and the cum went flying – onto his face and all over his furry body. 

When I squeezed hard on both his tits, he moaned and gave a final slam. I felt his massive crown swell even more, deep inside me. From each spasm, I knew he was dumping a major load. Maybe, when he fucked me later, he’d pump all that cream down my throat. 

When Bishop’s jerking stopped, I slowly lowered my face – I wanted his cock inside me for as long as possible – until my mouth was right over his. After kissing him long and hard, I told him: “You are one dynamite fuck, daddy. You can plough my asshole anytime.” Then I started licking up the cum I’d shot over him. Finally, his cock slipped out, and I collapsed along the length of his body, feeling all that hair and flesh against me. When he wrapped his arms around me, I buried my face in one of his armpits and fell asleep. I knew he’d waken me when he was ready for the next round.

Hi, I’m hoping you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed the experience. I did visit on other occasions after this and if you like this story I’ll share more later.

I had been blackmailed into gay sex when I was younger and always wondered if given the choice if I would have done those things willingly. Now that I was in my 30’s I wanted to find out if the extreme erections and orgasms I had back then were because I was young and extremely horny or whether I really liked it. I really wanted to find out the truth but I was scared to death and had no clue how to find out. I figured someday a gay guy would hit on me but that day hadn’t come yet.

On my way home one night from work I saw a bookstore that advertised video booths and it got my curiosity going big time. I decided one day I would check it out. One evening weeks later I had scored a couple of joints and since I didn’t dare smoke them in my apartment I decided to take a walk down the alleys and head towards the bookstore. If I had the courage by the time I got there I would go check it out and maybe watch some movies and see what happened.

I walked slowly down the alley enjoying the first joint and taking my time smoking it. I was loving it. It had been a while since I had gotten stoned and I’m sure I was grinning ear to ear. I was high as a kite, the smoke was top notch. I finished it off and walked another couple of blocks to the bookstore. I was scared shitless to go in but I was horny as hell and plenty stoned so I grabbed the door handle and went in. First thing that hit me was the overpowering incense when I went in. Almost burning my eyes it was so strong.

I walked up to the counter, so glad I was the only one in the lobby! I asked about the movies. The clerk reeked of weed as I’m sure I did and he said $5 for one hour, or $10 unlimited for the night. I gave him a ten and asked if he got high. Of course I already could tell he did. He said sure! I told him I had another joint of some really good weed he said let’s step out back and burn it! We stepped out back and he left the door open so he could hear if anyone came in. We burned it up fast and I was really stoned by this point. I asked about the business and he laughed and said first time in here?  I said yes.

He told me some of the unspoken rules and warned me of a few jerks that came in from time to time and what to watch out for. He also said he was straight but didn’t judge so any activity was kept private to him. That made me feel a lot more relaxed. He also warned me that I would get hit on a lot in there when business picked up. Usually from 10-12 at night. It was already 9:30 so I asked if I could go back now. He laughed and said have at it but no dope smoking in the booths! I told him I was out anyway and he said he’d catch me in the way out and return the favor when I left.

I went up the stairs into the booth areas and it was extremely dark with one small light and 8 booths. 4 on each side. He followed behind me and pointed out that the 4 closest to me were more private booths and the other 4 had gloryholes if I wanted to play. I thanked him and headed to the private ones in the farthest booth from the doorway. The place reeked of sex smells and I was shaking as I went in and locked the door behind me. I clicked through several videos till I found one I liked. It was a big orgy scene with all kinds of action. Guys fucking girls, anal, girl on girl and guys sucking cocks too.

In no time I undid my pants and took out my cock. It was so hard it almost hurt. My cock is nice and thick and 7 1/2” long with a large head. I loved stroking it and teasing it. I imagined fucking a couple of the girls in the ass and also sucking one cock in particular. His cock was rock hard and had a beautiful head on it. When he pulled out and shot all over the girls face I imagined I was sucking it and swallowed all of that huge load. I was horny enough to fuck anything at that point. I heard the doorbell ding and a few minutes it dinged again.  Now I was really nervous. My heart was racing and my cock was throbbing. I didn’t know what to do.

In a couple minutes I heard someone trying the door of my booth. I froze! What do I do? I had no clue who was out there and was too scared to unlock the door and find out. I waited in silence and they went to a booth and shut the door. I had been holding my breath the whole time! I really wanted sex but was so scared!  I waited a bit and decided to try another booth. Maybe they all had different movies after all. I opened my door and saw a closed door 2 down from the booth I was in. I steeled my courage and walked across to the booths on the other side. I quietly as I could closed the door and locked it. Every noise sounded huge in here. I scrolled through the movies and found several I liked. I settled on one of girls sucking big black cocks.

Shortly after I moved I heard his booth open and waited in fear and anticipation of him going into a booth next to me but he didn’t. He must have stayed on the other side. I got brave and took my cock back out. I could have cum in 2 minutes but was gonna hold back and enjoy this. I would tease the head, squeeze my shaft and stop every time I felt the urge to finish it. I heard the doorbell again. And again. This was definitely the busy hour. Not long after that I heard someone get in the booth next to me. I quietly pulled my shirt over my cock but continued to squeeze it.

It wasn’t long and I saw the guy next to me put a finger in the hole, I remembered what the clerk had said but I wasn’t there for a blowjob. I wanted to suck a cock. Not sure I had the courage to do it though. After a couple minutes of his finger reappearing he finally stuck his cock through! It was gorgeous! Not real long but thick and a gorgeous helmet head that was swollen to bursting!  I gingerly felt his cock and told myself it’s now or never. I went to my knees and licked the head and shaft. Teasing it like I like it. He was moaning already. I’m sure they other guy could hear but I was too far along to stop now. I finally took the plunge and put that head in my mouth. Man did that turn me on! My own cock was aching. I started to work my way down it up and down. Taking more a little at a time. I had just got going good was loving it when he moaned real loud, swelled up even thicker, the head swelled and filled my mouth it got so big! Then he froze and filled my mouth with a huge load of cum. Shot after shot of cum hit my tongue and the back of my throat. I wondered how long it had been for him. I stayed on his cock sucking until I got every last drop of it. I was loving it but sad that he came so fast. All this waiting and it was over in 5 minutes!

He pulled his cock back and whispered a thank you through the hole and said he would like that again someday. At least I did a good job. There was a silence after he left that left me wondering if I was indeed gay after all. After the way i sucked that strangers cock I was at least bi for sure. I wanted more. Much more. I stood there and switched movies determined to get off myself after that but in no time another cock came through the hole in the other side. I didn’t even hear anyone go in there! This was a smaller cock but still looked awesome. What the hell, I bent down and started sucking it, I was just getting a good rhythm going and he pulled back. I wasn’t sure what was going on 

He said through the hole let’s go to a private booth together. He would let me finish then. I hesitated but wanted more so I left my booth and went back to the first one I was in. He followed right behind me. Nice looking slim guy with glasses and very warm smile. I felt much better about my choice now. He followed me in and locked the door. He took out his cock and told me to take mine out. He was shocked to see mine. He grabbed it and squeezed it gently. Asked me if I wanted sucked first. I said no, I was afraid I’d lose courage after I came. He laughed and pushed my shoulders down and said suck me man. I complied and gave him the best I could give. I sucked hard on the head then slowly worked my way to his shaved belly. All his cock in my mouth and throat. He groaned and held me there for a few seconds. I would suck his cock up and down and every so often he’d grab my head and slowly push it all the way down on his throbbing cock. I loved it, every second of it. I was being used by this cute guy and loving it. After about 5 minutes of that he pulled me up and whispered I was the best cock sucker he’d ever had but he wanted my ass  

 He said I want to fuck you. I was scared now! He didn’t have a huge cock but it had been over a decade since a cock was in my ass. He said relax, I’ll make sure we both love it. He turned me around and slid my pants down and started playing with my ass. What a nice ass he said. I’m gonna love fucking you. All that dirty talk set me on fire. I was ready for this! He got some lube out of his pocket and slathered my ass with it. Working around my hole and finally sliding a finger in. Do you like it so far? I moaned a yes and he started to work his finger in and out of me. After several minutes of that he told me to bend over the chair. I was so wanting him inside me I did it right away. He lubed his cock and told me to relax. Your gonna love my cock inside you. He lined the head up with my ass and told me to push back and take it as slow as I wanted. He would wait till I was ready to start. I pushed and I was so slick the head popped right in.

It felt amazing. A little sting but nothing I couldn’t handle. I pushed back a little more and took some more in. Now that his big head was in me it was much easier to take. He said take my cock my little whore. That about made me crazy. Never thought I’d like that kinda talk but I loved it! I eased back steadily till I could feel his balls up against me. He asked if I was ready. I said yes but please take it slow. He said take what slow. I paused not sure at this point. He whispered tell me to fuck you! I drummed up my courage and said fuck me please? He said with what? I said louder fuck me with your cock! He started moving slowly in and out. It felt so good! I was getting my ass fucked in a video booth where everyone around us could hear and I was loving it. I didn’t want it to ever end.

He picked up a little speed and lightly started spanking my ass when he wasn’t holding my hips and burying his cock to the hilt in my ass. I know they could all hear that!  I didn’t care! He bent over me and asked if I liked it. I said I love it, please don’t stop. I thought my throbbing cock would paint the floor with cum at any second. He started to really fuck me then. He was pounding my ass hard and talking dirty the whole time. At the last second he pulled out and wiped his cock clean with his shirt and said I want to cum in your mouth! He pushed me down and put it right in my face. I opened my mouth and he pushed it in deep. He grabbed my head and said get ready!  

He fucked my mouth slowly and deeply for around a minute then buried it in my throat and started shooting cum down my throat. I had to fight to swallow and not gag. He left it in my mouth till it got soft, pulled it free and put it away. He pulled me up and thanked me and told me that it was the best time he’d had in here and he wanted me again and again. I  smiled. he said whenever I see you in here your mine! I agreed and he left. my first visit and I got fucked and swallowed 2 loads. What a night. I shut my door and stroked my cock and blew a huge load all over the wall 3 feet away! Not sure I had ever cum so hard. I shook off, zipped up and quietly left. The clerk was busy so I hurried out the door and went home. 

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Wandering the streets of Harrington Cove, I look around the city learning about what’s about in the community. I walk past a number of gyms, cafes and find the supermarket. It’s a big difference to home with the Supermarket modern and updated with information screens all around. I take a moment to adjust and walk around the supermarket.

It takes me a while to wander around and find the necessities that I need for the week to get used to the Supermarket layout. I finish paying for what I need and head back to the apartment, I wander up and take the elevator. Putting the groceries away takes its own time trying to work out where the best place to put things is. I never realised that putting groceries away would be such a hard thing working out where to put things in the cupboard. I’ve just always been used to going to the cupboard at home and getting whatever I needed straight out.

Learning to organise things and organise my place is something that I’m going to need to learn pretty quickly given that I did tend to over-rely on Mum’s organisation skills and have things done for me and everyone in the house. I take a few minutes just to unpack my clothes before sending Will a text to tell him that I got here and send him a few pictures.

I take a shower and freshen up before heading next door to take up the dinner invitation, I change into a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and grab the bottle of wine that I bought when I was shopping and walk down the corridor and knock on the door.

Answering the door is a tall, tanned handsome man who has just as amazing face and smile as Nathan “Hey, you must be Kyle, I’m Ethan”. He extends a hand and shakes it as I wander in.

I can’t believe how amazingly good-looking both these two guys are and I see Nathan cooking over in the kitchen as I walk in to say hi. Ethan wanders across and starts to pick at what Nathan is cooking and gets slapped. I smile at their relationship and definitely set that as a relationship goal for the future.

Ethan comes back and offers me some wine but I decide just to have Cider for the moment. Nathan comes out and says that he is making homecooked Pizza and what would I like on it. Ethan and I head into the kitchen and I tell Nathan what I want and head back out.

We head back out to the living room and all sit down, Nathan and Ethan sit together cuddled in which shows how much they are in love with each other. “So Kyle tell us about yourself other than the fact you’re just starting at Wiggler” Nathan asks me.

I feel a bit put on the spot “Well I’m from Diamond Valley originally and lived there for my entire 23-year-old life so everything is brand new for me here and living alone is new so this is actually nice to meet someone on the first day I moved here”.

Nathan smiles “That’s good to hear Kyle, I came down here from Lincoln and didn’t really know anybody until for a while until I met Ethan and we just became friends”. Ethan gives Nathan a quick kiss “Do you have anyone special back home?” Nathan asks me.

“Ah Nah, I’m happily single at the moment so made it slightly easier to make the move over here, it was just family and friends that I needed to leave” laughing as I say it making a joke about it.

We sit there chatting for a bit until the oven dings for the Pizzas which are ready as the two guys go into the kitchen to dish them up and bring them out to where we are sitting. I look down at the amazing home-made pizzas and start to eat them as Nathan puts the TV on for the game. “This is our usual Friday tradition have pizza and just enjoy a night of sport on the TV but then sometimes a bit willing when our teams play against each other”.

“Well, we all know who is right usually in these arguments and which team is better Nathan” Ethan chimes up with a mouthful of food before swallowing it “Some of us go for the most successful team in the competition whilst some people go for the least”. Ethan looks at Nathan who just rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, the most successful… the one that hasn’t won a game in 10 this season” Nathan chimes back at Ethan “What about you Kyle, do you have a team you support in the League?” I nod “Of course I do, my whole family has had season tickets for the Mustangs for decades even well before I was born”.

Nathan and Ethan both smile “Well at least there can be a third person to enjoy the games on a Friday with us at least and someone to calm us down when the Saints and Thunder play each other without putting any pressure on you Kyle” Nathan says as Ethan shakes his head at the TV “Why the fuck would you kick it there when you had a three-man overlap fuck Edmonds is so shit”.

Sitting around the TV watching footy with a few friends wasn’t something that I’d expected on my first day here but it feels a bit like home with everyone gathered around the TV to watch the Footy especially when the Mustangs were away from home. The night goes on and I enjoy the company of Nathan and Ethan but I decide to make a move after the first of the nights games that are on because I’m feeling pretty tired.

Even though I only need to go next door, Nathan comes with me to my door “I can get to next door on my own” as we both laugh “I know that, but the Saints are on and you know more probably more than both of us what it’s like to watch a team that can’t win”. I glare at Nathan “Oi, You might not want to push the friendship on the first day that I’m here, I could be a real bitch for all you know”.

Nathan looks at me “I don’t think that you have a mean bone in your body Kyle” he laughs and pats me on the back as I head into my apartment and close the door. I pick up my phone for some music to play whilst I go in and have a shower. My phone rings while I’m in the shower and hear that it’s a video call which means that it could be only one person ringing me. I quickly rush out of the shower and answer the phone, still naked but holding it up so only my face and chest can be seen.

“Hey man, looks like someone else isn’t wearing much either,” I say laughing as I can see Will laying in bed. I grab one of the brand new towels that was already hanging up and I wrap it around myself before laying on my bed.

“So what’s up bro?” I ask Will laying there smiling; “Not much, wanted to check-in and get the best tour that I can of the new place but looks like I was interrupting something I guess?” I shake my head and laugh “Not really bro, just had a shower after having dinner with my new neighbours”.

“Dinner at the new neighbours? Jeez, I knew you were a charmer but even for you I thought you’d be longer at socialising than your first night, how’d you score that one?”. I put the phone down for a moment so I can get changed but still talk to Will; “Well I was coming out of my apartment and I bumped into one of them and turns out he knew I was coming because he works for Wiggler too and invited me over for dinner to save me having to go out and buy something to cook”.

“Suppose that’s fair enough… and by the way bro… you might wanna change the angle of the camera because right now I can see plenty of your ass bro” I laugh and shake it a bit “You know you like this angle” I laugh as I put some boxers on “you know you’ve seen the front side of me too without any clothes on”. I say laughing picking up the phone “So what do you wanna see first?” I ask Will.“Well just show me around and tell me about your neighbour,” he asks me as I do a 360 of my bedroom. “You can see this is one of the two bedrooms, feels about the size of our dining room at home, to be honest”. I walk out and show him a few more rooms “So your neighbour, he good looking?”.

I shake my head “Where was this gay best friend act when we were back in Diamond Valley” I say laughing “I’m kidding bro, I know it’s not easy”. I lay back on the couch “He’s really hot, has a great smile, amazing hair and just so charismatic and friendly and before you ask… he’s married to just as equally hot guy, and their relationship is just so amazing”.

Will smiles “That’s good but don’t think you need to rush into that so soon either, just get settled there before you start to think about dating”. I laugh “Yes mum” I reply back to him as we wrap up the video chat so he can get ready for work. I sigh and realise that I’ve gotten hard thinking about Nathan and Ethan together and how hot it would be to watch them together.

Grabbing a pillow to cover my bulge, I realise that there is nobody else here to hide my erection from so I quickly slide out of my pants and grab a fresh towel and lay on the couch, and start to jerk my ever-growing cock slowly. I close my eyes and start to massage my smooth balls imaging a hand rubbing them for me, as I look up in my fantasy, I see both Nathan and Ethan standing there kissing each other as they take turns playing with my cock and my balls.

I slowly jerk the shaft of my cock, it’s already hard and leaking pre so I slow it down so I can enjoy this moment. I lay there imagining Nathan bending down and sucking my balls before he goes and sucks my cock while Ethan leans over me as I kiss him and I feel my cock already wanting to blow a load so I quickly pick up speed as I jerk it, imagine the thrill of having my cock sucked by Nathan until the point where I blow a load that spurts right up my abs, my pecs and my face.

I don’t really want to open my eyes from the fantasy but do it anyway as I look down at how much cum I’ve exploded over my body and realise that I’ve formed an attraction to the boys next door. I wipe myself off on the towel and then have a quick shower to make sure that I don’t get cum on my new bedsheets and head to bed to fall asleep still hard but definitely having some good dreams tonight.

Edgar Blocker is my name, I am 19 years old, I live with my uncle in CA.This story is about my first encounter with the man of my “dreams”, I am average height, lean muscles, dirt blonde hair, I wear a lot of tees and jeans.

It all began when my Uncle said he had to go away for some days , to where?!, I did not know, so he had asked one of his coworkers to keep an eye on me. My uncle was a civil engineer who worked on construction sites, take it from me, men from construction sites were damn built and so hot that whenever I visited my uncle, I had to try so hard to hide my bulge, but of all those hunks, one caught my gaze, Joe.

Joe was 23 years old,Hispanic, black hair, awesomely built, all in all, his body was calling me to worship it and give myself to him for all I care. BTW, did I tell you that I was gay_?!,yep!_ I was gay and to my surprise,Uncle Jonah chose Joe to look after me while he was gone. My heart skipped as I waved to uncle Joe while his car was out of sight.

“So, Edgar!right?!”asked Joe, I replied shyly, Joe asked what I wanted to do so I told him I was going to watch TV. We ordered some pizza and since Joe was sleeping over, we watched TV till 10 pm , that’s when I told Joe that I was going to sleep. I went in my room and straight to the bathroom,the hard on was killing me, sitting near him ,his musky smell, his bulging muscles made me all horny,so I jerked off quickly, took a shower then went to bed. 

It was around 3 am when I started hearing strange voices in the living room, So I decided to check it out, little did I know that I was in for a surprise. As I approached the door to the living room, the voices grew louder, I opened the door to find gay porn DVDs spread all over, while Joe was all naked on the couch, his muscular body oiled up while his hand was stroking his meat. He was shocked to see me, so was I,not because he was naked,but because I found out he was gay. I ran back to my room as I heard Joe following me from behind while yelling out my name.

*knock* “Edgar, please open up, I need to explain!!”he begged, but no answer, I couldn’t open because I didn’t want too,but because I was thinking on how, to approach him,on how to tell him that I loved him. So I slowly opened the door to find him waiting for me with a towel covering his waist, Joe started explaining but I couldn’t hear a thing,I was drooling over his perfect body, “Edgar??are you listening, hey Edgar?”he asked, I was brought back to reality by his sweet voice, “so, you like what you saw?!”he asked, I simply nodded, then to my surprise, I felt his warm lips on mine, then his tongue that’s when I realized that he was French kissing me, I tried to resist but I finally gave in,he was kissing me around the neck then back to the mouth. We kissed for about  15 minutes when he whispered in my ear and said “I wanna fuck you so bad”, my heart skipped as I nodded back, he carried me to my bedroom, and started stripping me, he laid me on my back and he removed off the towel to real his 9 inch man meat, then he winked at me.

He spread my legs to reveal my pucker which he started swallowing, it was the best moment I had ever experienced, I was on fire, he knew how to use his tongue, I was in heaven that I shot my load hand free, he chuckled then he inserted the first finger, pain shot me but I was ready for it, then he put the second finger, then the third, he finger fucked me for about a minute or two that I couldn’t take it any longer so I begged him to fuck me, “woa , mijo, you want it raw or?”, I told him I wanted to feel his meat skin brushing against my anal walls and he leaned in for a kiss and whispered “hmmm….okay”…I blushed.

He lubbed my ass,luckily I kept lube in my bed side drawers, then I felt his meat head fighting its way through my hole, the head made through but the pain was unbearable although between intervals he would ask me if I was okay, but all I did was to nod, finally I swallowed the whole thing then he slowly started to fuck me, as he picked up the pace, my pain was turned into pleasure that I started to moan loudly, he fucked me while we where face to face, he could lean for a kiss, he started to sweat as he continued plowing my ass.

“I’m going to cum!*” he shouted, and so was I, he was going to retrieve then I stopped him,I wanted him to cum inside me, so he did! After he collapsed on top of me, his muscular body on mine while his dick  inside my ass. I was still enjoying the moment when I heard my uncle’s voice “Edy! Edy?…wake up!…it’s time for school”, I was so pissed at him for waking up from my dream. I groaned at him, “groan all you want mister but school is school!” He replied. My love for Joe remained in a dream and I hope to be fucked by him one day.

A Reference

Dedicated to the memory of the pioneering work of Noah Webster, Jr.

A is for APERTURE, of which most bodies have two of principal interest, one above the waistline and to the front and another below the waistline and to the rear. The latter, known also as ASS is centered by an ASSHOLE, a pejorative often applied to obnoxious persons. This is unfortunate, the physical ASSHOLE being a warm receptacle for objects both natural and manmade. Care must be taken not to confuse the two, lest ACCESS to the desirable be denied.

Versatile, A also is for ANALINGUS, which is oral-stimulation of the ano-rectal region involving kissing, licking and penetration of the anus (colloquially called RIMMING).

Note: ANALITY is the locus-focus of this author’s deep research and verbally artistic output.

B is for BOTTOM and BUTT as well as for BOY, BITCH and BIRCH, the last a focus of the BRITISH particularly as a tool of education and general discipline. A BOTTOM or BUTT is a generalized area with functions which include recreational use and which may be the target of BIRCHING and FELCHING, a not-uncommon practice among certain subpopulations of men who have sex with partners of their own gender. 

B, as in BLOW-JOB, is colloquial for FELLATIO.

B is also for BUZZ, a rapid technique for intercourse unique to the character of Afzal Chaudhary in this author’s novel, Young Edwin on Amazon.

B also is for BROWNING – no, not the poet but an act of the BUTT, the word deriving from maritime practices of yore when BOYS as young as eleven served under wind-sped sail and were initiated to seamanship in a ceremony known as TAKING OF THE BROWN. Work it out in your own mind, you naughty thing.

BOY SCOUTS, a bankrupt organization once elegantly wholesome for its quiet, warm exchanges of precious bodily fluids, now vilified by money-hungry douchebags and dirty-minded double-dealers.

For BELLY BUTTON see NAVEL.

For BONDAGE & DISCIPLINE see SADO-MASOCHISM.

C is for COITUS, an act of widespread popularity interchangeably called INTERCOURSE. Most often employed to describe heterosexual activity of an erect PENIS within the confines of a VAGINA but also of said organ within the mouth or RECTUM of either sex; also for CUNNILINGUS, a practice employing the tongue around and in a CUNT (performed by breath-craving MUFF DIVERS) for stimulation of its recipient – an act in and of itself sufficient for LESBIANS but which may serve as a preliminary to hetero- or homosexual COITUS.

C is also for COCKSUCKING or FELLATIO (cf. BLOW-JOB) which is performed by a COCKSUCKER or FELLATOR.  

As well (and well it should be), C is for CUM, a simple crudity of vocabulary representing EJACULATE.

D is for DESIRE, a universal force as powerful as gravity, which draws us toward horizontality for sexual purposes. Often, it involves intermediary stages and emotional upheavals including FRUSTRATION (a condition so serious it leads to single-handed methods of relief, said to work wonders for the wrist.). Thwarting natural DESIRE are myth-mongers masquerading as zealots and law-makers seeking to control the human condition by religious and legal hocus-pocus. If Eugene O’Neill’s and Irwin Shaw’s movie Desire Under the Elms had featured Burl Ives screwing Tony Perkins under the trees it would have been much better. Tony Perkins actually liked to be screwed. One of his lovers told me. And no, I’m not going to tell you which one, but I will tell you that he also screwed Tab Hunter yet did not extend love to him.

D is also for DADDY, a nice, older man with candy and more. Humor him and keep your own counsel about it. DADs desire DALLIANCE, so enjoy it. Those who are good at it may be granted subsidies.

E is for EGRESS, the necessarily inevitable retreat from INGRESS which characterizes certain forms of sexual activity. These complements are directions performable in a variety of positions of partners and are feasible at any speed whether constant or variable according to instinct and intention. 

EJACULATE, another E-word, is the four-syllable label for the pearlescent product of male orgasm, a complex fluid bearing SPERMATOZOA in amphibious frenzy. A lot of E-action may be found among this repository.

This brings me to EROTIC LITERATURE, or FRICTION FICTION – the avowed purpose of Gaydemon, the home away from home for my stories and those of many others.

F is for the famous four-letter word FUCK which, with SHIT, is part and parcel of parlance from youngest ages to death, and perhaps beyond. Who knows? Its meanings and usages proper and improper are too copious to chronicle here. 

F also is for FELLATION, the practice of ORAL SEX which when overenthusiastic, causes CHOKING and GAGGING; also for  FLOSSING which you must do if you’ve been face-first on an unplucked chicken (and before you next smile at someone who will not be jealous. They’re out there.)

G is for GOLDEN SHOWER, a phenomenon not of the weather, wet nonetheless and smelly.

H is for HYPOCRISY, the VASELINE of SOCIAL INTERCOURSE – pervasively practiced especially by elected officials; also for HUSTLER and HUSTLING, terms used for honorable social workers and their professional means of dispensing bodily favors. Persons with icky bods and necks like cranes must expect to remunerate these vendors plentifully. Cf. this author’s stories about Donny, Jimmy, and Ossip here. See PROSTITUTE and PROSTITUTION.

H is also for HYPERBOLE, of which writers can never have too much (Consider the present one); also for HOMOSEX, a miracle in the experience of life and its meaning.

I is for INGEST, to consume by swallowing into the stomach especially EJACULATE and/or URINE. The sense of taste may be involved and comparisons made which can lead to conclusions about the provider’s diet. Ask any receiver how asparagus affects outcome.

J is for JACK-OFF, an act of manual self-help which others may prompt or which may be discovered by one’s own initiative. Consider it a privilege of maturation while bearing in mind that it can be the starting point for more meaningful activities (which will come to mind when something in your rear at the same time tickles nerve endings you didn’t know were there).

K is for KNOCKOUT, the punch you will receive when you’ve gone too far with an unwilling member of your sex who is bigger, stronger, and faster than you.

L is for LIBERTINE, a sport of a fellow who loves to live it up lasciviously; also for LOLLIPOP, an infantile sobriquet for anything applicable to the oral cavity, especially to lapping by one or more tongues during ORAL SEX PLAY most likely as activity preliminary to FELLATION. 

L is also for LUBE of which there are many types to ease sexual friction, the most natural of which is SALIVA. Products with bases of oils, silicone, and water-solubles have replaced petroleum derivatives and, like the SEX TOY industry, provide gainful employment for many and are highly profitable for concerned corporate types and their socially-conscious investors.

LOVE, the “many splendored thing” of song, is an elusive, illusive emotion hoped for, seldom found, hard to hold onto. So, use ropes.

M is for MOTHER, as in OEDIPUS COMPLEX and panty-play-pussy-poke passion. Definitely a PERVERSION.

M is also for MASTURBATION, the diddling of oneself which, if practiced too assiduously, may require dogged determination to obtain the desired result. Overwrought young may request help from elders willing, usually generously, to volunteer their services.

N is for NATURE, mother of us all, and for NURTURE, about which there are theories in conflict with DNA’s double-spiral inheritance. Commonsense should inform our acceptance that the two can be brought into congruence for a life of cunning prurience.

A NAVEL, in or out, is the evidence that we, unlike Adam and Eve, were born. Curiously, navels have always been shown in paintings of the First Couple.

O is for OPEN and is the OVIOD shape of a mouth ready to receive a cock; turned on its side, the OVOID shape of a BUTT-HOLE which has been opened many times by cocks – both shapes form in anticipation of being filled, it is hoped, to comfortable capacity.

O is also for ORGASM, a form of RAPTURE known widely to GAYDEMON readers (for all the right reasons); also for ORGY, a multi-participatory event designed to promote ORGASMS. Think community engagement. Yeah, man.

P is for PENIS, PRICK, and PRONG, the male organ (called, in earlier times, the PETER). It is a poignant thing when its head droops but a proud warrior when standing firm in the causes of pleasure. By any name, the male organ inspires PROMISCUITY, the happy desire to spread one’s PROCLIVITIES among the many. 

Also for PROSTITUTE and PROSTITUTION, deemed among nitwit societies to be PROSECUTORIAL.

Equally so for PRIVATE PARTS, a limiting term. Constitutionally, you probably may keep them to yourself (and, if you’re an old fart, should); but, if you’re young and comely, then consider making them PUBLIC, available to others who will appreciate their sensitivities and appearance.

P also is for PORN, a video industry of vast importance to individuals whose minds crave its stimuli and of financial reward to its producers when the PULCHRITUDE of participants and PLAN for their participation promote puffs of pang-filled PLEASURE. The literature of PORN pays poorly or not at all, which explains why most of it is worthless muckscape (except for those who are hard-up or want to be hardened via verbalosity).

QUEEN, pronounced KA-WEEN, a flamboyantly tacky person who lights up any room with her bangles, baubles, and ballsy humor, usually formally gowned and wearing both bouffant wig and loads of lipstick. Her eyelashes weight several ounces each. Nobody, absolutely nobody has sex with such a person. Dressing and behaving that way is what QUEENs do in lieu of sex.

R is for RECTUM, the most natural receptacle for ithyphallusized organs seeking temporary residence and/or exercise space. Use of the rectum thus does not cause gagging.

S is for SEX TOY, a term for a manufactured or improvised aid to SEXUAL EXPERIENCES alone and in company with others. Numbers are limitless, materials and designs, too. 

S also is for SHIT which everybody produces in one form or another. As a derogative noun, SHIT is interchangeable with FUCK and nearly as frequently employed as CRAP. 

S is for SIZE, a matter of scale to bodily projections such as female tits (ugh!) and male DICKS (whee!) over the matter of which hope springs eternal.

SADO-MASOCHISM is a broad category under which comes BONDAGE & DISCIPLINE. Consensual or not, these involve real or apparent danger/violence in which disproportionate power thrills and some form of misery begets pleasure, usually EROTIC. When practiced as forms of sexual play, SM/BD set aside aplomb for the contrast of master and submissive or subordinate. Nuanced, they score high on both Fahrenheit and Centigrade scales.

T is for TITILLATE as in ‘You can oscillate a tit a lot but you should not titillate an ocelot.’ 

T also is for TRICK, an answer to some prayers.

U is for URANIAN, not an interplanetary traveler or heavenly body but an antiquated term for BOY LOVER, it derives from the name of a god, URANUS. Really. Look it up.

V is for VIRGIN, a state of ignorance physical and psychological prized by fuck-minded fantasists. In reality, a perilous state the rectumfication of which without discomfort is dreadfully difficult. To DE-VIRIGINIZE an attractive boy such that his affections are prompted positively requires charisma of personality, patience behind penetrative practices, and plenty of LUBE.

W is for WANK, WANKER, and WANK-OFF, words used by members of the British Commonwealth in relation to MASTURBATION.

X is for X-RATED, a term invented to alert movie viewers that the film ahead would contain salacious, prurient, or downright lewd footage, more suggestive than actual. A later variant, XXX-RATED promised viewers bodaciously libidinal educational experiences of high-performance action usually unattainable by those without gymnastic skills but, thanks to better-equipped-than-you, insatiable, joint-flexible stars and detailed camerawork, of second-nature achievability in the cause to lift spirits toward the sublime and inspire further purchases (new releases, re-releases, and director’s cuts). Such productions carry mandated warnings that they are not for display to non-legal-age viewers – which, naturally, increases their attraction for such.

Y is for YOUNGMAN, the keenly-wrought teenage character in A Caring Dad, which will enlighten your concept of fatherhood and perhaps stir your crotch here.

Z is for ZELOPHILIA, the rare acceptance by a ZELOPHILE of sexual arousal from jealousy (whoo-ee!); also for ZUCCHINI, a healthy vegetable used by practitioners of ANAL SEX to substitute for a similarly sized ERECT PENIS.

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“Doctor, you’re so big… I can’t hold out much longer.” The cute, 20 something redheaded twink moaned as he straddled the silver fox of a Doctor on the examination table and pounded himself mercilessly on that cock. The tall dark and handsome doctor, the hot dad type, salt and pepper hair with steel blue eyes, sweat beaded across his forehead as he took his young patient to the edge of climax. In a swift movement, the jock found himself easily maneuvered onto his back with his legs over the doctors shoulders. Now the redhead with the amazing butt bit his lip, jacking his 8 inch uncut cock as the doctor grunted, slamming into his tight hole. “I’m gonna cum doc, fuuuuuuckk….” The jock groaned.

“Adam, are you getting ready?” Said a woman’s voice from the other side of the door. It sounded like it was straining to remain calm but that was not going to be much longer.

“I… Yes.. getting up mom!” Adam replied, startled his heart racing. Reaching for a Kleenex, he’d just shot his load over his taught abs. “Honestly.. When can I move out?” Adam muttered under his breath as he cleaned himself up with a bunch of cheap tissue that only seemed to come apart and stick to the cum slick shaft, his free hand heavy handily shut his Macbook. “Dad runs a multinational Corporation and we’re using the generic tissues again…” Adam thought to himself as he picked the white pieces off his dick.

“30 minutes until our guest arrives Adam, get it moving!” The woman said sounding more annoyed then last time. 

“I’m on it Tina.” Adam replied, his tone dripping in sarcasm. 

“Tina? … I’m your mother Adam Logan!” Tina called out, her voice growing more distant. “And wear something half decent, is that too much to ask?!” 

Adam rolled his eyes, listening at the door, the sound of her black Louboutins heels against the white marble staircase echoed through the hallway.

* * *

Adam finished drying off as he tied the towel around his waist, wiping some of the condensation from the bathroom mirror with his forearm.

“Look’n good Logan.” Adam thought to himself as he worked product into his sandy blonde hair, tussling it about, fixing it into a messy, yet at the same time put together style that was pushed over towards the right side. Adam had been spending a lot more time at the gym, and it was showing. His pecs were full and firm with a supple youthfulness. His stomach was tight, abs visible. Both arms and legs were both toned with clear definition. Thick thighs traveled up to Adam’s best feature, besides his blue eyes, a smooth, firm bubble butt. All this left Adam with a body that was lusted and envied over. 

After drying off, Adam put on a pair of black Calvin’s that hugged his butt and showcased his package. Hoping on one foot, he placed his foot into a pair of light blue faded slim fit jeans, well worn in, they were his favourite pair. Tossing a white T-shirt over his head, he pulled it over careful with his hair, pushing both arms through the sleeves. The shirt fit tight over his pectorals, sleeves snug to his biceps. Leaving the bathroom he ran his fingers through his hair once more getting it just right, there he was met with a familiar face wearing an utterly unimpressed expression, long blonde hair in a loose ponytail, bangs stuck up, and the same blue eyes as Adam. 

“Thank god… finally!” Adam’s younger sister Kristy said, shoving past, slamming the bathroom door behind her. She wasn’t sure why Adam always took forever in the bathroom but she had a few ideas. “And put your towel in, not on, the hamper!”

Adam made his way down stairs to the kitchen, sunlight flooded in through the large floor to ceiling windows. On the table, toast was stacked perfectly on a platter beside fresh cut fruit. Placing a piece of buttered toast in his mouth, he held it between those perfect teeth while pouring himself a cup of coffee, just barely making it into the mug. 

“Adam, you’ll get crumbs everywhere.” Came a petite Filipino woman, her lips red, eyes lined with black pencil, long black hair pulled up into a neat bun. She grabbed the toast from his mouth and placing it on a small plate. “Your mother spent a fortune on these plates, use them.”  

“I wish you could come with us Maria.” Said Adam, putting an arm around the smaller woman’s shoulders, pulling her in for a one armed hug, her perfume was floral, yet warm and comforting.

“I know honey, but my kids are settled here and they love their school, all their friends.” Maria replied softly. “And, your mom got me a job with the family across the street, they have two daughters, so they know how to use a laundry hamper.” She gave Adam a raised eyebrow, crossing her arms, but a grin all in fun. “And I won’t miss the tissues piles under your bed.”

“I get it, you can’t up and move your whole life.. I’ll just miss you, and those amazing pork buns you make for me.” Adam said, exaggerating his pout. “And I have sinus issues… allergies.”

“Ah, it’s allergies…” Maria replied, uncrossing her arms, that one brow still raised high. “So you know, your mother wants to take on the cooking and cleaning when you move to the new house.” Maria said, sounding sceptical. “You kids are going to have to pull your weight.”

“She mentioned. Not looking forward to that, we’ll probably end up dead from food poisoning or malnutrition.” Adam replied, shaking his head. “I’m sure once she’s met the other ladies who lunch, she’ll be hiring a housekeeper in no time.”

“Give your mother some credit honey.” Maria chuckled, as the topic of conversation entered the kitchen.

“Adam, you wouldn’t be insinuating, I’m an awful cook now would you?” Tina said walking into the kitchen and looking Adam over critically. “Jeans… really?” Her trim figure and full bust was dressed impeccably in a sleeveless beige dress to the knee, a thin black belt which shone her trim waist, sandy blonde hair to the shoulder, bangs cut straight and even, her make up nude and minimal, showing her natural beauty. “As you were saying?”

“Mom the turkey you made last Thanksgiving was so under cooked, it practically had a pulse.” Adam said. “And yes jeans… I’m talking to a high school principal not the head of admissions to Yale.”

Before anymore could be said, the door bell rang, Tina looked at Adam narrowing her eyes. “That’s our guest… Your dad is in the library, go join him.”

* * *

“Thank you for having me.” The tall around 6 ft man said as he took a sip of his tea placing it back onto the saucer before he began to speak again. He was a slender man with gray hair and a clean shaven face. He had green eyes and glasses that framed his face well. He wore a brown tweed blazer with a white dress shirt and dark navy dress pants. This man looked distinguished, like some silver fox who could grace a GQ cover. “So Adam I hear you’re into competitive soccer.”

“He’s got an impressive career for an 18 year old Mr. Bradshaw.” Kent, Adam’s dad said proudly. Kent looked much like his son only his hairline was receding and starting to turn gray. However he still maintained a great body shape and worked out almost daily.

“Please, call me Alex, The students call me Mr. Bradshaw. ” Alex laughed. “It makes me sound old.”

“Yeah, soccer is my life, I’ve always had a dream of playing in MLS or the English league, though I don’t think I’m at the European level just yet.” Adam said with a half smile.

“Well I’m sure you will be a welcomed addition to our team. ” Alex said. “So did you have any questions about the school Adam?” Alex pulled a brochure out of his brief case and passed it across the coffee table to Adam. On the cover of the brochure was a picture of the school, it looked impressive Adam thought. It had an historical looking gray stone exterior and a central clock tower which green English ivy grew up, encircling the clock at the top. The paths were lined with boxwood hedges and chestnut trees lined the central path which led to the wooden front doors of the schools which looked like they had been taken from some 15th century castle.

“This place looks like Harvard.” Adam said sounding impressed.

“It was actually the original city hall before they moved it to downtown White Oaks. We had it fully refurbished and remodelled into a school with enough capacity for 500 students.” Alex said. “Before I became the Principal, I was the CEO of my own company, it was a national development firm called Bradshaw group. I sold the company to take on another passion of mine which is education.”

“I’m so looking forward to moving back home.” Tina said with a warm smile. “We’ve been in Oakville, California for the last 10 years now, Kent’s work brought us here… I’m from Victoria, British Columbia originally and Kent’s from Toronto. We lived in Vancouver before moving here. I was excited to move to California at first, that is until I found out Oakville is nowhere near the beach and we are living in a red square inside a blue state. The people here are so backwards and narrow minded.”

“Can I be excused for a moment?” Adam said getting up from his arm chair. “Too much coffee.”

“Use the upstairs bathroom dear, Maria just cleaned the downstairs.” Tina said as she leaned in close towards Alex and Kent. 

“So has Adam come out to you yet?” Alex asked point-blank. “Sorry to be so forward, I just wanted to get to this quickly while he’s out of the room.”

“Not yet, but he’s aware it’s an all boys school with a focus on gay youth.” Kent replied. “He grew up in Vancouver around gay people…. Tina and I have tons of gay friends.”

“We’re going to let him come out in his own time but hopefully this will help, being with guys just like him and give him a little push. Like I said, this town is very conservative; Adam would get so much hassle if he came out at high school here.” Tina said as she paused and took a sip of her tea. “We figured we had a gay son when I found some, how should I say this…  interesting DVD’s in a shoe box, besides my son isn’t exactly hard on the eyes and zero interest in women. Never once brought a girl home even though I know they are lining up to be with him.

“And that’s your reason for moving back to Canada? Adam is so lucky to have such great parents.” Alex said with a beaming smile. “Just amazing.”

“Well I was actually promoted to Chief Executive of our Canadian division which has its head quarters just outside of White Oaks so let’s just say everything fell perfectly into place. ” Kent replied. “When we were looking at schools in the area, you were the top choice by far.”

“My son Nathan was bullied in school. He’s always been very forward and open with who he is. I couldn’t stand to see him go through the torture he had to endure, day after day.  I’m a very blessed man and wanted to open a school for gay students and allies, that is when my dream of White Oaks Secondary school for Boys came to be real.” Alex said he looked as though he was thinking far back. “Besides the school though, you’ll love the golf Kent, we have some of the best courses in the country.”

“Adam and I love to go to the driving range and do the occasional 9 holes. This will let us get in a lot more father son bonding time wont it Adam?” Kent said as Adam came back into the room taking his seat between his mom and dad.

“Damn straight old man.” Adam said rubbing his dad on the head. “Another opportunity for me to kick your butt.” 

“Well usually I don’t get to meet my students and Parents like this. It was great I was only an hour away. My wife and I have a cottage up by Pine Lake; we usually spend the last few weeks of summer up there.” Alex said, as he placed a folder of forms on the table. “I’ll leave you with the information and policies package.”

“I hope to meet you and your wife as soon as we get settled in.” Tina smiled.

“I would love that. And Adam, I’m sure Nathan my son would love to take you on a tour of the town and introduce you to the guys on the team.” Alex collected his belongings and stood up extending his hand towards Adam.

“Sounds great.” Adam said shaking Alex’s hand firmly. “I look forward to it sir.”

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The flight was going smoothly, Adam guessed by now they were about half way into the journey. Kent’s company had given them the use the company’s private jet to fly the family to Vancouver.”I could get use to this.” Adam thought, reclined in the plush leather seat. 

Adam was playing games on his phone while Kristy sat up ahead watching some movie on the big screen. Both Adam’s parents were out cold. Neither of them being good flyers and had taken an ativan prior to the flight. Adam was glad he would at least get three hours to himself.

“Can I offer you a drink sir?” A deep voice asked, bringing Adam out of his trance on the different coloured gems that were falling and exploding on the game in front of him. “Very addictive game…” The man said smiling, a row of perfect white teeth. The flight attendant had a stocky build and was shorter than Adam at about 5’9. He had an olive complexion, likely Italian or somewhere around the Mediterranean and slicked back black hair with the most smouldering pair of brown eyes Adam had ever seen.  He wore black dress pants with a black vest over a white dress shirt that was all neatly pressed and tucked in. A badge with the name Nicholas was attached to his vest.

“Any scotch Nicholas?” Adam said with a grin.

“Are you 21?” The flight attendant asked amused.

“Make it a coke.” Adam said sounding slightly annoyed.

“Yes sir.” The flight attendant added ice cubes to the crystal tumbler and poured the coke over them. That glass looks way to good for coke Adam though.

“Here you are sir.” Nicholas said handing Adam the glass.

“Thanks man.” Adam said taking the glass as he felt it leave his finger tips. He felt a sudden sensation on his crotch that made him jolt upright. The entire contents of the glass had ended up on Adam’s lap. “Fuck that’s cold.”

“Sir, I’m so sorry.” The man said grabbing a white linen napkin, he began to dab Adam’s pants dry. He feverishly dabbed around Adam’s crotch, between his thighs and around his shaft. Adam was starting to feel aroused.

“I’ve got it, don’t worry man.” Adam said blushing red across his whole face and neck. “It’s only coke, it’ll come out.”

Nicholas noticed how much Adam was blushing and seemed to be uncomfortable. “I might have something you can change into.” Nicholas replied.

“I’ll be fine, really.” Adam said adjusting his crotch. Trying in vain to hide his growing erection, it was no use as the studly flight attendant had already noticed.

“Don’t worry about that.” Nicholas said in a hushed tone.

“Worry about what?” Adam said sounding mildly alarmed.

Nicholas nodded towards Adams crotch.

“Sorry dude… It kind of happened when you were dabbing my junk.” Adam said turning even redder.

Nicholas leaned forward brining his mouth close to Adam’s ear.  “You are so fucking hot.” he whispered as he began to dab at Adam’s shaft again he was brushing his hand over his twitching rock hard cock making Adam stream precum and moan lightly as he bit his bottom lip. He was feeling so much pleasure and his parents were only two seats ahead. This was so wrong but Adam couldn’t help it, he was so turned on by this handsome waiter practically giving him a hand job through his pants.

“I’m getting close.” Adam said breathing in deeply.

“Good boy.” Nicholas whispered seductively into Adam’s ear making the hairs on the back of Adam’s neck stand up, sending shivers down his spine. At the same time he wanted to rip his clothes off and go full on with this stud but he had to hold back, he was on a plane with his family none the less.

“I’m gonna cum…” Adam whispered looking into the man’s face, starring right into his eyes as his body tensed up and he could feel three thick shots of cum leave his cock.

“So, how about that change of pants Mr. Logan?” Nicholas asked. “You’ll find a pair in that small room at the back. You can change in there as well.”

“Thanks…” Adam said getting his bearings, still breathing heavy and trying to process what just happened.

“Now, let me get you that scotch.” Nicholas smiled as he placed a small white paper napkin over Adam’s cum and coke soaked crotch in a failed attempt to hide it. “I hope you fly with us again very soon Mr. Logan.”

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Adam still couldn’t believe what had happened with that Nicholas guy. That was my first sexual experience with a guy Adam thought. He’d had chances when guys looked at him in the change room shower a little too long, but he never had the balls to follow through with anything. “Does this still make me a virgin, or maybe like half a virgin.” Adam thought to himself.

“White Oaks will be coming up shortly.” The driver said putting down the glass divider. His voice brought Adam out of his daze, he looked almost like Jon Hamm on steroids and smelled of smoke, the Mercedes town car smelt more like a taxi.

“Awesome, thanks man.” Adam replied. “I’ll try wake my parents up.” Adam nudged his mother. “Wake up!” he said loudly, taking great pleasure in it. Tina had woken Adam up too many times, this was revenge.

“SHIT!” Tina jumped startled. “Where are we?” She looked in her handbag for a mirror, when she found one she fixed her slightly dishevelled hair. 

“I don’t know, a sign we past five minutes ago said White Oaks was in a couple miles.” Kristy said sounding bored. “There are so many trees here.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Kent said as he came to after his ativan induced slumber.

“I can’t believe I’m leaving my friends, my school… all of that behind. ” Kristy said rolling her eyes her tone was unimpressed and verging on catty.

“I see buildings up head.” Adam said, excitement in his voice.

“Thank god… something to look at besides Christmas trees.” Kristy said sounding just as sour as before.

“They’re actually called spruce, pines, and fur trees.” Adam said correcting Kristy who looked like she was about the blow.

“Thanks for that insight Adam.” Kristy said her tone sarcastic.

“Good we made it!” Kent said sounding excited. His legs were numb from all the sitting.

A sign with letters in fancy writing, showed ‘Welcome to White Oaks – Where the Pacific meets the Mountains.’ The sign adorned a stone wall and was covered in ivy, a garden bed in front of the sign was nicely bordered with boxwood and red and white flowers grew into a nice full spread, the colours of the Canadian flag that stood tallest amongst a pair of flag poles, beside what was presumably the town crest on the other.

As the car drove down the main street called Three Oaks Boulevard, huge houses, some like manors came into view.  Many gated in with the finest of luxury cars in the driveway. All the gardens were perfectly maintained and hedges and bushes were pruned like something out of home and garden magazine.

“These houses are massive.” Kristy said sounding excited which was a far cry from just moments ago on the edge of a breakdown.

“So this is the main road, it takes you thru the entire town.” The driver said. “North to south, Mountain pass road runs along the coast on an east to west. Where Three Oaks meets Mountain pass, that’s where the downtown is, if you like shopping you’ll want to check it out.”

The driver drove the limo up a long driveway that led to a beautiful Cape Cod style mansion with pale yellow wood siding and black wooden shutters on both sides of all the windows. A porch with an overhead veranda wrapped its way around the whole of the house the railings painted white. A massive Oak tree in the middle of the lawn with a tree swing tied from a strong low hanging branch which the driveway wrapped around as it headed back out to the road. It was one of those horse shoe shaped driveways. A small sign painted white with black letters with the number 85 was above the middle of the 3 car garage.

“Welcome home kids.” Kent said with a big smile.

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The following morning Adam woke up to the sun coming through the blinds ever so slightly shining against a pile of boxes which contained 99 percent of his life. Ignoring the daunting chore of unpacking, his mind drifted to the events of yesterday with Nicholas the hot flight attendant who gave him a hand job. Adam pictured what it would be like to have Nicholas in bed with him right then and there and what his cock might look like, what it would feel like in his hand, better yet in his mouth. Adam started to play with his shaft jerking it up and down, spitting in his hand and lubing it up nice and slick, letting his other hand travel over his pecs he played with his nipples, they were becoming hard the more he became aroused.

“Adam… are you up?” came a knock at the door. Adam composed himself and covered his throbbing cock under his duvet as the door began to open.

“Hey mom…” Adam said pretending to yawn like he had only just woken up.

“Hey honey, did you sleep well?” Tina asked.

“The best sleep ever, this new bed is like sleeping on a cloud.” Adam said putting his hand over his duvet covered crotch to further hide his now semi erect penis.

“Your dad, Kristy and I were going to head downtown and pick up groceries and some other things for the house, I’m sure you want to sleep in, want anything?” Tina asked.

“No I’m fine I’ll just have some coffee I’m not feeling hungry at the moment.” Adam replied “We do have coffee in right?”

“Are you kidding? The four of us without caffeine, I can’t even imagine. There’s a pot on the counter.” Tina said laughing. “We’re leaving now, but call me if you need anything.”

“Thanks mom…” Adam said waiting for her to shut the door. Once he was sure he was in the clear he took the duvet off and started playing with his now flaccid cock. “Now where were we?” Adam said to himself.

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The house had already been decorated before they got there; Tina was a perfectionist and could never move into an empty house. The way the house was decorated Adam could have sworn he woke up in a Pottery Barn.

Adam poured himself a cup of coffee, black, just how he liked it and made his way to the front bay window to look at the houses over the road and take in the neighborhood. The move made Adam a little anxious, but this place was so great it was hard not to be taken away by its beauty and feel completely at home. Out of the corner of Adam’s eye he spotted someone cutting across his lawn walking towards his house.

“Fuck…” Adam groaned, he was not in the mood for visitors. “He pulled away from the window so he couldn’t be seen and sat in an arm chair out of sight. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Adam pretended not to hear it and stayed quiet.

Then there was a second knock, “Hello?” A man’s voice called out on the other side of the door. Then another knock.

“Shit, this guys persistent.” Adam muttered under his breath.

“I clearly just saw you in the window about 10 seconds ago.” The man’s voice said in a demanding tone.

Great Adam thought.  “Busted.” He said to himself. “One second, I’m coming!”

“You better be.” The voice replied.

“Who the fuck is this douche…” Adam thought to himself as he opened the front door.

The guy standing on his doorstep was about 6 ft the same height as Adam. He had Brown hair that was combed back neatly and sat high atop his head, something like you’d see on a runway model. He had blue, blue eyes and a strong defined jaw line, his body was slender and well toned. He wore a navy cardigan open with a gray deep v-neck shirt underneath showing of some nice peck cleavage and a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses that hung from the centre of the ‘V’, a pair of well fitted tan khaki shorts that ended 2 inches above his knees. To finish off his outfit was a pair of white leather dock shoes without socks, the shoes so white it looked like they had just come out of the box. With his right hand he held a Louis Vuitton men’s bag in brown and light brown Damier canvas. “Shit this dude is put together Adam thought checking him out while trying not to be too obvious.

“Hi, I’m Nathan.” The teen said extending his hand. He was cute and typically masculine looking with a hint of a lisp in his voice which Adam found endearing.

“I’m Adam, nice to meet you Nathan.” His hand and Nathans met in a firm grip.

“So I don’t usually do this shit, but my dad is crazy and pretty much told me I had to be the welcoming committee.” Nathan said half smiling, he sounded slightly annoyed too. “Anyways my mom made Chocolate Chip Banana Bread for your family.” Nathan unceremoniously pulled a loaf out of his bag that was wrapped in parchment paper and plastic wrap. Handing it over to Adam.

“Ugh… Thanks.” Adam said taking the loaf; it was still warm to the touch. “Thank your mom for me.”

“Oh… she didn’t really make it, are you kidding? Sylvia our maid baked it.” Nathan smiled. “My mother has no idea what to do in the kitchen. Though, she is pretty handy with a cork screw.”

“Sounds like my mom… I mean, the not having a clue in the kitchen part.” Adam laughed.

“So enjoying your last Saturday of summer before school starts?” Nathan asked seeming more comfortable now.

“Yeah, just going to unpack a little, might go for a run later, and check out the neighborhood.” Adam said taking a sip of his coffee he still had in his hand. “Seems like a nice place.”

“Yeah it’s a great place. I live just across the street.” Nathan said as he pointed towards a huge English style manor looking house. It was surrounded by a high black iron fence and had a Range Rover and a Porsche parked out front.

“Nice place.” Adam said looking at it in amazement. “It’s huge…”

“Thanks Adam.” Nathan said as he paused and changed the subject, his tone had become more direct again, a little stand offish. “So I know we just met, but I’m having some of the guys from the soccer team over tonight. In case you didn’t know I’m also the captain.”

“Right on. I’ll be trying out for sure.” Adam said excitedly.

“Are you kidding? Don’t try fooling me, my dad told me all about your soccer background; you’re on the team no questions about it.” Nathan said with a grin. “So are you going to come over for some drinks tonight? My parents are at a charity fundraiser in Vancouver overnight and it is the last weekend of summer……..”

“That sounds great; I should probably unpack a bit first though.” Adam said sounding more reserved and quiet. He knew being in the closet was going to make things awkward. Especially around a group of gay guys who were likely all out to their families.

“I’m not taking no for an answer Adam.” Nathan laughed changing his tone and speaking almost firmly. “At 8 o’clock tonight, you will walk your ass across this road and you’ll have a great night and you’ll be glad you came. Otherwise we will all come over here and carry you over.” Nathan laughed.

“Fine, I’m in…” Adam smiled. “I’ll be there at 8.”

“Oh and one more thing, before you go…” Nathan said as he rummaged around through his bag, “here it is.” Nathan pulled a small white garment out of his bag and placed it in Adam’s hand with the loaf.

“What is this?” Adam said looking taken back by the garment.

 “It’s a jock strap, duh…” Nathan said with a coy smile. “It’s part of your soccer uniform. Welcome to the team.”

Adam laughed nervously but was slightly turned on by the tiny garment. “I’ll cherish it.”

“You better, see you later.” Nathan said as he turned to walk away.

Adam watched Nathan walk away; he had a cute round butt that filled out the back of his shorts nicely.

As he went back inside he placed the loaf on the kitchen table, he held the jock strap up; right on the front of the waist band was the letters ‘W.O.S.C’. “White Oaks… Soccer Club.” Adam said as he put them in the pocket of his sweatpants.  “I think I’m going to like it here.” Adam thought to himself, a broad smile grew across his face.

End of Chapter 1

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Closing the app, I opened his photo once more. This isn’t a real person, I told myself. I’ve been burned before: sometimes the pic I get sent is the person – 15 years ago. Or 50 pounds ago. I get we all may embellish from time to time: an inch shorter than the profile says or 10 pounds over what’s listed. I doubt I weigh the 200 I told him – more like 208. But sometimes, it’s not even the same person at all! My eyes burned every detail into my brain: his dark brown skin, his big willing eyes, perfect smile and hair. Everything. So why was I getting into the shower if I thought it was all a farce?

The past six weeks hadn’t been fun. Between family and work issues, I also just went through a breakup after almost ten years. Maybe I was too young to start a relationship. No! It wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t the one that cheated. Sure, I wasn’t totally innocent – I’m not perfect. But I didn’t deserve what I got. So, it’s been a while since I’ve ‘been’ with anyone other than my right hand. And even then, when I did jack off (which wasn’t often), it wasn’t enjoyable. Though it was more enjoyable than what some guys online had recently offered. I was in a rut, as they say. And I needed shocked out of it. 

Rinsing off the soap, I let the water cascade down my body – its heat penetrating my body. As I rubbed myself with the exfoliating mitt, I verified with myself that I still had a good body. Not like when I was 21, but for being in my early thirties, it was good. Just as good as some guys five years younger than myself. I braced myself against the shower tile wondering why I get the dud guys like I do. I’m a good guy, have a nice body, good smile and sense of humor. I’m active but not crazy busy. I turned off the shower and stood there, water dripping off of me. I just didn’t get it.

Stepping in front of the mirror, I wiped off the accumulated steam and looked at myself nude. Maybe there’s something I’m just not seeing. I draped the towel over my shoulders and turned, my head remaining focused on my reflection. The right amount of hair in the right places, not weird birthmarks, decently muscled…I turned further…still got a nice ass and package (though, to be fair, those things were never questioned by myself or anyone I was ever with – I literally do quite well in those areas). Giving up I shrugged, swiped on some deodorant and finished getting ready.

I looked in the mirror one last time before heading out. Hair is on point, shirt is nice and pressed showing off just enough chest and arms but not being obnoxious, stubble is perfectly trimmed and shaped and jeans are tight but not too tight. I spritzed on two doses of cologne, sighed, and walked out of the bathroom. Grabbing my keys, I headed out the door to my car.

The evening was warm and relaxing as I walked into the coffee shop. Fortunately, it wasn’t too busy so I grabbed a table in the corner where I could see him come in the front door. Before I left, I checked my phone and had no message from him, causing butterflies in my stomach on the way here. Still thinking I’d be stood up I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened the app once I was seated and ‘comfortable’.  A message. I read it and felt a bit more confident. He (his name is Tony) said his ETA was 8:20PM. My phone showed 8:17PM. Tony also said he’d be wearing a green polo, jeans and sandals. I replied that I was already there, where I was sitting and what I was wearing. I closed the app and, to pass a few minutes, I opened one of my games. This particular one seems to calm me when I’m nervous, which was helpful tonight, watching the time in the corner of my screen. 8:19PM. 8:20PM. 8:21PM. 8:23PM.

I closed the game and stood up, sliding the phone in my pocket. “Stood up” I said quietly to myself. I looked up ready to walk away and coming in the shop on the far corner was the most beautiful black man I’ve ever seen (and I’ve seen Michael B. Jordan many, many times) wearing sandals, shorts and a green polo. Then there was that face – the same face in the photos he sent me. But holy damn, why did he only send me phots from the neck up with a body like that?!? For a second, he scanned the room looking for me, smiling once he recognized me. I stood there in amazement that 1) he came and 2) he’s the person in the photo. 

“Mike?” he asked when got close enough.

“Uh…yeah. Yeah. Yes! Hi” I replied, still caught in his presence like a rogue comet being pulled into a planet.

“Hi. Sorry I’m a bit late – I had a hell of a time finding a place to park” he explained, the tone of his voice more calming than any game I’ve played as of late.

“It’s.. OK. No problem” I replied, standing there like a fool.

“Can we sit?” he asked, tilting his head slightly flashing a good smile.

“Please” I said, finally regaining some composure. “What would you like to drink? My treat.”

“Oh thanks! Latte would be fine” he replied.

Returning with our drinks, I sat down. “Thanks for meeting tonight” I started off.

“I was happy to. I don’t have too much luck with those apps around here” he replied.

“Really? Why’s that?”

“Either the guy’s not my type initially or we meet, and he’s lied about something major” he replied, causing me to laugh.

“Sounds all too familiar” I replied.

We spent the next hour or so chatting, all the while I was expecting him to tell me he’s a serial killer running from the Feds. Or his boyfriend to make an appearance. Maybe he’d kick me under the table (I had a friend that had that happen so don’t laugh or roll your eyes). But nothing like that. Just good conversation from a sexy man that smelled so damngood.

We got to know each other over that hour or so pretty well. He was an easy conversationalist and quite bright – his maturity belies his 26 year old self. He told me his childhood dog just recently died. 

“Sorry to hear that. I don’t know what I’d do when it comes time for Baltar” I said.

“Who’s Baltar?” he asked. 

“My dog. Didn’t I tell you?” 

“No! Oh my god I love dogs. Let me see let me see!” His whole demeanor changed from mature, sexy man to a giddy child. It was endearing to see this man, who’s bigger than me in height and width, make such a complete transformation before my eyes. Of course I showed him Baltar’s photos on my phone. 

“He’s beautiful” he said.

“Thanks. That’s my boy” I proudly proclaimed.

“He’s just like his dad” he said, leaning back on his chair and looking directly into my eyes. I felt my cheeks blush. “I’d love to see him sometime” he flirted, his sideways smile and arched eyebrow indicated his intent. Was this an offer? Just being flirty? I’ve been out of the hunt for so long I wasn’t sure. But I relied on my instinctual game, which I had in spades back in the day. 

“He’s there right now. You’re welcomed to stop come in and see him” I said, putting it all out there. His face made the ‘oh really?’ face.

“Sure. I’d love that” he replied. I sighed a sigh of relief – I still had it, my ex- be damned!

“I parked down the street. Where did you park?” I asked.

“Come with me. I’ll drive you to your car” he offered.

I followed him out, admiring his ass – an ass which I was jealous of. His polo’s color was perfect for his warm, caramel colored skin and, with each step, it allowed his muscles to catch the light of the coffee shop just right. He drove me to my car and said he’d follow me back to my place.

The whole car ride home I was anxious and nervous. I don’t even remember what was on the radio and as a musician and music fan, that’s rare for me. I checked my breath in the darkness of the car as I drove, reaching in the glovebox for a mint. I wanted to be ready – just in case.

“Nice place” he said, as he walked in. 

“Thanks” I replied.

“But you know why I’m here!” he exclaimed. “Where is he?”

I wanted into the spare room and opened Baltar’s cage. He bounded out past me, knowing someone else is here. By the time I got around the corner, Baltar and Tony are rolling around on the floor.

“B!” I yelled. “Stop!” I wasn’t sure who was having more fun – Tony or Baltar.

“It’s ok it’s fine!” he yelled and Baltar licked and rolled around with him on the floor. Lucky dog, I thought, as I finally called him off of Tony.

“He’s a peach!” he told me. “Makes me miss Maggie” he said, his eyes welling up.

“Hey now. No sadness here tonight!” I said, grabbing his shoulder. It was firm and soft at the same time.

“Want something to drink?” I offered.

“Sure” he replied, pulling himself together. I tossed him a bottle of water and offered a seat on the sofa. Baltar finally settled down into his spot as I turned on the TV. 

“Oh man. You’ve got dog hair on your shirt. Here:” I said reaching for the pet roller. I rolled it over his torso, felling it rise and fall against his muscles. He’s built more than he looks, I thought. “There. That’s better” I said, brushing the last few dog hairs off his chest, slower than normal, enjoying the feel of his body.

“Thanks” he whispered. “And I was wrong.”

“About?” I asked, still pulling off imaginary dog hairs from his shirt as an excuse to keep touching him.

“Your dog is cute. But his person is hot” he whispered as he reached behind my head and pulled my mouth to his. Our lips met and, at first, and I tasted his warmth while smelling his cologne. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hard before, but with the touching and now the kissing, I was at full mast. 

We kissed, our lips and tongues exploring new territory, feeling each other up – him tasting me and me tasting him. Once we pulled away, he placed his forehead on mine.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night” he whispered.

“Why did you wait?” I whispered back.

“I wasn’t sure if you want to or not” he replied. I stepped back.

“Why would you say that?” I asked.

‘I wasn’t sure if I was your type, you being so sexy and all” he admitted.

“You want to see how much of my type you are?” I asked, almost annoyed he’d think such a thing. I grabbed his hand and placed in on my, literally, throbbing cock.

“How that for my type?” I asked with a grin, my game now back in full force – or so I thought.

“That works for me” he said as he pulled me towards him once again, this time with more passion that I expected. He backed me up past Baltar and up against the wall. He moved his mouth down the side of my neck, causing me to whine like a lost child before he latched on it like a starving vampire. It’s been a long time since someone’s done that to me. I had to push him away or I was going to bust a nut right there.

“What? Sorry!” he panted.

“No no. It’s good. Real good” I laughed. “I just needed a break for a second – catch my breath!”

As my heart rate returned to normal, I looked at his green polo. I knew it had to go.

“Take that off” I commanded.

“You first” he countered, throwing me off my game. I’ve always been the dominating one in this situation. Maybe, today would start my more submissive role. I did as he said, tossing my shirt on the sofa. He broke out into the biggest smile I’ve ever seen.

“Wow” he said. “You’re….” 

“What?” 

“Perfect” he replied, grabbing my hand and placing it on his dick. My god. I could feel the heat generating off of it like a stove top! He reached down and pulled his shirt off, tossing it on top of mine – foreshadowing. His chest was full and firm and flat, with a small dusting of hair in the middle and a few around each nipple. His stomach was smooth except for a small patch around his belly button.

“Now that’s perfection” I said, instinctively falling to my knees. Baltar knew what was up and headed to his cage. I pulled at his belt like a Wildman, finally freeing his shorts and pulled them down to the floor, feeling his hairy legs in the process. His boxer briefs were stretched to the limits trying to hide from me what I wanted more than ever. I nuzzled my face against his visibly pulsing piece of meat, the heat coming from it causing my cheek to tingle. I ran my hand up the back of his legs to that ass, feeling every inch of it before I grabbed his waistline and pulled down his underwear. Out flopped the biggest, most perfect dick I’ve ever seen personally in my life. I’m not small in that department – good length and thick. But nothing like Tony. I looked up at him as if begging for future mercy, my mouth watering and my own dick already soaking my jeans through my own boxers.

Grabbing it by the base, I pulled it up, exposing his smooth balls that were hanging there like a set of grandfather clock pendulums. I focused on the wet drop on the slit and tasted it. It was sweet and warm. I wrapped my lips around the flared head causing him to moan slightly. Being up for the chore, I slowly slide my mouth down along his shaft, wetting it with my tongue, until its head hit the back of my throat. Taking a breath, I forced it down my throat further and further until my nose was resting against his shaved pubes. I squeezed it for all I was worth – he seemed to like it. Pulling off to the head ridge, then back down, I picked up the pace, but I knew there was something else I wanted to do with it.

Standing up I said to him “It’s been a while since I had anyone inside of me. I think tonight’s the night.” 

“First things first” he said, as he bent down, removed my jeans and boxers and returned the favor. He had a technique that was amazing but kept me right on the edge. Every time I’d think I was close and ready to push him off of me, he switched it up and all my juice would return from a full on boil to a simmer. Time and time again he did this to me, to the point I was barely able to stand up.

“That’s enough!” I yelled pushing him off of me. He looked up at me, smiled, stood up and lead me into the bedroom by my wet, tortured dick.

“You’re gonna’ need lube” he stated matter-of-factly. I pulled the nightstand drawer open, almost pulling it out entirely. I dropped on my back on the bed and tossed him the bottle. I watched as the light from the other room spilled onto his profile, reflecting off his ever shinier shaft. All I heard was the sound of a dick being wetted by a hand full of lube and my heart beating in my ears. 

He grabbed the back of my knees and pushed them back to my chest, leaving me enough room to peer through the gap in my legs. I watched him position himself – seeing individual muscles flex as he arranged his body to meet mine. I felt that gigantically thick head hit my hairy balls, the slide down my taint until it found my hole. Electricity flowed through my body like a steady running stream. I knew it’s been years since I’ve bottomed and never had I had a real thing this big. So, I took a breath and tried to relax, keeping my head where I could watch.

At first it was pressure, then the heat of a hot iron piercing me. My ass tried to fight it, but it was no use. Tony was about my height but weighed more and was stronger. The weight, his strength and determination pushed his head into me. I yelled and dropped my head to the bed, unable to watch.

“You OK?” he asked, his voice caring and patient.

“Yeah. Please. I just need it so bad” I found myself pleading.

“You got it” he growled. I looked up through the pain expecting to see a demon based on his voice, but it was still Tony, just a different, more determined Tony. He pushed in; a lot faster than I anticipated. In an effort not to have the cops called, I grabbed the pillow behind me and covered my mouth as I screamed like a stuck pig. Tears filled my eyes as each inch pushed into me. I didn’t measure but I’m sure he was working with at least nine inches of length. Length isn’t the worst part though. It was the girth. With each inch of length I’d bet he had ½ an inch of width. Fortunately, unlike me who is thicker at the base, he was the same width from base to flared head. What seemed like hours finally came to an end when I felt his body resting on my ass.

“Wow. I think that’s the tightest ass I’ve ever had the pleasure to be in” he said, his face now inches from my own. 

“Holy F-…” I started to say before he started pulling out, my tightness causing suction, taking my insides with him. I groaned with pain and pleasure. “Holy F-…” I started to say again as he dropped himself back into me, showing my insides back where they started. His weight and force crush what air I had in my lungs out. I looked back at him and he smiled. I’m sure my face was distorted enough for him to know I was enjoying myself. That’s when it started.

Without much sympathy, and no hesitation, he started slamming into me like I’ve been taking that thing for years. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move, I could barely moan or groan. I heard the wet slap of skin on skin, his heaving breathing and whatever noises I could make as he laid on top of me and punished me. Just like I needed.

As I was getting into a rhythm, he pulled out completely, with an audible pop, causing me to gasp for air. He grabbed my legs and rolled me to my side, pulled my ass towards him and, mounting me again, shoved that gigantic thing back inside me. He held me down by my shoulder as he rammed into me over and over again. A couple minutes later, he pulled out and lubbed back up. I relaxed my body as best I could as I turned to see him. The streetlight cascaded through the slightly opened blinds and I could see how it reflected off of his glistening caramel skin. 

“Nicest ass I’ve ever had. Tight and hairy. Just how I like it!” he said as he grabbed my ankles and pulled my rear off the edge of the bed. Looping my legs over his sweaty shoulder, I felt that dangerous head on the rim of my hole as he pushed forward, the head finally popping inside, before the crumpled on top of me to get his balance. 

By now, my hairy stomach was wet with my own preload. As he pushed himself to an upright position, his hand grazed my wet stomach.

“Look at all this!” he exclaimed. He ran his finger through it and stuck them in my mouth. I could taste a combination of my own juices and his sweat, as well as smell his cologne still. He hooked his fingers in my mouth and went crazy on my hole. Hard, fast, slow, deep, form the top, from the bottom, from the side, down then up, up then down… For fifteen minutes or so he worked me over to a point where I thought I was going to pass out.

Then, without warning, he released me, pulled out and climbed on top of me. Before I could even catch my breath, he straddled me, grabbed my pleaded cock, and sat down on it. His smooth balls slapped my wet stomach and his heavy monster landed at the bottom of my ribcage with a thud. His chute squeezed my dick as he rocked around, back-n-forth, moaning as he held tightly to the base of his own pole. He rose up and down a few times, him milking my piece like it’s not been milked before. 

I didn’t even get a chance to get into a rhythm before I felt his already tight ass clamped on my dick then, a second later, I felt a hot jet of liquid hit my face. Then another squeeze and another jet hit my chin. Then another squeeze than a volley of hot ropes landed on my chest. I counted six of seven before I lost control and blasted up inside of him. His body shook as he relinquished the last of his jizz, but I was still pumping him full of my own genetic material. The best I could manage with this much weight on me was small thrust, but I did the best I could – getting all those swimmers up there as far as I could. 

He looked down at me, his face inquisitive as I kept pushing more seed into him. He finally pulled off of me, causing my still shooting member to drop its last couple of shots on my already soaked body. He crumpled next to me, our chests heaving up and down like an in sync engine. In silence our breathing returned to normal.

“Damn” he said, his voice almost hoarse. “That was – amazing!”

I tried to speak but couldn’t. My hole and lungs were on fire, my throat, punished earlier by the deep throating that beast, was now dry from what breathing I could muster in the last thirty-or-so minutes. All I could do was look at him, smile, and shake my head ‘yes’. He laughed as his now cooling load rolled off my ribcage to the sheets. And I didn’t care. I wanted to feel every one of his sperm wiggle their way across my skin while they could. We laid there until Baltar came into the room to investigate the noises and, I suspect, the smell. 

“I think I need a shower” I admitted.

“Me too” he said. I was game. He pulled me of the bed, my legs weak, and we walked into the shower. I watched, saddened, as his semen was washed away down the drain. But we had to clean up, and we did. Within ten minutes, we were both dressed, and he was heading towards the door. We said our goodbyes and, made plans to meet up this weekend. I watched that sexy ass mo-fo walk to his car and leave. I closed the door and hobbled to the couch to sleep, wondering what next weekend would hold for us. I can wash the sheet tomorrow, I thought, as I fell asleep, Baltar laying on the floor next to me.

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The day after my boss Mr. Mitchell caught me going through his gym bag, I was terrified of seeing him at work and seriously just considered quitting then, but for my career, I mustered up the courage to go to the office as normal and hopefully give an apology that would smooth everything over with him.

That morning, I sat at my office waiting anxiously for Mr. Mitchell to arrive. When he finally did, he came down the long hallway to his office carrying the same gym bag he had forced my face into less than 24 hours before.

As he walked towards me, I decided to speak up, “Mr. Mitchell I really want to apologize for……” He simply strode right past my desk and into his office without even looking in my direction.

Not knowing whether that was a bad sign or not, I just decided to start my work and push on. Just a short time later however, Mr. Mitchell’s voice rang over my phone, “Get in here boy.” After a second of hesitation, I walked over and entered his office visibly trembling from nervousness.

I stood in his office as he sat at his office typing away at his keyboard still not acknowledging my presence. After another moment, I again decided to speak up and quick said, “Mr. Mitchell sir, I just wanted to apologize for my inappropriate behavior yesterday, and really hope that it won’t interfere with my job assistant.”

Just then, his piercing eyes darted to mine and I quickly shut up out of fear. He finished whatever he was doing and rolled his chair to face me. “You want to know if your job will change? Well tell me what your duties were again boy?”

““T-t- to sit at m-m-my d-desk and wait f-for you to t-t-tell me to d-do something s-sir,” I stammered out with somehow even more stutter than before.

He gave a slight smirk and put his hands behind his head, “Strip.”

“What sir?”

He said nothing but continued to glare at me.

With a gulp and now trembling even more, I began to slowly take off my shirt to reveal my pale and slight (but still somewhat athletic) upper body. Next, I removed my socks and shoes and work pants. My full 5’9 figure then stood in front of him almost naked and even while seated his huge frame looked massive compared to mine. The only hair that on my body on display were a few blond wisps on my chest, armpits, legs, and right above my crotch. I hesitated slightly before taking off my underwear, but Mr. Mitchell must’ve noticed.

“Everything, boy,” he said.

After a big gulp of air, I bit the bullet and took down my briefs in a quick motion and revealed my fully nude body to my boss of only a few days. Even though I was inexplicably very horny doing this, my cock was completely soft out of what must’ve been fear. I used my hands to cover myself the best I could while I shivered mostly out of fear (though I must say it was pretty chilly in his office).

“Spin around completely,” he ordered.

Still trembling, I slowly spun around and gave my boss a view of perky ass and returned to face forward.

“Good boy,” he leaned back in his chair propped his shoes onto the desk, “Now take them off fag.”

“Your……shoes?” I asked still completely in terror.

“What do you think I meant?”

I walked over to him and began to unlace and remove his huge size 15 shoes which must’ve been as long if not longer than my entire head.

“Socks too.”

I began to take off his long black dress socks that ran halfway up his muscled calves which were covered in thick brown hair. With my dick now growing to full erection, I peeled the socks off his big feet to reveal them to me for the first time. They were the most perfect feet I had ever seen with their huge smooth soles and long toes. Like his wrists, the hair on his legs ran down onto the tops of his feet.

Then he said the two words I desperately wanted to hear most, “Now lick.”

Now my hormones had completely clouded out my previous fear. Without hesitation, I bent over and gave one long lick up the sole of his big, beautiful foot and gently sucked on the big toe.

As I began to do the same to the other foot, he said, “You see, just keep doing your job and everything will work out fine……. For the both of us.”

Just then, we both heard the sound a pair of high heeled shoes echoing down the long empty hallway leading to the office.

Fast as lightning, Mr. Mitchell stood up, grabbed the socks that I had taken off him, and stuffed them into my mouth. He grabbed my neck, leant over into my ear, and deeply growled, “I better not hear a fucking sound out of you faggot.”

He quickly pushed me under his desk and threw my clothes in after me.

Still barefoot, he sat down and rolled his chair up and trapped me under the desk between him and the wood panel behind me.

“Come in,” he yelled when whoever interrupted us knocked on the door.

“Sorry to interrupt you Mr. Mitchell,” said a voice I instantly recognized as my former boss Mrs. Marin.

“Don’t worry I was just finishing a phone call with a client,” Mr. Mitchell said impressively nonchalantly as his naked, gagged employee sat between his legs.

Right then, I suddenly noticed that running down the leg of my boss’s pants was his thick and at least half hard cock. My mouth watered into my sock gag as I spotted the huge member.

“Well, our weekly meeting with Chairman Borros had to be rescheduled to today just 10 minutes from now,” Mrs. Marin explained, “I called Ryan, but there was no answer. So, I decided to pop on over to tell you myself. Is everything okay with him by the way?”

At that moment, Mr. Mitchell’s long legs began to squeeze together which forced my face closer and closer to his crotch and the snake running down his trousers.

“He’s doing alright, I send him on an emergency errand a few minutes ago. He’s no Patty, but he’s getting hang of the ropes.” Mr. Mitchell said with a smile.

His legs closed more and more until my gagged face was pressed up against his cock. Periodically, he squeezed his legs even harder forcing my face to rub along his now rapidly hardening dick.

“Great! He’s a really good kid David, and I told him you could teach him a lot,” Mrs. Marin said joyfully.

Mr. Mitchell’s dick was now at full length as my face was forced to rub along it.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be sure to teach him more than enough to help him along,” Mr. Mitchell said.

They spoke for a couple more minutes while Mr. Mitchell’s long muscled legs forced me to rub my face along his throbbing cock all while I was fully naked and gagged with my boss’s dress socks.

 “Oh, look at the time,” Mrs. Marin suddenly exclaimed, “the meeting starts in just a couple minutes. Do you want to walk there together?”

While still squeezing me between his legs, Mr. Mitchell responded, “Oh go ahead, I’ve got to get a few things together first.” With that Mrs. Marin left the office.

Just a couple seconds after my old boss left, my new boss released me from his leg’s grip, and reached down and quickly unfastened his belt and pants.

In a moment I have dreamed of since, Mr. Mitchell fished out his rock-hard dick and balls out of his pants.

His thick uncut cock was at least 9” long and pointed straight at me only a couple of inches away from my face. Below his long veiny cock and thick brown pubes at its base were his huge balls which hung down so low they rested on the same chair he was sitting on, and they were as hairy as the rest of him.

I sat there frozen at the marvel in front of me when his big hand reached down and began stroking the huge cock only inches from me. My face must’ve done most of the work because after only a few seconds (but what felt like an eternity at the time) his balls tensed up and the largest cum load I had ever seen spurted from his cock head and covered my face and chest.

After a few seconds of Mr. Mitchell coming down from his post orgasmic high, I still sat there frozen in awe from what had just happened before me.

Then without saying a word, Mr. Mitchell stuffed his manhood back in his pants, stood up, put his shoes and new socks on, grabbed his briefcase, and left his office to head to his meeting. I was left there again alone in my boss’s office this time completely naked, with socks stuffed in my mouth, and my new boss’s load covering my face.

“I’m Chris” he said, his green eyes sparkling under the streetlight. Not being a fan of big parties, I left my friend’s New Year’s event and headed to the dreaded ‘cruisy place’. For those youngsters out there, this is what horny guys in their twenties did after the bars closed and before smart phones. And I found a few other guys there, looking for some tail as well.

“Hey. What’s going on?” I asked.

“Do you know how to get to 70?” he asked. “I’m from out of town.” Ismiled because I could almost throw a rock and hit 70 from where I was parked. I pointed and gave him instructions on how to get there. It was a valid pickup line. Or maybe it wasn’t. I didn’t know, but I enjoyed being approached by such an attractive guy. He pulled away and drove around the corner. Minutes later, he pulled back next to me.

“Sorry. That was cheesy. I just wanted to break the ice and say ‘hi’” he told me. I didn’t tell him I figured that out already, nor that I was glad he returned. If things worked out here, I was going to have a great 1995/1996!

“I’m Mike” I told him. His eyes grew big. 

“My twin brother’s name is Mike” he said.

“Well, my younger brother’s name is Chris” I honestly replied – not sure if he believed me or not. Then again, I wasn’t sure I believe him entirely.

We chatted for a while. His smile was engaging, perfect hair, beautiful green eyes – overall very masculine. And he seemed quite nice. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see below his shoulders as we were both still in our cars.

“Would you like to come in here?” he asked, referring to his car. Normally, I’d say ‘no thanks’ especially not knowing him, but there was something different about him. I got into his car and we talked and laughed – poking fun at two of the guys cruising around. One of them I knew, the other one I didn’t. The one I knew already approached me to tell me about the muscular guy driving around. I guess my friend approached him and he had his member already out. He told my friend ‘no thanks’ that he was looking for someone with at least a 44 inch chest. My friend told him that was fine – he was looking for someone with at least 6 inch cock and drove off. Chris seemed to enjoy that story.

Several minutes later and I could tell he was attracted to me – I already knew I was attracted to him. But I lived at home still and had no place to go. And he, seemingly, was from ‘out of town’ and had no place to go either. I thought about it. I didn’t want to spend money I didn’t have on a room for just a couple hours. I came up with a plan. I told him to follow me.

I drove out of the business park and around to a mostly empty road down towards the railroad tracks under a light pole. I got out and turned off my lights – he pulled in behind me and did the same thing. I know what you’re going to say – that’s stupidly dangerous. And it was. But at nineteen and horny, I wasn’t thinking with my big brain – I don’t suggest doing this today. But back then, things were different than today. At least that’s what I’m telling myself today to make it seem less stupid.

Chris stepped out of his car – a nice car I must say – and walked towards me. I was surprised by how much like my brother he looked. He was my height, around my age I think, a bit more muscular than me. And he was dressed nice as if he, too, had been to a New Year’s Eve party. He looked nervous. I wasn’t nervous, but that may have been because I was so turned on or just dumb – maybe both.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled our faces together. The sporadic crunching of the gravel underneath us shared the night with the wet sounds of our lips. He either wasn’t a drinker or wasn’t at a party as I tasted no alcohol on him. Chris’ body was tense but relaxed immediately as his explored my mouth with intensity I wasn’t expecting.

Reaching down, I pulled up his shirt, exposing, much to my glee, his furry flat stomach. His cotton soft hair embraced my hand as I ran it up to his equally fuzzy chest. This seemed to delight him as much as it did me. I unbuttoned his shirt to get the full view. And what a view it was. It was two decades ago, and I still remember it!

In a flash, he removed my shirt, pulling it over my head. It was a nicer shirt that got tossed on the ground and I didn’t care. Nor did I care it was cooler than you’d expect to be shirtless, but neither of us seemed to care too much. I knelt down and worked on his jeans, finally getting them open and down to his knees, exposing his adorable white briefs – briefs that were quite full. I wanted – no needed – to see what he was working with. But, it seemed, it was my turn to remove my jeans. Tit for tat, I guess he thought. Once mine were down, my boxers swayed slightly in the early morning breeze. I could feel the cool air working its way up my legs, cradling my balls and making my dick head, which was wet with pre, a bit colder than I’d liked. He reached down, seemingly enthralled with my piece. While I’m not the biggest guy in that regard on the planet – not even the biggest I’ve been with personally – at almost 8 inches, I’m well above average. 

But now, it was his turn. Reaching out, I pulled down his briefs. Out popped his incredibly nice, upward curved dick, surrounded by a full bush and a rather large sack. It was so nice, I wondered why he was as interested in mine as he was. Needed to taste more of him, I pushed him back against his car, bent down and took that curved pole in my mouth. His skin was soft over an engorged dick. I worked him, using all my experience, which was a good deal for someone my age. He moaned and ran his fingers across the buzzed back of my head. 

Surely, I did this for ten or fifteen minutes I’d think. So long, my legs started to go numb, and I had to stop. I pulled off of him, his upward arched piece making an audible ‘pop’ from my mouth and a wet slap against his furry belly. Standing up, I looked at him and smile, content with the job I’ve done so far. He leaned against his car, eye closed, mouth open and hairy chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

Then, Chris reached down to his jean’s pocket and pulled out a foil packet and headed around to his trunk, his jeans hampering any smooth movement in his walk. I stood there, simply expecting another BJ then a mutual JO in the gravel before calling it a night. I never expected to top someone. But that’s what Chris wanted as he motioned me over to the rear of both his car and his body.

Pulling up my jeans, I marched towards him. As I got closer, he turned, bent down and pulled my own piece from my boxers, a long string of pre glistening from the light clung to my boxers as he pulled them down. He stroked me – his hands both soft and firm, milking even more natural lube from my insides. He was a master at this milking. He pulled, tugged and squeezed. Sometimes if felt good other times it hurt. But hurt in a good way. He knew what he was doing as he had already, at some point, tore open the foil packet.

With his dry hand, he unrolled the contents of that packet onto me and, once done, he used the lube he got from me coating the mushroom head and thick shaft, saving enough for his own hole. My heart thrummed in my ears as my normally calm demeanor turned anxious. I’ve never done anything other than a HJ outside in the public. There were houses on the other side of the tracks. What if someone saw us? What if they called the police? What if a car came down the road? What if what if what if!?! The roles seemed to reverse as his anxiousness and my calmness with each other. All that change when he bent over his trunk and I saw what he was presenting me with.

His ass was perfection: round, firm with just the right amount of hair. I was surprised at how hairy he was in front – I was expecting more behind but was happy with what I saw. Being I’m not curved up, but to the left, it took a while for me to find his hole, so I elected to wat the way with my mouth. Dick in hand, I bent over and found his expecting pucker with my hot tongue. He groaned as I massaged his nether regions, eventually causing his legs to shake. This, in turn, shook his cheeks, much to my pleasure. 

“Please. I need it” he begged, which is one of the few things we said during this encounter. And that was fine with me – we talked enough earlier.

Standing up, I ran my still wet head up his wet crack until I found my goal. Pushing in, I was met with resistance. He positioned himself to help and, with a quick push, I popped my mushroom into his pleasure zone. He gasped and arched his back immediately, somewhat pulling away from me. Grabbing his hip, I pulled him back, his hole slowly eating my almost eight, thick inches. I felt him, even if he didn’t want to, resist. Gravel under my shoes crunched as I slightly moved to counter he pulling away. His back relaxed and his head fell to his arm as he was sprawled across his trunk. I took that second to slam into him, balls deep. 

He caught himself in mid-scream as I stood there, having him impaled on me, giving him time to adjust. After a few seconds he nodded his head in approval and I started my assault. He was tight but I stretched him out in no time. My own hairy rear being caressed by the cool morning. The more he groaned and moaned, the harder and faster I went. I remember his antennae of his car shacking back and forth, matching my motions. In that moment, I didn’t care who saw.

His cries grew higher pitched, and his shoulder muscles tightened up as his breathing increased. I felt his tunnel squeeze the big intruder inside him. His noises and breathing stopped. I felt a massive pinch. Then another as he released all the air he was holding in his lungs. I knew he was busting that nut and I was disappointed I didn’t get to see it. His contractions where so strong that after the fifth or sixth one, he was able to push me out of him.

Chris turned around and grabbed my member, pulling that latex sheath off and dropped to his knees. He pointed it at his chest, looked up at me, and started jerking me. In no time I was emptying myself on his mat of grown chest hair. My legs shook as I raised on my tip-toes, grabbing his shoulders for balance. I watched as each white jet of liquid landed on his chest hair. He smiled with approval.

Once he shook the last drop from me, I regained my balance and he stood up. I looked at the light from the pole reflecting off the shiny white strings that crisscrossed his chest as I caught my breath. He leaned in and kissed me.

“Thanks. I needed that” he whispered into my ear.

“My pleasure” I replied, finally being able to catch my breath.

Pullin up our jeans, Chris popped his trunk, pulling out a shirt or a towel. He cleaned his crack and then his chest. He looked adorable standing there naked, his chest hair wetted down and smeared around. I know this was a random hook up for him, but part of me wished it could have led to more. But, alas, the sun was going to come up in a couple hours and we each had our own lives to lead.

He followed me to 70 in his car. I went west and he headed east. We never saw each other again.

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