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As beautiful as it was with the snow on the ground, I hated winters in Colorado. I’m not into cold or being cold. I much prefer the sunny warmer climates. That’s why I jumped at the offer my company made for me to do open a new distribution center in the Ft. Lauderdale area of sunny Florida.

As spring approached, I packed up my household belongings and put them in storage until I could find a place to live in Florida. I headed out on the long drive, excited and anxious to see what lie ahead.

I was about half way across Texas on I-10 when I saw a Marine, in fatigues, thumbing a ride. He appeared to be in his early twenties at most and was extremely muscular. Immediately, I pulled to the shoulder and saw him grab his duffle bag and start running toward my car.

The weather was threatening and it appeared storms would be upon us soon. He toss his bags onto the back seat and I said I was Mark Rivers. As he introduced himself as Jack Taylor, a loud clap of thunder sounded.

He said he was headed to Paris Island, South Carolina, so I knew he would be with me for a while. I had noticed that his fatigues were unusually snug and revealed a quite nice package, but I wondered if there was any chance that I might get it.

Then, suddenly it began to rain extremely heavy and as it did, hw lay his left hand on my right leg and said, “Man, you don’t know how much I appreciate you stopping. Look at that rain.”

“Yea, it’s really coming down,” I replied before he removed his hand. As I glanced over toward him, it appeared that the bulge in his pants had grown slightly. I felt sure that I might get lucky.

After about half an hour of torrential rains, I suggested that we stop for the night. When he said he couldn’t afford it, I said, “I’m on an expense account. It’s on me.”

He smiled broadly when I said it, and once I was checked in, we went to the room and ordered pizza delivered. While we waited, he looked around and said, “No double rooms?”

“Nope,” I casually replied, then added with a laugh, “I don’t bite,” to which I heard him reply very softly, “Oh, damn.”

When heading to the room after checking in, we both got fairly wet, so while waiting on the pizza, I made the comment that I was getting out of those wet clothes. Then, after opening my bag, I pulled out a pair of gym shorts.

Not going into the bathroom to change, I began stripping right in front of Jack. He made no attempt to look away and I made no attempt to hide my nakedness. About the time I removed my last piece of clothing, Jack stood and said, “I think I’ll do the same. These wet clothes are getting cold.”

Then, since he made no attempt to cover his nakedness, I decided to throw caution to the wind and said, “Normally, when alone I go nude.”

“I do it every chance I get,” he replied. “I see nothing obscene about it.”

“Neither do I,” I replied, “and since we both enjoy it, shall we enjoy it after the pizza is delivered?”

“Sounds good to me,” Jack replied. “Last summer I spent two weeks of my leave at a nudist resort and it was awesome.”

“I’ve been to them,” I replied , “and they can be awesome.” I failed to say that the were gay nudist resorts open to males only.

Moments later the pizza and beers arrived and as soon as the driver left and the door was closed, Jake removed his shorts, totally exposing himself to me. I wasn’t sure If I wanted to eat pizza or suck his cock first. I did, however, feel confident I would have him before the night was over.

I casually removed my shorts and we had dinner and out of the corner of my eye, I could see him checking me out. We finished our meal and lay side by side in the king bed and as we did, he said, “Mark, I’d like to show you how much I appreciate you giving me a ride and buying me dinner.’

“How are you going to do that?” I asked.

“This way,” he replied and in a flash he was between my legs, my cock in his mouth.

I moaned softly and said, “Well, I’m damn sure not going to stop you.”

It was very obvious that e was experienced and knew what he was doing. I casually worked my way into position so that I could suck his cock and when I took it into my mouth, he gasp then said softly “Fuck yea!”

We sucked each other , occasionally deep throating the cocks, and soon brought each other to a climax. His load was huge and delicious and after savoring the taste for a few moments I swallowed and as I did, I saw him swallow my load.

We turned and looked at each other and as we both sat up, I said, “I’ve been wanting to do that since I stopped and picked you up.”

He leaned forward and kissed me, offering his tongue. Eagerly and hungrily, I accepted his and offered mine. Then, looking into his eyes, I said, “I also want to feel you buried in my ass.”

“You have to fuck me first,” he said with a smile. As he lay next to me, his head on my shoulder and his hand teasing my nipples, I asked, “When do you have to report in Paris Island?”

“Ten days from today,” he replied. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I’m on no time schedule. I’m on my way to Ft. Lauderdale to find a place to live. Why don’t we spend a few days down on Panama City Beach, my treat.”

“I’d like that but I want to pay at least part of it,” he replied.

“We’ll discuss that later,” I said, then added, “Maybe we can find one or two others to join us.”

While we talked, Jack had been fondling my cock and sucking gently on my left nipple. From the attention my cock was soon stiff again and wanting some action. Smiling, he said, “I think he might be ready for my ass.”

“I think you’re right,” I replied.

As I lay on my back, Jack straddled me and gently sat on my cock and as I watched it disappeared into his hot tight ass, I asked, “How long have you been into men?”

“Let’s just say that I started young, and knew it was right for me that first time,” he replied.

Smiling, I said, “I know what you mean. I was in my teens and walked in on my dad and his younger brother in a sixty-nine. They invited me to join in and after I did, I was hooked. Even though it was my first time, I ate both their loads and wanted more.”

“I’d love to do my dad,” he said. “He’s so fucking hot.”

“Dad and I sucked each other daily but fucking each other was even hotter. We’d kiss and make out while fucking,” I added.

I soon climaxed in his awesome ass then he buried his cock in mine and feeling him cum in me was awesome. We cuddled together and soon were sleeping soundly in each others arms.

The next morning we started the day with a hot sixty-nine then hit the roar, headed for Panama City Beach. When traffic was light, Jack would lean over in the seat and suck on my cock and when he was driving I would do the same to him. Then, with sunset nearing, he was sucking me as we approached a big semi rig and I asked, “Do you like three ways?”

Pausing, he said, “Hell yes. Why?”

”I’m about to pass an eighteen wheeler and if he see you sucking me, he will either want to join I or try to run us off the road. Want to give it a try and see what happens?”

“Fuck yea! Let’s see what happens. I love cock in both holes at the same time.”

Jack returned to sucking me and as we pulled up even with the driver, I said, “Look up at him and see what he’s doing.”

Jack stopped and sat up and looked at the driver, then said, “He’s smiling and pointing at us then holding up three fingers.”

“Nod your head yes,” I said.

He did then said, “He’s motioning us to follow him.”

I slowed slightly and dropped in behind him and a short while later he pulled into a truck stop. We parked in front while he went to the truck area and soon he came to the car. I told him to watch the motel next door and when he saw us enter a room to come join us.

I got the room and after Jack and I went in, we stripped and a moment later the trucker arrived. He said his name was Buck and that he was sure glad to run into us.

“My company has been running my ass off,” he said as he began undressing. “I’ve barely had time to take a shit when I stop to eat, but I’m ahead of schedule now so I’m in no rush.”

We both looked over his muscular body with his hairy chest. But what caught our eyes most was his long thick uncut cock which was steadily rising. Jack asked how long it was and Buck smiled and said very casually, “Only eight and a half inches.”

“The only time I ever saw one that long was on my black fellow marines,” Jack said casually.

Buck stepped closer and reached out with both hands, taking my cock in one and Jack’s in the other, then slowly knelt in front of us. Then, as he fondled one cock, he licked and suck the other. Alternating back and forth as Jack and I kissed passionately.

After a few moments, he stopped and said, “Turn around, studs, and feed me some ass.” We turned around and he began alternating between our holes, tongue fucking each of us as deeply as possible.

Moments later he stood and we had a hot three way tongue kiss before Jack knelt down and began sucking Buck’s huge cock. After several minutes, I took over and attempted to deep throat Buck’s cock. I failed.

After several hours of sucking, kissing, rimming, and anything else we could think of, Buck said he needed to get some sleep before getting back on the road. He said that before he left there was one more thing he wanted.

“Just name it,” I replied.

“I want to get double fucked,” he said.

Jack and I looked at each other and smiled. We were all for it since it would be a new adventure for both of us.

Buck had me lay down on my back and he lovingly sat on my hard cock. Then, leaning forward, he told Jack, “Get in position and shove your cock in me with Mark’s.”

Jack did as instructed and seconds later both our cocks were in Buck’s ass. He had Jack piston in and out and the sensation brought us both to a roaring climax just seconds apart.

As jack pulled out and Buck climbed off of me, he smiled and said, “Man, I needed that. I love getting double fucked.”

Then, before dressing, he smiled and said. “There’s one more thing. Then, dropping to his knees he said, “I’m thirsty,” and opened his mouth wide. Moments later Jack and I were both feeding him our piss which he eagerly drank. We bid him farewell and Buck and I exchanged cell numbers vowing to stay in touch.

As we watched him walk back to the truck stop, Jack asked, “Mark, have you ever drank piss?”

“I’ve tasted it,” I replied.

“What’s it taste like?” he asked.

“Well, to me it tasted a little salty but with a slight tangy taste. I kind of liked it.”

“Next time you need to go I want to taste it. I also want you to hose me down at the same time. Let’s get nasty,” Jack said.

“Sounds perfect to me,” I replied.

Before calling it a night, we had given each other a golden shower and drank each others piss, both admitting that we liked it.

The next morning we continued our trip to Panama Beach. I asked if Jack liked seafood and when he said yes, I started laughing. When he asked why I said, “Navy studs are referred to as ‘sea food’, and hopefully, we’ll find some.”

We arrived in Panama Beach right at dark, and immediately found a place to eat. Our waiter was obviously gay and when we asked if he knew of any gay bars, he smiled and said, “Of course I do.”

He named off his favorite and gave us directions on how to get there then said, “I get off at ten. Maybe I’ll see you there.”

“Maybe so,” I replied.

We found a motel on the beach and checked in then showered together, giving each other our first ‘golden shower’. Afterward, we drove around town checking it out before going to the bar. Once inside, we found more than we expected. Guys were openly groping each other and even extracting the guys cock to fondle it. Back in one corner, a couple of guys were each blowing two guys, with others watching.

Shortly after eleven, the young man from the café came in with his partner an we hooked up with them and took them back to the motel for a night of fun.

The next day we cruised the beach pointing out guys we would like to get in bed and ones we thought might play. That evening at the bar we lucked out and hooked up with two hot Navy studs and took them back to the room for some hot action.

Then, on our last night there, we joined another guy in a back corner and sucked cock in front of anyone who wanted to watch. It was getting late and the last guy I sucked on asked it we had a place to go. I said yes and he asked if we would like a three way. He was good looking and muscular and we immediately said yes.

We got to the room and as we undressed something fell out of his pocket. I picked it up to hand to him and noticed that it was a county deputy sheriffs badge.

He smiled and said, “Don’t worry, it’s just a pay check. I love cock as much as you do, so let me prove it.”

With that he began alternating between our cocks and after a while he had us turn around and started eating our asses.

Once in bed we found out that he loved getting fucked in both ends at the same time and said that he wasn’t leaving until we had both cum in both holes.

He and I exchanged cell numbers and vowed to stay in touch. The following morning, after a hot sixty-nine, I put Jack on a bus to Paris Island, with his promise to keep in touch.

Once his bus pulled out, I headed for Ft. Lauderdale. I arrived late that afternoon and found a motel. Before going to dinner, I grabbed a local paper and began looking over the apartments for rent. As I looked over the ads while I ate, one in particular caught my eye.

It was for a one bedroom apartment with enclosed garage and storage. It was across from the beach but what caught my eye, was that it was a ‘male only’ complex.

I drove out to see it and was greeted by the manager/maintenance man, named Duke. He showed me the apartment which had the garage and storage room on the ground level and the apartment upstairs on the second level. That was so that residents could see over the highway and have a view of the ocean.

When I asked how Duke became manager and maintenance he laughed and said, “It’s really pretty simple. The residents were always looking for the manager and he would be gone on an errand or such. Then one of them made the comment that I was always here and why didn’t he make me the manager. He said he liked the idea and I became the manager and maintenance man, with a nice salary increase.”

“That was great for you, but I’m curious about it being an all male complex. What brought that on?”

“Well, it was a financial decision. When a female moved out there was always a huge amount of repairs and cleaning to do, but when a man moved out we had very little expense in getting it ready for the next tenant.”

“Well, Duke, consider this unit rented. You’ve got a new tenant.”

While talking, I gave Duke the once over with my eyes. He appeared to be about six- six and in his mid thirties. He was extremely well built and muscular, and his tight jeans revealed a nice ass in back and a nice package in front. I wanted to get to know him better.

We went to the office and signed a year’s lease. I said I would be moving in as soon as my belongings arrived. We shook hands and as we did he seemed to hold my hand longer than necessary. I knew that I wanted to get him in my bed but wondered if it would ever happen.

Two days later my belongings arrived and Duke was more that eager to help me get settled. By nightfall, I was almost completely unpacked and told him I would finish the following day. I told him I appreciated his help and invited him to have dinner with me. He agreed and I said I would come to his apartment when I was ready to leave.

After jerking off and then showering, I dressed and went over to Duke’s apartment and knocked.

From inside, I heard, “Come on in, Mark. The door’s open.”

I stepped in and as I closed the door, He cane out of his bedroom wearing jeans, but still shirtless. I almost gasped when I saw his extremely muscular hairy chest with large protruding nipples. It was very obvious that he worked out regularly.

He slipped on his shirt and when he opened his jeans to tuck it in, he made no attempt to hide the fact that he was commando and had no underwear on. It was all I could do to keep from saying something.

We went to dinner and had an enjoyable evening with him even saying he had an acquaintance the worked in commercial real estate who could help me with my search for a business location.

We returned home and once inside, I fired up my computer and searched for gay bars in the area. I found a couple and decided to check them out. The first one I went to, I struck up a conversation with a man in his mid twenties and he said, “You must be new in the area.”

“I am,” I replied. “Where’s all the action?”

“You ever heard of Davis Island?” he asked.

“No, I haven’t. What is it, a bar?”

“Not hardly,” he replied. “It’s a private island about a half mile off the coast. one end is a nudist area for families and the other end is a nudist area for gays, both male and female. Being that they pay to go there, what they do outdoors is permitted. It‘s like a nudist camp.”

“You mean that on the gay end everyone has sex in front of each other?” I asked.

“Usually, yes. Sometimes they might rent a tent,” he replied.

“Fucking unreal,” I replied. “I have to visit there.

He told me how to get there and that weekend I checked it out. They provide a boat to go to and from the island and provide lockers free of charge. I stripped down and headed for the beach and soon saw two muscular studs laying on a blanket kissing and fondling each other as I walked by they flipped and started sucking each other.

Before I left I had sucked three cocks ranging in age from 18 to 65, and all three fed me nice loads. Shortly before I left I ran into the young man that had told me about the island and he sucked me off. Found out his name was Tony.

During the week I saw Buck a few time and still drooled over him. The following weekend I went out to the island early and shortly before noon I saw a guy on his knees alternating between two other guys, sucking their cocks. I sat down a short distance away and watched.

After few minutes, one guy stepped around behind the guy doing the sucking and started fucking him. I wanted to get better view so I changed positions and was in total shock.

There in front of me with a cock in his mouth and one in his ass was Buck, the apartment manager. Both men climaxed and after Buck swallowed the load fed to him he stood up and turned in my direction and froze. He clearly saw my hard cock sticking out in front of me before grabbing his towel and leaving. One of the guys saw my erection and came over and sucked me dry.

I headed for the bath house to dress and then headed home. About an hour after I arrived, there was a knock on my door. I answered it and there stood Buck, asking, “May I come in?”

After I closed the door, Buck spoke up and said, “I wasn’t sure about you when we met but I had a hunch, but today my dream came true. I’m going to come right out and say it, I want to get you in bed.”

Without saying a word, I stepped closer and dropped my shorts, then standing there totally naked, I leaned in and kissed him offering my tongue. Seconds later he was as naked as I was and we were in my bed kissing passionately.

Duke began kissing my neck, then began to go lower. He soon reached my left nipple and licked it then began to gently suck it and when he did, I moaned in pleasure.

“I think you liked that,” he whispered.

“I did,” I replied. “They love gentle attention.”

He moved to the right one and again I moaned. After alternating back and forth for a few moments, he began licking his way lower and soon reached my cock, which lay on my lower belly.

Ever so gently, he took it in his mouth and closed his lips. Again, I gasped. Slowly, he took more and more until he had his nose buried in my pubic bush and he could go no lower. He held it there, lovingly massaging it with his tongue.

After several moments, he began to back off and once it was out of his mouth he said, “I’ve got to have your load.”

“You can have what ever you want,” I told him.

Again, he swallowed my cock and began to piston up and down on it, steadily bringing me to a roaring climax. As my cock exploded, I arched my back and grabbed his head forcing every inch of my cock into his mouth. Eagerly, hungrily, he swallow every drop on my cum obviously savoring the flavor as he did.

Once he had me milked dry, he looked at me and said, “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day you came to look at the apartment. I can’t believe I actually got it.”

“Duke, you can have it any time you want it,” I told him, adding, “Now, it’s my turn and like you , I’ve wanted it since we met.”

I lay him on his back and after kissing him, I slowly licked my way down to his cock, first licking it, the sucking it into my mouth.

He moaned then said, “Mark, you don’t know how bad I need that. It’s all yours.”

Seconds later I was lovingly sucking his beautiful long, thick cock, hungrily working for the impending reward. When it erupted, it was without a doubt, the biggest load I had ever had the pleasure of eating.

We kissed and afterward, he said, “I hope this isn’t a one time event.”

“Not as far as I’m concerned, but that all up to you,” I replied.

“You have something else I want,” he said.

And what would that be?” I asked.

After raising my legs back over my head, he spread my ass cheeks and drilled his hot wet tongue deep into my hole. He drilled and sucked my hole better than I had ever been eaten before.

“Baby, that holes yours anytime you want it,” I told him.

“It might be daily,” he said with a grin.

“Damn! I was hoping you would say twice a day,” I replied and he started laughing. After a moment, we kissed and when we parted he said, “I want you to fuck me and don’t be gentle. I want to be raped.”

Without saying a word, I threw him onto the bed on his back, pushed his legs back over his head and without any lube, I buried my cock in his ass. As I did, he moaned and said, “Oh yes, baby. Rape me good. Shoot that cream in me.”

“Oh, yes! I feel it shooting in me. I love it. Give it all to me,” he said.

As soon as I was drained, I pulled out of his ass and after I did he kissed ,me passionately and said, “That’s the best fuck I’ve had in ages. I love getting raped. I like it rough and love the way you do it. Sometimes, I’d love for you to rape me four or five times in one day.”

“You just might get your wish,” I said with a sly smile, before kissing him again. We cuddled for a while and talked and I found out that he turned to men when he joined the Army and one of his drill instructors sucked him off then had Duke suck him.

We later had a hot sixty-nine, devouring each others cock and cum load before he said he needed to get back to his place before someone saw him and started rumors.

After he left, I tried to remember when I had enjoyed such an evening and even with Jack and Buck, it hadn’t been this awesome. I realized I cared for Duke more than I wanted to admit.

The following day, I was headed out to check on warehouse space for my company’s expansion and ran into Duke picking up trash outside the garages. I paused to say good morning, and after I did, he said, “I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed being with you.”

“I feel the same way, but if the other residents see you spending excessive time with me they may start talking.”

“Frankly, I don’t care,” Buck replied.

“You going to be around later?” I asked.

“Yea, why?” he asked.

Smiling, I said, “I’ll give you a call later.”

He smiled and I left for the day, taking care of business but thinking of Buck and how hot he was in bed. He had given me the name of a realtor and said he might be able to help me. I gave him a call and made an appointment to meet at his office at ten that morning.

His office was across town and when I walked in, my heart raced. He was Duke’s age and built just as well. His shirt collar was open showing an extremely hairy chest, and his black beard glistened in the light.

He said his name was Josh, and that Duke had called him and told him that I might be contacting him. I wondered what else Duke had told him.

We went into his private office and as he closed the door, he asked exactly what was I looking for. I explained my needs and size of warehouse needed for manufacture and storage, and he said he had three locations in mind, and all three had rail access for shipping.

We climbed into his car and began checking out the locations. After the first two, he asked if I was going to be the manager of the location and when I said yes, he said he thought the next location would fit my needs perfectly.

It was larger than the other two and had a large well lit office for me as well as other offices nearby. There was already a desk and chair and two easy chairs in the office and after I tried out the desk chair, Josh sat across from me and said, “I’ve never seen Duke talk so much about some one than he has about you, and I’ve known him quite well for several years.”

“He seems like quite a nice guy,” I said.

“Mark, you can speak openly. I’m part of the crowd and I’ve been to bed with Duke numerous times, and he has never talked so much about how he cared about anyone as he has you.”

“Oh, really?” I questioned.

“Mark, please keep what I said between us,” he asked.

“I will,” I assured him.

“I’d hate to loose his friendship over my big mouth,” Josh said.

I stepped up to Josh and said “Why don’t we close the deal on this warehouse,” and as I said it I reached forward and rubbed his crotch.

Then, he smiled and as he said, “I like the way you do business,” I began unbuttoning his shirt. Moments later we were both totally naked and kissing passionately as we stroked each others rock hard cocks.

After a few moments, I sat on the edge of the desk and leaned back and as I did, Josh licked his way down my body, stopping at my cock. A second later he had it buried in his throat, sucking it hungrily.

I moaned audibly in ecstasy as he sucked my cock and moments later I told him to get ready. I cried out as my cock exploded in his mouth, spewing a huge load down his throat.

He stood, and after a long hot kiss, he said, “Like I said before, I like the way you do business.”

“The deal is only half sealed,” I said as I began sucking his hairy nipples and licking my way down his hairy stomach to his thick bush.

A second later his lock was buried down my throat as I massaged it with my tongue. He moaned softly saying how much he needed it.

I began to piston my mouth back and forth on his cock and quicker than expected he cried out as his cock exploded, feeding me a load so large that I almost choked.

Then, after pulling off, I turned him around and began eating his hot ass. After several moments I stopped and stood up and said, “Now the deal is complete.”

We dressed and returned to his office where he drew up the papers and gave me a reduced lease price, with option to buy. I overnighted the contract to my boss to sign and two days later I received word to hire a crew to get the place ready to receive merchandise.

After a hard week of working to get the warehouse ready, Duke insisted I take the weekend off. Saturday morning, he was at my door before nine, insisting I go to the beach with him. I knew immediately that he meant the nude beach and agreed.

With us both carrying a large chest with drinks and snacks to his truck, he said he had something to tell me. We were soon on our way, and as he drove he said, “I found out old man Sims, the owner is wanting to sell the property. I’m thinking about buying it and doing some work on the property to make the pool area clothing optional.”

“No shirt!” I exclaimed, “How would you do that?”

He explained that the outer wall facing the ocean would be made solid and twelve foot tall, thereby making the pool area visible only to residents. A week later he told me that he had actually purchased the apartment complex and was about to began making alterations.

The more I was with Duke, the stronger my feelings became. We had a couple of three ways with Josh, but the one on one with Duke was always the best. I soon only wanted sex with Duke, but if he wanted a third or fourth person to join us I was cool with it.

Within a month the privacy wall was completed and surprisingly most of the men took advantage of the opportunity to go nude. Then one Saturday, as we talked, Duke noticed one of the men at the pool had a raging hard cock and was trying to hide it. Looking t me he smiled and said, “Shall we go show him what is now allowed?”

“Let’s go,” I said and the thought of others watching us have sex was turning me on.

We arrived at the pool nude and boned and after a couple of minutes we began to casually stroke our cocks. Others watched and were in awe when Duke moved over to my side and began sucking my cock.

Moments later we noticed two others fondling each others cocks and soon began kissing. Three of the tenants decided to move out but friends of the others quickly moved in to replace them. In short time, Saturdays were play time at the pool and sucking and fucking was common.

It was about six months later that Duke asked me to become his business partner as well as his life partner. I immediately accepted and moved in with him. That’s when Josh, the realtor, moved into my old apartment and was frequently seen taking cock in both holes at the same time by the pool.

Duke and I primarily just have sex with each other but occasionally we will have a third join us and on rare occasions, we do enjoy a nice big orgy. These are usually held on Saturday nights by the pool.

But my primary love and partner is Duke.

As soon as I finished my most recent story The Shuttle Bus Ride, I got the inspiration to finally write this story here as well. I was ruminating scenarios of what could happen between the two characters and finally all the pieces came together. The ginger in the story has been my colleague for a few years already. Yes, I was the one in charge of hiring him. And I did that part with no ulterior motive. But ever since, I just melt whenever we have a cordial work-related conversation. I find myself unable to look him directly in the eyes when we talk about work stuff. I just can’t act normal around him. He’s that good looking and built!

As those of you who have read my other stories know, there will be graphic sex in this story as well. However, my particular style of storytelling is about the art of the chase. It is about the circumstances, the missed signals, the trepidations that will eventually lead to explosive sex. I usually do a very good job of character development, so by the time we get to the sex it makes so much more sense. Any my specialty is straight guys. Or at least the ones who think they are straight until they discover otherwise. Or the guys we would otherwise assume are straight, but then we find a whole less obvious side to them.

Any resemblance to real people or events is a pure desire for what I wished actually did happen in real life, but never did. So much of it was inspired by events in real life, but the actual events of the story are more wishful thinking rather than actual occurrences.

This story is about sexual fiction between consenting adults. It does not specifically mention the use of safe sex, nor does it make a statement about not using it. It was not part of the story line. But you and I and everyone should always use safe sex. Always.

If you enjoy this story, drop me an email with your feedback at [email protected]

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Ginger Mania

Hi. I’m Jake. I’m a good looking 37-year-old gay man. When the events of this story happened, I was fresh off a break up after a long-term relationship. I had dated Brent for 9 years. We lived together, and for all intents and purposes we behaved like a married couple. We broke up for reasons I’d rather not discuss. Fine, the bastard cheated on me. Not that I’m such an innocent flower myself. Listen, if he was getting tired of monogamy, then he should have come and talked to me about it. Maybe I would have been fine with a 3-way. Maybe I would have been fine with an open relationship. But he never bothered bringing it up. He just went behind my back and had many sexual escapades. When I found out and confronted him, he wasn’t even brave enough to deal with it. So we parted ways. I kept the puppy; the asshole was not getting that little cutie.

Then I re-entered the dating scene. Or more correctly, the dating games. Lots of potential. Lots of guys out there. I dated a lot, but had not found the next Mr. Right. At least I was having fun. I know you want to find out what happened between me and this ginger I mentioned in the introduction. So, let’s set up the scene.

I have been out since college. Everyone at work and all other aspects of my work know it. They had all met my ex at our office holiday parties before we separated. No secrets there.

I am Dermatologist. Right out of residency I joined this boutique practice on the Upper East Side in New York. Most of our work is cosmetic rather than popping zits. Somehow we have managed to recruit a whole bunch of good looking doctors and staff, very befitting for our practice. The only one who looks like a slob is our senior partner and director.

We all wear these super high end custom scrubs to work all day. Scrubs are a real test of your sex appeal. If you’re fit and tanned and toned, the scrubs make you look like eye candy. If you’re out of shape and have hairy arms like my senior partner, then they really accentuate all your flaws a hundredfold.

The said senior partner, about 15 years older than me, developed a liking to me in a mentor kind of way. I quickly became the vice chairman of our firm, even though there were a few other doctors there more senior than me. One of my duties was to run the day-to-day affairs of the entire practice, including recruitment.

Recruiting office staff is a never-ending job. Somebody is always on some sick leave or something like that. Good staff often gets poached by other practices. So I had done some staff recruiting already in my first year in that position. But then the partners decided it was time to recruit a junior doctor. I placed an ad in various Dermatology publications. As soon as the ad was published, I got more than 20 resumes from potential candidates. It was my job to sort them out and see who was worthy of an interview.

Then our plans got changed. Suddenly we got approached by a competing office to talk about a possible merger. As such, we thought it would not be appropriate to start interviewing in good faith for the junior position if we don’t know what the future of the practice would look like. So one by one I had to write back each of the applicants and apologize for the premature ad we had placed. I wished them well and hoped our paths would cross at a future date.

Except this one guy Seth just did not accept that as an answer. He wrote a rather candid response back saying that it has always been his dream to move to New York and when he saw our ad, he knew that this is the opportunity for him. He would be willing to take the chances on the merger with us and would not hold us accountable for misrepresentation. In fact, he was coming to New York for a personal matter the following week and he asked if I would be kind enough to meet him informally for coffee at some point. He knew that this would not constitute a formal interview, but he would really appreciate the opportunity to meet me in person while here.

I was of two hearts what is the right thing to do. The partners group had already decided to retract the job posting. Why should I meet this kid (he was only 7 years younger than me, not really a kid) and give him false hope? Is that fair to anyone?

Next step I decided to google him. As soon as the first image of him loaded on the search page, my heart sank. He was a drop-dead gorgeous ginger! And that’s my weak spot. I crave gingers with pale porcelain skin and toned bodies. And he was exactly just that. I clicked his Facebook page and various pictures of him in athletic gear and poses popped up. He was fit, with broad shoulders and very defined pecs and biceps. Nothing too slutty, just a whole bunch of sports and activity pictures.

Fuck, now what do I do? Do I agree just to meet him to enjoy the eye candy, even though I knew I have no job to offer him? He’s going to be in New York anyway, so what’s the harm??? It’s just coffee, not a job interview, as he said himself.

Against my good judgement, I agreed to meet him the following week. We set a time and place on a Saturday afternoon. I showed up in casual weekend clothes. He came wearing the tightest fitting sport jacket, freshly ironed dress shirt with no tie, and a very metrosexual fitting tight slacks that ended slightly above the ankle. Fancy socks and shoes to match. He was around 5’9”. Gorgeous ginger hair with a fresh haircut. The skin of a porcelain doll with not even a single wrinkle or blemish. Perfectly blue eyes as deep as the ocean.

He came into the coffee shop and started looking around to find me. I pretended I didn’t know it was him, as his application by law did not contain a photo of him. Eventually he figured out it was me he was looking for and came over to my table. We shook hands to introduce ourselves. Solid manly palm and a firm shake. Those powerful biceps of his were powering the hand that shook me to my core.

I already had my coffee, so I offered for him to go get one for himself if he wanted to. He said that would be great and headed to the order counter. Which gave me a great look at his tushy. Plump and well-shaped. Those glutes were screaming for attention from all the admiring eyes.

At this point, even though we had not started the non-interview, I already knew it would not go well. When I am in company of super attractive men, the kind that are too handsome to even be true, I just don’t know how to behave myself. I immediately regress into a 15 year old school girl debilitated with shyness. I mumble, stutter, and I usually cannot finish my sentences. For sure, I cannot maintain normal eye contact that is expected during the course of any normal conversation. In those instances, I keep looking at something else, anything else, just so I don’t give away my extreme state of being uncomfortable with myself.

He got his coffee and came back and sat down. As predicted, I acted all uncomfortable and shy. He was talking, but maybe I actually understood like half of it. My mind was going places of how I should behave and not make a fool out of myself. I managed to steal a glance down whatever portion of chest that was showing from his dress shirt. Smooth and not a single hair coming away from the top. If I could only go over and peek into the rest of what he was hiding inside his shirt.

Even though I did not absorb everything he was saying, as I was very distracted by the situation, I did grasp a few things. It seemed that he also had a long-term relationship with his now ex-fiancé. And this fiancé was a woman by the name Chloe. They broke things off and now he was looking for a fresh start. He had been in his current practice for two years, but he thought this was the perfect time to pick up and move to New York before he got more vested in that practice.

So now we knew that he’s straight. But of course he was. All the good looking, hunky, fit, masculine guys that come into my life are straight. And that’s my type. I just can’t help being drawn to all that masculinity. Except that most of the time it is not reciprocal. This guy Seth is straight. And even if he weren’t, this was not a date. We were here on a non-interview job application. I needed to act more professional.

What I could not understand was how could anyone in their right mind let of go of this most spectacular specimen of a man? How could anyone in their right mind, male or female, deprive themselves from having wild passionate sex with him for the rest of their lives together? Women! I just don’t understand how they don’t appreciate the male form the way they should.

I once again told him we were no longer offering the spot. He said he understood. He said he was willing to accept whatever we had in mind to offer without trying to haggle. He was also willing to take his chances that, if and when the merger happened, there would also be a spot for him. He indicated that he was really eager to make the move and we were the only one job opening he had even come across for the past 6 months. I enjoyed shaking his hand good bye one more time. I forced myself to glance straight into his eyes and make appropriate eye contact as I wasn’t sure if I would ever see him again, lest in some medical conference in the future. I wished him well no matter what happened.

Even before I got home, he had already sent me a very genuine thank you email for agreeing to meet him. He once again said that he was aware of our situation and he was willing to take the chances with us.

Ok, so now I had to take all this back to the partners group. I explained that despite the group consensus, I had met this one candidate. I told them how eager he was to take whatever offer we had, and he was fine with the uncertainty of the merger. In my heart I secretly really did want to recruit him, but I also managed to keep it all objective and professional. Yes, he was super attractive, but I and the rest of the partners had a moral obligation to uphold in our hiring practices.

The group decided to proceed with negotiations with Seth. In no time he had the contract signed and sent back. He would start the following month. Again, I did really keep my sexual attractions out of the hiring decision. It was all done in good faith.

[Real-life “Seth”: if you ever come across this story, please be reassured that I did really keep it all professional when we went through the hiring process. You were hired based on your merits. And I always made a point of not crossing the line in our professional relationship.]

I told you about our custom scrubs already. Whatever you imagined about a young handsome and fit doctor in scrubs just melting your heart, just multiply it times a million to get an image of what Seth looked like. The first day at work, he had managed to select the most form fitting size he could find. It looked like the scrubs were hand tailored for him in the fanciest fashion house on Madison Ave. His bulging porcelain biceps filled the armholes to the max. His pecs filled the top portion of the scrubs, while what looked like a zero-fat 6 pack tight belly was perfectly at home in the rest of the outfit. His scrub pants showed that his waist was no bigger than size 30. His ass cheeks filled the back of the scrub pants, while a good-sized package occupied the front without being vulgar. He had picked the jogger-type scrub pants, so it tailored to a tight cuff just above his ankles. He was wearing no show athletic socks and shoes that matched the navy color of our scrubs. He looked more like a model from one of those medical outfit catalogs rather than an actual doctor that has spent years studying in libraries.

My next duty as the recruitment officer was to spend the first day with him to show him the usual flow of our office and our medical records. I sat down shoulder to shoulder to him looking at his computer terminal as I gave him a quick course about our medical records. Many times we had to alternate who would drive the mouse to achieve certain tasks. My hand almost touched his a million times. I was as giddy as a school girl again in his presence, but luckily we both were looking at the computer screen rather than each other. I don’t think I would have survived being that close to him AND having to look him in the eyes. That was the longest one hour of my life to that point.

That whole first day of me overlooking his shoulder and him overlooking mine was very tough. I was glad the day was over. I was glad I could go home and yank out a good one to take it out of my system. I know, it is kinda incestuous to jerk off to your colleague, but it is all just innocent fantasy. As long as I kept it professional at work, all was fine.

As he got busier for the next few weeks and more used to our office, I didn’t have to supervise him as much. Which was good for my own sanity. But every time he walked into my office to ask a question, one look at his gorgeous biceps almost ripping the armhole of the scrub tops and I was back at school girl giddiness. I just couldn’t help myself. And since I was the recruitment officer, and technically his mentor, he came to me for every single issue and question. I was more than glad to answer them all.

A couple of months into it, and he walked into my office for another question. Except this time it was not about work. Valentine’s day was coming up, and he wanted to take his new girlfriend out to some place special, and he needed restaurant advice from a seasoned New Yorker. Well, he was not wasting any time. Only a couple of months ago he was giving me the sob story about breaking up with his fiancé, and now he’s already got some other chick serious enough for Valentine’s Day special dinner. Good for him. And even better for her. She would take him home later that night and enjoy every inch of his body. I could just imagine her devouring his nipples, kissing his tight abs, and sucking on his cock till all hours of the night. And I was jealous it wasn’t me. Anyway, I did steer him in the right direction. I gave reference for a really romantic place downtown that is super cute but not unnecessarily pricey. The following week he walked into my office again, and thanked me for the reference. I assume he got lucky afterwards, but it would be too unprofessional to ask. I let it be.

Over the next few months, things were on cruise control. He didn’t have as many questions any more. It seems that he had blended well into New York as well as our practice. One time he mentioned something about going to his girlfriend’s grandfather’s funeral. So I assumed they were still dating, though I did not pry.

A few months later, he walked into my office on a random Monday morning. “I was wondering if you can help me on a personal matter,” he said. “I need to get a pelvic X-Ray and I was wondering if you could enter the order for it under your name as the ordering physician.”

Well, that was odd! We’re Dermatologists. We don’t normally order X-Rays. Specially not for the pelvis. Turned out he was out playing basketball with his buddies the day before. When he went to dunk the ball, he fell flat on his ass and it’s been hurting ever since. He thought he might have broken his coccyx (the tail bone in lay man’s terms). So, yes, normally that is detected by a pelvic X-Ray. He didn’t feel like making an appointment to go see his primary doctor who would in turn refer him to see an orthopedist. He wanted to get the X-Ray done first on his own to see if there was a fracture. If there was no fracture then he would just tough it out.

I wasn’t sure exactly how to order the correct version of the X-Ray, so he told me he had researched it already. Technically as doctors we can order X-Rays for anyone, including our own selves. If it were me, I would have just written a prescription for myself and go get it done privately. But he wanted to keep it clean and legit. So we ordered it through the medical record system and he was going to go during his lunch break to get it done.

Later that day I got a notification in the medical records that there were some results ready for me to review. Usually labs etc. I opened it and it was the X-Ray results for Seth. I read the report. It said there was a fracture of the coccyx. Ouch! Then I saw a link to view the image. I remembered my anatomy from medical school. I also remembered reviewing all kinds of X-Rays from internship. I had seen pelvic X-Rays in the past, although I would no longer consider myself an expert at reviewing them. Since this was a clear case of a fracture, and technically I was the ordering doctor, I did not think it was an invasion of privacy to look at the results. So I clicked at the link. And that was a huge mistake…

Yes, there was the outline of his pelvic bones. In the middle there was his tail bone. Seriously, I couldn’t tell where this fracture was they were talking about. I’m not a radiologist. But the big surprise I was not expecting was that pelvic X-Rays show more than just bones. You see the outlines of any soft tissues. And the soft tissue I was not expecting was his dick that easily measured 5 inches when not even erect. It was massive! And it was right there looking at me. We all have heard about people getting dick pics. But this was the medical equivalent of a dick pic, albeit it was not sent to me with that intent. I just couldn’t take my eyes off of it. That dick in the X-Ray was hypnotizing me. That was more information than I had bargained to see that day. Never mind not being able to look him in the eyes, now I had his dick image on my laptop.

While I was totally lost in the moment, guess who walked into my office? Yes, Seth, as his dick pic X-Ray was blaring all over my laptop screen. Reflexively, I quickly shut down the lid so he couldn’t see the screen. He wanted to know if the results were ready. I told him the bad news, though didn’t mention anything about me being mesmerized by his giant dick on my screen. He said he would make the appointment to see an Orthopedist now that the fracture was confirmed.

The whole rest of the afternoon I was not myself. I was overcome with joy for seeing the outline of his dick, yet I felt guilty for doing it. It is one thing if he walked around all day with his biceps showing and it was in open space for everyone to admire. It is another thing to virtually peek into his pants to check out his dick.

You don’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out that the image of his dick I saw was the topic of many jerk off sessions for the next two weeks.

Fast forward to the next Winter. I was getting used to salivating all day every day as I saw Seth going from one exam room to the next. I gawked at his biceps from the front, and at his tight ass from the behind. There was not a single bad angle to him. I had dated a few guys here and there. One of them happened to be a redhead too, but nowhere near as striking as Seth. Anyway, there was no chemistry with this other ginger and we moved on.

My office was considering buying a new fancy equipment for laser resurfacing of skin. As vice chair, I was the one doing all the negotiations and comparison shopping. Toward the end of the negotiations, they offered to fly me for a 4-day retreat to Florida to get more didactic on the device and some hands-on experience. I’ve been on these retreats before. They really are greasing you up. But due to regulations, they have to provide educational content as well. Usually we have classes half the day and the other half you have free time to enjoy whatever resort you’re staying at. The retreat was the second week of December on the gulf coast in Florida. I had never been to that part of Florida, and winter in New York could be very cold and gray. So I accepted the offer to go.

We usually have our office holiday party the first week of December, before people go away on all kinds of breaks. I was not dating anyone seriously so I had gone solo. During the office holiday party I was chitchatting with various people, including Seth and the rest of the crew. Seth was there solo as well. I didn’t want to ask what happened to the girlfriend. None of my business. I learned that Seth was also invited to the same retreat and was also going. Usually if they had empty spots, the device company should have asked me to see who else in the practice was the most likely to benefit from the retreat and its educational material. But they had invited Seth on their own and he was eager to go. Cool. This really would be the first time that we would be hanging out outside of the confines of the office besides that one coffee meet up as his non-interview.

We had a very early morning flight out of New York. They wanted us to arrive to have some didactic time and still allow for off time the very first day. Cheap bastards had booked us in coach. And Seth was a few rows behind me. We arrived and they bussed us to the resort. The setting was beautiful, but a bit dated. It was a huge sprawling property. Not a high rise like some of the resorts on the East coast of Florida. Each room was its own separate structure. There were a whole bunch of freestanding bungalow rooms on each walk. Luckily, they had booked all the attendees of our conference in the best section of the resort, facing the pool and overlooking the ocean. The rooms were built on the diagonal to each other, so you could have some privacy. And there were enough green shrubs that you could feel safe even if the curtains were open. Seth’s room was right behind mine.

We had enough time to drop off our bags in the room and show up at the first day’s didactic session. Seth sat next me. There were around 20 of us at the conference. I saw Seth wave across the room to some female doctor who was also attending. I didn’t ask who she was.

Once the didactic session was over, that woman ran to our side of the room. Her name was Amanda, and she and Seth went to the same medical school. They went to different Dermatology residencies and did not keep much in touch after that. But it was a big surprise they were both here at the same time. Small world after all. Specially if you work in a small field like Dermatology.

She joined us for lunch. Most of the time it was the two of them reminiscing about people and places from way back, and me just nodding. I was left out. Which was fine for me. I was already used to feeling awkward around Seth, and now at least Amanda was taking some of the attention away.

It was free time after lunch. I really needed to work on my tan (ironic for a Dermatologist, right?), so I told them I’m heading to the beach. Seth and Amanda said they wanted to check out the tennis courts. We all went our respective ways. Dinner was being served around 8, so I didn’t assume I would see them before that. All I could say is that they were a bit too chummy for two people who had gone to medical school together but didn’t even keep in touch.

I headed to the beach. When in mixed company like this, I wear board shorts rather than the usual slutty bathing suits I wear in Fire Island or those trips to Ibiza or Greece. I’m decently toned and fit, so I look a bit butch in those form fitting board shorts.

The beach was perfect. Pristine blue and calm waters. Enough of a breeze to keep you cool, but not make all your stuff fly all over. The cabana boy set up a chair and umbrella for me. I applied ample amount of sun protection (Dermatologist, I told you), and plopped myself to read the non-medical book I had brought with me. It was just a perfectly relaxing setting.

About half an hour later I heard a light chatter from behind. Yup, it was the awesome twosome Seth and Amanda. The tennis courts did not have any spare rackets. So unless you had brought your own, you couldn’t play. How odd. They decided to call it a day and come join me. On the one hand I was a bit annoyed that my relative peace and quiet was going to be interrupted. But then it dawned on me that Seth, already wearing his board shorts bathing suit, was about to take off his shirt and reveal his gorgeous torso to me and everyone else on the beach. I always wanted to know what his body really looked under those sexy scrubs. Today was my day.

I could have cum right then and there when the shirt came off. It was everything I imagined it to be and then some. Pale pink juicy man nipples you could sink your teeth into. The shoulders seemed even more broad with no fabric on them. And the tight six pack was the stuff of legends. Not an ounce of body fat to be found anywhere. Pure muscle definition in the front and back. Not a single hair anywhere either, except when you saw a faint hint of fire crotch treasure trail that went into his board shorts. I really had to recompose myself. I had to use my book to cover the semi-wood that was springing in my pants.

All that manliness trimmed into a waist with absolutely no hint of muffin top. He was wearing plain royal blue board shorts that matched his eyes and the ocean water all at the same time. In the back, his ass was well defined and plump. In the front the crotch was ever more so noticeable, more in line of what the X-Ray had told me about his package a few months ago. The shorts did not go all the way to his knees, like many straight boys like them. Instead, they ended midway down his thighs, giving me good view of the muscle definition. There was just enough manly hair on his calves to convey masculinity. His ankles were well defined and muscular. Each toe was perfectly shaped and pedicured. I could suck on each of them for hours.

They pulled up two beach chairs next to me and set up their towels. Like all good Dermatologists, the first thing Seth and Amanda did was to apply sun protection. Seth took out a very high-end SPF 70 lotion from his bag. He started by applying and massaging in a good amount on his calves and porcelain thighs. Then he applied an equally generous amount to each arm and shoulder, and took his time massaging it in until it was all absorbed. Next came a huge handful of lotion that got rubbed all over his pecs and six pack. By then his porcelain skin was glistening in the sun and I was just mesmerized.

We all have seen those nightmares where a straight boy does not apply enough lotion to his back and does not ask anyone to help him and the skin is burnt. Not so much if you’re a Dermatologist. In our heteronormative society, Seth asked Amanda to apply lotion to his back. And she obliged. Carefully she applied the lotion to every single inch of his muscular back. I was in a trance as I traced her hands all over him, and just wished it was me, with my hands, who was the one doing it. Instead, I hid my boner with my hard cover book and tried to act normal.

After a half hour of chitchat, Seth saw the resort had paddleboards and asked if anyone was up for an adventure. Amanda said she had booked a massage in the spa later and she didn’t want to ger hair wet anyway. Women!  Me, I was fine just sitting and reading my book, but I figured why not partake on a one-on-one activity with Seth. My boner was more controlled and I didn’t mind getting up now. I’ve done paddleboarding a few times the past, so I wasn’t a complete novice.

We took the boards out and started paddling in the clear waters. Big mistake! Before you knew it, the sun and the moisture made us break into a sweat even though we were doing minimal effort. Those sweat beads glistened all over his back and torso and like diamonds with brilliant shine. My boner was re-forming in my shorts. It would be too obvious if I tried to adjust myself right there in front of him and try to paddle at the same time. I had to steer my board so that Seth couldn’t see the front of my shorts. Just as I was busy protecting whatever was left of my dignity, a big wave came out of nowhere, carried my board and I crashed into his board. We both fell over into the pristine water with a big splash. Each of us came back for air clinging to our boards right next to each other. He was laughing hard because of the freak accident, I was just relieved that my boner was now below water level and he couldn’t see it.

We bobbled in the water for a few minutes. His bulging biceps were hugging his board as we threaded water and just relaxed. I was content just being there forever. The situation allowed me to focus on his luscious arms, now glistening with the water and the sun. Once my boner was gone from soaking in the water, we tried to do a couple of more laps but the waves were picking up and we fell in a few more times. So we came back to shore. Parked the paddleboards and went back to our seats. I just sunk into my seat to enjoy some more sun.

The pale ginger Seth, with a Dermatology degree, knew it was time to re-apply suntan protection after all the sweating and floating in the water. He once again started his ritual of applying ample lotion to each leg and massaging it in. He then did the same to his shoulder, his arms, his chest, and his torso. Each time he squeezed more of the lotion into his hand and massaged it into the body part. And like a deer stuck in headlight, I just followed with my eyes to whatever part of his body that was getting that awesome attention.

Ok, he was all lubed all. The show was over. Or at least I thought it was. Once he finished with everything he was doing, he turned to me.

“Would you mind applying lotion to my back? Otherwise I will get real burnt and it’s gonna be ugly,” he said.

That is a big no-no in the hetero world. But he knew that he needed the protection for his porcelain skin. And Amanda was gone, and there was no other females around.

Now, we are both doctors, and Dermatologists for that matter. We have each touched thousands of patients, male and female, over every possible area of their skin. But somehow applying lotion to someone’s back has an erotic connotation associated with it. Technically it was a question that he had asked to see if I minded to apply the lotion. But it was not the kind of question that anyone say no to. I obliged, despite my best judgment. I knew that I was going to inject much more eroticism into the situation than he intended. I was going to be nervous, and my hands were going to tremble. I did the best I could.

I stretched my hand for him to give me the lotion container. Instead, he squirted a healthy portion of the lotion into my outstretched hand. That alone was already too erotic for me. He then turned around, bent down his shoulders ever so slightly and propped his ass out so I would have an easier time applying the lotion. I started with the left shoulder and glided my hand to the right. I made zigzags to distribute the lotion all over. Then with both hands I made circular patterns over every inch of his back to massage it in. It was orgasmic. It was heaven. His skin felt so good under my palms. It was better than real sex. I didn’t want this moment to ever end. I could do this all day. Just to be able to touch him as he yielded his body to mine. But alas the moment had to end. No less than by my boner once again giving away secrets publicly.

I took off my hands and he understood the lotion was all in. Before he turned back toward me, I had managed to lay back on my beach chair, this time laying on my belly to hide the boner. The innocent guy thought that was some kind of hint for him to reciprocate. He asked if I wanted him to apply lotion to my back. Really, that was not my intention at all, and that is as much physical contact I could endure for one day without creaming in my pants. I told him that was very kind of him and that with my Mediterranean complexion I didn’t need another layer of lotion right away.

After a while, I think we both had enough sun. “I think I’m gonna check out the spa and the gym. Maybe even book myself a massage for tomorrow,” I said.

“Great idea, I’m coming too,” he invited himself to come along.

We headed to the health complex. First we passed by the gym area. Large air-conditioned room with multiple cardio and weight stations. The cardio equipment faced the big floor to ceiling windows as the weights were in the back. Then we continued to the spa. We came to the receptionist and she greeted us in that soft Zen voice they are used to. She introduced us to some of the services and gave us a massage menu. I knew I wanted a deep tissue sports massage already.

“I would like a sports massage for tomorrow around this time please,” I said.

“I’ll do the same please,” Seth was quick to follow.

As the receptionist took the menus back to register us, it dawned on her: “Oh, would you like a couple’s massage?” She thought she was being very progressive.

With that both Seth and I burst into a loud laughter. I somehow managed to say in between my laughter: “Yeah, he wishes!” I thought that would lighten things up. Seth was still laughing when he looked at me with a half-surprised look at how quick I came out with that comment.

We booked our massages for the next day, for separate rooms, and I told Seth I was gonna change and hit the gym after this. But of course Seth said he was planning the same. He told me he will also change and he’ll see me there.

I went back to my room. Even though I was about to go sweat some more, I needed a cold shower. I needed to wash away the sun and the sand and the lotion. More importantly, I needed to let my mind and body cool down from all that Seth overstimulation I had endured. Maybe even a quick jerk off in the shower, but I found myself too distracted for that. I put on my gym clothes and headed back there.

By the time I arrived, Seth was already there. He was on one of the treadmills facing the window. He had his AirPods on watching something on his iPad as he was bouncing with full force on the machine. Every step, every skip, was a perfect specimen of manhood. He was wearing a very revealing muscle tank and generic straight boy gym shorts that go all the way to the knees. There were a couple of other people there also doing various exercises. I nodded hi and he responded the same as I walked in. I headed to the back to do some weights. For cardio I had planned to get up early next morning and go running outdoors.

I went from one weight station to the next, doing weights, sit ups, pulls ups, and any possible way to take out some sexual frustration as the object of my desire was only a few feet away. I had a prefect view of him from everywhere I went. As the minutes went on, he broke into a sweat. His tank top, whatever little fabric there was to it, was completely drenched. His shorts were getting a bit soggy too. And all around him on the floor a pool of fresh man sweat was building up. Oh, what I would give to go over and lick all the sweat, his sweat, off the floor.

Around 20 minutes later the two other people in the gym left. It was only Seth and me there now. As soon as they turned the corner, Seth took off his completely drenched tank top and slapped it on the handlebar of the treadmill. He was now topless even though there was a sign against it on the gym door. I totally didn’t mind, and most certainly was going to enjoy the view as long as I could. Beads of sweat kept forming on his neck and trickled all the way down his back. There were glistening on his porcelain back, the same back I had rubbed oil on a couple of hours ago. Some of the sweat dripped down his shorts all the way to his muscular legs. Some of it flew in every possible direction as he bounced up and down. At the end, that puddle of sweat on the floor was getting bigger and bigger.

I was flat on the floor in between sets of sit-ups as I heard the treadmill come to a stop. Before I knew it, sweat-drenched Seth with his tank top flung over his one shoulder was standing over the top of my mat. My legs were pointing in the other direction and he looked at me upside down. From where I was on the floor I could make some shadows inside his wide-legged hetero gym shorts.

“See you later at dinner?” he said, although I didn’t really hear any of it. By this time the shadows I had seen were more clearly the outlines of assless jockstraps. Just then a drop of his sweat came out of nowhere and hit my left shoulder. I don’t think he noticed that.

“You’re going later to dinner?” he repeated. His tone jolted me back to reality.

“Sure. Save me a seat,” I said. He nodded and left the gym.

I was still on the floor. Mesmerized by seeing him bounce up and down like a triathlon athlete on a treadmill, mostly shirtless, for 45 minutes. Mesmerized from being able to peek into his shorts to see his jockstrap. But even more mesmerized from that single drop of sweat that landed on my shoulder. It would be raunchy to lick all that puddle of sweat from the floor; as a doctor I knew better. But the single drop of sweat that landed on my shoulder was fair game. I brought my one shoulder to my mouth and licked the are clean. I didn’t know how much of the perspiration was my own and where exactly was that one drop that came from him. I didn’t care. I licked the entire area clean. I had some of him in me now. I was drunk. From that one single drop. I stayed on the floor for the next 10 minutes. Luckily nobody came in the gym all that time and I just lay on the floor and enjoyed my orgasmic high.

Later I made it to my room. I really needed a cold shower this time. And that’s what I did. I still had time before dinner. I laid on my bed and retraced all the events of the day. I had more direct interaction and more physical contact with him today than we did ever since he came to work with us. This was definitely a Seth overload kind of day. I managed to gawk at him shirtless, and with his approval I got to rub lotion all over his back. I saw him in his jockstraps. I even managed to lick his man sweat off of me. Up to this point seeing the outline of his dick on that pelvic X-Ray was a high, but today was many more firsts, and most of it with his knowledge. All the events kept flying in my head.

It was getting to be dinner time. I got ready, and figured I’ll take a leak in my own room before heading out. Never been a fan of public restrooms, unless it involved glory holes (different story). The toilet was in the very back of the room to the one side. And the crapper was to the side of that. In there, there was a single small square window on the side wall that could be opened if you really stink up the place, but would otherwise keep closed with the air conditioning on. This window faced in the direction of Seth’s bungalow room behind me. It looked directly into the side window of the bedroom area the way the rooms were staggered. I thought they had enough bushes and shrubs for privacy, but this particular window had an unobstructed side view of Seth’s room. I tried to look in. The privacy shades were drawn in and the lights were off. I guess Seth had left already.

I headed to the dining area. Seth and Amanda were at the bar and looked like they already had a couple of drinks each. Both greeted me very joyfully, as one does when they have drinks on an empty stomach (do I sound like an old man?). We headed to the inside and sat down. Throughout the dinner I was definitely the third wheel in the Seth and Amanda show. They kept giggling about their memories and drinking more. I noticed some scratches on Seth’s hands that were not there before, and some green stain under one fingernail. What had he done in between when I saw him last and now? That boy was very intriguing. I didn’t know what to make of that. Instead, I had a lovely conversation with this older woman to my right.

After dinner most of us were too exhausted from the early flights and the long day to hang out more. The property was not terribly well lit and luckily the light from the full moon guided us where to go. We all went in the direction of our rooms and one by one each of the conference attendees went into their respective rooms. Amanda had already gone into her room at the beginning of our alley, and I said good night to Seth as we approached our adjacent rooms.

I took off my clothes, down to my underwear, and got ready for sleep. One last piss before calling it a night. As I stood in the crapper again, I looked sideways through the window toward Seth’s room. The privacy screen was still pulled. Behind it I could see lights were on and an occasional motion, but you couldn’t tell anything though the shades. Off to bed. Sleep tight Seth.

I guess I’m getting old. Or maybe I hydrated too much and too late. At 2 in the morning, I woke up with a fierce urge to pee. With my eyes half closed and with only the light from a full moon shining in from the outside, I found my way to the bathroom. As I stood there and peed like a horse, I took a glance sideways again to see what’s happing at Seth’s. This time the privacy curtain was gone. Inside his room was dark, except for that bright moon light shining on everything.

All of sudden I totally woke up from what I saw. I could totally make out the inside of Seth’s bedroom. The headboard was to the left, and foot of the bed to the right, facing the door across from it. Basically the exact replica of my room. Seth was sleeping on top the covers, naked! He was facing away from me, with his bright porcelain ass shining in the moonlight in full view of my eyes. He was hugging his pillow very tight. He was fast asleep. He wasn’t moving.

I was totally awake now. This was the cherry on top of the pie for this spectacular day. Full view of his naked ass, shining with the moonlight, even if it were about 15 feet away. He was sleeping and didn’t move. I didn’t move. I just kept staring. Oh, what would I give to be able to over and eat that porcelain ass of his. I kept looking and looking for at least half an hour, hoping at some point he would turn around and I would see his dick too. Bust alas, that never happened. He just lay in that one position forever.

Finally my eyes had enough and I went back to bed. I still couldn’t believe what I had just seen. And I saw so much of it that I was satiated. I felt I was finally in the right mood to jerk myself off. One thought of that gorgeous ass I just stared at for half an hour, and it took me like 30 seconds to cum. I was happy. This was a very good day. Even though so much of it transpired in my dirty mind, it was a good day.

I had already set up my alarm clock for 6:30 AM so I could go for a run before breakfast. I should have turned it off. Too late. I was awake already. And without missing a beat I rushed to the window in the crapper. He was still there, in the bed, on top of the covers, naked. He was in a slightly different position than I remembered from last night, but still turned away from me and with his ass to my direction. It was even more luscious in daylight.

I could have spent the rest of the day just camping out there waiting for him to wake up. But I didn’t want to chance it for him to turn around during daytime and see me gawking at him. I went back, put my running shoes on, and headed for a run. By the time I got back, I sneaked another peek through the crapper window. The privacy curtain was drawn back in. I had no idea if he was till there or not. Show was over.

I saw Seth and the rest of the gang at breakfast. He definitely looked a bit hung over, though not a total mess. After that we had three hours of didactic in the windowless conference room, and then group lunch. Once again, I was the third wheel in the Seth and Amanda show.

It was an overcast day, not the kind you would spend on the beach or the pool. Besides, I did not get a good night of sleep last night. I needed nap big time. I went to back to my room and slept like a rock. Luckily, I had set my alarm so I wouldn’t miss my massage.

I headed to the spa 20 minutes ahead of time. The same lady greeted me and directed me to my massage room. I didn’t see Seth, I didn’t know if he was keeping his plans for a massage at the same time or had changed his mind.

The massage was good. The masseur was not cute, and definitely nothing kinky in a reputable resort like this. After the massage the masseur recommended I should go in the steam room to relax all my muscles. I was so relaxed that I just followed his orders.

There was already this one other guy there when I went in. Nobody you would want to start something kinky with. Not here anyways. Then, but of course, in walked Seth with just a standard bath towel wrapped around his waist. I had totally forgotten that he also was getting a massage at the same time and probably his masseur also told him to come to the steam room.

“Oh, hi. How was your massage?” he said as he sat himself right next to me.

“Very relaxing,” I replied. Picture this, both of us naked except for a bath towel wrapped around us with the slit to the front. As he sat down, somehow the end of the towel that was covering his right knee, the knee closest to me, fell to the side. It gave me a full view of his one thigh all the way, almost maybe an inch away from his crotch. I knew his naked crotch was right there. I could see his red hot pubes from the top of the towel, and some more fine red hair on the inner side of his thighs though the slit in the towel.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe. His naked dick was one inch under a lousy piece of fabric. It took an extreme amount of self-restraint for me not to just reach under his towel and grab it all. I could almost smell it. I wanted it. But that was so wrong. Instead, I kept thinking to myself: Dead kittens! Dead kitten! Dead kittens! I needed to suppress any chance of me popping wood with only that same towel covering my naked dick only a few inches away from his.

Luckily, Seth was in a talking mood and he, without me asking, gave me the whole tea about Amanda. Back in medical school they actually dated for a hot minute. Yes, they slept together. Then they figured out they would be better as friends rather than lovers. So they remained friendly, but not enough to keep in touch after so many years. On and on he gave me the details. I didn’t hear most of it. The whole time all I was hearing was the voice in my head: Dead kittens! Dead kitten! Dead kittens! Luckily it worked. No boner. I guess the embarrassment of the possibility totally killed any urge to pop wood. Which under the circumstance was a very good thing.

I was still in my own mind when Seth announced he had enough steam and that he was heading out. He got up and headed toward the door. Right before he left, his towel almost came loose. He grabbed the two ends, flapped the whole towel open totally exposing himself for a split second to realign the towel, and then wrapped himself again. Throughout this whole split second maneuver, he was looking me directly in the eyes. He then nodded good bye and left the steam room.

Now I really couldn’t breathe. Wait, I just saw his real dick and sack, for just a split second. The real thing. It was the most beautiful sight every. Perfectly trimmed pubes, a good 5 inches when limp. Nice shaved balls. And I saw it all for a split second.

But wait. He was looking at me as he adjusted the towel. Was he flashing me on purpose? Or was he trying to making sure that the gay man in the steam room was hopefully not checking him as he needed a moment of privacy. Was I supposed to look at his junk? Did I cross a line? Why would he want me to see his junk? Am I that desperate that I come up with all these dirty man scenarios about unsuspecting straight boys?

I was shaken to my core. I allowed enough time for Seth to do whatever he needed to do in the locker area outside and leave the spa before I left the steam room. When I went out, he was gone already. Thanks heavens. I didn’t need another odd moment right now. I got dressed and got back to my room. I think I had crossed a line and I didn’t think I could face him. It was bad enough I had a hard time looking him in the eyes without giggling like a school girl beforehand, but now after I sneaked a peek at his package I couldn’t bring myself to face him.

I had half a mind to skip the group dinner and just order room service. Then I thought it would be some kind of admission of guilt if I did that. Best course was to go hang out and pretend nothing happened. It took all my might and force to do just that.

Once again Seth and Amanda were all chummy near the bar. I ran across the female doctor from last night’s dinner and we continued our chat. For dinner we sat in all the same spots as the previous night. Seth was occupied with Amanda, and I chatted with my new friend to the right.

They had set up buffet dessert for our group poolside. It was a full moon and the natural light was breathtaking. We all headed to the pool area. I chatted invariably with Seth and Amanda as well as some of the others. One by one people headed back to their rooms. Seth went back rather early. I hung out almost till midnight with the female colleague as we shared some life experiences. You could tell she was a fag had looking for a new gay BFF.

Eventually I said good bye and headed back too. Took off my clothes, brushed my teeth, and took a final piss. And then, I took another glance into the window of the crapper. I didn’t know what to expect.

Well, I almost had a heart attack. The privacy shades were open at Seth’s. The lights were off but there was so much natural moonlight that you could see everything. Seth lay naked in the center of the bed and he was stroking his meat!!! No, for reals! He was just 15 feet away and jerking off, and I had full view. Right away I turned off all the bathroom lights so he wouldn’t see me. I needed the cover of the dark so I could gaze all I wanted.

He kept stroking his meat with such admiration. His back was partially leaning against the headboard, partially reclining. His thighs were spread apart, his knees were bent, and his feet touched each other. His crotch was the center of his body, the center of his attention. With his bulging biceps and pecs, he was using both hands to wrap around his dick. But there was so much dick in between his legs that I could still see a lot of it. He kept stroking himself up and down, invariably leaning his head back with ecstasy. Then he let go of his right hand, the one nearest me, and grabbed his luscious nipples. He squeezed his nipples with his right hand as he jacked himself off with his left hand. Then he took his left hand off, exposing his entire dick. He spit into his hand and went back for a lubricated feel. He kept doing this for a while. Then he changed the roles of his left hand and the right hand, and a few minutes later he changed once again.

Of course, I couldn’t watch all this and not touch myself. My underwear was all the way on the floor around my ankles. I was massaging my wood standing over the crapper and looking sideway at the most spectacular view in the world.

The bright moonlight had shed a magical blue cast over everything in Seth’s room. I could no longer see ginger. It was all shades of blue. All the while that Seth was pleasuring himself and I was spying on him. Pure magic.

Then I saw that his pecs became super tense. His abs tensed up, and predictably gobs of Seth sperm squirted out of his peehole. I couldn’t see the actual squirts themselves, but I could make out the accumulating wet cum glistening in moonlight on his belly and chest. I think I even saw one spot on his neck. I couldn’t tell.

With that, I exploded too. I shot my load all over the crapper, the walls, and the floor. I don’t even know where it all landed. He shot his load, and I shot mine. We were both happy, although is such different ways.

What happened next I never expected. Once he was able to catch his breath, he used his hand to wipe all the cum from his belly and chest and proceeded to lick it all of his fingers. He ate all his own cum. He licked every little last finger in every way to get all of it back into him. He then even cleaned that one spot on his neck and licked that from his finger too. He was getting as much pleasure from licking his cum filled fingers as he did jerking off. I had never seen any guy enjoy his own cum in a such a delightful manner, gay or straight.

Once all the cum was cleaned off, he rolled to the other side with his ass toward the window facing me, just like I had seen him last night, and went to sleep in the same exact position like last night. The peep show was over.

I went back to my bed too. I was drunk with excitement. Just by serendipity, I was there at the right moment to catch him jerking off. Five minutes earlier or later I would have missed the whole thing. Who knows, maybe there was a peep show last night as well that I missed. But I was content.

I thought getting a sneak peek of his dick in the steam room was a big deal earlier in the day, but spying on him jerking off and then eating it all was a present my eyes never expected. I was on cloud nine. I couldn’t have him, but I will forever remember this night in Florida. The night I saw Seth naked, jerking off, cumming, and eating all his cum. Just wow. I will never ever forget this day. This night.

I knew better not to set my alarm so early again the next day. I got up with just enough time to get ready for breakfast. A mandatory peek from the crapper window, and Seth’s privacy shades were closed again. No clue what was going on there.

I did see him at breakfast. It took a lot of effort on my end to act as normal as I could and pretend I saw nothing. Of course I couldn’t blab it out. What I did was immoral, peeking into his room even if the shades were open. It might even be illegal, but don’t quote me on that. But definitely immoral.

All morning this guy was talking about the laser properties of the new fancy equipment. I didn’t absorb any of it. I recreated the images from the previous night over and over again in my mind. All I could see in front of my eyes was Seth’s massive dick, his cum, and how he swallowed all his cum the way I turned to swallow that one drop of his sweat that had landed on my shoulder in the gym. Oh, Seth, if you only would let me, I would gladly jerk you off any time you want me to. I’ll lick your cum off your abs, or I’ll feed it back to you if you want me to. Anything you want me to do for you, I’ll do. If you would only let me have just one night with you the way Amanda and so many other girls have had you. Oh, Seth, I will worship your body in more ways than you can possibly imagine.

The lights came back on at the end of lecture and I was awakened from my daydream. I had been in a happy place, but now back to reality. I was still frozen in my seat half drunk.

“Lunch?” Seth tapped on my shoulder.

“Ah sure,” I replied, still fazed.

“Are you OK. Did you fall asleep during the lecture?”

“No, I was just going through something in my mind. It’s cool. Let’s go, I need some sustenance.”

I deserve an Oscar for how I did my best to act normal sitting at the lunch table with Seth and Amanda. They were too drowned in their own conversations to see if I was in a different zone. In retrospect, I must have acted like a zombie. Lunch was over. They told me they had managed to find spare tennis rackets and they were heading back to the courts to get some exercise. I told them I will be at the beach again. This time, they never came back to the beach to disturb my peace and quiet. I had the whole afternoon off to read my book and enjoy some solace. Normally I try to take a nap on the beach if I can. But I was afraid if I put down my book, images of last night would pop up again and disturb my quiet time. I’d rather be distracted by my book than remember how shamelessly I spied on my colleague jerking off last night.

Dinner was the same exact scenario again. But for dessert they had set up a local reggae band to play by the pool. I went there on a mission. Even though I was talking with my new fag hag BFF, I kept Seth within my view. I had a plan. I was going to go back to my room 10 minutes after him and camp out all night in the crapper trying to see if there will be another peep show tonight. I was ready to spend all night standing there if I had to.

Eventually Seth said good night and went to his room. I had told myself I would wait 10 minutes, but as soon as Seth closed his room door behind him I dropped my fag hag mid-sentence and rushed to my room. I turned off all the lights so he couldn’t see me. I got totally naked. Then I parked myself by the crapper window. I was fully erect and oozing precum and nothing had even happened yet.

Over at Seth’s, the lights were on, and the privacy curtain was open. I could clearly see his bed. Nobody within view. Just to the right of the window, beyond where I could see, it seemed like there was some movement. I could see shadows moving from the lamp. But I could not see Seth. I knew he was there. This went on for another 5 minutes at least.

Then I saw a single article of clothing fly across the room. Then another piece. It all happened too fast for me to see clearly what piece of clothing. And it all landed beyond where I could see into the room.

Then, naked Seth, in full light, walked across the room, across the window, into the bathroom area of his bungalow room. I had seen him totally naked last night with moonlight, and I had seen a glimpse of him in the steam room as well. But this was my first full view, even if it were for a split second again. He had walked too fast for me to have a good look. I could see his dick dangling, and the red hot pubic hair. And then he was out of sight.

So, he was in the bathroom now. My guess is he was brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. I had no idea if all this was going to lead to another peep show like last night or not. For all I knew, he was going to crawl under the covers and go to sleep. Maybe I’ll have another chance to see him jerk off.  I had no clue how horny he was and how regularly he needed to relieve himself. No clue.

After what seemed like a lifetime, or but probably was more like 5 minutes, naked Seth emerged from the bathroom. The lights were still on. OK, what’s about to happen? He stopped smack in the middle of the room, in direct view for me, as he checked something on his phone. It looked like he was sending a text or sending an email. All the while standing completely naked and giving me a full view of all his glory. This is the most I’ve ever seen in full light. What a beautiful full thickness cock. What beautiful tight abs tapering to his dick as though they were making an arrow where one should look.

He then turned around facing the bed, with his ass showing to me. He did something more to the phone, maybe set his alarm, and put the phone on the night stand. Was he going to sleep now? Was the show over?

He crawled on top of the covers, to the same spot and pose as when he was jerking off last night. My heart skipped a beat. Was he going to do it again? Was there going to be a repeat performance? Oh boy, the anticipation! Except this time the lights were on. No more soft moonlight casting a blue hue all over the room. The lights were still on and I could see the ginger crotch and the porcelain skin as clearly as possibe.

Yup, he was back in the same pose again, the head leaning on the headboard and the rest of the body in a reclining position on the pillows and the mattress. The thighs spread apart, knees bent, and feet coming back together. Once again, the crotch was the center of attention. With his left hand he grabbed his dick that was still not at full attention. With his right hand he started pinching his right nipple, stimulating himself. He then tilted his head back and closed his eyes. With the lights on I could see every single detail.

The massive dick took no time coming to full boner. It was large and thick. His one hand was no match for it, it was definitely a double fister kind of dick. He kept stroking himself, and I could tell his breathing was picking up. His chest was taking ever deeper breaths in a state of pleasure. He tilted his head back toward his crotch, opened his eyes and fixated on his dick. If I had a dick like that I would be fixating on it as well. If I had a dick like that, I would never leave home; I would just sit home and stroke it all day. If my boyfriend or husband had a dick like that, I would never let him leave home. I would pleasure him every single minute of every single day.

He still had both fists on his cock. Stroking up and down. And again there was plenty of dick not even covered by both fists. His gaze was fixated on his crotch, on the center of his entire body. And then with one rapid motion, as he kept stroking his dick, he turned his face in the direction of the window facing me. Shit! Did he see me there? I couldn’t duck now, he would clearly see I was hiding in my bathroom this whole time. Is he looking at me really, or just gazing out the window to the outside?

He didn’t make any effort to cover himself. He just kept stroking and looking out his window. I was convinced there was no way he could see me in the absolute darkness of my bathroom. He must be just looking out the window. And he just kept looking, and kept stroking. He never looked back at his cock. He kept massaging and looking out the window.

After a few minutes he brought his tongue out. He slid his tongue from the corner of his mouth, across his upper lip, to the opposite corner of his mouth. He kept doing this back and forth, all the while he was stroking himself, looking out the window. I was looking directly into his eyes from a distance, even though I was convinced he could not see me in the darkness.

A few minutes of this, and he took his right hand off his dick. He still kept massaging his massive cock with his left hand, as he stretched his right arm all the way toward the window on top of the covers. The palm of his hand was up. With his fingers, he gave that “come hither” gesture I had used myself oh so many times in the steam room back home. He was motioning for something to come over. But who? Was there anyone else there? Again, he couldn’t possibly see me.

He repeated the “come hither” motion with his right hand a few more times. Then the tone changed. Like a pantomime, he went into an exaggerated expression mode. First, he lifted his right arm all the way in the air, and with his index finger pointed out 3 times to the direction of the window, meaning “you, yes, you”. Then he made a very exaggerated “come over here” waving gesture with the same hand. Then he pointed with his index finger toward his dick a few times, meaning “come get it” in pantomime speak. After that he made a gesture as if a dick is going in his mouth, meaning “come over here and suck me off.”

Not only was I busted, but I was being invited to join in. I was breathless. Could it be? Was he telling me to go over? Now? To help him jerk off? Could this really be happening? Am I dreaming all this?

Then it dawned on me that I have been had. He knew what was going on and was playing games with me. That bastard knew I might see him from the window and had put up a peep show. And now he was summoning me to go join in to finish the party. Fucking bastard!

Like a zombie, I left my post at the crapper window, went out into my room, left my room all naked and with raging boner, and went in the direction of his room. His door was just slightly open. Has it been open this whole time? I didn’t see him get up to go open the door as he saw me leave the window to go to his room.

I walked up and opened the door. He was in the same spot as I had seen him 10 seconds ago. Yes, the door had been open this whole time. He knew all along I’d be in his room in no time. That fucking asshole!

He was still stroking his dick when I got there. When he saw me, he gave me a naughty smile. He then put both hands behind the back of his head. His entire crotch was now open access, a gift to me. He just laid there with, crotch exposed, waiting for me to go over and service him. That bastard! This whole thing was a mind game he had planned and perfectly executed.

This was not the time to raise issues. This was the time to enjoy the prize I had yearned for such a long time. He wanted me to service his dick. Occasionally straight horny boys don’t mind the attention of a gay mouth. Yes, I’m his colleague and his boss, and this could complicate things royally. But I couldn’t care less. If I had the chance to have his cock, I was willing to give up anything and everything. All just for this one night.

He looked so smug as he had his hands behind his head waiting for me to go over and blow him. I didn’t know if I should do that or actually smack him. But his cock was the tie breaker. I needed his cock. I closed the door behind me. I went over the edge of his bed. With a smug face, he tensed his crotch muscles to wave his dick at me. I knew what I needed to do. What I wanted to do. I crawled on the bed and planted my face on his crotch.

OMG. I had dreamt of this moment. I had jerked off thinking of this moment. And for the past couple of days I had been involved in a series of events, each one allowing me more access to more intimate parts of his body. But this was the culmination. The absolute first prize. His dick, in my mouth. For real.

It was massive, and it was tasty. Solid and thick. No curves. No veins. Just solid flesh. It must weigh at least 10 pounds when it is stiff like this. I tried my best to take it all in, and I almost did. But it was massive. Where my mouth and throat failed me for not being deep enough, I used my hand to cover the base of his shaft. Every time I went down I gagged more, and more of my saliva drooled all over his crotch. I needed him as deep in me as I could. I was in heaven. Just the other day licking a drop of his sweat unbeknownst to him was an orgasm. Tonight I had his whole dick in my mouth, and at his explicit invitation.

Enjoy yourself Jake, I told myself. Make the moment last. Don’t make him cum too fast, but also don’t bore him. I used every single blow job trick I knew, just to keep the moment going. And every time I looked up, he looked like he was enjoying himself. He still had both hands behind his head, elbows sticking out, just admiring seeing me on his cock. Such a relaxed and smug pose. He was really happy with himself the way things turned out. And I was in no position to complain either. I was there to service him, and I totally loved my part.

Around 10 minutes into this, and he moved his hands finally. He reached over down below and put his hands under my armpits as I was still blowing him. I wasn’t sure where he was going with that. He lifted me up until I was kneeling in front of him. He then flipped himself, belly on the mattress, ass up in the air, and planted his head on my dick. This, I did not see coming. I thought I was there to suck him dry. I didn’t imagine he was gonna want some dick too. My dick. I never imagined in all my fantasies him servicing me. It was always me servicing him.

But that’s what this hetero boy wanted right now. And I was not about to complain. He put my dick in his mouth and went to town with it. It was not his first time. No sir. He’s done this before. He knew what he was doing. And he was enjoying it, not merely reciprocating a favor. He seemed to be enjoying it even more than I was enjoying his dick moments ago. I was the one getting serviced, but he was moaning in pleasure even louder than me. Even louder than when I was blowing him. He kept pushing his face deeper and deeper. My dick was not as massive as his, so he was able to take it all in. The whole time I looked down to see his gorgeous ginger head of hair covering my crotch as further down his juicy ass was in prime view.

I didn’t know whatever other agenda he had in mind, but I was not done with his dick. I needed more. I was fine with him blowing me, but I needed to blow him back too. This time I took charge. I peeled his head off my dick and laid him flat on his back on the bed. I straddled him in a 69. I laid on top of him and fed him my dick as I put his dick back in my mouth. Now we were both getting what we wanted. The circle was complete.

Giving him a 69, I had a better view of his balls. His sack was all shaven. Softest porcelain skin leading to a beautiful pale taint. Just a hint of red hair leading in between his ass cheeks. I couldn’t see his hole from this angle with his legs all down. I didn’t know if he might like me to play with his ass or if that would freak him out. Straight boys might enjoy a blow job, but their ass is usually off limits.

I was really getting to love his cock. I liked how it was a heavy piece of meat. Just a perfect cylinder of meat. And below me, he looked like he liked where he was too. He kept bopping his head higher and higher to take all my dick in. This was a kinky side of him I never imagined.

As he was gagging himself on my dick, he managed to yell out “I’m gonna cum.” That was my fair warning that gushes of Seth sperm were about to squirt out. I was given the chance to pull away if I wanted to. But I didn’t want to. I wanted it all in me. I wanted his sperm down my throat. I wanted to inhale anything he could give me. I tightened my lips around his dick lest anything should drip out. I waited for the explosion.

The first spasm, and a large squirt went down my throat. It was hot and thick and manly. And it was 100% Seth. He was not done yet, but my own body decided to climax too. I wasn’t about to let go of his dick to warn him I was cumming. Instead, I pushed my pelvis all the way down and choked him on the mattress. And right then, with no warning, I started filling his throat with my hot cum as more of his cum was still coming into my mouth. We orgasmed in unison, each one filling the other one with hot and sticky man juice. And each one of us swallowed every last little drop from the other one’s cock. I don’t remember that last time I came so forcefully. And I can’t remember that last time that anyone had squirted such a large amount of cum in my throat.

I had already figured out that I had walked into a staged trap. I did what I was summoned to do. I just never thought he would want to blow me too. And drink all my cum. Up until half an hour ago I thought he was totally straight. If he were gay, he would have told me something by now. And what about all his ex-fiancé and the other girls?

Not knowing what his mind frame was, if I was done performing my duties and was expected to leave or not, I lifted my body up and rolled to the side. For a moment I looked down where his head was still at the same level as my crotch. His head was still down, looking straight up to the ceiling. He was in a zone. He looked very content. I turned around and planted my body next him, now our heads at the same level. I stared at the ceiling to see what he was looking at. Our shoulders were touching. Normally, at this point either me or the other guy I just had sex with would come for a post-sex embrace. The gentle hug after sex could be even more satisfying. But I didn’t want to freak him out.

Eventually, he tilted his head and laid it on my shoulder. He brought his arm all the way across and gave me a soft embrace. He gave me a single kiss on my shoulder, where his head was. Just a single kiss. It is interesting how things naturally unfold. We already blew each other and swallowed each other’s cum, but in the past year since I’ve known him, this was our first kiss ever.

I was happy staying like this forever. I could lay in this bed with him and never leave. Skip the conference tomorrow. Never go home. Never go to work. Just have him lean his shoulder on me in this bed for as long as we shall both live. But my bladder was full and I needed to use the bathroom. I started to move a bit and was about to tell him I needed to go pee.

He sensed me moving, picked up his head and looked me directly in the eyes: “Will you please stay the night?” I guess he thought I was about to get up and leave. So sweet.

“I would love to. But I have to go pee before it gets ugly.” I gave him a kiss on the forehead and went to the bathroom. He followed me there, and we both peed in the crapper at the same time. I remember those moments of bliss, just two guys peeing at the same time, from all my happy times with my ex.

We came back to the bedroom. He turned off the lights and crawled under the covers. He held the covers open for me inviting me to join him there. I did. I crawled under the covers. He came over and embraced me and made me his little spoon. I got the hint and turned away to face the side window, the one that has been facing the crapper window of my room next door. Yes, there was a clear path of view between his bed and my window there. I couldn’t tell how obvious my presence might have been for him to see him spying on him. I was too tired. I closed my eyes. We both fell asleep spooned together.

The morning sun woke me up since the privacy curtain was still open. I opened my eyes, and without an effort, I looked directly out. Right out the window, toward the window in the crapper in my bungalow room. Something was off.

Without waking him, I got out of bed quietly. I walked over to the window. Yes, there was a line of bushes and shrubs that are meant to give privacy between the two units. Right where the little window of my crapper was, on Seth’s side of the yard, there was a perfectly cut gap in all the bushes and shrubs. Freshly cut edges made a perfect square gap to match with the window right behind it. And on the ground, there were all the branches and twigs that were freshly cut to make that perfect gap.

I turned around to see Seth. He was still asleep with a very content expression. That bastard!!! He had been planning this whole thing out. Down to flashing me in the steam room. To cutting the shrubs and hoping I would catch him jerking off. To making me rub suntan oil all over his body. This was not a serendipitous turn of events. This was a perfectly planned scheme to seduce me in multiple steps, drawing me crazy in the process. He could have just expressed interest and see if I responded back, but he chose to drive me crazy with desire. He had manipulated me. And I loved it! I loved that he took such a methodical approach to trap me. It showed commitment. It showed absolute intent.

Just as I was mulling all this in my head, he slowly opened his eyes. His pale porcelain skin against the bleach-white sheets in the morning sun was absolutely angelic. Never in a million years when I hired him a year ago did I imagine one day I would wake up naked next to him in the same bed.

He opened the covers and invited me back in. “Come back here,” he said. I went back and crawled back under the covers with him.

“You’re a fucking bastard, you know that?” I told him. He burst into such a loud laughter. He was so proud of himself. He figured I found him out. He was busted. And I loved it. But I still didn’t know what was going through his mind. But this was not the time to interrogate. Just then his alarm went off. It was time to get ready for our last day there and later we had a flight back home.

I needed to go back to my room. But I had come here to Seth’s room all naked in the middle of the night. I borrowed one of the bathrobes from his room and made the 10 foot journey back. Luckily, I had closed the front door but it was not locked. I got in. The first thing I did, I went to the crapper and checked out the side window situation again. Yup, direct view of Seth’s room, after he had cut off all the bushes. And Seth fully anticipated that this is exactly what I was going to do. He was standing by his window with an ear-to-ear grin, fully naked, and waving at me. I flipped him the bird. With that he grabbed his crotch and waved it at me playfully while winking and sticking his tongue out. He was so proud of himself. Pompous asshole!

I didn’t know if to love him or hate him. Either way we had to pack as this was our last day of the conference and we were heading back to the airport after lunch. Just as I was packing, an idea came to my mind. I went on the airline app and used miles to upgrade both of us to business class. I had a plan.

Things at breakfast were a bit different. Seth was already there when I walked in. He had saved a seat next to him for me. This time it was Amanda who was the third wheel as Seth and I winked and giggled the whole time. I absolutely absorbed nothing of the didactic session that followed. Nothing. My mind was recreating last night’s events over and over.

After a quick lunch, they bussed us back to the airport. Most other attendees naturally went to check in at the coach counter. I pulled Seth in the direction of business class check in. He looked puzzled. I told him to trust me. He was genuinely surprised to see I had upgraded us both. As I said, I had a plan.

The business class section had two seats per each side of the aisle. Nice wide seats. And on domestic flights, they don’t have a big huge barrier between the two adjacent seats. As soon as we took off and got to our cruising altitude, I took out the supplied blanket and spread it sideways to cover both of our laps from shoulder to knees.

At first Seth motioned to me he was not cold and didn’t want to be covered by a blanket. I gave him a wink and he understood something was up. Once the blanket was covering both our bodies, I slid my hand straight to his crotch. Even without being erect there was a lot of meat there. As I said, I had a plan. I started massaging his dick under the blanket and through his pants. He was hesitant at first, thinking we might get caught. I insisted. Once he was fully hard, I took it further. With the one hand I unzipped his pants, undid his belt buckle, and opened up his junk. I lowered his underwear and released his erect dick right into my hand. Up until this point, I was also looking around a bit to make sure nobody was noticing. But once I had the dick in my hand all my trepidations were no longer an issue.

I looked him straight into the eyes as I massaged his dick under the blanket. He looked straight back at me. I kept staring back. I had always been nervous looking into his eyes more than 30 seconds at a time. But this time I was able to maintain my stare. Not just for 30 seconds, a minute, or even 10. I kept staring into his eyes for the next 2.5 hours of the flight, and he stared back at me without saying a word. And the whole time, I just gently and slowly massaged his dick. I didn’t jerk him off, just a massage. I didn’t want him to cum. I just wanted to hold his dick in my hand as long as I could. And he stayed stiff the whole flight. The whole time! As we looked into each other’s eyes and never exchanged any words.

Eventually the plane arrived and they told us to pack up. He struggled to get his erect dick back into his pants while sitting. It just did not fit back in. It was that big. We eventually unboarded and proceeded to the exit.

I took a leap of faith. “Would you like to come home with me?” I asked.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied.

Bitch! I upgraded you to business and massaged your dick for 2.5 hours straight, so don’t you ‘oh, I thought you’d never ask’ me!

We took a taxi to my apartment. We were well behaved in the taxi and even in the elevator ride up. But as soon as I shut the apartment door behind us, I attacked him. I needed him. I needed all of him. Last night I had his dick, which was glorious. But I adored all his body, not just the dick. I needed to get every inch of his porcelain skin in my mouth. I needed to lick, kiss, bite, and inhale all of it.

With each hand I grabbed one end of his shirt collar and pushed him against the wall in the foyer. I quickly planted my lips on his. I squeezed my face so hard on his, and my tongue went in to wrestle his. He reciprocated by bringing his hands up and grabbing my head by the ears. He used all his might to further push my face onto his. I kissed him so hard I was forgetting to breathe in between. My chest was rubbing his, my belly was hugging his, and our now-erect boners struggled through the fabric of both of our pants to kiss as well.

Just then, as I still held the two ends of his shirt collar in my hands, I forcefully opened my arms to purposefully rip his shirt apart at the buttons. And those buttons went flying all over the place. His naked chest and belly were on full display. I went crazy when I saw his pale pink luscious nipples. I had dreamt about sucking on them so many times. And in no time, I did just that. I let go of his face and went down to his chest. In one big mouthful, I took his right nipple and everything around it, peaking from his muscular pecs, into my mouth. That was the sweetest taste I can remember. It was everything I dreamed of. I munched on his nipple like it was the last thing I was ever going to eat. I tried to milk every ounce of manhood out of his nipple. I sucked on it until it was sore.

Then I further lowered his shirt until it was just hanging by the sleeves around his wrists. His biceps, those meaty biceps, were going to be my next snack. I had seen those biceps bulging from his scrub tops all these months, and they had driven me crazy with lust every time. I just planted my face on his right biceps. How do you eat a bicep? I don’t know. But I tried to get as much of it as I could into my mouth. I was devouring him like a cannibal. There was so much bicep, my mouth was failing me in biting, licking, and adoring as much of it as fast as I could. I was eating it all and I was still famished for his flesh.

After an eternity, I needed to go for his third erogenous zone. His tight abs. They had been in open view ever since I ripped his shirt open. But I was preoccupied with his upper torso. Time for me to devour his washboard. I left his right bicep and went for the top of his abs. Those abs were too tight to bite. It was a flat board. I stuck my tongue as far out as I could and started licking it all. Left to right, up and down. All of his six packs, all his muscle definition is their full glory. This whole time, as I had been helping myself to his body, he had just relaxed his head back on the wall where I had planted it. He had been moaning intermittently from pleasure, or from pain when I bit him too hard.

After what looked like hours of abs worship, I needed his pants off. I knelt on the floor in front of him. My face was now at the level of his crotch. I had already unbuckled him once in the flight and knew what to do. Off came the pants. I had a bit more difficulty releasing his massive hard cock from his underwear. But eventually I won. The spring action of his stiff cock hit me in the face. He was rock hard. Even more hard than when I blew him for the first time last night.

That cock disappeared into my mouth in no time. It was its rightful place. In me. In my throat. How sweet it is to have Seth’s ginger cock in my mouth and try my best to bury the rest of my face in his sweet ginger pubic hair. I could do this for the rest of eternity. I could offer myself to be his exclusive cocksucker for the rest of my life. This, was pure heaven.

My head started bopping up and down on his gorgeous shaft. No veins, no kinks. Just a solid cylinder of flesh. Firm all along the shaft, and soft and spongy on the hood. And it was the perfect fit for my mouth. I loved sucking on him. I loved having his manhood feeding me his precum. I can forever devour whatever secretions came out of him: sweat, precum, and eventually his cum.

My eyes caught sight of his balls and I went into overdrive. I needed his dick, but I also needed his balls. I needed it all. So I went further down. To his clean-shaven soft porcelain balls. They were just absolutely perfect. And full of Seth’s sperm. The sperm I would want to spew at me at any orifice he wanted. As many times as he wanted. And as often as he wanted. He could empty his balls on me and I would cherish it every single time.

I licked his balls, one at a time. I tried to get both into my mouth, shuffle them around, and lick it all over. All the while that I was jerking him off with my right hand. His crotch was my perfect feast. All of it, for me to enjoy. And I did. I was getting even more pleasure servicing him that he was from being serviced. I have been addicted to his physique all these months and the wait was over.

Just then he finally looked down at me on his crotch and said: “Let’s go to the bedroom, I need a taste of you as well.”

I remembered I needed to breathe. All this time I had been inhaling him and forgot to catch my breath. I looked at him with his balls still in my mouth and his cock in my hand. I finally had the confidence of looking him in the eyes for as long as I wanted without getting nervous. I didn’t want to let go of this moment, but I knew better things were yet to come. I got up, my breath still smelling like his crotch, and gave him another rough kiss on the mouth. I ripped the rest of his shirt from his wrists. I took his hand, attached to his naked torso, and took him to my bedroom.

This time he took charge. I wasn’t the only one who was hungry for flesh. He stood me in front of my bed. He grabbed my sweatshirt and pulled it off in one swift motion. He then put his muscular hands under my armpits, like he had done last night, and like a toy lifted me and tossed me on my bed. We were the same height, but I was no match for his muscular build. He could do anything to me he wanted to.

He took off his shoes, pants, and socks. He was naked again. And all for me. He crawled naked on the bed, my bed. With both hands he grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants. He managed to hook his hands under my underwear too. With such force he pulled both layers down in one motion. He continued the forceful undressing around my ankles and somehow my socks and sneakers came off too. I was naked. For him. By him.

He had the upper hand. I was wondering what he wanted to do. In his eyes I could see he was ravenous. He didn’t want to be the hunted, he wanted to be the hunter. With each hand he grabbed my matching hand and pinned me down on the mattress. He gave me a single kiss on the lips and then made a beeline to my dick. My hunger for his dick was no match for how he took my cock in his mouth. I thought I might never see my dick again. He inhaled it and moaned all at the same time. It was enough for me to climax prematurely, but I knew better. I had to make this last as long as I could.

Yes, my previously-known-as-hetero boy here was no stranger to cock. He’s done this before. And I’m sure had taken mental notes of all the times his cock was sucked by others. Yes, he knew how to service a cock well. And he did it with such zest, such force. It was like a lion devouring its prey.

He didn’t seem to care about my balls, but went straight for the butthole. He flung my legs up and took a long and deep look at my asshole. He looked up at me, and then buried his face in my ass with the same hunger that he had swallowed my dick. Full force.

There was no foreplay or gentle teasing. It was 100% full on from the first moment. Before I knew it, his tongue was already past my sphincter and inside my ass. There was no negotiation. And my tight ass knew not to put up a fight. It knew it had met the object of my heart’s desires and yielded itself to the hot ginger in between my ass cheeks. I could only see his eyes and his gorgeous orange head of hair as the rest of his face was up my bowels. He was eating me out like it a savage beast.

He helped his face to my ass like it was a buffet. He had his fill. My ass had relaxed so much his tongue was just easily sliding in and out. Which was a good thing, considering what I knew was coming next. I grabbed the back of my knees with my hands, pulled my knees to my chest, and really exposed myself to him. He looked up at me.

“Go for it, cowboy!” I told him.

He knew what to do next. He kneeled up next to my ass, spit a heavy load into his muscular palm and lubed up his porcelain dick. He lined up his pelvis next to mine. Just then the tip of his dick touched my asshole. It was an electric shock all over my body. It is possible that after all these months of yearning, it is going to happen? Have all my dreams come true? Yes, Seth was about to fuck me and make me his bitch.

His dick was massive. Even though his tongue had teased me, it was no match for his huge dick. It stretched all kinds of sphincter muscles on the way in. It was pain and pleasure all wrapped up in one. And it was pure ecstasy.

He slowly put all that huge monster in me. I didn’t think I was going to be able to take it all in, but his orange pubes were kissing my taint. He was all in. And then he slowly pulled out, only to push back in with the same rhythm. He knew he had a big dick and he should be careful with that weapon. He’s done this before, too.

With his piercing eyes, he looked directly into my eyes. I was not nervous or shy any more. I looked right back at him. I was going to keep looking right into his soul as he had his meat in me. I was not going to break eye contact. No, this was a different kind of connection now. No more shy school girl. This was man-on-man real sex.

He picked up his pace. Gentle at first, but before I knew it the beast in him came out again. Within a few minutes he was pounding me as hard as he had been eating my ass. All of that monster cock made it way all the way out and in. The heat, the friction, the passion.

I was still holding my knees to my chest with both hands. I couldn’t go grab my dick. But it didn’t need any more stimulation that what I was getting internally. With every pounding, more precum oozed out of my dick onto my chest. Eventually the pressure was too much. Still looking into his eyes, and without touching myself, I was ready. I was at climax. The precum was replaced by gushes of hot cum that spilled all over my chest and neck.

Seth saw this and let go of a loud groan. I could feel pumping action inside of my ass. And then a sudden heat took over. My bowels were getting filled from his sperm. I had billions of Seth sperm in me now. Life was good.

He pulled out and some cum spilled out of my ass with it. I was so dilated at that point. He collapsed on top of me. His muscular torso was on top of mine. He buried his face on my left shoulder and neck and stayed there motionless. I brought my arms around and hugged him. He was mine. At least for now. At least for tonight. I still didn’t know what was going on through his mind.

Eventually he pulled away and laid to my side. We laid on our backs, looking at the ceiling. He was in no rush to go anywhere. I didn’t want him to go anywhere. We just laid there in post-coital bliss. Neither one said anything.

After about half an hour, he grabbed my body and as if I were his toy, pulled me toward him and made me his little spoon again. His large but limp dick was glued to my aching ass still full of his cum. His massive biceps came around to hug me and pull me ever more closer to him. He was breathing sweet little puffs of air that landed on my shoulder from behind. “Good night,” he said.

I wasn’t going to move. I did manage to use my voice to tell Alexa to wake us up in the morning so we can get to work. He spent the night there. He showered with me and we took a ride to work together. We were going to the same office after all.

All day at work we stole glance and we gave each other winks as we passed each other in the hallways. I wasn’t sure if this meant we were an item now or was it all just some hijinks on a business trip.

The first day back at work is always super busy. Emergency appointments, lab results that need to be reviewed, and also all kinds of paper work about running the office. I took all of five minutes for lunch. After that last patient, I went back to my office to finish loads of work. I’m sure Seth had a lot to catch up with as well, even though his patient volume was not yet as busy as mine and he had no office responsibilities. One by one all the assistants left for the day. I was still reviewing paperwork.

Just then Seth barged into my office. He closed and locked the door behind him. Here? In the office? I’m sure everyone is already gone, but here? Now?

He didn’t say a word. He came around my desk and turned me to face him. No kiss. No foreplay. He immediately knelt in front of me on the floor and untied my scrub pants. With his forceful hands he pulled the pants and underwear all the way down to my ankles. But that time I was already fully erect. Without missing a beat, his face was on my cock. All I could see was his orange hair bopping up and down on my cock. He was even more ravenous than last night, if you could imagine that is even possible. First he went up and down, and the he switched to more of a circular motion around my cock. He wanted that cock. He was hungry for my cock.

He then brought his hands and cupped my asscheeks as I was still sitting on my deskchair. He flexed his biceps to pull me even deeper. He stopped bopping his head, and instead used his arms to make my pelvis fuck his mouth. It was a different motion altogether. It was my dick that was doing the face fucking, but all the muscular effort was coming from his biceps.

Well, this was a new climax for me. The whole things lasted maybe 5 minutes. Once again, loads of my cum shot out of me. Like a water hose, I filled his mouth and throat with every single last drop of cum that was left in me. He had a tight seal on my dick and swallowed all of it. He kept his face on my dick until it was all gone and emptied. He still didn’t let go of my dick. He made sucking motions to get out any little last bit of sperm still in the shaft.

He got up. I was fully ready to service him and return the favor. Instead he said: “I needed that badly all day.” He turned around and left.

I was still frozen in my seat. Wow! What part of Seth has he unleashed on me? There was a whole new dimension of him I knew nothing about. And now I was on the receiving end of that passion and pent-up sex drive. And I loved it.

The next day there were a series of winks and stolen glances at work again. I went back to my office after the last patient to see if he will come in for a repeat performance, but he was a no show. The following day he was in a chipper mood as always, same more stolen glances were exchanged. I had a non-stop hard on all morning, and those scrub pants are very unforgiving when you have a bulge like that poking out.

By lunch time, I saw him in his office. It was me who went in unannounced this time and locked the door behind me. The lunch area was right outside, with a few employees sitting there eating and chatting. I didn’t care.

I made him stand up, pull his scrubs to his ankles, and sucked him dry. He came in less than 5 minutes. I kissed him with my cum breath. “And today I needed THAT,” I said on the way out.

Thursday and Friday were regular days. Neither one of us made any advances at work. That Sunday I got a text from Seth around 4 PM to see if I wanted to come over his place. I knew what this was. A booty call. Sure, I wanted to come over. Make me your booty any time you want. And I did go over. And we made passionate sex. We explored every inch of each other’s body. I loved it.

But it was different this time. We spent an hour blowing each other until our jaws were sore, and then he pounded my ass real hard till we came. By 6 PM we were exhausted. He asked me to stay, if I was not busy and didn’t have any other plans. Oh, Seth, I will cancel any plans to be able to hang out with you. Yes, I will be free.

At his suggestion we ordered Chinese take-out. We sat there naked on the sofa and ate it like hungry puppies. Then he asked if I felt like hanging out and watching something on Netflix. Sure, if it meant I would have the chance to hang out with him some more. He flipped Netflix on and we browsed the movies. He suggested some movie I had seen already, but since he seemed so eager I pretended I had not seen it yet and let him put it on.

Without missing a beat, as soon as the movie started, he once again put his muscular hands under my armpit and pulled me into his lap and made me his little spoon again. He wrapped both his legs around my legs, and used both arms to hug my body. His chin was inches away behind my shoulder. I’m 7 years older than him, and at work I’m his senior and supervisor, but right here in his embrace I was happy to be his little spoon again. But then again, where is this relationship going? Are we dating now? Was I just a booty call? What was going on in his mind?

Luckily, I had seen the movie already and did not need to concentrate. I laughed when he laughed, even though my mind was distracted. I was enjoying my warm Seth embrace too much to pay attention to the TV. The eroticism of the moment, me sitting naked in Seth’s lap, was much more engaging of my attention. Slowly my dick recovered from its rest and started to get hard again. When it was fully hard, it inadvertently hit the back of Seth’s arm as he was still hugging me watching TV.

He looked down to confirm his suspicions and said: “You horny bastard!”

“Do you blame me?” I replied.

Just then I started to feel a twitch on my right asscheek, the one that was resting on Seth’s naked crotch this whole time. Yup, he was getting erect too. He leaned over and started nibbling on the earlobe closest to his face. I leaned my head back toward him as far as I could. I brought his muscular hand to my crotch and he understood that he should stroke me as he kept nibbling. He then started kissing me all over my neck and shoulder as he kept massaging my dick. I already had precum coming out of me.

I turned around and faced him. A hot passionate kissing session ensued. I pushed him back flat on the sofa. I had a plan.

I showered every inch of his neck and shoulder with puppy kisses, somewhere between kissing and licking. All the while I was stroking his meat with the one hand. I paid homage to his nipple and his abs and went down for my prize, his dick. His dick and my mouth had become fast friends in past week. It fit my mouth like a lock and key. It was my dessert, my candy, my reward. I wanted it in my mouth for as long as possible. But I had other plans.

I made sure he felt the ecstasy, but did not cum. Just when the amount of precum coming out of him was picking up pace, I switched to his balls. Oh, those soft ginger balls of his. Those soft balls that had unloaded themselves in me so many times this past week. I made sure I marked every single inch of his sac as mine with my saliva. It was all mine.

Then, I needed to explore his ass. I had seen his gorgeous muscular mounds so many times, but had never seen what’s in between his crack. There was a slight trail of ginger hair that went from his taint to the crack. I put my hands under his knees and lifted his legs up to the ceiling. His ass was in full view. That little trail of hair gave away his secret that he is a true ginger, but was not overbearing. He did not need to shave it. In fact, I preferred the little bit of ginger bush there. Made it so manly and inviting. But I had a plan.

Just when he thought I might bury my face there, I pulled my face up and knelt near him. I was still holding his legs up. I bent my head down and gathered the largest spitball I could come up with and spat it right onto his hole that was facing me.

“You’re ready for me, lover boy?” I asked.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied.

What was up with all that ‘I thought you’d never ask’ shit of his? Bitch, I’m just now getting to know you sexually. I don’t know what you are and aren’t into. Until last week I thought you were totally straight. So my plan all along was to see if he was fine with getting fucked up the ass. I didn’t know if he was a top, vers, or even gay for that matter. This would be a good test of it, and he was going along with it.

Let’s just say his hole had not had as much lifetime practice as mine did. He was tight! But I did not relent. My respectable yet average size dick will do. Slow baby pushes, quarter of an inch at time, and I was finally in. I was all the way in. My dick was all the way inside Seth’s ass. As I live and breathe.

I grabbed his dick and started massaging it again and I picked up the pace of fucking him. Both rhythms and intensities got faster as we both relaxed and were enjoying the moment. Eventually I felt the unannounced spasms in his dick that led to a predictable gush of Seth sperm spilling everyone around my hand. That was all the physical and visual stimulus that I needed. I shot my load up his ass. My sperm, little baby Jakes, up Seth’s ass. We had now completed the cycle of sucking and fucking each other.

I let go of his legs and pulled out. Then I collapsed on top of him, as he was still there with his back to the sofa. He instinctively brought both arms around and embraced me. Another post-coital bliss.

I just laid there for a few minutes, with my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. Eventually I said: “So what’s your story anyway?”

“What do you mean?” he said.

“I mean sexually. I’ve known you for a year and I never got any gay vibes or stories out of you. And then you set up an elaborate trap to seduce me. And I’m your boss mind you. Are you on the down low?”

I guess he was surprised by the sudden turn of events. He was happy to lay there with me naked on top of him. But I needed some clarity. I needed to know what he was feeling.

“Well,” he said, “I’m sexually fluid. I guess the closest term that comes to mind is bisexual. But I don’t identify as that either. I’m just open to all kinds of sexual ideas. I find myself able to enjoy both genders, as well as many versions with each gender. I’m part of the generation that we don’t go by definitions, we just do.”

Well, all that was all new to me. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but I knew I needed to stay open minded and respectful.

“So, am I part of an experiment with you then?” I asked.

“Not at all. I have been with enough guys to know I like what I’m doing. Not an experiment. You have been for sure a most desired outcome to prior experiments I’ve done in the past.”

He looked at me and he understood I was puzzled.

“I have been with guys and girls before. I know what I like. When I met you at our coffee interview a year ago, I knew you were a special kind of guy. Good looking, successful, fit, charming, and with a heart of gold. But I was applying to be your employee. So I couldn’t cross the line and tell you about me. I thought I should keep it professional. But I saw how you ogled over me, and I appreciated it. Truth is I ogled over you just as much, but maybe did a better job of hiding it. I didn’t want to jeopardize anything at work.

“When I found out you were going to the conference in Florida, I managed to get myself an invite. Behind your back. I then had to come up with a plan for a big reveal. As the conference dragged, I drew you in. Little physical contact here, little flashing there. I knew that some of it was mind games, but it was all in good humor. I was just so happy when you went along to seal the deal. I am so happy we crossed that line. I am so happy you are here with me. I am so happy everything worked out well.”

So far. But where does that leave me? Was all his attraction to me physical or emotional? It was too presumptuous to ask. And he was bisexual, even though he called it some other name. Would I ever have a future with him? Was it all about just the sex?

I had to know. “So what happened to the girl you were engaged to? How come you did not go through with it? Was it because you are sexually fluid?” I made sure I used the correct term.

“Kinda. She was very nice. A sweetheart, really. She knew I was sexually fluid too. And we even experimented with threesomes a few times. Both with women and men. As a sexually fluid person, eventually I would have to settle down with one person. And that someone could be a man or a woman. As long as my heart tells me that is the one person. At the end I thought she was probably not the one. I couldn’t go through with it.”

That did not bode well for me and him. I had already fallen for him, even before he revealed himself to me. But now I knew I am just another fuck buddy. A damn good fuck buddy. But I couldn’t hope for something more serious. Even if things got more serious, what assurance I would have that he won’t want to go back to pussy one day? I wasn’t ready for that heartbreak. I didn’t say anything more.

He re-tightened his embrace around me and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “Thanks for listening to me,” he said. “I don’t always find people are open to someone being sexually fluid. I don’t always share that so readily. But I know I can trust you. You have made me feel so comfortable around you I feel like I can tell you anything. You have already changed my life in more ways than you can imagine. You were gracious enough to give me an interview when you weren’t even sure there was a job to offer. You vouched for me and gave me the chance of a lifetime to move to New York with a really good job, a real dream come true. At first I thought maybe my attraction to you was as my mentor. But then I found it was much more personal and physical, regardless of our situation in the office. My whole life is different now because of you.”

That was already too much information for one night. We just lay there. Eventually that Netflix movie that had been playing in the background ended. We turned off the TV. He held my hand and guided me back to his bedroom. He opened a brand new toothbrush for me. We both cleaned up and got ready for bed. From there he held my hand again and took me to his bed. He lifted the covers, went in first, and held the covers open for me to step in. My heart was heavy, but this was the exact spot on earth I wanted to be. In his bed. He turned me around and made me his little spoon again. We went to sleep. He managed to give me another little kiss on my shoulder where his head was behind me as we fell asleep.

Monday morning we woke up to go to work. Second time we had spent Sunday night together and were showing up to the office together. Luckily we wear scrubs supplied by the office and never have to worry about being seen with yesterday’s clothes dragging in.

Nothing happened that Monday. Tuesday I attacked him in his office and sucked him dry. Thursday night I got a booty call text at 10 PM. I dropped everything and went over. We flip-flopped and went to sleep all exhausted but happy.

That following Sunday I got the same text message around 4 PM. I asked him to come over this time. We had sex, then ordered dinner, then pretended to start watching a movie as we started another sexual escapade 10 minutes into the movie. He spent the night. I had already bought a new tooth brush for him to use.

Over the next month and a half we went through a routine of one of us attacking the other one at work, either during lunch or after everybody left, and maybe one or two booty calls midweek. But the Sunday 4 PM booty call had become a routine. If he did not send me a text by 4:00, I sent him one by 4:01. His place or mine. The sex was still great, giving me access in our own privacy to worship every inch of his body. I had come to learn his kinks, his likes and dislikes, and some of his other habits. Yes, then there was the moment we became comfortable farting in the presence of each other. That is always a milestone in any relationship.

But each Sunday we spent more and more quality time rather than just having sex. We were home naked the whole time, and I really enjoyed the intimacy of being naked with the object of my desires for prolonged periods of time. We opened up and our life experiences. Experiences from college, from medical school. People we had dated, vacations we had been to. The bucket list of places each one of us wanted to go visit. We talked about the places we grew up, about our families. I really came to enjoy his company, not just his body. I looked forward to those Sunday afternoons and nights more than anything else.

It was the last Sunday before Valentine’s Day. I was over at his place. First round of sex and dinner were already taken care of. I needed to go to the bathroom. When I opened the door and stepped out, he was right there, naked, down on one knee on the floor. With one hand he was holding something behind his back.

All I could see was black. I got nauseous. What was he up to? No, no, no, no, no, please don’t do this. No, we’re not at that point. We haven’t even officially dated yet. Please don’t have a ring behind you. Please don’t fuck up everything. Because the answer is going to be ‘no’. As enticing the idea of marrying Seth and having him all to myself was, our relationship was not at that point. And what about his sexual fluidity? Seth, please don’t fuck up this beautiful thing we have built so far.

He was nervous too. His porcelain skin was even more pale than usual. You could see he was breathing heavy. He looked me in the eyes. He must have seen the terror in my eyes.

He brought out the one hand from behind and it was a single red rose. “Jake Andrew Mullen, will you be my Valentine?”

Phew. Disaster averted. It was just a rose, not a ring. Finally I could breathe again. Thank heavens he did not do what I thought he was about to do. I didn’t want to say yes, even though being his Valentine would be the sweetest thing ever.

“That is so sweet of you. My heart says yes. But my pesky brain says let’s talk for a second.”

He was not as taken back by that answer as much as I thought. Maybe he had mentally prepared himself for all possibilities.

I took the rose from him, gave him my other hand to help him up, and took him back to the sofa.

“Let’s talk,” I said. “You know how much I adore you both emotionally and physically. But what is going on in your heart? I know this is all premature to discuss, but I have floated all kinds of scenarios in my head for a while. If I accept your offer, what kind of future I am in for? Are you going to be satisfied with just me?”

He had an answer ready. “Jake, I have met so many people over my life. As a sexually fluid person, which is the topic I imagine you’re concerned about, I have had so many varied experiences. Everyone else I had met had come up short in some sense of how I feel at harmony with them. You are the first and only person who had been the entire package for me. You make me feel safe. You make me feel special. I adore you and I know you adore me back. Dare I say it is love in my heart I feel for you, and I am now ready to fully commit myself to you. That is if you feel the same. I want you to be my boyfriend, not my boss or my fuck buddy. I want us to go on dates. I want us to go the opera, take those vacations we talked about. In due time, I would love it if we could make things more serious. All in due time, but I am committed. I am yours, if you’d have me.”

Tears of joy welled in my eyes. Silly me and all the times I had yearned to be his other half, wanting to offer myself to be his for eternity. And here he was, doing exactly that to me. In real life. No gimmicks.

I threw both my arms around him and gave him the tightest hug. “Yes, Seth Jason Weiss, I will be your Valentine.” He burst out from excitement. He let go of my embrace, cupped my face with both his hands, and brought me in a rush to his lips. He gave me a million little wet kisses all over my face in the span of a minute. Just like an excited puppy. I could hear his heart racing just inches away. His plan went well.

That night we had the most passionate sex ever. The physical aspect was awesome as usual, but now I knew I was making love, not just having sex. And even he was so much passionate that all prior times. He was more of a Romeo that night rather than a Hercules.

For Valentine’s Day he insisted on making all the arrangements. He took me to a very romantic restaurant downtown. We went back to his place afterwards. He asked me to wait in the lobby and come up only after he called me.

When I took the elevator up, there was a trail of loose red rose petals all the way to his door. The door was already partially open, anticipating my arrival (he had used this trick on me once already). When I opened the door, I lost my breath again.

All the furniture in the living room had been moved to the side. In the middle of the room there was a huge tent made of sheer material, what could pass a as a mosquito net for a canopy bed, that took most of the room. There were at least 100 little candles of all sizes all over everywhere. Inside the tent there was a mattress and a whole bunch of throw cushions I had never seen before. On a little table there as a plate of fresh strawberries and chocolate fondue, judging by the smell. A romantic track was playing in the background.

In the middle of all this was naked Seth and his porcelain skin, giving me that ‘come hither’ gesture from back at the resort. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t need him to go into that exaggerated pantomime mode. I closed the door, took off all my clothes and joined him in the tent on the mattress. We fed each other strawberries. We licked the chocolate from all kinds of body parts. We make hot passionate love all night. It wasn’t just sex. It was love.

In between one of the rounds of sex, as I lay on top of him with my head on his chest listening to his soothing heartbeat, I was overcome with joy. I don’t know what come over me. In a complete moment of mental carelessness I blurted: “I love you Seth.”

Shit, did that just come out of me? Was I supposed to say it so soon? I only agreed to be his Valentine a week ago.

Without missing a beat, he replied: “I love you too Jake. More than you can possibly imagine. More than I knew love is possible.”

From that moment on we were inseparable. We knew we should take things slowly as our romance was blooming, but we could not get enough of each other. I wanted to spend every single moment of every day with, and so did he. When you find your soulmate, you are inseparable. It was abundantly clear that we were meant to be together forever. We did eventually move in together a couple of months later. 2 years later he repeated the scene where I come out of the bathroom and he had something hiding in his one hand behind him. This time it was a real engagement ring. And the answer was an astounding yes.

T H E      E N D

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Guilty embarrassing admission: This story was too long to write in one sitting. I wrote the part about them doing a 69 in the hotel bedroom while I was at lunch break at work in my office. The real-life “Seth” was just a few feet away in the lunch room. By the time I had finished writing that segment and got up to go back to work, I noticed a huge precum stain in the front of my pants. There was no way I could go back to work with that stain in a very obvious spot. Luckily I had a spare pair of pants in the office and quickly changed before I reported back to duty. Disaster averted. The other scene about their first encounter in Jake’s apartment I also wrote on a subsequent lunch break at work. This time I made sure I put a whole bunch of tissues in my underwear to make sure we don’t have another fiasco.

I’m really glad how this story wrote itself from some basic plot lines I had in my mind. It is also a very good homage to the real life “Seth”. What a shame I can’t just give him a copy so that he would know someone thinks of him so highly to write an entire story like this about him.

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“You know, I heard you the other night,” Tommy croaked before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke.

I froze up, kind of knowing what he was implying, but not quite sure, just as I was pulling my own smoke into my lungs. I could feel my face turning red, and not just from holding my breath. And then it caught up with me, and I choked a little on the weed smoke, and started coughing it up, gasping and hacking, eyes watering as I tried not to look at my big brother. After a moment, his big hand clapped my back, like he was burping a baby or something, then circled slowly between my shoulder blades. It was soothing and intimate and really, really weird, but try telling that to my cock, which was getting a rush of blood already. Damn weed always got me all receptive like that. Especially when a thick-muscled, strapping dark-haired stud like Tommy was the one rubbing my back.

“Heard me…” I eventually said, my throat all rusty and choked up.

“You and that dude. Y’know… fooling around.”

Ah dammit. Chris was a moaner. It always worried me, but with my bedroom all the way down here in the basement, I figured we’d be pretty safe. Guess not. Tommy was crashing in the guest room upstairs while his place got fumigated, or renovated, I wasn’t super sure which. We really hadn’t ever been close – in actual fact, technically we didn’t really know each other at all, until a couple years ago when he turned up.

“The ghost of your father past,” Mom had said with an unimpressed look on her face, looking out the kitchen window to the back deck, where Tommy and my Dad – our Dad, I guess – were smoking while Mom and me loaded the dishwasher.

I’d looked at Tommy then, somebody I barely knew had existed up to that point – the child from his first marriage, the one they never talked about, from Dad’s Army days. Tommy was 28, 10 years older than me, and he sure took after Dad, all big and strong and dark-haired, where I was more like Mom. My Mom, I mean – I didn’t know anything about his. Me, I was blond, smoother mostly, definitely skinnier. Not much like him at all. You could see some resemblance in our faces, but that was it. He was this big, dark-stubbled hulk like Dad, and I was real embarrassed to find I was head over heels in lust with him.

Me and straight dudes, man. This was getting to be a pattern. At least he wasn’t around much. Not until recently, anyway. And now here he was, larger than life, in my space, telling me he’d heard me and my fuckbud doing what fuckbuds do, and I didn’t know what to do.

“It’s cool, Alexander,” he said, and that was something else that pissed me off, because he always called me that, never ‘Alex’ like a normal person would. Like he just had to keep that extra bit of distance between us. Even though we shared half the same genes. Even though we were blood. Brothers, for fuck’s sake.

“Good for you, getting some, kid,” he said, ruffling my hair, and even though I was a little bent out of shape, I still felt internally thrilled at the gesture. It was something… brotherly, y’know? And I needed that. I wanted a lot of things from Tommy, in the couple years since he’d appeared in our lives – but that kind of brotherly affection, I needed that most. I jacked off to images of that kind of thing nearly as much as I imagined sucking his cock, chewing on his big, pink nips in the thick dark fur on his beefy pecs, or even burying my face between the thick globes of his ass and munching my way up inside of him. Like I did to Chris, almost like a surrogate kind of deal.

“Uh, thanks, I guess?” I said hesitantly. He gave me this big, lazy stoned grin, ruffled my hair once more, then reached for the bowl to repack it.

“I gotta say, though,” he said after a couple minutes, before lighting the fresh bud. “It sure sounded like you gave him a good time, kid. I don’t think I’ve ever made a chick moan like that. So, uh…”

Now it was his turn to blush, as he toyed with the lighter and tried not to look at me. A shift in the balance of power, felt like. This was interesting.

“So what, bro?” I asked, coaxingly.

“Well, y’know, it’s weird to ask, I suppose… but still… I don’t know anybody else who… well, I don’t think I do, anyway… who, like… does what y’all… y’know… do…”

Fuck, this was actually kind of funny, watching him tie himself in knots like this.

“So, I guess I’m sorta curious, and you don’t have to tell me anything,” he eventually went on. “But, like… what is it that y’all do?”

I looked at him. He looked back at me. We were both high as fuck. Damn, he was hot. And I was feeling… I dunno, not mischievous exactly, but like that. Game, I guess is the word. So I took the piece and hit it again, nice and deep. Looked at his big, handsome face as he blushed, before exhaling my lungful of smoke.

“You really wanna know, Tommy?” I asked, and he slowly nodded, all glazed-eyed. I grinned and handed him the piece, settling my back against the armrest of the old sofa, getting comfy. “Well…”

It was weird telling him all these intimate, sexual things. Weird, but I found myself going with the flow, and I guess I had the weed to thank for that. That, and his questions. I guess the weed was helping loosen his tongue too, because he kept asking me stuff, and I was answering him like I was a sex-advice columnist, not an 18-year-old dude. At first, I kept it pretty general, but as we kept talking and he kept asking, I found myself telling him more personal things. Things Chris liked. Things I liked. And the more we talked, the more I stopped feeling like the semi-unknown little half-brother. Like I wasn’t a half-foot shorter, ten years younger and probably fifty pounds lighter than him. Like we were… equals finally, in some weird way.

Like I wasn’t hard as a crowbar in my shorts. Like he didn’t notice that, and give me a kind of shy half-smile. Like he wasn’t suddenly, noticeably hard too.

“Eating ass, huh?” he said, like he’d never heard of it. But not like he hated the idea. “I’ve never had anybody do that to me. Does it really… y’know… feel that good?”

“Dude, when it’s done right, by somebody who’s really into it, it’s amazing,” I grinned, hitting the bowl again.

“Somebody who’s into it, huh?” he said with that little half-smile. “Somebody like you, you mean?”

I spluttered a little again, trying real hard not to cough and show my ass like I did earlier. I just nodded and held onto it, before releasing the smoke.

“Yeah, Tommy,” I said after a minute. “Why – you wanna find out?”

I dunno where that came from, but it was out there now, like the fog of weed smoke between us. And when he shrugged, then slowly nodded, I could’ve choked all over again.

Tommy’s ass was big, dark-haired, thick with muscle and beef, a big, strong man’s ass. Smelled of sweat and Old Spice body wash. Tasted like salt and man. He was nervous, with his sweats down around his knees, that big fine ass up in the air, as he let me taste him. So I took my time, took it slow, being all gentle and almost tentative with my tongue, as my fingers sank into the beefy flesh of his butt, spreading those big tasty cheeks wide so my tongue could taste the fine dark hairs that forested his deep crevice.

“Ah fuck, kid,” he moaned as I slowly worked him over, getting him nice and wet, enjoying the slow depth of this. So fucking weird, and amazing, and this might be my only chance, so I was going with it. Taking the ball and running.

His pucker was tight and musky, furred up, pink and moist with my spit as I teased it with my tongue. I could feel him quiver, hear his light, stifled grunts and murmurs, and when my tongue tip slipped inside of him, he shivered all over and let out a deep rumble of pleasure. A good sign, for sure, so I pressed on in, filling my mouth and nose with his musk as I probed my way up into him with my tongue, opening the big dude up as well as I knew how. I might not have had the length of experience Tommy had with sex, but what history I did have was very full, and I’d quickly found this was one of my favorite things to do. More than a few of my buds on the soccer team had discovered this talent of mine, and now that I was in college, I was really honing my craft.

I could tell how well I was doing by the way Tommy clapped his big, strong hand on the back of my head and pulled me in deeper, even as he pushed his big, sexy ass up and out and back onto my face, itching for more, hungry for me to go deeper, and I sure as shit did my best. I finally took a chance and reached between his big thighs to take hold of his cock. It was huge and hard and dripping juices in my fist as I gave it a slow corkscrew stroke, while my tongue zeroed in on his prostate and went to town.

“Fuck, Alex,” he moaned, and I was so thrilled to hear him call me that for the first time ever that I doubled down on him, making him juice my stroking fist even more as I licked stripes and circles on the thin membrane that stretched tight over his throbbing nut, deep inside of him.

“Fuck, no, don’t make me cum yet, kid,” he moaned, finally reaching back to pull my head out of his ass as he sagged forward on the back of the sofa, panting and sweating, finally looking over his shoulder at me with a stunned, heated look on his sexy, dark-stubbled face.

I needed a minute. I hauled my ass off the sofa and went to take a leak, my brain roiling with the stoned intensity of everything so far. I looked at myself in the mirror as I tried to get my steel-hard cock to go down enough to let me piss. Staring at myself in stoned wonder. Me, like the polar opposite of Tommy, with just a faint little scruff of blond hair on my tight pecs. My leaner, more defined body. My chin all glazed with spit from munching on his ass for the past ten, fifteen minutes. Thinking of how deeply he’d moaned, and twitched, and quivered, and pulled my hungry, munching face deeper into his epic muscle ass.

Shit, I guess I’d always kind of wanted his approval, to have the kind of closeness I imagined brothers did. I was an only child, and pretty jealous of all my buds who had big brothers – even the ones who were pricks. Tommy wasn’t really a prick, just older, and a little standoffish. Different from me. We just didn’t know each other real well, that’s all. I guess we were really getting to know each other now, though. The taste of his musky man ass on my tongue confirmed that, for sure. Just like the glaze of his precum on the fist I’d used to stroke his big, fat dick with. I licked the salty, mineral funk of it off my palm as I pissed, and that got me to thinking about his cock, all big and thick and steely like the rest of his big bod. How it would feel to slide down on that fucker, have it filling me up. I was mostly a top, and I loved to fuck ass nearly as much as I loved to eat it. But Tommy was one of those dudes who got me tingling inside in that certain way. I doubted he’d be a bottom. But I was pretty damn sure he’d be one hell of a top. I was even more sure that I’d like to find out. Probably not tonight, but who knew – some day…

I was still chuckling to myself at that when I came out, so I wasn’t prepared for him to get up so close to me like he did, all big and muscled and sweaty, giving me that deep, curious stare he’d given me the day we first met and were sizing each other up. Backing me slowly up against the wall as he looked deep into my eyes, like he was trying to read my mind. I found my hands reaching up to rest on his big, furry pecs, and then squeezing them, just as thick, beefy and steely as his glutes were. As all of him was. Half like I was protecting myself from his big, looming, almost-a-stranger form. But more than that, because I wanted to feel more of him. Those big muscles all coated with warm dark fur were so inviting. They were made to be touched. If he’d let me do something as intimate as suck on his asshole and slow-fuck his tight hole with my tongue, surely he’d be cool with me touching the rest of him…

Tommy surprised me, though. He looked from my face down my body, over my tight pecs, my abs, down past the half-hard bob of my cock, then back up again. Slowly, like he was really seeing me for the first time, which I guess he was, like this anyway. And then he reached down, all tentative, and laid his big hand on the center of my chest, right on my little thatch of hair there, pressing his palm flat to my skin. Then, real slowly, moving it, across my chest, then down to my stomach, then back up again. Exploring me like a dude does to another dude for the first time. Curious, unsure, but wanting more. I remembered how that had felt. I’d always known what I wanted, and had started going after it just before Tommy showed up in our lives.

“You’re so… tight,” he said, his voice low and husky.

“You like?” I asked. I’d taken my hands off his chest and let them hang beside me, not wanting to spook him while he stepped over this line. Now I reached up and set them on his hips, giving them a light squeeze to let him know this was okay. Very okay.

“It’s… I dunno… different,” he said, looking down at his hands stroking over my body. At the rapid rise of my cock again. “You got… a good body, I guess, kid.”

“Thanks… bro,” I smirked at his clumsy compliment, and when I called him that, his eyes met mine with surprise. But he liked it, I could tell. I slipped my hands around to cup that epic ass of his, the one I’d just spent a good quarter-hour with my tongue buried inside, and squeezed his thick cheeks. He grunted and flexed them for me, and I felt my cock bounce. I knew he could feel that, because his bounced too, right against mine.

“You got an amazing bod, Tommy,” I went on. “I loved doing what we just did.”

“But there’s… more, right?” he asked.

“If you want to, yeah, there sure is,” I said. He gave me that intent, curious look again.

“Yeah… I want to… little bro,” he said, and then real quick, like he wanted to do it before he chickened out, he leaned in and kissed me.

I knew he could probably taste his own musky funk on my lips, and the kiss was a quick, experimental, clumsy peck at first, but I knew how that went too. Chris had been like that the first time. So I put one hand on the back of his thick neck, kind of keeping him there, and I kissed him back. He didn’t try to pull away, and started to work with me, and after a few seconds of figuring each other’s lips out, we were in business. He grunted low and deep into my mouth when our tongues touched the first time, and then it was on. He snaked his thick arms round me and pulled me tight to his big body as he started to explore my mouth, and let me explore his right back. Fuck. It was hungry, wet, deep, and maybe the best kiss I’d ever had. Not just because Tommy was a great kisser, but because it was Tommy, my weird crush object, the guy I’d most wanted to do this with, and figured I’d never get the chance to. But here we were. Deep in it. And it felt like my big brother was loving this as much as I was. Maybe even more.

We wound up back on the old couch, Tommy looming over me like a mountain of flesh and muscle and fur, his big, long tongue snaking down my throat, practically, as our bodies rocked together. I could feel that big thick cock of his, throbbing and leaking as he thrust it against mine. Amazing. I mean, I guess he was a straight guy, but the way he flexed those big chunky glutes up for my hands, the way he frotted up against me, all that told me that he was at least one of those curious straight dudes. The best kind, right?

“I hear it’s… super tight,” he said all huskily when our mouths finally detached, staring at me with a mix of confusion and lust and awe. “Y’know… ass. Never done that. Chicks don’t seem to love it.”

I felt my heart thump double-time. Like I said, I’m mainly a top, but I ain’t cherry, either. Yeah, Tommy was big, real big… but I was high, and relaxed, and I had a good idea what I was doing. Suddenly that was all I could possibly want, ever, for the rest of my life. To have my big brother thrust his big straight-dude cock up inside of me like that, even just the once.

“You want to try it, bro?” I asked.

“You’d be up for that?” he said, looking all concerned, but eager too. “I’m not, like… too big for you?”

I chuckled, shook my head, squeezed his ass again as I thrust my superhard cock against his.

“I can manage, dude,” I said. “With lube. And with a couple conditions.”

“Tell me,” he said, that edge of desperation in his voice as he thrust back against me.

“Kiss me when you do it,” I murmured as I curled up to his lips. “And stop calling me ‘Alexander’. I’m Alex. Your little brother. Treat me like one.”

“Half-brother,” he said with a little mischief in his smile.

“Doesn’t matter,” I said determinedly. “We’re brothers, dude. From another mother, sure, but still. Be my big brother. I never had one – never knew I had one, anyway. But I do, and you got a little brother too, and this is how it could be with us. So let’s be brothers, huh Tommy?”

“Okay, little brother,” he said, and I felt my insides get all shivery at that. A stupid smile on my face. “So, where’s your lube?”

The look on his face as he leaned back on the couch, huge thighs spread, cock towering in the air as I slicked it up, my hands savoring the thick, veiny heat of it, was sexy as fuck. He hit the bowl again as I got him all glossy with lube, his pubes soaked with the excess, and I watched him watch me as I reached under myself to finger a dollop of the stuff up inside me, painting my tight ring with it. It had been a minute, but I knew I was up for this. It was the chance of a lifetime. We were on the verge of something here – not just his big cock up my ass, more than that. On the verge of really being brothers. I’d do whatever it took to get us there.

He suddenly looked a little nervous as I climbed up on the sofa, straddling him. Nervous like he was gonna exhale that lungful of smoke and say something to back out of this. So I took his cock in one hand, his big shoulder in the other, and guided him to my hole as I lowered myself down on him, moving smooth and quick. You had to be like that with straight dudes sometimes, because they could spook easily. When it looked like he was gonna open his mouth to speak, I leaned in, pressed my lips to his, and basically inhaled the smoke he was about to push out, sucking it into my lungs as I played my tongue over his, and felt him kiss me back. While he was distracted, I tried to relax and loosen up, as I felt his hot, wet, throbbing tip all spongy at my hole. Then I bore down and opened up, and with a grunt and a stretch and a sharp, but brief jag of pain, my big bro was sliding up into me.

“Awwwww fuckkkkkkk,” Tommy hissed as he filled me up – or more accurately, as I filled myself up with him. His cock felt endless, too long, too wide, too fucking big, but I was taking him, all of him, even as beads of sweat popped out on my forehead. His big hands gripped the muscles of my thighs almost painfully as I rode down his length, and then I was sitting in his lap, stuffed full of seven thick inches of man dick – big bro dick – and already, the feeling was slipping over from stretchy discomfort to pleasant fullness, with the glow of real pleasure coming along right behind that. Like every time I did this, I wondered why I didn’t do it more often. Maybe I would be, from now on. Maybe this was gonna be how me and my long-lost half-brother finally became real bros. Fuck yeah, I could be down with that.

His big hands found my hips as I started to lift up and then slide back down, working myself on him. They squeezed and started to guide me a little, as I impaled myself on him, and he stared up at me with hungry, lusty, stoned awe the whole time. When I leaned in to kiss him, he met my tongue eagerly, growling into my mouth as I fucked myself on him – fucked him, really, when I thought about it – and I could feel him starting to hunch up to meet my ass on the downstroke, starting to get into the rhythm of it, finding that old instinct encoded in every man’s DNA, deep down. My cock had gone a little soft as I dealt with him pushing up inside of me, but now it was back to full, dripping hardness, arced up hard as his big cock grazed, then battered my prostate. As he found new depths inside of me, then pushed on through them, making me feel like his cock was my core now, throbbing and thrusting and heating up my insides. I slipped my arms round his neck and kissed him even deeper as we rode together, and it was fucking bliss.

When it came, my orgasm surprised me. Like a sudden flood, like a tsunami, partly aided by all the pot, but mainly from the intensity of everything we were doing. That we were fucking at all, two estranged half-brothers becoming one like we were. The way his eyes locked onto mine and bored deep, like his cock was doing to my insides. Forging the connection I’d always wanted, and needed, and never expected to have with him. Way above and beyond anything else I’d ever experienced with another dude. Blasting all my horny teenaged fantasies about him out of the water, replacing them with this incredible, intense new reality. All that, plus his big cock coring me out, triggered me off.

“Fuck, Tommy, I’m gonna -” I choked out, and he just grinned and nodded.

“Yeah, do it, little brother,” he grunted, grabbing my hips tighter and fucking up into me more intently. “Do it, Alex. Shoot your nut… baby bro.”

Well fuck, that was more than enough to trip my trigger. All the physical stuff aside, that was all I’d ever wanted, to hear those words from him. To finally be recognized for who I was. Who I could be, to him. I half-squealed, half-moaned, making choked noises as my cock jerked all on its own and started to fire, thick splats of my cum spurting up between us, landing on his big, furry, sweaty man pecs, his grunts joining mine in a lusty soundtrack as he fucked me harder, clutching my sweating, heaving chest close to him, sandwiching my still-spurting cock between us as it shot its last. And then, it was Tommy’s turn.

“Fuck yeah, Alex,” he moaned, eyes locking onto mine with even more intensity. “Gonna nut in you, bro. Fucking here it comes…”

He grunted, teeth gritted, then growled, clutching me even tighter, and damn but I wish I could have felt the spurts and shots of thick, hot cum I knew were pasting my insides. His big muscles popped all over, beaded with sweat beneath the dark fur, and when he pulled me in to kiss me with ferocious hunger, there was no way I was gonna resist.

I could still feel him throbbing inside of me a few minutes later, as our kiss started to wind down. Shifting from the fierce intensity of our cum, into post-orgasmic easiness. I smiled at him when we parted, his big paw coming up to push a sweaty lock of hair off my forehead with surprising tenderness, and when he smiled back, it was really the first time I’d seen him do it so openly and warmly. My heart kind of throbbed for him, and I knew I was done for. I was full-blown in love with this big fucker. My big brother, at last.

I could tell he was wanting to say something, and when I reached up to kind of cup the side of his face, swiping away a trickle of sweat with my thumb, he turned his face in towards my palm and kissed it, surprising me again. Reached up to tentatively stroke the side of my face too. Tentative, but even more endearing because of it.

“I, uh…” he started, looking up at me, frowning a little. Like he was seeing me for the first time. “I guess I… fuck…”

He pushed out a determined breath, his thumb tracing over my lips gently.

“Fuck it. I love you, Alex. Little bro. There. I said it. You happy?”

He tried to look exasperated, but he was grinning too, even wider as I grinned back at him. I leaned back in and kissed him, slow and sweet, and we got into that for another few minutes.

“Fuck yeah, big bro,” I grinned. “You happy? Did I answer all your questions?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled softly. “I guess you did. Well… not all of them, maybe…”

“Oh really?” I said. His hand moved down, kind of tentative, and took hold of my sticky, rubbery, half-hard cock.

“What I heard last night, little bro, you and your dude…” he said hesitantly. Like he didn’t know how to say what he wanted to. “Sounds like he really enjoyed you, uh… y’know… fucking him, dude.”

My cock tingled at that. Even more at the kind of shy smile he gave me. The blush on his handsome, sweaty, stubbly face. No way. He couldn’t possibly… holy fuck…

“I mean… does it hurt?” he asked almost shyly. My smile widened.

“Depends, man… it helps to get eaten out real well first,” I said, giving my hips a subtle rock, feeling him stirring inside of me again. “And if you hit the bowl again first…”

“So maybe we should pack another one, huh little bro?” he said, that shy smile spreading into a slow, eager grin.

“Yeah, maybe we should, big bro,” I grinned back. “And let’s see what happens, huh?”

The End

(Copyright A4F Tales 2021)

Fifth Eclogue : The Mincio

When the heatwave crushes the countryside, the cattle seek the freshness of the shadows at the edge of the water. Sliding in its fast swells, the Mincio enjoys the spectacle that adorns its shores. For where there is a herd, there is a shepherd. The river abandons without regrets the shepherdesses to his brothers, he prefers the herdsmen, bronzed chest, muscular thighs, and short tunic. Here is one, very young, who advances in the middle of his sheep. By this heat, not even a tunic, just a loincloth, so narrow that the fabric enters him in the crack of the buttocks. On the other side, the well-filled pocket lets guess a piece of choice if it is at rest. Rather small but with a wide hairless chest, a face all round, and legs with powerful thighs. Let him enter his liquid domain and the god captures him. Already the flow is agitated and troubled by a fine foam. But the flock watered, the shepherd has gone away and the Mincio calms its ardors and its waters.

Further away no tree brings shadow and the banks under the heat of the sun are deserted. Solitary, a man, leaning on his cowherd’s pike, seems to examine the course of the river. Tall with a virile face, very brown, a little beard, he is dressed in a coat, tight at the waist, wide open on a chest whose black rug fails to hide the strong musculature. The Mincio throw a glance of envy, a spray of water wet the feet of the cowherd. Has the man seen in the waves the divine figure? He returns to the agitated wave a broad smile and, undoing his belt, rejects behind the shoulder the pan of the coat. The unveiled package is imposing and the water is bubbling. Side stack, side face, the man turns around and shows a curvy ass. Leaning forward he spreads his hairy buttocks to hide nothing of his privacy. As he returns from the front, the heavy dick is raised in the palm of his hand, spray splash to the knees. The cowherd jerk off bluntly and several spurts of cum are lost in the foam that disturbs the waters. The Mincio has a hard time preventing its floods from overflowing, on pain of renewing the perils of the other day.

He had discovered a shepherd sleeping naked in the shade of a willow not far from his shore. A burst of splash was enough to wake him up. Straightening on one elbow, he showed a colossus physique. A jet of water had sprinkled him but the man had just smiled, stroking between the thighs and had him lengthened. The Mincio could not resist, he had spread all around the body solidly built. As soon as the divine form appeared beside him, the shepherd closed his eyes and spread his legs a little more. Leaning down, the god discovered a piece of the proportions of the rest. Between his fingers, the tool stiffened and reached a prodigious size. His hands clasped around, the shaft still allowed to pass the head that alone was enough to fill his mouth. His tongue had polished all the outlines and, excited by pressing grunts, he had managed to swallow part of the colossal tail and began to suck, flooding with the saliva rolling belly of the shepherd. His fervor was such that the affair was not long. one last shout, the strong grip of the colossus blocked his head between her thighs, pushing the boner down to the back of his throat and Mincio felt in his mouth the almost sweet taste of cum. The god had not had time to linger, because its waves raged with a fury of a thaw in spring, ready to carry everything in their passage.

The river has managed to calm down, the cowherd has tightened his belt and continues his way up the bank. If he had had the idea of bathing, the Mincio would have dragged him to the bottom of his bed, where he can give in to pleasure without disturbing his waves. But the god must again make a huge effort to control his emotion. The young shepherd in a tight loincloth is again at the edge of the water, without his flock. The Mincio would not have hoped for what will happen yet. The two men know each other and exchange a salute. The cowherd speaks first:

– Mopsus, since we’ve met and we’re both skilled,
you at breathing through thin pipes, I at singing verses,
why not sit here amongst this mix of elms and hazels?
Mopsus the young shepherd gets closer until his thigh brush against the folds of the cowherd’s coat.

– You’re the elder, Menalcas: it’s right for me to obey you,
whether we walk beneath the shade, stirred by the breeze,
or enter the cave instead. See, how the wild vine,
with its wandering shoots, has spread about the cave.
Menalcas replied, stroking with his strong hand the chest to the loincloth that could give way as he was swollen.

– Only Amyntas can compete with you among our hills.

– Why, is he also trying his utmost to defeat Priapus ?
The young shepherd has pressed against Menalcas and by the opening of the coat flatters the fleece of his chest.

– Go for the cave, we’ll be cooler. ” the cowherd decides.

Struggling to keep calm, the Mincio has the opportunity to bring them to him. To enter the cave they have to pass a rock overhanging its waters and when the two men climb, a powerful wave comes to spray them. They glide over the wet stone and, dragged away by a whirlpool, end up on the bottom of the river on a thick carpet of moss. Above them, the fast waves bathe this lair with changing light.

Stunned, the two shepherds see emerge from this liquid ceiling a man of mature age but solidly built. Long black hair with blue and green shine sweeps her shoulders. All his body is dripping with big drops. But the eyes of the two men quickly stare at the powerful erection that adorns the belly of Mincio. The astonishment lasts only a moment. They get back on their feet, loincloth and coat fall. Released Mopsus’s cock slams stiff against her belly. Except for the sleeping beauty of the other day, the god has never tasted such a piece. He falls on his knees and his tongue takes possession, from balls to the head. Firmly gripping the hips of the shepherd, he put to his lips the thick branch and began to suck vigorously. Menalcas does not be left on his own. Leaning forward Mincio exhibits all the roundness of his ass. The cowherd slips a still hesitant hand, the wet skin is supple and smooth. Getting bolder he leans over and puts on his lips. Mouth full, Mincio responds by spreading her thighs. A wide-furrow opens between the buttocks, without hair, and in the center, a ring already throbbing. Menalcas kneels behind the god, nibbles the generous flesh, drinking the trickling streams of water, then his face disappears between the stuffed hillocks. His tongue goes down the furrow from the lower back to the corolla and sinks into the wet pit, which wide open effortlessly welcomes assaults deeper and deeper. Menalcas’s hands have slipped from the hips on the belly and meet a very hard dick. Without leaving the enormous cudgel that he devours, Mincio camber a little more the hips, the tongue of the cowherd descends lower in the crack and clashes with beautiful balls covered with dark hairs disgusting fine pearls of water. His hands bring back in extension the divine tail, which he can suck in his turn, the nose stuffed with the most intimate of the buttocks.

For his part, Mopsus can’t do anymore. Fingers clenched in the long hair of the god, he grows deep grunts. His cock is so swollen that Mincio can not even swallow half, but he still sucks with the same fierce ardor. Mopsus manages to articulate: “If you continue, I will explode!” The god stops immediately, pushes back and, spreading his ass wide with his hands, impaled himself in a single stroke on the column of congested flesh. In a long roar of pleasure, he swallows it whole. The offering suits him perfectly. Menalcas on his knees remains miffed. He had prepared the altar, he hoped to celebrate the sacrifice too. But in front of him stands the tail of the god, dripping with water, a tribute of choice also. With a bit of saliva and two fingers to prepare the hole, Menalcas turns over and stood firm on his legs apart he slowly slides the divine dart in his ass. At first, a flash of pain, when the head forces the passage, but the god knows how to use his attribute and it is very softly that it disappears in the tender flesh. Menalcas is not a novice on this side either.

After the surprise of Mincio riding his stake, Mopsus has regained control of his enjoyment and he screws methodically the divine ass. Following the impulse Mincio stuff Menalcas on the same rhythm. Its central place is really worthy of a god. Mopsus’s huge club slipped into a sheath at his size, rarely had he found such a welcoming hole. His dick sinks in all its length and his tense belly hits the contracted buttocks of Mincio. The pleasure is amazing. Standing on his legs, he smashes the innards of the river with redoubled blows, Mincio roars unchained, the water dripping with all his body, scattering droplets at each of his movements. The three men are soaked. Menalcas has no more regrets, the divine scepter just fills his ass and rubs against her flesh. Mincio’s hands closed on his cock and wanked him energetically.

Mopsus and Menalcas barely stand on the legs, the rattle of one responds a cry of the other. A huge spurt of cum gushes out of the cowherd’s tail and crashes away on the moss while intense bursts flood Mincio’s ass. The two men collapse on the ground. A waterfall discharge from Mincio’s springs and by continuous jet covers with forth the two lying bodies, before joining them on the moss. Tempting to catch their breath, they embrace each other closely and exchange two or three long kisses.

Twice a distant call is heard in the rustling silence of the waves above them.
– It must be Amyntas, murmured Mopsus, I was expecting it just now.
– The one who boasts of competing with Priapus? Mincio reacts immediately.
– And it’s not that boasting! says Menalcas.

With a jump, the Mincio has found again his liquid element, and it is a new shock that awaits him. Amyntas is none other than his colossus two days ago. He is standing on the overhanging rock, calling Mopsus. A thin tunic barely covers his muscular forms and, above all, too short, hides practically nothing of his prodigious equipment. A jet of water and the rival of Priapus is precipitated in turn on the carpet of moss. The river checks that calm always reigns on the surface of its waters and disappears in the depths of its domain. Not at all surprised, Amyntas has already left his tunic and reconnected with his two friends. Mincio throws himself into the fray.

Chapter XIII

There was an upheaval of rogue vampires in Canada. The systems of fortifications were under the permafrost in the tundra. Our mission was to get into the facility, place charges throughout and leave. We needed more warriors to teleport the charges and place them. Jeff was going to set off the charges in one blast. There were 10 vampire warriors in the force who could teleport. Them in addition to our 4 and the two fairies were going to bring the charges into the compound. The other 10 vampires could only transport one other warrior with them since they weren’t hybrid.

We each had 200 pounds of explosives when we arrived. The charges had to be placed precisely and we had to all leave prior to Jeff’s actions. We were leaving from force headquarters. Fifty warriors in total teleported at once. When we arrived the alarms of the fortress went off. Pandemonium ensued. Hundreds of rogues emerged into the halls. We were placing our charges while fighting off the vampires. We had timed our arrival and exit to the second. As the charges were being placed. Warriors were fighting off rogues. Bodies were flying and time was running fast. The charges were being placed under invisibility whenever possible. The charges were set and the warriors teleported out. Jeff was prepared for setting off the explosives and Jeff, Anton and Brad went through a portal to a designated point in the tundra. Jeff brought his diamond and the moonstone. Everything was fully charged, and Jeff used the power to set off the charges.

There appeared a large sinkhole in the tundra. The satellites picked up the enormous sink hole. There was much speculation about the origin of the impression in the tundra. Global warming was the scientific consensus about its origin. News reporters called for more stringent controls on hydrocarbon emissions to prevent more sinkholes.

We arrived back at base. Many injuries were sustained by the force in total. Sunny even lost an arm in the attack. It will take a few weeks for his body to restore his arm, since the arm was left in the demolished fortress. I asked Sunny if he wanted to go to his guest house to recover. He said he would rather go to the castle.

We arrived at Toff’s castle apartments and spent a week in bed. Sig’s blood shared with mine would speed up my healing. The sex was also a benefit. We had a young Croatian wolf as a housekeeper. He was Luka. He was tall dark and handsome. Luka spoke English with a heavy accent.

Luka had prepared a meal for us and we ate it in our room. The food was mostly fruit and cheese with bread and wine. Sig and I didn’t worry about dressing while in the apartments. Luka wore a customary suit while working. Luka lived in the apartment year-round. He served and cleaned and had help when needed. When we were gone, he mostly had the rooms to himself.

I miss my Niko. I told the visitors I would get a local to help cook while they were here. Niko returned and prepared the food and helped around the apartments while the guests were here. I had turned Niko after we fell in love. My family cut me off from them when they found out about Niko. I have worked for Toff since Boris left to work in America for Mistress Carlotta. Niko arrived and we went to our room. It had been a week since we were together. Niko was a silver wolf with gray eyes in wolf form. His silver eyes made my heart melt. I carefully befriended him, and our relationship grew over time.

Luka is my everything. This week apart has been unbearable. I told him the guests wouldn’t mind our being together, but he said it wasn’t right. He hadn’t gotten permission to hire other help except when guests were present. Also, he wasn’t given permission to have guests. Permission or not I needed his dick. My body and mind had been aching for Luka. He introduced me to the two naked men in the master suite and we went to our room.

I stripped once we got into the servant’s area and Luka was right with me. I jumped onto the bed and Luka dove on top of me. Our kiss was hard and long, not unlike our dicks. I wrapped my legs up around Luka as he shoved into my opening. Our kiss never broke. His tongue probed my mouth and his clean shaved chin rubbed against my stubble. His wolf dick was fully engorged and each thrust hit all of my hot spots. I shot between our hairy bodies as he kept on shoving in and out. My body was nearing its third apex when Luka released into me. I shot in unison with Luka, and we fell asleep together.

Sunny was wanting steak for dinner and I didn’t know what Niko had planned. I headed to the kitchen and no one was there. I went through a door into a hall and saw clothes spread along the hall to an open door. I walked up and saw Luka on top of Niko. They were asleep. I returned to the kitchen and left a note asking for steak for dinner.

Luka served our steak dinner a little late. He told us Niko had brought fish for dinner and had to get steaks. Now that Niko was cooking, we could order dinner by 2 and the menu will be prepared.

The steaks were perfect, and the beet and onion salad tasted wonderful. Noodles and mushrooms were served with goat cheese. We ate and topped our meal with Rozata pudding.

Niko knew how to cook. My arm was regrowing, and the flesh was nearly formed. The bones still needed to form. The process was painful, and I needed blood and food for the regrowth. Sig had Toff teleport blood supplies in.

The master was here. Toff hadn’t met Niko and I introduced him. Toff kept looking at Niko and asked him his family name. We told him Subic.

Matej Subic was my best friend. His family had higher station than ours, but we were allowed to be educated and trained in fighting together. Matej and I were teenagers when the Ottoman’s took me. Niko is like seeing my old friend again. I invited Niko and Luka to join me for wine in the parlor. They were nervous about what I was going to say, and I set them at ease. I told them about Matej and my friendship. How we would train and play. We would swim in a cove after training. I remembered wrestling in the water trying to dunk each other under. Then laying on the sand letting the sun dry our naked bodies. My first kiss was Matej. We had been wrestling in the sand and I let Matej win. He laid on top of me and said I win and kissed me. It was a brotherly kiss to celebrate his triumph. We slept in the same bed. Our nude bodies on top of the covers in the hot summer nights. We would pleasure ourselves together. I could see his hand pulling up and down on his long rod. This sent me to ecstasy and for years to come my fantasy was of his dick beside me. Once Matej licked his seed from his hand. I reached over and scooped some from his chest and placed it in my mouth. We would wash from pitchers and place our light clothes and sandals on for training. Our day was regimented until 2 pm. We were free from 2 until 8 pm for dinner. We would grab fruit or bread and cheese and relax by swimming or wrestling and practicing with our wasters. Not long after that summer I was taken and never saw Matej again. His mother was from Hungry and he went there with her during the war with the Turks.

Niko reminded me of what might have been. Seeing Luka had turned Niko, made me think what if I would have turned Matej. Niko told me his father’s family was from Hungry.

I was in the hot tub, reminiscing about times gone by. My dick grew and I was gently massaging it. Niko and Luka entered and stopped. I told them to come on and they got into the bubbling tub. Niko’s naked body was so much like Matej’s. The pattern of hair along his chest and the long dark line up spreading across his stomach. His long dark curly hair shined in the lamplight so much like his ancestor. I excused myself to let them have privacy and left the tub to the two young wolves.

I was asleep when Niko got into my bed. I awoke and saw Niko but smelled Matej. Niko spoke to me but the voice was Matej’s. He said he had searched for me but discovered my family was massacred by the Turks. He married and had children but his love for me never died. Niko was his many-great grandson, and he possessed his family to seek out his friend.

I kissed Niko and tasted Matej. The familiar penis was rising against my leg. I told him of my longing for him and not going through with it. He said he was the same. He thought of me during sex for the rest of his life. I held my long-lost love and rolled him under me. I explored his body with my mouth and hands. I felt the definition of his muscles under the dark hair on his body. I smelled his scent. His body felt so right in my arms. I tasted his ass. It was better than my fantasies and he allowed me to push my tongue deeply into his opening. I had to finally consummate our long relationship. My dick slid inside Matej. It felt at home in his chute. I felt like I couldn’t last, but I held on. The feeling of his body against mine and his dick pressed against my stomach seemed so right.

I have my shadow inside me. I longed for him to kiss me in the night. As we would pleasure ourselves in our shared bed, I wanted his hand on my dick and mine on his. Our only kiss was chaste. The taste was never forgotten. I am finally tasting his mouth again. He is a great warrior and is taking me like a man would. I am in my progeny experiencing the pleasure I have needed for nearly 500 years. I feel his body smell his scent hear his love sounds. His pleasure being my pleasure. I felt his body tense and knew his release was imminent. My body shot out and my ass was contracting and Christoff shoved into my depth and his pole shot off. He pulled out and took my softening member into his mouth.

That taste. It is just as I remembered. I could feel Matej’s dick grow in my mouth. I pulled on his hairy balls as my tongue brought his member to full arousal. I told him I wanted him, and he moved his head down to my hole. He licked my opening and I told him to fill me. He quickly slipped his dick into my waiting hole. He was rough and hard. He was mirroring the motions of my hand on my dick as a youth. I couldn’t control myself and shot my load at his pressure on my prostate. He kept on and as I was reaching another climax, he shot into me. We fell asleep on top of the covers in the heat just like we had 5 centuries ago.

Breakfast is ready where could Toff be. I went into his room and slapped his bare ass and told him to wake up. He turned toward me, and I saw massive quantities of semen dried on his body hair. I told him breakfast was ready.

I turned toward Sig and told him I would be right there. He said I may want to shower first. I looked down at my stomach and felt the hardened cum stuck in my hair. Matej or Niko was gone. I got up and showered. I pulled on shorts and went for breakfast. Everyone was in the dining room eating. I grabbed coffee and grunted morn-in to the gathered men. Niko and Luka were eating and feeding each other like little girls. I ate my breakfast and went back to my room. I only had a few hours of sleep and my bed was covered with dried cum. I was changing the sheets when Luka came in and helped. I asked him how he was doing. He told me he was tired. He said Niko and he were up nearly all night, uh, playing video games. I told him to take the rest of the day off and get some rest. He said they were wanting to go to the beach, and I told him to go. I heard Sig and Sunny return to their room and got into my freshly made bed. Matej woke me up around noon. He was licking my balls and jacking my dick. I felt him lift my leg and he slid his tongue into my ass. His stubble rubbed against my tender skin making my need escalate. My hole was tingling from his tongue action and the scratching of his rough chin against my cheeks took my breath. He slid a finger into my opening and sought my pleasure button. His mouth slid up and engulfed my dick while his fingers massaged my prostate. I was going to blast into his mouth. I started shooting and he increased pressure and pleasure I kept on shooting as he massaged my prostate. I finally stopped shooting, but my body kept on with an orgasm. He finally pulled his finger from my ass. I was shuddering and quaking as he took my dick out of his mouth.

I awoke to Sig in the hall. I got up with cum all over my body. I showered and placed shorts on and went into the parlor. Sig got me a beer. He said Luka and Niko were going to be gone for lunch and would return for dinner. I looked at him and said: “but.”

A ghost. I am fucking a ghost. It isn’t that much weirder than fucking a possessed grandson of a ghost, is it.

The commander gave Toff and me a recruiting mission while in Croatia. Mateo Subic lived in a small village nearby. Toff and I went to speak to Mateo and evaluate his potential as a force warrior. Mateo looked a lot like Niko. They must be related. He spoke little English and Toff did most of the talking.

Matej is here. He calls himself Mateo but I know it is him. We talk in Croatian and he said Niko was his uncle’s son. He kept looking at me like he was going to eat me. He was probably 45 and had light flecks in his dark curly hair. His skin was bronzed and weathered from hard work farming. We invited him back to the apartment and he said he was done with work for the day. We told him our car was around front. Sig took over his thoughts and I teleported us to the parlor of the apartment. Mateo seemed confused as I handed him a beer but accepted it.

This isn’t an apartment it is a palace. I never have been inside such an opulent space. One painting alone, would be worth more than I make in a lifetime.

Toff is a hot man and seems familiar. His Croatian is formal and old fashioned. A local boy Luka came in with a tray of food and I spoke to him. Luka motioned for me not to speak to him, and Toff said it was ok. I asked about Niko and Luka said he was working here. Toff told me he had a job that paid well. I barely get by with farming and only have distant family. Niko and I talked about family and losses when we ate. After we ate, I let everyone know I was tired. Toff invited me to soak in the hot tub. I said it sounded great. We got into the hot tub and let the bubbles cover our bodies. The beer was cool and tasted good.

Mateo was Matej the hair pattern and muscles matched Matej. He even smelled like him as we got into the warm bubbles. Niko and Luka came in and asked if they could join. They got in and sat across from Mateo and me. Luka was nuzzling Niko’s neck and whispering in his ear. Mateo looked at me and said young love. I smiled and said I can’t remember being that young. He said he did, and he was much older than I am. I placed a hand on his shoulder and said you wish.

What is this. Toff is touching me, and my body is reacting like he is giving me a lap dance. This young hunk couldn’t be interested in an older man like me. I feel a connection like never before. I have had dreams all of my life of a young man who looks like a younger Toff. How we played in the water and slept together sometimes jacking our dicks and bathing in the morning. I longed for this young man in my dreams. Now here he was. My dick was hard in the tub and Toff reached over and put his hand on my thigh. We talked and he kept touching me. I was so excited I couldn’t stand it. Niko and Luka said they were heading for bed and we said good night. After they left Toff reached my dick and started pumping it with his fist. I looked at him and he leaned in and kissed me. The taste of his kiss was the same as in my dreams. He made love to my mouth with his. He wasn’t just exploring he was kissing me with familiarity. I remembered kissing my dream man and wishing he would kiss me this way. Toff stood and picked me up as if I weighed nothing. He took me to a room dripping water as we went.

Mateo is going to be mine. I got him into my bed. We were wet and the bed was messed but I needed him. I laid on top of his prone body. Our kiss briefly paused as I got on top of him. We continued kissing and he was reacting to my pressure and probing by his own. I finally broke our kiss. I lowered my mouth to his ample hairy chest. He was a little soft and he had padding under his darkened skin. My mouth circled his dark nipple and areola biting and sucking it into my mouth. His breath was hissing from my mouth’s action. I switched to the other nipple and squeezed his wet nipple while a sucked the next. My hand traced down his belly tracing the hair down to his massive bush. I reached around his pole and grabbed his low hanging balls. I massaged them between my hand and fingers still sucking on his chest and playing with the other. His breath was quaking, and I moved my mouth down to his belly button. My cheeks were rubbing his dick as I was licking and probing his button. I felt the moisture from his dick coating my cheek. I longed to taste the clear liquid. but I wanted to take my time. I lifted my mouth and sucked one of his big orbs into my mouth. As I pulled the hairy orb into my mouth, I heard him hiss in release. I grabbed his erupting shaft and pulled with a long-remembered rhythm.

Toff was hitting all of my buttons just right. He treated my body exactly like I like it. His biting on my nipples and pinching them just hard enough brought me up to the top. His rough cheek scratching my sensitive glans made its syrup pour out. He even stuck his tongue into my hairy belly button. I lost it when he took my hairy ball into his mouth. Even his jacking on my shaft while I was coming was precisely as I enjoyed it. I shot way too soon. I needed more attention, and my still throbbing dick was not deflating. I felt Toff go down between my ass cheeks. He lapped the long hairs out of the way and stuck his tongue into my darkness. A finger passed his tongue, and he pushed my sweet spot with his finger. I was having trouble catching my breath as he was gently rubbing my prostate. His mouth traveled up my body licking to my balls and then his mouth engulfed my throbbing dick. His mouth took it all of the way down. He didn’t even slow down. He was strumming the underside of my dick while finger fucking my hole. I shot squirt after squirt.

The tangy tasty fluid shot onto my tongue. It tasted like the white liquid I tasted so very long ago. Every bit of his body smelled and tasted either like I remembered or as I imagined. I have no Idea how this happened. Mateo is Matej.

I can possess my progeny at will. I have searched for Christoff since my death. I invade my offspring’s bodies and even manipulate their seed, so my body is reborn every few generations. Mateo is my current clone. His body is prepared for my final life together with Christoff. He has all my thoughts and memories within him. The memories will surface as he grows to love my Christoff. We will share his body as I am incorporated within him. My uncle in Hungry was a necromancer. He infused my seed with eternal life. I fathered 6 boys over 400 years ago. Fourteen generations of males today, carry my seed. I am in all of them but now that I found Christoff I will focus on Mateo. I will have Christoff turn my grandson and I will experience life with him again through Mateo.

I need him inside me. I have dreamed of our wrestling and him ending on top of me and slipping into my young hole. My hole is now older and skilled in pleasuring a man. I am amazed Mateo is still hard after two loads. I straddled him with my muscular thighs. As I kissed him, I lowered my ass onto his pole. I dropped onto his length gloving it with my chute. I maintained pressure all the way down his shaft. He gasped as I lowered onto his dick. My mouth was applying suction on his tongue and I thought he might bite his tongue from the action. I raised and lowered on his dick filling my chute with exactly what I needed. I maintained steady pressure as he took over and started thrusting upward.

What is going on? My dick never fit so well into anyone. The uniform tightness and the sliding up and down of Toff’s ass on my dick is more than I can take. I need to empty my balls into him. I am starting to shove up and down into his body with a force and speed I didn’t know I could put out. I was afraid my dick would slip out, but somehow his hole would not let me pull back too much. He is starting to cum, and I see the first spurts come out of his glorious dick. I cum into him with a force I didn’t know I had. His dick and mine shot in unison. Every time my dick shot into him his shot onto me. When he finished I was drenched in white liquid. He licked the cream off my face and chin. I felt him licking my chest hair and even on my shoulders. I tried to pull out and I seem to be stuck.

The taste of Mateo mixed with my cum is wonderful. I licked as much of his body as I could reach. I reluctantly allowed him to remove his dick from my hole. I relaxed and felt him slip out. There was so much cum inside me I felt it run out with his dick. Then he pushed my legs up and is licking my hole clean. I hope he is enjoying the taste as much as I am enjoying his tongue.

Mateo agreed to join our team. He will be turned upon our return to base. We said goodbye to Niko and Luka and we teleported back to base.

I bit Mateo while we were having sex. This sealed his fate as a werewolf. Sig would turn him in a few weeks. As he trained, I could see his muscles were growing and his strength was increasing. He started looking younger and by the time he was ready for Sig to change him, he looked a good ten years younger. Mateo was insatiable in the bed. He wanted more and more of me. I found he enjoyed it rough. As he developed as a werewolf, he could take a wolf dick. My pounding into his tight hole was so intense. He trained his hole so my release was delayed. We kept up our pounding into the early morning hours. He would scratch my back leaving bloody raw gashes and would bite my neck with his wolf fangs as I released into his body. His body hair increased as he matured as a wolf. I am glad I am a hybrid and heal fast. I wouldn’t be able to walk with my dick as sore as it was when we completed a round of all night sex.

What a feeling! My body craves Toff like nothing before. I long for his release into me, but I enjoy his dick in my deepness even more. Our all-night long sex is rough. We bite and scratch like wolves. My wounds heal but not as fast as Toff’s. I can hardly wait until I become a hybrid so our sex can be even more intense. It took a while, but since I first could take his wolf dick I have wanted nothing else. I feel like a twenty-year old again, and I want to fuck like a teenager. Is it hormones, lust or love? I think it is all three. Deep down I feel I have known Toff all of my life. He was in my dreams even as a young man. The sex we have now is rougher, and there were no wolf enhancements, but Toff is the same. To have my dream man finally in my life is so fabulous. I want him every waking moment and don’t want to sleep for missing him. Training is great and I release some tension in my matches, but I am so ready for Toff when I finish. Toff has to force me to even eat.

Matty has become both Mateo and Matej. There is no line between them they are one. We talk about our lives as youths, and we talk about his life of farming in Croatia. Matty is a great name since it is a nick name for both men who are one.

Matty as we now call him has awoke from his transition and Toff is helping him in the shower. I am unsure how much cleaning will be accomplished. I remember my feelings for Sunny after his change and how we “cleaned” him after his transition.

Toff is holding me and nearly carrying me to the showers. I feel funk all over my body and know I need to clean my skin. I also feel Toff’s strong arm around my back and his hand pressing against my chest. His other hand is against my hip holding me close to him. His arm across my abdomen is being brushed by my erection jutting up against it. Each step we take rubs my hardness against his hairy muscular arm. Just before we stopped at the shower head, I shot off. My dick had a weeks-worth of presser and the hot white liquid spilled against his arm and up my stomach. Toff laughed and called me horndog. I apologized and said I couldn’t hold back. He turned on the water and we stepped under the hot flow. My dick never lost its hardness and as Toff scrubbed my body I ached more and more. I needed my insides taken care of. I told Toff of my needs and he shoved into my soap covered ass. I already felt a bond, and now we could communicate without talking. He felt what I felt and knew exactly where to place his dick for the maximum pleasure. He gently rubbed my pleasure spot at first. As my apex was approaching, he shifted and started giving me a hard fucking like I enjoy. His wolf dick flared inside me and he pounded in and out with a force like never before. I discovered vampire sex was intense. Toff kept up the pounding and bit down on my neck. He drew my blood into him as he shot his seed into my depths.

The taste of Matty’s hybrid blood flowing down my throat added intensity to my pounding. I couldn’t hold back any longer and we shot off in unison. My dick remained hard as I withdrew my fangs from is neck. I needn’t seal the flow he will heal. As he sealed his wound, I licked off the spilled blood. I ran my tongue up his shoulder to his closed wound. I turned Matty around facing me. I licked down to his hard chest and bit on his erect nipple. I chewed on his chest buds until they were red and swollen. I swapped between his nipples giving neither any more attention than the other. I trailed my tongue down his hairy body past his throbbing dick. My cheek brushed its length as I trailed down to his balls. I licked underneath his balls and between the orbs. I sucked one and then the other of his ripe plumbs into my mouth. My stubbled face was rubbing against his tender area just like he enjoyed. I bit the underside of his dick as I worked my way up to the tip. Nipping and licking my way up to the top. I stopped at the string connecting his shaft to his glans. My mouth sucked the area as my tongue strummed against the junction. I took his glans into my mouth and kept my tongue attack on his underside. My tongue licked up and probed his piss slit and then down to the pleasure string.

He was trying to kill me with pleasure. He did everything I wanted exactly as I needed. The only problem was he keeps on preventing my release. His ministrations on my sex brings me to the top and then he stops and goes on to another action. I long for another release and I finally am allowed to shoot onto his tongue.

The taste of his seed is the same as I tasted every time. It always brings me back to my youth and our shared bed. I savor in the feeling of his seed flowing down my throat. My sex explodes from the taste and I shoot all over Matty’s leg and foot. I pull off his dick and lift his foot to my mouth. I lick the cream from between his toes and run my tongue along the hair on top of his foot. His ankle has a glob pooled underneath and I lick that up and run my tongue up the slime trail the seed left on his hairy leg. As I run my tongue up his knee he laughs out as I tickle the hairs on his most tender spot. I see his dick reinflating and work my tongue up to beneath his balls. I stand and shove my ass against his turgid erection.

I shove in as Toff pushes against my dick. I hit bottom and go to town. My vampire fangs are not here yet, but my wolf fangs bite into Toff’s shoulder as I am pounding away at his hole. The taste of his blood flowing down my throat fills me with even more power. I can’t hold back much longer. I shoot my load into Toff as I am swallowing his blood. I feel Toff shoot again and I pull my fangs from his neck. I try to pull my softening dick from his hole, but he clamps down on my dick preventing my withdrawal from its nest.

I can’t let a single drop escape my body. I hold him tightly in my chute until I am sure my body absorbs all of Matty’s liquid. I reluctantly release his member and turn him around to enjoy his mouth. I kiss him tenderly and draw his lip into my mouth. I probe into his mouth with my tongue. Our kiss feels right being tender after such an intense session of sex. We share our love with the tenderness. I hold him in my arms and feel his love throughout my body. We finally release our kiss and embrace. I lift his wet body and sweep him to my room. The blood and medical equipment have been removed. The bed has been freshened and I take Matty over and place him on the bed. I see he is asleep and cover his prone body. I get into bed and spoon with him, as I fall asleep with him in my arms.

Epilogue

Sig and I have settled in for a life together. We are back in my guest house now. The business closed down over 20 years ago, but I have kept the building. We are enjoying the creature comforts of the old place. I have kept the facility in prime condition and have made improvements over the years. I did away with individual bathrooms and have toilet rooms in each room upstairs and converted the old garage into a spa with steam room, dry sauna and showers. I purchased more acers around the place and have a few acres of wilderness before you get to the house. We have a utility easement, but no driveway. We entertain our friends often. Bear and Manny live in their own house built on my property. Manny still loves to cook, and her feasts are a highlight of our guests visits. She became comfortable with her manly exterior and is he old self again. She tours in the drag circuit world-wide. She changes identities periodically and introduces her act as new. Her heavy accent hasn’t gotten any better. Especially since Bear learned Spanish.

Jeff is now the new force commander with Brad as his second. He keeps his fairies close at hand. Anton and Van have a room of their own at force headquarters. The room is decorated in pink and has a lot of lace and frills. Vince and Jace have been a couple since they met. Jace and Lottie’s twins, are grown and have been force warriors for decades. Claud being a Nerite is basically a nymph. He cannot settle down because every man wants him. He is afraid they only want him because of his charms. This hasn’t stopped him from having sex with multiple partners every night. Once he opened up, he is insatiable. Humans cannot resist him. His bed is always full, so he is happy.

It was time.

It was more than time. I had been living in a rented flat in the village for four years, out of grad school and Parsons, and was, at the young age of 27, considered a wunderkind in the world of fashion.

I was now a VP in one of the world’s leading fashion houses and surprisingly a maiden aunt, I had not seen since my teens had, through great largesse, left me a tidy sum of money. So all of this combined, induced me to really not want to rent anymore, and led me to start looking to buy. In New York, you have to have the coins to do so, but with aunties money and the house behind me, I set off into the ruthless world of buying a flat.

The realtor I landed was unctuous and short, I dare say the biggest thing he possessed was a Napoleon complex. We spent months doing the rounds, sometimes with my steady fuck buddy, Brett, in tow. He was an up and coming interior designer in the city. Nothing seemed to speak to me, and Brett who had a lovely apartment on the Upper East side was also becoming vexed with me.

One night after our workout at the gym, where we’d met, and a righteous rimming, he moaned, not I might add from how deep my tongue was in his tush, but to my annoyance, in frustration.

“Honestly, Paul, one more night in this over heated cracker box, and I may leave you.”

I slapped his luscious hair covered rump. “Promises, promises. Who’d have your whinnying, crazy self?”

He bit my hairy nipple. “I love you, too darling!”

“We could go to your place?”

“No, darling, you could find a place. Now fuck me, so I can melt from that and not the heat in here.”

Surprisingly two weeks later I fell in love. Not with Brett, although I loved him as a buddy and a fuck buddy, but with a one bedroom, den, 15th. Floor apartment overlooking Gramercy Park.

The realtor, Leroy, even his name was unctuous, showed it to me, one late summer evening. It was gorgeous, in a co-op; a bit beyond my price range, but with huge rooms, an amazing kitchen, a small den, where I could do my work, and even a sliver of an East river view.

We were standing in the spacious bedroom, when I noticed a closed door, presumably leading to the bathroom; I’d seen the walk in closet. The beautiful mahogany of the door, filtered around Leroy’s frame as he stood in front of it, waxing away.

“I’m sure Brett would approve.”

He knew Brett was my friend, who happened to be with a client at that moment, and he also knew I was the one buying, not he. I chose to ignore him and moved to the bathroom door. Leroy did not budge. Now I’m a tall guy: six feet, 180, with lots of muscles, so I was in no mood.

“There’s a caveat,” he said.

I waited.

“There’s a window in the bathroom,” he went on.

I waited again.

“You know these apartments are being turned into co-ops and the building is shaped like a square “U”.

Annoyed my retort was: “Yes, and so…”

“Well, it’s pretty much a full length window in the shower. I mean there’s a glass door on the shower, but the window looks out across about 20 feet directly into the shower in the bathroom opposite. That’s the square “U” part of the building. The one room without a view. Christ, some prev must really have designed this.” His voice rose. “They let it stay when they turned it into co-ops!”

Being a film buff, my mind suddenly went to Hitchcock’s “Rear Window”. I stood there hoping for some nude bear of a Raymond Burr opposite me in the shower.

“Let me see.”

He finally moved away and opened the door.

Like the rest of the apartment; it was flawless, with Italian stone, granite, and inlaid glass tile. The shower reeked of pure sex. I opened the glass door and peered across. He was right. Fuck it looked right into the shower across.

I felt my dick stiffened to its seven inches in my suit pants as all sorts of fantasies played out in my mind. The rear window sealed the deal.

“I’ll take it.”

“Of course I’m sure you’ll have your designer friend install a shade.”

I laughed, knowing that would never happen and it would be the first place Brett would want to suck and fuck each other off, voyeurs that we were.

A little over a month later, I moved in. Brett was a huge help and we did suck and fuck in the shower, needing a hefty supply of Windex to clean all the cum from the window.

“That window is so hot,” he enthused one evening after his 7.5” rod had shot a copious load up my ass. He had then dumped his seed on me from the condom, to rub it in me and wash me off in the shower.

“With my luck, some old lady will move in and put up a shade.”

At least we could use it to its perfect intention.

One night about five weeks later, on a rainy, dreary, late September evening, I walked into the bedroom, looking for some sketches, I had left there, when I was startled by a light that suddenly went on. I turned around and realized it had come from the bathroom.

I walked in and knew at once it had come from the opposite bathroom. I opened the shower door and both the sketches and my jaw fell to the floor.

If Tom of Finland had aged to about 50; there he was. A man with gun metal grey hair and tortoise shell glasses was in the act of hanging a picture on the wall. Thank God now both shower doors were opened. Unlike James Stewart, I didn’t have a pair of binoculars, but truly what I wanted was the camera he used in the picture.

The guy only had on a pair of shorts and appeared to be as hung as his picture on the wall, which he had now stood back to admire, giving me time to admire him.

He was carpeted with salt and pepper hair on his chest, arms, and legs. Even though Brett and I were gym rats; it was clear this stud made one his home away from home. His biceps were stunning and I could have happily washed my pre cum stained drawl string pajama bottoms on his rock hard abs and stomach. His bum cheeks in those nylon shorts were a sculpted work of art.

He had to live there. What workman would be dressed like that.

I was just working up to dumping a huge load on my Italian floor, when a woman about the same age as he, came into the bathroom, stood back, looked at the painting too, hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. I still got off and it was another kind of shower, but I was disappointed.

Of course Brett was his usual self. “Did you see a ring? We have to find out.”

I glared down at him. “How do you propose we do that? Do you want me to open the window when she’s in the shower and say: ‘Yoo hoo, what’s your role in all this?”

He took my dick out of his mouth, which was a shame as he’s a champion cock sucker. “Well, I admit at times you’ve been more subtle, but we have to find an answer.”

Miraculously, the answer came (and did he cum!) in all its, and his glory, two mornings later. I was in the shower, when suddenly the light opposite popped on and there he was, stepping into the shower. Can I tell you Falcon Studios never would have found a better daddy type. His dick looked about five inches flaccid and I was dying to be the one lathering soap on those orange shaped biceps.

He must have dropped his soap because suddenly we were eye to eye. Miss Manners never covered this, but as there was no shade on his window either, I took a dive and grinned blatantly at him.

He raised a sexy eyebrow and waved.

I grabbed my dick, soaped it up, and pressed it to the window.

He mirrored me, his length and girth slightly outshining mine. I grabbed my balls and pull down. He did the same.

I turned, spread my cheeks and exposed my hairy hole to him.

When I turned back around he was doing the same.

He started to jerk off. Boy was he a two hander. I did the same, licking my lips.

Suddenly, he opened the window, so I opened mine. The windows were designed so both windows and screens opened simultaneously, but the screen, if used, could still swing back and cover the window.

It had turned cold, but that did not seem to deter him. “This is the best way to meet a new neighbor.”

Panting my retort was: “Absolutely.”

“Let’s see how far we can shoot. When I bought this place, I asked the realtor the distance between us and he said about 12 feet. I can shoot pretty far. You?”

I was damn close and did not want to disappoint him. Heights scare me and it was cold, but I stuck my tool out the window.

He did the same and called: “One arm too.”

My hunk let go a tremendous volley that did indeed reach my arm. I shot off more rounds then he did, but fuck it was hot.

I brought my arm back in and with my hand ate his load.

He surprised me again. “I’ve got to piss.” With that a stream of hot urine came out of his hose. He was squeezing his yardstick and some came across to splash on my chest.

He laughed. “What’s your name, friend?”

“Paul.”

“Fred. You know we need to do more than this.”

“Sounds great, but what about the woman?”

He frowned. “Woman? There is no woman.”

I blushed. “I have to admit propinquity caused me to see a woman in the bathroom with you awhile back when you were hanging your picture.”

He roared. “That’s my sister, Colleen. She lives in Connecticut. She was just helping me.”

This was a ridiculous conversation to be having on a cold October morning, naked, 15 floors up, but I had another question. I turned off the water and he did the same. “So, no ring?”

He leered at me. “Only around my cock. Have plans for Friday night?”

I should be working on plans for the Spring show as it never ended but I wasn’t going to let this golden opportunity and maybe another golden shower, pass me by. I shook my head no. “15-F, building one. Use the tunnel between the buildings. 6p. Drinks, nibbles, and much more.”

He winked. “Yeah, I know what I’ll be drinking in and nibbling on. I like kink, if you do, so let’s think up something and I know it will be hot.” He gave me a salute. “Nice meeting you, Paul.” He blew me a kiss. “See you Friday.” He closed the window and I was left in awe.

Brett and I did not talk every day, and he was working on a big job. I did text him and ask him to call me. That evening as I was preparing dinner, I heard a shuffling type sound and walked to my entryway to see that an envelope had been pushed under my door. It was addressed: “Hottie boy”.

I opened the envelope, my heart pounding. The note read: “I thought I recognized you as an up and comer in fashion, and then remembered I’d read about you a few weeks ago in ‘Sunday Styles’. In lieu of what you do; I’d like it if you had on a suit Friday evening, so I can undress you. One of my kinks, and a jock, too, if you own one. If we don’t catch each other in the shower again, hold a big load till Friday! Fred”

My phone went off as my prick was drooling from this. Of course it was Brett. He deluged me with questions and when I told him it was Friday, he wanted me to film it. “If he’s into kink, why not?”

“That’s right, the whole fashion film crew will be here and film it!”

Reluctantly he admitted he had to get back to his demanding client but insisted on all details till Friday. Alas, there weren’t any, even as much time as I was spending in the loo; I didn’t see Fred again till Friday and hard as it, and I was, had saved up a big load.

The bell rang promptly at six and I had some lovely red wine and appetizers ready. I was in one of our designer suits, with a cum stained jock underneath. He looked flawless, in a suit, with a vest, and his tortoise shell glasses.

He moaned a greeting, pulled me in close and had his tongue further down my throat, then when I’d had an endoscopy. 

Running our hands over each other, he grabbed my stiffer and nodded his head. From his suit pocket, he drew out a cloth tape measure. He laughed, releasing my mouth. “Another proclivity of mine is measuring guys I’m with.”

We barely made it into the living room, had a quick glass of French red and had some canapés.

Fred did ask me if I was with anyone and I told him about my warped sex pal, Brett and he imparted he had broken up with a guy six months ago and like me just wanted a safe sex buddy. He said maybe sometime, after he and I had been at it for awhile, we could do a three way. I knew nothing would thrill Brett more, but right now, I just wanted him, like you want to win the mega millions.

Reading my mind he pulled me in close, noses touching and mammoth packages against each other through our suits.

He was like the best Christmas gift to unwrap. Jacket first, vest, shirt, and wow! All that hair, his sweat, those arms, his pits, and nips. I was like an ant at a picnic. He wanted us to undress the other first and at this point my dick was about to break, but he was setting the pace and with his build it was fine as some hot daddy fantasies do come true. I smelled, licked, chewed, and ran my hands all over him. His back was smooth, but his chest and stomach were a forest. Kneeling, I laved into his flat belly button and reached for his alligator belt. Undoing  it, I dropped his gorgeous suit pants; a snicker escaped my throat, at his packed green jock, that was wet from pre-cum. 

My nose went first, sniffing deeply the individual smell that each man owns. His jock, like mine, had not been laundered, so the scent was rich and intoxicating. He was pushing my head into his whopper and I drank greedily.

Reaching behind to his hairy cheeks and running my hands over the straps of the jock, I moved my fingers into his furry fold, massaging his taint and hole, eliciting a guttural purr from him. “Enough,” I thought and in one swift motion, yanked the jock down. His huge pole clipped me on the chin and pre went on my nose and mouth. Talk about an appetizer! I was about to swallow him, when he reached down and pulled me up, licking his own leakage off my face and ravaging my mouth again.

“Your turn, sport!”

He surprised me by going for the pants first, which in hindsight was good, because there was already a large pool on and around the fly from my excitement. He clearly loved my stained and wet jock, and his next action was to take his hand and palm and rub me through the jock, causing me to gasp and drop my head on his shoulder.

Collecting some hefty pre, he pushed me back slightly and rubbed it all around his mouth and chin, drawing me in. “Wish I could shave with this every day. Lick it off and tongue fuck me with it.”

Obeying him was no problem as he was rubbing his sticky palm all over my stubble. He started opening my shirt, thus doing the same to my hirsute chest, brutally flicking, twisting, and yanking the nubs of my nipples.

We were groaning loudly, in our still stage of not complete undress, when we both jumped, as the doorbell rang.

“What the fuck!”

He raised an eyebrow. 

I sighed. “I wonder if it’s old, Mrs. Margus, down the hall? She sometimes needs something.”

The bell peeled again. 

“You better see who it is,” he said resignedly.

Talk about a downer. It was like jerking off in your car, to suddenly be pulled over by the police.

I sighed, pulled up my pants, left my shirt unbuttoned and stormed to the door as the third ring occurred.

“Yes,” I yelled, not to politely, to hear to my astonishment  Brett say he was here to see me.

The nosey fucker knew what time my rendezvous was, but how had he gotten past the doorman? I yanked open the door and dragged him, which is no small feat as Brett is a 6’1”, 195, honey colored mass of muscle.

“What the fuck are you doing here and how did you get in the building?” I hissed.

“Well, Manny was helping some couple with kids and their luggage, so I slipped past and the guy at the desk didn’t seem to notice.” His blue eyes glinted. “I want to play, too.”

Poor Fred had by now come into the entryway, his still hard rod, at full length.

It was a ludicrous way to do introductions, but I tried.

“This is Brett, who can ferret more details than the CIA, and as an interior designer, should be off right now measuring something.”

Fred ran a devilish appraisal over Brett, who not in a suit, was in slacks and a sport coat and had his rut sack over his shoulder.

Fred didn’t speak at first, but leaned down and pulled the measuring tape out of his pocket. “Like I said, measuring guys is one of my kinks and I’m loving both of your measurements.” He addressed Brett. “Are you into anything kinky?”

I held my breath, knowing fully well that was all the opening, and his kink led to opening, that Brett needed.

“Paul and I have recently gotten into fisting. He’s been fisting me. Ever done that?”

Fred’s face was as priceless as a just discovered Renoir. “Well, it seems like we should all get to know each other.”

Brett snickered and pulled an un opened pack of long black rubber gloves from his bag and a tin of his fisting lube. He winked at me. “I came prepared.”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s as prepared as a whore on a Saturday night.”

Fred laughed. “Let’s get naked and see how we measure up.”

As there were three of us now and Fred and I were mostly undressed, we focused on Brett. Interfering shit that he was, he still was firecracker hot. He had honey blonde hair, blue eyes, gorgeous chest and abdomen hair, a nice bush, and hairy hole. I was pretty sure he would measure up as the longest as I reckoned he was around 7.5”.

Undressing him, we all were sharing spit and kisses and now with six hands they were everywhere.

Fred was panting. What a drooler he was. Brett shot like a hose but didn’t leak that much and I was pretty much keeping up with Fred.

We all were as hard as the Italian tile in the bathroom and Fred, took my dick and the tape in hand. I clocked at just about 7”, and a circumference of 3.5. Brett, naturally wanted to measure Fred, who pretty much matched me but was thick as fuck, at a little over 5” around. I measured my fuck boy, who was closer to 8”, and about the same around as me.

After that the real games began. Fred was our leader and suggested we all rim each other. Brett announced that he should have me rim Fred, since I was a gold medal winner with my long tongue. 

We got on the rug face down. Fred rimmed Brett to get ready for his fisting and I happily dove between Fred’s glorious cheeks, which were so tight, I thought I would need a can opener. Our groans ricocheted off the walls and as for me, I was in heaven. Fred’s hole was perfect, clean, and ripe for my drilling. When I flattened my tongue and went in deep, he backed further on my face. I stopped for a minute to paddle his ass, then suggested he kneel and climb on Brett so I could chow down on both their grade A rumps at the same time.

“Great idea, but I’m supposed to be the kink master, remember,” Fred advised me.

With one on top of the other, I could use my tongue to skew them both. Talk about a fucking hot time. Running my tongue over taint, hole and into both was the new ultimate high. It couldn’t have been that comfortable for Brett but he was yelling out: “More, more,” as Fred was jerking his super charged tool along Brett’s back.

I heard Fred groan and started going in as deep as I could up his tight tunnel, as I suspected he was shooting on Brett’s back. He toppled off and looked me in the eye, a wicked gleam in his glint.

“We need to lick my shot off his back.”

We did that our tongues dueling in his delicious and salty sperm. 

“Got a powerful vacuum, kid?” He asked when we were done.

“Sure do.”

“Get it out.”

While I went to get it, I heard Brett imploring Fred to finish him off. I returned with the vacuum to see Fred using his own vacuum mouth to swallow Brett. I moved behind Brett and gave him my super power rimming. A minute or so later his ass clenched and I could tell he was firing his oceanic load down Fred’s throat.

I felt man out not having cum, but heard Fred’s plan.

“Okay, get me those gloves and the silicone lube. Brett, I know to start with a few fingers, cork screw, then build up to my fist in your tight little tush. Paul, you fuck me, with the vacuum turned on and the hose on your balls. Let’s go.”

We all assumed our positions and Brett instructed Fred, who with the long, black rubber gloves on and oozing with silicone lube, was indeed beginning to cork screw one, two, three, then all fingers, but his thumb into Brett’s beautiful hole. As for me, I used some of the lube, jacking the magnum sized codon on my stiff as rebar pole and followed Fred’s lead, by inserting three of my fingers into his anus. Cracking a safe was easier, but I managed to pound his prostate a few times.

We all were making a chorus of moans and I drank in the comments added.

From Fred: “Oh, fuck, now I’ve added my thumb and am twisting my hand back and forth. Shit, this hot.” Fred to me: “Quit playing! Pound it in there, and turn on  the vacuum and get that hose on your balls.”

Brett was telling Fred his fist was amazing and I heard a popping sound and Fred yelled as his hand was in.

“Now punch me, bitch,” Brett yelled, as I could hear the squish of his fist ramming in and out of Brett’s hole and the lube dripping on my hardwood floor.

There was hard wood everywhere as I had entered a cavity so tight, I thought Fred and I would be welded together permanently, which I would have loved. I pulled back, turned on my Miele vacuum and stuck the hose on my nuts. What a feeling! Between the friction of the fuck, the tightness of this 50 year old ass, and the hose on my sack, I wondered if I would be sucked inside of him.

I could hear Fred punching his fist in and out of Brett’s keyhole over the vacuum.

“This is the hottest ever. My fist is burning and I am drilling his prostate like a jackhammer.”

The way Fred’s body was moving, I could tell he was using his other hand to jack off. 

Brett was screaming and I could see that he was spanking his monkey as well. 

We were all moving in sync, racing to see who’d win and cum first.

I couldn’t hold it any longer. My balls were sucked by the hose and I was shaking like a cruise ship in a squall. I emptied one of my biggest loads into the condom.

Limply I turned off the vacuum.

Brett squealed and I witnessed him shoot over to my sofa. I would have bitched, but it was so fucking hot. 

Fred kept punching and ordered me to get underneath him and suck him off.

He did pull out his fist and Brett leaned down to twist his nips mercilessly.

Never one to refuse, I sucked him as tight as the hose on the vacuum and after a few minutes, he yanked his prick out and shot up his hairy six pack and Fred ordered me to dump the condom on him and for us to lick all the cum off of him.

Lapping it all up, we heard Fred laughing. “You boys give him 20 minutes or so, we’ll have some drinks, appetizers, and then we’ll do round two.”

Brett and I beamed at each other and knew we had found love.

We became the Three Fuckseteers and had many boiling times.

I had seen Mack the Bear at a site on the internet. He apparently lived in Vegas. He is such a big yummy bear of a man. 6’2″ 220 lbs and built like a Mack truck. I had to have him. So I went into his sight and told him I wanted him. I mean who wouldn’t the way this stud looked. 

I had also sent him a picture of myself for his consideration. Hoping he would find me attractive enough to want to hook up. He e-mailed me saying that when ever I was in Vegas to look him up. He gave me his phone number  and address, saying he couldn’t wait to stuff his big cock up into me. I beat myself to orgasm right there to his pictures. 

So I made plans to go to Vegas in  a few weeks for the weekend. Since I lived in L.A. it wasn’t too much of a drive. I longed to get my lips over that big stud of a man. I went to Vegas and stayed at one of the local hotels. I was to meet with Mack at Treasure Island casino. I entered the casino and played a few games. After a while I felt eyes on me. I looked around and there was this stocky bearded guy wearing a pair of  tight jeans looking at me. He had on a white t-shirt and a bit of a gut, But looked really hot. He sauntered over to me and said hello. He was about 5’10”  and looked yummier the closer he came. I caught him rubbing at the small mound  in his jeans.

“Hi there son” He said. “When did you get into town?” “Yesterday” I replied. “So what are you up to boy?” He asked. “I’m actually waiting for someone.” I responded. “That’s a shame” He said. “Cause I would really like to get at that cute little ass of your” He was quite forward in saying what he wanted. “Look” I said. “Why not contact me later this week. Maybe we can hook up later on handsome” I continued.

So I gave him my hotel info and asked him to check on me in 2 days. He grabbed my ass and walked off. `Damn’ I thought. I may never get a chance with that guy again. But I needed to have the bear. I wanted Mack. I watched as he walked away. He had a big beefy ass too. I rubbed myself instinctively. I waited for several hours and Mack didn’t show. `Shit’ I was left hanging, and I didn’t know where that other guy was or had gone to. So I went back to the hotel. Checked for messages and there were none. So I went out to eat and later came back after I saw a show. 

When I got back to the hotel, still no messages. I went up to my room and prepared for bed. Then the phone rang. 

“Hello?” I said. “Hey dude, its Mack Bear.” Came the rough manly voice on the line. “Look I had a little emergency today so I’ll have to take a rain check on our getting together.” He said. “Okay” I replied. 

I was kinda upset cause I came here for him. So I said good bye and hung up. Then 3 minutes later the phone rang again. 

“Yeah” I said. “Hello buddy. This is Bubba from earlier. Remember me?” Said the new voice.

Of course I remembered him. I was so glad he called otherwise the weekend was a bust. So I told him my plans got ruined and the guy didn’t show. He offered to come over right now. So of course I agreed. About a half and hour later the front desk advised me that Bubba was here. So I told them to send him up. Then shortly after there was a knock on my door. When I opened it there he stood. Still wearing tight jeans but he had changed his shirt to the typical flannel that bears wore. 

He came in and I grabbed him immediately. I pulled him close and he smelled like a man should, sweat and musk. He wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed my mouth hard. My hands roamed over his beefy body. I grabbed at his big ass as I kissed him. He pulled at my shorts and yanked them down. He grabbed at my bare ass and kneaded it in his strong hands. 

“Mmphh nice ass” He said. 

He pulled at my cheeks to get at my bud. I felt his thick fingers at my hole. Then he proceeded to flick at my ass ring with them. 

“Mmm” I moaned lightly.

He pushed me from him and pushed me towards the bed. I sat down on it and he grabbed at his now growing hard on in his pants. I reached for the button fly and pulled at them. Slowly I could see a pair of white briefs coming to view. Pressed against the material was a nice sturdy looking lump, thick and beefy. I pulled his jeans down and he lifted his legs to help me. I sat staring at his mound. He placed his hand behind my head, urging me further. I touched the full pouch and rubbed at it. He removed his shirt and I looked up at his slightly furred chest. My hand reached up and rubbed at it. He had a nice full gut. Not fat just nice and beefy. I pressed my face against his crotch. The heat from him was pushing my buttons. My face could feel his cock responding to me.

“Kiss it” He said. 

So I planted a soft kiss at the end of the growing lump. It twitched under my lips. I instantly became ravenous as I open my mouth and enveloped his cock shaft through the underwear confining it. He began to moan lightly and his beefy hand rubbed at his beefy chest.

“Mmm yeah boy” He said”. “Go for my fuckin’ cock. Take daddy’s dick in your mouth”

I needed no other encouragement as I pulled down his shorts and his now thick beefy cock sprung out. He wasn’t fully hard yet but it was a nice size and very thick. I wrapped my fingers around the sturdy shaft and placed my hungry tongue at the tip. Again he twitched and moaned. His taste was exquisite. The precum that was drooling off his cock head was sweet. In an instant his shaft bloated in my hand and the head flared and thickened. He was now at full mast. About 7 inches but thick and covered in fat veins. The head had become huge. Like a plum, and almost as purple.

“Holy fuck stud” I said. “This thing is thick as a beer can.” I looked up to see his head hang back and he groaned. “Suck me man. I need that mouth around my cock real bad” 

I opened wide and placed the head inside my mouth. It was so thick I thought I might have trouble with it. He grabbed at my head and pushed himself into my throat. That’s when I gagged. The fat head tried to pry itself into my unexpectant throat and blocked all possible air. I had to push him away to get that fat tube out so I could breathe. He looked at me quizzically for a moment until he realized he could have killed me by asphyxiation.

“Sorry buddy” He said. “But your mouth felt incredible around my dick” 

I could see what I was in for. But I looked at the fat club before me and all but forgot about it. 

“Just take it easy stud” I said.

So I put his cock back in my mouth and returned to the task at hand. His thick cock was ever so delicious though. I slobbered over the meaty head like it was my last meal. He fucked my face slowly as he felt the heat in his loins rise. 

He started to moan again. “Mmm yes buddy. That’s a great mouth you have.” 

I just mumbled over his hot dick as an answer. He tasted so great. I could have fed on his cock for days. I grabbed for his ass and held on as he fucked my hungry mouth. His balls repeatedly would smack my face as he pistoned his thick cock into my hungry throat. I slobbered over his enraged dick and he became rougher. He pounded my hungry throat with his cock. The air was leaving me again. So I tried to slow him again so I could breath. 

He then just picked me up and carried me to the bed. He tossed me on it and crawled on top of me. He kissed my mouth hard, his tongue forcing its way in. But I welcomed his forcefulness. I wanted him so bad I could taste it. He grabbed at my dick and pulled on it.

“Nice cock man” He said. 

Then he crawled down and took it in his mouth. I moaned loudly as he sucked my dick. My hand went to his head and caressed him as he swallowed me. Then I felt his fingers running down my scrotum. He was moving towards my ass. Then he slowly rubbed at my bud with a thick digit. He pushed that finger slowly into my ass.

“Ughnn” I moaned. “Yeah Bubba. Feels soo good daddy” Then he stopped sucking my dick and pulled up my ass.

“Sweet little ass boy” He said. Then he shoved his face into my ass and borrowed his tongue into me. “Ughhn” I moaned again. 

I could hear him slurping on my rose bud. After several minutes of just eating my ass. He pulled up and smiled at me. He had a very hungry look in his eyes too.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard” He said. Then he shoved several fingers up my ass. “Aaeeii” I groaned and moved up to bite down on his furred tit. “Awe yes Bubba” I cooed. “Make me yours daddy. Fuck me good”

I licked and kissed at his chest. Reveling in the way he tasted. He bent down and kissed my mouth. His tongue fighting mine inside. His arms pulled me close to him. He lifted me up and then I felt the blunt head of his big dick at my hole. Then he pushed me down hard onto his cock. the fat head tore into my hole and I squealed.

“Ooh fuck. Ooh my GOD its so big.” I cried out. 

I bit down on his shoulder from the sudden pain. His meaty dick hit my button and my body shuddered from both pain and instant pleasure.

“Ooo yeah” He moaned. “Feel my cock up yer ass baby. Soo hott!!”

He kissed my neck as he lifted me up on his dick then pushed me back down on it. After a few moments my body was accepting his cock willingly and I ground my ass on his dick. His big dick pulling at my ass walls. Finding every crevice inside of me. Then he twisted my ass on his dick as he turned me around. My ass was on fire from this movement. He leaned back, grabbing my legs and lifting them up. Holding me suspended in air except for his cock imbedded in me. I slid up and down on his shaft effortlessly and he fucked me like this for a while. He licked and chewed on my ear as he fucked my ass.

“Like that dontcha boy” He whispered.

All I could do was groan on him as he continued to use my ass. Then I felt his arm around me and I was pushed down onto the bed hard. My face hit the pillow and his heavy body landed on my. His thick cock buried deep into my hole. Crushing into my prostate.

“Aaeeii” I cried out as he started to pummel my ass mercilessly. “Oohh God” I cried. “Oohh God its ugghhn!” 

I could feel my balls rising up as I was gonna blow. This awesome hunk was gonna make me shoot and I hadn’t even touched my self.

“Shit” I yelled. I’m gonna shoot” 

With that he pulled me back up in the previous position. He thrust upwards hard then grabbed for my dick the moment he grabbed my dick I began to shake. My body shook on his cock and I shot 5 or 6 volleys about 3 feet into the air. 

“Oooh God, Oohh God. Oh Shit” I cried out as I blew. 

I felt hot cum hit my chest and face. Then he pulled from my ass and tossed me on my back on the bed, grabbed my legs and slammed back into me. As he did he too erupted. I felt the scalding cum pour into my ass.

“Uuggh. Uughh, ughh ” He grunted as he unloaded into my ass. 

He whimpered and collapsed onto me. Kissing at my neck as his cock began to soften in my ass. He just lay on me like that for a while. I wrapped my arms round him, loving the feel of his husky body on me. Then he looked at me and kissed me tenderly.

“Wow that was great babe” He cooed.

He rolled over, pulling me on top of him. I nuzzled his beefy chest, kissing it. Then he reached for his cock again and slowly stroked it back to an erection. I looked at him as he rubbed his big dick at my ass again. I knew he wanted to fuck again. I felt the thick head pushing at my hole again. I looked at him and he winked at me. I kissed his lips and lifted my self up onto his cock again. I sat down on his thick dick and slid down to his balls.

“Ughhn” I moaned as his hard shaft twitched in my ass. 

He fucked me again and again for several hours. We ended up falling asleep until the phone rang.

“Hello” I asked 

It was Mack. He said he was able to come over and fuck me as he had promised. I looked over at Bubba who was still sleeping. I really liked Bubba but my dick began to respond to Mack’s words.

“I’ll be ready in an hour” I said. “I’ll meet you at your place”

I woke up Bubba and told him I had to meet with some friends and he got dressed and walked out. 

“I’ll call you” He said… 

Learning my role as a submissive

I was a natural submissive. As soon as I moved in with Rick I was eager to please, and willing to do anything he wanted. It turned me on so much to see him. I dressed in lingerie for him at all times, and wore a collar as well as cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I was to surrender myself to him whenever he desired.

This was a role I was meant to play. As a boy when playing army or cops, I liked being captured. Especially if I was tied up. I had no idea why but it excited me. As a teen when guys first started fucking me, I liked the pain of them penetrating me, and the fact that they enjoyed it. I didn’t even mind when guys called me names for being girly.

So being Rick’s submissive was easy.

He frequently spanked me, to remind me of my place. First it was just with his hand, then a belt and a paddle he made. I was surprised as I felt the harsh sting across my ass at how much I liked it. I had a safe word, but I never used it, and that encouraged him to swing harder.

One night a few weeks after I moved in he stepped it up. We watched a video of a woman who was bound, and a man was whipping her. I felt his cock getting hard in his sweats, as well as mine in my panties.

“Does this turn you on?” He asked.

“Yes sir.” I nodded.

“Would you do that?” He asked.

“Oh yes sir. It looks really hot.” I thought it did to. She was helpless and all his, moaning in pain and pleasure as her man enjoyed tormenting her. She seemed to love it even though it hurt. I wanted to be her.

With that he took my leash and led me to the garage. He clipped my cuffs to a hook on the rafter above my head. He then showed me a quirt and a cat o nine.

My cock gave me away. It was fully erect and out of the skimpy panties I wore. He laughed a bit at how excited I was. I felt so hot in my corset, panties and stockings, helpless and awaiting my punishment.

He teased the quirt along my ass before giving me the first swat. Followed by several more. My ass stung like crazy but I loved it. He flipped it around my balls making them hurt. I moaned and struggled against my binds, but didn’t say the safe word. His strokes got harder as he worked me over, seeing how much I could take. He whipped my ass, my back and the backs of my thighs until my whole body tingled. I had never felt anything like this, and was so turned on I couldn’t stand it.

He teased the quirt along my hard dick. “You you’re really enjoying this aren’t you?”

“Yes sir.” I moaned.

“Maybe we need to make it harsher. You’re not supposed to enjoy punishment!” With that he slapped my dick really hard. I gasped in pain and my knees buckled, the binds held me up. He gave me another one. Then he whipped my nipples before attaching clothespins to them.

“Ohhh Good!” I heard myself moan. Tears were streaming out of my eyes. I was trembling and weak, but it felt wonderful. I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed it.

“Is this to much?” He asked me. I shook my head no. I was thoroughly enjoying it. He whipped me some more before undoing my binds.

I feel to my knees, exhausted. But we weren’t done. He led me to the bedroom and cuffed my hands behind my back and laid me on my belly.

He slid down his sweats revealing his cock. It was really hard. He told me how much he enjoyed punishing me and how hard it made him. He slid it in my mouth and quickly came. He had never came that fast. Then he uncuffed me and I sat on his lap.

“As a reward for being such a good bitch, I’m going to let you jerk off.” He praised. He had taken control of my orgasm the first day, and I had to earn the right to jerk off.

“Oh thank you so much sir!” I exclaimed kissing him. It had been a few days.

I knelt on my knees at his feet and came instantly.

“Good now clean it up.” He commended and I obediently liked my cum off the floor.

Later as I sat in his lap he asked if I really liked the whipping. “Oh yes sir!” I said. I loved it in fact.

The punishments became harsher and I enjoyed them all. I became a brat, intentionally doing things to get punished. I had begun my lifelong craving for pain.

When Ben woke up he was unsure where he was. The room had simple white walls and a small desk in the corner and a small dresser. “Hello” he called out but no answer and he moved the blanket he immediately realized he was naked. “What the fuck where are my clothes” Ben thought. He moved the the dresser but it was empty now he was really confused “this must be some weird prank. It has to be my stupid friend playing a stupid prank” as he moved to the door he heard movement on the other side of the door. 

He stopped he heard the lock click unlocked and the door started to open and he moved to hid his dick. Ben never felt small being 6 foot tall and a athletic build he was in good shape he would think but as the man moved in to the room with him he felt small. 

“Hi I’m Kane and I will be helping you adjust to the island. Today I have you scheduled for some introductory training and a small tour of the island is that right?” Kane asked Ben was super confused now as this 6,5 muscled man stood there in only a jockstrap. 

“What the fuck is going on who the fuck are you where the fuck am I and why the fuck am I naked why the fuck are you naked and whose stupid idea is this” Ben yelled. Kane had a small smile on his face. “So you weren’t given the welcome package. That’s no problem we will run over that on our way to the dayspa” ken turns to the door and Ben couldn’t help but look at his perfectly sculpted ass framed but the jockstrap. 

“Holy fuck” Ben thought to himself and had to keep his hands on his dick to avoid getting half an erection. Now Ben wasn’t gay or anything but sometimes he could recognize a nice ass regardless of gender. Kane opened the door and into the hallway he went Ben followed from a distance unsure of where he was leading him “a dayspa where the hell am I” he thought. 

As they made their way to a set of doors at the end of the hall way Kane picked up a phone on the wall. “Hey it’s Kane yeah I’m doing the new recruit and he didn’t get a welcome package can one be sent to spa 11 for when we get there thanks” he hung up and turn back to me and said “I want to be the first to officially welcome you to Alpha-beta island where you will learn what it means to be a man. Here you will find a freedom from the person you thought you were and find the person you were meant to be.” 

He opened the door and as I stepped out I saw a wonderful tropical island full of other guys in nothing but jockstraps some had collars on with leads attached to them some had chest harnesses and some were walking on all fours. Ben knew that however he got here his life from now on would be so much different.

So, how did I end up laying on my back on a pile of discarded clothes in the woods with my brother’s friend’s dick in my ass while he stands beside us, coaching his friend on how best to fuck me while jacking off another of his friends, and how I later earned the nickname Pass Around Party Bottom? It’s a cool story, let me tell you about it…

It started innocently enough; I had heard older guys talking about getting blow jobs from whatever random girl and one of them excitedly threw, “Has she ever stuck her finger in your ass?” into the conversation. Which, come on, in a group of teenaged boys will naturally get the prerequisite exclamations of “What!” and “Get the fuck outta here!” and, of course the inevitable, “Are you a fag bro?”

No. No, he in fact was not a fag; just a teenaged boy horny enough to try anything while a girl is swinging on his dick. 

“Fuck no!” Horny teenaged boy cries in his defense. “It was a girl that did it, duh! But there’s a spot in there that she rubbed and I came like a fucking geyser!”

My curiosity was piqued. 

I’ve never had a girl, or anyone else for that matter, suck my dick…at this point in my life…but I jack off like three times a day so I wonder if I can rub that spot myself? If it can make you cum like a geyser it’d be worth a try, right?

Fast forward several days, after I’d contemplated this magic geyser cum shot spot, having done a few google searches on my phone to find out the magic spot is actually called a prostate and that it’s conveniently located inside your ass less than a fingers length deep, and you’d find me in my bed; door closed, lights out, dark outside, and dick in my hand. I lay there, slowly sliding my foreskin back and forth over the head of my dick and working up my nerve to take the plunge, so to speak. 

I spread my legs open and reach down and rub my fingers down my taint…which feels pretty good on its own, but I’ve done that before…so I move on down to my ass hole. I rubbed my finger back and forth across it and I have to say, that felt pretty good too, so I started wiggling my finger right on my hole and felt it tense then relaxed. I pushed my finger forward and I could feel pressure on my hole but my finger is not going in. I realized it might be because my finger is dry and so I reached up and scooped a glob of spit on two fingers and spread it around on my hole. Slicked up fingers felt even better rubbing on my hole and I decided to just fucking go for it and pushed my finger into my hole. 

I gasped as it went in, more in shock than anything, because oh my damn I had a finger in my ass!, but all it felt like was a little pressure inside me. I pushed deeper, little by little until my whole finger was inside, all the while steadily jacking my dick. 

I could feel my hole squeeze around my finger and I started to work it in and out and it felt pretty good, but no magic was happening, until I happened to bend my finger so that the tip was pointing upwards and a tingle hit me and I felt like I was about to either cum or piss myself. That must be the spot. 

I jacked my dick faster with one hand and pumped my crooked finger in and out of my ass with the other hand and holy shit I felt this sensation that I couldn’t really explain, but it sent goosebumps across my skin and a wave of pleasure surged out of my ass hole. I jammed my finger deep and…

“What the fuck are you doing?” My brother’s teasing voice exploded into my room as the door swung open and the light from the hallway fell across my bed, lighting me up like a spotlight. 

I froze for a split second, but apparently long enough for my brother to see just exactly what it is I am doing…knees bent back to my chest, hand on dick, hand in ass. 

He walked into my room and slung the door closed behind him. “Holy shit, you little pervert, are you finger banging yourself?” He asked incredulously, a laugh in his voice. 

I straightened myself out and tried to snatch the covers so I could cover my dick while babbling some kind of denial, and finally spouted out, “Kenny does it!”, like that somehow made it all okay, but he lunged for the bed and landed over top of me, pinning my legs down as he straddled me. 

It wasn’t wasted on me, as I lay there with my slowly deflating dick sticking up in the air right in front of his crotch as he straddled me, that his boxers started to tent in the front. 

“Kenny finger bangs your ass?” He asked me with a wicked grin. 

“No!” I shouted at him. “He gets his ass finger banged while his girlfriend blows him.” I corrected him. 

He looked at me with a mock hurt expression and continued on like he didn’t hear me. “I’m hurt bro. Why didn’t you ask me instead of Kenny? I’d finger bang you if you wanted me.” And he reached his hand behind himself, towards my crotch, and started poking around under my balls, trying to get at my ass, wiggling his finger into my ass cheeks. 

“Stop! Did you turn fag or something?” I yelled at him and tried to shove him off me. 

“Ha! Funny coming from the guy with a finger in his ass.” He said as he shifted his hips down my legs, exposing my dick again, and reached up under my balls and tried pushing his hand into my ass cheeks again. “All I know is I’m walking past your door and I hear heavy sighs and moaning and I figure you were having yourself some fun and just had to check in on my little bro.”

I smacked at his hands then tried to punch him but he just leaned back out of my reach laughing at me. “Aw come on bro! You not gonna let me finger bang you?” He said, acting like he’s whining, then he licked his finger and tried poking between my cheeks again. 

Two things happened simultaneously; first, I tried to jerk my knee up to try to hit him in the back to knock him off me, which apparently opened my ass cheeks the perfect amount;  and secondly, he shoved his hand forward which caused his finger to spear me straight in the ass hole. 

My body stiffened up and I grunt/moaned and fell back flat on the bed, and he froze, eyes wide and mouth falling open. 

“Oh shit! I’m so fucking sorry bro! I was just fucking with you, I totally didn’t mean to do that!” He said, his finger still in my ass, I might add. 

My dick responded to his much longer finger being stuck in my ass and it plumped back up to fully hard and my ass hole started clenching and relaxing around his finger, and I may or may not have moaned again. 

He started to pull his finger out of me and dragged it right across my prostate and I totally moaned that time, because holy shit that felt good, but also hurt a little since there wasn’t a lot of spit on his finger. 

“Wait wait wait wait…” I panted and grabbed his wrist and held it still while grimacing at him. “That hurts a little. Just wait a second.” I told him and tried to catch my breath. 

“Dude, stop squeezing my finger like that. It’s weird.” 

“I’m not doing it on fucking purpose asshole! Why did you stick your finger in my ass like that?” I yelled at him. 

“It’s not like you didn’t just have your whole hand pumping it just a minute ago.!” He replied, annoyed, and jammed his finger in deeper. 

I threw my head back against the bed and moaned and tried to push my ass back against his finger. 

“Holy shit. You like that, huh?” He asked, amused again. 

“No! It..uh…it hurt that’s all.” Weak. I knew it was weak as soon as I said it because I was still moving my ass against his finger. 

As if to prove the point of the weakness of my statement, he pointed to my dick. “Then why are you leaking so much?”

I looked down at my dick and saw a small river of precum dribbling out of the head of my dick, puddling around my foreskin and running over the edge like a leaking dam. 

I know I flushed red with embarrassment and he just laughed at me. “Damn.” Pull back, push in. “You really like that, bro?” Pull out, push in. “You like me finger banging your little butt hole?” Pull out, push in. 

All the while I’m panting and humping my ass back onto his finger as he hit my prostate with every poke. 

He shifted to the side and off of my legs. “Let me see it. Lift your legs.” He said. 

I hesitated, not knowing what the fuck is going on any more but he grabbed one of my legs behind the knee and bent it up over my chest. 

“Come on little bro, it’s already in there, I just want to see.”

I lifted my other leg and drew both knees to my chest, fully opening my ass to him and he started pushing and pulling his finger in and out of me again. His finger is really dry and it started to burn so my whole body stiffened and I told him to stop again. 

He leaned down towards my ass and dribbled some spit onto his finger and it ran down onto my hole and he twisted his finger inside me and the spit spread around my hole. When he started banging in and out again it didn’t burn and I relaxed back into it.

“Fuck, that’s weird. It keeps doing this…” he said and lifted his other hand and circled his finger to his thumb and squeezed the circle his finger made smaller then bigger. “It’s like it’s trying to pull my finger further in.”

He stared at his finger sliding in and out of my hole like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. 

“How does it feel?” He asked, and I grunted at him in frustration. 

“Shut up.” I muttered. 

“I’m just asking bro. I mean, it must feel good ’cause you’re fucking rock hard and you’re leaking all the way down to your balls now.”

“Shut. Up.” I said louder. 

“It’s better when I did it like this, right?” He crooked his finger up into my prostate again and kept fucking in and out of my ass.

“Oh fuck.” I moaned, tossing my head to the side so I couldn’t see him. It was so fucked up because my brother had his finger up my ass and that is super not cool, but god damn it felt so fucking good, I just couldn’t look at his face while he did it. I didn’t know whether to cry or the cum. “Please shut the fuck up.”

“Okay, okay. I get it. It’s fucking weird but kinda cool too, right?”

I saw him look up at me, grinning like a fucking lunatic, then he leaned down and spit on his finger again and looked back at me. The next time he pushed forward I felt like I was spreading even wider and felt fuller than before, and it was perfect. 

“Oh fuck!” He said, giggling. “There’s two in it! Holy shit that so fucking funny.”

I couldn’t do anything but lay there and pant as he pushed two of his fingers in and out of my hole. I swear to god I’ve never felt anything like that before and it was making me fucking crazy. 

“Are you going to cum? Jack your dick bro.” He told me, his voice a little husky. 

I didn’t even think to protest, I just did what he told me to and grabbed my dick and started jacking. All the precum that had leaked out spread as my hand slid up and down, completely slicking my dick, it felt better than any lotion I’d used before. 

I pumped my dick as he pumped his fingers in my ass, slowly increasing the speed, after a minute he was nearly slamming his hand against my ass cheeks with every thrust. 

“Unnnh, unnnh,” I moaned as I felt myself getting close to cuming, my hips worked back into his hand as I jacked myself. The harder he jammed into me the better it felt and the more responsive I became. He must have taken that as a sign from me because he kept slamming away. 

“Come on bro, I wanna see you cum” He said, sounding excited. 

I couldn’t speak so I just nodded my head as I panted and moaned. 

“Oh god, oh god. I’m gonna cum!” I yelled then just started moaning and thrashing around on his fingers and I shot into the air. Rope after rope of sticky white cum splashed my stomach as my whole body quivered. 

“Stop. Stop.” I begged. “It’s too much.” But being the asshole that he is, he kept finger banging me until my load was completely spent, and even then all he did was slow down. 

I melted into the mattress, breathing heavy and sweating while he kept working his fingers in and out, still staring at my hole as it stretched around his digits. 

“That’s so fucking weird.” He said still giggly. 

I couldn’t take it; the sensations my body was feeling, or his stupid fucking giggling, and I scooted up the bed and pulled my ass off his fingers. 

“Dude shut the fuck up. Why do you have to keep talking about it? Just shut up.” I said and felt the heat of embarrassment washing up my neck and face. 

“Come on bro, it’s alright.” He said as he sat up at the edge of my bed. “Yea, you just busted a nut from your ass getting fingered, but it’s obvious you liked it, I mean, look at all the cum you shot. And it was kinda cool the way your ass hole kept squeezing around my fingers.”

I looked down at my stomach and saw that there really was a lot of cum. It was leaking down my body and dripping on the bed. 

“Damn.” I said in wonder. “I’ve never shot that much.”

“Haha! I guess it really is a magic spot.”

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About a week went by and we didn’t talk about what happened. At first, he would give me some weird looks…kind of like he was thinking of something as he stared at me and I’d see his eyes drift down towards my crotch and then back up to my face, but he never said anything. Just looked at me like a creeper. 

Then one night after I’d showered and was getting ready for bed, he came into my room standing awkwardly by the doorway. 

“What’s up?” He asked, staring off to the side. 

I gave him a what-the-fuck-are-you-doing look and said, “Nothing, just going to bed.” I waved at my bed like, duh. 

“Oh.” He said and just stood there until it was about to get awkward. 

Right as I was about to tell him to get the fuck out of my room he says, “So.” Weird pause. “So, uh, so are you gonna, you know, jack off or something?”

I was confused for a second and then that finger fucking massive orgasm night popped in my head and my dick started getting hard. But only a little. 

“I don’t know.” I said uncomfortably. “Haven’t thought about it. Not really horny or anything.”

“Well, you don’t have to be horny to jack off.” Uncomfortable chuckle. “Sometimes I jack off just to be jacking off. You know, cause I’m bored. Or whatever.”

“Are you bored?” I asked him. 

He shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know.” Pause. “Are you?”

I’m about 99.9% sure that I know what he was getting at, and my dick continues to get hard, but also I started feeling all creepy thinking that my brother is going to ask me if I wanted to do that again. 

“I guess. I don’t know.”

He kind of shifted and then perked up like he just, that very second, came up with the greatest idea ever. 

“Hey! Ya know that thing we did before?”

I just sat there staring at him. Damn I thought to myself he IS going to ask.

It’s my turn to shrug and look down at the ground. “Yea.” I answer weakly. 

“We could, you know…I mean, you kind of liked it, obviously, cause you came like a fucking horse or something, and I just thought maybe…” And he did this weird wobble thing with his head and shrugged again. 

I looked anywhere but at him because, yes I had gotten a little turned on, but fuck it’s so weird it being my brother. Or hell, any guy for that matter. Kenny had gotten head from a girl when he did it. I didn’t even get head. And then the image of my brother giving me head while fingering me popped in my head and I blushed, but also…

“I don’t know man…” I started but he interrupted me. 

“Listen, I’ll grab your laptop and we’ll watch some porn and, ya know, if you get horny maybe you’ll want to jack off then.” 

Without waiting for me to respond he brought my laptop over to the bed and climbed on the back side of my bed, it looked like he dropped something on the other side of himself but I couldn’t see what it was. When he opened the laptop and got a porn video loaded up I just kind of laid down and watched the screen. The video played for a few seconds and then he shook his head and started typing in the search bar, loading up a different video, this one a little more “hardcore”, it just started straight into a guy railing some chic. 

This one played for about a minute, but just as my dick was getting fully hard from watching he breathed out an exaggerated sigh and started typing again. 

This one loaded up and before it even started playing he had already leaned back against the headboard of my bed like he was certain it’s the one and I watched as it started loading up. 

The first minute or so played and I realized something. This was a gay porn. It started with two guys shirtless on a basketball court and about  a minute in one of them was on their knees with a dick half way down his throat. My eyes went wide and I slowly looked around to my brother but he just fidgeted a little and acted like he didn’t notice me looking at him. 

I turned back to the screen and just stared in shock as the scene had already changed and now one guy was bent over at the waist and the other was licking his ass hole. 

My brother shifts the laptop onto the mattress between us and I notice he was pushing his hands in his lap, trying to hide his hard on by pressing it down flat against his leg. 

The guy in the video doing the ass licking started working a finger into the other guy’s ass, pushing it in just to the first knuckle then pulling down while he licked around the opening of his hole, like he’s trying to pry the guy’s hole open wider with his finger so he could stick his tongue in. I was completely shocked when the ass hole started to gape open and you could kind of see inside the guy! Shocked, I said! Not at all turned on. Nope. 

My brother fidgeted beside me and I could see that his dick is definitely hard and another wave of lust…er, shock…washed up my spine. 

“Weird, huh.” He said, nodding at the screen. “Wonder how it just opens up like that?” 

That was the most awkward I’d ever heard my brother’s voice sound. 

“You feeling like jacking yet?” He stammered quietly. 

Correction, that was the most awkward I’d ever heard my brother’s voice sound. 

I just kept watching the screen as the guy started working two and then three fingers in his friend’s ass. 

Friend. Ha! I bet they don’t even really know each other. And by the way his fingers were digging in his ass I’m positive they’re not brothers. 

My brother’s hand started moving around on his crotch, squeezing and pulling his dick just enough that I could see his hand moving. Holy shit, my brother was actually laying beside me playing with his dick. But that’s not as weird as the thought that just hit me…

“Did you already know about this video?” I asked him, suspicious of how this type of porn just happened to pop up when he typed in a search. 

“Naw. I mean, not this specific video.”

“But you search for guy finger fucking another guy videos. Because nothing like this has ever just popped up before when I watched porn.”

He fidgeted and pushed down on his dick again. “Well, not necessarily, but I mean it is hot though, right? How his ass just squeezes back into place? Like, it’s all open like that and then..” he made a weird squishy sound…”it just sucks back to normal or whatever.”

“So you’re into guy’s assholes now? Did fingering my ass make you gay?”

“No!” He yelled defensively. “I’m not gay, or whatever. It’s not like I’m going to go around poking random guy’s ass holes or anything. It’s just weird and kinda cool, ya know?”

I huff at him. “So what? Just mine?” And damn why does that turn me on so much. “You’re only gay for my ass hole?”

“You liked it first fucker! It was your own finger in there before it was mine. I was just, you know, helping my brother finish, or whatever. And that’s not gay.”

“Whatever man. Just shut up and watch the stupid porn.”

It actually was kind of hot watching these two guys go at each other, and as much as I tried to deny it, it’s also hot that my brother was beside me and I knew his dick was hard thinking about my ass hole. I finally gave in and started rubbing my dick through my boxers. You’d have thought there was a target on my dick the way my brother’s head shot around when he noticed my hand moving. He watched me for a second then reached over and started tugging my boxers off. 

“Here.” Is all he said as he pulled them down my legs, moving between them after he tugged them off my feet. I wrapped my hand around my dick and started tugging on it, trying really hard to keep my eyes on the video, but with him just crouching there between my legs, staring at me jacking off, my ass hole started twitching. I really really really wanted his fingers in my ass again so I could cum like I did that first time. 

He reached over and for a split second I thought he was going for my dick, but his hand went to my thigh and he pushed them back. 

“Spread your legs some more, you know, get comfortable.” He told me. 

I opened my legs as wide as I could and his hands rolled up my thighs then swung down and cupped my balls. He rolled them in his hand, pulling down on them a little, then he started rubbing up and down my taint, his hand drifted lower each time until he was rubbing in the crack of my ass and then grazed over my hole. 

He reached over to his side of the bed and picked up a little bottle. “I brought this. Is that okay?”

I look over and he’s holding lube. That cheap astroglide stuff you can get at Walmart. I nodded my head and turned back to the video. 

He put a little dollop of lube on his fingertip and started rubbing it over my hole, rubbing in circles around the rim but not going in yet. His finger kept tracing circles, then started flicking up and down, then in circles again. Was he being a tease?

I finally felt pressure against my hole and tried to relax, but all he was doing was rubbing over my hole a little harder than before. He kept this up long enough for the anticipation…and frustration…to start getting to me and I was about ready to scream at him, stop teasing and stick it in! when his finger broke through and he pushed all the way in with one push. 

I let out a startled, “Oh!” because there was no burning or pain, his finger just slid straight into my ass and right to my prostate. I looked at him and he was smiling like he was the most clever brother in the world…and he kinda was. 

“Ha. It’s the lube bro. Makes it so much better.”

“Uh huh.” I agreed and nodded my head. “It didn’t even burn that time.”

“Would it be weird if I told you I googled it to find out how to make it better?”

“Shut up.”

“Right.” He answered and focused back on his finger and my hole. He started working that finger in, twisting it inside me, and every time he rolled over my spot I gasped. 

His mouth split in a cocky grin as he did it again, making my leg jerk. Master Finger Banger after one google search, I thought to myself and rolled my eyes. 

He went at me slower this time than the last, staring at his finger as it disappeared in and out of my ass, watching my hole as it tightened and squeezed his finger. I couldn’t figure out why it fascinated him so much, but when those shocks of pleasure rolled over my body, I really didn’t give a damn!

When he grabbed the lube bottle again I figured he was ready to go for two fingers and I prepared myself for the burn; but again, there wasn’t any, only the feeling of being stretched and being more full inside. God it felt good. I started wondering if I would be able to handle three fingers, but there’s no way in hell I’d ask him to try it. So I just laid there slowly jacking my dick and let my brother finger fuck me. 

He was doing less of the hitting my prostate and more just driving his fingers in and out, going at a slow, steady pace, then he’d slam into me fast and deep and I’d feel his hand hitting my cheeks when he bottomed out, then he’d slow it back down. I gave up feeling weird about it and just fucking enjoyed it. 

I had stopped paying attention to the video completely, resting my head on the pillows with my eyes closed and working my dick, but then his hand stopped moving. I waited a few seconds, thinking maybe his hand was tired and he was resting, hell I don’t know. When I finally lifted my head to look I saw him watching the video and I glanced over at the screen. 

The guys had moved from fingering and eating ass and now one was on on all fours and the other was behind him, fucking him in the ass doggy style. The guy would push his rather fat dick all the way in the guy’s ass, then pull completely out for a second before pushing right back in, all the way to the balls. Each time he pulled his dick out the hole would stay open, like it was just waiting for the dick to come back in. The guy did that several more times, and then he slid all the way in and started just hammering the guy’s ass. His thighs made loud slapping sounds every time their bodies connected, as his balls swung back and forth. 

My dick twitched in my hand while I thought, I wonder how deep you could actually go inside a guy’s ass? The guy’s dick looked huge so you can go pretty deep, but can you go deeper than that? And when I say I thought “inside a guy’s ass” I was, in fact, thinking of my own ass. And why was that not weird to me. 

I rocked my ass down onto my brother’s fingers and that brought his focus from the screen back to me and he kind of made this weird, awkward laughing sound and started working his fingers again. He stroked in and out of my ass a few times then pulled his fingers completely out. 

“Holy shit, it works!” He said and was grinning at my hole. He pushed his fingers in as far as they’d go and I groaned and then he pulled them all the way out again. 

Another giggle.

“What are you laughing at?” I asked him irritably. 

“When I pull my fingers out it stays open like that.” He said and nodded towards the laptop. “You’re not as wide as his because, you know, it’s fingers and not a huge dick, but it still stays open.” He kept pushing all the way in, then pulling out and stared at my hole as it stayed open, completely fascinated. 

“I’m glad your dick isn’t as big as that or you’d want to try sticking it in me next.” I say as sarcastically as I can so he knew I was joking. I didn’t want to actually accuse my brother of wanting to fuck me but at this point would I say no?

“Well,” he said, pausing to look back at the screen. “I’m probably as long but definitely not as thick.”

Why did that knowledge make my skin break out in goosebumps? I realized I’d never actually seen my brother naked with his dick hard so I couldn’t actually challenge him. So what actually came out was…

“So, it’s longer than your fingers?” Remembering my contemplation of the depth of a man’s -my- ass hole, now I wondered how far his dick would go in me. 

“Ha!” He laughed. “Yea, a lot fucking longer.”

I took that in and just stayed quiet about it and just got back to jacking off while he kept playing with my ass. 

He looked up at me after a minute and said, “Do you want to see?”

“I’m not that flexible.” I said, thinking he meant my open hole. 

He looked confused for a second then replied, “No, I meant my dick. You want to see it?”

Why are we both acting so shy and nervous about him pulling his dick out? He’s steadily fucking my ass with his fingers while I stroke my dick right above where his face is. It’s not like that would be any more weirder. 

“Yea. That’d be okay.” I mutter. 

He wiggled around, fighting with his own boxers one handed while his fingers stayed in my ass. His bouncing and jostling around made his fingers hit my spot, and I really don’t mind it at all. In fact, the whole thought of him not pulling his fingers out while he’s getting naked is pretty damn hot. 

He’s finally naked, crouched between my legs, but I still couldn’t see his dick. He acted like his fingers were permanently attached to my ass, so he just kind of skooched his legs up so his knees were pushing against my thighs, slid them a little higher and opened me up a little more, and he leaned forward so his dick popped into view, he was so close it nearly touched my own. . 

He grabbed it with his free hand and stroked it a few times. 

“See.” He turned back to the video where the guys were now fucking in missionary position and I felt my heart almost stop as I realized they were in pretty much the same position we were in. “Pretty much the same length, his is just way fatter than mine. It wouldn’t open your hole as much as that guys. About the same as three fingers would do.” 

He sat his butt down on his feet and kept fingering me, looking at my hole very contemplatively. I wondered to myself if he was thinking the same thing I was…wondering if he could stretch me out enough for three fingers. And, you know, if three fingers would fit then would his dick really fit the same way?

Maybe he wasn’t thinking that at all. Maybe I was just being the fucking perv thinking about my brother fucking me. 

But I was, and it was so fucking hot. 

He reached for the lube again at the same time he said, “Can I…” he paused, looked up at me then looked away. “I mean, never mind..” He set the lube back down. 

“No, what?” I ask, trying not to sound so anxious while the whole time thinking please ask if you can shove three fingers in me. 

“If I use more lube, because the lube seemed to help a lot, could I…Do you think you could…”

“Fucking hell, will you spit it out!”

“I want to try three fingers.” He said, and looked away from me. 

“I mean, the lube did make it easier, so…” he looked up at me expectantly and I had never, ever before in my life, thought of my brother as hot, but something about him as he looked up at me from between my legs, as his knees pushed against my thighs and spread my legs wide open, as his fingers steadily worked my ass, and my drooling dick stuck up in the air between us, made me decide in that moment that my brother is hot as fuck and I wanted him to shove three fingers in my ass. I was almost ready to admit to wanting him to shove his dick in my ass, but only almost. 

“Yea?” He asked and he looked like he was trying not to sound too excited about it. 

I pushed my ass back against his fingers, looked at him in what I hoped was a sexy, vulnerable expression, and answered, “Yea.”

He couldn’t grab the lube fast enough! He opened the bottle and squirted a little on his fingers and started twisting his hand again. 

“Can you kinda use a lot?” I ask, sounding and feeling very vulnerable all of a sudden. 

He added more lube, and then added more fingers into my ass. The stretching feeling was intense and it made me flop my head back onto the pillow and grunt, but still not in pain. I guess he’d worked my ass long enough that it was pretty relaxed or something because his third finger went right in with no problems, no burning and no pain. 

“Fuuuuck.” He said drawing it out, his eyes wide as my ass opened for him. He slid forward slowly until all three of his fingers were buried in me. He held them there for a few seconds before he started working them slowly in and out of me. 

I couldn’t control my body and I started thrashing around, jamming my ass down on his hand as his crooked fingers hit my spot over and over and gloriously over. The feeling became so intense that I thought I was going to scream so I pulled my pillow from under my head and covered my face with it and nearly cried from the pleasure. It was just so fucking much sensation that my body and my brain couldn’t handle it. God, I was in fucking heaven and my brother was my finger banging Angel of lust!

He must have gotten worried he was hurting me because he pulled out and I heard him saying something like, “Are you okay?” but all I wanted was his fingers back inside me. 

I pulled the pillow off my face to scream at him to get back to finger fucking me now, but my throat had gone dry and all that came out was, “Fuck me now!”

I swear, in that instance, his eyes changed from my brothers deep brown eyes to the red and glowing eyes of a fuck demon. He grabbed the lube and started smearing it on his dick, his hand flew up and down his shaft, coating every inch. 

I must have looked shocked at what he was about to do because he looked at me and for a split second I saw doubt on his face before determination set in and he moved right up between my legs, lined his dick up with my hole and pushed in.

“I’ll go slow, I swear!” He said when he sank in me and his head rolled back

Before I could draw a breath to protest he had his entire dick buried into my body. I pushed against his chest, stopping him mid motion. 

“I meant your fingers!” I said breathlessly. 

“Oh.” He sounded very disappointed as he looked down at where his shaft stuck out of my ass. “OH! I’m sorry!” He sounded so ashamed and my hot as fuck brother pulled his dick out of me and leaned back away from me. 

“No!” I shouted, grabbing at his legs, trying to pull him back to me. “Don’t…I didn’t say stop I was just saying I meant your fingers, but that was okay too, if you want to keep going.” I almost pleaded with him. His dick inside me, his hips pushed against my crotch, his balls laying against my ass cheeks, all of that had felt fucking amazing. 

My hot as fuck brother looked so uncertain as he leaned forward again and asked, “Yea? You’re sure? I mean, I’ll totally fuck you but it’s kind of, you know, maybe a little weird? That I want to fuck my brother?” He said. “I mean I want to, or whatever, if you do. It’s just, you know, we’re both guys, and you’re like my brother. Well, not like my brother, you are my brother, and I sooo want to fuck you and watch your ass hole open up around my dick. Or whatever.”

Fuck! He is so fucking hot and I wanted him to fuck me more than I wanted to breath. I grabbed his dick and pulled him back in line with my hole and pressed the head into me. 

“Yes!” I kind of growled. “Right now, I want my brother to fuck me and watch his dick spead me open, now get in me!”

He grinned the most sexy, wicked grin and pushed back in with a little force until his balls slapped against my ass. 

“Uhhhh!” I yelled and stared him straight in the eyes. 

He pulled back and slammed into me again. He started fucking me with a deep, steady pace, all the while he looked me dead in the eyes. 

“Is that okay? If I fuck you a little hard, is it okay?”

In answer, I lifted my knees to my chest, angled my ass a little higher in hopes that he would go deeper, and I grabbed his thighs just below his ass and pulled him forward and drove him deep into my guts. 

He started laughing. “Holy shit. I’m butt fucking my little brother.” 

And fuck me he did! I think he tried to copy the video because he would fuck me slow and steady for a minute, then absolutely pound my ass into the mattress for a minute and he kept switching back and forth between slow and easy and trying to fuck my ass completely off my body. 

I gave up trying to hold onto him and braced my hands against the headboard behind me while he completely destroyed me. It was very obvious that he was in control and I was just along for the ride…and I was fucking fine with that!

After a minute he pulled out and stared at my hole gaping open at him. 

“Fuuuuck!” He said and pushed three fingers in, and then all four and they fit! Barely, but he got them in just a little. 

“Turn over,” he said. “On your hands and knees.”

I did as I was told, I propped up on hands and knees and looked back over my shoulder at him. 

“You’re kind of fucking hot like that bro.” He slapped my ass and the sting was fucking beautiful! “Why are you so hot looking at me like that?” He asked and then pushed his dick back in my ass so hard he drove me forward and I fell forward on my elbows, leaving my ass sticking up in the air. This angle was perfect and as he started fucking me steadily again, the entire length of his dick dragged across my spot. It hit like a nonstop pleasure burst and my insides felt like they were on fire. 

I shoved my face in my pillow and moaned and groaned and grunted like a fucking animal as my brother fucked me senseless. 

My balls slowly drew up and I could feel an orgasm building and I sat up and looked back at him in shock. 

“I’m going to fucking cum!” I almost shouted. 

“Yea, cum bro. I’m close too.”

“No!” I shook my head frantically as he kept fucking me. “I’m not jacking my dick and I’m still about to cum.”

He looked up at my hands holding onto my pillow and said, “Holy shit.”

It was building higher inside me, my balls had almost drawn up into my body and I started slamming myself back against his thrusts. The shaking started in my legs and worked its way up until my whole body felt like it was vibrating.  And I came. 

I came while my brother fucked my ass without touching my dick. I didn’t know that was possible. All of it seemed so unreal. Hot blasts flew from my dick, puddling up on the bed beneath me. I could feel my abused ass twinge as it clenched around my brothers dick and god it felt amazing. 

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” My brother chanted, he fucked me faster as he got close to cuming. “You’re squeezing my dick with your ass.” 

“I can’t help it!” I said defensively. 

“No, keep doing it. I’m going to cum.”

Before I could ask if he was going to pull out before he came he answered me by grabbing my hips and driving his dick into me and I swear I felt his dick jerking as it convulsed inside me. I felt hot bursts of cum blasting inside my guts and I almost could have cum again!

He started slowly sliding in and out of me as he filled me with his cum, his dick dragged some of it out of my ass when he pulled backwards. I felt it leaking down my thighs.  

He collapsed forward onto my back and drove me down flat onto the mattress and we both laid there panting, trying to catch our breath, his dick still inside my ass. 

“Holy mother of fuck.” He said breathlessly against my neck, his hot breath on my sweat-damp skin gave me goosebumps. 

“Yea.” I agreed. “That.” 

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The next day was the weirdest for me. I kept thinking back to the finger bang orgasm and last night’s fuck orgasm but there was really no comparison. His fingers in my ass felt incredible, and up until then that was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had; but when my ass was filled with his dick and he was slamming it in and out of me, and feeling the weight and solidness of him on and against me, it was like my entire body felt the orgasm. 

I had never had sex with a girl so I didn’t know how it would compared, but when I tried to imagine what a girl could do to me that would make me feel that strong an orgasm, I couldn’t come up with anything. Yea, she could put a finger in my ass, but I’d felt that from the first time, and being fucked was on such a higher level I couldn’t imagine only ever cuming like that again. 

Naturally, I started wondering if it made me gay that I liked being fucked in the ass so much, and ya know, I really didn’t care! If that was how having sex with a guy was going to be like I’d take all the dicks in the world. The other thing I worried about was the incest. My brother had fucked me until he came inside my ass, and I probably still had some of his cum inside me that next day. I felt dirty, but I couldn’t lie and say that I didn’t like feeling dirty. 

My brother didn’t seem bothered by any of it at all. The next day he gave me a few wicked grins, and he slapped my ass when I first saw him that morning, but other than that he just went about the day like nothing had happened between us. I don’t know why but that bothered me more than I would admit. I felt like I had had a life changing event and he acted like it was just another day. Maybe having been the fucker was different than having been  the fuckee. 

Either way, I was definitely down for getting fucked again, I just wasn’t sure if I could go to him and ask him for it. 

What about other guys I knew? I knew I wouldn’t be able to outright ask them to fuck me, but could I be smooth enough to seduce one of them into doing it? I doubted I could. I wasn’t quite ready to be the town bitch…just yet. 

Several days went by and I kept expecting my brother to come back to my room for round two, but he didn’t. 

After a week, still nothing. He hadn’t started acting differently around me so I was not worried about that, but I did start wondering if maybe it was all a mistake. 

Friday nights are my parent’s “parent night”, they would get together with other parents in our neighborhood and either go out or they gathered up at someone’s house and do whatever parents do, and my brother and I would usually go out with friends or have friends over and play games and eat pizza or whatever. 

This Friday I decided to stay home and chill and my brother said he was having some guys over for games, so we planned to order pizzas and waited for them to show up. 

I was in my room playing a game on my laptop when I heard my brother from downstairs talking to someone so I figured his friends had shown up. I played for a little longer, getting to a good save point and about twenty minutes later I headed down stairs to find out if pizza had been ordered. 

I didn’t see anyone in the living room so I headed down into the basement where we had the game consoles set up and I found my brother and Kenny sitting on the couch in front of the TV with controllers in their hands. 

“Did you order yet?” I ask my brother. I tried not to imagine Kenny; tall, athletic, really good looking Kenny, with a finger in his ass as he got head, but I failed. Things in asses is about all I could think about lately. 

“Naw, not yet.” He answered, not taking his eyes off the game. “Come grab the card and call it in.”

I walked around the couch and he kind of shifted his hips to the side, angling one of his legs towards me. I just stood there and looked at him for a second. 

“The card is in my pocket, grab it out.”

“Just hand me the fucking card.” I told him, annoyed. 

“Pfft.” He scoffed, “I’m not letting this asshole beat me!”

Kenny. Asshole. My mind immediately dives into the ditch and my dick twinges a little. 

“Fucking hell.” I said and stepped over and reached into his pocket for the card. 

“Ooo! That’s not the card!” He joked and he and Kenny both laughed.

“Yea, but it’s the same size as the card and I got them confused.” I cut back and stepped away. 

“Oh my god,” he starts in a having sex kind of voice, “push it deeper!” He joked and started laughing, then Kenny started laughing, and I vaguely remembered that’s one of the things I had babbled at him when he fucked me. 

I froze in place and glared at him, then I looked at Kenny wondering if my brother told him. 

“That’s what she always says to me after she reaches in my pocket.” He said then looked up at me with that wicked grin. 

I relax a little. “Whatever. Who else is coming?” I asked and grabbed my phone to call in the pizza. 

“Heh. He said cuming.” Kenny quirked. 

“Everyone else bailed so it’s just the three of us.” My brother said and made this weird face at me, like ‘you would already know this’ or something. 

Later when the pizza arrived I carried it down to the basement and put it on the coffee table and they paused the game and grabbed a slice. 

“Here, sit down.” My brother said and slid towards his end of the couch, making just enough room for me to fit in between them. 

I walked around and as I was about to sit down he grabbed my arm and tugged me off balance and I fell on his lap. He immediately started thrusting his hips and pushed his crotch up into my ass and made fuck noises. I felt his bulge push into my ass and shivered a little and almost moaned out loud. He and Kenny chuckled as I slid off his lap onto the couch and punched his arm. 

“Asshole.”

“Naw, but if you take your shorts off it would’ve been in your asshole.”

I glared at him, my eyes bugging out, and he just grinned at me, and nodded his head towards Kenny. I couldn’t believe he would act that way in front of his friend. He might as well have told him we had fucked. 

Naturally, Kenny laughed at his joke and tried to join in on the fun. He slid a hand under my ass and bent a finger up like he was trying to poke my ass. I don’t know what it was with their aim, but his finger pressed right against my hole. 

“Yea man, you’ve got a cute ass. Take them shorts off and let’s see it.”

He and my brother laughed as I get up and moved to a chair on the side. 

“Fuck you both.” I said and started eating my pizza. 

“Fuck us?” My brother said and threw a hand to his chest in mock shock. “Fuck us, he says!” He turned to Kenny. “Can you believe the disrespect? Like we wouldn’t be the ones to do the fucking!”

Kenny chuckled stupidly around a mouth full of pizza. “You should teach him some manners.”

“I think you’re right!” My brother stood up, dropped his pizza crust back on the box and turned towards me. “I need to teach you some manners little brother.” He rushed at me and reached behind me and grabbed the waistband of my shorts at the back and snatched them from under me, pulling the back of my shorts down and dragged them around the front so that they were basically just holding on around my thighs. He set both his hands on the backs of my knees and pushed my legs up and I felt cool air on my ass and balls. 

“What the fuck are you doing!” I yell at him, trying to shove him off me as he bumps his crotch into my naked ass like he’s fucking me. Even as tingles spark from my ass and travel up to my dick, I try to fight him off as I look over at Kenny who’s sitting there dumbstruck, but I notice he’s got a hand on his crotch. 

My brother’s dick has gotten hard and I could feel it pressing into the crack of my ass. 

“I want to fuck you so bad right now.” My brother whispers to me. I look up at him in shock. “Can I?” 

I shook my head no, eyes wide, and looked at Kenny then back at my brother. He looked over his shoulder and when he turned back to me he was grinning. 

“He don’t care.” He was still whispering. “I fucked him too. But you might like his dick, it’s really thick.” He ground into my ass as he said all of this. 

“Holy shit.” Kenny said and I looked at him again. His dick is definitely hard and he is pulling on it through his shorts. “Are you fucking your brother?” 

My brother chuckled and said, “Not yet.” All the while staring in my eyes as he ground into my ass. 

“Please, no.” I whispered to him. 

He shifts back just enough to pull his dick and balls over the top of his waistband and then pressed it into my ass crack and slid it up and down. The head caught around the rim of my hole and I felt it press into me as it slid across. 

“Please, yes?” He whispered back. 

My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned softly. 

Kenny got to his feet, his dick jutted out in front of him as he walked over beside us. He looked down at where my brother’s dick was grinding into my ass and he started pulling his dick again. 

“You really going to fuck him?” He asked. 

“I don’t know,” he said slowly as he pushed his dick harder into the crack of my ass, “am I going to fuck you bro?” He took his dick in his hand and lined it up with my hole and stabbed forward a few times, enough for me to feel the pressure of it each time he pushed against hole. 

I moaned again and my dick started to get hard. Kenny looked down at me when I moaned, I liked how I felt powerless as they both towered over me. 

“I know what you mean dude. It feels pretty good, huh?” Kenny said to me. 

“I can’t believe you’re fucking doing this.” I said to my brother, but my hips rolled and pushed back against him. 

“We don’t have to bro. It’s all up to you.”

He leaned forward and dropped a little spit on my hole and rubbed it around with his dick and when he pushed forward again the head almost popped into my ass. 

I moaned and closed my eyes so I couldn’t see Kenny standing there watching my brother push his dick into me…even though it was really hot that my brother wanted to fuck me with him there watching. I felt so trashy, but I really wanted him to fuck me. 

“Yea, yea.” I panted. “Fuck me.” It came out weak, barely audible. 

 He pushed his dick forward and held it there.  “What’s that?” He teased his dick back and forth across my hole. “I couldn’t hear you.”

Was he trying to make me beg? Asshole. 

“I said fuck me.” I said clearly and stared in his face defiantly. 

He got up, not bothering to tuck his dick away, and said, “Be right back.” And ran off upstairs. 

I was confused for a second, but I just stayed there with my legs drawn up feeling awkward. Just as I was about to drop my legs Kenny reached over and rubbed my ass. 

“You really do have a cute ass dude.” His hand moved like he was going towards my ass hole but then hesitated.  

“Thanks.” I said awkwardly. 

He smiled down at me and started rubbing my cheeks, working closer to my hole. I felt so vulnerable laying there with him standing over me. Kenny was probably over six feet tall and kind of broad so he was a little imposing as it was, but being folded up on a chair with your legs up and your ass sticking out while he stood over you made it even worse…but also pretty fucking hot. He had worked his hand between my cheeks and was flicking his finger tip rapidly back and forth across my hole, making me moan softly, when my brother bounded back down the stairs holding the bottle of lube. He opened it as he came across the room and had his fingers lubed up by the time he crouched on the floor in front of me. He rubbed the slick lube across my hole and pressed a finger against it. 

He looked up at me, eyebrows lifted inquisitively. “Two?” He asked, holding two fingers just at my opening but not moving. 

“Whatever just fucking do it!” I nearly shouted at him, then muttered in frustration, “God damn it.”

“Do it, go for two.” Kenny encouraged. He shifted around to the back side of the chair, stood behind me and took hold on my ankles and lifted them towards my head. My back rolled as he did it and pushed my ass higher in the air, basically folding me in half and spreading me wide open for my brother. 

“What the fuck Kenny!” But he just smiled down at me. 

I don’t know why I was complaining, maybe because I felt like I had to or something, but I had been wanting this for weeks…getting fucked again…not the part where Kenny basically held me down while my brother did it. That made my dick tingle, though; thinking about a guy holding me down while another guy fucked me. I looked through my spread legs at my brother, watched how intent he was as he started to push his finger into my ass. I concentrated for a second on relaxing my ass as his fingers pushed in, my hole tried to clench up around him but he drove forward quickly, not letting it squeeze him out. I gasped and threw my head back as I stretched and automatically clenched around his invading fingers. My eyes opened and I could see Kenny, leaning forward and watching my brother breach my ass. If there is a facial expression for “turned on”, Kenny was definitely wearing it. The chair back was low enough that I could just see his bulge over the top of it, damn he looked big. Maybe my brother was right. Maybe I was curious about taking his dick since it was so big. 

My brother buried his fingers in me and started twisting his hand. I loved when he did that, and it brought another moan from my lips. 

“Damn.” Kenny said, focusing on my finger speared ass hole. “It does suck around your fingers.”

“I told you dude. Yours did the same way.” My brother said as he looked up at him. 

Kenny kind of shuffled his feet and when I looked up, I could see he was blushing, embarrassed my brother talked about his clenching hole but he didn’t stop watching the action. 

“Watch…” my brother said, and Kenny did, as he added a third finger into me and crooked his fingers up into my spot. I bucked against his hand as best I could in this position, trying to ride deeper onto his fingers. 

“He goes wild when I hit his spot.” He fingers rested on it and he did some kind of wiggle thing and it felt like he was drumming against it. My dick started leaking like mad and I bucked even harder. 

Kenny leaned over, moving right in front of me and I looked at his face hanging upside down in mine. He flicked his tongue out and licked across my lips and tingles ran all over me. Was he going to kiss me?

“I told him that it makes you go wild when he did that to me.” He whispered to me, then pressed his lips against mine. I pucker my lips to kiss back and I felt his tongue slide across my lips and I parted them and his tongue plunged in my mouth. It was awkward kissing upside down, and extra awkward being kissed by a guy, but I was so hot right then I didn’t care. He ran his tongue around my mouth, flicked his over mine then pulled back, looking down at me smiling. I should have paid more attention as my brother fingered my ass but I wanted more kissing, so I pulled his face back down and kissed him again. It was so much better than kissing a girl. 

Yep. I don’t care, I’m totally into guys. 

My brother pulled his fingers out and plunged his dick into me and made me break the kiss and yell out. Kenny looked down and watched as he slid the whole length straight into my ass, stretching me as he filled me up. 

“God damn that’s hot.” He observed and then looked back at me. “You like his dick in your ass?”

I couldn’t make words at that moment so I just nodded. 

“He’s really got you open. I couldn’t see it when he fucked me, but I damn sure felt it.” Kenny rubbed my chest and my stomach while he talked to me, his hand worked lower and lower until he reached my dick. “It felt like I was splitting open at first, but then he started hitting my spot and it was incredible.”

He took my dick in his hand and jacked it, my foreskin slid back and forth across the head as he squeezed just the perfect amount. 

“He made me cum so hard I thought I was going to pass out.” He admitted as he steadily stroked my dick and watched my brother pump in and out. He brought his other hand down and started rubbing around my hole, then he circled his fingers around my brother’s dick while it slid in and out of my ass. “That’s so fucking hot dude.” 

I reached my hands above my head towards his crotch and grabbed his dick. It was about the same length as my brother but he was definitely right, it is way thicker than his. I pulled on it through his shorts, tugging against his fabric covered flesh. 

“Take those off.” I told him as I pulled at his waistband. 

When he got his shorts off I said, “Come here.” He walked around to my side and I could see his dick for the first time. It might be a little shorter than my brother’s, actually, but he was so thick that when I took it in my hand my fingers barely touched when I wrapped my hand around it. I tugged his foreskin forward and when it rolled over the head a drop of precum leaked out of the tip. It hung right on the slit and threatened to drip off and splash onto the floor. I couldn’t let it make a mess on the floor so I flicked my tongue out and licked it off. The salty taste of him spread across my tongue and my mouth started watering; kind of like it was a natural response and prepared my mouth to take his dick it in, and who was I to argue with nature. No one, that’s who, so I leaned towards him and opened my mouth. I didn’t know if I could fit his thickness in my mouth but I was damned sure going to try. I realized I was about to suck his dick and I paused and looked up at him, for permission? I don’t know. But the look on his face said all I needed to hear and I spread my lips over the head of his dick, flicking my tongue out underneath. In the position I was laid, and with my brother fucking me, I couldn’t fit much of him in, which was ok because my lips hurt from the stretch anyway. 

“You’re so fucking hot bro.” My brother said as he watched me try to take Kenny’s dick in my mouth. 

“Yea he is.” Kenny agreed. “I wish I had a little brother to fuck.”

My brother looked up at him with a grin and said, “Hey buddy, you can fuck mine.”

I froze on his dick. Could I take this fucking thing in my ass? It was already making the corners of my lips feel like they were tearing as it tried to stretch around this monster, would it tear my ass too? I don’t know, but I wanted to try. 

“Can I?” He asked me. I pulled off his dick, flicked my tongue over the head as I looked up at him and nodded. He just smiled and stepped back. 

My brother pulled out of me, and grabbed me by the hands and pulled me to my feet. 

“Hands and knees.” He told me. 

I turned my back to Kenny and got down on all fours, looking back over my shoulder at him. 

“Dude. Your ass is so fucking hot.”

“I know, right!” My brother said enthusiastically. “That’s what I told him too.” My brother grabbed the lube bottle and squirted some on Kenny’s dick. He spread it up and down his shaft. I watched, concerned that he didn’t use enough, but as I was about to tell him to use more he turned to my ass and squirted some on me. It felt like it went straight into my body and that was confirmed when he said…

“He’s wide open, let’s just put some right in there.”

Kenny chuckled at my embarrassment, then knelt behind me. I felt his hands rub up and down my back, then draw down and around my hips where he took hold and leaned into me. I felt his massive dick press against my ass and start to slide in. He stretched me again like my brother had at the beginning but all of the lube they’d used let it go in without any burn. 

Kenny slowly pressed forward, going in inch by inch until his balls were resting against mine and just held still for a minute. The feeling of being stretched that much was alarming at first, but then it was just a sense of amazement that I had taken his massive dick so easily. I’m guessing it was because my brother’s dick had opened me up and kept me stretched while he had fucked me that made it so much easier. 

I’ve been pretty detailed about my fingering and fucking experiences so far, but I’m afraid once Kenny started fucking me i can’t really remember much at all. I remember that I was making a lot of noise, I mean a lot a lot, and Kenny told my brother to put something in my mouth to shut me up. My brother chose his dick and I sucked my brother’s dick for the first time. I remember that when Kenny got going my brother egged him on to fuck me harder and harder, and I remember how Kenny slamming into me kept pushing my mouth forward onto my brother’s dick. He was relentless in his fucking. He didn’t switch from slow to fast like my brother had. He started off fucking my hard and deep and he kept fucking me hard and deep until he came, so other than the all consuming feeling of being filled by a fat dick, of being fucked and fucked well by Kenny I don’t remember many other details. 

I do remember swallowing my brother’s cum, and I remember I could feel every twitch of Kenny’s dick when he came inside me; but most profoundly for me, as Kenny collapsed onto my back after he came and I could feel the weight of his sweaty body pressing down on me, hearing his husky grunts and moans as he breathed heavily against my neck, I remember knowing without doubt that guys were it for me. Also, I’m sorry to say it, but I realized as well that size really does matter. Maybe not the length, but most definitely the girth. 

Kenny fucked me again after a couple hours of rest, just before my parents got home, and I sucked my brother off again. That fucking was much more intimate as Kenny fucked me in missionary position and he kissed my mouth, my neck, holding my body tight against his the whole time. My brother fucked me again the next morning when I went into his room and basically just climbed on his dick on my own, but that was the last time I would get to have Kenny’s dick in my ass. 

My brother and I fucked several times a week after that night and I grew to love ass sex. He would initiate most of the times, but many times I would and I’d either ride his dick or he’d fuck me doggy so I could slam back against him when I wanted it rough. 

He called me a power bottom one day, he said he saw it on a porn video and that’s what they called the guy getting fucked the way I liked being fucked. I like the name and decided I was okay with that! 

That night with Kenny played in my head a lot…having my brother’s dick in my mouth while Kenny fucked me. I rationalized in my mind that if one dick was so good, more dicks had to be more good, or whatever, and I started asking my brother if there were any of his other friends who messed around with guys so we could maybe duplicate that night where I had a dick in both holes. He said he didn’t know but would try to feel them out and find out. It turns out there were. Several of them…which leads me to where we are now. 

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It was another Friday parent’s night out and one of my brother’s friends was having some friends over for his birthday; games, pizza, hanging out and all that, and everyone was going to camp out in the woods behind his house. I was younger than all of them but my brother talked them into letting me tag along. I didn’t want to go at first but gave in when he pestered the hell out of me about it. I should have known something was up from how insistent he was, but I was blissfully ignorant. 

My brother’s friend’s parents were off with ours on the parents night so when we showed it was just us guys. Everyone else was already there, there was me and my brother and four others. We all trekked out back to where a couple of tents were set up around a fire pit to drop off sleeping back and whatnot and then went back inside. 

I started feeling out of place, mainly because I was the youngest one there, but also because I didn’t really know any of the guys that well and it seemed they were acting kind of standoffish, and it felt like they just kept staring at me and whispering to one another about me. I kept to myself a little, standing in the kitchen munching a slice of pizza and just watching everyone. The guy whose house we were at was pretty hot, but I kept being drawn back to this one guy and I couldn’t stop staring at him. 

He was taller than Kenny is…really tall guys quickly became a huge turn on for me…probably around six foot four inches or so, just as broad in the shoulders as Kenny but he was built much slimmer than Kenny. Maybe I subconsciously associate his height with having a big dick like Kenny did and that’s why I was feeling drawn to him; but whatever it was, it seemed like every time I was staring at him he would turn around and catch me. 

Other than the tall guy, no one else seemed to pay me any attention at all and I started to really feel out of place standing by myself in the kitchen so the next time my brother came in to grab pizza I quietly asked him how long we were staying, and that I thought I might just head on home. We talked about it for a minute and he agreed to draw me into things more and I agreed to stay, so when he headed back out to the group I followed him. Things did get better and the guys opened up to me a little more, but I was still getting stares and chuckles.

As the night wore on (kinda like this build up…hope it’s not disappointing in the end), I kind of made a game for myself of trying to imagine the guys naked and what their dicks looked like; because, come on, since my brother had turned me on to dick and ass sex, it’s all my horny little mind could think about. I imagined tall guy, who I learned was named Chance, had an almost cartoonishly large dick, like the ones you see in anime henti porn. The hot jock guy named Nick, whose party it was, wasn’t that long but was definitely girthy. Average slim guy, Steven, had an average dick…not too long, not that girthy. Average stocky guy, named Jon, for some reason in my head had a tiny little dick, most likely because he was the biggest asshole and I liked him least. And of course my brother’s dick I was very familiar with. 

At one point I was going to grab myself a drink so I tried being nice and asked if anyone else wanted one, everyone did, so I headed into the kitchen to round them up. I’d pulled them from the fridge and stacked them on the counter and when I started to load them up in my arms to carry them out, a pair of hands appeared on the counter on each side of me and then I was pressed into the edge of the counter. I could feel a body pressing into my back just as someone leaned in beside my ear and said, “I hear you’re thinking about leaving early.” It was Chance talking huskily beside my ear, and I felt him push his crotch forward against my ass. “You should stick around for the camping.”

His breath burned across my ear as he spoke and I couldn’t help the shiver that shook my whole body. My dick immediately reacted and started getting hard as he shifted from his weight from foot to foot, grinding his dick into me as he did it. 

“Yea, no.” I stammered. “I’m gonna stay. Yea.”

“Good.” He pressed into me again and pushed off of my body as he stepped back from me. “Let me grab some of those.” He said and side stepped and picked up a few drinks then turned and left too quickly for me to catch a glimpse of his crotch to see if he was hard. 

Holy fuck was I staying for the camping, I was going to camp so hard! 

Nothing else exciting happened after that, we just sat around bullshitting while some of them took turns on the game. I didn’t play. I was too busy trying to catch a glimpse of Chance’s crotch. I’m pretty sure he was hard when he pressed me into the counter but it was difficult to tell since his height made it to where his dick would’ve been around the top of my ass. Soon enough we gathered up snacks and drinks and headed outside into the trees to the campsite.

It was actually pretty warm night but Nick still started a fire in the fire pit 

“I just like having a fire,” he commented with a shrug, “and worse come worse we can just take our shirts off, or whatever.”

“Yea, or whatever.” Jon said, doing finger quotes when he said ‘whatever’. What a douche. “You’ll be naked in 10 minutes.” And he and the others laughed. 

“Whatever man.” Nick said, laughing along. 

“You stay taking your clothes off! Like, we get it dude, you go to the gym, you’re buff, but that don’t mean you have to strip every chance you get.” 

“You’re just mad you don’t look this good.” He said, then stood and ripped his shirt over his head and started flexing. 

Damn. I thought to myself. He is pretty buff!

“Naw,” Jon said, “it’s just that none of us want to see it when you start flexing your naked ass!”

“Speak for yourself!” My brother said. He was sitting beside Nick and reached over and slapped his ass pretty hard. 

Everyone laughed as Steven added, “Yea, we know about you and asses.” 

I froze. Had he told them about fucking me?

“It’s not my fault Kenny fell and landed on my dick. Over and over and over.” He said the last part while he pumped his hips with every ‘over’.

I nervously laughed along with the others, but I noticed Chance was staring at me again while Jon and Steven started telling stories about different times Nick had gotten naked for no good reason. I laughed at the appropriate times even though I was completely distracted by Chance. I was really getting turned on by the way he’d stare and smile while raking his eyes over my body. I started chanting a little prayer in my head tat I’d get to share a tent with him and maybe get a hold of his dick. 

I had tuned out everything else that was going on until a loud, high pitched squeal made me snatch my head around to see a naked Nick, his shorts puddled around his ankles, body tensed and bowing forward with my brother standing behind him grinning his evil grin. 

I noticed Nick’s dick hanging low over his balls, it looked soft but was still a pretty decent length. The way his muscles were tensed up you could see his six pack, his chest, and his thighs were very developed. 

“What the fuck?” Chance asked, apparently as clueless as I was. 

“Hahahaha!” Steven laughed. “I can’t believe you did it dude!”

Jon looked at Chance, smirking. “While you were checking out junior’s ass, Nick was talking shit and bent over and now he’s got a finger in his ass.”

My brother just stood there with a look of innocence on his face. “What dude? You said your ass was too tight and I wasn’t fast enough. Guess I proved you wrong on both sides.” Every few seconds he’d cut his eyes at Nick and Nick would twitch all over. I’m betting he was flexing his finger and hitting his spot because Nick’s dick started swelling, on its way to getting hard. 

Chance had gotten up and was walking towards the two of them. He stepped behind Nick and looked at where my brother’s hand was held against his ass then moved in front of Nick and reached down and slid his hand under his dick and bounced it a few times. 

“I think he likes it boys, his dick is getting hard.”

“Keep touching it and it’s going to do more than get hard.” Nick joked, not looking quite as uncomfortable now. His body had relaxed and he was just standing there with my brother’s finger still in his ass, his dick resting on the palm of Chance’s hand. Chance wrapped two fingers and thumb around the base and shook it, then pulled on it, stretching it out and away from Nick’s crotch. 

“Not bad dude, but I think I’ve got you beat.”

I was so focused on Nick’s dick in Chance’s hand that I didn’t notice until then that Chance was sporting a bit of wood himself, and when I looked closer I saw my brother definitely was. 

“So we’re comparing dicks now? Very juvenile of you.” Steven said, looking like he was pouting. 

“Aw, come on Number Two, don’t get your panties in a wad.” My brother taunted, and now Steven was definitely pouting. 

“Why are you talking so much shit?” Jon pipped in with his cocky attitude. “You’re not the biggest.”

“Well, that is still to be seen, ain’t it?” Chance asked, grabbing his crotch and tugging. 

“Is that a challenge dude?” Jon asked, he stood up and started working on his bulge. 

I was already completely hard, enjoying all the testosterone floating through the air. The only one who didn’t seem down with what was going on was Steven. 

Chance dropped Nick’s dick and pulled his shirt over his head and was reaching for the waistband of his shorts and said, “Bring it on, Little Buddy!”

Chance wasn’t ripped and muscled like Nick was. His body was slim and his waist tapered above his hips, no sign of body fat but obviously not a gym rat like Nick. 

“Fuck dude!” Nick said with a sigh, his whole body trembling as my brother pulled his finger out of his ass. 

“I’ll get in on this action.” My brother said and started taking his clothes off too. 

That left me and Steven, both still sitting and fully dressed, just watching as the three of them stripped down naked. I looked over at him and was going to make a joking comment about them acting like cavemen, but the expression on his face somehow made me feel bad for him. He really wasn’t enjoying this at all. 

Well, I was enjoying it enough for both of us!

“Hey Junior, you know why we call him Number 2?” Jon asked me, in full asshole mode. “It’s because he has a little pencil dick.”

I looked up to see Chance looking my way. He crooked his hand at me, wanting me to join them so I decided fuck it. I shrugged and got up and started pulling my shirt off as I walked around the fire pit towards them. 

I watched Chance watch me the whole way, and I noticed my brother was watching Chance too, and when I stepped up to them my brother shifted to the side which put me stopping to stand between him and Chance. 

I looked at my brother and he winked at me. “Yea Junior, get them drawers off.” He teased. 

I laughed and tugged my shorts and underwear off and stood naked beside the other three older guys. I kinda just stood there looking between their naked bodies. Jon already had his dick in his hand pulling on it, but he was standing at an angle that put him behind Chance’s bigger frame so I really couldn’t see him that well. Chance stood there looking down at me and grinning, his dick was plumping up but not fully hard. 

My brother was rock hard, just standing there with it sticking out in the fresh air. He reached around behind me, causing me to turn a little as he grabbed for Chance’s dick, causing me to be turned with my ass in full view of Chance. 

“Come on dude, we can’t have a dick measuring contest until all dicks are hard.” He said as he grabbed Chance’s dick and started tugging on it. 

“Holy shit.” Steven muttered from the side lines. He didn’t look as unhappy, but he still hadn’t joined in on the naked fun. 

I felt hands on my hips just as Chance said, “Damn Junior, you’ve got a hot little ass!” I looked back over my shoulder at him and he pushed me forward, holding me an arms length from him as he stared at my ass. 

“Damn! Looks like a girl’s ass dude.” Nick said. 

“Kinda hot, right?” Chance said. He moved one of his hands to my ass cheek and squeezed a hand full and shook it, making it bounce a little.  

“Dicks, not asses. Now let’s get them hard boys.” My brother said and chuckled. I almost wanted to get mad at him for taking Chance’s attention off my ass. 

He did let go of my hips and grabbed hold of his dick and started tugging it, it quickly started getting harder, but his eyes stayed on my ass. 

I was already hard, so I just stood there but when I glanced up at my brother he was grinning and he winked again, then looked at Chance and then back at me and wiggled his eyebrows, like he was trying to say ‘what do you think’. I opened my eyes wide and smiled, hoping he took it for a yes. My brother stared at me for a second and cocked one eyebrow up and then looked around the group at each of the guys and then back at me. 

I quietly mouthed, “all of them?” and he smiled really big at me. I couldn’t resist the shiver that washed over me and Chance must have noticed it too. I hoped I was right and that my brother was telling me that all of them were down for a little ass sex. If so, it may be Nick’s birthday, but I’d  be the one getting all the gifts!

“Aw, is Junior cold?” Chance asked in a voice you talk to a child with. “Poor little thing, let’s warm him up.” His arms wrapped around me from behind and he pulled me back into his body and held me tight against him. His dick and balls pressed into the tops of my ass cheeks as he held me and swayed back and forth. 

I tried for joking, but as hot as he was making me I don’t know if I pulled it off, but I said to him, “Ugh! Get your dick snot off my back dude.” and pulled my back away from his chest, succeeding in pressing my ass harder against him. 

He grabbed me and spun me around so quickly I almost fell over, but he wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me against him again and I felt his dick press into my belly. 

“You prefer it on the front then?” 

“Alright alright, fuck him later,” Jon said. “Let’s get this done.”

Chance looked down at me with his own wicked grin and released me and we stepped apart. I looked down at his dick; it wasn’t as big as Kenny’s but I still wasn’t disappointed. He’s really fucking hot so I didn’t care that he was about the same size as my brother. While I was staring, he reached down under his balls and lifted his whole package and shook it at me before chuckling and turning so he could compare his dick against the other guy’s. 

“Okay Junior, you’re out, you’re definitely not the biggest.” Jon said as he cut his eyes at Steven and said, “But definitely not the smallest either.” He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me back towards my seat. “Go have a seat, the real men have work to do.” Before I could walk away, though, Chance wrapped an arm around my shoulder and held me still. 

“You can be the judge Junior.” He said. “I don’t trust these fuckers to be honest.”

I was more than happy to oblige!

“Yea,” my brother added, stepping between Jon and Chance, “we don’t have a measuring tape so we need someone to be the judge.”

“Ok Judge Junior, tell your brother he’s out and to go sit down.”

“I don’t know…it’s pretty damn close.” Chance said. He moved beside my brother until their hips touched and turned so his dick pointed towards my brother’s, the heads rested on each other. 

“Hmmm.” I said, considering the two, and trying really hard not to let my mouth start watering. “They are pretty close.”

“You’ll have to compare them somehow.” My brother said, swinging his hips and making his dick slap into Chance’s. 

“Get on with it, then. The sooner these losers are sat down the sooner I can be crowned King Dick.” Jon said and he continued to stroke his dick. 

God, I hated that guy. 

“What do ya think Junior, who’s bigger.” Chance asked, pushing his hips forward. He and my brother both started thrusting their hips, making their dicks slide closer to me. 

I took the hint and grabbed one in each hand, considering them both. Chance had a little on my brother in the girth department, but their length was really very close. I took my time, enjoying having both hands filled with a hard dick, but finally decided on how to pick the bigger or the two. 

“Okay,” I said, “face each other.” They both moved face to face, dicks still in my hands. “Now step closer so your dicks are side by side.  The one who touches the other person’s body first wins.” I guided their dicks together and they slid their shafts together in my hand, stretching forwards towards the other’s crotch. I don’t know about anyone else, but I was totally fucking turned on, and judging by the clear droplet on the head of my brother’s dick, at the least he was too. 

I watched them slowly shift their hips forward as I held their dicks loosely, letting them slide along each other in my hand. Chance’s dick touched down on my brother’s crotch first, but only just. There was less than half an inch gap between my brother’s tip and Chance’s skin. 

“Sorry bro, looks like he’s got you in length too.” I said, shrugging and giving him a what-are-you-gonna-do kind of look. 

“Okay, okay. I concede. I’ll just go sit in the losers circle.” He said and headed towards the only guy with clothes still on and stepped in behind him. My brother laid his dick on Steven’s shoulder and stood there long enough for Steven to notice and bat him away. He and Nick laughed and he sat down between Nick and Steven and leaned over and started talking to Steven. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but Steven ducked his head, embarrassed, and was muttering something back. 

“Just two left.” Chance said and brought my focus back to the dick measuring. I still stood with his dick in my hand, and I didn’t even notice that I was absently stroking it while I was watching my brother. With a glance down at his dick I slowly let it fall from my grasp and he grinned and stepped over to Jon’s side. “Come on Junior, time to put those dick measuring skills to use again.” He said and swung his dick at Jon’s. 

Jon was standing there fully hard, stroking away and looking at me with glassy eyes. If ever there was someone who wanted their dick measured, it was Jon. He flashed a wicked grin at me as I crossed over to them and started thrusting his hips forward, pumping his dick through his hand like he was fucking it. 

“The winner should get a prize!” He announced, still staring me down. 

“What do you have in mind?” My brother asked. He had a hand in Steven’s lap and Nick’s naked, hard dick in his other hand. “Winner gets a gold star sticker?”

We all chuckled, but Jon said, “More like a gold star blow job!”

I’d gladly give Chance a gold star blow job, but just from looking between the two I could tell Jon was bigger. His dick was easily an inch, maybe two, longer than Chance’s and much girthier by far, with thick corded veins running up the entire length. If not for the fact that I just didn’t like the asshole I’d probably even let him fuck me. Hell, I still probably would. What can I say, it’s a big dick! Too bad it’s connected to such a big asshole. 

“I can already see I’ve lost, but you’re still going to compare.” Chance said to me. “I just want your hand on my dick again.” 

Shivers raced up my spine as everyone chuckled and I took them both in my hand. Damn, I really wanted Chance to win, but holding Jon’s dick removed any doubt he was the biggest. The mass and the heat of his dick as it rested in my hand was such a fucking turn on, I was definitely going to enjoying having this dick in my mouth.

I tugged Chance around by his dick so that he was facing Jon. “Come on big boy, you know the drill.” He chuckled and stepped into place as I shifted between them. 

Jon seemed to be getting impatient and quickly pushed his dick along the length of Chance’s while I held onto them both. His dick touched down on Chance’s skin with plenty of space to spare on Chance’s side. 

“Ha!” Jon yelled, throwing his arms in the air. “I am victorious! From henceforth, I shall be called only as King Dick.” He announced, trying for what I guessed he thought was a kingly voice and a really shitty British accent. 

Chance grabbed my hand and pulled me down as he knelt on one knee, I followed along, giggling as I was pulled directly in front of Jon’s fat dick, resting on one knee. 

“Yes, oh mighty King Dick, ruler of all things phallic.” Chance said in his own shitty British accent. “And to the victor, goes the spoils of war.” His hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pushed my face towards Jon. I started opening my mouth, expecting that he would push me onto his dick, him somehow knowing automatically that I’d be the one giving the winner’s blow job. It really made me hot to be held and controlled the way he was doing. Maybe I was discovering a new kink. My face came to rest on Jon’s balls instead of his dick, his shaft resting up across my face and my open mouth closed around them. 

My tongue responded immediately and I started licking his nuts as Chance held my head against them, leaning in to watch me work, muttering things like “there’s a good boy” and “now suck on the other one”, guiding my head all the while. I tried cutting my eyes to see Chance, wanting a visual of his face as I lathered the balls with my tongue. 

“Oh, fuck.” Jon muttered, pushing his crotch further into my face. 

As if being on my knees in the woods, barely hidden from view of the house nearby behind the trees, surrounded by naked…and one not naked…guys wasn’t thrilling enough, when I looked up at from his crotch I pictured Chance’s faces on Jon’s body and the thrill level amped up even more. Something about Chance just drew me in and made me want to draw little sounds from him. 

“Wait a fucking minute!” We all turned to Nick who had jumped up and was standing with his fists on his hips. “It’s my birthday, I should be getting the blow job.” 

Jon and Chance both looked at me and I just shrugged. I didn’t say it out loud but I really didn’t care who was first as long as I got all of the dick here tonight. 

Jon stepped back from me, did a weird little bow that I’m sure he thought looked regal or something, and said, “As my first royal decree, I, King Dick, pass the honors of first blow job off to the birthday boy.”

“It’s kind of up to him,” my brother pointed at me, “seeing as how he’s the one on his knees.”

I just looked at Nick and beckoned to him with my hand. “Bring it on birthday boy.”

Nick bypassed the whole ball licking and just put his dick right in my mouth when he stepped up to me. I did my best to swallow it all in one go but in his excitement to get in my mouth he pushed in at an angle and ground himself against my molars. He winced and pulled back and I took over, rolling his dick down my throat and working my tongue on the underneath as saliva filled my mouth. I grabbed his hips for balance and was surprised at how smooth and velvety soft his skin was. My mind filled with thoughts of having him laying down, me between his legs sucking his dick as my hands ran over his soft body, exploring every inch of him as his dick disappeared down my throat. 

“Fuuuuuuck! He just fucking swallowed it dude!”

My brother laughed at him. “That’s what dicksuckers do, they swallow dicks.”

Steven’s eyes were glued to the action as he asked my brother, “You’ve watched him suck dick before? That’s kind of…weird, ain’t it?”

“Want to know a secret? I’ve watched him suck mine before.”

“No fucking way! Your brother sucked your dick?”

My brother leaned into him and loud whispered, “I’ll tell you another secret…he likes getting fucked in the ass too.”

Jon, who was standing beside Nick watching me work up and down his shaft, asked, “What? You’ve fucked him too?”

“You saw his ass dude,” Chance said, still kneeling beside me, as he started rubbing my bare ass, “it’s very fuckable.” 

I heard my brother chuckle again and glance sideways at him. He was leaning in talking to Steven again and tugging at his shirt tail. Knowing him, he’d have Steven’s feet in the air fucking him soon enough; which was fine with me, as long as I got my shot with all of them. 

Chance kept rubbing on my ass and his hand was dipping between my cheeks, rubbing back and forth over my hole. I drew back off Nick’s dick to catch my breath and moan a little and when I turned towards Chance he kissed me, swirling his tongue around in my mouth. When he broke the kiss I saw my brother was up and had Steven on his feet. My brother quickly grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his hard and before he could protest, he grabbed Steven’s waistband and snatched his shorts down around his ankles, his dick bouncing free and stood out from his body. It wasn’t as small as I thought it would be from the way Jon had given him shit, it was very average but not tiny like he made it sound. 

My brother walked around to one of the tents and reached in for the backpack he had brought with him, pulled out a bottle of lube and tossed it to Chance. 

“Lube? What the fuck dude.” Nick said as I started working his dick again. “Did you plan this or some shit?”

“Didn’t plan it, but I always like to be prepared.” He said and he and Chance chuckled. 

Chance lubed up his fingers and dove into my hole, spearing me with two fingers and working them in and out. I moaned around Nick’s dick which made him moan in return. 

“Oh fuck Junior, keep doing that and I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

I swallowed him deep and moaned several times, encouraging him on. 

“Looks like he wants you to cum in his mouth.” Chance said to him, then to me he said, “Do you want to take his cum Junior?”

I nodded as best I could and made an “uh huh” sound. 

“Are you going to swallow it like a good boy?” He asked, fingers pressing into my ass. 

“Like a good bitch, you mean.” Jon added, snickering. 

Chance threw him a glare then turned back to me. He jammed his fingers deep into my ass and I moaned again, rolling my hips around on his fingers. 

“Tell him you want him to cum in your mouth.” He instructed. 

I pulled his dick out of my mouth and looked up at Nick. “Cum in my mouth.” I said, then went back down on him. 

Chance swirled his fingers inside me. “Ask him to cum in your mouth.” He corrected. 

I pulled off again and looked back up. “Please, Nick, will you cum in my mouth?”

He must have been as turned on by Chance’s instructions as I was because all he did was nod his head rapidly while panting then grab a hand full of my hair and shove his dick back in my mouth. He started fucking my mouth, pushing his dick into the back of my throat and grunting. 

“I’m gonna cum.” 

“Yea dude, fill his mouth up.” Jon said, vigorously pulling on his dick. 

Nick tensed and held still as his cum started flooding my mouth. 

“Swallow it all Junior.” Chance instructed, still working on my hole. 

I worked my tongue against the underside of Nick’s dick as he rode out his orgasm, his cum dribbling out of the corners of my mouth. When he finished he stepped back on shaky legs and I wiped the corners of my lips, pushing that little bit back into my mouth. 

“Good boy.” Chance praised and I turned to see the corner of his lips turned up in a smile. I flushed at his praise, or maybe it was his fingers steadily pumping into my ass, and started riding up and down to meet his thrusts. 

“My turn.” Jon said, stepped up to take Nick’s place, his dick in his hand and pointed at my face. 

“No…” My brother started to say. 

“I’m King Dick! He owes me a gold star blow job.” Jon interrupted. 

“Well,” my brother said, stepping towards me and all spreading a towel out on the ground, then scooted me onto it. “Chance has his ass nice and open, so you are going to give him a gold star fucking instead.” My brother said and stood up and looked at him dubiously. “Unless, of course, his majesty doesn’t have the balls.”

Chance pulled out of my ass long enough for me to  move around on my hands and knees with my ass pointing at Jon and I wiggled it back and forth at him, hoping it looked teasing enough to get him inside me. 

He just stood staring, looking confused. I guess for him fucking a guy in the ass was different than letting him suck your dick, and you could almost see the internal struggle going on in his eyes. 

My brother walked around behind him and wrapped his arm around his waist, taking Jon’s dick in his hand. Jon startled but didn’t move away. 

“Just look at that tight little hole.” He said and started slowly stroking up and down Jon’s shaft. I did my part and spread my knees and arched my back, rolling my hips so my ass swayed. Chance knelt down by my ass and let some lube dribble right onto my hole and started rubbing it in as he tossed the lube to my brother. He caught the little bottle and squeezed some out on Jon’s dick, rubbing it around until the whole shaft was slick. Jon moaned and rolled his head back. 

“Imagine how tight that’s going to feel on your dick.” My brother teased. “I know you tried fucking Kayla in the ass and she wouldn’t let you. Well, that ass is willing ready for you.” My brother slowly stepped forward, driving Jon forward with him until the stopped right behind me, Jon’s feet resting between my spread knees. 

“Do it Jon.” Steven urged. He was standing closer now, jacking his dick with one hand and pulling on his ball sac with the other.  

“Yea Jon, do it dude.” Chance said and pulled his fingers out of my ass and reached out for Jon’s hand, tugging him down until he dropped on his knees between my legs. He grabbed hold of Jon’s dick and lined it up with my hole and I pushed back with just enough pressure to make it ground into me. 

“See, he wants it dude. Is King Dick going to let one of his royal subjects down?” My brother teased. 

That would’ve been corny as hell if I wasn’t so horny. Jon still hesitated, just staring at his dick where it pushed against my hole so I took matters into my own hands…uh, hole…and made myself relax and pushed back on his dick where Chance still held onto it. His head popped right through the ring of muscles and I gasped and held still, letting my ass adjust to his fat dick invading me for a second, before pushing back again, taking more of him in. 

It took him a second to process that his dick was securely held within my ass hole and then he shuttered and grabbed my hips and drove himself forward. I felt his balls hit the backs of my thighs and I moaned loudly and braced myself with my arms as he started pounding into me. He breathing was making a really weird noise, like he was anxious and scared, but also really turned on and didn’t know how to process that he was fucking a guy in the ass. None of that made him stop, though, and he continued steadily pounding into my guts. 

I had to brace myself the whole time so he wouldn’t drive me forward and I rocked my hips back into his thrusts. His big dick stretched and filled my ass really well, the only problem was that he was too excited and all too soon he was burying himself inside me and cuming. He twitched and jerked as I worked my hips back onto him, squeezing my ass around him, and rode him as he rode out his orgasm. 

With a final grunt, his hips convulsed forward and then he slipped back suddenly, sitting down on his feet causing his dick to make a loud popping noise when it pulled out of me. I immediately felt empty and wanted to void filled again. My hips were still rolling as Chance pushed his fingers back inside me, slipping and squishing in Jon’s cum. 

“Damn dude, I wish I’d have held out for some ass instead of a blowjob.” He said, his voice a mix of humor and lust. 

I looked back at him and said, “If you get it up again you can have a ride.” We laughed and he agreed, grabbing for his dick and trying to work it back up. 

“Hungry little bottom, ain’t you Junior?” Chance commented and slapped my ass really hard. I moaned and leaned my body towards him. “You like a fat dick filling you up? Stuffing your ass and filling you with cum?”

I nodded at him as he worked my ass some more. “You next?” I asked him. 

He leaned down in my face and kissed me. “I’ll take mine later.” He said as he kissed me again and shivers ran down my spine. 

“What about you, Stevie?” My brother asked. He had his hands on his shoulder and was pushing him towards me. Steven looked really nervous, like he thought I’d tell him no. “You next then?”

“Get that dick in me Steven!” I called and arched my back. 

“Turn over bro. His dick curves up so it’ll be better for you that way.” My brother knew I liked having the dick hit my prostate when it fucked me. Jon had a fat dick but he fucked like a straight boy, not knowing how to hit my spot. 

I obliged, laying on my back and spreading my legs. Chance moved directly beside my head and told me to lift my feet, which he grabbed a hold of and pulled back towards my chest, opening my ass for Steven. 

Steven nervously crouched down between my legs and guided his dick into my ass. He was slower, more gentle, than Jon was and I wrapped my hands around his neck and held him while he fucked me. He lasted longer than Jon did, keeping a smooth rhythm in and out. There was definitely a difference with his smaller dick, but my brother was right and his up-curved dick did a good number on my spot. My brother crouched beside Steven, couching him on how to fuck me; telling him how to just roll his hips, and to grind his pelvis into my ass when he bottoms out. Steven took the cues and worked my ass over really well at is smal dick and soon I had to let go of his neck when I felt my balls swelling and started jacking my dick. That seemed to turn him on and he got a little more aggressive with his thrusts, but still not slamming into me like Jon. 

I came all over my stomach and the clenching of my ass as my dick convulsed sent him over and he started pumping his load into my ass. He pulled out of me but before he could stand up I leaned forward and kissed his neck and told him, “That was better than Jon.”

He beamed as he stood up, staring down at the puddles of cum on my stomach before he moved to the side. 

The birthday boy had his hard dick in hand and was smiling down at me. “How do you want it?” I asked him. 

“Stay like that.” He said and crawled up to my ass. He was bigger than Steven, and he fucked me slow and steady, then fast and deep. I didn’t cum while he fucked me but it was still a good fuck, causing me to moan and grab his thighs and pull him deeper into me.

I could tell by his breathing he was getting close. “I want to cum on your face.” He said and looked to me for permission. 

“Hell yea, go for it.” Chance answered for me; again taking my control away and making me like it.  

Nick pulled out of me a few seconds later and quickly scooted up beside my head, on the opposite side of Chance. He stared down at me as he jacked his dick and started moaning just as he shot several streams onto my face. 

Chance used his finger and dragged a glob of the cum into my mouth and I sucked onto his finger, cleaning the sticky mess off him. 

“Damn Junior.” He said, smiling at me. “What are we going to do with you?”

I reached over and took his dick in my hand, pulling gently as I looked up at him. “Bury this in my guts, hopefully.”

He chuckled and wiped more cum off my face. He pushed his sticky finger back into my mouth and said, “Definitely. As often as I can.” 

Chance and my brother both deferred their turn at my ass until later when it was more private. I was a little disappointed because I wanted more dick right then, but the anticipation would make it all the better. 

Nick quickly ran to his house and snuck out some wet hand towels for us all to clean up with and we got dressed and sat around the fire pit again. 

Everyone was quiet for a few minutes, just staring around the circle at each other. Chance was sitting beside me and kept running his hand up the back of my neck and into my hair. Several times he would fist his hand in my hair tightly and pull me towards him before letting loose and rubbing down my neck. I think my dick stayed hard the whole time and pulsed every time he pulled my hair. 

My brother noticed and grinned at me and did a little nod of his head towards Chance. I lifted my eyebrows and made a “who knows” face at him. I was really into Chance and hoped he was true to his word about fucking me as often as he could. 

The quiet was broken when Steven busted out a really loud laugh and said the thing I believe we were all thinking, “Well fuck. The rest of the night is going to be kind of boring compared to that.”

We all laughed and started taking more, the subject changing randomly, but every now and then I would catch one or the other of them staring at me and Chance. 

The fire started burning out and it finally started getting late enough for us to get in the tents to sleep and my brother stood up and grabbed his backpack. 

“Come on Junior, I’ve got your stuff in my bag. Me, you, and Chance will take this tent.” He pointed to the one behind me that was furthest from the fire pit. “You guys can have the other one.”

Chance looked at my brother, then looked at me and grinned. “Sounds like a plan to me.” He stood up and grabbed my hand and dragged me to my feet and as I turned towards the tent and started walking he slapped my ass. 

“You really do have a hot ass, Junior.” Nick said and everyone laughed as we all made our way to the tents. 

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My brother went in the tent and spread our sleeping bags on the floor and beckoned us in. Chance hadn’t brought a sleeping bag, but I was more than happy to offer to let him share mine.  

I stooped over and walked through the zippered door of the tent and had no more knelt down to crawl onto my sleeping bag when Chance was on me, pressing his weight down on my back and pressing me down flat on my stomach. His warm body weighed me down and made me feel…I don’t know, secure?

“Oh, sorry about that Junior.” His voice husky in my ear. His tongue flick out and licked a small spot on my neck just before he took a nibble. “I must have tripped or something.” 

I lifted my ass up against his body as best I could. “Oh no!” I said in mock concern, “did you get hurt? Is there something I can…kiss and make better?”

I felt his body shaking as he laughed. He rolled to the side of me and draped an arm and a leg over my body. “I’ve got plenty you can kiss, just start with my lips.”

We rolled together and started kissing, his tongue lapping at my lips. My brother knelt in front of our faces and pulled his dick out and shook it at us. 

“Oh wow! If I slide my dick in between you will you both suck it?”

“Only one way to find out.” Chance answered him in between kissing me senseless. 

My brother slid his dick forward, nearly to our mouths, just as Chance turned and growled as he chomped his teeth at my brother’s dick. I laughed as my brother yelped and lunged back, which made me laugh harder. 

“Dude! That’s so not cool.” He said, trying to act angry but he still started chuckling. After a second he asked Chance, “So, what’s the deal? We gonna take turns fucking him? We gonna spit roast him, all bro’ish Eiffel Tower style? Fuck him at the same time?”

Chance looked at him, intrigued. “DP? Can he take a DP?” He looked at me with a gleam in his eye. I wasn’t sure what DP was, but Chance was definitely interested. 

“I don’t know, he did take Kenny, so…”

“Dude, I’m so surprised he let you fuck him. I’ve tried a few times but he always acted all weird and wouldn’t even consider it. Maybe I was too dominant or whatever.” He looked at me with an evil smirk. “I do like dominating a guy when I fuck him.”

“Right! I swear I thought he was gonna want to fuck me first and I know I couldn’t have taken that monster.”

“What’s DP?” I asked, interrupting their banter. 

Chance continued grinning and started rubbing my ass through my shorts. “Well, my dear wee man, If you were to, say, ride my dick while laying forward on my chest, then if your brother came from behind you and pushed his dick in along with mine, that would be double penetration. DP.” 

To say that was shocking, but exciting as hell all at the same time was an understatement. The thought of both of them fucking me at the same time really had me getting hot and my dick responded. My face must have shown my fear and excitement because Chance chuckled, sliding his hands into my shorts and started working his way towards my hole. 

“What do you think Junior?” He asked, pressing two fingers easily into my ass. “Do you think you could take both of our dicks?”

“I mean, you did take Kenny’s monster, and that’s no small feat.” My brother said, sounding almost as excited as I was. 

“We can start off just fucking him, opening him up and get him all nice and loose, then…if he wants to, of course,” Chance said, making sure I knew it was my choice, “we could give it a go. Or we could just give him a good fucking and leave him lying in a quivering heap and let that be that.”

“Yea, that sounds like a good idea…the fucking his hole all loose and open and see what comes of it part. He can always say no if he’s not down with it.”

I kind of liked them talking about me and my ass like I wasn’t lying right there beside them. It kind of made me feel like a hole to be used for their pleasure. Why that turned me on so much I don’t know, but damn if it didn’t. My dick was achingly hard, still trapped under me as Chance worked on my ass. 

“Well we can’t do much of anything with all these clothes on.” My brother said and started to pull his clothes off. 

Chance reached out a hand and grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Wait a minute.” He said, turning to me. “Sit up and take your clothes off.” He instructed. 

I sat up and nearly ripped my shorts and shirt off. Sitting there naked, I just stared at Chance…waiting. 

“Good boy. Now, take your brother’s clothes off for him.”

I sat up on my knees and crawled in front of my brother, my dick sticking out in front of me. I made quick work of taking his clothes off and stayed there for a minute, running my hands over his body. 

Have I mentioned that my brother is hot as fuck?

Chance sat up and grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back and kissed me. Leaning into my ear he said, “Now me.” He let me go and I turned to him and reverently stripped his clothes off, enjoying every second of exposing his body. 

“Good boy.” He said again and grabbed me and pulled my body into him. His warm skin against mine felt so fucking good and he ran his hands up and down my back, sliding down my ass and grabbing a hand full of my cheek as he kissed me. He ran one hand up my back and continued up until he was gripping my hair at the back of my head again. He jerked my head backwards and attacked my neck. I don’t know what it is about it when he does that but I was so fucking hot right then. 

He finally pulled back from me and stared in my eyes. 

“We’re going to fuck you Junior. Deep and hard. And when one of us feels like we’re going to cum, we’re going to switch out and fuck you some more. We’re going to destroy that hot little ass of yours. Going to own it.”

I trembled in his arms, my whole body feeling like it’s going to shake apart. My brother moved up behind me and pressed his dick into my ass crack. 

“You’ve never trembled like this bro. Are you scared?” He did his dick up my crack. “Or are you trembling in lust?” He leaned his head in beside my face, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Or is it Chance? Is it our tall, dominant, alpha fuck stick ready to turn your ass inside out that makes you tremble.”

I must have moaned, or did something to signal that he’d hit on the truth, because my brother chuckled against my back and pulled Chance forward and kissed him, right there in my face, and I trembled all over again. 

“I think we have our answer.” He said and I could hear the smile in his voice. 

Chance pushed me back, making my brother and I lean back as he sat down on his feet and propped me against his body, then he leaned forward and took the head of my dick in his mouth. I quivered and squeaked in response. 

“Mmm. You taste like salty honey.” Chance muttered then swallowed my dick.  He was only the second person to have ever sucked my dick; the first being my brother, and his mouth was heaven. The warmth of him wrapped around my shaft and drew a thrill from me at the first touch of his lips. I thought I would cum so I grunted and shifted around, trying to draw my dick out of his mouth. I wanted to cum with one of them in my ass. 

My brother shifted out from behind me and laid me down on my back. Chance moved between my legs and slid into me. I stared into his eyes as worked into a deep, steady pace, fucking me with his whole length. My brother leaned in and kissed Chance, their mouths devouring each other. I watched them and was so fucking turned on, but I also felt a spike of jealousy hit me. Chance was mine. He should only be kissing me. It felt odd thinking that, but I also knew that it felt right and that if Chance asked me I would totally surrender and be his. 

They held to their word and when I thought Chance might be getting close to cuming, he pulled out of me and my brother took his place. He fucked me harder and a little faster than Chance had and I was loving it; after a while, when he got close to cuming, they switched back. Chance took over and started fucking my ass like he was mad at it. He was destroying me and all I could do was moan and whimper under him. 

They switched back and forth a few more times before I started feeling exhaustion coming on. I had cum twice already and I le they were pulling from my very well used ass. ooFinally, Chance rolled us and I sat atop his dick, sliding up and down his dick as I rode him. Remembering the talk earlier, I wondered if the shift in position was to give me the option for the DP and it felt like I caught a second wind. I really wanted to try taking them both at the same time. 

I looked over my shoulder at my brother and I laid forward onto Chance, resting my chest flat onto him while keeping my eyes on my brother. 

A grin slowly spread across his lips as he crawled up behind me, Chance kept a slow in and out rhythm as my brother got into place. He looked at me inquisitively for a brief second but no words were spoken, but my response was all the permission he needed so he worked the head of his dick in alongside Chance’s against my hole. 

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and closed my eyes, nodding my head, and he pushed forward. The pressure against my ass built as his dick tried invading me. Pain pressed right around the ring of my hole but before it built enough to make me call it off, his head popped through and into my hole. I snapped my head up, eyes blown wide as he steadily inched forward. 

“Are you okay, Junior.” Chance asked me, petting my shoulders and back and my brother froze. 

I looked at him wide eyed. Shocked. Amazed. I almost couldn’t believe it, but I was okay. How am I okay? Two dicks were spreading my tiny little hole wide open, but I was okay. There was a lot of pressure inside my guts, and the feeling of being stretched was intense, but there was barely any pain. I couldn’t pull any words out of my head so I just nodded vigorously and my brother started slowly pushing his dick further into my ass. I was in complete shock that I was being filled with two dicks at the same time. 

My brother seated his Rick inside me as far as he could and held still. Chance must have taken it as his cue to move and he slowly drew back, pulling his dick slowly out of me and running right across my spot. My body lit with the most intense sensation I have ever felt and I melted onto Chance’s chest, my hands digging into his shoulders where I gripped him. 

They alternated, Chance sliding in and my brother slid out, my brother sliding in as Chance slid out, and it felt like one continuous stroke against my spot. My dick rained puddles of precum between me and Chance and I knew I’d be cuming hands free very soon. They both sped up their pace until my brother nearly popped out and then they slowed down again. I just lay between them letting them use my hole at the same time, burning from the whole sensation. 

My brother leaned forward and bit into my shoulder, muttering, ”Fuck I’m going to cum.”

“Go for it dude.” Chance encouraged and pushed into me and held still, allowing my brother to take over the thrusts. 

“I can feel your dick sliding on top of mine.” Chance told my brother.  

The image of their dicks sliding together inside me brought my orgasm on and I felt my ass tense and I screamed out and came. My ass flexed and squeezed them and my brother drove into me and unleashed his load deep in my guts. Chance followed a breath later and the tent was filled with our noises and we rolled together on a wave of pleasure, until our panting breath was all that could be heard. 

“Holy shit.” I heard being muttered from outside the other tent. 

We chuckled at the exclamation. “Holy shit is accurate.” My brother dead panned and we chuckled some more. 

When we finally caught our breath, they both pulled their dicks out of me and I immediately felt their cum draining from my ass, puddling between me and Chance. He didn’t seem to be bothered by it, and I was too exhausted to care. My brother flipped over beside me and propped his head on an arm, his hand playing across Chance’s neck. He draped his other hand across my back, snuggling the both of us. 

“Wow.” Was all I could muster the breath to say. 

Chance chuckled. “Wow, indeed, Junior.”

“Ugh.” I grunted at the nickname they kept calling me. “Don’t call me that.”

Chance looked at me with a raised brow, like I had challenged him. “No? How about Boy instead. Or maybe, My Boy.” 

I kind of liked that, to be honest, but I didn’t tell him that. 

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I woke up the next morning when my brother was trying to untangle himself from the pile of limbs we’d become as we slept. 

“Mornin’.” My brother said. 

“Good morning.” Chance answered, his breath blowing warm across my neck. He leaned into the crook of my neck and licked a spot before nibbling my neck. “Good morning Boy.” He said and started sitting up. 

We all got dressed and stepped out of the tent, Chance grabbing my hand and holding it as we walked. Steven and Jon were sitting on opposite sides of the burned out fire pit. Steven looked at our joined hands and smiled. 

“So this is what we’re fucking doing now?” Jon asked, looking at our hands like he had a foul taste in his mouth. 

It made me feel self conscious and I started to drop Chance’s hand but he tightened his grip, not letting me. 

He took a step forward, looking over Jon. “Yea, this is what we’re fucking doing now. You got a problem with that?” 

Jon got angry at the obvious challenge but let his mouth shut and looked away. 

My brother shuffled over and sat down beside Steven and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, pulled him into him and whispered something in his ear before taking a nibble of it. Steven giggled and pulled away with a weak, “Stop.”

Jon got up shaking his head and headed towards the house just as Nick came back from that direction. 

“Mom has some pancakes and stuff for breakfast.” He said, looking between the four of us. He grinned and said, “Okay then.” And we all went in for breakfast, Chance kept hold of my hand until we got inside and then he let it go, but he stayed close to me for the rest of the morning. 

Chance went home with me and my brother when we left Nick’s house. We hung out a bit and played games for a while. My brother started yawning and said he needed to go make a phone call to a certain small dicked bottom-to-be then take a nap. He left and Chance and I stretched out on the couch, him laying against the back of the couch and me laying in front of him, his arm wrapped over me. I really like the warmth of his body against my back, and the intimacy of just laying there with his arms on me. He wasn’t touching any of my naughty bits, just hugging me to him. 

I sighed, maybe a little dramatically. Don’t judge. 

“How are you feeling Boy?”

“Sleepy.” I answered absently. 

He chuckled. “I meant your ass. How’s it feeling?”

“Oh.” I shrugged. “It’s okay. I mean, I did get railed by four guys. Sore, I guess. But in a nice way? Like that sore your muscles feel after the gym.”

“Hmm. Good.”

For a second I wondered if he was asking so we could fuck again. I’d like too, but I really don’t think I poor ass cold take another fucking. Not yet. 

“Not really the okay where I could go again right now,” I amended, “but still okay. 

“So what is this?” I asked. 

“We usually call it a nap, but they’re usually quieter and more sleeping is involved. 

“Yea. No, I mean is napping like this.” I patted him arm indicating the snuggling. 

“Call it after care, if you will. I always take care of what’s mine, and after last night you need to be grounded a little.”

I’m not sure I understood what he meant about after care, but the snuggling did feel good.

“So…” I paused, not sure how to put my thoughts into words. 

“So?” He asked. 

“So earlier while we were hanging out, you’d pull me over and kinda growl ‘mine’. What did you mean by that.”

“Well,” he said, pulling me tighter against him, “I was kinda staking my claim. Mine means you’re mine. If you want to be, but you need to be sure.”

“Like, your boyfriend?”

“That.” He agreed. “You’re my Boy, and I’m your Man.”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“I’ll be your boyfriend. We’ll date, all that stuff.”

“Are you out?” I asked, wanting his view on how people are going to look at us or talk and all that. 

“I’m not out, or in. None of that. I’m just me. It doesn’t even cross my mind what other people think. They’re not the one that’ll be riding my dick.” He said, laying jumping into my ass. I chuckled and he continued, “As long as you’re my Boy and I’m your Man…”

I don’t like that.” I said crinkling my nose. “The Boy part is ok, I kinda like that actually,  but calling you Man or The Man is just weird.”

“Hmm. Okay, maybe. You could just call me Sir instead. 

“I think that’ll work.” I agreed. I like how it made me feel small thinking of calling him Sir, like he was the authority figure. In control. 

“So. Do you understand what that’s going to me? If you’re my Boy?”

“Um…will you spank me if I’m naughty?” I joked. 

He chuckled. “You never know.” And I kinda liked not knowing if he was being serious. “It means you’re mine.” He patted my ass. “That this is mine.” 

Yes, I thought. 

“It means you spread for me whenever and wherever I want you to.”

“Like any time, any where? Like, say, we’re at church…”

“I didn’t know you went to church.” He stated. 

“…well, I don’t, but just say we were at church and you wanted to, you know…” I pushed my hips back into him for the example. “You’d make me lay down and spread my legs there?”

“I want to fuck you, not have you get arrested.” He laughed. “No, I won’t ask you to do anything illegal.”

“Okay, but…”

He propped up on his elbow and looked down at me, a serious expression on his face. “I’m saying I’ll be your boyfriend and we’ll look like a regular old couple. But I’m in control. I own your ass….and that hot little mouth. Mine whenever I want them. And when I said I take care of what’s mine, I also mean that I know you like getting fucked, like a lot, so when we’re feeling adventurous, I’ll make sure you get plenty of dick in that hot little ass of yours, like last night, to keep you happy and satisfied, but only when I say. Other than any adventurous times we have, I’m the only dick that you touch. So, do you want to be my Boy?”

I stared up at him, already knowing my answer but not wanting to seem too eager. I found I like him dominating me, even being a little rough with the hair pulling and the nibbling…I think I might enjoy a little spanking as well…maybe that’ll be my punishment if I’m a Bad Boy…but I don’t know if I’d be into more than that. I want pleasure from my sex, not pain. 

“You won’t, like, beat on me or pull out whips and all that kind of stuff, will you? I don’t think I’d like that level of kink.”

“No, I’m not into bdsm or any of that, and I only want you to scream in pleasure, not in pain. I like fucking in public places, at times when you shouldn’t be fucking, as I like sneaky fucking. I just like being in control. Telling you what to do, how to do it, but only with my dick and your holes. I won’t control your whole life, just your sex life. But you can’t be with anyone else, unless I say so. Can you do that?”

I couldn’t have yet. Holding out just a little longer may be the last bit of control I have. 

“What’s sneaky fucking?” I asked instead of screaming ‘Yes! make me your Boy!’

“Out of all of that I just said, that’s what you ask?” He said with a chuckle, shaking his head at me. “Okay, say we’re hanging out. Your brother has turned Steven out and he’s his new little bottom. Say we’re laying on the couch like this watching a movie, or they’re playing a game. Now say that I pull the back of your shorts down just enough to get at your ass, then I pull just my dick out and slide it in your tight little hole and lay here fucking you and no one knows what’s happening but us. That’s what I mean by ‘sneaky fucking’.”

Hell yes! I’ll do it! I’ll be your Boy!

“I mean, I did like the way you kind of gave me commands, and I liked when you pulled my hair to make me go where you wanted me. I liked the way you took control of me like that, so, yea, I want to be your Boy.”

“Good.” He replied, laying back down and snuggling into my back again. “And now, the first thing my Boy needs to do for me….”

He paused long enough for me to timidly ask, “Yes?”

“Get settled and go to sleep. We both need some rest.” He said and tenderly kissed me in the neck. 

It was tough ignoring that my dick was hard and settled down enough to sleep, but we did. We napped snuggled up like that for a few hours, until my brother came back down stairs leading Steven by the hand behind him.