Author: admin

  • Vegas Encounter

    A short description of me, I am 28 years old now, bisexual guy. I am writing this story when I was in the USA. I was 22 years old. I went to California for college and had my first trip to Vegas in Christmas. I am an Arabic guy, black hair, long eye lashes, soft big lips, and a trimmed beard. I used to be a bit toned, 22, 5’10, 170. 

    I always liked hot twinks, I am into young guys (18-26 years old) especially the smooth ones, they get me crazy. I had sex with girls before, but not boys. I usually just play with guys (bjs, and jerking off), and they usually suck me. However, I was discreet (I am Arabic so I get judged a bit, although there are many gays there). Anyways, I went with three of my friends to Vegas who were straight and do not know about me being bisexual. We got a big ass suite in one of the hotels in Vegas. My friends are fun to be around, but I do get horny at night wanting to meet gay boys and see how it goes. 

    After some blackjack rounds, my friends decide to go to a night club (straight) so I said “I will meet an old friend of mine, you guys go, and I will try to meet you later”. So they were ok with this. 

    I fire up my phone looking for a famous night club that I can meet so many guys (I am friendly but so picky when it comes to sex with boys). I found it, Piranha, it was called. so I order an Uber.

    As soon as I got in, there was a security checkpoint outside, and a door on the left that leads you to the dancing floor and a bar in the middle. It was filled with male dancers (older age so I did not find them attractive to me but I got to admit they had nice bodies). So I look around, I usually get attention from guys at the club (not to brag), but I haven’t found anyone that is my type. I talked to a guy, his name was Jake, he was sweet but I couldn’t lead him on because he obviously wanted to hook up I can tell. 

    I went for a smoke outside, and my eyes spotted a twink with one of his friends, blue eyes, he was 5’7, not slim but had a nice body. He was wearing a blue shirt, and kaki shorts. Oh gosh his eyes were just nice. I did not want him to realize that I was watching him, so I continued to light up a cig. I heard someone saying “all by yourself cutie?” I turned around and couldn’t believe that he was actually talking to me. so I said, yeah, I am with a friend but he left (I lied I didn’t want to come off creepy).. His name was Tyler. So I introduced myself and had a good chat with him and his friend. We went inside for a drink and danced. 

    I can see his round bubble butt jiggling when he walks., and I loved it. not too big, but obviously just perfect! He invited me to dance, and I said sure! He grinded on me with his lovely bubble butt, just the way I like. So I got an instant boner, and he could feel it, so he got his ass closer to my cock. Until we sat down again, and we kissed each other at the club. His lips felt so good on mine. I enjoyed every second. So he invites me over to his apartment, and I said yes. 

    I went in a bit tipsy from drinking, and we were tired. So we lay down on his bed and talk for a while, then he asked me to pull my pants down, he could feel my boner behind my red CK underwear. He gives  me a blowjob, and god he did really well. I was eager to see his butt at this point. He was wearing a jockstrap that showed very smooth clean bums. I was like “wow how do you maintain it!” and he was like I take care of my booty. I said obviously, it was the nicest ass I have ever seen, perfectly round. So I went in to taste his crack, but before that I kissed every part of his ass cheecks. After that, he said “I can’t give you more for tonight, we can’t fuck” I was not in the mood for a fuck anyways so I was OK with it. His reasoning were that he doesn’t fuck first night, but he would the second time lol. So he went in for another round of suck until I cummed. 

    We slept while I was spooning him. 

    To be continued…


    Please give me your comments, it is my first story, and I was trying to be honest and lay down the facts as they were (I personally do not like fantasy so I have to be real).

    Thank you for reading 🙂

  • Eddie Is Bored

    Eddie was bored.

    This is not something usual, for Eddie to be bored. He is a very interesting person. At 25, he looks like he is at least three years younger, like a college student about to graduate maybe. He can easily be called a “hot man on campus.” Standing at almost 6 feet tall, with green eyes and dark hair, Eddie is a looker.

    What is more interesting about Eddie is that he is a sensual guy. He likes sex in all its forms. He does girls and other guys with the same passion. Naked, Eddie is best described as a god, an Adonis, but without the inflated muscles. His body is toned and very nicely defined. He is a runner, so that perhaps explains the beauty of his physique. To top it all, his dick is around 8 inches, cut, thickening from under the ridge all the way to the base. Eddie’s man tool erects vertically at an angle, displaying his fuzzy nuts. This tool services pussy, mouth and ass to the utmost of pleasure for both Eddie and Eddie’s partners.

    In a word, Eddie is anyone’s dream fuck buddy, whether male or female, whether young or old, whether top or bottom. And all of this in a very natural, next-door-neighbor kind of attitude. The easy smile, the lay-back attitude, the sensuality, all of this creates an atmosphere of normalcy and unaffected communication, promising intense lust.

    Today, however, Eddie is bored.

    Sitting on a subway seat facing the central aisle, Eddie hangs his head down, resting his elbows on his bare knees after he has had his run in the park. His hairy thighs and legs still show some shining beads of sweat. He heaves a deep sigh, wishing that once he gets home, there will be some hot naked body waiting for him in the shower. His dick twitches inside his running shorts.

    Fuck it! Eddie is bored to hell and back.

    Eddie glances up to notice, with a surprise, a hot-looking guy in the seat facing him on the other side of the aisle. Eddie feels a little shiver of adrenalin run through his body. The guy is around his age, early to mid-twenties, in running shorts also, with a light beard, and, holy cow, Eddie notices, with the tip of a nut showing through the left leg of his shorts.

    Eddie adjusts his glasses. Sure enough! The guy’s nut is peeking, winking at him. He looks up to study the guy’s face. A looker. Someone that Eddie wouldn’t hesitate to take home and stick into the shower for a hot rubbing and a fuck. Yes. But the guy isn’t paying attention to the people around him. His eyes are closed as he shakes his head to the rhythm to some music coming through his earphones as he holds his cell phone in both hands.

    Eddie glances back at the guy’s crotch. His heart races as the guy reaches down and adjusts his equipment. Eddie is thinking that either the guy is free-balling or is wearing very loose boxers under his running shorts.

    When he looks up again to study the face more, Eddie meets the guy’s eyes. He takes in a surprised breath when he notices the smile on the guy’s face. The guy must have seen him studying the crotch. Eddie straightens and extends his legs into the aisle. His dick, still soft, bulges inside his shorts. He watches as the guy moves his eyes from Eddie’s face to Eddie’s crotch, and then back to his face.

    The two young men exchange looks. Meaningful looks. They are definitely interested in each other. The body language is definitely more communicative of their desires.

    For the first time, Eddie notices the earring. The guy has an earring in his right earlobe. Eddie calculates: “Left is right, right is wrong.” He has devised this method to differentiate between straight and gay. A boy whom he used to fuck a couple of years ago in college had told him that an earring in the left ear designated a straight guy, in the right ear, a gay guy. So he devised this association to remember which is which although he had never considered being gay as wrong.

    So the guy sitting across from him is gay. Probably. What’s more important for Eddie, the guy is hot. And he seems interested.

    And, above all, Eddie is bored.

    Eddie winks at the guy. There is a startled look as the guy quickly glances around him to check if anyone has seen the wink. Then he glances again at Eddie’s bulge, looks back up at Eddie’s face, smiles and returns the wink.

    There is an empty seat next to Eddie. Without hesitation, the guy leaves his seat and steps across to the empty seat. Eddie straightens, pulling his legs back.

    “Hi,” the guy says as he settles down into the plastic seat, removing the earpiece.

    “Hi,” Eddie responds with a winning smile and extends his hand.

    They shake.

    Being Eddie, he keeps holding the guy’s hand and presses on it meaningfully. “I’m Eddie.”

    “Jim.”

    “Good to meet you, Jim.”

    “Yea, same.”

    Jim glances down at Eddie’s thighs and takes a deep breath. All the signs are there.

    “So you are a runner, looks like,” Eddie starts a conversation. He definitely wants Jim under him. Jim, with spread legs and inviting ass. Jim, hard and waiting, puckered hole ready to be fucked.

    “Uhuh,” Jim says in a mumble.

    The knees touch. Neither man moves away. Eddie wishes they were alone. He would have pressed on Jim’s knee, rubbed the inside of Jim’s thigh, exposed Jim’s ass, and fucked Jim’s brains out, right there, over the seat. Eddie is developing a hard-on, his boredom fading away.

    The guys get to talk in low tones, introduce each other and such, until finally, as Eddie’s stop is approaching, Eddie says, “Hey, Jim, we could take this a bit further if you like. I get off here and my place is around a block and half away.”

    “Sounds like a good plan to me,” Jim smiles.

    They get off the train and walk to Eddie’s apartment.

    So far, nothing has been mentioned about sex. But it has been tacit, implied. The vibes between them are pregnant with sex. They are going to have sex. For why has Eddie offered to invite Jim to his place? More telling, why has Jim accepted? And what have all those furtive glances at crotches been about? Someone is going to get laid. Actually, two ones are going to get laid. Eddie’s balls tingle with anticipation. No more boredom.

    Inside the apartment, there are a few moments of hesitation, neither guy taking the first step towards the other. They stand facing each other in the hall, silent, but at the same time, fully knowledgeable of what is going to happen next.

    Finally, Eddie gets hold of the moment. “Come in, Jim,” he smiles. “Make yourself comfortable.”

    Jim nods, smiles back, and walks into the sitting room. He sits down on the sofa facing the TV set, his legs spread, his hands resting on his thighs, palms down. Eddie follows but doesn’t sit down.

    “Can I offer you anything to drink?” Eddie asks, standing inches away from Jim, his crotch in line with Jim’s face. Jim is gazing at Eddie’s crotch. As if in slow motion, Jim moves one hand and places it on the front of Eddie’s running shorts, feeling the masculinity inside. Eddie looks down, starting to erect.

    “Water, please,” Jim says, as he runs his hand over the hardening meat.

    Eddie looks down at the groping hand and then at Jim. “You like?” he asks with a smirk.

    Of course, Jim likes. Jim likes a lot. He squeezes Eddie’s cock. Smiles. “Yes.”

    “Let me get you the water,” Eddie moves away teasingly, his cock now tenting the shorts. Inviting. Tantalizing.

    Jim follows, watching the firm muscles of Eddie’s butt as they walk to the small kitchenette.

    “Ice?” Eddie looks back at Jim as he reaches for a glass.

    “Yes, please.” Jim is now totally excited. He approaches and wraps his arms around Eddie’s waist, pressing his front on Eddie’s back, his cock also hard and throbbing against the hot butt. Eddie grinds back on the cock as he pours water in the glass.

    “Here you go,” Eddie moves a step away from the embrace, one more time teasing.

    Jim takes the glass and drinks. For no reason, Eddie starts to feel uncomfortable. This is too easy. A couple of looks on the subway, an invitation, and this guy who Eddie knows nothing about is in his kitchenette, with sex strongly in the air. Jim is very attractive, but this is a first for Eddie. He has never picked up a stranger on an impulse, has invited him to his home, and a half hour later has been thinking about fucking him.

    Eddie’s boredom is back. He can’t do this. He doesn’t like it at all. He thinks hard of a way to get rid of the guy. He finally decides to be blunt.

    “Well, Jim,” Eddie fakes a smile. “It’s been nice meeting you.” Eddie walks to the door in a clear signal that this is it. Jim doesn’t move.

    Eddie opens the door, expecting Jim to leave.

    “You want me to leave?” Jim says, raising his eyebrows.

    Duh, thinks Eddie as he nods his head.

    “But…” Jim hesitates. “But I thought…” There is a look of disappointment on Jim’s face, also a glint of anger, Eddie detects.

    Eddie is also disappointed. But he has made up his mind. No matter how bored, no matter how cute the guy is, it can’t be like this.

    With heavy steps, Jim walks over to the sofa, picks up his pack and moves to the door. In a flash, before Eddie realizes what’s happening, Jim draws out a knife from his backpack and holds it at Eddie’s waist, the point almost pricking shirt and flesh.

    “Close the fucking door,” Jim hisses.

    Eddie is taken by surprise. He doesn’t know what to do. He is not really scared; shocked maybe, but not really scared. Jim, although sticking a knife to his side, doesn’t look that threatening. Besides, Eddie knows he can take Jim, knife and all. Slowly, he closes the door.

    Jim reaches his other hand and pulls Eddie inside towards the sofa.

    “I came for a fuck, man,” he says, keeping the knife close to Eddie’s body. “If I can’t get into your pants, perhaps I can get into your wallet. Give me all the cash that you have.”

    Eddie, instinctively, punches Jim in the face, hard, as he quickly steps back from the knife.

    “Awww…” Jim screams as he drops the knife and grabs at his face. “You fucking broke my nose, man.”

    “Now get the fuck out,” Eddie says, kicking the knife away from Jim.

    “You know I will be back, don’t you?” Jim croaks, his hand pressed onto his face. “And next time, with a fucking gun. I will fuck you and then kill you. You know that, don’t you?”

    Jim reaches the door and opens it, walking backwards.

    “You know what, fucker?” Eddie rushes at Jim, pulls him back into the apartment by the hair and throws him onto the couch. “It’s me who will do the fucking,” Eddie starts ripping Jim’s clothes off. “And when I finish fucking your bitch, sorry ass, you will come back not to kill me but to get fucked, again, over and over. But then, I will not fuck you. I will jack off inches away from you as you drool over my cock, but never fuck you. Bitch!”

    Eddie rapes Jim, violently, mercilessly, bending him over. This is totally out of character. He rides Jim’s ass doggy, pulling on Jim’s hair, hard-slapping Jim’s exposed butt cheeks, as he plows in and out of Jim’s fuck hole. He doesn’t waste much time in pleasantries. His cock splits Jim’s ass with force, hurting him, and he dumps his load deep into Jim’s bowels before he lets go.

    As he slides out of Jim’s ass, he slaps his butt hard. “Now get out.”

    Jim remains where he is, his ass dripping cum, his face covered with tears, a thread of blood streaming from his nose where Eddie has punched him. He turns around to look at Eddie.

    “I’m sorry, man. I wouldn’t hurt you. I was just… desperate. Fuck me again. Please. Eddie, please, fuck me. You’re still hard. Shove it back.”

    Jim looks pathetic, begging to be fucked after having just been raped. And it is true: Eddie is still hard, his cock vertical, dripping cum.

    Eddie feels bad as he pulls up his shorts.

    “Please?” Jim repeats.

    Eddie does fuck Jim again, more than once, throughout the night.

    Eddie and Jim are still together as lovers, but in a way, Eddie is still bored.

  • I Blew My Str8 Landlord

    After my morning walk/swim/coffee today I got back to my unit complex and crossed paths with my landlord. We chatted for a few minutes, he thanked me for having him for drinks last night and we both said that we were a little bit hungover this morning but nothing a swim in the ocean couldn’t fix.

    The last thing he said to me was “Thanks for… you know.”

    “Anytime” I replied as I headed back to my unit.

    I’m glad he remembered what we did last night, and I’m glad that it might happen again.

    A few months ago I moved up to the Sunshine Coast, it was a little bit tricky finding a place to rent/lease but eventually I found this great unit which is a short walk to the beach and furnished. It also has its own private roof which is where I pretty much live when it isn’t raining (as it has been a bit too much lately).

    When I inspected the unit I was on my best behaviour, and I got along with The Landlord and his wife.

    The building complex has six units in it, I’ve rented the top floor at the front of the building and The Landlord who owns my unit, also owns a unit on the ground floor a the back of the complex near the little swimming pool where they live. I think usually they travel and aren’t home much but the whole covid thing right.

    The Landlord and his wife are late forties, she is a cute brunette who looks like she has some Italian in her heritage. Russ looks like a grown up surf bum with blond hair, tall, slim and fit for a guy approaching fifty years old. He made his money in IT and that is what I tell him I do for a living (don’t really tell to many people I run some speedo fetish gay porn sites).

    I’ve only really chatted with The Landlord a handful of times and it is usually when we run in to each other in the complex pool. I don’t use it a whole bunch and I can’t see it from my unit but I don’t think anyone else in the complex uses it but The Landlord is often there. When I’ve seen him at the pool he wears a black speedo. He is married and from his tan it looks like he wears speedos a lot. I always wear a speedo at the pool and he never said anything it.

    Had I know what would happen, I would have embarrassed myself by getting a boner in my speedo all those times we hung out.

    I wouldn’t haven been able to stop thinking about how The Landlord was sitting on my couch, legs spread with me on my knees between them. His speedo pulled down under his balls, my right hand stroking his cock, my mouth open, tongue just touching the tip of his cock and him exploding the biggest load of cum I have ever experienced. I had warning that he was about to cum, I was expecting it but it still surprised me the volume of man juicy that came rushing at my face.

    Unlike me, I couldn’t take it all and ended up with cum on my chin and dripping down his cock, on his balls and a little bit on his black speedo which he was going to have to explain to his wife.

    It started yesterday afternoon, I had been for a walk to get groceries and getting home I was a little hot so decided to grab a couple of beers and go for a quick dip in the complex pool. I had been in maybe two sips (of beer) when The Landlord walked in to the pool area. There are signs everywhere about no glass and no eating or drinking in the pool so I immediately apologized to The Landlord but he told me it was fine. I offered him my second beer which he accepted.

    Once those beers were finished, he got out and grabbed a couple more each from his unit.

    Just two straight acting, Aussie blokes, chilling out in the pool, drinking beer on a Friday afternoon, wearing nothing but the tiny amount of material that makes up a speedo.

    The conversation was just normal in the pool but that would change when we went up to my unit and went from beer to whiskey.

    Once the sun set, it got a lot cooler and since I owed The Landlord a beer I invited him up to my place for another drink. Whiskey or beer, we both opted for beer. When we got up to my unit The Landlord asked me if I had another towel and I threw him one. I was in the kitchen pouring us some drinks and to my complete surprised, The Landlord dried himself off really well with his towel, then put the dry one on the couch and sat down. Wearing nothing but his black speedo. Wow. This straight guy is really comfortable with his body and wearing a speedo.

    Handing The Landlord his drink, I sat on the second couch using the same method he was.

    The topic of conversation changed immediately, he asked me how my love life was.

    I told him that a few weeks ago I had an online hookup with a chick but it might have been a once off. I was referring to my online hookup with a cute little twink (click here to read about that experience), I’ve often done that in the past when mates ask about my sexual adventures, I pretend it was a girl instead of a guy.

    The Landlord asked me if that was two weeks ago, on a Thursday afternoon?

    My mind did a quick check, it was a Thursday afternoon two weeks ago that the young guys came over to my place. Ow no, I had just been outted by my The Landlord. My mind raced at a million miles an hour, would he kick me out, what would he do? While my mine exploded I couldn’t talk.

    Finally looking up I saw a smile on The Landlords face. It is OK Dave, he told me, I did some experimenting in my younger, bachelor days.

    That gave me a little bit of relief but I was still speechless.

    The Landlord actually reached over and slapped me on the thigh, reassuring me that it is OK. My secret was safe with him.

    He then proceeded to tell me about when he was in his early twenties and was a member of the local surf life saving club (lifeguards) and he and his best mate would blow each other a couple of times a week. They both had girlfriends but they were just horny all the time and he found that his mate sucked cock better than his girlfriends ever did.

    Then he threw out an invitation, he said “I kinda miss it” with a grin and a slight nod towards his crotch.

    “I’d love to” was my reply and I got up off the couch and got on my knees between The Landlords legs.

    Wow, that went from two straight acting guys having a drink in the pool to my hands on his thighs, me on my knees and my tongue moving towards his bulge. As my tongue inched closer to his cock, I felt a little bit light headed. When the tip of my tongue touched the lycra of his blue speedo, The Landlord’s cock flinched.

    Then I got to work.

    I worked his cock through the speedo material for a while and his cock got harder, and harder.

    It was too much for The Landlord, he reached down, undid the drawstring of his speedo and flopped his cock out and pulled the speedo waist band below his balls. I went to work on his cut cock. He was completely shaved which is what I love and I just went to town sucking his cock like it was the last cock on Earth. Looking up at The Landlord, he had his hands behind his head and he was biting his lip, I knew he would be cumming soon.

    He gave me some warning and as I described earlier, I opened my mouth and while flicking the tip of his cock with my tongue I was stroking it with my right hand. Then his cock exploded in a torrent of cum.

    The first rope went high and got my lip and cheek, I over corrected and the second one went low on my chin and dripped down on to his balls. His cock just kept pulsing load after load of creamy cum. I tasted it but was enjoying watching it flow down his cock like lava off a mountain. Between his deep breaths The Landlord was confirming that guys really do suck cock better.

    Once he finished his orgasm it was a bit of a mess. And I thought I should add to it.

    I got off my knees and pulled my cock out the leg of my red speedo. I straddled The Landlord and started jerking off. My right hand was stroking my cock, my left was on his shoulder, his hands were both on my arse and he was focused on watching my cock getting pumped by my hand.

    His hands on my arse felt amazing and I was getting close when The Landlord looked up at me and asked me to kiss him.

    That put me over the edge.

    While our tongues mashed together, my cock exploded and my cum poured over his cock, balls and speedos which were drenched in his own cum from his orgasm just minutes earlier.

    The Landlord had to get back to his wife and looking at the mess his speedos were he told me he couldn’t take them home to his wife. He left them with me to put them in the wash and he just wrapped a towel around his naked body.

    If you don’t believe me, I have some photos of his blue speedos if you’d like to see them.


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  • A week with my Dad

    Hello there, I am Ryan and I am 25 years old. I live with my family in Philadelphia. Most of our family do farming work and also we run our own farm. Growing up there, I have seen so many hot, hairy men working. Talking about hot and hairy, let me tell you about my dad. My Dad is 6.1 tall, 48 years old and he is hairy all over. His chest, belly and those sexy pits are all hairy. My dad usually doesn’t wear a shirt while working at the farm, just the jeans. So growing up I have seen his body like that everyday.

    When I was teenagers, I heard my mom used to say like my dad has a thing for guys. She teases him still. I thought it was just fun but later I discovered something else. After I finished high school, I got admission in a college, so I moved to the town. After my spring session, I was coming home to visit my parents. I didn’t have time to wash my clothes, so I took all my unwashed clothes like my underwear, gym shorts etc just like that.

    When i got home, my parents were so happy to see me, especially my dad. At the dinner table, i found out that my mom has to visit her sister for a week, and she will leave the house tomorrow morning. I was really happy because this would be the first time I would spend time with my dad. So the next morning, my mom already left, and I was just laying on the couch. I didn’t see my dad around though he was probably busy working. As i mentioned earlier that i didn’t have time to wash my clothes, so i decided to wash those today.

    I was about to enter my room and I saw my dad was sniffing one of my underwear. While he was sniffing it, he was rubbing his cock. I could tell he was horny. I didn’t say anything but leave as soon as i could. I was thinking about what my mom used to say, and now it is true. I heard the sound of my dad’s voice from upstairs and I immediately just pretended like reading the newspaper. My dad winked at me and said we are going to have a good time together. He then went outside.

    After I had my lunch, I saw my dad come home from outside. He just said “Hi” and then went to his room. But he didn’t lock the door. It was slightly open, and I could literally see the view inside. I saw my dad was changing his clothes. When he took off that shirt, I was amazed to see that hairy body of his and those musky hairy pits. I got hard on right away. Then he pulled his pants, and slowly took his underwear off. Oh gosh my dad has such a sexy cock. It’s 6.5 inch thick and hairy. Those big balls are hanging like peach.When he bent down to take his clothes from the floor, I just saw the most amazing ass in my life. That hole was just something I can’t express in words.

    After the dinner, I was wondering how I would approach my dad. After all what I just saw today driving me nuts. Surprisingly my dad actually asked me if i would like to sleep in his room. I said “Yes” right away. So when I entered the room with my dad, I saw my dad take off his clothes. He was just wearing a sexy jockstrap. He told me to feel free to take off my clothes. I did as soon as he told me. Now we both half naked laying on the bed.

    After a few minutes of silence, my dad put his hand on my chest and said “ you have a sexy body, my son”. I was really expecting something like that from him. I said, “Thanks dad, i think you have a sexy body too”. He just giggled and raised his right arm over my shoulder. I could smell that musky pit. Geez I was so hard on. My dad just asked me if I like that pit smell. I said “Yes Sir”. he then asked me to lick that. As I started licking his hairy musky pit, he did the same with mine. Then we kissed each other.

    My dad held me tight and took my tongue in his mouth all the way. He was rubbing my cock and squeezed my balls. He then got on top of me. Kissing my neck, licked my nipples and nibbles around my chest, then he started sucking my cock and balls. Then I did the same with him. After that we positioned 69, me on the top of him. He was sucking my cock, licking my balls and my hole like crazy. And he was also putting his finger in my hole. I was moaning for such joy.

    Then my dad wants me to lick his ass hole like he did with mine. And when I started licking that hole, it was so delicious. My dad was moaning and saying like “that’s the spot son…put your tongue in there”. After that my dad want to fuck my sweet hole. I was super ready for that. He fucked me really well. He fucked me in every position he could. One of my favorite positions was when he was on the couch and I had to ride his cock while he was sucking my nipples and kissing me sometimes.

    One surprising fact was that my dad also let me to fuck him as well. It was one of the best weeks of my life.

  • Missed Scholarship

    Austin was a great gymnast and won a full scholarship to Ohio State University; OSU. Austin is about 150lbs. smooth, tight body, tight little virgin muscle ass, Austin knew he was gay but had not acted on it or ever had sex

    Unfortunately for Jake, that was the last of the scholarship money. Jake was hoping for a full football scholarship to OSU, but he missed out, jake was a rough muscle head jock, 6’ 2’ solid build and thick dick 8” beer can, girls cried when he fucked them cause it hurt so so much

    It was Fall on a Friday night; Austin was finishing up practice and was heading to the gym showers at school. Jake knew who Austin was and knew he lost his scholarship to him. Jake saw Austin walk into the steam room and decided it was time to show this twink fag what happened

    Austin was sitting in the steam room and was relaxing his muscles, Jake walked in without a towel, he saw Austin stare at his thick dick and hot body. Jake saw Austin lick his lips and decided it was time. As Jake got up, Austin headed to the door. Jake grabbed Austin’s hair and pulled him back into the steam rooms. Jake said, “I know who you are you twink fag, you cost me my scholarship, he beat Austin down until Austin was on his knees crying, Jake said you can cry about this and slammed his dick into Austin’s mouth. Austin choked and gagged on that thick dick and tried to pull away. Jake continued to skull fuck him and punch him in the face

    Austin was crying and screaming and telling him he did not know anything and that management would be here soon to stop this. Jake said he knew management and they left Jake had the key to lock up. Jake threw Austin down on the wood planks and cracked his legs open, jake said, “nice tight cherry hole I need to bust it wide open and breed that boy cunt” Austin screamed and then Austin felt that thick dick slammed into his hole. Austin squealed like a stuck pig and Jake just laughed and enjoyed the tight silky smooth tight hole. Jake fucked him for almost an hour and then dump a 10 day load in him.

    Jake got up, he had Austin clean off his dick with his moth, slapped him around a few times and then said, cunt boy, I know where you are and where you live your ass is mine for the next 4 years

  • Martin

    After cleaning off, Martin stepped over me, knees on each side of my chest. His spent dick hung there, small, in the midst of his slowly drying blonde bush. His balls, which was once pulled up into his body, were now hanging low, below his dick, slightly swaying side to side. I studied his dick’s pink and somewhat pointed head, finally understanding how he weaseled his dick into my hole, defeating my tight puckered defense.

    Not feeling as self-conscious as I did hours prior, I ran my hand up Martin’s fuzzy thighs, savoring each soft, blonde hair, as I made my way up and around to his stomach. I was intrigued by how much softer his belly hair was than his bush. My hair is soft and silky all over. I didn’t much time to study it as he grabbed my hand and pulled them up to his pec. I felt his smooth skin, searching for the few, scattered hairs along the way to his nipple. Once my finger grazed his hard, erect nipple, he inhaled sharply through his clenched teeth. This caused me to change my focus from his chest to his face and how his eyes were rolling back into his skull. Martin, it seemed, liked nipple play.

    Learning quickly, my other hand clamped on his other nipple. Martin gasped and chuckled as I twisted, flicked and pinched his nipples. That soft, flaccid dick? Well, it started to grow again, slowly arching back, pointing back to his face. I watched as its skin stretched taunt, how the vein on it side went from invisible to visible, how its ridge seemed to flare up and out like a flared lizard’s frill.

    Gradually, Martin lowered his entire weight on my hairy belly. Once settled, he started rocking back and forth. I felt my ultra-sensitive cock smearing its leaking liquid in the crack of his hairy ass.

    “God, I love this hairy chest” he cooed. He leaned down, bracing himself on my chest, running his hands through my chest hair. This pushed my hands from his chest, under his arms and around to his back. I felt his muscles flex and contract as he moved. If his back was this tight, how tight would that furry hole be?

    “It’s so soft. Do you condition it?” he asked.

    “Of course” I replied, willing to say anything to get a piece of that ass.

    “I wish I had chest hair like this” he replied in a melancholy manner.

    “I love your little patch here” I said, bringing my hands back around and fondling his pecs until I felt his little patch of hair. “It’s sexy!”

    “I wish I had that dick, too!” he said as he leaned back and grabbed my swollen member. “And all that leaking!” He ran his hand over my wet cock head, sliming my natural lube down my shaft.

    I moaned before replying. “I’m just glad I finally got to see yours. And it’s big enough to do some damage, or did you forget?” He laughed.

    “Yeah. Mikey really busted a big nut. I thought you were gonna’ pinch my dick in half!” he said, squeezing my dick hard. “Like that!”

    “You’re so hot, Martin. I’ve dreamt about this all summer” I admitted.

    “Me, too. But I never thought you’d be this hairy or…” he squeezed my dick harder still“..this big. I’ve wanted it inside me but, to be honest, I’m scared. You’re a big boy!”

    Not wanting this moment to escape us, I spoke up. “Well, you have lube. I’m sure you’ll be fine!”

    He raised back, centering his weight on my stomach. Luckily, he was a small guy and not heavy at all. He tilted his head, obviously thinking.

    “Come on Marty” I whispered, mirroring his calling me ‘Mikey’. I grabbed my drink and slapped it against his ass. “I know you want this…”

    He smiled wide, showing me his dimple. “You know how to talk to me….’Mikey’” he said. “But let me be in control.”

    He spun off of me, standing on the side of the bed. Grabbing the rubber, the tore it open, tossing the wrapper on the bed and tossing the prophylactic in the middle of my chest. It’s pale, skin coloring stood out against the dark hair of my chest. Martin lubed up my dick, slowly working the lubricant up and down my shaft, encircling my fringed head. This sent electrical shocks through me, causing my body to shake slightly. He seemed to take pleasure in this.

    Deftly, he snatched the rubber, pulling a few hairs out of my chest in the process; the pain caused my dick to plump in his hand. Quickly he pulled that thin sheath over my cock, then lubed the outside of my overed dick lightly.

    “Ready?” he asked.

    I smiled, telling him all he needed to know.

    In a second, he was back up on top of my, his now hard dick sticking itself to his lower abdomen. He reached behind him, finding my dick. He ran it up and down his crack – I could feel his hairy crack through the rubber, a testament to the coarseness of his body hair. I grabbed his pecs and studied his face as he wormed my dick around, searching for his hole.

    Soon enough, he found it. I felt his sit down on my, my rigid dick standing its ground as my big head pushed into his hole. He grimaced. Not wanted toslow down, I grabbed his nipples and started working them between my fingers, pulling the hairs that surrounded them. He whimpered as the combination of nip torture and my head popping through his ring was too much for his here-to-fore macho, in charge attitude to take.

    With my head in his tight (and I mean tight) hole, he exhaled and dropped to my chest, bracing himself with his arms. His muscles flared as his eyes widened.

    “You’re so biiiiiggg….” he yelled.

    I pushed my hips up, burying my cock another inch of so into him. He gasped and tossed his head back. His neck flared and his tanned skin was flushed red.

    “Mike…” he started. But I didn’t give him a chance. Grabbing his hips, I pushed up another inch.

    “Ahh!” he yelled –thankfullyhe lived in a rural area, so no neighbors were able to hear. Because they would have!

    My dick was relying to me how it was pushing his insides apart, snaking its way into him. The pressure and heat were intense. He moaned as if in pain, so I stopped, running my hands up his now sweaty back. He breathed like a pregnant woman at Lamaze Class. After a few seconds respite, I pushed him down and pushed myself up at the same time.

    “Ahhhhwwww…” is all muscle boy Martin could muster as I impaled him with my big and happy dick. “My…it’s so big!” he said with a laugh.

    “I’m all in now” I whispered. He sighed and sat back on my, slowly. His furry, firm ass fully engulfing me inside him – he almost seemed to be sucking me deeper into him. His face was contorted in pain. I slowly watched it change from ‘ithurts’ to ‘it feels amazing’. A smile slowly spread across his face. He looked down at me.

    “I didn’t think I could take it, buddy. But I did!”

    “Yesyou did!” I replied, pushing up into him slightly. He gasped and shook his head ‘yes’. That’s all I needed.

    I started pushing hard into and pulling fast of out him. He cried literal tears as I punished his hole, my bulbous head rearranging his insides. The more tears flowed down his smiling face the harder and faster I slammed into him. All he could say was “Ahahahahahah“asmy head punished his prostrate. His arched dick was now covered in his own clear liquid slinging it all over me,himand the bed as each time I smashed his ass, more liquid oozed out from his dick slit. I pounded him so hard it raised his bodyoff ofmine, causing me to pull out of his hole. Herose upon all fours, one hand and knee on each side of me.

    “Wait! Wait” he panted. “Whew. That’s intense. I don’t know if I can take itany more.”

    “You promised” I said catching my breath. “Let’s try another position. Like earlier” I suggested.

    “OK buddy.”

    He rolled over next to me, looped his arms behind the back of his knees, exposing his firm and fuzzy ass. I got out and moved around, mounting him like he did me earlier. I placed his feet on my shoulders and worked my eager dick around until I found his pouting hole. I slid right into him without any precautionary conversation.

    “Goooooddddd!” he yelled as my dick punched out the air in his lungs. His eyes looked like they were going to pop of out his head. Having never seen Martin in such a vulnerable position, I knew he was mind. I didn’t work up to anything. I simply started full force.

    “My God! It’s so….Fuuu…Oh OhOhOh….” He moaned and cried as my hairy balls slammed into his hard all.

    “You feel… so… good, Martin!” I managed to shout between catching my breath. “So…tight!” Leaning back more on to my knees, I grabbed the front of his thighs and started pulling him back onto my dick, giving my legs and back a rest. He grabbed his dick and started jacking. Something inside me clicked and I grabbed his hands, holding them down to his side. I didn’t want him to finish too early.

    “Mike! I’m…. gonna bust!” he cried, tears running down the side of his face. I slowed down, leaning in slightly getting in his deep. I felt his tight hole become tighter as his whole upper body seemed to glow red. Martin’s cock, which was originally dumping clear liquid in his hairy belly button, now seemed to be pushed away from his belly towards me. A tight squeeze at the base of my cock, then a massive white jet of liquid erupted from his head, hitting his chest. Squeeze. Another jet. By this time, Martin was screaming. I could tell if it was a scream of agony or pleasure. Another squeeze and another massive jet of cum, this time coating his left nipple. He raised his head and looked at me with a look of ‘is this really happening?’ as his dick continued to dump more and more white, creamy loads on to his abs.

    Seeing my man crushcumming, looking so defenselessas I impaled him, our eyes locked. I couldn’t hold out any longer. Already buried deep inside him, I tested the elasticity of that rubber as I dumped another round of Mike’s Baby Juice. I echoed his screams with screams of my own as sweat rolled off my face, dripping onto Martin’s wet chest.

    Once finished, I leaned into him, kissing him hard, before falling off to the side, my dick ripping out of his hole with a wet noise that sounded like the released of a suction cup. We laid there next to each other, breathing heavily; Martin’s cum soaked body and shrinking dick and my own dick, covered in semen filled latex, slowly shrinking as it laid on his hairy, and now wet, thigh.

    “That was…beyond amazing!” he admitted. I couldn’t speak anything other than “Uh huh”.

    As reality set in, Martin rolled off the bed and bent over to grab a towel. In doing so, he exposed his wet, hairy ass crack red from continued slapping. He wiped off his front and turned to me, smiling.

    “I think you need the bathroom” he suggested. I rolled off the other side of the bed, filled rubber swinging from my now mostly normal sized dick as I tried to walk to the bathroom. My legs were weak, and I had to use the walls to keep from falling over.

    In the bathroom, I pulled the rubber from my dick.I looked at the little big guy, wondering what he saw inside Martin.Ithenrolled around the cum filled rubber in my fingers, wishing I could have left some of this inside Martin to symbolize our first time. At any rate, to keep this to ourselves, I flushed it down the toilet and made sure it went down. I’m sure he didn’t want his hyper religious parents to come home to see a cum filled rubber floating in the bowl. As the toilet settled from the second flush, I looked in the mirror. No longer was it a virgin boy I was seeing, but a devirginized man. I’ve had my first man-ass (after serving my own earlier) and I survived. I wasn’t ‘burning in Hell’ of any other Christian bullshit. I stepped back, thankful I had short hair that didn’t need ‘fixing’.

    Martin and I got dressed and spent the rest of the evening together. Each of us had a sore ass, but I suspect as tight as he was, and as big as I am, he was a bit more uncomfortable than I. I left around 10-11PM that night, my legs barely strong enough to operate the clutch.

    The two of us spent the next couple weekends together, but we never had a chance to be alone. We’d steal glances at each other often, but it was to no avail. Eventually, we each went our separate ways in school. I found other guys, but none at wonderful as Martin. It wasn’t until ten to twelve years later I’d find someone more amazing than Martin. Our sex life is great, but I still, time to time, think of Martin. I found him on social media. He’s married with four kids now, though I couldn’t find out what he does professionally. I wondered if he ever finished his quest to become a preacher. I’ll never know, because, as of this writing, Martin has blocked me from his social media. That’s fine – I’m an adult. You can’t erase history no matter how hard you try. Martin fucked me and he knows I fucked him, weeks before he left to become a preacher. And that’s more than fine with me.

  • Born to be Used

    My name is Kai Michaelson and I am 18 years old. I just turned 18 this year on April 16 this year. On my birthday my dad wanted to talk to me so he took me for a drive. We got into our car and started to drive. I had no clue who my mother was so I was wondering if that was what this was about. We drove silently for about an hour and I could not see anything except for a barn in the far horizon. My dad then started to say, “So…. You weren’t born to be a regular person but something at a lower class..

    I started to ask questions now, “ What?? What do you mean a regular person? What do you mean a lower class??”

    “I mean I impregnated your mother to have a son that would become my personal slut slave, and your mother was fine with it because she was a slut too. In fact your mother submitted to me after I knocked her up, and then after you were born and past the breastfeeding age, I sold her. I sold her to a black gang and watched them all use her pussy until you couldn’t even recognize it was a pussy anymore. The gang paid me 560$ for her, and it was cheap but your mother wasn’t a virgin or that tight so it brought her worth down. I bided my time and did a little digging for when you became 18, and I found this great camp. This place will train you for 3 weeks and by then you will have become what you were born to become….. a cum craving slutty whore,” he replied.

    “What?!! No!!!! Let me out of this car dad. I have college and I have my friends… I HAVE A LIFE!!,” I pleaded.

    “HAHAHAHA I already texted all of your friends saying you moved to Brazil so they won’t suspect a thing,” he explained. I was shocked and speechless. I tried to open the door and jump out but my dad injected me with something that knocked me right out.

    I slowly opened my eyes. “Oh my god… what the hell just happened..” I thought. I looked around and realized I was in one of the wooden stalls at the barn. The floor was surprisingly clean, but it was hard because of the polished wood. I then realized that I was naked.  I was pretty good looking too, I had a nice body because I was a badminton player and did a lot of footwork and endurance training. I had smooth, perfect, brown skin and black hair. A lot of people thought I was from India. My body didn’t grow much hair either, only in my pits and pubes and even then it wasn’t too much. That was when I realized someone shaved me. I tried to get up to peek over the stall doors, but my feet and hands were shackled to the ground and there was only enough chain for me to stay sitting. I was also gagged with what seemed like my white sleeveless undershirt. I screamed but only muffled sounds came out. 

    “Ooo he’s awake,” I heard a voice say. The door opened and two men walked in. One of them was my dad and the other was a complete stranger. He was about 6 feet tall and very muscular. He was kinda hot not gonna lie. They looked down on me and said, “Hey there slut. You look cute sitting on the floor with your undershirt gagging you. Your daddy just rented you here so you can be trained. I have 3 rules. Number one, you are no longer Kai but you are slut, or whore, or bitch. You are whatever I want to call you and you don’t get a say. Number two, you will do everything I ask with minimal hesitation or else… and finally when speaking to anyone here you will say either master or daddy. Nod if you got it.” I nodded scared of what would happen if I didn’t.

    My dad said, “Bye bitch. Train well,” and left. Did my dad just drop me off at a sex slave training camp and leave. 

    “Now, stay here. I’m going to get some equipment,” he said and left. He came back with a locked box. He then reached into his pants and got a key to open the box. Inside was a collar, a couple different harnesses, a lot of different gags, butt plugs, anal beads, and a lot of other things. He smiled and brought out the collar and attached it around my neck. He then got nipple clamps and clamped my nipples. I screamed but you could only hear muffled noises. Master then ungagged me. “Now, suck my cock slut,” he commanded. He took his trousers off and there was suddenly a thick 8 inch dick staring at me. He laughed and then shoved his dick into my mouth. I screamed and gagged but he just moaned. The dick grew in my mouth even more and was about 10 inches now. He slowly kept moving his dick in me and soon it was all in me. My nose was touching his pubes and I was choking but my master kept me on his dick. He kept choking me until I wasn’t gagging anymore which was about 6 minutes. He said good job and reached into the box. He pulled out a gag harness that when put on me, I would have a dick in my mouth. This was nowhere near my master’s dick size but was around 5 inches. He left me still tied up, gagged, and clamped in the stall for the rest of the day. Master then would feed me some food the next morning so I wouldn’t starve and would give me an enema an hour later. Then he would train my throat all over again. This went on for a week and the next week he came in and said, “good job bitch you passed your oral skills. Now onto you anal skills…” My eyes widened in terror. He laughed and grabbed a dildo from the box. It was 6 inches big and 2 inches thick. “You’re daddy said I couldn’t fuck your ass but I can still use a dildo,” he explained. He then lubed up my ass and dildo with coconut oil and slowly slid it into me. Omg the pain was unbearable but then…. It felt good. It felt amazing. “Maybe I was born for this,” I thought. He would leave a smaller dildo in for the rest of the day so both my mouth and ass were plugged. He added this to our daily schedule for another week.

    This was the last week of training. He said I passed my anal skills and now it was time to practice both and add some bondage. Suddenly you could hear the doorbell of his house ringing. He then quickly attached a metal chain leash to my collar and guided me to another stall. This one had hay on the floor and two machines, one near the door and the other near the back of the stall. There was also a sling in the middle of the stall. He laid me stomach flat on the sling and raised my legs and arms through chains attached to the walls of the stall. That’s when I realized what the machines were…. They were fuck machines. He attached a 8 inch dildo on the back machine and a 6 inch dildo on the front. The 8 inch would be fucking me from the back and the 6 inch would be destroying my mouth. He sped the machines up to alternating times so I would be impaled by a dildo all the time. He then pulled a lever that brought a cow costume down from the ceiling. The costume covered me giving the illusion that I was just a cow being breeded in the stall. However I could still see everything outside of the stall because the doors were much lower than my previous stall. I could then hear boots entering the barn. My master walked out to see who it was. They are police. They said that they were here for a routine check through for anything illegal and my master said feel free to look around. The police searched all the stalls and finally reached my stall.

    “What the…,” the police officer said as he saw a cow being impaled by dildos, “hey dude, is this how you breed a cow?”

    Master walked over and replied, “yes sir. We insert the dildos into the cow and then press this button to fill it up with horse cum. The horse cum will help fertilize the cow’s pussy. There is also 2 gallons of cum that would be pumped into it.”

    The officer looked surprised and asked, “can I press the button and see it’s tummy expand?”

    My master smiled and said, “Of course go ahead..” The officer then smirked as he pressed the button. I could then  feel the dildos going all the way inside me on both ends. I tried to scream but it was useless. I then felt the gallons of horse cum being flooded into me. My stomach then expanded so much that it looked like I was pregnant. The officer smiled and started to rub his groin. I could see his hard on from inside the costume.

    The officer then said, “All’s good here..” and left with his buddy. Master then lifts the costume and sees me with two dildoes stuffed in my mouth and pussy with my stomach bulging like it was pregnant and then immediately cums on my face. He slowly took the dildos out and quickly shoved a butt plug and dildo gag on me.

    “This will keep the horse cum in,” he explained. He left me filled with horse cum for the rest of the day. The next morning he let all of the cum out into my dog bowl and told me to drink it up for my food for the day. I slowly lapped it all up like a dog. Master then makes me give him head for about 30 min after he finally cummed on my face. He then pissed into the dog bowl and made me drink it for my nourishment. 

    “Thank god he drinks a lot of water,” I thought, “his piss was clear and didn’t taste too bad.” Master then attached me to the fuck machine for a whole week without break and didn’t take me off the machine. Master would adjust the speed of the fucking depending on his mood. I learned to sleep while being fucked because of this. On my final day of training I saw my daddy walk through the barn doors with my master and he saw me getting railed by the machines. He smiled so hard and looked so happy. He then whispers something to my master and they both smirk at me. I got scared. Master unhooked me from the machine giving my mouth and pussy a rest and god they needed. I could barely move my mouth. It was so sore. 

  • Breakdown

    I worked for an assurance/insurance broker. I cannot say that it was the job of my dreams, but it paid the rent and etcetera. I was fortunate to get on rather well with my boss, who took a liking to me very early on. I was hardworking and diligent, a trait my boss liked. In comparison to many other of the lazy members of staff, I supposed that I was a breath of fresh air to Mr. Allen, my boss.

    One Friday afternoon, at three-thirty p.m., Mr. Allen approached me and asked to deliver documents to a difficult customer who lived twenty miles out of town.

    “Once you have done so, Louis, you’re welcome to go home and start an early weekend,” Mr. Allen announced with a smile.

    “Cool… Thank you, sir,” I enthusiastically replied.  

    The week before, I had bought a second-hand vehicle from a friend of Mr. Allen, and I was still in the infancy of my enjoyment of my purchase. Thus far, I had only driven to work and back and the thrill of a slightly longer drive in my new treasure excited me.

    After delivering the documents, I was on my way home, when my vehicle cut out at a four-way intersection five miles out of town. For love or money, the car would not start, and I manage to pull off the road onto the gravel section, before weighing up my options. Looking under the hood was a waste of time for me because I knew nothing about engines.

    Fortunately, I had kept Joe, the man who had sold me the vehicle’s number, and phoned him instantly. Pissed off as I was, Joe calmly appeased me with the assurance that the fault was probably minor. He reminded me that the vehicle was in excellent condition and that I had nothing to worry over at all. Furthermore, he promised to phone me back swiftly to sort out the matter. 

    Minutes later, Joe informed me that a man named Hughie would be by to collect my vehicle with a tow truck.

    Joe then asked, “Will you need a vehicle tonight?”

    “No,” I honestly replied.

    Joe then went on to explain that his mechanics left early on Fridays, but that after Hughie and I delivered my vehicle to his premises, he would ask Hughie to drop me off at my home.

    “One of my guys will come in tomorrow to sort out the problem with your car, and I assure you by ten it will be taken care of,” Joe confidently informed me. With a chuckle, he added, “So you can have a good lie-in tomorrow morning.”

    Feeling a lot better, I awaited the arrival of Hughie.

    When Hughie’s tow truck arrived and pulled up in front of my vehicle, my jaw almost hit the floor as Hughie alighted from his truck. In short, he was the most beautiful specimen of manliness I had ever seen. His presence alone had made my ordeal worthwhile.

    As the hunky stud walked toward me, I was afraid that my knees were about to give way under me. Hughie’s chestnut, shoulder-length curly hair was incredible, and his piercing green eyes almost had me pissing myself. As he extended his broad masculine hand, I practically went into cardiac arrest.  

    “Hi, I’m Hughie,” he announced as his sexy mouth smiled, surrounded by three-day-old stubble.

    “Hello, I am Louis,” I replied

    “Fuck, buddy, we almost sound like a Disney duo,” he said with a chuckle, before adding. “All we need is to find a Dewie to complete the trio.”

    Despite my palpitations, I did manage a humorous reply, as I quipped “Quack, quack.”

    As Hughie went about his work, my mouth was watering as my lustful eyes spun in my head.

    After an effortless display of machismo, Hughie and I was shortly heading to town. I had to restrain myself from blatantly staring at his thick, tattooed covered forearms. I was surprised not to see a wedding ring on his finger. I did not wish to pry and kept my comments superficial and light-hearted.

    Hughie drove me home after my vehicle was unloaded at Joe’s business.

    As we arrived at my place, I did my thank you speech, before offering Hughie a drink. To my astonishment, he accepted. Thus far, Hughie had not been very chatty, and I wondered if my drama had possibly been an irritation to him.

    Once seated in my lounge, I realized that I had a gay magazine on the coffee table. Although I saw Hughie, glance at it, there was no discernible reaction on his face.

    A short while later, he nonchalantly asked, “So… Aren’t you involved?”

    “No, not yet,” I quietly replied.

    “So… You married?” I rhetorically countered.

    “Nah. I nearly did a few years ago, but then an old itch again overtook me. I have always been bisexual but believed that the straight thing might just be less complicated in the end. Problem was that the man itch kept resurfacing. For a time I thought my girlfriend and I may have found a solution when she agreed to MMF action. Sadly, however, she didn’t see a long-term future in it,” he said with a chuckle, before ruefully adding, “Religious crap can fuck with one’s mind.”

    “Oh,” was all I could manage, stunned out of my mind.

    Just as my hopes soared, however, Hughie then told me, “I recently did the guy relationship thing, but that didn’t work out too well… My lover was a drama queen. One night he started throwing things around, and when he broke an heirloom my mother had given me, I regrettably broke his nose.”

    Oh, shit,’ I thought, as he took another sip of his beer.

    “Fortunately, he didn’t press charges, but he did move out. Maybe, I am just not a relationship kind of guy,” Hughie explained, before adding, “Louis, I am not a violent person. I just hate wanton destructiveness.”

    I was in such a quandary, that all I could think of asking, was, “Do you like pizza?” 

    “Huh?” Hughie asked with a stunned look on his face.

    “Well, given the time you picked me up, I presume you haven’t eaten. Frankly, I am starving. I always keep frozen pizzas, and if you have no supper plans, I would like to pop two pizzas in the oven right now,” I proffered.

    “You don’t have to go to any trouble for me,” Hughie mumbled.

    “No trouble at all, as long as you don’t break my nose if I don’t have a combination you like,” I giggled, trying to lighten the situation.

    Hughie now got up and moved toward me. I did not feel threatened but intrigued as he stood before me. As he pushed his hands into my armpits and goaded me onto my feet, I look up into his handsome face.

    “I am not violent and I am very sorry I broke his nose. I was severely provoked but I do regret my actions.”

    After lightly brushing his mouth against my lips, Hughie moved his mouth to my ear.

    “Anything with cheese, tomato, and ham would be great,” he whispered.

    “Do you like olives?” I asked.

    “Yeah, whatever you want to add is fine with me,” he answered before I got a proper kiss.

    The thrill of excitement that pulsed through me was incredible as I wondered where the night would end.

    As I got on with my job, Hughie returned to the lounge.

    “I hope you aren’t worried about your car. Joe is a good guy, and I know he will sort it out,” Hughie assuredly informed me, as he relaxed on the sofa.

    “So, without any gay clubs or bars in the town, where does the action happen?” I cheekily asked.

    “I have heard that there are a few camping sites, but the police are very active here, so I would not advise any of them,” Hughie countered, before adding, “But now that we have met, I am not going to tell you where they are.”

    “Why not?” I playfully asked.

    “Because I don’t like sharing,” Hughie chuckled. “Hopefully, I can interest you in a hick like me?” he countered.

    “Well, I’ll give it some thought, but I’m rather fussy,” I teased.

    “Yeah… Right… I believe you. Thing is, I am not blind. Your eyes and body language have been telling me otherwise. You’re as hot for me as I am for you, Louis, so let’s not bullshit one another,” Hughie chuckled.  

    I simply blushed in response.

    Once we were eating our pizzas, I decided to set some parameters. “I am not bisexual. I only do the gay thing,” I stated.

    “Mmm, you need to broaden your horizons. You’ll be amazed how a little pussy spice can ignite the lust between two guys,” Hughie concluded.

    Before I could answer he added, “With your looks, we could pull the chicks like salmon in grizzly hunting season. Nice-looking girls are turned on by sophisticated men like you, whereas mutts like me only get the slags who prefer rougher guys.”

    Oh, fuck, I thought this was too good to be true,’ I ruminated, analyzing that his ploy was to use me as bait in the future.

    I could sense that Hughie was reading my mind. Shortly, he added, “But tonight, I think we should first make sure that we are compatible.”

    “What was the fight about?” I inquisitively asked him, somewhat perplexed by his confessions thus far.

    “Well, I kept pestering Pete, the drama queen, to give the bisexual thing a try. The night it was about to happen, he bailed. Naturally, I then fucked the female in front of him. Once she left a while later, all hell broke loose,” Hughie related to me.

    After a pause, Hughie continued, “Pete wouldn’t understand that the bisexual thing wasn’t going to be a daily or weekly occurrence. It was just going to be a bit of fun once or twice a month. Pete was too narrow-minded to explore the pleasure it can be. Once one gets into it, you won’t believe how stimulating it can be,” Hughie concluded.

    I was doubtless that the last part of his missive was for my benefit.

    My mind was spinning when we finally moved through to my bedroom.

    Once there, all my doubts melted away when I saw Hughie naked. He was even more stunning than I had realized. His thickset body was magnificent. To my delight, Hughie’s cock also did not disappoint. His dick’s shaft was chunky and tapered down to a smaller, well-covered uncut head. I had always preferred cone-shaped cocks like this, because both orally and anally, they were more comfortable.

    As Hughie embraced me, a passionate smooching session got underway. After our bodies slowly moved onto the bed, Hughie kept amazing me as an ardent sixty-nine sequence followed. As I had suspected, his knob filled my mouth perfectly and the feeling of his dick-head massaging my throat was heavenly as his hips dance above my head. Added to this bliss, Hughie was a cocksucker of note, and his bobbing head soon had me frantically mumbling gasps of ecstasy.

    Hughie’s mastery of the situation soon became apparent as he frequently lifted his head off my dick as he sensed I was getting too excited. I had always been very capable of delaying my release, but the events of the evening and the enjoyment of my fortunate happenstance had put my mind into an overexcited state of arousal.

    After several stops and starts, Hughie finally let things take their natural course before we both reached orgasm.

    After we had both cum, Hughie swiftly reversed his body position before a snowballing session got underway. It was awesome!

    Without pause, we continued kissing as Hughie ground his cock into my genitals. The passion of our interplay remained intense for several minutes.

    After Hughie lifted his torso, my legs curled over his shoulders, before the inevitable stabbing at my backside commenced. Hughie’s entry was seamless and comfortable.

    For the following half-hour, Hughie displayed his skills as he pummelled my arse and kissed my face, shoulders, and nipples, incessantly in a breathtaking display of eroticism. I had never before experienced this level of sensuality in my life.

    After our following eruption, which Hughie again orchestrated to perfection, we moved back to the lounge for a well-earned beer. As we sipped our drinks, Hughie did not appear to be in a hurry to leave.

    “What are you doing, tomorrow night?” he asked.

    “Nothing,” I honestly answered.

    “Cool, I pick you up at seven before we head off to the pub,” Hughie declared, before adding, “It’s time for you to get a proper sex education.”

    Oh, fuck,’ I thought. That sounded like the pussy spice threat I had heard about earlier.

    “Okay,” I weakly replied.

    Before long, we were once again in the bedroom. To my astonishment, Hughie now lay on the bed on his stomach.

    “Fuck me, with that lovely cock of yours, buddy,” he unceremoniously stated.

    I felt bedazzled by his versatility. I had no problem taking the active role and quickly mounted his hunky body. Once I was all in, Hughie began to groan with ecstasy.

    “Oh, fuck, yes. Fuck my hole. Take your time, buddy,” Hughie cooed.

    I was having the time of my life and did not need any prompting. In a reciprocal gesture, I began varying my pace and intensity. Much as I was enjoying myself, the sounds of elation from Hughie were magical.

    When I mentioned I was getting close, later on, Hughie urged me to go crazy, which I did to our mutual gratification.

    Afterward, I was no sooner finished before I was on my stomach getting a solid fucking from Hughie. Not wanting to be outdone, I now squealed like a bitch in heat as he pummelled my arse.

    After Hughie had finally cum, we relaxed on the bed for a short while, before the next round of action began. As I would come to know, Hughie was a sex-machine.

    Another sixty-nine session, followed before we once more fucked one another’s backsides. From sheer exhaustion, we both finally drifted off to sleep.

    The following morning I made breakfast for us. At around nine-thirty, before Hughie was about to leave, my phone rang. Joe called to let me know that my vehicle was ready for collection. 

    After Hughie dropped me off at the garage, Joe went into detail to explain what the problem had been, how they had sorted it out, and how the replaced part would ensure I would have no further problems. All the technical shit went right over my head. With great relief, I returned home after collecting my car.

    Much as I had enjoyed the previous evening, I was apprehensive about the evening ahead. I secretly hoped that we would not be successful on our pussy hunt and that I might avoid the planned MMF threesome that Hughie was hoping would educate me.

    When Hughie picked me up at the allotted time, he was looking very respectable. After we arrived at the bar we sat at one of the tables away from the bar counter. Hughie was on the hunt, as he constantly looked at all the possibilities on offer. Fortunately, there were no immediate candidates, because the women were all either with men, or other female friends. To my horror, a good-looking woman then entered and sat on her own.

    “That’s the one,” Hughie quickly assessed as his eyes focussed on her. “Now listen, buddy, go and ask her if she would like to join us for a drink.”

    With a heavy heart, I walked over and performed my assignment.

    After giving me a charming smile, she looked over at Hughie and asked, “Can’t I just have a drink with you?”

    “No, we’re buddies and I don’t want to let him down,” I replied with a hint of forced salaciousness.

    As she again glanced at Hughie, she stunned me by gingerly asking, “Are you, boys… Into threesomes?”

    I was so gobsmacked, that all I could manage was a ‘maybe’ shrug. I had put the cards on the table, and with a bit of luck she would bail, I thought to myself. Surprisingly, she gave me, and then Hughie, another up and down look.

    “Yeah,” she then said, “Let’s see how this goes.”

    As we arrived at the table, I introduced Dew, her name, to Hughie.

    “Dew… Seriously?” Hughie uttered with a chuckle.

    “Yeah, my parents are tree-huggers… Nature freaks,” she qualified before adding, “On the morning I was born, my dad went outside for a breath of fresh air after the childbirth ordeal. When he did so, there was a lot of dew outside. Apparently, after an epiphany, he then ran inside and told my mother they should name me Dew,” with a giggle, she then concluded, “My mother thought it was a great idea.”

    Hughie now began to laugh. As he did so, Dew gave him a pissed-off look.

    “Oh… I am not laughing at your name. I’m just amused by the coincidence,” he quickly countered.

    As both Dew and I looked at Hughie with confusion, Hughie went on to explain.

    “Huey Dewey and Louie, we sound like Donald Duck’s three nephews,” Hughie gushed with a chortle.

    Dew and I, instantly joined in laughing at Hughie’s amusing comment, even though the names were a slight stretch. The joke instantly broke the ice, and we now commenced chatting like old friends.

    After two more drinks, Dew said, “Actually, Hughie, I must say that you are a lot sexier than I thought when I was sitting at the bar counter.”

    “Well, thank you,” Hughie uttered with a smile, and then without missing a beat, he added, “Does that mean you’ll join us at Louis’s house for a drink, later.”

    “Yeah, definitely,” Dew demurely answered.

    Although things were not going to plan for me, I was becoming more intrigued by the minute. 

    When we arrived at my home and went indoors, Dew immediately embraced and started kissing me. To my delight, Hughie then moved up behind her and wrapped his arms about both our bodies before kissing Dew’s neck and shoulders. I was further appeased as Hughie’s hands encouragingly ran up and down my back.

    Not because of Dew, but definitely because of Hughie, I popped a boner.

    As we caressed and kissed one another, our clothes magically began disappearing off our bodies. Shortly, a triptych of nakedness meandered through to my bedroom.

    As Dew sat on my bed, she instantly pulled my body toward her and swallowed my cock. Simultaneously, Hughie moved up behind me a commenced rubbing his dick in my crack. Not long after, Hughie’s cock began conquering my portal. As Hughie started pumping my backside, Dew’s hands started pulling Hughie’s backside further into me. The combination of stimulation was mind-blowing, and all my fears began evaporating.

    After several minutes, Dew suggested, “Why don’t you boys change position?”

    Both Hughie and I happily complied.

    As I now started fucking Hughie, Dew’s hands re-enacted their former scenario on my butt cheeks.

    Not long after, Dew released Hughie’s cock, before she lay back on the bed. Without hesitation, Hughie lowered his torso and commenced munching her pussy. During this process, I kept fucking Hughie’s arse, as I joined in the cacophony of animalistic sounds reverberating in the room.

    I was slightly surprised when Hughie lifted and soon coaxed me into my turn of cunnilingus on Dew’s snatch. Any reticence I felt was dispelled as his divine cock began fucking my backside. Amazingly, cunt munching was not as bad as I thought it would be. I even started kneading Dew’s tits.

    I was, however, slightly apprehensive as my body was propelled forward to fuck Dew’s pussy. Again, I was delighted that I did not balk. Best of all was that Hughes’s cock and hips continued supplying the impetus to our sexual unity. I even found myself ‘attacking’ her tits with gusto as I nibbled on them.

    Why the fuck have I never tried this before?’ I questioned myself. I could not believe the amount of stimulation I received, even though Dew was a female. I would never again have to get coerced into MMF action.

    Not long after, I felt my body coaxed forward before I once more started skull-fucking Dew. Moving up behind me, Hughie entered Dew’s pussy. As he solidly fucked Dew, Hughes’s hands took control of my head as his mouth traversed my shoulders and neck, before his left hand moved down to tweak my nipples. The louder Dew and I groaned, the more Hughie tortured my nipples and ‘bit’ on my neck.

    As I started announcing my release, Dew blurted that she did not like spunk.

    “Stand up and turn around, Hughie then barked.

    I made it in a hairsbreadth before my balls exploded. As Hughie slurped, he simultaneously seeded Dew’s pussy.  

    After our session ground to a halt, we returned to the lounge for liquid refreshment.

    “I’m sorry I have to head off early,” Dew announced, but I need to get home so I can be up early. I have my entire fuckin’ family descending on me tomorrow for lunch. If you like, I will spend the night next time,” she uttered before adding, “I love DP.”

    After exchanging our phone numbers, Dew got on her way.

    “Well, I suppose it’s just you and me,” Hughie said with a smile before I was frogmarched to the bedroom.

    As Hughie and I got busy, I asked, “Do you have other buddies we could also have a threesome with?”

    “Fuck, yeah,” Hughie replied, to my total delight.

  • Panel Work

    That night we landed back at John’s place. After pizza, I again got to fuck my boss, and had my arse badly stretched by him as the price. We had fantastically long sessions. The feeling of me power fucking my manager, was something magnificent. He’d tightened up since our cage encounter and I was sure it was just the second time he’d taken cock. I slammed him, as I relished being in a hook-up with a fuck-buddy equal.

    The way his hole gripped my meat, kept me on the verge of blowing all night. Holy fuck it was hot!

    I filled his back passage twice in the same session, despite there being no dick sucking or kissing.

    We fucked a further three times on Sunday before our arses were so sore, we had to call a stop. What a sensational weekend! My balls had never been so empty.

    On Monday I could hardly sit, I suspected John was in the same state.

    A truly wicked and wild thought occurred to me as we stood around for the start of week kick-off meeting. Seven days later I set about putting my new plan into action.

    * * *

    I was going to fuck each of them!

    I’d worked out Terry was the next best target. When the pair of us were dispatched to collect a job, I decided to pounce.

    “Can I talk to you about something we promised not to discuss with the whole group?” I asked.

    “You want to talk about that night in the cage?” he asked.

    “Sort of.” I replied.

    “What about it?”

    “Well, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want, but back then I said I’d never blown like that.”

    “Yeah, I remember. So?” he asked.

    “Have you?”

    “Have I blown like that before?” I nodded, that’s what I was asking. “Well, when I was doing Dan, and I was balls deep, I’ve never felt so horny.” He paused, as if in a happy memory. “But if you tell him that, I’ll fuck you up.”

    “I’m not going to say anything,” I assured, “I was just thinking I’d felt the same way.”

    “And? Something else? I’m not following.” He asked, a crease of confusion across his brow.

    “Well,” I said taking a deep breath, “I wouldn’t mind getting off like that again. If you let me fuck you, I’ll return the favour.” There, I’d said it. “You have to promise it stays between us though.”

    “Oh, ok. Let me think about it.” He replied, more brightly than I’d expected.

    “Your dick already is!” I declared as I pointed to his stiff shaft which was making its way down the leg of his paint-stained skinny work jeans.

    “Maybe it is.” He blushed. “Maybe it is.”

    That night I went around to his flat after dinner. He was nervous but the bottom line was we fucked twice. He came inside me both times. I left a load in him, and one on his back. He made me swear the event would stay between us.

    On a roll. I went after Mike next, and given he’d been in me once already, he didn’t take much convincing. Three down.

    * * *

    The situation started to get tricky, simply because of the numbers involved. I was doing at least two of them once a week. More often than not, I was doing all three, with John wanting at least an all-day Saturday or Sunday encounter. I’d never had so much sex, the sheer volume meant my arse was getting seriously used of cock. I was hardly sore at all.

    I decided for entertainment purposes, I’d recommit to do everyone.

    I took Dan two weeks later, again, I met minimal resistance. These guys were horny horny boys, and none of them were getting anywhere near the pussy they claimed was ‘on call’.

    The missing arse was Shane, who flatly refused my proposal. I left the door ajar, and made an effort that appeared I had no interest in chasing him. Leaving him to consider what he’d missed, did the trick. He raised the subject three weeks later, when out on a remote job together. We fucked in the back of the van, covered in grime and in and around the tools. it was excellent fun.

    That night I couldn’t believe it, I’d reached my goal of five for five. As I endulged in self-congratulations, I realised I’d missed a man, Justin!  

    * * *

    The next time I noticed that Justin was intending to sleep in the loft, I made to work back a little later than the others. After they had left, I quietly changed into my most threadbare work jeans, and went commando.

    As he wandered around to where I was finishing my panel work, he declared he was done for the day, and asked could I lock up as I left.

    “Want a quick mid-week beer?” I asked.

    “Sure,” he said brightly, “here?”

    “Nah, nicer up there,” I replied, nodding towards his loft.

    “Cool,” he said, as he retreated to the staff room fridge and retrieved a six pack. I met him at the base of the stairs.

    “First visitor,” he laughed, as he made his way past me and led the way up. When we arrived, he set about cracking one of the windows, to let a little air in. I kicked my work boots off at the door, and feeling the rooms heat, dragged my grubby tee shirt off.

    “Gets warm up here sometimes,” he acknowledged, as he saw me toss my shirt onto my boots. “Still, it’s better than sleeping on John’s couch.” He added as he dragged his own shirt over his head.

    As I sat on the sofa, he handed me a beer. It was fantastic, I hadn’t realised I needed one so badly.

    “How many nights are you sleeping here?” I asked, as if I didn’t know exactly.

    “Last week it was four!” he informed with emphasis. “Just two so far this week.”

    “So things are not getting better at home.” I asked with concern.

    “Nah, sometimes I think it’s improving, then we start screaming at each other.”

    “So, you’re still not getting to empty your balls?” I asked, “Except by your own hand?”

    “Nah,” he laughed derisively, “Not a fucken chance.”

    “I’m going out of my brain,” he said, after a pause. “You can see how full my balls are through my jeans.” He added, pointing. I dutifully looked. His rugged skin tight work wear outlined his package nicely.

    “You do seem full,” I offered, detecting I was hardening and seeking to fire him up in the same way.

    “I fucken am,” he confirmed, “I’m sitting here half hard, just thinking about how horny I am. It’s fucked!”

    I reclined against the couch, and lent my head back, appearing relaxed.

    “I’m a bit the same way,” I revealed, my eyes now closed, my beer resting to the side. “I haven’t been laid in weeks.” I added, knowing the mid section of my cock shaft was starting to bulge out of a strategically placed crutch tear.

    “Weeks!” he exclaimed in a slightly higher pitch than normal. I was getting to him. “I’m out months!”

    The head of my cramped cock, finally sprung free. My dick now snaked down the inside of my thigh. Not up on display, but firm and on its way.

    He almost squeaked. I surmised he’d been staring at my growing bulge. I held my laid back, eyes closed persona.

    “Fuck man, you really are hard” he said, almost breathlessly. I opened my eyes, looked at him, then down at my meat. “I wish you guys would have another one of those cage sessions.” He added, wistfully. I need to bust a nut so bad. His package was clearly under serious strain now. I paused.

    “We don’t have to wait for that.” I declared, “we can bust one together now, as long as you’ll take some risks.” His eyes widened.

    “We can nut together, here?” he asked, licking his lips in anticipation.

    “Yeah, why not?” I asked, nonchalantly, “as long as you keep it between us, and let yourself have some fun.” He was utterly focused on my now rising dick. “Want to?” I asked.

    “Yeah,” he confirmed, almost in a trance, “Fuck yeah, I do!”

    I slowly stood and began peeling off my jeans, he watched transfixed. When I was naked and upright, I flicked my dick free as it curved over my balls.

    “You need to be on your knees and sucking the end of this.” I directed as I pointed to my slowly peeling knob. He moved off the couch to his knees, in a natural, easy movement. He didn’t take his eyes off my cock for the entire time. He opened his mouth and gently took my swollen gland into his watering mouth. It was heaven.

    I carefully placed my hands on his buzz-cut skull, and guided his efforts. I wanted to make sure it was only positive for him. I intended to be here often I’d decided, no point in scaring the horses.

    He did an excellent job. My cock was rock hard, and enjoying his mouth enormously. After a time long enough to confirm him as a cock sucker, I dragged him to his feet and clawed his jeans away. I gave him the head job of a life time. I generated enough joy along his shaft to blow his mind. He’d never felt anything like it.

    As I detected his balls rising, I broke off and rose to stand. I planted a kiss on him, as sensual as he’d ever had. He was melting. Knowing less was more, I pulled away and again, pressed him to his knees. This time he attempted to emulate my efforts. It was great, but I made sure he didn’t gag. I delighted in appreciating his eagerness.

    When I could feel my nut rising, I pulled him to his feet and took his cock in hand. I worked him and myself in unison. He attempted to help, but I pushed him away and told him to just go with the flow. He did. In a state of utter bliss, he blew three minutes later, his load, utterly huge. As soon as I visually saw his release, I blew myself. Our combined seed went everywhere. For the time, he was mind fucked.

    As I came back to earth, I knew I needed to make a graceful exit. I’d experienced straight men dealing with guilt before, and I didn’t want to be connected with it. As he reclined exhausted on the couch, I willed myself to drag my jeans up. By default, I spread my, and no doubt, some of his spoof up my thighs, it was horny to think about.

    I lent over and kissed him on the forehead. He remained utterly spent on the couch.

    “Thanks,” I said quietly. “That was wicked.” I left.

  • Mental castration

    Sing for Me

    That night in bed was the rediscovery of our fraternal relationship. After the usual foreplay of kissing and touching a long while, we did suck each other’s cocks in a wonderful 69 every night. Gabriel was persuaded by now that I loved fraternal tastes more than girls’ tastes. It was idyllic to savour the taste of my brother’s gun as he was savouring my rod. We were for two weeks with a blowjob in bed and some days one more blowjob during the day and two masturbations and we were constantly naked. But I was missing something and often told him.

    -I still have one of my mental balls, Gabriel. You know I love the fact that my sweet brother started castrating me and I’d like him to finish.

    -How? –he asked, though he knew the answer well.

    -You know very well how, Gabriel. I won’t be a proper eunuch till you have cum in my ass.

    He said nothing but I was urging him to do it. In the meantime and since it was dinner time, I usually sang a song for him.

    -It’s the choir that sings this, but I’ll sing it to you right now –I told him and then I started: Gloire immortelle de nos aïeux. It was the soldiers’ choir: Glory and love to the men of old. Yes, glory to my dick, which went harder whenever I sang anything without my clothes for my brother. His dick was also getting hard. He loved Federico Marchegiano’s voice: it always turned him on.

    But sure that he would never want to do it, it was me who decided to take the lead, and after three weeks in bed, one night I decided to suck dick first for I wanted it exhausted for my real aim later. So I was hot as hell knowing what I would be done that night and Gabriel didn’t even suspect. When my brother finally came in my mouth, he wanted of course to be next to blow me but I asked him to wait. I needed some rest, I lied to him.

    So we were touching each other compulsively till I noticed he was so absent-minded in that foreplay that I decided to treacherously jump to his cock and he didn’t even realize he was inside me.

    -Yeah, Gabriel, your dicks’s in my ass, fuck me now.

    -Shit Felix, I shouldn’t be doing this to you, please stop. You are heterosexual.

    -Am I, Gabriel? Your brother’s bisexual but is quite sure that the person I prefer to have sex with is Gabriel Mabaly. So please keep on doing it.

    Totally nervous, I know now he knew of his brother’s stubbornness and I would never ask him to stop, so I felt the thrusts of his dick in my virgin ass. He noticed it was hurting me and was worried but I told him the truth: it hurt less than I expected and I wanted him to do this every day. He told me I should then be next to fuck him and I agreed.

    -We will do everything, Gabriel.

    He started to play the whole symphony of brotherly affection and lust. He constantly kissed me, stroked my whole body and even masturbated me a bit. But he knew what I needed to totally relax and he screamed.

    -Sing for me, my angel of music.

    -Are you the phantom now and I am Christine?

    -Shit no! I don’t want to have sex with no Christine. You’re a boy fortunately and a really hot boy and a wonderful boy. Sing to me the part of the phantom as I keep on fucking you since I have no more chance.

    So I started for the first time that night: Sing once again with me a strange duet, my power over you grows stronger yet and though you turn from me to glance behind…

    He was calmer know when he saw me smile and continue the song. And now I tried to totally sweeten my voice when I finally sang.

    The phantom of the opera is there

    Inside your mind.

    He continued fucking me and I sang only the part of the phantom. He told me that way he was more aware he was fucking the famous Federico Marchegiano. He also had a good voice and accompanied me in:

    And in this labyrinth, where night is blind…

    We continued singing together till we reached the end, only that he couldn’t sing with the voice of Christine, of course. And as he was saying sing for me, my angel of music, he filled my ass for the first time with his long first stream of semen.

    -Good, Gabriel, now you will do this to me every night in bed and every day. Now I’m totally castrated, a fantasy I always wanted for myself, and I keep on cumming. I did not want to cum now for I know you also want me inside you, so ok, tell me the position you want me to fuck you.

    How sweet it was to behold Gabriel’s ass awaiting his brother’s dick. I was totally castrated now for my new feelings were only having sex with that sweet boy and once my dick was piercing his beloved flesh, I had to tell him.

    -That’s how I want you, sweetheart, always with both your physical balls and with your mental balls always in your mind, doing absolutely anything with the brother you’ve always lusted for and with no need of ever changing your desires, for what you want now is the same I want. –And when I was totally sure that it didn’t hurt him at all, fortunately Gabriel had had a fortunate sexual life before, I started to sweetly chant again “sing once again with me our strange duet…”

    Instantly I heard his voice accompanying mine.

    -My power over you grows stronger yet…

    And now both together

    And though you turn from me

    To glance behind

    And sweetly we continued singing all the time my loving dick was movingly fucking my brother for the first time, my lips constantly in his, my chest as a snake copulating with his back, rhythmically, with the melody of The phantom of the opera, till I had to inevitably fill his dear ass with brotherly sperm. It was accomplished. Finally we’d done everything together. I changed the lyrics before we slept again, which I thought would be next, but with the same melody.

    The semen of your eunuch is now

    Inside your ass.

    -You sucked my dick but I still haven’t sucked yours tonight and of course I wanna do it tonight more than ever, you deserve it Felix.

    -Go for it, Gabriel, and after now I hope you mainly choose me for sex. You’ve so much castrated me that now I only wanna have sex with my hot brother.

    He started taking fire to my dick again; never neglecting my balls and returning to them once and again but there came a moment when my cock was totally in his mouth that he asked me, never stopping the blowjob.

    -Is it love that you are feeling for me right now, Felix?

    -I swear I don’t know, my sweetest Gabriel. But I’m sure that I’m feeling the desire of becoming your boyfriend but surely you will be thinking that being your brother, it doesn’t make sense.

    -Being Federico Marchegiano’s boyfriend and Felix Mabaly’s boyfriend is a dream I’ve never dreamt. But if you wanna become my boyfriend, then we can try. Just let me remind you we have to be very careful: you’re such a famous boy, nobody can know this.

    -Then we are engaged, Gabriel. I’ve always wanted to have a partner and it’s so hot that it can be you that I have to cum –and for the first time in my life I blasted a torrent of love into Gabriel’s mouth.

    -Now let’s happily sleep knowing what we already are, Felix, a couple. I promise I’ll always make you happy.

    And we signed a deal. It had all started as an oft repeated fantasy: I wanted to be castrated. But my brother had found a way of making it possible without ever losing my balls and my desires had so much been stirred that now I only desired sex with a boy, only wanted my brother and be my whole life experiencing the funs of incestuous suck and fuck.


    Freedom can move your life and it can be seen even in the hardest conditions, together with love and friendship, happiness and beauty. Have a look at the life of eight beggars who live together at: https://luces-delatierra.blogspot.com/ or in English at: https://lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com/