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I had heard about a jack off club in NYC. I went there to check it out. I stripped at the door and went in. There were guys everywhere jacking off in groups. Nobody was touching each other but a lot of action. Everyone was hard and had their hands on their dicks. I walked over to a group of guys and saw a hot muscular hairy guy with a big cut dick. He was pulling on his dick and making a lot of noise. He was saying yes and fuck and all of the attention was on him. Granted he did have the biggest dick in the room. I was focused on his chest. He was natural and hairy. You could see the outline of his ripped stomach even through the hair. His chest was huge. Each pec was square at the top and curved out. His nipples poked out through the hair but there was no sign of his areolas beneath the mass of hair. As his arm jacked up and down you could see the long dark hair in his pits. The gathered men were urging him on and were quite loud. I could see a lot of syrup pouring out of his dark glans. He appeared like a stereotype biker from the 80’s. He had mirror glasses and a long mustache with a two-days growth of stubble. His lips were framed with his hair making them appear nearly purple. I wanted to explore his lips and taste his mouth. He yelled out and shot his copious load all over the floor in front of him. A large glob fell on the boots of a guy in front of him and there was no attempt to clean it off.

There was no touching in the room per policy. I went into a corner and was watching the room. A tall thin blond guy came over and stood in front of me. I had noticed him earlier. He had nearly white-blond hair. His bush was a deep copper color, and his light chest hair was a strawberry blond. He had long blond hair on his arms and they were thin but defined. His short beard was dirty blond with a red mustache and dark red sideburns. I didn’t see any freckles but am sure he would burn in the sun. His soft uncut dick was long and thin. His balls were hairless and hung low. He smiled and said hallo. I detected an accent and guessed he was European. I asked him where he was from and he said Germany, but his English was good. He was the only other uncut guy I saw in the room. I looked up and down his body. He said: you like? I said I loved uncut dicks. He told me you have a nice one too. He reached over and grabbed my dick. I said I thought you weren’t supposed to touch here. He said the corners were for touching. I looked around and saw we were hidden from the floor and reached for his growing dick. His skin felt like velvet. I could see his blue veins under the skin and saw clear liquid on his glans as I pulled his skin up and down the shaft. His soft white hand was pulling on my skin while I was jacking him. It wasn’t a hard jack to get off but more an exploratory feel to enjoy each other’s phallus.

We were discrete but gathered attention. A couple of guys came over and joined in. These guys were rough and treated our dicks like meat. There was no connection, just lust. I felt trapped in the corner and decided to leave. The guys kept up their attention on the blond and he shifted to the corner. One guy disappeared and I guessed he was blowing the blond German. I decided this wasn’t a place for tenderness, it was a lust spot to get off. I walked over to a group of guys and there was a black guy jacking his dick. His dark skin was so black it was nearly blue. He had white socks and sneakers on and the white socks against his dark legs was so hot. I could see sparse hair on his legs. His dick was nice. Not necessarily large or small. He was cut and His glans was dark. The skin under his glans was dark pink for a few inches and then black up to his bush. I was watching him jack and the pink skin was exposed when his hand went down. His body was muscular but thin. He was more twink than hunk, but a little of both. His hair was short, and his lips were dark with pink exposed when he smiled. His teeth were white and straight. His pink lips beckoned to be explored and his pink tongue licked his lips in a seductive way. I watched him jack and as he started shooting the white liquid shot out over the group around him. I felt wetness hit my hairy leg and felt it slowly trail down to my ankle.

It was about 8 and I hadn’t eaten so I dressed and left to go to a diner in the neighborhood. I ate pancakes and bacon because they had a sign all day breakfast. The food was good and I looked at a gay paper while eating. I noticed a bathhouse in the area. I went to the address and there was no sign of a business. A guy came out and I asked him what happened to the business here? He said second floor. I went up the elevator and got off. There was an entrance and I went in. I was offered a room, but only got a locker. I walked around a bit and found a steam room. I walked in and there was a hot muscular hairy guy in there. He had to be a body builder with that physique. He was short 5’5” at most. He grabbed my dick as I went into the steam room. He told me he had a room and took me to his room. I went into the room and he handed me a rubber. I put it on, and he bent over. I was going to fuck him standing up, ok. I had to bend my legs to get in and I slid in easily. I was feeling the warmth and enjoying the contact when he said hard. I started fucking him harder and harder. I pulled back until my dick nearly left his hole and pushed back in harder and harder. My balls kept slapping against his balls and were kind of sore. He was loud and the slapping of our skin was loud. I noticed he left the door cracked and a crowd was gathered outside the door watching us. I told him I was about to cum, and he said no. I was shocked. No, ok and we kept on for over 30 minutes. Every time I started to cum he stopped me. I shoved in hard, and he pulled back. One time my dick actually slipped out and I shoved down hard, hurting my dick. This pain kept me hard even longer. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed his hips and shot deep into him. My cum filled the condom and as I pulled out, I saw about a quarter cup of cum in the rubber.

I was spent. I headed back to my room and went to bed.

The hotel had a basin in the room, but the commode was in the hall there were two showers. The next morning, I went to the shower dressed in a towel. The first one was locked. I went to the other one and opened it. There was the blond guy from Jacks the previous night. He said he would be a minute and looked at me. He then smiled and said I could join him. I came into the little room and locked the door. I got on my knees and took his wet dick into my mouth. No time for foreplay. I was lapping on his foreskin and poking my tongue underneath his skin. I stood up and kissed him. He said good morning in his accented German and I said now it is. I ran my hand around his body as we showered. I cupped his butt and was enjoying his body. He dropped to his knees and took my hard dick into his mouth. I could tell he was uncut by the way he treated my foreskin. His tongue touched and lapped the skin in all the right ways. I pulled him up for a kiss and stuck my dick head against his. I tried to pull my skin over his head, but it wouldn’t cover. He said here, and easily pushed his skin over my glans. He jacked our docked dicks until they shot. We kissed as our dicks filled his foreskin. We actually had tome to finish our showers and headed to our rooms. I quickly dressed and grabbed my things. I had a 6 pm flight and was leaving after training that day.

During training I went into the men’s room and there was a guy half hard standing there playing with himself. I looked at him and smiled. I stood next to him and pissed. He reached over to grab my dick as I was getting rid of my morning coffee. I kind of turned away. He said alright and reached over and cupped my piss onto his hand. He then lifted his wet hand to his nose and inhaled the acrid smell. He looked at me and sensually licked my piss off of his hand. I finished up and saw him jacking my piss onto his dick.

That evening as I got onto the plane, I had a lot of memories of my trip to New York. I dozed during the flight and the steward came up to me and told me we were landing in a few minutes and I need to put my seat up. I noticed he was staring at my crotch as he talked to me. I un-reclined and noticed my erection snaking down my khaki pants. Oh yea there was a large wet spot at the end.

Dustin had been on edge all day. I mean, it was his wedding day after all. We (me, his best man, and the other three groomsmen) were doing all we could to put him at ease. I even outright asked if he was getting cold feet, to which he replied with only a scoff and a dirty look.

The day had gone according to plan so far, as far as I could tell. With the ceremony due to start in an hour and Dustin still acting like someone had just shit in his cereal, I asked the other three if they could give us a bit of privacy so I could quell the storm Dustin was in. We were all good friends, but it was known to everyone that Dustin and I were closest. The mood was dark and it was clear this was our last option, so they eagerly obliged. As Brendan closed the door, he looked at me with a sad smile and said, “good luck.”

 “Ok, dude,” I said turning to Dustin. “What the hell is going on.”

“It’s- It’s nothing,” he replied still bouncing his knee impatiently. “I’ll be fine once the ceremony is over.”

“Are you nervous?” I asked. “It’s ok if you are.”

“No, I’m not nervous,” he said burying his face in his hands.

I was expecting him to say more but he remained silent behind his hands.

After a minute I said, “If you don’t want to do this, its ok, I can help you figure this out.”

Dustin stood up abruptly and shouted, “I love Katie! This isn’t about that! Nothing’s wrong!”

“If you love Katie then act like it!” I yelled even louder. I didn’t intend the outburst, but at this point I was frustrated with the day’s bullshit. And once I started, I couldn’t stop.

“If you’re going to go out there acting like this, you’re going to ruin her god damn wedding! You need to get off this bitch shit and tell me what’s wrong so we can figure it out before you fuck it all up.”

As surprised as I was with myself, Dustin seemed more stunned. At least I had his attention now. I took advantage of his speechless state and followed with, “The next thing you say, is going to be what is bothering you.”

“Look I know you want to-”

“Nooooo,” I droned loudly cutting him off.

He glared at me for a moment and said, “Fine, OK, the problem is I just… I just… wanted to do one last wild thing before I get married. I respect ‘the sanctity of marriage’ and all that shit, so I don’t want to do anything after I actually get married. In an hour.”

“We had a bachelor party in Vegas,” I recalled. We went to that strip club and you had multiple lap dances and everything! What, did you want to fuck a stripper?”

“Well, kinda yeah,” he said flatly.

 “Then why didn’t you?” I asked sarcastically. I wasn’t expecting that answer and was annoyed bordering on furious that this is what his sour mood was about.

“There was no way to do that without everyone there figuring it out,” he explained. “I love Katie, but I just need to get this out of my system. I don’t want it to become some crazy drama. I don’t want my friends to have to keep secrets. Just one and done.”

“Then you should have just fucked a hooker,” I said still bemused.

“Dude, I don’t want to fuck some random whore, that I can catch something from, or could surprise me with blackmail somehow. And I don’t just want to fuck, I want to do something wild, something nasty, something extreme. I meant to do something about this weeks ago, but with all the wedding planning I never got the chance.”

Dustin plopped back into his chair, just as glum as before.

I sighed, “Well we only have an hour, so I’m not sure who you’re gonna fuck now.”

After a moment Dustin asked, “Do you remember what we used to do in high school?”

To put it bluntly, Dustin and I experimented in high school. A lot. Throughout those four years we had to have had at least a hundred sleep overs. And though we didn’t always… experiment, it happened at least sixty percent of the time. It started by watching porn together, then jacking off together. At some point we got bored of that and decided as long as no one found out, it wouldn’t be too gay to touch each other. Which started with, jacking each other off, blowing each other, fingering each other, and eating ass. Making out also somehow started along the way, but I can’t recall when. Needless to say, it was a slippery slope that we tumbled down like an avalanche.

Despite the raging hormones we managed to not fuck each other, as that was somehow ‘too gay’. There were times it was close, very close, but it was the dam that held back coming to terms with the fact that what we were doing was gay as all hell.

We both had girlfriends and we both had sex with girls. Well, I did, I assume Dustin did too. We managed to not let the fooling around make us anything besides friends. I hadn’t done anything with any other guys since Dustin and I left for separate colleges, and we hadn’t done anything since reconnecting after graduation. It was something we left back in each of our parents’ basements, but it did cross my mind just before Dustin asked.

“Yes,” I sighed, trying not to grin, but failing. The insinuation was clear.

Dustin matched my smile but remained in the chair.

“So, you want to fuck me?” I asked dubiously.

He looked away, thought for a moment, and said, “Not exactly…”

“Then what?”

“I want to get fucked. I want you to fuck me. I want… I want you to bareback fuck me, and cum in my ass. And I want to feel it drip out of my asshole when you’re done.”

“Ya wanna run that one by me one more time?” I asked in disbelief.

“Dude, I’m dead serious. I know it sounds fucked up, but I want to do something fucked up,” he admitted.

“You’re getting married, literally married, in like fifty minutes,” I reasoned.

“Yes, and after I kiss the bride, I’m going to be a loving and faithful husband,” he rebuked.

“I mean… It’s just… I don’t know…” I stammered.

“Oh, come on,” he chuckled. “I saw that little fucking grin you just did. I know you want to.”

Now, as I said, I don’t have romantic feelings for Dustin, but he’s always known how to rile me up. He did have about three years of practice at it, so it shouldn’t be a surprise. He was right, even though I honestly hadn’t thought of it until he dangled the offer in front of me, I did want to.

He was a good-looking guy after all, strong features, big build, (not fat just… solid) Kind of ‘thicc’ almost. I didn’t normally go after guys, but with our history and all, there always was something appealing there.

“Well, yeah…” I admitted. “But what if someone hears or comes to the door?”

“Just lock the door,” he suggested. “These rooms are practically soundproof. The wedding planner said so because wedding parties apparently usually just talk shit about each other in here. And just keep most of your clothes on. You can answer it and say I’m still getting ready in the other room.”

“Ok, but like, are you even ready for… that?” I asked.

“Well, Katie and I have done some ass play…” he sheepishly admitted.

“Shocking,” I murmured.

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Yeah, but what about… poop?”

“Dude, I haven’t eaten in like two days. That shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Ok so I’m just gonna go in dry?”

“No,” he exclaimed in an offended tone. “I don’t do that much ass play. There’s lube in my suitcase.”

“Why do I feel like you’ve had this all planned out?” I asked with obvious suspicion.

“Dude, I’ll level with you because you’re my best friend,” he said while putting his hands on my shoulders in some attempt to I assume comfort me. “Something like this had crossed my mind. My first choice was to fist a girl in the vag and ass at the same time, while fucking her twin sister or something. But that may have been overly ambitious. Anyway, I’m sorry I didn’t say something sooner, but I really didn’t know how to bring it up.”

“Do you think most guy friends have these discussions on their wedding days?”

“Oh god, fuck no.”

I let a long breath out of my nose and closed my eyes. Dustin’s hands still on my shoulders. I could feel him staring at me from arm’s length.

“So…?” he whispered.

Without opening my eyes, I said, “I think it goes beyond normal best man duties, but yeah. Let’s do it.”

When I did open them, I saw a big, stupid-ass grin on Dustin’s face.

I locked the door and followed Dustin into the adjoining room that didn’t have a sightline to the suite’s main door.

“So how do you want to do this?” I asked gesturing at the whole room.

“Let’s do it on that couch,” he eagerly suggested. “You know, just like back in high school.”

“Are we going on a trip down memory lane?” I asked in annoyance. “Or are we going to…”

I took a deep breath a sighed defeatedly, “Or are we going to have some nasty-ass sex…”

“Get over yourself,” he scoffed while lowering his pants. “I can already see you’re getting hard.”

I looked down and did see an apparent outline in my pants. It was true the prospect did excite me, but I didn’t want Dustin to know how much. I hadn’t realized how obvious I was.

When I looked back up, I saw that Dustin had somehow removed his pants and underwear while somehow keeping his socks and shoes on. He also still had his suit jacket, shirt, and tie on with the top couple buttons of his shirt still fastened, and didn’t indicate he was taking any of those off either. Fucking with a suit on did seem pretty hot.

When Dustin saw my unimpressed look, he pulled his shirt up a little to reveal his fat dick hanging between his legs in all its ‘glory’. I say fat because he was clearly sporting a chub, but he also did have a pretty thick dick in general. It hadn’t changed too much since high school, but I don’t think I had either. Amongst our experimentation we compared size, and while I was definitely about a half inch longer, Dustin had to be a little thicker.

“You shaved! For me!?” I asked with mock enthusiasm.

“Fuck you, it’s for Katie,” he said.

“Not until, I’m done with it,” I murmured through a smirk.

“Dude!” he yelled.

“Sorry! Sorry!” I laughed moving closer to him.

When I was chest to chest with him, I softly said, “What I meant to say was: Nice dick bro. No homo.”

With that I grabbed him and began gently kneading his cock in my hand.

His reaction was half jump in surprise half moan of pleasure.

After I got him fully erect and changed to a more traditional stroking motion he whispered, “I missed the feeling of your hands on my dick.”

My response was a sudden harsh exhale through my nose and a shove landing Dustin on the aforementioned couch. I would never admit it, but as stupid as his comment was, it really, really excited me.

This fucker really knows how to get me going.

I began to take off my belt when Dustin shouted, “Wait!” and held up his hand defensively like I was going to shoot him in the face.

“What!?” I asked suddenly confused.

Maybe he changed his mind and didn’t want to do this?

“Can you… blow me? Like the way you used to when we were in high school?” he asked sheepishly.

I just smirked. Nope definitely still on this.

“As a wedding present?” he continued through an expectant grin.

I audibly laughed and knelt down in front of him. He scooted to the edge of the seat and spread his legs apart.

I lolled my tongue out of my mouth and lowered my head until it gently touched the tip of Dustin’s head, then I guided down the underside of his shaft letting more of my tongue rub against it as I descended. Soon he was past my lips and I oh-so-gently closed my lips around him. I continued pushing my head down and taking in as much of Dustin as I could, which honestly wasn’t that much since it had been nearly a decade since I last did this.

“Oh, fuck man, that feels so good,” Dustin moaned.

I glanced up to see that he was facing the ceiling with his mouth wide open. I forgot how big Dustin’s dick felt in my mouth, I nearly gagged each time his head got near the back of my throat. For better or worse this caused me to slobber all over the place. I could feel spit drip onto my hand that I was using stroke the base of Dustin’s shaft. Not after long that started dripping onto my other had I been cupping his balls with.

“Fuck this is better than I remembered,” Dustin said suddenly. I laughed slightly, well as much as one could with a dick in his mouth, and moved my hand from his balls to his asshole so that my thumb was pressed against it.

Dustin let out another half-surprised moan.

“I want you in that hole so bad,” he groaned.

I pressed my thumb against his sphincter a little harder feeling it give just slightly to the pressure. He was tighter than I remembered, but I hadn’t done anal in over a year so, that probably lent to my surprise.

“You wanna fuck that ass?” he half asked half growled.

Now I remembered why we had started making out as part of our experimentation. Dustin liked to talk during sex, or at least during ‘fooling around’. Where it was appreciated and sometimes exciting, it was often just a narration of what was occurring in the moment and sometimes really cringeworthy. Making out obviously kept his mouth busy when I was rubbing our dicks together in my parent’s basement, or knuckles deep into fingering him.

Another fun fact about Dustin that had just recently been brought to my attention was that he pre-came. A lot. The tell-tale taste had grown stronger in my mouth and was definitely contributing to the slobbering.

“Dude, this is-”

Before Dustin had the opportunity to again tell me how either good this was or how much he wanted it I jerked my head back with a little more flourish then necessary, letting the mix of spittle and pre cum spray onto his lap.

“Ah, sorry,” I fake choked. “Haven’t done that in a while and I didn’t want to gag too much.”

Now that I was face to cock with Dustin I saw that he was actually larger than I remembered, and was surprised I had been able to do as much with my mouth as I had. When I started, he only had a semi but now he was sporting a throbbing python of a dick. He had to be at least 7 inches, maybe 8.

Had he… grown since we last fooled around? Had I? I’m pretty sure I did, but I haven’t measured since college and it isn’t really an exact science. Is he bigger than me now? Maybe it was because he shaved his pubes. I may have to check that later…

Looking back, I liked Dustin’s dick enough to do all that I did to it, but it was never really the driving force for me to fool around with him. Now for some reason, seeing his pulsing member just over a foot from my face was causing my body to replicate the sight in my own pants.

“That was amazing,” he moaned. “I didn’t realize how much I missed those high school days. I mean Katie is great, don’t get me wrong, but I think a guy just knows exactly what to do.”

I rolled my eyes as I stood up. Dustin didn’t make any moves as to what would come next so after wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I plopped myself down on the couch next to him and slyly asked, “Maybe you can uh… pay back the favor?”

That somehow seemed to go over his head, so I abruptly spread my knees apart replicating the position he was just in. Dustin replied with an almost too conspiratory smile and kneeled in front of me. I still had my pants on completely, and it appeared Dustin was waiting for me to take them off. Instead of obliging, I said, “I’m waiting.”

“You’re such a dick,” he shot back while beginning to undo my belt.

 “Yeah, and you’re about to get a mouthful of it.”

 “Why did I even want to do this you?” he laughed while pulling my pants down to my ankles.

I was wearing black calvin klein briefs because for some reason I felt that I needed nice underwear if I am going to dress formally. They looked great on me but did nothing to hide my recently acquired boner. Not too important, but I remembered I looked really good and had to mention it.

“Wow man, I didn’t realize you liked sucking dick so much,” Dustin said nodding at the enormous lump in my underwear.

I just laughed while undoing the buttons on my shirt; I had no clever response. Blowing Dustin had excited me in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.  

“Oh, please,” I scoffed after a moment. “We both had boners the whole time when we fucked around in high school no matter what we were doing.”

“Yeah, the good old days,” Dustin sighed. “When I would bang Hayley Bowman in the back of my car in the school parking lot on a Friday, and then deepthroat my best bud in my basement on a Saturday.”

We laughed again as Dustin slowly pulled my underwear to my knees, causing my cock to get pulled down too before flipping back up towards me and hitting my stomach.

“Fuck man, I don’t remember you being this big,” Dustin beamed as he wrapped his fingers around my shaft.

Ok good, I’m bigger than he remembers too.

Partially ignoring the amazing feeling of Dustin’s hand gripping my throbbing dick, I put a hand over my eyes and admitted, “Dude, I thought the same thing when I was blowing you, what the fuck?”

“Guess we’re big boys now,” Dustin said before burying his face in my lap. I was shocked by how quickly he took the whole thing in his mouth. I shouted in a mix of surprise and pleasure. Dustin responded with a gagging choking sound.

Unsurprised, I expected him to abandon the task, but after only a slight pause he began rhythmically forcing his mouth down to the base of my shaft. What he lacked in grace, he made up for in enthusiasm. He vigorously bobbed up and down in my lap his lips touching down to the base of my shaft on each descent. He was gagging every few seconds, but seemed to be rolling with it.

I almost felt bad for my lack luster performance, but then I noticed through the gap between my thigh and his head, that Dustin was still dawning a massive erection which he was slowly stroking. I hadn’t had someone quite literally choke on my cock in a long time. The reckless abandon he was exacting to force my dick down his throat was something I had only seen in the dirtiest of pornos. In contrast to the scrape of his slight facial hair on my thighs, his mouth and throat were warm and soft in a way I wouldn’t have guessed they were.

It didn’t take long before I could feel the starting pangs of climax. I imagined grabbing the back of Dustin’s head and forcing it down as I blew a huge load all over the back of his throat, listening to him choke but holding his head in place until he was forced to swallow my cum. That thought got me even closer and realizing that this encounter was supposed to end in me cumming in his ass, I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him back slightly.

Understanding the signal Dustin withdrew his head letting strands of spit link my dick to his mouth before eventually snapping.

“That good, eh?” he asked before starting to gently run the tip of his tongue up my shaft while maintaining eye contact with me.

I didn’t realize how hard I was panting and how sweaty I had gotten. In the moment I couldn’t formulate a response and just stared into Dustin’s eyes as he traced the tip of his tongue over my dick. He chuckled as he got back up. After checking his watch, he threw himself onto the couch, he turned his body so his head was positioned on the armrest and his exposed groin was pointing towards me. I only stared at his dick as I regained my breathe and came down from my near climax.

In absence of my action Dustin pulled his knees up to his chest, further revealing his asshole, and casually said, “We haven’t got all day bro.”  

“I almost busted in your mouth dude,” I explained as I turned toward him.

“That would have been pretty fucking hot,” he admitted. “But you have to save that for my man pussy.”

He laughed as I rolled my eyes for the hundredth time. To follow up his words he grabbed at his hole pulling at his right ass cheek showing even more of his slightly stretched pink hole.

I didn’t know exactly what he wanted me to do next, but I knew what I wanted to do. I grabbed both his ankles and pushed them back forcing his ass higher up, pulling at his tight little asshole. After shooting him a dirty look I lowered my head letting my breath blow onto his stretched sphincter and balls. I slowly traced around his hole with the tip of my tongue gently, drawing nearer and nearer until it was directly over it. Once there I applied just a tiny bit more pressure and began curling my tongue up and down in a sort of ‘come hither’ motion.

“Oh dude, I forgot how amazing you are at eating ass,” Dustin moaned.

Not sure if I should really take that as a compliment, and with my tongue a little preoccupied, I simply responded by forcing my tongue as far as I could into Dustin’s asshole. Dustin let out a moan so loud that he quickly slapped his hand over his mouth to suppress the noise.

I had to agree with Dustin, I always prided myself on my cunnilingus skills. This wasn’t exactly the same thing, but my expertise had started from numerous times eating his ass out in high school. Call it, going back to my roots.

If I had to say, my skill came from the passion I had for my craft. I have always loved eating ass and pussy. This desire had only been further compounded both in youth and in the present by the fact that Dustin had an amazing ass. In high school I figured I liked it so much because it was the closest thing in common to girls. But, as I mentioned, Dustin had a pretty solid build which culminated in him having a rather large round butt. I can’t emphasize enough that he definitely wasn’t fat. I supposed the best way to describe him would be ‘dummy thicc’.

I pressed my tongue as deep as I could into Dustin, letting as much spit as I could drip over his hole. I periodically withdrew to again gently run my tongue up and down the crack of his ass only to again bury it as deep as I could in his tight hole.

“Oh yeah, I love you tongue fucking me,” Dustin groaned.

Ok I’ll let that one go, because I am doing a damn good job.

“Yeah, get it really wet so you can slide your huge dick in me.”

That one was actually kind of hot somehow.

“You’re making my man pussy feel really good.”

Alright, I’m drawing the line there. I can’t let ‘man pussy’ become a thing.

I pulled my head back and stood up (well kneeled up because I was still on the couch). I stared down at Dustin who met my eyes with a blissful smile.

I thought hard if what I wanted to do next was a good idea. When we started, I told myself we wouldn’t. It was too intimate; it blurred that line between fucking to feel good and catching feelings.

Aww fuck it. He’s my best friend. And look at that stupid little sexy smile on his face.

In what probably wasn’t a very graceful motion I crawled on top Dustin and pressed my lips onto his. He responded by wrapping both his arms and legs around me pulling me in closer to him. I slid my tongue past his lips feeling his twist around mine. We made out before, mostly in my effort to keep him from talking, but this felt a little different. I felt his broad chest heaving against mine. I wrapped my left arm around his back an grabbed his hair. He tightened his grip around me, his muscles apparent through his sleeves. Our exposed crotches pressed against each other, my dick grinding into his stomach and his into mine. His legs were still in the air and I positioned my body so the fronts of my thighs were pressed against the backs of his. We continued twirling our tongues around in each other’s mostly open mouths.

Using my knees for leverage, I raised my lower half slightly off of him to create enough room to fit my right hand between us to grasp both of our dicks so that their undersides fully rubbed against one another.

Dustin let out a slight groan muffled by my own mouth. I slowly stroked, thrusting myself slightly into him rhythmically. The feeling of a dick against mine, and my balls draped over another pair was something I hadn’t experienced in a long time.

I pulled lips away from Dustin’s and held myself over him enough so I could look down at our comingled genitals. It was impossible to tell if either of us was bigger, but the site pulled me back to those days when we were teenagers fumbling around with each other’s bodies, harder than anything else had up to this point. It was obvious Dustin had lifted his head to look too. There was something so satisfying about seeing us pressed together like that mutually experiencing the same pleasure.

Knowing I still had a greater duty than this, I released my grip and backed off of Dustin. The room was filled with the sound of us panting.

We stared at each other for a moment me kneeling over him, both of us naked from the waist down. We both knew what was coming next. And as much as I wanted it, I had to ask:

“You sure you want to do this?”

“Jason, there’s nothing more I want right now, than for you to fuck me,” he replied. He had somehow grabbed the lube he mentioned earlier and casually held it out to me like he was offering me a beer.

I probably had a stupider, goofier grin than he did when I took it. I squeezed some of the liquid onto my fingers and placed the tips of my middle and ring finger against Dustin’s hole. I rubbed around its small circumference for a moment, eliciting a low hum from Dustin. Gently I pushed my fingers into him. I managed the depth my tongue had delved to with mild resistance. Dustin hummed in a continuous soft moan. I massaged the shallow part of him slowly pressing my finger tips against his prostate.

“Aw, fuck man. That feels amazing,” he purred.

That was the easy part, there was that ‘transition zone’ that I needed to press through to really prepare him for what was to come. While pressing the meat of my hand against the space below his balls, I pushed my fingers deeper into him. It took a bit more effort than I hoped and I thought it would give Dustin reason to consider, but his dick was as hard as ever and even though his eyes were closed, he still had that blissful grin plastered across his face.

I pressed in deeper feeling his hole take in my fingers past the knuckle until I had a firm grip on his underside.

“You’re really tight,” I said, trying to express some trepidation.

This was obviously missed by Dustin when he responded, “You want that tight little hole?”

I began massaging Dustin from the inside pressing my fingers against his prostate, slowly pulling out and gently reinserting.

“I really do,” I admitted in a whisper, like there was someone in the room I didn’t want to hear.

However, the only other person there who could hear it, had. Dustin responded by opening his eyes and looking directly at me.

“Please,” Dustin begged in a whisper that matched mine. “Fuck me, Jason.”

I withdrew my fingers from Dustin and applied an ample amount of lube to my throbbing dick. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this hard. Fuck, what does that mean?

After tossing the bottle of lube to the floor, I repositioned myself closer to Dustin. Close enough that I had to lean back slightly to just gently touch the surface of Dustin’s hole. I glanced up one more time, there was no going back after this. Dustin responded with an almost imperceptible nod.

With that confirmation I began leaning into him, guiding my cock with my hand. I saw my head sink into him only slightly and realized it was going to take a bit more pressure to really penetrate him. I slowly leaned my hips forward feeling a growing resistance. Dustin released a breath I didn’t realize he had been holding and I suddenly sank deeper into him. He followed with a slight groan that I couldn’t confirm to be good or bad. I lifted my head up with a sheepish expression but was only met with Dustin’s now signature closed-eye grin. Ok, hard parts over.

He was incredibly tight, not shocking since he hadn’t taken a dick before, but the sensation was unlike anything I had felt in a long time. I savored the feeling of his insides while I slowly pushed inch after inch of my dick into him. His internal grip was so tight I expected him to cry out at any moment, but he continued in a low moan the entire time. With only a couple inches left to bury I hand walked overtop of Dustin so that we were face to face. When he felt the front of my legs touch his, and my balls touch his ass, he opened his eyes.

“That good, eh?” he chuckled slightly.

I realized now the entire time my mouth was open and my face frozen in an expression of ecstasy. After closing my mouth, I chuckled back, “Yeah, you feel really good, really tight.”

“You feel huge,” he said with a slight wince. “Didn’t know taking a dick would be… so much.”

“Do you want to keep going?” I asked.

He nodded and grabbed my sides just below my armpits. Dustin raised and lowered himself a bit just ever so slightly coming off and back onto my dick.

“You’re going to have to go slow to start,” he concluded. “I’m not used to anything as big as you in there, but it feels really good having you inside of me.”

“Good. It feels amazing being inside of you,” I replied awkwardly. I was definitely no better than Dustin at dirty talk.

Now that we were in new territory, I felt just like I did over ten years ago, an awkward teenager fumbling around with mine and my best friend’s bodies. Unsure what to say or what to do. There was that thrill of doing something new, something I shouldn’t be doing. What made it better now though was that I did actually have experience fucking, though not with another guy.

I slowly leaned back and then gently pressed my hips into Dustin. We hadn’t broken eye contact since I leaned over Dustin and as I started fucking him, he stared deeply into me with his mouth frozen in a silent moan.

He was so tight that even the slight thrusts were extremely stimulating. It took more restraint than I could have imagined to maintain a gentle pace. As incrementally as I could manage, I began pulling out farther and thrusting more of my self into Dustin.

With each thrust I could feel Dustin relax a bit, his muscles unclenched and he began grinding into me in rhythm with my thrusts. His grunts twisted into moans of pleasure. And most noticeably his throbbing boner was pulsing against my stomach. I could feel the slight stickiness of his pre-cum on my skin.

My breathing grew heavier and heavier, my jaw clenched, as I grew more a more familiar with the soft warm inside of my best friend’s hole. The sound of my thighs clapping against Dustin’s ass cheeks.

By now, ramming my dick as hard and deep as I could into Dustin, his moans had coalesced into a continuous groan of pleasure, head tilted back. I kept grunting through gritted teeth until Dustin looked down at me and with a knowing tone said, “You don’t have to be so quiet, just let it out.”

He knew me too well, with my next thrust I practically screamed with ecstasy, the release of pressure from my chest and gut paired with the embrace of Dustin’s hole around my cock was almost too much. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes but I was about to go over the edge.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he chuckled smugly.

“No dude,” I panted, slowing slightly. “I think I’m gonna cum.”

Dustin’s grin grew.

“Yeah, fill me with your cum. I want to feel you blow your load in my asshole.”

“Dude, come on,” I pleaded. I was torn between a deep desire to climax and a yearning to continue fucking.

Dustin began grinding against me hard pressing his engorged cock between our abs.

“Jason, I really want your cum inside of me. I want you to impregnate my hole.”

It was probably the stupidest thing Dustin had ever said in one of our sexual encounters, but it was also what put me over the edge. I cried out, and couldn’t stop screaming. Like a damn bursting I could feel load after load gush out of me and into my best friend’s asshole. It just kept coming, burst after burst. I could feel my balls contracting with each release. My legs began shaking uncontrollably and I actually saw stars in my vision. I’m pretty sure Dustin said something else dumb, but the ringing in my ears and sound of my own wail drowned it out.

When I finally came back down to earth I realized my body was heaving with my breaths, it was as if I had just run a marathon. I looked down at Dustin, not knowing what to say or do.

“I guess we should have done this sooner?” he suggested through equally ragged breaths.

“Jesus fucking Christ dude,” I panted. “I thought I was going to have a stroke when I came.”

“You looked like you were having a stroke.”

“Fuck you.”

“Nah, you looked great. You’re a natural.”

“Learned half of it from you,” I admitted.

“Was it too much?” I asked after a pause.

“At first it was a little tough,” he confessed. “I’m not used to… getting pounded. But feeling your cock in me, even if it was a lot. It just was amazing.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You were pretty amazing too,” I sighed. “You should consider switching to this all the time.”

“Ok, let’s not get too carried away,” he said indignantly.

“Do you feel better now? Was that what you needed?”

“Uh… yeah,” he half stuttered.

I looked down and saw his still engorged dick pulsing between us.

“You want to cum too?” I half asked half stated, not taking my eyes off his throbbing member.

“Well, it was more about you cumming inside me,” Dustin explained. “But honestly, I started getting pretty close during, that prostate stimulation is serious stuff. I’m still hard as a rock.”

After Dustin said that, I got this weird proud feeling. His fat throbbing dick that was still leaking precum onto Dustin’s chest was so excited because of me. Without exactly realizing what was happening at first, I could feel Dustin’s asshole tightening around me. I looked up expecting a devilish look, giving away some secret plan of his, but Dustin’s face was as innocent as I’d ever seen it.

I realized I was getting hard again. My swelling cock was pressing against Dustin’s insides. His brow furrowed as he took in my confused expression. But at some point, he must’ve felt what was occurring inside of him, and the devilish look I expected spread across his face.

As if we were already standing in the middle of his wedding reception, Dustin whispered, “Are you getting hard again.”

There wasn’t a trace of smugness in his voice, he sounded legitimately hopefully that I was reinvigorated.

I began to slowly pull out and press myself back in.

Before Dustin could say anything, I promised, “I’ll make you cum this time.”

He responded with a mixture between a laugh and a moan.

I pressed my body into Dustin’s sandwiching his cock in between us. Watching the skin on his shaft pull back as I pulled out and get pushed back up as I pressed in. By changing the angle and pressure of my body against his in accordance with the intensity of his moans I could tell I was really stimulating his cock.

The first nut was easy, but now I felt like I needed to really fuck Dustin if I was going to get another load off. Leaning back off his dick, I positioned myself so that I could pull myself out of Dustin to the point where the head of my cock was almost exposed and then really sink it in savoring every inch of penetration.

My plan was to alternate between pressing my body against his dick and lean back for these long thrusts, but as I reburied my cock in him, Dustin cried out, “Oh fuck, dude. Yeah, yeah, like that, I want to feel every inch of you.

I grabbed Dustin’s ankles and held his legs up to make it easier to pull mostly out and reinsert myself. I started slowly, trying not to accidentally pop out. After a few thrust I gauged how far I could go, and began increasing the speed and vigor of my pounding. As I pushed myself into him, so hard my balls slapped against his back, Dustin yelled again, “Yeah that’s it, that’s it. Right there, fuck me like that. Fuck me like I’m your little whore.”

In my mind I hadn’t been that on the nose about it, but Dustin had pretty accurately verbalized my intentions. I fucked harder than I had before, really trying to punish his hole. I started grunting with each plunge. I was hell bent on making Dustin realize the full extent of my cock.

He suddenly looked down at me, with an expression of agony stitched across his face with a thread of pleasure. I met his gaze. I didn’t feel awkward anymore, I felt powerful. Exerting myself over and into my best friend, my manhood thrusting deep inside of him, fucking him like a dirty slut.

This level of enthusiasm must have really sparked a flame of passion between us, because Dustin suddenly blurted out, “Fuck dude, I think I love you.”

I understood and reciprocated the sentiment, but now was not the time for it, and that was not a road I wanted to go down today, if ever.

So, I just responded with a gruff, “Shut up Dustin, don’t make this any gayer than it already is.”

He reared his head back and cackled.

His words may have had more of an effect on me than I first thought because I began to feel the load building inside of me. I could tell by the way he was groaning that Dustin had to be closer now than he was last time, which must have meant he was nearing the peak.

I leaned back down over him our bodies now pressed together, my cock deep inside of him.

“Oh, yeah, right there, I think, I think I’m gonna cum,” he cried.

My eyes darted down, I wanted to see this load I was about to fuck out of him. Dustin’s moans grew louder and louder until they broke in a way that revealed he was past the point of no return.

At first, it looked like he was just leaking precum at a slightly greater volume but then the fluid escaping him turned white and cloudy. With a pulse of his cock a spurt of his thick cum was cast nearly to his nipple. Followed by another that was so large and violent it struck my chin. Between each violent burst cum was gushing out the tip of his dick onto his stomach, so much so it cascaded over and down both his sides.

I could tell he was still going but after watching his physical display of his pleasure I had also hit my bursting point. Like before, I felt surge after surge pass through my dick into Dustin’s asshole. Load after load shooting out of me and deep inside of him. I reveled in the thought of breeding him and imaging how much cum I had deposited inside of him.

For a while we both sat there grunting and cumming, me punctuating each release from my cock with a thrust into Dustin.

When I finally looked down, I saw that Dustin was completely covered in a glaze of cum.

 “Fuck dude… when was… the last time… you got off?” I asked between breaths.

“About… a week ago?” Dustin estimated.

“Yeah, it shows,” I laughed.

“Fuck man, I didn’t think I could cum from getting fucked like that.”

“I didn’t think I would bust a nut twice in my best friend an hour before his wedding.”

“I guess we learned a little something about ourselves today.”

“You… still want to get married… to Katie, right?” I asked with some hesitation.

“Oh yeah definitely,” he affirmed. “I mean, I do love you, like that, but it would never work out.”

“Yeah…” I sighed. “Me too.”

After a pause I asked, “Are you ready?” While motioning at my dick.

“Yeah,” he said. “Here, let’s turn a bit so I don’t get any on this couch.”

We rotated so that Dustin’s lower half was hanging off the seat with me still inside of him.

“Ready?” I asked again

“Yeah.”

I slowly pulled myself out of Dustin finally uncoupling from him, dick soaked and still half-hard.

“Ready to ‘feel the cum drip out of you’”? I asked, parroting his earlier request.

Dustin laughed and I picked my phone up off the floor and pointed the camera at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he half barked half laughed.

“You’re gonna want to see this after the fact,” I responded.

Dustin definitely knew me too well, but I also knew him better than anyone else.

“Yeah…” he admitted sheepishly.

With his legs still in the air and ass hanging over the hardwood floor I could see Dustin’s hole unclench, trying to push its contents out.

At first it was a small dribble of cloudy fluid, but quickly became a continuous thin pour that puddled on the floor.

Dustin let out another groan of satisfaction. His battered hole clenching and unclenching as he expelled my fluids from his body. The stream reduced to a dribble and then stopped, leaving Dustin’s expanding and contracting hole.

After it was clear that both of my loads had left him and were now in a large puddle on the floor, Dustin stood up and said, “Well I guess we better get dressed again.”

He checked his watch and added, “We only have like ten minutes until I need to get out there.”

“Cutting it a little close,” I noted, while pulling my pants back on.

“Yeah, we good though.” He replied wiping the cum off himself with a hand towel. “Hey, thanks again for helping me out.”

“Yeah anytime,” I said with mock cheeriness.

“Except, maybe not anytime, since I’m about to get married.”

“Oh right… That…” I said rolling my eyes jokingly.

In ten minutes time, we were both standing at the front of the church. That time was filled with figuring out how to get the cum out of Dustin’s shirt but, giving up when we realized it would be covered by his suit jacket. Then watching the video of his cream pie scene about a dozen times. And finally dashing to the wedding chapel with less than a minute to spare.

Luckily, now, Dustin was hand in hand with Katie while I looked on with the rest of the groomsmen. I’d never seen him happier. Well, except for maybe one exception.

“Hey man,” Brendan whispered. “I don’t know what you said to him back there, but you really saved the day.”

“Ah, you know,” I replied with a wry smile. “Just needed a little man to man.”

Marc took another bite of the roast and closed his eyes to savor the soft, but springy texture of the meat.

“Oh,” he said. It was all he could say. The meal was leaps and bounds from the rabbit food he’d been eating for the last few days. Michael had been trying to get him to go vegan, but all he’d done was prepare his partner for the perfection, the absolute wonder that was his mom’s pot roast.

“Oh,” he repeated.

Carolyn Diaz beamed as Marc sunk about half of the food on his plate into his mouth in short order. She had the warm, sly look of a woman well-used to receiving such quiet, yet enthusiastic approval.

“Careful, too much excitement and you’ll spoil her,” said Jacob, Michael’s smiling father.

“And what’s wrong with spoiling a woman?” Carolyn asked while swatting her husband’s hand playfully. “Not that any of you boys would know anything about that.”

“You wound me, madam. I’d say you’ve been plenty spoiled thus far,” Jacob replied, pretending to be dramatically stung by her words.

Their banter bounced back and forth while Michael rolled his eyes. Marc had been warned, multiple times, about what Michael called his parents’ “corny Morticia and Gomez routine,” but Marc found himself charmed by it. His parents, even when they had been together, hadn’t been anywhere near as affectionate or breezy with each other.

“I’d love the recipe for this, Mrs. Diaz,” Marc said, once there was a break in the interplay.

Carolyn affixed Marc with an evaluative stare that reminded him of a hawk or some other bird of prey. She raised one bemused eyebrow.

“Is that right? Then we’ll have to print you a copy. Are you much of a cook, Marcus? I hope so because I’ve seen what my son calls cooking, even if I’m not brave enough to sample it myself.”

Tittering laughter followed the gentle ribbing and Jacob, now playing the firm patrician, frowned.

“Leave the boys be, Carolyn. At their age, I could hardly boil water.”

“And look how far you’ve come, sweetheart,” Carolyn said warmly.

“Do you cook too, Mr. Diaz?” Marc asked.

Jacob’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Darling boy, you’re eating my roast.”

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“I’m such a bonehead,” Marc complained into his hands.

“You’re fine,” Michael replied. His parents had absconded with the dirty dishes, leaving the two of them alone for the first time since dinner started. “They set you up. It’s what they do. Moves and countermoves. It’s always chess with them. No one should blame the rabbit for walking into the snare.”

“Now I’m the rabbit?”

Michael looked like he was about to say something, but just then Carolyn entered the room and with a warm—seemingly genuine—smile, announced that dessert was served.

The course involved a complex looking cake—Marc was careful not to ask who baked it—and a selection of cordials that left Marc’s cheeks flushed and his lips looser than they’d otherwise have been.

“Thank you for having me in your lovely home,” Marc blurted as Carolyn filled his glass with something that burned as it went down, but tasted as light as air.

“Of course,” Jacob said. “We’ve been itching to meet the lad who’s enamored our jaded little explorer.”

Michael shook his head. “Not this…”

“What?” Marc asked, confused.

“It’s dumb. So dumb.”

Jacob spoke up, as if Michael hadn’t protested. “As a child Michael managed to find his way out of this house at every opportunity. First the sleepwalking, then the ‘exploration’ of the nearby parks in the middle of the night, and of course, the requisite sneaking out. It’s no wonder he ended up traveling the globe. Any way he could get out from under our thumb.”

“It’s not like that. I love this place. I just have wanderlust, I guess,” Michael replied.

Carolyn, without missing a beat, added, “Darling, you know we don’t take up carnal discussion until the coffee. No lust. Wander or otherwise.”

More laughter and more affected groans on Michael’s part.

After the coffee was poured, Carolyn, who’d been a dervish of activity all night compared to Jacob’s cool, jocularity, finally sat down. The family sipped the sweetened coffee and listened to a record playing lightly in the background of the living room.

It was in this setting, under the warming haze of a minor buzz, that Marc started to notice the resemblance between Michael and his father: the same sharp nose and clear, brownish-hazel eyes. They even had the same reserved smile that always started at the corners. Where Michael was a fastidious gym goer, Jacob had settled into his slightly stocky build and the dusting of silver hair peppered into Michael’s chestnut brown had bloomed on his father’s sleek salt-and-pepper fade.

Jacob caught Marc staring and gave him a good-natured wink before standing and clearing the empty coffee cups from the table.

“I think the boys are well and truly knackered, Carolyn. We ought to leave them to it,” Jacob said.

Michael’s mother rose as well and began the inevitable process of running through a list of toiletries, towels, and midnight snacks on offer at the Diaz household should either of their guests find a need. Michael reassured his mother that he still had some idea of how to navigate his childhood home and hugs were shared all around. When it was time to embrace Michael’s father, Marc tried to leave it at a polite one-armed hug, only to find himself enfolded in Jacob’s arms.

“Sleep well. Delighted you’re here, son,” Jacob said. It wasn’t a whisper, but just low enough that it only registered to Marc. The statement was innocuous and simple, but Marc had to convince his cock otherwise.

He thought about that line again and again: while brushing his teeth, while putting away his clothes. He tried to tell Michael about it, mentioning that it was a little strange, and Michael made a face.

“You’d prefer he said something homophobic?”

Marc was forced to admit that it was better to be welcome and that was the end of that. But later, while lying awake beside Michael who snored softly, Marc found himself still thinking about being called son by a man who wasn’t his father. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, but he thought of his own dad: a distant, chilly figure and tried to imagine a father as playful and likable as Jacob. He couldn’t, though he tried for a long time.

This restlessness got him up out of bed at three a.m. and Marc went downstairs to the kitchen dressed only in a pair of close-fitting boxer briefs and a t-shirt. Somehow he wasn’t all that surprised to find Jacob Diaz sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar with a book propped up in one hand and his fingers curled around the handle of a steaming mug.

“Couldn’t sleep, kiddo?” Jacob asked, before he looked up to see Marc instead of Michael. “Oh. Sorry, Marc. I thought it was our little explorer. Can’t sleep either, eh?”

“For once I’m the one wandering around after hours instead of him. And you don’t have to apologize.”

“Pardon me?” Jacob asked, puzzled.

Marc knew there was probably a blush climbing his cheeks, but he fought his way through it. “You called me kiddo, then apologized. But it’s all right. I don’t mind.”

Jacob shifted back in his seat and stared at Marc. It was the same look as his wife’s: evaluation, a bit of sharp humor, but also frankly predatory. Marc wondered who had taught it to whom.

“I see. Well, if you can’t sleep, you might as well relax. Cocoa?” Jacob lifted his mug.

Marc padded across the tile floor on bare feet to where Jacob was sitting. The younger man reached for the mug, but Jacob circumvented his efforts and himself lifted the mug to Marc’s lips. As Jacob tipped the mug toward him, Marc slowly sipped the rich, hot, sweet cocoa and felt his dick filling out the pouch of his boxer briefs. He felt exposed, but Jacob murmured comfortingly at him: “There you go, son. Drink it down for me. Finish it up for dad.”

Once the mug was empty, Marc licked the creamy residue from his lips and Jacob placed the empty mug on the counter. There was a moment of awkwardness between them as they both calibrated to the new reality between them. Marc swallowed around the guilty lump in his throat and Jacob reached out to fondle the growing lump in his underwear. A slick patch had begun darkening the gray fabric where it meant the head of Marc’s cock. Jacob smeared the wet spot with his thumb.

“Making a little mess, eh, son?”

“I guess I am…dad.”

Jacob looked up at Marc and really looked at him. Their gazes searched one another and whatever the conclusion Marc pushed his boxer briefs down past his crotch until they hung limp between his thighs. His cock bounced with rigid eagerness in the open air as Jacob stared. Mr. Diaz let a long slow exhalation out through his nose.

“You’ve grown up a lot,” Jacob said, continuing the fantasy.

“Thanks, dad. I guess I have.”

“Do you know what to do with it?”

“I do.”

“Show me.”

Marc was finding it hard to find a steady breathing rhythm, so he subsisted on short gasping breaths whenever he could. He fondled his balls with one hand and stroked the length of his cock with the other. It felt so good that he tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and hissed. When he opened them against, Jacob was watching him with rapt attention, rubbing the bulge in his plaid lounge pants.

“Keep going, son. Show me how you do it when you’re alone in your room. When you think no one’s watching.”

Marc squeezed a little and a long string of precum dribbled out of his cockhead. He groaned. Jacob continued the slow, steady motion of his hand against the front of his slacks.

“Is this good, dad? Do you like the way I stroke it?” Marc asked.

Jacob started to speak, but his voice broke, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “I like it a lot, son. Keep going. You’re making your dad proud. And horny. I want to watch you cum. Is that all right? Do you want your dad to see how grown up you’ve gotten?”

Marc’s underarms tingled where sweat was starting to spread out and stain his white t-shirt, so he reached up, lifted it over his head, and tossed it to the ground. He returned to his cock.

“Getting a little sweaty there. Let dad smell you.”

Marc shuffled closer and lifted one arm. Jacob leaned up and took a deep whiff; the outline of his cock throbbed hard.

“You smell like a man, kiddo. You’re getting to be more than your old man can handle.”

“I think you can handle me just fine.”

“Oh yeah?” Jacob asked, grinning.

Marc’s face flushed. He kept stroking his cock with one hand, savoring the delicious feelings and using his other to explore his body for Jacob’s benefit. He traced the valley between his abdominal muscles and circled his left pectoral several times with his middle finger, collecting some sweat gathered there and putting that finger to Jacob’s lips. The other man took another deep breath of Marc’s sweat-stink before opening his mouth and sucking Marc’s finger clean. Marc’s cock reacted violently in his hand to that.

“Oh shit, dad. I’m…”

“It’s ok, son. Show me how good you can make yourself feel. Spill your milk for me.”

Marc stiffened as the euphoria rushed at him. He felt the reckless charge of making a bad decision, but not caring at the moment about the consequences. Jacob continued egging him on, encouraging him to shoot his spunk in the kitchen, where they might easily be caught. When he could no longer bear the tension, Marc uttered a strangled “fuck” and angled his cock toward the ground and came.

It was a series of noisy splashes that Jacob quickly, quietly added to as he whipped his own girthy cock out of his lounge pants and shot.

Whereas Marc had the foresight to aim at the ground, Jacob made no such moves, his cum arced across the short space between them and splashed against Marc’s stomach, his cock, and his upper thighs. Marc could hardly believe how much of a turn-on it was to have the older man’s cum covering him.

Marc rode the wave of arousal to its crest and then let himself—huffing and puffing—slowly come down. Jacob was already up and moving. He retrieved some towels from a drawer in the kitchen island and handed one to Marc then kneeled to wipe up the ample jizz from the tile floor.

“I know I don’t have to explain that this should stay between us…” Jacob said. His head was down as he cleaned up the obvious evidence of their indiscretion.

Before Marc could reply, Michael’s father—head still bowed—added: “Son.”

Marc’s cock bounced at that and then bounced again as he pulled up his boxer briefs and realized that several blasts from Jacob’s orgasm had coated the inside and outside of his underwear. The cooling stickiness pressed into his perineum was a reminder of what they’d just shared. Marc swore he’d never wash this particular pair of underwear again.

“I’ll keep it quiet, dad,” Marc said, playing along.

“Good kid. Now get to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Marc was halfway out of the kitchen when Jacob stopped him again.

“Oh, and Marc…”

“Yeah?”

“Welcome to the family.”

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The end is nigh – Part 2

When I regained knowledge of what I had done, the mark on my ankle made me scream in pain. Flavius rushed towards me, catching me before I fell to the ground, while Lavinia’s hands lit with powdery magic. The stone cracked and dark liquid poured out of it, staining the pure snow. The cracks lit into the same green color as the words I had read, and wind came out, along with an icy laugh. From nowhere, a shadowy almost smoky chain had sprung from the cracked stone and slithered until it reached my ankle, twisting around it so tight, it could have blocked all the circulation in its veins.

A pair of bony fingers with red nails made their way out from the cracks and pushed against the walls until the stone split in half and a final blast revealed a woman stepping forth on the black-blooded snow. It was Dokia.

She looked like a dehydrated corpse, freshly buried. Her skin was pale-white, her eyes sank into their sockets in an unnatural way, with her irises glowing emerald green. Her dark hair looked wet and dirty; it fell heavy on her shoulders as if it was made from metal wires. The rest of her facial features were as if her skin was sucked dry. She wore the same clothes we saw in the vision, but they looked like rags now.

“My, my, the fool actually read the words and set me free”, she said, laughing. “Flavius, my husband, won’t you greet your long-lost wife?”, she mocked him.

“Step no further, witch, or else!”, he threatened, while wrapping his hand over me, to shield me from her gaze.

“You cannot win a fight against me. I created you, I can destroy you!”, she screamed, while looking over him, toward me. “My gratitude to you Claudius. If it weren’t for your foolishness, I wouldn’t have stepped into this world again, too soon”, she laughed, then bowed, mocking me as well.

“I would never help you!”, I replied. I wasn’t afraid of her.

“Oh, but you did help me. Even if you didn’t know it, when you stepped in the water, screaming for Liviu, I heard your calls from the abyss. I could not believe my ears, a mortal willingly passing into the realm of the dead. I had to take my chance and I marked you with my sign.”

“It was you who pulled me, trying to drown me?”, I asked in awe.

“My dear boy, I have waited for you for nine thousand years. You see, when I cursed your beloved Flavius, I had also bound his fate to my return. If he were to love again and be loved in return, then it would have been a matter of time for me to slowly emerge into this world. But what a surprise it was for you to have magic and dare step into the underworld. It was as if the sheep willingly came to the wolf, for slaughter”.

“You will not have him. I will fight until we are both destroyed before I let you take him”, Flavius said, then jumped her, in a blink of an eye.              

Flavius’ hand was wrapped around her thin neck into a strangling grip while lifting Dokia off the ground. At first, she seemed helpless, as if she were choking to death. But it didn’t last, as she started to laugh, for he was not really hurting her in any way. She placed both of her hands on his arms and green lightning surged into his body, causing him to lose his grip on her and falling to his knees. The witch levitated around Flavius, circling him, like the predator circles its prey.

I tried to run to him, but the chain was bound to my ankle, anchored in the remains of the former stone monument; I couldn’t reach him. She was torturing Flavius with her powers, making him scream in agony, causing me great pain to see him suffer. I felt ill, great heaviness formed in my chest, and tears poured from my eyes, blurring my vision.

I rubbed them with my hands and I saw two fiery projectiles hitting Dokia, one in the stomach and the other in her chest. Lavinia attacked the witch with magic fire and at first, it did seem to cause damage, but our enemy healed her wounds and struck back. Lavinia created a magical barrier and blocked the incoming dark-green projectiles shot by Dokia. The magical shield cracked and eventually broke into thousands of glittering particles; her powers were too strong for Lavinia.

I couldn’t access my magic; with all the commotion, I couldn’t concentrate. Being unable to move I looked around and grabbed the first stone I could reach. As Dokia was nearing my friend, prepared to strike her, I threw the stone right at her dead, stopping her from harming Lavinia.

The witch was interrupted from casting her spell on my friend, but she slapped Lavinia out cold and flew to me. She grabbed me by the neck and started to squeeze. I felt the pressure in the veins at my temples, as breathing was becoming harder and harder to do. She strangled me until I almost lost consciousness, all while looking into my eyes, smiling, and waiting for my life to slowly and painfully fade.

I saw Flavius coming from behind, but she must have seen him in the reflection in my eyes because she threw me with such force that when I hit the cracked stone monument, I felt a few back ribs cracking. That dagger-like pain swarmed my body, making me scream and cry in excruciating pain, coughing and choking on saliva, and almost vomiting my guts out, as I tried to breathe again.

I could barely make anything out of the fight between Flavius and Dokia. It was all in a blur again, seeing how two godlike creatures fought, each hit sending soundwaves into the air and the force of their clash resounding in my chest, like the bass at some concert. For a time, it seemed that both of them were equally matched, but she was cunning and didn’t fight with fairness. Dokia pretended to be outmaneuvered and allowed Flavius to think he was in advantage. 

He grabbed her by the head with his hands and pinned her to the ground with such force, that her body seemed to sink into the stone. Flavius kneeled on her waist and continued to punch her furiously in the face. But it was all planned by her, a trick, when I saw a dark dagger in Dokia’s hand, hidden at the back. She punched Flavius with such power, that it made him lose his balance, arching backward, almost abnormally, then plunged the blade in his sternum.               

The sound of the blade penetrating his chest, the crackling sound of his bones breaking, and the idea of something like that happening was a gut-churning sight. With a loud scream, Flavius fell to the ground, heavy like a lead statue, and remained silent and static. I couldn’t get up and, even if it were possible, the chain was short and the distance between us too long. 

Dokia approached me, leaning to get closer to my face.

“Now that your lover is incapacitated and your friend is out cold, I can finish the ritual. Your life for my life. Your departure for my arrival. Your death for my eternity”, as she said those words, I felt no more pain in my ankle, and the chain had disappeared.

I started to feel cold, and light and sleepy, as my life force was sucked out of me, inhaled by Dokia like the smoke of a cigar. She reached her arm toward Flavius, the dagger vibrated then sprung forth from his chest, and flew back in her hand. Before I could even react, I felt an agonizing sting in my stomach, while the blade entered and left my body.

I felt like I was about to vomit, I felt cold and powerless. I couldn’t rise up, nor lie down even if I wanted to. I could feel a blistering pain inside my belly, and a sensation of burning near the cut skin and flesh on my abdomen. Blood was flowing from me like I was a barrel of wine; a cracked barrel. I think I saw the sky being lit by a flash, and I could have sworn I saw whitish silhouettes here and there. I looked up at Dokia, she was smiling and preparing to finish her spell.

But before she could give me the kiss of death, Flavius pulled her hair, grabbed her waist, and slammed her into the closest stone, splitting it in half. I was slowly drifting away, and could barely hear what he was saying. His words echoed in my ears, barely being loud enough for me to understand.

“Claudius! Claudius, please stay with me”, he begged me not to close my eyes. “You will have to drink my blood, to heal. Claudius, listen to me!”, I tried to follow him, but it was difficult. I felt his wrist touching my lips, then something wet and viscous. I opened my mouth and drank his blood, which was pouring as if it had a mind of its own.

The pains I felt slowly faded away, and eerie, unsettling sounds could be heard within my body. It was healing due to Flavius’ blood, but I also felt warmth and saw my lit eyes, reflecting their glow into his eyes. I was healing myself too; the stab wound gradually closed. I guess his blood triggered my powers and both cooperated into reviving me. But as I drank from his wrist, I could feel him slowly becoming weaker. If Dokia woke up, he wouldn’t be able to fight back.

“Flavius, you’re weak. I must have drunk all of your blood. If she wakes up, you won’t be able to handle her”, he knew what I was implying. “Please, drink my blood, strengthen yourself.”

For a moment he hesitated, but his survival instincts kicked in. He took me into his arms, looked me in the eye then went to my neck and kissed the skin. It gave me goosebumps; I knew it would hurt. He played a bit with his tongue, as if cleaning the area, not to contaminate the blood. I felt two stings in my neck, a little more powerful than the pain caused by the needle they take blood samples at the hospital. Then, there was no pain, but more of an irritation, as he fed on me. He was gentle, taking care not to cause me discomfort. As he moaned in pleasure, his state of mind transmitted into me. I could feel his contentment; I started to moan as well, for he was causing me delectation, and arousal.

When he stopped feeding, he looked at me again, his eyes glowing a bright red. His mouth was opened and his tongue was cleaning the blood off of his lips. I saw his two canines, which were longer than the rest of his teeth, but all of them were sharp now. He tried to look away but I caught his face in between my hands, and said “No”. I wanted to look at him, to let him know I accepted his true nature.

His skin was darker, like a dirtied white, his veins were glowing red all throughout his body, his fingers had long, dark, bony nails that resembled claws, his ears had an elvish elongation to them, but not that long and out of his back, two arched bones protruded, a meter long, resembling some kind of wings. I looked back at him, feeling the same way I felt before. “I still love you!” I said to him and, as I was kissing him, I licked one of his fangs. That made him let out a growl-like moan.

“You cannot defeat me, Flavius. Not even in your true form”, said Dokia, while getting up.

“I like to insist until I succeed”, he replied. Then the two clashed again and started fighting.

Now that I was free and revived, I ran to Lavinia to see if she was alright. She was still knocked out, but I used my healing powers to bring her back to consciousness.

“Are you ok?”, I asked her.

“Yes, I’m fine. The bitch slapped me real hard”, she replied, while rubbing her reddened right cheek. The one hit by the witch was cut and it bled a little before the wound coagulated and closed.

“We have to stop her somehow. But she seems unbeatable”, I said, kind of losing hope.

“What’s that over there?”, she asked pointing to the dagger I was stabbed with. It was glowing a golden color now.

“That’s her dagger. She stabbed Flavius with it, then me.”

“How is it that you’re alright now? If she stabbed you”, she asked in awe. 

“I had to drink Flavius’ blood to heal. That triggered my healing powers too.”

“It’s her weapon. If she can hurt Flavius with it, it must hurt her too. All the more now that it’s stained with both your blood”, she said, and with a flick of her fingers, the blade jumped into her hand; she gave it to me. “You will have to do it”.

I rose to my feet, concentrating on my powers. As I felt magic coursing through my veins, the air felt warmer around me. My feet lifted off the ground, while mist exuded from my body. Flavius saw Lavinia preparing to cast a spell. And he saw me wielding the blade. He understood what we were trying to do so, he grabbed Dokia and punched her toward us. The witch fell at my feet and my dark smoke aura floated in her way, entangling around her feet. With fury, she plunged into the air and shot green bolts of lightning to me and Lavinia, but they hit a magic barrier, created by myself this time.

Flavius flew and caught her at the back, holding her hands and biting into her neck, ripping a big piece of her throat, then spat it in disgust. I let go of the blade, which levitated in front of me, smoke engulfing it. With my hand, I pointed to Dokia’s heart and the dagger spun and lunged right in her chest, making her scream like a demon, echoing unholy sounds that traveled the land. Then, Lavinia finished her spell and a golden ball of light was shot at the blade, which pushed it all inside the witch’s body while setting her to fire. With one last grip of her neck, Flavius flew up in the sky with her, then dove to the ground, throwing her into the rocks.

When Dokia touched the ground, a great burst of green light, dark smoke, and red blood covered the landscape, destroying her for good. The remains turned to dust, and the dust traveled back to the stone monument and reshaped it back into its old form. Before the final crack in the stone had disappeared, a spark of white light shone and white mist poured forth, taking the shape of a man, materializing into a very familiar person.

“Liviu!?”, I asked, not believing my eyes.

“Claudius, I am so glad to see you are safe”, he replied.

“How can it be that you are here?”, I asked.

“With Dokia destroyed, I could muster a bit of spiritual power to come and see you one final time, in the real world, not in your dreams”, he said, approaching me. “I love you, Claudius. I always had, and always will. 

“I love you too Liviu!”, I replied, barely containing my tears. Flavius put his hand on my shoulder to calm me.

“Don’t hold on to the past. You can let me go. I trust you will not forget me. But it is time for you to trust yourself now.”, then he looked towards Claudius. “Thank you for helping him survive, for saving him from himself. Love him like you loved Davos, for you deserve him as he deserves you”.

“I will treasure him with all my being. Thank you for your blessing, Liviu”, Flavius answered him.

“And thank you Lavinia for taking care of him and being a true friend”, Liviu said, looking at her.

“He’s like a brother to me. He’d do the same”, she replied, and she was right. I would do the same for her.

“This is our final goodbye, Claudius. Live your life! Farewell, my love”, as he said that, he slowly faded away, the white mist dissipated and the final crack in the newly formed stone monument disappeared. It all ended with a sound of thunder in the sky.

“Farewell, my love”, I said, holding myself from crying, but eventually failing to not shed tears. Flavius took me into his arms and gave me a kiss on the head, as I buried it in his chest, crying, letting it all out, liberating myself from all the suffering and pain I felt for losing Liviu.

 I could feel another pair of arms touching my back, as Lavinia was hugging me too.

I stood there, in the wintry night, the wind whistling and snow being blown away, while in the protective grip of my newfound love, Flavius, and the warm, loving hug of my best friend, Lavinia.           

For the first time in three years, I felt truly happy. And loved by my best friend and by my partner. For the first time, in a long time, I felt my chest weightless, having renounced the guilt and sorrow which built up. I had finally let Liviu go and it felt good, it felt the right thing to do. I will miss him, I will always cherish the things we did together, I will never forget him as I will never cease to love him; you cannot stop loving someone, you just learn to forget how to love them, bit by bit. 

 And even though I felt all of these things, I was certain that I still had plenty more to offer Flavius. He had my limitless reservoir of love, passion, and honesty, as I had his. And I will be just fine. I am finally free to love again, and lucky to be loved in return.

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SIX MONTHS LATER

“Wakey, wakey sleepyhead!”, a voice I kept hearing was not letting me sleep.

“Mmm”, I murmured.

“Come on, Claudius! It’s time”, Flavius’ voice was clear to my ears now. I still had my eyes closed, but my sleep was definitely gone. I opened one eye to see if he was still there.

“I know you’re not sleeping. Even more, now that you’ve opened an eye”.

“What time is it?”, I barely voiced.

“Five past five, in the morning”, Flavius said, smiling.

“It’s too early. Five more minutes”, I tried to negotiate.

“We’ll be late if you won’t get up”, he answered.

“Late for what?”

“To catch our flight.”

“Is it that time already!?”, I asked and jumped up in the bed, fully awake now.

“Oh wow, that was the magic word? And I had hoped I had to dig under the sheets and convince you to wake up, with other methods”, he said, while doing exactly what he just told me.

I could feel his cold hands cooling my skin, tickling my legs, and finally resting inside my shorts. The coldness of his grip felt refreshing on the warmth of my erect cock.

“No, stop, don’t arouse me even more!”, I cried, laughing.

“Why not? I see that he wants to”, he said while tightening his grip on my cock, making it pulse.

“Well, HE, doesn’t have a brain to think. And I also really, REALLY, need to pee”, I answered.

“In that case, we must do something about it, don’t we?”, he said, while going under the sheets and pulling my shorts down.

I felt how his mouth enveloped my cock, while his tongue was playing with the head. One hand was resting on my abs and the other was holding my balls, pulling them a little to place my cock in the perfect position. Gosh, that felt good. I removed the sheets which covered Flavius, to look at him working on my dick. He took it out of his mouth and looked at me with his red glowing eyes, letting me know he was aroused as well. He licked the entire length of my shaft, from the balls to the tip, then swallowed it whole again. He was deepthroating me with such ease as if he didn’t have any gag reflex. I couldn’t last too much and exploded with jets of hot cum in his throat. Flavius didn’t leave any to spill and swallowed it all.

He got up, rubbing his half-naked body on my half-naked body, making me feel his rock-hard cock, pulsing through his boxers. While traveling towards my mouth, he took his time kissing my abs, playing with his tongue on my nipples, even biting one, then continuing coming up to me, sniffing my neck, licking it then kissing it, making me moan, even though I had come earlier. If he continues with this, I will get a second hard-on and piss myself.

When he finally reached my lips, he stared into my eyes, his red glow mixing with my golden glow. I might not be aroused, but my eyes glowed when I felt intense feelings for him. Our lips touched into an ardent kiss, that took my breath away. Kissing me like that always takes my breath away.

One hour later, Flavius and I were in his car, on our way to the airport. As my university ends the schoolyear almost half a month earlier, all exams were already taken and graded. Flavius decided to reward me with a surprise vacation around Europe.

The car stopped in the parking lot of Henri Coanda International Airport. We took our luggage out of the trunk of the car, paid for the lot, and then went inside, toward the Departures area. There weren’t too many people, as it was Monday, so the line at the security check was short and it went pretty fast.

I had to remove everything from my pockets, even take off my belt, when passing through the metal detectors. To my luck, the alarm didn’t beep. After the security check, we headed toward the boarding gates, to present our IDs and boarding passes. After all of that, we were free to roam in the airport for the remaining two hours.

First, we had to find at which gate we would board the plane and, after that, we didn’t really have anything else to do but wait. Although I was still in Romania, I got the feeling that I’m not walking on our lands anymore, but more like stepping into an international zone. I don’t know why, it’s a silly feeling.

Time had flown and I could see our plane approaching the gates and the people inside it disembarking. I felt a bit anxious, as I have never traveled by plane. A queue had formed at the gates, and the officers were checking each passenger’s pass. Soon we were walking through the mobile tunnel and entering the plane.

We took our seats, one next to the other. Flavius was nice to let me sit at the window, as he had flown so many times, he didn’t have a preference anymore. After almost a quarter of an hour had passed, the doors were closed and the flight attendants started their instruction about flight safety and emergency drills, but not before the captain had greeted us all, in the speakers.

The attendants finished the instruction and the plane started moving. It took around five minutes for it to reach the runway. Until then, it moved quite slowly, but man was I in for a surprise when it went full throttle. The engines started to roar loudly and I could feel a bit of the G force pressing against me. When the plane lifted into the air, I felt light, a false impression of weightlessness, and looking out the window, seeing how everything got smaller, made me feel a bit dizzy.

It was a bit cloudy in Bucharest that morning, and I could see we were passing through the clouds. But the plane was still ascending, and it didn’t take long for it to fly above a sea of blinding white puff. The sight was marvelous. It made me wish I could fly on my own, to be able to reach this heigh and relax on white, calming puffs of clouds.

The flight would not last too much, as the distance from Bucharest to Athens is only one hour and 40 minutes. In no time, the captain announced that we will start the descent to Eleftherios Venizelos Airport, in Athens.

After disembarking, we took our luggage and, guided by Flavius, we went to the taxi station. Oh yes, Flavius knows Greek, and he got along with the driver very well. He was a friendly, older man, who loved driving and talking with tourists. He knew how to speak English and even knew a few words in Romanian. I was really impressed by him.

The drive to the hotel was not too long, even if there was some traffic, I got to look out the window. Athens didn’t seem different from Bucharest, except for some palm trees. We arrived at the hotel, checked in, left everything in our room, and went into the city, on foot.

The hotel was really close to the city center, and to the Acropolis so, naturally, I wanted to visit it. The line at the ticket booth was a bit long, but it went fast enough. We took our tickets and went through the gates.

I loved it there, the moment I stepped in. On a tall stony hill, the Acropolis could be seen, but there was still a long, climbing road ahead of us until reaching the top. As we ascended, we passed by what used to be an amphitheater. It was quite well preserved, as was the entire site. As we reached the top, a massive stone gate greeted us; it was tall, with columns on each side, however, I couldn’t tell if the style was Dorian or Ionian. It wasn’t Corinthian, that I knew because this style is the most complex of both.

As we walked on the stony ground, some parts of it being so shiny from centuries of weather and probably millions of footsteps, there it stood, in ruin, but nevertheless grandiose and awe-inspiring – the Parthenon. Never have I ever thought in my whole life, that I will step on the grounds of the ancient Acropolis and touch the Parthenon itself. As I stood there, I took in the sight, feeling happy that I got to experience it. More so, with my love, Flavius.

The descent was fast, of course, and I could sense the smell of lamb stake, which made me hungry. So, after seeing all that could be seen in the area of the Acropolis, we exited and went to find somewhere to grab a bite. I saw a video on YouTube the other days, about a traveler that liked to review the eating locales in each country he visited. So, obviously, I wanted to try the souvlaki from Kosta’s Souvlaki. I never regrated it. The souvlaki served there, was like a wrap with grilled meat, some fries, and tomatoes. I devoured four, before feeling too full to eat another bite. I even convinced Flavius to try it, even though he doesn’t need food, he enjoyed it.

The rest of our week in Athens consisted of visiting all the ancient sites and the Museum of Archaeology, going to the beach, swimming in the azure Aegean Sea, and walking at night in the Monastiraki flea market neighborhood. We have even traveled to Delphi and to the temple of Poseidon at Cape Sounion. I loved it in Athens, the people were so friendly and happy, the food was delicious, the sights were impressive and the vibe in the flea market was joyful.

It was our last night in Athens, and I was feeling a bit tired from all the walking. Tomorrow we would take the plane to Rome, where we will spend five whole days discovering the treasures of the Ancient Roman Empire and the marvels of Renaissance architecture.

I was lying in bed, wearing only a pair of loose shorts, after a warm shower. I was waiting for Flavius to finish his bath and cuddle with him until we fell asleep.  I didn’t notice when I dozed off, because Flavius startled me out of my half-sleep state. He was wearing only a towel around his waist.

Water was still dripping on his body and a round bulge protruded in the fabric of the material covering his privates. He took it off and wiped all the water off his body. My eyes were fixed on him, doing his business. He felt me and looked at me, catching my glowing eyes savoring his beauty.

He smiled, put the towel on the back of a chair, and came to me, wearing everything he was wearing when mother nature brought him into the world. He sat next to me in bed, on his belly, while caressing my chest with his left hand. His touch was warm, due to the hot shower he had taken just now. His fingers playing on my skin gave me goosebumps and my cock started to grow and stiffen.

He moved his hand down my abdomen and under the waistline of my shorts, touching my erect member. He got up, his cock hard as granite, veins protruding along its length. He was bigger than me, and a bit thicker, and although my cock curves upwards like a banana, his curves upwards then bends to the right. With a sleigh of his hands, my shorts were on the floor, my cock having been released from its covers. Flavius moved on top of me, lightly pressing against my body; he never let his entire weight on me. Our cocks met in a pressured touch, as our waists moved one toward each other. As our bodies undulated in a dance of friction, his lips were embracing mine, in a frenzy of kisses and a tango of the tongues.

After a long period where we kissed like two crazy teenagers, Flavius started kissing my neck, licking it, blowing air against the skin, making me twitch in pleasure and moan. His lips caressed my body from neck to pecks, to abs, to cock.

Unexpectedly I flipped him onto his back and got on top of him. He smiled at my attempt of dominating him but played along. I kissed him, then went down with my tongue and played with his nipples, sucking on them, then finally biting each, making him moan. I kissed the chasm between his pectorals and made my way down to his chiseled abdomen. As I ran my fingers through the packs, they would bump up then down, tickle him, and also letting out some more noises of pleasure.

Reaching his big cock, I took a moment to take its view in, as if I had never seen it before. It smelled sweet, from the shower gel and it was pretty warm. I caressed it with each side of my face while taking in his scent. My tongue played with his balls, sucking each into my mouth, pressing them inside with my tongue, making him vociferate sounds of bliss. I continued to lick his shaft until I reached the top.

His foreskin was covering the glans so, with my mouth, I covered the head, while with my tongue I slipped under the skin to uncover his dick-head. I teased it with the tip of my tongue and with my moistened lips, before finally putting it inside and giving it a proper welcome.

Flavius was grabbing the sheet on the bed with his fingers and flexing the muscles on his abs and thighs, due to me playing with his dick inside my mouth. I wanted to deepthroat, but I couldn’t, in the position I was in. I moved on his right side as if we were about to do a sideways 69, but I didn’t let him do anything to me, as this was only his pleasure to endure and savor.

I was standing next to his throbbing dick, teasing his abs with the tips of my fingers, while pretending to take it in my mouth. After teasing him some more, I eventually took his rod in, pushing it past my uvula. At some point, I thought it won’t go further, as if it was too thick. Flavius then pushed a bit with low force and my nose buried itself into his ball sack, while his dick filled my throat. I kept it in for a bit, then took it out and immediately took it back in my throat. With each repetition, his dick went in with more ease, until he was fucking my throat with it.

He was about to cum when he rapidly took it out, flipped me over with such speed, I didn’t even feel I was moved. Now I was lying on my back, with him above, looking me in the eyes with his glowing irises. I saw passion on his face, and love, and great excitement. He gave me a kiss before jumping down and swallowing my dick, in a craze of tongue licks and lips suction.

When I thought he’d stopped, I felt his tongue tickling the skin under my balls, then continuing to tickle me, until he reached my hole. When his tongue started playing around and then pushing in a bit, I let out a moan, which encouraged him, even more, to insist on doing what he was doing. That made me arch my back and I wanted him to stop, but he didn’t let me, so I had to moan until he was satisfied with my pleasure.

He licked me from my butthole, past my balls and my cock, through the lines on my clenched abs and between my pecks, up to my neck, and stopped an inch away from my mouth. He looked as if he was prepared to kiss me, but he didn’t. He just looked at me, shining his ruby-red glow upon my face. He feigned an intention of closing in to kiss me, but right when I was about to touch his lips, he backed away a bit. I couldn’t rise up and reach him, because his hand rested on my chest, holding me. He knew very well how to taunt me. He knew how much I desired the touch of his lips. He practically felt me.  As he was tormenting me, as to say, my craving for his kiss activated my powers. And, just with the strength of my will, a small force pushed Flavius toward me, enabling me to taste him, finally ending the tease. That aroused him even more, as his entire body was lit by his glowing veins.

Then, gently with his hands he positioned each of my legs on his right and left shoulders, and after that, I could feel the tip of his cock touching my hole. He started moving it up and down, rubbing it against the moist skin, lightly panting in the rhythm of his cock sliding on my crack. He stopped and pushed it in, slowly. It felt painful at the beginning as if my ass would crack, but he never stopped kissing and caressing me, pleasuring me to compensate for the temporary pain I felt.

He was patient, pausing for long periods, in order for me to adjust to his girth. After each push, my breath accelerated and his tenderness manifested in kisses. After a few more pushes he was fully inside me, the last one brought out of me a louder moan than usual. It was a mix of an exhalation moan and a pained groan. But as I was a stoic, I transmuted the pain into pleasure.

When Flavius felt that I was accustomed to his size, he started moving, very gently at the beginning. And pausing, slightly after each set of push-and-pull. It didn’t take long for him to move faster and in an unnoticeable amount of time, he was pounding faster, always looking me into the eye, which aroused me even more.

I looked at him and voiced “Faster!”, the sound coming between my teeth, as the pleasure was too grand for me to talk normally. His rhythm had stepped up a couple of notches as he was really moving hasty, not ever losing his stamina. Again, the sound between my teeth vociferated to him, “Harder!”. Maintaining the tempo, his basin started hitting my buttocks harder, his dick pressing against my insides harder, making my erect cock leak precum, which dripped from my abs and onto the sheets. Now Flavius was the one groaning, as his body hit my body, in a dance of rough and passionate lovemaking.

“Ah…f-fuck!”, slipped from his lips.

In the heat of the moment, while he was looking at me, he told me to open my mouth. It was slightly opened, due to me groaning and moaning, from trying to breathe anyway. So, I opened it even more and he spat directly into it. My gosh, that was kinky and crazy; I loved it so much I let out a “Fuck yeah!”, without intending to do so. That made him pound me even harder, stimulating my prostate even more. How much could I have bared this pleasure? I did not want to know.

He stopped before the sensation of pleasure would form inside our dicks, took it out of me, and turned me over, on my belly. He shoved it back inside in one hard push and leaned over me, his weight pressing a bit on my body. His hands wrapped themselves around my torso in a tight grip, but not as to hurt me. While his head rested on my right shoulder, his knees sank into the mattress and his waist started to move up and down. The sound of his pelvis hitting my bum was the one of slapped skin, and the way his body moved, made me move along with it.  This position was good, I thought because my dick would slightly rub against the sheet, pleasuring me. The weight of his body felt good, but I still thought it wasn’t his full weight. I felt dominated, but also respected and loved; protected under his robust body. All while he was fucking me.

Flavius was panting alongside me, but not because he was losing his breath; he could never lose his breath, for he didn’t need to breathe. No, he was panting due to the pleasure he felt in his cock, rubbing against the inside of my ass, panting because I was doing it. His pleasure was not only in his dick but also in my pleasure. It drove him crazy to know he was satisfying me so much. How could he not?

He stopped again and kissed my back. I didn’t even know I liked that before he started doing it. The feel of his lips on the line of my spine sent different chills through my skin, to different parts of my body. As he went down, reaching my but, I felt him slip out of me and his hands parted my cheeks and his tongue played on my wet hole.

After what seemed hours of him rimming me, his hand pulled me up on my knees, still back facing him, while he was standing on his knees as well. He entered me and stood there, caressing my chest and my abs, kissing my neck, and playing with my cock.

With his right hand resting on my abdomen, his left hand was holding me by my chest, while his fingers were touching my neck, as if in a strangle position, but no to choke. He moved back and forth, and my waist moved with him. As doing so, my dick was slapping the hand he was holding on my abs. He put it on my dick and started stroking it. I could feel pleasure forming inside my rod and I could feel he was about to cum as well.

He wanted to pull out, but my hands told him not to; he would not hurt me, I knew that. He just had to trust me and himself. As he was getting closer to release himself, the speed of his thrusts quickened to a point that I could almost feel he was fucking the cum out of me.

When his hand released my cock and was wrapped around my torso, along with his other one, I knew he was about to ejaculate. He tightened his grip, it was more powerful than any of his grips, but I knew he would not squeeze further. He started letting out moans and when the moment approached, he came inside me, with long and loud groans of pleasure overwhelming him, making his body contract, ending with a long sigh of satisfaction.

He turned me over to face him and kissed me while playing with my hard dick. Then he went down to suck me, with his hand resting on my buttocks. He made it clear to me that I can thrust and fuck him in the mouth. So, I did just that, when I held his head in my hands and started moving inside his throat. It didn’t take long for me to explode inside his mouth, almost collapsing due to the pleasure, over him, letting out loud groans and panting, for the feeling of release after all this time of fucking, was absolutely overwhelming. He never lost a drop.

We both crashed on the bed, me from exhaustion, him from satisfaction, and we cuddled. We didn’t say anything to each other, we only stared into our eyes, smiling. I fell asleep shortly after and dreamt about Greece. It wasn’t a nightmare, just a normal dream.

The next day when I woke up, Flavius was standing outside on the balcony, staring into the city. I went to him and startled him when my hands touched him from behind.

“Claudius, I didn’t hear you”, he said, confused at first, but then realizing what had happened.

“That’s odd. You have a perfect hearing”, I replied and went forth to hug him. Now it was I who startled. I backed my head away a bit and looked at him. “You’re not cold anymore, Flavius! I can feel your warmth!”, I said, puzzled.

“I’m as cold as I usually am, if not drinking hot beverages or taking hot baths. It is you who is cold.”

Then it struck me. It was not warmth that I felt, it was me being colder than usual. It was me having turned into a strigoi. Flavius looked at me, a little worried, and asked:

“Claudius, are you alright?”

“Yes. Sorry, I didn’t want you to be worried about me. It’s just that the reality of it struck me.”

“How do you feel?”, he asked, now calmed and smiling.

“I feel as before, maybe less tired, less hungry, less thirsty. My senses are sharp and my body feels like it could fly. Emotionally, I don’t know how I feel. I would guess happy, as I will live forever. It’s as if I won the lottery and don’t know what to do with the money yet. I’m happy but confused and cautious; I can’t believe it happened to me!”

“You will get used to it. In time”, he said, while hugging me.

“You have given me the best gift I could receive. After the love you bear for me, you have offered immortality and power. I know that I can offer you something as well.”

Flavius looked at me, bewildered, as our bodies separated. I took my right hand to my left pectoral and placed my palm on it, still feeling my beating heart. My left palm rested on his left pectoral; no heartbeat could be felt. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my magic, on what I desired.

The air around us started to heat, and I could smell the scent of dark tea and roses, but along that, I could finally sense his scent, of lime, pepper, and lilac. I felt the magic mist as it twirled around both of us. I opened my eyes, throwing a golden light upon his beautiful face and muscled torso. Then it happened. As my heart was beating inside my chest, the pulsations went through my rand hand, traveled to my left hand, and discharged into his chest. Doing so, my beat lowered and I felt his heart strum once, twice, thrice and continuing to beat to the rhythm of mine. Now, our hearts were synchronized to the same wavelength, or better put “beat-length”.

He looked at me in awe and couldn’t believe what just happened. A tear escaped from his right eye, as he wrapped his arms around me, rising me into the air, as we both floated above the balcony floor.

“I cannot believe what you have just done! I… I can never compensate for what you have offered”, he said, looking at me with such joy.

“You don’t have to compensate, Flavius. I love you; I will always do and nothing in the world can happen to stop me from feeling this for you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“I love you Claudius!”, he said, as we kissed and returned to the floor.

My life changed in so many ways, throughout the years. No child has to suffer the loss of his parents, at such a fragile age. But maybe that fragility shielded me from the pain of not seeing them ever again. For I was too young to understand what death meant. And no teenager should love and be stripped of his loved one, by watching him die. But life has its way of turning around, like a wheel, and after you experience great sorrow, you are offered a recompense.

My recompense was Flavius, who reminded me how to feel again, how to allow myself to be carried by love’s spells and fall again for another. I was allowed to get closure for losing my first love, Liviu, by being offered the gift of magic. True, that I had to face some perils, in order to say farewell for the last time, but it was the least expensive price to pay.

In the end, I had given my life and received life back, and then to give it away for immortality. I will have an eternity to roam on this world, alongside the one I love now.

“Do not fear death but rather the inadequate life.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.” 

THE END

From the middle of my sophomore year of high school, I knew I preferred sex with another male over sex with a female. I had experienced sex with both, but found sex with other males much more erotic as well as satisfying. I had sex with females strictly for appearances, as did the male classmates I had sex with.

During my sophomore year, I happened to catch Josh Baker, our star quarterback, jerking off in the gym dressing room and he said that if I didn’t tell anyone about it, he would suck my cock and eat my load. I was curious as hell so I agreed and he did as he had said he would.

I had fucked pussy a few times but nothing felt as good as him sucking me to a climax. But really shocked me was the fact that when I shot my load into his mouth, he moaned softly and swallowed my entire load.

Afterward, we talked and agreed to meet every Tuesday and Thursday and he would suck me off each time. I looked forward to those meetings. After about six weeks or so, I decided to see what it was like to suck another guys cock.

When I told him I wanted to try it, he smiled and suggested that we drive out to an old park that had been deserted for years. He pulled into a wooded area where the car was hidden and we got out and after he spread a blanket on the ground, we stripped.

By the time we were naked, both our cocks were rock hard. He stepped up to me and as he grasped my cock, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine and immediately began feeding me his tongue. I loved the passion and immediately began sucking on his as I had done with females. Before I realized what I was doing, I had his hard cock in my hand and loved the feeling.

He guided me down to the blanket and after cuddling, we began kissing again and sucking each others tongue. After few minutes of sucking each others tongue, he flipped around and his cock was in my face and I felt him swallow my cock. I gasped and decided to ‘go for broke’ and swallowed his. To my surprise, I loved the feel of it in my mouth and was anxious to get my first taste of cum, which he said he found very tasty.

After several minutes of casually sucking each other, he began sucking me more aggressively and I figured he was getting close to climaxing. That got me turned on and moments later we both climaxed just seconds apart. The rush of his thick creamy cum shooting into my mouth set me off and I immediately fed him mine.

Once we had milked each other dry, we swallowed simultaneously, then as we sat up, I had my second kiss with another male and it was much more erotic than the first, knowing we had just eaten each others cum load.

Josh and I sucked each other several times a week and soon he asked me to fuck his ass. I did and found it better than any pussy I had ever had, and he sure seemed to enjoy it. After about the third time of me fucking him he admitted that he loved a cock in his ass and one in his mouth at the same time, and asked if I was willing to have a three way. I said yes, assuming it was another student.

We met in the equipment room and were in the process of kissing and fondling each others hard cock when we heard a voice say, “Why didn’t you wait for me?”

I tried unsuccessfully to hide my nudity as I looked into the face of Coach Sims, the high school football coach. Josh smiled and said, “It’s cool. He’s into it as much as we are.” It was then that I completely realized that Coach Sims was just as naked as we were and his cock just as hard. He was in his late thirties and extremely well built and his chest was covered in dark brown hair.

He kissed Josh hello then turned to me and I went for it also and immediately felt his tongue in my mouth. After the kiss, he smiled and said, “I understand you’re fairly new to this kind of action, so if I start anything you don’t want to do, just tell me.”

“I’m totally open to experimenting and trying new things, but I’ll let you know if I’m not interested,” I told him.He dropped in front of me and began licking and gently sucking my ball sack, which I loved. Then he swallowed my cock and lovingly began sucking me. Then, after a few moments he turned and began sucking Josh. When he did, I quickly went for his cock, taking my first man cock balls deep, and as I did, I heard him moan softly.

It was such a turn on to be sucking a man and not a high school classmate. I knew I wanted to have a one on one with him, and soon.

Moments later Josh said he needed to get fucked and got on his hands and knees. John, as he insisted I call him away from class, eased his cock into Josh’s ass as I slipped my cock into Josh’s mouth. Then each of us leaned forward and began kissing as we each fucked a hole.

We climaxed simultaneously, and after Josh headed to the restroom to expel the load, John quickly jotted down his phone number and said, “I want to see you one on one. Give me a call but don’t let Josh know I gave you my number.”

When Josh returned, he found me on my hands and knees with John hungrily eating my ass, drilling his tongue in me as far as he could, and I was loving it.

On Saturday morning, I called John and he said to come on over and park in the drive. “The front door will be unlocked, so just walk on in,” he had said.

I told my dad that I was meeting some buds at school and we were going to be playing some ball. Dad said to enjoy myself and to be home about five. I knew dad had been dating some so I assumed he was having a lady friend over and would be fucking her.

When I arrived at John’s house, I walked straight on in as he had instructed and found him in the kitchen totally naked and pouring himself a cup of coffee. He was just as hot as I had remembered him in the gym.

Smiling, he said, “Why don’t you get comfortable.”I immediately began stripping and he said, “I hope your not in a hurry.”

“I just need to be home by five’” I said.

Just as I removed the last of my clothing, he smiled and asked, “Is that thing always hard?”

“Only when he is excited,” I replied.

He stepped closer and as he grasped my cock, he leaned over slightly and began kissing me. I immediately parted my lips and our tongues began exploring each others hot, wet mouth.

After the kiss, he asked how long I had been playing and I told him everything about how and when I started with Josh. He led me to his den and we cuddled on the sofa for a short time then slipped down to the floor.

Before we had started our first sixty-nine, he said, “If you have only been active for that short of a time, then you are a natural. I’ve been with guys that have been sucking cock for years and they aren’t near as good at it as you are.”

“I wasn’t sure about it that first time but after going all the way that first time, I was hooked. So far, I much prefer sex with another male that a female. A mans ass is so much better that a females pussy.”

“I totally agree,” he said, before swallowing my cock. Immediately I took his in my mouth and we began hungrily sucking each other, soon bringing the other to a wild climax.

“Mark, do you think there is any way you can spend the night with me?” he asked.

“Well, I certainly couldn’t tell dad I was having a sleepover with you,” I said.

“Well, what if I asked if you could go with me over to Appleton to pick up some equipment and we would be staying overnight. I can tell him I also want to talk to you about being the equipment manager.”

“Well, it’s worth a try,” I said.

I told him that I had told my dad that I was going to be at the school with some others, and he said he would take it from there.

He called my house and talked with my dad telling him that he was at the school and was leaving to go to Appleton to pick up some equipment and wanted to talk to me. He told him why and dad said it was okay and John told him he would bring me by the house to get a change of clothes.

We quickly dressed and John packed a few things and we headed to my place. To make it look good, he went in with me and spoke to dad while I grabbed a change of clothes. Like all dads, he told me to mind my manners and to listen to Coach Sims. I said I would.

We headed out and I started laughing and said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s so fucking exciting.”

“Well, even I have to admit that it’s got me boned up,” John said.

I glanced over at his crotch and could clearly see the outline of his hard cock, and smiled. After a moment, I said, “I know you said I could call you John, but if I do, I’m afraid I might slip up at school and call you that in front of the others. I’m just going to keep calling you Coach.”

“You make a good point,” he said, “so Coach it is.”

As we drove, Coach talked to me about being the equipment manager and what my duties would be. It would be my responsibility to see that the uniforms were clean and ready for the team before each game and that we had everything we needed on away trips.

I loved the idea because that meant I got to be in the dressing room when the guys were naked before putting on their uniforms.

We eventually arrived in Appleton and coach pulled into a motel on the edge of town. After checking in, we went to our room , which had two beds strictly for appearances. Afterward, we walked over to the nearby truck stop for dinner and made comments about which driver we would like to get into our bed.

After eating, we headed back to the motel and as soon as the door was closed and locked, we stripped totally naked. Once in bed, Coach began giving me a full body tongue bath pausing and gently sucking each nipple before licking the rest of my body, including my ass, where he drilled his tongue into my hole.

After leaving my ass, he licked my balls, then my cock and as he did I said, “Coach, I want you to fuck me. You’ll be my first so be gentle.”

“Mark, you don’t know how honored I feel to be the one to pop your cherry, and if it gets too bad, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

“I’m not going to stop you. I want to get fucked and feel you shoot your load in my ass,” I told him.

“Just the thought of fucking your virgin ass has me so turned on,” he said. “You want to do it now or later?”

“I want it so bad. Do it now,” I replied.

Coach had me lay on the bed on my back and pull my knees up to my chest. When I did, he lubed my ass working it around my hole and into my hole then coated his cock with the lube.

After getting into position, he kissed me then said, “Remember, stay relaxed. I’ll go slow until I’m all in then I’ll pick up my speed. But make sure you stay as relaxed as possible.”

A moment later he began kissing me again and as he did I felt the head of his cock press against my hole. I could feel him pushing forward and a moment later the head of his cock entered my hole and I gasped.

“You’re doing great, just stay relaxed. I’ve wanted to do this since the first time we sucked each other.”He gradually worked his cock in and out always going slightly deeper with each forward thrust. After a moment he said, “Stud, you got it all. I’m in you balls deep.”

I reached back and felt hand he was indeed in me balls deep and I was loving it. Looking up into his face I said, “Fuck my man pussy. Shoot that seed in me.”

He began to piston in and out as we kissed and it felt better and better as time passed. Then he said through heavy breathing, “I’m about to shoot. Oh, shit, I’m Commmmming!”

I felt his cock explode and it felt awesome. He went in balls deep and let his climax subside. Breathing heavily, he said, “That was awesome. It’s been a while since I fucked a virgin. Now, can I do something I love?”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“After I fuck a guys ass, as soon as I pull out I love eating him. I love eating a freshly fucked hole.”

“Coach, you do whatever you want. I’ve still got a rush going from feeling you cum in my ass.”

He slowly pulled out before quickly burying his mouth in my hole. I could hear and feel him slurping up his own cum as it drained out and it was turning me on big time. I was near my own climax so I grabbed my cock and finished myself off, shooting my load out onto my stomach and chest. Moments later, Coach was licking me clean.

“How did you enjoy your first fuck?” he asked.

“I loved it, and I want it several more times before we head home.”

“You’ll get it, I promise,” he said, “but you got to fuck me also.”

“I was planning on it,” I told him.

We kissed a while with him telling me that he started with his two brothers when he was in high school. He said the three of them still get together and have sex. I told him I’d love to join them. He said he would see what he could work out then said, “Now, fuck me.”

I did and followed is lead and sucked my own load out of his ass. I found it hot and erotic. We later went and ate diner at the truck stop and I sucked a hung trucker through a glory hole in the restroom before returning to our room and again fucking each other.

The next morning we again fucked each other then went for breakfast before heading home. We met two drivers in the restroom and went to one of their rigs and had a four way suck fest. Then while heading home, I sucked coach off again while he drove.

We arrived home much earlier than expected and when Coach dropped me off at home, I noticed my uncle’ car in the drive. Dad was especially close to his brother and they spent a lot of time together.

I let myself in and as I entered, I heard dad say, “Yea, Mike, fuck me hard, and I hope we can do it again before Mark gets home.”

I was totally shocked at what I was hearing and silently eased back to dad’s bedroom door. Upon peeking in, I saw Dad on is back, legs raised and my uncle fucking him hard and fast, both saying how great it felt.

My cock was rock hard when I heard my uncle ask dad if he ever thought about introducing me to male sex so I could fuck him. Dad admitted he had thought about it but wasn’t sure how to approach it. Then he admitted, “I’d love to suck him dry on a daily basis.”

I turned and eased into my room and stripped then silently slipped into dad’s room and before they new I was there, I was on the bed next to dad offering him my cock.

He looked at me as I said, “Suck it dad.” He swallowed my cock and as he did I leaned over and swallowed his.

My uncle was so turned on watching that he climaxed first then watched as dad and I finished each other off simultaneously.Once we had swallowed each others load, dad looked at me and asked, “How long have you been active with other males?

“Since the beginning of the school year,” I replied.

“If I ask you a simple question, will you give me an honest answer?” my dad asked.

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

“Did you have sex with Coach Sims on your trip?”

“Yes, sir, I did,” I replied.

“Did he introduce you to man play?”

“No, sir. It was another student at school,” I relied.

“Do you enjoy it?” my uncle asked.

“Very much so,” I replied.

Smiling, dad asked, “Would you like to join your uncle and I?”

“Fuck, yea,” I replied. I want to suck Uncle Mike, while you fuck me.”

“Well, then, let’s do it,” Dad said.

I got on my hands and knees as dad got in position behind me and my uncle knelt in front of me. As I began swallowing my uncle’s cock, my dad began sliding his cock balls deep into my ass. It made me feel so great, knowing I was giving my dad such pleasure.

They both began to piston in and out and soon both climaxed seconds apart, with dad telling me how awesome my ass was, and my uncle saying he had never had a better blow job.

After dad pulled out, I turned and began kissing him passionately and after we parted, he smiled and said, “Now I want you in my ass.’

Seconds later, I had my cock balls deep in my dad’s ass with my uncle watching and saying how hot it was to watch. Then, as soon as I climaxed and shot my load deep into my dads hole and pulled out, my uncle dove in and began sucking my load out of my dads ass, as I kissed dad passionately.

Later, dad watched as I sucked my uncle dry and eat his load. As I did, my uncle smiled and asked, “Now that Mark is one of us, you think I could visit more often?”

“Any time you want to, Bro,” dad replied.

The following morning, dad called Coach Sims and said, “Coach, Mark was trying to explain to me what his job would be as equipment manager but I’m not sure I understand. Why don’t you stop by this evening and I’ll order Pizza and we can discuss it.”

After a short pause, dad said, “Great! We’ll see you about six.”

Looking at dad, I said, “I can see it in your eyes. Just what are you planning?”

“Just you wait and see,” dad replied with a devilish smile.

Shortly before six, dad looked at me and said, “When Coach Sims gets here, call me.”

Right at six o’clock, the doorbell rang. I answered it and let Coach Sims in and called out to dad. A moment later, dad stepped into the living room, totally naked and with his cock rock hard.

“Mother fuck!” Coach exclaimed, as I asked “What are you doing?”

Dad started laughing and said, “Coach, Mark has told me everything about your trip. I know you had sex with him.”

After that, dad told Coach about me catching him and his brother having sex and joined in.

“After we had sex, I asked him if you and he had sex on your trip and he was honest and said yes. Knowing that, I thought you might like to join Mark and I this evening.”

“You better fucking believe I would,” he replied as he began to remove his clothes and of course I did the same.

Moments later as dad and Coach kissed I dropped to the floor between them and alternated back and forth sucking their hard cocks.

Dad soon stopped me and led Coach and I to the den where he had cleared the center of the room and spread blankets out for us to have sex on.

After we settled on the blankets, Coach spoke up and said, “I’ve never been with a father and son before. I want to watch you two make out.”

Dad and I started kissing and fondling each other as Coach casually stroked his hard cock. A moment later I leaned over and started sucking Coach as dad started sucking me. What I really wanted though, was to watch my dad take Coach’s cock up his ass.

After a few moments I stopped sucking Coach and said, “Here, dad, you take over. I want to watch you two for a while.”

Dad and Coach started kissing passionately as they fondled each others cock, then dad turned Coach around and began tongue fucking Coach’s ass as Coach moaned in pleasure. Moments later Coach stopped dad and started eating dads ass.

Moments later they began a hot sixty-nine and before long I watched as they both accepted and swallowed each others thick load. Then I told them to kiss while I jerked off in their faces. After I had climaxed, I watched as they licked each other clean.

Smiling, I said, “Later, I want you two to give me a cum facial.”

“I think we can manage that, Coach, don’t you?” dad said.

“I don’t see why not,” Coach replied.

We relaxed and talked and coach told us how he started with his high school coach. Coach said he was curious and that his coach had seen him sniff dirty jocks and one thing led to another and they were soon sucking and fucking each other.

After a while, dad and coach began to fondle each other as they kissed. I stood and stepped e and began jerking off. Moments later, as they kissed passionately, I climaxed and covered them both in creamy cum. Immediately, they began licking each other clean for the second time.

After licking each other clean, dad spoke up and said, “John, I want to watch you fuck my son.”

“Gladly,” Coach replied, and began lubing his cock and my hole.

Looking at dad, I said, “As soon as he pulls out I want you to go in and add your load to his.”

As Coach fucked me, I licked dads cock and balls and soon Coach said he was close. Moments later he cried out as he buried his cock balls deep in my ass and shook all over. Dad jumped into position and as soon as coach pulled out dad shoved his cock in.

Coach straddled my face and as I ate his ass, he and dad kissed passionately. Moments later dad added his huge cum load into my ass.

As his eruptions subsided, he said, “When I pull out, hold it in until I get in position then shove it out.”

Coach spoke up smiling and said, “I hope your going to share.”

Seconds later both men were licking up the two huge cum loads as they drained out of my ass, and I was loving it.

After pausing for some real food, dad watched as I took my time and slowly sucked Coach to a climax. As the last of his cum entered my mouth, he looked at dad and said, “Clay, you have one hell of a son.”“John, tell me something I don’t know,” Dad said with a smile.

I sat back and watched as dad and Coach started a sixty-nine, but after a while coach said he wanted dad to fuck his ass. With coach on his back and legs pulled up, dad made his entry and as he fucked coach, they alternated sucking on my cock.

It was after midnight when coach said he had to leave, and dad asked if he would like to make our get together a regular event. He said he would and would be in touch.

Shortly after lunch on Sunday, Uncle Mike called and asked what we were up to. Dad told him to come over and we would fill him in. Less than a half hour later he walked in the door, and upon finding us nude, he immediately asked,. “May I join you?”

Dad smiled and said yes and as he stripped he said, “I have a hunch this is going to be wild.”

Dad told him every detail of what had transpired and as he listened, Uncle Mike stroked his cock. By the time dad had finished, Mike was close to shooting his load. Immediately, I kneeled in front of him and told him to cum in my face.

Seconds later, my face was completely covered in his huge thick load. The next thing I knew, they both began licking me clean.

The following weekend, dad invited Uncle Mike over as well as Coach Sims. The highlight of the weekend came Saturday afternoon when, as coach sucked my cock, dad and Mike double fucked his ass. Then they watched as I licked up their loads as both loads drained out of his gaping hole.

Later in the evening, I got my wish. I was fucked by all three men one after the other, starting with my dad, then my uncle and lastly, by Coach.

Dad and Coach began spending more and more time together, and about six weeks later I found that they had gone together and bought a home on one hundred and twenty wooded acres and was very secluded. It was surrounded on three sides by other wooded and uninhabited property. The house and cleared area was set well out of sight from the road.

We moved in and that’s when I found out that my uncle was moving in with dad, coach, and I. Only when anyone was visiting, which was seldom unless specifically invited, we lived nude inside and out. Sex was on the spur of the moment between us all.

The three men also invited others to visit on some weekends and it was one huge orgy, sometimes with as many as ten or more total men there having uninhibited sex, and anything was allowed as long as it was agreed to between the men involved.

I found that I enjoyed golden showers and the men loved hosing down a teenage boy, especially when my mouth was open.

One afternoon, dad said he had invited a special friend of his to spend the weekend with us and not to be shocked when he arrived.Then, on Friday evening about six, the buzzer in the house sounded, announcing that someone was at the gate.

Dad released the lock on the gate and the four of us walked out onto the patio all totally nude. When the car came into view, Coach, Mike and I were all taken aback. There coming up put drive was a state police patrol car.

Once it had stopped, the driver climbed out, a big smile on his face. Still in uniform, he appeared to be in his early to mid thirties and was extremely well built. He sported a thick moustache and his open shirt revealed a hairy chest.

“What time is dinner served?” he asked.

“When ever your ready to eat,” Dad replied.

“Well, in that case, I think I’ll start with what looks the freshest,” he said and stepped up to me and quickly knelt down and swallowed my cock. I looked at dad who just smiled then said, “Everybody, meet Capt. Brad Pritchard, district captain with the state police.

As he deep throated my cock, he gave a brief wave then began playing with and fingering my ass. It didn’t take me long to climax and after he had devoured my load, he stood and as he stripped out of his uniform and tossed it into his car, dad introduced each of us.

Stepping up to me, he kissed me and said, “I want you in my ass. First with your cock then later with your fist.”

Then, looking at the rest he said, “Gentlemen, I like to be used in any way that will give you pleasure. The only thing off limits is scat, but I do not have a problem being a urinal.”

Then, looking at me, he said “I hear your hot and have a long endurance. Why don’t you start things off by fucking my ass. The rest of you are free to use my mouth.”

Seconds later as Brad bent over, I drove my cock up his ass balls deep. As Brad called out “Oh fuck yes,” Uncle Mike asked, “Now that’s fucking a cop.” Brad looked over at him and said, “After he dumps his load in my ass, plan on me dumping mine in yours.”

“Then I’ll change my statement from ‘fucking a cop’ to ‘a fucking cop’,” Mike replied, laughing. After I had fucked Brad, he got on his knees and sucked dad, Mike, and Coach, hungrily devouring their loads. After eating their loads, he went to Mike and said, “I said I was coming for your ass. Now it’s time to give it up.”

“It’s all your, stud,” Mike told him. After fucking Mike like a wild animal, dad and coach double fucked his ass. As they double fucked him, Mike and I were feeding him our piss, which he guzzled down like it was water.

Later, I watched my dad drink piss Brad’s piss and commented about wanting to do it at some point. When I made the comment, he smiled and said, “I’ve been drinking it since I was seventeen. Let me know when you want to try it.”The entire weekend was almost constant sucking, fucking and pissing in and on each other. Everyone watched as I drank my dad’s piss for the first time, and I had to admit that I liked it. Before he left, Brad and I had a piss sixty-nine, drinking each others piss before sucking each other off.

Eventually Josh, our star quarterback, Asked me why I was avoiding him. I tried to convince him that I really wasn’t avoiding him but had ‘been busy’.

Looking at me, he said, “Mark, I’d really love to see you again. Can’t we get together sometime this weekend. I know you moved but I can meet you anywhere.”

I said I would see what I could work out and call him.

I talked to dad and he suggested that I invite him out to spend the day Saturday and he, Mike, and coach would ‘surprise him’ once the sex started.

I called Josh and he was thrilled to visit our new place where we could go nude and have sex, both outdoors. I told him to arrive about nine and we could play until late afternoon.

Josh arrived just minutes after nine when I heard the gate buzzer sound. I opened the gate and stepped outside, totally naked. Josh pulled up and stopped and as he got out he said, “This is totally awesome.”

I told him to feel free to join me and immediately, he stripped and tossed his clothes on a table, but by the time he removed his jeans, his cock was rock hard.

He stepped up to me and began kissing me as he fondled my hard cock. I eagerly returned his kiss and fondled his cock. After a few moments, he began licking his way down my body, stopping first to lick and suck my left nipple, then slowly moved to my right nipple. After a few seconds, he licked his way down to my rock hard cock, and as he took it into his mouth, I moaned softly in pleasure.

After a few moments, he stopped, looked up into my face, and said, “I’ve missed this.”

I changed positions and sat in a chair, so that his back would be toward the door, and said, “It’s all yours.”

He returned to sucking my cock and a moment later my dad, Mike , and coach, eased out of the house, all totally nude and boned, and slipped up behind Josh. Once they were in position, I said, “When you get through with mine, I have three more for you.”

He looked up and saw me looking past him and turned to see what I was looking at, and said, “Fuck, I’ve never done this many at once before.”

Dad spoke up and said, “Well, then get busy and finish him. We won’t wait forever.”

He finished me off and ate my load before sucking the other three waiting cocks. Then, as he sucked the last one, I fucked his ass.

During the day we all fucked Josh in the mouth and ass and let him have our mouths and asses. We invited him to spend the following weekend with us. Little did he know that my dad had invited three other men to spend the weekend with us.

The weekend arrived and Josh arrived on Friday before the other men. The expression when the first two men arrived was priceless, but when the third man arrived he froze.

After the man stepped out of his car and looked around, he smiled and said, “Josh, I bet your dad doesn’t know what’s going to happen this weekend.”

“No he doesn’t, Mr. ….”, when the man interrupted and said, “Don’t worry, Josh. He’ll never hear anything from me.”

“Do you know him?” I asked.

“That’s my dad’s boss,” Josh replied, referring to Rick Collins.As soon as everyone was naked, groping and kissing, Rick pulled Josh aside and soon they were in a passionate hot sixty-nine. Then later, as Rick lay on his back on a picnic table, Josh sat on his cock and rode him to a roaring climax.

The best episode was one Saturday, Josh was visiting and dad called Brad, the state cop, to stop by and pull a prank on Josh. He quickly agreed.

When Brad arrived, dad opened the gate and coach was in the process of fucking Josh in the mouth. When Josh saw the state police vehicle pull up he did his best to hide, but it was useless.

Brad jumped out of the vehicle and grabbed Josh and said, “So you like to suck cock, do you, boy?”

“No sir,” Josh said almost crying. “They made me do it.”

“Well, you sure seemed to like it, so why done you get on your knees and suck this,” he said as he extracted his rock hard cock. Josh dropped to is knees and started sucking Brad’s cock, almost crying.

As he was getting sucked, he dropped his uniform pants and bent over as dad stepped up behind him and buried his cock in Brad’s ass.

“Yea. Clay, you know I like my pussy fucked. Come in my hole while I feed this hot young stud.”

About the time dad climaxed in Brad’s ass, brand climaxed and fed Josh. After being drained, Brad dropped to his knees and began sucking Josh, soon accepting and devouring his load.

Looking at Josh, Brad kissed him then said, “This was all planned as a joke, but where do you usually hang out on weekends? I’d like to meet you sometimes.”

Josh told him and Brad kissed him passionately before pulling up his pants and leaving, saying he would be looking for him.

Josh was a good sport about the prank and admitted that it was scary at first.

We continued to have our weekend orgies with Josh occasionally joining in. he told us that often after dark, Brad will spot him and have Josh follow him to a deserted location and they would suck and/or fuck each other.

Looking back, it’s hard to believe that all this started when I caught Josh jerking off in the gym. I date females and fuck them on occasion but nothing is hotter and more satisfying that a hot round of sex with another male.

I sat in my car, my whole body shaking. I grabbed the steering wheel to stop my hands from trembling. I could hear my heart thumping in my chest, hard and fast. How could I have done what I had just did? Was I that desperate? That hungry for dick? Me? The successful single 52 year-old man?

I never married but I stayed in the closet maintaining a discrete gay life, mostly on the down low.  I never took chances with other men or sustained a long relationship with any. I needed to protect my reputation and my position. But now? I did that? Here?

I ran the events in my mind, and my body kept shaking as I brought back what I would have thought impossible to have happened. I had woken up with a morning bone, as usual. I had showered and jacked off, sad at the thought that I hadn’t had sex since the pandemic started some ten or eleven months ago. I knew that it wasn’t wise to have sex with someone and run the risk of catching the virus. This was an important part of my life: being careful and not taking risks.

I had lingered over breakfast and coffee, enjoying my Saturday morning. Needing to get some bread, I donned sweatpants and a loose sweatshirt, put on my facemask, and drove the couple of blocks to the local bakery, one of the few places that were open under the lockdown.

Picking up a loaf of bread and a bag of biscuits, I had stood in line to pay. There was a woman ahead of me with piles of all kinds of bread and stuff, but I waited patiently keeping a safe distance. The bakery door opened and in walked this very tall, very slender, very young-looking guy, wearing a hood and low-hanging jeans. I automatically glanced down at the crotch, a habit of mine to check crotches, and my eyes had frozen.

Outlined in the tight jeans was what seemed like a large banana stretching the denim fabric sideways. I couldn’t remove my eyes as the young guy walked in and towards me. When I looked up, I saw his eyes staring at me. I thought I had noticed a smirk under his facemask and his dark brown eyes glinted with a kind of mischievous look, apparently noticing the way I had stared at his crotch.

Then he had winked at me and crossed over into the store. My heart had skipped a beat at the wink. Had it really been a wink? Or had I imagined it to be so? Had my sex-starved mind been playing tricks on me?

As the woman started to count out cash for her purchases, I had felt a breath at the side of my neck, and before I could turn around, I heard a gruff whisper in my ear: “I will let you play with it for a 20, old man.”

Had I heard right? Let me play with it? It? His “banana”? The cheek of this guy. And how had he known? So ok, I had stared a bit too long at his crotch. I mean he was packing. Big!

Starting to feel my body shake, I had turned around. The guy had stepped back, still facing me, and gave me another wink. Then, he had turned and sauntered towards the back of the bakery to where the toilets were. My mind was screaming at me to hold back, but my feet, as if moving on their own, had headed behind the kid into the toilet, driven by some unseen magnetic force that I couldn’t resist. The door locked. The kid had leaned his tall lanky body against the sink, thrusting his pelvis forward, his outlined dick bulging.

“Go ahead, old man. Take it out and play with it.”

No hesitation. I had immediately undone the couple of buttons and fished out the monster cock after I handed out a 20 and placed it on the sink shelf. I had watched in a daze as the young cock hardened inside my fist, throbbed, thickened. My estimation? The fucking cock must have been longer than 9 inched. Maybe 10 or 11. And thick. And veined. Cut with bulbous knob, more pinkish than the rest of the rod.

“Another 20 and you can suck it,” the kid whispered cheekily.

Another 20 had joined the first. Pulling away my facemask. Dropping onto my knees. Stretching my jaws. Taking the cock knob in. From far away, I had heard my muffled moans as I swallowed.

Had it been a minute or ten or twenty? With no warning, the guy pulled out and stuffed his hard dick back into his jeans. I looked up to see if I had bit into his dick as I was sucking on it. There decidedly was a smirk on his face, now that his mask was off, revealing a light beard, full masculine jaw and lips, flared nostrils.

“The extra 20 doesn’t include my sperm, old man.”

By then, I was totally lost. No reason. No caution. No discretion. I needed that huge boy cock so bad. I fished out a 50. The cock popped back out. The guy held my head and thrust. He fucked my face hard. He exploded down my gagging throat. There was no warning except the thickening of the shaft and the sudden hit of squirts at the back of my mouth and down my throat. It had been such a long time since I took cock that the ejaculation had hit me by surprise, making me swallow the cum as it shot over and over inside my hungry mouth.

“Hot fucking old cocksucker, dude,” the guy had snickered as he sauntered out of the toilet, leaving me totally dazed, sore jaws and salt-and-pepper trimmed beard covered with semen, on my knees, smacking my lips.

I had rushed out of the bakery without picking up the bread and biscuits.

In the car, I was still shaking. I swallowed, the boy cum taste still strong in my mouth. My eyes squeezed shut as the scene played over and over in my head. My own cock was rock hard inside my sweats, throbbing, aching for release.

It could have been five minutes when I was startled by a light knock on my window. There was the guy, his brown eyes staring at me.

Pushing down on the button to open the window, I gazed back. The boy was beautiful.

“That was a good head, old man,” he said.

I nodded, speechless.

“You can have more than that if you’re willing to fork out more bread.”

“You a male whore?” I croaked.

He stared hard at me, and then smiled: “As much a male whore as you are a fucking old faggot cock sucking bitch.”

“Get in the car, bitch,” I retorted with a smile. No hesitation. No discretion. Totally taken over.

I drove back to my place, my mind in a whirlwind. Why was I taking such a risk? So the kid had an amazing dick. So I was  starved for dick. So my own dick throbbed painfully. I glanced at him and shivered: he looked so handsome and young. “Sam,” I croaked.

“Hey, Sam,” the kid laughed. “Call me Adam.”

He reached and pinched my cheek. What the fuck? As if I were his fucking girl. But I loved it. There had to be a 30-year difference between us. I was the older one, the wiser one, the more mature one, but with Adam I submitted. Since his first whisper, resonating in my mine over and over, “I will let you play with it”, the kid owned me.

When we got to my place, we didn’t waste any time. I had to take him in my mouth again, to feel his youth inside my throat, to take in his scent with my nose buried into his thick pubes.

Adam was slim, smooth. His tall body towered over me as I sucked him. His hands grabbed my head and his thrusts were forceful, bringing tears to my eyes as I swallowed and gagged and choked.

“Get on the fucking bed,” Adam pulled out and stroked his wet cock. “You want this cock up your faggot ass, don’t you, Sam?”

I nodded, got naked, and lay on the bed, gazing at him standing tall and naked and hard and beautiful.

Adam, smirking, climbed on the bed and settled on his knees between my thighs, bringing his cockhead closer, teasing my balls and taint with the knob. Smirking. Teasing. Electrifying.

“You got protection, old man?” he asked, rubbing the head round and round my ring.

I was in a place where protection was the least on my mind. I needed this kid. Deep. Hard. Skin to skin.

Reaching up, I brought Adam’s face down and mumbled: “Do me, kid. Fuck me bare.”

“Fuck,” he laughed. “You’re a real bitch, Sam.”

His penetration was forceful and deliberate. No gentle preparation. Just the spit and pre-cum from my earlier sucking. He penetrated and drove balls deep. I screamed into the pillow. My hole hadn’t been stretched for a long time. And the rod that was forcing its way in was no joke. Thick ten inches of hard meat could do damage. And damage it did as inch after inch stretched my tunnel and pushed back my bowels.

“You like that, faggot?” He leaned on top of me, grabbing my ankles to stretch my legs wider. “You know you look like a fucking faggot pussy, don’t you?” He grinded on my butt cheeks. “You got a tight pussy, faggot. A tight fucking faggot pussy. Sucking my dick in.”

He kept tantalizing me, trying to humiliate me, not even starting to fuck me, just buried in deep and grinding and calling me names. And I fucking loved it. I wallowed in it. As much I hungered for him to drill me, I was in paradise just having him deep inside me and grinding and cursing me out.

Adam kept his stream of “faggot” and “bitch” as he started to pound. He pulled out until the knob was just inside my ring, then thrust full length back in, gradually increasing his tempo. The kid knew how to fuck ass. I moaned and squirmed and begged for more. He grunted and slapped my butt and spit into my open mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ran my fingers up and down his back. He pulled my hair, bit my neck, and rammed my hole.

The fucking was amazing. The pain almost unendurable. He would pull the shaft out, spit on it, then drive back in, making my tunnel more slippery. With every thrust, the shaft massaged my prostate. My dick kept its erection and started to dribble onto my belly as he fucked me. With the increased piston action, I ejaculated. Hard. Hitting his smooth chest and arching all the way to my face, my hair, my mouth.

I knew that my ring muscle was spasming on his cock because he threw his head back, his adam’s apple bobbing, his cock swelling, and he dumped his load inside me.

“Oh fuck, bitch. Take my fuck juice, faggot. Fuck, Sam, yeah, I’m fucking breeding your faggot cunt.”

Adam came big. I could actually feel the huge load. He pulled out, spread drips of cum round my hole then shoved back in. I knew that he was probably emulating porn flicks, but I loved it even though my ass was burning like hell.

Adam finally climbed off of me.

“I need to take a piss, old man,” he said, holding his semi-erect cock. “Want some of that, too?”

Oh my God, the kid was really a hustler. I wasn’t into piss but I was tempted.

“No Adam,” I replied, “but I will hold it for you as you pee.”

He laughed. “What a faggot cunt, Sam,” he said as he sauntered toward the bathroom, with me right at his heels, gazing at the firm, bubbled, young, fuzzy butt cheeks ripple with each step.

Standing behind Adam, I held his cock and guided it toward the bowl. The stream of piss was steaming and strong, splashing around the toilet bowl, never ending. I had been young once, and my peeing had also been strong. But Adam’s pissing was a phenomenon in itself. His cock pulsating as the urine flowed through and shot out. This was my first experience with pissing.

Adam turned his head sideways. “You’re enjoying all this, you sick fuck.”

I uncharacteristically laughed, as I shook his dick letting out the last drops of slit, and feeling him erect in my hand. I was able to stretch up and lick the back of his nape enjoying the feeling of his warm back on my bare chest. I also erected against his lower back and grinded on him, moaning.

“And you love taunting me, Adam,” I said, lightly biting into his shoulder muscle.

He responded by turning around, pushing me against the sink, grabbing my legs and hitching me up to straddle his waist, exposing my sore butt. He fucked me. His arms around me, his mouth on mine, his cock ploughing deep into my screaming ass. And that was Adam’s third load. The kid knew that his servicing me like that was going to pay well. Actually it did, but the money was worth it.

Covid19? Fuck that. I took the risk and I am glad I did. So fucking what? I would catch the virus eventually, better from one of the hottest sex sessions I had ever experienced.  

Talim looked down at him and kissed him hard again. These new thresholds were astonishing. Here he was duelling tongues with this gorgeous guy and having a super, hot time. His huge shaft was on the rise again too, and he could feel Talim’s monster already hard against his and he started rubbing them together, their initial seed again providing exquisite lube.

In spite of all the frotting and action; Bill’s stomach announced a load groan.

Talim raised his head and Bill realized he was beginning to miss those curls when they weren’t up against him, as well as the rough hairs on his beard.

“My love, you must be very hungry? Come we will shower and then you will have wine and dinner.” He helped Bill up, who was still a bit unsteady and another first, took him by the hand. The cords were very long, and as he was still restrained, they walked hand in hand across the room, around a partial stone wall, to a toilet and shower.

With his hand, Talim indicated the toilet. “If you have to go anymore, although your pee is delectable and I will always want that!”

Bill did do his business and as he was finishing; Talim had turned on a handle for a small amount of water to come from a pipe high up. “There is a paucity of water in this land, so we must share.” He sighed. “I probably shouldn’t have dumped that water on you earlier, but couldn’t resist.”

He took a pine scented bar of soap and began to bathe Bill all over. With his hands not as tightly enveloped, Bill knew he could have started to beat the shit out of this guy, but instead he stood there purring like a lion. He spotted a second bar and to his amazement, the hand he should have used to fight with, reached out and he, William Anthony Treadwell, West Point Graduate, decorated warrior, started to lather up this stunning man standing under the water with him.

His hands explored the fur with the soap and water; the arms he could not get his hand around, the nipples, looking like milk chocolate kisses in the dense forest, which he loved playing with and twisting, and the divine combination of hair and perky tips of his gorgeous tits. 

Down the washboard abs he went, through a jungle of more fur, and then to his wonder, he was washing dick. He knelt to give it a close inspection. Talim had been cut, rare in his world, perhaps he was part English, hence the accent? He was running his hands up and down its length. What would it be 10”? No matter how much he cleaned it, there was more and more pre-jizz leaking out. 

Before he knew it Talim had turned and spread his cheeks. His hole was shaved, like the nuts Bill had been washing, too, and looked small and beautiful. Bill thought:

“In for a penny, in for a pound” and nervously washed away at it, daring to dart his fingers across and slightly into the tight confines, until he had his index finger fully in him. Bill gasped. It was like a baby bird accepting a worm, drawing more in.

“Enough,” Talim commanded and kneeling took Bill’s 8.5 own inches all the way down his throat. Bill nearly died. Before on the bed it had just been the head. With his whole orifice down his throat, he knew he had found a permanent parking place. The tongue explored every inch and the vacuum like tightness was more than he could stand. Within perhaps two rapid minutes, he was erupting again, this time completely down a man’s throat.

Talim turned the water off. “Pure nectar. I can live on that!” He smacked his lips. “People are dying from thirst here, we must not overdue with the water.” From a small ledge he produced a huge towel and another robe. Gently drying Bill and then himself, he aided him in getting the jalabiyyah over his head and as this one had an opening with buttons in the back, like a hospital gown, it allowed easy access around the restraints.

“I know they’re a fucking pain, but I truly think I’d die if you left yet.” He reached for some warm socks; how did he know his feet always got cold? He seated him on the bench and adjusted the restraints, so he could put them on him.

They stood and were so close it felt as if they could climb into each other.

“The boys will bring in wine and dinner, then I suspect you want to go to bed.” Bill saw, for the first time his hand quiver as he put it up to the side of his face. “It won’t be much longer. I promise and I won’t hurt you.”

He started to walk towards the door. “I’ll leave you alone now.”

Bill barked out an order. “Stop!” Where did this voice come from? “Don’t leave me alone. I’m by myself, I’ve always been, even in a place like this, much of the time.”

Talim had turned. Those flawless eyes boring into him.

Bill took a deep breath. “Will you have dinner with me?” He regretted it almost immediately, sure he would say, owing to the world he lived in, that he had to be with his wife and children.

Talim beamed. “Funny. I am the captor, yet it is you who has taken me captive.” He bowed. “If that is your wish, then I accept.”

The dinner was spectacular and at first Bill hesitated, knowing how people here were starving. Over his glass of red wine, Talim watched him – truth be told they had done nothing but watch each other.

“I have something to tell you. I see your reluctance in eating and I understand. What if I told you, and it is the truth, that I am The One? Would you feel more comfortable eating then?”

Bill dropped his fork. The One? Ever since he had been here he had heard stories of this prophet, this God, who had done so much to try and bring peace, hope, food, water, independence, and sustainability to this country, only to be hunted by those who wanted to ruin it. He was called simply ‘The One’. The tales abounded of this mysterious one’s largesse and the continued risk he put himself in, giving money, water, food, and where he could and through secret messages, hope. He was said to be huge and beautiful; a loner, with a large fortune, and small band of men, trying to do good work.

“It  all makes sense now, and thank you for trying to do what you’re doing.”

“In truth I have put myself in terrible peril by taking you. I rarely show myself. I am disgraced and disowned by my family for being homosexual; hunted for trying to help these poor people, but when I did go into town a few weeks ago and saw you, well I felt my heart stop. We would, I believe, not have gotten to this point, had I not taken you, but I will pay for it, I know.”

This was true and Bill found himself sharing too, telling him he was leaving the Service this day; had signed all the papers; was not a serviceman anymore, and had a layover for a few days in Paris, before heading stateside; so no one would wonder where he was. He was only to text his unit buddies if there had seemed the imminence of an attack on the village he was watching. He would have gone back into town and hitched a ride on a bus to the airport.

Talim assured him his pack and cell were safe; told him he had a few things to check on and astonished Bill, by releasing the restraints.

“Get some sleep, my love and I will ensure you are safe,” and that wicked glint appeared in his huge eyes, “and still here.” There were tears in his eyes and he kissed Bill on the nose and cheek, the now pine scent of him maddening. “I have some things to check on, right now. You will not be hurt, but I do very selfishly need to explore you more. I am sorry for what I have done.”

Left alone for the first time, since he had met Talim, Bill, exhausted and sated by the wine and dinner, ruminated. He was free in the room, but for the first time in his life, he didn’t want to go. No one, at least for a few days, would miss him and would anyone truly miss him at all?

Yes, the day had started wrong and the manner in which it had initially transpired frightening and bad, but this God had unlocked and unearthed the new Bill and was that anything to be sorry about? 

Whatever came next, he would accept and he knew that Talim knew he was conforming to this new and fucking hot world. He was happy and excited and deep down he was aware that had not happened for a very long time.

A lantern was brought in and affixed high above the bed, fresh sheets put on it, and Bill crawled beneath the soft and silky duvet provided and almost instantly fell asleep.

At what point he was not sure, but Bill awoke. Damn, were those restraints back on? Something was wrapped around him? Becoming more lucid, he realized they were arms, not restraints. He was here in bed with him. All these new chapters in his life. 

His heart beating madly; Bill managed to turn and raised a now free hand and arm, to touch the wondrous curls and trace his nose with his finger. Suddenly, he was ravenously hunger for his turn to have sex with Talim. He leaned his head down and kissed him, first gently, then as Talim awoke, with a desperate passion, loving his beard against his own two day stubble as they mixed together.

“Talim, show me; teach me. I’ve never said this to anyone before, but I think I love you. I was an only child, my parents died when I was eighteen in a car accident. I had just started at West Point and I shut down after that, never letting anyone in. You’ve given me a new life, and breath. It must have been there all along and you found it. I’m ready; let’s fucking do it”

They threw back the duvet and this Hercules was suddenly squatting above him and lowering his perfect rump over his whole face. Thoughts of the shower danced in Bill’s mind as he pried the cheeks apart and moved his face in, smelling, then beginning to explore with his tongue, firing his tongue in, like the bullets he had shot, swabbing it all around the hair; prying his cheeks wide apart, and becoming as wild as the bulls racing in Pamplona. Wow, wow, wow. 

He tried to get in as far as Talim had with him, when Talim suddenly turned and there was the yard stick smacking him on the face, smearing him with pre-cum.

Talim stopped, reached for the glass under the bed and added more of their combined juices, to the dry semen already there; pouring in it some of the glorious red wine they had for dinner.

“Drink, my angel, then suck me dry.”

They brew was salty and fabulous with the wine.

The lantern still illuminated enough for Bill to see and he gazed at Talim with wanting eyes. “Let me know if I do anything wrong,” and he said it, “my love.” Life had always been man and bro, and here he was calling another guy my love and imploring him to impale him with his rod.

“Take just the head and explore,” Talim advised, guiding him.

The whole thing was enormous, but the taste was far better than what had been compiled in the glass. He had another guy’s penis in his mouth! Gradually taking more, trying not to gag, even with Talim, pushing, not so gently this time, till it felt like there would be a hole in the back of his head. He kept swirling his tongue around, being mindful of his teeth, working and sucking away. He couldn’t manage the whole thing, so he wrapped a fist around the lower inches, using fist, mouth, and tongue, all the while dreaming that practice would make perfect and relishing in the early secretion bathing his tongue.

A hand was placed on his forehead, deep breathing right by his face. “We need to 69. I have to have you all the way again in my soul, so I can exist.”

They got into position and went to town. Bill had never known anything so sublime and they shot like rockets, almost simultaneously into each other’s throats; two lives combined together.

Later, wrapped in each other’s arms, they drifted off to sleep.

The next day Bill’s asshole and balls had been expertly shaved by Talim and he was now suspended by the chains in the ceiling, hanging onto a pole, and having his ass royally worked over. First a grade A rimming, again with that awesome beard, mouth and tongue, then first one, then two, and finally three fingers, lathered in that mysterious oil, prepping him for what was to come. When he first had been finger fucked, it had all been so quick – this was a longer process: the oil against his hole, the finger, then fingers gingerly going in, then the sliding, then punching, then drilling, all causing torrents of pre-cum to hang this time suspended, almost as long as the restraints that had been around him yesterday, as his ass muscles rejoiced and clamped down and around the persistent fingers. 

His balls were wrapped in a long latex cord and attached to a hook on the wall, so that every time he moved with the chains, his nuts were yanked deliriously. When Talim, standing on a platform, began to enter him, the world went careening out of control. His huge mitts slapping away as Bill felt a Toyota Yaris would have been smaller up his tush. At first it had been fucking painful, but the swaying motion kept propelling his ass back and forth on the pole, as he began to grow accustomed to the girth and length. The magic oil seemed to double the sensation.

Swinging back and forth on that scimitar, sweat dripping down, Talim screaming in his ear, calling him baby and his love, Bill imploring him to fuck him harder, the action of moving back and forth with the chains and Talim banging him repeatedly, giving him the prostate exam of a life time; fucking overwhelming. Finally, as his toes curled, he fired a load to make any porn star proud, as it splattered down on the cement floor.

Talim had the stamina of a Triathlete as he kept pounding into him, till he fired a load up into what seemed his throat, warming and flooding him with his volcanic seed.

Then, having Talim do a copious golden shower all over him, hot steamy piss raining down: on his face, his hair, his hairy chest; spouting, like a garden hose, as they laughed, exploring, repeating, and yes loving together.

That night as Bill fucked a man for the first time, the feeling was incredibly wild, like the most snug, warm glove around him, as he jacked, and even lowered himself to take Talim’s huge and luscious piece in his mouth, to cover it with spit and love the sexy veins running the length of it.

Talim assured him he was safe, was tested and had not been with that many men. 

“Here it is not allowed you know.”

Bill grunted and Talim begged him to affix the nipple clamps on him. “Fuck my tongue, too, baby,” Talim shouted.

Intertwined, Bill ramming himself into him, he knew he had found the definition of bliss and never would want it to end as he showered his anal canal with endless spunk. His lover pulling out of his mouth, to deluge his hairy chest, chin, and cheeks with his own mammoth load.

So this went on for three days, each learning about the other and drawing ever more close until the fourth day when Talim did not appear the entire day. Bill paced and yelled out for him, a loneliness and fear like he never known overcoming him. 

Breakfast and lunch brought in by the team, went uneaten, no questions answered, until Bill did not know if he could stand it any longer.

Finally the door opened and he was there, looking ragged, but Bill went running, tears streaming down his face, to throw himself in his arms, covering him with kisses.

Talim returned the ardour, then broke apart. “I have been thinking all day about us. Do I have the right to do what I’ve done? You say no one is concerned about you, but my team has heard that rumours are abounding that you were captured. They know you did not make your flight, and too I am being hunted ruthlessly for what I have tried to do here, and now probably your abduction.” 

His voice broke, and Bill took his hand and led him to the bed. 

“I think I should disappear. Go to northern Canada, where I have a big place and much property, and try and do some good work there. I can’t erase the damage I have done, but my heart is breaking. I love you so much, more than I can say, but I have been so wrong.”

Bill knelt before him. “Take me with you. Do you have the same set up there as you have here?”

Talim winked at him. “Better, William Anthony Treadwell, my love.”

Bill kissed him long and hard; his vote of approval. “You’ve given me a life and I can’t imagine it without you. Give me back my phone. I haven’t wanted it till now. I’ll send a text, say I met someone,” he blushed, “and stayed a few days longer, and I am fine. What would life without you be like? Do we have a way to escape?”

“What happens to your life in New York?”

“Not important. There was no life, trust me, till now. We pack it up and become frontier men in Canada!”

“Are you sure? I love you more than anything!”

“And I love you as many drops of semen ever!”

Talim roared. “By the way would you believe I am Henry Talim? Part of my British ancestry and my Oxford years. Okay, we do this. Together forever. I have money that they,” he sneered, “my family can’t take away. I have a private jet and we’ll run away together.” He sighed. “I will miss it here, but I have tried.”

“And made a huge difference. Now let’s make it somewhere else.”   

Talim went to the door. “Return Bill’s phone so he can send a text and change the flight plan to Buffalo to close up his apartment. One of the team members is a pilot. So, we leave in a few hours, but we may have time for a good bye fuck here. Chains or bed? Who fucks who?” The smile across his face was like pure snow against his brown skin.

Bill leered. “Henry Talim we do both!”

Years later when anyone would ask Bill how he had met his husband, his eyes would glow, and he would say simply: “Well, he captured me, you know!”

A couple of weeks before my 30th birthday a bunch of friends invited me for a party “do not bring anything, it will be your day” they said “just your pretty self and we’ll all take care of you”.

So, no surprise there but a mountain of questions like what would happens that could be so special, who would be there and so much more…

I spent the two weeks leading to “the” big day in a state of semi-excitement trying to anticipate. The big day finally arrived and I rushed doing my chores and shopping: it was Saturday and even on your birthday, life goes on…

All giddy with anticipation, I got ready. A long bath, picking clothes that would make me look my best. I was to arrive at 8PM so there was no reason to rush, I really enjoyed the getting ready part, slowly and with a drink at hand, answering a couple of calls from family and friends giving me their best wishes. Nearly 7PM the trepidation was so that I decided to leave. I was no more than 35/40 minutes from the house of one of my best friend hosting the party, so I walked leisurely. It was a  nice spring evening, not warm but comfortable enough to enjoy the walk, passing lots of people going places to spend their Saturday evening and night…

7:50PM, I was there and cold not wait any longer so I walked to the house, knocked hard as I could hear loud noise of people talking and laughing inside. The loud knock stopped the noise inside briefly and my host came to open the door: “I am a little early” I said as I showed my hands in a way to show that I did not bring anything as I had been told, “no problem, come on in” he replied.

I walked in, he pushed me gently inside to the middle of a small crowd of about 20 people or so who all shouted “Happy Birthday” I pretended to be embarrassed, smiled and made the rounds to say hello to most guests personally.

My host brought me a drink: rum and coke weak, my favourite!

The party carried on, I was handed lots of gifts small enough I would not be in debt to accept them and had a nice time talking to most guests in small groups. This went on for a couple of hours and ner 10PM the host announced it was time to “go out” and thanked everyone for coming, he reached out to me and said “you don’t dare to go anywhere”, so I parked myself in some corner and watched people leaving saying “good bye”, “thanks for the nice evening”, etc… by 10:15PM when the crowd had been mixed when I arrived, only six gay guys I knew well remained and the host said “now it’s your time”.

The guys approached me and started to caress me gently at first then more suggestively until one took my shirt off and another opened my trousers etc… this was rather nice and without knowing really how it happened, I was naked in the middle of the room with 3 of the other guys naked as well and the rest well on their way to be… “so their gifts is an orgy” I thought. Well not too far off but not quite…

I was gently led to the exam room (my host had a chiropractic practice and was often working from home).

With hands all over me I found myself lying on the exam table, my back raised slightly but not fully so I could sort of see the action going on, two guys took one leg each and raised them so my ass and crack were fully exposed and almost immediately and avid rimmer went to work, another guy got my balls in his mouth and sucked gently one at a time then both, in and out as a third guy grabbed my cock in his mouth and started to work it slowly but very efficiently. I was nearly sitting on the edge of the exam table, legs held up in the air and all I could think of is how three guys can be able to be so effective without getting in each other’s way.

I was having a wonderful time as it was until the two holding my legs up bend down towards my chest and started to suck on my nipples. Anyone who knows me that my nips are wired to my dick but it is not often they are both worked on at once.

I was in heaven as it was when suddenly a nice cock appeared and invited my mouth to get in the action… now it was truly heaven. I do not remember a single occasion when I had such a sensory overload, my body was convulsing from the pleasure as I could feel everyone upping up their game for maximum satisfaction of the birthday boy: my ass hole was raped by a super active tongue which rested only to bite my buttocks gently, then harder and harder and harder as time went on…. my balls were getting squeezed harder and harder as well,my cock bitten softly as the lips were going up and down the shaft, and my tits were assaulted by two sets of teeth sucking in the breast to bite a larger area and the cock in my mouth, well it was changing every few minutes. I thought they must have been experts at their craft as I could not feel a gap to any part of my body when they obviously switched to a different ‘station’. They told me after that they had worked on each other a few times to work out the moves that would deliver the best results. Some rehearsal anyone would love to be part off: I immediately volunteered for the next ‘gift’.

After a time that seemed very long I finally exploded and could feel the guys breathing hard as they came to a similar conclusion. There was enough cum in the room to satisfy he cum eating habit of a couple of the guys who avidly started to lick people and furniture alike until everyone was numb with pleasure and we all looked at each other, the smiles started and one of us finally said something, the orgasms were lifted and life was returning to our cheeks. Our host said he would clean the room in depth the next day, I could not imagine him having a patient without such cleaning.

We went back upstairs, we had a last drink. It was just after midnight so my “treatment” had been almost 2 hours long. I did not feel the time going by when having such fun. As I was collecting my clothes one of the guys shoved a little butt plug in me “one for the road” he said… I got dressed, said goodbye to everyone, thanked them profusely and left…

The walk home was strange and somewhat uncomfortable but delightful at the same time each step was a reminder of the evening, never in my past have I had such intense pleasure.

When I got home, I looked at myself and could see two red disks around my tits, the biting had taken its toll, I could not wait to check my ass in the mirror: bite marks that did take a few days to fully vanish and my ass hole was so raw it was painful for a couple of days…

But what can you say,you do not turn thirty every day, why should not you have such experience more often, now I start to wish for another one… as well as being one of the pleasure giving guys for a deserving recipient…

It was my 18th birhtday anniversary and our school was going on a two day trip. I was 5.8 , 6 inch dick and bubble ass, teachers favourite and once I had sucked mr Ryan’s dick who was one of our teachers 

Mr Ryan told me that he is going there alone in his car and as I didn’t have a car he asked me if I want to go with him .I knew that he wanted to me to do same thing and I also wanted to do that cuz he was having 9 inch black dick .I agreed . we decided to departure on 8am .

He approached me and I was ready in my t-shirts ,shorts ,shoes with my bag pack . We met formally “hi -hello “ then I went into his car he was also wearing same type of outfit as I . He started car and our trip began . After some time he stopped I thought that he wanted me to suck him but no I was wrong he went out and I saw him going to adult store I don’t know  what he buyed . He came and gave me a smile. He again started car and asked “have you ever been ass fucked” I was feeling shy and I said “yes “in a slow voice , he said that he wanted to listen my experience I told him how I was fucked by a stranger , he again asked how many time you’re fucked I replied I have sucked 5-6 cocks but ass fucked only once , he said then it it will be your 2nd time (in slow voice ) , I was shocked and asked what is he saying he Just said nothing. Conversation continued and finally after 3 hrs we approached there . He told me to come in her room at 8 night and not to tell anyone . I said ok and left to meet my friends , we enjoyed and the time came it was 7:50 and I said that I want to go washroom so I’m leaving and left from there .

I knocked his door he opened . When I entered his room he was wearing robe and welcomed me . I entered and he told me to take shower I followed his order he took me to shower and he told me not to close the door . He gave m a phone and told me to watch and do the same . The vid was showing how to do enema .I did the same . I knew that he wanted to fuck me . But it was something else . When I completed he told me to wear pink panties I did and he put a blindfold on me and tied my hands and told me to relax . He left closing the door and I was having erection in those panties and I was in deep though what is going to happen. The door opened after 10 mins I asked MR Ryan when am I leaving he answered” no doubt till morning “I was having little bit fear and I was so hungry for cock . He asked me “ are you ready to take my cock ?” I replied” yes daddy I’m so hungry “ he told me to get on floor and on knees I did as he said , he came forward as I could not see anything a cock came on my lips and then I started to kiss it then i took the shaft then started sucking it , it began to erect and now he hold my hairs and started to facefuck me  I gagged and tears in my eyes ,he did it for 2 mins then withdrew , then again a cock entered in my mouth it was thicker than Ryan’s and smaller,then Ryan told me to get in doggy style , then a felt a tongue on my ass he was licking my ass , I was shocked  that there were two people and I asked “Mr Ryan who is this 2nd person ?”he replied “don’t worry he is one of your teacher Mr Sam “I was shocked but I get more horny as I knew that I’m going to be fucked by 2 at a time . Then I felt something on my ass it was a cock he hold my cheeks and shoved his cock he said “you’re so tight bitch “then he enterd a finger in my ass it was a great feeling finger went in and out , in and out then the cock in my mouth started swelling and Sam was in speed and then he shouted” take all my cum in your mouth  aghhhh aghh “ and as I have never tasted a cum it was little weird but then he came and his salty cum filled my mouth and he was still fucking my mouth and then he told to drink all of it and then he withdrew and I drank all of it and suddenly someone hold my face and started kissing me he said me “give me Sams cum “ I was again surprised cuz Ryan was fingering me . I broke the kiss and asked who is this ,then someone removed my blindfold and I was shocked it was Mr Walker (he was 7 foot , probably he would have 10 inch black cock) ,then I saw there were 5 teachers two on bed one fingering ,two standing naked in front of me , then they all shouted “surprise and happy 18th birthday anniversary “. Mr Ryan withdrew and said “ you were my fav child and I knew that you’re a gay the way you looked all of us so I though that you will like this surprise ,I stood and started kissing Mr Ryan all of them clapped then he kissed me back and started exploring my mouth with his tongue my eyes were closed and kiss went for 2-3 mins . Then I felt hand on my ass, one kissing my ears and one my neck I was feeling that I m a bitch and I’m going to be fucked by all of them. I broke the kiss and  I was seeing all of them (Ryan ,sam,Walker, John (same as my height and same size dick) , Khaled (our gym trainer taller than Walker and black probably 12 inch cock)

They all surrounded me and I get on my knees and John came forward I knew what I have to do , I took his cock and started sucking ,Ryan untied my hands and i took full cock of John cuz it was smaller ,then sam ordered me to get in doggy he then shoved his cock I felt pain he started shoving his 8 inch and fucked me slowly Khaled told “sam don’t you have stamina fuck him as I use to fuck you “ then he started fucking faster and faster John came in my mouth and I drank all of it then Walker again started kissing and said “ I m cum lover so give me your cum and he was swapping the cum between us now sam was in pace he hold my hips and came in my ass Walker broke kiss and started licking cum then Ryan came and started fucking my ass and Walker started to facefuck me . Ryan shoved his 9 inch cock I took 3 inch then with each stroke it get in and finally I start feeling his balls he then took tha pace and fucked my harder I can’t hold the pain and I started shouting like a bitch “ahhh ahhhh ahhhh fuck me daddy fuck fuck fuckkkk “ they all bacame horny , Walker was was now fully erect and  he was fucking me like a faggot he drove 7 inch and then slowly going in and throat fucking me continuously tears shed from my eyes but I was feeling both pain and pleasure at time time . Again Ryan hold my hips and started he was in much speed and then he came in my ass , cum was dropping from my ass and now Walker came in my mouth it was so much that it can fill half glass  I drank some and some dropped from my mouth Ryan withdrew and Walker order me to lick the cum on the floor I was licking like doggy . All of them was exhausted and told that they wanted to take a rest except Khaled . When Khaled came i said I will suck him but I can’t take it in my ass Khaled said don’t worry “ I will only tear your ass “and gave a devil smile I was now more terrified . He told me to stand and took me into his arms told put me on bed ,all of them was witnessing it 

He slept and told me to suck him . I hold his dick with both hands it was thicker then fist  I  started stroking and then took his shaft he began to erect more I was so terrified that it was 12-13 inch and as thick as my fist I took it in my mouth and started sucking I can’t take even 1/3rd of his cock cuz it was so thick than he hold my hairs and began to fuck I started gagging “aghhh aghh “ I wanted him to stop but I can’t say anything . He then withdrew and said “ If you will take my full cock in your mouth then I will not ass fuck you but if you failed then you have to be fucked “ I started crying and asked mr Ryan for help he said “ look son don’t be afraid cuz you have to take two cocks at once to take it easy and enjoy” I then started taking it I took half and little bit more instead of taking full I started enjoying sucking it and then I though that now it’s time to take it in ass . I removed and said that I’m ready to take your horse dick . He asked are you hungry to take my cock” I said yes “ “ then now you are my slave and I’m your master “ said Khaled . I said “ok master  “ Khaled said come on be in doggy I did and he removed my pink panties and put it in my mouth and started licking my ass it was so pleasurable. He asked “are you ready to take my cock “ I replied ”always master “ then he ordered me to sleep on back and legs up I did then he applied lube and place his hammer cock on my ass I close my eyes and all of them surrounded me and started taking pictures and videos . He places his shaft on my hole then pressed it shouted “ahhh “ then Ryan removed a ball gag and put it in my mouth so that no one can hear me . Then Khaled began his shaft went in it was so painful then he waited for some seconds and then started stroking with each stroke I felt pain and it goes deeper I started crying ,Khaled then began to increase his speed now pain was reduced and i was feeling his cock on my stomach he was 9 inch deeper in me and was in speed then with each stroke it got in and in and finally it was fully in my ass and they all clapped and took many pictures . Then Khaled hold my legs and took pace I was feeling that my ass hole will Never get close. His dick can be seen on my stomach and then He said “agh fuck take it all my boy then his cock started to swell in me and then he came like a river in my ass and I was feeling that someone poured a glass of water in my ass . I as he withdrew I began to fart and my ass gaped they all were clicking pictures and cum was felling from my ass Walker told me to stop and he brought a jar and he collected all the cum in that jar . As I think what has just happened I began to came it was best ejaculation ever .Then Ryan told to get up and we all took shower in same place and they all kissed me on lips neck and ears then they one by one they left and I began to clean myself. As I completed shower all of them has left and Ryan said come on  let’s sleep together naked. He turn off the lights hold my arms and shoved his cock in my ass and told me “ tomorrow is another surprise so sleep well “ and I went to sleep with his cock in my ass.

My senior year of college was filled with nights of partying and taking advantage of drunk passed out freshmen. I was in a fraternity so guys were always there drinking and needed somewhere to crash on a regular basis. I knew I was gay but wasn’t out. I knew I could have been but I preferred to hang out with straight guys. Luckily I had seniority and had a large basement room with a small kitchen, a living room and a bedroom. It had the added benefit of being pretty isolated in the house and I didn’t get bothered very often. After pledge week I was assigned a pledge to be my little brother. His name was Zach and he was a stoner skater kid. He had a girlfriend back home he was serious with so he wouldn’t be chasing girls and his roommate was already practically married to a girl he met during orientation. The girl just about lives in their room. Zach was eager to hang out away from his roommate and I always had weed and booze. He had messy dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and was pretty beefy but was still toned. He was only about 5’7” tall and was laid back and went with the flow. I could only hope he was a deep sleeper because I planned on him crashing in my room after partying and I wanted to explore his body.

My first encounter happened after a rather raucous party. Zach and I went down to my room as the party died down. He was trashed but I wanted him to be out for hours. I told him the cops were looking for underage drinkers and told him to crash on my couch and we could drink more and smoke weed. Once we were inside I made sure my door was locked. While he loaded a bowl I mixed him a drink. I made mine a virgin cocktail and made his vodka with a splash of cranberry. I put on some music and gave him his drink. He didn’t mind how strong it was and gulped it down steadily. I had some painkillers I had purchased from a friend and gave him two pretending to take some with him. We proceeded to smoke a few bowls and I mixed him a few more strong drinks and even convinced him to take a couple of shots. When he started drifting off and was wobbly I knew it was time for him to go to sleep (pass out was more like it). He was thoroughly intoxicated to pass out for the next eight hours.

I got out my sleeping bag and got a pillow for the couch. While he clumsily took his shoes off I made the bed making sure the zipper was faced out towards the room. He sat down heavily on the couch, took off his shirt exposing his thick chest with some hair between his pecs and a nice trail that started at his lightly furry belly and went part way up his stomach. He was only 18 and wasn’t completely hairy yet. I was hoping he would take his jeans off and sleep in his boxers but he kept them on and got in the sleeping bag and zipped it up. He fell asleep immediately. I kept the lights on since I wanted to see what I was doing later and he was too wasted to notice. I wanted to give him a little time to pass out fully so I snuck out of my room and went to the thermostat. I cranked up the heat so he would be comfortable without any covers. I went back in my room and locked then put the chain on the lock. I didn’t want any interruptions.

Zach was sleeping on his back with his right arm above his head exposing his hairy armpit. Part of his toned chest was visible exposing a little hair. I spent about thirty minutes watching him sleep. He lightly snored and he was sleeping deeply. My hands were shaking from a combination of excitement and nerves as I got up and knelt beside him. I lightly touched his chest slowly putting the full weight of my hand on his chest. He kept breathing regularly and I got bolder and moved to one of his nipples and pinched it. He still didn’t move. He was completely out and at my disposal. I slowly unzipped the sleeping bag and opened it completely to give me access to what I wanted most.

With shaking hands I ran my hands all over his torso feeling his warm skin and muscles. I undid his belt then his pants and unzipped his fly. Exposing his boxers I slipped my hand into the fly searching for his penis. I felt the soft average circumcised penis and slowly moved it out of the fly exposing it my prying eyes. I started stroking his soft penis and was surprised when it almost immediately started to get hard. Zach was completely passed out but his dick was awake and throbbing. It was cut and a respectable five and a half inches and thick. I slowly started jacking him off while monitoring his breathing and making sure he still out. His erect penis felt great in my hand but I wanted to suck him. I knelt over his sleeping form and used my hand to point his dick up and started sucking him off. His firm penis became slick with my saliva. I couldn’t believe he was sleeping through this but he hadn’t moved at all. From past experiences I knew some guys could sleep through anything especially when they were wasted on alcohol and weed. I decided to take the evening to the next stage aware I was risking him waking up.

I wanted to strip him naked and see his entire body. I slowly worked his jeans down. It was tough to do gently so I quickly pulled them past his butt and soon they were down to his knees. I jostled him quite a bit doing this but he remained sleeping. I then took them completely off leaving Zach in his partially pulled down boxers with his erect penis sticking up through the fly. I pulled his boxers away from his body and pulled his penis through then slowly lowered his boxers. The hair around his bellybutton continued down merging with his wiry pubic. Straight guys had recently started shaving but I prefer them natural. I was able to get them all the way off and was able to admire his naked form. His legs were thick, muscular and hairy. His erect penis lay to the right and his full hairy ball sac held ample balls. I felt up his legs and gently played with his balls feeling their weight. I once again knelt over him to suck him off and alternated with masturbating him. I was amazed he was sleeping through me worshiping his cock. This was as far as I had gotten in previous encounters and in my alcohol induced lust I wondered how far I could go. I don’t think it’s possible to get a passed out guy to ejaculate without waking up. I decided I wanted to use him to get myself off. I was going to try to fuck him. I went to my room to grab a bottle of lube.

I went back into the living room to find Zach exactly how I left him, laying on his back naked with his still hard cock resting on his stomach. I went to the couch and moved his leg off the couch spreading his legs apart. Below his balls I noticed his hairy ass crack and began rubbing it. I lubed up my fingers and began rubbing his hole. I slipped a finger into my passed out friend keeping an eye on his face and regular breathing pattern. His hole was tight and was obviously virginal. I worked two then three fingers up his hole stretching him out for the main event. He stayed raging hard and I occasionally jerked him off. My horniness was making me reckless. I started fingering him rougher and jerking his cock quickly. I noticed a little precum on his tip and licked it off then started sucking him while I fingered him. My own cock was straining against my pants ready to be released.

I stripped down naked releasing my 7” cut thick dick. He was completely out but I still worried about waking him up. I knelt with my knee on the couch and grabbed his legs with one hand and pulled them above his head exposing his virgin hole. I thought about grabbing a condom but decided to bareback him. I lubed up my cock and aimed it at his hole. I pressed my cock into him feeling resistance. He was about to lose his virginity. I slowly pushed in feeling him opening up to me. The alcohol, pills and weed made him completely relaxed allowing this anal intrusion. Had he been conscious he would have been in agony. After a few minutes I felt his balls on my pubic hair. I let myself stay all the way inside him allowing him to adjust. I slowly pulled out then rammed my cock back in. I lost myself in the moment and began to fuck him properly. After what was either ten minutes or an hour I returned to my senses and noticed he was still hard. I grabbed the lube and began jacking him off while I fucked him without mercy. I couldn’t believe he was sleeping through this. After another fifteen minutes I felt his cock pulsing and his dick erupted. Semen flew out in spurts and landed on his chest, stomach and even on his face. Seeing a drop of cum dripping off his spent penis caused me to have the most intense orgasm of my life. I blew my entire load in his now no longer virginal hole. I collapsed on top of him completely spent feeling his cum between our firm bodies. I peeled myself off him and went to the kitchen to grab a towel. I turned on the warm water and soaked the towel wringing it dry before washing the cum off my body. I returned to my sleeping beauty still in awe of what transpired. I grabbed my camera and took some pictures of his body smeared with cum and his still erect penis. I got many angles and even took pictures of his hole with a little of my cum dripping out. His penis began to soften but I noticed it was red and raw from all the attention I had given it. Once I was done with my photo session I cleaned him up with the towel. I continued to feel up his body and suck on his penis for the next few hours. I even got him hard again. Once I noticed the sun coming up I decided to go to bed. I didn’t think I could get his boxers and jeans back on so I crumpled them at the bottom of the sleeping bag hoping he would believe he took them off himself during the night. I then zipped the sleeping bag back up and laid in bed with my heart still racing from what had just transpired. I looked at the clock and it was 7am. I had started playing with him around 1:30am. Would he remember that I spent hours touching, sucking and fucking him? Anxiety began to kick in until I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up hearing Zach stirring in the next room. I looked at my alarm clock and it was 1pm. I heard him say “what the…” and heard the sleeping bag rustling. I was immediately wide awake and alert. The moment of truth had arrived. Most of my previous experiences with sleeping guys were not in my room so I was never around the next day. I heard more rustling nylon and was picturing him putting his boxers back on in the sleeping bag. He groaned as I heard him unzip the sleeping bag then I heard the sound of his belt buckle then him putting the jeans back on. I was worried but knew I had to face the music. I gave out a loud yawn and faked a loud groan. Ignorance was my best bet. I spoke loudly, “what happened last night? I remember coming back here to drink and smoke but I can’t remember anything else.”

“I have no idea,” he replied. “All I know is my entire body is sore and I woke up naked in the sleeping bag. I usually sleep in boxers so I must have taken them off during the night but I don’t remember anything. All I know is I must have fallen down hard because my ass hurts like hell.”

I think I got away with it I think to myself then said, “how about we grab some coffee and breakfast? My treat.”

It was the least I could do after the night he unknowingly gave me. We went to breakfast and he never mentioned that night again. I never forgot it and still have the pictures as proof. We did continue to party together the rest of the year which led to more nights of me taking advantage of him.