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Ezra’s Point of View

My life is one adventure after another, at least that’s how I think about it. It helps keep me sane and keeps me moving forward. It helps me forget that I’m nothing more than a pretty pet on a very long leash. But maybe I should….

My mother was a beautiful woman with the sweetest darkest eyes you’d ever seen, and a smile that had the power to warm or break a heart. The blood that ran through her family was strong, old, and due to slavery, was a mix of people and places that had no business being thrown together. We are unique. That’s what attracted my father to her. She would say that he was large and strong yet tender. I’d be built like him one day. He reminded her of the wind with how unpredictable he was, but like the wind, he was always there. All too soon they had me. A baby born at midnight, under a full moon, in the middle of a storm.

The machines my mother was hooked up to all stopped working when she went fully into labor and the storm outside grew intense, winds howling so hard my grandpa and uncles couldn’t even make it to the hospital. The birth was apparently difficult and my mother almost died. My grandma tells the story that my father leaned over her and whispered into her ear, seaming to give her some of his strength – he willed her to live. When the morning came my mother was wearing a silver pendant with a butterfly made of purples, pinks, and blues inside – my father vanished… just as quickly as he came. Her family was furious, but my mother was never angry or hurt. She would smile fondly whenever she talked about him. God how I loved her.

When I was 10, a darkness darker than darkness crawling across our home. I could taste the cold and my small voice shrunk; unable to call out her name. The shadows that always danced across my walls stood still and the whispers of the wind that came through my open window were now silent. “Run.” A voice familiar and distant. I crawled out of my bed and into the hallway to go left towards my mother’s room, but something made me turn to the right. I saw things skirting in the darkness both phantasmagorical and frightening. The next thing I remember is a butterfly flying in front of my face and my mother’s arms around me.

In the morning I was found outside under the oak tree wearing my mother’s pendant. A police officer scooped me up and rushed me towards the street. He was pale. To pale. He deposited me with the ambulance and headed off down the road. I blinked and he was gone. I watched as stretcher after stretcher left the house with bodies covered in sheets… some soaked red like wine. My grandmother arrived at the house and an officer pulled her to the side where she broke down, collapsing on the ground sobbing uncontrollably.

“Your grandson is at the ambulance let us take you…”

“NO! It’s his fault they’re all gone, it’s his fault they’re all DEAD!”

She screamed and yelled. Thrashed around and spoke in a language I didn’t understand. Finally, she crawled off the ground looking 10 years older. Pushed an officer away. Dropped a ring on the ground. Walked away. Never looked back. And at that moment I knew I’d somehow done something wrong. “Breathe. You will survive.” A voice familiar and distant.

Over the next 4 years, I lived in the system. It was hard and I could feel myself grow hard and yet growing stronger. The wind once again whispered, whispered warnings that helped keep me alive. I saw things more frequently but I pushed them out of my mind. And when I was alone, butterflies and moths would be attracted to me – in those moments I felt connected to something… someone.

Right before my 15th birthday, I found myself for the first time in a loving foster home with 3 other foster kids. The house was asleep when I heard it. “Run.” A voice familiar and distant. I woke up panicked, sweating, and my mother’s pendant burned against my chest through my shirt. This time I didn’t go outside my door, and my voice didn’t shrink. I jumped out my window and screamed into the darkness. I could feel it again and looking up I saw the darkness slink off the house and follow me. I turned and ran, barefoot until my feet were bleeding, until my lungs burned, until my chest cried out for me to stop. I turned around and saw a figure. Darker than darkness walking slowly down the road and as he… it walked, the street lights would turn off and the world would fall silent.

I knew that this was the last thing my mother saw before she died and grew angry. Angrier than I had ever been and the wind started to grow. It swirled around me harder and harder. Fences shook and signs rattled. The thing then smiled sickly at me and sped up. I cried out in anger and pain as a took a step back.

“Captis Tenebris.”

The voice was booming. It filled the cracks within space. His presence shattered my fear and calmed my anger. In an instant, the darkness that seemed so powerful, so unescapable was no longer smiling but was brought to its knees. Writhing in pain, I saw words I couldn’t read float in the air around it and the darkness burst into blue flames. The world returned to normal and a hand fell on my shoulder as I slipped out of consciousness.

A few weeks later I turned 15 and was released from the hospital. In the lobby, I was met by my foster parents and a man in a charcoal grey suit. I was so happy to see them and my siblings alive. I gingerly ran up and hugged them all and let the love drift over me, but my foster dad looked sad. The man in the suit walked up and stuck out his hand. He wasn’t too tall, only about 5’9, and couldn’t have weighed more than 180 lbs. His hair and medium-length beard were snow-white, and his eyes were a shade of blue that made it hard to look into them. I shook his hand and immediately felt the same power I’d felt the night I was saved. My eyes grew huge and he just smiled at me.

“Ezra. I’m Anderson, and you’ll be coming to live with me starting today.”

Tears started forming in my eyes and just as I was about to speak I felt his energy wrap itself around my throat, cutting off my voice. I removed my hand from his and ran to my foster mother, throwing my arms around her in desperation. She kissed my cheek and whispered how they had tried to stop him, but it all happened so fast. She looked me in my eyes and said she would always love me and I was always welcome. Anderson told me all my things were already at his home and that this was goodbye. One last round of hugs and I followed him out of the waiting room. The wind enveloped me in its embrace and I could feel it drying my tears. “They will live full lives because you are leaving.” A voice familiar and distant. Just like that, we drove away and this chapter of my life began.

“You are like Pandora’s box – mythical, beautiful, dangerous. Few can ignore you once you set your gaze on them. The gold and gleam hidden in those dark eyes. The breath you draw is sin, and as a sin, men will want you, woman will want you – things fantastical and not of this flesh will want you. There are fates far far worse than living with me my boy. Do you want to die, Ezra? Do you want that nice family to die? Because if you’d stayed with them you and them would have died that night. And if not that night, some other night by the hands, claws, or fangs of something else. You are a fae born Ezra, and as such you are capable of many amazing and wonderous things. Let me teach you.”

Across the next ten-plus years, Anderson helped me and several other unique kids harness our abilities and do things that comic books would find hard to comprehend. But it all came at a price. We all owed Anderson a life debt that by his magic would have to be fulfilled before we could be free. We are his chess pieces. Rooks, knights, bishops. All with skills and abilities that make us just as deadly as we are unique. And this is what led me to be at the party. I was staking out a Senator. He had drifted too close to our world by way of his mistress and several people now wanted him dead. I walked through the doors and let my energy do the work. Pushing and pulling, drawing him near. That’s when I heard it. “Will he be your salvation or your destruction.” A voice familiar and distant.

“Hi. I’m Ezra.” 

I leaned up and kissed him. Throwing caution to the wind, and for the first time I felt things I’d never felt before. HIs energy was warm and found itself wrapping around my own as his arms moved to wrap around me. His lips were soft and tasted of cinnamon. I could feel myself melt more and more into his skin. Too soon we felt someone enter our space and broke apart. 

“It’s time to go Ezra.”

The look in her eyes let me know she wasn’t amused. I gave him a shy smile and walked away. Leaving him stunned, panting, and sadly alone. 

Whispering to me as we turned and walked away – “He’s cute, but you know better. If anyone finds out about… well… we’re risking too much for distractions.” 

After our school’s basketball game, several guys from the team occupied the shower room—Darius, Rodrigo (known as Rod to his buddies, because he had an especially hefty cock), Martin (Marty), Juan, and Cruz. They always showered after each game, because cleaning up and applying deodorant made them smell good again. Senior High games sometimes got a little rough, but that never scared anyone. At this particular game, the team managed to come out on top, so they left the court elated. Juan scored the definitive two-point win with a shot only a few seconds before the game-ending buzzer sounded.

In the shower, a couple of guys had hard-ons while washing away the sweat. Juan’s long, upright tool looked especially excited. His black buddy Darius thought so too. He looked at it and grinned. Then he gave Juan’s ass a firm, congratulatory slap. When Juan turned around to face the slapper, Darius said nothing, but he smiled broadly. Juan reciprocated with a smile, but at the same time his eyes revealed something more—a unique bonding with Darius that none of the other guys fully comprehended or possessed. But some of them knew what it meant: mutual love.

Only one or two guys saw what happened next. Darius suddenly grabbed Juan’s cock with both
hands and squeezed.

Juan gasped. “Not here!”

Darius didn’t reply. Facing Juan, the exceptionally well-built guy spread his legs very widely, like a wrestler preparing to unleash a match-ending hold. He flexed his perfect ass, then jerked his hands up just once, forcing Juan’s cock to stretch upward as well. Juan moaned as the massive squeeze-and-pull put a dazed, dreamy expression in his eyes. Juan’s hands—rather than attempting to push Darius away—instead slammed against the tiled wall behind him. Darius kept his two-hand squeeze on the cock like a submission hold. Water streamed down on the chest of both guys as Juan’s defenses left him.

Knowing Juan could do nothing to end the squeeze, Darius made his buddy’s lithe but muscular body give him what he wanted—Juan’s body always did. Juan opened his mouth to yell, but he could only make a faint, gasping sound as his cock began pumping out loads of sperm. The creamy squirts flew straight up, striking both chests. Juan seemed unwilling or unable to stop it. The back of his head rested against the wall as Darius drained the naked stud of every precious drop of cum.

After a moment Darius released his grip and grinned at his buddy. “Got ya again!”

Juan grinned as well. “Tonight I’ll even the score!”

Juan stood there, unable to move as water washed over his body. When Darius started to walk out of the shower room, Juan turned his head to gaze at the guy’s beautiful ass. He loved having Darius as his special buddy. He always looked forward to getting naked with him.

Marty, having seen everything while showering, stood transfixed. He respected both players, but he mentally connected more with Darius. Marty had a powerful urge to dominate another guy, which Darius could do without even thinking about it. But Marty still needed to master that aspect of himself. As the days passed, the idea of him controlling a guy became increasingly important to Marty. It not only made him more determined, it also frequently made his dick hard. That even happened sometimes while he played basketball. It also happened whenever he saw two guys together—like the time he saw Cory on a public bridge, holding onto its railing, while Daniel stood behind him with his arms wrapped around Cory’s waist and his hands stuffed inside the front of the guy’s shorts.

Marty kept replaying that experience in his mind. When he walked onto the bridge near the two guys, he could have turned his head away, or could have walked around them. But he didn’t. He couldn’t resist stopping on the bridge to talk with them. And he couldn’t resist often staring at Daniel, who had his hands plunged into the front of Cory’s brief. It shocked Marty that Daniel didn’t apparently mind him watching. Daniel even seemed to like it.

Marty regretted finally walking away, because that experience—like seeing Darius and Juan in the shower—kept alluring him with increasing intensity. He began to jack off several times a day. He wished he had asked Daniel more questions while on that bridge. Marty wanted to find out everything he could about Daniel’s hidden grip. He wanted to know exactly how it could render a guy so powerless, and especially how it could make a guy lose his cum on demand.

In a word, Marty wanted to have that kind of control—the kind that Daniel and Darius both possessed. Darius took his buddy’s essence in a short time, maybe only to prepare Juan for what he would do to the guy later. On the other hand, Daniel maintained his grip on Cory in a public setting, even making the youth cum more than once with the hold. That fascinated Marty. Daniel had kept his grip on Cory, even as Marty slowly walked into the distance. Marty wondered how many more times Daniel drained the youth before releasing him.

Marty did get to ask that question a couple of weeks later, when he happened to meet Daniel in a local hardware store.

“Oh yeah,” began Daniel, remembering the incident. “The boy misbehaves a lot, and every time he does that, I punish him in some way—like on that bridge when you came along. I lost count of how many times I had to make him cum before he finally promised to do better!”

Marty half-smiled. “I envy you. I’d like a boy like him.”

“Spend some time looking for him. But first make sure you can control your own sexual excitement.”

“Yeah, but that’s hard for me.” Marty looked at Daniel’s tight-fitting jeans and crotch, proving his point. He had a difficult time not doing that.

Daniel could easily see Marty’s obsession. It reminded him of seeing Marty glancing at Daniel’s hands hidden inside Cory’s underwear when Marty came upon the two of them standing on the bridge.

“We need to talk sometime,” added Daniel.

They did talk—the next day at Daniel’s house. Daniel wore jeans again, like the day before, and Marty couldn’t help staring at Daniel’s fly once more.

Daniel smiled, knowing what Marty wanted to do with that fly. “I’ll let you open my jeans. But first you need some trainin’. You been with a guy yet?”

Marty answered “no” with his head.

“That’s what I thought.” Daniel paused. “Here’s what you’re gonna do: strip for me,” he ordered.

At first Marty balked. But then he complied with the order—stripping not just in front of Daniel, but in front of Cory as well. Cory watched Marty carefully as he lounged in a cushioned chair nearby, wearing only a white brief.

Daniel grinned when he saw Marty’s cock and ball sack. “What do you think, Cory?”

“His junk looks very big, sir. Very strong. I’d like to feel it, if you approve, sir.”

“He’s here for trainin’, not for fun.”

Marty’s balls hung stiff and high, not low. His cock stood tall, proud and ready—more than ready.

“Arms behind your back,” instructed Daniel. “Spread your legs—wide.”

Marty did so. His cock twitched, eagerly hoping to fire off its prize. Daniel clearly saw that anticipation. He also saw the tool leaking pre-cum. As soon as Daniel put his hand around the cock, a huge twinge of pleasure swept through it. Marty gasped as gobs of man-juice started squirting from the rod right away.

Daniel smiled as he watched the spectacular display of manhood. “Nice shootin’ dude. But you don’t wanna cum while your boy is feeling you. You need to practice on that. It may take some time.”

Marty nodded in agreement. So did Cory, rubbing the cock that now boldly bulged into the youth’s brief. After a short rest, Daniel and Marty began once more. Daniel grasped the tall rod and didn’t let go of it.

“I’m just gonna hold it for now. See how long you can last.”

Marty struggled. His cock instantly felt aroused again—way too powerfully. A shiver of pleasure coursed through his body. Another guy holding his cock seemed to overwhelm him. That feeling seemed infinitely better than holding it with his own hand. Marty really tried to hold back his thrill.

Daniel could feel the cock pounding in his hand. “Calm down, Marty. Learn to deal with the pleasure, not let it overtake you.”

Marty felt too good to do that. Delaying the orgasm only a few more seconds took all of his concentration and resolve. He looked at Cory. The youth didn’t speak but the bulge in his brief had become larger. No one could miss it. Marty wanted to throw himself onto Cory and grab that bulge. Marty’s mouth opened. He tried valiantly to hold back the plasure, but Cory’s eyes said, “Show me more of your sexy juice.”

Marty didn’t miss the young guy’s enthusiasm. Yet he also saw Daniel’s riveting stare, a look that told him to stand back from the fire within him. Marty tipped his head back. At the same time Daniel squeezed his rod tighter—or so it seemed to him.

Marty couldn’t wait another second. “I’m gonna cum!”

The orgasm launched furiously, ejecting many squirts straight up, in full view of both Daniel and of Cory.

To Marty it seemed like another failure, but Daniel didn’t think so. “You’re doin’ better.” Daniel let go of the cock, but within seconds saw it enthusiastically nodding at him, anxious for more action.

After a pause, he took hold of it once more. But this time he did something else: he pressed Marty’s balls into his other hand. Marty uttered a hushed cry of pleasure, revealing his weakness for any kind of ball work. But that made Daniel very happy, because when he wrestled always targeted his opponent’s balls. He wanted to find out their size and toughness, but he also wanted to get the win as soon as possible.

Now with his cock and ballsack securely gripped, Marty had to show his perseverance as well as keeping his sperm contained. Marty’s body froze as he tried to ignore Daniel’s ball grip. “No!” he whispered.

Daniel grinned, knowing that he had found Marty’s most vulnerable spot. He gradually squeezed the balls harder. Marty groaned as his pleasure escalated. He looked at Cory, who now had a hand planted inside his brief and eyes that smiled at him, hoping for more.

Marty looked again at Daniel’s determined face. Marty’s throttled balls and rod felt extremely sexy in Daniel’s hands. With each passing second that sensation became even more intense.

“I can make you cum whenever I want,” said Daniel. “I can do that with Cory too.” He waited a moment for Marty to digest that thought. “You have to learn how to fight your urges. Right now I’m “edgin’” you—keepin’ you on the border of cummin’ without takin you too far. You’ll figure out how to do that by experimentin’ on yourself—and with the boy in your future.”

Daniel tightened his hold on the balls, making Marty groan loudly in pleasure. “You have much bigger balls than most guys, and stiffer too. Your future partner’s gonna have lots of fun with ‘em. But remember: always control his cum before he controls yours. That’s what Doms are good at.”

Marty remembered that advice. It obsessed his brain for weeks. He definitely wanted to dominate another guy and knew he needed lots more practice until he reached that status.

Only after spending a lot of time dating one guy after another, did Marty at last reach his goal. He started to stand taller than before. He spoke slower. His voice seemed lower in pitch. He spread his legs wider when standing or sitting. He wore leather pants more often. He did look better that way, and the tight fit around his crotch and legs especially made him appear invincible, and as a result, more desirable to a certain kind of guy.

A lot of that came from Marty imitating Daniel’s behavior and appearance, intentionally or unintentionally. The two spent time together, doing many different things—eating, hiking, going to the gym, attending basketball games, watching wrestling on TV, even wrestling each other at times. Cory often accompanied them, but only with Daniel’s approval. Cory especially liked to watch Daniel and Marty wrestle—to see exactly what each would do to win.

He always looked forward to their naked matches and would try to predict which Dom would triumph over the other. Sometimes whoever got his body hopelessly twisted in an outrageous submission hold would have to give up. At other times, whoever ejaculated first became the obvious loser. As the lone spectator, young Cory became well known for releasing his own cum before either of the two Doms did—on some occasions doing that several times during a match. Following most fights, Cory would suck off the winner (or loser)—but of course first getting Daniel’s permission to do so.

One night Marty came to visit his idol and brought with him a new buddy. Jason easily impressed Daniel. Slightly younger and shorter than Marty, Jason had a slender build, a mostly shaved head and a vulnerable, cautious smile. Yet Daniel saw in the eyes of both guys a look of attraction. Cory saw it too. The four guys talked, drank beers and often kidded each other about various things. After a while, Daniel and Cory tossed their clothes to the side and relaxed wearing only jockstraps and socks.

Soon Marty and Jason did that too. Daniel started to give Cory a few wrestling lessons, in which Daniel liked making Cory submit. Seeing Daniel with his arms locked tightly around Cory quickly aroused Marty and Jason. Before long, Marty soon demonstrated his ability to totally dominate Jason. He did that often at home, but here he wanted to show Daniel his skills.

Almost immediately Marty got his hands inside Jason’s brief from behind—very similar to the way he had seen Daniel do that to Cory on the bridge. But this time, Marty made Jason cum within only a few seconds. Jason bent forward, unable to defend himself. Daniel and Cory saw cum saturating the youth’s brief, one strong blast at a time. Soon the fabric grew heavy with it.

Marty took advantage of the opportunity and pulled the soaked brief off of him. Now fully exposed, Jason’s nude body revealed some impressive muscles for his age. Although the youth’s nakedness left his body open to any criticisms, Daniel and Cory had none. They only had smiles of acceptance. Jason’s tall, jumpy cock confirmed their reactions. They loved watching it move impatiently.

Jason regained his strength quickly—or at least his cock did. His balls agreed, gladly flaunting their size and readiness. Marty knew that Daniel and Cory wanted to see more cum, so he obliged them. Standing directly behind Jason, Marty held him in place with one hand around the youth’s waist. He suddenly plunged his other hand into Jason’s crotch. The youth’s mouth opened with a gasp and a smile—he had felt Marty get him between his legs many times before. Nevertheless, he cringed when Marty put a devilish grip on his ball sack.

Although they couldn’t see the grip up close, Daniel and Cory did see the wrenching effect of it on Jason’s face. Marty always had a good time with this hold. The victim couldn’t pry himself loose or lessen its impact. Once Marty had made that capture, Jason had no choice but to let Marty do whatever he wished with him. First came hard, persistent squeezing. Then Marty added slow twisting to the squeeze. After that came what Jason feared most—pulling the sack backward, toward Marty. Jason grunted, not sure how long he could survive.

Making the youth cum using Marty’s brand of ball work took more time than cock-wrestling, as Marty called it. But when Jason did release his thick boy-cream, he pumped his long squirts at full force. On this particular night, Daniel and Cory had a close-up view, one that many guys would pay money to witness. Jason’s loud sighs filled the room during his long orgasm. His facial expression dramatically reflected the incredible pleasure he felt as each stream of cum shot out. Cory liked seeing Jason surrendering to those blasts, and becoming lost in the power of pleasure and of masculinity.

Yet Marty didn’t stop there. He put his arms around Jason from behind to keep him in place and abruptly shoved his long cock into Jason’s ass, demonstrating his ownership of the youth. At first Jason cried out as pain suddenly ripped into him. Then came the pleasure. Marty fucked Jason for a long time. Occasionally he had to stop in order to give his sperm a chance to settle down before resuming his ass-wrestling. But whenever he stopped, he kept nearly the full length of his rod well within his boy’s ass.

Jason took it like a pro, never flinching, never imploring Marty to stop. The two guys made their bond to each other very clear.

Daniel grinned at Cory. “This looks like their wedding night. Let’s make it ours, too.”

Daniel held Cory in a reverse bear hug and kissed the back of Cory’s neck. Cory groaned as his master’s long, wide cock slowly entered him. Daniel pushed Cory toward Jason. With the hands of both boys free, they tenderly embraced, each putting a hand around the other. At the same time each held the other’s stiff cock with his free hand.

“Yeah, get to know each other,” Daniel said to Cory and Jason. Then Daniel swapped his reverse bear hug for a squeeze on Cory’s balls, taking charge of each ball with a hand. Cory yelled as he felt his master’s strong fingers threatening to crush his gonads.

Marty smiled and gripped Jason’s balls in a similar way. “You taught me that one when I saw you getting Cory on that bridge. I’ll never forget that. It inspired me to become a master myself.”

“Yeah. I made his balls feel real good that day!” Daniel laughed in a sort of happy yet sinister way.

“Seeing that really got to me.” replied Marty. “At the time I didn’t know if I should I feel sorry for Cory or if I should congratulate you for making him submit! It sure was sexy to see!”

Daniel smiled. “That day I wanted you to hang around longer. I should have told you to do that. But I’m glad we both finally connected. Now you’re a different guy—still just as handsome but much stronger physically. You turned out well. I hope that you and I can be buddies…”

“Me too! Buddies always,” replied Marty.

Daniel smiled. “We should show our boys what ball rasslin’ really feels like!”

“Agreed,” said Marty. “Let’s find out whose nuts will crack first!”

Daniel began by securing each of his hands around one of Cory’s testicles while standing behind him. Marty did the same with Jason. Then Daniel suddenly squeezed his hands into Cory’s balls. Cory immediately grabbed Daniel’s lower arms, more from instinct than from a desire to seriously pull the hands off him. Marty followed right away with the same kind of squeeze on Jason’s balls.

But as Daniel peered over Cory’s shoulder, he cringed when he saw Marty uncork a terrific amount of pressure on Jason’s balls. It even made indomitable Daniel feel sympathy for the guy. Jason screamed in a crotch-low voice, yet the look his eyes expressed much more. Yes, Jason had privately had ball fights with Marty several times before, so the youth thought he knew what to expect. But during those fights, each of Marty’s attacks on Jason’s balls didn’t last very long. This time, the scenario had changed. For one thing, Jason found his balls locked in Marty’s grip for a frighteningly long period of time—one that seemed endless to him. In another sense, he felt caught in a contest between two masters, each wanting to show off his boy as the toughest.

Despite that tension, Jason surprised everyone by not giving up. He did that with yells of defiance that confirmed his toughness—or his stupidity. After all, how many guys would consent to having their balls wrestled by a body-builder/bondage master?

As it turned out, Cory behaved the same way Jason did. As Daniel’s fangs dug into his victim’s masculinity, Cory tried to think of it as a typical punishment from Daniel—maybe after some behavior that Daniel had banned. Or, maybe he thought of it as a lusty reward for his sexual companionship with Daniel. His cries echoed those of Jason’s—and like Jason, he refused to submit to Daniel’s ball-numbing squeeze.

At that point, Marty slowly started to pull down on Jason’s testicles with both hands. That concerned Jason because his full sack liked to hug the bottom of his rod. The gradual pull-down shocked the kid. His mouth dropped open. How far would Marty go? How far could he go to bring about an injury?

While Marty kept at work stretching Jason’s sack, Daniel did his own form of ball wrestling. He started to individually move Cory’s testicles in opposite directions. He did that so gradually that at first Cory didn’t realize it. But when he grasped Daniel’s intention, the youth became frozen in fear as he felt the distance widening between his testicles.

Cory also frequently glanced at Jason’s own submission struggle right in front of him. Marty kept pulling the youth’s balls lower and lower. Jason finally opened his mouth to shout in the lowest pitch he could manage. He started to yell, “I… can’t take this anymore,” but only the first word came out.

Seconds later, Cory urgently tapped out on Daniel’s arm. His master’s ball-spreading hold had reached his toleration limit. Maybe no harm to his balls took place, but Cory didn’t want to risk it. Cory and Jason both seemed relieved when their masters ended the scary holds they had put on the boys.

Daniel and Marty grinned. They had put Cory and Jason through a major test that few other males would ever agree to experience. One big surprise emerged: the two boys seemed very closely matched in their resolve and the dedication to their masters. Later both youths realized that as well. But on the night of the test, Jason collapsed on top of Cory, who had first fallen to the floor. The legs and arms of both soon became hopelessly (or intentionally) entwined.

The two masters still wore only white, skimpy briefs, unlike their naked boys. Under the brief of each guy stood a tall cock and a conspicuous, well-packed set of balls.

Daniel offered a proposition. “Since my boy lost our little contest, I’ll let you in on a secret hold of mine—the one I used on Cory while on that bridge.

Marty grinned. “Yeah, I always wondered what you were doing to Cory under his brief.”

“It’s time I showed you.”

Daniel approached Marty and slowly slid both of his hands under the front of the guy’s brief. Daniel’s fingers reached the bottom of the brief and fastened themselves loosely around Marty’s firm sack. His balls seemed ready for a big squeeze, but that’s not what Daniel had in mind.

Marty felt Daniel’s fingers start to fondle his large ball sack. It felt very good—too good. Marty feared that he could succumb to the movement of the fingers if Daniel prolonged it. Did Daniel eventually drain Cory that way while they stood on the bridge? Every passing minute brought Marty closer to losing what he valued most—his control. Had Marty really learned how to restrain his urges? Or did Daniel only want a chance to check out Marty’s balls?

Daniel’s ten fingers moved only slightly as they held the balls. Daniel wanted to make sure he held them correctly before he made his move. He carefully lifted the middle finger of his right hand away from the other fingers, then abruptly drove the end of it into the stiff bottom of Marty’s cock—right between the guy’s balls. That brought a decisive surge of pleasure deep into Marty, one so massive that he couldn’t ignore it. A couple of seconds later Marty’s cock erupted.

During his orgasm Marty felt unable to move his arms or legs. He had fallen for Daniel’s trap. Jason turned his head to see cum blasting into his master’s brief. Marty groaned ecstatically as it soaked into the cotton fabric. Jason saw some of the thick liquid push through it and slowly fall down its front.

Anyone else might have pulled his hands out of the brief at that point. But Daniel kept his hands steadfastly around Marty’s hot, bulging nads—as if he had more to do with them, which he did.

Daniel waited. then he pushed his finger between the testicles again and against the ultra-sensitive bottom of Marty’s hard cock. Marty’s jaw dropped as his cock let loose once more.

Marty spoke haltingly. “How many times… how many times you gonna get me with that move?”

“As many as I like!”

Daniel shoved his finger against the spot for the third time. Sperm shot out as profusely as before. Marty groaned, feeling the stabs of pleasure depleting his energy.

“You made your point, man!” gasped Marty.

Daniel smiled. “I figured if the hold worked on you…” He paused, then whispered in Marty’s ear, “…it would work on Jason too.”

Marty grinned, realizing what Daniel implied, and wanted to see. Marty said nothing to Jason, but moved to face the youth. He abruptly grabbed the guy’s naked ball sack with both hands. The attack caught Jason by surprise. His mouth flew open. Cory moved alongside him and affectionately put an arm on the youth’s shoulder.

“I think the boys like each other,” remarked Daniel.

Daniel smiled. “True.” He added, “And each also found a great dad.”

Daniel and Marty looked at each other and liked what they saw. Then Marty suddenly drove his middle finger up and between Jason’s balls. Jason blurted out a cry of extreme pleasure. The three guys watched as the kid’s cock immediately stood tall and began to release numerous squirts of male delight.

Marty seemed very happy about that. Daniel gently pulled Cory away from Jason and embraced his boy. At the same time, Marty continued gripping Jason’s balls as the chests of both males pressed together like a kiss. Weakened by his outpouring of cum, Jason dropped his chin onto Marty’s shoulder. Jason’s dreamy eyes centered their attention on Daniel and Cory as they affectionately held each other nearby.

Jason’s breathing had become much faster and deeper. He groaned with every spurt of semen as it fired out. In time, his cock ran out of cum. But the upright, stiff rod nevertheless kept bucking in excitedly as it pressed into his master’s ripped gut.

Jason’s balls seemed to hug Marty’s determined fingers, which remained embedded in the boy’s tight sack skin. For both guys, those fingers seemed to belong there. As a result, Marty didn’t remove them. He loved controlling Jason that way. Pressing his fingers into another guy’s sack became his ultimate way to get what he wanted from the guy—every time.

For Jason, feeling the warmth and comfort of Marty’s fingers on any part of his body felt reassuring to the kid. Having those athletic fingers wrapped around his balls seemed proper to him. If they reached into the center of his manhood and stayed there, that seemed proper too.

Actually it went beyond that: Jason hungered for another guy to take control of his body, particularly his balls, cock and ass. He accompanied his groaning by clutching Marty’s arms—not out of fear or pain, but to make sure the fingers stayed there securely.

Then it happened. Both of Marty’s middle fingers zeroed in on their target. Without warning Marty drove the two fingertips into the base of Jason’s rod with an unbridled power—like long needles determined to stimulate the sperm poised within it. Jason cried out as he felt a stinging pleasure grip his balls and cock. Every muscle in his body stiffened. He couldn’t move or talk. And yet, both guys felt the result—hot gobs of cum splashing onto their guts and stomachs.

Jason started to sink lower as he spurted his man-juice, relinquishing to Marty both his cum and his energy. But Marty tightened his two-handed ball grip, ensuring that Jason didn’t collapse outright.

“You’re gonna give me every drop!” demanded Marty.

Cory saw Marty squeeze out everything that Jason had produced.

“Good one!” said Daniel.

Marty smiled. “Thanks to you!” But he had more planned for Jason’s big balls and for his cock. He would shove his cock into the youth’s ass and show the others what a prolonged fuck looks like. After all, he had a perfect audience for that. And when Marty finally finished with Jason, a big smile would emerge on the boy’s face. Everyone would watch his cock jump for an hour afterward, including Jason.

On another trip to DC I went to a club below the Theater. It was small and had strippers. I got there at 7 and they open at 7. The bartended and the door man were at the podium. They told me they didn’t open until 8. I showed them the sign and they laughed and said it was old. I stood and talked with them in the doorway, and I asked them about their jobs. They said they worked other jobs but worked here for tips. They said they hooked up with cute guys often. I told them I was cute and they laughed. I said WELL. And they told me they were joking. The guys were shirtless and had great muscles. I told the doorman he had beautiful nipples and he told me I should see them hard. I said I would like to and he pointed to his brown nub. I bent down and started chewing on his nipple. He reached down and was playing with my rising dick. He said nice package there. I told him I was uncut too. He said bull shit. I pulled my half hard uncut dick out and he said not here, not here. The door was open and I exposed my dick to the street. OOPS! The bar tender let me inside the bar and grabbed me and kissed me. He was a great kisser too. I am glad I don’t have any fillings since he would have sucked them right out. I Was fully hard by now and he was jacking my dick through my khaki pants. There was a wet spot by my pocket.

We were jacking each other through our pants and kissing when opening time arrived. He left and went to the bar. I went over and ordered a drink. I had a lot of ones, and was ready for the boys. The first guy walked in nude and hard. He got up on the bar and walked over to me. He squatted and asked my name. I told him and he told me his. He was a big muscular blond guy. He was the first guy I saw totally nude in the crotch. I asked him why he shaved, and he said he waxed for work. He also said he didn’t like hair on a dick. He had light chest hair and arm hair but no bush. He turned and showed me his pink asshole. No hair just a bright hot pink hole. He turned and I gave him a 5 and he kissed me. I reached for his dick and he said stop. I said sorry, I thought it was ok in DC. He said they could lose their liquor license if they got caught letting customers touch the dancers. He said the theater got away with it since they didn’t have liquor.

Another dancer got up on the stage and grabbed the guys ass as he walked by. He pulled the blond guys ass into his hard dick. He was sliding up the ass between the cheeks and poking up the back. The blond turned around and squatted and took the new dancer’s dick down his throat. These two young hot guys were all but fucking right on the stage. I was so excited watching then get it on, my dick shot straight down my leg. I was sitting on a bar stool and my dick was bulging for everyone around me. The guy next to me said nice package. I said what. And he pointed to my erection. I said I was enjoying the show and he said he could see. He offered to buy me a drink and I said I wasn’t quite done. He asked me if I wanted to get a table. The tables were in the dark and back of the bar. I said what and he grabbed my thigh pressing his fingers along my erection. I said ok and he ordered fresh drinks and we went to an empty table. He set the drinks in front of us and scooted up against me. I felt him unfasten my pants and reach his hand into my pants. He started jacking my dick inside my pants. He tried to pull it out, but it wouldn’t escape the tight fabric I told him just a moment and lowered my pants enough to let my dick flop out. It slapped my stomach with a loud flap. He said uncut and smiled. He then disappeared under the table. He was gone and then I saw his dark head between my legs. He was underneath the table blowing me. I was nervous and couldn’t cum. I was trying and he was working like an expert. I just wouldn’t blow. His fingers, mouth and tongue were pressing poking licking and kissing all my exposed body below the waist.

He finally gave up after about 30 minutes. I apologized and he said don’t worry he had never been able to blow anyone that long. It was fun. I offered to help his hardon and he said he was waiting until later. We finished our drinks and I sat there with a hard dick and pants at my knees. He said he had to go and got up I started to pull up my pants and I felt a hand under the table stop me. I looked and couldn’t see who was under the table.

The hand started playing with my dick and I felt it slip into a mouth under the table. I was so hard the pulling down of my dick hurt. Not a lot but hurt. My dick was only getting harder and harder under the table. I felt a tongue licking under the glans as the hand jacked my foreskin up over the tongue. I wanted to see the action but was enjoying the feeling. I just sat there. I was worried my wallet and room key were in my pocket, but I was getting the blow of my life. The hand started jacking harder and I was stiffening. My body was wanting release, but the dick wasn’t shooting. I tried faking an orgasm, but didn’t fool this unknown cocksucker. I felt a finger enter into my ass and start pressing my prostate. This was it. I was finally going to get a release. He was sucking down on my dick and flicking my prostate. I finally got my release. My dick started shooting and I felt pulse after pulse leave my dick. I shot so much cum it dribbled out of this man’s mouth and I could feel it coating my balls and wetting my pubes. I was still hard when the hand released my dick. I had to get a little soft to get back in my pants. It took about two minutes to get decent and head to the bathroom. I went to the sink and dropped my pants and got paper towels and was wiping scum off my privates. I heard the toilet flush and thought what the hell. I wetted a paper towel and was pulling cum out of my pubes when I saw the doorman come out of the stall. He walked over to the sink and smiled at me. I said hey and he washed his hands and said he had to get back to work. I told him he had something on his chin and saw it was some white substance drying on his stubble.

I think I figured out who the second guy was under the table.

[30 May 1972]. Back to school today, and the great thing about that was there was only two and a half weeks left of high school and then four years before I go to college [so I could save for it and take some downtime before enrolling.]

So, I woke up at 6:00 am, an hour ahead of the alarm, and decided to get out of bed rather than stay in. I reached down and fondled my balls and my stiff cock. I debated jerking off but decided not to.

Instead, I threw on a short robe, leaving it open, and went downstairs to get coffee brewing.

And I stopped in the kitchen doorway .

Coffee was brewed and Uncle Mitch was awake and dressed for work.

And Mr. Drake and Dave Evans were also at the table.

And lastly, both Uncle Mitch and Mr. Evans had a suitcase beside him.

Uncle Mitch smiled at me and told me “We’ve got an emergency in the Chicago office.” He looked toward Mr. Drake.

And Mr. Drake sipped his coffee, looked me over, and elaborated. “We’ve had to release three people suddenly, so I have to send Mitch and Dave out to oversee hiring and training. We’re talking top of the food chain in that office. They should be back Thursday, the 8th.”

I poured coffee and leaned on the counter and sipped it. “Do you want me to stay with Mr. Collier and keep an eye on our–?”

Uncle Mitch shook his head and smiled. “No, no need. Mr. Drake’s going to stay here til we return”.

I swallowed coffee. “Sounds great. I’ll get a shower then make breakfast.”

Mr. Drake smirked, “I’ll make it. Give you a taste of my cooking. That’s fair warning, not a brag.’

I shook Mr. Jenkins’ hand and hugged Uncle Mitch and went up to shower. I heard, as I rounded the corner, Mr. Drake saying ” Keep the dinners and clubs to the top three or four executive candidates. And gay is a preference. Don’t ask, but if you suspect, put them on the dinner list.”

After I showered, shaved and etcetera and dressed for school we had breakfast and went over my schedule for the week.

I had work at the studio tonight and Thursday and drinks after; the meeting with Mr C, Mr. Zimmermann and four of his associates Wednesday night and of course the Cockpit Friday after school with Mr. Drake.

I cleared the dishes and Mr. Drake offered a ride home after school. I accepted; it would give me fresh up and change clothes time for Mr Collier.

HIGH SCHOOL GYM: Mr. Gull

School was uneventful until gym, the last subject today. Mr. Gull called me into his office [“TAYLOR, my office, NOW!”] while I was showering.

I dried off quickly and headed back, still damp, wrapping my towel around me as I went.

I entered and started to say Mr. Drake was waiting, but Mr. Gull told me to “Lock the door and put your towel on the coat rack.”

He watched me take off my towel. “I never get tired of seeing you naked. This’ll only take a minute.” He walked over and fondled my ass, “You got plans tomorrow?”

I told him I did but could do Thursday or Saturday.

He patted my ass, “Thursday’s good; 7:00 pm. Ten guys, maybe 14; I’m still waiting on some. You’ll get $50 an hour plus tips as entertainment. You and one other kid. Yes or no.”

I said yes and I’d clear it with Mr. C later.

He patted my ass. “Good. Get dressed and go.”

DRIVING HOME and HOME: Mr. Drake

Mr Drake was in the parking lot talking to one of the quarterbacks I knew, Daniel Lee.

Mr. Drake smiled at me and asked if I was ready to go. I told him Mr Gull called me in. Danny smiled without humor. “Join the club.” we shook hands and said our “Laters”.

When Mr. Drake and I were a couple blocks from the high school he put his right hand on my thigh and fondled my thigh, cock and balls. He glanced at me, looked back at the road. “Spread your legs. When do you have to be at work?”

I told him six, and that Mr. Collier would pick me up at five thirty, then I spread out.

He patted my leg, “Okay , and you’re back around midnight.”

“Between twelve and two, Mr. Drake.”

He nodded. “Okay, great.”

He didn’t say anything more about it but kept his hand on my leg.

When we got home, at a few minutes past four, I was pleasantly surprised to find he had straightened up the living room and kitchen. He got drinks and we sat on the living room sofa.

He told me to take off my jeans.

I took a large swallow of my vodka tonic and kicked my shoes off, then peeled my jeans off and sat beside him.

He put his hand on my thigh, “How…adventurous are you?” I was not into pain or drugs any stronger than grass or alcohol. He smirked, “Water sports?”

He had to explain that, and when he did, I shook my head “No, no water sports.”

He smiled, “Great. I was joking about the water sports. ” He fondled my cock and balls through my briefs. “So, it’s for a leather party, a costume party. I want to stress that it isn’t a dom/sub thing.

“Picture yourself in a mask, long gloves, leather jockstrap, knee high boots and dog collar. We’ll discuss it Sunday.”

My cock had gone hard as he described the outfit.

Mr. Drake fondled my balls and pulled my briefs aside and exposed my cock. “Yeah, keep thinking about it. Now go do your thing. I’ll be in the study if you need me.”

I was ready at 5:15 when the doorbell rang followed by Mr. Drake’s “I’ll get it!”

He and Mr. Collier greeted each other and went into the living room.

MR. COLLIER’S STUDIO: Mr. Collier, Mr Saito and Mr. Ted Anderson

I came down five minutes later, and Mr. C and I left for the studio.

Soho was there when we arrived and he was more attractive than his photo promised [he was 19 and looked a bit younger, 5’5″ tall, a slim 155 pounds with a runner’s build. He resembled a young Michael Caine, clean shaved but with bigger lips and platinum blonde, collar-length, hair. Apart from his pubic hair, which was neatly trimmed, his entire body was shaved. And he was nicely hung with 8.5 inches.].

He and I talked Hammer movies until Mr C came over, at 6:15, to show me the cabinets that held bondage and discipline equipment. These were accessible by Mr. Collier only until he could familiarize me with them. “The people who know how to use it will usually bring their own.”

We returned to the front just a moment before Mr Anderson and Natsuo Saito arrived.

Soho had already showered, so I took Saito-san to the restroom and waited for him. When he turned the shower off, I made a Jack Daniels rocks and delivered it.

I took him up front and watched them setup, handcuffing Soho’s hands in front of him and putting a white dog collar around his neck.

Mr. C had a whispered conversation with Mr Anderson, then called me over. “Take Mr. Anderson back, get him a drink and take him on a tour of the sets.” He whispered to me to “Have one yourself if you want and take it from their “.

I led Mr. Anderson back to the sofa and got drinks [gin tonic for him and a Black Russian for me].

He put his arm around my shoulders. “Ah! I nearly forgot. Strip…to your briefs. “

When I’d stripped, he put his arm around my waist, and we started the tour.

The changes to this suite were not outwardly dramatic. The bedroom and living rooms were expanded with three color combos for the bedroom and six couch covers for the living room. In the other suite a couple sets were in progress: a castle tower and a lab / hospital room.

We returned to the main suite, where the shoot was still going, and Mr. Anderson told me to top our drinks. While I did that , he lowered his slacks and briefs to his ankles and massaged his 7.5″cock to full erection.

I returned and gave him his drink and swallowed a third of mine, then put it on the end table.

Mr. Anderson took a swallow and said “Very good. Now get on your knees and suck my cock “.

I spread his legs as I knelt, then leaned forward and licked his balls, sucked them briefly and moved on to lick his cock.

He pulled my head up, gently, and told me again to “suck it”. I opened my mouth and let him guide me down to take his cock, licking and sucking it as it entered me. I sucked him for a few minutes, bobbing up and down, sexually charged by the feel of his rigid shaft filling my mouth, of his firm hand on my head, before he let me go and told me to stand up.

I thought he was going to fuck me, so I nearly offered to get lube. But I thought better of it, letting him retain control.

He yanked my briefs midway down my thighs, stood up and pressed our hard cocks together and slowly massaged them. He forced his tongue between my lips, then into my mouth and kissed me roughly. He gripped my hair with his free hand and tongue-fucked my mouth for a little longer then let go of our cocks and broke the kiss. He pushed me down to my knees and said, “Now finish it, baby.”

I opened my mouth, and he pushed his cock into me again. He placed a hand on my head, “Good boy…just like that….hot little cockslut”. He started fucking my mouth slowly and I stopped moving but kept licking and sucking him.

“Yeah, that feels good, you hot little cocksucker”. I moaned around his pumping shaft. He put both his hands on my head and pumped deeper, blocking my throat frequently.

Saliva ran down my chin. He fucked my mouth faster. A long drip of drool hit my dick and it jerked a couple times. I took hold of his forearms. Between the sound of a sloppy blowjob and the feel of his cock filling my mouth and his hands holding my head firm, if anyone had touched my dick, I’m sure I would have blown a huge load.

Mr. Anderson let out a load “AH! ” and stopped moving, his cock blocking my throat and suddenly withdrew as he shot a huge load into my mouth and onto my face. He jerked off the rest onto my face and chest and at last let go of my head.

Someone applauded and I looked over to say Mr. Collier smiling. “Nice! Go get a quick shower then come up front, briefs only. “

I did, and Soho took Saito-san to the shower, and I turned to Mr. C. He smiled and patted my hip. “When one of my boys is in a shoot I usually have him take care of the exit shower.”

That was a relief. I’d worried that I’d done something wrong. I told him, and he smiled and said, “From what we heard over here you were doing everything right. “

Mr. Anderson came over from the restroom and agreed that I’d done well.

The rest of the evening was pretty slow, and at 8:30 we locked up and drove to 9 Balls, arriving around 9:20.

9 BALLS BAR: Mr Collier, Roger Coleman, Richard “Mars” Preacher

Mr. C went to the pool table and I got drinks for us and joined him. We were just starting a second game when Roger Coleman came over with a light-skinned, African American, 5’4″, a little overweight and in his late 40s [though he could have passed for 30] with short black hair. [He had, I found out later, an eight-inch cock and big balls].

He looked familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I’d seen him or what his name was.

Until Mr Collier greeted them and asked if I’d met Mars yet. We’d met at the XXX theatre Mr. Weiss had taken me to. [The XXX Theatre]. He was one of the men I’d sucked off and the one who had shot a huge load all over my face.

We paired up, Mr. C and Mars vs. Roger and me , for one more round of pool and of drinks. Then Roger suggested we reconvene at his home and we agreed.

Roger and Mars took Roger’s car and Mr. Collier. and I took Mr. C’s. First, though, Mr. C told me to strip to my briefs and deck shoes before getting into the car. I did, quickly, dreading the arrival of a cop. That never happened.

ROGER COLEMAN’S HOME: Roger Coleman, Richard “Mars ” preacher. Mr. Collier Anderson

Roger had parked in the driveway and left the garage door opened for us. Mr. Collier got out and pulled the door down, then we went into the kitchen. He gave me drink orders and went to the living room.

The living room was spacious with a big sofa, a recliner and an armchair, all black leather, a pine coffee table and a 16mm projector on a china cabinet. It was on and playing gay porn loops. Mr. C was on the recliner, wearing his opened shirt and briefs. Roger, stripped to his jockstrap and Mars, naked, were on the sofa.

When I brought the drinks, Roger leaned toward Mars, “So, did I tell you”? Mars massaged his semi-hard cock and smiled. “Yeah, that is some damn pretty white boy”. I put my Black Russian on the coffee table, then served Mr. C’s gin tonic, Roger’s vodka tonic and Mars’s double scotch rocks.

Mars grabbed my arm and licked his lips, “Put your tray down.” He moved forward , grabbed my Black Russian and gave it to me . I put the tray on the coffee table.

He sipped his drink. “Turn around, ” He pointed down and made a circle motion, “Slow and sexy. And don’t spill “.

I turned, slow and teasing. and Mars said “stop ” when I was back to him. “oh my. That is some fine ass.” he squeezed my ass cheeks, then pulled my briefs down a little. He reached between my legs, fondled my cock and balls for a moment, then withdrew and told me “Turn around face me “.

I turned to face him, and he groped my cock and balls then pointed to my drink, “Think you can throw that back? ” I’d done that with a half glass a few times but not with a full one, but I thought I could do it and said as much. He smiled. “Then do it. “

I chugged the drink and nodded pertly, and knew I was tipsy. He asked me if I could do another. I nodded three times and said “Sure ” and smiled.

Mars stood and got around in front of me, took my hand and led me to the large area in front of the coffee table. He looked at Mr. Collier “He ain’t driving, is he?”

Mr. C stood, “No, I’m driving. Who else wants a refill? ” Roger asked for one. Mr. C took the tray and went into the kitchen.

Mars ran his hands down my sides to my hips, pushed my briefs down a little more, then ran his hands back up, pinched and twisted my nipples, and grasped my shoulders. He pushed me to my knees and patted my cheek with his 8″ cock. I grabbed it and licked it sloppily.

Mr. C brought the two drinks in, gave Roger his and gave Mars mine.

I took his cock into my mouth and sucked it, bobbing my head to and fro, licking it side to side. I played it for a couple of minutes, then went to take it out, but he put his hand behind my head, blocking me.

He pushed forward, gagging me. Saliva filled my mouth and he eased back a little.

And did it again. This time he pushed it further, his cock head prodding my throat. Saliva ran down my chin.

He withdrew, his cock slick with my drool, and put my drink on the coffee table. He lubed my asshole, stretched it, then squeezed my ass cheeks and stage-whispered “Drink up, then get on your hands and knees, bitch.”

I chugged my drink and had barely got, drunk and smiling, to hands and knees when he slapped my ass, then shoved half his saliva-slicked cock into me, waited a few seconds, and started fucking me.

Roger went over and whispered to Mr collier and they went into the kitchen.

Maybe ten minutes later Mars pulled his cock out, spread my ass cheeks and spit on my hole, thrust his cock into me and fucked me faster.

Mars slowed, ran his hands up my back and grasped my shoulders. “Mm yeah, you fucking hot little slut. ” He pushed my shoulders down and sped up, shortening his strokes.

And a few minutes later he grunted and thrust his cock in deep and shot a huge load into me. He withdrew and shot a thick streak of cum across my ass, followed by two small shots.

Mars patted my hip, straightened up and went to clean up.

I went to the kitchen with my empty glass and was wiping the cum off my ass, when Mr C came in from the garage. He told me to see him when I came into the living room and went in.

I refilled my drink [Mars’s ass-pounding fuck had sobered me a bit] and went into the living room. Mr., sitting beside Roger, waved me over to the sofa. I went over and faced him. I was a bit surprised, because he usually went last.

He touched the back of my knee very lightly and ran his fingers delicately up my leg to my ass, then asked “Poppers or pot?”

I said “Poppers ” and Mr. C smiled and turned to Roger and told him “I’ll collect Sunday “.

Roger got a bottle of RUSH out of a coffee table drawer and brought it to me, then led me to the area in front of the coffee table.

He gave me my drink and I took a swallow and put it down. I was mildly drunk and very horny . When I straightened up, I brushed my hand against Roger’s jockstrap cup , smiled and whispered “Oops “.

Roger uncapped the RUSH and held it under my nose. He closed my left nostril and told me “Breath deep”, then repeated the act, closing my right nostril.

And my ‘horny meter’ went from very horny to wild and wanton.

He tried to kiss me, and I resisted, so he pinched my nose closed. Under a minute later I opened my mouth and he kissed me, thrusting his tongue into me, and released my nose.

He probed me, pressing his tongue against mine. I sucked it for a minute , then he withdrew it and licked my lips, then my jaw. He got his jock down, put my hand on his 5.5″ cock and sucked on my earlobe. He gave me the poppers again. I took two solid hits and put the bottle on the coffee table and jerked his cock slowly. He gave me another sloppy kiss and slapped my ass, then told me to “Turn around here, baby. “

I noticed Mr Collier and Mars on the sofa, talking softly. Mars was nodding and smiling.

I turned around and Roger lubed my asshole. He licked my spine, and I felt a shiver of delight. I took another swallow of my Black Russian while he lubricated his cock, the sound of it making me crazy horny.

He made me wait a few seconds, then he grabbed my left shoulder and shoved his cock up my ass and started fucking me hard. I moaned when he entered me, and a little precum dribbled out of my cock.

Roger fucked me for about five minutes, then withdrew and told me to “Lay down, belly down “.

Mars stood up and watched Roger spread my legs, lay on top of me, thrust his cock into my hole and continue fucking my ass. He smiled and applauded. “Yeah, Roger my man, fuck that bitchboy hard“!

Roger suddenly withdrew and caressed my ass. “Elbows and knees!” He helped me and went back to fucking me hard and fast.

Mars came closer, knelt and massaged his limp cock, “Hey baby, you want more of this pleasure stick? “

Roger shortened his thrusts and spread my ass cheeks.

Mars whispered, “Just tell Jeff I’m taking you home tonight. I’ll fuck you all night; call a few bro’s, we’ll keep you going right through tomorrow night, hm?”

Roger pumped a small load into my hole, “ahh fuck yeah! ” Then another, larger load, “sweet fucking slut!” He withdrew, patted my ass and stood up, “Mm…you’re the heat, baby”, and went to clean up.

Mars ran his cock across my lips. “Whatcha say, babe?”

I said I couldn’t, and he nodded, “Okay , I’ll see you again. ” He sat beside Mr. C and they talked softly.

I cleaned up and dressed and when I returned, Mr. C was saying good night to Roger and Mars. He told Mars they’d talk in mid-June and we left.

DRIVING HOME Mr Collier

I told Mr. Collier about Mars’s proposition on the drive home and he said he’d take care of it. About ten minutes later he pulled up into his driveway opened his slacks and exposed his 6.5″ cock.

He pushed the bench seat back and pulled me down for “a quickie blowjob “

While I gave him a good, sloppy blowjob, he reminded me about tomorrow’s meeting and how important it was to both me and him. He would pick me up after school and take me shopping.

I managed a muffled “mmhm” and his cock pulsed in my mouth .

He put his hand on my head, lightly. “we’ll look over your schedule next week. I’ve got some guys who’ve been asking about meeting you. “

He suddenly gripped my head firmly with both hands and started pumping my mouth. I kept licking his cock while he fucked my mouth. A few minutes later he grunted and shot a good-sized load into my mouth and throat. He followed that with a few spurts. He released me and withdrew as I straightened up, patted my thigh and kept hold of it. “you’re hot, Val-baby.”

He started the car, pulled out and we chatted as he drove me home.

HOME: Mr. Drake

It was a little past 1:00 when I came in and locked up. The projector was on in the living room, only it and a lamp providing illumination.

I went to the door and said hello to Mr. Drake , who was wearing a short bathrobe, watching a ‘boy in prison’ gay hard-core.

He held an empty glass up. “You up for a nightcap? “

I said yes and was about to offer to get them, but he stood and said he’d do it.

I went to the sofa and waited for Mr. Drake to return. The “fish” in the film, hand and ankle cuffed and wearing his prisoner grays, was blowing the warden while two guards watched. My cock was erect and straining against my jeans.

Mr drake came in with our drinks and without his robe, his 9″ cock ready for action. He gave me mine and smiled, “let’s make it simple: To sex.”

We drank and he put our drinks on an end table beside a jar of lube. He stepped closer, opened my jeans and yanked them down to my knees.

He put his hands on top of my head and pushed, and I knelt and licked his cock a little, then began sucking it. We both knew this was going to be a quickie.

I took my time nonetheless, sucking, licking and stroking his cock [stroking only to prevent him from gagging me; I’d had enough of that tonight].

After a little over 5 minutes Mr. drake withdrew and helped me get on hands and knees and able to see the projector screen.

He yanked my briefs down and slapped my ass. Then he lubed my ass and, lightly, his cock.

In the film the prisoner was still in the warden’s office being spitroasted by the two guards.

Mr drake eased his cock into my fuckhole and started screwing me.

I opened my mouth and said, softly, “yes…good! ” as his 9″ cock filled me, partially withdrew then filled me again.

On the projector screen the guards, now dressed, were holding the prisoner over the desk as the warden fucked him.

Mr. drake pushed my shoulders down to the floor and sped up and shortened his thrusts. He gripped my hips and slowed a little. “Ahh you hot little bitchboy…fucking sweet…ah yeah!”

I opened my mouth and let the ahs and mms and the half-words, that I usually kept in , let them flow.

And Mr. drake shot a huge load into my ass and kept fucking me in slow and leisurely strokes, still cumming in short bursts. A couple minutes later he withdrew, got up and put on his bathrobe. I stripped to my briefs and pulled them up.

We finished our drinks and I said goodnight and carried my clothes upstairs, took a hot shower and crashed.

Big day tomorrow.

Val 😁

I grew up in a small town and Paul and I weren’t the best of friends, but friendly enough.

We literally started kindergarten together and graduated grade 12 together, and in the entire class I don’t think there was even much change except for two of the girls who got pregnant and weren’t allowed to graduate (gotta love small conservative farming towns).

When I left high school though, I didn’t really keep in touch with many of my classmates, many of whom stayed in town, married their high school sweetheart and had a dozen children. I went off to University and by the time I was 21 I was already living abroad and travelling the world for work so just never kept in touch.

But over the years I did start to reconnect and mostly through LinkedIn because I don’t use FB or others, and randomly out of the blue I got a note from a name I kind of recognized but had to follow the link to the profile. 

Sure enough it was Paul and he now lived in Bangkok.

Honestly, when I thought about him from high school days I remembered him being more of a stoner, or a goth and into things like Dungeons and Dragons, which is to say, I was intrigued how he ended up in Bangkok.

So I accepted the invitation and we began to converse back and forth catching up. 

His parents had passed away a long time ago, most of the remnant family had moved away from town so he also had not been back in a very long time. And he and his wife who was Thai enjoyed the life in Bangkok. He worked for a bank or something as an actuary.

As it happens because I travel for work all the time, Bangkok is not a usual destination for my line of work but on occasion I use it as a springboard to transit into another nearby place.

When I had last spoke to Paul he had thrown out the obligatory “If you’re ever in Bangkok, look me up,” and as I was heading that way I reached out and said I’d have a night in town, maybe could grab a drink.

It actually turned out to be a very pleasant night and I thought to myself it was a shame that he and I hadn’t kept in touch after high school because I found him quite interesting.

Much like myself he had wanted to get away as fast as he could from our hometown and had taken off to Asia backpacking, exploring, going to an English Language university in Korea and then settling in Thailand after working around with one of the large regional banks.

I was a bit jet lagged and through force of habit, have always stayed at the Mandarin Oriental so suggested we just meet there and have dinner.

This suited him fine and he teased me about “business being good” because in 15 years he had never set foot in the Mandarin as it was a “bit posh” for him.

But anyway, we had a great seafood meal and the went to the bar for a cocktail and just sat around laughing about how silly we were in school and who we kept in touch, and most fun, who we had crushes on. I confessed to being gay and the guys that I thought were hot. 

He didn’t seem bothered that I didn’t mention but come on, who wouldn’t have a thing for the hockey jocks versus the goth stoner?

As we nursed a couple of drinks my phone went off and it was a text from the airline announcing that my onward flight for tomorrow was cancelled due to some unrest at the destination and unlikely to resume until Monday at the earliest.

“Well damnit,” I said.

“Whats wrong?”

“My flight is cancelled, I think there is a coup or something” I said chuckling in disbelief, “so it looks like I have no reason but to order another drink!”

“Aw man, that sucks,” he paused and his face lit up, “but hey, if you’re here on the weekend, why don’t you come over for dinner and meet my wife? You probably don’t want to give up the Mandarin Oriental but you’re welcome to stay too.”

I declined the offer to stay over but did pop over the next evening for dinner after a day of sightseeing and thoroughly enjoyed getting to know him and his wife.

After dinner and more drinks, Paul and I were talking outside as I waited for my driver to come back and he asked what I was doing tomorrow night.

“No real plans.” was my reply.

“Look,” he said, “You’re in Bangkok, you should hit one of the bathhouses while you’re in town,” and he named off one very specific bathhouse and said, “It’s hopping on a Sunday night and good fun.”

I looked at him puzzled thinking about his wife and although I had confessed to being gay and married, I asked the obvious, “Uhm, how would you know it’s hopping?”

“Oh yeah about that,” he said, “we have a little arrangement, she’s totally cool with it, just on the side, variety and all, and hey, wanna go together?”

I was kind of turned on by this suggestion and I couldn’t in the heat of the moment think of one good reason to say no, so agreed.

He said he’d grab a taxi, swing by the mandarin at 10 o’clock tomorrow and we’d go together.

He looked like he was wearing the same outfit from the night before and for some silly reason, I dressed up in a tight polo and some hip hugging shorts with what I thought looked like the cutest plimsole like canvas shoes. I thought I was cute anyway.

“Who you getting all dressed up for” he asked as I got into the taxi.

“Confession, I’ve never been to the tubs in Bangkok, and I googled and I didn’t know what to expect.”

He just laughed and mumbled something about, “Well it is about to be pretty obvious.”

We got there, checked in, I had a room, he had one across the hall and we agreed to get changed into our towels and he would take me on a tour.

You got the impression he had been here before more than a few times as he nodded hello to a few cute little guys wandering and even pointed out to few with, “he’s a little firecracker in bed.”

After the tour was over, we split up and went our separate ways which suited me fine.

I wandered around the dark room, fucked some random guys bareback in the gloryholes and in the showers. For a long time, I was sitting in the porn room jerking and letting this guy from Germany suck my dick when Paul walked in totally naked.

My jaw dropped, the guy had a fucking elephant dick between his legs. It must have been ten inches which you know how it goes, its always the tall skinny guys that have the massive schlongs.

He nodded at me with a smile and sat down on the bench to watch the porn.

A least three very tiny muscle bottoms came in trailing him and ooo’d and awed over him playing with his dick, sucking him, kissing his body and worshipping him.

It was totally hot watch him be treated like a god by these guys and it made his dick so rock hard and in the dark light, it was a sight to behold.

Now I will skip straight to the end here so as not to build up too much expectation, but he and I never fucked that evening or even played with each other.

But we did spend the rest of the evening following each other around and I enjoyed watching him breed willing bottoms and at one point, I was being fucked doggy style in my room by my new German friend who had left the door open.

After poppering up and putting the bottle on the stand, I caught sight of Paul jerking his massive cock at the door to the sound of me moaning while I took a nice load of cum in my ass.

Otherwise, it was way late when we finally threw in the towel (literally) and he got us a taxi and dropped me off at the hotel.

Strangely, there were no hugs, no sentiment attached to our good bye but a very funny comment on his part;

“Make sure you get an STI test right away, those boys are filthy.”

I snorted and laughed my ass off as I walked back into the elegant confines of the Mandarin.

I will definitely be making the effort to keep in touch with Paul if only to have another night in the tubs with him or even better, getting that massive dick in my ass.

We shall see.

After our initial lustful encounter, Carlos and I proceeded to his bedroom. We were both eager to get back at each other. He still in his red jock strap, he lays across his made queen bed exposing his used hole for me to feast on. My tongue alternating between is cum filled cunt, balls and hardening cock. The fabric of his jock pouch damp from his previous load rubs against my face as I begin to deep throat his beautiful uncut cock.

Carlos was twisting his brown nipples as my tongue swirled around his cock head and foreskin.

“Oh Jay please ride me. I want to fuck you!”

His cock fell from my lips as I crawled up to straddle his slim waist. A mixture of his precum, my cum from his cunt and spit soaking my beard as we begin to kiss. Our tongues tangle as I slowly drop my hairy ass down onto his cock. As I bottom out, I lean up rubbing his smooth torso and start to grind down against him trying to get every inch into me.

Carlos rubs my hairy thighs as I buck up and down on his Latin meat. His hands move quickly to free my white dick from the moist pouch of my dirty white jock.

His hands cover my shaft and he mimics the motions of my thrust on him. We start to get faster. His bed shaking with each downward motion. The headboard smacking the wall louder and louder. My hairy ass cheeks rippling against his smooth thighs.

I could feel his cock growing larger. My body arching back, I grab his knees behind me and ride wildly on it. Suddenly, Carlos releases his seed into me. With each spurt of his cream my ass thrusts down deep to take it all in.

As soon as his flow subsided, and my thrusting had stopped, Carlos had me on my back with my legs wide and was hungrily lapping the cum from my sloppy cunt.

“Oh fuck! My Carlos eat my mancunt!”

His nose is pushing my ball sack around. His dark eyes studying my bulging cock. His rapid tongue movement in my hole was forcing my own cum up and out without warning. Just past his dark head of hair, I could see his red waistband stretching across his ass. The sight doubles the force in which my cum exits my shaft. The first spurt hitting my pecs. The rest were captured by his mouth as he quickly wrangles my spewing cock head.

After capturing all, he climbs up beside me and we share our mixed seed as we deeply kiss.

In our soiled jockstraps, we drift to sleep and the next thing I know the morning alarm is ringing.

Carlos reaches across me to snooze it,

“Good morning beautiful Jay.”

“Good morning. Hope I didn’t overstay my welcome.”

“Not at all.” Carlos said smiling.

“I guess I still owe you a ride to work.”

“We should probably shower first.” Carlos said laughing.

He gets up from bed and starts to slowly strip his cherry red jock strap off. His morning wood popping up and arching toward the ceiling as his jock slips down to his ankles. Lifting one leg up he flings the dirty jock towards my face.

I grab it and inhale his scent then jump up following him the the bathroom. Has he turns the shower on I slip out of my jockstrap and it falls to the floor. I drop the red one beside it and we step into the shower just as the water starts to warm. My own morning wood now free, we embrace cock to cock and kiss as the water cascades over us.

“Carlos do you mind if I piss? I always pee in the shower in the morning.”

“Not at all. I need to also.”

Our hard cocks and bodies pressing together we both start to release our water. The hot, musky smell of our warm piss filling our nostrils as it sprays between us. I drop to my knees taking his leaking cock into my mouth. I allow his salty piss to fill my cheeks before swallowing. His cock hardening as his bladder empties and I start to stuck his morning load from him. Carlos falls back against the shower wall as he cums down my throat.

Regaining control of his body, he grabs the body wash and squirts it across my chest as I stand up in front of him. We lather each other up and I turn him around to soap his ass up with my hard cock. Grinding into his smooth soapy crack, my cockhead finds his wet hole and slips in.

“Mmm, yes Jay. Give me your morning load.”

I grab his hips and pull him down my shaft as the shower sprays the top of his cheeks. I only last a few thrust because his cunt works my cock so well. I cum deep in him as we both almost loose our balance on the wet tile.

We shampoo each other’s hair, finish washing and start to towel off together.

“I wonder if anyone will notice I’m wearing the same close today?” I say laughing.

“You will be in one thing different.” Carlos says handing me his red jockstrap.

“Really! I can wear it? You should wear mine too.”

I slip on the red jockstrap, in excitement, as Carlos puts mine on. We are wearing each other’s day old, cum stained jocks and are both giddy. We quickly get dressed and head to the lab. I park my truck by his red coupe.

“See you after work!”

I have been writing about Alex for a couple of weeks on my blog but since I love the support that you members give me, I thought I’d share this experience just for you guys.

A little bit of an introduction: since I’ve moved back to Aussie I’ve been swimming at the Gosford Pool probably 3 times a week on average. With my schedule being pretty open I go during the day when the pool is quiet and I don’t think I’ve had to share a lane yet.

Everyone who is swimming laps is wearing speedos or jammers at the most which is awesome (it wasn’t like that in Colorado last winter – I didn’t see a single speedo swimming laps). So a few months back I jumped out of the pool and I saw this gorgeous body wearing black lycra, speedo brand speedos. I enjoyed the speedo eye candy and then when the guy turned around I realised that it was Alex, a guy I’ve met through some friends of mine.

I don’t know Alex that well but I’ve been to parties with him and a couple of times surfing last time I was in town. He has a girlfriend and I’ve never seen him in a speedo, I really didn’t read into anything just because he was swimming laps in a speedo.

That first time we saw each other at the pool was very innocent. Turns out Alex is training for a triathlon and only just getting back in the pool (which explains why he still has a bit of a boardies tan compared to my speedo tan). Alex’s office is near the pool and he is tryin gto swim 3 days a week during his lunch break and we decided to try and catch up and swim together.

This happened a few times and Alex was up to swimming 2kms (about half what he needs for his triathlon) and I’ll admit it was nice just hanging out with a guy in speedos and we were both comfortable.

Then one night I was at the pub with some of the boys and Alex was out as well. He joined our group, his girlfriend was there and some of the other guys girlfriends/wives were out. Everyone was having a fun night and a few drinks (I was well behaved but maybe some people were having a few more than others – hahaha).

Later in the night Alex and I were off to the side and Alex told me that he knows I’m Aussie Speedo Guy….. I’m not out to any of my Central Coast crew and this was like a kick in the guts. Alex must have seen the look on my face and quickly assured me that it was all OK and that it was nobody elses business and he would keep my secret. He also has read enuf of the blog to know that “It is OK Dave, you like girls too.” That was pretty much the extent of the conversation.

I was pretty nervous for a few days wondering if Alex would share my ‘secret’ with my friends but I heard nothing.

It was a few days before I saw Alex at the pool and when I did he was wearing a pair of black classic AussieBums. That was a surprise indeed and he looked fantastic in them. Everything was cool and it really was as if he hadn’t mentioned that I am “Aussie Speedo Guy”. Until we split up in the carpark and Alex said that he wore AussieBum’s because I’d recently posted a bunch of pics of guys wearing AussieBums.

That put some of my fears of him ‘outting’ me to rest but only enhanced the disturbance in my pants.

Fast forward another week or so and Alex and I only swam once together because I had some friends in town. Then out of the blue I got a text from Alex asking (this is the exact text):

“Dave, can’t make the pool today. G (his girlfriend) is out of town, any chance I can crash at your place after the Beery tonight?”

Despite my excitement I calmly replied.

“No probs mate.”

This was the interesting thing to me. Alex has read my blog, I did write on my blog that I thought Alex was hot and loved his speedos, Alex seems str8 and now Alex wants to sleep over. I took this as a good sign.

Friday afternoon finally came around and as usual I had a full house of mates watching footy. Alex rocked up and had an overnight bag and all the jesting was that Alex had a hall pass since his girlfriend was out of town. The usual Friday night on the Central Coast is footy, drinks, maybe a BBQ at my place. Since I’m one of the few remaining bachelors and my little pad is right on the beach and it is walking distance to the pub it seems to make sense that the boys congregate at my place.

This Friday was no different and we ended up at the pub as usual. Everyone was having a good time, after we left the pub Alex and I grabbed a kebab and walked along the beach back to my place. That was when “Aussie Speedo Guy” finally came up in conversation.

“Dave, you’ve gotta have dick on tap with your blog and websites?”

For the next 10 minutes I explain that yes, there isn’t a real shortage of dick on offer BUT, being discrete and not ‘out’ to the entire world means I don’t get to exploit is as much as a guy who was ‘out’ would. And I also like girls too and I’ve never spoken too much about my work to a girl I’ve dated in fear that would turn her off.

By now we are back at my house and just poured another drink and it was my turn to ask Alex a question.

“Why is a str8 guy like you reading a gay speedo blog like mine?”

For the next 10 minutes Alex explained that he has had a speedo fetish since he was young and just loved speedos. His girlfriend is OK with it and he wears speedos around the house a bunch.and even during sex with her.

“Have you ever had any guy/guy experiences in speedos?”

Alex’s response was really interesting to me. He said he had never had a gay experience and considers himself str8. It is just that speedos and sex go together for him. Confusingly, Alex said that he enjoys watching gay porn but only if it involves speedos and admits to reading my blog religiously and evening joining this site once a few years ago.

Now it was time for me to turn up the heat.

“If you ever wanted a guy/guy speedo experience then this is a pretty perfect scenario……”

Alex looked a little unsure and I was getting a serious stirring in my jeans (with a black Arena speedo under them).

“How about we get down to our speedos, you sit on the couch and let me blow you?”

“OK, lets give it a try. I’m not really to return that favour thought Dave.”

“Not a problem Alex, I’m sure sucking you off will be one for my wank bank for a long time and that is reward enough for me.”

It didn’t take long at all for both of us to strip down to our speedos. As I said earlier, I was wearing a pair of black lycra Arena speedos under my jeans, which were now off and the only thing I was wearing as I stood at my kitchen bench. As I had expected, Alex was equally well prepared and was wearing his black classic AussieBum speedos under his jeans. I noticed that Alex wasn’t quite 100% hard but he was on his way just from us talking.
Taking our drinks we moved the 6 steps to my couch, yes my little rental is small BUT it is right on the beach so I have no complaints.

Alex sat on the couch spread his legs and I assumed the position, that is, on my knees.

This isn’t the first str8 guy I’ve sucked off, or the first, first timer that I’ve sucked off and I know they don’t want anything romantic or things to go slowly. And I didn’t want Alex to chicken out either so I put my head down and start licking his speedo clad cock which was 100% rock hard in about 10 seconds.

My intention was to try and make Alex cum in his speedo. Despite never laying my eyes on his peice of man-meat the way it was straining the top of his speedo, as if it was trying to escape, told me it was impressive. It is harder to cum while wearing speedos of course and Alex had a few drinks in him, not too many though, and it surprised me when his moans of pleasure increased and then he started to spasm as the front of his speedo became saturated with his cum.

Trying not to freak Alex out I got up pretty quickly and went to the kitchen to pour myself a drink. Alex was still huffing and puffing from his first ever “man induced orgasm”. My speedo was fucking rock hard and straining against the lycra of my Arena speedos.

“Holy shit Dave, that was amazing!!!!”

I sat back down on the couch and Alex was still slightly out of breath.

“Do you mind if I put some speedo porn on and I can rub one out myself mate?”

Alex had no objections but I told him to go clean up and I was sure there was a clean pair of speedos in my bathroom. As if I wasn’t hard enough as it was after sucking off a str8 guy in an AussieBum speedo but Alex returned to my living room/kitchen/dinning room wearing a pair of black ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos. OMG!!!!

What a sight to behold!!!

“Before sitting down, Alex, would you mind just standing there and rubbing those speedos for me?”

Alex was cool with that so as he stood in front of me I rubbed the front of my speedo. Again, trying not to freak him out I kept my cock inside my speedos and as I rubbed my cock I imagined peeling off Alex’s ADIDAS speedo.

Then I came!!!

I hadn’t jerked off for 2 days since Alex asked me if he could stay over and the front of my speedo was cum filled. The last flex of my cock was as Alex turned around to go into the kitchen and I got a view of his perfect arse. Now it was time for me to clean up and I went into the bathroom, threw my cum filled speedo into the shower where Alex’s cum filled AussieBums were. I didn’t think the night was over and now I had to choose some appropriate speedos to wear for what was sure to be round 2. You guys are well aware that I have a pretty substantial speedo collection.

I figured that Alex had probably read a lot from my blog so I chose a historically significant pair to wear…. my AussieBum Coolabahs – they are the sky blue ones with blue and white on the hips.

As you guys are well aware, it was after a bisexual threesome with a couple (guy and girl) in a sauna that I started my blog. Purely because I wanted to share that wonderful experience. During that threesome I was wearing my AussieBum Coolabah’s. I have 2 pairs now, not the same pair as that threesome experience, they were replaced a year or so ago. One pair has the AussieBum logo on the front (the ones in the top photo) and the other pair doesn’t. Considering the mess Alex and I made of our speedos earlier in the evening I decided on the ones without the logo on the front.

Walking back in the living room was wonderful, I was wearing my AussieBum Portsea’s, Alex was sitting on my couch wearing my black ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos.

I sat down next to Alex on the couch.

Alex kept telling me how amazing it was and how hot it was having two guys in speedos. I wanted to keep reassuring Alex that I’d take things at his speed and that if there was anything, and I mean ANYTHING, he ever wanted to try to just let me know.

Alex mentioned that he is a huge fan of the Hawaii Speedo Student movies which you guys can watch here so I put one on TV as kind of background while we still talked. Alex commented on my choice of speedos and he had indeed read that story of that threesome, again something you guys can read as members. I explained that even thinking about that threesome still gets me hard and that was when I noticed that Alex and I were both hard with Hawaii Speedo Student playing the background.

“Alex, there is nothing I do not want to do to you right now. We are both horny, tell me what you want and I will do it.”

“I’d like to make out with you in a bed Dave.”

That was a surprise for me. Normally str8 guys don’t want to kiss and are just interested in getting off. I was pleasantly surprised of course because that sounded pretty darn hot to me.

Immediately, I stood up, offered Alex my hand and we moved into my bedroom where we both got on the bed.

Making out with Alex was hot, furious and our hands and tongues were everywhere!!! I was hoping that Alex would get hot enough to slip down between my legs and suck me off so I kept the make out session going as long as I could.

Finally I gave in and I moved down Alex’s amazing body and pulled down the front of his speedo. I worked his cock like the expert cock sucker that I am (I love sucking cock and I think I’m good at it).

Somehow I managed to untie the drawstring on my AussieBum’s and started jerking myself off while I polished Alex’s beautiful 8″ cut cock. After making out for at least 10 minutes both of us were on the edge and Alex’s cock started spewing his warm cum into my mouth, that first taste of his cum on my tongue started my cock pulsing in my hand as I came as well.

I kept my mouth on Alex’s cock until it stopped jerking and I sat up on my knees. What a beautiful view, I was kneeling between Alex’s legs, my cock out the top of my speedos, my right hand covered in my cum, Alex on his back with his legs spread and his cock out the leg of my ADIDAS speedos with his cock still semi hard.

That is pretty much it guys.

From there we both cleaned up and went to bed. Alex slept on the couch and we were both woken up early on Saturday by one of my mates knocking on the back door ready to go for a surf. Alex and I got up, went for a surf with the boys and didn’t mentioned what happened the night before.

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Fast forward five years and Alex is engaged to a guy (Adam) and is more ‘out’ than I am. I still get invited to join in on some sexual adventures with Alex…. like the time I was fucked by ten men which I have written about as well.

Hopefully more adventures to cum.

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“Deep breath,” the doctor said, resting his big hand on my bare back. “Another,” he said, moving the stethoscope lower on my chest. “Good,” he said.

He smiled at me. “So you’re having a bit of anxiety?” he said.

“Yeah…I broke up with my girlfriend, I guess that’s stressing me out,” I said.

“It certainly can. Especially if you don’t have any type of outlet for that stress. Let’s look you over and see what we can do.”

He had me strip down to my underwear and used his hands to palpate my abdomen to check from any masses. The lower his fingers pressed the more my cock swelled. Please don’t tell me to stand up, I thought, but then he did just that. I followed his orders, standing on the platform at the end of the exam table.

“Sorry,” I said, because my erection was obvious.

“It’s fine,” he said, giving me a reassuring smile. “It’s a natural thing. Have you been taking care of your needs, getting a regular release?”

“I think so…” I said. I wasn’t sure what he meant exactly.

“Okay, well we’ll take a closer look. Go ahead and pull off your briefs.” I did. My cock stood up from my body. The doctor pulled his chair up to me; his face was right next to my hard dick.

“Alright then,” he said, and took my balls in his hand. “Testicles seem normal, though maybe a bit full. Turn your head and cough?” I did so. “That all seems fine. I’m just going to palpate your penis and check for any abnormalities there.” He stripped the latex glove off of his hand. “I find it difficult to do a proper exam with these on, do you mind?”

“I guess not,” I said.

“Great. Let’s take a look here,” he said, and took hold of my cock. He squeezed it, starting at the base and working his way up. “Feels good. Healthy guy, isn’t he? Stands at attention,” he said, smiling at me. I smiled back. He looked in my piss hole. Then he stroked my cock from the base to the tip, bringing a pearl of precum out. “Producing fluids normally,” he said, and rubbed the precum into the tip of my cock. I caught my breath. “Feel good?” he said.

“Yeah. Sorry,” I said.

“It’s normal, don’t worry about it,” he said. He walked to the other side of the exam room and came back with a tube of KY Jelly. “I’d like to make sure everything is operating normally with regard to your sexual response. Seem good?”

“Sure,” I said.

“Great,” he said, sitting back down in front of me and squeezing lube into his big, bare hand. “We’ll take a look at how long it takes you to reach orgasm and also observe the volume at which you produce semen. Then we’ll send the sample to the lab just to make sure everything’s healthy there.”

“Okay,” I said. I was totally nervous. This wasn’t like any doctor’s visit I’d had before. But his handsome face was so reassuring. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “Lift your legs.” He had me lay back and pulled out the leg support on the exam table. “Now just relax,” he said, taking hold of my cock with his lubed-up hand. I shuddered all over when his warm hand made contact with my hard dick. “There you go. Keep breathing. Nice, deep breaths,” he said, working my dick up and down. He stroked my cock expertly, I guess cause he was a doctor and knew what he was doing. It only took a minute before I was about to cum. My breath got really fast and I started moaning; I couldn’t help myself. “That’s it,” the doctor said. “Let it happen, go with it.” Cum started spurting out of my dick – a huge load that covered my bare chest and stomach. The doctor stroked me all the while, whispering reassuringly as I came down from my orgasm.

“Very good,” he said. He got a specimen cup and used it to scoop some of my cum from my body. Then he capped it and labeled it with a marker. He instructed me to get dressed.

“Well, everything seems to be working just fine,” he said as he washed his hands. “Your sexual response is perfectly normal. I recommend a daily release to help with that stress you mentioned.” He came over to me and rested his hand on my shoulder. “I want you to make another appointment for next week so I can examine you in more depth and see if there are other ways we can work at relieving your stress. Sound good?”

“Yeah. Thanks!” I said.

“Alright, then. Make sure you check in with the nurse on your way out and schedule something.”

“Will do, doc,” I said. He gave my shoulder a squeeze and smiled at me.

I think I was walking a little funny as I headed out to the receptionist area to schedule another appointment, but by the time I got outside I felt totally relaxed. The doctor’s technique had really done the trick.

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Stomach churning, sweat dripping down back between shoulder blades. Nausea. Shaking extremities. Unable to focus. Heart racing. I stumble through sentences explaining the dire situation to his wife. I forget his name but I carry on regardless breaking bad news. The woman weeps as realisation of seeking hope fades and her husband will die soon. What do I say to this poor woman? This is my third conversation of this nature today and my compassion has faded like the petals of a daffodil past it’s prime. I know that in an hour or so his breathing will get faster until he has a respiratory arrest. His wife, the woman my words had not consoled will shout for help but I am unable to help. I have no other obligation other than making him pain free. Do not resuscitate she agreed. After a painful discussion with a twitchy junior doctor. A worse conversationalist than myself and a blunt instrument when a more intricate and gentle language would have helped. How do I know if he is pain free? He cannot speak. He is basically unconscious. I just give the prescribed medication for a dying person after a doctor has googled the correct guidelines or pathway to follow. I have evolved into a robotic simulation of myself. I go through the motions but I am detached from reality. I say motions as I am void of emotions. A mask and visor obscures my face like a superhero. Am I a hero? I feel it would be more heroic to give up, however, the Thursday clap would be such a waste of energy. Who would devour the free food. Stuffing my face to suppress the sadness and entrapment this viral pandemic has created….I am so sick of wrapping bodies.

I have always hated being told what to do. I want to be the one whom makes his own decisions and choices. My choice was to be a wolf, not a sheep. My choices took me down the rabbit hole. This book is my story. A story that has not ended yet.

Perspiration encapsulates my skin meandering to a halt as the moisture disappears into my bed sheets. I am lying in my own wet filth. A vivid nightmare of corpses speaking to me have awoken me from my disturbing sleep. What little sleep I have is traumatic. My mouth is dry and I need water in order to swallow. I cough and my chest hurts. I need to get out of bed but my heart will race if I move. A problem they say is down to stress and anxiety. I fear going outside in case I have another episode but I know what needs to be done. I force myself to a seated position and with every fibre of will power I own, I stand. Today is the day I become a wolf. I walk across the landing to the bathroom naked and exposed. I begin shaving my body hair off so I am completely smooth. As I look at my naked clean body I turn slightly to see my bum. It is smooth and soft to touch and I feel that I am now desirable. I gently stroke my bum cheek with one hand and tease my nipple with my other hand. I feel an erection and I start to masturbate. I’m so fucking hot I narcissistically stroke my penis as I’m bent over on all fours like a submissive slut. My bum exposed to the morning air gently breezing through the open slit of a window. I ejaculate on the bathroom floor and watch the white gelatinous liquid for a moment then lap it up like a feline. “I can not leave a mess” I thought.

James is an athletic man in his early thirties. He is a good looking guy. The build of a gymnast. Very clean cut and honest. Works the usual nine to five in a financial services role. Drives a Porsche and on the surface is a so called normal person. What others can not see though is what he does in his spare time. A single successful man in his thirties and no wife or kids. Interesting. James finishes up his days work of monotonous figures and number crunching and changes into his gym shorts and vest. He jogs the three mile path through a large park area with picnic benches. As it is Friday afternoon families and young professionals are beginning to gather in the spring sunshine. A dog is seen chasing another and jumps into the lake. The owners shouting their names in an ever ascending volume until they run back wet and disobedient. A young family are having a picnic and some young men playing frisbee while behind a game of football is starting. The park is full of life but James does not stop he leaves the park and buys a bottle of water from a street vendor. This is not the best part of town and after walking a short distance James turns down a dark alley leading to a small warehouse with a sign crudely stating sauna. An unusual place to have a sauna but James knows where he is going and presses the buzzer to enter a reception area where he picks up a towel. He uses a locker which he has a key for, putting his wet gym clothes in a plastic bag and in the same locker are some clean jogging bottoms and a T-shirt. He is naked in this small changing room when two naked men walk in and say hello to James. They leave through a door to the sauna. After showering James also uses this door. He remains naked and stands in the door way a moment before entering. James has dark hair combed into a rough side parting, green piercing but compassionate eyes and a secret smile that warms people to him. His skin is slightly tanned and he has defined pectoral muscles and a very toned flat stomach. Groomed chest hair tracks down between his pectoral muscles and trails to his navel where it neatly becomes thinner until it disappears. Below is a thick long penis with a large vein running down the left hand side of his shaft. He has a foreskin that conceals a large head of the penis that despite being flaccid at present is larger that a ripe tangerine. His testicles are full and heavy. They compliment the huge piece of prime meat that is his penis. His legs are muscular with a small amount of hair. To the back of James is a muscular back. Not an weight lifter but definitely does push ups. His bum is toned and muscular due to the jogging . Overall a disciplined physique. As he walks slowly to the bar area the tip of his penis gently taps just above the knee making a slight patting noise. James orders a mineral water from the bartender who is dressed in just leather cowboy trousers and no shirt. Another man sitting down smiles at James but James is here for something else.

I get the number three bus to the industrial part of town. I walk down an alleyway that leads to the sauna I often go to. It’s how I pick them. I’ve fantasised about this for many years but tonight I may find someone to act out my fantasy. I am nineteen years old and slim with a completely hairless body. I have short brown hair that does it own thing but mainly sweeps from left to right. I am nervous socially but mainly use online chat rooms to meet people. This time i am going to be a wolf and I am on the hunt for something a bit different. I enter the sauna and pick up a towel from receptionist. I change into a jockstrap and nothing else. I walk into the bar area and notice a well hung physically fit man in his thirties and feel my smooth 6 inch cock harden. I move through another door and there is a room that is a faux toilet cubicle. I’m this cubicle there are two hole cut out and it’s almost pitch dark. I wait with anticipation. The cubicle is very cramped and I feel something touch the side of my head. I turn and it’s a penis. So I hold it in my right hand and start to lick the tip it tastes slightly salty and hot. It’s about the same length as mine but a bit thicker. Definitely older than me. Smells very clean so I take more into my mouth. I start to suck and stroke the mans testicles. There was a taste of precum when I licked the tip. He was definitely wet. So I was not surprised when after sucking him for a minute I felt the tip swell and almost occlude my airway followed by hot liquid with a creamy texture and an indescribable taste squirt against the back of my throat. The large deposit of cum satisfied me and I swallowed it all. The penis retracted back into the hole and I was alone. My erection was throbbing in my jockstrap and wetting it. Should I keep them on or take them off? I stand up and walk out of cubicle. I’m extremely aroused and see another room. Again it’s dark but has a strange contraption. It has four restraints and is like a flat bed but the middle section is raised and at each corner there is a restraint. It was then out of the darkness I heard a voice say “get on the bed”.

James after finishing his drink went browsing in the various rooms. He stumbled across a cubicle where he watched a young man give an older gentleman a blow job. James was attracted to this smooth little feminine teenager and although the dark obscured the full picture, James was definitely aroused. He walked on to an empty room and waited. He liked the bed that allowed you to restrain someone in the doggy style position. James was a “top” so he was looking for a “bottom” with a tight bum hole. The young man would be perfect for this but he would take whatever he could get. After all it had been a hard week in work.

“Get on the bed.” I heard. As the man at the bar emerged naked and extremely well hung. Thicker than my wrist and approximately nine inches of throbbing meat. My anus tingled with excitement and my penis was wetter than before. I’m glad I shaved all my body hair off because I know he wants me because I’m young and smooth. I clamber onto the bed on all fours. It was quite nice having the middle section raised as it took the pressure off my knees and elbows. I feel his heat next to me and he starts examining my youthful buttocks by caressing them with his huge man hands. He opens them and looks at my anus. It’s pink smooth and extremely clean. He runs a finger from the crease of my testicles up to my anus then continues to the back of my neck making me shiver. He stands in front of me and restrains my hands. He moves his erection close to my lips and nose. I can not touch it yet but I can smell his sweet arousal. He pulls back his foreskin and it’s wet and smells of sex. He presses it to my lips and I inhale the aroma and gently kiss it. I open my mouth as he enters my face. Pushing deep into my throat I can taste so many flavours and my penis is so erect pushing against the bed sheets. I can feel the warm air hitting my exposed pink hole and I get the same tingling sensation. After sucking his shaft for a long time. He moves slowly behind me and locks my ankles in restraints causing me to over spread myself. I feel utterly exposed and at his mercy as he licks my hole . His tongue darts inside me and I push against his face wanting more. I tell him I want him to fuck me hard. I want his cum inside me. He then presses the tip against my hole and opens me up so wide I gasp. Then he slowly inserts his huge rod so far I feel it in my stomach. He proceeds to brutalise me by hard and fast penetration until he cums thick white cum deep inside me. He leaves me there and I am literally exhausted. He says nothing to me when he leaves but I want to know more about who he is. I want more sex like this.

I woke up the next morning and knew that I need to get my license back and also knew what would happen if I went back. I was nervous and scared. My ass was still hurting from last night.

I started to shake as I dialed the number, after a few rings Mr.Yee answered. I said good morning and reminded him who I was and that I need my license. Can I come now to pick it up? Mr. Yee replied in a stern voice…NO, you must come at 7pm. Dont be late! I want you to wear small bikini and gym shorts.

I got dressed later on that night and wore what I was told to. the underwear were smaller so my butt cheeks came out at the bottom. they definetly didn’t cover all of my bubble butt. I got in my car and started to drive looked at the clock and realized I had 15 mins to get to spa which was 30 mins away. I knew just then that I would have to pay for that mistake. I pulled up to the back of building and knocked twice on door. Mr. Yee opened door and looked pissed and said You are late! Get in now and follow me. I followed him down stairs and into a room where to my surprise was a very muscular tall dark Asian man sitting and staring at me. Mr.Yee grabbed my neck and said this is Mr. Jay and he is the owner of Spa. He is not happy with me being late. Mr. Yee then whispered in my ear, DO AS YOUR TOLD! Understand? and I replied yes.

I was pushed forward and Mr. Yee shut and locked the door, I looked at Mr. Jay and apologized. He looked at me and said so you come here late and you do know what will happen here now. You will obey me and do as I say or your punishment will get worse. I looked up and said yes sir, I understand and I am really sorry. he told me to turn around and take off my clothes except for underwear. I started to strip and placed my clothes in a pile on floor next to my shoes. I felt strong hands grab ny neck from behind and push me against the wall, Mr.Jay came close and I could feel his hot breath on my neck and he said You have been a very bad boy and you need to be punished. I am going to punish you and I dont want any resistance . He smack my ass really hard and pulled me backwards to the chair and pulled me over his lap. he locked our legs together so I couldn’t move and held me by my hair. Mr. Yee came in front of me and tied my wrist together and said so you cant reach back.Then he licked my lips.

Bent over this gorgeous man with ass in the air, the spanking started smack…smack…smack..smack. I felt the heat and my cheeks bounced up and down. about 30 smacks then he pulled my underwear down below my butt and continued to spank me more, rubbing my cheeks and squeezing them as he continued. this went on for awhile. He pulled my underwear back up forcefully which created a wedgie . Told me to get up and kneel in middle of the floor. Mr. Yee walked forward and pulled his cock out and I was told to suck his cock. I grabbed hold and placed it in my mouth just like last night. I suck and suck for awhile and then I was pulled up to my feet where Mr. Jay said now its my turn. He pushed me hard and I feel back on a twin bed, he climbed on me and smack my face and said better do a good job. With that he moved up to my face and had his cock rest on my lips, I was scared and just did what I was told to do. I started to suck him off and he was moaning. He would slap my face every so often and call me his little bitch. He jumped off me and without notice I was turned on my stomach by Mr.Yee and underwear were ripped off me and my head was pulled up, I was now laying with my face in Mr.Jay’s crouch and was yelled at to suck . I felt hands on my ass and between my cheeks probing my hole. Then I felt the pressure of Mr.Yee on my back and his cock starting to enter me as I continued to suck Mr.Jay off.

I was being raped again and this time I was like robot doing what they said. Mr yea was pounding me real hard and I felt his hot cum fill me. He made me take every drop in my ass. Mr.Yee got off me and pulled me off Mr.Jay where they now positioned me bent over massage table and my legs were spread . Mr Yee was in front telling me to clean off his cock with my mouth and forced it between my lips. bare ass and spread Mr.Jay slapped my ass and said now I get to rape this fucking ass and with no mercy he pushed right into my hole and started to rape my ass as I was blowing mr.yee. He was more forceful and pounded much harder then Mr.Yee. He would slap my ass cheeks as he fucked me hard. I want to scream and cry but Mr. Yee tied a towel around my mouth . As I was being raped I felt my legs being tied to the legs of the table . Mr.Jay started to pulse and then he came all in my ass. as he pulled out cum dripped down my butt and legs.

I laid silent but heard the door open and when I looked it was Toa and another asian guy. I struggled and tried to get free but couldn’t. Mr.Jay. said you are not going anywhere until everyone rapes this ass, I muffled No through the towel and was able to hit Mr.yee with my tied hands. lets just say that was very smart of me. Mr. Jay yelled at me as he pulled my hair and said NOBODY SAYS NO TO ME! Now you make me very angry. I saw him walk over to the wall and pulled his belt from his pants at the same time Mr.Yee had tied my hands to the table . Mr. Jay walked behind me and I felt the worse pain ever when the belt came across my ass cheeks. He beat my ass with the belt until I was crying and begging for him to stop. I tried to speak…Ill do what ever you want please stop. Then it just stopped and my cheeks were burning. I laid my head down on the table and let the raping begin. First Toa then the new guy and a repeat of Mr.Yee and Mr.Jay, all took turns raping me and making me suck them off. Cock after cock and my ass filled with cum by all four men I think at least twice because I lost count.

I was finally untied and moved to the bed laying face up and Mr.Jay got on top of me and started to makeup with me and touch me all over. He told me that I was his now and he spread and raised my legs and fucked me one last time as he stared right into my eyes as he was raping me. he pulled out and started to masterbate by my mouth and I opened up and he came in my mouth and then made me suck him until he was done. all the warm cum sliding down my throat. Mr.Yee threw my clothes at me and also my license and said leave. As I was walking away, Mr.Jay grabbed my arm and said oh, I have your number and when I call….You better answer!