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He was nervous, but stupid excited at the prospect that this was really going to happen. The entire drive, Aiden was lost in memories of the last times he was on his knees. He had daydreamed about it many times over the last several years to the point that on a couple of occasions, he likened himself to a recovering drug addict craving another hit. The thought of having a dick in his mouth would take over his mind.

Then, out of the blue one day he received a text from someone he used to know. Jeff sent a simple “how are you” and it sent the universe conspiring to put Aiden back on his knees. Today, in just a few more miles, Aiden would be on his knees again. Just the thought stirred his own cock into a heated erection and raised his blood pressure.

Ahead on the left, he caught a glimpse of his destination, a small secluded self storage facility where he would be meeting Jeff. Even as the anxiety built up in his mind, his excitement took over. “It’s been 5 years or more since I’ve done something like this and 8 years since I’ve seen Jeff.” He said to himself into the emptiness of the cab. “I hope I don’t disappoint him when I get out of the truck.” “Unit 23, here I come!”

Noticing the signs that pointed out which units were in which row, Aiden slowed to read the sign for his spot and continued off to the right. His mouth was already watering as he past the door marked with an 18. Ahead he saw a little black BMW that could only belong to Jeff. He was supposed to meet him and there were no other cars or signs of life in the yard on this Saturday morning.

Stopping his truck behind the Beemer, Aiden put the truck in park, looked himself over one more time in the rear view mirror and heaved a nervous sigh. “Here goes nothing!”

As Aiden walked up to the open unit he spotted Jeff piddling with something towards the back of the half full space and decided to speak up. “Hey” trying to sound confident.

“Hello!” Jeff quickly answered back. “Did you have any problems finding it?” as he put down whatever he was playing with and moving towards Aiden at the entrance. He was sporting a very noticeable hard shaft in his grey sweat pants and that turned Aiden on even more that the thought of what he wanted to do with what was pushing out.

“No sir. Waze got me here easily.” Aiden was saying when Jeff took his wrist and lead him inside.

Once inside, Jeff pulled the overhead door down with a slow movement to try to quiet the rattling sound and pushed it all the way to the concrete.

Aiden knew the bulge in his jeans was standing out like a big pink elephant in the little room, but he wasn’t here for that. His goal today was to satisfy Jeff, but the pressure in his pants made it hard to not think about.

Once the door was closed all the way, Jeff turned to face Aiden with a devilish grin that sent Aiden’s nerves crazy. He felt like he was going to catch on fire and burn down right there, right then when Jeff moved towards him. In one smooth swift motion Jeff put his hand in the center of Aiden’s chest and pushed him backwards until he was pressed up against a stack of boxes. When Aiden could not step back any farther, Jeff pushed his body against Aiden’s body and put his hand behind Aiden’s neck and pulled his head close to himself.

“I have been waiting for this for so long!” he whispered into Aiden’s ear making sure his hot breath brushed his skin. “I want you on your knees boy” continuing his erotic assault on Aiden’s skin. “For the next little while, you are mine. Do you understand?”

Aiden was unable to make an audible word, but nodded his head in consent. His mouth was salivating so much he swore the corners of his mouth was leaking when Jeff pressed his lips to Aiden’s in a slow and tender kiss. Aiden felt Jeff’s tongue dancing on his bottom lip asking for an invitation to enter so he parted his lips and let Jeff’s tongue explore the inside of his mouth.

Aiden was lost in the feeling of Jeff’s kiss and his knees were weakening with every passing second. It had been so long since he had been handled by a man. He felt his own erection pushing against Jeff with every movement knowing it was leaving little wet spots anywhere it touched his underwear.

Jeff released his lip hold on Aiden and pulled him back to his face. He took Aiden’s right hand and moved it to his stick cock and left it there in Aiden’s hand while grownling another hot whisper into Aiden’s ear. “Is this what you came here for boy?” Aiden, shill unable to speak words nodded a yes. “Do you want to taste it, do you want me to feed it to you boy?” Jeff growled as he stepped back and pushed Aiden down to his knees. “Take it out.” He ordered.

Aiden didn’t say a word. He went straight to untying the white string preventing him for his needs. Jeff let a sigh escape his lips as Aiden lowered his pant’s and freed his raging hard cock and the cool air touched it for the first time.

Looking up at Jeff, Aiden licked his still wet lips and licked the mushroom at the end of Jeff’s shaft. He felt the cock in front of him convulse from the feel of Aiden’s tongue brushing against it. With another quick lick of his lips, Aiden opened his mouth, as he wrapped one hand around the beautiful hard cock in front of him and guided it in.

Aiden took the whole thing into his mouth until he felt it hit the back of his throat before he closed his lips around Jeff and slowly pulled them up his shaft until he reached the mushroom and glided back down.

Thinking to himself how good it tasted and felt to be sucking Jeff’s cock again, Aiden got lost in the enjoyment he felt. He could hear Jeff’s breathing increase faster, he could hear Jeff’s moans of pleasure. To Aiden, it seemed like his own cock was swelling even more, if that could be possible.

Jeff put his hands at the back of Aiden’s head and locked his fingers in Aiden’s shaggy brown hair and pulled him onto his cock until he felt Aiden’s nose pushing against his pubic bone and held him there for a few seconds before pulling him up and repeating the motion several more times.

Aiden could feel his underwear getting wet from the oozing precum he was releasing. And with each time his nose hit Jason’s body his own cock would tighten and release. Was it possible to cum by giving a blowjob Aiden wondered.

“Oh fuck Aiden” Jeff moaned. “You haven’t lost a thing boy. This is amazing!”

Aiden cupped Jeff’s swollen balls and rolled them gently in his hand and he worked his lips up and down the cock in his mouth causing it to stiffen. Jeff’s moans got louder, If there was anyone outside, Aiden was sure they could hear the noises Jeff was making. He didn’t care who heard. All Aiden was concerned about was the release because Jeff was now thrusting his cock and face fucking him. His moans were turning into grunts and growls and Aiden felt the first twitch of Jeff’s cock and Jeff pulled him deep onto his cock.

The first volley of cum shot straight down Aiden’s throat almost chocking him, but he held his position as volley after volley of hot cum tried to fill his mouth that was still held tight to Jeff’s abdomen. After the third squirt, the cough was coming regardless of what Aiden wanted. As he pushed to hold it back, and it fired off anyway, there was no where for it to escape his mouth and pushed out his nose. Aiden sent cum pushing out his nose and into Jeff’s trimmed pubic hair and down his own upper lip.

When Jeff’s balls were empty, he freed Aiden’s head and Aiden milked the last drops of cum out of the now softening cock in his mouth. Jeff had hit that ticklish spot right after orgasm that tells a man you can’t keep going, it’s time to stop. Aiden wasn’t done. He tried to keep servicing the tool in his mouth for as long as Jeff could stand it before stopping him.

“Dammit boy, that was awesome!” Jeff complemented his cum dump. “We need to do this again soon.”

“You can use me when ever I can get away.” Aiden responded happily as he stood up and helped put away the toy he took out.

“Good, I really enjoyed that Aiden.” Jeff said through a sigh of relief. “Let me walk you to your truck.”

Jeff opened up the garage door and looked around. After seeing the coast was clear, he led Aiden to his truck and opened the door for him. Aiden started to climb up into the cab when he was stopped and turned around. Jeff leaned in for one more kiss, in open air.

Aiden quickly allowed Jeff’s tongue to enter as their lips were pressed together for a few quick seconds before Jeff pulled away and put his mouth to Aiden’s ear and in that same sexy hot breathed whisper he let Aiden know that “Next time, that ass is mine!”

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I was bent over the side of the bed in the third-floor suite of the Hotel Antinous, arms stretched above my head, gripping fist-loads of bedspread to hold myself steady in position, watching the flamboyantly dressed Cemil Teke lounging in the sitting area across the room and viewing me being fucked hard through hooded eyes. The big, rough, Turkish seaman and smuggler was saddled behind me, grasping my hips in his rough hands, and fucking me hard. He’d been rough enough that I had cried out at his first, cruel penetration. I’m sure that my cries had rumbled through the halls of the hotel, where every room was occupied now, merely nine months after the hotel had opened. But, as men were undoubtedly being fucked all over the premises at the same time the man Cemil had brought to me was dominating me, my cries had just blended in.

We were running a full-scale male brothel here apparently, and Cemil had gained nearly total control. I had become just another male prostitute to Cemil’s intricate networking to support his journey ever deeper into illegal and illicit activities in Turkey.

The man he’d brought to me was yet another piece in the puzzle Cemil was putting together to feather his nest. As an American, who kept myself in shape, I was a valuable chit in Cemil’s game of exchanging favor for favor. He didn’t call upon me often—and then only when the stakes were high—but he didn’t take my wishes into consideration when he did.

The big bruiser pulled out of me and hauled me up onto the bed, on my back, stuffing a pillow under the small of my back as he did to elevate my pelvis. I tried to rise, and he backhanded me across the mouth, drawing blood. I lay back and docilely spread my legs and bent my knees, opening to his cruel thrusts inside me as he hovered over me between my thighs. His hands went to my throat, and he was choking me as he thrusted again and again, not particularly long or thick, but cruel and powerful in his thrusts. My hands went to his wrists, trying to dislodge his grip on my throat, but to no avail. He was too strong for me. I blacked out.

When I came to, the smuggler and Cemil were across the room, sitting in tub chairs and discussing their business in low tones.

“I will supply all of your needs for those booked at the hotel at low prices,” the smuggler was saying. “But I want a place for storage as well, to support distribution throughout the region.”

“We can manage that,” Cemil replied. “We want more than the drugs, though. We want liquor and cigarettes at cheap prices too.”

I didn’t need to hear more than that to know what Cemil was dragging us—me—into.

The smuggler had seen that I had come to, though, and was moving back to the bed, his manhood, such as it was, hard again, cruelly curved up. I tried to roll off the bed, away from him, but he was too fast and strong for me. He fucked me stretched out on top of me, my belly to the bed. I reached up and grabbed the rungs of the headboard over my head, and he grasped my wrists with his fists, holding me there, while he fucked me from behind and above with hard strokes.

After they left and I had showered, I took my lunch in the dining room. There were three other couples, all male, having their lunch, all absorbed in each other. Envir, who was waitering today, brought me an Izmir newspaper, which I perused as I was waiting from my food to arrive and mulling at the back of my mind what I possibly could do to keep the hotel from sinking deeper into crime by becoming a distribution center for illicit substances.

I stopped on page two, the trembling in my hands almost preventing me from making out the words in the caption under a photo there. The photo was of some sort of ribbon-cutting ceremony. My periodic, authoritarian older lover in Izmir, Onur, was in the photograph. He was identified as Onur Sadik, police chief over the entire Izmir region, which stretched down to Kusadasi. The man I was fucking once a month, but who dominated me as we fucked, was no less than the top policeman in the region.

“What do you see that makes you smile so?” Envir said, as he poured water in my glass.

“It’s nothing, Envir,” I said. But just maybe it was everything, I was thinking.

* * * *

Moving my hips back, I pulled out of Serhan’s ass, but I remained holding him to me in a chest-embracing hug where I’d held him as I took him in a side split. We were on the iron bed in the bedroom of the one of the Kizlay Haber mountain village stone sections of the triplex I’d had rebuilt. The units were in high demand, but I’d kept one—the one where the contractor, Haluk Badem, had fucked me when only the bathroom had been built—for my frequent trysts with Serhan. He continued to be a sweet and compliant lay. He’d given it all to me this afternoon even though I knew that he was devastated.

The room was much the same as it had been when Badem brought me here and royally fucked me. He’d wanted to do that again after that, but I’d held him off. I was weaning myself away from being used as a bottom in my quest to totally switch sides from a husband of a woman to an exclusive top for men. Only Cemil Teke now was able to pull me back into the role of bottom and only then for other men he was trying to strike deals with and who wanted me to be part of the deal.

Although the room looked mostly the same when it had been in ruins, it wasn’t. Badem’s reconstruction of the stone triplex was complete, and he’d done a great job. This room, though, I’d wanted to leave to appear much as it did the first time I saw it. The wall to the small courtyard, the fountain now functioning, still was low and jagged topped, but what had once been open was glass, with a glass door to the courtyard. The wall to the interior corridor still was one large mirror. Openings at the top had been left to accommodate the vines that still invaded the room. The opening in the roof had been replaced by a large, expensively irregular-shaped skylight. I’d left the bed in the center of the chamber, with no other furniture in the room. The bureau, armoire, and chair were in a dressing room leading to the already-modernized bathroom.

I wanted the focus of the room to be the sturdy iron bed with the pristine white sheeting, and, when possible, on the young man on the bed. I did have tripods and cameras spaced around the bed and light fixtures high up on the walls, providing lighting to highlight the bed.

I took photos of Serhan before, during, and after the fucks. I occasionally brought in guests from the Hotel Antinous who attracted me and who were willing, and photographed them fucking each other on the bed—and, occasionally one of them fucking Envir and sometimes, when he was willing, and he always seemed to be willing, Serhan, although increasingly, as my relationship deepened with Serhan, I kept him to myself. I didn’t fuck or photograph myself with anyone there except Serhan. The photographs and videos sold very well on the Internet to my specialized clientele, and I was being made quite rich from this aspect of my business.

I told Cemil Teke as little as I could about the photography service. If he knew how well that business was doing, I’m sure he would have moved in on that as well as on the hotel business.

After quietly rising from the bed so as not to disturb Serhan in his doze, I padded around and turned off the video cameras that had been filming us and took one of the still cameras and moved around the bed, taking photos of the beautiful young man’s debauched body. He couldn’t lie in anything but a sexy pose if he had wanted to.

Then I went into the bathroom and showered.

When I came out of the bathroom, he was sitting up in bed, looking dejected but very, very desirable. I had been thinking of him and of his body and of the threat that I might be about to lose him if I didn’t do something about his plight. I was in full erection again when I came into the bedroom. I went around and switched the video cameras back on. Moving to the bed, I sat on the side, and, with a shy smile and correctly reading my desire, Serhan crouched in front of me and took my cock in his mouth.

After a few minutes, I pulled him up, positioned his hole on the bulb of my cock, and pulled him down into my lap. The next fifteen minutes, with the cameras whirring, was spent with Serhan’s torso arched back toward the floor, his arms stretched out on the stone floor and me pulling him on and off my cock with a strong grip on his hips. When he had come in an arc splashing back on his belly, I pulled him up and close into my chest and gave him my load.

We sat, rocking back and forth against each other. He was moaning slightly, but I knew he was still in a melancholy mood. He’d told me why after I’d picked him up in his village of Seluk for the drive over to Kizlay Haber.

“I will have to go back to Ankara,” he had murmured, his voice sad.

“Ankara? That’s far in the interior, isn’t it? For a visit? You have family there?”

“Yes, that’s where my family is,” he’d answered. He’d already told me during an earlier tryst that his family lived far away. I’d asked because I’d been in the country long enough to know that the society here was very family oriented. The more family you had about you, the less likely you were to become involved in any activity like homosexuality. Serhan was very open and submissive with me. I wasn’t surprised to hear that was because he was well away from the embrace of his family. “And, no, not for a visit. Forever.”

A chill of consternation raced up my spine. “Forever? You can’t . . . I don’t want—”

“I have to leave Seluk,” he said. “And I have to stop teaching there.”

“Why?”

“I had been sleeping with the principal of my school—before I met you. He was cruel and he beat me, but he took care of my needs too. He has been exposed. It’s only a matter of time before I am implicated in his sin. He was stoned and almost died before the police intervened. It will not go well with him, though. Someone teaching children and sleeping with anyone they aren’t married to, let alone one of their own kind. It’s not tolerated here in Turkey. I don’t want to be stoned.”

“You’d be leaving soon?” I asked. My nerves where clutching. It was all I could do to keep the car on the road.

“If I were not meeting you today, I would already be gone,” he answered. “They have the headmaster at the police station. I’m afraid he was telling them about the men he’d been with.”

We hadn’t had time to say more then; we’d reached the triplex in Kizlay Haber. And the threat of losing him had put me in high heat. We’d gone immediately to the bed.

Now, though, when we’d fucked for nearly two hours and both had come repeatedly, I knew what I wanted to say . . . to do. I’d had time in the shower to work it out . . . time enough that I knew it was a step I wanted to take, that last step to what I wanted in my switching sides lifestyle progression.

We were sitting in an embrace, me on the side of the bed, my cock still deeply embedded in Serhan’s passage, and Serhan in my lap, his legs spread around me, bent, and his knees pressing into my sides. We were embracing each other’s chest with our arms, and kissing.

“I’m not taking you back to Seluk,” I murmured. “From what you’ve said, it might already be too dangerous for you there.”

“But what can I—?”

“I will give you two choices. I’ll buy you new clothes either way. Then I’ll put you on a plane to Ankara if you really wish that. Or I will give you a job at my hotel at Kusadasi. You have a business education and I need someone to manage the reservations desk.”

“A job? In Kusadasi? In your hotel?”

My emotions soared. He’d bypassed the Ankara choice that would have devastated me and went to contemplating working for me in Kusadasi. I could tell that he was pleased by the prospect—and I really did need someone I could trust to run the reception desk, someone not supplied by Cemil Teke.

“And there you have a choice too,” said. “There’s a small flat in the attic of the hotel you could have as your own . . . or . . . you could live with me in the village of Bayraklidede.” I was putting it all out on the line there. It was a serious step to take. Was I ready for it? Yes, I was. I was aching for a permanent relationship.

“Live with you, in Bayraklidede? Be with you? Be your . . . ?”

“You would be my partner . . . my life’s partner,” I answered, looking deep into his eyes to discern what he wanted. Had I gone too far, too fast? No, I could see that I hadn’t.

We kissed deeply and then he pulled back from his embrace around my torso, pressed gently on my chest to signal that I was to lie back, which I did. Then, with me lying back on the bed and him saddled on my cock, Serhan reached down and gripped my waist between his hands and, using the leverage of his feet on the surface of the bed, started to rise and fall on my cock, fucking himself once more astride me . . . while around the room, the video cameras continued to whir, taking it all in.

* * * *

“Did you find something you liked in the paper?” Serhan asked. We were sitting at one of the tables in the dining room at the Hotel Antinous, and Envir was pouring us coffee. He could see that I nearly was grinning.

“Yes, very much, I said,” and I showed him the article in the Izmir newspaper.

“Cemil Teke has been arrested?” he asked. “And that’s good news? I thought—”

“Yes, that’s very good news, Serhan,” I answered.

“Won’t we—?”

“No, we’ll be fine. It’s already taken care of.”

And so it was. The regional police chief, Onur Sadik—my occasional lover who was obviously so taken with me that I barely needed to express my problem before he said he’d take care of it—and of me and my operations in Kusadasi—had proven to be more powerful than Cemil and all his friends combined were. A smuggler had been caught trying to bring drugs and contraband liquor and cigarettes ashore. Cemil Teke had been arrested as well. Both had been hauled off to Izmir and already were on their way to a prison in Ankara. Cemil was well away from here. And Onur had promised that neither I nor the Hotel Antinous would be connected with Cemil’s activities even if Cemil tried to do so. But Cemil didn’t know anything about my connection to Sadik. There would be no reason for him even to know that Sadik was involved in his apprehension and quick transport to Ankara. Teke had too many high-level connections for him to be seen or heard from in public again once he’d fallen from grace.

I had Onur well in hand. He hadn’t asked anything of me other than continued monthly trips to his club in Izmir. I looked around. Serhan was here and enjoying his work at the hotel and doing very well at it. Ever the submissive, he also was doing well and appeared to be happy at our home in the seaside village of Bayraklidede. He continued to be tolerant of anything I desired. I wasn’t asking him to film with other men anymore, but he wasn’t asking me about who I went with other than him. I looked up at Envir, pouring our coffee and giving me a submissive look. I enjoyed him occasionally still.

I looked around the dining room. Three of the couples, two where both were young and muscular, and a sugar daddy and boy toy combination, had happily been filmed fucking in the studio downstairs. Couples booking here were starting to ask for that, as a service, with them getting copies of the DVDs.

Was I content now? Yes, I suppose so, now that Cemil Teke was out of the picture. For the first time I could tell myself I’d made it all the way. It had been a messy switching sides transition from heterosexual husband to what I had now. But it was, I thought, a worthwhile journey. I was a top now exclusively and I was sitting pretty—and well protected—with my businesses here in Turkey.

My sitting pretty lasted for about fifteen minutes.

“There’s a telephone call for you,” Envir approached the table and said.

I went to the office to take the call. It was Onur Sadik, from Izmir.

“I presume you’ve seen the newspaper article about Cemil Teke,” he said.

“Yes, I have. Thank you.”

“There is something you can do to thank me,” he said, “and to earn my continued patronage.”

“What?” I asked, a sense of dread seeping into my bones. This was Turkey. I’d learned what the meaning of “scratch my itch and I’ll scratch yours” meant.

“There’s an important member of parliament who visits Izmir occasionally. He is a special friend of mine, a member of my club, and he’s heard about you.”

“Yes, and?” I asked, knowing I didn’t need to ask.

“You told me that you could be versatile if need be. With Ahmad, you need be. Do you understand?”

Of course I understood. So, it began again.

– FINI –

“I wish you would push this big cock up into my ass.” I said to Vince

 I reach over to the hot man. Then I grabbed for his dick and pushed it into my mouth again. It tasted good. Soo good. I looked up to see Vince reach over to Joe. He started to suck on Joe’s dick some more. Slurping down my brothers dick. Joe moaned as he woke.

“Want more of my fat dick do ya Vince” He asked.

Vince just sucked on his cock which began to grow again. I felt Vince’s huge cock come back to life too. The giant dick pushed down into my throat as it grew and grew. Then after several minutes Vince pulled me from his dick and pulled up Joe’s legs to go for his ass. Joe protested at the motion.

“No way man” He said. “No one fucks…” 

His words were cut of as Vince shoved two thick fingers up into his ass. Then he cried out from the pain as Vince dug into his ass. Yet he still protested to the big hunk.

“My ass still hurts from you raping me” Vince said. “Now its pay back fucker”

Joe tried to get up but Vince pushed him back down. He was bigger and stronger after all. He flipped him over roughly and quickly jumped on Joe’s back, mounting him. He forced his huge cock at the virgin hole and ploughed into Joe’s ass with a very hard thrust. Joe’s screams were frightening as Vince’s monster cock pried open his ass and was plunged into his chute. I watched in horror as he drove every inch of his huge cock into my brother’s ass. Vince’s violent attack concerned me for he seemingly wanted to rip Joe’s ass apart. Joe continued to scream as Vince crawled up on him and pounded his cock savagely into him. Vince looked at me and smiled.

“Come here and kiss me” He said. “Then once I’m done teaching this fucker a lesson I’ll fuck you”

I was quite afraid of him at that moment. He might kill me with that thing. I came up to him and did as he wanted. He grabbed me and kissed me on the mouth. His tongue dug into my mouth and attacked my own. My hand went instinctively to his big furry chest. The minute I touched it my reservations disappeared and my lust for him returned. He continued to savage Joe’s ass. Joe whimpering below as he felt every long thick inch of Vince’s huge member. I moved down and kissed and licked at Vince’s awesome chest. My tongue danced round his fat nipples. I sucked on one for a few moments. Joe grabbed for me and I looked down at his pleading eyes. I know he wanted me to get Vince’s dick out of him. He wanted help from this assault. 

And I thought I should help him. He was my brother after all. But Vince was pure male sex. The sexiest man i had ever seen or known. So instead of helping my brother I presented him my own dick. 

“Suck me” I said. He gave me a tempered look. Vince’s jabbed hard into his ass and commanded.
“Suck his dick” 

Joe squealed and opened his mouth. I slipped my cock into his mouth and he started to suck on my dick. His inexperience mouth on my dick felt odd but not terrible. I resumed kissing Vince’s body. Joe moaned below us. Pulling my dick from his mouth.

“Ughhn, fuck man. Too fucking big” He said of the one ripping his ass up

Vince pulled out of him and told me to climb aboard and fuck him. My dick got rock hard from the thought of fucking my brother. So I crawled behind him and slid my hard cock into Joe’s ass. It wasn’t hard to get in since Vince’s huge cock opened him up real wide. Joe actually pushed back at my cock to take it in.

“Awee” He moaned. 

Vince pushed us down and he straddled my ass. I knew what was to come next. What I had been waiting for since this awesome stud moved in. In one motion he slammed his monster dick into me. Ripping into my ass now.

“Arghh!” I screamed as his massive club bored into my ass. “Fuck, fuck. Awe fuckk” I bit down on Joe’s back as I felt every fat long inch of his cock tear into me. “Yeah” He moaned. “Feels soo good on my dick. Such a great ass buddy””

The huge member was tearing up my ass. I felt so full of dick and he  wasn’t all the way in yet. His massive body crawled up on me and he started to really fuck me. My ass started to hurt because I wasn’t accustomed to something so huge before. I mean yes, I had been fucked by my brother whom had a very big dick all his own. But Vince was a whole other league of dick. Now I know what Joe was feeling. How the immense size of Vince felt. I had never been so utterly filled with dick before. I cried out with each thrust. 

Then he pulled up and slammed down hard into me again. His fat head barreled into my prostate. The huge knob squeezing the cum outta me. I bucked madly as I fucked Joe’s ass like a wild animal. I came into Joe’s beaten ass. The dick in my ass fucking the cum from my dick. 

He moaned under me as I shook from orgasm. Then after my orgasm subsided Vince pulled me from Joe’s ass and crawled back onto his back. Then he slammed back into him hard. I watched as Joe’s ass widened again to accommodate the much larger cock. Vince’s huge balls slammed down onto Joe’s own sack. Then Vince’s picked up Joe and commanded me to suck on my brother’s still rock hard dick. I swallowed Joe’s cock again and sucked on him while he was being ravaged and destroyed by the big hunk. 

Then Vince said to get on the bed before Joe and take his dick in my ass. I got in front of him and pulled my ass cheeks open. Then Vince grabbed Joe’s dick and pushed him at me. Joe’s dick sliced into my ass. The full weight of both of them landing on me. Vince’s monster dick rammed into Joe’ s prostate again and Joe’s body shook on me as he came yet again, this time in my ass. Joe screamed as the huge cock up his ass burrowed into him. 

“Ughnn. Fuck, fuck, awee fuck” I moaned.

I felt Joe’s hot cum drench my insides. a hot heavy load that filled up my bowels. And then I heard Vince getting ready to cum as he ploughed  Joes destroyed ass like an animal. Grunting and moaning loudly as his buckets of cum shot into Joe’s ass. 

“Shiit, shiit, shiit!” Vince bellowed. “Cumming man, cumming!”

Joe collapsed on me whimpering at his pleasure. His ass ruined by the gorgeous stud I new. Vince lay on top of us, groaning in the end of his eruption. Laying on Joe who lay on me. And then we all fell to sleep shortly after again. Finishing this hot sex night in calm silence. That is save for the snoring of my brother… 

Andrew was my best friend in high school. Partially because he was cute but also because we got along well. We were both ‘band geeks’ so there was a comradery within that. We also enjoyed a lot of outdoor activities: running, fishing, kayaking, biking and camping to name a few. Living in a rural area, our bikes were our lifeline until we got our cars. Unfortunately, Andrew was forbidden to have his own car as, when he was fourteen, his parents discovered he steal their car at night to conjugal visits with his eighteen year old girlfriend. So, from sixteen to seventeen, I was “Driving Mr. Wilhelm”, as it were.

During my visits with Andrew, I always found his dad to be rather… intriguing? His parents were young when he was born so when Andrew was fifteen, his dad was only thirty-one (seems Andrew’s libido was genetic!). His dad was a masculine guy, even though he was relatively short at five foot ten. I guess this is average in some places but ‘short’ where we lived – maybe it was all the hormones injected into the food we ate? Seems everyone was six foot or taller – even some of the girls, which I found kinda’ funny. But what his dad lacked in vertical supremacy he more than made up for in his ability to make anything from anything and his knowledge of the outdoors. Be it a bird house or home made go-kart, his dad – Tony – was always making something. His garage was full of stuff. But, unlike so many other garages I’ve seen, Tony’s was highly clean and organized. “Everything has a place and everything in it’s place” he used to say. 

Tony had zero issues with being shirtless in the hot, humid summers. He was active and it showed: his stomach was flat and had the hint of ab muscles and his chest was kinda’ prominent. Tony always had scruff and I was intrigued about how it grew down his throat and connected with his hairy chest. But that’s where it seemed to end as his stomach was smooth. And, by the time we were in our senior year of high school, his chest and beard had a smattering of grey hair here and there. He was definitely a masculine man.

The first time I saw Tony with his shirt off I was coming up on turning fifteen. It was early summer, and I was at Andrew’s messing with his homemade go-kart. We couldn’t get the choke right, so Andrew called his dad, who was happy to help. What should have been an easy fix, ended up being a whole day thing. Tony tore off his shirt and hung it on the hook by the door. I remember being fixated on him and his body – as this was the time he was growing out his beard. The black hair covering his face and growing down to his chest caused me to get hard in my shorts. Being young and dumb I didn’t try to hide it. Andrew was, like always, oblivious. But Tony noticed it, his eyes focusing in on it. He looked up at me and smiled.

It wasn’t too long after that, Tony offered to take us camping. With weather permitting, we went at least once a month. Just Tony, Andrew and myself. We all slept in the same tent. Nothing ever happened but, as I grew older, being that close to Tony always made me hard. Just knowing he was there, close. I could hear his breathing, smell his smell. I knew I was into guys well before this, but it was almost always guys my age in school I was drawn towards – never some ‘old guy’ like Tony. And yet, here we are.

Once we started driving, the camping happened less and less. Young guys like us were into other things. But we did go a couple of times in the summer, much to my delight. Then, when Andrew was allowed to get his own car, the camping pretty much dried up. But I still made time to visit Andrew on weekends at his place so I could hang out with his dad.

Between graduation and college, Andrew told me his dad wanted to take us camping one last time. I tried to hide my excitement. Tony was thirty one and Andrew and I were eighteen, so this would be the last time I’d probably hang out with Tony. And I wanted to do so as an ‘adult’. But Andrew wasn’t too keen on the idea. This meant a weekend away from his girlfriend. Personally, I think it would have done him good as she was a controlling harpy of a female – not pretty either. But she put out and that was a big deal for Andrew. To be honest, if I had someone putting out, I’d probably would have said ‘no thanks’ to the campout also. But I didn’t so I was happy to agree to go.

Arriving at Andrew’s early Saturday morning, only Tony was packing the truck. He told me it would just be me and him, as Andrew decided Beth took priority. Initially I was annoyed, but that quickly changed as my newly ‘adult’ brain clicked, telling me it was ‘only me and Tony – alone – in the woods’. My mind spun with possibilities, causing me to have to adjust the front of my pants as my lil’ man down there stirred. Even at eighteen, in a rural area where the closest town had less than 5,000 people, my options for man-on-man (or even boy-on-boy) activities were limited to null. So, eighteen year old me was a virgin in every aspect of the word. And, being this was 1997, the internet was as much of a virgin in my area as I was. The only other dicks I’ve seen were a few in the school shower during gym. Even at band camp, I showered alone, seeing only a couple guys there in their underwear.

We packed up the truck and hit the road. There was never any tension between Tony and myself. Most dad’s have their kids’ friends call them ‘Mister This or That’. But Tony insisted I call him Tony. But this time… there was some tension in the air initially. Maybe Andrew was a buffer, and his absence amplified this tension? I wasn’t sure. But it was palpable. 

Halfway into the ride, we stopped for lunch. Tony insisted he buy my lunch, even though I was working and had my own money. Afterwards, we jumped back in the truck. The tension seemed to be gone and we talked about school, college, Andrew’s girlfriend and his work. Somehow the conversation turned personal – I still don’t know how that happened. He told me about his first time, who it was with, when and where. He asked me if I knew anything about Andrew and his girlfriend. Andrew told me they’ve been bumping uglies for a while, but that was it. Tony said he figured that but thought Andrew could do better.

“Do you think she’s cute?” he asked.

“No” I admitted.

“Yeah. She’s kind of bossy, no?”

“Definitely” I said with a chuckle. 

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” he asked. I didn’t want to tell him the real reason.

“I don’t know. Just never thought much about it” I lied.

“Come on now! Never? A young, good looking guy like yourself!” he said as we turned onto the gravel road. I could feel my cheeks flush red, being embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you, bud” he started. “You’re tall, play sports…those blue eyes of yours… I just figured girls would be fighting over you!” 

Truth is, there were a few girls that I knew liked me, but I didn’t pursue them for obvious reasons.

“I’ll find one in college” I said. We spent the next few hours setting up camp, gathering firewood, making a pit and hanging our food up in the trees. There weren’t any bears in the area that I knew of, but Tony said‘better safe than sorry’.

As the sun started to set, we sat around the fire quietly, listening to the crackling. 

“You know, you can tell me anything, right?” Tony said, to my surprise.

“Well, I don’t know of anything” I replied. I desperately wanted to tell someone. For the last ten or so years I’ve been fighting these feelings and urges. I dreadfully wanted to find someone I could share my feelings with. Small, conservative, religiously tight communities back then weren’t as accepting of gay people as they are now.

“Would it help if I told you about a secret of mine?” he asked. I looked at him, eyes wide. 

“OK…” I muttered.

“When I was in college” he started “Well, you know. College is a time of experimenting, right?” 

I nodded.

“And this is between us – no one else, OK?!?”

“OK” 

“I meant it, Mike. No one else can know. Not Andy. Not his mother. Not your folks!”

“Did – did you kill someone?” I asked, nervously. He busted out laughing.

“Oh God no! Nothing illegal like that!” he said. “My sophomore year in college, I met a guy. Dale was his name. We became good friends” he said, looking at me.

“OK.”

“No Mike. I mean goooooood friends!” he said, his eyes locked on mine.

“You mean… like… sex?” I asked. 

“Yeah” he said, his eyes never moving from their stare. 

My mind was in a whirlwind. What did this mean? What was be trying to say? How did this happen? Where? When? I started to get hard and rearranged myself in the chair.

“You see, Mike. I was a lot like you at your age: I lived in a small town, I was quiet, smart, good looking, sensitive…” he said. “But I had something eating away at me from inside. Something I couldn’t tell anyone else. Andy… he’s like his mother: out going, head strong, determined. You… You’re a lot like me when I was your age. And, like me, I can tell there’s something going on with you. I won’t force you to tell me anything you don’t want to. But just know, not matter what, I’m here for you. Always” he said as he stood up, walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. My eyes filled with water. I fought back tears as he walked past me into the tent, only to return a few minutes later.

“Dale and I… we were quite the pair. We did everything together. Parties, drinking, spring breaks. We even became roommates our junior year. That’s when we decided to take our relationship to the next level. We started sleeping together. You know: sex.” He took a drink of his beer as I stared at him, eager to hear more. 

“Andy was already born when I was in high school. You know that. But his mother and I went to different colleges. I still visited him and his mother. And we made plans to get married after we graduated. But we weren’t “together” officially until we graduated. We married soon after.”

“So, what happened to Dale? Are you… gay?” I asked. 

“Even though we lived together – Dale and I – we still dated women. We slept with women, too. Dale even had a girlfriend when we were roommates. College…” he chuckled. “College is such a weird time. You experiment; find yourself; figure out what you like and don’t like; live lives you couldn’t when you lived with your parents at home.” He poked the fire with a stick. “I guess we were bi-sexual then. Sex with women… it was great. But there’s something about being with another man… men know what you want, there’s little games and they know how to please you because what typically pleases them also pleases you!”

“I guess that makes sense” I said. My heart beat I could actually feel in my ears at this point. “What happened to Dale?”

“We still keep in touch. He’s married with three kids. He lives in Indiana now I think.” Tony sat back in the chair looking up in the sky with a giant smile on his face. “I do miss him even today. Don’t get me wrong,” he took a drink. “I love Andy’s mother. But there’s a part of me that craves the touch of another man.” He seemed to be dreaming as his eyes remained focus up in the dark night sky. We sat in silence before he broke his trance and looked at me.

“Mike. It’s getting late. You sure there’s nothing you want to talk about before we hit the hay?”

I shook my head no.

“Are you OK – with what I told you?” he asked. “I don’t want you to think I brought you here to ‘try something with you’” he said. “You’re your own man and I’m mine. Nothing more, OK?”

I felt both reassured and sad as I acknowledged what he was saying. “I’m good. Thanks for trusting me with that” I said.

“Well, I told you this so you’d know you can confide in me anything. You’re like my other son!”

We sat there for a while in silence before Tony got up and walked towards the tent. “Make sure you put out the fire before you go to sleep, OK?”

“OK” I replied. I sat in the chair for I don’t know how long before I put out the fire and crawled in the tent. It was summer and still warm and humid even at night, so I turned my sleeping bag inside out so I could lay on the cooler outer skin. I could hear Tony breathing. I looked over seeing only a shape laying next to me, on his left side. As my eyes adapted to the darkness, with the help of the almost full moon, I could make out more of his shape. 

I ran my eyes over his body, imagining what he and Dale did together. I wondered who was the top and who was the bottom. Surely, as manly as Tony was, he was the top. I looked up at the inside of the tent, running my hands down my shirtless torso. I felt the hair between my pecs – how it swirled in a tornado fashion on above and to the outside of my nipples. I pinched my nipple, thinking about Tony and Dale together. My body quivered. I ran my other hand down my rib cage and down my collapsed stomach, finding a hairier belly button before I felt something familiar straining to break free of my boxers. I slid my hand underneath, grazing the sensitive swollen head before running my hand down the shaft to the hairy base. I’ve longed to be smooth like so many other guys, but that’s not the cars I was dealt. I reached my balls. Like always there were heavy with pent up frustration. I wanted to jack off, but I was literally a dick’s length away from Tony. Even if I could do so quietly, I couldn’t be that quiet. And what would I do with the mess I’d make? No. I had to roll over and go to sleep, I thought.

“You awake” I Tony asked, causing me to jump.

“Yeah. You?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He turned over as I pulled my hands off myself. “All this thinking about Dale and I can’t sleep.”

“Me either” I replied. Tony turned towards me.

“You know, you remined me a lot of Dale” he said.

“Really?” I was both stunned and flattered. “How so?”

He sat up on his elbow. “Well, you’re both tall. Fit. Intelligent. Your eyes are blue but his were brown.” He reached over and ran his hand over my chest, my skin tingled. “You’re hairy, too. But not as much as Dale.” He pulled his hand away. “But he was older than you. You’re probably beas hairy as he was by the time you’re his age.” He wouldn’t look away from me. “Dale was a good kisser.”

“You guys kissed!?!” I asked, surprised.

“Of course! Who doesn’t kiss before or during sex?” he said matter-of-factly.

“I’ve never kissed anyone. Other than my mom. And that doesn’t count” I said.

He laughed. “No that doesn’t count. You know” he started as he lowered his voice. “Kissing a woman is nice. Their lips are soft and full, their skin soft. And they usually smell good. But kissing a man is an altogether different experience, yet the same.”

“How?”

“Well, there’s the stubble” he said running his hand over his face, the high pitched sound of skin scrapping against short, hard hair filled the tent. “The first time, it feels weird. Even more so if the guy has a beard or something. But it’s a good thing. It feels nice. Guys have their own, unique scent women don’t have. And there’s a combination of tenderness and roughness that women just don’t have.” 

“Can you show me?” I asked, surprising even myself.

“What?!?”

I hesitated, wondering if I should turn over and go to sleep ignoring the last couple of hours. No. No, I thought. I’ve come this far.

“Can you show me what it feels like?” I repeated for clarity.

“Mike. I’m your best friend’s dad. I’m not sure that’s….”

“I think your attractive” I interrupted. “Always have. Since I first met you. I didn’t know what it was, at first. But over the past couple of years… I just know I want you to be my first. I trust you, Tony.”

“Wow. That’s a big deal” he said, laying back down in his sleeping bag. “You know, Mike. You’re gonna’ meet all sorts of people at college – and after. You really should keep yourself for them.” We fell silent. “But, to be honest. You remind me so much of Dale… I have to admit… you’re such a cutie; such a good guy with a good heart. So trusting.” He turned to me again. “I don’t want to ruin that for you. For us.”

“It won’t, Tony.” I pleaded.

“Mike. I’ve been where you are. You’re not thinking with the right head!”

I sat up, somewhat upset with him.

“Tony. You were younger than me when you lost your virginity. By the time you were my age, Andrew was five or six already! Don’t tell me what you know or don’t know about me!” I yelled. I was upset. I bared my soul to this man I’ve known for years – been attracted to for years – and he’s shutting me down!?!

“Mike! OK. Calm down!” he said reaching over and grabbing me. “Relax. You just dropped a bombshell on me. I wasn’t expecting that.” I laid back down on the sleep bag, breathing heavily.

“Come here” he said, pulling me to him. He pulled me up against his shirtless torso. I felt the scratchy chest hair against my back. It felt good. For the first time, I felt safe in the arms of someone else. I pushed myself up against him tighter, feeling his erection against my back. He wrapped his arm around my chest; I rested my chin on his hairy, hard forearm. His saying earlier about a ‘man’s scent’ clicked with me when I caught a whiff of his scent. His hairy leg wrapped around my leg and rubbed up and down. In the silence of the wood, I could hear our leg hair scratching against each other.

“Mike. I’d be honored to be your first, if that’s what you want” he said.

“I do.”

He grabbed my chin and pulled me around to his face. His lips met mine. Fireworks! My first man-on-man kiss! His coarse beard scoured my lips – my blonde scruff no match for his. Then his tongue entered my mouth. Its enormity and heat filled my mouth as it slowly and gingerly explored every aspect of me. He pulled me over on top of him. I was stomach to stomach and chest to chest with him. I held myself up with my arms.

“Just relax” he said, pulling his mouth from mine. “Lay on me. Your entire body.” I did was instructed as his hands ran from my shoulders down my back and up again. His big hands – the hands I’ve seen so many times created things, work on things, get dirty… now showed their gentle side. I was amazed at the juxtaposition of how two big, manly things can be so gentle. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled over – now he was on top. He straddled my stomach with his knees and rose up. Missing his body on mine, I reached up and ran my hands over his hard, hairy chest. The hairs were so coarse – so different than the downy ones I had. 

“We don’t have the necessary stuff for sex. But there’s I can still get you off, if you’d like?” he offered.

“Uh huh” is all I could muster.

He walked down, backwards, over me, pulling my boxers down in the process. My hardness sprang forward.

“My!” he said.

“What?”

“I didn’t expect you to be so… large!” He grabbed my bouncing dick firmly. I almost busted right then. “You’re going to make someone very, very happy with this” he said as he slowly stroked up and down, pulling the skin ever so slightly. Like clockwork, precum rolled out of my slit, but much more than normal. 

He chuckled. “Wow. To be young again!” he said as he slid his hand up, circled my knob lubing it up really good, then slid it down to the hairy base. My heart was racing and I knew I wouldn’t last long like this. Slowly he moved his hand up and down in the darkness, the little moonlight available causing his body to glow with a halo-like effect. I wished I could have seen him better.

“You ok?” he asked. I was smitten by his tenderness and willingness to protect and please me.

“Yeah. But I’m close” I admitted.

“It’s OK. Just do what you need to do, Mikey!” he said as he sped up his hand. He’s never called me ‘Mikey’. Who would have known that’s all it took? By the second pump my dick erupted in a fountain of white fluid. My body contorted like a circus performer as, what felt like a gallon, of semen shot our of me, covering my face, chin, stomach and, eventually, my stomach.

“God damn!” he whimpered. I’ve never heard him curse like that before and it took me by surprise. He sped up his stroking as I punted out so much cum I thought I’d pass out. I’ve never, ever, put out this much before. My body was convulsing, he held the base of my dick firm as I finally stopped ejaculating – my body relaxing as I inhaled much needed oxygen.

My throat was sore and dry as, even though we were alone, I hampered my screams. I wanted to scream as loud as I could, but everything happened so fast I didn’t have time.

He swung a leg over me, collapsing on his own sleep bag. “Do you mind if I get off now?” he asked. What a stupid question, I thought!

“It’s fine” I assured him. I turned my head as my own hot liquid cooled on my sizzling skin, so I could focus on him. It was dark, but thanks to the moonlight coming through the thin tent material, I was able to focus on him. He jerked himself slowly, his shaft short abut very, very thick, sprouting up from a thick looking bush of hair. He reached over and grab some dripping cum from my side and smothered his dick with it. The ‘snat snat snat’ sound of a well lubed hand on a dick is all I heard as I watched his chest rise and fall, faster and faster and faster. He moaned and groaned. He took his hand, wrapped it around my neck and pulled my to him. My semen soaked body smashing up against his side as he attached his mouth to mine. He moaned a muffled scream into my mouth. I looked down just in time to see his own liquid jet out of his dick, landing on my smooth, hard stomach. He continued to moan in my mouth as his shooting slowed to a dribble. He inhaled, pulling the air from my lungs. I went limp in my arm when he did this. His tongue rummaged around in my mouth for a couple more seconds before he disengaged and dropped his head back down, breathing heavily.

I reached over and ran my hand over his stomach, feeling his thick deposited liquid. It seemed my thicker than mine, I remember thinking, I pushed it into his navel, enjoying the squishing sound it made. Running my hand down to his bush, I touched his hand, causing him to pull it away. His dick dropped onto his wet stomach. I grabbed it and worked his natural lubricant up and down his shaft. He jerked with delight before he laughed and pushed my hand away. “Too sensitive” he said between breaths. We laid there, coiled up together, the smell of ‘man’ filling the tent as we fell asleep.

I groan woke me up. I pulled away from Tony, our mixed juices having dried between us. He pulled his arm from behind my head, obviously in pain from me laying on it all night. He rolled over and stood up, the sunlight hitting his ass. I never thought about his ass before, but having seen it now, it will be a while before I could forget about it.

“Good morning, Mike. You OK?” he asked. I smiled.

“Very much.”

“We need to clean up. Let’s hit the stream” he suggested.

The water was warm as we rinsed off in the stream. I watched him as he cleaned himself off before climbing out and walking towards the camp. I followed suit.

“Are we OK with what happened?” he asked.

“I am. You?”

“Oh yeah” he said with a laugh. 

“So, can I ask you something?” 

“I think that’s not a problem after last night” he said.

“Do you think we could do that again? Sometime?”

He looked at me deeply. “I’d like that. But you have to promise me two things” he said.

“OK..?”

“Keep this between us and, if you ever feel uncomfortable – with anything – tell me immediately. I want these experiences to be positive ones for you.”

“OK. But you have to promise me something” I said.

“Anything!” he replied, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Keep the ‘Mikey thing’ just for these special occasions!”

He laughed.

The Beginning

I’m about to tell you about one of my wildest experiences as an inexperienced 20 year old. I was 20 and I had just finished my third year of college. I was so bogged down with school work that I didn’t do much partying so when Spring Break rolled around, I felt like I’d cut loose and have myself an adventure. I decided that I would visit New York. I had always wanted to visit the big city but there is one key reason why I chose it…Mr. Reynolds. Mr. Reynolds was a next door neighbor that was in his 40’s when I was young and now well into his 50’s. He moved away right before I turned 18 and I remember it so vividly cause he was the only man I had ever found alluring. After my sophomore year in college, I got a friend request and it was Mr. Reynolds. He was a bit older but still looked as handsome as ever. We caught up over messages and it turns out he had found himself a partner while living in the city. He was extremely sweet and often commented on how handsome I was. One night, he messaged me after a night out and mentioned that in one of my photos, my booty looked extremely nice. I had no idea how to take it. I was not sure what to say but I simply replied with a smiley face. The next day he shot me a message and said he was sorry for the inappropriate message. I told him not to worry about it and shot him a winky face. After months of chatting, he mentioned that if I ever visited, I should stop by and he even had an extra room should I need it. Talk about money saver! Fast forward…I’m exiting the airport and my first stop is to drop off my luggage and explore like crazy! I texted Mr. Reynolds and he was very excited to see me. After a bumpy uber ride, I arrived to a cool brick building in the Greenwich area. I got off and found him already at the door with a big smile. I ran up the steps and gave him a big hug. I’m not sure why but he was always really nice and I missed him when he moved away. He was still handsome – 6’3, broad chest, silver hair with a clean shave and a big smile.

“You look amazing Mr. Reynolds!”, I said. “And look at you! Wow. Still as handsome as ever!”

I sorta blushed and walked in. His place was amazing. It was full of art and beautiful velvet couches and chairs. He was a very stylish man. We sat down and began catching up over a glass of wine. I was not quite 21 yet but one glass would not hurt anyone. I had intended to explore but something about Mr. Reynolds kept me glued to my seat. He was so charming! Before I knew it, we had polished off the entire bottle. He mentioned his partner worked on Wal Street and would be home pretty late. He then decided to turn some music on and the vibe just changed. I felt like he was attempting to seduce me and I have no idea why but my dick got so hard. Thank goodness we were sitting down the entire time but all of sudden he asked, “let’s stretch our legs and vibe to this song! “He always loved to dance. I was so embarrassed! I could not stand up but he grabbed me by the hands and forced me to my feet! And there it was! (Why did I wear these thin joggers?!?)Ohhh….Andy, you look like you’re having a really good time. I apologized profusely but he said there was no need. He pulled me in for a hug and low and behold, I felt him getting really hard. In an instant, we locked eyes and began to kiss. 

This 53 year old man knew what he was doing. We went from kissing to his hands in my pants, fingers running between my ass cheeks. I was SHOCKED and turned on. I stopped and asked “what are we doing sir?” He smiled, unzipped his pants and there it was. The biggest dick I had ever seen. He must have been 10 inches. 

He grabbed my hand and had me start stroking him. I have no idea what took over me but I dropped to my knees and asked him, “sir, can I please suck you?” It’s as if I became his bitch in an instant. I wanted to tend to his ever need and if it meant taking all of this dick inside of me, I was ready to do it. 

I stared at him as I began to lick the pre cum off his tip. He replied, “of course cutie. Suck daddy.”

I began to do something I had never done. I sucked so hard. He began to tell me how he use to watch jog and workout when I was in high school. He would actually jack off while thinking about me. His admission caused me to suck on him even harder. I felt the cum filling the corners of my mouth. He began to moan more and more. I was so fucking excited. Out of nowhere, he stopped me and began to strip me down until I was completely nude then he bent me over and asked if I had ever had a man eat my ass. I said no and he began to spread my cheeks wide. I felt his tongue invade my hole. Then his finger then another. I began to moan and as he began to reach a spot that felt amazing. He ate me so fucking good. I was so wet and so turned on that my dick was dripping so much cum….He would stop and with his hand, he would grab my cum and taste it. He kept eating me for awhile when out of nowhere, I heard someone say,

“Well hello!” Mr. Reynolds stopped and invited his partner in. I was mortified until I saw him. His partner was just as hot as Mr. Reynolds! He said hello as I was moaning and he began to strip down. I didn’t know what to do but the next thing I knew, his dick was in my mouth. He was so big. I began choking. The men just continued to eat me and his partner just fucked my mouth until again, I was basically choking on his cum. Then they stopped and Mr. Reynolds picked me up over his shoulder. Off we went to their bedroom. A beautiful bedroom adorned with modern furniture and a big comfy king sized bed. Mr. Reynolds tossed onto the bed as his partner grabbed what I could only surmise was a bottle of lube. They began to massage me everywhere as one turned me to my side and began to lather my ass. I could not believe it but I went from my first time kissing a man to having two men fondling me simultaneously. I felt Mr. Reynolds finger me faster and faster as his partner kissed me. Then Mr. Reynolds asked me to breathe and to relax. I felt him steer his dick into my ass and in he went! I clinched up at first but he continued to push it in. I moaned so fucking loud that his partner giggled. Then he got on his knees and shoved his dick into my mouth, I guess to distract me and it worked. Within minutes Mr. Reynolds went from a gentle motion to downright pounding me so hard. I was moaning and gagging on his partners dick as Mr. Reynolds grinded harder and harder.  Mr. Reynolds began to slow down and whispered, “I’m not finishing yet kiddo. We want this to last all night.” I smiled back at him as he slipped his dick out of my gaping ass. His partner then flipped me around and asked if he could go inside me too? His partner was about 8 inches but really thick. I could not deny him the fun so I grabbed his dick and steered him smack dab into my hole. This time I felt so fucking stretched out. Mr. Reynolds laid there watching his partner pound me. I could not help but shove my boy pussy into his thick dick. I have no idea what came over me but I never felt such ecstasy. I guess he managed to reach my prostate cause my body began to convulse. My dick began to squirt without being touched! I couldn’t believe I was cumming and as I did, Mr. Reynolds grabbed my dick and yanked on it till I felt like I was gonna pass out. 

I cummed so fucking much! His partner shoved his dick so deep and then whispered into my ear, “baby, you have a long night ahead of you.” Mr. Reynolds then shoved his dick into my mouth and without warning, he began to cum down my throat. I just swallowed the load as best I could but there was so much that it shot out of the sides of my mouth. His partner just continued to pound me as I moaned and moaned. His partner stopped and flipped me on my back. This was exciting cause I could see the excitement on his face as he shoved his dick back into me. Mr. Reynolds laid there fondling his limp wet dick. He then got on his knees and made me suck on it. It was still big, even soft. I sucked every drop that remain from his dick. It was a little salty but mostly sweet.

I could not believe it. I licked off everything as his partner pushed deeper and deeper into me. After a few minutes, I came again! I began to scream in sheer ecstasy. Mr. Reynolds massaged my nipples as I came for a second time. I could hardly breathe but I asked if this was normal? 

Mr. Reynolds just smiled and said the night was young. He then grabbed a pill and swallowed while his partner pounded harder and harder. I don’t know if I passed out but moments later, Mr. Reynolds was ready to go again. His partner was a beast and a master of self control cause he pounded away for like an hour and never came. I was already covered in sweat and cum but then his partner slipped it out and slipped under me. My back was on his chest and again, he slipped back into me. But this time Mr. Reynolds got in front and propped my legs up onto his shoulders. I wasn’t sure what was happening but then I felt Mr. Reynolds slowly work his way into me….at the same time. I yelled. They shushed me and began to both push into me. I was shaking. I could not believe I had two men inside of me. 

Mr. Reynolds smiled and said, “imagine your parents finding out about this?” I giggled as they continued to tear my hole apart. Mr. Reynolds was so right, the night was still young.

Dan decided to save my punishment for cumming without permission to the next day. We both had assignments to finish for the next day. So, the rest of the evening we worked on our homework with the TV on in the background. Since starting college a few days ago, this was the most normal I’d felt… but I loved the “new normal” I was living.

The following morning, as I was finishing getting dressed for class, Dan came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled me into his muscular chest and nuzzled my neck. “When you’re out of your afternoon class, I want you to come right back to the room. Do you understand, boy?” I nodded me head and answered, “yes, Sir.” He let me go and I turned to look up at him. He had that glint in his eyes again. “I have a surprise for you, boy. We’re going to take care of your punishment, but there’s going to be a twist.” I looked at him questioningly. “You’re going to have to wait, boy. It’s a surprise.” My dick hardened in its cage.

My classes were pretty uneventful, or more likely I was so distracted that nothing being covered seemed all that important. Finally my afternoon class was over and I rushed back to the dorms to see what was in store for me.

I got into the room to find the lights turned off. One of the chairs was set in the middle of the room with a note and blindfold on it. I picked up the note which said “Take off your clothes, put on the blindfold, and sit.” I did as it instructed and I waited.

After a few moments I heard the door creak open and feet shuffling into the room. It sounded like more than one person entered the room. Was this my surprise..?

Suddenly- a hand covered my mouth and two other hands busied themselves by tying my arms behind the back of the chair. Once this was done, my legs were tied off to the chair legs. I was totally immobile. My mouth was wrenched open and someone stuffed in what I could only assume was a pair of Dan’s used jocks. My mouth was then taped shut. Then my cock cage was taken off.

My silent attackers stood back to admire their handy work. I was rock hard and dripping. “Are you ready for your surprise and your punishment, boy?” I nodded my head enthusiastically. I heard Dan laugh and another guy laugh… it sounded very familiar.

I heard a body move closer to me and lean in towards my ear. “Surprise, buddy.” It was Sam! Sam was in our room seeing me tied naked to the chair and rock hard. Not only that- but he helped to get me into this position.

I felt a hand wrap around my cock. I could tell it was Dan’s big strong hand. “Sam found our video online, and he was very interested in what we’ve been up to.” Dan started stroking my cock and I could feel Sam run his hands up and down my chest. “I explained to him how you came without permission last night, and he helped me come up with a punishment for you… and we are recording it for our channel.”

My heart was beating out of my chest. I was at the mercy of two godly studs and it was being filmed for the whole world to see. I had no idea what was in store for me.

Sam started to pinch and twist my nipples and Dan continues to slowly and torturously stroke my cock. My breathing was getting ragged and I could feel my sweat rolling down my body. Sam leaned his head close to mine again. “We are going to make you cum, and then your punishment begins.”

They continued to edge me until my whole body was quivering. Sam continued his assault on my poor sore nipples, as Dan continued to stroke my cock. I was delirious and my head was swimming. I caught bits and pieces of what Dan and Sam were saying to each other. It was time for the punishment to start.

Sam twisted my nipples as if he was trying to tear them off and Dan was pumping my cock like a piston. I could feel the churning in my groin reaching a fever pitch and I screamed as I blew my load all over the place. I convulsed but the binds on the chair did not let me move an inch. I was quaking as I came down from my orgasm, panting like a dog. Dan and Sal chuckled.

Sam reached into a bag and handed something to Dan, I had no idea what was going on. I heard Dan unscrew the top off a tube and squeeze something into his hand. “Put it on his cock head?” Dan asked Sam. “Mmhmm.” Sam replied.

My cock was still rock hard as Dan grabbed the shaft and ran his hand around the head. I squirmed because of the sensitivity and felt a cool gel applied to my cock head. It felt kind of nice actually. Once he had applied a generous amount, Dan stepped back. I could tell he and Sam were waiting for something to happen. I was afraid what that might be.

The sensation on my cock head changed gradually to warm, and then quickly became burning hot. It felt like my cockhead was set on fire. I screamed into my gag and pulled desperately on my binds to try and get away from the pain. What had Dan put on my cock??

“Goddamn!” I heard Dan in amazement. “He’s really suffering… hot.” I was still pulling on my binds in absolute agony. “Yeah,” Sam replied. “I always keep Deep Heat on me for my sore muscles after wrestling. But I read about it being applied as cock torture online. Seems to be working.”

I didn’t know what to do. I was crying and begging for it to stop, but the gag just turned it into pathetic muffles. I could hear Dan and Sam beating off as they watched my torture. They both exploded and I was showered in cum, still writhing and begging for mercy.

I grew up in a predominantly blue-collar Catholic family back in the sixties and seventies. My father was one of thirteen children. Nine of them were male, and the other four sisters. Strangely, all four sisters lived far away, and we seldom saw them. Five of the brothers lived in the same suburb and we interacted very frequently. My mother was one of four sisters, who also lived rather nearby. Our home was like a busy train station, because my dad was a very outgoing person, and loved having family around. Although we also visited relatives, our home seemed to be the hubbub of family activity.   

Fortunately, I got on well with most of my cousins, and so I always enjoyed our gatherings. Everyone always contributed to the get-togethers, and so it was not a financial strain on my mom and dad.

As luck would have it, one of the families that did not live close by was my least favourite. Monty was my father’s slightly older brother, and his three boys were ogres that I could not abide. Joyfully, interaction with them happened no more than twice a year.

In a family of roustabouts, Monty and his mob took matters to an even grubbier level, and even his unattractive and coarse wife, who was, reviled by the entire family. Monty was into any kind of activity where men beat the shit out of one another. Having been a wrestler, he and all his boys were into and participated in contact sports.   

Shortly after, I began participating in gymnastics at the age of twelve; Monty’s motley crew visited us. To my horror, my dad insisted I perform flick-flacks and tumbles for them. From then on, all three of his sons, particularly Gerald, referred to me as ‘The Ballerina.’ Fortunately, Harold and Arthur, Monty’s other sons were not as annoying as Gerald was. Gerald was two years older than I was, and all three siblings had been born a year apart, with Arthur, the youngest, my age. 

During future visits and for the next four years, Gerald made sure that at one or another point when we were alone, he would torment me with his wrestling prowess. Much as he dominated my body, Gerald never became too carried away and was always content just playfully subjugating me. Much as I believed, that he was simply a bully, with every passing year his demeanour began to take on an almost sexual ascendancy. 

I did not enjoy his machinations, and as he matured, his body seemed to give off an ever-increasing, primal stench as his grubby hands constricted me. Masculine odours had never worried me because the men in my family never bothered with deodorants and cologne, and the smells of cigarettes, rum, and the hardworking hum were part of my daily existence. Monty’s mob, however, always took stench to a higher level.   

Shortly after I turned sixteen, I thought my life had ended when on one of Monty’s visits he invited me to join him and his boys on a camping trip.

Left with no option to refuse, because by now my parents had become suspicious that I could be gay. In their stupidity, they most probably believed that roughing it up for a week with Neanderthals might cure me.

With the camping site beyond our home, in the opposite direction from where the monstrous quintet lived, I was collected from my home. Shortly after our departure, Monty let the cat out of the bag, when he said, “We have promised your parents that we are going to make a man out of you this week.”

This comment was like a green light to six sets of arms sitting in the back of the huge truck they drove, because all three of my cousins began to ‘torment’ me in the back of the pick-up, to the delight of Monty and his Betty, my aunt.

“Take it easy with Jamie, boys,” Monty admonished with a total lack of commitment.

Thankfully, after several minutes, the boys simmered down. For the duration of the journey, I remained stuck between Gerald and Harold, the two largest oafs.

‘Oh, Jesus, this is going to be a week from hell,’ I thought to myself, surrounded by the hum of overtly masculine odour and I could not help wondering how often Monty and his tribe of reprobates showered.

When we arrived at the camping site, I saw that we would be occupying two tent-like structures. Monty and Betty would be in the one with the double bed. In the other tent, there were two three-quarter beds, and two comfortable-looking stretchers for us four boys. To my great relief, there was a separate general ablution area, which looked rather decent.

After entering our tent, Gerald took command. “Arthur, you and Harold get the stretchers, and The Ballerina and I will sleep in the beds.”

There was no protest and only a snide chuckle at the comment. Monty’s mob had often visited this place and knew the sleeping arrangements. It was obvious that my cousins had discussed this decision earlier, in respect of my far less than masculine bearing.  

 By the time we arrived, it was too late in the day for one of the many walks that lay ahead for us.

Shortly, the fire was on the go, the rustic wooden table was set with the salads that Betty had brought in their camping refrigeration unit. When the meat finally was prepared, the meal was delicious.

When we got to our tent later, I had begun to relax and I was getting into the swing of things. When we all got into our beds that evening, my cousins were all wearing scants, and I did not get a look at them naked. Nonetheless, I was, greatly impressed by all their well-developed and masculine bodies. They were hotter than I had ever anticipated, despite their below-average facial looks.

‘Maybe this week won’t be as bad as I thought,’ I ruminated as I got into bed.

Sleep shortly overwhelmed my thoughts as I drifted into oblivion.

The following day was also far better than I had expected, and Monty and my cousins’ knowledge of fauna and flora impressed me. Gerald, in particular, was very attentive towards me, and even began referring to me by my name, instead of the usual ‘Ballerina.’

That evening as we gathered around the fire, I excused myself to head off to the ablution area. As I stood at the urinal, I popped a boner. With no pressure to return to the others too quickly, after I had peed, I entered one of the toilet cubicles for a good old wank.

As I got into stride a voice from above scared the bejesus out of me. “Are you enjoying yourself, Jamie?” Gerald asked as he peered over the side of the stall, presumably standing on the toilet seat next door.

Fumbling frantically, I pulled my pants up and exited the stall to face Gerald, who had a shitfaced grin.

“We’ll discuss this later,” Gerald said before we both joined the others.

I was pleased that in the subdued light, nobody could see the flushed embarrassment on my face. I could not stop wondering, however, what Gerald would want to discuss with me about the occurrence. 

The meal was as good as the night before because Betty had visited the town close by to buy fresh produce while the men and I had been on our excursion. She did not enjoy walking in nature.

Before the evening ended, Gerald insisted on making hot chocolate for all of us, as a treat. After we consumed his offering, we all headed off to bed.

As we got into our beds, Arthur and Harold were asleep instantly.

“Wow, Arthur and Harold must be exhausted,” I exclaimed with a giggle.

“Nah… I took care of them,” Gerald remarked.

“What do you mean?” I asked, flabbergasted.

Gerald told me that he had put half of one of his mother’s sleeping tablets in each of their cups.

“Why?” I incredulously asked.

“Because I don’t want them to disturb us,” Gerald replied.

Before I could utter another, “why?” Gerald rose and stood next to my bed.

“Turn onto your side, because I want to spoon with you,” he instructed me.

Dumbstruck, I simply obeyed.

Without pause, Gerald got onto the bed and moved up close to me. A ceaseless inexorableness to his actions followed as if he was appropriating me. Along with his hand that now commence caressing my chest, I could feel his hardness pressing up against my backside. Finally, his tongue joined in as he started prodding it into my ear.

My mind was in turmoil, as this happened to me. Firstly, my childhood nemesis had just become an erotic Eros. Secondly, however, Gerald was my cousin, and so, sensual as this was, it was just fuckin’ weird.

As Gerald’s actions escalated, his caressing right hand first began tweaking my nipples, before it moved inside my underpants and began toying with my knob. Simultaneously, Gerald’s left hand guided my head and mouth toward his lips. The most incredible kissing session now ensued with me firmly in his grasp, with his cock vigorously rubbing our combined fabrics in my arse crack. 

When his demanding lips lifted a short while later, Gerald said, “I have always been crazy about you. All my torment was simply so that I could get my hands on you. I have waited a long time… And tonight I gonna fuck you long and hard.”

Given no chance to respond, his mouth again annexed my lips. As his kissing intensified, Gerald began repositioning our bodies as he moved on top of me. With both his hands, cradling my head and our mouths fused, a shrouded sword fight commenced as our scant-covered dicks frantically rubbed against one another.

A short while later, Gerald lifted and removed our underpants. In the faint light of the solar lamp still burning, I got a quick glimpse of his bushy crotch. It did not surprise me that he was uncut, a ritual not practiced in our family. Having as many cousins as I did, the boys and uncles had often seen one another naked as we growing up. It did amaze me, nonetheless, that in a family of well-endowed men, Gerald was the star performer.

Now fully naked, we once more took up where we had left off. Gerald seemed to be in no hurry.

After a long while, Gerald asked, “Do want to suck me before I fuck you?”

Overcome by horniness, I simply blurted a lustful, “Yes.”

When Gerald moved up my body on his knees, I folded my pillow double before placing it under my head. As his dick neared my mouth, I was pleased that the solar lamp was still operational. Gerald had a long thick knob that, fortunately, tapered toward the front. ‘At least I’ll be able to get half of it in my mouth,’ I thought to myself.

As I began to tug on his dick, I noticed, that despite the smaller head, the foreskin was rather tight.

“Does your foreskin retract?” I asked.

“Only, just, with a bit of effort,” he answered.

“Is it difficult to clean?” I inquired.

“I don’t,” Gerald succinctly countered.

With the enjoyable and odorous crotch pong enchanting me, I decided to let sleeping dogs lie and not encourage a musty retraction.

Shortly, my skull fucking commenced. Gerald produced an extraordinary amount of precum, which made the task far easier. Although Gerald took control of my head in both hands, he did not go hell for leather, and the blowjob was extremely enjoyable. By the time I hit the halfway mark on his dick, a lot of sludge began running down my chin. Patiently, Gerald kept pulling his dick out of my mouth, before scooping up the slobber off my chin and smearing it on his dick. It was also clear that he was on a mission to go as deep as possible into my mouth and down my throat.

Repeatedly, Gerald followed his quest, all the time encouraging me to relax and take as much cock as possible. As the thick base of his cock inched ever closer to my nose, I was amazed at my newly acquired skill. What astonished me most was despite the ever-increasing intrusion into my throat, I did not gag.     

When Gerald’s entire dick, finally disappeared in my mouth, he let out a triumphant roar, before exclaiming, “Jesus, Jamie, this is the best blowjob I have ever had… You should give Arthur a few tips because he is useless.”

Thankfully, Gerald then pulled his knob out of my mouth, because if he had not, I would have choked at that mindboggling information.

My reprieve was short-lived, because having crossed the Rubicon, Gerald now got down to business. With my throat well and truly primed, he became a voracious face-fucker.

When Gerald unloaded a short while later, the amount of cum I swallowed was like a tidal wave of jizz. If I mistakenly thought that we were done, his next move eradicated that thought as I was turned and placed on my stomach.

“I can cum three times in a row without losing my erection,” Gerald boasted in my ear as he lay on top of me, before asking, “So often have you been fucked in the arse?”

“Never,” I honestly replied.

“Wow… Jeez, Jamie, so I’m about to take your cherry?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Well, so now we’ll both have something we’ll never forget,” Gerald, gushed.

Next, Gerald started spitting between my cheeks. Once he had supplied copious amounts of spit to my backside and his dick, the inevitable incursion commenced. Gerald was extremely careful to make my defloration as comfortable as possible. At a glacial pace, he very gradually entered my arse.

The discomfort was minimal, and very soon his actions became heavenly. As a steady cadence got underway, Gerald’s mouth and tongue traversed my shoulders, neck, and ears, as those grubby hands ran down my arms and eventually intertwined with my smaller fingers. The cadence of his thrusting was the most monumental and sensual experience of my life. My calamitous cousin was turning me on more than I had ever imagined possible.

After a magnificent hour of variable thrusting, Gerald unleashed his seed into me. Once we were done, he said, “Listen, buddy, I think we had better get some sleep.”

“Sure,” I answered, “But there is just one thing I would like to know, what’s up with Arthur?”

As Gerald lay next to me, he let out a chuckle, before saying, “Recently, Harold and I have taken to face-fucking Arthur… Horny men are what they are,” he concluded with a chortle.

“So, Arthur is okay with that?” I asked in disbelief.

“Well… Let’s just say that Harold and I can be very persuasive,” Gerald answered unashamedly. 

“Didn’t he tell your parents on you?” I questioned.

“No. In any case, dad caught Harold face-fucking Arthur,” he said with a giggle.

“Oh, fuck, what happened?” I asked with alarm.

“Nothing,” Gerald answered, before relating the following story.

As Arthur began bleating about his dilemma to his father, Monty told him to shut up, adding that he did not want to get face-fucked, he should have fought harder. With a chuckle, Monty then concluded, that he would rather have Harold and Gerald face-fucking Arthur, than having the family ending up with unwanted pregnancies, especially at their age.

I was so stunned, that I did not have any more to ask. As Gerald arose before returning to his bed, he issued the last straw, as he informed me that he had a suspicion that Monty had now also started face-fucking Arthur.

Gerald quickly drifted off to sleep, but my mind was in such turmoil, that I could not switch off. The last family group that I would ever have expected this kind of behaviour from, was Monty and my calamitous cousins. My mind began working overtime as I thought about all my other uncles and cousins.

The following evening, Gerald followed the same procedure, and we once again had glorious sex.

The next night, however, Gerald’s plans went awry when Arthur, unbeknownst to us, accidentally spilled his cup on hot chocolate. As Gerald began his skull-fucking ritual, Arthur appeared next to us.

I almost had a heart attack, but Gerald seemed quite calm, as he asked, “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Why should I be?” Arthur asked in a puzzled tone.

“Well for the past three nights I have put a half a sleeping pill in the hot chocolate I gave you and Harold,” Gerald matter-of-factly professed.

“Fuck… You are a selfish cunt. Well for your information… I spilled my cup tonight. Why haven’t you told Harold and me?” Arthur declared with disgust in his tone.

“Because I wanted Jamie to myself,” Gerald unashamedly stated.

“Well, that won’t be happening tonight,” Arthur defiantly answered.

“Actually… Maybe it’s a good thing that you are watching because maybe you’ll finally learn how to give a decent blowjob,” Gerald disdainfully countered, before adding, “Now watch and learn.”

Gerald now made a meal of showing Arthur how he conquered my mouth and throat. In my side vision, I saw Arthur drop his scants and commence tugging on his dick. After my initial fears, something about Arthur’s voyeurism was unbelievably erotic and stimulating. It also did not escape me, that Arthur had a great-looking cock. 

After Gerald had finally cum, he arose and addressed Arthur by saying, “Okay, cock-sucker, now it’s your turn.

In a flash, Arthur was astride my torso and offering me his dick. Although slightly smaller than Gerald’s cock, in shape it was virtually a carbon copy. With my throat now fully primed, Arthur’s knob went balls-deep instantly. The cries of elation and groans of disbelief from Arthur were fantastic.

“You see, cock-sucker, that’s how it’s done. I won’t accept any excuses from you in the future,” Gerald said, interrupting us in a commanding voice.

Taking control, I now gripped hold of the shaft of Arthur’s cock and found that, unlike his brother, his foreskin retracted easily. The musty, pissy smell did not worry me as I commenced licking his dick-head. Arthur’s reaction was priceless as he began to squeal and tremble with excitement. Unfortunately, this did not escape Gerald as he stood watching us. 

Shortly, overcome by horniness, Arthur’s dick erupted like a volcano.

Once Arthur got off the bed, I looked at Gerald who had the expression of a child, precluded from something incredible. As I watched, Gerald gripped hold of his cock, and with great effort, pulled his tight foreskin back over the glans. After mounting my torso, as his dick moved closer an overwhelming pungent smell assailed my nostrils. Like an obedient trooper, I simply began to lick his acrid cock-head.

My unpleasant task instantly bore fruit as Gerald began to shudder manically from the attention to the sensitive glans. The smell and taste soon dissipated, enhanced by the pleasure of Arthur’s mouth that had now imbibed my knob.

The pleasure of being face-fucked and having my dick sucked was incredible.

Our pleasure train then became derailed when a gruff voice suddenly said, “Oooh… Looks like we have some great family bonding happening here.”  

We had been so busy and noisy, that we had not seen Monty entering our tent.

As we all looked at him sheepishly, Monty smiled and said, “Relax, boys. There is nothing more beautiful than watching cousins showing love to one another.”

As we remained statuesque, Monty then asked, “What’s up with Harold?”

Arthur then found his voice and blurted the hot chocolate story.

“Jesus, Gerald, why are you such a selfish arsehole?” Monty asked disdainfully.

“Sorry, dad,” Gerald remorsefully replied.

“Well… Let’s hope your drug lord days are over,” Monty answered in an austere tone.

Bizarre as this all was, I had begun to relax slightly. With no imminent threat in the air, I started focussing on Monty. Like all his boys, although he was unattractive, it was clear that they had inherited his manly physique. He was larger than my cousins were and had a substantial gut, but there was nothing flabby about him and his bulkiness looked rock-solid. As I looked at the front of his boxer shorts, I wondered what they would reveal.

As we all stared at Monty in our frozen state, he casually sat on Gerald’s bed next to us and said, “Well, seeing we have no television, let’s see how entertaining you guys can be.”

Gingerly, Gerald once more began inserting his smelly pacifier into my mouth, and Arthur recommenced sucking my dick. In my peripheral vision, I could see the salacious escalation on Monty’s face, as the lustful cacophony before him grew in volume. Shortly, his rough tradesman’s right hand started lustfully rubbing the front of his shorts. Monty’s left hand then began circling his stomach, stopping frequently to tweak one or other of his nipples.

Not long after, Monty stood and pushed his boxers down. As he sat down again, unfortunately, his gut obscured the full splendour of his dick. What was clear, however, was that whatever he was tugging on seemed to be a handful.

On our bed, things were reaching boiling point, and soon Gerald again came in my mouth as I unloaded into Arthur’s mouth. Afterward, Arthur and Gerald moved away from the bed.

As I lay there, Monty stood up and moved closer to me. Looking down at me, he said, “You know, when we visited you and you did all that gymnastic shit, I always got a hard-on. I am sure some of your other uncles also felt the same way. There are things I could tell you about some of my brothers, but I won’t.” After a pause, he then continued, “Your dad was always the boring one and never messed around… He is just too fuckin’ straight-laced.”

Monty now let out a chuckle before resuming. “I have always believed that boys will be boys. Fuckin’ around with sisters, female cousins, and nieces is not a good idea. The consequences are too dangerous, but, with no ovaries to worry about, who gives a fuck when boys can have some fun? As long as they are sixteen or older.”            

“You should see how great Jamie sucks cock, dad,” Gerald proffered, as I glanced at Monty’s upgraded version of Gerald’s dick.

Without further conversation, Monty got on the bed and straddled my body. It took some manoeuvring to prepare for my next, skull-fucking given the size of Monty’s gut, but soon with the top of my head shrouded by his large stomach, Monty anchored himself on the back of the headboard. Monty was not as gentle as both his boys were. The additional weight pummelling my head also proved to be rather taxing.

Strangely, however, the extra strain my mouth was taking and his large flopping balls slapping against my throat, excited me incredibly. Additionally, battling for air seemed to enhance the stimulation enormously. Unlike Arthur and Gerald, Monty was oblivious to youthful tentativeness and thrived on total domination.

In the melee taking place, and the ever-escalating noise level as Monty grunted, and Arthur and Gerald robustly egged him on, Harold awoke. After drowsily joining his brothers in a state of bewilderment, Harold got up to speed about what was happening. This was all unseen by me.  Harold and Gerald almost came to blows, but thankfully, Arthur was able to calm them down.  

After my most almighty face-fucking ended thus far, and in the biggest waterfall of jizz to date, Harold demanded that he was next. Sated on spunk, I watched as the next cock approached my mouth. By now, my throat could accommodate a sixteen-wheeler truck.

What set Harold apart from his siblings was that he was a grinder. His dick was on par with Gerald, but once he was balls deep, his hips ground his cock in my mouth, with me frequently reminding him I needed oxygen. The heady crotch smell, in keeping with his clan, and the lashing of sperm Harold spewed was fantastic. 

Afterward, four sets of eyes scanned my body before Gerald announced that I needed to turn onto my stomach. Disappointingly, no kissing had taken place thus far. I presumed that in one another’s company, the men believed that was simply too gay.

To my surprise, Arthur was up first for my butt-fucking session. From the get-go, Arthur seemed to be in heaven and grunted animated throughout. Any concerns I had about our noise levels got annulled by Monty’s mention that apart from sleeping pills, Betty always slept with earplugs, to negate his bad snoring.

After Arthur had cum, grinding Harold fucked me. During his stint, laughter broke out when Monty mentioned that the salsa lessons Harold’s girlfriend had insisted he take had obviously paid off.

When Gerald took his turn, I wondered if any kissing would take place. It did not. His penetration, however, was harder and more dominant, having no doubt picked up pointers from his father.

Monty then took the top spot, as he pounded my backside mercilessly. After a severe spearing, Monty roared as he unloaded into me.

Much as I had enjoyed the evening, I was exhausted as the party broke up and everyone got into bed. Before doing so myself, however, I had to visit the toilets.

Upon my return to the tent, it sounded like all my cousins were soundly asleep. When I was about to drift off to sleep, a body slid into bed next to me.

“Hi, it’s Arthur. I’m going to fuck you again.”

I giggled inwardly that at no point anyone had ever given me a choice thus far. Not that I cared.

As I lay on my back, Arthur got on top of me and began passionately kissing me. Tired as I was, this was worth the sleep deprivation. Not only was he a brilliant kisser, but his ardency was spectacular. I was not under any delusion about the happenings thus far, but it felt like Arthur was making love to me.  

I was sad that no verbal interaction took place, for obvious reasons, but his excited murmurs were wonderfully gratifying. Arthur turned me onto my side and lifted my leg over his legs before entering me. The sensuality of his mouth traversing my neck and face was spectacular. In addition, as he slowly fucked me, his hand fondled my cock and balls erotically.

After we had both finally cum, he once more got on top of me and continued kissing me for several minutes. When Arthur finally departed, I wished I could have shared my bed with him all night long.

The following morning was very amusing. As all the men joined Betty who had begun to prep our breakfast, she turned up her nose and said, “Jesus, you guys stink. I think it is time for all of you to take a shower.”

Giggling like naughty schoolchildren, the five of us headed off to the ablution area. Once there, we all had our morning constitutionals, before heading to the showers. As the nozzles began spaying water, laughter broke out when we all got erections. Although the campsite was not very busy, we consensually decided that we had to be cautious. Because of Gerald’s hot chocolate indiscretion, as retribution, Monty decided that he should shower quickly, and take up station as our sentry at the entrance. Gerald was not happy but had no say in the matter. Monty instantly had me kneeling on the floor with his cock heading for my mouth.

“We’d better be quick, or Betty will have a shit-fit,” Monty exclaimed.

As Monty face-fucked me, Harold and Arthur tugged on their cocks. My head propelled back and forth, as my mouth rotationally moved from one to the other man’s dick. It was a frenetic scene.

Not long after, with my head held back, all three men unloaded all over my face. Not to be excluded, Gerald who had been wanking as he acted as our sentry also rushed over and made a deposit. 

That evening, once we were all sure that Betty was in la-la land, all hell broke loose in our tent. Arthur set the tone by passionately kissing me as the action was about to commence. To my elation, this triggered a snogging festival, not only with me but also between all the men. For the following hour, the bed undulated. Bodies writhed and pounded in an orgiastic, and orgasmic melee, of intercourse.

Although none of us was well versed in man-to-man action, it was as if a deviant imp was compelling us to unimaginable new avenues of gratification. Apart from kissing, ardent body and armpit licking, rimming soon followed. When I began rimming Monty, I thought he was going to explode from the thrill of pleasure.

When the evening, ended, both my orifices were overflowing with spunk. As I was about to drift off to sleep, Arthur again crept into my bed.

The next morning, Monty, unprompted by Betty, suggested another shower session, which replicated the previous day.

Sadly, that night would be our last evening, and all the men made sure it would be memorable. The session lasted so long that even Arthur was too exhausted for his follow-up ritual.

As we drove home the following day, Monty invited me on their next outing. He even went further to say, that, as I had never been to their home, it was high time I did so.

I gladly accepted both proposals.

The following Saturday I got a surprise phone call from my uncle, Curly. Curly, dad’s older brother was several years older than my father and all his children had left home by now. The irony of his nickname was that as a young man he had a mop of curly hair, but was now completely bald.

Curly was the only brother in the family, who had a swimming pool. Sadly, although he lived close by, he was married to a bitch who thought she was better than everyone else was. Gertrude, the bitch, seldom visited our house. She was also infamous, because our entire family was practically, never invited to use their pool.

Curly informed me that Gertrude and her friends were out for lunch and a movie thereafter, before inviting me to join him for a swim. I was intrigued as I made my way to his house because this had never happened before.

After he opened the door and invited me in, he said, “Monty told me you guys had a lovely holiday together.”

“Yes,” I demurely answered.

“Great… So why don’t we pick up where you guys left off,” Curly replied as he pushed his shorts down, revealing another spectacular family cock.  

We both knew the gun was just for show; an added thrill. We both pretended it was real though and when I tapped the barrel on his window, he immediately reached across an opened the door for me and then casually brought his arm back and let his fingers protectively rest over the crotch of his pants. Yeah, that was sweet; like he was shy about it and his mind was already racing with fantasies. I slid into the passenger seat, shut the door and motioned with the gun for him to start driving. He pulled out slowly and I growled, “Both hands on the wheel.” 

He complied and while holding the gun in my lap my other hands reached across and settled exactly where his had been; my palm on his dick and balls. He flinched dramatically. I grinned at him. “Like that?” I asked in a gruff voice. “Like my hand on your dick? I know you do.” His hips squirmed a little but he ever so slightly shifted them forward, pressing himself into my hand. He stammered and blushed. I like that reaction. “No, I..I..” He couldn’t get the words out. 

I squeezed and could feel his shaft already stiffening. I slid my grip along his dick until I reached the head and pinched it hard. I swear he yelped and almost swerved the car. “Eyes on the road, hands on the wheel, ” I murmured. “Okay, ” he replied. “I’m going to keep this handy, so don’t get cute, ” I said, laying the gun in my own lap. Then I reached over and fumbled his belt open and unzipped his pants. I pushed his boxers aside and pulled his rapidly swelling dick out. It was already half-hard so I knew he was enjoying the developments. 

He looked down at my hand encircling his dick and his mouth opened. “Watch the road, ” I told him again and began slowly sliding my fingers up and down his dick. With one hand I kept jacking him while I put the pistol between us. I unzipped my pants and took my cock and balls out. I saw him glance at them and he actually gasped. “Fuck, fuck, ” he whispered. 

I reached over and twisted his right hand off the steering wheel and shoved it against my hardening cock. I felt a tremble go through his body and I continued stroking his dick. “Pull over at the next exit, ” I told him. “You’re going to like this.” He sighed loudly and nodded. “Yes, sir, ” he said softly.

Walking home in the pouring rain is not my favourite pastime, especially at night. I usually ride my bike, but not on the dark country lanes I have to traverse to get to the small cottage I rent from a farmer if I am working late. If I am out of an evening, I usually use a taxi to get to where I’m going, and home again, though most don’t like to drive the hundred yards or so along the track to my cottage. Most of the time the place is perfect. I’m a writer, a bit of a loner, and I like my privacy. I class myself as mildly bisexual, though I’ve never actually had sex with another man. I also do ninety percent of my work from home! Now, with my hood pulled over my head, I walked as rapidly as I could along the rather open track across the field to my house.

Suddenly the rain stopped. Or it stopped landing on me and the area around me. In fact I seemed to be surrounded by a sort of curtain of water. Everything went still as I stopped walking, wondering what the hell was happening. Something inside my head screamed run for the house, but I found myself unable to move — like being in a nightmare where you can see something nasty approaching, but can’t move a muscle … Then the world stopped. I was aware of movement, of someone holding my ankles, of my clothes being removed, but it was all unreal. Detached, unrelated to anything I recognised, and then … Nothing.

The dream was incredibly vivid, and full of sensations. In it I was in a semi-reclining position on my back, my legs raised and splayed wide, and my arms fixed to rigid rests at ninety degrees to my shoulders. Other figures seemed to be busy around me, all of them unrecognisable, all of them shiny black rubber mannequins. From what I could see of myself, I appeared to be dressed in the same skintight black latex, and my penis was encased in a device that covered my crotch and induced the most wonderfully erotic sensations in it. Bewilderingly, my mouth appeared to be filled by a detailed dildo and there was something filling my anus as well.

Unable to stop myself, I felt my cock explode in the most awesome ejaculation I’d ever experienced, and then I was joined by more figures in shiny black latex, their maleness and arousal plain. They adjusted several things outside of my sight — I appeared to be very firmly strapped to whatever I was laying on — and suddenly I was swallowing a most refreshing and tasty nectar … Then, after a second wonderful and all consuming ejaculation, everything changed again. The ‘dream’ took on an even more unreal appearance. Another figure was placed beside me in the same position and restraint. I saw the strange mannequins insert what looked like a big plug into his anus, and the gag they strapped into his mouth had a pipe attached. 

All the while the thing encasing my cock continued its massaging of my cock. It was bliss, it was torture, it was unbelievably erotic …

I woke up in my own bed, naked and feeling more alive than I could recall. I also had a raging erection. But, how had I got here? And who could I hear downstairs in my kitchen? Throwing back the duvet, I slipped out of bed. Now if there is one thing every man knows more intimately than anything else about his anatomy, he knows his cock. Now I stared at mine in shock. It had been a fairly modest organ, cut, with a nicely shaped ‘head’ and a reasonable length and girth, enough to be fun, to do the business with the few women I’d courted, but not spectacular.

Now, it was thicker, longer and heavier, and my balls matched it. My pubic hair was also missing, as in gone. No trace of hair under my arms, in my crotch, on my arms or my legs. I was yanked back to paying attention as someone began to come upstairs. I grabbed the duvet and wrapped it round my waist aware that my erection was now even harder and, worse, very obvious.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” Mike, my occasional drinking buddy and friend, grinned. He was dressed in just a teeshirt and pair of lycra cycling leggings, the bulge in his crotch on display. “Hope you don’t mind, we were both soaked last night, and you were so out of it … Your kitchen door was unlocked, so when you didn’t answer, I let myself in. It was too late to head home, and it was raining …” He eyed me, a silly smile on his face. “I was going to leave you a note, but then I heard you …”

I dragged my eyes out of the bulge in his crotch. Why hadn’t I noticed how sexy he was before this? “No,” I swallowed. His package looked so inviting, I wanted to reach out and touch … I shook my head, what the hell was the matter with me? “No, it’s fine. I got soaked getting home last night, and then something weird happened … It’s been a weird night, one way or another.”

“It was, for both of us.” He grinned, putting down the two mugs of coffee. “Why don’t you just lay down on the bed and let me deal with that beaut demanding attention there, and then you can tell me all about your part of it …”

I made to protest, but he had the duvet off me and thrown aside, his arms round me, and his mouth covering mine before I got any further than, “But …” I surrendered to his embrace, surrendering to his demanding tongue, his caresses and finally his total domination as he laid me on my back, then knelt between my legs and took total control of my cock.

He knew exactly what he was doing, bringing me to the edge, and then stopping until I was whimpering and begging him to let me ejaculate. Then he, now naked, lay on top of me, his erection, as hefty as my own, pressed into my stomach, and smiled. “I will give you what you want on one condition.”

“Anything, Mike,” I smiled. I’m not rich, and I haven’t much anyway. What could he possibly want that I had? “What do you want from me?”

He grinned. “You. As my latex sub. My lover. My slave when I need you to be. I want you to live with me.” He gripped my rigid cock. “I want this to be available when I want it and how I want it.” He grinned. “Or you’ll never have another cumshot.”

“What?” I gasped. I read his expression. What had he done to me?

“I haven’t ‘done’ anything.” He grinned. “But last night I was waiting for you to come home, and I saw what happened to you — and managed to make them do it to me, with a little extra.” He paused. “Fuck, it was too good a chance. Do you remember dreaming? It wasn’t a dream.” He grinned. “I’ve fancied you like fuck since we met, so when I saw what was happening to you — I got on board. They weren’t expecting a volunteer, but they were happy to have me.” He squeezed my swollen cock. “So what’s your answer?”

I considered, the ‘dream’ and the fantastic sensations coming back. “Does saying yes mean I have to wear latex, get strapped and chained down, and letting you fuck me?”

“Yes.” He grinned. “They put you to bed as you woke up — and left me to explain it to you when you woke up. We’re both keyed to latex now, and bondage.”

“Then I hope you’ve brought something to tie me up and gag me while you suck out my balls and then fill me with the content of yours!” I paused, grinning at him. “Because the answer is ‘yes’. I am your latex sub, your lover, your slave. Show me what they’ve done to me last night. Take me and make sure I know I’m now your sub-slave ..!”

“Good. Our friends left me the equipment. Stretch out your arms to the headboard.”

I did, and he snapped heavy cuffs to my wrists. I grinned. “And my ankles?”

“Something better.” He unfolded a strange looking device. “Lift your butt.”

I did and he slipped the thick rubber under me, then fastened the heavy ‘corset’ around my midriff. With it tightly secured, he attached strange pieces to the side of it. Thick and wide rubber and moulded plastic cuffs now embraced my thighs, and further extensions held my ankles wide apart. Before I knew it, my legs were raised and spread in a way that gave him complete access to my crotch and to my opening. Then he produced a muzzle style gag. Filling my mouth with the solid rubber dildo he strapped it firmly into place, even as I realised that the ‘corset’ around my waist was secured to the sides of the bed frame by hefty cargo straps.

Positioning himself between my legs he smiled. “They filled your butt with a special gel last night. Mine too. I’m going to fuck you, and then ride your cock …” He hesitated. “They said that once we’ve got each other’s cum inside us, we’ll be bound to each other and to them. Only you will be able to make me cum, and only I will be able to bring you off — unless they want us. You saw their outfits?”

I nodded. “Well the price of them fixing me as your lover is that we are from now on theirs.”

I stared. Then nodded, may desire for his cock rising. I flexed my hips, trying to indicate I was ready. 

He leaned down and kissed me. “Then here we go.”

I arched my back as far as I could to receive him as his solid glans parted my muscle. Lights exploded in my head as he drove himself fully home, and then I surrendered myself completely to his thrusting, driving, cock. I wasn’t aware of when he came, only that. He was no longer filling me with his cum, and now he straddled my hips and my cock was inside him. The sensation blew what was left of my mind. I had no idea how long it lasted. It seemed to be forever. Then my cock exploded and I felt myself ram it deep inside him.

The world took on a fuzzy appearance, and it was some time before I realised I was free, and that Mike was helping me stand. We embraced, and I tried to get my brain to function as our mouths met in a passionate kiss, our now spent and softening cocks between us.

Eventually I managed, “I hope you plan to do that to me regularly.”

He chuckled. “I think we can count on it.” He kissed me gently again. “Thank you.”

“For what? For letting you send me out of this world and back again?” I grinned. “When do I get to dress in latex for you?”

He laughed. “They said we would feel the desire for it as soon as we had intercourse, so they left us some suits.” He grinned. “As the sub, yours is over there. It has a couple of special features. Put it on. Mine’s downstairs, so I’ll get dressed and start breakfast.”

The suit felt fantastic. The rubber felt like liquid in my hands as I picked it up. There was no zip anywhere and it had an attached hood. Clearly the only way to get into it was through the opening  in the hood. I experimented and found the latex very elastic and the inside of the suit was slick with some sort of lubricant. Carefully I opened it up, and worked my legs into it. Once it started to admit me, it was hard work, but slowly it slipped up my legs and then I hauled the body of it up above my waist while I sorted out inserting my cock into the open sheet, and my scrotum into the bag provided. 

With that done I set to work and soon had the suit fully on and eased the hood over my head. Now I could see what Mike had meant about it having a couple of ‘special’ features. One, obviously, was the sheath for my cock. There was an opening at my butt hole as well and my feet fitted into a tailored foot which separated my big toe, and my hands into glove-mitts that left my index finger and thumb separate, but enclosed the ring, third and small finger in a single sleeve. Thicker elements at my wrists and elbows sported steel D-rings, suggesting I could be restrained like this, and a similar heavier band around my waist also boasted anchor points. With the hood on, I flexed my arms and legs, revelling in the sensation as the latex adjusted itself to a perfect fit.

My mirror showed my reflection as a shiny black latex doll, only my face and my cock head exposed, and, as I watched, my cock hardened into a stiff erection. I slipped my feet into the neoprene type slippers and made my way downstairs.

Mike was waiting, a vision in black latex, though, from the absence of anchor points on his suit and the fact it lacked a hood and gloves, clearly different. He wore a sort of harness over his suit and his crotch was covered by a heavy codpiece, though he was, like me, clearly aroused. He stepped forward as I entered the living room, in his hands a codpiece similar to his own.

He smiled, pulling me into an embrace. Our mouths met and our kiss was full of hunger. “Later,” he said, stepping back. “Let me put this on you, then we can eat.”

“Yes, Master,” I said. It seemed appropriate to use that title for him. I stood still while he fitted the pouch carefully, then adjusted the waist and side straps. His suit, like mine, was moulded to his body — almost as if the latex was attached to his skin in some way. He finished adjusting it, straightened up and immediately pulled me into a tight embrace, his mouth once more engulfing mine in a hungry and demanding kiss.

As we broke the kiss I held him close. “Mike? I have to ask, why did you come out here last night? Did you know what was going to happen?”

He frowned. “Truthfully? I don’t know. I just knew I had to come here and wait for you.” He grinned. “And I stood there for about half an hour cursing myself and wondering what the fuck I was going to give as an excuse …” His mouth found mine. “I’d almost decided to just come out to you and ask you to be my lover when you arrived and then things started to happen.”

“Well, whatever brought you, I’m glad you’re here. And I’m glad we’re going to share this …”

“So am I,” he replied, kissing me again. “And now we eat,” he said, taking my hand and leading me to where he’d laid out breakfast. He held my chair and waited until I was seated, then leaned down and kissed my cheek. “How does it feel?” He asked. “I bet you wouldn’t have believed this if anyone told you we’d be here like this yesterday.”

I grinned. “You’re right, I’d have laughed at them. How does it feel?” I paused. “Actually, bloody fabulous.” I adjusted my position. The codpiece seemed to have an inner tube which now encased my rigid cock. Some texture inside the tube sent little waves of pleasure through my cock with every movement. “And this codpiece …”

He chuckled. “Keeping you interested is it?”

“It certainly is,” I laughed. “Damn, you’re right I’d never have believed anyone yesterday who tried to tell me I’d be sat here, dressed like this today! What the hell have you done to me?” I grinned. “On second thoughts, I hope you plan to keep doing it!”

“What do you remember from last night?” he asked. 

“Not a lot. I thought it was a very strange erotic dream. I was on my back, strapped into some sort of chair I think. There was something in my butt, I was gagged by something else, and my cock was in some sort of milking machine. There were people around me in rubber as well, and they were doing things on machines I couldn’t see — but at one point I felt my butt fill with something, and several times I was swallowing some sort of goop.” I paused. “Then I woke up in my own bed, with my cock much larger, naked and heard you downstairs.”

“Anything else? What about immediately before the dream? What about as you walked to the house?”

I frowned. “It was pissing down, and I was soaked, but suddenly it was raining all around, but not on me.” I shook my head. “Then nothing until the dreaming started.”

He nodded. “I was waiting at your gate, and saw you coming. Then I saw this big thing move overhead — a bloody great disc of a thing. I saw you sort of fall, and then you were sort of floating upwards and I ran forward and grabbed your ankle. They were a bit surprised to get both of us!” Mike grinned. “You were in a sort of Zombie trance, but it hadn’t affected me. When I saw what they were planning with you, I made it clear that I wanted it too.”

“How did they react to that?”

“They agreed — but there was a price.” He paused. “I didn’t think you’d mind, and I’ve fancied you like fuck since we met …”

“I don’t mind, though it is a bit of a surprise to find myself going from sort of bisexual if I think about it, to full on Gay sub fetishist!” My latex encased hand found his. “What’s the price?”

“Two things. First, we had to be partners, keyed to each other sexually, one as the Master, the other the Sub. They decided I was to be the Master, and you the sub, I don’t know how or why. Second, their species is unable to reproduce, so they need our sperm.” He paused. “We’ll be visited, taken to their facility and milked at intervals.” He swallowed. “They warned me it is quite intense. And our taste for being in latex will increase until we have to live in it all the time.”

“All the time? In latex? Like this? How will we, you know, go shopping? Or anything else?”

“They said that when the time comes, they’ll help us.” He hesitated, holding my eye. “They were originally only going to do you. I persuaded them that it was better to take us both, so we can keep each other company.”

I thought about it for a while, then drained my coffee cup and smiled. “Okay, so now I’m your latex lover, slave … I’ll take the stuff to the kitchen. I’d like my master to follow in a few minutes and impale me with that wonderful cock he’s got in his codpiece, then march me into the back garden and fuck me.”

He grinned. “In the garden? Sounds like a bit of a statement.” He watched me, a smile on his lips. “Okay. Put that stuff in the kitchen, then face the window and put your hands on the counter. That’ll put you in just the right position for me.”

“Yes, Master!” I carried the breakfast things through to the kitchen and positioned myself. I heard him enter the room, felt him position himself, then his hands gripped my hips. His swollen glans kissed my tight opening … “Oh! Ooooo!” My face reflected in the window showed my mouth forming a perfect O and my eyebrows arched above my wide open eyes as his rigid member entered me. “Oooo, mmmm, yesssss. Thank you, Master. You feel so good inside me …”

He chuckled. “You feel fantastic wrapped round my cock.” His hands gripped my hips firmly. “Ready to walk to the garden?”

I caught my breath. “Yes, Master. Ready.”

The distance from where we started to the door was about six feet. Two steps at most normally, but doing it while impaled be someone’s cock, is something else. I opened the door, and let him steer us through it. My garden has a view over the fields. It’s at the top of a hill, so I have views from here over quite a wide sweep of landscape, currently mostly pasture. On the patio is a table and chairs for when I sit outside, and now he had me grip the edge of the table, and fucked me properly.

“Happy?” He whispered as his cock pulsed deep inside me, filling me again with his cream.

“Yes!” I replied. My hands cupped his bott and held him firmly against me, his cock still deep inside me.

“Good. Now we have to decide where we live — my flat, or this house.”

“Can you move in here? Moving my books and reference stuff would be a nightmare, and this place is bigger — and more private than yours!” I squeezed my muscle gripping his softening cock. “And we’ll be more easily accessible to those guys … when they come for us.”

He paused, hugging me to his chest. “Yes, it would work for me.” His lips found my cheek. “I can bring my clothes over as soon as I can get to the flat and chuck them in a suitcase. We’ve three months before the lease ends. Plenty of time shift the rest.”

I felt his cock slip free of my hole and turned gently in his arms. “Then let’s go and fetch your things together.” I kissed his mouth. “I think I’ve enough Master spunk in me now to last a round trip. How about your work?”

He laughed. “I’m a freelance photographer. I can work from here.” Arm in arm we walked back to the house. “Right. We’ll have to strip out of our rubber, but our friends left us some gear we can wear under our ordinary kit.” His kiss was gentle. “Need a hand to get out of your suit?”

“Yes, please.” I grinned as he reached to help me stretch the face opening. “Though I think I want to put it on again as soon as we get back. I love the feel of it …”

Our mouths met. “Mmm, so do it,” he murmured between kisses. “So, yes, I think you should.”

It took a couple of hours to pack his things, the photographic gear and his iMac system and get it into the van he hired. Partly because we took time out for him to enjoy my erection and make me feed him my spunk. Then we made a detour to a top fetish shop, and splurged on a heavy duty strait jacket for me. We finally got back to the cottage and unloaded everything mid afternoon.

Mike grinned as I put down the last of his bags in the spare bedroom — by agreement now to be his workroom —and said, “Time you got back into rubber I think. Want to go full suit again?”

“Yes!” I laughed. “What about you?”

“Oh yes.” He grinned. “They said we’d both need to wear at least some rubber all the time from now on — and this thong just isn’t enough!”

“You’re right,” I replied, peeling my teeshirt. I stopped as the doorbell sounded. “Damn! I’ll get that. I wonder who it is?”

It was my landlord, and he wasn’t alone. He grinned as I opened the door. “Hi, Pete, Jim and I reckoned we’d better come over and welcome you guys to what we call the ‘club’.”

I took in the fact Jim appeared to be wearing nothing more than a pair of rubber chest high waders with a tailored look to the way they fitted and showed off his physique, and Hermann, my landlord who owned the farm, was wearing a similar pair with a teeshirt. “Club?” I asked. Remembering my manners, I stepped back, aware of Mike coming down the stairs. “Won’t you come in? I was going to call to tell you Mike, my friend, is moving in with me.”

Hermann grinned and stepped through the door. His companion closed it behind them as Mike joined us and I introduced them “Sure, no problem.” He paused. “We’ve been expecting you to be called, and last night we got a message that you guys were joining us on the Heveyan program.” He slipped an arm around Jim. “They visited last night and we saw them take you guys. You had fun?”

“You bet.” Mike slipped his arms round my waist and pressed himself to my back. “We were just going to get changed,” he laughed, “into something more exciting.”

“It has that effect,” Jim replied, kissing his partner. “We find wearing anything but these waders for longer than a couple of hours makes us uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?” Hermann laughed. “I’ve got to chain him up in the barn for a couple of days if I take him out of that outfit for more than an hour!” He hugged his partner. “Anyway, we just wanted to come over and tell you we’re all in the same boat. Anything you guys need, we’re here.” He paused. “Oh yes, and in case you’re wondering how you’ll manage your work from here on — don’t worry, our Masters, the Heveyans  will make sure you get plenty, and that it pays well.” He indicated the landscape. “I couldn’t for the life of me make this place produce enough to pay — then the Heveyans took me one night and did things to my manhood, and to my taste in lovers …” He laughed. “And now we have the best crops, all produced organically, we never want for anything in the bank, and everyone leaves us alone.”

“Thanks,” I said, aware of the stiffening organ pressed against my butt. “Mike and I are just getting settled.”

“Yes, and the first few days you’re both randy as hell,” Jim joked. “Come on, Master Hermann, I can see Pete needs to give his master some attention …”

“Cheeky,” Hermann smiled. “We’ll let ourselves out guys, call round when you are ready.” He winked. “Dressed however you feel comfortable.”

The door had barely closed when my jeans hit the floor, my teeshirt and thong joined them. Then I was on my knees enjoying my lover’s gorgeous cock. I was still savouring his spunk when he marched me upstairs and inserted me into my full rubber suit and again. Before strapping and chaining me to the bed while he dressed in readiness to enjoy my assets … 

It took several days for us to settle down, but we did, eventually, find our balance. And work started arriving for me and for Mike. It wasn’t a flood, but it was steady, and it paid. Better than I had previously enjoyed. I found myself amazingly comfortable with being Mike’s lover, slave, sub, whatever mood took us, and our sexual games and the accompanying lovemaking was intense but incredibly satisfying. 

Around the house my usual outfit became a pair of latex leggings with a comfortable codpiece, and a teeshirt. Out doors I wore neoprene boots with it, only pulling jeans on over these on the rare occasions I had to go into town. If we needed a car, we borrowed Hermann’s Landrover, and filled it with petrol, otherwise my bike and Mike’s was enough transport.

“Our Heveyan Masters require our presence,” Mike greeted me with his customary kiss. “Hermann met me as I came home. They require all of us fully rubbered in the suits they supplied, and we’re to go to Hermann’s barn. He says they’re going to ‘harvest’ us.”

“I wondered when …” I saved my file. “Okay, must we go straight away? It’s still daylight.”

“That’s what Hermann said.” He grinned. “And so what? Come on. We’d better hurry, or they’ll be upset.”

“Better help me get into mine then,” I said, the thought of walking to the old farmhouse in my all enclosing latex suit in broad daylight strangely exciting. “Then I can help you.”

“You got it,” Mike replied already stripping. “Let’s get to work.”

Half an hour later we set out, hand in hand across the field. I felt excited, nervous, and at the same time completely happy. Hermann met us at the barn, for once not wearing waders, but, like Mike in a skintight latex suit. 

“Good, you’re here. Come on, the Masters are waiting and they have the portal open.”

“Portal?” I asked.

“Yes, sort of inter dimensional thing. It takes us directly into their facility.” Hermann closed the door behind us. “This is your first time? It’s pretty intense and lasts a lot longer than you think. But on our side of the portal it’s a couple of hours.” He grinned. “Takes a bit of getting used to. This way.”

We followed, not quite sure what to expect. Hermann stepped into an empty stall, and vanished. Mike stared. “Okay, I guess we just do the same. You first.”

“Yes, Master.” I hesitated. “Kiss me please?”

He did, and I walked into the stall. There was a moment of total weirdness, and then I was stood in a brightly lit chamber. It certainly wasn’t what I’d expected. Two obviously ‘male’ rubber mannikins stepped forward and indicated I was to follow them just as Mike appeared behind me. Tow more of the mannikins stepped up and indicated they wanted him to follow, so, flanked by these enigmatic shiny black rubber figures, we walked across the chamber and through an opening.

Here we found ourselves facing four identical reclined seats arranged on a curve around a central console. These had supports for the occupants legs which raised and parted them exposing the anus and giving access to your crotch. Similar supports for the arms indicated the occupant would not be going anywhere until released. Studying the nearest I realised that this must have been what I was in when I been abducted. Hermann and Jim were already being strapped into the two on the left, and now I was led to the second on the right. A new and very clearly female figure supervised my being positioned in the chair and then, placing her finger tip to my temple ‘said’ telepathically I guessed, “You will now be given a stimulant to maximise your sperm production. You may experience some discomfort until you are ready for harvesting, and the harvesting process will last for several hours and give intense pleasure. Do you wish to remain fully aware and observe the full experience as we harvest you and your companions?”

I hesitated a moment, then glanced at where Mike was secured. He winked. “Yes.” I said. “I want to be fully aware and experience this fully.”

“Very well.” She seemed amused. “We will now disable your penis. You will have no sensation in it until you are ready for harvesting. You will, however, experience an increase in the desire for sexual contact and release during this phase.”

I winced as one of the male figures inserted a large plug into my butt, and another removed my codpiece, then fitted something tight over my glans.

A moment later I let out a gasp as my cock jerked, and then went limp. Before I could say anything I was gagged and helpless. In a way the next few hours were extremely boring. She was right, my libido was on a sharp rising curve, but there was no ‘relief’ at all. My scrotum seemed to be swelling, in fact it got quite uncomfortable, but with no ability to move, and nothing I could have done anyway …

The figures were back. The thing on my cock was removed, and replaced by a much larger unit that completely covered my crotch and my scrotum. Suddenly I could feel my cock again, and then some. The first ejaculation was more of an explosion. I lost track completely. It was exquisite, it was utter torture, it was fantastic … And it seemed to go on, and on, and on …

In a daze I let the rubber mannikins help me stand. I felt weak, my brain filled with fog. I walked between them to … and then I was standing in the stall in the barn with Mike, Hermann and Jim.

None of us spoke. What was there to say? And we were all absolutely exhausted. Mike and I made our way home across the field, aware of the sunset, aware of the smell of the earth, the grass, the birdsong and the beauty around us. Neither of us spoke, and, at home, we stripped out of the suits, showered, drank some tea — and went to bed in each other’s arms.

“Mike,” I whispered as we dozed. “Is this the way it’ll be in future?”

“That’s what Hermann says.” His lips brushed my cheek. “Every three months, sometimes more …”

“Every three months? Wow.” I chuckled. “It was unbelievably good …” I was silent for a while. “If we’re going to get this regularly the future is going to be fucking intense!”

“Yes. No wonder Hermann and Jim never wear anything but those waders.” He laughed. “I think we’re going to be rubbered up twenty-four-seven in the not too distant.” His kiss was gentle. “I think I can handle that! Good night, beloved.”

“Mmmm,” I responded, snuggling into his embrace. “Rubbered up twenty-four-seven? Yes, I can live like that …”

One of the effects of our session in Heveya was apparent when I woke up the next morning. As usual I had an erection, but my scrotum was swollen and rather prominent. I stared at it, not wanting to wake Mike, still asleep next to me. Carefully I examined it, surprised it wasn’t painful, and then discovered that my balls were twice their normal size.

Mike stirred. His eyes opened and he grinned, his hand reaching for my rigid cock. “Now that looks like someone happy and ready for his master.”

“Always, Master.” I kissed him. “Would Master like to restrain me? My balls seem to be fully loaded for him.”

“Of course.” He grinned. “Raise your arms.”

“Yes, Master.” I raised my arms to the bedhead and he clamped the cuffs to my wrists. My ankles followed, secured to the foot of the bed. 

He studied me for a moment, then leaned over, opened the nightstand drawer and produced a heavy rubber hood. “I think this will make sure you know you’re mine.”

The hood slipped over my face, blindfolding me and fixing a wide tube in my mouth. He zipped it closed, and I felt him lock the collar. Then his fingers were teasing my nipples, and then his lips were kissing my body all the way down to … I drowned as he began to enjoy my cock. As always he knew exactly what he was doing, and he had me writhing in pleasure in no time at all. And he kept me there, wanting release, but denied it, for what felt like hours.

I felt the rising ejaculation and groaned. He sensed it, and worked to bring me to that peak. And then it happened. I howled through the tube as my balls heaved and my cock exploded, the first massive cum shot followed by a series of smaller ones. Mike clearly struggled to cope with the quantity of spunk I was ejecting, and his mouth left my cock, leaving it to spray several more bursts of spunk over my torso.

It was still pulsing from my now slackening member when he changed position, and his cock filled my mouth. He wasted no time on niceties, and simply fucked my face. His cum, like mine, was huge, and I couldn’t swallow fast enough. Fortunately he realised the problem and pulled his still erupting cock out of the tube with the result I was not only coated with my own cum, but now my hooded head, shoulders and upper body was given a good coating of his as well.

Even after he released me, I was in no hurry to change my situation, revelling in my coating of spunk. He grinned as I blinked when he removed the hood. “Happy?”

“Mmmm, I love it.” I kissed his cheek. “But now I have to get into rubber.”

“What? As you are?”

I smiled. “Yes! As I am, coated in my master’s cum.” I paused. “In the suit they gave me yesterday before sending for us.”

“Then you’d better get dressed.” He hesitated, studying the new suit I pointed to. “It was delivered yesterday? It looks just the thing for the state you’re in now.”

It was. Like the first suit it had attached gloves and feet, the gloves also separated the index finger and thumb, but put the remaining three fingers into a single sleeve- In fact being coated in my lover’s spunk made fitting it easier, though, without thinking, I first took the hood I’d just been wearing and wiped the spunk coating it over my face and head. Then I pulled the attached hood of the suit over my face and head, and turned so Mike could secure the zip and collar. Once he’d fitted the hefty codpiece over my now sheathed cock and balls, he planted a kiss on my lips and grinned.

“Feeling better now?”

“Yes, Master.” I knelt and kissed the tip of his gorgeous cock. “May I prepare my Master’s breakfast?”

He laughed, his hands on my shoulders. “You may, and I’ll get dressed while you do.” Drawing me to my feet he laughed. “Fuck, if I’d known he hot you look in rubber when we met …”

I laughed. “I’d have run a mile if you’d even hinted at it.” I paused, thinking about it. “I don’t know what the Heveyas have done to me, or to you, but — oh fuck it, I like they way it’s turned out. No, I LOVE the way it’s turned out.”

 

We’d just finished Breakfast and I was clearing the dishes when Hermann knocked at the open back door. He smiled as he took in our outfits. “Looks like they’ve really given you boys the full fetish dose.” He put a box on the kitchen table. “Thought I’d bring you some fresh eggs, veg and stuff.” He winked. “And check you’d both survived your first full session with our lords and mistresses.”

“We survived okay,” Mike replied, glancing at me. “But we seem to have developed a sort of multiple cum shot and boy, do we produce cum now!”

“Yeah, meant to warn you about that.” Hermann grinned sheepishly. “They’ve altered our testicles somehow. We produce around as much spunk now as a bull — and we have multiple ejaculations most times. Especially for a couple of days after a session with them.”

“Thanks for the warning!” Mike said, glancing at me. “We almost drowned each other!”

Hermann laughed. “I know what you mean. Just be careful is all. I have to keep Jim chained up for a few days and milk him regularly.”

“Why have they done this to us? I mean, don’t we produce enough sperm or something as we were?”

“According to the Dominant Matriarch, no.” Hermann frowned. “I don’t understand the whole thing. They look like us, at least physically, but apparently their reproductive system is different. They need human sperm, but a lot more than we normally produce, so they’ve enhanced our sperm production, and modified us so that when we do ejaculate it’s a multiple shot until we’ve delivered as much as possible.”

“But, couldn’t they do this to their own males?”

“They tried to enhance their sexual pleasure and appetites — and it backfired. They got much more pleasure from sex, but didn’t realise that it made their males infertile until far too late. Then they found us, or rather, they found humans who could be modified to produce the sperm they need. So now they get a lot of fun, and our sperm, and we get looked after and enjoy the modifications they’ve made to us.”

“Just the four of us?”

“No!” Hermann laughed. “I think there are aa few million males like us in this programme. We get hints occasionally.” He winked. “And we get a bonus if we point out someone we think would be a good candidate.”

It took me a moment. “So you guys set me up?”

“Us up, I think.” Mike said, taking my hand.

“Any regrets?” Hermann asked.

I looked at Mike and grinned. “Maybe. I’m not sure I like being a sperm bank for a bunch of sex mad aliens, but right now? Nope. I’ve no regrets at being Mike’s sub-slave. None at all.” 

Mike slipped his arms round my waist and hugged me. I could feel his cock stiffening in it’s codpiece as it pressed against my crack, and my own responded in mine. “I know I wasn’t supposed to be picked up when they took Pete, but I’ve wanted him as my lover since the day we met, and I wasn’t going to lose him …”

Hermann grinned. “Actually, they were quite pleased. It saved them having to track someone to partner him.” He grinned, eyeing my now obviously strained codpiece. “Okay, I’ll leave you guys to enjoy yourselves, it looks like Pete might need a little attention.”

Mike laughed as Hermann left. He pressed his erection into my butt. “How do you want it?”

“Your slave needs to be fucked over the garden stile, Master.” I replied, “Chained to it so I am helpless while I am filled with my Master’s cum.” 

Mike chuckled. “So be it. Go and get into position while I fetch some restraints.”

I walked out to the stile Hermann had just climbed over and positioned myself, watching the repeating figure of our landlord as he crossed the field. Mike set to work to secure my ankles and wrists to the stile as I contemplated the fact that life had changed for me, forever. There could be no going back to the way life had been. As Mike penetrated my sphincter it came to me that I didn’t want to return to my old life. 

“Happy?” Mike whispered.

“Ecstatic, beloved,” I answered as he sank his gorgeous organ into me. “Mmmm, that feels really good …” I sighed as he paused. “You know, I love what the Heveyans have done to me — to us.”

Mike kissed my latex covered cheek and began to pump his organ in my butt. “So do it, my love. So do I!

A twin in town

I went out for a run at 6 am on Saturday. It had been a week since I hooked up with my new neighbor. I again had on shorts and shoes. I got some new yellow shorts. They were a neon yellow. I ran my regular course, and on my way home I ran by Smitty’s house. He was in the yard and waved me over. My run was done and I was soaked with sweat.

I walked to Smitty and he had on a short robe. He had done some landscaping and was watering his plants. He bent to reposition a pot and his delicious ass and balls were exposed. I told him I liked what he was doing with his yard. He said he had made some changes in the back yard too. He led me through the garage into the back yard.

He had installed a hot tub next to his back porch. He had an outdoor kitchen and a nicely groomed yard. He showed me his outdoor shower and dropped his robe. He started the shower and invited me in. I kicked off my shoes and walked in. My shorts were soaked with sweat and I wanted to rinse them off. We quickly showered and Smitty pulled down my shorts. We walked to the hot tub and got in the hot bubbles.

There was a jet for my back that hit up my ass crack when I sat down. I lifted up and let the hot bubbles attack my hole. The feeling of bubbles on my ass always gets me hard. I have had difficulty in public hot tubs, especially in public. My dick was jetting up and was peeking out of the water. Smitty said he was boned up too and stood up. I saw his thick shaved dick as he walked over to me. He leaned his body forward and I took his dick in my mouth. I only once had a threesome, but it was close. The hot bubbles stimulated my asshole while my mouth was being pleasured by a thick dick. I pulled Smitty’s hairy muscular ass slipping my finger into his tight hole. He was pumping in and out giving my mouth a workout. His thickness was hurting my jaw with having to hold it so far open. My lips were even hurting at the edges from being stretched so far.

I was jacking his dick while tonguing under his glans. He shot his load in my mouth. I swallowed it down. I guess cum is ok on an empty stomach, because I had a stomach full. Smitty stepped onto the seat and lowered his ass onto my long uncut dick. He was facing me and I latched onto a hot hairy nipple as he lowered onto my manhood. The water didn’t really add lubrication, but he was slick inside his hole. I forgot about the bubbles and was fucking up into his hole while he played with my nipples and we kissed.

I stood up and pulled Smitty off my dick. I leaned him over the side of the hot tub and pushed back in. I grabbed his hips and started pounding his ass hard. He was loud and encouraging. I hope the sleeping neighbors weren’t disturbed, but really I didn’t give a fuck. I shot into his hole with force and fell over his body. I had run 5k and then had wild sex in a hot tub. I guess I was dehydrated.

Smitty stood up and my body started slumping into the tub. He caught me and sat me on the edge of the tub. He got out and got me a sport drink from the outdoor refrigerator. I took a sip and he helped me to a lounge chair on the porch. I told him it was too cold, and he got me one from the garage. I drank the sweet liquid and sat under the fan. My body dried and I was feeling a little better and he brought me a bottle of water. I sipped the liquid and my head felt better. He told me his son was coming for a visit. I panicked. I started to get up and got dizzy. He told me to hydrate and sit still.

Jed walked in the yard from the garage. He said hey dad the door is open, are you decent. Smitty said no, but come on in. Jed saw my sitting there naked and recognized me. He walked up and introduced himself to me like we were strangers. I said nice to meet you. I didn’t have anything to cover myself and Smitty was still nude. Jed said he was over dressed and dropped his shorts. He had put on a few pounds in the past ten years, but he still looked good.

Smitty got Jed a beer and we sat and talked a minute. Smitty told Jed I lived in the red brick house on the other side of the circle. Jed was an airline steward and had a week off. He was going to Alaska with his dad on a cruise. Smitty asked me if I would water his plants while he was gone. I told him it would be after my run. He said feel free to use the hot tub any time If I wanted to. I was feeling better, and I got up and excused myself. I put on my shorts and shoes and went home.

I was in the back yard grilling some food for the week and I heard someone at the gate. I looked up and saw Jed. He said he told his dad he was going for a walk. He apologized for pretending not to know me but was still in the closet with his dad. He said his parents wanted grandchildren and he didn’t want to disappoint them. He walked up to the grill and I told him I was nearly finished.

We went into the house and I put the grilled meat on the counter. I left the grill on to burn off the grease. Jed wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my sweaty neck. I told him I was sweaty, and he said I tasted good. I got us some beer and we went into the den. The air was on and the ceiling fan kept the air moving. I had installed plush carpet with extra thick padding on the floor. We sat together on the couch under the fan. I told him it was nice to see him again and leaned forward to kiss him. We slowly kissed and were feeling each other up under our shorts. The flimsy fabric was easily shoved to the side and our dicks were exposed. I leaned forward and took his dick into my mouth. He asked me if I could still fuck and suck at the same time. I said want to see and we shucked our shorts, and he straddled my legs. His sweaty hole opened for my long dick and I easily slid in. He seemed to have different thoughts about not bottoming. He was bouncing on my dick and I took his knob into my mouth. His actions were so fast I had a hard time keeping up the pace. I ended up just holding my mouth on his dick and letting him do the work.

He kept on with the pace and I felt my body stiffening for orgasm. He started shooting into my mouth. His hole was squeezing my dick with each gush. I started my ejaculation into his depths as he kept up his. I kissed him and said that was nice. He slipped on his shorts and went out the den door. They were leaving Monday and I needed to start watering Tuesday. I had the week off work and was going to catch up on yard work and work out.

I ran early Tuesday and watered Smitty’s plants. I worked in the yard all day mowing and weeding flower beds. I worked out my chest and shoulders and was sore. I slipped on some flip flops and shorts and went to Smitty’s hot tub. I shed my shorts and got in the hot bubbles. I let the wonder jet massage my ass. I got instantly hard. I started jacking my dick and enjoying the bubbles. I heard a noise and saw Jed coming out to the tub naked. He saw me and asked me who I was and why was he in his dad’s hot tub. I said hey Jed it is me. He said oh you are a friend of Jed’s. l looked at him and saw he was clean shaved except for his head. I said what. He told me he was Jed’s brother Eli. I said I was a neighbor and his dad invited me use the tub any time.

He said he was in town for a few days and decided to stay at his dad’s. I asked him if he was going to get a soak and he said yes but go ahead. I said get in. He walked up and got in. His slick body slid into the tub. His balls and dick floated in the water as he got in. He sat across from me and his foot slipped against mine. I told him I was sorry. He said it was alright. My dick never went down, I did lower off the wonder jet. It was massaging my back. Eli asked me if I wanted a beer and I said ok. He stood and got out for the brews. His dick was not quite hard, but far from soft.

He handed me a beer and got back in sitting next to me. Out knees were touching, and my dick was jutting up nearly out of the water. Eli pressed a button. and the water was lit with a purple glow. The light made my hard dick visible in the water. He looked over and reached for my throbbing dick. He started jacking my dick while I sat there. I saw his dick was erect and reached under his hand for his dick.

We jacked each other under the water, and he leaned over to kiss me. I pulled him over and he straddled my lap. I grabbed our dicks and jacked them in one hand. We kissed and played with each other’s tongues. I was getting hot in the water and told Eli I had been in the tub too long. He said he had a room upstairs. I followed him inside and to a guest room. The queen sized air mattress was the only thing in the room. I got on the bed with Eli and he flipped on top of me. I felt his legs straddle my body and he slowly lowered his ass onto my dick. I guess we had enough foreplay in the tub. I started pushing up into him. He was bouncing up and down and the mattress was soft and had a lot of movement. I let Eli pleasure his hole on my pole. I started pushing up hard. My feet were pushing down into the mattress and It seems the mattress popped. We were laying on the sheets on the floor still pumping away. I shot up into Eli and he started shooting all over my belly.

These Smith guys were big shooters. I was drenched in cum. I grabbed a sheet and wiped off my stomach. He said he guessed he needed a new mattress. I told him I had a nice mattress at my house. We showered and slid our shorts and shoes on. We walked to my house and got in the bed.

The next morning I woke up with a mouth on my dick. I thought I was dreaming and then opened my eyes. It was Eli enjoying a morning repast. I told him I needed to piss and he said not until I am done here. My bladder needed release. He kept up his mouth work on my dick and it was very hard. The problem was my bladder was hurting so much. I pushed him off of me and ran to the bathroom. I was so hard the only way to piss was in the shower. I turned on the water and got in. I was pissing with my dick sticking straight out. Eli entered the shower and shut the water off. He stood in front of my hot stream and had it coat his body. I sprayed up and it hit his face. He licked the last drops off his lips and kissed me. I tasted my piss on his face and turned the water back on. I grabbed the soap and washed our bodies. I got shampoo and washed Eli’s long blond hair. His hair was lighter than Jed’s. I rinsed out bodies with the handheld spray. I grabbed some towels and we got out. I told Eli I needed to run. He said he would run with me. We slipped on our shorts and shoes and went out to warm up. We headed to the run and I had to stop at Smitty’s to water the yard. I looked over and Eli had on my yellow shorts. The shorts were virtually transparent when wet. I realized how long I had been flashing the neighbors on my runs. Eli said he was hungry and started cooking as I finished up the yard.

We ate in the back yard of Smitty’s house. I had stripped off my clothes and rinsed in the outdoor shower. We ate on the porch and when we finished Eli told me I had rudely interrupted him this morning and he grabbed my dick. He lowered his mouth to my stiffening pole. He pulled back the foreskin and licked the glans. I sat there while he was working hard on my erection. I grabbed his long blond hair and started pulling his head on my dick. He chocked a little and I lightened up on my pulling his head. He increased the pace and I shot into his mouth. It was wonderful being serviced by a hot dude after a morning run.

Eli went home that afternoon, and I gave him a big sendoff, at least a big fuck for a sendoff. I am sure he had trouble sitting on his sore ass all the way home. My dick was sure sore. My sore dick needed a rest, so I was kind of glad I had a few days to recoup. I went out for my run every day and watered Smitty’s plants.