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In Which the Boys Hone Their Skills

We were in the basement gym.

I told you, didn’t I, that Big Clyde has butt cheeks the size of bowling balls? But remember, it’s all about proportion. His shoulders have got to be the width of his head times five. He’s got biceps and calves like softballs. His pecs are a couple of T-bone steaks, but his waist, by comparison is small. Back to his butt, though, as the man himself puts it, “You can’t drive a spike with a tack hammer!” If ever a spike needed a big hammer, it would be his.

Right now though, Josh was cleaning Clyde’s spike with the reverence of a choir boy at Easter. He slurped his way up and down that power pole, returning again and again to work on the angry swollen knob.

I was under the big guy, my head wedged between two foam positioning blocks. Clyde’s grand globes each occupied a block while I was occupied with my tongue in his big tight pucker.

You see, Lance had decided that Josh and I should brush up on our oral skills. Of course Josh was a great cocksucker but he really loved to French an arsehole. Although I could eat arse like a pro on coke, my go-to crave was sucking a great dick. So, the men decided it wouldn’t hurt to tutor us some in our weaker subject, as it were.

Lance decided to improve his video skills as well, and so was filming the whole session.

“Skip, work your tongue up his chute again. I want to film Clyde’s eyes when it happens. They get really big, just like Josh’s – you know – where it looks like he’s thinking, “Fuckin’-shit-dude!-What’s-happening-to-me???” Your tongue must be a foot up his shit shute, judging by the smile on the big lug’s face.

My face was wet with spit from my fevered efforts. To rest my tongue a bit, I pulled it out of Clyde’s clamping arse ring and swirled it around the tender musky knot. Fresh clean sweat and jock arse are an amazing combination. Next I used my teeth to carefully scrape the tender smooth flesh while I tongue-tickled the center of his tightening hole.

“Clyde, hold Josh’s head on your dick, will you? I’m going to put down the camera and spray some lube on Skip’s cute little cock, then drop Josh’s pussy on it. Let me know what Josh does to your meat when that happens, okay?”

“Rrrrright Lance! My lad’s tongue is a wonderrrr of naturrrrre. He could drain the sap out of an oak trree with just a kiss and a suck. Holy rrrrrrock of ages, but he’s sucking me like he’ll die without my cum in him. ‘Course, I’m not the one to be disappointing the little guy.” Let’s face it…to Clyde, just about all guys are little, aren’t they?

“Okay Josh! I’m doing a close up on your arse while it bounces on Skip’s dick. His balls are starting to draw up already, shouldn’t be too long until he jet streams your toy twat.”

“Clyde…I’m going to smack Skip’s balls a couple of times. I’ll keep the camera on your face and you tell me what the twinks are doing to you.

“Whap. Whap.”

“Hhhlrrrgh.. hhirrgh,” that’s me huffing up Clyde’s hole, as I bucked my dick up into Josh’s guts.

“Uurrgghhh… uurgghh,” that’s Josh choking on Clyde’s dick.

“HHHoolllyyy crrrriiivvvnns!! Lance! Josh’s mouth is like a wet fist trying to squeeze the juice from my bollocks, and your little guy is hiccoughing in my arsehole. Feels kind of nice. Strrrannge, but nice!”

“Kewl!” said Lance. “Let’s do it some more!!”

“Whap, Whap, Hhhlrrrgh.. hhirrgh, Uurrgggghhh… uurrrggghhh,  “Whap, Whap, Hhhlrrrgh..hhirrgh, Uurrgggghh… uuurrrgghhh, “Whap, Whap, Hhhlrrrgh.. hhirrgh, Uurgghhh… uurrrgghhh, “Whap, Whap, Hhhlrrrgh.. hhirrgh, Uurrgghhh… uurrrgghhh…

 HHHhhHoolllyyyy crrrriiivvvenns!!! That was Clyde shooting off into my buddy’s throat as I fucked my swimmers up into Josh’s arse and screamed up into Clyde’s hole.

Then there was a lot of panting that nearly drowned out Lance’s hysterical hooting.

“I don’t know what I liked better, seeing Skip’s defenseless little boy balls cramping against his dick when I smacked them, or that look on your face, Clyde, when the three of you went off together. Soooooo fucking glad I got it on video. Wait ‘til I get this up on the big screen. You better have Josh ready to suck one out of you again, because you’re going to be cumming like a race horse…again. But seriously dude, now you gotta take the camera and get your arse off Skippy’s face so I can fuck it. You can let Josh fuck him in the arse if you want, but I’ve got a fiercely fine load to drop in his mouth, so fucking move it!

Clyde moved, Josh fucked, Lance dropped…Clyde filmed, and I swallowed.

In Which the Men Attend a Halloween Party

Of course Josh decided to go as a sheep. With his big round eyes, he always looked as if he were born yesterday. He was wooly all over except for the cut outs from his tailbone to his pubes and around both nipples. He had a fluffy little tail sticking out of a butt plug that Clyde had screwed into his pussy, whistling and humming as he worked it in.

“Ach, my’ lamb, m’ wee baerrrrn! At home some men stick the back legs of a fine sheep in the front of their boots, stick their dicks in its soft hole, then slow walk it toward the edge of a cliff. Then at the edge, the more the sheep backs up, the tighter the hole. They say it’s a sweet fuck, though I’ve neigh tried it. Clyde was proudly decked out in his dress kilt. He worked Josh’s balls a bit and jerked his dick a couple of times. “Perhaps after the party we can go to the rrroof and see how you handle it, my lamb. Meantime, get your head under my kilt, I mean to feed you before we’re off for the fun and the frrrolicking!”Clyde stood with one foot on a chair, his hand on his hip, like Captain Morgan while Josh butted his head under the heavy cloth and found his mouth’s delight. Clyde’s contented grin said it all.

Lance looked magnificent in his Goliath outfit. The sheepskin tunic and wide leather belt made his waist look smaller and his shoulders broader even than they actually were. It was short enough to emphasize the beauty of his muscled legs. The sandals made his feet look yummy. I always tended to get lost in his face though.

“Skip! You look like you’ve never seen me before. Go get your costume and put it on!”

 I walked over to the bookcase and came back with my outfit.

“Well…put it on Skip! No…on your shoulder. You’re David, remember?”

The strings on the little scrap  of cloth made me think it was a loin cloth, but Lance explained it was a sling for throwing rocks, not holding them. He showed me the picture again. I looked at it and moved the cloth on top of my right shoulder.

“Perfect, little dude!’ The bros are going to drip like faucets watching your free balling pert little junk and your fuckable butt. I’ll truly be fighting them off with this club.” Lance held up the big gnarly branch that completed his costume. “But first, you need to get fucking busy on my other club. Kneel, and worship, little David.”

I sighed and contentedly sank to my knees. Lance walked up and lifted the front of his tunic. Commando, of course. I found where I last left off and set to work anew.

“Skip! You’re one dangerous guy. I’m so fucking temped to do nothing all day but fuck your holes. It’s too bad I can’t cum as much as I piss. If I could, your gut would look like a bowling ball. Suck out my nut, little dude! Fag out on my meat!”

I did it pretty quickly too. While Lance swayed and grunted above me, I concentrated on teasing him just under his piss slit and then pressure washed the rest of his machinery, rolling his big nuts with my finger tips. In just a couple of minutes his balls gave it up – big time, and my stomach won the lottery once more. Lance’s cock really liked to cum in my mouth. My guy’s hooting set Clyde off and I could hear Josh gulping frantically, his tender mouth awash with the huge man’s spew.

“Fuck! You are the best suck ever, little dude! I love to see your little dick bobbing like that when you suck me. Come and suck daddy’s nip while you pull out your little load.” Lance pulled open the front of his tunic and mashed my mouth against his quarter sized cone. “Remember, grab it and gobble it, little dude!”As I nursed and jerked, Lance gently rubbed my own two tender nips before pinching them smartly and pulling me too him.

I pumped out my nut in no time, caught it in my palm and had in my stomach just a few moments later. Lance brought my face back to kiss his big nipple goodbye, and we were off.

Well, it was quite the party. The social room was redone as a giant cave. Dim lights, styrofoam rocks and several fog machines made the place seem like somewhere between universes. Brothers and pledges roamed here and there. Of course there was a bar, and a few guys toking on joints. The atmosphere was relaxed, but with an edge of expectation. Betting was happening here and there. Everyone was waiting to see what the games committee had come up with this year.

One brother was sitting in a half whiskey barrel full of beer, his arms and legs hanging from the sides. Two pledges were taking turns bobbing for dick to see which would suck out his load. There was a ball-bash booth where brothers could buy 10 wiffle balls and throw at six pledges who lay on the floor, their dicks sticking up through hole in a plywood panel. The first one to get a dick to go soft would win second  prize. The first to make a dick squirt would win first. There were already pools of juice gathering on the wood.

Clyde had entered the pledge carrying contest. A brother would grab his pledge in a bear hug, lift him off his feet, and carry him across the room to set him down on a chair. The giant was quicker than he looked, and strong as the Clydesdale he resembles. He won all ten races, finishing by picking Josh up again, then sitting in his place. He lifted his kilt and Josh dropped and got busy with his mouth while Clyde caught his breath and the games master brought him his winnings.

Lance had entered an arm wrestling contest. There was only one other contestant, a muscle bound brother who had hulked up by pumping iron and sneaking steroids, by the look of him. An education major named Rhett Futman. He was dressed as a boxer but had his gloves hanging around his neck. His pledge was dressed as an old fashioned newsboy with suspenders and backward cap. Mr. Boxer’s dick looked large and half hard judging by the long lump in his satin boxing shorts. His pledge’s pants were cut out in front and back so his little pink butt glowed pink in back, while his dick swung free in front.

When the two big men sat at the game table, you could see their arms were the same length, but Mr. Boxer-man’s biceps looked half again as big as Lance’s.

“Whatdayabet, Lance?” said Rhett.

‘HHHmmmmmm,’ my guy reflected.”Two out of three, winner gets his choice of holes and calls the shots for the other two.” It took me a moment to figure out he meant that the winner decided who’d get fucked and how the other two would participate.

“You’re on, pretty boy!” sneered Mr. Futman, the Boxer.

Both men clasped hands and grunted as their arms swelled up and began shaking. After about a minute of strain, Mr. Boxer slowly forced Lances knuckles to the table.  But Lance just smiled.

Round two took longer. While Lance’s opponent had the bigger biceps, Lance seemed to have some hidden secret, out lasting and then forcing the man to the table, making the match a tie. The third would determine who called the shots for all of us.

Well, it didn’t take long. It was amazing to see Lance looking almost at ease while his match-up turned red in the face and went down to defeat. Lance later explained that since he relaxed his bigger muscles ad used the stronger ones closer to the bone, he knew he was going to win over Mr. Huff-N-Puff Futman.

“Rhett! Glad you’re a gentleman and a looser, dude! Drop your drawers and have your trainer boy wet you up. Skip! On all fours, right now.

“Rhett, kneel and stick your dick in that perfect arse. You’re going to tell your guy to slide under there and suck little Davey while you and I play in his holes. Oh…and yeah! My buddy Clyde just grabbed a ping pong paddle and he’ll be using it to warm your muscular melons while you’re fucking my pledge. I’m going to love watching your face, man! Your dick’s going to be in heaven and your butts going to be in hell. It’s making me drip just thinking about it, Rhett. Now get to fucking work.”

In no time the nameless pledge wetted down Rhett’s rump ripper. Rhett wasn’t as big as Lance, but he packed enough to pack a punch. This he did in a major way, sinking in until his curlies scoured and sanded my arse lips. Lance knelt at my head and pulled open his tunic. I swallowed his bobbing hard-on. Soooooo good!

“Whhhaaaaccckk!” Clyde had a strong back hand.

“Fuckin’ SHHHIIIITTTT!” Rhett was feeling it.

“Whhhaaaaccckkkk!” 

“AAAAA!”

“Whhhaaaaccckkk!”

 “FFFUUCCCCKK!’

Ol’ Rhett might be yelling, but his dick in my butt loved it all. I could actually feel it pulse as my arse worked to milk it.

I could hear the gloves that were hung around his neck smacking against the big man’s chest as he fucked me. He was building up speed too, trying to get the butt smacking over with, I guess.

Beneath me I could hear the pledge mewing as he sucked my dick. He really wanted me to feed him and I kind of like to help out people who are desperate.

“Whhhaaaaccckkk!” 

“AAAAAA!”

“Whhhaaaaccckkk!”

 “FFFUUCCCCKK!’

Lance was lazily fucking my mouth and chuckling. I looked up and could see the smirk on his amazing face as he watched Rhett who flinched, twisted and fucked away in my hole.

“Whhhaaacckkk!” 

“AAAAA!”

“Whhhaaaccckkk!”

 “FFFFUUCCCKK!’

Josh told me later that he had his head up Clyde’s kilt the whole time and that Clyde seemed to really like his paddling assignment.  The big Scott fired his ball bullets into Josh as he battered Rhett’s butt. Josh drained the big pole and then nursed quietly, jacking himself while he waited for the rest of us.

‘WHACK… WHACK… WHACK… WHACK… WHACK… WHACK… WHACK… WHACK…” Clyde had gotten impatient now that he’d dropped his wad.

‘FFFFUCCCCKKKKK!!!!!” yelled Rhett as he painted my guts.

‘Ehnn… ehn… EEEEHHNN… EHHNNN!” That was me unloading in the son of a bitch pledges mouth as he flicked my balls and I shot down his throat.

“Oooohhhh fucking hell yessssss!!!!!! Chuckled Lance and he fed me his ball batter. I happily sucked it out and down, looking up to see him beaming down at me.

“Little Davey! Looks like Goliath won this time around. Let’s go home and fuck. I want some quiet so I can hear you beg, little guy.

“Oh, and don’t forget your costume.”

In Which the Boys’ Fathers Cum

Josh and I were under a table again. I was spending so much time having guys give it to me under the table that I was starting to feel illegal or something.

I had my hands on the man’s knees, holding them apart and rubbing them through the heavy wool while I quietly sucked on his dick.

To my left, Josh was doing the same thing before slipping down to gently chew on the big balls that hung below. At one time I had apparently been in one of those balls. You see, Josh was sucking off my dad, Coach Dirk Lamb, as in the cheer: “Dirk Lamb, the man with the plan.” Dad is a high school football coach. He’d coached the team to win all state back when the now deceased Mr. Grimes was quarterback –  the Grimes who died with his dick in his best friend’s mouth.

The balls I rolled on my fingertips were sweating…their owner was so turned on. They belonged to Josh’s dad, the Reverend Treat.  A minister in a very conservative church, the big man often ranted about sin and destruction and general moral turpitude from his uptight pulpit. Rev. Treat’s dick didn’t seem to agree with his theology, gauging by how it pulsed in my mouth.

Above us our pleasantly surprised dads chatted away with Lance and Clyde over lunch.

“Yep Coach! Reverend! We’re like really glad you could join us for lunch. Since it’s Fathers’ Weekend, and because we’ve been helping your sons get settled into college life, we thought it would be good to spend a little quality time with you two. Skip and Josh won’t be joining us for burgers. They’re in training for an upcoming frat contest and are on a liquid diet today,” explained Lance as he worked his stockinged foot between my legs and poked me in the balls. “Clyde and I were thinking that our university is kind of famous for its service programs. We thought you might benefit from their outreach, as it were. For instance, some of the girls in the sororities have these service events where they like to reach out and grab a guy by the crotch and then take it from there, if you know what I mean,” explained Lance. “So this is that kind service event, one that we felt should be offered anonymously so that no public praise or notice would be forth coming, if you know what I mean. The sororities like to keep their reputations pure, and we want to help them with that.”

“Fuckin’ hell…sorry Reverend!..well…uh…Lance…this is absolutely amazing, is about all I can say,” answered my dad. “How about you, Reverend? Must be one hell of a sorority…oh, sorry again, Reverend.”

Our dads had just met up with each other before lunch. They’d each ordered giant burgers with fries and were washing it all down with beers while we sucked them from below.

“The Lord works in mysterious ways, Coach Lamb, but the way this hot wet mouth is working my private parts, I got to say is more glorious than mysterious.  I’mmmm…well…I’m not at all sure…at all sure that I should be…”

‘Oh hell and what the fuck, Reverend! Let your junk get some air once in a while! Make some joyful noises, or whatever! My balls are getting chewed in the very best way. Those sperm buckets are going to climb half way up my dick and deliver the goods in about another minute and a half. Can you hear all that sucking going on down there? It sounds like hogs at a trough. I fucking love getting my dick sucked, don’t you Rev.?”

“Well…uh…actually…I guess I do enjoy…OH SHIT! I JUST GOT DEEPTHROATED… FUCKKKKK!!!!!…or what I meant to say was that the good Lord has instructed us to bear witness to the truth, and the truth is that I’m going to shoot my fucking load in about ten fucking seconds!”

“Offer it up, Rev., offer it all fucking up!” encouraged Lance, “I’m sure your gift will be righteously received!”

Josh’s dad was a gusher, just like his son. I capped his well and his hot thick nut spewed into the back of my throat. I slurped and gulped it all down.

“Rrrreevvrreeeend,” opined Clyde, “it’s such a fine thing to see a man of the cloth enjoying himself. Do ya ken that your eye’s roll up and yerr mouth falls open when  shoot yourrrr seed?”

My dad’s voice sounded strangled as he said, “I’m fucking glad Skip isn’t sitting with us…because…I’m going to blast my ball batter to hell and back!”

“Skip’s not going to see your face sir!” Lance reassured him. “Lucky thing too, because you’re really sweatin’ it, dude! You look like you’re gonna be feeding some cheerleader…like you’re going to give up every last swimmer in your fucking man nuts! Go for it, coach!”

“FFFUUCCCKKKIINN.. SSHHIITTT… EEAATTT  MEEEEEEE!,” yelled Coach Treat as he fed my best bud his best stud starch.

Lance chimed in, “I’ll flag down the waiter to get another beer for each of you. Coach, I think you’ll be doing a replay in a few minutes. The servers we picked for you are truly dedicated, Rev! I think you’ll be called on to give of yourself yet again. Clyde and I can learn so much from being around a couple of father figure like you two, don’t you think? Just be sure not to peak, okay fellas? I think there’d be all kind of embarrassment going on under the table.”

“Oh, you can trust us, guys! The Reverend and I would never want to embarrass some sorority, would we, Rev?”

‘’Oh my god NO! I think I’m headed for another joyous shout!!” said Josh’s dad. He sounded a little worried, but quite committed.

Reverend Treat’s knob was starting to swell again in my mouth. As usual, Lance knew what he was talking about..

In Which Josh Practices His Skills and Skippy is Smarter Than Thought

As part of his curriculum, Josh was studying massage. It wasn’t just theory either, Josh had to do several hours each week of hands-on practice. He’d use me for things like face massage, or fingers, or feet, but for the major areas, he always got Clyde to lie down for him. (Between you and me, I think Clyde would do just about anything for Josh, as long as it somehow involved sticking his big dick in my buddy.)

Tonight Lance was half sitting, half lying with a business text on his stomach. Back to back with his book was my monograph on Bell-hopping etiquette. I could read it while I sucked quietly on Lance’s perfect dick. Out of the corners of our eyes, we kept watch on Clyde and Josh, though. Much more interesting than our reading assignments, let…me…tell…you!

Clyde was lying on the rug, face down, his head cradled in his burly crossed arms. Josh sat on the big man’s butt, leaning forward to work the long, wide back muscles that tapered from the broad shoulders to his comparatively dainty (but big!) waist. Clyde was growling deep in his chest, kind of like a cat purring…a very big cat with a very deep purr.

Josh wiggle-walked his way backward, sliding up and over Clyde’s powerful butt until he sat across the man’s ankles. Josh leaned forward with all his weight as he kneaded the big man’s glutes, lifting and separating them, doing deep thumb circles over the taut globes. He put his palms together and sliced between the two muscle melons, pulling them apart, then holding them open, as he eyed his second favorite target. Josh took a deep breath, then slowly lowered his face into the crack and kissed Clyde’s hole. Josh kissed that little muscle knot like he’d been gone for months and was happy to be back. Then Josh started Frenching it. His muscular wet tongue tickled the center, slathered spit all around the outside. Then he used his lip covered teeth to pry it open a little. He was especially good at working tongue into the big man’s hole while he slurped and munched the ring. Clyde was moaning on every exhale. While Josh ate arse, he worked Clyde’s big balls out from under him and massaged away, gently kneading, rolling and teasing the tender big spheres.

Clyde was now panting. Josh was really, really good at eating arse and teasing balls.

Lance and I traded glances, then we traded nods. It wouldn’t be much longer now….

“Crivens ma eibhinn ballach! On yer hands and knees for me you’re getting. I’ll be rrrraw dogging yourrr hungry hole NOW!”

Josh was quick on his feet, and even quicker on his knees. He was up and braced, his pert little butt facing Clyde as the big man rose to his knees and pivoted. Josh dropped his head and waited for the impact. Clyde surprised him though by slapping a big hand on each of my bud’s cheeks and diving into the hot cleft. He licked like a horse at a salt lick, then he ate noisily for a minute or so before knee walking forward and placing his big knob at Josh’s little pucker. It always looked impossible. Every time.

“Brace yourself, my Joshie, my banger’s going in your roaster now…. oooOOUUUUUFFFFFF!!!!!”

It was always amazing to see that big thing disappear into another dimension. Josh’s head flew up like a Doberman on alert. He bent his elbows a little to brace himself and…

“Blllllaaaam… bllllaaaaam… blllllaaaaamm….” Clyde started posting an even, deep fucking. It was like watching someone pounding railroad spikes in the wall.

“Boooom… Boooom… Booooom… Bllllaaaam!”

His big mitts rested on Josh’s hips, thumbs at the base of his spine and his fingers reaching around to grab the forward points of Josh’s hip bone. Clyde rocked on, a steady deep pounding that already had both of them sweating. You could see Clyde’s big balls swinging in their sack, smacking Josh’s smaller, higher hanging ones with every fuck. Both men were now glassy-eyed in fuck lust.

“Skip! Take my dick out of your mouth for a minute and go help out your buddy. He’s got some major achy dick going on, and Clyde’s too busy pounding his pussy to help.”

Knowing I would soon be back, I crawled over, flipped onto my back, scooted under Josh, then reached up to swallow the tip of his angry red dick meat. His dick was desperate. I knew exactly how to help it.

As I scoured the knob with my tongue, Josh whimpered a little. He whimpered more and louder when I deep throated his stick and began bobbing on both the knob and half the shaft. I set up a counter rhythm to Clyde’s jack hammering.

“Bllllaaammm… suck-suck… Bllllaaammm… suck-suck… Bllllaaaamm… suck-suck…”

Clyde was heading for the barn. You could practically here him whinny. Josh’s whimpering picked up speed and started climbing in pitch.

Clyde was now panting like a sprinter at the finish line. I could see his big balls rise up in their big bag. Josh’s were pulled tight against the bottom of his smaller dick.

Clyde gulped air and jabbed Josh like a toreador stabs his bull. Josh tossed his head back. “FFFUUUCCCKCCKKKKK!!!” they screamed in unison, one bass, one tenor.

Clyde’s dick unloaded in Josh’s pussy just as my buddy fed me his steaming hot goo. I swallowed for quite some time.

Clyde pulled his cock out of Josh’s arse , then walked around and stuck it in his mouth.

I kept nursing on Josh.

“SSShhluuuuuooopp.” Clyde pulled his dick out of Josh’s mouth.

“SSHhhlllliiiipp.” Josh pulled his dick out of mine.

Lance guffawed as he watched. “How about you two overheated fucksters go out and get us all some food? Skip and I need to study and it’s hard to do with you two rutting like like a Clydesdale on a pony just a couple of feet away,” said Lance.

As Clyde and Josh dressed and headed out for pizza, Lance snapped his fingers and pointed to his dick. I was back on the job in no time.

“Skip! I’ve been reading this fucking page for a half hour now and it doesn’t make any fucking sense! Look at this shit!”

Lance turned the book around so I could see his business math text. My brow furled as I read.

“FFFIDIENENENTT OOFFF THHEHEH CCOCMMPPANNIESS…” I said around his cock in my mouth.

“Skip, I know you need me in you, but go ahead and drop my dick for a minute. You’ll be eating me again soon. What is it you’re trying to say, little dude?”

“Well, thirteen of the companies have enough debts that if they need to amortize them over a standard period…”

“Shit, little dude! You mean you really get this?” shouted Lance.

“Well…uh…yeah, I do. You see, like dad was so busy coaching and mom wasn’t any good with money, so I kind of took over all our money stuff and I needed to bring in some cash for the family, so I worked on weekends, including working some for my mom’s brother at his mortgage company on weekends and with dad’s sister at her accounting firm. So I picked up some stuff, I guess.”

“You guess?!! Skip, you are now my official homework slave. Not only that, but we’re going to get your arse into some fucking heavy financial management classes. I’ll make sure your brain isn’t going to waste anymore than your mouth and pussy are. I’m going to work you inside and out, babe. I’m going to keep making you squeal while you keep making us some money. Get up here and have a seat, little dude, you so need my dick  way the fuck up inside your hot little hole! Then when Clyde and Josh are back, I’ll have them help celebrate by cumming on my meat, then I’ll feed you all three or our loads. How’s that sound, little dude?

Lance loved to celebrate. I did too. I hummed on.

Young pretty baby face nice slim body 5” cock I’m a boy wanting to be a little girl for older men after being used as a faggot in public at the park by four old men. I’m becoming addicted/hypnotized all I can think about/want is to be used.

I got another package in the mail just said Danni . So glad that mom was at work what would she think about her little boy if she found out ? Looked inside found lingerie panties nylons garter belt training bra slippers all pure white in color and a long black trench coat.Pictures of me naked sucking cocks getting fucked. And a note:

Danni my pretty girl my sissy faggot my teenage bride Saturday 10 pm . I got hard really hard

Took a bubble bath sprayed on my mom’s perfume painted my nails lipstick put my hair in pigtails put on my panties nylons garter belt sexy little bra and the babydoll silk lingerie. Looked in the mirror god I looked so hot so sexy so pretty so young just like a teenage bride. The trench coat made me look mysterious and innocent.

Walking to the park feeling so sexy and excited knowing that the cars passing me bywere looking at me a few flashing their lights at me. A older model truck pulled up to me.

“ Hey baby need a ride are you ok aren’t you a little young to be out this late” I looked inside it was a older guy like 60 or so. “ I’m going to the park sure I’ll take a ride “ I said in a sexy voice.

Sliding in my trench coat got caught on his bench seat and he could see my lingerie panties I giggled and closed the coat. He just stared at me for a long time. I leaned back against the door placing my foot on his crotch.

He started to stutter mumbling something about me being so young so pretty saying he dint want to get in trouble. I could feel him getting hard as I rubbed my foot on him.

“ It’s ok I whispered “ I won’t tell if you don’t “ as I opened my coat so he could see all of me. I leaned into him kissing him as I unzipped him pulling his pants down.

“ I’m meeting my daddy so I can only go down on you “ I started to kiss lick and sucked him parked by the side of the road knowing passing cars could see what was going on.

He came really quick in my mouth. I loved it.

He dropped me off I walked into the park no one around that I could see. I started to get nervous when a seen lights flashing in the back of the parking lot.

I walked over opening my coat flashing my body twirling around giggling and laughing so turned on I was.

He was standing outside the van completely naked fat belly and all. I dropped my coat on the parking lot.

“ Do you like I’m your teenage bride all dressed in white just for you “

I walked up to him french kissing him moaning loudly rubbing my hands all over him.

He grabbed my hand took me to the other side of the van. I gasped. A mattress video cameras and like 10 men.

“ Told you boys that I have a teenage baby girl sissy faggot ready to be used she loves being double fucked in her ass and mouth. Go ahead you paid good money for this. “

I was in shock until I felt all these hands on my body pinching me lips kissing me all over my neck my nipples my cock my ass.i moaned loudly as I was being stripped naked in public not caring only lust in my eyes.

So much cum so many cocks filling my mouth my ass. Two in my pussy two in my mouth was The hottest thing ever. I kept looking into the cameras smiling begging for more all night long. I sucked on their asses just like a slut got spanked hard was called every dirty name : cunt slut bitch whore sissy faggot cumslut cocksucking cumloving little girl. I was in heaven. Exhausted I closed my eyes.

I awoke with just the trench coat covering me lying on the mattress. All alone again.

I looked for my clothes they were all ripped torn wet n sticky. Completely naked lingerie ruined I put on the coat it was covered in cum. I was covered in cum I could feel it dripping down my ass on my legs.

Walking home barefoot naked underneath my boner was rock hard. It started to rain.

His van was in the driveway I could hear a video playing loudly I knew it was me by my moaning my screams my begging for cocks over and over.

I looked down at my dick, which was throbbing hard and slick-wet. Kevin’s tongue lapped at it, sucking his own spit off the hard staff. He pulled back a little, running his fingers along my nutsac.

“Looks like these fellows are ready to blow,” he observed, teasing my balls heavy with sperm and now clinging hard to my cock.

“Been wanting to the last fifteen minutes,” I gasped. “Don’t know how you keep me on edge, bud.”

I had to admire the view. Kevin Bailey was a star linebacker on our high school team. He was tall and big, really beefy for a kid his age, and it took his senior year before he came out of his shell: he shaved his scraggly hair to a crew cut, started paying attention to the way he dressed, and was steadily banging his way through the cheerleader squad.

Fortunately, for me, Kev’s even more of a dick hound. Loved sucking it, loved rubbing it, loved taking it up his hard, buff ass. I told myself throughout my first years of high school that I didn’t have the hots for my teammate and best friend. There were tons of men around to fantasize about, and lately my thoughts had been drifting toward what it would be like to have sex with an older guy. Like Larry Wilson, my police-officer neighbor, or the guy who ran the hardware store where Kevin worked on weekends.

But one night Kev and I had scored a bottle of Jim Beam and were nursing a good buzz when it just happened. A quarterback kissing his linebacker right in a car in a deserted parking lot.

Then, like now, he went down on me, my hands gripping the back of his head and feeling the hard-soft bristle of his short hair, then using my force to pound my dick in. Kevin gulped and moaned but I could tell he loved it. So did I.

No holding back now, I punched in seven solid strokes til my nuts couldn’t take any more and suddenly the hot, full load was traveling up my stalk and sperming Kev’s hot mouth.

I was catching my breath when my friend heaved his big body up and lay next to me, covering my mouth with his. My jizz still fresh, I could taste it as we made out. I finally broke the kiss.

“Your turn, bud. I bet you gotta get off big.”

The big bruiser blushed and bit his lip. “I already did, Jeff.”

I looked down where the football player’s cum pooled up on my mattress. Nice, thick globs were everywhere. I laughed, and soon Kevin joined me. Soon we were kissing again and exploring each other’s muscular bodies with eager hands.

“I’m glad you’re into this, buddy,” I growled into his ear.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah, I feel I can go all night.” Rolling on top of him, I grabbed his wrists and pinned them back behind him playfully.

“Hey Captain…” His nickname for me. It started as a joke after I was named Team Captain after a particularly good performance in a close game against Masterson High. Soon, the name stuck.

“Yeah?” My boner was impatiently nudging Kev’s hard gut.

“I gotta tell you something, but you gotta promise you’re not gonna hate me.”

“Hate you? Jesus, Kevin, what is it?” God, he looked hot pinned beneath me, his underarm hair showing beneath the heavy knots of his bicep muscle.

“It’s nothing to do with you, but I’m worried… well, worried that you’re gonna be ashamed to be my bud after you find out.”

A dozen possibilities went through my head, but I checked myself. I was the gay QB here who’d lived the last years terrified Kevin would disown me as a friend. Now he was feeling something similar. “Ain’t gonna happen bud. I promise.”

He hesitated, looking me square in the eye. “And you gotta promise not to tell a living soul.”

This one was easy. “Promise.” I’d take a secret from Kevin to the grave.

“Well, it’s my dad. He and I…. we have sex.”

I know my eyes widened but I tried not to let on that anything was unusual. I half thought Kevin was pulling my leg but didn’t want to say anything in case he wasn’t. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s how I knew I’d like it with you. Dad and I fuck couple times a week. Sometimes I suck him off after work. Sick, huh?” His face burned red in shame.

I couldn’t resist reaching down and stroking his cheek. “Man, Kevin, I’m not gonna judge you. I mean it’s a little weird, but I, uh….” I couldn’t finish my sentence but my prick did. It was hardening pretty fast between our bodies.

Kevin definitely felt it. His look of dread transformed into a sly smile. “You devil,” he teased. “And here I thought I was the only perverted one.”

It was my turn to be embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Kevin. I mean, he’s your Dad and I shouldn’t be thinking about him that way.”

“‘s OK, Cap. My father turns me on, you get turned on by the thought of me and him doing it.” HIs hips were thrusting back against mine, and our lips met again. We were definitely revving up for round two. “Or,” he continued, “do you just have the hots for him? My dad.”

“Both,” I answered assuredly, my hard prick rubbing against my buddy’s furry gut. “Oh, fuck!” I gasped, feeling a sense of sexual taboo I never had before.

“You gonna fuck me, Captain?” Kevin asked, scooting his ass in position and spreading his legs, hooking is calves around my waist. “You gonna fuck me while I tell you about how my daddy fucks me.”

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered reaching over to find my lubricant. Not time for precision application, I just squired the liquid all over the place and started pushing my cock into him.

“Aw, yeah, that’s it. Push that cock right into me, Cap.”

“Fuck yeah, Kev. You want my meat bad.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe, man. Punch it in me. Yeah, like that. All the fucking way.”

I did as he ordered, as my hormones ordered. With the minimum of preliminaries I was fucking my bud.

“Who’s better?” I huffed, pounding my cock deep into his bowels. “Me or your dad?”

The very question made Kevin’s hardon bounce on his gut, pritzing pre-fuck juice everywhere. “Aw, man, I can’t say. Your dick is bigger than Dad’s.”

“Yeah?” I asked. I definitely had a bigger cock than Kevin’s – both longer and fatter – and I got a rush every time he praised my size. I punched in at a slightly different angle to see what reaction I’d get.

“Fuck yeah, you’re huge, Jeff. But you know that.”

I grinned.

“It makes me feel good.”

“My dick in you?”

“Yeah, your big honking dick. Thrusting in me, bud. Thing is….”

“What?”

“You can’t imagine how incredibly insanely hot it is to be screwed by your own dad.”

I had a mental image of Mr. Bailey fucking Kevin and almost lost it then. Then, in a nasty thought entered my head. “Think I should try it? With my old man?”

That made Kevin’s eyes widen. “You get fucked?” All this time I’d pretty much been fucker rather than fuckee.

“Maybe Dad should be the one to break me in.”

“Wow, Mr. Case fucking you… I think your dad is hot.”

I’d never thought of him that way. My dad’s pretty cool but he’s a little overweight and, well, just pretty average. “Your dad’s hotter,” I said.

With that I started to cum inside Kevin.

****

From then on, we talked about our dads from time to time, particularly when we wanted to get real turned on, but I thought I was just that: talk.

Till one Friday I was staying over at Kevin’s. We kind of camped out in the basement rec room, while his parents and sister stayed upstairs. We always had all the privacy we wanted to fuck around in between playing video games. I’d saved up my load all week so knew I was good for at least three rounds that night.

Only Mr. Bailey knocked and started coming down the stairs. He wore only a towel around his waist, revealing his burly, hairy body to me and Kevin. “Sorry to bother you fellows, but I wanted to use the shower down here. Kevin’s mother’s decided to take a bubble bath tonight.”

Kevin basically muttered out an OK, but I was speechless. John Bailey was hot! Big, brawny, muscular, just like his son but even bigger. Salt and pepper hair and his build type gave away the fact he was in his mid 40s but otherwise he was in tip-top shape, with a flat stomach and solid arm definition. Best of all, full meaty nipples protruded out from his wide chest. Nice swirls of chest hair became to a mat of fur leading to his hidden crotch.

The minute he closed the door to the basement bathroom, Kevin was on me, kissing me, sticking his thick tongue in my mouth and gripping my cock through my shorts. It was already hardening.

The idea that we were making out with his dad in the next room turned me on even more. Then, just as the sound of water stopped, Kevin pulled back, hopping into an armchair across from me. An impish grin on his face. Fuck! Our cocks were both tenting up majorly now, and I did my best to catch my breath.

The door opened and Kevin’s dad stepped out. This time, Mr. Bailey wasn’t wearing the towel. His nude body was displayed for our gaze and his cock hung heavy and soft between his furry thighs. That dick was my vision of male perfection. Full, large… promising the power it would hold in its erect state. I guess I’d been thinking a lot lately of what an older man’s dick would look like, and Kevin’s father surpassed my expectations.

“Thanks, guys. Again, sorry to bother you.” Casually toweling of his chest, midsection, and back, he made no move from his stance in front of us. His prick swung softly in front of him after the towel wiped it dry.

“It’s OK, Mr. B.” I blurted out, my breath quickening. “We don’t mind some company.”

It was a dumb thing to say, maybe, but I think the man liked my answer. He looked directly at me, a slight smile on his face but otherwise silent. His eyes swept down my body till I knew he could see the outline of my cock. He stared and his own prick started to flesh out, til the daddy erection poked out between his legs, first plumping out in front of him, then starting its path up toward the ceiling.

The whole time he looked at me with expectation. I couldn’t decide whether to look into his steely gaze or his hardening dick.

“You got a nice boner, Mr. B,” I finally said.

“Glad you like it Jeff,” the man said, his voice now soft but low. “Kevin says you like to fuck,”

I looked over at my friend. He had a hangdog look, like he knew I was gonna be upset he told his Dad about us. I was too turned on to care, though. Looking back at Mr. Bailey, I nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

Slowly, I pulled my shorts down til my erect stalk snapped up, hard and heavy.

“Damn, you’re hung,” Mr. Bailey whistled. “No wonder they call you and Kevin the Dream Team.” A term Coach Carson had started. Don’t think this was what Coach had in mind. He then turned to Kevin. “He really fucks you with that thing?”

Kevin, now eager that something was about to happen, nodded. “Yeah Dad. He knows what to do with it, too.” Their eyes locked, communicating something primal that only father and son could share. I was happy to be the third wheel.

Kev’s Dad then asked me. “Is that right? Who taught you how to fuck?”

I shook my head. “No one, sir. Guess I just took to it.”

He paused and sized me up. Taking slow steps toward me, his cock bounced and swayed a little. Damn, it was a beauty. Mr. B had a grade-A perfect erection. Not as big as mine, but a nice full size, with a perfect straight shape. “A natural, huh? You guys are usually the best at it.” He turned around and all of a sudden I had a vision of the most beautiful, full man ass in existence. Round, hairy, masculine. My dick liked it. A lot. It started smacking against my abs with each heart beat. Bailey kept backing up. Hiking his butt up a little, spreading his legs out. I could see the hairy asscleft in front of me.

I greedily grabbed his full, masculine butt cheeks, using my grip to pry them apart. My heart about stopped as I exposed the deep hairy trench and a nice red-pink daddy hole – taut but not clenched. The fresh smell of shower gel wafted into my nose, along with the heat and smell of another man.

“Man, Mr. B,” I couldn’t help exclaiming. “You got a hot hole.”

“Yeah?” he laughed, clearly enjoying my appreciation.

“Fuck yeah, Nice hot daddy fuckhole,” I growled, right before I leaned forward to complete the action. My face buried in my best friend’s dad’s ass. With his son watching. I started licking, pushing my tongue into the soft wet fur lining the trench. Soon I was zeroing in to the soft, hot manhole, the one place there was a break in the hair. My tongue flittered and I heard a loud moan emanate from Mr. B.

“Damn, Jeff, that’s it. Lick my nasty dadhole.” He reached behind and grabbed my head, holding me in place so I would move away from prime asslicking position. It wasn’t necessary: I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I started a nice rhythm, going from rim-licking to deep tongue penetration and back, throwing a few long, wide swipes.

It was hard to hear with my face buried between Mr. Bailey’s muscular cheeks, but I heard him speak to Kevin. “He do this for you, son?”

As if by sixth sense I knew Kev was watching the scene wide-eyed and jacking his thick tight-end cock. “Nah. Not yet.”

“He must be a natural at this, too.” He started rotating his hips, which meant his trench was rubbing all along my face. I wasn’t gonna give up control without a fight. I reached up and grabbed the sides of his hips and held them as still as I could while my tongue powerdrilled the man’s horny hole. He finally relaxed and let me tongue-worship his anus. “Damn! Leave it to my son to find a talented top.”

“He’s good, Dad?”

“Amazing. Your friend has a real big tongue. Makes me want to get fucked so bad.”

Hearing Kevin’s dad say that, in his deep masculine voice, only egged me on. I drilled his hole double time and kneaded his butt cheeks possessively.

“Oh, yeah, ya like the idea, huh, kid? Eat my hole out man.”

“His dick’s leaking pretty bad, Dad.” I could sense my best friend was getting neared but I almost jumped in shock when I felt his warm cocksucking mouth descend on me.

“That’s it, Kev,” I heard the father say. “Suck his motherfuckin’ cock. Show him you know how to treat a top right.”

Normally my friend gave pretty awesome head, but on this occasion, he went beyond the call of duty, hoovering my stick to the base and doing something with his tongue that was gonna send me to the stars. Quick.

Haltingly, I pulled my face out of Daddy’s now spit-slick butt crack and reached down to pull Kevin off my prick. “Easy buddy,” I said, with a gentle pat to the side of his head. “I don’t wanna blow yet.”

Kevin smiled and scrambled out from under his father. He stood up, nude and erect, his heart racing, with a look on his face as if wondering what he should do.

I took charge, guiding Mr. Bailey to bend over the couch, positioning him so he could spread his legs and prop up his weight with his upper body. “Wider!” I ordered, gently kicking his legs apart. He complied, and now I once again had an amazing view of that ass trenched bared and ready for exploration.

I started to kneel down to commence my handiwork, but then got struck with a new inspiration. I looked over at my beefy fuckbuddy. “Kev, why don’t you put that dick in your dad’s mouth?”

Kevin paused, a little shellshocked at the idea. I could tell it had never occurred to him. Or if it had, it was a thought he’d been too afraid to follow through with.

“But Cap… I umh… he never has…” I noticed his prick hadn’t softened one bit.

“I don’t fucking care. I want to see your father suck your dick.”

I half expected Mr. B to object. To stand up and put his foot down and say there was no way he was sucking his son’s prick. instead, the burly man leaned forward steady, servile, and watched as his boy walked around the couch, the aching teen jock erection bobbing and swaying with each step, dripping a trail of pre-splooge onto the basement carpet.

The linebacker paused and looked down on his father. I couldn’t know what expression he was seeing in his old man’s face, but I could tell Kevin was nervous, too nervous to ask the permission he so wanted from his father.

Slowly, excruciatingly slow for me, he reached down to the base of his prick and with a gentle nudge of his thumb levered his cock gradually downward. Down until it was parallel to the floor and a few degrees further. Then the wet cockhead made contact with his dad’s lips. I gathered from Kevin’s facial expressions his father was working his lips along the tip, maybe even licking the sappy end. Soon, all too soon now, Kevin was sinking inward. Fucking his entrance into that paternal mouth.

“Holy fuck!” he exclaimed. Overcome with sensation and emotion, he shut his eyes and his body shuddered. I half thought he was orgasming right then and there, right into this dad’s craw, but it was just the shock of the most amazing feeling he’d ever had washing over him. As if on automatic, his hips thrust gently in and out, savoring the feeling of a father’s hot mouth. Kev opened his eyes. “Thanks buddy, this is so awesome.”

I cocked my head down to where his father was quickly turning the tables from getting his face fucked to actively bobbing up and down on his son’s dick. I got the feeling this wasn’t the man’s first time giving head. “I think you should be thanking your dad.”

Kevin laughed as much as he could through the sexual sensations. “Thanks dad. Aw yeah, that feels so fucking good.”

I watched enraptured as Mr. B started giving eager head to his son. Kevin was huffing and climbing closer to ejaculation. “Oh fuck, Dad. I can’t believe you’re fucking sucking my cock. Oh, that’s it. I’m almost there. A little more…. Aw FUCK!!!”

Sweat was forming all along Kevin’s chest and neck, now dripping profusely onto his father’s bobbing head. He had a telltale sound when he came, kind of a snore-like choking sound. He was sure making that sound now as he fed Mr. B what had to be a copious wad of jock jizz.

The older man for his part made sputtering sounds as he struggled to swallow it all. He was mostly successful, though I did see him wipe off some dribbles with his finger as he leaned back on his ankles, his hard fatherly cock poking straight up in sheer horniness. Casually, he licked his spermy finger, savoring his son’s seed.

“That was hot, son,” he said in a low voice. I could barely hear him.

“Wow, Dad,” Kevin sighed, looking down at his father kneeling on the couch cushion. I could tell he was trying to recover from his mega ejaculation. Maybe he was trying to make sense of the sex act, too. “I didn’t think you’d do that.”

As much as I enjoyed the father-son emotional bonding in front of me, my erection ached. Bad. I had slicked it up watching Mr. B blow Kev but had kept hands off, afraid I’d shoot just watching the hottest coupling I could imagine. I’d never seen two guys go at it, at least not in person, but to see a dad-son duo in person… well this added a new fantasy to my repertoire, for sure.

Hungrily, I stepped up behind Kevin’s dad. I placed my hand in the middle of his muscled back and gently nudged him forward into a half-leaning position. The angle was perfect: my cock head nestled into his furry crack, right at his twitching hole.

“Ready, Mr. B?” I teased.

“God, yeah,” he groaned. Sucking off his son had worked him up all right.

I clinched my ass muscles and moaned as the force pushed my dick in. Mr. B’s rectum was tight and hot! Suddenly, that hole clenched and resisted. I backed out, all the way out, till my dickhead was once again pressed against his sphincter. Teasing it, I held steady and tried to hold my breath in check.

“How big are you, Jeff?” Mr. B finally asked nervously. I gathered he was having second thoughts.

“You can measure me after we fuck, sir.” No way I was backing down now. “Hold on,” I said, then backed off to reach for the lube. I poured a generous amount on my fingers then shoved my hand right into the depths of his crack. I teased the manhole with the tips of my lubed fingers, a move that seemed to drive Mr. Bailey wild. His upper body relaxed and he hung his head down. Eagerly, he spread his legs wide again, letting me tease and prod his pucker.

Slowly, I sunk my first finger in, letting the man get used to it, really enjoy it, before adding another.

Kevin had by now sat on the couch next to us, watching intently as I fingered his dad. His orgasm had been too big for him to stay fully hard but his linebacker prick hadn’t gone soft, either. “Oh my god,” he kept muttering as he watched me defile his burly father step by step.

Pretty soon, the dad’s hole was nice and elastic and slick. It stretched against my three fingers as I twisted them in. This hole was still tight, but gone was the resistance.

Smiling, I removed my digits and gave my prick a quick jack to recoat it. I put my cock back in place and this time, it sailed right in.

“Christ!” Bailey grunted, and I swore in unison. This hole felt amazing. I eagerly sank my bone into this butch man, feeling a rush of power in the process. Especially when my nuts pressed solidly against his body. I paused and clenched down to expand my dick even further inside him.

“Aw, man, you’re gonna make me call you Captain before we’re done with, aren’t ya?” I wondered how much Kevin had told his dad about us.

“Yes, sir,” I growled. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, my cock pulled back then thrust inside him. And again. “You wanna get fucked, sir?”

“Jeez, Jeff,” Kevin said in surprise. I couldn’t tell if he was worried about his dad or turned on.

I decided to go with the latter. “You wanna see your dad fucked, Kev?” I teased, locking eyes with my buddy as my hips thrust back and forth – not full speed, but enough throttle to let Mr. B really feel my size.

Kevin was now speechless but he nodded yes lustfully. His jock dick was now back at full mast, red and angry to be aroused so quickly after cumming.

Grinning, I reached down and grabbed the underside of Mr. Bailey’s meaty thighs. Using all my upper body strength, I levered his lower body up and spread his legs, holding them there as I fucked away. The new angle drove him wild. Or maybe it was the intensity of my fuck pace. I would occasionally slow down for a few thrusts, going harder with each one, before switching to a faster pace.

“Aw fuck, kid. Pound my fucking hole. Oh god, your dick is drilling deep, buddy.”

I was doing pretty good holding off until Kevin leaned over. His father turned toward him, their faces gravitated toward one another, clearly needing one another. Then their mouths, lips locked. Dad and son kissing – full french kiss, tongues battling. It was all Mr. Bailey needed. He moaned into the kiss with his son and his body shook. Suddenly I felt waves of peristaltic tightness clenching against my dick. I was making this daddy come!

Before I realized it, my own cum was saucing Mr. B’s dad guts, my fuck thrusts pounding his now tired body into the couch cushion. A thought in the back of my mind told me to go easy on the guy, but it was too far buried to listen to. I fucked hard as I rode out my orgasm.

I stepped back proud of my handiwork. The dad’s hole was very wet and dripping with my white goo. I looked over and Kevin had jacked out a second load, which dripped on his chest.

“Well, boys,” Mr. Bailey sighed as he got up to his feet, his chest flushed red beneath the hair and a little light-headed. “I think I need another shower.”

“Mind if I join you, Mr. B.” It was a question but said like a statement.

He paused. He knew what he should say, but he didn’t say it. “Sure, Cap.” He winked at me.

Kevin looked at me a little jealous. He wanted quality time with his father. “C’mon Kev,” I said, answering the question he was afraid to ask.

We soaped up in the shower. It was a tight fit. I think Kevin and his dad thought that it was going to be a postcoital moment of cleaning up and relaxation.

I had other ideas. My hands soaped up both of the guys, getting off on the similarities between the two Bailey men as well as the differences. I was rubbing Mr. B’s back when I looked over his shoulder at Kevin. “Man, Kev, you’re a lucky guy. Getting to fool around with your dad.” I could see Kevin blush and both guys got quiet all of a sudden. Definitely feeling a little guilty.

I wasn’t going to let this drop, though. I reached around and felt the front of Bailey’s bod, his chest and stomach hair now matted by the shower water. I hugged him from behind as my erection fit into the groove of his ass. “If I lived here, I’d be fucking you all the time, Mr. B.” My hand caressed his muscles and my tongue tickled the back of his ear. “Would you like that, sir?”

This man was battling his inner angel, for sure. That tenseness returned in his body. Finally, he answered. “Jeff, maybe you can come visit a little more this summer.” Then, sighing, he added, his voice dropping lower, “Captain.”

My prick found his hole. My sperm was still inside, along with some residual lube. I pushed in for round two.

I practically lived at the Bailey house that summer.

It had been three years now and Tom Murphy looked more grown up now, having put some muscle on his frame and grown a beard. But as I made my way through the happy hour that filling up the bar, I recognized him immediately, like we were back in the Pi Kapp house in Columbus. Same cute preppy looks combined with a laidback easygoing vibe, same perfectly proportioned back tapering down to a bubble butt his shorts couldn’t hide, same sculpted thighs and calves from intramural soccer games.

“The Murph!” I growled, clapping his now bulkier shoulder and pulling up the empty bar stool he’d reserved for me. “How you doing bro? You just get in?”

Tom stood up, a huge smile on his face and gave me a big bear hug. “Horse!” he greeted reprising my fraternity nickname. “Awesome to see you bro.” Then he pulled back and ran his hands along the lapel of my suit jacket. “Looking sharp man!” he said. “You must be doing real well here in Chicago.”

He sat down and I joined him. “Eh, it’s not all that. Starter salary’s a bitch, even in finance. But,” I lowered my voice so my crudeness wouldn’t carry, “a suit gets you so much pussy in this town it’s insane.”

Tom laughed with a conspiratorial grin. “And dude tail?”

Yeah, that’s the bond Tom and I had. I was his big brother in the house, had guided him through pledging and his freshman year. We hit it off immediately, more than usual even for a big and his pledge, it actually felt like Tom and I were actual brothers sometime. It was February that year before we both realized we really loved man sex on the side. A lot. We hooked up constantly that spring before I graduated and moved off to the big city.

For a good natured, clean-cut guy, Murph could be matter of fact about his desires.

I nodded, “Whaddya think?” I teased.

He looked around. A typical beer bar downtown, a mix of businessmen, office women, and tourists. “I think I’d be boned all the time here.”

I ordered my beer and our conversation went back to normal things. Catching up on all things Ohio State and goings on at the house. Murph’s plans after graduation. My job. Life in Chicago. Our plans for a Cubs game later that evening.

Finally we’d had a couple of beers, and there was a lull in our conversation. Tom was looking at me in his goofy way and I suppose I had a goofy look on my face, too. “Fucking great to see you Murph,” I said. “Glad you could visit.”

“Yeah?” he was grinning. “I’m not putting you out? I wasn’t sure I should email.”

“You kidding, you’re always welcome here,” I said. “I know I haven’t been so good about keeping in touch, but we’re tight. Forever brothers. Regardless of what happens.”

He felt touched, and I knew what was weighing on him. That last May weekend in Columbus. Me confessing I was in love with him. Tom getting cold toward me and defensive and saying it was only fucking for him. It made going to Chicago bittersweet. Starting my own life.

I could tell he was thinking something but not saying it. Then I felt it. He’d removed his loafer and was now running his toe along my dress sock, under the hem of my trousers. The very sensation made my breath go short and a bone pop rigid in my crotch. That’s how it was with Murph. The slightest thing, the simplest touch could set me off.

“How much time we have to kill before the game, Dave?” he asked playfully.

“About two hours,” I answered. I knocked back the last inch of beer in my pint glass. “Whaddya say we head back to my place first?”

* * *

My apartment’s not much, and I had a roommate, but he was gone for the weekend, so Tom and I had the place to ourselves. He’d barely set down his backpack and me my keys when we stepped to one another. Three years almost since we’d kissed and it felt fantastic. We were giddy and excited.

Tom leaned back and ran his hands along my tie. “You look hot in a suit, bro.”

I touched his face, feeling his soft bristles. For a young guy, Murph had a surprisingly full growth of facial hair, perfectly trimmed. “I like the beard,” I said.

That made him smile. “Yeah?” he edged his face toward me again and I relished the soft hairs against my face as we made out.

I finally broke and tugged his hand, pulling back into the apartment. Murph’s eyes were on me, twinkling in lust as he followed my lead. “I wasn’t sure you’d wanna,” he started, “not after last time. Sorry for being a dick.”

“Pi Kapps don’t have to apologize, bro,” I said, reaching down to feel the bone in the crotch of his shorts. My fingers traced it like muscle memory. Sure, I’d been with other guys since Murph, some better hung, too, but none were so perfect or in shape. Then, the implications of what Tom was saying sunk in. “You mean you’ve been thinking of hooking up again, Murph?”

He grinned a sexy, naughty grin, and reached forward and started undoing my belt, then unzipping me, reaching in. There was a reason I had the nickname Horse, and Tom was now touching it, pulling out my eight-and-a-quarter inches. He let out a gasp of approval as he ran his fingers up and down the length. My cock loved it and loved the freedom to bone up unencumbered by the constriction of my briefs or trousers.

Tom gave a couple more tugs and a couple more looks of admiration, then squatted in front of me.

I knew immediately that Murph had been practicing in the years since I’d left Ohio State. I won’t say he was bad at sucking dick before, but we were both novices, fumbling our way through sex. Murph was no novice now. He bobbed up and down with perfect suction, as if he were working on drawing as much seed from my nuts. Each motion got him further down my bone. Whereas before he’d only been able to suck on a few inches, now he was working his way to an honest-to-god deep throat.

“Fuck Murph,” I groaned. “You’re awesome bud. Suck me. Suck your Horse.” It was like I was being transported back to my room in the Pi Kapp house, only the sex was even better.

Tom looked up at me, acknowledging our connection with his eyes before he turned back to the work at hand. It was a trip seeing this masculine dude go to town on my cock. Like a porn star performance. And it felt hotter than it looked even. I wasn’t gonna last long.

I tapped Murph’s shoulder through his T-shirt. “Bro, I’m almost there.” Giving him a chance to back off if he wanted. Neither of us had an issue with swallowing seed back in my fraternity days, but we knew we had to respect one another. Not treat each other like a bitch.

Tom stayed on and if anything doubled his efforts. My cum was heavy and intense. My knees buckled a little but I maintained balanced, holding onto his shoulders as I rode out my ejaculation.

Murph looked proud as he as he backed off. “Did I do you OK, Horse?” he asked, wiping the spittle and cum dribbles from his beard. He was a little out of breath.

“You fucker,” I growled, hoisting him up for a kiss. “You’ve got some major technique now.”

I could have kissed that guy forever, but I knew he had to be ready to blow himself. “I can’t promise I’m up to your skills, bro,” I said as I got down to give my ex-fraternity brother his turn.

I don’t think Tom was picky though. He seemed excited to have a mouth on his prick. His talk was sexual and encouraging. “Suck that bone, Horse. It’s better than I remembered…. fuck yeah…. You were my first, bro, never gonna forget that….. damn, I’m coming…”

Tom Murphy’s seed was salty with a taste of bitter. I drank it hungrily as it spurted into my mouth.

We plopped down on my couch, our crotches still open as our cocks softened and we recovered our energy.

Tom looked over at me. “Wild seeing you again, bro…. big man in the city.”

I’m not sure I thought of myself that way, but it was a trip seeing myself through Tom’s eyes. I nudged his arm. “And you, bro… a senior now. Ruling the roost at the Pi Kapp house, I bet?”

“Ha, that would be Peterson,” he said, referring to a burly classmate of his, who had a natural charm and gift of conversation. “He’s taken more cherries than I can count.”

“Damn, I miss those days,” I sighed.

“Yeah? Not living it up here?” Tom seemed surprised.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I do OK. And it’s awesome that I’ve moved on to a new phase in my life. But I miss the carefree times.”

I looked at my watch. “Whaddya say I change clothes and we can get to Wrigley Field? Maybe grab a bite at the park.”

Murph nodded, “sounds awesome.”

* * *

I still dated women, but I realized at moments like this that I could never go from fucking chicks to just hanging out like friends. Not like this. Tom loved catching a game, loved Wrigley field, and we found ourselves pounding back beers like in our fraternity days. Well, I guess Murph hadn’t left his.

So I was buzzed as hell as we made our way back to our neighborhood. Stopping for another drink at the local Irish pub might not have been the best idea, but Tom and I had a lot of catching up to do. Conversation flowed fast and free between us. I could tell he was anxious about life after graduation. He asked me a million questions about Chicago, nightlife, cost of living, apartments, the usual stuff.

“You thinking of moving here, Murph?” I finally asked, half hopefully but playing it off. I found myself toying with emotions I didn’t want to be toying with and the beer wasn’t helping me keep my defenses up.

I kept thinking back to earlier. The sex came so naturally. Surely, Tom was just being his usual horndog self. Maybe that’s what I was doing too. Fuck, I thought as we sat there and the bar and all I could think about was how Tom was handsome as fuck. Perfect even. He seemed to be eyeing me more, like he knew what was on my mind. His hand squeezing my leg as we talked, first to emphasize a point, then it never left, the fingers tracing my hairs, giving me a hardon. That Murph touch.

There was so much I wanted to talk about. To clear the air about that last weekend in Columbus three years ago. But I knew not to break the moment. Some things are best left in the past anyway.

“You ready?” Tom finally asked. It wasn’t even a discussion we were heading back to my place.

“Yep.” I clumsily stood up from the bar stool. Not smashed but definitely drunk.

Tom’s hands clasped my shoulder as we walked the block to my building. “Fucking great to see you brother.”

“You kidding? I’m just pissed you didn’t come to visit earlier.” It was a usual taunt between buddies, but maybe some truth there.

The apartment was dark and quiet, and we kissed drunkenly and stripped off our clothes. Tom’s hands on my body, me writhing against his. I’d had the sleeper sofa set up for him to sleep, but clearly now we had other plans. Both of us would be in my bed that night.

We made out, in lust but not in a rush. Every touch of Murph’s hands on my body drove me wild.

“So…” I started, letting my thoughts drift into new territory. “How many cherries you been popping, Murph? Been giving Peterson a run for his money?”

He growled, “I did about three dudes this year.” His mouth traced up the side of my neck, getting closer to my ear. The bristles made his kisses that much more intense. “I swear the guys get tighter each year.”

Before, three years ago, we’d never crossed that line. Me fucking Tom or him fucking me. But I’d thought about it, a lot.

“You be up for popping mine, Murph?” I asked, a nervous lump in my throat.

He leaned up and looked into my eyes, happy and eager. “You mean…. you’re still virgin?”

I nodded. God his dick felt so good against mine.

“Oh man, I’d be honored, Horse.”

We made out more fervently this time, until Tom kissed his way down my body, past my crotch, then lifted my legs up and started licking my hole. If his cocksucking skills were amazing, his rimming skills were off the chart. My dick throbbed and twitched on my belly as he made love to my hole. Relaxing me, getting me to want it.

A couple of squirts of lube on his prick and Murph as on me, my legs on his shoulder, his hand pushing his hard dick into position as he looked down on me and slowly entered. The very sight of him above me, combined with my relaxed drunken state, allowed him easy penetration. My first cock inside me, and it felt amazing.

“You want this Horse,” he said excitedly. “You want me to take your cherry.”

“Fuck me,” I moaned in response. His hips powered more cock into me, making me grunt.

“Damn you’re tighter than those freshman pledges,” Murph hissed now slowly pumping my guts with his dick. “So hot.”

He leaned down and we kissed, me excited to be losing my virginity to this guy. Tom was clearly excited too, because he started thrusting into me good and hard now. His 6-foot body had some real power to it. Soon he leaned back up to maintain the right angle and pace.

I was surprised by the sensations in my body. Leading me to orgasm but in a different way. With my cock I reach the tipping point and start spewing all of a sudden. With my ass I realized it was a steady buildup of pleasure, like a dam, until orgasm came. My cum was heavy, too, my semen hosing down my torso in multiple spurts.

Murph was there, too, fucking into me faster now. “I’m gonna cum, Horse. Goddamn!” His body in orgasm was a beautiful sight to watch. Muscles twitching, neck pulsing, his face screwing into a half-pained expression. I knew how wonderful and briny Murph’s cum tasted, and I relished the thought that I was getting injected with a bunch of the brothers that I swallowed that afternoon.

“Fuck!” Tom finally said as he pulled out and crawled on top of me. It felt right like that, kissing and caressing each other’s bodies. So different than before a fuck, this was more leisurely, more appreciative.

We took turns rinsing off and when we got back we were both drained and zonked from the long day and the beer and the sex. “Ready for bed, bro?” I asked.

He gave me a quick kiss. “Yah.”

Maybe we’d talk about what this weekend meant tomorrow. Or maybe not. But as I felt Tom’s strong arm drape over my body and his warm lightly haired chest press against my back, all felt right with the world.

Lucky

I was blind that fall to anything but the murals I was painting at the Castleton winery. I tackled the bathrooms first and then the bar surround in the party room and only then, after I had let the design germinate and perfect in my mind, did I start on the wall behind the long bar in the tasting room. By the week before Christmas, I had all but the lower right portion, where bunches of grapes cascaded to the floor at the open side of the bar, painted, and that was sketched out and ready to fill in.

I was living alone now and crossing the mountains over the gap at Afton several times a week, fitting in working on the vineyard murals with other jobs I’d picked up. Dab—Dabney Belcastle—had told me I could take my time with his work, as the winery wouldn’t be opened to the public until the following summer.

Hank’s move out was about as amicable as it could be with someone that domineering and sensitive. That had always been somewhat of a chip on his shoulders that I’d never been able to figure out. We still saw each other on the days when we were both working, and Hank still took his breaks by surprising me and hauling me out between the rows of grapevines and fucking me roughly—which I continued to play like it was an annoyance when, truth be told, I was keyed up on the days we weren’t there together—and even on the days we were, I began to fidget and lose concentration on the painting when he waited too long to do me.

Hank had told me he’d found a cabin up at Afton, where he could easily drop down to either the Piedmont or the valley for his work. And Hank was a hunter and I knew this put him closer a group of guys who hunted up in that area. I’d asked him where he’d gotten the money from, but that had made him angry and all I got out of that was a good fucking. He really did have the cabin though, which, at first I’d doubted, and sometimes he’d take me there and do me on the floor or the table—never on the bed, though, which I found both curious and exciting.

Hank finished the work on the walls by Thanksgiving, but then he stayed around Castleton, doing odd jobs and helping to get the winery facilities finished off—and he told me that Belcastle had asked him to work part time there helping with the wine tasting after they opened.

Belcastle hadn’t made any such suggestion to me.

All of this had gone right over my head, so December 21st came as a real eye-opener to me. I’d finished the painting from Ravens Roost that I’d been working on when I first met Dab, and, as he promised, he’d offered me top dollar for it. I hadn’t said I’d sell it to him, though. I was holding back, because I’d decided to give it to him for Christmas in appreciation for his patronage on the winery murals. I’d meant to bring it with me on the day all of the workers were being released for Christmas, but I’d forgotten it.

When I got home, I fixed myself something to eat, but the painting was bugging me, so I wrapped it up, taped a Christmas card to it, and went out again in a light snowfall to cross the mountain and drive down to Castleton.

I drove straight to the manor house, which was decorated with miles of light strands, all in white, and a profusion of red velvet bows. The windows on the first floor were ablaze with lights, and all of the drapes were drawn open. I saw them in the living room, through the French doors out onto the portico, before I had a chance to ring the doorbell.

They were on a white Flokati sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace. Dab was on his chest, raised on his knees with his hips in the air, and Hank was crouched over him from behind, covering him and fucking him hard. I just stood there, dumbfounded for several minutes, calling myself all forms of stupid. And then I was drawn into the fuck and watching it for pleasure—and growing increasingly angry with myself for doing so.

At length, I gave a sigh of resignation, walked over and placed the wrapped canvas beside the front door, and walked out of both Hank and Dab’s lives.

I didn’t return to finish the mural behind the tasting bar, and I didn’t answer Belcastle’s calls until he just stopped trying. I’d been paid in increments for the mural work, so I was only out the last installment of payment. Belcastle, in turn, had a not-quite-finished mural behind his bar—unless, of course, he’d found someone else to try to finish it. I doubted that he’d be able to find anyone who could match my work enough to make the difference unnoticeable, and in my angrier moments I hoped that Hank had tried to do so. As good as Hank was with wall work, he was no fine artist—and I’d put paint mixes and technique into that mural that no one else could duplicate. I’d put my all into that work, and I carried the grudge of betrayal for a good long time.

Hank hadn’t even bothered to try to see me or call me after that night. It was like I’d never been anything to him but a meal ticket and an entry to someone richer.

In time, I’d forgotten both of them. And I swore off men altogether. I didn’t go over to Sandy’s anymore, because, as far as I knew, Hank held sway over there still. There were several new restaurants opening up in Staunton and an old resort hotel up there was being refurbished and reopened and they all latched into my services and I spent most of my time a half hour north of Waynesboro for the next year.

I’d had my suspicions at first about all that work coming my way at once and from a new source, and I asked several of my new patrons who had referred me, but none would acknowledge that anyone had. After a while, I just dropped that question, because the more I worked up there, the more work I got, and soon my referrals obviously were from earlier patrons.

I was making more than enough to live on now, and I was finding time to add to my own portfolio. So, in the spring more than a year after I had left Dabney and Hank at Castleton on the December night, I returned to the Blue Ridge parkway to resume my landscapes.

I was so engrossed in watching the ravens and hawks reeling on the updrafts overhead at the Raven’s Roost Outlook one spring afternoon that I didn’t hear the automobile pull into the parking apron.

“Still trying to capture those birds on canvas, are you?” The voice was a well-modulated, cultured baritone, the accent slightly English. I knew who it was and didn’t look up.

“You still have the magic touch,” Dabney said. “I would like to bid on that one when you’ve completed it. I see you’ve made progress in capturing those birds in flight.”

“What do you want, Mr. Belcastle?” I asked. I tried to keep the hurt and snottiness out of my voice, and I think I managed that about as well as he could expect. “If it’s about the incomplete mural—”

“It’s not, the mural as it is is rather a hit. I tell them it symbolizes the winery itself to be an ever-evolving work in progress. All of the customers remark on it and are intrigued. And they stay around and buy more wine. The winery is a bit of a success, I’m happy to say.”

“How nice for you,” I said as I loaded my paintbrush again, quite obviously signaling to him that I didn’t intend to stop doing what I was doing to converse with him. I raised the brush, but I didn’t bring it anywhere close to the canvas. My hand wasn’t steady enough to do any painting, and there was no way I could concentrate on the creative process in these conditions. “You and Hank must be very happy.”

“Hank’s gone, Lucky. He was gone the following spring, before we opened. He followed what he said was a good employment offer in Richmond. That July, he was arrested for prostitution and drug peddling. He’s in the Coffeewood prison now—or so I’m told—serving a couple of more years.”

I didn’t say anything, but my hand was steadier now, so I tried some strokes with the brush that I knew even while I was applying them that I’d have to paint over later. It was good I was working with acrylics that day.

“I’m sorry, Lucky. But I think you’re better—”

“Is there a reason you’ve sought me out now, Mr. Belcastle? After all this time?” I’d given up on the brush work and put the brush down on the palette and turned to him now. He had aged, and not in a good way. He’d lost weight and muscle tone, and there were bags under his eyes. His hair was stringy and lifeless now, where before it had been a luminescent gray and perfectly coffered.

If both of us had suffered, there was no question that he had gotten the worst of it.

“Yes, there’s a reason, Lucky. I have a major favor to ask of you. With just a touch, I hope, of atonement.”

* * * *

Dabney

I think I shocked Hank when I accepted his asking price for his body so readily. If so, it was probably the only time I managed to have him off guard. I owned much of the land up at Afton, near the summit of the Blue Ridge Parkway, and it meant little to me to give him a piece of that with a log cabin on it.

He fucked me quickly and expertly that afternoon in the winery’s cooling room, on a dusty, rough-wood preparation table, while Lucky was still in the tasting room planning out his wall mural. Hank was always detached in his fucking of me. In that regard, he was a disappointment to me. I had seen him expend more emotion in the backroom of Sandy’s, fucking some businessman for an hourly fee, than he ever expended on me. No, it wasn’t that he was emotionless. It’s more like he felt like he had to master me completely and to give as little of himself to me as possible in the process. As if I personally had committed some grievous wrong against him.

When Hank asked me, I was honest with him—that, yes, my invitation to have Lucky and him paint the winery interiors was largely my scheme to get possession of Hank. Largely, but not wholly. I, indeed, was impressed with Lucky’s artwork, and I was sure that both of them would do a bang-up job of the painting.

Hank hadn’t liked to hear that. Neither did he like to hear my proposal that he move into the rooms above the garage at Castleton so that he could be closer to me when I wanted him. That had set him off in a rage that I didn’t understand for the longest time—not until the day of our final altercation and his storming out of my life.

Hank was such an angry young man. And his love making was angry too. I found it almost unbearable, and if I hadn’t become a slave to the feel of the big black cock of his working deep inside me, I could not have borne his anger and his resistance to being civilized and to at least pretend some level of affection for me.

And I couldn’t figure out myself in all of this either—what my emotional attachment was to Hank, and why I wanted so hard for him to bend to me, to love me—to join me in my bed at Castleton, which he relentlessly refused to do, insisting that we have sex only outside the house, in the service areas of the estate, always saying something nonsensical like, “They never had their darkies in the house; only in the slave quarters.” All I knew was that I did, in fact, have some sort of attachment to Hank that I could neither understand nor turn my back to.

I tried to clothe him better and to show him how to appreciate and use the finer things in life, but he resisted everything I did for him except lay on my back in the most primitive of conditions and open my legs to him and beg him to give me what I was paying for. He always made me beg for it. And it always made him laugh.

Eventually, I tried some reverse psychology. There was an arrogant young assistant professor at the University, Stuart Pendleton, who I had played tennis with at Farmington. He was a beautiful young man, but he was much too much full of himself. I reasoned that if I added a conquest to Hank’s collection of men, perhaps he would be less angry and less forceful and demeaning to me sexually. But, although I managed to put the two together, there was little change in Hank.

He wouldn’t leave me, but he took every opportunity he could to embarrass me and to put me in what he perceived as my place. I was fully prepared to accept Hank as an equal—but he clearly wanted more. If only he hadn’t been so enticing and didn’t have such a lovely big, black cock . . .

I had written Stuart off as a lost attempt to manipulate Hank, but, to my surprise, Stuart redeemed himself by bringing Paul into my life.

It was the break between fall and spring semesters and needing a break from my family and some time just to read and relax in private, I went back to my campus dorm room a week before the new semester was to begin. It was so very tranquil to be the only person in a building that usually housed 200 undergrads. But, was I alone?

On the third evening after my return, I thought I heard an exterior door slam at the end of the hall. I glanced out my window and saw Derrick, a fellow dorm resident from the opposite wing whom I only knew enough to greet with a polite hello, heading out of the building to go for a late-night run. Derrick was no ordinary guy. He was 6’1” and a star of the swim team (with a killer swimmer body). Blonde hair, blue eyes and a smile that melts everyone he flashes it on. On top of that, he is said to be a great student, generous with his time to help others and an all-around nice guy.

I am Declan, a 5’11” junior with a trim muscular body – almost black hair, blue eyes and a very toothy and slightly crooked Irish grin, that I am told is my most charming feature. I came to campus a virgin after twelve years of Catholic education and was eager to break out of that mold. After a freshman year of dating men and women, I realized I preferred men and accepted that I was gay, although not very open about it except to my closest friends. Anyway, back to the story.

The next day, I decided to wander to the building’s other wing, hoping to see Derrick. I heard music playing on the second floor and followed it. I saw an open door and approached it. Sitting on his bed was Derrick naked reading a book. He looked up startled and said, “Shit, I thought I was alone in the building” as he pulled a pillow over his groin. I laughed and said, “So did I until I saw you go for a run last night.”

I turned away so that he could get out of bed and don a pair of gym shorts, which were on a chair nearby. He said. “Sorry, man.” I replied a little cheekily as I looked at his crotch, “Why, you definitely have nothing to be ashamed of.” He looked at me suspiciously and switched topics.

“Why are you here during semester break?”

“I needed a break from my family and time to just be alone before the masses return. Why are you here.”

“It’s a long story”

“Okay – how about coming to my room for dinner tonight. I have some beers; we can order a pizza and you can tell me your story.” He was hesitant but said okay.

At 7:00, he showed up at my door in a tank top, shorts and flip-flops, looking every bit like the beautiful swimmer of my dreams. We popped a beer, then another and began eating the pizza once it was delivered. We exchanged basic info about each other (hometown, high school experience, major, interests) and when things seemed comfortable, I asked, “So what is the long story about why you are on campus during break.”

“My family kicked me out of the house after I came out to them as gay. Told me they couldn’t handle it and wanted me to leave. The dorm was the only place I had to go that was private.”

“Wow, Derrick, that’s a lot to deal with” as I grabbed his hand firmly to let him know I wasn’t shocked and was supportive. “You are very brave. I haven’t come out to my family yet.” Derrick looked me in the eyes and said, “You’re gay, too.” I confirmed it and reached over to give him a hug.

Derrick and I drank several more beers and talked until way past midnight. We fell asleep on the floor of my dorm room, next to each other. At about 4:00 AM, I woke up with a very stiff back and felt Derrick spooning me. I gently got up, pulled the covers down from my bed and stirred Derrick just enough to get him to move himself into my bed and back to sleep. I joined him and immediately fell asleep also.

The next morning, we awoke still clothed and both a little shy. I rolled over and said good morning. He smiled at me and pulled my head closer to give me a kiss. I already had a serious morning erection needing attention and moved it against his body. It was obvious that he was in the same aroused state. We kissed gently at first, then more passionately. Our hands explored our bodies, removed our clothes and finally touched our almost painful erections. His hand on my dick felt so good, I sighed at his first touch and then moaned.

Looking at Derrick’s package, I realized that he was definitely not only a shower but a grower. After less than a minute of my touches, his flaccid dick grew fat and erect to at least 8”. Once I knew it was hard, I pivoted myself around and licked the sides of it until I reached the top and then ran my tongue around the edge of his cut cock’s mushroom. He was the one moaning now. I took one hand and gently stroked his balls while my other hand stroked his cock. Looking up at him eye-to-eye, I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. Derrick grabbed my head on either side and pulled me down on his beautiful cock. I sucked him for a while but wanted more for me. I rolled over on my back and waited to see if he could provide it.

Derrick quickly got between my legs, winked at me and holding himself up above me with his strong arms, kissed me before working his way down my body. He licked and then sucked my nips, ran his tongue down my stomach and stopped just before he reached my bursting dick. He looked up at me, smiled and smacked his lips, before he took me into his mouth. His mouth was delightfully moist and was mesmerized by his muscular shoulders, biceps and back which I now had a great view of.

Not wanting to shoot my load, I had to pull his head off me and pulled him back up so we could kiss. He whispered in my ear, “I am so hot for you, what do you want next?” I replied, “I want it all – you inside me, me inside you.” Derrick responded, “Perfect.” I reached over and got the lube out of my nightstand and greased his raging hard-on. He lifted my legs above my head and I guided him inside me. He was gentle (at first) and made sure I was opening up to his large cock. Once I relaxed and took most of him inside me, he began to pump and pump and pump, each time a little harder and faster. I wrapped my legs around him tightly and began exploring his body

Ah, a swimmer’s body! My hands squeezed his shoulders while I nibbled on them. I ran them down his wide back firm back as he made me gasp with his thrusts. Down to his narrow hips, which fit so comfortable between my legs. But the delight – grabbing his slim ass and feeling the tightest glutes I had ever had the pleasure to explore. Derrick was panting more and more and I knew he was getting close. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him further into me, rocking my hips as I did so. He was on fire and my own dick was about to explode.

I shouted, “Derrick give it to me, NOW!” I wrapped my arms around his back and held on as he plunged into me and exploded. It was so exciting that I shot a huge load of my own without even touching myself. Derrick collapsed on top of me and then rolled over onto his back. Our sweaty bodies were immobile as we stared at the ceiling waiting for the beating of our hearts to slow down.

… more to follow if this gets a good rating

I turned eighteen two weeks before my high school graduation. I had always been the guy next door. Played football, concert band, played piano on Sunday evening services when needed. In addition, I sang with a Southern Gospel Quartet. To say I was an over achiever was an understatement. Therefore, when I asked my grandpa if I could go to the beach after graduation and stay at the family beach house he was agreeable. When I asked my parents my dad was ok with the plan but my mom wasn’t thrilled I’d be driving over seven hours to the outer banks. A couple of days later I stayed the night with my grandpa and he told me the neighbor next door was going to stock the fridge, steaks for the grill and a case of beer but I had to be responsible and the neighbor Keith was going to check in on us. That night I took a shower with my grandpa and when we went to bed I gave him the best blowjob ever since he had arranged everything for my trip. The next morning I work up to grandpa eating my ass and fingering my hole with K-Y to open me for his fat uncut 7.5 papaw cock. He liked setting on the foot of the bed and I’d sit down on his cock and we both could watching looking at the full length mirror on his closet door. After he fill my teenage hole with grandpa cum he always ate me out. His beard felt amazing on my hole. That afternoon we worked in the barn and he uncovered his 1969 Pontiac GTO. He started changing the oil, checking the spark plugs and minor tune ups. We went to the auto supply store and he got new wires and an air filter. We took my pickup truck to the auto parts center. I asked him what made him decide to tune up his GTO…..he stretched his big paw across the bench seat and gently touched the side of my face. Hell, what was he doing especially in public? He lowered his hand and rested it on my crotch. He told me to pull over. I pulled into the parking lot at K-Mart. My grandpa leaned over and kiss me. This behavior in public was unexpected. Sure, he loved me and kissed me at his house, on the tractor and especially in the barn. With a serious, soft voice grandpa told me as a graduation gift and since I got a full scholarship to college in the fall….he was giving me his GTO. I was stunned. He said after the amazing love making we shared last night and again this morning he decided to tell me today. He assured me he had determined to do this. In addition, he had already told me parents. Being the only grandchild….he was gifting me his pride and joy. When we returned to the house we went to the barn and he told me he would have the car tuned up and ready to drive for my beach trip. I wanted to decline, told him I knew he loved that car….he kissed me and said, everything you have said is true, however, son…I love you more. That day I truly realized what it meant to be the apple of someone’s eye. We worked on the car and a couple of hours later returned to the farm house and he told me to join him in the bathroom. Pops had drawn a nice warm bath in the antique claw foot tub and we took a bath together. I sat in the tub leaning my back against his furry chest. He washed me, stroked me and fingered my hole.

After graduation my friends and I were reading to head out. The candy apple red GTO looked amazing. Grandpa gave me his Texaco gas card and three hundred dollars cash. My buddies said I was the luckiest guy in the world. Once we got to the Asheville we stopped and topped of the gas tank and ate at a Dairy Queen. Five hours later we pulled into the driveway of pop‘s beach house. He and my grandmother named the house, “Heaven at the beach!” After my grandmother passed pops doesn’t go to the beach that much. I love the outdoor shower and the screened in porch. I remember as a kid falling asleep on the porch with my head in grandpa‘s Lapp and grandmother in her glider rocker.

As my buddies stepped out of the car I heard a voice…the neighbor Keith walked around the house wearing a speedo and nothing else. He asked me, where’s your pops? I told him he wasn’t with us. Keith looked puzzled …”but your driving Hank’s baby.”. I didn’t go into details about the car, etc….Keith was retired professor from UNC-Wilmington. He was tanned and a stud. I remember him back when I was like fourteen and he my pops would fish each day. But looking at Keith now….damn, what a bulge snake like man dick stuffed in those speedos. My friends took the bedroom on the other end of the house and I took the bedroom that had the attached bathroom. I knew I’d spend a great deal of my time using the outdoor shower. Keith showed me the stocked fridge, said he had a lady put fresh sheets on the beds, etc…That evening we grilled burgers and dogs. Keith loaded the gas grill with a new tank. This evening he was wearing baggy gym shorts and no jock. My friends were clueless, unless they just didn’t give a shit. The next morning Keith walked up on the screen porch and left coffee, tray of fruit and a note to invite us to go out on his boat. My buddies decided to fish of the pier. My grandpa had fishing gear, etc…so other than getting bait ….they were all set. They packed the cooler with Sprite and RC Cola. Keith told them not to take beers on the pier since they were baby faced cute boys. His comment got my attention, however, I think my buddies didn’t focus on the statement.

Keith and I walked to the dock. He checked his boat and within 30 minutes we were headed out to do some deep sea fishing. Keith told me my grandpa and he were old fishing buddies. He went on to say he really ended up drinking beer and bullshitting with my pops. I noticed Keith was adjusting his crotch. He said he needed to piss. He stood to the side of the boat and pulled out his long, thin cock and started pissing. I decided I could take a piss as well. Keith wasn’t bashful …he looked over at my soft cock and whistled….he said, “you definitely got Hanks good genes.” He leaned in and took hold of my cock and asked…when it’s hard, are you as big as Hanks? I thought what the fuck, I responded ….”start sucking it and see for yourself.” Keith started licked my fat head and sure enough, as an eighteen year old teen…my pecker got hard. Keith was a great cocksucker. He took a swig of PBR and let it drip over my balls. We fucked around….I shot my load down his throat. He told me to get naked. He started pouring beer over my ass and licking my hole. The cold beer was phenomenal. Keith definitely knew how to rim. He told me he use to rim my grandpa on this very same boat. He asked me if he could fuck me. I told him after he licked my balls. We spent about another hour out on the water. After I got fucked I was ready to go again. We had a great time. Later that evening he built a fire and we drank beers around the fire. Keith said he would grill steaks and shrimp on skewers. Later that evening the house phone rang and it was my grandpa. We chatted and I told him Keith had been most helpful. He was surprised when I pulled up in the driveway in the GTO. In addition, I told pops Keith took me out on his fishing boat. Pops said he makes good money taking business men out to fish for the day. I told him my buddies didn’t go with us. Pops got quiet and he cleared throat. He said he enjoyed going out on the boat. I was bold and asked….did Keith ever pour beer over your pecker pops and lick your balls. My grandpa chuckled and said, “damn, Keith still waisting good beer?” We both laughed. I told grandpa Keith was fun but he didn’t fuck me as well as he does.

As I got ready to hang up I asked my grandpa a question. I said, “Pops, can just the two of us come back to the beach in the fall when I have my college break?” Pops got quiet and finally said, baby boy…I can’t tell you no, but it’s not the same anymore at the beach without your grandmother. I choked up and told pops…..but I want to make new memories with just you. I want to go out on Keith’s boat and let Keith watch you fuck me. Pops told me he would think about it. As I hung up I went out to the open shower and started washing and slowly stroking. Keith opened the shower door and didn’t say a word…he dropped to his knees and started washing my cock using Ivory soap. He lapped my balls and stoked his cock and shot his load on my feet. He bent over and ate his cum off my size twelve feet. Damn….a nice experience.

When I went back in the cottage my buddies were already in bed. I walked back toward their room and I heard Ronald say, yes….just like that. I peeked through the door crack and saw my buddies laying on the bed in 69 position sucking each other. I walked in the room…dropped my towel and they both looked and smiled…..Ronald said, get that big cock over here and fuck me. His ass was delicious. I ate him before I fucked him. Michael our other friend stood beside me and kissed me with such a hunger. I had messed around with my buddies separately but never together. That night we each took turns fucking and sucking. I told them about Keith and the boat. Ronald said Keith gave each of them twenty bucks and a fifth of Jack Daniels not to go on the boat trip. Michael grinned and said tomorrow we beat Keith at his own game. The next morning we all three showed up at Keith’s porch. He was having his morning coffee and messing with fishing nets. I stood up and pulled down my shorts and told Keith to lick my balls. Michael and Ronald immediately took their shorts off. The three of us teased Keith. We kissed him, licked his nipples, and fingered his hole. Man, he was loving it. We told him that we wanted him to put together a fishing trip of buddies before we have to go home. Keith said….if we will be this exciting then by all means. Before we allowed Keith to cum we told him….and we get half the fee for our road trip home. He went to his roll top desk and gave each of us a hundred bucks. He hugged each of us naked and said….he would double that after the mens fishing trip.

To be honest, Michael and Ronald needed the money more than I did but we all agreed to this little adventure. Men’s fishing trip….part two. Will you read the follow up story? Sure hope so!

I was in my early 30’s at the time, and married to a woman. I was in a work trip in Boston staying at an upper end hotel. It was after 8pk and I decided to head down to the gym for a run. After the run, I hit the hot tub that was in the men’s locker room. I got naked and went in. Sitting there was another man. He was white, dark black hair, blue eyes, goatee. I could see through the bubbles his dark curly chest hair.

When I got in and sat down he looked over to me and smiled. He had a nice smile and I smiled back and we sat silently for awhile while exchanging quick glances. It appeared to me under the bubbles he may have been stroking himself, so I started to do the same and then we locked eyes. Not a word was spoken at this point. We had been in the hot tub for a good 15 min or so before the timer shut it down.

The other guy got up from the hot tub. I saw a gold band around his finger. When I got to view his entire physique I was smitten. He definitely worked out. Not bulging biceps or pecs, but well-defined, hard and toned. His ass was fine and covered in light dark curls. His cock was almost erect, standing from its hairy base about 8”, and his thighs were pronounced, hairy and also very defined, as were his calves. He could have been that month’s Playgirl cover model. About 34”waist, a little beefier and bigger than me, which is what I like.

He continued to stare at me as he grabbed his towel and walked towards the shower then he turned back and nodded his head, signaling me to follow him. So I did. We chose shower stalls across from one another and didn’t bother closing the curtains. We watched each other soap our bodies. I watched him stroke his cock hard and I licked my lips. He signaled me to turn around so he could see my ass, and he licked his lips.

He was bold. He turned off his shower and came over to mine and closed the curtain. Then he leaned down (he was probably 6’4”, to my 6”), and we made out under the shower. He’d took my breath away as he grabbed my ass and began probing until his finger found my rosebud.

He broke the kiss and said, “hi, I’m Matt”. I said  “I’m Rich”. Then he said, “you’re cute. You staying here tonight?”. I said yes. He asked if we could take things upstairs. At this point I was under Matt’s spell, and I agreed. He got out of the shower first and I followed a minute after. He was toweling off, and didn’t bother to put his underwear on. He pulled on his jeans and t-shirt, and threw everything else in his bag. Given I was staying there I only had tennis shoes and a t- shirt.

He folllowed me to the elevator and on the ascent up to the floor, he shoved  his finger down my bathing suit and fingered my ass. We made it to my floor and to my room. Once the door closed. He spun me towards him and we resumed making out. Two hot married guys getting it on, I was so hot and ready. He seemed to have an obsession with my hole, and I wasn’t complaining.

I pulled his t-shirt off and began licking and sucking on his nipples and rubbing my fingers through his chest hair. He grabbed the back of my head, moaned, and pushed me in tightly. Then he pulled my shirt over my head, and he returned the favor. My nips are wired to my dick and it began to grow in my bathing suit. His finger still probing my hole. I was overstimulated, and loving it.

I pulled down my bathing suit and kicked it off, now he has free reign on my ass. We made out again as he grabbed my tiny tight ass in his big string hands, and then he lifted me up and walked me to the bed. He removed his jeans and I got to see his thick dark public bush and his big thick dick up close. He pinned me onto my back and straddled my chest. I opened my mouth to receive him. As I began to suck on him he said, “I knew the second you walked into that hot tub you were a cocksucking faggot. Suck that dick”. Omg, that made my dick so hard! I sucked him with more enthusiasm and then he grabbed onto the headboard and began fucking my mouth. I felt him grow even harder as he moaned without caring who might hear us, and when he shot his seed down my throat, I could feel his shaft jump in my mouth. His seed was thick and tasted so good, I wanted it all.

When he got off my chest, he was still panting hard and said, “fuck. I needed that. I haven’t come in a week. My wife won’t blow me anymore. You’re a great cocksucker, you know that”. I said, “thank you”. I wasn’t sure what would happen next but he ended the momentary silence by saying, “I want to get in that tight ass. I’m not leaving yet”. Then he rolled me onto my stomach like a piece of meat.

He got behind me and spread my cheeks and began blowing on my hole which sent shivers up my spine. Then he gently began to lick around my hole. His goatee made contact with my smooth ass, and I let out a loud moan. It was feeling fantastic. This man knew how to eat an ass, and he was devouring mine  like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. He must have spent over 30 minutes down there tounging, fingering, and licking my hole. I was begging him to fuck me at this point. He was making me crazy with lust.

Abruptly, he got up, and he shoved all 8” deep inside me. His chest hair resting on my back. He pushed my head down into the mattress as he began to fuck inside me. He was thick, and he stretched me wide and he pushed in deep, using only his saliva as lube. I squeezed my ass around his cock but he shouted in my ear, “open that hole for me faggot”. Let daddy fuck it good”. He was probably 8-9 years older than me if I had to guess, but I wasn’t going to argue. I relaxed my hole and let him fuck me slow and deep. It actually did feel overwhelmingly good as he had me cooing.

We slow fucked like this for awhile and it was nice. Then he raised himself up and grabbed my wrists behind my back and pushed me down so I couldn’t move and he began to deep stroke inside me harder. He said, “don’t you move faggot. Daddy’s gonna breed that tight boy ass of yours” and I squealed helplessly as I was pinned down and anomalistically fucked into oblivion until he unloaded his nut deep inside me. Then he finally let go of my wrists. I could barely move my arms to my side as he fell onto my back and his dick still inside me.

We laid there quietly for a few minutes. At this point it was after 10pm, and I knew once his dick fell out he’s be leaving to get back to his wife and probably kids, and pretty much that’s what happened. He got up, took a fast shower to clean off, dressed, hugged me and bolted.
I was still naked and horny as fuck, and had a load of married cum down my throat and up my ass. I got into bed and whacked off. My own cum flying everywhere. I can come like a water sprinkler, cum flies out of my slit and literally sprays everywhere, over my head, on my face, on the sheets, my chest, my stomach, my arms, and my hand. It can be quite a mess.

I didn’t bother to wipe it up, I fell right to sleep and let it all dry on my body. I’d be extra careful to scrub good in the morning.

I did go back to the hot tub the next night at the exact time as the night before to see if Matt would be there, but I had no luck. I did manage to shoot my nut in the shower though reliving that hot fuck in my mind.

I had just completed my undergraduate degree at a university in Oregon and had enrolled in the medical school at a university in the state of Washington for Spring Semester 2021. My name is Chad, a closeted shy gay dude who has never had sex with either a female or male having restricted my sex life to daily masturbation for pleasure. During my first week at the university’s medical school I turned 22 years of age. I stand five feet and 10-inches, curly blond hair, deep blue eyes and weigh a trim athletic 160 pounds, and a smooth 7.5-inch cut cock when hard. I played on the soccer team four years in high school as well as four years in college.

My roommate is Carl, a gorgeous sexy man from Montana. He grew up on a ranch in Montana that has given him such a hard beautiful body. He is a recent graduate from a college in California. He also started graduate school this 2021 Spring Semester majoring in business administration. He, like me, is a former jock having played baseball at third base four years in high school and four years in college. Carl is about my size standing five feet and 11-inches, weighs 170 pounds, well-groomed brown hair, beautiful sexy brown eyes and yes I learned he has a big 8-inch cut cock. He  also is 22-years-of-age.

We instantly become best friends having long chats about all type of issues. We have dinner each night on campus at the university cafeteria. Carl has a girlfriend back in Montana. They have dated since their junior year in high school. She is a hair stylist back in Montana. He shares with me all the sexy details of their sex life including how much she loves his 8-inch cut cock deep in her pussy and she loves sucking his cock and swallowing his big thick loads of semen. In fact, I get blow by blow details of many times that have fucked. Carl does not know that I am gay but he often ask me about my sex life. I just reply that I have been too busy with my pre-med studies to date. I keep my secret.

Carl is the hottest guy I have ever met. I often hear him in his bed late at night  masturbating while I jerk off in my bed under the covers with a fantasy of him fucking me rather than masturbating. Carl has a super personality with great humor. I have fallen in love with him but I know I will never have him.

As we drive to the lake on Saturday morning, we joke and have lots of fun eager to relax from all those studies. It is our first break since starting graduate work. With red hot swim trunks, we hit the lake and swim for about an hour and play around dunking each other. Of course I am horny as hell for him. We go to the local cafe for lunch and then lay out a huge blanket on the shore to soak in the sun on that beautiful day. Soon I feel his warm breath and smells of a warm body close to me. I fight like hell to control my stiffening cock to no success. Soon I  am showing a huge bulge in my trunks as my cock throbs. I have never been more aroused laying next to the most gorgeous man ever. Carl notices my hard on through those trunks. My secret had been revealed despite my struggle to control that uncooperative cock.

OH FUCK, as Carl looks at my big bulge, he turns toward me with a mischief grin that always melts me and makes me even more aroused as he says: “WOW MAN, what is going on, are you turned on to me? Are you gay? Why haven’t you told me before. It is perfectly fine. I am your best friend so do not keep any secrets about your sexual preferences.” 

I pretend I do not hear him; however I feel my face become flush. I knew this was not working regardless of how hard I wanted to turn away but my hormones were in high gear. The time had arrived. Carl makes it easy for me. He moves very close and turns his body toward me. Soon I feel his warm leg make contact with my burning leg. Was this an accident? I had to know so I move my leg away but he instantly makes contact again and he uses his leg to begin rubbing his leg hard into my leg. I feel precum rush out of my cock and make a wet spot on my trunks as I let out a moan. My whole body begins to shiver. The game is up.

What was about to happen? Fuck, Carl has that fucking girlfriend back in Montana. Am I just dreaming? Holy shit, holy fuck, Carl reaches over and I feel his hand touch the inside of my inner thigh, soon he runs that hand slowly up my shivering thigh until he reaches my trunks, holy shit I feel that hand go under thre botttom of my loose trunks and run up until he finds my red hot balls, he massages them before his locates my rock hard leaking cock and he begins to jerk me off. That is it. I cannot stop all my cum filled balls erupting as I shoot a massive load of thick white semen all over his hand. When I am spent, sexy Carl pulls his cum covered hand out of my pants and sucks all my cum off his fingers and says with a huge grin: “Hey buddy, I think we better get back to the dorm and finish what I just started. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. We pack up as I feel all that cum run down my legs and we rus back to campus. HOLY FUCK, it was happening.

Once inside our dorm room, Carl locks the door and bgins to undress me and soon we both are stark naked. Carl whispers in my ear as we both stand there rock hard leaking precum: “I may be crazy but I want to fuck you buddy. I don’t know what is happening but I have never been this horny and lusting after a body. Man you’re so sexy. Fuck I don’t want to even think about my slutty girlfriend and by the way, I have found out she is fucking some of my old high shcool buddies back in our home town. She is a whore. Can I fuck you?”

“OH FUCK YEA CARL, I AM GAY AND HAVE LUSTED AFTER YOU EVER SINCE WE FIRST BECAME ROOMMATES. OH HOW I WANT TO BE YOUR FUCK BUDDY. I LOVE YOU.”

Carl has the most sexy tanned body, rock hard abs, total smooth hairless body except for the well-trimmed brown pubic hair and patches of underarm brown hair plus just a thin line of brown hair running from his naval to his crotch, wow how sexy is that. OH MY GOD, his massive huge cut rock hard cock is pointed directly at me as he moves close to me with that seductive mischief grin. I am his.

Carl orders me to get down on his bed on my back as he places a pillow under my ass and he spreads my legs as far apart as they will go giving him a direct route to my pulsating pink hairless ass. He  gets a bottle of scented lube and pours gobs on my eager waiting ass. He soon pushes that lube deep in my virgin ass with a finger. Holy shit, I feel his finger find my prostate and he begins a mind blowing massage of my gee spot. I begin to reel all over the bed in total lust for his waiting cock. I buck like a wild horse encouraging him to finger fuck my man pussy. Masturbation had never felt like this real man sex.

“OH CARL BABY, FINGER FUCK MY VIRGIN ASS. DON’T STOP BABY. YEA, I AM YOURS. TAKE CHARGE AND MAKE ME YOUR FUCKING HOT FUCK BUDDY. OH YEA THAT FEELS SO GOOD, PLEASE FUCK ME WITH THAT HORSE COCK. I WANT IT SO BAD.”

Carl is so turned on that he goes wild finger fucking my ass for the longest time. Finally he and I can not wait any longer. I need for him to concentrate on my pulsating ass. Once I am totally wet, he takes his finger out and he goes down on my man pussy. Holy shit, he begins to spit, kiss and use his tongue to eat my ass becomming wilder and wilder rimming my pussy. I yell and moan as if I am being killed. I had never felt anything like Carl’s devouring my man ass.

OH MY GOD, he kisses, sucks and tongues my wet man pussy making me wild for his big dick. Carl obviously had lots of experience eating his girlfriend’s pussy. He was a real pro.

I beg: “OH CARL, please fuck me now. Give me that huge cock and can sized cock shaft. Make me come. I want you to breed me raw and shoot that thick juicy wet load of cum in me.”

This was all Carl needs to hear. I feel his sexy hairless legs go inside my thighs and instantly feel his rock hard cock head make contact with my pulsating ass as my ass lips feel that warm cock pass them headed deep in my virgin ass. So over come with animal lust, Carl plunges that big cock inch by inch in me until he is balls deep in his first man pussy. Holy shit, I feel his cock go deep in my ass and part way out over and over. The feeling is beyond description as I buck wildly and reel all over the bed. The sex becomes so great that Carl leans down and presses his warm lips against my lips. I open my mouth and invite his wet tongue deep in my throat. Soon our tongues are battling for position as salvia runs down our chins. We are made for man sex.  

Now real deep into fucking and kissing, Carl flops his whole body down on top of my hot body. He continues to wildly fuck my ass, kiss me hard while our bodies melt together with my rock hard cock trapped between our sweaty bodies. HOLY FUCK, this is awesome sex. He fucks me, we kiss and melt our bodies together for some ten minutes when I can no longer hold back as I shoot a huge sticky load between our bodies that causes Carl to erupt as he shoots blast after blast of warm cum deep in my ass. Wow what a good feeling having my ass flooded with all  Carl’s sexy seed.

When we both are spent, I feel Carl’s cock pop as he withdraws it covered with his cum. He moves his cum covered cock up to my mouth and I suck it dry loving the taste. Next Carl goes down and licks up my cum from our bodies and feeds it to me. WOW, I love that cum as we kiss and both of us enjoy that protein meal.

We cuddle for hours knowing this is the beginning of a great sexual partnership. My impossible dream has come true. I do not ask but wonder what had caused straight Carl to fall for me? But I was so happy. Finally we get up with dried cum on us and go take a shower. The next day will be filled with studies and YES MORE MAN SEX. Life is good.

It all started with one of those occasional Saturday evening poker nights. Four coworkers holing up in a downtown hotel room, getting drunk, playing cards, and betting too much money. I occasionally lost a couple hundred, but it was worth it for a chance to experience some good old fashioned guy time, away from the fiancee. I had a feeling that poker weekends were gonna be an endangered species after I got married.

That Saturday we were talking about pussy. The usual, I guess. Only the conversation took an unexpected turn.

“You know, fellas, I got a birthday coming up.” It was Ed MacAllister, one of the sales guys.

My boss, Greg Reilly cocked his eyebrow, but otherwise kept his poker face intact. “Yeah? You expecting a party from us or something?”

Ed punched Greg in the shoulder playfully. “No, fucker, my wife’s gonna be giving the party.”

“We invited, Mac?” Reg Jones’ blue eyes peered up from his hand. The man was in his mid 30s, and his chestnut-brown hair thinning fast. Still, with his patrician nose, blond-dusted eyebrows, and beach tan, he looked like a freakin’ J Crew model.

“Not that kind of party,” Ed replied. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

I couldn’t resist a wisecrack. “Don’t tell me you’re only getting laid once a year, Mac.”

The men laughed.

Ed smiled along. “No wise guy. I’m talking blowjobs. Karen fucking hates giving em. I get blown exactly twice a year. Once at Christmas…”

“The other one for your birthday,” Reilly finished his sentence. “Yeah, I’ve been on that installment plan myself. Only, I’ve managed to work in Father’s Day, too,” he laughed. We laughed along.

We quieted down and played our hand. Then, Reg added out of nowhere. “I get a special birthday present from Ellen.”

Ed took the bait. “Something besides head?”

“Something besides head.”

“Didn’t know you were into the kinky shit, Jones.” My boss was dealing another hand, happy at the growing pot at his corner of the table.

“Nothing kinky,” Reg retorted. “Not really. It’s just once a year, she’ll toss my salad.”

“You mean?” The look on MacAllister’s face was priceless, like he was smelling rotting cabbage.

“Yep. Rimming. Buttmunching. Holelicking. Analingus. Whatever you want to call it.”

“Gross.” My boss clearly didn’t like the idea much better.

Reg seemed unfazed. “Don’t knock it til you try it, fellas. It’s amazing. Makes me shoot off big every time.”

Ed was unconvinced. “Next you’re gonna be telling us it’s better than pussy.”

Jones paused and looked around the table, fixing each of us in the eye. “Yeah, it’s better than pussy.”

“Fuck that!” Greg shook his head.

“I’m with Jones,” I finally spoke up, tossing down my bet. “Had a girlfriend in college who’d do that shit. Felt fan-fucking-tastic.” The men weren’t expecting that. I had the reputation as the do-gooder, button-down guy in the bunch.

“See, fellas. Connelly knows where it’s at.” Then looking at me he asked, “Your fiancee treat you from time to time, Matt?”

I shook my head no. “Asked her once and it kinda freaked her out. Learned my lesson, man.”

Greg folded his cards. “Yeah, I can’t imagine asking Wendy to eat my ass out!”

“Me neither. I’m not crazy,” Ed chimed in.

“Thought the idea turned you off, Mac,” I teased.

“Well, you and Reggie here are making out like it’s the best thing since sliced bread. ‘Better than pussy’…. Shit!”

“Maybe it’s not everyone’s thing,” I conceded. “But you know… there are times I still beat off thinking about that college girlfriend.”

That quieted the bunch. They may not all be turned on by having their buttholes licked, but if there’s anything universal in a man’s experience it’s the Great Lay That Got Away. That wild girl you date and know it’s not gonna be serious. That one who gives you the best sex you’ve ever had and ever will have. Each of us got lost in our trips down memory lane, til the conversation turned to sports.

* * *

I hadn’t given that day or its conversation too much thought til a few weeks later I was enjoying happy hour. A few pints, some harmless flirting with the twentysomething office girls, and a couple of games of pool.

Jenny Corbin was flirtily leaning against the bar rail, dropping innuendoes left and right, and I was flirting right back at her. Til a host of twentysomething guys walked into the place and she had to go “freshen her drink.”

A sympathetic hand slapped my shoulder. Reg Jones. “That’s how the cookie crumbles, buddy. They’ll flirt with us married guys til the available ones come along.”

“I’m not married. I’m engaged,” I grumbled.

“Same thing. You’re taken buddy. You’re just a tall piece of meat for those chicks to practice their routine with.”

I looked across the bar and saw Jenny batting her eyelashes at one of the new, younger single men. Reg was right.

“Look, Matt,” Reg said in a low conspiratorial voice. “I wanted to catch you alone at some point. Make sure I didn’t freak you out the other week at our poker game.”

“Freak me out?” I didn’t know what he was referring to.

“Yeah. Talking about assrimmming.” I had to say I still got a kick hearing this well-mannered blue-blooder talk about sex so forthrightly.

I laughed and shrugged. “Didn’t bother me. Can’t speak for the other guys, though.”

He nodded. “Yeah, guess Reilly and MacAllister were the ones a little freaked out.”

“Ah, they just don’t know what they’re missing.”

Reg looked at me, smiled and clinked my beer with his. “Damn straight.”

He pulled a long sip then asked, “So… how long has it been since your wild college girlfriend?”

I thought back. “Man… I don’t know. Nine years I guess.”

“How long has it been since your last rimjob?”

“Nine years.” I didn’t have to stop to do the math. “Yeah, and I know you got one for your birthday, so don’t rub it in.”

“My birthday’s in June, but I got my ass eaten out just this last week,” he said with a cagey expression.

“Yeah? You convince Ellen somehow?”

“Nah,” he answered. “You gotta promise me you’re not going to freak out when I tell you, Connelly.” I was a little nervous where the conversation was heading. Guys can talk about chasing pussy all they wanted, but stepping out on the wife was something else. I knew and liked Ellen. I’d met Reg’s kids. I didn’t want to see a blossoming divorce.

Still, I was curious. “Promise.”

“It was a guy.”

“Fuck, man, you’re joking!” I blurted out. I felt taken, like I’d been reeled into the punchline of one of Reg’s jokes.

Only he wasn’t laughing. “I’m serious, bud. I didn’t plan it or go out looking, but I found out that there are guys who fucking love eating ass. You don’t have to do anything in return, just drop trou and bend over and they go to work. Hell, I think they get off on it.”

“So, what, did you hang around Boys Town with a sign?” My voice had a mix of hostility and incredulity.

If Reg noticed the barb, he ignored it. “Nah, that’s the craziest thing. It’s my doctor… my goddamn general practitioner,” he added with a smirk.

“Shit!” I exclaimed. I was starting to believe Reg. The story was too crazy to be one of his jokes.

“Yeah, right? I don’t even remember how it all started but I was leaning over the examining table and suddenly I feel the most amazing tonguework on my pucker. I came twice that visit.” He was still smiling at the memory.

“Wow.” I wasn’t sure how to react. Part of me was turned on, part of me was a little freaked out. Reg was basically confessing to gay sex, however he justified it.

“Anyway, if you want, I can give you his name, even drop in a special referral with the doc, if you know what I mean.”

“‘s all right, Reg.” Polite, but still a little indignant. The man could get his jollies how he liked, but I wasn’t gonna let a guy lick my hole.

* * *

Only I thought about it. A lot. I lay back in bed and ran a spit-slicked finger around the rim of my hole. I thought about my college girlfriend and the fountain-spray cums I’d jizz while she licked me out. I pictured Jenny Corbin’s pert face buried in my crack. I tracked down seemingly every online porn site devoted to salad-tossing. I looked for the ones of big-breasted, pouty-lipped porn starlets submissively eating out a man’s craphole, but came across some man-on-man pix too. They were a bit of a turn off, but not as repulsive as I’d expected them to be. I stared at the sight, wondering what it was like. Did it feel different when a guy did it to you? It’s not as if you have to see him do it, I surmised.

I think I surprised Reg when a few days later I stopped by his office. He was talking with Reilly and another coworker. “Say, Reg, I thought I’d take your advice and switch doctors. Mine’s not doing it for me.” I thought I’d be cheeky and add the double entendre. “You still recommend yours?”

Jones blushed a little but nodded. “Yeah, he’s great. I’ll send you the info, Connelly.”

The receptionist told me Dr. Felder wasn’t taking new patients then, but I mentioned Reg’s referral and she told me she would check with the doctor and get back to me. That afternoon, she called back and confirmed an appointment for the next day.

* * *

I was nervous walking into that office. Partly because I was even contemplating letting a man lick my hole. Partly because I still was expecting someone, I don’t know, a little feminine, maybe a slight older man. Dr. Daniel Felder, though, looked like a goddamn pharmaceutical-ad doctor: mid 40s with a trim medium build, tall, dark brown hair, graying temples, green-grey eyes, a young face for his age with slight dimples and square jaw, friendly but all-business. His voice was deep, his handshake firm. “Mr. Connelly? Dr. Felder.”

“Thanks for fitting me in,” I answered. Fuck, there was no way this guy was a fairy. This had to be one of Reg’s practical jokes. He was even wearing a shiny gold wedding band. I couldn’t help but notice how big his hands were… thick fingers covered in small dark hairs.

“Well, Reg Jones is one of my best patients,” the doctor said with a twinkle in his eyes. “He gave me a call and told me I should see you if I could fit you in.” He wasn’t letting go of that handshake til a good two extra seconds had passed. Those eyes seemed to bore into me, questioning me.

Was he coming on to me? How would I know? This whole thing was weird. “Glad you could, doctor.” I nervously my seat down on the paper-covered examination table and fidgeted with my tie.

He flipped open my file and started perusing the record. “Your medical history is pretty enviable, Mr. Connelly. Have you had any problems lately?”

“No, just thought I needed a checkup.” Even if this visit was on the level, I was overdue for my annual physical.

The doctor nodded and paused a second to look into my eyes. I felt my heart skip a beat. Hell, I felt HIS heart skip a beat. Yeah, this guy’s into me, all right, I thought with a shudder. I guess in my mind, we’d go straight from preliminaries to the sex, but now that I was there, now that the doctor wasn’t making any moves, I didn’t think I could do it. There was no way I could take the initiative in this.

The doctor for his part started a routine checkup, taking my blood pressure and listening my heart beat. As he leaned in closer to me I could smell his cologne and feel his presence. I had to admit I was getting a little turned on. I kept thinking how this guy was the very kind of man women would be knocking each over to try to catch. If I had to do it with a guy, I couldn’t do better, I surmised.

He assured me all was fine so far.

He assured me all was fine, but maybe we should be safe and do a follow upnext month for some blood work. Finally, point blank he asked, “Ever had aprostate exam, Mr. Connelly?”

Fuck! I didn’t know what to say. “No. I’m a little young for prostate cancer, I thought.”

He nodded but didn’t change his intense facial expression. “You are. Still, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to check you out. Whaddya say?”

I could detect the hint of a smile as I stood up and began unbuckling my belt and pushing my suit pants and underwear down to my knees. I bent forward, placing my elbows on the padded table. “This good?” I asked the doctor.

“Perfect,” he answered, crouching down. I didn’t notice him pull out any latex gloves or lubricant.

My heart was pounding like crazy. What the fuck was I doing? I was about to hike my trousers back up and high tail it out of there.

Then I felt it. First the flutter of his heavy breath against my backside, a warm breeze against my buried pucker. It felt good, soothing. But not as good as the contact of his flesh against mine, his face pressing forward against the brawn of my butt cheeks. Then his wet kisses, seeking deeper into my crack. Fuck, he was doing it all right!

“Oh!” I moaned involuntarily, then bit my finger. My fiancee always joked about how much I moaned during sex, but I wasn’t sure a doctor’s office was the best place to let loose. Besides, I didn’t want the doc to know much I was enjoying what he was doing to me: the tickle of his tongue tip against my pucker folds, the lapping at my ass hairs, the circular motion and soft sucking. I don’t know where he learned his technique, but it put wild Jenny Cobrin to shame. I was boned hard and dripping all over the paper, all over my shirttails.

Then he started. Gentle prods of his tongue pushing against my bunghole, becoming ever more insistent, coaxing me open, battering my resistance down like a wide drill bit. I hadn’t gotten an up-close look at Felder’s tongue, but now it felt like the widest fattest tongue in the world. That he was shoving that fat organ into my tight hole made for an incredible experience.

Finally, the oral muscle wedged in and I felt an insane length snake inside and start going to town. Drilling, licking, exploring. “Fuck!” I cried quietly and gripped the table. Without my ability to control it, my prick seized and fired thick, hot jets of semen all over the examination table.

It was incredible orgasm. As Jones would say, better than pussy. As I came to, I felt the doc’s face still buried deep in my butt, munching away. I could tell he was flogging away and entering his own ejaculatory phase. Fuck, this guy really got off on eating butt!

I was a little embarrassed when it was all over, but Felder was cool as a cucumber, stuffing his junk back in and smoothing down his shirt, wiping off his face with a wetnap.

“Well, Mr. Connelly, everything seems in working order. If you need a follow up just call us. I’ll tell Linda to fit you in whenever you need to drop by.”

I wasn’t sure I was up for a repeat visit. Hell, I’d just made it with another guy! It was strictly one-way, to be sure, but fuck! Asslicking! I felt a little ashamed. I was hoping Jones could keep a secret.

Nervously I thanked the doctor and let his office confused, but satisfied.

* * *

Later that week Reg Jones popped his head into my office.

“So… Connelly… how was it?” He shut the door behind him and plopped himself in one of the office chairs.

Someone needs to write about the stages of sexual desire. Cause by now the guilt had given away to other phases: reliving the experience in my mind, then wanting it again.

I smiled, leaning back in my seat contentedly. “In-fucking-credible, Jones.”

That made Reg smile back and nod. “Better than a chick, right?”

“You’re not kidding. That guy’s pretty intense. I can’t believe he was doing that shit, but….”

“But it got you off?”

“Big time!”

Reg paused then got past his hesitation. “He do the deep-drill on ya?”

I nodded. “I didn’t know they made tongues that long.”

“That’s some maneuver. Sometimes, though, I prefer it when he just does his around-the-world trick.”

“Round the world?”

“Just circling your hole over and over, faster and faster until you nut.”

“Oh man.”

“Yeah.”

“How often you go?” Already I was planning for a follow up visit. This conversation was making me want one right now.

“Every four weeks. Can’t justify it more often. You’re going back, aren’t you Connelly?”

“What do you think?”

* * *

So I become one of Felder’s regulars. I don’t think I realized just how regularly I was getting my nuts drained til the doc went on vacation. “I’m sorry,” his secretary informed me, “the doctor won’t have any available times until November.”

I was feeling strung up high and dry. Sure there was sex with the fiancee. But between our work schedules we mostly saw each other on the weekends. And it lacked that pure, sexual intensity I’d come to love from Dr. Felder’s asseating sessions. Even the five-minute quickies left me satisfied, like I’d just spent the day in a sex marathon. The times I was lucky enough to score a twenty-minute appointment were heaven.

As luck would have it I even had to cancel my November appointment on account of business travel. A sales call to Dallas. Jones was on that trip, too, and after our salesperson Gina called in early for the evening, it was just Reg and me alone at the hotel bar.

“So,” he asked me in the middle of a conversation lull. “When was your last session with Felder?”

“Dunno, two, maybe three months. Fuck, Jones, I’m about going insane.” My third whiskey was down to the dregs, and his was too.

“You and me both, buddy.” He looked down at his drink. “Ready to call it a night, Connelly?”

“Sure thing.”

We were walking down the hotel hallway to our rooms when Reg stopped me with a gentle tug of the arm. “Listen, Matt…” his speech was a little loose from the alcohol. “Tell me if I’m out of line here, but…”

Christ, he was not gonna, was he? Jones was a pretty straight arrow, and I couldn’t believe he would suggest was he was about to suggest.

“… well, you’re hard up and I’m hard up, and I was thinking, you know, maybe we could help each other out.”

“I dunno, Reg. I mean, what we both like…. I don’t know if I could do it.”

“Lick another guy’s ass? Eat him out?” He was buzzed all right. Like I said it was odd to hear this blueblood talk like a port sailor.

“Yeah that.”

“It freaks me out too, buddy. But maybe if we take turns we can do it. Or at least watch some hotel porn….”

I couldn’t muster the courage to say yes, but as Jones turned to open his room door, I followed in.

Slowly, quietly, we removed our suits, our shirts and ties. It was a little weird undressing for another guy, especially a coworker like Reg, but at least he wasn’t a slouch. Apparently the same thoughts were in his head. “You keep in pretty good shape, Connelly.”

I patted my six pack and smirked. I worked out pretty religiously and was proud of my body. “Read ’em and weep Jones.” Reg was a healthy, well-built man, but marriage has put some padding on his middle.

I paused nervously then watched as Reg pushed down his briefs. We both chuckled, then got serious. “So,” I cut in. “How we do this?”

Reg shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know Matt. I hadn’t planned this far.”

We were both soft and standing there awkwardly facing one another.

An idea occurred to me. “I got it.” Plopping down on the bed, I motioned to Reg. “You face the other direction.” He got down and we were in a 69 position. I looked past his cut cock and hairy nutsac. Grabbing his legs I spread the thighs apart til the perineum then the blond hairy crack were in view. Jones had a thick hairy trench, all right.

I felt my coworker do the same to me. He was leaning in, I could tell, cause his breath was on my hole. It reminded me of my first time with Felder. I know my cock was starting to respond now.

“All right, why don’t we take turns telling the other what we liked about Felder eating us out.” I looked forward in hesitation. A grown man’s ass. It was now or never. “OK?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

“You start.”

“Well, I love how Dan makes love to my hole. Kisses it like he’s kissing a woman on the lips, only it’s my hole that he’s kissing. Wet smooches at first, then starts slipping his tongue out to make contact. Not too much at first, but then more as he gets confident that I want it.”

As Reg was talking, I started. Doing what he’s describing. What the doctor did. Making love to his exposed hairy pucker. I kissed it gently, repeatedly, and felt the anus quiver at the touch of my lips. Fuck, this was intense. I gave more, fervent heavy kisses. Then tongue. This was the first time I’d licked a man’s hole, and all I felt was one heavy rush. Reg urged me on, telling me what Doc did, telling me to do it, too. I did.

Finally, I pulled back and wiped the spit and muskiness from my mouth.

“How was that buddy?” I asked.

“Don’t get offended Connelly, but you’re as good as our doctor friend.”

“Glad to hear,” I answered, genuinely satisfied at a job well done. “OK, my turn.”

I felt Reg position his face back between my spread thighs, right at my spread crack.

“I love it when Felder parts my cheeks wide then spits right on my hole, repeatedly. Then dives in and starts tonguing the saliva straight into me.”

I sensed Reg’s hesitation. But then he did it. Just like I described. I wondered if Doc did that with him, too. Probably did. Cause Reg was now aping the doctor’s technique with flawless, rough, hot spit projectiles on my winking rosebud, followed by quick jackhammer tongue thrusts against my shitter. My prick was bonehard now.

My coworker pulled back and added, “I also love it when Dan licks me in random intervals, keeping me guessing when the next lick is gonna be.” I started doing as instructed and Reg went back to eating me out, now with a deep, regular licking motion.

We were in a regular rim 69 now, ass-munching at both ends and loving it. The wet tongue sensations felt amazing on my ass, but I was also grooving on the feel of my cock rubbing against Reg’s hairy chest. It started with a drip, then an ooze, and soon my ejaculation was painting my Reg’s toroso. Jones was cumming too, spurting his sauce on me while his butt cheeks clenched against my face and his hole dilated wildly around my tongue. If I didn’t think I liked licking hole, that sensation alone was enough to make an addict.

Reg, too, apparently. As we disentangled and lay side by side on that hotel bed, my WASPy coworker sighed. “Fuck, man, what do we need Felder for?”

I started laughing. “I don’t know buddy.”

Then, like a kid with a new toy, I looked down at Reg’s cum-streaked body. Making my way down the bed, I crouched between his legs and lifted his thighs. Pale white skin on his legs disappeared by the light-brown thicket of his hairy crack. Just a telltale opening where his manhole was. I dove in. And licked like crazy.

“Ah, eat me, man,” Jones’s deep mellifluous voice cried out. We were officially going for round two.

His words and the firm hand pushing against the top of my head told me I was on the right track to a new friendship.