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Introduction: 

The nerdy 24-year-old Max Prinz got introduced to an Arabian Prince at a tall ship sailing event in his hometown. The buff and powerful man was exactly what Max secretly had dreamed of. So when the chance for some hot and steamy sex arose, Max took it with both hands. In turn, Prince Jamal Farra III took the nerd Max and revamped him into a leather-wearing butch little stud.

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Blown away and swept off his feet.

The 24-year-old Max was not one of your typical college guys. He was what most would consider a geek or a nerd. Not at all bad looking. But then you would have to look past his ridiculous outfits, center-parted brown hair, and the ludicrously thick-rimmed glasses. The young man just did not seem to care about his own looks. He simply was not that obsessed with his appearance, unlike all the other hunky twinks around him. While his friends loved their college years for all the sexual pleasures that presented themselves on campus. Max sooner focused on his three academic majors and several other courses. 

Sure, despite his nerdy looks, Max had plenty of friends. He was very favorable with everyone, even with the biggest bullies at school. But he liked to keep himself to himself. Max was sort of the fifth wheel at most dorm parties. Present but as invisible as he could make himself. Many of his college friends thought the dude was still a virgin. They were constantly trying to get him laid. But the 24-year-old surely was not. Max had a little secret. Well, a big one if you ask me. The dude was gay, but he had kept that well hidden from everyone and their mother. Heck, even his own well-to-do parents did not know that little Diederik Julius Maximiliaan Prinz had a thing for buff and powerful man. 

The only one Max had ever told this was his back-door neighbor. And that happened quite by accident. The Chief of Police once caught Max with his pants around his ankles. He found the boy in a back room of a gay bar that he also poked around in. The then 19-year-old Max Prinz was getting it hard from every angle. Stunned, Max’s back-door neighbor watched for a moment before secretly joining in the gang fuck. The blindfolded Max got his ass ravaged in a sling by every man at the underground bar. 

Just like Max, the Chief of Police had kept his alternate sexual feelings well hidden. Although Peter-Jan Hendriks was happily married, he loved to walk on the wild side every now and then. From an early age, he had let Max mow the lawns around his villa. Striking up a friendship with the oddly cheerful, hard-working boy. Max had become sort of a surrogate son to Peter-Jan. Twice his age, Peter-Jan enjoyed being around Max. The dude considered the Chief of Police to be an uber-fit DILF. But Max knew he could not risk getting caught with him. Not that this kept the men apart when Max was home from college. When Peter-Jan had a rough week at work, Max always knew how to help his back-door neighbor relax. Resulting in some quick, hot, and steamy oral sex in Peter-Jan’s man-cave.

Max was in his final year at university. Ace-ing all his studies, like a good little privileged nerd. Peter-Jan Hendriks had signed the dude up for a major event in their hometown. Every five years or so, a lot of tall ships and other sailboats gathered in their harbor-town. An event that had grown into the country’s hottest place to be. Leaving the local police force woefully short-handed to keep the hundreds of thousands of visitors in check. Max knew the town like no other. He spoke his languages and had worked for the organization a few times before. Making him ideally suited to help out in crowd control. Max had even roped in some college friends to help out. 

The Chief had made sure that Max was made head of a large group of volunteers. Making Max privileged to all kinds of sensitive information. Chief Hendriks had taken Max Prinz to the police station many times before. The other cops had gotten to known the nerdy young man quite well. Max had even interned there a few times to help with admin and IT work.

Yet, somehow Max had noticed an odd change in behavior from Peter-Jan Hendriks. As usual, Max was present at many an event briefing with Chief Hendriks. However, during this event, the Chief wasn’t as forthcoming with info as the college dude had come to expect of him. Max just ignored it. Thinking his neighbor was merely too busy. The event promised to be even bigger than usual. So everyone seemed a little on edge. 

Max tried to attend the morning briefing at the police headquarters during the second day of the event. Normally he just stood at the back of the situation room to listen in. But not this day. There had been an exciting buzz going around the place. After a while, Max and some other big-shots from the event organizers were finally allowed to join the police briefing. Chief Hendriks got a dirty look from Max when he spotted his young buddy at the back of the room. Max was only paying half attention to the rest of the police briefing. But he did notice the addition of military and ministerial security personnel. Those folks had not been there at other events.

At the end of the briefing, Peter tried to stop Max and explain why they could not join for the first part of the police briefing. The dude was already late. He had to give his own volunteers their early morning instructions. So Max gave the Chief the cold shoulder. He did not need an apology from him. Max was smart as a whip and could add one and one together. He had sort of figured out what must have been going on. 

Max’s bedroom overlooked the harbor’s marina. Just before dusk the previous evening, Max had watched the last of the sailboats join the event. It was a large and beautiful luxury sail-training ship with personnel from a distant country. The only thing that struck Max as odd was the place where the ship moored. At the very end of the large jetty protected by two large naval frigates. A place where the public or even the organizers were not allowed to go without a special pass.

Max already spotted many people trying to rush to the harbor from the city center on his walk back from the police station. He quickly dawned his high-viz vest, his badge, and the organization’s cap. Starting his day by directing the traffic at the pedestrian crossing. Using his walkie-talkie, asking for help to keep traffic on the right track. Max had never seen it this busy this early in the day. Apart from the tourists, many sailors on their first shore leave streamed out of the city center as well. A lot of the sailors were piss-drunk and stoned out of their gourds already. They must have had a great first night out, thought Max smiling at the men. 

Max had stopped the pedestrians from crossing the busy street between the harbor and the city center. Letting the backed-up traffic pass. Suddenly Max got rudely shoved aside. It was a bear of a man. Dressed in a tough leather jacket, scruffy old jeans, and the most pointy cowboy boots Max had ever seen. His rough bearded appearance, his impudent demeanor, and foul mouth gave Max pause. The college dude grabbed the back of the thick leather coat and roughly yanked him back onto the sidewalk. And not a moment too soon. If Max would have let the Arabic-looking stud go, then the man would have been flattened by oncoming traffic. The truck driver pushed his horn through the steering wheel as he screeched to a hold. Narrowly avoiding the collision.

This sobered up the butch stud immediately. But the two friends he was with pulled Max away from the buff 30-something-year old. They looked just as odd as their leather-clad Arabic mate. It seemed as if the two muscular guerrillas could have stepped straight out of a Hollywood movie. Dressed and acting like secret agents. Complete with sunglasses, black bomber jackets, and ear-pieces. The foul-mouthed Arabic stud gave Max an ear-full once his two friends had roughly worked Max to the ground.

“What the FUCK!…” screamed the Arabic stud in his accent-free queen’s English. “Get the fuck away from me, little man… Who the hell are you supposed to be, anyway…“

“I am your guardian angel, Sir!… If I had not held you back, you would have been road-kill!… Next time look both ways before crossing the street, Sir!… Your Welcome, Sir!” said Max Prinz calmly but loudly and very firm. He got up and stopped the traffic. Giving the dazed pedestrians time to walk around the 3 Arabic-looking men to the harbor.

Max called to the three, “Are you going to cross the street or not, Sirs?…“

“Don’t be so shamefully insolent, boy… Don’t you know who this is?…” one of the guerrillas called back.

“No, Sir, I don’t… To me, everyone is the same, regardless of where you are from or how you look… So if you want to cross… Then now would be a good time… Sirs…” answered Max Prinz back. Making the last of the crowd murmur approvingly. But Max did know who the buff and powerful Arabic man was. He knew all too well. And despite that, he felt he handled the whole ordeal adequately.

Max Prinz blew his whistle. Signaling to the pedestrians to clear the road. The three Arabic-looking butch men grumbled as they swiftly walked past Max. Ever friendly, Max just nodded cheerfully at the men and went about his business. A cop with two volunteers from Max’s group took over so he could finally brief his team about the day’s events. 

All through the day, Max had the odd feeling he was being watched. He kept spotting the buff stud where ever Max went about his business. All throughout the early morning. At lunch, on the terras of a local restaurant. At the historic market on the harbor. At one of the many stage performances. Everywhere Max went to direct his team, there was the great-looking Arabic stud. Followed closely by his two guardian guerrillas. Even if the elegantly butch man did not know he was near Max, then Max could spot him in the crowd. Observing his carefree and a little nasty behavior. As if the stud owned the place.

The nasty early morning incident had sobered up the stud considerably. Making the Arabic man look even tougher and more manly than Max had witnessed. Were the Arabic stud kept looking alert and fresh, his two mates dropped the ball a few times. Losing sight of their protégé in the crowds. The second day of the event turned out to be the busiest it had ever been. Nearly a million visitors graced the dynamic tall ship event that day. And that included a lot of fake news reporters. They had all come for a hot scoop. The buzz was that there was royalty amongst the many sailors.

The crowds were thick, and it made spotting any foreign dignitary very hard. Max, however, suspected who it must have been. So he kept an extra eye out for him. Not neglecting his volunteer team or his other duties. He sat at the hospitality desk out in front of the event HQ. Multitasking his way through the latter part of the afternoon. Handing out directions to the many foreign visitors and sailors. Max enjoyed this work the most. He could finally sit down and practice one of his 8 foreign languages. Apart from English, he spoke most of the European languages. As well as some Russian, Japanese, and Arabic.

Peter-Jan Hendriks spotted Max at the hospitality desk. He tapped Max surreptitiously on his shoulder. Gesturing to him that he wanted a quick word inside. They watched over the bustling crowd from behind the second-floor window of the event headquarters. It took a while before the Chief spoke to Max. Something was clearly bothering him.

“Hey, Max… How’s your day been so far?… I’ve heard about your incident this morning… Are you okay?” asked the Chief fatherly once they were out of earshot of everyone else. “Sorry about this morning’s briefing, Max… We have a little issue… Maybe you can get your team to help quietly with this one… There is an Arabic Prince amongst the crowds… And the media is going crazy trying to find him… But we seem to have lost track of him.“

“So I’ve heard, Sir… Look, there he is now!… The guy in the black leather jacket at your 11 o’clock.” Said Max calmly. Nodding his head toward the stud. “Good looking fellow too… But a little too rough if you ask me…” said Max, a little impressed by the stud. “Between you and me, I would not mind going for a ride on that Arabic bronco… He’s been stalking me all day… He was the one I rescued this morning… Chief… Upclose he’s gorgeous,” whispered Max under his breath.

“Gosh, Max… You really are too clever for your own good… But don’t go starting an international incident, boy…” replied the Chief putting a hand on Max’s shoulder.

“I would not dream of it… Well, I can dream tonight… Now I just have to think of Misses Hendriks…” winked Max a little meanly at Peter-Jan Hendriks.

“Ha… Careful now, boy!… Anyway, even if he is part of the club… He looks like he’s a pain in the butt,” smirked the Chief nastily at his young gay friend.

“I’ll keep an eye on him… Maybe invite him to dinner or something… I can practice my Arabic with him,” suggested Max seriously.

“Make sure you include his two bodyguards in your plans… Boy, be careful!…” said the Chief of Police worriedly.

“Kinky, a foursome!… Aren’t I always careful, Sir?” laughed Max. Out of the second-floor window, he had spotted two camera teams nearing the Prince’s position. So without properly ending the conversation, Max rushed downstairs and out of the HQ. Quickly maneuvering toward the two bodyguards. “atabaeani min fadlik… al’amir hunak…” whispered Max in his best Arabic to the stunned man. Pointing to his security badge and gesturing to the location where the Prince stood, sampling some local delights.

“Sir… it’s time to head back onboard… The media is on to you!… You got the Chief of Police all worried,” whispered Max Prinz to the Arabic Prince.

Angrily the Arabic man grabbed Max and pushed him aside. At the same time, spotting the two camera teams nearing his location.

“Shit… Okay then…” sighed the Arabic man.

“Follow me… Let me get you out of this crowd… I live nearby… Maybe we can grab a bite to eat or a drink,” suggested Max to the three men. They followed Max around the back of HQ and along a narrow alleyway out of the harbor. Not speaking until Max had let them over the sea wall and into the villa suburb where Max lived. 

“Where are we going, boy?” asked the Prince, a little worried.

“A little less attitude would be appreciated, Sir… My name is Diederik Julius Maximilliaan Prinz… But you may call me Max, Sir… We are going to my parent’s place it is much closer than the ‘Almiraj’, Sir… And it has a lot fewer news media buzzing around, Sir…” replied Max friendly. “In a couple of hours, most visitors will go to dinner, and the crowds will thin out… Then I can get you back on board safely, Sir,” told Max to the buff man. He called HQ via his walkie-talkie that he would be going home for a few hours to grab something to eat.

“Can we grab something to eat too, Sire?…” asked one of the bodyguards of the Prince. 

“There is a nice fast-food place up here… I live at number 75… Just up the street…” suggested Max, and the Arabic stud agreed to that suggestion. Dropping the bodyguards off on the terras of the local cafeteria restaurant. Max handed them his phone number and walked with the gorgeously buff guy to his parent’s villa. “Here we are, Sir… Welcome to Casa Prinz… My parents are not at home this weekend… So you’re quite safe here.“

Well, being safe was relative. And certainly not something the Arabic stud had in mind. As soon as Max closed the back door behind him, the stud grabbed him. Turning Max around, he pressed him to the kitchen wall. Kicking his legs meanly apart. Slamming an open hand right onto the college dude’s package. “sanumaris aljins ‘ayuha ghyr almwmn!… thlatht ‘ashhur fi albahr… muakharatuk li alan!” said the rude man threateningly in Arabic, but with a very dirty grin. Expecting Max not to understand a word of it. But boy, was he wrong about that. He had told Max he was going to get fucked. The stud had been at sea for 3 months and had not fucked someone during that time.

“Okay… I love to give my ass to you, Sir… Just drop the tough guy attitude… No need to… I am gay… Why don’t we go to my room?… So I can suck that 3 months load off… Hmmm… I have never been with a tough stud like you, though… Hi, my name is Max… What do I call you?… Ummm… Sire was it?” Placing both his hands around the back of the Prince’s neck. Gazing lovingly into his eyes. Feeling his own cock grow hard under the continued groping of the Arabic stud.

“Shit!… You speak Arabic?” said the Prince, dumbfounded.

“Hendriks for Max Prinz… Are you still on standby?… Over,” came the voice of the Chief over the walkie-talkie.

“Engaging in hostile negotiations, Sir… Be back in a couple of hours… Over,” replied Max as he grabbed the Prince by the hand. Guiding him upstairs to his bedroom.

“Remember what I told you, boy!… Over,” warned Peter-Jan Hendriks.

“Sure… Seems we are on the same wavelength, though… Service with a smile!… Over and Out,” said Max as he pushed the Arabic Prince onto his bed. Dropping between his knees and releasing the trapped 9-inches of Arabic man meat that was rearing to go.

The Prince sighed profoundly as Max went down on him. In no time, Max had the 9-inch wild stallion tamed, and up to full steam. Feeling the Prince’s hands ruffling up Max’s hair in delight. In fact, the Prince used his fingers to comb Max’s hair. Measuring its length and admiring the lanky brown bush. The Prince was nearly bold, apart from his thick beard. He was trying to take off his leather jacket once the Arabic stud had pulled Max’s nerdy vest, bowtie, and shirt off.

“Leave the leather jacket and boots on, Sire… I like tough men.“

“You do?… Oh, fuck!… You suck so nice!… Are all Dutch boys this horny?… I am Prince Byran Jamal Ahdan Farra, the third… But… Oh, fuck slow down, Maxi!… But you may call me Jamal!… Oh… Arghhh… Yeah, suck that cock, boy… Do you really want me to fuck you?“

“Nice to suck you too, Sire… Ummm… I mean… Nice to meet you too… Depends on how much time we have, Jamal… I wouldn’t mind going a few rounds on that desert trouser snake of yours… It’s been a while for me… So go slow at first.“

“Take all the time you need, boy… Max, I will do whatever you like… I’ll make you part of my harem if you let me fuck you… I’ll dress you in leather and make you scream in pleasure as I breed your ass full… Shit… Man, your mouth feels so nice… Yeah… Suck my balls… I like that!“

The Prince pulled Max up and dropped him onto the bed. Unzipping Max’s dress pants and looking bemused at the now naked college dude.

“What?” asked Max, a little annoyed.

“Dude… Undressed, you look hot, man!… Those clothes don’t do you justice… You’re very fit and muscular, Max… We need to get you some contacts and a different wardrobe… You’ll be the envy of any man that will have you!… But now your ass is mine!“

“sahib alsumui almalakii… Slide that Arabian stallion cock inside my ass, Jamal… I want it!… But go slow… Here is some lube if you want it,” said Max as he lay on his back with his legs pulled up. Jamal took off his cowboy boots and dropped his jeans. “Nice pair of boots, man… Makes you look real tough… Just don’t hurt me, please,” asked Max. Looking a little worried at the stiffness of the 9-inches that were about to skewer his ass.

“Your Arabic is very good, boy… And don’t worry… Your highness is about to fuck you good… Sounds like you really have a thing for leather… Don’t you have any of your own, nerd?” laughed the Prince.

“No, Sir… Not my style… I would walk around college with a raging hard-on all day if I did… But you look cool in them.“

“Ha… True… Not my normal style either… But it helped me to blend in today… I hate the three-piece suits that I normally have to wear… Anyway… this is just an act… My father thinks I am a softy… He does not know his son, the Prince, is gay… But I can help you if you want… We have a great hairdresser onboard… With some color and a new style, some contacts, and new clothes that will accentuate your muscular body… You would really be too hot to handle,” said the Prince while he smeared some lube into Max’s butt. “Your ass is going to hurt tomorrow, boy!…” laughed the Prince as he slid inch by inch inside the hot and willing hole.

“FUCK… Ai… Ouch… Go slow, man… They said you were a pain in the butt… Geez… Fuck, that thing is so big… Come here… Lay on top of me and kiss me, Jamal… Let me get used to that Arabian rattlesnake for a bit,” said Max as he pulled Jamal over him by the collar of the leather jacket. “Oh… Yeah… Much better!… Make love to me… Ride my ass open… hi hi … your beard tickles… You need a trim too.“

Slowly but surely, Jamal got what he had hoped for. A nice hot hole to ravage. Max loved every inch of his Arabic friend. And Jamal was indeed a tough wild stallion. He wasn’t kidding. Max’s ass started to hurt but in a good way. Just before Jamal came, he asked in Arabic, “Where do you want it?“

Max answered back, “fi ‘aemaqi.“

“Really… You want me to breed you?…” asked Jamal in disbelieve. 

“Dude… Do you need a written invitation?… Fuck me full already!“

Well, the Prince did not need an invitation. He pounded the crap out of Max. Dumping his 3 months pent-up load deep into the boy. It took him a long time after the climax before Jamal was able to think again. Let alone speak or move. This was one of the nicer fuck-buddies he had ever had the pleasure of. In fact, Jamal wasn’t done. Slowly he started gyrating his hips again. Pumping his massive load of man-juice deeper into Max’s aching ass.

After another half an hour, Max said, “I think we should get cleaned up, Jamal… I need to get you and your men back to the ship, Sire… This was nice, though… Rough… but nice!“

“Fuck yeah, it was… I am hungry too… I could eat an ass…” laughed Jamel.

“We can grab some fries and a burger on the way back…“

The two princes walked back to the cafeteria, where the bodyguards just finished a three-course meal. Jamal had given Max the leather jacket to wear. And had ruffled up the boy’s hair to a completely new look. Rather than the horn-rimmed glasses, Max wore his coolest pair of sunglasses instead. The combination made him look as cool as he felt. It had been a while since Max felt this butch. Actually, Max knew exactly when that had been. He was 19 at the time and had the greatest sex in the dirtiest place he knew. Being fucked by his back-door neighbor. Five years ago. But this was much nicer. The tough leather jacket gave him that little something extra. 

The four-man walked back to the harbor. Grinning from ear to ear. With a belly full of food and an ass full of… Well, you get the picture.

Max got introduced around on the ‘Almiraj’. He had some tea and chatted with the crew. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw rather than heard the Prince instructing the crew members – Gesturing in the direction of Max. The college dude got a full tour of the royal yacht. Prince Farra III took a few photos with Max as a reminder of their time together. After a successful evening, Max said his goodbyes. Handing the leather jacket back to the Prince.

“Keep it, Maximilliaan… I think you can make better use of it than I could… Us princes always need to look their best.“

Max left the ship a little stunned and bow-legged. But proud as a peacock. He bumped into Chief Hendriks on the way home. “Evening, Sir…“

“Hey, Max… How did the negotiations go?…” laughed Peter-Jan naughtily.

“He became a little hostile… Nothing I could not handle… I had a lovely evening, though… But I think I will have to skip tomorrow’s early briefing…” sighed Max, pleased.

“Hahaha… I bet you had a lovely evening… You glow!… That jacket looks cool on you, Max.“

“Ha… that’s what the Prince said… I guess he’s right…” Winked Max.

The next few days went by in a flash. Max got called to the royal yacht a couple of times to translate. But the Prince never seemed as affectionate toward Max as the first time they met. Understandable, thought Max. Seeing as he helped to relieve the tension already, and the Prince wasn’t openly gay either. 

On the concluding day of the tall ship event, Max got called one last time to the ‘Almiraj’. The ship’s hairdresser wanted to see him. Max got a makeover. Restyling his hair, glasses, and clothes. Suddenly the nerdy twink looked as cool as Jamal had predicted. Max was a propper stud. Dressed in a cool biker jacket, Jeans, and the pointiest cowboy boots the stud had ever worn.

On his way back home, he spotted Prince Farra III, the Mayor, and the Chief of Police outside the event HQ. Jamal walked over to the young man and gave him a bro-hug.

“See… You can look cool… Nerd!… Thanks for everything… Here is my card… Let’s keep in touch, Max… We princes need to stick together!… Write to me… I hope I wasn’t too much of a royal pain in the butt.“

< The End >

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Am I Supposed To Make Dragons Cry?

Luckily, Pepin was already inside the royal chambers, busy dusting around with a feathery implement.

“What happened?” he asked and hurried to them.

“Conrad’s hurt. Bring the court’s physician,” Kai said in a steady voice. It was all a fantasy or a dream or a BL show, and probably he would get pulled to the real world anytime soon, but that didn’t mean that he would take the situation lightly.

“Right away,” Pepin replied without asking for additional details.

Kai carried Conrad to the bed and helped him lie down. “Are you all right? Any nausea? Dizziness? Is your whole life flashing before your eyes?”

Conrad tried to laugh, but then he winced in pain. “Why are you so different?” he asked.

“I’m not. That’s who I really am,” Kai retorted.

“Then I’ve been told a lot of lies,” Conrad whispered, and his eyelids grew heavy.

“Hey, hey, don’t you dare feint on me. I have no idea what to do if you suddenly died.”

Conrad’s eyes snapped open. “Why would you care?” he asked, looking pretty suspicious of Kai’s reasons to say such things.

“How could I not? You’re in my care or something.”

“Why would you feel responsible?” Conrad insisted. “I am but a tool for you to use.”

Oh, please, don’t say it.

Conrad continued. “Your concubine, your slave to use as you wish.”

Kai closed his eyes, squeezed them hard, and then released a drawn heavy sigh. “It’s only because you insist,” he said and pointed a finger at Conrad.

“Don’t worry, Your Majesty. I know you would quickly discard me if I failed to have my uses.” His eyelids were closing again.

Kai snapped his fingers in front of him. “You didn’t lose that much blood, right? Why do you keep falling asleep?”

“It… hurts,” Conrad hissed. “I’m so tired.”

“No,” Kai said in a determined voice. “No, you’re not allowed to sleep. I have no idea why you shouldn’t, but that’s how they say in those – I mean, I order you to stay awake, dammit!”

The doors opened, and Pepin, followed by a man with long grey hair, rushed in.

“Your Majesty,” the physician said and took a long and unnecessary bow.

“Yes, yes, I know. Just come here and fix him.”

The physician didn’t have to be told twice. He stepped closer to the patient and began examining him. Kai moved out of the way, not wanting to interfere with the medical act, whatever it entailed in this world.

Pepin touched his arm. “Who did this to Conrad?”

“A suspicious hooded figure,” Kai said promptly.

“Are you joking?”

“I’m serious,” Kai protested. “I think it was someone sent to assassinate me.”

“Assassinate? And you didn’t call the guards?” Pepin raised his voice.

Kai shushed him. “There’s a patient in the room, what the hell? And he was gone, like in an instant. Plus, I had to take Conrad to safety.”

Pepin appeared surprised. “You let the assassin get away,” he said slowly like he was just starting to realize something.

“Well, if it means so much to you, go and tell the guards to search the castle for suspicious hooded figures. Actually, not so hooded, since Conrad grabbed his robe. He was dressed all in black if that helps.”

“The robe, where is it?” Pepin asked impatiently.

“In the hallway, where the attack took place.”

“Let’s go get it, and you can inform the guards on our way to search for this assassin.”

“It sounds like a waste of time, but as you wish,” Kai said, a tiny bit vexed. “Hey, who’s ordering who around here, um?”

Pepin threw him a pointed look. “With all due respect, Your Majesty, you appear to forget how important you are for the kingdom of Ifigia.”

It hadn’t occurred to Kai until now that he hadn’t even known the name of the place where he had been transported by, apparently, a whim of fate. “Again, Pepin, I’m not letting this guy,” he pointed at Conrad, “die on my watch.”

“Why?” Pepin asked and pouted like a petulant child. “Are you in love with him?”

Kai groaned. “Stop being jealous. I just don’t like it, you know, people dying and stuff.”

“So you’re not in love with him,” Pepin concluded for himself.

“He’s a dude,” Kai said. “Why would I be in love with him?”

Pepin exhaled, more relaxed now. “Should we see about that robe, Your Majesty?”

“All right, let’s go, if it means so much to you. Will Conrad be safe, only with the physician here?”

“Why wouldn’t he?” Pepin asked.

“Well, there’s an assassin on the loose,” Kai pointed out. Maybe he was a scatterbrain, but Pepin didn’t seem much different. The servant seemed to have already forgotten about calling the guards and ordering a full-scale manhunt.

“Yes, the assassin,” Pepin said, and his alertness returned in full force. “After you, Your Majesty. And are you sure that you’re not doing this because you love Conrad?”

“Oh, shut up already, you annoying jealous…” Kai hesitated, not knowing what to say so that it didn’t sound too insulting to those delicate and quick to pass judgment ears.

“I am not jealous,” Pepin said airily. “Just concerned.”

“Yeah, concerned someone might take your place. Don’t worry, Conrad seems like the kind of guy who would be completely useless with a feather duster.” Kai grabbed Pepin’s hand. The servant looked at him with loving eyes. He was so hot and cold, it wasn’t even funny. “Now let’s grab the robe and put the guards on high alert, yes?”

“Yes,” Pepin said quietly and let himself dragged away.

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The robe was still on the floor, which meant that the assassin hadn’t thought of coming back to wipe his traces. Pepin took the garment and began studying it intently. “As I suspected. The house of Uxilan.” He pointed at a small dark red crest that would have been easy to miss on that black fabric.

“Who are they?”

“You destroyed them,” Pepin said. “They were dealing in black magic and tried to keep you from marching through their territory.”

Kai didn’t dare to ask more about that. “Apparently, I didn’t do that good of job, if some of them are still alive and trying to stab me with pointy blades.”

“Pointy? Oh, no,” Pepin gasped.

“What? What is it?”

“Let’s hurry back to Conrad,” Pepin said quickly. He was the one to grab Kai’s hand.

“Now who’s in love with the guy?” Kai tried to joke.

“It is possible that he was poisoned,” came the hasty reply.

“Poisoned? Oh, shit, that’s bad.”

They started running.

* * *

The physician must have reached the same conclusion if his drawn face and worried eyes were any indications.

“How bad is it?” Kai asked directly.

Conrad had his eyes closed, and his face had a sickly pallor. He was sweating profusely and looked gone to the world.

“You did well to freeze the blood, Your Majesty,” the physician replied. “But it is poison, and not even ice magic will prevent it from spreading.”

“Is there an antidote?”

“Yes, there is one, but not easy to get. Leaves of angelica, hyssop root extract, and –” the physician hesitated.

“And?” Kai asked, tapping his foot.

“The tear of a dragon,” the old man finally answered.

“Are you kidding me? I mean, is this a joke?”

“No, Sire.”

“How am I supposed to make a dragon cry? Should I tickle him? Have him watch sappy movies?”

“I do not know, Sire,” the physician said apologetically.

“All right,” Kai said and began to pace the room. “I was heading over to that dragon cave anyway. I’ll figure out a way. Pepin, get my horse ready, and whatever I need to take with me to fight dragons.”

“Just killing a dragon won’t make him cry,” the physician pointed out. “They are creatures made of fire and anger.”

“Well, then I won’t kill him. I’ll find a way,” Kai said. “The rest of the ingredients, do you have them?”

“Yes, of course,” the old man replied. “But, Sire, it is a perilous quest. Of what I heard, to touch a dragon’s heart, one needs to reach it. Cold steel and magic won’t work. And the few who ever succeeded if we were to believe the tales, went against dragons alone.”

“Fine by me,” Kai said. “I’m overpowered anyway, and I need to put my skills to the test. So I’ll go face this dragon by myself.”

“Don’t you dare,” Pepin shouted, ignoring that they had an audience.

Kai frowned. “Don’t lecture me, Pepin. I’m going, and that’s final.”

“Sire, if you allowed me a piece of advice,” the physician intervened, “allowing this man who until yesterday used to be your enemy, to perish, wouldn’t be seen as an act of malevolence. You could always get another concubine.”

“Talk to the hand,” Kai said and put one palm up in front of the physician.

That made the old man confused enough to stop making his case against Conrad.

“And make sure to keep him alive until I get back, or there will be consequences.”

What consequences those would be, he had no idea, but, at the moment, putting the fear of Prince Sebastian into those old bones looked like the right course of action.

The physician went back by the patient’s side right away. “Of course, Your Majesty,” he said grimly.

Kai felt a little bad about lying to the old man, but dire times called for dire measures. “Pepin, get guards to the door. They should be here at all times, in case someone tries something shady.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Pepin replied as a servant should. “But you’re not going alone to the dragon’s cave. I’m coming.”

“Why? I don’t need a sandwich while I’m sneaking into that beast’s lair.” Actually, he might get hungry, but whatever, he’d just grab some supplies.

Pepin seemed calm and composed. “You need me.”

Of course, he had no idea about the way to the dragon cave. “Why?” he chose to play his hand. “Do you happen to know how to get there?”

“Of course I do,” Pepin replied, now full of indignation of being suspected of such lack of knowledge.

“Then you’re coming,” Kai said like it was the most natural thing in the world to change his mind at the drop of a dime.

“I’ll make all the arrangements,” Pepin informed him. “We’ll be riding west before nightfall.”

“Yeah, let’s hurry. And you know what? Grab some sandwiches for the road.”

“What are those, sandwiches?”

“You take a slice of bread –” Kai began, “oh, shoot, never mind. Some food and water.”

“Of course. What kind of royal servant do you think I am, Your Majesty?” Pepin bristled, now taking offense over this underhanded attack at his skills.

With Pepin rushing through the door, Kai started looking around for things he might need in his quest. His eyes fell on Conrad. Even pale and worn by the poison trying to wring the life out of him, he was still handsome.

He took a step toward the bed, then another. He hovered and whispered, “I promise, you’ll get better.” He touched Conrad’s face with hesitant fingers, taking in the contour of his nose and lips.

The physician shifted in his place. “Your Majesty,” he cleared his throat, “you might need this.” He offered him an empty vial. “For the dragon’s tear.”

“Oh, right.” Kai shook his head. A warm and unfamiliar feeling deserted his heart as he pulled his eyes away from Conrad’s face. “Don’t worry. I’ll make him cry a river.”

The physician inspected him with clever eyes. “They keep gossiping about a change in our cold but just Prince Sebastian.”

Oh, no, Kai groaned internally, not this again.

“But it was foretold,” the old man added, “that love would do that to our protector.”

Love? Even this old dude thought he was in love with Conrad?

“What change? I have no idea what you’re talking about, man.” He used a harsher voice than usual to stop the physician from talking nonsense.

“Forgive an old fool, Your Majesty.” The physician cowered and looked down.

Well, even to his ears, he sounded like a total prick. Everyone was right to fear him. And since it served, he could use that to his advantage. But better not get used to it, Kai thought. If he were to re-write this story, he would do it his way.

* * *

Eventually, Tani had settled for walking between him and Milo after they got off the subway, so now she was chirping happily while swinging their arms around. Milo appeared to be quite fond of his sister. Could it be that he intended to marry her once she was of age?

The thought annoyed him. Tani was from a royal house, regardless of her manners that left plenty to be desired. He was still unsure of Milo’s position. He wasn’t a scholar and didn’t appear to have the sternness required by a knight’s education. Asking directly would be considered an affront, so it was another thing he had to figure out on his own.

That wasn’t all. Milo pledged loyalty to him. He belonged to him, Sebastian decided. And as someone who belonged to him, he should have known better than to try to use the attention lavished on him to get to the princess.

Tani’s hand was warm, clammy, and slightly unpleasant, but Sebastian held it tightly. He had never had siblings and not exactly a family either. At least, not one that resembled what everyone else had. He had been born into his role as the protector of the realm, and that left no room for unnecessary sentiments.

To begin with, sentiments were a bother. They fogged one’s mind and weakened the spirit. For that reason, he had to be careful around this family. They appeared to be prone to excessive emotions. Tani was too loud and joked about everything, and the mother worried too much about his wellbeing.

At least Milo appeared to be a lustful creature. Lust, he could understand. He saw its uses, and the sensation of elation that came with it succeeded where sentiments couldn’t. It cleared the mind. It strengthened the spirit.

“You’ll have to walk back home by yourself today,” Milo told Tani.

“Why? What are you two going to do?”

“Study,” Milo said in a deadpan voice.

“Study, right.” Tani snickered.

Sebastian couldn’t imagine what could be so funny about studying that his sister had to neigh like a horse at every mentioning of it.

“Yes, we will study,” he said sternly.

Tani disentangled her clammy hand from his and gave him a quick hug. “See you at home.” She dashed to a group of girls her age, dressed in the same fashion. The yard was full of young men and women between Tani’s age and his and Milo’s age. This system of education that involved so many youngsters flabbergasted Sebastian. He couldn’t imagine how someone could learn anything in that clamor.

Reminding himself that this strange world needed to have its rules obeyed, he followed Milo inside the building. They entered a class, and each one took a seat at an individual desk. Sebastian was all eyes and ears.

* * *

“Mr. Martin? Mr. Martin?” Someone shook him. He blinked and looked around.

“Dude, wake up,” Milo whispered.

Sebastian straightened up and stared around. Then he remembered that he was there to study. The lesson had been so unexciting, and the teacher’s voice so lulling that he had fallen asleep.

“Mr. Martin!” The teacher’s voice boomed.

She was an elderly woman dressed in clothes that looked fit as a home for moths.

Finally, he understood that she was calling for him. Her small owlish eyes were also set on him, which was another sign. “Yes?” he replied.

“Will you be so kind and come here?”

He stood up and walked to the blackboard on which symbols were written. Oh, yes, that was math, and he had learned new things last night. Apparently, they were a bit more advanced in the study of that topic in this world.

“Don’t just stand there. Solve the equation.” The teacher pointed at the symbols.

Sebastian turned and looked at them. Yes, he was starting to remember something. “X multiplied by –” he began.

“Here.” The teacher threw a piece of chalk at him.

Now, he recalled everything.

“For the record, Mr. Martin, if you fail to solve this, your grades are going to suffer quite a bit.”

“Suffer? Do you intend to torture them? How?” he asked, puzzled.

Soft snickers could be heard from the class.

“Ah, you think yourself smart, on top of everything.”

“I do not think myself smart. I am smart,” Sebastian replied, triggering another bout of laughter from the class.

The teacher’s owlish eyes grew wide. “Then prove it.” She tapped against the table with her knuckles.

He turned toward the blackboard. Yes, he remembered this quite well. His hand began to dance on the surface. Math had been one of the many topics he had been taught while growing up. And he enjoyed a challenge.

The entire class fell silent, and it appeared that everyone was scribbling on their papers. The teacher tapped her foot while watching him. She looked a bit like a witch. Maybe she was there to test him.

Very well. He would not falter. And it was good that finally, everyone was silent.

He finished and turned toward the teacher. She was staring at him in disbelief. “Where have you been all these years of high school, Mr. Martin?”

Oh, it was a question meant to catch him in a tangle of lies. Maybe she wanted him to deny his true nature. But he had always faced witches without running or hiding. “I’ve been fighting monsters and protecting the land,” he said proudly, squaring his shoulders.

This time, the class erupted. Sebastian couldn’t fathom why they reacted as if he were some jester brought there for their entertainment.

“Go back to your place!” The teacher yelled, now red in the face. “And stop being a smartass!”

A smartass? What did his behind have to do with his intellect?

“Dude,” Milo whispered at him from his right, “what was that all about?”

Maybe his decision to answer honestly had been wrong. “I just said it in jest,” he told Milo, also in a whisper.

“In what?” Milo leaned toward him more, unable to hear him over the commotion in the room.

“Mr. Bennett, stop talking to Mr. Martin! Quiet, everyone!”

She slammed her palm against her desk. Everyone fell silent.

So, Sebastian found himself saying out loud, “What a witch!”, rightfully impressed by her ability to steal everyone’s ability to speak.

“That’s it, Mr. Martin! I don’t care that you appear to have turned into a math genius overnight! You’re going straight to detention after classes!”

“Am I to be jailed?” he asked, utterly flabbergasted and forgetting that he was speaking in a too formal manner for a high school student. “What for?”

“For being a smartass!” the teacher yelled again.

Sebastian fell quiet. He didn’t have his magic, and this witch was sending him to jail. For the moment, he would accept his fate only so he could have a deeper understanding of what the curse wanted from him.

* * *

The ring of the bell announced the recess, and the witch left the room. Sebastian had a mind to go after her and provoke her, but he felt that he was too weak in this world to emerge victorious from such an encounter.

“Dude,” Milo started. “What the hell, man? You don’t just provoke Mrs. Marwin like that.”

If only he had realized that before ending up in jail. “Is she going to send guards after me?”

Any moment now, that would happen.

“No, man.” Milo snickered. “But it’s a bummer that you got detention. You won’t see me practice.”

“Or sweaty, and then naked, taking a shower,” Sebastian said matter-of-factly.

Milo blushed and punched him in the shoulder. “Dude, what the hell?” he mumbled.

Someone brushed his hair forcefully from the back to his face. Sebastian turned, in righteous outrage, only to be met by an ugly, pig-like face. The young man was large and smelled of grease. He pushed himself into Sebastian’s face. “Am I to be jailed?” he mocked in a high-pitched voice.

“I beg your pardon?” Sebastian ran his hands through his hair.

“Chet, cut it out, man,” Milo intervened.

“What?” the pig-faced young man asked. “I didn’t do anything. Stop protecting your girlfriend so much. What, he can’t defend himself or something?”

Sebastian noted the presence of two other boys, relatively as ugly as Chet, right behind him. He was about to open his mouth when Milo spoke again. “Chet, beat it. Or we’ll have a problem.”

“All right, man. Whatever.” Chet brushed by him on his way out, followed closely by the other two. “Fucking nerd,” he whispered.

What was that, a nerd? He had so many other questions to ask his phone. He took it out of his pocket, decided to learn the meaning of that word right away.

“Don’t mind them,” Milo said. “They’re just douchebags.”

“Who is your girlfriend?” Sebastian asked while typing quickly on his phone.

“Are you kidding me now? They’ve been teasing us since forever.”

“I’m not kidding,” Sebastian protested.

“You’re such a weirdo,” Milo said with affection, “but you’re my weirdo.” He took him by the shoulders. “Come, let’s stretch our legs a little.”

* * *

During the last period, Sebastian began to understand that he appeared to be doing a lot better in school than Kai Martin had used to. However, the curse seemed to involve graduating, and there was only one way to secure that, according to the teachers: study hard.

He was overly conscious of the curious eyes staring at him from all directions as the French words rolled off his tongue with ease. This teacher, unlike Mrs. Marwin, was much younger and had a pleasant demeanor. She appeared engrossed with him as they conversed, and for the entire duration of the class, she didn’t care about the other students. Maybe she was a good witch, and it would be advisable to have her on his side.

The dreaded time had come to be escorted to his cell. Milo had kindly informed him that he would only be in detention for two hours, so it wasn’t that hard a sentence. Of course, Sebastian had feared to ask him if any torture was involved, but he was bracing himself for the worse. As an enforcer of the law in his position as a prince, he understood that obeying the law was essential for his survival in this world.

He walked into a classroom not much different from the one he had just been in. Other boys and girls were there, apparently for the same reason. So far, this detention didn’t appear so bad.

He took place at a desk and waited patiently for the jailer to speak. The jailer was a man in his forties dressed up quite unconventionally. From what Sebastian could gather, he looked like a Physical Education teacher.

“All right,” he said. “Everyone, surrender your phones.”

Sebastian stood there, in stunned silence, as the others shuffled around and placed their phones inside a crate. No, that couldn’t be. “That’s not fair,” he said out loud. “My life depends on it!”

“Martin, it’s not often that I see your face in here. But now, please, hurry up, before you make your situation worse.”

Worse? Sebastian didn’t want to know what that meant. What could be worse than having his phone taken away from him?

With wooden moves, he walked over to the teacher’s desk and gave up his phone. He dragged his feet back. What would he do without his phone? It was his only way of understanding this strange world!

He sank into his seat and covered his face with his hands. He would have to find another way.

What a cruel and unusual punishment!

TBC

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It was Saturday, May 15, 2021, around 8:00 P.M. when I come over to Colin’s parent’s home while they were out of town with my parents for the weekend. I was bored and wanted to do something with my best friend Colin.

Colin and I have been best friends since 5th grade. We are now in our last semester of high school where we are on the men’s swim team and have been on the team all four years. We have the same birthday that is January 1 —-last January we turned 18. As the only children of our wealthy parents, we have been spoiled over and over. For example, they gave Colin and I a huge birthday party at their country club last January.

Colin and I do everything together including taking the same classes. We are as close as thieves. As next door neighbors, we pop in all the time and never knock  just like when one comes home after a day’s work or school.

We are almost like twins in looks. I have a tanned almost hairless swimmer’s body except for my light blond pubic hair and blond fuzz under my armpits along with blue eyes, very curly blond hair, weigh a slim 150 pounds, and stand 5 feet and 8-inches. When totally erect, I have a 7.5-inch cut cock with above average balls.

My buddy Colin also has a very smooth tanned swimmer’s body except for his peach light pubic hair and light fuzz under his arm pits. He stands 5 feet and 9-inches with strawberry blond hair with light streaks of reddish tone. He too has light blue eyes, weighs 155 pounds and wow an amazing 9.5-inch cut cock with a very thick girth like shaft for a normal sized dude.

We are always fooling around wrestling or dunking one another during swimming practice but neither of us has ever fooled around sexually with each other or anyone else, true virgins. But we have shared stories or notes of how often each of us masturbates but never together. We often talk about different ways to jack off that can cause a hard on.

I am a long distance swimmer while Colin is high platform diver. We are top performers on our swim team.

On Saturday night I decide to enter by the backdoor into the kitchen where I discover the leftovers of Colin’s dinner including a pizza box and Pepsi can. I assume Colin is up stairs in his room playing his favorite computer games. After climbing the stairs and walking down the hall toward Colin’s room, I notice his door is slightly open and oh fuck I hear my buddy moaning very loud like he must be masturbating that cause me to instantly become rock hard. Holy shit then I get the surprise of my life when I hear another male voice saying: “Hey dude, do you lime what you see, do you want to touch it? It want bite you, how about sucking my big dick?”

Then I hear Colin say: “FUCK YEA, LET ME SUCK IT.”

As I move very slowly and very quietly toward Colin’s door, I become so aroused and  instantly rock hard. OH MY GOD, am I about to witness my buddy who I thought was straight having man sex with some hot dude? I have known since I was younger that I am gay.

I am dressed only in a tight tank top, gym shorts and flip-flops. I am so sexually excited and yet very jealous that if my buddy is gay why would he make out with some one other than me, his best d. I was about to find out. I put my hand down the top of my gym shorts and begin to play with my rock hard cock. If they were getting it on, I was going to start masturbating in front of them to make my point of displeasure with Colin. Man was I hot. I continue to stand outside the door to listen for more action. Then I hear the mysterious male voice: “Hey dude, do you like my hard body, big balls and steel hard cock?” Colin is moaning and replies: “FUCK YEA, let me suck that big juicy leaking cock.”

I am so disappointed and hurt that my best friend in all the world is having sex with some slut dude that I cannot wait any longer. I slowly open Colin’s door and oh fuck Colin is alone with his naked body in front of the computer with his sexy legs and feet up on the computer table wildly masturbating that massive 9.5-inch dick with a shinny cock head oozing precum with his feet and legs up on the computer table, legs spread wide, his eyes glued to the screen watching hot naked porn star Calvin Banks doing a solo scene for his fans.

I was so happy that my buddy was alone and wow I had never been more horny or turned on. I need him. I slowly walk in and very quietly approach Colin until I put my hand on his shoulder while my gyms shorts were getting very wet. I scare him, he screams, puts his feet down, jumps up and turns to me with pure freight on his face. Who had caught him masturbating to gay porn?

I gave him a slight smile and say: “Man what are you doing?”

I had never seen Colin so scared as he begs: “WHAT THE FUCK. OH MY GOD, ITS YOU ZACH. OH I AM SO SORRY. DO YOU HATE ME LEARNING THAT I AM GAY? PLEASE DO NOT TELL ANYONE THAT I AM GAY.”

I flash a huge smile, wink at him, grab my best friend and hold him tight, start planting wet kisses on his red lips as we feel our rock hard cocks make contact filled with all that blood. I loose all control as I hump my sexy buddy who starts to hump back into me. The room is filled with moaning and rapid breathing. We are in pure lust.

Over come with animal desire for sex, Colin puts his hands under my tank top and plays with my rock hard nipples as we continue to wildly kiss. Soon Colin reaches under the top of my gym shorts, pulls them down and off as I get out of my flip-flops. With our stone hard cocks hitting together, Colin takes charge and pushes me on his bed on my back, spreads my legs far apart so he gets a great view of  my pink hairless ass, nuts and beating cock.

Colin lowers his sexy warm body on top of me as I feel the heat of our bodies melting together and our cocks red hot on each other. We kiss violently until Colin stops and says: “Oh my god Zach, we are both gay. Fuck I have wanted you for so long. I have masturbated so many times with the dream we were making love.”

With me still in my tank top, our kisses cause salvia to run down our chins and soak my tank top. The feel of our growing sweaty bodies rubbing against each other and our hormones off the chart,  we hump and reel all over the bed. The smell of man sex has us crazy for even more sex.  We hump, grind, and flop around as if we are in a hot wrestling match ready for a pin.

As we stare into each other’s blue lustful eyes, Colin blurts out: “OH MY GOD ZACH, this is so awesome. I love you. What do you want to do? Suck cock, rim ass or let me fuck you?”

From watching lots of gay porn, I say: “Hey Babe, lets get into a 69 and suck each other’s rock hard cocks. I want to feel and taste your giant cock in my mouth and feel your warm wet mouth on my dick. Then I want you to eat my ass and fuck me raw.”

We instantly move into a 69 position. I kiss the shinny precum leaking cock head of Colin’s giant tool and taste his precum. MMMMMMMMM, I love the taste. As I slowly swallow his leaking throbbing cock deep in my throat, I feel him put his lips on my aching cock and begin to swallow my dick until we both have those cocks all the way in out throats. I am shivering from sucking a cock and getting my cock sucked at the same time. OH MY GOD, feeling his huge cock beating in my throat as I feel his warm mouth devouring my pulsating dick, I am crazed with lust beyond words.  

I feel dizzy sucking my first cock and at the same time loving the feel of  his warm mouth on my hard cock. Mulching on a man’s cock, tasting his precum and having my buddy suck and taste my pecum was pure pleasure. We suck and suck until we are near orgasm.

We pull off those amazing cocks just in time not to come. I get on my back once again, spread my sweaty legs wide and feel Colin come down on my ass. He spits gobs of salvia all over my ass crack, kisses my ass lips, sucks hard on my puckering ass lips and then uses his tongue  to wildly plunge it as far as he can in my man pussy. I buck wildly like a wild animal. “OH COLIN, eat my pussy, don’t stop.” He rims my ass for the longest time as if he is a pro or porn star. He has learned so much watching hot porn stars rim ass.

Finally he stops eating me out ready for the big final act of fucking. Man was I ever ready to host that massive missile of his. He goes over to his desk and gets a bottle of lube he has when he masturbates. He gets down and pours gobs of that lube over my ass, uses fingers to drive that lube in me to make it easier for the fuck. He wets up his throbbing giant cock with some of the lube and is now ready for action. “HEY ZACH BABY, are you ready for my big virgin cock?”

“OH BABY USE THAT AWESOME BIG COCK TO FUCK THE HELL OUT OF MY ASS. MAKE ME YOUR BITCH AND MAKE ME SCREAM FROM FEELING THAT LOG IN MY VIRGIN ASS.”

I spread my legs as I feel Colin come down with his crotch and throbbing cock ready to stab me deep with his magic tool. He is so horny that he takes his hips and thrust forward with one huge thrust ripping me open as I take his entire cock in my pussy with one thrust. Man it is so big but I have never felt more pleasure as he begins to fuck my virgin ass hard and harder going deep in my ass. He discovers my prostate and bores his cock head across my gee spot making me wild and crazy as I beg him to fuck me harder. He wildly drives that log deep and almost all the way out and back in over and over, I feel his cock wetting my ass with oozing precum making my cock even more steel hard. I use my ass muscles to clap down hard on what I feel is his beating stone hard cock. This drives him into pure lust for my ass.

My ass muscles clamp down hard one more time that causes Colin to explode with blast after blast of his man seed deep in my man pussy. The feel of his wet cum pour into my ass sets me off as I unload a huge load of semen on my body that covers my tank top. When spent, Colin pulls out that still hard cock with a loud pop, runs his cum covered cock through all my cum on my tank top, moves up and has me suck it clean. Then we kiss and enjoy both of our protein cum. 

We cuddle for the longest time while smelling the cum, sweat and bodies. After awhile the cum has dried on us and on the sheets as his cum has poured out of my ass on to the bed. We shower and get ready for more sex later that night. We are horny and know we are now fuck buddies or I guess I will be his slut that we both think is cool. Of course we will continue to be best friends. We will have to go to the same universities, room together and fuck and fuck.

The patio wasn’t too full, but that didn’t stop me from people watching, one of my favorite past times. Where we were at, there’s tons of attractive people of both sexes (and sometimes of a sex I’m not sure I know). Even though this is a gay area, predominately, straight people come here, too. And that’s what makes it enjoyable: not only one kind of person. And there’s almost never any issues. Sometimes the lesbians argue, a gay guy is too forward with the ‘accidental touching’ and the straight chick thinks her man is checking out another chick. But normally, it’s all good.

Drink in hand, wondering why there’s not more people on the patio on such a gorgeous day, I hear a motorcycle. I love motorcycles. Not the big, blingy kind, but the crotch rocket kind. Something about their screeching, high revving engines, their shape and colors do it for me. Not to mention that almost always, the rider is a hot guy. Turning my head, I focus in on the noise, my eyes lock in on the yellow and purple bike. Gawdy, some would say. But I’ve never been much on allowing others to sway my opinion. Sometimes that works in my favor, other times, it doesn’t. Like with my ex. Everyone – and I mean everyone – told me to beware. But did I listen? Nope. And I suffered for it. And while six months seemed like a long time now, it was then. But that was months ago, and I’ve moved on – on with everything but my dating life. It’s not for the lack of trying. And I know I’m a good looking guy – a catch. But after six long months of emotional and financial abuse, well, it took its tollon my confidence.

Pity party over – back to the bike.

I watch it pull up in front of the patio where the bikes park. His muscular forearm twists the key and the bike dies. The rider swings his toned, hairy blonde leg over the seat and dismounts. Good so far, I thought. He must live close, riding a bike in that I thought. He reaches up and undoes and removes his helmet. Damn. Pretty boy for sure. Way, way, WAY out of my league, I thought. I mean I consider myself a solid eight but this guy… a 9½ for sure. He runs his fingers through his golden blonde hair, and it immediately falls into place. I watch him stride up the walkway to the hostess. They chat for a while before she directs him inside. Too bad, I thought. Then, they appear around from the corner. She sits him at the table next to me – at my one o’clock position. Alone.

I don’t mind drinking and/or dining alone. But this guy sure didn’t seem to care for it too much. He kept looking at his phone, presumably checking the time. With his back slightly angled to me, I studied his wide shoulders, my eyes making their way to his amazing legs once again. I wonder what woman would stand up this piece of meat!?!

After thirty minutes or so, I could see he’s getting annoyed. Uncharacteristically of me, I lean over.

“Nice bike, man” I said.

He turned, eyebrow arched. “Oh. Thanks” he says, his voice masculine and rumbled deep within me. His hazel eyes seemed to glitter in the shadow he cast, somehow.

“Waiting for someone?” I asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah. Blind date. I hate blind dates” he replied.

“God… I couldn’t agree more” I replied. “The question is, how long do you wait before you call them?” 

“The better question is” he started, turning his body around “is if you don’t want to meet, why do you agree to it in the first place?!?”

“Amen to that! I’m Tony, by the way.”

“Jim” he replied.

“Well, Jim, I’d wondered what kind of woman would be late to a date with a guy who owns such a cool bike?”

“The kind with a penis” he replied, smiling.

“Oh. My bad.” I offered. “But that’s even worse. Women… they don’t have a good sense of what’s good for them. But men – we know what we want.”

“Well, this one doesn’t it seems” he replied, checking his phone again.

“Obviously. Nor does he know what he’s missing” I said with a smile. Somehow, though this guy’s is out of my league, I’m working him like I did ‘back in the day’.

“Well, he’s got about five more minutes before I call it” he replied.

“Or… you could swing that chair around and we could, I don’t know, talk bikes?”

He smiled and seemed to think for a minute before he stood up, turned around, straddled his chair and pushed it to my table. “I’d like that” he said.

“What’s your pleasure?”

“Rum and coke” he said. I ordered two with the waitress and we started to talk.

We did talk bikes for a bit, then jobs and the typical things one talks about when they first meet someone. About ten minutes later, this stunning example of a man walks up to his table. If Jim’s a 9½, this guy’s a 40. I have never, ever, seen a man this attractive in my life. But, there was a sense of arrogance about him. I looked up at him, Joe turning around following my gaze. 

“I think you have company” I said in the process. Jim turned. “Hey. You Jim?” the man asked.

“Yeah. You Clayton?”

“Yeah. So what’s good here” Clayton said, sitting down while I looked on, wide eyed.

“So, Clayton” Jim says looking at his phone. “Were we supposed to be here at six or seven?”

“Six.”

“Well, it’s five after seven now” Jim said.

“Yeah, but…” Clayton said, moving his hands up and down his own body “… you don’t mind waiting for this, right?” Clayton smiled.

“Actually…” Jim started. “…it’s rude to be late and not call or text.”

Clayton leaned in. “What do you say we get out of here and I’ll make it up to you?”

Jim leaned in close to Clayton. “What do you say you go home. Alone.” Clayton sat back looking confused. He looked at me, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. “Fuck you, man!” Clayton shouted. 

“Not a chance. I’m having a good time with my friend here. No need for a third wheel. Bah-bye!” Jim said turning around to me. I was dumfounded. But Clayton, well, he was stupefied. I don’t think that boy has ever had someone say ‘no’ to him in his life. He stormed out, Jim not batting an eye. As Clayton walked down the walk, he glared at Jim. Jim paid him no mind.

When Clayton was far enough away, I busted out laughing. 

“Was that your date?!?” I asked.

“Such as it was.”

“I’ve never had a blind date like that before!”

“It’s not the first time something like that’s happened to me before” he said.

“Wow. Um… well… ok then. I don’t know what to say to all that!”

Jim stood up and turned his chair around properly. “Care for something to eat?”

“Uh. Yeah. Sure man!” I flagged down the server. We ordered some food and we talked. And talked. And talked. I didn’t even notice the sun setting until the late night chill enveloped us.

“Damn, Jim. It’s late” I said.

He looked at his phone. “Shit. It is!”

“I didn’t notice how late it was” I said.

“Me either. But that happens when you’re enjoying your company.”

I felt my cheeks blush, luckily, I was in the shadow of the building.

“I guess I should call it a night. I’ve been at this table far too long.”

“Yeah I should get, too” he said. We signaled for the bill. Once dropped I reached for it, but Jim grabbed it. 

“It’s on me” he said.

“No no no… I can’t let you do that” I said.

“It’s fine. You can pay next time” he said with a smile.

“Next time?”

“Well, if you want. I guess I shouldn’t assume. I’ll just call the server back over here and….” he started to wave his hand.

“No. No no! I’ll pay. Next time.”

After paying the bill, Jim asked me if I wanted a ride on his bike around the block. I’d be a bad gay if I said no. We jumped on and I wrapped my arms around his chest. It felt good, being wrapped around a masculine, nice guy and feeling the vibrations coming up through the seat. We pulled out and turned right. “Hold on tight” he yelled. I vice gripped him and he leaned down, pulling my body with his and nailed the throttle for short time. We rode around the block and when we got back to the restaurant, I was a hard as a rock.

He took his helmet off and turned to me. 

“How was that?”

“Great. But I think I need to sit here for a minute” I said. He laughed.

“Yeah, I could tell you were very ‘happy’ back there” he said with a smile.

“Sorry. The vibrations, the speed… the guy… makes it, well, hard, not to get hard.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I get that! Say, you have any plans tonight?”

“Just go home and crash on the couch. You?”

“None. Care to keep me company for a bit?”

“I don’t know… what are your intentions?” I asked with a smile.

“Nothing nefarious, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Then what’s the point?” He laughed. “Sure. I’ll follow you?”

“Yes sir!”

“Oh, the talk is already starting?!?” I joked. He motioned for me to come closer. I leaned in. “You just wait” he said, his voice seeming to growl.

I raised my eyebrows and smiled.

“Try to keep up!” he said as I walked across the street to the parking lot. I paid and pulled out and got behind Jim. Nervously I followed him, wondering what I just got myself into. 

Arriving at his place, I parked as he backed the bike into the garage. I followed him into his apartment, noticing his rather remarkable derriere. Once into his place, I noticed how immaculate it was: clean, not cluttered – it even smelled good. What’s more of a turn on than a hot guy on a bike? A hot guy on a bike that’s clean and doesn’t live in squalor! 

“Have a seat – you like something to drink?”

“Water would be great. I already reached my limit for tonight, otherwise” I replied.

“Damn” he said as he opened a bottle. “I was hoping to get you drunk and take advantage of you.”

“I need to be sober to collect my money afterwards” I replied with a smile. He clicked bottles of water in a ‘cheers’ moment.

“Nice place. So clean.”

“Thanks. I’m almost a clean freak” he replied. “Everything has a place….”

“And everything in its place” I replied, completing the saying.

“Damn. I think I’m in love” he replied. “A man after my own heart.”

“Well, maybe not your heart just yet” I said with a wink. “That’ll come later. Perhaps.”

“I like the way you think, Tony” he said, sitting down next to me.

“You cracked me up earlier tonight. With Clayton” I said.

“Man. That guy… who the hell does he think he is?”

“Someone that always gets his way, I guess.”

“Good looks can cause you to think that” he said.

“Oh. Was he attractive? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Bullshit” Jim said with a laugh. “He was perfectly. Physically, anyway.”

“Well. I was too busy admiring present company to notice.”

“Oh boy. You’re really layin’ it on tonight!”

“I try” I replied. “Is it working?”

He leaned over and kissed me gently. “You tell me.” This was the closest we’ve been to each other all night when there wasn’t wind whipping around us. He smelled so good. His lips soft yet determined. Even though it was a quick-ish kiss, I can still feel his stubble on my clean shaven face.

“Hmmmm. I’m not sure. Maybe I need… something more…” I replied and, placing my bottle down, leaned over and kissed him. My tongue parted his lips and explored his mouth as he slowly fell back, bring me along with him. Now on top of him, I pulled back, bracing myself on the couch cushions.

“Mmm… Yeah. It’s definitely working” I said. 

“Is that your phone in your pocket or are you really glad to be here?” he asked.

“Both, actually.”

“You ass – you really know how to ruin a moment” he said laughing.

“You’re in no position to name call, mister man.”

“Oh really?” he asked. “What are you gonna’ do about it?”

“Well, I’m your guest, so not a whole lot” I replied.

“Ah. Too bad!” he whimpered. “I could use a little bit of ‘something’.”

“Well,” I said, looking up to the bedroom. “Let’s go in there and I’ll ‘something’ the hell out of ya’!” 

He kissed me, and rose up, pushing me along with him. 

“I’m game. And I can tell you are, too” he said.

“Am I that transparent?” I asked.

“No. But I could feel your dick pressing against me. So, it was pretty obvious” he replied.

“Ouch. Talk about ruining a moment!” I replied standing up, stretching in such a way as to make it quite obvious.

“Well well well. Look at Mr. Tony” he said as he reached up and rubbed me. I’ve been touched by guys before. Many guys, actually. But something about his touch – his eagerness mixed with trepidation – sent shivers up my spine.

“You know” he said as he continued rubbing me. “There’s not much I enjoy more than a good bike ride.” He squeezed my hardness firmly. “But there are a couple kids of rides I enjoy more.”

“Boy, you’d better get me into that bedroom before I mess up your clean living room” I replied. He pushed me back, stood up, reached down, grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it on the floor.

“Oh. Dirty boy!” I whispered as he ran his hands through his hair, where it, somehow, returned to perfection. My eyes took him all in. His beautiful eyes hiding behind long lashes, down his perfect, Roman-like nose, his beard catching my eyes, pulling them along his strong jawline to his ears that seemed to stick out a bit more than normal. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. It was so soft and wispy. I cupped his ear, then slide my finger down the side of his neck until I met his neck stubble. I then pulled my finger along his shoulders. They were broad and manly. I curved my hand around his shoulder and moved down, feeling his triceps. I noticed a tuft of blonde hair sticking out from under his arm. I love a man that is manly like this, I thought as I felt my dick swell to almost hurting. I traced my finger over his bicep, spending a bit of time at his pit hair before palming his pec. Raising my left hand, I mirrored what my right hand was doing, moving across his pec, feeling an increase of fuzz as it turned into more coarse, dark blond hair in the middle of his chest – just enough to say “I’m no longer a boy” but not as much to say “I have to shave it all off”. 

I listened to my hand scrap along his skin felling his heart beat hard and faster underneath, his chest hair crinkling slightly as my hands move. Once they met in the middle, my left hand remained there while I moved my right hand down, felling an almost immediate decrease of fuzz – only smooth skin as his chest rose and fell with his breaths. Slowly I ran my hand along his left side, feeling a bit of ribbing before moving along to his smooth, yet muscular back.

The whole time I’m doing this, I’m watching his face. His eyes closed, his head slightly angled back with a broad smile on his face. Taking advantage of our positions, I leaned down and kissed his chest lightly. He moaned as I moved to his left, kissing ever so slightly. He gasped as my chin scratched across his hair surrounded nipple. Instinctively, he raised his arm, exposing his glorious mound of unruly, blonde underarm hair. I buried my face in it, enjoying his slightly musky smell and how the hair tickled my nose. I bathed his pit with my tongue, causing him to groan. 

Moving down his side, he twitched and squirmed as my lips and chin tickled him, but I held him tight, not letting pull away too much. Using my teeth, I bit and chewed at his waist band of his shorts and I moved my way around to the front. In doing so, I pulled my left hand down the center of his body, enjoying the hair covered areas as much as the smooth areas, as I searched for the front of his shorts. The increasing coverage of hair made me know I was getting closer to my target zone.

Once at his navel, I twirled the hairs that surrounded it as I kissed my way around to the front while clasping his ass. It was a nice as it looked walking into his place, I thought.

“God this feels so good!” he mustered.

“I glad you like it” I replied.

“I’ve never had someone be so… gentle and… sensual before.”

“Ah, well then, you’ve been missing out” I replied as I freed the button from his shorts.

Once the button popped open, I felt his hands on my head, grabbing two hand fulls of hair firmly. He started to push my head down. Like I needed encouragement! But I let him think he as in control. He widened his stance, allowing his shorts to fall to the ground, exposing his yellow boxer briefs. I laughed inside. What a weird color choice, I thought. But I didn’t care about the underwear. I wanted to know what was underneath. And, judging by his pressing force on my head, he wanted me to find out as well.

I ran my hands up the outside of his hairy thighs, to his ass cheeks. I could feel his hardness pressing against my chest. Once there, I slipped my finger into the waist band and pulled my hands around forward, feeling an increasing amount of soft hair. Slowly, I pulled the front down, uncovering an enormous amount of blonde, trimmed pubic hair. I leaned in and inhaled, taking in his scent. It was a bit muskier than his pits, but still delightful. I eased back as I pulled the shorts down further. From his mound of blonde hair, I saw skin. Then more. Then more. Until his dick sprung out and up like a jack-n-the-box, slapping his skin. 

I studied how hard it looked – how it pulsed with each heartbeat; blood flow making it grow and grow. His length was very average, but he was about average in thickness. The cut skin under the head seemed to bunch up a bit more than I expected, but his head flared out nicely. Once he was out, he twirled his hands in my hair gently, never forcing me to go anywhere I wasn’t comfortable going. I leaned in and licked the underside of his cock, from base to head, causing it to bounce with excitement. He groaned deeply and I pulled his shorts down to his knees. I sat back and admired God’s handiwork. Before me stood a mostly nude, god-like specimen. I watched his hairy chest and mostly smooth stomach rise and fall as he breathed. His alert and ready-to-go cock arching up to his stomach and his hairy nuts hanging low and full. 

“Damn” I muttered.

“What?” 

“I never thought you’d be this… perfect” I replied as I leaned in and, grabbing the base of his cock, pointed it to my mouth and slowly took it in. I wrapped my lips around that flared head and moaned as his precum coated my tongue, sweet and thick. I rolled it around his head with my tongue, making sure to get it all before I took more of him inside. With a firm grip of my lips, I pushed down slowly. I felt his thighs tense up as I reached under and grabbed his balls, rolling them around my right hand. With my left hand, I slid around his fuzzy thigh onto his fuzzier cheek until I found his warm, hair covered crack. As I dropped my mouth down, taking more and more of him, I also slide my finger into his hairy crevasse, searching diligently for my goal. 

I snaked his pole into my mouth – his width being more than it looked originally – as my finger found his tight end. Like a seasoned veteran, he unclenched his cheeks, allowing me access to his most personal of regions. My finger met his pucker. It was hot and somewhat moist. I pushed in slightly as my nose pressed against his trimmed pubes. He big head pushed against the roof of my mouth as I worked my finger in deeper, pushing aside any resistance he tried to muster.

As my finger pushed in deeper, his legs began to shake. He whimpered like a scolded dog as he rose to the balls of his feet. Not letting go of his dick or ass, I rose with him as I pushed in more and deeper. When he inhaled sharply, I knew I hit what I was looking for. Keeping my finger locked in place, I pulled back off of him, stopping as my lips surrounded his flaring, my tongue circling his head vigorously before pushing back down again. All the time, I massaged his prostrate and he moaned, groaned, his breathing increasing in frequency and volume. 

With my other hand, I grabbed the base of his cock and held it firmly. I twisted his well lubed shaft as I slid my head up and down his pole while circling his internal organ.

“Oh god! Stop!” he cried as he pulled my hair back, trying to stave off my oral attack. But I was in control. I shook off his half assed attempt at stopping me. Showing him I was boss, I stuck in another finger in his now hairy and wet hole. He half screamed half gasped as finger number two impaled him. Damn, his hole is tight, I thought as I worked my main finger back to his organ, stretching him further with the second. 

“God. Fuck. Damn. Fuck fuck fuck” is all he could muster. I wondered if he’d disturb the neighbors as I continued my onslaught on sucking and twisting his cock and teasing his hole. It’s amazing how a perfectly handsome and hot young man – so perfectly groomed and considerate, now turned into a whore once a bit of pressure is applied in the right places!

His previously hairy sack that was slapping my chin had pulled up inside of him and I felt his chute twitch and I knew what was happening. I pulled back, keeping only his head in my mouth and looked up, past his slightly fuzzy belly and pecs, to his face. His handsome face, perfect skin and completion, was now contorted and blood red. His nostrils flared as I encircled his ultra-sensitive head with my tongue, trying to keep up with the amount of precum that had been gushing out of his one eyed monster for the last couple of minutes. “Please… stop!” he cried. I growled deeply sending vibrations through his member. He inhaled deeply as the flood gates opened. 

The first two globs of thick white man juice coated the roof of my mouth as he screamed. His chute clamped down on my finger with each shot. He threw his head back and shoved himself as far in my mouth as he could, continuing to send male spackle deep into my throat. My own dick, which had soaked through my shorts, erupted, squeezing my own juice through two lawyers of clothing. My legs were numb, and I wanted to stand up and get blood flowing but I didn’t want to interrupt Jim’s intense orgasm.

As he strained up on the balls of his feet, the last few volleys of Jim seed shot out of his cock, his body shook. Catching those last shots on my tongue, I pushed back down onto him, swirling his natural lube around his shaft, coating every last inch of it. He jerked and shook and twitched and squirmed, trying to push me off but I had him in two different areas and I wasn’t about to let go quite yet, as I was still cumming in my own shorts.

Finally, his convulsing hole pushed my tortured fingers out, allowing me to lose my grip on him. He fell down on the couch, his dick flinging semen up against his stomach in the process as it popped out of my mouth with a loud ‘snick’ sound. As he collapsed on the couch, his chest heaving like he just ran a marathon, I swirled the last bit of sperm around in my mouth, savoring it sweet taste, as I watched him laying there, eyes closed, naked, his body still spasming occasionally. 

He opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling for a few seconds, then back down to me and smiled.

“Holy mother of god, man!” he said hoarsely, causing him to swallow hard. “I’ve never had anything like that before!”

I smiled, not saying anything.

“Cat got that fabulous tongue of yours?” he asked. I shook my head no. Then swallowed.

“Oh!” he replied, laughing. “Mouth full?”

“And then some” I replied, wiping my lips.

“God man. That was. Like. The best thing ever. Where did you learn that?” he asked

“Let’s just say, my last relationship wasn’t totally worthless!”

“Well, God bless your ex. Damn almighty!”

I stood up to sit next to him. He noticed the mess in my shorts.

“Did you… cum?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Just from that?!?!”

I laughed. “Yeah. That surprise you?”

“Kinda’. I’ve never been with someone who could cum from sucking a cock.”

“Well, then you weren’t with anyone really good at it” I replied.

“That’s no lie!” He looked over at the immense wet spot on my shorts. “You’re a mess, man.”

“That’s no lie” I replied, mirroring his previous comment.

“Maybe you should take a shower?”

“Nah. I don’t want to clean up only to put this dirtiness back on to go home.”

“Who said you’re going home tonight?” I looked at him. His beautiful eyes, the few beads of sweat on his forehead, his still perfect hair – seriously, how the hell does your hair stay so perfect, I wondered to myself?

“Oh. You’re inviting me to stay the night?”

“I’m not forcing you. But if you’d like to, then, I’d like you to as well” he said with puppy dog eyes.

“I make a mean breakfast” he offered.

“What’s your specialty?”

“What ever Bob Evan’s has on the menu” he replied with a smirk. I looked at his perfect body sitting next to me – how it mirrored his perfect hair.

“My favorite!” I replied. He laid his head on my shoulder, his perfect hair brushing against my cheek. I placed my arm around him, feeling his smooth skin. 

This must be what Heaven is like, I thought.

Steve had been living together for a year before I met Roger. Steve was a total homebody. He liked that I cleaned cooked and enjoyed doing laundry. He also liked my cock in his mouth and ass. Steve was a guys guy. You wouldn’t guess he was gay unless you saw him for yourself in action. He was a horny boy and couldn’t get enough cock. He greeted me everyday on his knees. I got home an hour before him and like clockwork, he’d come home and went right into the kitchen. Without a hello or kiss, he’d pull down my pants and suck me off. He was the best cocksucker I ever had. I haven’t seen my own cum in a year because it’s in his stomach via his throat or ass. 

We grew into a routine of blowjob, dinner, TV, fuck and sleep. Some nights I didn’t even want to but Steve got what Steve wanted. Well Sammy, me, had forgotten what he wanted sexually. I was living in Steve’s world.

Roger appeared that night with Steve. About an hour earlier Steve called to let me know his friend was alone tonight and was coming for dinner. I always cooked extra so it wasn’t a big deal. When I saw him for the first time, Roger was beautiful. He was 6”6’, very dark skinned and so muscular his arms were bulging out of his large T-shirt. His shirt wasn’t tight but as the fabric lay against him you could see every muscle in his body. Steve introduced us and his mischievous smile sent tingles through my body. Steve asked Roger to sit down and flipped on the TV. He excused us and pulled me into the bathroom with him. As usual, Steve pulled my pants down and started sucking my cock. I asked Steve if he ever saw Rogers dick in the bathroom at work. He sucked harder. “Oh, you have. You fucking pig. Does he have a big black cock that you want to suck or have you already sucked it?” As Steve nodded no he swallowed me whole and held his head. He wanted him. As I kept taunting Steve about Roger, I got more and more turned on. Finally I shot a huge load he couldn’t handle. Cum ran down his chin and onto the floor. As Steve pulled away to cough, I shot one more load in his hair, face and right eye. Steve looked up and said “I guess I’m not the only one turned on by Roger.” I asked Steve if we were doing this? He jumped up and said “let’s just see what happens.”

The night ended up very harmless. Roger was very attentive and a good conversationalist but it became clear quickly that he was there for dinner. As the night wore on, Steve got impatient and touched his leg. Roger pulled away and made a joke about Steve drinking too much wine.” Roger said he had to go. “Work tomorrow.” Steve reminded him he had a lottery ticket for him in his work pants pocket and excused himself to the bathroom. Instantly Roger grabbed my leg, winked and licked his beautiful lips. I got hard at his touch. He knew it. He removed his hand and winked again. When Steve came back Roger stood and turned to my face where I could see his full package bulging for me as he took the ticket. As he turned to leave, he winked again and smiled.

Well nothing happened with Roger but I pulled Steve down to the floor and grabbed a pillow from the sofa to arch his ass up. I spit once on his hole and shoved my cock into him hard. His ass tightened as he resisted a little but I knew he would get wet in a minute and he did. I loved those few seconds of friction before his wet slime would help us glide easy. I pumped him about ten times before cuming deep inside him. Normally that would be that but tonight I got down and ate his ass and my load as Steve loosened and it flooded out of him. We fuck three times on the floor that night. Funny because I didn’t really fuck much before Steve. I was the one who got fucked but Steve wasn’t interested. Honestly, this was easier. We fell asleep there until 2am. We mumbled about Rodger as we got up to a dirty table and bed.

The next morning was hectic with cleaning and dressing for work. Last night was fun but today we were back to our routine. I’d arrive home at 7. Steve would follow at 8.

The day passed as usual. I parked my car in the school lot near our house. The lot we both park in for free every night as long as we are out by 7am. I left my car and although it was dark, I headed for the shortcut through the bushes closest to our house. As I pushed in, a hand grabbed mine.  I turned and saw Roger. He smiled and pushed me to the ground. As I protested he said “shut up. You won’t yell because I know you want it”. I didn’t say a word. In a minute I was face down in leaves and dirt as Roger pulled my pants down. Roger reached down to be sure I was hard and he wasn’t surprised. Just like l did to Steve last night, I heard a spit and felt it splash on my asshole before I felt pressure  pushing against me. Then it stopped. Just before he entered he stopped. Roger said  “if you want it white boy push back”. I didn’t. I wanted to but I didn’t. Suddenly I felt like a baseball bat was shoved up my ass in one push. I gasped and adjusted to his enormous size. Just at the right time, Roger fucked me and fucked me hard. He was quiet but on a mission. With steady pumps he had me moaning and begging for more. As I started to jerk off, he stoped. He pulled me up and slapped his cock on my dirty face making mud. For the first time I could see it, huge, thick and dripping precum. He said “I knew you wanted this last night but Roger would have demanded all the attention. I want you. Now take my big black cock down throat. I opened my mouth as he tried to shove it down my throat. I coughed and spit out the dirt that was on it from my face. When it was smooth I gagged on his girth and length as I tried to take as much as I could. “ He threw me back down and onto my back he entered me in one push. As I opened my mouth he spit into it and in my face. He said “you’re a real whore to fuck your boyfriends buddy in the bushes. He’ll be right here in a while. We cut through last night. He told me you both do. That’s how I found you.” He kissed me. Stood up and pulled his pants up to leave. 

“Wait! Where are you going. We’re not done.” He walked away. I said “wait.” He said “tell me you want me to fuck you.” I did. He walk further. He said louder. “ I screamed “fuck me hard now”. He ran over as I got on all fours and he fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked. We had little time and I heard the moans start and we both came for a good minute. Me, into the dirt. Roger, in my ass. Just as quickly as last time he pulled out, pulled up and left me in the dirt panting and dripping cum. I looked at my watch, 7:45.  I pulled my pants up and ran. 

I showered quickly, boiled hotdogs and opened a can of beans. Fortunately Steve loved a comfort food night. As the door opened. I was finished. Steve came in. Kissed me and grabbed my pants. As he sucked my cock he asked “What’s for dinner? I told him. He said to put it away. “We’re going to dinner. You just won me $500 from Roger.” He looked up and said “he told me what a pig and whore you were. Did you like that?” At that moment I exploded all over Steve’s face. I knelt down and shared my cum with him in long wet kisses. He said “surprise! Happy Birthday.” I said “my Birthday is next month.” He said “next month it wouldn’t be a surprise”. We laughed as he said. “Let’s eat and you can give me the blow blow on how you fucked him. He said you were brutal, just destroyed his ass.”  “Oh ahhh yea Steve. I did. He loved it.  He loved taking me inside him.  I’ll tell you all about it after dinner.”

They fucked for hours that night as Sammy gave Steve every detail “he” wanted to hear.  Steve said “next time, my turn but Roger’s a bottom. Probably won’t work.” I told Steve, “well, you never know Steve. Maybe he’d try.”

Find my guts

I attended The Sailor’s Dream now every night and I used to see Leroy and Patrick’s shows. I really started a habit now of sleeping with Leroy as a regular fuck buddy, but only for fucking so far.

One night, after the show, and since Leroy knew I wanted to know Patrick, he diplomatically left us alone in a bar where the three of us had gone but finally he stood up and left, saying he had some things to do. Alone with Patrick, I was nervous and didn’t know what to tell him. But he was first to speak.

-So, Leroy has told me that you are his new fuck buddy, isn’t it? I’m sorry if I’ve just said the wrong thing. Maybe you don’t want to talk about this.

-I’ve always been very sincere, Patrick. Well, I don’t know what my future sexual life will be, but it’s true I love fucking with Leroy and even sleeping with him some days, but so far I don’t wanna go further.

-Well, let me introduce myself properly. My real name is Patricio Maceda. But when I came to this country, I told everybody my name is Patrick, for I thought that would be easier to pronounce. Call me the way you prefer.

-I’ll call you Patricio then. Look, Patricio, your shows are really arousing and you’re a hot boy too. If something Leroy has taught me is that it’s easier with a boy, so I’ll tell you one thing and you can send me to hell or agree –I smiled. I’d like to fuck with you, now you know.

-You’re really sexy, Conrad; I’m sure Leroy has already told you. Good, my house is just around the corner from The Gilded Palace. If you accompany me now, we could fuck.

In just five minutes we were in Patricio’s house, larger and full with furniture. As I had done with Leroy I first kissed that boy’s lips. I also liked it, but maybe it was that I was used to kissing my fuck buddy Leroy, his lips didn’t seem so scrumptious to me now. Then we stripped. I already knew I wanted to see boys taking off their clothes and seeing them naked and Patrick also had a sexy body. But again I was so used to Leroy’s vintage body that all the time I was with Patricio, whom I really enjoyed too, I missed him. With him I was learning to miss a boy.

Then I asked him to fuck me. With his also long dick, I started to be convinced that the sexual act I preferred was not fucking cunts, but to have a dick up my ass. I was not a bottom though, I also loved fucking boys, but now I focused on the fun of a new dick in my ass. Again the pleasure was supreme. Even if Patrick was not as sexy as Leroy, I don’t wanna be unfair with him; he also fucked splendidly and I knew for sure I’d like him to fuck me more often, since Leroy and me were not a couple and could fuck with whomever we wanted. Soon Patricio also started to kiss me and touch me and I started to again feel the ecstasy of sodomy, my favourite sexual act now. I was again boisterous before I came; Leroy loved my yells; now I hoped Patricio loved them too. A big explosion of jizz in my ass and again my dick went crazy and I spilled a huge lake of semen onto the floor, which made him sure I had really enjoyed.

Of course now he asked me to fuck him. His hot ass was asking me and I also wanted to enter it. Some foreplay before, for I also wanted to touch it and stick my tongue in previously and as I heard him moan awaiting my dick, I did not prolong his wait and instantly I attacked and guessing he’d been sufficiently fucked before, I certainly pushed my cock in viciously and he screamed in pain but thanked me and urged me to fuck him that way. It was a long time since Leroy had fucked him that painfully and he loved feeling some violence in his ass. I understood him for I felt something really similar and I enjoyed Leroy’s fucks better, the more painfully he shagged me.

Once again, I felt the thrill of being top, of fucking a boy, of drilling a hot ass. I was clearly versatile and I loved fucking asses, something that with girls I’d never done, I’ll never do. So I was enjoying a different boy. I was somewhat shy to admit that it was boys the only thing I needed. I should have a serious meditation one day. But one thing was clear: I was increasingly sure I loved sodomy. It was ten minutes surrounded by constant shouts, our bodies dancing together and rubbing, mixing the senses of smell with the sweat we were spilling and that of hearing with the erotic sounds a boy can utter, really arousing. And it was a quarter of an hour later that I came inside Patricio and he blasted a new load onto the floor, really excited. We kissed passionately and had dinner and got to know each other a bit better. But I didn’t stay to sleep. Maybe it was cause I was used to sleeping next to Leroy’s body and I didn’t want to share one other boy’s sheets.

The next day, after a long meditation about myself, I returned to Leroy’s house. We fucked each other first before going to dinner. Once eating, he asked me about Patrick.

-Patricio –I told him- is a hot boy too. If it’s not a problem for you, I’d like to often fuck with him.

-We’re not a couple, Conrad, and even if we were, you could fuck with as many boys and girls you could hook up. Fidelity’s the same for me.

Once in bed and after a long foreplay, I took his dick by surprise and stuck it in my mouth and began to suck.

-Are you sure about this? –he asked me.

-I know I should find my guts to try everything with a boy, Leroy and see if I like it. Maybe what I need in life is having a boy as a partner, but first I must know everything. Your dick has a wonderful taste, by the way.

So I was in no hurry licking Leroy’s virility like a tasty lollipop and having always thought I would not like the taste of a dick, now I was greatly surprised I did really enjoy it. Maybe the thought that it was Leroy’s cock, the one which had so often fucked me, gave it a more scrumptious taste. No more doubts: after now, I’d do everything in gay sex and mainly with Leroy. I didn’t feel love and that’s why I didn’t go further with him that night, but I loved making discoveries about myself. Leroy yelled telling me I was being so good that he would have to cum, but it had been ten wonderful minutes. And of course, as I was expecting, now it was him that took a suitable position to give me a blowjob.

He told me when he started that he had been eagerly waiting to finally know the savour of my dick but he never did it because he knew I would be uncomfortable for I didn’t want blowjobs. But now he could finally do it and he had the intention of driving me crazy. In fact I was sure with the motions of that wonderful tongue that was the first day I knew what a blowjob is. So far girls had taken my cock in their mouths but that was all. So good Leroy was treating my shaft that I came unexpectedly but he told me now he would give me many more blowjobs since he was sure I also wanted to suck his cock more times. Now we decided to fuck again in bed, so horny we were. And after fucking each other, we finally decided it was time to sleep.

Just the next day, i felt i had to speak with Leroy in earnest. We were having a drink together before going again to his house, when i told him.

-Leroy, maybe i will tell you nonsense now. But i increasingly feel i have to find my guts. You know i dared climb Mount Everest but i need something now and i thought it was just giving you blowjobs, but it isn’t that. The guts i need are for accepting that i also like boys and after now i’ll always need them. And i must have guts to consider that i could maybe want to live with one. Maybe you don’t feel the same but i have a feeling that… a feeling that –I could not say it, shit! But he encouraged me to utter it-… a feeling that i love you. Well, there you are now.

But i wasn’t expecting his answer.

-I’ve loved you for more tan a month now, Conrad. It’s just that i didn’t wanna tell you anything, believing it would be imposible. So, what now? We love each other, so what?

-I think i’ve finally found the real guts i needed. I wanna share my life with you, Leroy, my love. No girls are necessary now, just you.

-And Patricio, or any other boy you want to fuck with, or any girl. Sex is not important for me, so you can have it with anyone you know, as far as you only love me.

-And i say the same, Leroy. You can keep on having sex with anyone you like and continue your job in the erotic shows.

-And if one day you lost your job, you could work in The Gilded Palace with me, with Patrick, with one other boy, whatever you want.

So that’s how we started living together. I love him and i know i need no girls now, though sometimes either of us cheat each other with one or with another boy. Sex with Patricio we don’t consider cheating. He’s a fuck buddy for both. I have never had the need to work in their erotic shows for i’m still a journalist, now never accepting Jobs abroad to always be with my boy. And every time we fuck, our love increases and we fuck with our dicks and asses of course but we can’t take our eyes of each other’s eyes.

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

Tony restocked the liquor cabinet, Gin, Scotch, Gand Marnier, Chardonnay, Champagne. He made sure the glasses sparkled, stirrers, napkins…Chris stopped at the new yuppie cheese store on Shawmut to pick up his order. It features a new creamy Brie he loves, along with his other favorite cheeses. This Brie is to be eaten on a particular soft but salty cracker, not rolled in dough with red pepper jam and baked. For that he’ll use the cheap stuff. It was their week to host the Saturday night dinner party. 

For 25 years they met every few weeks for dinner and drinks. The night varied over time, breakups and new partners filtered in and out. Sometimes, original friends were dropped for their more interesting ex’s.  Predictably, the party itself changed over time. In the early years, mostly single friends met for cocktails and light snacks before they went to the clubs. Then as they coupled up, big meals with too much booze and wine would flow like water.  Now with the same group, dessert is added to the menu, “life’s too short so let’s enjoy it!” Still, sometimes they end the night at the Eagle for a drink or last call. 

On Saturday, Tony is particularly edgy. Chris can see it. He planned to cook a new Thia dish he had at Debra and Dave’s house. They are new friends who invited them to a dinner party last week. It was a fun mix of interesting people. Last night, Craig, Tony’s oldest friend, called to remind him it was his partner Gary’s Birthday next week. “Can you please make your Chicken Marcella? You know it’s his favorite.” Tony agreed, “thanks for the notice Craig but of course I will. Not a big deal”, then he hurried off to the market in a huff to buy the ingredients for this meal. He wondered what he would do with the Thai ingredients in his fridge. 

Saturday as Tony cooked, Chris played all of Tony’s favorite toons on his fancy new stereo system. Chris loved music. Music created moods but oddly, Chris never sang. His voice was good enough but he wasn’t the type to put himself out there. Unlike Tony who did sing but not always in tune. He didn’t really care. Today, not a note or a smile from Tony. This was out of character. Tony was always smiling. He was happy cooking for people he loved but today Chris could see Tony’s heart wasn’t in it. That’s why he played  Tony’s music. 

Chris went into the kitchen to help change the mood. He put his arms around Tony, catching him by surprise. Tony bumped back. Chris asked what’s wrong? Tony complained about the cast iron pan, “it’s not right. the chicken is burning in places, light in others. It’s going to taste like shit.” Chris said “it’s going to be delicious as always but I’m asking you, what’s wrong?” “I told you it’s burn…” Chris interrupted him and says“ I’ve known you for over 20 years and this isn’t about Chicken Tony, now what gives.” Tony finally smiles, half happy someone knows him so well and half pissed off someone knows him so well. Tony tried to explain that these dinners are getting repetitive, who gets drunk, who starts a fight, who flirts too much and misbehaves. It’s all gay gay gay. “I don’t want to sound ungrateful for our long friendships, I just have more fun with our new friends.” Intellectual stimulation with different kinds of people with different interests and experiences. It’s refreshing compared to our sexuality always front and center at these dinners. “I want more, and I know you do too. We’ve been having so much fun. I’m cooking but thinking about getting up early tomorrow without a hangover and going to the farmers market, not like these drunks who’ll end up at the Eagle, smashed, doing whatever..” They both laugh. “It’s one night with our oldest friends Ton. It will be okay. I promise.” They kissed and Tony  smiles. “The pan is working better Chris. It looks good now. It’ll taste okay.” He says, “it always does. It will taste delicious if you make it Ton.” Chris had moved on to putting the finishing touches on the table; centerpiece and decorations, Crystal, China, candles. All must be perfect.

Chris carefully plans seating for all the players that night. He pays close attention now…

Craig and Gary here. Craig far enough from Tony, his old annoying High School buddy that changed tonight’s menu and his slutty boyfriend.

Scott and Sheldon over there. Scott a show off and flirt at a safe distance from our young guest. Sheldon Scott’s trophy.

Mason and Chip here. Both safe from the wolves. Mason older and still fragile, Chip young and beautiful.

Tony and Chris here. “Us. We have the best kitchen access in these seats.” He thought to himself.

Great! What could go wrong he thought?

They were ready at 7. The candles are lit, first of 2-3 glasses of wine they will drink tonight poured. They wait for Craig and Gary to show up early again for dinner at 8. The doorbell rings at 7:15. Craig pushes past Chis, at the door, complaining about Gary’s driving skills. Craig is complaining directly to Tony, his friend since High School but Tony only half listens and doesn’t really care. He’s been listening to Craig bitch about Gary since the day the two moved in together 15 years ago. That was exactly 3 days after they met in a South Boston beach parking lot at 3am. Craig turned to Chris and said, “he’s parking the car. That should take 5 min to park and 20 min to squeeze in a couple of…whatever he does. We’ll see him in a half hour”. Chris said “Okay, gin and Tonic sweetie?” Craig laughed. “Why couldn’t I get Chris first? We’re much more compatible, starting with our love for Abfab”. Tony said “but he hates old crabs and God knows your relationship with crabs Craig. It would never work.” “Bitch” Craig replied. Gary turned up 40 min or 3 “whatever’s with whoever’s” later along with Scott and Sheldon. Sheldon is Scott’s big beautiful black boyfriend, or trophy. Followed shortly by Mason and Chip. Mason, a parental figure to everyone and Chip, a very young and new addition to the group. Tony hoped new blood would make things interesting. 

As usual Scott was bragging about how great business was, as he sat on the sofa near Chip. He bragged about how many houses he sold, how much money he made and how beautiful his “chocolate God” Sheldon is. “Sheldon works long and hard to keep every bit of me and “my friends” happy and satisfied. I make sure every inch of this man is well taken care of, over and over again all night long…” as Chris hands him his drink and he stares down Chip to quantify his reaction. Now everyone looked at Chips stone cold expression. Chris looked at Tony and smiled. He passed their test by not reacting to Scott’s bragging. Tony and Chris had a silent way of communicating their thoughts. A look meant everything. Everyone was seated around the coffee table which was covered in appetizers, cheeses, fruit and vegetables and snacks. Poor Sheldon, the only black man in the room and constantly objectified for the stereotypical big phallus. Actually, as he sat presenting, it seemed he might like the attention. After years with Scott, he may have a lot of self esteem based on his screws and bolts. He certainly didn’t try to hide anything in his pants..

And so it began…

Scott: “Sheldon, get away from the cheese. You’ll be bound up for days.”

Mason: “yea, right, you’re the only one that will be getting bound and packed tonight but nobody gives a crap about your sexlife. Nobody cares if you’re up all night worshipping Sheldon’s personality.” He turns, “sorry Shelley. “

Scott: “hmmm, that would almost hurt if it came from a plum, and not an old dried up prune like you. Talk about bound up… lol. I’m sure that’s all he talks about,  poop. No wait, it’s poop and fiber. Did you take your Metamucil today Mason? Am I right Chip? Isn’t that what all elderly people do? Stay with him Chip. You’ll be his nurse in 3 years.”

Scott is nervously fidgeting with his ring and shirt collar and cuffs. He continued trying to think of catty replies, “you old queen, maybe you’re with this little piece of eye candy just for that, a nurse. Chip, if he isn’t treating you well, you come and see Sheldon and me. We can make a nice reverse Oreo or maybe you want to be in the middle, like strawberry between chocolate and Vanilla. We can do it on Sunday. Bring a cherry.” Scott laughs hysterically at his own joke.

They all awkwardly laugh and hope it will stop.

Gary, not very good at back and forth probably should have stayed silent but gave it a go: “Boys, leave Chip alone, it’s obvious he wants me. I see you looking at me from over there.”

Chip: “I’m sorry. Was I? I worked today. Maybe I was zoning 

out.”

Gary face turned from a smile to a hurting child very quickly. Imagine, he was just the recipient of a “zone out”, not lust.

Tony says: Funny, I haven’t seen Chip take his eyes off Mason. Anyone want some of Chris’s Brie cheese binder for their big mouths? 

Chris says: “alright guys I think Chip has had…”

Chip interrupts: “No Chris, it’s cool. I’m used to it. I like older guys. Scott, that’s a tempting offer but I have my hands full with this one right here and I’m fresh out of cherry’s.” He grabbed Mason in close to him and gives him a long passionate kiss….

Tony and Chris look at each other. Without words, awwh, nice guy. Tony says: “Mason, this ones a keeper. That’s so sweet Chip. Mason’s a great guy. I hope you’re both very happy.

Mason jumps up and announces he needs to use the bathroom. He almost runs from the room. The others are laughing and chatting about their shoes and haircuts. Scott refills drinks for everyone but Tony noticed Mason’s urgency. He knew Mason. This is emotion calling, not nature. He gave him a minute, then followed him down to the bathroom. 

Tony waited outside. Everyone upstairs was laughing and talking. Finally Tony knocked. “Mason, can I come in”. A frail sounding voice says “go away, I’m not a dirty bathroom troll….. not anymore.”  Now they laugh and Tony walks in to find Mason sitting on top of the closed toilet crying. “What’s the matter May May”. “Aaaah kid, it nuts. I miss him so much ya know. It’s been almost 2 years but I miss that old prick. I’m so pissed he died on me. He promised ya know. Almost 40 years.” “What did he promise” Tony asked “He said I could die first. You know so I’m not left behind and he’d get a young piece of ass to play with. Who knew?” They laughed. “…and Tony, he likes me. Chip really likes me. He doesn’t care I’m 65 years old. Hell, I’m older than all of you by 20 years. Chip could be my grandson but he’s like…into it. I can tell. You know that feeling. He can’t keep his hands off of me and I don’t know why? It’s not about money or stuff. He hasn’t asked for one thing from me and I offer. I offered to pay his bills and student loans 2 months ago when he was working extra hours to save for his sisters wedding. He wouldn’t take a penny, nothing. It’s not like I can’t afford it. That kid works so hard and I could so easily make his life simpler. I keep waiting for the other shoe to fall and I feel so guilty. My poor Stan. Dead instantly from that heart attack and I have all his money and I’m trouncing around with this young beautiful”… Tony stopped him: “first, if you keep waiting for him to fuck up or the other shoe to fall, I promise it will. We all fuck up Mason. Stanley died. It happened and it’s horrible and so sad but I know he would love this. He wants you to be happy. He’s probably looking down and watching you with that stud.” Now Tony talks about Chip, “He’s good, you know that. Chris and I can tell. He’s a good guy. He likes you. You deserve to be happy. Maybe to be loved someday?” “Stop Tony” says Mason. They laugh Again. Tony commands him, “Now splash your face and let’s eat”. “ oh Tony, I love you. You always know what to say”. They hugged and Tony went upstairs first to give Mason a minute.

The mood upstairs changed. Tony looked at Chris who appeared frantic but a look was not enough here, he had to speak for details. Chris was changing the music to change the mood. Chris whispers to Tony “fuck, Scott claims he took his Rolex off and put it on the coffee table and now it’s gone. He ran to his car. He’s cross examining everyone, especially….” “Wait, Chip… right?” Tony ran over to Scott and grabbed his arm. He whispered “that fucking Rolex has been stolen by friends, housekeepers, forgotten at bars and your own boyfriend stole it when he was your latest fling. You better cut the shit with Chip tonight until you check everywhere else because you know that thing is like a boomerang. It always comes back. I’m not going to see Mason go through that. Am I perfectly clear” “…..jeez commandant! Fine,fine but….Tony glares at him. He shuts up.

“Alright, everyone take your seats. Chris will show you. Salad is served any drinks or just wine?” Tony says. Everyone mumbles requests. They are all grumpy as Mason walks up the stairs and joins Chip. Everyone walks to the table. Tony puts the pasta in and telepathically and wit hand gestures, commands Chris’s to get the salads out fast and talk… talk talk talk.

Chris takes the cue. He is commanding and enchanting when he speaks. As usual, his personality, blonde hair, muscles and handsome looks easily grab everyone’s attention. He tells them about a job he’s doing for the HRC and his meeting with Hillary Clinton. Tony thinks about how lucky he is to have a partner who knows just what to say and do. As Chris passes the salads, he has everyone in the palm of his hands. He looks at me. It’s all right. What Rolex? It’s all Chris and Hillary as Tony slips in. Like a symphony, he says “dig in.”

When Tony takes his largest platter, overflowing with Chicken Marcella, out of the kitchen. Craig immediately takes full credit for it. Announcing he had it made for Gary’s Birthday, Tony doesn’t care really. He just wants everyone to enjoy and then go home. Scott assists with his equally famous garlic bread and the greens. Gary says “thank you” sheepishly as he gobbles up the dish and seconds and 5 pieces of garlic bread but no Broccoli Rabe. Scott, a South Boston guy is not into vegetables. He’s simple. Good looking but totally uninteresting. He’s like wallpaper or a fern. If he does talk to you, you’re not really listening. One ear is on another conversation at the table with one ear listening just enough to know when nodding and smiling

 is appropriate. It works well since Craig prefers to be the center of attention. 

Now Scott is talking to Mason about purchasing client gifts for thank you’s or birthday’s from Mason’s shop. Mason always gives the best advice on these matters. 

Tony and Chris engage in a political conversation with Chip. Young Chip perked up when Chris spoke about meeting Hillary. He had a lot to say about Bush and the environment. Chris and Tony loved to hear the point of view of younger people like their adult nieces and nephews. They loved hearing everyone’s perspective on current issues. Especially when their views aligned. This was not the group to talk politics with but Chip was interested and very interesting and knowledgeable. The others had no attention span for politics or current events. 

Conversation went well through dinner and dessert. Long after his Pear Tart was finished, as expected, Scott had his 3rd Grand Marnier and started again, carefully. Drunkenly he toyed with Chip about the Rolex without Directly mentioning Chip. He did get Tony’s message and knew the consequences. A fight that Tony would win. Tony is totally sober. So after teasing about a crime scene, Scott announced how sure he was that his Rolex was on his bed stand. “It’s so funny how sure I was that I put it on that table.” As he looked at Chip.  Chip looked like he was ready to address this once and for all until Tony jumped in, “That bed stand is worn out but yes, your watch is sitting squarely on it like so many times before, right Scott? Tell Chip how Sheldon misplaced it so many years ago?” He turns to Sheldon, “sorry Shelley.” Sheldon is starting to get annoyed at being a pawn instead of a trophy. Sheldon says to Chip, “Don’t make a mistake around these queens. You’ll never live it down kid.” Scott laughs loudly and awkwardly to change the mood. Fortunately, most everyone is tipsy. They all laugh as Chip stares at Scott.

The night was winding down now. Chris and Tony were cleaning up and eying everyone doing their own thing. Their eyes were saying this was winding down. Craig and Gary were kind of dancing in the living room while Mason took Chip to a corner and uncharacteristically hugged and freely kissed and touched him closely in front of everyone. Tony and Chris looked at each other and thought the night was a success. Tony hoped there would be no drama when Scott gets home, phone calls, screaming…. 

Now let’s hope they start leaving… as Craig announces they are going to the Eagle for a quick one. “Anyone?” Sheldon and Scott said they’ll come for one. Mason says they will walk out with them since it’s an early day for him and he is working at his shop in the afternoon. As he fumbles in his pocket, Mason pulls out the watch. “Omg, ha ha. Look what I found? I’m always so fascinated by this thing and all those diamonds! I must have had it in my hand when I went down to the bathroom. I’m so sorry Scott. I must have dropped it in my pocket. I was preoccupied. Then jokingly he said “Actually, I knew but decided I could never wear it out in public without getting caught. So here you go.” He tossed it hard almost aggressively to Scott who gasped but caught it. They laughed and they all started leaving… kiss kiss kiss…hugs.

Tony and Chris finished cleaning and talking about everyone by 11:30. Tony thanked Chris for always knowing what to say and talking him off the edge. “It was actually a pretty good night. Interesting, fairly well behaved.” Chris kissed his forehead. I agree. New friends, old friends, we are just blessed to have friends. People who we have shared memories with and some to make new memories… let’s go to bed. “Farmers market in the morning?”

Outside when the 3 couples walked down Tremont, Mason and Chip said goodbye again at Union Park. They lived 5 doors down in a huge beautiful Victorian building Mason and Stan renovated for 20 years. Scott said “come on guys. Chips a magnet, come or even better, can we take him?” Mason and Chip said “No.” at the same time and laughed. They walked holding hands to their front steps. Mason very carefully said “Chip, why did you take it? You’ve had so much opportunity right in our house. You know I’d give you whatever you wanted, money a watch, why? Why with them?” Chip laughed. “So you pushed me in the corner and felt me up until you found it because you were embarrassed and didn’t trust me? You think I wanted his watch or money? Mason, I was going to give it back. I didn’t want it.” “Well then why would you take it?” “I did it on a whim. I didn’t like the way he talked to you or treated you or me. He’s disrespectful. I wanted him to feel loss. He probably isn’t capable of feeling real loss. So I took his watch. I took away what was important to him. It was fun to watch him squirm, wasn’t it? I was going to give it back tonight Mason. I was just about to give it back before we left. I wanted to tell him why I borrowed it for a while. I wanted to ask him how it felt to lose something you love like you did Mason. You thought I stole it for money? Do you think I could do that?” Mason was stumped. Chip did take it. Any answer would fall flat. Instead he said “ I love you. I don’t know what I thought but we have time to learn more about each other. You can’t take that banter seriously Chip. Our insults are like a dance of sarcastic wit. I don’t give a shit about anyone but Tony and Chis. The best as they come. Then he thought of Tony’s advice, not to wait for a bad thing to happen, it will. Mason decided to believe him or maybe he didn’t care if it was true. If Chip was that desperate to steal a watch, he would make sure he’s never that desperate again. 

Mason added, “I did what I did in that corner to protect someone I love. Now that you told me everything, of course I believe you Chip because I believe in you. I choose you.” Chip had a tear in his eye. “you said you love me twice. I love you Mason. I’ve loved you almost since our first date. I’m so happy.” “I feel it Chip. I do. I feel it and I do love you. Should we go up?” Chip nodded as they climbed the stairs. Mason said “you like Chris and Tony?” Yes, they are great, down to earth” “They certainly are. They invited us for Thia on Wednesday, a new recipe I guess, just four of us.” Chip said “Sounds like a fun night. Does Tony have a nice watch?” They laugh hard as Mason shuts the door away from the outside world. 

This story is dedicated to my friend Dex….

Friday finally arrived and I was excited because as of 5 PM I was officially on vacation for seven days and heading to Charlotte, North Carolina. I had made reservations for a beautiful cabin on Lake Norman. I’m sort of a loner and going on vacation alone didn’t bother me in the least.

I arrived and I could not believe the beauty of the area I had selected, with the help of the travel agent, the spot was perfect, on the water and just breathtaking. The day of my arrival was a sunny 85 degrees in July. I unpacked, put on a pair of running shorts and my sneakers….being an avid runner I couldn’t wait to hit the trail in the beautiful area of Lake Norman.

I did my stretching and then hit the three mile trail. I felt good, got in my stride and I was in heaven. Sweat was pouring off me but it felt great. I finished my run and stopped at a spot where you could get water. I found a bench and sat to relax before I headed back. As I was sitting I spotted a runner approaching and as he got closer I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was shirtless, tall, with a body that would make any gay guy cream his shorts. As he passed me he looked at me and smiled.

It wasn’t long before I spotted him on his way back. As he approached me he had a smile on his face and stopped in front of me, bent over with his hands on his knees.

“Good run bud?

“You bet, love to run.”

“That makes two of us.”

I stood up, put out my hand and said….

“I’m Jaxon, nice to meet a fellow runner.” “Same here, I’m Dex.”

We began talking as if we knew each other with running being the initial topic of discussion. There was something about him, other than his hot looks that had me captivated. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his skimpy running shorts.

Let me say that Dex was all man, tall about 6′, bulging muscles, more in the looks of a Greek God. I’m a small guy 5’7″ but I have a great body from my years of working out and running.

“So Jaxon you are here on vacation?”

” I am for seven days.”

“Would you like to run together tomorrow?”

“Sure, I’d love that….is 10 AM good for you?”

“Perfect, I’ll meet you at the beginning of the trail.”

We met as scheduled and the run was fast and invigorating. We finished, did some stretching then sat down and talked.

“Are you doing anything tonight?”

“I was just going for supper.”

“My man, you don’t want to eat alone, I would like to take you out for dinner.”

“Oh yeah that sounds great, how about 6:30 PM?”

“I will be at your cabin at 6:30.”

I was so excited that Dex invited me out and my mind started heading in the direction of sex. Could he be gay?   He’s so hot….I wonder what he would be like in bed?  Does he have a big dick?  I snapped myself out of my seductive thoughts, jumped in the shower and cleaned myself really good just in case. I got dressed in a nice pair of shorts, tank top and flip flops. Gelled my hair and a final touch of Gio cologne. Dex arrived promptly at 6:30 and we headed out to the restaurant.  He looked so hot in a pair of shorts that did justice to his firm ass.

We had a nice supper and the questions began….

“Jaxon, is there someone special in your life?”

“No, no one, ha! if there was someone they would be here with me.”

“Yeah, that was a stupid question.”

“How about you, anyone special.”

“I was in a relationship but it didn’t work out.”

“How long were you with her?”

“Her? Sorry Jaxon it was a he.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No problem, never been with a chick and never will.”

“That’s funny because I was hoping you were gay because I am too, and I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since we met.”

“Well Jaxon, I have to confess, I have had my eyes on that sweet ass of yours since we met too….would you like to come to my apartment for a drink, then we can get into some good conversation.”

“I’d love to.”

We left the restaurant, got to his apartment and as soon as we walked in he took me in his arms and kissed me. “Man you smell good Jaxon.”  ” Hmmm, would you like to eat me?”  We both started laughing and I removed his tank top as I became breathless at the site of his pecs, which I couldn’t resist as I took my hands rubbing them and his nipples.  “Oh baby this is going to be hot.”  He removed my tank top, pinching my nipples.  “Man, your body is hot little man.” He got on his knees and pulled my shorts down, then my jock strap.  My cock popped out and he sighed.  “Nice cock dude.”  I got on my knees and did the same to him and let me say I was not disappointed, his cock was big and thick….about 8″ with a nice hanging set of balls.  

I told him to get on the bed and lay on his back.  I crawled in between his legs.  The site of him had me leaking precum which I swiped with my finger and then brought it up to Dex’s mouth which he greedily sucked.  He looked at me with a grin and said “Ummmm”  I took his balls in my hand, rolling them around in my fingers.  I layed down and took each ample egg in my mouth sucking them as he moaned.  I raised his legs up and began at his perineum licking, moving up to his smiling rosebud.  I went for it and began lickin his love shute.  “Fuck yeah, oh man, just like that, eat my ass babe.”  I went for it and my tongue was making him crazy.  I ate his ass for some time, then dropped his legs down and started sliding my tongue up his engorged cock.  I licked around his corona, eating every drop of his spewing precum.  Inch by inch I took his cock until I was at his pubes.  I bobbed on his fuckpole and I could taste his essence which had me at his mercy, working my tongue all around the sensitive area of his manhood.

“Fuck, Jaxon….stop or I’m going to cum.”  I let his cock pop out of my mouth and I crawled up his body until I was sitting on his upper chest.  He looked at me with a sexy smile and I shoved my cock into his mouth.  I started mouth fucking him and he was taking all my 7.5″.  Man I could tell he loved my cock because you can always tell when a guy is into you and he was definitely into me.  I pulled out then squatted over his face, dropping down with my ass over him.  He grabbed on to me pushing me down as his tongue began to devour my mancunt.  “Oh fuck Dex, yeah that feels good, just keeping doing that if you want to fuck me.”  As soon as I said that his tongue went into overdrive, I began sliding my ass over his mouth as he moaned enjoying my essence.

I got up, asked Dex for some lube then lubed my ass and his cock.  I got in a doggy style position and said “Fuck me big guy.”  Without hesitation he placed his dick at my opening.  He penetrated me and the feeling of his cock plowing into me was awesome.  He was like electricity, all the sensitive nerves in my ass were reacting to his cock sliding in and out of me.  “Fuck Dex, yes, breed me, give me that cock, deep and hard.”  “Does it feel good Jaxon?”  “Yes, fuck yes.”  “Stand up for me and put one foot on the bed.”  I did as he asked and he fucked me in that position, his cock like a piston driving me to a point of no return.  As he was pushing his dick deep into my mancunt he put his arms around me, turning my head and sticking his tongue into my hot mouth.  We were slobbering, sucking our mouths, as my cock was leaking precum all over the bed.  “Dex, I’m close, fuck me hard because I’m going to blow one hell of a load.”  “Okay my man, I’m close too.”  “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, oh yeah, fuuuuuuuuuck, yeeees, mmmmm.”  “I’m going to fill you with my spunk right now Jaxon, Oh man, fuck, take it, mmmmmm.”  I came in my hand, Dex pulled out of me, and we shared my cum, sweet and delicious.

We collapsed on the bed and started laughing, “Jaxon you are one hell of a fuck.”  “Dex, I always aim to please, and just think about it, we have six days for you to enjoy my booty.”  “You can be sure I’m going to fill you with a gallon of protein.”  “I have an idea Jaxon, lets take a shower and go for a walk around Lake Norman.  “Only if we can get some ice cream.”  “Deal”

For the next six days Dex did deliver that gallon of cum in me not to mention how much went down my throat, and I have to say, I had never been fucked the way he did me.  We became buddies and when I left, I told him we would be friends for life.

I left after seven of the best days of my life, Dex was an amazing guy and I made a promise that I would visit as often as I could.  The whole week wasn’t just about sex, well maybe most of it but Dex took me around the area and showed me the sites.  I picked the perfect vacation and ended up with the perfect friend….

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 Quote for Thought

“True friends are never apart, maybe in distance, but never in heart.”         

We stood there in the middle of the Atkinson Park parking lot, the three of us, watching the last of the cars picking up the members of the soccer team of the fall Henderson recreation league take off into the late afternoon waning sun. Ricky Rusk and I, both students at the Graham Hill Academy, Ricky eighteen and I nineteen, were staying back because Coach Denton was driving us home. He’d said he had to stay here until the rest had gone. Graham Hall was an all-male-student post-high school prep school to bring promising athletes up to the academic standards needed to get athletic scholarships to universities or to hone their athletic skills to go directly into the pros.

That wasn’t really why we were hanging back—that there was some reason he had to be the last one to leave—but that’s what Coach had told the others. Ricky and I knew otherwise. We both had every reason to know Coach Denton’s motives.

Clay Denton, at twenty-six, wasn’t that much older than the guys on the team he was coaching. We all were students at the Graham Hill Academy in northwestern Kentucky, across the Ohio River from Evansville, Indiana. Coach Denton had been a student there too once. He’d gone to the University of Louisville after leaving Henderson and having starred on the football team there, but he had married our friend, Greg Gerard’s, mother and come back to town to work in Mrs. Gerard’s real estate firm. She was old enough to be Coach’s mother, and just about everyone wondered what was up with that marriage other than that she was rich as sin and was still a good looker. Some of us at the prep school had very good reason to wonder why he’d gone after that tail, unless it was for protective coloring. We didn’t question, from experience, that Mrs. Gerard had an interest in younger guys—and in getting them into bed with her.

Greg, twenty, was still at the Graham Hill Academy but was dickering with semipro football teams for a starting position. He was working for a landscaping company into the fall, so he wasn’t playing soccer with us. I worked off and on there too, mainly off now that school had started, but I didn’t put in the hours that Greg did. I also hadn’t muscled up like Greg had from the hard manual yardwork, but I didn’t have a boy’s body anymore, either. In one way, that wasn’t working in my favor. But the change was inevitable, I knew. One can’t stay in a teenager’s body forever. I was muscling up a little late for an athlete, but that didn’t matter that much for a soccer player.

It also didn’t matter to Mrs. Gerard, who had hopped my bones a couple of months previously when I’d come to see if Greg wanted to do some pickup basketball. He wasn’t there, but Mrs. Gerard was there, in a revealing negligee and holding a liquor glass. She was half looped and on the prowl. I’m a young guy with testosterone, so, even though I was really interested in guys more than women, she was enticing enough. She was a voluptuous, experienced older woman, so, yes, I laid on my back on her bed while she rode my cock. And then three days later, knowing Greg wouldn’t be there, I went back and fucked Mrs. Gerard in a missionary. I was well on the way to being actively gay, but that gave me pause to consider the advantages of being bi instead. Other guys who went both ways had told me that sex was sex was sex—that the gender of the partner didn’t matter as long as I got off on it—and I had to say there was reason in that perspective. It helped that Mrs. Gerard didn’t fixate on me. She’d take any good-looking guy’s cock. She certainly took Coach Denton’s.

I wondered if she knew Coach Denton’s broader interests. He was the main one who told me that the gender didn’t matter that much as long as I could get it hard and get it off.

Coach Denton was coaching the academy team in the league to, he said, give back to his old prep school, but Ricky and I knew he had other reasons. Mrs. Gerard was a lot older than he was. The chatter between us guys in the school was that Denton hadn’t come back for Mrs. Gerard—that he’d come back for his older teen athletes at the prep school.

“What say we take a run on the paths through the wooded section of the park here next to the playing field before we knock off,” Coach said to Ricky and me when the last of the cars exited the parking lot. It wasn’t really a question. Coach was stripping his athletic shirt off his chest. He was a developed athlete. He’d played both soccer and football at Louisville and was in great shape, muscular and not an ounce of fat on him. He had a swirling black and blue tattoo covering his left breast and down that arm to his elbow, which made him look mean and dangerous—and cool. The coaches at our school strongly discouraged the guys getting tattoos, telling us that that was thuggish and they wanted their school to have a clean-cut reputation. That, of course, made tattoos that much more inviting to us student athletes, especially when coaches like Denton had them.

Denton wasn’t tall. He was compact and solid and was built close to the ground, which had made him hard to bring down when he was carrying the ball at Louisville. It also emphasized how muscled up he was. But he was a handsome, square-jawed guy, who exuded robust sexuality. Mrs. Gerard obviously liked that, but it also went a long way with the guys at the prep school, who were raging with hormones and imagination.

The chatter in the school was Mrs. Gerard had bought him to be her boy toy and that he’d married her to get close to the young guys in the school. When he and Greg, Mrs. Gerard’s son from her previous marriage and only six years younger than Clay Denton was, stood side by side, they looked more like brothers than stepdad and stepson. Greg had even grown into the same solid, athletic frame that Coach had. When some of us had heard that Mrs. Gerard and Denton were getting it on, there were jokes about how Greg and Denton looked alike and speculation that Mrs. Gerard was doing Denton because she really wanted to do her own son. When Greg heard that muttered about, though, he went ballistic and that talk stopped because Greg was popular at school. I didn’t think Greg knew that Mrs. Gerard would fuck boys Greg’s age—she fucked me—I must say I wondered about that, though, considering how fast Greg had heated up over rumors of the possibility.

“Sure, Coach,” Ricky said to coach’s proposal that we take another run with us. Ricky’s voice was a little uncertain, although I was sure he knew what we were doing here. It wasn’t his first time. Last year, when Denton had first coached the team, it had been me who played the rabbit here. It was no secret in the school that Coach cultivated eighteen- and nineteen-year-old boys, keeping it barely legal. It had just been a shock to me that he moved on as soon as his rabbit of the moment started to show signs of the “into a man” change. He concentrated on the soccer players at Graham Hill, because playing that game depended more on dexterity and swiftness than muscle and height. I was growing out of what he preferred when he could get what he wanted. And, here in Henderson, Clay Denton could get what he wanted. It’s probably why he came back.

Ricky spoke up, a bit uncertain, although I could see his body trembling in anticipation of what consumed his thoughts these days—as it did mine. “So, you want me to—?”

“You can take out first, Rick,” Coach said. “Kyle and I’ll follow after. There’s a bench near the water fountain half way into the woods. You remember where it is, I’m sure. Meet up with us there.”

Ricky stood there. He was wearing just athletic shorts and running shoes. We’d all ended practice with running two laps around the field. Coach had run along with us, being no more winded when we were done than any of the guys were.

All of the guys had stripped off their T-shirts. I had too. Ricky was just eighteen—just starting to develop muscularity—but he was a good-looking guy. His people were Greek, so he was olive-skinned, with dark hair. Short and slim, but he’d been starting to muscle up and looked real good. I didn’t have any trouble knowing why Coach was interested in him. I was him last year, but a blond, Nordic version of him. I’d muscled up pretty well in the last year, though, and sprouted up a good four inches to where I was as tall as Coach. Coach was still interested in me, but not like he was interested in Ricky—and not like he’d been interested in me when I was eighteen and just starting at the prep school and he’d held me back in the boy’s locker room at the soccer field and covered me and popped my male cherry. I hadn’t been surprised. I’d known it was coming and welcomed it. He just obviously preferred eighteen-year-olds, guys just starting to become men. In that he was no different than Mrs. Gerard. The more I experienced from both sides, the more I came to believe that gender didn’t matter—getting high on sex and carrying through didn’t really matter if you were doing it with man or a woman.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Take off,” Coach growled.

Ricky turned and ran on the path into the woods.

“Give me five minutes and then follow us in,” Coach said to me after we’d stood there, not looking at each other, for a couple of minutes after Ricky disappeared into the woods.

“Whatever you want, Coach,” I said.

“That’s right. Always remember that. It’s whatever I want, Kyle,” Denton said, as he grinned at me, turned, and loped down the path and into the trees.

When I got to the bench, it had already begun. Ricky lay, naked, on his back along the bench, panting, his butt on the end of the bench and his legs raised, spread, and bent. One arm was flung over his head, his fingers gripping the edge of the bench over his head, to hold himself steady on the wooden plank. The fingers of his other hand were buried in the reddish-brown curls on Coach’s head as Coach crouched in the dirt at the end of the bench, held Ricky’s legs up and out with a grip under his knees on either side, and buried his face in Ricky’s crack, eating the young guy’s ass out.

Ricky turned his head toward me as I entered the small clearing. As Coach’s mouth came up and enveloped Ricky’s cock and started to suck him off, Ricky arched his back, moaned, and gave me a look that conveyed that he was getting what he wanted. At the edge of the clearing, I went down on my haunches, pulled the waistband of my athletic shorts under my balls, fished my engorging cock out of the shorts, and began to stroke myself.

Still new to this and consumed by imagination, Ricky didn’t last long. When Coach felt the young man was going to blow, he pulled his mouth off, laughed, and hand stroked Ricky. The young man blew on the third pull.

God, I wished it was me rather than Ricky. Ricky was on his own. This wasn’t his first time, I knew. He wanted what he was getting from Coach. It had taken longer when Coach had initiated me; I had resisted him—and it—becoming a submissive to a man, for longer than Ricky had. Ricky had opened his legs right up for it. This year, what Coach liked and would do was more common knowledge than it had been last year when he’d chosen me. This year the guys, like Ricky, who wanted it, had known Coach would give it. They went right to him and begged for it. He worked his way inside them before they realized they probably should have started off with a cock that was a lot more manageable than his was.

Denton pulled away from his crouching position when Ricky had come, which was almost immediately, rose, and moved along the bench toward the young man’s head, keeping Ricky’s legs running up his torso. When he was in position above Ricky’s head, he grabbed the young man’s head by the hair, pulled Ricky’s face up, and pushed his thick cock between Ricky’s lips. With a moan and a groan, Ricky opened his mouth to the cock and gave Coach head.

Sitting a bit off on my haunches, I moaned and groaned too—and pulled on my cock. Shit, I wished it was me.

When Coach moved back down Ricky’s body, he took his time getting his shaft inside Ricky’s ass, while the young man writhed under him, panted hard, and palmed Denton’s heaving, bulbous pecs. Denton’s tattoo fascinated Ricky as much as it did me, but it was Ricky, not me, who was able to run his hands over it as Coach worked his cock in. As Coach fucked him in a missionary, again holding the young man’s legs raised and spread with a grip under his knees on both sides, Ricky turned his face toward me and gave me a dreamy, it’s me, not you, expression that had me groaning and spilling my seed on the ground.

Coach let loose of the leg on my side of the bench, which dropped, Ricky’s heel pressing into the earth by the bench and giving him leverage to join in the rhythm of thrusts of the cock inside his passage, and Denton ran the fingers of his freed hand into the mop of hair on Ricky’s head and pulled the young man’s chest up toward his, making Ricky look directly into Denton’s eyes, showing him the pain-pleasure of the fuck in Ricky’s eyes, while Coach picked up the pace of vigorous, deep strokes. Ricky was moving with him. He wasn’t just submissively being fucked. He was fucking Coach back. There was no doubt that Ricky was lost to Clay Denton—that this was what Ricky wanted from the coach.

Wanting Ricky’s surrender to be complete, Coach turned them, with a laugh, so that he was the one lying on his back on the bench. He made Ricky sit on his cock in a cowboy position, facing Denton’s head, the young man leveraging the rise and fall of his ass on the cock by pushing off on the ground on either side of the bench with his feet. Coach let Ricky do the work until he was close to coming and then he grabbed Ricky by the waist and slammed him up and down on his shaft, with Ricky flopping back and forth like a rag doll, his eyes rolled up in his head and his tongue hanging out. I could tell when Coach came, because they both tensed, let out their breath, and Coach let Ricky collapse onto his chest. Coach always preferred barebacking and coming inside the other guy’s channel.

We drove in Coach’s double-cab Dodge Ram to Ricky’s house to the west of Henderson, near the Henderson Community College campus, where Ricky’s mother taught. His stepfather, Steven, taught English at the Graham Hall Academy we went to. We drove in silence, but that Ricky had been fully satisfied was obvious. He was humming to himself and reaching over and touching Denton on the arm, on the thigh, and on the tattoo as if to assure himself the man was still there, as Coach drove the truck. Coach had fucked him good, and Ricky obviously had been just fine with that.

I, of course, sitting in the backseat, seemingly odd guy out and neglected, was consumed by jealousy and want and was wondering why I was there at all. Coach could have taken me home first—I lived across the Ohio River, in Indiana, in Evansville, but everything was close to everything else here despite there being two states with a river running between them. Henderson was on the less-populated side of the river, so my dad, a lawyer, wanted to live on the side with more money floating around.

Coach let Ricky out a block from his house.

“Should I come up to the front seat while we’re stopped,” I asked. I wanted to touch him too while he drove. I wanted to run my fingers over his tattoo and to feel how hard bodied he was. I wanted him inside me, pumping me with that thick cock of his. I wanted to feel his hot cum blasting me deep inside.

“No, stay back there. We aren’t going far,” he said. That deflated me. He was keeping me at arms’ length. It wasn’t my fault I wasn’t eighteen anymore or that I was beginning to mature and muscle up—that my body wasn’t boyish and my cock and balls weren’t those of a younger guy, like Ricky’s were, anymore—or that I now was well used, that he didn’t have to work hard to get his shaft inside me. That he was no longer fucking a tight-channeled near innocent, like Ricky was, when he was on top of me.

I was festering for no good reason, though. We indeed were only driving a short distance—not even across the river into Evansville. He drove to the grounds of the Graham Hill Academy and into a vehicle garage that he had a garage opener to. As he lowered the garage door behind the tail end of the Dodge truck, he was getting out of the front seat and moving to the backseat.

In the backseat, he laid me on my back across the seat; pulled my athletic shorts off my legs while he possessed my mouth in a deep kiss; came down between my spread legs; thrust his hard cock into my channel, as I cried out for it; and fucked the shit out of me. I was in heaven. I fit him like a glove now. He slid right in and back out and then in deeper, and, with me moving with him, we became one efficient fucking machine. He put his forehead against mine and looked straight into my eyes, concentrating on me and only me as he pulled back and then thrust forward with his thick cock, pushing in deep, and beginning to pump. We did it smoother and more intense than he’d done it with Ricky. We were better at it. I lay back on the seat, slit my eyes, and moaned deeply as he reached into the very center of me and fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. I cried out in ecstasy as I felt him release is hot cum deep inside me.

Clay Denton still wanted me.

* * * *

Everyone said the Rusks had the best-kept lawn of anyone in Henderson. Mr. Rusk—Steven Rusk—an English teacher and head of the English department at Graham Hill Academy for the last eighteen years was the reason for that. He had River Landscaping in at least once a week to mow and trim his yard. The Rusks were prominent in the community. Mrs. Rusk was a professor at the nearby Henderson Community College and was president of the Graham Hill Academy Association, an organization including faculty, students, and interested parents. Their eighteen-year-old son, Ricky, who had just started at the academy and was on the academy’s summer league soccer team, was the lad Clay Denton, coach of the soccer team, was fucking this year.

Steven Rusk, pushing forty, wasn’t pushing it too hard. He was an unusually handsome man. He was tall and slim—one could say willowy—and had a Peter O’Toole look about him, which meant you couldn’t really tell whether he just moved with grace or whether he was a bit fey, a little limp wristed. (When the subject was hinted to his wife, she just said he admired the British and liked to emulate them—whatever that meant.) The fact was that if he had a choice of being on top of—or under, as she was a strong woman—his wife, Theresa, and pumping away or having a man on top of him, between his legs, he’d go with the man every time. And he’d happily be submissive to that man. I suppose knowing he was a bottom for men made it easier for me to see him coming across as effeminate. And it made me worried about appearing effeminate too, as I liked to lie under men. I guess it had me acting especially manly, to the extent that I could figure out what that was.

The reason Steven Rusk’s lawn was so immaculate was because he requested the services of hunky River Landscaping Company employee twenty-year-old Greg Gerard, stepson of soccer coach Clay Denton, every week—and sometimes more often—so that Steve could stand in an upstairs window and watch perfectly formed, hard-bodied Greg mow his lawn in just athletic shorts and sneakers—and then, when he could, find an excuse to come down to the garden shed while Greg was putting the mower away. Neither of them seemed to realize that Theresa Rusk stood at the kitchen window, also admiring and fantasizing over the young Greg.

Greg was fucking Steven Rusk. Greg was also fucking Steven’s son, Ricky. On occasion he’d fucked Theresa Rusk as well. For that matter, Greg was fucking me too. Greg was an aggressive top. He fucked any good-looking guy (or cougar) who would open his or her legs to him.

Greg had been fucking me since I was eighteen and he was nineteen. He took after his stepfather, Clay, in that fetish. He was still fucking me, just like his stepdad was, but he was fucking Ricky now too—just like his stepdad was. I knew he was doing that because, although school had started now and Ricky wasn’t around as much as he had been in the summer, on warm days in the summer when we came over to do the Rusks’ lawn—I came with Greg a couple of times a month to trim the bushes while he mowed—Ricky managed to be around and out by their backyard pool, posing in nothing but a skimpy Speedo. Greg would take him into the woods, lay him on the ground, and strip off Ricky’s Speedo. Ricky would quite willingly spread and raise his legs, roll his hips up, and pull Greg’s cock inside him. Then he’d moan and beg for it while Greg fucked him hard.

Greg didn’t care if I saw them doing it—and like his stepdad did the other day after soccer practice, it didn’t stop Greg from fucking me in the landscape truck before we took it back to the company garage that same day. Truth be known, I would lie on my back for Greg, spread and raise my legs for him, pull him inside me, and let him fuck me hard too.

I didn’t know until the fall that Greg was doing both Mr. and Mrs. Rusk. I shouldn’t have been surprised, considering the looks the two gave Greg while Greg was mowing their lawn and since Mr. Rusk seemed a little, well, girlish, and Mrs. Rusk was quite obviously on the prowl. I hoped I didn’t come across like Mr. Rusk did to Greg and Mr. Denton. Just because you’re submissive, you don’t have to prance around with limp wrists, I don’t think. Mr. Rusk was a little obvious—at least to me. I try my best not to be that obvious to anyone, although I’ll have to admit that all it takes from Mr. Denton or Greg is to give me “that look,” and I’ll lie down on my back and open my legs for them.

Thus, I wasn’t really surprised when one day right after school started Mr. Rusk came into the garden shed where the mowers were kept and Mrs. Rusk probably did her plant potting—because there was a bench with empty pots and bags of potting soil on it. That afternoon, I was perched on that bench, with my knees hooked on Greg’s hips, and he was crouched between my legs, one hand on the small of my back and the other cupping the back of my neck, both of us naked, while he stuffed his hard dick up inside me and fucked me in long strokes. Greg had a champion dick—at least in length and staying power—when he was hard.

Steven Rusk came in and saw us, but Greg didn’t seem to notice—or, if he noticed, he didn’t care. And, after a while it was clear that he knew Mr. Rusk was there. I looked away in embarrassment, thinking Mr. Rusk would leave in shock and that both Greg and I would be in trouble at the prep school, where Mr. Rusk was a department head. But I didn’t hear the shed door slam shut, and when I looked around, Mr. Rusk was leaning against a shelf with garden stuff on it, had his fly open and his dong out, and he was stroking himself and watching Greg fuck me.

“You want him too?” Greg asked Mr. Rusk, lifting and turning my leg to show Mr. Rusk how much of Greg’s cock was inside me and how big I’d dilated to take the shaft.

He laughed when Mr. Rusk said, in a husky voice, “You know what I want, Greg.”

“What do you want, Steve?” Greg asked, forcing Mr. Rusk to beg for it.

“I want what Kyle’s getting,” the man answered. Greg laughed, lowered my leg and thrust hard up inside me, making me jerk and cry out.

“Is this what you want too, Kyle?” he asked.

“Yes. Yes, fuck me hard, just like that,” I cried out. And he did, putting some serious backswing into his thrusts and both Mr. Rusk and I held there, panting hard and moaning.

After a few minutes I came, but Greg didn’t. As I noted, he had great staying power. He laughed, pulled out me, and sort of guided me off the bench and over to the side. He motioned to Mr. Rusk, who stripped off his trousers and briefs and perched up on the bench on his bare butt where I’d been. Greg put him in the same position he’d had me in, although Mr. Rusk got into the fuck more than I had. Instead of hooking his knees on Greg’s hips, he bent his legs and pressed the heels of his feet into the edge of the bench top, raising his pelvis, and swung his hips against Greg’s thrusts, fucking himself on Greg’s cock.

They knew what they were doing. They’d obviously done this before—often.

I crouched down on my haunches just as I had when I watched Mr. Denton fucking Ricky on the bench in the woods, took my cock in my hand, and stroked myself off while I watched the two fucking like they were old pros at it. As far as I knew they were.

When Mr. Rusk left, I asked Greg, “How long have you and Mr. Rusk been doing that?”

“Since I was eighteen, Kyle. That’s when he likes to pick an academy student out for sex.”

“So, he was—”

“Yes, he was my first. I got an A in English that year.” He laughed.

“Well, he never . . . with me.”

“That’s because you’re a bottom, like he is, Kyle,” Greg said. “He has no real use for you, but he might have felt you up and flirted with you until he found out that you didn’t match him. He likes the lookers, and you’re a looker. But he knew I was fucking you, so he knew from when you were eighteen that you didn’t match him.”

“And Ricky?”

“No. Ricky’s a bottom too. His stepdad hasn’t messed with him. He leaves that to me and my stepdad.”

“So, you know about your stepdad?”

“That he’s doing Ricky? Yes. I know he’s doing you too. I don’t mind sharing.”

“Mr. Rusk knowing you fuck me? That won’t make him . . . at school?”

“Nope. He’s not going to screw up a good thing he has going with the guys the prep school gives him access to.”

And, so that was it. Just about everyone doing everyone else. But I didn’t know it all yet.

* * * *

A week later the Graham Hill Academy held its first association meeting of the school year in the evening at the school. I was there as an usher. And I found it shocking to see that the Rusks and Clay Denton’s family were sitting together. I thought that was volatile in that it could lead to Ricky’s parents and Mrs. Gerard discovering the “everyone doing everyone else” games going on between their families. Clay Denton, in particular, seemed to look like he was oblivious to what trouble he could be in if Mrs. Gerard and Mrs. Rusk put all of the innuendo and looks going on between the men and boys in the two families together.

Greg Gerard was also an usher and when we were standing next to each other in a lull of the arrivals, I asked him, “Aren’t you worried about your mother and Mrs. Rusk putting it all together and causing a scene?”

“Not in the least,” Greg answered, with a smile. “My mother’s up front. She’s president of the association, so her attention is all on business. Mrs. Rusk doesn’t give two shits what Steven or Ricky do. It’s all just fine. This isn’t the Middle Ages, Kyle. None of us are kids. We’re all fine with it. When the meeting gets started, how about the two of us slipping off and . . . you know what?”

He was grinning at me. “You’ve got nothing on your mind other that getting your dick hard and dipping it, do you?” I answered.

“You got that right, Kyle. So, how about it? Have you gone more than a week without getting fucked? I don’t think you are any less interested in it than I am.”

“Let’s concentrate on our duties here, Greg,” I said. “Here are some more people and there aren’t many empty chairs to push their asses in left.”

I hadn’t answered Greg’s question. But I didn’t have to. He knew me and he knew what my answer was. When everyone was settled and the speeches had started to drone on, I went looking for Greg. The previous school year on nights like this, we’d meet in a men’s room at the end of an isolated dark passage and I’d kneel in front of him as he sat on a toilet in a cubicle and suck him off. Then I’d climb onto his lap and his cock and fuck myself on him while meetings were going on in the far-off auditorium. I was a total submissive and he was a master, even at twenty.

The remote men’s room was where I headed that night when the crowd was settled into the third dull speech of the evening. When I got there, though, it wasn’t Greg who I found. I hadn’t seen Clay Denton and Ricky Rusk leave the auditorium, but they obviously had done so as soon as the speeches started. Slipping silently into the darkened men’s room, cast in hazy light by a streetlight outside a large window by the urinals, I saw that Clay had just finished with Ricky. Ricky was lying on his back on the men’s room floor, in front of the line of sinks. He was still moaning and breathing hard and his pelvis was still lifted off the floor from the leverage of his feet on the floor and his legs bent and spread. One of his hands was encasing his hard cock, and I could see in a beam of light from the window the glitter of cum on his stomach. He’d just been done. His face was turned to the side where I could see his tongue hanging out and the expression of “I’ve been royally fucked” on his face.

Clay had apparently just left him, attracted to a second figure, a man this time, who I couldn’t identify as he was turned toward the wall at the bank of urinals, his head turned away from me and toward the window, with his cheek against the cinder block wall above a urinal and his arms stretched out and up, his palms flat against the wall. He was hovering, bare from the waist down, over a urinal, with his hips jutting out from the wall and moving back and forth. Clay, also naked from the waist down, was saddled up behind the man, gripping the man’s hips between his hands. Clay was half sheathed in the man’s ass. As I entered the men’s room, Clay was forcing his hard cock up farther into the man’s ass, and the man was crying out in ecstasy. The cock wasn’t fully buried and I watched its length expand and contract as Clay thrust his hips forward as the man thrust his pelvis back and then both men pulled back, exposing most of Clay’s shaft before it was buried on the next thrust. It was a mutual fuck, the man as much engaged in it as Clay was.

I only watched for a moment, but Clay quickly set up a rhythm of the fuck and the man was moving with him, thrusting his buttocks back to meet the thrusts of Clay’s cock and grunting a tune that matched the rhythm of the fuck. Clay slapped the man’s butt cheek hard and the man groaned. Clay slapped him again, the sounds of the slap and the grunt reverberating through the high-ceilinged men’s room. The man exclaimed “Fuck, yes!”

I backed out of the men’s room and turned in the darkened hallway, only to see that Greg was approaching.

“There’s someone in there,” I said, as Greg approached. “Let’s do it elsewhere.”

“The ladies’ room is just here, next door,” Greg said, with a grin. “It’ll be kicky to do it in there.”

I sucked Greg engorged, kneeling in front of him sitting on the toilet in a cubicle in the dark ladies’ room, murkily lit from the same streetlight outside the window that was dimly illuminating the adjacent men’s room, where Clay was getting his rocks off. Greg could tell as much as I could what was happening in the men’s room, as the man Clay was fucking was very vocal and the wall between the two chambers didn’t fully mask the sound. I must admit that the sound of fucking just next door was a turn on for me on this side of the wall.

I normally would ride Greg’s cock, sitting in his lap facing him or facing away from him, but when I rose to sit on Greg’s cock, he rose too, turned me to the wall, my cheek against the cool, rough cinder blocks behind the toilet, my palms against the wall on spread arms, and my butt jutting out over the toilet seat. Gripping my hips, Greg fucked me in the same position as Clay was fucking the unknown man in front of a urinal across the wall in the men’s room. I very likely had my cheek against the wall at the same point the man had his against the wall, and it all helped me imagining that it was Clay, with his much thicker cock, fucking me rather than Greg.

Greg must have been in tune with what was happening on the other side of the wall, because I sensed the rhythm of his fuck merging with the sounds of the reaction of the man in the men’s room to Clay’s fuck.

Greg brought a hand around and stroked my cock off as he fucked me. I came in short order and we held there, both panting, as we recovered. Clay’s fuck was still continuing. He had admirable control. Since Greg wasn’t moving, I had to believe he was going to fuck me again. That was just fine with me.

“It wasn’t just that someone is in the men’s room and taking a leak, is it, Kyle?” Greg whispered in my ear.

“No,” I answered. “Your stepdad was in there with Ricky. He’d just fucked Ricky on the floor when I entered and was going after some man I couldn’t identify at the urinals.”

“I’m not surprised. They always come before Clay does. You couldn’t see that that was Steven Rusk?” Greg asked. “I knew they were in there. I sort of thought we’d all get into a group fuck—everyone doing everyone else.”

“That was Mr. Rusk?” I asked, incredulous. “Your stepdad fucks Mr. Rusk?”

“Sure. Who do you think initiated Clay when he was eighteen and going to Henderson Prep? Those two have been going at it for eight years.”

“And your mom and Mrs. Rusk don’t know?”

Greg snorted. “Of course they know. They don’t give a shit. Those two are having it out with each other. It really is everyone doing everyone else here in sweet Henderson.”

And, point of fact, when Greg and I slid out of the women’s room as quietly as we could, there stood Mrs. Rusk.

“Ummm, sorry,” I said. “The men’s room was out of order, so we were—”

“I didn’t come here to relieve myself,” Mrs. Rusk said. “I came here for something else. Let’s the three of us go back in the ladies room.”

And so we did.

“Andres is coming to town” my fiancé told me. I’ve never met her nephew, as he moved to a different city prior to his aunt and I meeting. But I’ve heard stories and seen pictures. While I’m engaged to a woman, I also like to dabble here and there with men. She knows this and, somehow, is OK with it. Twenty first century and all that, I guess. Her only ‘rules’ are 1) I tell her first and 2) I’m safe. I can more than agree to that.

I have to confess, the few times I’ve seen pictures of Andres, I was impressed. How could someone not be? He’s Columbian born, but has more of a German look. Currently, he’s 23 and, from the most recent photos, about six feet tall and 175 or so. His brown hair was once long, but he thankfully cut it short. And while I do enjoy the five o’clock shadow he has underneath his perfectly clear, Latino skin, it’s his eyes that do it. I’ve never seen eyes like his. They’re green and hazel and blue with a hint of yellow. It sounds weird, I know. But when you see them, you can’t look at anything else. It’s almost like you’re mesmerized by them somehow. 

And even though I’ve never seen him in person, I have heard voice memos he’s sent to the family over the last holiday. He speaks great English, but with a South American Latin accent. For those who don’t know, the Spanish there is slightly different from Mexico, which is different from Spain etc. Much like how people in The States, England and Australia all speak English, but with some differences (well, maybe not Australia – their language is super odd to me – no offense – I love it there, just can’t make much out of what they’re saying most of the time). 

To top all of this off, Andres has two jobs. He’s a teacher for kids with special needs and, in the summer, a lifeguard. I mean, come on! A beautiful, Latino lifeguard that teaches special needs kids?!? Is this some kind of Hollywood movie script?!? I can assure you it’s not. But maybe it should be. At any rate, he has the accent of a Latin Lover you’d expect from a campy Hallmark Movie of The Week special and the heart of a saint – enough to make girls’ panties wet with anticipation. Mine too, actually. Which brings me to this story.

Friday came and everyone was anxious to meet Andres once his plane lands, myself included. Let me make this clear: I had NO intention in getting in the pants of my fiancé’s nephew. But I was anxious to see him in person, for obvious reasons. But intentions (or lack of) mean little in reality. Sometimes the ‘universe’ has other plans. And who am I to try to derail them?

As the people came down the escalator, we (myself, my fiancé, my future in laws and Andres’s mother) waited patiently as one-by-one, people (mostly homely) slowly got lowered to our level from above. Then he appeared. My. God. I’ve never gotten so hard so fast from seeing a person, fully clothed, in public before. This boy – sorry man – was stun-nig! Of course, everyone ran to see him. Everyone but me. He knows about me, but as I said, we’ve never met. He greeted everyone with hugs and smile – the damned mo-fo even had the most adorable dimples I’ve ever seen this side of anyone over ten years old. In order for him to not be perfect, he’d have to have a tail. Or a chewed up dick. Something. Otherwise, he’s an 11 out of 10 easily.

His eyes locked on me. “Uncle Bill!” he exclaimed as he walked towards me, arms opened. 

“Andres! Glad to meet you” I said, sticking my hand out. 

“No no. In this family, we hug!” he said in a heavy Latin accent. He grabbed me tight, which was a good thing because that accent made my legs weak.

What, the holy hell, I thought? I’ve never been like this around any man before! I had no idea what was happening, but I grabbed his luggage and we all headed to the van.

Everyone piled in while I loaded the luggage. I didn’t mind – it gave me time to think about what’s happening to my now mostly hard cock and try to get it calmed down. I hope in the driver’s seat and we head to the house, everyone chatting away in Spanish while I navigate Friday night rush hour traffic. I was thankful as this gave my brain something else to think about other than – I looked in the rear view mirror to see the perfect male specimen sitting in the back seat – Andres. Sitting at the light off the highway, my eyes, once again, check the rear view. As I stare, he catches my eyes in the mirror and smile a wide, dimpled, almost sinister smile. It takes me aback to the point the car behind me honks for me to go – looks like the light turned green and I didn’t notice. Go figure.

Once inside, food and drinks are plentiful. Not wanting to intrude, I sit mostly silent as everyone talks and visits. I don’t mind. I’m a pretty quiet guy. I’m content to let them enjoy Andres while he’s here for these four days. But I’m no snob and speak when spoken to and laugh when there’s a funny story. 

Eventually, my fiancé asked Andres why he doesn’t have a girlfriend. My ears perked up. Why not, indeed, I thought? He’s stunningly beautiful, nice, makes decent money – and smells amazing I might add. 

“I don’t have time” he said, his accent heavy. Thank god I was sitting down. I really need to man-up. Stop acting like a schoolgirl; I have chest hair for crying out loud, I said to myself.

“No time?” I asked.

“Working two jobs it’s just hard, you know?” he replied.

I twisted in my seat. Oh god, yeah I know first hand how hard it is!

Time passed quickly, as did the food and drink. I have two vices: sex and drink. And I can’t have enough of both. This night, the drink won out, so my fiancé and I decided to stay at her sister’s house as we were both too tipsy to drive home safely. 

“But I only have one extra bed” she said.

“Mama, I can sleep on the couch for this one night” Andres offered.

“Oh you’re the best” my fiancé said, hugging him. “You and Uncle Bill can sleep in the room and I’ll make do on the couch!”

Being the odd man out, I went to bed before anyone else. I awoke around 6:30AM and had to pee. I climbed out of the bed and made my way down the hallway to the bathroom. I stumbled in, relieved myself, washed my hands and headed back. Still not fully away, and with a mild headache, I bumped the couch. I heard a rustling and remembered where I was and why I was there. By this time of the year, at 6:30AM there’s a decent amount of light in the sky. I looked down to see Andres sleeping on the couch, peaceful as a baby. I studied his tee shirt and shorts he was wearing when I noticed movement. I focused more and realized Andres was sleeping with a hard on. It didn’t click at first due to the size of it. While I’m no slouch in the endowment department, Andres had me beat and then some. What genetics did he get, I wondered? That things monstrous! I stood there looking thinking I was seeing things. I even rubbed my eyes, thinking it was a play on the way the fabric folded. Then it moved again. Yeah. Nope. That’s the real deal. My god it has to be ten inches! The more I looked at it, I started to make out the head of it. My own dick, which was hard when I woke up but started to go down after I peed, was now fully engorged again. He twisted around and raised his arm over his head, causing his shorts to pull tighter and his shirt to raise. Now I could see ‘him’ in more detail. Not only was he overly well endowed, but his stomach was a four pack with a hint of a hairy trail under the belly button! I was made at Mother Nature for picking him for such a prize and not me as I stumbled back to bed.

I laid there, next to my fiancé, dick throbbing as I remembered what I’ve just seen seconds ago when I hear the fan in the bathroom come on. I didn’t see anyone walk past me, so that meant it had to be Andres. Did this mean he as awake when I was staring at him? Did he see me lusting after him? If so, why didn’t he say anything? Or move? Or maybe he did move that way on purpose? My heart raced. Silently, I swung off the bed and peaked around the corner. Andres walked around the corner of the bathroom. Our eyes met. He smiled and reached down, squeezed his cock and smiled. With his finger, he motioned me to come to him. As if in a trance, I did.

“Hey what’s up?” I asked, trying to stay cool.

“My aunt told me you like boys and girls” he whispered.

Why would she tell someone that?!? Anger boiled inside me. We said this would be our thing – no one else would know! I felt blood rush to my head.

“Mm hmm” is all I could muster.

“You asked why I have no girlfriend? It’s because I don’t like girls” he whispered to me. “Fact is, I like men. Men like you.”

I could feel my heart beating in my throat.

“You’re very sexy. I want to be with you. Tonight” he said. “Mama and Maria are going shopping tonight. Why don’t you come over for a while?”

“I. Uh. I’m not sure that’s a good idea” I mumbled.

“Just us will only know” he said. “Besides…” he grabbed my hard dick “…seems you think it would be a good idea from what I have here!”

To be honest, it’s been a while since I’ve been with a guy and having such a perfect specimen of maleness touch me felt good. Real good. I shook my head. “Yeah. Ok. I’ll be here tonight!”

Saturday morning and afternoon was a blur. I kept thinking about what I promised to do tonight. Was it a good idea or not? Of course, I’d break my promises I made to Maria. But she broke a promise to me, too! I mean, I don’t want to hurt her, but when will I get a chance to hook up with someone like this again? And will it hurt us in the long run? Maybe there won’t be a long run, I thought.

I couldn’t tell you what I had for lunch that day. The only thins on my mind were Andres and that massive cock of his. How would I take it? If that’s what he was into? Maybe he was a bottom? Maybe he only like oral? Or jerking off? It didn’t matter. I had to see this through.

“What are you planning tonight, babe?” Maria asked me.

“I’m gonna’ hang with Andres for a bit.”

“Oh a boy’s night?”

“You could say that” I replied. 

Eventually Maria left and I headed over to see Andres, my heart in my throat. I arrived and, per usual, I knocked then opened the door. “Hello?” I yelled.

“I’m in here” I heard him say. I followed the sound to the bathroom realizing he was in the shower. 

“Hey. So, I’ll just go to the couch” I said.

“OK. Be there in a minute!”

I sat down trying to get comfortable. I heard the shower stop. My heart rate picked up. Was this still the right thing to do, I wondered?

“Well, hola amigo!” I heard from my right. I looked over and there stood Andres, butt ass naked. My mouth both dropped and salivated. Michelangelo’s David had nothing on this boy. Obviously, the lifeguarding served him well. His body was taunt and fit like the swimmers you’d see in the summer Olympic games. And he had to tan nude as there were no tan lines. His chest as shapely and his nipples were big, round and pink. I use the word ‘perfect’ a lot to describe him, but I don’t know of any other word to use! His cock hung flaccid but still large from a rather dense mound of black hair – surprising considering how relatively smooth his body is elsewhere. And I expected him to be uncut, but he wasn’t. Or, at least, didn’t have a large hood. 

“Glad you can make it” he said. “Come!”

I did as I was told, totally forgetting about the rules and Maria. I followed him into the same bedroom not more than 24 hours ago I was in, sleeping with my fiancé. He started to unbutton my shirt.

“Oh. Daddy is a hairy boy! I like that” he groaned out as he ran his hands over my hairy chest. It felt good. Maria hates my hairy chest, but I refuse to shave it (though I do keep it trimmed – I’m not an animal!). He grabbed the back of my head and pull my mouth to his, his tongue aggressively punching into my mouth. Little ol’ Andres – the cute boy that works two jobs and teaches special needs kids and saves lives at the beach on the weekend – the polite, goody two shoes boy was, basically, ravishing me to the tenth degree! He spun me around and pushed me back on the bed. I fell helplessly. He reached down and tried to undo my shorts. He got angry when he couldn’t.

“Take them off!” he commanded, his cock now fully hard and every bit of a foot long with a slight right curve – so big it hung down instead of pointing up. I have to admit, there was a little bit of fear involved on my part and, according to my instantly hard dick, I liked it!

I did as I was told, undoing my shorts. He grabbed them and yanked them off of me, tossing them on the mattress above me. He then proceeded to climb up on me and straddle my stomach.

“Fuck yeah. A hairy gringo! I love it!” he said, running his hand over my chest again. I felt his cock on my stomach. It felt heavy and dangerous. He grabbed a handful of chest hair and pulled hard. Pain shot through my body, causing my dick to bounce. I could feel my precum already running down the side of my shaft, cooling from the air conditioned air as it ran down my shaft, pooling on my trimmed bush.

“Gringo? Does this scare you?” he asked as he waved his monster around in front of my face.

“No” I muttered.

“It should” he answered. “Taste it!” He leaned up and shoved his dick in my mouth. Admittedly, it felt amazing.

“Yeah. But take it all, gringo!” he said as he knee-walked up my body further. I felt his balls scrapping against my stomach and chest as I enveloped more and more of him. Before I knew it, his entire foot of cock was in my mouth and throat. I couldn’t breathe.

“Yeah. That’s it. Just how I like it” he growled. I was helpless impaled by this precious angel now turned sex starved demon. I fought him to back off so I could breath. He pulled out and lightly slapped my face as I gasped for air.

“I thought you could take it, Uncle Billy!” he teased.

“I…” 

“Turn over!” he commanded as he raised off of me. “I want that American ass of yours!”

Amazingly, I did as he demanded. He placed his hands on my hairy butt. “Damn sexy ass hairy Gringo!” he said, before he planted his mouth in the crack of my ass. 

I panted like a tired dog as he ate my hole. No. He didn’t eat my hole. He devoured it. I’ve not had anyone so keen and so good at eating me out like Andres did. And in no time, I was dumping my load between me and the sheets. 

“Ah damn. I was afraid of that” he said as my hole tightened with each dump of seed. “Uncle Billy can’t hold back. And I’m not done yet!”

Before I could look over my shoulder, I felt my hole stretch, then pain, as he sank his entire shaft into me with abandon. I screamed and tried to pull myself away on the sheets, but his hand grasped my shoulders and held me in place. Inch by inch that beast sunk itself into me. I felt as if I was giving birth in reverse. 

“Uncle Billy’s tight!” he groaned as more and more of him split me in half. I thought it was never ending. I buried my face in the crook of my arm and yelled, tears running down my cheeks before I felt him bottom out inside. He moaned.

“Uncle Billy’s the man! You took all of me, Uncle Billy! No one’s been able to do that before” he said as he leaned down onto me, the leverage pulling him out of me somewhat. I could feel his breath on my shoulder as his stomach pressed against my back.

“You’re tight one. You like it, no?”

While the pain was immense, it started to lessen and be replaced with pleasure. Rest assured, having a twelve incher in you without any preparation, there’s always pain. But the amount and intensity of it seemed to fade. He gyrated his hips, causing his dick to bore me out some more. I felt the head continuously graze my prostrate as he swirled it around inside me, boring me out more and more. Our bodies generated intense heat and, in no time, a layer of sweat cemented us together, chest to back. 

He stopped and propped himself up on my shoulders as he withdrew. The void he was creating inside me seemed to suck all my organs into it. He moved his hips around in the process, causing my chute to churn. Almost all the way out, he hesitated.

“Tell your future nephew what you want.”

“I want you –“

“No. Not want. Need. What do you need from your nephew?” he asked.

“I need your seed” I pleaded.

He leaned down. “That’s what I wanted to hear” he whispered. Then he lit into me like it was his last day on earth. The speed and pressure he generated as he punched himself into me over and over and over again was intense. I never dried out – I can only assume that’s due to his leaking of pre. But whatever the reason, I was in both Heaven and Hell. 

I could feel and hear his low hangers slap up against me, in a low pitched kind of way. Andres was relentless. For what seemed like hours he took me to places I hadn’t known since college. Every once in a while, he’d re-angle his attack, causing me instant pain until I got used to it. Then bliss. That is, until he changed it up again. Which he did constantly. I so wanted to turn over and watch him fuck me, but he was having none of that. And with a twelve incher up in me, I couldn’t protest too much.

As he drilled me, I was concerned I’d become too loose for him, so I tried to squeeze myself on him. It must have worked because when I did, his tone of moaning changed. The renewed feel of him tossing my insides around aroused me to the point of another orgasm. My crying turned to moaning and groaning, but when I came this time – with that monster inside me – I wailed like a siren. As I came, he found my prostrate again and, like a pro, kept punching it until I spent every last ounce of liquid from my balls.

“Uncle Billy came again. I can feel your hole around my cock. Nice and tight. Mmmm uncle wants my seed, don’t he. Wants to be bred…”

“Yeah nephew. Breed me!” I screamed. As if he needed permission! He did what he wanted. And what he wanted was to seed me deep. And he did.

“Ahhhh!” he cried as he plowed into me so hard the mattress shifted off of the bed frame. “Si!” he cried as his massive piece swelled and emptied his liquid, Latin soul in my guts. 

Once finished, he pulled out of me swiftly. I felt his wet and still long cock scrape across the back of my legs as he exited my exit. The cold air filling my slowly closing hole caused me to chill.

“Look at that!” I said between breaths as he fingered my abuse hole. “So much cum in you, uncle!”

I rolled over, stomach wet with my second load that was punched out of me. 

“Was it worth it?” he asked as he smiled. The previous, sexual madman now replaced with the sexy school teacher from South America.

“Every inch! My god every inch!” I replied.

He stood up, I was impressed with how hard he remained. And how the light reflected off the semen covered skin of his still throbbing cock. 

“I think it’s time to get dressed. You hungry?” he asked.

“I could eat” I said, wincing as I sat up. He reached out his hand and, grabbing mine, helped me to my shaky legs.

“Let’s shower first. Then we eat.”

I followed his lead into the bathroom. We stepped in together and, unlike all porn you’d see, nothing sexual happened. We cleaned each other (which, to be fair, is still hot). We soaped each other up and rinsed off. We dried off and I drove us to get some food, though I did sit slightly sideways to and from.

That was two years ago. Maria and I never married. We split up not too long after Andres’ visit – turns out she like women better than men. Oh well. That means I don’t have to feel guilty anymore when Andres visits.