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The three of them jumped up and tried to hide their hard cocks as dad laughed and said, “It’s cool guys.  Mark wasn’t sure you would want to come over if you knew his dad was going to be here.  Just so you know, I’m game for what ever you want to do.  I have few limits.”

I looked at the three of them and asked, “Are any of you going to suck him or do I have to start things off?”

Smiling, Steve said, “Fuck it, man, I want his awesome cock,” and with that, he dropped and swallowed my dad’s cock.  Dad began kissing and fondling Andy and Dan as Steve sucked him off.

Moments later dad said he was close to climaxing and Steve sucked even faster.  Dad soon shot his load into Steve’s mouth and after Steve swallowed it all, he pulled off and said, “That was my first daddy load.”

Dad smiled and asked, “You’ve never sucked an older man before?”

“No, sir, I haven’t.  I’ve only had sex with classmates my age,” he replied.

Steve and I watched as dad sucked off Dan and Andy and ate their asses.  Then dad smiled and asked, “Would you boys like another man to join us?”

They were all three eager to have another older man there, and with a smile dad called Dave. With the phone on speaker, we heard him asked if Dave was busy and when Dave said no he said, “How would you like to come over right now and join Mark and I and three of his high school buds?”

“I’m on my way,” Dave replied before quickly hanging up. Less that ten minutes later, Dave walked through the door and upon seeing us naked, began stripping.

The rest of the weekend was spent with the six of us sucking and fucking each other numerous times. Dave even got double fucked a couple of times. For the rest of the school year, the six of us got together about once a month for a weekend.

Graduation arrived, then, it was off to college.  I had enrolled at Baker University three hours away and dad  and loaded our cars and moved me into the dorm.  While unloading my belongings, we met my roommate, Sam Miller, one of the star athletes on the wrestling team. 

Sam stood about six foot tall and appeared to weigh about one ninety, and was all solid muscle. He was shirtless and he had a very sexy light coating of chest hair, which turned me on, as did his large erect nipples.

After introducing myself and my dad, we headed for the car to get the remainder of my belongings and Dad said, “Did you see the build on that  guy?”

“Yes, I did,” I replied, “and I also noticed the bulge in his shorts.”

“So did I,” dad added, “and being room mates and having to use a community shower, you should be able to find out for sure what it’s like.”

“I’ll let you know,” I said.

After taking the last of my things to the room, dad invited Sam to join us for dinner.  He accepted and during our meal, we found out he was nineteen, was from across the state, and that his dad worked as a state police officer.

After dinner, dad dropped us off at the dorm and headed home, promising to call me when he arrived. Sam and I headed for our room and began discussing our likes and dislikes. Finically, we found that we liked a lot of the same things, primarily music and food.

Then, we prepared for bed, he slipped off his jeans and was minus underwear.  He saw me looking and said, ‘I’m sorry if it offends or bothers you, but I find underwear so fucking restrictive.”

“Hey, man, so do I, so if it’s cool with you I’ll go without mine also.”

Smiling, he said, “Hey, go for it.  That will give is something else we have in common.”  I also noticed that as he spoke he was looking me up and down, and of course I was doing the same to him.  

Later, before hitting the sack, I sent dad a text on his cell phone, reading  ‘Hung!  Almost 8.  Cut. Beautiful.’

When dad reached home, he called and let me know he was off the road then said, “I also got your text. Control yourself.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” I replied, laughing. 

Sam and I hit it off rather quickly and spent a lot of out off time together.  I attended his wrestling matches and cheered him on.  Then about two months into the semester, he had a match ut of town and I stayed behind.  

I was working on some work for one of my classes and ran out of printer paper.  I knew he had some and started looking for it.  That is when I found something totally unexpected.

Hidden away was a second laptop and CD player along with a stash of CD‘s. Gay CD’s.  I watched several and couldn’t believe Sam was into sex with men.  Then I found a letter from one of his high school classmates talking about their times having a sixty-nine or fucking each other in the woods, saying he wished he hadn’t joined the army.

I replaced everything as I had found it so he would never know I was there.  Then, I jerked two hung loads out of my rock hard cock.  I had made up my mind that I was going to have sex with him sooner or later, preferably sooner.  But how?

I called dad and told him what I had found and asked for his suggestion on how to approach Sam. He said to let him think about it and he would cal l me back.

The next day, dad called and said that he had put one of his gay magazines in the male to me and when I received it to accidentally leave it out where Sam would see it, but not make it obvious.

I thought about dad’s suggestion but decided against it in case another guy came in and happened to see it. I decided to be more straight forward about it.  I ran different ideas through my head and decided to be somewhat forward without coming right out and telling him I wanted to get him in bed.

He returned from his match and we talked about his wins and about the other wrestlers.  Then, the following day, knowing what time he should be returning to our room after his classes, I made sure I was wearing only my briefs, and had then around my knees and was stroking my hard cock when he entered the room. 

Upon entering and seeing me, he froze momentarily, then quickly closed the door and said, “Fuck it man, what the hell are you doing?”

Trying to look surprised, I stopped and said, “What the fuck does it look like? I’m horny and getting my rocks off.”

I looked him over and could see that the bulge in his jeans was growing and I said, “I’ll bet you any amount of money that you do it too.”

“On occasion,” he confessed.

“Feel free to join me. I’ve done it with buds in high school.” I said.

Smiling, he said, “Shit, why not, and you’re right. I do it quite often.”

“Well, now we can do it any time we want to since we know that we both do it, and have seen each other in action.”

He got up and flipped the lock on the door and quickly removed his shorts and shirt. Then, after stepping closer to my bed, he sat down next to me and began stroking his beautiful, thick, hard cock.

Then, I decided to take things a little further and see his reaction.

“Last year in high school, I had a couple of the football players that took turns sucking me off, and it was awesome.”

“Was it known around that they sucked your cock?” he asked.

“Fuck no!  No one knew but me.  They were popular football jocks and no one dreamed that they sucked cock, but I sure enjoyed it.  I miss them.”

Then, looking at him as we both stroked our cocks, I asked, “have you ever had a guy suck you off?”

“In fact, I have.  It was my next door neighbor.  He blew me almost daily before I left for college.”

“I bet you miss him. I know I miss my buds,” I said.

“Mark, can I ask a personal question?  If you don’t want to answer I’ll understand and it won’t change our friendship.”

“Ask away,” I replied knowing what he was going to ask.

Then, as expected, he asked, “Did you ever suck them?”

“Just between me and you, yes I did.  Did you suck your bud?”

“Oh yes, often,” he replied.

I moved closer and as I reached for his cock, he reached for mine, and seconds later our lips met and we started a hot passionate wet tongue kiss.  

After a few moments, he changed position and seconds later we were engaged in our first of many mutual blow jobs.  After we devoured each others loads, he smiled and said, “That was a dream come true.  Now will you fuck me later?”

“Only if you promise to fuck me in return,” I replied.

We stretched out on my bed and made hot passionate love, kissing and licking each others bodies.  Then he caught me off guard when he raised my legs and buried his tongue in my hole and began tongue fucking my ass. Moaning in pleasure I said, “I’ll give you three days to stop.”

“Do I have to?” he asked.  

“No, but when you do, I want to eat yours.”

“Mark, it’s yours anytime you want it,” he said.

“Sam, I have a confession to make,” I told him.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“When you came into the room and found me jerking, it was all a set up. I felt sure you were into playing.”

“What gave it away?” he asked.

I told him about running out of printer paper and finding his DVD’s and magazines that were hidden.

Smiling, he said, “I’m glad you did.  I’ve been wanting you but didn’t think you played.  Now, I want you to fuck me.”

I fucked him then sucked him dry and later he fucked and sucked me. Sex became an almost daily thing.

Without Sam knowing, I phoned dad and told him to come that weekend for a visit.  I filled him in  on what had transpired and that I wanted to surprise Sam and he said he would come visit and get a motel room.

Friday arrived and after going out to dinner, the three of us returned to dad’s motel room. Dad and I had decided on how to get things started, so he went into the bathroom and stripped totally naked.  Then, with his cock hard, he returned to the room and said, “Are we going to party or not?”

In total shock, Sam looked at dad and said, “What the fuck!” as I started laughing.  Looking at Sam, I said, “Hey, man, it’s cool.  He plays also.”

“No shit? Your dad is into man sex also?” he asked.

“Yes, and we thought you might like to join us for the weekend,” I said.

“Oh, man, you better fucking believe it.  This is fucking awesome. I want to watch you and your dad get it on first.  I think it’s so cool that you both play.”

I stripped and as dad and I started making out on the bed, first by kissing and fondling each other, Sam stripped totally nude.  Then he watched as dad and I began a hot sixty-nine.  Then, after a few minutes, he came up next to me and said, “Let me have some of that.”

I pulled off dad’s cock and immediately, Sam swallowed it. Then dad released mine and began a sixty-nine with Sam as I watched the action and stroked.

They soon got each other off and Sam then watched as I fucked my dad’s hot tight ass, and dad moaned in pleasure.

By the time the weekend was over, we had all sucked and fucked each other several times, and Sam was saying how awesome the weekend had been.  Dad and I agreed that there would be more weekends for Sam to join in on.

Throughout college, Sam and I remained roommates and had sex together and with my dad.  Then for graduation, dad took us both to a gay nudist camp where sex was between groups and out in the open.

I went to work for a realtor and got my realtor’s license and began showing homes to singles and couples.  I had moved back to town where dad was but had my own place.  Business was fairly good and I still did some playing with dad and Steve, who was now a patrolman with the local police department.  It was so hot havignhim stop by in the evening in full uniform and drop to his knees and suck my cock dry.  Sam and I still saw each other about once a month and he loved seeing a cop suck his cock or fucking a cop in the ass.

I had several hot customers, mostly married, that I would have taken to bed if the opportunity arose, but one in particular caught my interest and I became suspicious of him.

His name was Clay Webber, and he was the vice president of a very upscale security company.  He was recently divorced and was looking for a place of his own and something that afforded him some privacy. 

Each home I found for him had something wrong and he would tell me to keep looking.  Either the location was wrong, it was too small, or  the other houses were too close and he had no privacy.  The one thing I did notice was that on each home showing, he seemed to get a little more friendly. 

After six or seven showings, Clay was now putting his arm around my shoulders, hugging me and even giving me a slap on the butt. I was actually enjoying it and wondered if he had an ulterior motive.

I finally found a home I felt sure he would like.  The previous owner had been transferred out of state and had the house priced to sell fast.  

I called Clay and told him I felt sure that I had the right house for him this time.  I told him that it was a three bedroom two bath, with large den, formal dining room, and pool all on ten wooded acres. When I finished, he said he wanted to see it immediately.

I met him at his office and we rode out to the property in my car. Once at the house, the more we looked around the more excited he got.  Then after stepping out onto the patio and seeing the pool, he looked around and blurted out, “Man, I can fucking go skinny dipping out here and not worry about neighbors.”

As he said this, he stepped closer to me and very casually let his right hand rest against my crotch, pushing slightly against my cock.

I waited to see if it was an accident or on purpose and when, after a few seconds, he hadn’t moved it, I casually asked, “You like what your feeling?”

Looking at me he smiled and said, “The question is, are you liking it?”

“In fact I am and if you want it, go for it.,” I told him, not believing he actually would, at least not at that moment.  However, to my surprise, he quickly reached over and unzipped my slacks, and since I was commando, he easily extracted my cock.

I spread my legs and stood my ground as I looked him in the eye.  A second later, he dropped to his knees and in the blink of an eye, he was on his knees and hungrily sucking my cock.

I moaned in pleasure while he hungrily sucked my cock, and soon fed him my huge thick load.  Hungrily, he milked me dry, swallowing every drop of my load.

Then as he stood up, I dropped and without saying a work, quickly unzipped his trousers and extracted his hard cock.  As I swallowed it, he moaned and said, “I was hoping that you might play, but wasn’t sure.  It’s all yours, stud.”

I hungrily sucked him to completion and after devouring his load, I stood and kissed him and after the kiss I laughed and said, “That’s the first time I ever sucked a client.

After kissing me, he smile d and said, “Let’s go sign those papers and make this place mine.”  

Three weeks later he moved in and the following weekend, he invited me and four other guys for a house warming, however the house warming took place on the patio in the form of a wild six man orgy poolside.  

Besides Clay and I, there were four of his closest friends, of which two of them worked with him and one was a member of the state police, and one was a local marine recruiter.  It was an awesome day and at one point, I was fucking the state cop while sucking the marine.  

The following weekend Clay invited me back and I asked if I could bring a guest.  He said I could and if he wasn’t into sex, it was cool but he had to be willing to go nude.  I assured him that my friend loved being nude. 

However, when we arrived, he totally surprised to have me introduce him to my dad.  He watched in amazement as dad and I casually stripped and tossed out clothes on a table.  But really shocked him was later , when he stepped up next to dads chair and handed him a beer and dad sat up and swallowed his cock and began sucking him.

He looked at me in total shock and as I smiled, I said, “Who do you think taught me what I know?”  later, we had a wild three way with not only sucking and fucking but it also included some fist fucking.

Clay has recently asked me to move in with him and share his life, and I am seriously considering it.  Dad said I was crazy if I refused, and Clay gave me just one stipulation and that was we lived nude twenty-four/seven when home, and all our guest  were free to go nude also.

I move in this weekend.

It was a pleasant summer evening, two days after my encounter with Manny. It had rained heavily earlier in the day and as a result, the evening was considerably cooler than normal. The sky was clear and despite the city glare there were quite a few stars becoming visible in the fading twilight. I sat on my backyard deck, sipping some whiskey, and thinking about Manny. That kid had awakened an intense lust in me that I didn’t know I’d had and I desperately wanted another sexual encounter with him. And strangely for some reason, I felt like I wanted to get to know him as a person, though I had no idea why I felt this way. There was just something about him besides the obvious sexual appeal. I had told him to drop by anytime, but I really didn’t know if he would or not. The look he had given me when he left that day made me think he was at least considering it, if for no other reason than to have a legitimate shot at my tequila. But a good looking guy like him no doubt had an active social life; hell, he probably had a girlfriend. No, I told myself, I had had my first and probably last encounter with Manuel Campos. I refilled my whiskey glass and let my thoughts drift elsewhere. 

Twilight departed and the night came on full. I was more than a little buzzed from the whiskey, so I decided to head inside, get in bed and read a book until sleep overtook me. I managed to stumble down the hallway, definitely feeling the alcohol, but still more or less functional. Once in my bedroom, I stood next to my bed and got undressed. I stripped off my shirt and tossed it away, but when I tried to pull off my jeans while still standing up, my semi-drunk state caused me to lose my balance and I fell on my ass, then collapsed flat on my back on the floor. 

Feeling utterly stupid for having drunk too much, I rested on the floor for a minute and determined that I wasn’t hurt. I found myself looking under my bed and saw something under there that didn’t look right. Reaching under the bed, I grabbed it and pulled it out; it was something made of cloth. Looking at it in the light, I realized what it was. It was Manny’s underwear; the teal colored bikini briefs that I had cut off him with my hunting knife before fucking him that day. I sat up and finished taking off my jeans. I wasn’t wearing underwear, so now I was naked. I stood up carefully, Manny’s ruined briefs still clutched in my hand. I had tossed them aside after cutting them off, so they must have been inadvertently kicked under the bed somehow. I held them to my face and inhaled deeply. They still held his scent, that intoxicating aroma that I remember from sucking his cock. I felt my own cock start to get hard. 

I pulled open my nightstand drawer and grabbed my bottle of lube. I laid down on my bed, on my back and poured lube all over my rapidly hardening cock. I held his briefs to my nose with my right hand and started jacking off with my left. Oh fuck Manny, I thought, you’re not here, but I can smell you through the sexy underwear you left behind. I inhaled his scent again and again, the combination of masculine musk and youthful cleanness making my cock so hard it almost hurt. I was stroking myself like mad now, remembering every erotic sensation of our fuck session; his beautiful face, his tight sexy body, that incredible ass that I fucked hard and almost destroyed, the taste of his cock when I sucked him off at the end, his huge cum load filling my mouth. I continued pounding my meat, writhing around in my bed, thinking, damn Manny, if only you were here right now, I’d let you do anything to me you wanted, just to see you naked again and to feel your body against mine just one more time. I felt my orgasm building as the scent from his underwear filled my nose and soon I couldn’t hold it any longer and my cock erupted and shot cum everywhere; my stomach, my chest, even my face and the headboard behind me. I kept stroking until I had gotten every possible drop, then ignoring the sticky mess on my body, I rolled over and fell into a deep sleep borne of drunkenness and sexual exhaustion.

I work in a bank and the following day was the usual mix of tedium due to paperwork and suppressed rage at my stupid clients who can’t manage a simple checking account. Back at home, I picked up my mail from the mailbox, tossed it on the kitchen counter, then changed clothes and headed for the gym. It was chest and shoulders day, followed by my usual forty minutes on the lifecycle. I always shower at the gym, so I can check out the men in the locker room. The clientele at my gym is mostly Latino; I’m attracted to all types of men, but Latinos can make my cock hard just by their very presence. There were a few handsome ones there, but they failed to spark my interest that night and I soon realized why. They weren’t Manny.

By the time I got home it was dark. I decided it was best to skip the whiskey tonight, grabbed a Perrier from the refrigerator and starting going through the mail. There was a postcard from Banana Republic advertising their latest sale. A request for money from the Red Cross. And a plain white envelope, with no postage or address. Inside there was a brief printed note that read as follows:

I know you said to come over anytime, but I didn’t want to be knocking on your door and you not be home. And I don’t have your phone number or email, so I’m putting mine in this note. I need to talk to you soon, please.
Manny

His information was listed at the bottom of the note. I just stood there stunned and delighted. He wants to see me again, I thought, but just to talk. What in hell could he want to talk to me about? The only way to find out was to invite him over. Today was Wednesday and I wouldn’t be off again until the weekend. I went to my office, fired up my laptop and sent him an email inviting him over on Saturday at 2:00 p.m. I would visit the gym in the morning and still have to time to get the house cleaned up for his arrival that afternoon. Even though he said he just wanted to talk, I felt my pulse start to race. Manny would be back, here in my house, just the two of us. Maybe I would sit next to him while we talked and put my arm around him and then; oh for fuck’s sake, I said to myself stop it would you? I shook my head and told myself to get a grip; you don’t know what he wants yet, so just let him come over and talk and see what happens afterward. Before I went to bed that night, I got a response to my email:

Cool. See you then.

The next two days passed at an agonizingly slow pace. All I could think about was seeing him again, even if nothing sexual happened. I would try to keep my hands off him, respect his desire for conversation and let him set the pace and tone. When Saturday finally rolled around, I did an intense workout at the gym in the morning, then came home and cleaned the house from top to bottom. I wanted to make a good impression on him. At 2:00 p.m. sharp, I heard a knock on the front door. I suddenly felt anxious and my palms started to sweat. Jesus Christ, I wondered, what’s wrong with me? One week ago, I had total sexual control over this young man and now I’m perspiring and twitching like a nervous schoolboy on his first date. I took a deep breath, opened the door and there he stood. “Hey man,” he said. “Hey Manny,” I replied and just stood there staring at him. He was wearing a plain black tank top, grey sweatpants and sandals. I could tell from his obvious dick print that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I don’t know if that was deliberate on his part, but I couldn’t help staring. “Hey!” he barked, “you gonna keep staring at my junk or are you going to let me in?” I felt foolish and said, “Yes, of course, come on in. Living room is to the left. Make yourself comfortable. You want something to drink, water, Coke, juice?” “Naw man, I’m good,” he answered and went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. I followed and sat in the chair opposite him. He gave me a hard stare and said, “You seem nervous man. You weren’t nervous the last time we met, were you?” “Yeah,” I said, feeling my self-control return, “that’s because last time you were an intruder. Today, you’re my guest. You said you wanted to talk. So talk.”

Now he looked uncomfortable. He looked away from me, then at his hands, then the ceiling, then finally back at me while his hands fidgeted. “I want to talk about last Sunday,” he said. “Yeah, I figured as much,” I said. “What about it?” I asked. He was quiet for a minute, then suddenly said, “I ain’t gay man!” I had sort of expected something like this. I said nothing, just let him continue. “I ain’t gay,” he repeated, “but, some of what we did…I kind of, you know….,” and his voice trailed off. I knew, but I wanted him to say it. “Know what Manny?” I asked as gently as I could. “I, uh, I kind of; damn, man I don’t want to say it out loud, fuck!” he said, frustrated and yes, scared. I felt sorry for the kid, so I helped him by saying, “You kind of liked some of what we did, didn’t you?” He looked at me, then nodded, “Yeah,” he said in a low voice, “I liked some of it.” He paused and then said, “Shit, I can’t fucking believe I just said that.” 

“It’s okay Manny,” I reassured him. “I think you know I’m not going to judge you badly because of this, right?” He looked up at me, then suddenly laughed and said in a more relaxed tone of voice, “No man, I definitely don’t think you’ll judge me. Not after what we did together or more like what you did to me, right?” He gave me a wise-ass grin and seemed less tense now and I was glad. I laughed also and said, “That’s better, now we can really talk, okay?” “Yeah, okay, we can talk now,” he said. “Good,” I said, “so, I know you liked it when I massaged your back.” He nodded and said, “Yeah man, that felt really good. I kind of admire guys that are strong and muscular, you know?” I didn’t know of course. “Really?” I asked. “Like me, you mean?” He hesitated a bit, then said, “Yeah, man like you.” I stood up and stripped off my t-shirt, so that all I was wearing was a pair of loose cotton shorts. I was proud of my muscular physique, but never felt the need to show it off. Until now. “What do you think kid? Not too bad for an old guy, huh?” I asked. He laughed and said, “Yeah man, not bad at all. Actually, you um, you look good,” he said with a slight nervous tremor in his voice. I watched his eyes run over every inch of me. “Yeah, you look solid man,” he said. “Feels solid too,” I said. “Come over here and feel it.”

He looked a little uncertain, but he got up and came over to me. I flexed my biceps and he ran his hands over them. “Damn man, that’s some hard muscle,” he said admiringly, “you must work out a lot.” “Six days a week,” I said. “Nice man, real nice,” he said looking me over again. “Touch my chest,” I said. He ran his hands over my chest; my pecs aren’t bulging, but defined and solid. The feel of his young hands on my body was exquisite; he was caressing, rubbing and kneading. “You got a nice touch Manny,” I said. He gave me a shy smile and said, “Thanks man,” then, “I ain’t never touched another man like this before. I kinda like it. Don’t know why, but I do.” “I like it too,” I said. He gave me a wise grin and said, “Yeah, I bet you do.” “So, while you’re feeling me up,” I said, earning a giggle from him, “tell me what else you liked from last time.”

He was running his hands over my abs now. He looked up at me and said, “Man, you’re abs are amazing.” “Um, Manny, I asked you a question,” I said. “I mean not just flat as hell,” he said, “but cut, wow.” “Manny!” I barked, a little too sharply, “Tell me what you….” “Your dick!” he barked back, interrupting me, “okay? I liked seeing your dick.” He paused and then muttered, “Damn, another thing I can’t believe I just said.” He stopped putting his hands on me, stepped back a little and took on a hangdog expression, then said, “I mean, yeah, you were right, it was the first real man’s dick I’d ever seen, not like the guys in the high school locker room. I mean some of them were kinda hung, but they were still boys you know, it’s just not the same as, you know, a man.” He paused again, then said, “And you are definitely hung.” “Oh please,” I said, “mine’s no bigger than yours.” He laughed, “Yeah, whatever man.” “I’m serious,” I said, “come on, take yours out and we’ll compare them.” I dropped my shorts and stood there naked and semi-hard. “Come on Manny, show a little courage,” I taunted him. He gave me a somewhat defiant look and said, “Alright then,” and lowered his sweatpants just enough to pull his cock out.

Seeing that gorgeous brown cock again filled me with lust. “Good,” I said, “now come over here, close to me and put your cock next to mine.” He shuffled over to me until we were face to face, chest to chest and cock to cock. I held his in my left hand and my own in my right and put them next to each other. “There you see,” I said, “practically identical.” “Yeah,” he said, “except yours is pale as hell,” and he looked up at me with that seductive grin of his. I smiled back at him and started rubbing our cocks together. I felt his starting to get hard along with my own. “How’s that feel?” I asked. He let out a little moan of pleasure and said, “Good man, it feels real good.” I gave him a kiss on the forehead and he looked me straight in the eyes and his face enraptured me as it did before and I couldn’t wait any longer and I kissed him on the lips.

He reacted at once, his tongue invading my mouth, seeking out my tongue and massaging it with the same passion he showed last time, only this time it wasn’t defiance or surrender, it was desire and yes, lust. I kissed him back with equal intensity while still rubbing our cocks together, then broke the kiss to catch my breath. He was breathing heavily now; he looked me in the eyes yet again and said in a low moan, “Oh fuck man, I’m so damned horny right now; I can’t believe this is happening again; why are you doing this to me man?” “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left that day,” I said, staring right back into those beautiful dark eyes. I brought my hands up to caress his face. “Because you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met. Because I want you naked in my bed again. Only this time, you get to say no if you don’t want to do something. This time I’m not threatening you with anything. This time it’s just two men who want to make each other feel good.” I kissed his lips again, then said, “Sound good to you?” My hands caressed his neck now and I could feel his pulse racing and he said nothing just closed his eyes and nodded his head vigorously. “Good,” I said, “now look at me Manny.” He opened his eyes. “I want to suck your cock,” I said. His eyes widened. “Really?” he whispered. “Yeah, really,” I said. “Please Manny, I want your cock in my mouth so fucking bad” I pleaded, “Can I Manny?” “Take it man,” he said, still in a whisper.

My arousal was becoming an obsession. I dropped to my knees immediately. He was still fully clothed. I pulled his sandals off and tossed them aside, then pulled his sweatpants off completely; now he was naked except for his tank top. I took his thick, eight inch cock in my hand again, just stroking it, mesmerized by its beauty and the lush scent radiating from his groin and I looked up to see his reaction; he stared down at me with a growing awareness that he was in control here, not like before. He saw that my lust would drive me to do anything for him and that realization caused a small smile to appear on his face. “Yeah man, it’s all yours,” he said, “suck it all you want.” Still looking in his face, I whispered, “Thank you,” and I took all of it into my mouth and started sucking like I was starving.

His cock tasted incredible, the sweat and funk like nectar on my tongue; his scent was stronger today, his pubic hair was damp with perspiration and the smell of him drove me wild, almost insane. My cock was a solid throbbing beast and I reached down to stroke it while my lips and tongue caressed and enveloped his cock, sliding all the way down it so the head hit the back of my throat and my nose was deep into his pubes and then back up to tease the head with the tip of my tongue, before plunging my mouth down upon it again, loving that I had this beautiful young man’s tool in my possession once more. “Do my balls man,” he said and I slobbered spit on his cock so I could keep stroking it while I dove under it to lick and suck his nuts. I ran my tongue all over his ball sack for a few minutes; it was just as sweaty and smelly as the rest of his junk and I fucking loved it. I took his right nut into my mouth and sucked on it for a bit, then released it and took the left one as well and heard him moan, “Fuck yeah man, suck those balls, yeah that’s right, you’re doing great man, now get back on that dick,” and I obeyed and shoved his cock back down my throat again.

I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth. I wanted his load somewhere else. I took my mouth off his cock, looked back up at him and said, “I want something else Manny.” He reached his hand down to gently stroke the side of my face and he asked in an almost tender voice, “Yeah baby? What you want? Tell me,” and the confident look on his face told me he knew what I wanted, so I just said it, “I want you to fuck me Manny; I want that cock in my ass; please Manny, fuck me.” He finally stripped off his tank top, threw it in my face and said, “Get up,” and then he headed for the bedroom. I got up, letting his tank top fall to the floor and followed him. When I got there he already had the lube from my nightstand on the bed and he was standing there, his lean, wiry body gloriously naked and on display, his cock rock hard and jutting out proudly. He grabbed his tool and shook it at me, “You want this up your ass, huh?” he asked. “Yes Manny, please fuck me, fuck me hard,” I begged, “I want it more than anything.” He cocked his head and gave me an evil grin, “You’re begging aren’t you?” he asked and I moved closer to him and took his cock in my hand and said, “Yes Manny, I’m begging because I want you so badly.” “Bitches beg,” he said, “ain’t that what you told me last time?” “Yeah, and I’ll be your bitch, Manny; I’ll do anything, just give me that cock in my ass,” and he suddenly embraced me and kissed me, deep and passionately and then whispered into my ear, “No man, no bitches here, just two men, making each other feel good, like you said. Get up on the bed man, hands and knees.” He looked directly into my eyes and said with a smile, “Like I was last time.”

I practically jumped on the bed and got into position, my ass up in the air, ready for his cock. He got behind me and I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. “Damn,” he said, “you got a well-muscled butt also.” “It’s all yours Manny,” I said, “tear it up, use it, fuck it hard.” I heard him pop open the bottle of lube, heard it squirt as he poured some on his fingers, then felt him jam what had to be at least three fingers up my fuck hole. I winced slightly; I hadn’t had anything or anyone up my ass in over a year. He didn’t notice my discomfort; he was working my hole with his lubed up fingers, getting me ready. I heard him slicking up his cock with lube and then he asked, “How much lube should I put on me man?” I couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his inexperience, but knowing how tight my ass was, I said, “A lot Manny, get it real slick.” “Okay man,” he said, then he asked, “you ready man?” “Fuck yeah, I’m ready kid, take it,” I said.

I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole and I braced myself for the pain I knew I would feel when he entered me, the pain I wanted and welcomed. I felt him push harder, “Damn, you’re tight man,” he said and then he shoved even harder and his cock head finally penetrated me, and I gasped in pain, “Awww, fuck that hurts!!!” and he was apologetic, “Man, I’m sorry,” and I said, “Shove it in Manny, I want you to fucking hurt me, tear my ass up kid,” and I heard him take a deep breath and he slammed all eight inches into me at once and started fucking. “Yeah, that’s it Manny, fuck me, fuck that ass hard, oh god it hurts, don’t fucking stop” and I felt him hitting my prostate and it was pleasure and pain both and I moaned, “Oh fuck yeah Manny, you’re hitting it just right, yeah, you like that ass baby?” and he sighed blissfully and said, “Fuck yeah man, it feels damn good, your asshole feels so fucking good on my dick, so smooth, so tight,” and he kept fucking me from behind with a steady, powerful thrusting. It felt so right and good to be on my hands and knees, submitting my ass to this sexy young stud, to let him stretch my hole, to use me for his pleasure, to have him hurt me, please me, fuck me.

“Damn,” he said, “I can’t believe I’m fucking another man, I ain’t never had a fuck this good before, my dick is so fucking hard and your ass is so fucking sweet man, fuck yeah, I’m gonna be hittin’ this again, for sure,” and I thought, god I sure hope so and I said, “It’s yours baby, anytime you want, damn Manny that fucking huge dick feels so good, yeah fucking pound me, hard as you can,” and his cock pumped my ass like a machine piston, steady, hard and relentless, making me feel every inch; suddenly he pulled out and was slapping my ass cheeks with his cock and I begged him, “Please Manny, put that big cock back inside me,” and he ordered me, “Get on your fucking back, now,” and I obeyed immediately, “and spread your legs for me,” and I grabbed the back of my thighs and pulled my legs open as wide as I could for him, opening myself up to him like a common whore and he got his cock in position and slammed it back inside me, making me cry out, “Owww fuck Manny, god damn that hurts,” and he was fucking me missionary style now and he looked in my eyes and said, “That’s what you want, ain’t it man?” and I was so glad to have his cock back in my ass and I said, “Yeah baby, tear it up like you own it,” and he was fucking me like a savage animal, ramming it in as hard as he could, his pace quickening, his balls slapping my ass, his gaze never leaving mine and I was in such ecstasy that I felt light headed; I reached down and started stroking my cock while he fucked me, he kept hitting my prostate something fierce and my cock was as hard as his felt in my ass and I stroked it like mad to relieve the tension; I wanted him to fuck me forever, but his pounding got faster and faster and his face tensed up and he was breathing much heavier now and I knew he was close, so I said, “Yeah Manny give it to me, shoot that fucking load in my ass,” and he started to moan, “Oh shit man, I’m cumming, oh fuck I’m ‘bout to bust a nut in your ass, yeah here it comes man, here it fucking comes, oh fuck!!!” and I felt the pulsing of his cock as he pumped his seed into me, his cum was hot and thick and I felt it coating the inside of my fuck hole and the pleasure was so intense that I came also, shooting my own load on my stomach and chest, and he kept thrusting in me, filling me with more of his spunk, until there was so much my ass couldn’t hold it all and I felt it drip out of my hole and wet the bedsheets.

He kept fucking me until he had no cum left and his cock finally went limp and slipped out of my hole and he collapsed on top of me exhausted. “God damn,” he said in my ear, still breathing heavily, “that was amazing. Oh fuck that was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had.” For a split second I wondered exactly how much he had had up to this point but then he raised himself up on his elbow so he could look me in the face and in an astonished tone he said, “I can’t believe I just fucked you. I can’t believe I just fucked a man,” and I raised my head up and kissed him quickly on the lips and said, “Yes, you certainly did and very well I might add. My ass will be sore for days,” and he laughed and said, “Yeah, I know how you feel,” and then we both laughed and he smiled at me and then kissed my lips. He looked down at my messy cum load that was now on his belly as well and said, “That must be yours.” “Yes sir,” I replied. “Maybe we should hop in the shower?” he asked. “Maybe we should,” I said.

We got in the shower, turned the water on as hot as we could stand it and then embraced under the spray. I held him out from me a little just so I could look at him and think about how he had come into my life and how quickly I was starting to feel affection for him as well as sexual attraction. We started soaping each other up when all of a sudden the thought came to me that I didn’t know his age. “Manny, how old are you?” I asked. He looked at me with that roguish grin of his, water dripping down his face and said, “Shouldn’t you have asked me that before we started fucking?” “Well, yeah, I should have, but seriously kid, how old are you?” I asked. “I’m twenty-one,” he replied, then smiled and said, “Which means you should probably stop calling me kid.” I laughed and said, “I will, if you stop calling me old man.” “What should I call you then,” he asked. “I don’t even know your name.” I felt like a complete jackass for not having told him. “Eric,” I said, “my name is Eric.” He shook my hand with exaggerated formality and said, “Nice to finally meet you Eric.” I laughed foolishly and then hugged him again.

We dried off, retrieved our scattered clothes and got dressed. While watching him dress, I said, “I really like you Manny. I wish you didn’t have to leave.” “Who says I need to leave?” he said. “Besides, aren’t you forgetting something? Something you promised me if I came back to visit?” he asked with a cocky grin. I looked back at him in confusion. “I don’t know. What did I forget?” I asked. “Tequila,” he said with a smug look on his face. I laughed and got the bottle and two glasses. I poured a generous amount for us both and we sat together on the sofa and talked for a while. I told him what I did for a living, that I was from Florida, but had been living in Dallas for over twenty years, that I missed my home state, but had done well here and was happy. He told me that he mostly worked for his father, but that he loved to draw and had even sold some of his drawings, though not for very much money he admitted. “What gym do you use?” he asked suddenly. “L.A. Fitness, over on Forest Lane near the Cinemark,” I replied, “Why do you ask?” “Cause I need to find a new one,” he said. “I’m with 24 Hour Fitness, but they’re too far away and it’s dirty and half the machines are broken.” “L.A. Fitness is just five minutes away,” I said, “and it’s clean and well maintained. Plus they have special sign up rates all the time. You should check them out.” “Yeah man, I will,” he said. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then asked, “If I join your gym?” he paused, then added, “You want to be workout buddies?”

To Be Continued….

There are a few places in town where homeless guys hang out. It’s usually wooded areas, or places where they can expect not to be hassled by the police. One such place is an abandoned house a mile or so from where I live. It’s been empty for years, and I’ve noticed some evidence of squatters as I’ve passed the place. Recently I ventured in through an unlocked back door and stumbled onto a goldmine. 

As I walked across the threshold, I was greeted by the smell of moldy carpeting and rot. I moved through the ruined living room, past the kitchen, and down the hallway. The first bedroom door was closed so I kept exploring. The other bedrooms were open and empty, and I headed back to the first one I’d passed. As I leaned close to the door, I could hear the faint sounds of snores coming from inside. I held my breath as I eased open the door, and saw a mattress on the bare floor, surrounded by empty beer cans and junk food wrappers. In the middle of the mattress was a thin-framed man, laying facedown and sound asleep. Though I couldn’t see his face, I knew him right away: Jason.

I only knew his name because I’d seen his picture in the paper after he was arrested for panhandling. But I had seen him plenty of other times. He was a 20-something Asian guy with a lean tan body and full lips that I was dying to seep wrapped around my cock. He was homeless, and I’d always see him in the places the homeless hang out in my city: the McDonald’s locations that didn’t mind people loitering; the library; on the bus. Basically, any place that a person could hang out without being expected to spend money was someplace I’d likely run into Jason. I’d also seen him standing in the median of a major highway, holding a cardboard sign and begging for money. Every time I saw him, I’d think, “Enough money, I bet he’d do anything…”

It was midday, and hot as hell, so he was wearing only baggy basketball shorts and a tank top. His tan skin had the sheen of slight perspiration, and all I wanted in that moment was to lick him and taste the saltiness of it. I crept slowly up to the mattress, but before I made any moves, I wanted to see how deeply he was sleeping. I’d need at least a few seconds of sound sleep to do what I planned to do. I cleared my throat loudly and asked, “Hey man, you okay?” I figured if that woke him up, I could pretend to just be a concerned passerby. But he slumbered on. Score. I eased my own shorts down to my ankles, and started playing with my dick. In no time at all, I was hard as a rock and ready for some fun. I knelt by the foot of the mattress and grasped the bottom of his shorts. As quickly and smoothly as possible, I pulled them down and off of him. The boxers he had on beneath them were pulled slightly down as well, and I was treated to the sight of about three inches of ass crack, and the smoothest ass I’ve ever seen. My dick throbbed, like it knew what was coming and it couldn’t wait to dive in. 

One more swift tug and his boxers joined his shorts on the floor. With his entire ass exposed, I could see wiry black hairs peeking out of his crack. The musky smell of his sweaty ass filled my nostrils and turned me on so much I felt dizzy. As much as I wanted to run my hands up and down his smooth legs, I couldn’t risk waking him up before I had to chance to fuck him. I leaned over his prone body and spit into the crack of his ass–he still didn’t stir. Then I spit on my own dick, getting it primed for some exploration. I gently moved into position, straddling him and lining up the head of my dick with his spitty ass crack. I pushed my dick into his sweaty ass, hoping for enough time to at least get the tip in before he awoke. Just as my mushroom tip popped past his sphincter, he moaned and tried to sit up. I quickly pressed my upper body against his, pinning him to the mattress. I slipped my left arm around his upper body–pinning his arms to his sides–and clamped my right hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. I’m not sure if it was the dick in his ass, or the feeling of another man holding him down, but he woke up pretty quickly after that. I guess getting violated by a stranger will do that.

He tried resisting, but I had him bound pretty good. I had his upper body pinned with the weight of mine, and my dick in his ass kept him in place. He wriggled and writhed, but he wasn’t going anywhere. He let out a few low grunts as he tried to escape my grasp, but I let him know it wasn’t going to do any good. 

“You can fight all you want, but that just turns me on. I love raping little faggots like you.”

I saw his eyes widen as he processed my words, and it turned me on to no end. I forced the length of my engorged cock into his ass, reveling in the tightness of his sphincter. He squealed against the hand I had over his mouth, wordlessly protesting the invasion of my dick. 

The harder I fucked him, the more he fought me. He strained against the arm I had around him, struggling mightily to get from beneath me. But I had him pinned good, and I wasn’t going to stop until I dumped my load in his sweet boy pussy. I could feel our sweat mixing as I pushed myself inside of him. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long.

“You like that dick, Jason?” I heard him gasp as I said his name, and he tried to twist his head to see who was deflowering him. I still had my hand over his mouth, so it was easy to keep him facing forward.

“That’s right, I know all about you. I see you all the time begging for money. You should thank me: now that you know you can take a dick, you can start turning tricks now. You’re going to be the most popular whore in this city. Guys will be lined up for a turn in this pussy!”

He let out a muffled whine as he submitted to the ass pounding I was giving him. Just hearing his tortured cry was enough to send me over the edge into bliss. 

“Fuck yeah! Take my cum, slut. I’m gonna make a proper faggot out of you!” With that, I fired off five shots of fresh jizz into his anal canal. Realizing it was over, he whimpered and went limp. I leaned close to his ear and whispered, “I’ll be keeping an eye out for you, boy. Next time, I’m gonna put you on your knees and make you suck my dick. You’d like that wouldn’t you? On your knees like a whore, drinking Daddy’s cum?” I kissed him gently on the cheek and told him to count to 100 before he got up. Before walking out of the house, I pulled out my cell phone and got a picture of the cum that was starting to drip out of his abused hole. Nothing like a souvenir from a good time. 

In the 1970’s I finished pharmacy school and took a job in the mountains of upper East Tennessee region.  I had an international scout that my grandpa had driven for years and I loved that vehicle. While I was in school my grandpa kept it serviced for me.  He replaced the tires as a graduation gift when it was obvious I was moving to the mountains for my first job.  A couple of cold winter mornings my vehicle was dead….didn’t want to turn over in the frigid cold weather.  My grandpa had purchased me a membership for AAA while I was in pharmacy school. When I called for a service call the man on the phone said the nearest dispatch was in Bristol.  I had only been at my job a couple of months so I really hadn’t made that many friends.  I called work and told them I was going to be late.  One of the ladies who worked the counter told me to sit tight….he son would come pick me up and give me a ride.  The kid arrived in fifteen minutes and he pulled up in an old pickup truck.  We chatted as we headed to the drug store.  

Once I got to work and had my first cup of coffee I asked where was the best auto center to get a battery and not spend a lot of money or waste a day taking off work.   A customer told me her uncle owned the Western Auto in town and he would take care of me.  About four o’clock that afternoon a big daddy bear stud walked in the drug store asking for me.  Damn, what a beast.  I came out from around the counter.  He extended his strong hand, introduced himself as Ralph.  He told me he was ready to jump me off.  Hell, when he spoke those words my cock twitched.  I left work early and followed Ralph out to his truck.  I climbed in the passenger side of his truck and he offered me a swig of Jack Daniels.  Told me it would warm me up.  I thanked him for the liquid courage and told him my address.  I rented  an upstairs apartment over a guys bakery in town.  Ralph winked and said he knew exactly where I lived.  Bring in a small town I didn’t think anything about his comment.  We got to my side driveway and he pulled his truck up to my scout. He took charge, got out his cables and told me to raise the hood.   Damn, his crotch was so full as he raised the hood of his Chevrolet Scottsdale truck.  He jumped my vehicle off and told me to follow him.  We drove to the Western Auto and he told me to let him take care of things.  Ralph was good friends with the manager.  

As we walked towards the back of the storage area I told him I had cash or I could write a check.  He gave me a look and winked….he said he would pay for it and get a discount.  He then grabbed my ass and said he would like a piece of my ass for all his trouble.   I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.  He sucked on my tongue and I definitely tasted the peppermint he had in his mouth.   Ralph was early fifties…a daddy bear, thick beard, full chest and chest hair peeking out of his flannel shirt.  I placed my hand on his cock and he was rock hard.  He unzipped his jeans and pulled out a thick, fat uncut cock.  I’d say he was about 6.5 inches but thick as a caulking tube.  I dropped to me knees and went to work on just the head.  His mushroom head was full, but I’d had my share of fat cocks.  My grandpa trained me how to suck a full size man pecker.  As we were caught up in the moment…Ralph reached his thick hands in my pants and was searching for my hole.   As he started playing with my ass he told me to take off my pants.  I immediately obeyed and Ralph’s hand felt phenomenal rubbing my ass and teasing my hole.  He pulled me to my feet and told me to bend over a work counter.  His wet finger started fingering my man pussy.  I was loving having my hole stretched when Ralph spoke up….”Jimmy, go put a battery in the white International Scout out front….when you finish ….get back in here and help me service this hungry slut.”  After a few minutes Ralph was still rimming my wet man pussy when I felt hands hold my head in position and a leaking long cut cock was entering my mouth.  Jimmy was eagerly fucking my face….Ralph asked him if he had locked the store….the three of us took off every stitch of clothing we were wearing and we continued to fuck like animals.  Jimmy shot his load quickly down my throat.  He sat of the floor and started washing my balls with his talented tongue as Ralph was fucking me nice and deep.  As Ralph would pull out of my hungry gaping hole Jimmy would lick Ralph’s cock and guide it back in my ass.  I was ready to cum….Jimmy swallowed every drop.  Ralph was fucking me with such intensity.  He kept saying he wanted to make me his boy…..Jimmy was kissing me deep when I felt Ralph’s cock erupt in my gut.  The three of us was tired, sweaty and our balls were empty of cum.  Ralph kissed Jimmy….told him to go out and crank my vehicle and turn the heater on full blast.  As Ralph locked up the store he told me to go straight home and get a hot shower.  About an hour after I arrived at home I heard a knock on my door….I answered the door wearing a long sleeve tshirt and sweat pants.  Ralph was holding a pizza and a six pack of Coors beer.  He told me to get out of my clothes.  He sat on the sofa eating his pizza and drinking a beer while I sucked his cock.  He watched the Tennessee and Kentucky basketball game while I worshiped his pecker.  At half time he opened another beer and poured it over my dick….he suck my cock and balls….he stayed another hour…ate my hole….had me to sit on his fat cock and ride his dick …..at the end of the night he told me he needed a boy….I told him he could stop by anytime.  The next morning he was knocking on my door at 6:45 …..he told me to get the water warm in the shower.  We took a shower together and he ate my ass.  Needless to say, Ralph was definitely going to be fucking me as much as he wanted.

It was another warm summer night, and I was on the prowl for trouble. I had wandered up the street to where I knew some homeless guys hung out behind a neighborhood bodega. Every once in a while I’d encounter one desperate enough to offer himself up for some cash. That night, I did better than that. I found a Mexican plaything. 

I’d walked to the shopping center that contained the local Big Box store. It also had a Mexican restaurant that had closed for the night an hour before. In the parking lot by their back door, I discovered a small hatchback with the engine running and the lights off. I walked up as quietly as I could, but I needn’t have bothered: the driver was fast asleep, his head tilted back and his mouth open. Through the open driver’s window I could smell the beer-breath coming from his snoring mouth. He looked to be in his 50’s, with salt and pepper hair that featured more salt. As I peered into the car, I could make out his arms folded over his ample belly. 

As I stood staring at him, he stirred and opened his eyes. After rubbing them a few times, he looked up and spotted me. He mumbled/slurred something about amigo, and I smiled at him. Using my best spanish, I asked if he wanted a blowjob. He blinked in confusion and asked, “Que??” I asked him again, and he responded with a long string of angrily pronounced spanish that I didn’t entirely understand. But I definitely caught the “Fuck you” tone in his voice. He attempted to put his car in gear and finally succeeded on the third try. His car lurched forward, jumped the curb in front of it, then rolled down a short grassy embankment to a lower part of the parking lot. He drove unsteadily a couple of yards to a parking space in a dark corner of the lot, and managed to get his car between the lines. Then he turned off the engine and drifted back to sleep. 

After about 15 minutes (I wanted to give him time to pass back out), I eased towards his open window. Sure enough, he was out cold again. This time I didn’t bother asking. I reached in through the window and massaged his crotch. I wasn’t overly impressed with the bulge I found there, but that’s okay. His wasn’t the dick I was really worried about.

I walked around to the passenger side of his car, finding the door unlocked. I slid in and pulled my pants and underwear down. Between the late hour and the fact that he was parked out of the way, I wasn’t worried about anyone passing by and seeing me molesting him. I unzipped his jeans, sliding my hand down into the musky warmth of his jockey underwear. I was like a kid in a candy store. I played with his full bush, running my fingers through the silken pubes. I rolled his balls around in my hand, loving their fullness. I pulled his small, limp dick out of his pants, attempting to jack it to full hardness. I was having fun playing with his foreskin, but no hard-on. So I decided to focus on me. 

I took his arm, and moved it over my crotch. I spit into his open palm, then wrapped his chubby hand around my hard dick. I loved the feeling of his calloused hand, sliding up and down my spitty cock. And he never even stirred. Not even when I shot my load, sending a stream of hot jizz running down his arm. When my dick was done throbbing, I put his hand back into his own lap. I sat there catching my breath, trying to figure out what to do with him next. It wasn’t often that I had a plaything completely at my disposal and I wasn’t ready to give him up just yet. 

I didn’t want to try and fuck him–he was too big and the car was too small to roll him fully over the way I’d want to. So I did the next best thing. I reached across him and pulled the lever that lowered his seat into a reclining position. I pulled one of my legs out of my pants to give me better mobility. Then I straddled his face and rubbed my dick against his snoring mouth. I was still hard, despite having just nutted. The feeling of his bristly facial hair against my sensitive cock was amazing. His mouth was mostly closed, but occasionally his lips would part, and I could feel some spit and his warm breath on the underside of my cock. It was an exquisite torture. All too soon, I could feel my balls churning, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. 

With a low growl, I felt my dick throb decisively and spew my seed on my plaything’s chin. It ran down onto his neck and pooled in the hollow beneath his adam’s apple. I fell back into the passenger seat, well and truly satisfied. I looked over at him laying there like a glazed donut, and my only regret was not having my camera with me. I’d have loved to take home a souvenir of my Mexican plaything. 

Before I took my leave, I rolled his fat ass over enough to pull his wallet out of his back pocket. I was hoping to get a few bucks, and boy did I score. I must have caught him on payday, because his billfold was loaded with a few hundred in cash. He should have just taken the offer of a blowjob in the first place. 

My uncle Jimmy was the coolest uncle in town. Or so I believed. The reasons were varied but what I can say if I am being honest, is that he was my sexual awakening and I never got over that crush. If you were to ask my mother, who is his older sister, she would tell you about how troublesome Jimmy actually was. But to me, Uncle Jimmy has always been the coolest.

We all lived in a small town by Kentucky’s northern limits. It was an easy life and we all mostly enjoyed it. But there were things that were rare to find and for a boy growing up to be gay, the number of men to be attracted was short. Yes, one could always go to the movies and watch one of those buff Hollywood hunks, but other than a couple of guys from high school, most of the men in town were on the average note. Which never bothered me much and it was probably related to that sexual awareness I got starting with Jimmy.

I was still a young man and we were on the public pool on a Sunday in the middle of a dry, warm summer. We were in the pool and I remember swimming again and again to him. I didn’t let him go out from the water because I was always in his arms, touching and all. That time I didn’t understand why the need was there – it was just there.

Nothing happened except that this was something that continued. I was not the most outgoing teenager ever, but there were always hugs with Uncle Jimmy, always a freedom to be cool. Like this one time we were hanging out on his couch, playing Super Nintendo and he said he had a new thing to show me. I was wearing some old shorts and so was he – I never managed to get shirtless next to other people, but in his place, I would probably just get naked and never mind. In fact, that day he came back to the living room wearing nothing else but a black leather jacket, like the ones we have seen on the television from an old Marlon Brando’s movie that both of us thought it was super cool. He came swinging a cock that was wrinkled and almost hidden in the midst of black thick pubes. Uncle Jimmy was not a gym rat – he was round, with a firm but small gut he used to slap and laugh about. His belly and chest were hairy too and he always had a short but thick beard around his round cheeks and chin. He had sunglasses on when he came back and he shook his waist as if he was dancing to a Grease song.

“So what do you think? Ain’t your Uncle the coolest?“

„Hell yeah, man. Look at that.“ I quickly pulled a small pillow over my lap, my eyes glued to his cock. It was hardly impressive looking small like that, but oh, I imagined it growing. Growing between my fingers, in my mouth.

A couple of months before this I had put my hands on some old gay magazines. I found them in a box, among magazines filled with tits and pussy. I took them home and jerked off to men sucking and fucking each other. In my Uncle’s living room, my mouth watered, thinking I would do exactly the same, given the right chance.

But it didn’t happen. At least, not then.

Another five years passed and through them, our relationship grew only stronger to the point that my dad would be jealous of it. But Jimmy’s free spirit was always youthful – he was not a father, his only responsibility was to himself. The more I grew, the more questions I had about his life. Everything was so different from what I thought of as normal. He used to hang out with girls but never have a lasting girlfriend. He lived alone, worked to get the things he wanted to buy. He was wild and I loved that wilderness of him because I had figured quite soon that this was the only way I could live my own life.

Through the next five years, I managed to see his cock a few more times. When we went to the club, I always made sure to be in the locker room when he was too. At his place, some nights, we used to change clothes or just hang out almost naked. Each time I spotted it, even if briefly, my cock would lift immediately into a painful hard-on.

One time we even got on the bath together – it was just fun. We had been playing outside, dirty and sweaty it was all. But I found myself on the small bathtub with my uncle, my cock so hard I could not think of anything else. He noticed, poked it with the tip of his foot, and laughed it off.

“I used to get raging hard-ons when I was your age, Willy.“

We left at that. I was blushing like the fucking virgin I was and he was taking it as if it was nothing. That was my Uncle Jimmy for me. It took me some experience to understand a thing that was rubbing in my face since ever, but I never ever saw it.

The experience was with one of the town’s pharmacists. Elliot Polter was a married man, father of three. A well-respected man who ran in the park quite often. On one of the nights he was going around, I sat there, hanging out, just killing time. I was 20, just a few weeks away from being 21. I was bored, tired of masturbating alone in my room. And I might have had a beer or two a friend of mine brought before. Alone, I just sat there, watching the night eat the rest of the day away. He passed through me once. Twice.

The third time he stopped by my bench.

“What’s up, kid?“

I looked at him, almost as if noticing him for the first time.

Truth was, I started hanging on the park after I read in a magazine I bought that men sometimes cruised in parks. I thought maybe in my small town, that could be a thing. But it was Elliot Polter’s and I never glanced twice at him. He was married after all.

“Want to suck my cock?“

The question definitely felt like a slap to my face.

“Fuck off.“ I told him, almost baring white teeth.

“Sorry.“ He finished tying up his shoes and went away. But he looked back and saw me still staring. I wonder how much courage he had to gather to come back, this time grabbing his bulge. “I think you want it, but you’re scared. Don’t be. I won’t tell a soul.“

This time I was a bit more prepared. I stood up and he walked back, probably thinking I was ready to pick a fight. Instead, I looked at both sides.

“Here?“

He had a better place and he took me into the bushes, pulling his running shorts down to reveal a cock that was already hard. It looked veiny, even though it was a bit thin. I knelt and opened my mouth just to take in the scent of the sweat from all his running.

“Sorry, a bit sweaty.“

“I like it.“ I told him before my mouth closed around his girth and I sucked my first cock ever. No teeth. He told me after he came all over my face and hair that I did well because I didn’t use my teeth. “Some young fags don’t know how to do it.“

I had nothing to clean the cum out of my face and my hair. He obviously didn’t either. Elliot barely said anything after the teeth advice before he was gone back on his way, running down the path faster than I ever saw him doing.

And me? I had just sucked my first cock. It was a dream come true and for a moment I just sat on the dirt, thinking about it. It was blissful, right before the anxiety kicked in and I imagined everyone talking about it the next day. I was a homewrecker. I was a faggot. I was sure that Elliot was running towards my house to tell my parents what a freak I was. That fear was so intense that when I got up, I ran straight to the only place I always felt safe.

I knocked three times before I heard him telling me to calm down.

When he opened the door, he had a towel around his waist. He was not wet from the shower, but he was slightly sweating.

“Sorry, uncle. I need to talk.“ Without waiting for an actual invitation, I stepped into the house. He had been in the living room. The TV was off and his clothes were all thrown around the couch. I could see his underwear and suddenly I felt a tickling under my pants. I looked away from it.

“I was not expecting you tonight. I was a bit… relaxed.“ He stuttered as he pushed things from the couch. I noticed a black VHS cover being tossed aside but didn’t give it much thought. “What’s the issue? You look distressed.“

I was. I was pacing up and down the small dark living room, looking down at my fight, completely forgetting that I hadn’t look myself in the mirror, that a man had come over my face, that his sticky load still dried up in my hair.

For a moment, I stopped, tongue-tied. Was there a way to say it? I felt the urge, like a wave of words that would rush out and tell but also explain. Explain how I felt since I was a boy, how all was different, how I was blameless and helpless towards my own nature. I wanted to give him the details, to tell him the whole story. And to include the encounter at the park as the last drop of water on a glass that was already too full. There was a lot, a whole bible to write on thoughts and fears and shame and guilt and desire, so much desire, so much wanting what I shouldn’t want. I felt my tongue moving and I thought I would be there with him for years to try to make him understand it was just me, Willy. That I wanted his love, despite being someone who lied so many years to him about what made me, me. And yet, the words came out as simple as I could afford them.

“I think I am gay, man.“

I heard him scoffing and I turned to look.

“You think you are- What are you going on about?“

“I think I’m gay. Like, I think I’m a fag, uncle.“

He leaned back, holding the sides of the towel. Was he hiding his cock from me now? He never thought it was a problem. I was definitely freaking out. What if I had screwed up the relationship with him? What if my uncle hated fags? It wouldn’t be new – there was graffiti in town saying explicitly to kill fags. I felt a feeling of sinking and I couldn’t swim back to the surface. I was falling deeper.

“Why do you think that?“

“What do you mean why? I know so, uncle.“

“So you know you are gay. What made you know now?“

I looked away from him for a moment. Just looking at his almost naked figure made me want to have a go, to touch, to suck, to kiss. I took a deep breath, the story passing by my head, the thoughts crumpling one over the other.

“I sucked a man at the park tonight. A married man.“

Jimmy sat down with his back straight. His belly had grown a bit bigger. It was still far from chubby, just like a dadbod kind of thing, but damn, I thought he was so fucking sexy, I just wanted to go and suck on his exposed nipples. I wanted to taste his sweat. I was so afraid though.

“At the park?“

I nodded.

“How it happened?“

“Uncle, I just told you-“

“Yeah, man, but how it happened?“

I took a deep breath again and I told him it was Elliot Polter and I gave him some of the stories, avoiding some of the details. He was suddenly up on his feet and walked to me with a smile. He looked at my face from up close. I almost held my breath, thinking he was coming to slap me or worse. Instead, I felt a finger tracing down something in my cheek.

“You still have his load here. Elliot Polter, that fucking asshole.“

“What?“

“He does that to everyone. Fucking closeted case. The worse of all. But he does fuck quite good.“

I looked at him astonished with the words that came from his mouth. What was Uncle Jimmy talking about anyway? Was he gay too? It was like opening a door to a very full closet – thoughts came falling down like an avalanche. Memories and conversations. And than the subtlety when my parents discussed Jimmy, the veiled words, the innuendos. I was suddenly flooded with the realization that my uncle was gay. I was suddenly aware that he was just like me.

“Well, boy, I never knew, but I should have. Guess you blindsided me.“ He was holding my shoulder. “Now go for a shower. Take his cum out of your hair. And go to sleep.“

“But uncle, I-“

“Don’t tell anyone now. Not yet. I mean, your mom is just a crazy church type. We’ll figure it out for you, son.“

I nodded. Suddenly, the fear was backing off. Uncle Jimmy leaned over me, one kiss at each of my cheeks. I felt his arms around me, his belly against mine. I hugged him back, tight. His sweat scent made my cock hard. I bet he felt that.

“Shower now. I’ll order a pizza and you can go home later.“

That night, I sat with him, we had a big pizza. At some point, he had taken the towel out of his way, sitting naked by the table with me sitting across him. He turned the TV on and confessed that when I came in, he was watching porn. With the last piece of pizza in hand, we watched a scene in which two big guys made out in a hotel room.

We were good.

But as I stepped into that night to go home, I was troubled. The reasons were different but the feeling in my stomach was basically the same. After learning why Uncle Jimmy had always been different from the other adults, I thought I could do what I have wanted to do since I had my first hard-on. Touch him. Kiss him. Be with him as a lover. All of my eyeing that night led to nowhere. He had noticed how I watched his cock growing hard as we watched the movie. He had noticed how I touched him and told him how I liked my men less hunky and more like him. He had felt the way I hugged him longer than usual when it was time to go. And I felt his hard cock poking right over my own hard-on.

Despite all of it, I walked home alone without having done what I wanted the most. In my mind, the only explanation was that he loved me, he just didn’t see me as a sexual partner. It bothered me and it felt like a splicit no from a crush. No. I will not fuck your ass, boy. And it devastated me.

For the next weeks, I managed to avoid visiting him in his place. If no was his answer, I would need time to focus and move on. We met outside, we didn’t talk about things again. But each time I went home again I was just thinking about how much I would have liked to drop to my knees anywhere he wanted, just to give him a blow job without using the teeth, like Elliot had said I should.

Things took a turn on my birthday. At some point before lunch, we heard his bike – his new motorcycle – stopping by. I came to see him and there he was – sunglasses, a black leather jacket, old torn jeans. He waved and I waved back. We waited for him to come inside and he gave me one of his bear hugs that knocked the breath out of my body.

“Happy birthday, kid.“

“Thanks, Uncle.“

“I have a gift for you, but you have to come for a ride with me.“

My mother was already in the living room, watching us.

“Not on your bike.“

“Oh, come on, mom.“

“I’m serious. It’s too dangerous.“

“No, it’s not.“ I replied immediately and she gave me one of the stern looks.

“I’ll take care of him, sis. I promise. I’ll go as slow as it is allowed to.“

She was drying her hand on the kitchen towel.

“Do you have a helmet for him?“

“Of course I do.“

“He has to be here before five. We’ll have guests arriving at six.“

“Promise.“

She let out a loud sigh.

“Fine. Go.“

She moved back to the kitchen, probably resigned that her son was a grown-up and she would have to learn to let go either way. I was already 21 – the only reason I still had my room with them was that I was going to the community college in the nearby city. It made the whole thing cheaper to travel for 40 minutes by train than to actually move out.

As she left the room, I felt Uncle Jimmy’s thick fingers on my shoulder, squeezing it.

“Now here’s my tip – go take a shower, but a deep shower.“

“What do you mean?“

“Clean your butt.“ He patted my ass and smile over at me. “Put a bit of water there and then the toilet. A couple of times. Just to make sure it is all clean.“

My cheeks were burning so I was sure they were as red as I felt they could be.

“Just an uncle’s advice. You’ll need that today.“ He winked over at me, moving after my mother and talking about someone I barely knew at the time.

For me, things were just moving slow. My Uncle Jimmy, my first and ever-lasting crush, had just told me to go and clean my ass. Of course, I knew what he meant. Of course, I had also read about it in a magazine. Those gay old ones had it all. I jumped my way off to the bathroom and started the process. It was all very awkward, but the whole time my cock was hard and it reminded me of what to expect.

I was done when I heard knocks on the bathroom door.

“Are you going to be there all morning? We gotta go, boy.“

I opened the door, completely naked, hard cock and all. He looked at it and gave me a dirty smile, holding my cock in one hand to test it out.

“Heavy, hm? Well, all clean? Good. Time to go.“

The words were soft. I could feel my legs weak as he continued to rub his thumb over my leaking head. I felt as if I could melt but he let go and I was suddenly standing there alone. So I ran to my room, put on my clothes and in another fifteen minutes we were jumping on his bike.

“Grab me tight.“ He told me as he started the engines.

I did. My arms passed around his body, his belly. I hold it tight as he meant and we started to move through the town. I could smell the leather of his jacket, the cologne he wore under it too. My eyes were closed as I kept sniffing those smells, wanting more and more. Nothing that town had to show would be better than the images those scents brought to my mind.

We left town by the north exit and we drove on the road for a few minutes more before he took a left and into a smaller road we went. A couple of small farms here and there, the odd house away from the city center and we were soon far into the fields. Another turn and we were riding on a dusty road. Now I was watching it all. I felt one of his hands on my hand and he guided me down his belly over to where his crotch was. I squeezed the volume there. It felt so hard on my hand. All the rest of the way, I played with my fingers there, thinking that for my 21st birthday, my uncle would give me the best present a boy like me could ask for.

He stopped by a small area where the grass was a bit taller, a bit wilder. We walked between it and down a small hill that led us to a hidden part of a stream that would probably lead to the main river. We stood by it, taking in the natural state of things, both of us with our hard cocks still inside our pants.

“Sometimes, especially on hot days, a lot of guys from all over the region come by for a quickie. Don’t ever say I never taught you anything, hm?“ He pulled off his jacket and his belt. He kicked off his leather boots and soon he was dropping his pants off too. I copied his movements without an inch of hesitation, taking all of it off to stand next to him, naked. “Elliot is not a special case here, though. You are a smart lad, you can go far. So I suggest you leave here and go to the city when you are done with your studies. You can be happier there.“

He still wore his underwear – there was a wet spot on it. I listened while looking right at it.

“But until you go, I suggest you enjoy yourself. There’s nothing wrong with sex, you know? It’s natural. You are a man and you have that big dick of yours. You enjoy it as you want.“ His voice had a roughness to it. He talked about it all so freely. “I’ll teach you about other spots as well if you think this one’s too far.“

“Uncle?“

“Yes, boy.“

“I want you to fuck me.“ No one else I would have added, but I was afraid it would freak the two of us out with the intensity of its meaning.

“Well, why do you think I brought you here?“

He was finally moving towards me, he pulled me by the waist, his hand on my ass. I was in his arms, my lean, slim body over his hard gut, his hairy chest. This kiss was better than any other kiss I had in my life. His lips were not soft, they didn’t taste of cherry, they were avid and they kissed me full of a passion and a hardness that felt like the toughness of another man. A need of another man. Our tongues met, we licked and they twisted around each other. I was naked, completely, and his finger was on my ass, moving further, finding the one place where I wanted him the most.

I felt him tickling right there at the entrance. I got tense and he chuckled.

“Relax. It’s all on you today.“

All on me. The words felt just right. His kisses moved from my mouth to my neck, leaving a wet trail where his lips passed on my cheek. I felt it like a bolt all through my body, as if jolting through my limbs. His black beard was hard, it scratched my neck, my shoulders and when he moved down to my nipples I had closed my eyes and surrendered to his attentions. His finger was poking hard against my entrance, pushing, trying to slip in.

“Relax.“ I heard him say between his lips over my hard nipples. He bit one. Then the other. And I felt right after it his finger find a way into me. It was rough, it felt like breaking. I moaned with the pain of it and let it go. But my hole was clenching around his knuckles. “Relax. Give it to Uncle Jimmy, come on, boy.“

I took action when he stood up straight again. This time it was my turn. I descended over him, suckled on his tits. They were larger and fuller than my flat chest. It felt good to wrap my lips around one of his nipples, the hair around it rubbing over the corners of my mouth. I sucked and nursed those tits as my uncle moaned, his finger slipping in and out of the tight ring of muscles that chewed on him from my ass. I grabbed his hard cock, I felt it pulsate between my fingers. And going down, I licked his belly. I kissed it. I worshiped it. And I arrived at his hard cock which I took half of in one go, so hungry I felt.

The hardness laid on my tongue. The taste of the slimy precum a bittersweet thing that filled my mind with a want that I had never known before. I felt a hand on the back of my head as I dropped to my knees in front of his girth.

I moved back to take a look as it glistened under the gut with my saliva to wet it up. My uncle was clearly a grower – from that small wrinkled soft cock, a thick spear had risen from all the forest of his black pubes. He was uncut like me, probably because of our Latin and catholic heritage. His cock had a darker shade of skin and the head was big and plumpy, wet also. I licked it and moaned to the taste that filled my mouth. He pushed my head and I had that cock going all the way down my throat, just to grab his thighs and push back before the gag reflex kicked in.

“You’ll be a goddamn good cocksucker, boy.“

I was damn proud if that would mean sucking his cock again and again. I would do it just so I could be his cocksucker. Before long, he was pulling my hair back, holding me in place. In my nose, all I could smell was his musky sweat – that sweat that lingered in his hairy crotch. If I close my eyes even today, I can remember that smell and I pop a hard-on almost immediately. Those were good times.

He turned and offered me his hairy ass which I kissed without thinking of what it meant. I had seen rimming on the magazines before but always thought it could not feel good. How wrong was I? Completely. To taste my uncle’s ass was a gift I had no idea would be so good to receive. I licked the hairy crack, I felt the pucker twitch under the pressure of my tongue. I licked and licked and buried my face on it until he pushed me away again, turning to give me gentle, playful slaps on the face.

“Goddamnit, Willy. I know we’ll make a perv out of you.“

Those would be insults but as the words hit me, I felt they made sense. I was sure they meant good things, promises of a life of doing what felt so good doing. I licked my lips, tasting him still.

“Now let me see that ass of yours.“

Next, I was on all fours on the stony side of the stream and his face was buried on my cheeks. If what I did before felt good, this felt divine. His beard scratched my ass, his tongue was so avid. It felt like it wanted to invade me, to be deep in me. I groaned and moaned so loud I thought the world would hear me and know how much I liked to have a tongue up my ass. My uncle’s rough fingers held my cheeks tight, pulling them to the side so he would spread my hole until there was a dark opening in which his tongue would probe.

“I’m gonna fuck you raw.“

I only understood what that meant a couple of times later. He was the one who taught me all about condoms, but he was also the one who spread lube over his raw dick and shoved it in my butt with an eager gentleness. Despite the pain, I held my ground, and soon I was filled with cock. It was there, in my ass, pushing the muscle walls apart, touching my nerves in such a way I thought I would explode.

I was afraid an accident might happen so I tensed up, hoping nothing would come out.

“Don’t worry. Relax and just enjoy it. There’s nothing to worry.“

I trusted him. I trusted him to the point that I stopped thinking how odd it felt. I stopped thinking about the pain of being broken in like that. I stopped caring about my guts and thought about being fucked and it was the only thought that mattered as Uncle Jimmy climbed on top of me, his hands on my shoulders, his belly finding the perfect rest stop over the arching of my back. I felt his weight over me as his cock fucked my brains out. I cried and moaned and each time he asked me to be louder.

“Just let it all go, baby.“

And I heard him and I was asking him to fuck me harder, to use my hole. I begged him.

“I want your cock, uncle. Give it to me. Fuck that ass. Come on, man.“

The words slipped through and even when he hit too deep, too rough, all I did was let out a cry of pleasure.

I came at some point. I felt the deep urge coming, a wave. I thought I was going to piss so I grabbed my cock and that simple contact made the white load paint the rocks beneath me. I was screaming then and he stopped moving, cock deep until I heard his guttural groan on my ear and I felt the flood of his cum filling me up. I was no longer a virgin and deep in my guts, my uncle had marked me. I was changed, and his load had been the blessing of my growing up.

We fell exhausted by the side of the river. Naked, with the sun on our bare bodies. His load still escaped me. I didn’t mind. I turned and wrapped myself in his arms.

“I thought you were not into me.“ I admitted in a small whimper.

“Nonsense.“

“I wanted you to fuck me that night at your place.“

“I wanted to fuck you too, but I thought you needed more time.“

“For what?“

“It had been your first blow job and you looked distressed. I wanted your first fuck to be good, out in the open, under the sun. I wanted it to be free.“

“You were my first and biggest crush you know?“

He turned to me, holding me tight into his bear hug. My hands caressed his hairy chest. I kissed him right over his right nipple.

“Only right that I have been your first man.“

My uncle Jimmy was right. Like I said, he was the coolest uncle in the world.

Jody spent a restless night and didn’t sleep well at all. His mind kept replaying the events of the previous night; making Mrs. Francis cum with his mouth and tongue, her making him shoot his cum on Perda’s face, and, most exciting of all, finally getting to see his employer’s large cock. Just thinking about it gave Jody morning wood so hard his dick ached. He got up and noticed the time. Time to go and see if Mr. Wyler wanted his morning coffee. Jody dressed and had to stuff his hard dick down his pants leg.

Mr. Wyler was already awake but still in his bed. Jody tapped lightly on the open door and was told to come in.

“Good morning, Sir,” he said in a soft voice.

“Jody. I’ll have my coffee on the terrace this morning, Jody.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you enjoy yourself last night, Jody?”

“I did, Sir, thank you for asking.”

“What did you enjoy most? Eating Mrs. Francis’ pussy? Shooting your cum on Perda’s face? Hmmm?”

“To be honest, Sir, it was…”

“Tell me, Jody. I want to know.”

“The most exciting thing..what I enjoyed most…Sir?

“Well?”

“It was seeing your cock, Sir,” Jody felt a blush come over his face and he cast his eyes downward in embarrassment.

“Was it, indeed? I see.” Mr. Wyler tossed back his blanket and sheet. His cock was fully erect and he, too, had morning wood.

Jody’s eyes were instantly riveted on it.

“You have a beautiful cock, Sir,” he said in a breathy whisper.

“And what would you like to do to it, Jody?”

“Anything you want, Sir,” Jody said surprising himself as he kept staring.

“Kiss my cock, Jody.”

Jody leaned close and closed his eyes, pursing his lips which he licked.

“Just one kiss, Jody. On the head.”

Jody’s lips lightly kissed the tip. His body trembled. He wanted to do so much more but hjeld himself in check.

“You want it in your mouth, don’t you, Jody?”

“Oh, God, yes, Sir.”

“Hold that thought, Jody,” Mr. Wyler said with a low chuckle. “Now go fix my coffee.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir, Jody replied, lightly licking his lips. He was so excited thinking: “I kissed his cockhead. I kissed it!”

As he went about his regular houseboy chores, Jody kept getting random erections whenever his mind drifted back to the morning when his employer had told him and then made him kiss the head of his cock. It was just a light quick one-time kiss, but Jody imagined it was much much more. He would lick his lips as if he could still taste the swollen tight skin of Mr. Wyler’s cockknob. It made his lips feel hot and his dick get hard in his pants. He tried with some difficulty to focus back on his tasks and eventually his dick would soften again.

About five o’clock Mr. Wyler called Jody to the living room. “We’re going to a club event this evening, Jody,” he told him. “To celebrate the start of summer, the club is hosting a Smart Pet and Pool Party. It should be fun, but I don’t think you have anything appropriate to wear, so we’ll need to go shopping first.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jody said in a quiet curious voice. He didn’t know what clothes would be right, but he knew Mr. Wyler would know just the right outfit.

They drove up to downtown Los Angeles. The store was painted all black with pink lettering. Glancing in the windows, Jody thought it must be a sex shop or boutique. Once inside, his suspicions were confirmed.

Mr. Wyler picked out a black very tight fishnet shirt. He also bought a pair of very small raggedy denim shorts. The third item made Jody’s eyes widen in surprise. It looked like a wide black leather collar with a buckle and a shiny metal ring at the front. A black leather leash came with it. Mr. Wyler smiled at the salesclerk as he paid then grinned at Jody. “I think you’ll look very nice in these, Jody. Don’t you?”

“As you wish it, Sir,” Jody answered feeling his dick stiffen again.

As they got ready to go to the club party, Mr. Wyler told Jody to put the glans ring under the crown of his dick before tucking it into the worn denim short shorts he wore. When soft, the cloth barely covered Jody’s dick and balls and Jody hoped it wouldn’t show when they got out in public at the club.

When they arrived to park, Mr. Wyler finally took out the collar and leash and buckled it around Jody’s neck. “This is just for show for the party, you understand, Jody. Don’t read too much into it.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jody answered. It did excite Jody though and he tried to control himself as strange new emotions roiled inside him.

In the club, which was dimly lit but elegant, Jody noticed there were only about 30 people present. There was a small stage with a high ceiling and bistro-sized tables with two chairs at each one. Even in the shadowy light, Jody saw most people were paired up, usually a more mature man with an attractive younger one. Most of the younger ones wore collars with attached leashes just like Jody’s.

“What will you order tonight?” asked a waiter when they were seated. The man was slim and attractive, wearing only a wet-look black Speedo and slippers. He spoke in a hushed breathy tone and smiled.

“A brandy Old Fashioned,” Mr. Wyler said. “And a Blue Lagoon for my…pet.”

“Right away, Sir.”

“Thank you.”

In a moment he was back with the drinks. “The show begins in just a few minutes,” he continued. “Enjoy!”

Jody sipped his cocktail and eyed the stage.

With a flourish of a small spotlight illuminating the stage, a well-toned man stood provocatively, dressed only in a black leather harness, One strap trailed down his flat stomach and ended in a metal cockring through which a sizable member protruded. He danced erotically to a jazzy ballad and then was joined by a much larger man wearing a hood over his face, leather wrist bands on his arms and another set at his ankles. They danced with each other but only touched at their chests and then their erect dicks which they rubbed against each other.

Jody couldn’t help himself and felt his dick stiffening until it poked under the leg of his short shorts. As he shifted squirming on his chair, his balls popped out free as well. He blushed redly but remembered the table sort of shielded him from view in the shadows. Suddenly he felt Mr. Wyler’s hand on his upper thigh. Mr. Wyler’s fore- and middle-fingers and thumb began caressing his dick and balls and Jody squirmed more.

His eyes glued to the men on the stage, Jody leaned close and whispered. “Please, Sir. If you keep that up I am going to cum.”

Mr. Wyler shushed him and kept rubbing more strongly and quickly. His forefinger flicked the metal glans ring and Jody trembled in his chair.

“Please, Sir,” he whispered again, his dick throbbing in response.

The denim shorts barely covered Jody’s dick now as he became fully erect. His face grew hot and red.

“Please, please, Sir,” he whispered desperately. “I am going to cum if you don’t stop.”

Mr. Wyler shushed him again.

As he continued to watch the men on stage, Jody saw first one man then the other spurt a load of white cum between them as they continued to rub their dicks together. He gasped and felt the first spurt of his own cum shoot down the leg of his shorts and onto his bare thigh. He tried to reach down to wipe it off, but Mr. Wyler’s sharp whisper stopped him.

“Leave it,” he said.

Jody’s hand froze in place. “But, Sir…”

“Leave it, I told you.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jody felt the hot liquid on his leg and shuddered.

“”Finish your drink and we’ll go.” Mr. Wyler said. “We’ve seen and done enough for tonight.”

As they stood up, Jody tried again to wipe the cum from his thigh.

Once again, Mr Wyler told him, “Leave it!” a little more loudly this time.

Jody felt like every eye in the club was staring at the gobs of cum dripping down his leg. A few men nodded to Mr. Wyler as they departed. Jody’s senses reeled and he felt his legs were rubber as he stumbled and shuffled out the doorway. He felt a quick tug on his leash. “Nice,” Mr. Wyler said.

Sean, our neighborhood handyman had a secret. He could get off anytime he wanted to at my house. No headaches, periods, “I’m not in the mood.” He knew he could walk right into the big shed in my back yard and either Jimmy my partner, me or both of us would give him our mouths or my ass to dump cum into anytime. It was all very convenient, friendly and frequent. We were surprised how often he needed us. He truly showed no preference between us or desire to do much more than get sucked or occasionally fuck. We had one night of a bit more but he was careful not to show up late and very drunk. Sean was straight. We were simply a solution to a problem. We were safe, loyal and really good and willing cocksuckers.

Sean worked with his two sons, Gregg and Sully. Sully was 25, balding and not very attractive. Gregg was 20, tall, lanky and hot as hell. He would climb a ladder with just loose shorts with an elastic ban or drawstrings, no underwear, not even a pair of shoes. I loved walking by and looking up at his cock and balls resting against his leg as he worked. He would talk about his girlfriend, pot, LGBTQ rights and SCOTUS rulings. He was a cool woke guy. After a while, he shared how gay guys would try to pick him up or hire him for inside jobs without his dad. “paint nude and I’ll pay you double.” That annoyed him but he understood, sex is sex and they went for what they wanted. He just wasn’t into that. Jimmy and I were careful not to cross boundaries or make him uncomfortable. We already did that with his dad. He knew his dad really liked us, so he liked us too.

Finally it was our turn, Sean gave us a price to paint our shutters and repair a rotted beam in the back of our house. It was a small job so he gave it to Gregg while Sean and Sully bounced between jobs. We were in heaven watching this boy. He had wild golden beach hair, a chizzled face and jaw to go with his washboard abs and a perfect ass. He was so cute that you could ignore anything stupid he might say as you continue to feed him beer and make him happy.

Once again, I entered my shed to recycled the many empty bottles I collected. Just as I turned I saw Gregg push the door shut and lean on it. Without hesitation I went for his shorts. He jumped. “What the fuck are you doing”? I said “oh my God, I’m sorry I thought you… “. I shut up. He said “what have you been doing with my father in here?” then he thought, “OMG! I thought you were smoking weed. Holy fucking shit. You were blowing my father!” I didn’t know what to do or say. So I said “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, can we keep this between us. I don’t want to cause any trouble. I’ll just leave now and we’ll forget it.” He said “leave? Before you suck my dick? Let’s see what pops been getting and it better be good.” 

He pulled down his shorts and exposed his young, skin and gorgeous cock. It was as hard as a rock. He was beautiful. I was going to rock his world as I swallowed. He was verbal and talked the entire time. Moaning and groaning. I was afraid the neighbors would hear us. He confidently asked who had a bigger cock. His dad did by a little so of course I said “Gregg yours is bigger and fatter. I bet your load is sweeter and thicker. I’ll let you know because I’m going to eat every drop.” he said oh fuck as he grabbed my head and fucked my face deep. Then he rested back and flicked his nipples as his load rose. Hmmm, young guys aren’t freaked out by nipples or a finger up the ass so that’s what I did, I pressed my finger against his tight hole and it swallowed me like a pro. I made my way to his prostate gland and rubbed it gently as he went wild!!  He announced “ I’m cum… Oh fuck oh fuck….” as I wrapped my throat around his pole and took spurt after spurt after spurt from this young stud. It was so sweet and so good. His legs were shaking and he was breathing so hard I thought he’d fall. His hole had tightened so solidly around my finger, I didn’t know if I’d get it back. 

I cleaned up any mess, throat slime and cum and licked and sucked his balls until he calmed down.  He dropped to the floor once my finger slipped out and he sat in front of me, still on my knees, “ That was the best blowjob of my life. Of course you’ve been blowing dad!” I smiled. He laughed and said “ oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck”. I said what’s the matter. He laughed and said “How am I going to tell my dad?”  I said, “you’re not!”, “agreed” as we laughed. Now I thought of Jimmy, he was so forgiving about Sean but lightning doesn’t strike twice and here we are.

I paced that afternoon. Jimmy really liked Gregg. He found him so incredibly hot. It didn’t hurt that Gregg equally loved Jimmy. The kid would follow him around like a puppy dog asking if he needed help carrying an air conditioner inside or asking him about stocks to buy. He trusted Jimmy’s words and advise. They smoked pot together and laughed and joked about movies and TV shows I had no interest in. Fuck! I blew his little toy. How would this go over?

Jimmy came home in a great mood. He grabbed a beer as I paced around the kitchen. This was only about a month after the Sean incident. He looked at me and said “what’s up? You’re quiet. I gave him a guilty smile. He asked what I got myself into. Then his exact words, “what? Did you suck off the mail man today?” I smiled sheepishly as he looked and I told him “Gregg followed me into the shed and….” He threw his hands up and said no, no, no, no!! He was mine! How? What”? I started to tell him and he roughly threw me over his shoulder and carried me to the bedroom. He pulled down my pants and his and shoved his fat cock deep inside me dry. It burned at first but I was so turned on I got wet in 5 seconds. He noticed and said “you fucking dirty pig. You’re so hot and wet. Start talking and don’t leave out any details. I’m going to fuck the daylight out of you until Gregg cums. Now go!” As he roughly grabbed me and started pounding my ass. At times I could hardly get the words out because he was so turned on and fucked me so hard. As I told him what I did with my finger, he bit my neck and sucked. I could feel he needed to cum so I rushed to the point where Gregg shot his big cannon down my throat. Jimmy went wild on my ass. He came for a long time. It was so hot I came from excitement and my soft comforter that went to the cleaners 4 times that month!

We got up. I apologized. He laughed and said, “for what? Gregg? I’d do the same thing. Are you kidding? I’m pissed that I wasn’t here. Really. It’s not you?” This made me uneasy. Call it guilt. Were we moving to an open relationship. I really didn’t want that but I was the one doing it. Jimmy assured me he didn’t want that either. These were extraordinary circumstances. What’s important is our complete honesty. It’s not like hooking up at the gym. It’s complicated. 

Jimmy said he had an idea that might make us both feel better. So we plotted and planned to set our next meeting in the shed into motion.

As we planned, 2 days later, I looked at Gregg on the ladder and walked to the shed. Gregg smiled and started down. He came to the door, stepped in and immediately pulled his shorts down and demanded me to suck it like last time. “Eat my load”. As he waited for me to turn and face him, he was shocked when he saw Jimmy in front of him. Jimmy was waiting for me to enter and then exit the back window. I was left to watch and not touch. 

Gregg apologized over and over to Jimmy who said “so, you used my boyfriend as you cum dump?” “ I’m sorry” he repeated over and over as Jimmy unbuckled his pants and showed him his extra fat cock. Gregg said “holy shit. That’s huge Jimmy. Can anyone take that thing?” Jimmy said “let’s find out” he grabbed Gregg and told him to suck it. He said he wasn’t gay as he tried to give him a blowjob. He was bad. Before Jimmy turned him off he stood him up and dropped to his knees. Jimmy started giving Gregg a great blowjob. Gregg said “ oh Mr. Simpson suck my fucking cock. Your mouth is so fucking hot.” Jimmy was doing his best to please Gregg. He looked up and this time he asked Gregg if he could lick his asshole. Gregg said, “hell yea”. Kids today love that shit Jimmy thought, no hangups. Gregg turned and leaned against the door as Jimmy went to town. Jimmy was in the zone now and I had no doubt where this would end.

As Jimmy licked, probed and darted at his hole Gregg was going nuts. I could see his precum dripping a foot down from his cock. Periodically Jimmy licked his balls and swallowed his cock. Next came a finger. Gregg loved that. Soon another, then another. Then Jimmy’s tongue again. I almost felt bad for Gregg. He looked like he was crying as he moaned, whimpered and his body was blotched with red welts from excitement.

Jimmy worked quick. He stood up and pushed his massive cock into Gregg’s ass to a huge yelp. Jimmy was steady, gave him a minute and started fucking him. Soon Gregg grabbed his own cock and jerked off. He said he couldn’t believe that big cock was in him. He said his girlfriend fucked him with a small strap on and he always wondered what the real thing felt like. He said he felt so full and used. He said “use my ass Jimmy.” As he jerked his cock hard. 

Jimmy really gave him a ride now. No breaks for first timers he fucked the shit out of him. He kindly pulled out and grabbed his hair and shot all over Gregg’s face. He was sitting on the floor drenched in cum with his hard dick in his hand. Suddenly Jimmy called me in to finish off to both Gregg and my surprise and delight. I jumped in and swallowed Gregg’s big dick as I licked up Jimmy’s cum. Within minutes a fountain of cum unloaded and released from Gregg’s cock. He was dazed, relieved and smiling as I struggled to take it all. I couldn’t. There was so much from all the prostate stimulation. It was pouring out. When it stopped. Jimmy laid Gregg down and hugged him as I licked up all the cum from his body. Jimmy asked if Gregg was okay. He said yes but don’t do that to me again. “It’s cool. I’m glad I tried it but how do you dudes do that all the time and still walk!” We laughed, explained it stretches. He said he was all set there, once and done, “Ouch!”

Since his dad was due back, we cleaned up and said goodbye watching Gregg limp away and try to climb the ladder. Jimmy said, “poor kid, I’ll never find a guy that loves it like you.” I smiled. As Jimmy whiped the cum out of my hair we said, wouldn’t it be something if Sean and Gregg ended up in the shed at the same time.” we turned and looked at each other in anticipation.

It was a slow Tuesday night at the adult arcade on the edge of town. The parking lot wasn’t especially full, so I figured I wouldn’t have much fun. I’ve never been more glad to be wrong. 

The arcade featured three large viewing rooms, with about two dozen smaller private booths. The doors to the booths open outwardly, and I noticed that one particular booth door kept swinging open and a head would poke out. The guy inside would look around briefly, then retreat back in. One of the times he did that we made eye contact, and I could tell in a glance that he was high as a kite. I’m not sure what he was on, but he was clearly having a wild ride. I decided to make it a little wilder. 

I stood by the door, just out of sight, waiting for him to open it again. While I waited, I pulled my dick out of my pants and worked up an erection. There wasn’t a lot of foot traffic that night, but it’s not like that would have stopped me anyway. That place is a well-known hangout spot for freaks. I hardly think I’d have been the first guy to walk around with his dick out. 

The door knob rattled, and the door inched open enough for Tweaker’s head to do his usual peek. Grasping the handle, I pulled it further open and quickly stepped inside and shut the door behind me. The small booth was filled with the rank smell of his body odor and the cigarettes he was chain-smoking. He was sitting on a chair with his back against the wall, so I knew he’d have no place to go. 

I stepped closer to him and he started to speak: “Hey man, I don’t wa–mmf! Mmmmf!” I don’t know what else he was going to say because by then my dick was in his mouth. His hands flailed at my hips, trying to get me to back off, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I gripped his shaggy brown hair and held his head in place while I fucked his mouth. He gagged and bucked, but I held him sill while I took what I wanted. 

“Suck that dick, you fucking faggot.” I hissed. Long strings of drool began to hang from his stretched-out lips as I slid my hard dick in and out of his gaping mouth. After an all-too-short interlude, I could feel myself approaching climax and I clamped my hands on both sides of his head to make sure he got a throatful of my cum. 

“I’m getting close….I’m gonna cum in your fucking mouth, you whore….Fuck yeah! Take. That. Cum! FUUUUUUUUUUCK YEAH!!” With that, I thrust my cock against the back of his throat and blasted four shots of hot jizz straight down his gullet. I pulled my already-deflating cock out of his mouth and wiped the last few drops of cum on his face. He slumped back against the chair and coughed. 

“There. That wasn’t so bad, now was it? See you around, slut.” As I walked out of the booth, I saw two guys standing there with their dicks in their hands, masturbating furiously. I winked and gestured into the booth behind me, “Have at him boys. That one sucks a mean dick!” As I walked away, I could hear the booth door closing and locking behind one of them. 

I stood in my bathroom late on a Sunday morning one week after Manny invaded my home and became part of my life. I was looking at my face in the mirror wondering what he saw in me and where this thing between us was going. I studied my reflection as if seeing it for the first time; a fifty-two year old white male who could sometimes pass for being in his early forties, brown eyes, gray hair, cut very short, a few age spots, but mostly clear skin and facial hair that was so minimal as to be merely a nuisance. I was slightly handsome at best, though my physique still turned heads even at my age. What was it about me, besides my muscles, cock and ass, that held Manny’s interest? His request to be workout buddies yesterday surprised and delighted me and I happily agreed. I would agree to anything that would allow me to spend more time with him. Maybe he likes me, not just the sex, but me as a person. Friends with benefits? Sure, I was willing. But how long would that last? Maybe I’m overthinking this, I thought to myself. Just relax, roll with it and see what happens.

We agreed to meet at my place at noon today. I would go with him to the gym so we could set up his membership; I wanted to make sure he wasn’t pressured into signing up for anything more than the basic membership. After that I would give him a tour around the gym, show him my workout and we could then plan how we would workout together. At fifteen minutes past noon, I heard him knock. I opened the door and saw him standing there, as sexy as always, wearing scuffed sneakers, navy blue gym shorts and a thin, tight fitting white tank top. His gym bag was sitting on the porch beside him. “Hey Manny,” I said with a slightly irritated tone, “You’re late.” He gave his most winning smile and put his left arm around my shoulders while using his right hand to grope my cock and balls, saying, “Aw, don’t be mad Eric, it was just fifteen minutes,” and looking at me with those dark, seductive eyes. I took a deep breath to control my arousal; my lust for him hadn’t abated, but I stick to my gym schedule no matter what. I gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and said, “Okay young stud, enough of that for now, let’s get going. We can’t be workout buddies if we don’t workout, right?” He smiled, released his grip on my groin and kissed my cheek. “You’re right, let’s go,” he said. I grabbed my own gym bag with my change of clothes and we headed out.

During the drive to the gym, he kept looking at me and smiling. “Alright,” I finally asked, “what’s with the grin and the stare?” He looked bashful all of a sudden and said, “Nothing man, I’m just happy you agreed to this.” “Well, so am I, but why me?” I asked. “You’ve got a great body, that’s why,” he said, “and I’d like to look like you one day.” “You want to be old, with gray hair?” I teased him. He gave me a friendly punch in the shoulder and said, “Come on, you know what I mean. And if I want a body like yours, I need to start soon.” I looked at his now serious face and said, “You’re right Manny. We’ll do our best okay?” He nodded, but otherwise stayed silent until we pulled into a space in the gym parking lot. I turned off the truck, but he made no move to get out; it was almost like he was lost in thought. “Hey,” I said, nudging him gently, “you okay?” “Yeah,” he said, “it’s just that there’s another reason I want to work out with you.” He paused and said, “I like you Eric. I’m kinda hoping we can be regular buddies, not just fuck buddies, you know?” I was pleasantly stunned; this can’t really be happening to me, I thought. I hadn’t even thought of us as fuck buddies or even thought of us as anything at all yet. But his face was serious, so I answered right away, “I’d like that too. Quite a lot actually.” He smiled brightly and said, “Okay then, let’s do this.” I gave him an affectionate hair rub, then we got out of the truck and headed inside.

As expected, the salesman tried to get him to sign up for the more expensive multi-club, multi-state plan, plus personal training, which would have cost more that I suspected Manny could afford. I told the guy no, that all he needed was the basic, single club membership. The salesman managed to hide his irritation at my intervention, but he asked me, with a slight undercurrent of sarcasm, “You his father or something?” but before I could retort, Manny said, “He’s my friend and I want what he said, the cheaper plan. Where do I sign?” The man leaned back and looked us over, as if trying to figure out what our deal was, realized further sales pressure would be pointless and handed over an iPad for Manny to sign.

I gave Manny a tour of the gym, showing him the side with the machines, which I used for my workout and the free weight area, where the hardcore bodybuilders worked out. I also showed him the racquetball courts, but he wasn’t interested. He was delighted to find out the gym had a pool and sauna though. While I was showing him the locker room, my friend Cesar walked in. I had met Cesar at the gym years ago and we had become friends and occasional fuck buddies, though our last encounter had been well over a year ago. Nowadays, we really only saw each other when our workout times coincided and even though there was still an unspoken mutual attraction, we were now just friends. He was shorter than me, around 5’10”, in his late thirties, leaner than me, and with a more defined body than I could ever hope to have. He was very handsome, an immigrant from Colombia, with curly black hair, mustache, goatee and flawless white teeth. He was also an unapologetic horndog. He walked up to me saying, “Hey sexy daddy, how are you?” and gave me a big hug. “Hi Cesar,” I said, “what’s up? You just getting here also?” “Yep,” he said, “today’s leg day for me.” He turned to Manny and asked, “And who is this handsome devil?” Manny just stared, slightly taken aback by Cesar’s forward manner. “This is Manny. He’s a friend,” I said, “he just joined the gym today and I’m showing him the ropes.” “Nice, very nice,” he purred, looking Manny up and down, then giving me a lecherous look. “Well, you two have a good workout,” he said with a grin, then went off to find a locker. Manny gave me a questioning look. “Cesar takes some getting used to,” I said, “Let’s find a pair of lockers and get started.”

We were already dressed in our gym clothes, so we took our workout gloves, towels, phones and the old fashioned digital watch that I used to time my workouts. We locked everything else up and found a bench out in the main area so we could sit and plan. He sat real close to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t avoid breathing in his scent, which, combined with the touch of his hand made my cock start to get hard. Manny noticed and leered at me while whispering, “You okay down there man?” I cleared my throat and said, “Yeah, I’m fine, now let’s focus okay?” I told him I did three different workouts, each twice per week, making it a six day routine. Chest, triceps and shoulders one day, biceps and back the next and then legs. I also did forty minutes on the lifecycle for cardio after each workout. “Sounds good,” he said. “Tuesday is my day off,” I said. “Tuesday?” he asked, “why Tuesday?” “I don’t remember why,” I said, “I just chose that day for some reason, now can we….,” “Saturday,” he said, interrupting me. “Excuse me?” I asked. “Let’s make Saturday our day off from the gym,” he said. I stared at him for a second then said, “Oh, so you’re suddenly in charge now? How….,” “And since neither of us work on Saturday,” he said, interrupting me again, “we can use that day, to just, you know, hang out. Together.” “Hang out together?” I asked. “Every Saturday?” “Yeah man,” he said, giving me his most winning smile, “if you want to that is.” Manny wants to spend more time with me, I thought. Manny has the upper hand now and he knows it. I was under his sway and didn’t care. “Okay, Saturday it is then,” I said, “now let’s hit the machines.”

I decided to start the routine with chest, triceps and shoulders, despite having just done them yesterday. I would take it easy on myself and focus on getting Manny up to speed. I took him to each of the machines that I used, helped him get the right settings, then stood back and watched him pump iron. I saw he was dead serious about his workout because he concentrated and worked hard. Too hard at first. When I saw him straining too much on the first machine, the vertical chest press, I made him lower the weight, saying, “Easy Manny, you don’t need to powerlift too much and hurt yourself, steady gains are the way to go,” and he caught his breath and said, “Thanks man, I’m really glad you’re here to help me.” I gave him an affectionate smile and said, “No problem buddy, but let’s get the routine down first and worry about increasing the weight level later okay?” His face took on a more confident look and he said, “Yeah, you’re right, of course.”

In no time at all he was pumping the weights with a sure, steady rhythm, working up quite a sweat. I stood facing him or just behind him, encouraging him, my hands gently on his arms as they moved in and out, to guide and correct his motion and form. Even though touching him this way was perfectly normal in a gym (I see straight men do it with each other all the time), feeling his young muscles move beneath his skin made me aroused as hell and I had to surreptitiously adjust my groin under cover of my towel to hide my fully erect cock. I worked in a few sets of my own in between his, with him watching and paying close attention to my form and motion, but mostly I helped him get his routine together. I could not stop watching him work his body on each machine; he was totally focused, his motion smooth and fluid, those young and wiry muscles working gorgeously, sweat dripping from every pore, his heavy masculine breathing reminding me that, young though he was, he was every bit a man and I couldn’t wait to see how sexier he would look with some more muscle bulk added to an already beautiful body. By the time he was on the last machine, he had produced so much sweat that his thin white tank top had become almost transparent and I could see his succulent nipples poking through and I wanted to rip his top off right there and start sucking them in front of everyone, but then he was done with his last set and he sat on the machine, wiping the sweat off, and he looked up at me and said, “Well, how’d I do?”

I took a deep breath and tried to clear all erotic thoughts from my head. I smiled at him and said, “You did great for your first day. Now for some cardio okay?” “Actually,” he said, “can we skip the cardio? This is my first time working out in a while and I’m beat.” “Of course,” I said, “let’s go shower, change and head out.” We headed for the locker room, him several paces ahead of me, when Cesar appeared out of nowhere and motioned to me like he wanted to talk. Manny turned around to make sure I was following, but I told him to go on ahead. “I’ll catch up with you in a minute,” I said and he nodded and kept on walking. I turned to Cesar and asked, “What’s up?” “I want to know where you found that gorgeous creature,” he said. “Oh, long story,” I said, my expression and tone clearly indicating that I had no interest in discussing Manny with him. He failed to take the hint though, saying, “He’s awfully young isn’t he? You never struck me as someone who would rob the cradle, so to speak.” I was starting to get irritated with him, so I said, “Cesar, don’t be jealous. Green just isn’t your color,” and I turned around and left, hearing him huff slightly as I walked away.

There were a few men scattered about the locker room as I walked in, but none in our section, so we had some privacy. Manny was standing by the bench near our lockers, pulling his bath towel from his gym bag, his shoes already off. “Everything okay?” he asked. “Yeah fine,” I said, sitting down on the bench and pulling off my shoes and socks. “Old boyfriend?” he asked, clearly referring to Cesar. Impressed with how perceptive he was, I said, “Yes and no; I mean it depends on how you look at it. Now get undressed so we can go shower.” The look on his face told me that had a good idea what the story was between Cesar and I, but he said nothing further and started to undress, facing his locker, his back turned to me. I watched him peel off his tank top, still wet and sticky with his sweat; his torso glistened with it and I wanted to lick every drop from his body, but I forced myself to remember there were other people around. He casually tossed the tank top into his locker, then quickly took his gym shorts off and threw them in as well. I was getting aroused again at the sight of him standing there in his underwear while he checked something on his phone. He was wearing the same style of bikini briefs he was wearing the day we met, only dark red this time. He must have a pair of those in every color, I thought to myself. Suddenly he turned around to retrieve his shoes which were behind him; he saw me staring at him, saw the desire in my eyes and said in a soft, almost solemn voice, “Shouldn’t you be getting undressed also?” and turning back around to face his locker again, pulled off his briefs. I was mesmerized like always at the sight of his ass, so perfectly sized, both small and robust, round and smooth and I thought, I want to fuck him right here and now, but I had to suppress it; we were in a public place, not my home, so I stripped off my gym clothes as quickly as I could, then wrapped my towel around my waist and locked up the rest of my stuff. I watched him put all his stuff away while setting his towel on the bench. He closed and secured his locker, still naked, then turned back in my direction so that I could see the now dried sweat on his chest and abs and his cock hanging there, flaccid but still beautiful and desirable. He wrapped his towel around his waist as well, then looked at me and asked, “You ready?” and I smiled and said, “Yeah, let’s go get cleaned up,” and led him to the shower area.

The shower area had ten stalls, five on one side, five on the other, facing each other. When we walked in the shower area was deserted and since there had been few guys in the locker area, it would probably stay that way. I took the last one on the left and Manny took the last one on the right. I watched him turn the shower on, soap himself up and then pull his curtain shut. I turned on my shower and did the same, though I left my curtain open halfway to let more of the steam escape. I love my time in the shower after a workout. Feeling the streams of water caress my body makes me feel peaceful and tranquil. I often linger under the spray even after I’m clean and today was no exception. Forgetting Manny for the moment, I let myself relax totally.

I’m not sure when I realized that Manny had turned off his shower. I guess I noticed the reduction in noise. I glanced over at his stall and saw that not only was he no longer showering, but that he was standing there, with his curtain pulled completely open, playing with his cock and watching me. I pulled my curtain open completely also and looked at him; he was looking at me with lust and desire and his cock was rapidly hardening, “Suck me,” he whispered. Fucking hell, I thought, what’s gotten into him? I couldn’t look away, oh fuck, I thought, I want him and that cock so bad; no, we can’t, not here, I told myself, if someone sees us, there’ll be trouble that we definitely don’t need. I looked at him, my cock getting hard for him yet again and said, “Manny, no, please, we can’t, not here,” and he kept stroking his cock, saying in a very low, but still audible whisper, “Please Eric, I’m so fucking horny from feeling your strong hands touching me while we were working out, I can’t stop thinking about it, please, I want you to suck my dick,” and I couldn’t help it, I started stroking my own even as I feebly protested, my arousal rapidly weakening my resolve; “Manny, if we get caught….,” I whispered and he cut me off before I could continue, saying in a pleading tone, “I don’t care if we get caught, I want your mouth on my cock right now, please Eric, look at how hard I am, you’re hard too, you want it, I know you do,” and my resistance crumbled, nobody was here but us, we were alone I told myself and I left my stall and walked over to his, my hard dick visible to anyone who would walk by, dropped to my knees and swallowed his cock.

His cock was clean now, with none of the usual musky scent, but it was delicious nonetheless and I savored every inch of it. I could taste his precum and I pulled my mouth off so I could lick the head clean then went down again, all the way to the base, so the head hit my throat and I massaged the shaft with my tongue and I heard him moaning softly, “Oh fuck yeah man, that’s it, suck it good, yeah I needed this so bad,” and I worked my lips and tongue over every inch, feeling it throb in my mouth; I completely forgot my fear of getting caught, all I wanted now was to make him feel good; I licked my thumbs until they were wet with spit, then reached up to rub his nipples with them while I moved my mouth up and down his rock hard dick; his pleasure was absolute now, he was moaning continuously and I was so damned happy to have his cock in my mouth yet again, its hardness filling me up; I looked up at him while I sucked and drooled and he looked down at me, his handsome face looking enraptured from the power he had over me right now, over what he was making me do; then he took that power further and he grabbed my head with both hands and started to skull fuck me, driving his cock in and out of my mouth almost violently, shoving it all the way down my throat, almost making me choke, a steady, powerful pumping that drove his throbbing manhood in and out of my mouth; my jaw started to ache, but I didn’t care, I would do anything to please him; his moans became louder and I was oblivious to the fact that someone might hear; his thrusting became more intense and I could see from his face that he was close to the edge; he started whispering, “I’m gonna cum Eric, oh fuck man I can’t hold it any longer, yeah, fuck yeah, here it comes, fucking take my load, oh fuck yeahhhh,” and his cum spewed from his cock in a massive gush that filled my mouth and I took all his seed as it covered my tongue and hit my throat, I curled my tongue back and swallowed, but he wasn’t done and more of his delicious load was shot on my tongue and I swallowed that also and then worked his cock head, sucking every last drop out of him as he kept shooting over and over; his body writhed and convulsed with every pulse and throb of his still rock hard dick until there was no cum left and slowly, ever so slowly, his cock went limp and slipped from my mouth and he leaned back against the shower wall, dazed and weak from his intense orgasm.

My head gradually cleared and I stood up and leaned back against the opposite wall, my own cock rock hard and jutting in his direction, unable to believe what we had just done. I looked over at him just standing there, his eyes closed, muttering softly, “Oh fuck yeah, that was great, you’re the best Eric, thank you, I needed that so badly,” and I quickly looked out of the stall and checked the shower area; it was still deserted and I could hear no sounds coming from the locker area, so I walked over to him and put his right hand on my cock; he opened his eyes, mildly surprised and I looked into his handsome face and said in a low, rough tone, “We’re not done yet,” I paused, rubbing my dick against his hand and then said, “Now it’s my turn.” He looked a little anxious, swallowed hard and said, “You want me to suck you now?” “Yeah,” I said, “now get on your knees. Hurry up, before someone comes.” He got down on the floor and took my cock in his hand again. He looked up at me and asked in an almost timid voice, “Do I have to swallow this time?” I nodded and whispered, “Yeah, you gotta go all the way buddy.” I gently caressed his face with one hand and then said, “You can do it Manny, I know you can,” and he gave a sweet smile and went down on my cock.

It was instant ecstasy; I had forgotten how good his mouth felt sucking me, so hot and wet. He remembered from last time to relax his jaw and he only took part of my cock in at first, swirling his tongue around the head like I had taught him, then went further down on it before coming up for air. He looked up at me with pride in his eyes, then back at my cock. I felt a rush of warm saliva pour from this mouth and cover my dick and he used it as lube and started stroking me like a pro; he looked up at me again and whispered, “How am I doing man?” and I just looked back at that beautiful, eager young face and said, “It feels fucking awesome buddy, yeah spit on it again,” and he let more spit drip from his mouth and he slicked my cock up even more and I knew if he kept that up, I would cum before long; I was already so fucking horny from servicing his cock, but he had to learn to swallow my load and I wanted to cum in his mouth more than anything right now, so I told him, “Put it back in your mouth,” and he devoured it without hesitation, “yeah, that’s right, you’re doing great, yeah all the way in,” and he took it all the way to its base without choking, then started sucking it up and down in a steady rhythm and I was moaning like crazy and he pulled his mouth off it and looked at me and asked, “You’re getting close?” and I said, “Oh fuck yeah Manny, swallow my load baby,” and he said, “I’m gonna try man,” and he went back to sucking, faster and faster to try and make me cum. I looked down at him and I said, “Fuck man, I’m cumming, yeah I’m gonna shoot, get ready baby, oh fuck yeah, take it Manny, take it now,” and I felt the first load of cum shoot into his mouth; I watched him tense up like he was about to choke or spit it up, but he got it down and swallowed; I shot load after load and he knew what he was doing now and he took it all, never pausing as he kept sucking and swallowing; the feeling in my cock was so fucking intense, I almost cried out and I clamped my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t be heard and my cock kept pulsing and he kept sucking until I was utterly spent and had no more cum to give him and he let my softening tool slip from his mouth.

He stood up and wiped some of my cum from his mouth. Turns out he hadn’t gotten it all, but I didn’t care; he had done great for a first time load swallower. I started to tell him that when I heard voices in the shower area. We both froze and despite his earlier bravado, he looked terrified at getting caught, but he was smart enough to remain silent and still. I listened carefully and I heard two guys laughing and joking. I heard them get into two of the stalls near the entrance. Then there was the sound of their showers turning on and then I heard them slide their curtains shut. We were safe. We looked at each other, then started giggling quietly like a couple of mischievous schoolboys. We got our towels, dried off what little moisture remained on us and headed back to the locker area. While we were getting dressed, I noticed that Manny could not stop grinning; he was obviously delighted that we had gotten away with something naughty. We finished getting dressed, gathered up our gym bags and headed for my truck.

Once we were in the truck and had shut the doors, he turned to me, still grinning and said, “Man, that was so hot, I can’t believe we did that. I guess I was so horny that I wasn’t thinking, but damn, the way you sucked my cock and me finally swallowing your cum,” “We?” I asked. “I believe it was you who started it by making me so horny that I couldn’t think straight.” He leaned over the center console and put his face directly in front of mine. “Yeah,” he said and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, “I did start it. But you didn’t really try to stop me, did you,” he kissed me again, “and it was pretty fucking awesome, wasn’t it?” and he kissed me a third time and I said, “Yeah, it was pretty fucking awesome. You did a great job swallowing your first cum load. I’m real proud of you actually.” He sat back in the passenger seat, looking mighty pleased with himself. I just stared at him and smiled; he was definitely something special, this young Latin stud. I looked at my phone; it was almost 3:00 p.m. “I think I need a drink,” I said, “and some company for the rest of the afternoon.” He just gave me his usual charming smile and said, “Let’s go man.”

We got back to my place and I told him to make himself comfortable. He kicked off his shoes and stretched out on the sofa; he had changed into jeans and a t-shirt before we left the gym. I made myself a rum and coke and asked if he wanted anything; he didn’t want any liquor and asked for some water. I joined him in the living room and stared at him lying on the sofa; he was taking up the entire length. “Uh, Manny,” I said and he realized that I wanted to sit and he said, “Oh sorry, my bad,” and sat up straight. I sat on the end of the sofa and gave him his water, which he drank down all at once then set the glass on the coffee table and slouched back against the cushions. I turned on the television and switched it to the Rangers game, just to have something to watch. I looked over at him and said, “You can stretch out again if you want.” He looked at me and said, “I’d have to put my head in your lap,” and I motioned him over and said, “It’s okay Manny; stretch out, put your head in my lap and relax.” So he did. We just sat there, together, watching the game, but not really paying any attention to who was winning. As I gently ran my hand through his hair, I realized that I had never before seen him so calm and serene. I could get used to this, I thought. He was quiet for so long that I thought he had fallen asleep. I gave his shoulder a little shake and said, “Hey buddy, you awake?” “Yeah, I’m awake,” he said, “just thinking.” “About?” I asked. “Something I’ve been thinking about since I left here yesterday.” I waited a minute then asked, “You going to tell me what it is?” “Yeah, I’ll tell you,” he said. He paused and then said, “I think I want you to fuck me again.”

To Be Continued….