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My earliest sexual experiences with a man and the first time I was fucked by one. Was with a guy called Dave. I used to meet many years ago, while I was still at school. He was one of my paper-round deliveries. He used to make me to dress as a school girl and wear lingerie. While I sucked him and was fucked by him. He would spank me (not enough to leave lasting marks) and verbally abuse me, while i was sucking him and he was fucking me. He would call me a sissyboi, sissy slut, cock whore, faggot, bitch etc and he made me call him daddy whenever we were alone together (this I found weird at first but then I discovered it made me really horny).

He would make me suck his very large cock (it was approximately the size of a standard can of shaving gel) till he got hard before he fucked me and again after he had fucked me bareback and had cum deep in my ass, which he called my sissy pussy. All this started because he caught me wanking over a page 3 girl in the newspaper one morning. He told me that he would report me to my employer, if I didn’t go round that evening and help him with some work in the garden. All this was a pretence on his part.

Just to get his cock in me. It started with a beer, a bit of weed, straight porn videos and magazines that quickly moved to bisexual and gay porn, with us wanking each other, the next thing I knew we were sucking each other off (he actually gave me my first ever handjob and blowjob). This then led to him fucking me and even though he was a top he always made me cum in one way or another. The first time Dave fucked me it hurt like hell. It left me bruised and sore for around a week and occasionally bleeding for a few days (this i had to hide from my parents and school). It was a good thing i only wore black boxer shorts.

This is what happened the first time Dave fucked me. I was already staying the night at his place under the pretence of a sleepover at a school friends house, to study. We were in his bedroom on the bed in a 69 position and i had been sucking his big cock while a porn video was playing. After i had stopped sucking him because he told me to. Dave asked me if i’d ever had my boipussy (this was the first time he had called it something other than my ass) eaten. I replied no, he told me to lie face down on the bed with a pillow under my cock and balls to raise me up and make it easier for him to eat me out.

He climbed up behind me, spread my cheeks and proceded to lick, nibble, suck and probe me with his tongue (i had already showered earlier and shaved my pubes and ass smooth at his request) as he stretched me open slightly. He then told me to hold my cheeks open as far as i could while he continued to eat me out and play with my cock a bit (which he started to call my clitty I thought was a bit weird).Dave suddenly stopped eating me out and i felt something bigger probing at my hole .I tried to say no and get him to stop. Dave growled at me i’ll do to you what i want, when i want and held me down and slowly forced his massive cock into me while i screamed and tried to fight him off. Dave told me with a menacing tone, that he loved it when i struggled.

I soon gave up struggling as i had run out of energy and i laid there crying while he raped me . As he fucked me he started to calm down and tell me what a beautiful tight sissy pussy i had and how nice it was. As i laid there sobbing he started to get angry again and shouted at me to stop crying or he’d really give me something to cry about. Unfortunately for me my body betrayed me and cum started to run out of my cock as his cock rubbed my prostate while he fucked me. All of a sudden he stopped fucking me, pulled out and started to laugh as he’d noticed i was cumming. He said look at that my little sissy bitch loves it when daddy fucks her.

I replied you did’nt fuck me you raped me, with that he grabbed me and slapped me round the face and told it was’nt rape as i was enjoying. My body proved that by cumming. Before i could argue he grabbed my head, forced my mouth open with his hands and shoved his semi hard cock in my mouth and told me to make him hard again because he was going to fuck my sweet little sissy pussy some more. When i had got him hard he told me i can cooperate or i can be forced again. Either way he was going to fuck me whether i enjoyed it or not. I politely asked him to be gentle and told him i would cooperate.

His whole attitude changed instantly. He told me to lie on my front and hold myself open as he applied some cold lube to my hole .When he was ready he slowly pushed his cock back in as i winced and started to cry with the discomfort. Dave started to speak softly and gently to me telling me to breath through it and try to push him out like i was going to the toilet. After he had fucked me again for a while with various speed, depth and force, he stopped with his cock pulsating balls deep in me as he flooded my wrecked, bruised and battered ass with his cum. After he had finished cumming he told me clean his cock with my mouth.

I did this without complaint as i was too knackered to argue and to scared at what would happen if i said no. Later on he took me back to the bathroom, showered and shaved the rest of my body while being extremely gentle and nice. Dave told me to go and take a nap and he would wake me in a while. Dave came up and woke me. He told me clothes were in the guest room. I went into the guest room to find a pair of skimpy black lace panties, bra, suspender belt and stockings laid out on the bed and no sign of my male clothes.

I was in shock and a state of panic. I angrily shouted at Dave “where the fuck are my clothes” he came charging upstairs wearing a bathrobe and grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall. He said to me put the lingerie on or the nice treatment will stop and he’ll go back to fucking me like the first time earlier today. He left the room and i put the lingerie on, he returned with a girls school uniform and told me to put it on and come down stairs. When i arrived downstairs Dave handed me a large glass of red wine, i gulped it down quickly. He then started to cuddle me and started to kiss me, responded and he started to slide his hand up the skirt and grope my ass through the panties.

He then told me to get on my knees and suck his cock. I slowly dropped to my knees and undid the robe, his massive soft cock was right at mouth height. I started to suck his cock and as it grew in my mouth he moaned with pleasure. I thought to my self if i can make him cum, he won’t fuck me. Suddenly he told me to stop or he was going to cum, i disobeyed him and he grabbed my hair and pulled out of my mouth .He made me stand up, slapped me round the face for disobeying him and then bent me over the table, pushed up the skirt and ripped the panties to one side, spat on my sissyboipussy and forcefully slid his hard cock balls deep in me.

I screamed with pain as he did’nt stop till he was balls deep. He told me to shut up and take it you sissy whore, as i cried out in pain with tears streaming down my face, the pain slowly became pleasure as my already ruined sissyboipussy stretched to accommodate his large cock, he continued to fuck me until he was ready to cum then he pulled out and stuffed his cock in my mouth and unloaded into my throat as he throat fucked till he came. I then made me strip down to just the lingerie and go up to his bedroom. Where he continued to fuck my sissypussy (as he called it) and mouth a number of times in various positions.

Till the early hours while verbally and physically abusing me, this included twisting, pinching, pulling and slapping my nipples, cock and balls with varying degrees of force. All the while making me call him daddy and thanking him for it. I finally could’nt take much more and i passed out with exhaustion. When i awoke later in the morning, i was still wearing the remains of the lingerie and parts of me were covered in a mixture dried cum (some of it mine), anal juices, spit and lube. My nipples were bruised, my balls ached, my cock was sore and bruised in places.

My asshole was bruised, battered and loose enough that i could slide my fingers in with minimal resistance. It was oozing a mixture of cum (some of it my own as Dave had decided to use my own cum as lube when i came while he was fucking me), lube, a small amout of blood, anal secretions and spit. Dave came into the room looking and acting like a totally different person. He could’nt of been nicer. He told me to have a shower, put my male clothes and have some breakfast. Later he drove me back to not far from my parents house, as he dropped me off he said see you next weekend Chrissi and told me i better not tell anyone about what happened as nobody would believe me anyway.

For most of the next week my whole body ached, my nipples, cock and balls were bruised and sore. My asshole slowly recovered but was bruised, occasionally bleeding (this i had to hide from my parents and school). It was a good thing i only wore black boxer shorts. I managed to avoid Dave for most of the week when i delivered his papers, but little did i realize that he knew my parents and when i got home from school my mother told me Dave had phoned and asked if i’d like to earn some extra cash over the weekend. Helping him in the garden and with stuff to the house. She told me she’d already agreed and he would be picking me up at 5pm friday. When friday came i was a nervous wreck inside, Dave picked me up.

The first thing he said was. Bet you were surprised when you found out i knew your parents. I replied yes daddy (as i did’nt want to anger him). When we arrived at his house and went in, he kissed me and pushed me down to my knees, i knew what he wanted. Undid his trousers and took his cock out .I proceeded to make him hard and without warning he grabbed my head and unloaded a massive load of cum in my mouth, which i swallowed without hesitation. He told me i was a good sissy and told me to go and get ready.

I asked him if he could be a bit gentler with me this time as i’d had a hard job explaining some of he bruises and discomfort i’d been in. He told me it would all depend on how i behaved. As he escorted me to the bathroom he said firstly i’m going to give you a enema so that you will be nice and clean wont make me angry by making a mess. During the enema procedure which took around a couple of hours, he had me repeatedly suck his cock, but he did’nt cum ( i later found out his sexual stamina was down to viagra).

After the enema was complete he told me to shower and shave my body. While i was final rinsing he stepped in the shower with me. His cock was rock hard and throbbing, he grabbed a handful of vaseline smothered his cock with it and turned me to face the wall, as he spread my legs and bent me slightly forward. I felt his cock slowly enter me. It hurt like hell but with a bit of breathing and hiding the fact i was in pain he carried on slowly fucking me until he unloaded his cum deep in my guts. He pulled out, left me in the shower with instructions to finish up and get dressed with the clothes in the guest room.

This time there was, white thigh high hold up stockings, g-string, bra, a leather collar with three chains with clips on the ends attached, a strange looking rubber thing and strange looking thing made of shiny metal that looked like a small dog muzzle (i later found out was a butt plug and a chastity cage). got dressed in the lingerie, but did’nt know what to do with the other item. So i took them down stairs to Dave hoping he would’nt be angry. Surprisingly he was’nt. He told me to lower the bra as he fastened the collar around my neck, i felt two sharp pains as he attached two of the clip to my nipples and he put the bra back into position. He then told me lower proceeded to lock my cock and balls in the chastity cage, While telling me my clitty was out of bounds for me to touch except for when i cleaned through the cage after going to the toilet.

He then hooked the third chain to the chastity cage , i went to pull up the g-string, he stopped me and told me to get on my knees. I instinctively dropped and opened my mouth. Dave laughed, held up the butt plug and said this isn’t going in there, now put your forehead on the floor and show me your sissypussy. I knelt forward and pulled my cheeks apart. I felt something cold on my hole and a something push at it, i thought he was starting to fuck me. So i stayed still, then my hole opened and i felt a sharp pain and something larger than i’d felt before go I and stop. It felt weird .

Dave told me to stand up and pull up the g-string , i timidly asked what the thing was that he’d put in me. I got told it’s a plug Chrissi to train your pussy to stop you crying every time i fuck you. With that he attached a lead to the ring connecting the three chains and gave it a sharp tug, i whimpered ,but my caged cock betrayed me by twitching and leaking a small drop of cum, mainly thanks to the pressure from the plug and my clenching on it as my nipples were tweaked. Dave commented, looks like the little sissy slut likes it, as he slapped my ass hard a few times. At every slap i whimpered, clenched and dripped more cum.

Fast forward a few hours during which time. My nipples had been tweaked a number of times causing after effects and the plug had been removed and reinserted a number of times, leaving me a gaping, quivering mess and the g-string soaked with cum, due to Dave discovering what this did to me. Later on Dave decided it was time for him to fuck me. He led me up to the bedroom with the lead. I assumed the usual position on my knees with my mouth open, without being asked.Dave told me to stand up and led me over to the bed, where he laid on his back and told me to make him hard, when he was read.

I was told to stand up, take the g-string off and bend over the bed. Without warning the plug was removed and he buried his cock balls deep in me, as i groaned with a mixture of pain, pleasure and surprise (more pleasure than pain as i was starting to enjoy the treatment) he stuffed the cum soaked g-string into my mouth. As he fucked me with a mixture of his cock and the plug, he pulled on the clamp chain. I went weak at the knees and experienced such a powerful orgasm i temporarily blacked out. When i came around i was on my back with my feet over his shoulders as he pounded my gaping slack hole.

With a final hard deep thrust, he stopped balls deep in me and i could feel his cock twitching as he unloaded deep inside me. He told me i was a good little sissy. After i had cleaned his cock and got him hard again and swallowed his load, he removed all the devices and the lingerie. Took me to the bathroom and helped me shower due to my legs being wobbly. He fed me and got me slightly drunk and i went to bed in the guest room because he stated that if i got back in his bed. He would’nt be able to control himself and i had to go home the next day. In the morning i gave him a last blowjob before he took me home.

I continued to go round to his house and see him as often as possible. Sometimes even bunking off school, to spend the day with him. As i was addicted to what and how he made feel. Then one day, the paper delivery was cancelled and he had moved away while I was on holiday. I was around 16½. I later found out that he was a divorced father and the various items of female clothes including most of the lingerie (but not all of it,some of it he bought specially to fuck me in) and school uniform he got me to wear when we were together were his daughters who left them there while she was away at university. So many happy memories, some of them were painful at first when the experiences that made them happened, but now when i remember them i get highly aroused.

At the sound of Avery’s voice from the doorway, Grant flinched. His cock, still inside Jason’s dripping hole, shrank like ice on a hot day. Scrambling to his feet he pulled up his pants while mumbling apologies over and over. With his mind and breath racing, he was unable to look at either client. He continued fumbling with his pants button and belt as his brain screamed ‘Run!’

Spotting his notepad on the floor he bent to retrieve it with only thoughts of how to get past Avery, who was still blocking at the doorway. He could hear Jason’s muffled voice, as if from far away. Only single words were registering. “Babe”, “Showing”, “Grant”, “Upset”, “Hey”, “Don’t “, “Breathe”. With his breathing now ragged and loud in his own ears, Grant began to wonder why the floor looked suddenly closer before everything went dark.

Grant awoke, not in the “Playroom”, but in one of the smaller rooms just down the hall. His shoes had been removed and a light blanket was thrown over him. Slightly disoriented he still had a feeling he hadn’t been out for too long. Suddenly an urgent need to urinate overcame him but he lay there for a few minutes longer hoping he could just hold on and run. Run somewhere, anywhere but here. His only full-blown homosexual experience and he was found pants down with his ass exposed, his cock still embedded in the discoverer’s lover. Sitting up, his head still swirling, Grant realized there was no way he could leave without peeing. He sat on the side of the bed until he felt secure enough to stand, his bladder pressing the point.

Walking to the door he heard voices in the Playroom. He could detect Jason’s low bass and assumed the higher-pitched and faster talker was Avery. As he approached he could finally make out the words.

“Is this what you’ve been doing while you’ve been “working” late. Seducing all the hotel employees?” This was not Avery’s normal ‘devil may care’ tone of voice. He definitely cared.

“He’s not an employee A. You’re the one who said he was gay not me.” Stunned Grant stopped. ‘I’m not gay’ he thought. He could hear a pleading tone in Jason’s voice. ‘Was I just a notch on Jason’s belt?’

“Only because I could see how he looked at you. Do you know who he reminded me of Jason? Me! That’s who.” Jason said something low Grant couldn’t catch. Avery cut him off and said “Please! Don’t tell me you didn’t plan this out.” Avery’s voice turned mocking. “Come to lunch Grant. I’ll show you the house Grant. Tell me your secret Grant.”

“You’re being unreasonable, Babe” Grant flinched knowing from experience what a huge mistake Jason had just made.

Instead of going up an octave Avery’s voice dropped lower. “Am I now! You know J I think you get off on people lusting after you. Me, Alex, Gabriel, and now Grant. Not to mention the bellboys and desk clerks who sigh when you walk by. The guests who you ask if you’re a model. Hell, even the linen delivery guy told me what a hot piece of ass you are, maybe not in those words.”Fit guy” I think he said but you get my point. You gonna let him fuck you next?”

“A!” Grant could hear the cry in Jason’s voice in just a single letter.

Avery’s voice came out but softer now. Grant could hear a sigh escaping then “I’m sorry J. It’s just that we used to do things like this together. You and me and some hot guy like Grant from the club. We’d spend a wild night in bed with them but in the end, it would just be me and you. Then we would crawl back to Alex with our tails between our legs and make it up to him.” Avery’s voice sounded wistful, lost in thought. “Now it seems like we’re going in different directions. When was the last time you and I made love? I mean not just fucked J. I mean made love. I’m scared J. Scared I might lose you. So when I saw you with Grant looking so happy I lost it. Sorry I flew off the handle.”

Jason’s voice sounded muffled like he was speaking into Avery’s neck, which come to think of it he probably was. “A you’ll never lose me. I love you.” Grant’s stomach flipped hearing his crush tell Avery he loved him. ‘WTF is wrong with me?’ He thought.

Grant could hear the bed creak and Jason’s clear voice “It’s probably not the best time to say this but the reason I’ve been “working late” wasn’t because of work.”

Avery’s voice came out ice cold. “Where were you?”

Grant could actually hear Jason taking a deep breath before he continued. “Just remember what I’m going to tell you I did for you and Alex.” Avery’s silence was deafening. “Those nights I’ve been out late I’ve been working with Gabriel. He’s been helping me to try to be less forceful and more in the moment in bed. You guys have given me so much but I always feel like I’m just taking and not giving anything back.” Jason paused presumably waiting for Avery to reply and was met by dead silence. Jason plowed ahead, “What just happened with Grant was me giving someone else what Alex and you gave me. I would never have been able to do it if Gabriel wasn’t helping me.” He stopped speaking again waiting for Avery. Crickets.

“A, say something?”

“So Grant was homework? Or an after-school activity? Which one Jason?” The hurt he felt and was trying to give was crystal clear in Avery’s voice.

Grant didn’t know if Avery’s words hit Jason as hard as they hit him. ‘Homework? I’m nobody’s fucking homework or charity case!’. Grant was starting to get angry rather than embarrassed. As Grant heard Jason start to stutter a response his anger got the best of him and he walked into the playroom and while knocking on the door and said. “Sorry to interrupt but where’s the bathroom?”

Jason and Avery both jumped at the unexpected interruption. As Jason pointed to their private bathroom, Avery snorted and said “You should probably help your protégé.”, brushing past Grant he walked out of the room.

Jason started to follow but Grant grabbed his arm and said ‘I am still a bit woozy. I probably could use some help,” He saw the conflict in Jason’s face and added, “Might be better to let him cool down anyway.” Grant flashed the sad puppy eyes that always used to work on his ex, at least in the beginning. He saw Jason’s shoulders slump and, with a sigh, he began leading Grant to the bathroom. As he followed behind Jason a tight grin spread across Grant’s face. ‘That will teach him to call me “homework”‘.

It was a confused Avery that rode the elevator up to Gabriel’s penthouse. After leaving J and Grant he texted Gabriel asking to see him, then texted Alex to meet him there. He initially wanted to “out” J and confront Gabriel, with Alex there as backup, but as the elevator rose he was less and less sure of his intentions. He wasn’t really mad at J, well he was a little, he was just mostly confused. It seemed like J was pulling further and further away from them and he didn’t know what to do. As the doors opened and hearing Gabriel’s booming laugh, he followed the sound of it and found Alex and Gabriel sitting over drinks in the den.

Spotting him Alex said. “Slick I was just telling Papi G about some of our more colorful Inn guests over the years. Remember the two guys in rubber suits whose zippers got stuck?”

As Alex turned away lost in memories. Gabriel looked at Avery and said, “I do not think Angel is here to reminisce Alex. What’s is wrong Chulo?”

“What are you drinking Alex?” Avery asked to stall for time.

“Vodka tonic. Want one?”

“Yes please, thanks.”

As Alex left to go make the drink Avery turned to Gabriel and said. “J told me.”

Gabriel nodded but stayed silent forcing Avery to continue.

“I walked in on him and Grant, the guy from yesterday. Grant had just fucked him in our bed.” Gabriel’s eyebrow rose but still said nothing. “I came here to confront you but on the way over I realized I’m not mad at you. I know how persuasive J can be when he wants something and I’m sure you were just trying to help him.” Avery paused and lowered his voice. “But I am sad he felt the need to hide this from us. Plus I’m scared.”

“Scared about what?” Alex said as he returned carrying two glasses.

After gulping his drink Avery spilled all J had told him up to him storming out of the house. As he finished he looked at Alex’s face and said “Please don’t go all “Alex’ on me right now. It’s not about you it’s about all of us, so take a moment before you speak.” Alex opened and closed his mouth a few times and finally grunted and sat back in his chair.

It was Gabriel who broke the silence. Leaning forward in his chair he asked, “So my friends why does Oscuro seeking to be a better lover threaten you? He came to me with only thoughts of you both in his head. Jason’s dealings with this Grant person today seems to be a way for him to give someone the gift of self-awareness that you two gave to him, which he has spoken of many times with gratitude. Why does this threaten you both so much?” Gabriel sat back and waited.

Alex spoke first. “With me I guess it’s because I’m older. I fell hard for Jason” Pointing at Avery he continued, “And this guy here wormed his way into my heart pretty quick too. I’ve been walking around since then waiting for the other shoe to drop. I thought it happened when Slick met you Papi G but we just got lucky.” He reached out and patted Gabriel on the knee. “Bottom line I don’t like change and after making a huge life change to live with my boys I like to think it will last forever.” Alex sat back and pointedly looked at Avery as if to say “Your turn”.

Avery smiled for the first time since he got there. “I think I wormed my way into your cock in that hotel shower, Alex. Your heart came later, but I feel you Dad.” Avery chuckled as Alex made a face. He hated being called Dad.

“Seriously though it’s kind of the same thing with me. After wanting Jason for over 10 years, then finally getting him, I feel like I’m living a dream, and you always eventually have to wake up from dreams. Jason changing things up kinda sets off those fears. ” He cast his eyes downward lost in thought.

Gabriel rose and began pacing back and forth as he spoke. “You both speak of fear and want and falling but neither speak love. Ai! Americans!” He laughed to break the tension. “You have not asked for my advice but I will impart some, free of payment. You are clinging to the past. If relationships, both personal and sexual, do not evolve then they die. Take me. Until I met you Angel I was stuck in the past always seeking to inflict pain to assuage my guilt about Nico. Now I try to help others achieve enjoyment instead of pain.” He paused and sat back in his chair before continuing. “Take this as a sign from heaven, Angels. I challenge you both, right here, right now, to embark on something new and exciting.” Staring at them with hooded eyes he waited in silence.

Avery raised his head and stared at Alex, a slow smile forming on his face.

“No!” Alex snapped

“Something new and exciting the man said, Alex.” Avery’s grin got wider.

“No fucking way Slick ” Alex began to stand but fell back down as Gabriel said “Sit!” in his full Papi G voice.

“Alex, do you trust me?” Gabriel asked. When Alex didn’t answer he said “Do you trust me to make sure you are safe and to ensure it stops if you wish?

Hesitatingly Alex said “Umm yes”

“Then tell me a safe word I will ensure Chulo listens, even if I have to use force.” Gabriel stared at Avery as he said it eliciting a “Who me?” shrug from him.

Alex sat there silently, his eyes flitting back and forth between Avery and Gabriel until he finally said “Potato.”

Avery’s snicker was cut off by a single glance from Gabriel. “Potato it is then. Come Alex let us adjourn to prepare.” While reaching out a hand to help Alex up he turned to Avery and said “Wait for us in the bedroom Angel and prepare your mind. You are receiving a gift tonight. Please remember this and act accordingly.” Placing his arm around Alex’s shoulder he bent to whisper words of encouragement to him as they walked away.

Avery sat watching them thinking ‘Holy Shit! I’m gonna fuck Alex.’ Then automatically thought, ‘Wait till I tell J.’ He flinched remembering Jason was the reason this was happening. Standing, he downed the rest of his drink and walked to the bedroom. Suddenly feeling shy, he stripped down to his boxer-briefs and slid under the covers to wait.

Avery was dozing against the pillows on Gabriel’s king-sized bed when he heard footsteps. He kept his eyes closed, unmoving, as he heard the bed creak and shift under the weight of someone else. As he turned his head to the sound he slowly opened his eyes and stared up into Alex’s concerned face. He reached up and cupped his cheek as he broke into a smile prompting Alex to say “Slick if you think I’m an easy lay you have another…” Avery pulled Alex’s lips to his and kissed him tenderly, stopping him mid-sentence. Lowering his hand down Alex’s back he shifted him until Alex was straddling his crotch atop the covers. Moving his hands down he placed both hands onto Alex’s cheeks and squeezed as he continued exploring his mouth.

While closer to age 50 than he would like to admit, Alex continued to keep himself in great shape. Lean and toned, he preferred cardio over weight training. He had even taken up yoga thanks to Gabriel’s influence, with some light weight- training whenever Jason could cajole him into it. Since returning from NYC Avery had noticed more and more how tight and sexy Alex’s ass was, two grapefruits ripe for the fucking. He had been working on parting them for a while now and he finally had them in his hands prepped and ready.

Avery let his fingers brush against Alex’s hole and watched him shudder and tense. Alex uttered a “Slick!…” when Gabriel’s voice cut him off. Looming into view he stood there nude and placed a hand on Alex’s back. “Do not tense at his touch Senor Alex, he will not hurt you.” Looking down at Avery he asked, “Will you Chulo?”

Avery looked up into Alex’s dark blue eyes and said “Never.” Sliding his hands up to Alex’s shoulders he pulled him down into a warm slow kiss. With Gabriel offering quiet encouragement Alex began kissing down Avery’s chest until he reached his boxer briefs. Pulling them off he tossed them aside and planted himself between Avery’s thighs. Grasping Avery’s now hard cock he began slowly sliding his hand up and down it as he stared at it. “I never noticed how pretty your cock is Slick,” he said before he engulfed the head in his mouth. Hearing Avery moan he swirled his tongue around the head before sliding the shaft halfway into his mouth. Popping up he lifted his head and said “Doesn’t taste all that bad either.” With a “Focus, Senor Alex” from Gabriel and Avery’s hand guiding his head back down he bent and began sucking Avery’s cock, tentatively to start, then with head-bobbing intensity. Avery leaned back and let him find his way as he reached over and pulled Gabriel in for a kiss. As they broke apart Gabriel leaned over Alex and ran his fingertips up and down his back as he whispered words of encouragement to him.

Once Alex’s mouth had Avery’s cock as hard as possible he pulled Alex up for another deep kiss while slowly turning him over onto his back. Now on top Avery began working his mouth down Alex’s neck and chest until he was running his tongue down Alex’s happy trail, his hand around the hard cock just below it. Avery bent lower and ran his tongue around the fat head of Alex’s cock. Sliding it deep into his mouth, then throat, for a few deep strokes, but that was not his goal tonight. Rising back up and swirling around the head again he raised his eyes to Alex and smiled before moving his mouth to his inner thigh. Sliding his hands underneath them he began raising Alex’s legs into the air as his mouth delved under his ballsack atop his taint. Licking and sucking, his tongue in constant motion, as he exposed Alex’s pink bullseye.

As Avery continued his exploration of Alex’s as yet untapped (as far as he knew) ass, Gabriel slid in bed beside Alex and began kissing him and rubbing his chest and stomach. With Alex’s focus pulled off him Avery pushed Alex’s legs higher and began slowly rolling his tongue around the exposed pink ring. He felt it tighten then relax as he probed deeper. Sliding his tongue between the lips he heard Alex moan and felt him shift and press tighter against him while Gabriel’s hand slipped down and began toying with Alex’s cock. Pressing inward Avery began using all of Alex’s moves that his own hole had been subjected to over the past few years.

When he determined it was wet enough Avery placed his middle finger against the slicked opening and slowly slid inside. Stopping at each knuckle he parted Alex’s lips until he felt his hand against his cheek. Finger banging it for a few minutes he pulled out and spitting on his hand started sliding his middle and index finger inside. As he did he licked his way up Alex’s now throbbing cock before engulfing the head with his mouth. As he worked the eight-inch cock with his mouth and throat his fingers began slowly sliding in and out below. He again heard Alex moan inside Gabriel’s mouth and felt him spread his legs wider as if to ask for more.

Deciding the time was ripe Avery shifted until he was between Alex’s legs, while still pleasuring him with his fingers. Tapping his hand on Gabriel’s leg he motioned for the bottle of lube. Removing his fingers, but keeping his mouth on Alex’s pulsating dick, he lubed both his fingers and his own throbbing meat. Sliding the fingers back inside he thoroughly lubed the soon to be fucked hole. He withdrew then raised his head off Alex’s well-sucked cock.

Placing his hands under Alex’s calves he raised them and placed them onto his shoulders. Motioning to Gabriel to move aside he pushed his groin against the parted cheeks until his cockhead was teasing Alex’s hole. Smiling down at him he asked “Ready Dad?” Before Alex could answer he covered his mouth with his own and slid the head of his cock inside for the first time.

Alex gasped into his mouth. Avery felt his hole tighten around the intrusion. Gabriel had moved behind Avery and enveloped them both in his long arms with his hands on Alex’s side. Feeling Alwx clench he spoke softly into Avery’s ear “Give him words of encouragement, Angel. Tell him how much you love him. Make him feel wanted.”

Looking down into Alex’s scared eyes he said. “Alex, you know I love you.”

“Yes, Slick.” Avery bent down and placed his forehead to Alex’s and slid his cock further inside his now pinned lover.

“You know how much I want this.” Avery kissed his neck and another inch went in.

“Ohh. Um-hum. Yea, Slick.” Alex’s face and hole were still tensed.

“So trust me. Can you do that? I promise it will feel so good.” Another two inches slipped inside. Avery ran his tongue along Alex’s chin and began licking his ear.

“Slick? Oh ahh, Slick?” Alex’s breath was coming faster.

Raising his head Avery asked “Yes”

“Just fuck me already.” Pushing his head up Alex planted a kiss on Avery’s lips and raised his ass higher.

“Yes Sir!”

Avery slid his full length inside the now quivering hole, relaxed there balls deep a minute, then began pumping his cock in and out of Alex’s still tight walls. With each stroke, he felt less and less resistance as Alex relaxed his body and bounced to the beat of balls clapping ass. Avery felt Alex’s hands snake around and grab his cheeks as if to pull him in deeper. Together they built a rhythm that worked until suddenly Alex shouted “POTATO!”

Startled Avery stopped and asked what was wrong.

“Turn me over and fuck me doggie. I’m too old to keep my legs in the air that long.” As Avery pulled out Alex flipped himself and stuck his ass up into the air.

Avery knelt there confused before asking, “Why did you yell your safe word?”

“Figured it was the easiest way to get your attention. No shut up and fuck me stud.” Alex wiggled his ass higher in the air.

As Gabriel’s booming laugh rang in his ears, Avery lined up his cock and slid back inside Alex’s now open love shaft. Slapping one cheek hard in punishment Avery placed his hands on Alex’s hips and began bucking his cock deep inside with each stroke. As they again found their rhythm Avery reached behind him and grabbed Gabriel’s cock. Turning his head he mouthed “Fuck me Master” and continued to use Alex hard.

As Gabriel slid inside him Avery moaned and bent over Alex’s back. Placing his hands on Alex’s shoulders he began pumping his ass backward and his cock forward until he was lost in the sensations. Each thrust of Gabriel’s cock in his hole was matched with the same thrust into Alex’s ring. He continued until he heard Alex call out.

“Harder Slick. Fuck me harder ” and felt Alex reach back and grab his thigh. “I’m close goddamn you. Make me cum”

Supercharged by Alex’s demand Avery almost equaled Jason in his lust. As he pounded away he felt his cum begin to rise and grabbing Alex’s hips began working both his and Gabriel’s cock hard and fast. As he felt the cum moving up his shaft he began shouting “Fuck I’m gonna cum” over and over. Just before releasing inside Alex’s hard fucked hole he felt him stiffen and with a cry of “Fuckkkk” knew that Alex had just shot his own load. Slamming his hips down onto his cock as his cum filled Alex deep for the first time.

Spent Avery pulled his ass off Gabriel’s cock and fell on top of Alex’s back. He could hear the ‘fap fap fap” of Gabriel jerking but was too spent to care. Suddenly he felt a warm jet of cum all over his lower back and ass, as his own cock went limp inside Alex’s dripping hole.

As he caught his breath Avery looked down at Alex and asked “So how was it.”

Reaching back to stroked Avery’s face Alex replied, “Not bad, Slick. Not bad. Now get the fuck off me I’m not a body pillow”

Avery slid to the side to the sound of Gabriel’s booming laugh, slapped Alex on the ass, then pulled them both in for a cuddle.

To be continued…

Introduction – Dreaming of Leather men: 
Benson Long’s dream’s had all became a reality. He hung out with cool leather men and guided impressionable young twinks to manhood. Working out in the gay gym, he had helped to set up. And enjoying the men’s club underneath it. 4 years after his own initiation Benson met Robert. Using all he learned to guide the lad to his brotherhood of men. Leather men. Teaching the new protegee that dreams really can cum true.
This is an 8 part series describing the fun Benny had discovering his preferences.

Reading advice:
If this is the first chapter of this story you come across, then you may want to start at the beginning. Or this chapter won’t make much sense.

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What a difference four weeks make.

This Thursday morning, after my coming out party, it was pouring with rain like crazy. When this adventure began –  in mid-summer -, it had been hot and sultry. In just four weeks, I had turned my life completely around. From an extremely shy and timid kid. With a thick lanky dark-blond hair-do that was hanging in layers over my scalp like some emo nerd. All the way to a good-looking tattooed gay twink with an ebony muscle god for a boyfriend. And a cool look that matched my newly found much tougher and way more confident attitude. 

What a difference four weeks had made. “Just imagine what you can do with four years?” I thought, happy to myself, looking lustfully at my man. Theo was sleeping peacefully next to me. So yesterday – after the greatest birthday party ever – we left the mess downstairs for what it was. The 6 of us, Mom and Dad, Mark and Philip, Theo and I, all felt a little frisky. So we went up to our separate rooms to fool around a little. 

There was a lot of love shared in the Long-residence last night. Although I don’t know how much Theo truly noticed of it. We were both quite drunk, having celebrated so damned hard all day. Theo dropped off to dreamland pretty quickly. Not that it held him back from riding my ass like a mad man. No, not at all. As soon as we cuddled up naked under the duvet, he spooned me. Then, dreamily Theo lay his big muscular arm over my middle and pulled my ass roughly over his 9-inch rock-hard black man-tool.

Theo cuddle-fucked my hole for a while. Only his snores betrayed him that he was half asleep already. As I said, it started out nice enough. Yet, I was glad that I had lubed my ass before I had stepped into bed with my stud. Theo started to talk in his sleep. I laughed once I got the gist of it. I placed my phone on my bedside table and recorded us.

Theo dreamed, loudly, that he and his mates were using a foul-mouthed red-head cocky dude named Peter. They roughed him up. Then one by one, they screwed their victim in some nasty back alley near Watermann’s gym. Just for calling Theo and his gang faggots. They kicked the crap out of the 21-year-old Peter. Theo instructed his mates what to do with him. And he re-lived all of it in his very wet-dream. Taking my ass instead of Peter’s. And I was loving it. I made horny faces to the camera and moaned as I got roughly nailed by my half-sleeping stud. Apparently, my reactions matched Theo’s dream. Because he did not fully wake once. But he seeded my hole several times in a row.

This early morning, Theo lay there with the duvet pushed halfway off his naked chest. His golden barbell nipple-piercing was glistening against Big-T’s light brown skin. This, together with his tattooed pecs, made him look really tough. Theo must have been dreaming something good. He had a grin from ear to ear on his macho face. His cock had pitched a formidable circus tent under the duvet cover. God, did I love this guy. Theo was the best present I could have wished for on my 18th birthday.

I counted my blessings and sucked on his nipple for ages. Smelling his gorgeous body and licking his sweaty chest. Giving Theo tiny worshipping kisses all over. Suddenly his big strong hand glided through my hair. Pressing my face a little harder over his pierced nipple. Theo moaned softly as I gently bit down on it.

“Hi there… Boo… Mmm… So nice!” moaned Theo.
“Good morning, stud… Sleep well?” I asked. Realizing that it was the first time I had made out with anyone in my bedroom.
“Wow… Did I ever!” said Theo, elated. But still acting a bit sleep drunk.
I could not help myself, asking, “… Who’s Peter?…” I looked up a bit meanly at my man.
“Ummm… What do you mean, Boo?” Theo asked, a little fearful.
“You talk in your sleep, man… Sounds like you and your gang used this Peter very roughly,” I said with a dirty grin.
“I didn’t… I never… Huh?… I don’t get it…” replied Theo.
I picked my phone up and streamed last night’s sleep-fucking video from Theo and me on my new 55-inch TV.
“Oh, God… Well, there is no denying it then…” laughed Theo, horny.

I had snuck under the duvet and blew my man’s morning wood while he watched the video. After some time, Big-T kicked the duvet off us, and he grabbed my head a little forcefully. Pumping my face over his delicious dick. Making me gag while I was forced to deep-throat him.

I looked dangerously up at Theo, pushing his hands off the top of my head. I hooked my arms under his knees and crawled up over him. Dragging his legs up in the air with me. Theo’s eyes widened as my cock slid raw into his asshole. No prep, no remorse, no mercy. Just straight down the full length of the ebony rabbit hole. Nothing too rough or too mean. But one hard, relentless push forward.

“Ohhh… Fuck… Arghhh… Oh, God… You’re so big, Ben…  Hole in One… Go slow… Boo… Oh Shit,” whimpered Theo.
I locked my fingers into his and gave Theo very little time to get used to my cock, stretching his hole open wide. After a few long strokes, Theo relaxed his body a bit. The way I lay on top of my man pinned him down. So he could literally do nothing else but accept reality. He was getting fucked. I was taking his hole if he wanted it or not. I did Theo in the same way he handled that Peter in the back alley. Rough and hard.

I upped the tempo. Pounding my stud and preparing to breed Big-T. “Take it, Bitch… I am going to shoot… Ah… Mmm… Nice tight hole… Who’s your daddy now?” I screamed.
“Oh yeah… Give it to me, man… I want your load… Seed my hole with your fucking big cock, Benny… Oh God, Yes!… Pound my ass full!” yelled Theo back.
I squeeze Theo’s hands hard and slammed my seed meanly into his gut.
“Oh fuck… I can feel it flow!… Damn… It’s going in deep… Shit… This is fucking hot!… Don’t pull out, Boo,” moaned Theo.

We screwed a long time after I shot my nut into Theo’s ass. Making a proper mess of my bed. Theo rolled us over but kept riding my glowing rod.
“Oh… Fuck… Shit dude… I am so close!” moaned Theo a few minutes later. He had slicked up his 9-inch dick and was jerking himself off with two hands. Making sloppy noises emit from both his cock and ass. Theo dumped thick and heavy streams of spunk over my right pec and stomach. 

Two or three globs hit the bullseye, landing squarely on my right nipple. As if Theo was aiming for the tongue of the sea dragon tattoo on my right pec.
“Nice of you to feed Longwang Li too…” I joked at the mess Theo had made on my chest. “Want to tongue kiss Longwang Li and help him to clean up this mess?” I asked Theo naughtily as I wiped some globs of cum off my stomach to taste it. Theo bent over, slid off my dick, and vacuumed his own sperm off my nipple. Kissing Longwang Li in the process.
“How about sharing some of that with me too, boss?” I asked. Theo grinned up at me and plunged his cum-covered tongue into my mouth.

Theo was a bit out of breath after that early morning workout. So I let him lay in bed while I jumped under the shower. It was only a quarter to seven. We could not have had more than three or four hours of sleep. But I felt right awake after that shower. So I went downstairs to clean up the mess from yesterday’s party. Letting Theo catch up on his beauty sleep. 

By the time the rest stumbled back down, I had most of the party detritus cleared away already and had set the table for brunch. The smell of warm toast and fresh coffee had called them downstairs around ten o’clock. All were feeling a little worse for wear. But some strong coffee and a gentile chat cleared their hangovers right up. I had used up the leftovers and other snacks from yesterday’s party to serve up a feast.

As I stood at the kitchen counter to prepare Theo’s breakfast tray, I heard mom scream. “… Oh, God… Will you look at that?…” All of us looked at Eileen and saw what she was looking at outside. Karen McDougle walked past our house in the back alleyway. Her head was bent down low against the rain and stormy winds. The bun in her hair had come undone, and the long black locks were hanging down dripping wet. Making the other ways haughty woman look disheveled and forlorn.

At the same time, I got a text from Suzanne. I knew Suz as far back as pre-school. We had been best friends forever. Actually, I think Suzanne was the only true friend I had ever had growing up. But to me, Suz was more of a sister than anything else. Suzanne texted, “- The McDougles have been fighting like cats and dogs all night… I think Richard has finally kicked her out!… I’ll be over in a moment… See ya! -“ Suzanne Meijers lived next door to them. 

I knew that the McDougles were not a happily married couple. Even when Suzanne and I were kids, they threatened to divorce each other two or three times a year. However, it looked like yesterday’s homophobic events had pushed Richard over the edge. Mom grasped my arm as we watched Karen walk toward the double rainbow that had formed on the other side of the back street. She had a trolly case and an old-fashioned carpet bag in hand. Forsaken Karen walked out of sight.

“Nothing you can do about it, mom… It isn’t your fault she hates gays… I am just glad you’re okay with us,” I said calmly.
“I am so sorry, Benny…” she said, with a quavering voice.
“What are you sorry for, mom?… I could have kicked her out of the house as soon as they walked in yesterday,” I said, consoling Eileen. “… But thanks to Karen’s nasty comments, I had the perfect opportunity to tell everyone I am gay…”
Philip walked up to Eileen and added, “Yeah, that’s right… It gave us an angle to tell we are getting married too… Eileen… I think we should be grateful for Karen’s loudmouth.”

“Mom, if you want to feel sorry for someone, then think of Richard…” suggested Mark calmly.
“Your right, boys… I’ll go and see if he needs some…” started Eileen to say.
“You do nothing of the sorts, Eileen… I’ll text him first… Then we will see how he responds… He’s my friend,” said our father wisely. Fearing that mom could make things worse rather than better for Richard.

Suzanne rushed into my bedroom after I had served Theo his brunch in bed. The scene that awaited her knocked the wind right out of my best friend. She said, startled, “Oh?… Ummm… Sorry about that… I should have knocked first… Shouldn’t I?…” She stammered as she looked at Theo’s aroused naked body on my bed.

“Ha… Nothing you haven’t seen before, girlfriend… Come on in and have a threesome with us…” I laughed heartily at Suzanne. Banging on a spot between Theo and me on the bed. Theo grinned and gestured for Suzanne to join us. Suzanne blushed and shyly sat on the very edge of the bed. Suzanne had been Theo’s fling for a couple of months when we were much younger. That was until he tried to pimp her out to some of his mates. And she dumped him in a blink of an eye.

“Jeez, Suz… Don’t be shy, girl… You have tasted that fucking black meet plenty of times!… Or was that all a lie?” I asked as I pulled Suzanne in between Theo and myself.
“Ummm… Yeah… but still… You guys are lovers now…” she stammered, a little embarrassed.
“Well, I am still bi…” giggled Theo as he wiggled his dick lustfully at her.
“And if you want, Suz… You’re welcome to do my man’s front… While I take care of his rear…” I joked naughtily.

Suzanne considered us for a moment. Then she nastily smiled before pulling the duvet over the three of us. Helping Theo to eat his breakfast while she cuddled up between us. Somehow this didn’t feel weird at all. Suzanne stroked Theo’s meat while she kissed me dearly.

“I had such a great time yesterday, Benson…” She said softly, “Sorry about that McDougle woman, though… You guys look really cool together… I am glad that I am lesbian… Or I would have a hard time picking whom I want as a boyfriend!” 
Theo and I choked and gasped at that comment. “Are you gay too, Suzanne?… Shit, Theo, we do need to get the water tested asap!… I think it’s catching!” I quipped, astonished.

“Well, then you haven’t heard about Richard McDougle…” said Suzanne with a nasty grin.
“What about him?…” I asked, bewildered.
“He’s been caught teaching the choir boys at Karen’s church something else than how to sing…” grinned Suzanne. “As queer as a doorknob, that one!”
“Shit… Really?… I thought he hit it off a little too well with John Wang Li and Doc Brown yesterday evening too… Haven’t seen them for a while yesterday… I do wonder…” I said quizzically.
“Wonder no more… Your bike-shed was quite busy!” joked Suzanne naughtily. The three of us laughed hard and made out a little.

Suzanne became a staple in Theo’s and my life. We even had a few naughty threesomes with her over the following years. Not that it was planned. We just let it happen naturally. As so many other wonderful things started to happen to Theo and me. Together with Suzanne, I went to the business management college in our town. Were I quickly became one of the popular jocks in college.

Several times a week, I worked out in our gym with Theo as a trainer. The help, meds, and the guidance I got from Doc Brown had done their job. I quickly started to gain the muscle mass I had dreamed of. Making me look the way I felt. Turning me into the athletic stud that I desired to become. And that to the increasing pleasure of Theo. Theo had invited me to join his rock band. We looked so fucking cool together.  We played our gigs during some of the wilder college parties. Attracting even more attention to myself.

My popularity at college came with some side effects, though. Having to disappoint many a sexy woman and pleasing a lot of bi-curious young college dudes on campus. Most of those guy’s ended up working out in Tylor’s Workout Club. 

“– The place where Boys become man, and Men become friends for life –“.

Throughout my college years, I worked part-time for Philip and my father. Putting into practice there what I had learned at school. Managing the teams and running the property- and construction businesses with them. I aced most of my classes as a result.

Theo moved into one of the new apartments above the gym. Making it our lovenest. Big-T started to work full-time as a trainer and manager at Tylor’s gym. Tylor ran the men’s club underneath the gym himself. Making sure everyone had a lovely safe time there. I had feared that the gym would either attract the wrong crowd or get a name for being just another gay spot. 

That did not happen. In fact, most straight fathers happily took their sons there. Strengthened in the knowledge that their offspring would get a great workout and be perfectly safe there. In addition, our gym happily catered to all men; straights, bisexuals, as well as gays. We just had three hard rules. Except people as they are, don’t judge what you haven’t tried yourself, and ‘Live and let Live’. 

Even city hall was elated with the new look and feel of Pride Street. It had quickly become the hottest hangout spot in town. Sure, there were many more gay shops and nightclubs in our street than in other areas of our harbor town. But it was done aesthetically pleasing. Mothers would happily take their offspring from one part of the city center to the other via the gay Pride Street.

After college, I set up my own business. The only vacant shop left on Pride Street used to be a restaurant. Together with 3 partners, we created a classy restaurant next to the leather shop across from the gym. I left the running of it to the partners. We catered to most of the shop owners in our street. As well as the clients from the gym that loved the healthy foods we could supply them with. The restaurant, Ben’s, became a household name on Pride Street. With a big terras out front next to the leather shop. Our 12 male waiters always wore leather pants as a uniform. Rather than nametags, they wore army tags over their skin-tight T-shirts. Part of their job description was to look muscular. So all of them trained at Tylor’s too.

Suzanne opened up an art gallery with her new girlfriend on Pride Street. They sold a more eclectic taste in art. Well, I say eclectic; Suz didn’t shy away from the more hardcore pornographic art pieces. The other shops catered to a younger crowd as well. Leaning to the more exotic clothes that hip young twinks liked to buy. There was a shop for every taste. From punk to grunge, emo, goth, and sissy. All the way to skaters, surfers, hipsters, and jocks. Heck, you could get a 5 piece suit made as easily on Pride Street as you could get a full leather outfit. Our street had exactly the sort of shopkeepers that I had first envisioned for Pride Street 4 years ago.

And if ever there was trouble brewing in our street, the trainers from Tylor’s, the waiters from Ben’s, and the leather shop’s bouncers would calm things down right away. Making certain the gay-friendly nature of this endeavor was ensured. I oversaw the management of the Pride Street shop owners association. Earning me quite a bit of status amongst them. I could be firm if I needed to be. But I preferred to help the entrepreneurs rather than punish them. After all, most of them were my friends.

What a difference four years made. Our town’s rundown areas had gotten the Long imperium treatment. The rundown apartment’s near the harbor on Starboard Street became part of a new posh up-town neighborhood. The existing apartment buildings had all been refurbished and updated. Philip Parks lived in the large loft apartment on 409 Starboard street with Mark. It was a very classy joint with an ocean view and all. The area had new parks and a harbor boulevard where joggers liked to do their morning runs. New apartments and shops filled in the empty spots. Gone was the ghetto that Jeff Skyler had tried to create there. Earning tons of income for Philips property management company. My dad had made Philip director there while he concentrated on building new buildings.

Mom had quit working as a nurse and enjoyed the family life. They had moved house and now lived in a large mansion on the cliffs overlooking the harbor. Dad had done very well for himself. His companies had landed a few very large contracts. The four of us, Mark and Philip, Theo and I, joined them for Sunday dinners as often as possible.

Mark had gone back to officer school. He had worked himself up through the ranks. After a few stints abroad, he was promoted a few times and was now Brigadier General Parks-Long. Yes, after three and a half years, Mark and Philip finally decided to get married. Philip also adopted the Parks-Long name.

Once mom and dad decided to move, I took the opportunity to shack up with my love too. I bought a second apartment next to Theo’s above the gym’s pool. We had dad’s company combined them into one loft for the two of us. Since I had way too much spare time on my hands, I started to work as a counselor at the gym. Guiding the young man thru puberty. Keeping close contact with their parents and schools.

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Chapter 9. The Epilogue – Four years later.

It was exactly four years to the day. Back then, I had been forcefully seduced into sex by a gay leather biker. Jeff Skyler had opened my eyes to my path ahead. And although he took a very questionable approach, I was more or less happy with the life lessons he unknowingly had taught me. He had helped to figure out who Benson Long was and what I wanted out of life. 

When I did my usual rounds through the men’s club catacombs, I was confronted by one of the older men.
The 52-year-old mister Newkirk was nailing one of the regular house bottoms in a sling. It hung in one of the side rooms of the dungeon catacombs. The happily married straight Roderic was going through the motions when I walked past the concrete archway in the darkroom.

“Hèy Mr.B… Could I have a word, please?” master Newkirk called.
A little surprised, I walked back and stood watching the two for a moment. Roderic Newkirk was acting out one of his leather master and slave fantasies. “Sure… sir… How may I be of service?” I asked with a friendly smile. “… Is everything in order, master Nik?”

Roderic beamed at me. Glad that I did not use his real name in front of the bottom. He looked meanly down at his slave and pulled his cock out of the lad. “Clean me, slave… Then piss off… I have had better bitches than you!”

The house bottom was deeply offended and try to push me aside to get out of the darkroom right away. I grabbed the lad’s leather collar and pulled him back, “Your job isn’t finished, dude… First, clean your master’s cock and balls… Then ask permission to be excused… Obey… Or else!” The lad lowered his submissive gaze and proceeded to clean master Nik up like the pro he was.

Roderic told me he needed our help to guide his son through a rough spot. He had caught Robert looking at gay porn on his laptop several times. And he did not really know how to handle a son with budding gay feelings. The relationship Robert had with both his parents wasn’t the best. He pushed their every attempt to help or guide him away. Robert was nearly 18 but way too timid. But a very good-looking fit dude nonetheless. Our trainers and staff had caught the young man looking at the glory holes in the gym’s showers. Or ogling some hot-looking men across the gym a couple of times. 

Those men were well above his pay-grade, so to say. Since we liked to keep the men separated from the boys in the gym, Robert could only look and dream. Checkpoints were set up between the different areas of the gym, the pool, and the underground men’s club. So no unwittingly teen would end up down the dungeon. An easy key-card system separated the men from the boys. Without the right level of clearance, the doors just remained closed.

But it seemed that Robert had progressed a little faster than the level on his key-card. He was ready for so much more than just to sneak a peek.
Actually, I had been following Robert’s progress for a while now. And with more than average interest. He reminded me so much of myself at that age. I knew he was trying hard to find his way. But his shyness blocked him from proceeding. So when his father confronted me about him in the dungeon, I was more than willing to take the lad under my wing.

A little later, I found Robert in the gym. He had just finished some upper body workouts on one of the machines. On the far end of the gym, two hairy muscle daddies had cornered an older twink. Those huge bodybuilders were built like brick shit houses. The lad, Durk, sat on his knees while he was made to suck off the two 40-year-old hairy men. Robert watched the ruthless proceedings with an increasing reddening face from the other side of the gym. He had stopped the workout he was on and set on the very edge of the apparatus. The boy was mesmerized by the brutal way the daddies used Durk in public. He had stuffed one of his hands down the front of his gym shorts. Robert was quietly watching the proceedings, playing with himself.

I sat softly down behind Robert. Straddling the leather cushioned seat. The dude was sitten on the very tip of it, watching so intently that he did not even notice me. “That’s an interesting workout technique… Ain’t it Robert?” I asked quietly. Bending forward a little to whisper in Robert’s ear.

The lad jumped and looked around in fright. “Oh, God… You gave me such a scare, sir!” stammered Robert. I scooted forward and put a steadying arm around Robert’s upper torso. “Can I have a word with you later, Rob?… But first, let us watch those men for a while, Robert.” My leather jeans pressed against Robert’s thighs. And I pulled his head backward by placing a hand on Robert’s sweaty forehead. The boy shivered a little as he felt my leathers press against his legs. Obviously, he loved the feel of the leathers against his body. Because he totally relaxed in my arms and lay back against my leather vest after a while. Letting his hand wander over my leather jeans.

“Mmm… This is so nice,” moaned the 18-year-old, barely auditable.
“Mmm… I agree… Look at Durk go!… Don’t you just wish you could be in his place?” I whispered sneakily into Robert’s ear.
“Hmmm… I wouldn’t know how…” sighed Robert, “I much rather be held like this anyway… I really love the way your leathers feel and smell, sir!” said Robert stroking my legs.
“Ha… I like them too… I didn’t know you’re into that, dude… You may call me Ben or Benny, kid… ‘Sir’ is my father,” I softly joked, “… Go on, you may stroke yourself a little… if this turns you on.” It surely did turn young Robert on. When I pulled the waistband of the shorts forward, up sprang an unusually large 9-inch boy-toy. Well, I have seen bigger, of course. But never on a young dude like Robert. It was ready for blast-off.

“You’re gonna make some girl very happy with that tool, dude,” I said, impressed. Looking down over Robert’s shoulder.
“I think… No!… I know… I know I would rather impress some tough guy like you someday,” said Robert firmly. However, his own words shocked him. But at least I could see that he was honest about it and had privately given it a great deal of thought already. With his face as red as a firetruck, Robert looked up at me and gave me a rough peck on the cheek. “But I do hope he’s as good looking as you, sir… in your fucking cool leathers!” added the boy excitedly. Gone was his shyness. He pressed himself against me and relaxed his body.

I grinned knowingly down at the rosy-cheeked Robert.
“What?” asked Robert incredulously.
“Well… You remind me of a guy that I knew 4 or 5 years ago… Actually, you remind me of me!… I was just like you… Shy and unsure of the world… Looking like a nerd… But at least your much more muscular already… Back then, I was a skinny asshole that got bullied a lot… Whishing some leather guy would show me the way… I loved to look at butch leather-wearing guys too… I don’t think I knew that I was gay… I just loved their leather gear.”
“No Way!…” said Robert obstinately.
“Yeah, Way!…” I told Robert and showed him a picture of me when I was 18.
Robert looked at the skinny emo nerd in the photo and then back up at the hunky leather-wearing jock towering over him in disbelieve. 

I pouted my lips and gave the boy his first-ever tongue kiss. At the same time, I hooked his jockstrap’s waistband under the lad’s balls. Robert grabbed the throbbing cock and stroked himself. Together we watched how Durk got skull fucked rudely by the two hairy daddies on the other side of the gym for a while. 

But when one of the daddies started to play brutally with Durk’s ass, I called to them, “Wo guys… Take the party to one of the backrooms, please!… Durk… Do as these men ask you to do… Just make sure they wear protection!” Clearly, the guys thought they were alone in the gym with Durk. They smirked dirty at me and hoisted Durk off the floor. Then guided the horny twink down the hall to one of the level-2 back rooms. Where hardcore workouts were allowed.

“What do you say, Rob?… Shall we go down to the bar and have a chat?… I’d like to get a better picture of what help we can offer you,” I asked, standing up and stretching out a hand to Robert.
“But… But… I… I can’t… I am not allowed to go to that place!” the lad stammered, scared.

“Well, one, you are with me, and my office is down there… Two, it helps if you’re the owner’s boyfriend… And three, your key-card could do with an upgrade, I think… Not every 18-year-old has your level of maturity.” I said, clapping my right hand on his shoulder in pride. Giving Robert a good close-up view of my tattoo. My leather vest and company tanktop had revealed most of it. Robert shivered as he contemplated the idea of going down to Tylor’s men’s club.

We walked down the same corridor Durk had been taken into. On either side of the level-2 hallway were a couple of smaller gym setups. With ‘equipment’ Robert had never seen before. A lot of screwing around was going on back there.

“Do I have to do that too down there?…” asked Robert, slightly worriedly, when he saw Durk getting spit-roasted over a weight lifting bench.
“Nope… Of course not!… Remember that you don’t have to do anything in this club that you don’t want to do, buddy… But you may try anything that piques your interest.” Robert sighed, relieved, and put his arm around my back. I think he did it just to feel my leather vest. I grinned down at the boy when I recognized his budding love for leather. He really was my spitting image.

Two doors down, a group of twinky jocks held a dirty jerk-off party.
“Hey, Robert?… Nice to see you back here, dude!” called the 19-year-old Charlie out of the backroom. Charlie grinned at the lad and raised a thumb as his dick got gobbled up by one of his mates.

“Someone you know, Rob?” I ask curiously.
“Yeah… Ummm… He lives next door to me… I didn’t know he was gay too?” said Robert puzzled.
“Maybe he is… Maybe he isn’t… Personally, I don’t care much about those labels myself… But, unless he says he is, we should not assume anything here… Plenty of straight men screw around with others in our club,” I said, mentoring the lad.
“Ah… Right… Sorry about that then… I see your point… Ummm… Benny.”

We walked to a door with a key-card lock. I swiped mine. Pressing plus 1 to indicate I was not alone. It read level 12, and that astounded Robert a lot. So far, his card was set to level 1. Only good for the gym and the pool. You needed level 2 for the gym’s adult rooms and the sauna. And level 3 for the main bar and cruising area and cinema.

“Staff levels go up from 6 to 12,” I told him. “This is the back way to the bar… We need to get you changed into something a little more appropriate… You stick out like a sore thumb in your gym gear down there.”
“What do you mean, Benny?” asked Robert baffled again. It made him feel like a stupid noob.
“Don’t worry about it, Rob… You can ask me almost anything… You will know soon enough… Just follow my lead.” I said. Stopping the lad on the stairs, I added, “Robert… If you feel too uncomfortable down there at any point, then you just ask to be taken back upstairs… And I, or our staff members, will do so right away… Deal?”
“Deal… Thank you, Benny!” replied Robert relieved.

We exited the stairwell and walked into the back-office area of the club’s bar. I had my office there, immediately next to Tylors’. Back there were also the staff room and the clubs’ kitchen. At the very end was a room full of surplus leather gear from our erotic stage acts. I handed Robert a biker jacket without sleeves and a small leather baseball cap. I even helped him to fasten two wide leather wristbands around his wrists. When he had pulled the cool vest and the baseball cap on, I placed him in front of a large mirror. Robert was too stunned to say anything. But I knew that look. The teen felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. Riding there on the back of a motorcycle driven by a leather god.

“Looks real good on you… Doesn’t it?” I said, admiring Robert’s reflection in the mirror. “… Feel any different?… For once, you are not dreaming it… This could be you… And perhaps sooner than you think, Robby…” I said proudly.

Robert turned around and looked up at me with wet eyes that pleaded to be held tightly. Who was I to deny him that right? Robert had earned it. The boy wore the leather vest and cap with pride. Then, with his head held high, we walked into the bar. Tylor had not expected me to bring a guest that way. Normally that was strictly forbidden.

“Key-card, please, Rob…” I asked the lad. He handed me his card, and I used the bar’s cash register to pay 50 credits of my own onto Rob’s key card. We made our customers pay some credits when they entered one of the locked doors between the different levels. At the same time, I increased Rob’s access code to level 3.

Tylor Cummingham stopped me, “Sure about that, son?… That would give him access to the glory hole cruising area!… Is he ready for that?”
“I would happily give the dude access to the catacombs to fuck around…” I smiled. And then whispered very softly to Tylor, “… But his dad is back there…” Tylor grinned knowingly.

By that time, Rob’s eyes had adjusted to the dark of the bar. He saw a few bikers hanging on the bar ogling him in surprise. Near the club’s stage area were a couple of guys, clad in nothing but leather chaps, harnesses, and vests, fooling around with each other. In one of the booths across the dancefloor sat a group of muscle twinks in their denim’s and baseball caps drinking hard and talking loudly. Robert carefully took in the whole environment. Looking at the kinky drawings of leather types by John Wang Li that hung on the wall.

“This ain’t so bad…” proclaimed Robert after a while. “This is just a bar and dance club… Ummm… for real men… I thought this would be the place where they screwed each other…”
“You can do that too in this club… From very soft and safe… Al the way to; ‘go sit on my fist slave!’… But most men just come down here to drink with friends… Never going into the maze or the gay catacombs,” said Tylor with a wink. Robert’s face flushed red again. But this time, he had an understanding grin. This was his new hangout. Robert belonged here now. And the young dude did not even look out of place.
I pulled the leather cap off Robert and replaced it back to front. “Much cooler…” I hissed hotly as I guided my protegee to a booth near the bar.

I placed a couple of Pepsi’s on the table and sat down next to Robert.
“How do you feel now, Rob?” I asked.
“Fucking great… Can I keep these leathers?” Robert asked hopefully.
“Nope… Sorry dude… Well, you may keep the cap… But the rest you will have to hand back to Tylor afterward.”
Robert took off the small leather baseball cap, looked at it, and kissed me on the cheek in thanks. Showing me what a quick study the dude really was. Moments ago, he could not even look at other men kissing without turning red. Now he was openly kissing a 7 year older man in a leather men’s club.

At that exact same moment, Theo walked into the bar. He guided the gang-bangers from the jerk-off party to the dungeon. There they could continue the workout that had gotten a little out of hand upstairs. Charlie followed Theo’s eye’s over to the booth where Robert and I were talking. Theo made a beeline for the booth, and Charlie automatically followed him. Theo plopped down next to me, and Charlie sat down to his next-door buddy.

“Looking good, Rob… Looking damned good!” said Charlie proudly. Looking at 18-year-old Robert Newkirk dressed in some cool leathers.
“I see you made a new friend, Boo,” told Theo sitting half behind me. Then, pulling me toward him and clapping a hand over my chest from behind.
“Mmmm… Hi, Big-T… Yeah, our little Rob here is ready to play with the big boys… He just needs a little confidence booster and some personal training…” I said, looking over my shoulder at Theo. 

I turned to the jock that knew Robert and asked, “Hmmm… Charlie… is it?… Could you show our Rob around the maze later?… Teach him how the glory holes work… I think he needs some coaching from a cock-sucker like yourself,” I asked Charlie with a wink.
“Really?… I am not sure about that!… He is…” started Charlie to say.
“Rob… Show him your thing!” I ordered. Robert pulled open the waistband off his black shorts and out popped the 9-inch man-tool.

Charlie gulped and looked puzzled at me. So I quickly ordered him, “… Dude… Our Robby is so ready for that… So get your horny-ass off that seat!… Teach him what it’s like to get sucked off by men!… I hear you’re good at that!… Just make sure his ass stays safe… Or he’ll rip yours in two!… Catch my drift, dude?” I asked of the horned-up twink.
“Sir, Yes… Sir!… No fucking, just sucking…” replied Charlie with a dirty grin.
“Robert… Are you ready to play with the big boys?… It’s totally your call… You don’t have to do anything you don’t think you’re ready for,” I calmly asked of my protegee. He nodded happily in reply.

“Just point me in the right direction, Charlie… I’ll follow your lead… Dude… Just remember, it’s my first time,” said Rob, who had already sprung to his feet. Robert grasped Charlie by the hand, pulling him out of the booth. Charlie smirked and lay an arm around Robert’s neck. Guiding the young man into the glory hole cruising maze.

Theo asked, “Are you really sure he’s ready for that, Boo?”
“As ready as I was weeks before my 18th birthday… Remember?… Go stick your cock through the hole… You’ll see what a quick learner Robby really is!”
Theo grinned nastily and followed Charlie and Robert into the glory hole maze. He alerted the staff via his walkie-talkie in the cruising area, “… There is a virgin going into the maze…” That put the guys on high alert. Making sure everyone was on their best behavior.

Charlie guided the wide-eyed Robert through the maze and past the glory-hole stalls. Showing Robert the layout of the place. Theo followed them from a short distance. Once Charlie guided his young mate into one of the larger cubicles, Theo took the stall next to them.

“What do I do now?…” asked Robert a little nervously.
“Relax and watch some porn with me… Like Benson said… We don’t have to do anything… But if you see a couple of fingers through that hole… That’s the guy’s way of asking if you want to get that huge dick of yours sucked by him… Then it’s up to you… You either let him, or you don’t… It’s up to you, Robby.” instructed Charlie, very brotherly to Robert.

Theo grinned and watched some porn on the stall’s monitor as well. Then, sneaking a peek through the glory hole, he saw that Charlie and Robert were lustfully jerking off together. Robert was constantly gazing down at the glory hole too. Hoping someone would be in the booth next to theirs. Before long, Robert saw two ebony fingers gliding along the edge of the glory hole. Motioning the lad toward him.

Robert looked to Charlie. He smiled at the boy and nodded approvingly. Robert stood up and jerked himself off in front of the hole. Theo gently touched the underside of the smooth 9-inch boy tool. The initial touch made Robert shiver in delight. Taking a tentative step toward the glory hole. Charlie, meanwhile, had squatted next to Robert. And saw an ebony man lick Robert’s glance. He understood who the guy on the other side was. Charlie looked up at Robert’s face to gauge his reaction. It was one of utter ecstasy.

“Mmmm…” Moaned Robert very softly.
“Nice cock, dude…” came the voice loudly from the other side of the partition.
“Thanks, man… Suck me, please… Ohhh… Yeah… Ah… That’s wonderful… He is sucking me, Charlie… Oh… God, that so fucking nice.” exclaimed Robert grinning down at Charlie.

“Relax… Don’t come just yet… Enjoy it… Try to see if you can feel what his tongue and lips are doing while he blows you, kiddo,” said Charlie with an understanding grin. Robert closed his eyes and lay his hands on top of the partition wall. Pushing all of his 9-inches through the hole now.

Theo gagged himself over the big boy-toy. Making Robert cringe in pleasure. The lad had a hard time preventing himself from shooting a load. This wasn’t made any easier by Charlie. The twink had grabbed Robert’s hips and made him ride Theo’s mouth.
“Go on… Fuck his mouth a little… Nice slow motions… Remember to keep breathing… If you got to cum… then just tell him so, dude… He doesn’t mind!”
“Oh fuck, this is so nice, Charlie…” moaned Robert as he took Charlie’s 8-inch thick cock in one hand to jerk him off as well.

Theo upped the tempo. Bobbing his face over Robert’s pumping dick. Robert stopped pumping and let Theo take over. When Theo’s tongue wiggled around the boy’s dick head, he lost it.
“OH FUCK… Yeah… I am going to blow, man… SHIT… You suck so nice… Oh… Arghh… Here it comes!… Oh… Ah… Mmmm… Hell Yeah… Take it!” whispered Robert urgently to the other side of the partition. Charlie had sneakily put a few fingers behind Robert’s ball sack. Feeling how the lad pumped his first load into another man’s mouth.
“Charlie… He is drinking the cum right out of my straw… Oh, fuck, that’s so dirty!” said Robert horrified as he felt how Theo swallowed his every drop and cleaned his cock.

“Nah… Some guys do like the taste of spunk… Others just love to watch you dump a load all over their faces…” instructed Charlie to the panting young man.
“Nasty… What does it taste like?” asked Robert, intrigued by the idea.
“Hard to explain, dude… It’s hot and sticky… And a little salty… Not that bad, actually… You may try it if you want… Look!” said Charlie pointing to the big black dick showing its head near the glory hole.

Eagerly Robert sank to his knees on the filthy floor.
“Jeez… I don’t know if I can… That thing is huge!… How the hell am I going to suck that thing off?” asked Robert looking up at Charlie. With a hint of fear in his eyes.
“One inch at a time…” joked Charlie, “Take it slow… and keep it wet… You’ll get the hang of it soon enough… Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue, dude…” suggested Charlie hotly.

Robert showed the ebony prick a great time. Putting into practice what he had learned just now. Charlie tapped Robert’s shoulder and took over for a while. Instructing the lad with some nice tips. Showing how deep he could take those 9-inches. Deep-throating the half stiff ebony dick. Together the boys played with the cock until it got really hard.
“I think you got him close… Why don’t you ask him if he wants to feed you some of his jizz… Or let him shoot it over your tongue… That’s up to you…” pointed Charlie out to Robert.
“Won’t that make a mess?…” asked Robert worriedly.
“Ha… Don’t worry about that… We can clean up afterward,” said Charlie reassuringly.

Theo’s suggestion from the other side of the partition wall came as somewhat of a surprise to both guys. “Why don’t you rim the lad’s asshole while I feed him some… You don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to, kid… Just give it a try… You never know… You may actually like it… You’re a great cock-sucker… I am very close… But it’s your call, dude,” said Theo softly.

Robert looked at Charlie and then back at the twitching ebony prick wiggling in the glory hole. The lad lifted his ass in the air and gagged himself over the cock.
“Mmmm… That’s it, boy… Suck that big black dick!”
“Grumpfff… Arghhh… Oh, Charlie… Shit… Oh fuck… Lick my ass hole… What a feeling… Oh, fuck yeah… Take my cock and beat me off too… Oh, Fucking hell… Damned nice…” grunted Robert as he felt Charlie eat his ass out with his mouth full of black man-meat.

Robert made Theo blow his load over his tongue and directly into his mouth. He made a bit of a mess of it because the sauce cannon blew without warning. Robert dropped his ass on the ground and was astonished about what just happened to him. His lips smacked as he carefully tasted Theo’s man juice.
“Not half bad… I think I could get used to that,” grinned Robert to Charlie.

Charlie smiled down at his next-door neighbor. He offered his own cock to the lad. Robert eagerly took it as Theo watched them through the glory hole.
“Open that throat and let him fuck your face, Robby…” whispered Theo nastily to Robby. “Make him cum in your mouth, boy… Swallow him… That’s it nice and deep… You can trust him… There you go…”
Robert deep-throated his first cock. And he relished every inch of it. Even the part where Charlie rudely pressed Robert’s nose into his pubes, he enjoyed. Or Theo’s arm that forcefully bobbed him over Charlie’s 8-inch twinky.

This time Robert felt that he was about to get another load. Charlie’s balls tensioned up. His grip on Robert’s head grew tighter, and he heard the loud grumbling noise come from Charlie’s throat. He pushed meanly forward and unloaded deep into Robert’s mouth. The lad could do nothing else but swallow.

“Well done, kid…” said Charlie pantingly as he dropped next to Robert onto the floor.
“Really well done, son,” praised Theo from the other side of the partition wall. “… Did you enjoy this workout?”
“Oh, hell yeah!… It was a little rough… But I can get used to that… Thanks, guys!” said Robert very proudly.

“You two, get cleaned up and hit the showers in the gym… Robert, Benny wants a little talk with you in the bar once you are dressed in your street clothes again… There is one more task you need to perform for him before you permanently earn your level-3 access,” instructed Theo to Charlie and Robert.

After Robert had showered in the gym, he came merrily downstairs to the bar again. He wore the leather biker jacket without the sleeves over his own jeans jacket. With his leather baseball cap back to front and his wristbands peeking from under the rolled-up sleeves of his denim coat. Looking proud as a peacock.

A few of the bikers that still sat at the bar called him over, “… Why don’t you sit on this and drink a beer with us,” grinned one of the nasty guys hornily at Robert. Then, grabbing his bulge and twisting his hips to give the boy a better view of what he was offering.

“Not today, guys… Besides… I am not allowed to drink… Am I Uncle Ty?” Said Robert as he stroked the biker’s cock-bulge a little roughly.
Tylor laughed, “You got that right, son… Here take this tray to table one for me, Robby…” The bikers looked in shock at Tylor and left Robert alone. Tylor gave Robert a tray with two whiskeys and a can of Pepsi max. Pointing to the booth where I sat with Robert’s dad. The 52-year-old was dressed in his streetwear. But with a butch leather jacket, an officer’s cap, and tight leather police gloves. Looking very formidable. 

“Robby, meet master Nik!… Roderic, meet that hunk of man you call son.” I said with a grin taking the tray with drinks out of Robert’s trembling hands.
“Dad?… Ummm… What are you doing here… Huh?…” stammered Robert in surprise.
“Oh shush, kid… Can’t a guy have some mischievous fun with some of his friends every now and then?” answered master Nik sternly.
“Sir, No… Sir… Ummm… I mean… Yes?… Fuck, this is so weird,” answered the boy with a dirty smile.
“Go sit next to your old man and drink your Pepsi… You’re not the only one that likes to hang out down here…” I said as I smiled at Robert. Roderic Newkirk grabbed Robert’s hand and pulled him into the booth next to him. Laying his leather-clad arm around his boy.

“From what master Theo has told us, you took your first big dick well… I am fucking proud of you, boy… Did you finally find what you were looking for?” asked Roderic.
Robert did not answer. He grinned up to his father and cuddled up closer to him. Drinking his Pepsi as Roderic and I sipped on the glasses of Whisky.

“Dad?… Did you know Charlie from next door hangs out here too?” asked Robert taking comfort in his father’s arm.
“Sure I did… I have seen him around here a few times… Did you like the maze, boy?”
“Oh God, Yes… I loved it back there… Is it okay if I hang out down here too, dad?”
“Only during the day… And only if it doesn’t interfere with your school or part-time job… But yeah… Sure, you can have fun here too,” answered master Nik proudly.

“Well, there is one more condition you have to fulfill before Tylor, Theo, and I are happy for you to hang out with the big boys,” I said resolutely and a little stern. That shocked both father and son.
“I think he’s sooo ready for that… Look at him, Benny!” said Roderic surprised.
“I don’t think he can… He needs to show me he can truly act like an adult… Your son has shown me that he can withstand the advance of a drunk biker… And be responsible for himself… Now he needs to show me that he is cool enough with these new feelings of his… Cool enough to march himself over the street… Go into the adult leather shop and buy himself some proper leather gear…” I said as I showed Robert my client card to that shop.

“Dude… hand Tylor that biker vest and those wristbands back… Then go across the street… Don’t come back unless you bought a fucking cool leather jacket and a leather pair of jeans… They have other stuff too… Surprise us!… But don’t come back if you don’t have the balls to do this on your own!” I said in a commanding voice.

Robert said nothing. I laid the leather-shops card on the table next to his drink. He thought long and hard about what I had suggested. Looking around the club. At the leather men and the door to the maze. And at his father, whom he had never seen dressed as a master before. Once he had processed all his thoughts, he grabbed the card and boldly got up. Resolutely marching himself over to Tylor, where he handed in the gear he had borrowed.
He grinned at his dad and me as he walked upstairs and across the street.

“What you want, little kid?” said Brian LeCroy, who guarded the door to the adult leather shop.
“To get me a full-leather outfit that tells the world who I really am… Sir…” Robert replied without fear.
“You got some nerve, dude!” said Brian, a little intimidatingly.
“Yeah… Nerve… Balls… And a nine-inch Cock… Time to get me a matching Outfit,” snapped Robert boldly back.
Brian grinned and let him inside. I had texted him about the arrival of Robert. Asking him to judge if this kid was man enough for our way of life. I got a text back from him saying the lad passed the initial test.

An hour or so later, the dude walked out of the store dressed in full leather. He had army boots on. A pair of tight leather jeans with a plain leather belt. A small paddle hung from the D-ring on one side, a chained wallet on the other. He wore a white denim sleeveless shirt under a small body harness. As well as the coolest leather jacket I had ever seen on a guy of his age. Our black leather baseball cap had gotten Tylor’s club logo pressed into the flap. The lad held two bags in his gloved hands. One a gym bag with the other clothing he had bought. The other was a leather rucksack full of kinky sex toys, lube, condoms, and instructional videos. 

“Oh… Look, mommy!… Doesn’t he look tough…” gasped a young man to his mother when they crossed paths outside with Robert.
“He sure does… That looks nice on him,” said the stranger to her son. She smiled approvingly at Robert’s new look. That gave the dude a little more bounce in his step. The young man paraded himself back across the street to the gym and went directly downstairs into the bar.

As he walked downstairs into the men’s club, all eyes were fixed on him. Robert stopped near the top of the stairs. Looked down at the men looking up at him with a nasty smirk on his face. He grabbed his crotch, flung the bags over his shoulder, and under loud applause, laughter, and wolf-whistles, he strutted his stuff downstairs.

Robert marched over to our booth and sat himself next to me.
“Did I pass?… sir?…” he asked, looking really naughtily at me.
“Oh shut up, kid… of course, you have!… with flying leather pride colors!” I gasped.
We hugged as his father watched his son. He thanked me for all the help I had given him today.
“Looks really cool on you, Robert!” said his father, who had set himself on Robert’s other side. The boy was congratulated by his leather daddy too.
“But what will mom say?” asked Robert.
“We’ll tell her this was my early gift for your 19th birthday next week,” said Roderic Newkirk reassuringly.

I smiled at the two and said, “And Robert… A little tip… You don’t have to wear all of your leather gear all the time… This stuff combines excellently with your normal jeans or tracksuits as well…” I told the lad, “… Being tough has nothing to do with how you feel or how you dress…”

The young Robert Newkirk grinned back understandingly when I explained, “Being tough… is more of an ACT… One that you mastered perfectly today!…” Even if I do say so myself.

< The End >

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(C) StrykerJ: July 2021

Let me tell you guys about the second time I was caught masturbating in the locker rooms. This time it was planned (check out my blog if you want to read about the first time). I had met a guy who wanted to do some modelling for my this site. I wasn’t at the modelling shoots but his boyfriend took the pics and emailed them over to me.

I kept in touch with Kieran (sorry that is the models name) over the next six months or so – all via email. During that time Kieran and his photographer boyfriend broke up. He didn’t seem all that upset when we spoke about it and he told me about how he had been looking forward to getting out and finding what he had been missing out on. So, Kieran had just broken up with his boyfriend and was keen to get out and fuck anything that moved, I think they were going out for like 18 months and it was Kieran’s first boyfriend so he was keen to widen his experiences by the sounds of it.

After talking with Kieran online for a couple of weeks and hearing of his new found sexual freedom, which he was taking advantage of, it came around that we were talking about my swim training (at the time I was triathlon training). Kieran was from Brisbane, loved speedos and had swam at school. I told Kieran about me getting busted masturbating in the shower at the pool.

Kieran was turned on by my experience and said he’d love to interrupt me. One thing lead to another and I told him what pool it was and what time I was normally there. Red speedos were my favourite at the time and Kieran should be able to pick me out. Although I had seen all the pics from Kierans earlier shoot we hadn’t actually met in person.

The next couple of days at the pool I was soooooo horny!!! Each day I would get hard doing my laps thinking that Kieran would be there and coming up to interrupt me in the shower. For two days I went up to the locker room and proceeded to jack off in the showers but no sign of Kieran.

On the third day, I was doing my laps and noticed this young guy wearing red speedos who started swimming in the lane next to me. Was kind of odd since there were five spare lanes. I couldn’t get a good look at his face because we kept swimming but it had to be Kieran. I kept swimming and didn’t stop. I worked on timing it that I would get out of the pool when he was at the other end to give me a head start towards the locker room.

It worked perfectly, I got out and headed to the locker room. I was semi hard which as you guys know, you can’t hide any kind of erection in a pair of speedos without being obvious. I got into the locker room and just as I walked in I saw Kieran getting out of the pool in his red speedos as well. Ow my god! I checked that nobody was in the locker room, which there wasn’t, and made my way to the corner shower and rubbed my now rock solid cock through my speedos. Then Kieran walked in.

Fuck this guy is hot. He is a touch shorter than I am, dirty blonde hair, barely any body hair and fit. He did have a slight board shorts tan but still had a visible speedo tan which I had seen in his photo shoot pics. Before I saw him Kieran in the flesh, he said “Looks like you’ve been busted again Dave.” I can’t remember the rest of the small talk as there wasn’t really much said. In our matching red speedos we started kissing and Kieran’s cock was quickly in the same erect state as mine was. The shower was running and Kieran told me that he wanted to show off his new found blow job skills and got on his knees. I lasted about two minutes before I unloaded in Kieran’s mouth. He then tucked my cock back in my speedos, doing up the write draw string and we started kissing again and I could taste my cum on his tongue.

Then it was my turn. I pushed Kieran so his back was against the wall. I moved down his amazing chest and stomach, licking all the way until I got to his speedos. His draw string was undone and I pulled the front of his speedo down to reveal his uncut cock. He was smoothly shaved and before giving his cock attention, I licked his smooth balls. As I started on Kieran’s cock I moved my right hand between his legs and started playing with his arsehole. Kieran lasted about one minute of this and blew in my mouth. I returned the favour and let him taste some of his own man juice.

After that we headed back to my place and did it all again, in our matching red speedos. No anal just oral and lots and lots of kissing.

This is an experience I had five years ago and it was just last week when I was down in Brisbane that I went for a swim at that pool. I had a shower in the locker rooms afterwards and it brought back some fond memories. For old times sake I jerked off in one of the shower stalls. I’ve written about a few of my experiences at that pool and over the weekend I’m going to compile them together on my blog (www.AussieSpeedoGuy.org) if you are interested.

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I was home alone, my live-in boyfriend was out of town on a business trip. We had been together for almost a year and already our sex life was getting stale, for me that is. Although I was mostly a top, I did enjoy getting fucked on occasion. He, however, was a total bottom and refused not only to top me, but also refused to let me bottom for anyone else. So, since I hadn’t bottomed in over a year, I decided that I needed to get fucked and fucked well while he was away. He would never know and it was his own damn fault anyway.

I went online one night and started searching. Thankfully, I’d kept my various online profiles active, though I kept them secret from my boyfriend. I wanted a hyper masculine top, one who would totally ravage me and leave me sore and weak. The few tops I’d had were satisfying, but rather workaday; we both got off, but for me it was nothing extraordinary. I wanted someone who was seriously hardcore or at least that’s what I fantasized about. I was about to find out the truth behind the phrase, “Be careful what you wish for.”

After about an hour of searching and finding nothing, I was about to give up when I got a private message asking, “Hey man, you looking for some good dick?” Finally, I thought. I typed back, “Hell yeah man, unlock your profile for me.” He did and wow, I thought, this guy is fucking hot as hell. He was African-American, built like a linebacker, with a gorgeous muscular body; incredibly smooth, dark skin, hardly any body hair on him at all and best of all, no tattoos. He had a handsome, clean shaven face, hair cut close to his skull and a perfect set of gleaming white teeth shown in a beguiling smile in one of his pictures. His profile had several hot pics of him shirtless, but always wearing loose, baggy jeans and there were no pics of his cock either. If I was going to let this hottie fuck my ass, I needed to know what I was going to be dealing with.

I asked him why there were no pics of his cock on his profile and he said that he had a massive one and he didn’t want to scare people off. I laughed to myself and thought, yeah right dude. Still, he was gorgeous and had the air of macho bravado that I was looking for, so after he claimed that he could definitely give me the fuck I wanted, I decided to take a chance and got directions to his place. I hopped into the shower, cleaned my ass out real good and headed over. I found his apartment easily. He must have been looking out for me because he opened the door before I had a chance to knock. He kept himself behind the door as he let me in, then shut it, locked it and turned to face me.

And that’s when I saw what he meant about scaring people off. He was already naked and he had a ten inch cock that was as thick as a beer can or damned close to it. He was already semi-hard. My jaw literally dropped and I just stared at that monster dick, wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into. I managed to tear my eyes away from his cock to look him in the face. He had a confident, wise-ass grin as he looked down at his massive weapon, then back at me. “Didn’t believe me, did you?” he asked. Words failed me, so I just shook my head. I was stunned by the situation. Every inch of him was perfect. Muscular chest and arms, washboard abs, and dark, flawless skin. His legs were so solid and pumped; he could probably crush you between them. And that cock, damn! I wondered why he had invited me over. I was nothing to look at really; pale skin, plain face, not fat, but not much of a physique. Guys like him just didn’t….

“So you gonna come get this or what?” he barked, breaking me out of my stupor. I stopped staring at this cock and returned my gaze to his face, but I still did nothing, just stood there. “Can you speak?” he asked. I nodded, then finally found my voice. “Yes, yes, I can.” I answered. “Do you like what you see?” he asked. I swallowed hard and said, “Yes, yes, I love what I see.” He growled, “Then get the fuck over here and stop wasting my god damned time.”

I shuffled over to him, unsure where to start. “Kiss me,” he said. I moved closer, but not fast enough for him because he put his hand on the back of my head, pulled me forcefully to him and kissed me hard and rough. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and that was all it took for my hesitation to fall away and for my lust to engage. He kissed me like he wanted to devour me, passionate, demanding and forceful. He used his tongue like a weapon to make me submit to him. He broke the kiss and stared directly into my eyes. Up close his eyes had a cold stare that I hadn’t noticed before. He stepped back and ordered me to take off my clothes.

I was naked in under a minute. I was so filled with desire for this masculine god that I no longer felt self-conscious about my less than attractive body. “Touch me,” he said. I reached out and caressed his chest; it felt as hard as marble. I gently played with his nipples. I ran my hands over his abs as I once again stared at his cock. I was so enraptured by his monster dick, that I gave no thought to whether I could actually take it up my ass. I dropped to my knees, staring directly at his groin and breathing in its musky scent; it was intoxicating, that sweaty, manly smell. I had a better view of his balls now; they were the size of tennis balls. Jesus Christ, I thought, no wonder he wears baggy jeans; his huge junk wouldn’t fit comfortably in anything else. He told me to lick his balls and I eagerly complied. While I was licking his nuts, he slapped my face with his cock repeatedly, then started rubbing it all over my lips and mouth. He was teasing my mouth with his cock head and I couldn’t stand it anymore; I stuck out my tongue and started to lick around the head.

He pulled back, then hauled off and smacked my across the face, hard enough to knock me down. “What the hell man?” I asked. “Did I say you could lick it bitch?” he said. “Well, no” I said, “but I thought….” “You ain’t here to think, you’re here for me to use so I can get my nut; understand boy?” he snarled at me. I looked up and saw a menacing stare on his face. Oh fuck, I thought, this guy’s crazy and if I try to leave, what’s he going to do? Let him do what he wants and then get the hell out of here. “Yes, yes sir, I understand,” I said. “Get up,” he said. I got to my feet. “Go down that hallway, to the bedroom. Move bitch,” he ordered. We entered his bedroom. “On the bed, hands and knees, now,” he said. I did as he told me. I thought to myself, well you wanted to get fucked and now you’re about to get fucked. Yeah, I still wanted it, regardless of how abusive or crazy this man was.

He had the bottle of lube already on his night stand. He poured a generous amount on three of his fingers and without warning shoved them up my ass. I winced and gasped a little; it had been a long time since I’d had anything inside me and he wasn’t gentle at all. He poured more lube directly on my asshole and kept working it roughly until it was loose and dripping wet. He stopped prepping my hole and sensed he was lubing up that huge cock. I looked back at him to confirm, but he snapped at me, “Face forward motherfucker!” I faced the wall again. Come on man, I thought, fuck me. Fuck me now, fuck me hard, and fuck me rough. Then I’ll leave and never come back, you crazy bastard. In my eagerness, I totally underestimated my ability to take a cock the size of his. Huge mistake.

He started to shove the head in and the pain was immediate, causing me to cry out, “Ow, fuck man, that hurts, go easy please, I don’t think I can take it all at first, please man, I’m begging you, go slow man” Surprisingly, he relented and pulled his cock head back out, though I could still feel it resting against my hole. I relaxed a little. “Thanks man, it’s just that you’re so fucking huge and my hole is tight,” I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole again, “so I just need to get used to you….,” and then he shoved all ten inches into my asshole in one violent thrust. The pain was immediate and intense; my hole felt like it was tearing apart. I screamed and begged him to stop. “Please man, it hurts!!! Oh God man, please, you’re tearing me up, you’re gonna make me bleed!” He just laughed and said, “Take it, you white boy faggot. Ain’t this what you said you wanted?” “Yes,” I said, “but I didn’t know how big, I thought I could, oh man it hurts!!!”

He was fucking me like an animal now, hard and savage, like he was raping me. My asshole was on fire. I couldn’t believe how stretched out my hole was. He was pounding me, hurting me, enjoying that he was hurting me. I couldn’t feel the rest of my body. All of me was numb, except for my ass and the brutal pain I felt there. He made me feel every inch, pulling his cock out until just the head was in me, then slamming it back in, over and over. I couldn’t get away. He managed to hold me in an iron grip while he mercilessly raped my hole. I started to cry; I had wanted to get fucked, not raped and humiliated. As he fucked me, he kept calling me a faggot, a white boy slut, a whore. My face was wet with tears and I started sobbing openly. “Are you crying, you little faggot?” he asked. I didn’t answer. He smacked the back of my head and asked me again, “Are you crying you little bitch?” I nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said. The bastard was enjoying my pain, my humiliation.

I don’t remember how long it went on. He was loving it though; every moan and grunt of satisfaction told me that he loved fucking and abusing my hole. The pain never stopped; it went from my burning, stretched hole to a dull, but harsh pain deep in my rectum. Sometimes he would stop and pull out just long enough for my hole to relax a little, then he would shove his entire cock back in, making the pain start all over again. You wanted this, I said to myself, you wanted this. That monster cock raping your asshole, that’s what you wanted, you deserve this. His thrusting was relentless, all I could feel was his cock and the pain it caused; fucking me, pounding me, raping me.

Dulled as I was, I felt a change in his fucking; it was harder and faster now, rapid and vicious. Oh God, please cum in me and let me go, I thought. He must have read my thoughts because I heard him say, “Oh fuck yeah, I’m ‘bout to cum in your asshole faggot. You want it bitch?” I said nothing. He slapped my ass hard. “Do you want my cum in your faggot pussy?” “Yes,” I managed to croak. “Beg for it bitch,” he said. “Please sir,” I said. “Please what boy?” he asked. “Please give me your cum sir; I want your cum in my pussy sir, please!” I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was grinning, “Yeah boy, gonna cum in your ass. Aw fuck, here it comes faggot. Yeah, take my load bitch,” and he shot a huge load of cum in me. Despite the pain, I felt it splash my insides, warm, almost hot, filling me up, sullying my hole, delivering the final humiliation.

He pulled out and I collapsed so that I was lying flat on his bed. “Bitch, what the fuck you think you’re doing? I’m done with your ass, get the fuck off my bed!” he shouted at me. He wrapped his muscular arm around my neck and dragged me off the bed and dropped me on the floor. “Go get your shit and get out!” I struggled to get to my feet, then stumbled back out to his living room where my clothes and shoes were. I started to pick up my clothes, but he wanted me gone immediately. I had just managed to pull my jeans on, when he grabbed me and shoved me out the door, threw my clothes and shoes after me and shut the door behind me. I heard the deadbolt click as he locked me out.

Thankfully it was nighttime and there was nobody around to see a half-naked man struggling to get dressed on the sidewalk outside his apartment building. I was still in pain, still in a daze. I had forgotten to put my underwear on before putting on my jeans and I managed to put my shirt on backwards. I couldn’t find my socks, so I just slipped my shoes on and walked/stumbled to my pickup truck. I got in the cab and sat there, not driving away, but just trying to get myself together. I was upset, I was exhausted, my ass was sore as hell. Looking around the neighborhood to make sure no one was around, I pulled my jeans back down a little and reached down to touch and gently finger my hole, to see if it was really damaged. And then I realized my cock was actually semi-hard. Had I been aroused the entire time? Had I actually enjoyed what that fucker did to me? Impossible. But my cock said otherwise and as I continued to finger my hole, his cum load spurted out of my ass and onto my hand. It was a lot. I felt my cock get even harder. I slathered his cum on my now fully hard cock and then fingered my ass again, despite the pain; was there more cum in me? You sick fuck, I said to myself, what’s wrong with you? I put more of his cum on my cock and then started stoking myself right there in my truck. Was I sick? Yeah, but I needed to cum. I had been fucked, raped and I needed to cum. Fuck my cock was so hard. I jerked my dick like mad, oblivious to the well-lit neighborhood around me.

I pulled my jeans down even more and reclined my seat a little so I could be more comfortable and kept stroking. Yeah, fuck yeah, I thought, maybe next time it will be easier. If I don’t cum, it was all for nothing. My dick was so hard it hurt and I spit on it for more lubrication and soon I felt my orgasm building and I couldn’t hold it, didn’t want to hold it and I shot a gusher of cum all over my steering wheel, my dashboard, my hands. I kept stroking because my dick was still hard and I wanted every drop of cum out of me, every bit of pleasure I could get out of this. My cock gradually softened and I sat back in my seat and caught my breath. I licked the cum off my hands, then leaned forward and licked my steering wheel clean as well. Finally, I was more or less myself again and I started my truck and drove home.

Two days later my boyfriend came home. I met him at the door and hugged and kissed him. He said he missed me and asked what I did while he was away. Nothing much really, I said. I paused, then asked, “So when’s your next trip?”

Saturday. My yard day. The day us suburbanite men don our weekend warrior gear and tackle the many things on the wife’s honey-to-do list with hopes of getting everything done before the afternoon football games come on the TV. I am no different. Luckily, the wife is away for the weekend, off with the girls, she says, and it is just me and an empty home. But the chores are still there and waiting for me. Or it will be hell to pay if they are not completed before she returns.

Today, there is tilling of the garden to be done, ploughing under the left-over corn and bean stalks, and adding compost to the soil to ready it for the upcoming planting season. As I am tilling, I begin sink into the earth and let out a loud, “Motherfucker,” that I know all the neighbors can hear. But I trudge on until it happens again. Upon further inspection, I find that the right tire has flattened and came off its rim. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” I exclaim for all the neighbors to hear that too. I should say, I yelled. I did not need this today. It is going to throw off all my plans. “Motherfucker! Motherfucker!” I let out another loud exclamation, not caring at this point if anyone does hear me.

But my outburst seems to have caught the attention of my neighbor’s 19-year-old son.

“Is there a problem Mr. Sparks?” I hear to the left of me and up the slight hill from where I am behind my house. It is a voice I recognize. My neighbor’s son, Eric, of my good friend and confidant, Terrence Breedlow.

“The damned wheel, of the tiller, is flat.” I shout to the shirtless young man as he walks towards me. As he walks, the muscles on the kid’s legs responds to the uneven terrain behind both of our homes. But my vision drifts northward on him. I see the sunlight flicker off the blonde hairs that lightly blanket his well-muscled chest. His boxer-shorts are slightly down; his treasure trail region revealing hints of hairy pubes barely out of my eye’s view. Each ripple of his muscles reacts to the others. It is a spectacle that I catch myself admiring. Plus, the sun shining down on him from on high makes him look like the modern-day embodiment of a blonde-haired version of Michelangelo’s David. He appears to be in a pair of noticeably short red plaid boxer shorts. It does not take him long before he stands before me in all this youthful splendor and vigor. We stand virtually eye-to-eye. As we are both a towering 6 foot 2 inches in our stature. But he is far more pleasing to look at than I am in my middle age.

“I was just wondering if you were okay. I thought you had fallen down or hurt yourself.” He does not even attempt to yank up his falling boxers, as they seemed to have slipped still further down on his waist, showing me more of his hairy bush. I smirk at the implication as Eric’s right hand goes to his crotch to adjust his barely concealed package. But he keeps it there once he has finished with the needed necessity of his adjustment. And fondles himself as we talk. And he tends to lean and put all his weight onto the one hip. As if he is attempting to entice me. But that could be my active imagination.

“Your parents out of town?” I ask him.

“Yes.”

“I noticed you had some company over, last night.” I say as his face seems to change in its pale hue. Growing red. And redder.

“It was a buddy of mine named Benjie. We went out last night and he decided to stay over. You know how it is?” He tells me. But I do not. Absolutely, do not. Know how it is. It has been a while since I have experienced any such free time as he implied.

“You need help getting that tiller back up and into your carport?” He asks.

“Yeah, that would be great. Appreciate it.”

As we struggle with the tiller, the other tire slips from its rim.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I exclaim. “Now the other one.”

“Today, is not your day, is it, Mr. Sparks?”

“No, it isn’t, Eric. No, it isn’t.” I say, exasperated. “But I have hopes that it will get better.”

As we work the piece of equipment up the hill, I can see the sleek musculature of the young man in all his glory. The strain as each tendon and ligament is stretched. The working of his biceps and triceps. And his calf muscles. Every iota of his masculinity is used as we lug the mechanical beast up the hill to my house. I also notice his other attributes. The hair under his armpits, full and reeking of an odor I recognize. Exertion. The patch of hair on his chest and the fine hairs that blanket his body like a manicured lawn. Everything perfectly trimmed. And the boxer shorts that seem to slip ever further down from his waist. That seem to all but want to fall off him. But do not. I can all but see the full length of his soft shaft, although it makes me jealous that he seems to be so blessed, and the full untrimmed bush that encircles it. He is not hard, but his length is astonishing even in my thoughts.

I feel a swell in my own jeans. I am growing stiff from my admiration. I adjust myself.

“Thanks, Eric.” I say. “You want to come inside for a bit. I feel I owe you something for helping out this old man.”

I laugh at my statement. He chuckles too.

“You aren’t old Mr. Sparks.” Eric remarks. “Your younger than my dad.”

That is true. I am younger than his dad, by about 5 years.

“Well, come on inside. Then. Take a load off.”

I feel his eyes roam over me as we go into the house via the carport. He is behind me. And the images of his spry body fill my thoughts. I feel my cock grow harder in my tightie-whities. My hand goes to feel my hardness. And to shift it to the other side. Not that it matters, it is still obvious.

“Why doncha turn on the TV, maybe they are playing some of those early pre-game shows before the big game,” I tell him as I head off into the bedroom to shed my work wear. “I’ll be right back.” I tell him. I pull the dirty tee over my head as I walk down the hallway to my room and sling it onto the carpet once I step over the room’s threshold.

From the living room, I hear loud moans and groans.

“Oh shit!” I say, at that same moment, to myself, as I yank my jeans down and step out of them. I am standing in my tightie-whities. Which are hugging my still semi-hard cock like a cocoon. Brought on by the young man in the other room. The porn channel I had on, is still on. The one I thought I had cancelled it before I went outside. But the bellows emanating from the family room telling me I did not. The kid must be watching it. I bolt to the living room. Still clad in my white cotton briefs. And my semi visibly apparent in them. But I panicked and acted in such haste. I do not know what the boy will think.

“Oh, Eric, you may need change the chann…” I do not get all the words out of my mouth before I am greeted with the splendor of the young 19-year-old man. His cock is peeking out from the fly of his boxers. It stands, majestic, as it squirms it way through the tiny opening in the boxer shorts. Wisps of blonde pubes whisper, around it, and through the fly, wrapping themselves around his hearty shaft. I feel my tongue rake across my lips. He is raking his left hand across his hairy chest and tweaking his visibly erect nips.

“Whoa!” I say loudly at this masculine spectacle.

The kid is fixated on the screen as a woman is being double-dicked, Eiffel Tower-like, by two massive cocks plunging, in unison, one into her trimmed and furred pussy and the other into her ass. The kid does not seem to even notice my presence. I think.

“Those two cocks are really getting a go at her, ain’t they, Mr. Sparks?” He says. He did notice me, apparently. “Have a seat,” the kid says as he taps the open spot next to him on the couch. As I sit down next to the kid, he skims his boxers all the way down. His cock ricocheting back on his wispy treasure trail as this happens. Revealing his full nakedness of his toned youthful body to me. The discarded boxers are at his feet. For which, he kicks them away from him.

“Damn!” I exclaim as I pull down my tightie-whities and I join him in his nakedness. He looks over at me surveying my 42-year-old form.

“You are in good shape, Mr. Sparks.” He says. “You should be proud.” And then he pauses and adds. “Nice cock, too. By the way.”

“Thanks.” I say. “You. Too. A damned fine piece of meat, you got there, Eric. Real nice.”

“I am much bigger than my dad. By the way.” Eric says. “Much bigger.”

“I know.” I add, spoken before I realize what I have said. The kid smiles at me. An odd look. Like he knows something. Does he?

Eric begins to stroke his cock. Occasionally taking a fingertip to his mouth and coating it with his spittle and taking it to his hard cock. Smearing it with his ball-juice that is slowly forming on his swelled crown. He mixes the juices and lubes up each of his strokes. More and more. He glistens from his own moisture.

“You mind if I find another movie?” Eric ask while he eyes me, while I continue to match him stroke for stroke on his cock. But not as rapid as him.

“Sure.” I tell him. “Go ahead change it to whatever you like.”

He stands with the remote in his hand. Stretching. I can see the fine hairs that cover his body. He bends forward giving me a see-all peek of his ample round ass. It is lined with the same fine blonde hairs that wrap his body in their growth. Naturally. There is an abundance of hairs that are seeping from the crack of his ass.

“There.” Eric says.

On the TV I see a man plunging his hard condom-less cock into another man’s waiting hole. Cum is dripping out from the takers hole as the man who is fucking him rams his hole ever harder. The man keeps ramming. And ramming like a jackhammer. But he stops and changes momentum. He goes in slow burying his tool up to its pubic hilt. And then yanks its out, as smooth as he had buried it in. And he repeats the process. Again. And again.

“This is more like it.” Eric says. Coyly. “You know, doncha, Mr. Sparks?”

“I do. I know, Eric.” I say. “Your dad told me when you came out back when you were fifteen.”

“I have never hidden it.”

“I know.” I tell him. “You shouldn’t. You should not hide who you truly are.”

But I have. I know it. But that was my choice, I think to myself. But a young man like him should not. I realize my hypocrisy. But. But. That is the end of that.

And Eric once again finds his spot next to me. As we continue stroking our perspective rods. The kid seems to get longer and fatter the more his right hand travels the length of his shaft. I want to ask him how big he is. But it does not matter. It is magnificent. And the veins that line the length of it make it even more stupendous. It is what I call an ugly cock. Filled with veins that make it appear almost godlike in its splendor. I am envious of such a beast. I have only seen a few that could rival him.

My cock is so hard now it has a sheen of almost purple. Engorged. Fully. I have not been this rock hard in years. A droplet of pre-cum oozes out of my piss slit. And rest like a white pearl drop atop the mushroom crown of my prick. Eric notices this droplet of juice the moment it condenses upon my glistened member.

“Can I?” Eric asks. “May I? May I?” I can hear the wanton anticipation in his voice.

“Sure.” I know what he wants. And I want him to have it too.

The young man leans in and takes my purplish-hued steel-like tool into his mouth, he swallows me down to my root. In a single gulp. Devouring me.

“Oh!” I mumble as I feel myself hit the back of his throat. He does not move nor does he choke. I can feel his lithe tongue as he whips me with it inside his hot wet mouth. I am not as endowed as the young man who has filled his mouth with all of me. Just six to seven inches of a manhood that many men are truly blessed with. But I am proud of what I have.

Eric has a monster dangling between his two legs. And the beast is raging hard as he begins to slowly raise his head up and down the length of my cock. He keeps the pressure on and sips on me like I am a straw. I am bouncing up and down on the couch as he continues, it has been a while since I have been inside someone’s mouth. He continues to feast on me. Travelling up and down the length of my rock-hard cock. I can feel the sap rising from my balls as he continues with his skilled labors.

“You are going to have to quit, or I am going to blow.” I tell Eric as I am splayed out on the sofa like a virgin readying themselves for their first fuck. Then he stops. And lifts his head from my member. “You are a good cocksucker, boy, whoever taught you knew what they were doing.” I tell him.

He smiles up from between my legs. And mumbles through his full mouth, “I taught myself.”

He continues but lessening the pressure as he sucks. He lifts his head from my knob. Looks at me. And asks.

“Can I fuck you, Mr. Sparks?”

“Yes! Yes!” I do not hesitate to say. It has been a long time since I have been fucked. And I have wanted his monster cock for the longest time. Since his dad bragged about his son, Eric, was sporting such a big one. Terrence Breedlow knew he paled in comparison to his son, but he was proud to be a father to a man who had a cock like his son.

“Can you take it, Mr. Sparks?” Eric asks me.

“I want to try.”

“You have been fucked before, Mr. Sparks?” Eric asks me.

“Yes. I have. It has been a while, Eric. But I have. Do not tell the wife though. I am afraid it might upset her.”

“Your secret is safe with me, Mr. Sparks. This is between you and I.” He says with a smile on his face.

The kid stands. His cock points out from his hairy crotch like a steel-fleshy spear. His robust blood-infused mushroom-shaped cockhead is the whittled-down arrowhead tip. It is a weapon. But not of destruction. But of pleasure. Pure sinful pleasure. I want to taste it, but I know I cannot do it. I have not learned how to properly suck cock. Lack of practice. I do not want to humiliate myself in front of this beast of a young man and self-taught cocksucker.

I ready myself on the sofa. My body facing the cushions of the sofa, towards the windows, and my ample ass welcoming him as I feel his cockhead sweep across the hairy entrance of my ass. He sweeps me a few more times with it. Teasing me with his veiny appendage.

“You have a nice ass, Mr. Sparks.” Eric says as he sweeps me again with his blood engorged cockhead. I can feel the wetness from his leaking flesh-muscle as it weeps forth his juice.

“Boy, that cock of yours is mighty hard.”

“It’s not often that I get to fuck such a nice ass like yours, Mr. Sparks.” Eric tells me.

“Take it easy sticking that monster in me.” I say, “But once you get it in. FUCK ME HARD!” I say with bated enthusiasm. “FUCK ME HARD!”

Eric starts lapping at my hole with his tongue. I can feel it as he parts the fine hairs around my shoot. I did not expect the moisture when his tongue as it wormed its way in, but it did the trick. And it has worked the juices from my cock. I am puddling on the sofa.

He stops abruptly and once again begins teasing my ass with his cock. I feel my body tense.

“Relax Mr. Sparks, I will be gentle.” Eric say as I feel his cock begin to part my butthole. He is gentle. Easy. I can feel his heartbeat as he inches more of himself within me. Each diameter of his cock stretches my hole. But I accommodate his beast. I can feel the blood running through the veins of his monstrous ugly cock on the interior walls of my hole.

“I can feel you, Eric.” I say.

“And I, feel you, too. Mr. Sparks.” Eric says. “Your ass is so fucking tight.”

“You like?” I say happily.

“Oh yeah, I like it, Mr. Sparks.” Eric responds. “I like it, a lot.”

Eric rests once he gets all the way in. I am so sensitive I can feel the hairs that wrap around his monster buried deep within me. Both of our hairs are mingling at the crack of my ass.

“Be easy now.” I say. “Be gentle on this ole man.”

“Shhhhh.” Eric says in my ear. “Shhh.” I comply. But grit my teeth.

I can feel him pulling out. As the gap closes from where he once was. I hear a moan escape my lips as the vacuum is made. But I squeeze the muscle of my ass on him.

“Uhhh!” Escapes from Eric’s mouth. “Good one, Mr. Sparks.” I do it again. Working my ass muscles around his exiting cock.

But he rams his rod back in, forcing me to let him pierce my depths again. He begins to built momentum and speed. And his gentleness has turned into frenzied fervor. Almost a madness as lust has overtaken him. It feels wonderful. The more he pounds me. The more relaxed I find myself being.

I feel my body break out in sweat. As my temperature rises.

“Take it easy, boy, we have all day.” I say.

But he does not seem to hear me. He, too, has broken out in a sweat too. And is flushed red in his skin. He is a man possessed.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” I shout.

I realize my words mean nothing. He knows what he is doing. This goes on for what seems like an eternity. I do not want to him to blow his load yet. I know if he does it will be some time before he can start again.

“Slow down, now, Eric.”

And he does. He eases off that high. But his breathing is still heavy. And I can feel his cock leaking, ever so gently into my hole. But he has not exploded, yet.

As I look up, I see the brown-shirted delivery guy leering at us through the front open window. His hand firmly tugging on the visible hard-on in his very short brown shorts.

“C’mon on in.” I say loud enough for him to hear. “The door is unlocked. C’mon in.”

Rod. The delivery guy’s name, ironically, walks in. His hand still planted firmly on his hard-on. Visible chest hairs peeking through his button-down brown shirt. The shirt nearly unbuttoned all the way down to his shorts. Muscles apparent. There.

“Hey Rod!” Eric says happily with his cock still buried deep within my ass. His body still covered in a sheen of his sweat. “His ass is good man. Real good. Almost as good as mine when you fucked me.”

“It sure does look like it.” Rod says as he slides down his shorts, revealing a dark-haired fully nested cock. And not a speck of underwear on under those brown shorts. “And your ass is really nice, too.”

I look at the two of them. They have played before obviously.

I motion for Rod to come closer. My face and upper body over the back of the sofa and am standing like a soldier at attention with his cock thrust out in from him. Once he is close, I take his hard-on into my mouth and begin my haphazard attempt at sucking it, but I am not good at it like I am aware of.

“Watch those teeth, Mr. Sparks.” Rod says. “Watch those damned teeth.”

“Sorry.” I mumble with a mouthful of his manhood. But I continue. He is not as big as Eric but still bigger than me. And more than a mouthful.

He smells of sweat, exercise and virility. Rod looks to be about 30-years-old or slightly older. As I suck on him, he fully unbuttons his shirt. As it falls away from his chest. He is hairy. Dark. Tanned. And not a bit of pale flesh on him. No tan lines.

Rod grabs the top of my head and directs me. And I continue to be face-fucked by the delivery man. He does not force me all the way down as I tend to gag from my lack of experience. But I manage in my own awkward way. But he does speed up.

“That’s right.” Rod says as I slobber all over his cock, liquid draining out of the sides of my mouth as I gulp down his rigid pole. “That’s right.”

I bet we are a sight. A young buck plugging my ass and me, a middle-aged daddy in the middle, feasting on a 30-something year-old stud. My cock gets harder at the realization. It is a fantasy materialized and happening in my own living room.

I can feel Eric as he rams me, and Rod’s cock starts hitting me in the back of my throat. I have never been able to swallow a man’s cock before without gagging. Eric’s cock begins to swell even more. I can sense the tightness.

He begins to shake. Waves of ecstasy sweep over the younger man diving into my ass with his cock.

“I am going to cum!” Eric bellows. “I am going to cum!”

“Give it to me.” I manage to say as I disengage from Rod’s cock in my mouth.

“I am going to cum too.” Rod says at that same moment I am pelted with his creamy white cum all over my face. He keeps shooting strings of his juice. Its wiry strings cover my face like a spider’s web.

“Don’t pull out!” I yell out. “Give me all that cum, boy. Fill my hole.”

“Are you sure, Mr. Sparks?” Eric says between bated huffs of breath. “Are you sure?”

“Give it to me, boy! Give it to me!” I demand when I feel him begin firing his load deep into my hole. I feel his cock pump its load. I feel his shivers. Each pulse sends his veiny cock deeper in me.

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” I hear Eric cry out at the same moment he dumps his 19-year-old seed into me.

I am drenched in both men’s seed. And I am throbbing hard.

I wipe the cum on my face into my mouth. It is salty-sweet as I swallow Rod’s load. I take some of this man’s fuel and apply it to my cock and commence to stroke my cock. I see both young bucks looking at me. Their cocks still hard and pointing like daggers out from their furred loins.

“Beat that cock, Mr. Sparks.” Eric encourages me.

“C’mon man, give us a load.” Rod chimes in.

I am sweating and Rod’s cum is in my eyes, but I continue. I want to contribute to this man-fest. This triune of masculinity.

Eric gets down on his knees. Under my cock. Rod joins him on the floor. Each under my cock waiting for my offering.

“Give us that cum, Mr. Sparks.” Eric says.

I can feel it. The slight ache in my back that tells me I am approaching the point of no return. Eric sees it in my eyes.

“C’mon, Mr. Sparks. Give it to us.”

“FUUUUCCK!” the word explodes out of my mouth as the seed shoots out of my cock. It lands on Eric, a splatter or two hitting Rod on his cheek. I am barely able to stand as the few thick strands of cum exit from me. I am huffing and puffing like I had just ran a marathon.

Eric does like I did with Rod’s cum and wipes it into his mouth. I am still heaving as I watch him devour my seed. Eric leans over and wipes the cum off Rod’s cheek with his tongue.

“Well, men, I have to get a move on. Deliveries, you know.” Rod says casually.

Rod slides up his little brown shorts and grabs the brown button-down shirt off the floor and he walks out the front door of my house. By this time, Eric is lying flat on his back on the living room floor.

“You, alright, boy?”

He does not answer right away. He rolls to his side to look over at me. I am seated on the sofa. My legs wide open and my cock glaring red from my rough strokes.

He smiles at me. And says.

“I am good. Ready to go again, Mr. Sparks?”

This story is based on my actual experience.

The first time I got caught cross dressing, I was in my teens still at school. I got caught by a friend of my parents (Keith). It happened when I was was visiting him his family, with my parents. I was using the bathroom, pretending to take a shit.

But instead I was having a sly wank while wearing his wife’s black lacey panties bra that I’d found in the laundry basket. He walked into the bathroom because I thought I’d locked the door door, but I hadn’t locked it properly. The look of shock bemusement on his face was a picture. I still remember it as I panicked tried to cover up.

I can remember I started to get a bit upset begged him to not tell anyone. He told me to be quiet, hugged me gently pushed me to my knees. He told me that if i sucked his cock it would buy his silence for now.

I agreed he opened his trousers pulled out his semi hard cock, i stared at (it in secret joy as it was`nt my first cock that i`d sucked etc) Keith told me to hurry up as it was`nt going to suck its self. I opened my mouth sucked his rapidly hardening meat into mouth, as i pulled my mouth away i pulled his foreskin back, swirled my toungue around the head dipped my tongue into the eye of his penis.

He groaned in pleasure as the pre cum started to dribble out of the end, he pushed his cock balls deep into my mouth making me gag continued to fuck my mouth until he came unloading into my mouth throat, he held my head with his cock balls deep in my mouth throat until he`d finished cumming.

While telling me that you`d better swallow the lot, he pulled his rapidly softening cock from my mouth, put it away told me get my own clothes on we’d discuss him keeping my secret at another time. I was secretly excited by this. Fast forward to the friday evening of the next weekend it was late may day bank holiday.

My mother told me that Keith had phoned asked if I’d like to earn some money helping him clear some overgrown garden ready for a new fence. She told me that she’d already said yes I was to go round to his house on the next day to take a overnight bag because they (my parents were going away for the night) Keith’s wife was away for the weekend visiting her mother.

After a long hot sweaty day in the garden Keith told me to go clean up before dinner. When I got out of the shower. Keith shouted up your stuff is in the guest room. I went into the guest room to find a pair of skimpy black lace panties, bra, suspender belt stockings waiting for me. With a note telling me to shave my all of my body hair that was covered by my boxer shorts my armpits.

I went down stairs wrapped in just a towel demanded angrily (but secretly glad inside), what the fuck was going on with the lingerie. He quietly said to me. Do you remember when I caught you in the bathroom wearing my wife’s underwear our agreement? I sheepishly replied yes, Keith reminded me that he hadn’t told anyone also reminded me that we were going to discuss it at a later time.

Following with if you want me to tell your parents other people about what I saw. I could get dressed in my own clothes fuck off now. Or if I wanted my secret kept, I would do as I was told. I sheepishly agreed to do as he wanted (even though I was excited inside because I already had been exploring my sissyboi side, but that’s another story).

I returned to the bathroom removed the stubble from the areas that needed shaving as I had already had been regularly shaving those areas anyway, then I gave my guts a good clean out prelubed my hole with a good amount of ky. So I’d be ready for a good fucking, even though Keith didn’t know I’d already been exploring my lust for cock with other guys this meant i`d already taught myself how to prepare my body for a good fucking.

I got dressed in the lingerie went down stairs to Keith, who was sat in a arm chair in just a pair of boxer shorts. He told me to give him a twirl said to me mmm you look pretty good bitch now fetch me a beer. When i returned with his beer handed it to him he groped me pushed me to my knees. He then told me to suck his cock, i pulled his boxers down to expose a semi soft cock approximately the size of a redbull can, totally shaved.

I started to suck him as he got hard he grabbed the back of my head forced his cock violently down my throat till my face was pressed against him. He continued to roughly fuck my throat while i was struggling to breathe tears were streaming down my face, until he unloaded what felt like a endless load of cum, which he told me i`d better swallow. After i swallowed Keith grabbed my hair, pulled me over to the sofa, bent me over, pulled the panties to the side, kicked my legs apart pressed the head of his still semi hard cock at the entrance to my asshole.

He told me i`m going to fuck your sweet little pussy till you can`t walk. As he pushed the large head of his cock into my hole i winced gasped with pain pleasure. Keith let out a groan of surprise pleasure as he sild balls deep into my clean asshole with little resistance. I said surprise you are not my first i`m ready for you daddy.

He started to fuck me slowly deeply, sometimes pulling all the way out between strokes leaving me gaping then begging him to put his cock back in. After a few minutes Keith started to tease me with some very short strokes some random hard deep thrusts making me cry out in a mixture of pain pleasure.

While this was happening i started to cum uncontrolablly in the panties even though my cock stayed soft. Keith noticed this said look at you. You fucking little sissy slut. Daddy is making you cum as he fucks your sissy pussy. When i didn`t answer him fast enough he stood me up, span me around to face him, i wobbled a bit due to for the past few minutes i`d been bent over the sofa with my head down.

He grabbed my soft cock balls squeezed enough to make me cry out. He said to me when daddy asks you something you answer him straight away. I replied yes daddy, sorry daddy. Please fuck me some more daddy. With that he smiled slightly, turned sat on the sofa told me to fetch him a beer. As i went to walk away he said to me.

Cover that pussy up i don`t want you making a mess all over the house. As i pulled the panties back over my still slightly gaping wet hole my fingers nearly slipped in without any resistance. As i returned with the beer Keith told me to hand him a small box from the sideboard. He took out a small blue pill (i later found out was viagra) swallowed told me daddy is gonna need a little help to keep fucking that sweet pussy all night.

Without being told i dropped to my knees started to clean his cock with my mouth. It tasted a bit funky but delicious a mixture of my ass juices Keith`s pre cum lube. When it was all clean, Keith had finished his beer started to get hard again, he told me that we were going to continue this upstairs.

He told me to go up to the guest room as he followed, slapping my ass as we went up the stairs. In the guest room he pushed me down to my knees proceeded to roughly fuck my mouth, throat, twist my nipples slap my face, until he was fully hard ready to fuck my sissyboipussy. He told me to lie on my back with a pillow under my ass with my legs in the air.

I replied yes daddy eagerly clambered onto the bed assumed the position. He pulled the panties off of me pushed them into my mouth. He then applied some fresh lube to my puffy but drying out hole his cock, while saying don`t want to wreck it till i`m ready.

He put my feet either side of his head slowly pushed his rock hard throbbing cock into me until he was balls deep in me, he started to fuck me in a similar pattern to before sometimes slowly deeply, other times pulling all the way out, teasing me with the tip or just ramming back in till he was balls deep, making me cry out in a mixture of pleasure, pain surprise. As he was fucking me he started twist pull my nipples.

This continued for a few hours with him cumming in my sissypussy or sissy mouth as he called fucking me in various positions, until he was tired the viagra had worn off. I was left gaping dripping with a mixture of cum, ass juice lube. Keith told me to get some sleep. In the morning i was awoken by Keith`s cock probing at my hole which had stopped gaping overnight, but was bruised sore. I told him no i was sore.

With that he roughly rolled me facedown on the bed, pinned my hands behind my back held them with one of his hands while he spread my cheeks forced his prelubed rock hard throbbing cock into me. I screamed in pain repeatedly told him no begged him to stop with tears streaming down my face as he roughly raped me hard, fast deep until he emptied his cum deep inside me, while he was raping me my body betrayed itself i the cum started to dribble out of me.

When he had finished cumming, he pulled out, dragged me by the back of the neck till my mouth was level with his cock. He growled at me to clean his cock, as i did this with tears streaming down my face. He told me that my sissypussy was his he owned it me. Then he noticed the cum puddle on the bed laughed, he said you said no but your body said yes now you can clean up your own mess. As i was licking up my cum puddle.

The phone rang he went to answer it while he left me recovering on the bed. He returned with a smile saying that was your parents, i told them that i needed your help for another day i`d bring you home monday. So your mine to do with what i want for the next 24 hours. I asked what about your wife. he replied she wont be back till midweek .

He then announced it was time for a shower, then breakfast. As he didn`t want me passing out missing any of the fun, he took me to the bathroom, gave me a complete internal clean out, then we showered together where he shaved any stubble off my body moisturised my whole body afterwards. We had breakfast then he told me it was time to fuck again again.

As we were going up to the bedroom, he told me the less i resisted the better it would be for me. When we got back into the bedroom Keith handed me some clean white plain underwear, consisting of skimpy but not slutty panties a bra. As i was about to put the panties on he told me to stop. Bend over show him my pussy. As i was bent over he said this will help for later i felt some thing cold on my swollen bruised hole.

Then i felt something being pushed in that stretched me stopped. He told me that`s a butt plug to stop you going to tight you making me cum too easy. I continued put on the lingerie as i was doing this he told me that there was some clothes for me to wear as well. They turned out to be be a school uniform consisting of knee high white socks, a dark green yellow plaid fitted skirt that finished just above the knee, a white short sleeved blouse a dark green cardigan.

When i finished dressing, i looked over at Keith who was laid on the beg slowly stroking his hard cock i asked him. Does daddy approve? He answered with get over here suck daddy`s cock he`ll show you how much he approves.

I started to suck his cock ,he made me stop a few times as i brought him close to cumming, except for one time when he couldn`t hold back unloaded in my mouth, i swallowed the lot said thank you daddy. He called me a slut told me to strip for him. I stripped slowly when i got as far as the underwear socks.

He told me to stop get on my back on the bed. As i climbed onto the bed i saw Keith applyling lube to his cock, i went to remove the panties he stopped me. He lifted my legs placed both of them together on his shoulder, pulled the crotch of the panties to one side pulled out the butt plug. I gasped at the sensation as i was left open gaping for a few seconds before he pushed his prelubed cock balls deep in me.

He kept it there balls deep i could feel it throb inside me. A few moments later he started to fuck me with a varying rhythmn, speed depth, at times pulling all the way out then shoving it back in balls deep making me groan, moan, gasp wimper. sometimes with pain but mostly with pleasure. Other times he would tease me with just the tip etc.

All this time the cum was dribbling from my soft cock soaking the panties. Keith saw this chuckled while telling what a complete slutty little bitch i`d become. At some point i must of zoned out i felt him tweaking my nipples as he fucked me which made me clench my hole involuntarily, with one last quite vicious tweak he buried himself as deep as he could get inside me.

As i clenched as hard i could he groaned his cock twitched as he unloaded a massive load deep in my ass. When he had finished cumming his cock was still inside me, he leant forward. Put his arms around me rolled onto his back. We ended up with me on top of him as his cock softened i could feel his cum my juices seeping out onto him.

Keith lifted me up a mixed load of cum ass juice splurged out. He laughed said that`s a lot of cum i pumped into your sissy whore cunt, best you clean up the mess don`t waste a drop. I quickly turned around slurped licked up the delicious combination of cum ass juice.

I made sure to be as gentle as possible around the cock as not to arouse Keith make him hard again. He sleepily told me to go shower he would join me in a bit. I finished my shower returned to the bedroom. I was exhausted, my whole body ached, my asshole was wrecked, sore still gaping.

I could easily slide 3 fingers in with minimal resistance. I decided to quietly get in the other side of the bed rest. In the morning Keith woke me by climbing on top of me pushing his cock into my ruined ass. I was already laid on my front he told me that we had time for a bit more fun, before his wife came home this afternoon.

I winced as he went balls deep without stopping after he`d finished fucking me, he told me to go shower as he had to take me home because his wife was due home that afternoon. As he dropped me off he said see you soon slut.

Hey guys, um… Quick note, I’ve decided to consolidate my 3 most popular stories I’ve written so far, and have them join together. It was a little confusing at first, but I think I’ve nailed it. Of course, we still have Alec and Bobby, with newcomers, Josh, and Dylan from “Dylan,” my other series. And newcomers Ricky, and Rusty Matthews, the twins. Their story is called, “The Voice Within...” that will be posted at the same time as “Only in my Dreams.” Josh and Dylan’s story will be updated, and tied into the Compton setting soon. Hope you guys like it!

-J.V.

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After the funeral, I returned to school, and tried to retain a normal life, but with dad constantly trying to be involved in my life again, it brings back a lot of memories I don’t want to re-live. But, just for the sake of the story; I might as well share what exactly happened that night… 

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April 15, 2009

I sat at the table with my mom and my big brother Danny, who was a little worried about me. I asked him and mom if I could talk to them when dad came home, and Danny thinks I’m getting beaten up, but I’m not. I just want to tell them that I think I’m gay, but I don’t know how they will take it, so I’m a little nervous. Then, dad got home from work. “hey dad,” I started with a hint of worry in my voice. “um… Can I talk to you?” I said looking at the table. I felt Danny sling an arm around my shoulder, and he held on tight. “what ever it is little bro, we will still be here for you, so just tell us; what’s wrong?” Danny asked worriedly. Dad sat down at the table, and I took a deep breath in. “guys, this is so hard to say for me, and I know that you might not believe me, but I…. I think I’m gay.” I whispered looking at the ground. The silence was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. “well…. If any guy hurts you in any way, I’ll fucking kill him.” Danny said as he gave me a hug. “thanks, Danny.”

I looked to my father; his eyes glowed. “d-dad? Are y-you ok with me being gay?” I stuttered as my eyes grow with water. “you’re not gay, Alec. Don’t be ridiculous…” he laughed. I knew in my head that I was into other boys, there was no denying it. 

“The locker rooms were hell for me; all the boys were half naked, sometimes completely naked, and it is so hard not to look sometimes. I’ve tried to fight it, I’ve tried to prove it to myself that I wasn’t, but these feelings kept coming back, and it’s pointless to fight them.” I explained. Dad smacked his hands on the table; scaring me a little, and leaned in towards me. “no son of mine is going to be some butt-loving, cock sucking faggot-ass bitch!” he screamed. “DAD, I’m sorry…. I can’t cha-” 

“there’s a program im sending you to. It’ll hopefully cure you.” he said pulling out his cell phone. I started to cry, and Danny rubbed my shoulder to try and soothe me. “dad, you’re being a jerk. So what if Alec is gay, it’s not like he’s any different than he was yesterday.” Danny said quietly trying to calm dad down. “shut up, or you are out of my house!” he hollered. Danny was quickly quiet. “Jack! You’re overreacting!” mom yelled. Dad will have none of this, and he went upstairs to get something. He came back with a suitcase full of clothes. 

Is he….?

“dad? Where are you going?” I said through my sobs.  He shot me a disgusted look, and walked out the door. “IT’S ALL MY FAULT!!!” I ran up the stairs faster then ever before, and slammed the door shut. I let my tears flow like a river as I hear a faint knock at the door. “go away….” I said with a shaky voice, and wiping my tears. “Alec? Is me…” Danny said opening the door. I allowed him in, and he sat next to me; trying to console me. “it’s not your fault, Alec… It’s not your fault…” 

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Now back to the story….

I slip on my blue tinted goggles, take my position, and take a deep breath at the bang from the starting pistol echoed through the pool room. I launched into the water. Swimming as fast as I can, I take a quick glance at where everyone is, and keep my pace. I reach the over end, and kick back the other way. “LET’S GO, ALEC!!!” Bobby yelled from the stands. I couldn’t help hut get a surge of confidence from that, and I raced even faster than before. I’m currently in second place; I got to be faster! This is the final lap! When I hit the other end of the pool, I shoot back the other way once again, and open up my hands and feet; giving me more speed. I shoot past the kid in front of me, and touch the wall. I win!! People jump as the 200m freestyle is ours! I climb out of the pool as water runs down my body, and I feel two hands grasp me, and hoist me up. I look down to see fellow teammate, Jack Nichols below me. “finally, after 17 years, the Compton sharks have won the 200m freestyle!” the announcer said. Just as Bobby came over, I looked into the stands, and saw a familiar face. My eyes grew wide, and my smile disappeared. My teammates put me down, and I walked over to Bobby. “congratulations!” he yelled happily. I couldn’t take my eyes of of that face. The face of the guy I’ve grown to fear. Jamie. “yeah… Can we go home now? …Please?” I pleaded. I see Jamie flash me an evil grin, and I turned away. I got dressed, and we made our way to the parking lot. I finally feel safe. I took his hand securely, and the quietness of the parking lot made me really nervous. I look to my left, and see headlights fast approaching us. “Bobby! Look out!” I yelled loudly. He saw the headlights, and he pushed me hard out of the way. I hear a thud, and a painful groan come from him. The person stepped out of the car as I ran over to Bobby. He was alive, but unconscious. I looked up, and stood over me was Jamie. I back away from Bobby, and trip ofer my own feet.  Try to crawl away, but he grabs my shirt collar. He brings me close to his face, and I can smell alcohol on his breath. “did you really think I wouldn’t FIND you? Do you think I’m stupid?!” he said shaking me. “you never should have left me, Alec. NEVER!!” he yelled angrily. He pushed me on the ground, and I noticed another pair of headlights approach, then turn off. “if I can’t have you, nobody can!” he said as he pulled something out. It was a gun! My eyes grew in fear as I look towards Bobby. He was still on the ground. I was so scared; I didn’t know what to do. He pointed it at me, and I gasped in fear. “ALEC!!!!” I cook over, and so does Jamie. He raised the gun at the man, and the man pulls the trigger on his gun. I see Jamie fall to the ground in pain, and the man radioed for two ambulances. “are you ok, Alec?” he said holding out his hand. It was dad! He saved my life!

“ugh…” Bobby groans; I look over, and rush to him. “Bobby, are you alright?” I asked worriedly. He stood up slowly, and nodded. The ambulances soon arrived, and took Jamie to the hospital. They checked Bobby out, and it turned out he just has some bruises and scrapes. “y-you saved me…” I stuttered looking up at him. “you saved US.” I corrected myself. “of course I did; you’re my son… And he’s your…. Boyfriend…” he struggled. I knew it was still new to him, so I don’t blame him. I turn back to Bobby, and he still had that gorgeous smile on his face. He wrapped his right arm around my waist, and pulled me close. Dad awkwardly smiled, and turned away to go talk to a fellow officer. Bobby and I give our statements of what happened during the evening, and we soon head back home. I can’t help but remember how wonderful These 3 weeks have been with Bobby. He’s so sweet, good-looking, very smart, thoughtful, selfless and protective, what more could you ask for in a boyfriend? I’m just lucky he is mine. We soon got home, had dinner, and went to bed. 

I wonder what Josh and Dylan did over the weekend….

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I’m in such a good mood today. Not only am I happy about being out of the closet, but it’s Bobby and is one month today! It seems like only yesterday when we first kissed at the aquatics canter. Ever since then, however, we’ve done a lot more than kiss. *wink wink.* I soon met up with Michael, Natasha, and Mason and headed to class. The five of us, including Dylan, and Josh, but Dylan is sick, and Josh stayed home with him to make him feel better, have been getting along great, and I’m no longer afraid of people judging me, because I know that these guys will never leave me. “so what did you guys do over the weekend?” I asked as I closed my locker door. “well, Mike and I had some alone time…” Natasha joked. “best 30 seconds of my life.” she added. “c’mon! I’m not THAT early!” Michael joked as he kissed her forehead. “o…k…? What about you, Mason?” I chuckled. “well…” he said blushing. “you could say that Chris and I had to squeeze into a tight parking spot last night…” he said blushing some more. “jeez… Horn-dog…” I laughed. “did you get lucky last night, Alec?” Michael asked. “far from lucky; Jamie came back…” I said looking at the floor. All went silent. “are you alright?” Mason asked politely as I sat down leaning up against the wall. The others joined me. “yeah, but Bobby pushed me out of the way of his car, and took the hit…” I said crying slightly. Mason hugged me from the side, and I rested my head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry…” he whispered. “I just want to go home and see him. Thank god he isn’t in the hospital…” I said wiping my tears, and sitting up straight. “I’m glad he’s ok too, he’s a fucking stud!” Natasha announced. At least she has a sense of humor, so I took no offense to the remark; I thought it was clever, and well-timed. 

“by the way, has anyone met the new quarterback for the football team? His name Is Ricky, and he is smokin’ hot!” she added. “I’m standing right here, you know…” Michael said with a touch of hurt in his voice. “oh, don’t worry about it, Baby. I’m not gonna sleep with him! I only eat one kind of sausage, so keep your boxers on!” she said punching him lightly in the shoulder. She was more of a man than Michael was, and she was Hilarious! 

We were soon interrupted by the fire alarm, and I saw thick black smoke pouring from a trash can. “holy crap! The walls were burning too, and so was the ceiling! We all made our way outside, and I saw two boys, that were twins, run out too. One was crying, the other was holding onto him. He must be scared out of his mind…

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Once the fire department determined that there was no structural damage of the school, and no toxic fumes in the air, we were allowed back in for one more class, then we could go home so the clean up crews could fix it up. 

We soon went our separate ways, and I headed to class. I walked down the ugly green walls, and saw the same two guys sitting on a bench. One was crying, and the other was trying to console him. They looked like the twins i saw earlier. But, I didn’t know what was going on, so I just kept waking by.

I hope this boy is ok….

My name is Adam, 24 years old, and this incident happened about a year ago. I started going to a gym close to my home. It’s a small gym owned by a white man living in this same area. His name is Dirk. It’s not a fancy gym, but it has all the required equipment for beginners. The owner (now about 40 years of age) used to compete in body-building competitions when he was in his 20s. He currently gives personal training to some of his clients as well.

One day after finishing my work at the office, I went to the gym. It was almost late when I went there, and the gym was about to close in about 30 minutes. So other people were finishing their workouts and started to go home. I just wanted a quick workout before heading home because it helps me to sleep well. When I was running on the treadmill, I saw the owner, Dirk, started his workout. He was wearing a tank top vest shirt and tight shorts, which helped me see his gorgeous muscular body. The other days he wears a workout hoddie, and this is the first time I saw him in a tank top. He has well-developed muscles, a thick beard, a broad chest and shoulders, and calves are bulkier than normal. No wonder he won some body-building competitions in the past. I started staring at him greedily and started admiring his physique secretly. Because of his tank top, I got a chance to admire his dark gorgeous chest hair. When Dirk started doing shoulder press, his hairy pits started to visible clearly. His pits were covered by thick dark hair, and it looked like he had never trimmed his pits for years. Omg, that view stimulated my brain, and I started to get hard. There was no separation between his pit hair and chest hair. When I was staring at his pits, he suddenly looked at me directly. I didn’t know if he noticed that I was staring at him. I got a little embarrassed. There were no other people in the gym at that moment. When he started another exercise, I started staring at him again. Actually, I didn’t really do a proper workout that day, Haha.. I was fascinated by his amazing body.

I didn’t realize the time at that moment because I was amazed by his beautiful pits and admiring them in my head. When it was about to close the gym, he told me, “hey boy, I’m going to close in 5 minutes”. Oh shit, I didn’t realize the time. So, I headed to the locker room to have a shower and change my clothes. I stood by a locker and started checking my phone before heading to a shower cubical. Suddenly Dirk appeared at the door. He removed his tank top and started walking towards me. My brain stopped working for a moment because of what I’m seeing. I don’t know if it is because I was embarrassed or I was fascinated by his amazing hairy body.

He came closer and closer to me, and asked, “Hey boy, why were you staring at me while I was working out?” I didn’t know that he noticed it. And I got so embarrassed. I didn’t have anything to say.

“No No… No sir, I wasn’t”.

“Don’t lie boy, I noticed it multiple times”.

“I’m so sorry sir, please forgive me”.

“That’s ok. Now tell me what you were staring at”.

“Nothing sir”.

“I told you don’t lie, it can really make me very angry”, he shouted at me.

“……”

“Tell me what you were staring at”.

“Your body sir”.

“What part of my body?”

“Your armpits”.

“Really, you like my hairy musky pits?”.

“Yes”, I said with a blush.

“Fuck man, you are a slut”, he told this with a laugh.

“Sorry”.

“Don’t be sorry, you wanna see them again?”.

I didn’t know what to say.

“yes or no, slutty boy?”.

“yes sir”.

He flexed his arms and showed me his pits and biceps. Oh wow. They were super hairy and covered with sweat after his workout. I suddenly caught the scent of his pit, and it made me hard instantly.

“You like them?”

“Oh yes sir, I love them”.

“Then come closer and smell them boy”.

I couldn’t believe what he said, so I was standing there like a stone. Then he slowly came towards me. The distance between us was like a few centimetres. I dropped my phone onto the floor. I didn’t really care about my phone at that time. I couldn’t believe what was happening at that time. I was secretly admiring the physique of this gym owner, and now he is in front of me flexing his arms and asking me to smell his pits. Just for a second, I thought I had a dream.

No, it’s not a dream. It’s real. He grabbed my head and directed my face towards his beautiful hairy pits. Ohhh, I can’t describe the manly scent of his gorgeous hairy pits. I don’t have enough words to describe it and admire it. It blew my mind. I enjoyed every second and bury my face in his pits. After a while, he asked me to smell the other pit, and I did as he instructed me. I don’t know how much time my face was in his pits. I didn’t care much to count the time. I just wanted to enjoy this moment. He noticed that I got hard. He laughed, “oh boy, you got a boner”, and then I blushed.

“pull down your shorts”. I did as he instructed. I was super hard at that time.

“hey boy, don’t blush, wanna see what I got?”

“oh yes sir”

Then he pulled down his tight shorts and showed me his 9-inch giant cock. His cock got a big erection at that time.

“WOOOOW”

“You like it boy?”

“Fucking yes sir, love it so much”.

“yeah”.

“Except in porn, I have never seen such a huge cock in person”.

“Fuck boy, this means you are gay… Hahahaha.. I knew it the first day I saw you”.

Do his words mean that this whole thing was a plan of his to seduce me? How did he think that I am gay? I didn’t have much time to think. Suddenly, he started kissing my lips furiously. I surrendered to him and let him do what he wanted.. To be honest, I really enjoyed this whole thing. I loved the way he kissed me. If this whole thing was his plan, I really thank him for doing this.

I don’t know how much time we kissed. We wrapped our arms around each other’s bodies while kissing, and also we grabbed each other’s cock from time to time. Our sweaty hairy bodies started rubbing each other. His sweat and musky scent turned me on so much. After we stopped kissing, I started to lick his muscular hairy chest and started sucking his nipples. His nips are covered with chest hair and looked so artistic. I sucked them and used my tongue around them to stimulate his testosterone. His face told me he thoroughly enjoys it, and he started moaning.

After that, Dirk asked me if I wanted to taste his cock. I said “oh yes sir, I love to taste every inch of your beautiful cock”.

Then he went to a bench in the locker room and sat down. He was super hard, and his cock was bouncing as if it sends me an invitation to taste it. It seemed like he never trimmed his pubes for ages. It was so thick and super hairy. I was really amazed by the scent of his bush. First, I bury my face in his bush for a few minutes. Then I started licking his shaft. He started leaking a lot, and wow, his precum really tastes so good. I started sucking his cock like a child sucking a lollipop. While I was sucking him, he tossed his arms over his head and showed me his armpits. That view drives me nuts. Since, he didn’t take a shower after his workout, his crotch smells so musky, and it really drove me crazy and crazier. Also, I sucked his hairy juicy balls. I started sucking his cock so hard. He started to moan, and it indicated that he really enjoys my sucking. I think I sucked his cock at least for 20 minutes.

“Fuck boy, fuck my damn cock…. oh yeah, taste it…”

“yes sir”

“Suck it like a slut.. Oh fuck man.. fuck.. that’s how a slut should service a cock..”

After a while, he started moaning aloud, and I knew he was going to shoot his load. I wanted to taste his cum. So, I started sucking him deep and rigorously.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh………”

Finally, he shot a big load into my throat with a big scream.

“Ahhh… Fuck boy, fuck….. Oh damn.. fuck”.

It was one of the enormous loads I ever got in my life. His cum tasted so yummy, and I swallowed it. I didn’t want to waste a drop of his cum. Then he said, “Woof.. fuck boy, you are so damn good”, and his words made me proud of my cock sucking skills.

I told him “I want to cum sir, you really drove me crazy today”. He laughed, “you are a fucking slutty boy, haha.. let’s do it”.

He asked me to lie down on the bench and started sucking my cock. He sucked me so well, and I knew I wouldn’t hold it for so long. So, after he sucked me for about 5 minutes, I asked him to bring his pits to my face so that I can have his manly musky scent while I cum. He brought his hairy pits closer to my face, and I started jerking off myself. His masculine scent boosted my adrenaline, and I shot my load within like two minutes. “ahhhhhhhh……” My chest and belly got covered by my cum load. Then he started rubbing my cum all over my chest and stomach. He started kissing me again.

This was one of the best sex sessions I ever had. This is the first time I had sex outside a bedroom. I think that’s why I got so excited. Also, Dirk’s amazing muscular body, hairy pits, broad hairy chest and massive cock made me super excited.

Then he helped me to get up, and we went to the shower. Before we started the shower, I smelled and licked his beautiful hairy pits again. I wanted to have that manly scent one more time before he began to shower. I think he was so surprised by the way I admire his pits. And he certainly enjoyed it.

We showered together, and I saw that he gets hard again. While in the shower, I sucked him again. After I sucked him for like 5 minutes, he asked me to stop. He told me that he wanted to save his next load to fuck my ass the next day.

“Sir, you really wanna fuck me?”

“Yes boy, you like to have this massive cock in your ass?”

“Fucking yes, and YES sir, but one condition”.

“What’s that?”

“Sir, I want you to fuck me after a workout without having a shower”.

“slutty boy, I will do it as you want”.

“Thank you sir”.

“No need to thank me, you are fucking awesome boy”.

“hehe… “

I told him I want to rim his hairy hole next time. He agreed and told me “let’s rim each other in 69 position”. Fuck yes, this is like my dream coming true. I really love rimming hairy holes. Rimming while getting rimmed is like a double pleasure for me.

He told me he is gay, and he broke up with his ex-boyfriend 3 months ago. He has a big sex drive and he said to me that he found the right person to fulfill his desires. I think he had not had the chance to have good sex since he broke up.

I was so happy about what happened, and we decided to meet the next day again after the workout.

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“Wait, you’re gonna be down in Miami the same time as us?” Zach said to me over the phone.

“Yeah, what a coincidence, right? I booked a flight down there a couple months ago,” I lied. Truth was I’d booked it a couple minutes ago, after Geoffrey told me they were going. It was a work trip for Zach, and Geoffrey was already thinking about how he was going to fill those long hours when Zach was at his conference.

“We’ll have to all get together, go to the beach…” I said.

“No, well…wait…” Zach said, his mind clearly reeling with the possibilities. “Maybe we don’t tell Geoffrey you’re gonna be around,” he said. “He wants it to be, like, a vacation thing where we reconnect – you know, just the two of us…”

“Oh sure, I understand,” I said. “We don’t have to tell Geoffrey anything.”

“It’s not like that,” Zach said in a low voice. “Though I will have a few breaks from the conference…”

“I’ll make sure I book a hotel near yours,” I said, but of course I already had, and the scene was set for Miami debauchery.

Geoffrey texted me the entire flight down and invited me to their hotel room the next morning as Zach was at the conference all day. After we’d made out a minute he brought out a tux on a hanger and started to lift the plastic off of it. “Zach has to wear it on Friday for some gala,” Geoffrey said and got that evil gleam in his eye that I love. “I want you to fuck me raw on it.”

“What if we get a stain on it, baby?” I said.

“I hope we do,” Geoffrey said, laying it on the bed – pants spread out, jacket open – then lying back on the jacket’s silky liner. “We’ll say the tux shop did it. This is the same tux he wore when we got married. I want both of us to cover it cum.”

“Fuckin a, man,” I said, thinking some of my cum was probably already staining the pants from when it had leaked out of Zach’s ass as he said his vows. I held Geoffrey’s legs high and plowed that beautiful ass for a good hour with my raw dick, and when I got bored with that I got his dick nice and hard and rode it. We came multiple times all over that jacket lining and once inside the pants, too, for good measure.

Zach hit me up that evening. “Geoffrey’s out shopping. Can I come over?” I smirked and rolled my eyes. The truth was Zach was just as horny and into it as Geoffrey was, he just had a harder time admitting it to himself. But the Miami heat must have done the trick because he arrived in a jockstrap with poppers in his pocket.

“Fuck I needed this dick,” he said as he huffed poppers and bounced up and down on my raw meat.

“Damn right you did,” I said. “Better than your husband’s?” Zach had told me he’d let Geoffrey fuck him a few weeks back. I thought it cute that the two of them had rekindled their sex life. As long as I was fucking both of them I couldn’t care less what they did or didn’t do with each other.

“So much fucking better,” Zach said, his face and shoulders blushing from the poppers. “Your cock is bigger than his and you cum so much more.”

“Fuck yeah buddy, tell me more,” I said, my raw cock pulsing in Zach’s ass as I reached up to squeeze his muscle tits. His cock was hard in his jock.

“I crave it, man. I love cheating on him. I want to cheat on him forever with you,” Zach said, his glassy eyes trained on mine. Just then, his phone buzzed. He looked at it. “It’s Geoffrey,” he said.

“Take the call,” I said. Zach hesitated. “C’mon,” I said. Zach got off of me, stood up, and answered his phone.

“Hey, babe,” Zach said. I stood, hard cock leading the way as I went to where Zach stood in front of the balcony. We could literally see his and Geoffrey’s room from there. “What’s up?” he said, and I caressed his firm, hairy ass. He shuddered. “Oh you’re back at the hotel?” Zach said, looking right at the room where Geoffrey was. “No, sorry, I just…I’m still at the conference center, yeah,” he said, as slid my hard cock between his ass cheeks.

“Yeah it’s a breakout meeting,” Zach said as I pressed the head of my cock to his lubed-up hole. “It was a last-minute thing they decided to…uh…squeeze in,” he said, voice barely breaking as I slid my cock inside of him. He braced himself against the balcony window as I began to pound him. “Yeah, babe, it’s been really good, I’m doing some good networking…” I fucked him steadily, enjoying his ass as he kept Geoffrey on the line. Then I slid out of him and shucked off his jock, freeing his hard, hairy cock.

“Get on the bed,” I whispered. Zach laid his beefy frame back on the bed, his hard cock lolling upwards. He had that helpless look in his eyes that had come to turn me on, hard – the look that said he was beholden to his desires, and couldn’t resist doing whatever depraved and dangerous things I suggested so long as they were behind his husband’s back. He pressed the phone tightly to his ear as I straddled him, pointing his cock at my asshole. Just a few hours ago Geoffrey had pumped a load into it, so it was nice and lubed up.

“Oh you went to the Apple store? Nice, babe,” Zach said, his eyes rolling back in his head as I slid my ass down his bare dick. “You got a watch? Awesome, I can’t wait to see it,” he said, his voice all honey but his breath catching from the way I was bouncing my tight asshole up and down his prick. I grabbed the poppers and took a big huff, then held them under Zach’s nose. He resisted at first but then took a deep sniff.

“Oh I was just doing my nasal spray,” Zach said, explaining the sound of him huffing poppers to Geoffrey. “You know me, babe, allergies are bad this time of year…” I watched Zach’s face flush as the poppers took hold and I rode his dick mercilessly. “Yeah? Your watch has a fitness app? Nice babe, really nice, no I love that,” he went on, his voice rising and rising – I could tell he was getting close.

I rode him relentlessly, clenching my asshole around his cock which always makes his eyes roll back in his head. The poppers were really kicking in now. “That’s great, we can sync up our, our watches now and…and…” he said, and as the poppers peaked and the colored parts of his eyes disappeared he dropped his phone and began to blast inside me. At the same time I shot all over him, ropes of cum coating his chest. “Fuck!” he screamed, and then moments later, realizing what he’d done, he scrambled to pick up his phone.

“Babe?” he said, panting. “Sorry, no I’m fine I just, uh, hit my knee on a chair. Yeah it really hurt. I better go. Be home soon,” he said as I stood and let his cock slide out of me. Zach set his phone down and laid his arm over his eyes.

“We can’t keep doing this,” he said. I rolled my eyes as I got dressed. It wasn’t the first time Zach had post-orgasm regret and it wouldn’t be the last.

* * *

Geoffrey made a plan for our last day in Miami (after sending me a picture of Zach all dolled up in his cum-infused tux, ready for the gala).

“Zach has the day off. He wants us to spend it together – going to the beach, looking at the local architecture,” Geoffrey said. “I’m going to tell him I’m not feeling well.”

I watched Zach leave the hotel – beach bag in hand – from my car, and as soon as he pulled out I was on my way up. Turns out Geoffrey had a surprise for me.

“I got on one of those dating apps and met the most gorgeous guy,” he said.

“Oh really?” I said, and just then there was a knock on his hotel room door. Geoffrey opened it and there stood a six-foot-two brown-skinned god of a man. Handsome, muscular – couldn’t have been a day over twenty – with a killer smile.

“This is Manny,” Geoffrey said. I shook my head and smiled. Geoffrey had sure grown since I first turned him out – from faithful married househusband, to bareback cheating slut who couldn’t get enough cock.

We all stripped down and thus began a daylong fuckfest the likes of which I’d never experienced. Manny was just as versatile as we were and we tried every combination of raw fucking, cumming in one another multiple times. Manny was hung huge and had the tightest ass. Geoffrey and I took turns riding that big dick and tag-teamed his ass. At the end we all collapsed in a heap of worn-out, cum-strewn bodies all over Zach’s hotel bed. We shared one last three-way kiss before Manny headed out the door. I pulled Geoffrey close to me and thought: maybe I really do love this guy.

That thought lasted as long as it took me to get in my car and text Zach. See, getting Zach to dick me down with his husband’s load dripping out of me – or vice versa – was always the goal. Luckily Geoffrey was heading out to grab a meal. We didn’t have a lot of time but Zach was in a state.

“I’m so fuckin horny,” he texted me. “Come fuck me.” Luckily I hadn’t left the hotel yet, and waited until Geoffrey left and Zach was ready then just headed back up to the room. Zach answered the door in his jockstrap. Despite some air freshener that Geoffrey had sprayed it still smelled like the wild, bareback threeway sex we’d had less than an hour ago.

Zach grabbed my crotch and pulled me inside the room. “I need your cock in me, man. Right now.” He dropped to his knees and started blowing me right inside the door. And even though I’d just pumped two loads into his husband and two more into a stranger, I got super hard. Zach was in heat, fully lusting after my cock and sucking me like he was starving for it.

“Fuck me now, man,” he said, taking me into the kitchenette and bending over the counter to present his big, hairy ass. “I’m craving it.”

“You need it more than you need your husband,” I said as I pumped a finger into his already-lubed hole.

“Damn right I do,” Zach said, and I rammed it home – all nine inches of my meat into Zach’s cheating ass. “Fuck!” he said, uncapping his poppers and taking a big huff. “Gimme it, bro. Fuck me like Geoffrey never could.”

“That’s right man. Even on your couples vacation we’re still fucking like animals. You know why?” I said.

“Why?” Zach said.

“Cause you’re in love with me, man,” I said, and visibly saw Zach seize up – with fear or lust or some combination of both. Fact is I’d never gone down this road with him, even if it had been on the cusp of our connection the whole time.

“Oh fuck Bobby, don’t say that,” Zach said.

“It’s true, man,” I said, pumping that hunky ass with my fat raw dick. “Say it. Say what you’ve been thinking the whole time we’ve been having this affair.”

“I’m…”

“Say it!” I said, ramming him hard, feeling my load start to crest. It was the heat of that moment, I think, that kept us from hearing the door of the hotel room as it quietly opened.

“I’m in love with you, Bobby!” Zach said. “Fucking hell it’s true. I’ve been fucking you way more than I ever have fucked my husband and the sex is a million times better. Fuck I love you. I’m in love with you.” His cock began to shoot as he said those words – unbidden, untouched – all over the floor.

“I’m in love with you too, bro,” I said, as my load gushed into him. I didn’t believe it but the moment was too hot. That was when I heard the crash of the takeout Geoffrey had brought to share with his husband, dropping on the hotel room floor. My cock was still shooting inside of Zach as I turned to see Geoffrey’s wide, shocked eyes and – I have to say – I couldn’t help but smile.

“Geoffrey!” Zach said. “Babe!” He frantically pulled off of me, covering his hard cock with his hand. “I…I…”

Geoffrey looked at Zach. He looked at me. “Bobby?” he said, as if he wasn’t even sure of who I was. “What…I don’t…”

“It just…uh…happened, babe,” Zach said, fumbling around for words as I fumbled to pull up my pants. “I didn’t even know Bobby was down here…” he continued. Geoffrey approached us and as soon as I caught a clear path to the open hotel room door I slipped through it. I never looked back, even when Geoffrey called after me in a pained voice. I just went down the hall, shot through the first exit door I could find and hurried downstairs and out of the building. Then I shut off my phone and hightailed it to the airport.

To be concluded…

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