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  • The Paramedic

    I was injured and someone called an ambulance for me. The tall, broad short black haired paramedic introduced himself as John. His bald and muscular colleague told me he was James. Between them they put me on a stretcher and carried me into the ambulance. Once in, they secured me to the bed with restraint straps and treated my injury. It was less severe than it appeared and so it was virtually completely taken care off before we got to the hospital.

    At that point John began undoing my shirt then removing my trousers “I’m afraid we need to strip you completely. You’ll get your clothes back later”. Once I was naked, helplessly strapped to the bed, John spread some clear lube on his latex gloved hand and grabbed my cock, playing with it. I couldnt help getting hard but i did feel embarrassed. John said “nothing to be ashamed of, most men will get hard from this sort of stimulation. James is going to check your prostate now.”

    I felt James’ fingers forced up my ass, completing the humiliation. I couldn’t look either of them in the eye. At some point, John’s cock was free of his trousers and slapping me in the face. He pushed it into my mouth when I tried to speak and proceeded to slowly fuck my mouth as James’ hand was in my ass. After a while, I felt the leg restraints undone and James pulled his fingers out of my bum. He spread my legs and said “this may be a little uncomfortable” then shoved his thankfully lubricated cock in my anus. I helped on John’s cock and the two medics proceeded to fuck me in both holes.

    After 15 minutes or so, John fucked my face faster until I felt a huge splash of hot sticky jizz across my face and mouth. It was everywhere. John said “I will get you a tissue once James is finished with you.”, leaving me to get buttfucked with his load covering my face. James grabbed my cock at this point and jerked it telling me “don’t fight the climax, I need you to cum for me.” The painful tightness of my anus around his shaft didn’t stop me responding to his ministrations. I could feel my pleasure building. “Oh fuck, aaaagh” I came hard, shooting all over myself. James said “good lad, I will be finished with you soon. Tell me, have you been fucked in the ass before?” I replied through the facial “no, I’ve never gotten anal”. James smiled ‘John and I fuck a lot of men on that bed so i csn tell you that you are doing well and you are nice and tight. John will fuck your bum next. He is a bit bigger so it might be painful.”

    I felt him cum, unleashing a flood of semen in my guts. When he pulled out, John was on top of me instantly. “Bite down on this while I put it in.”. I bit down on the folded cloth and felt like John drove a bus up my ass. “Gaaah, it’s so big!”. “Don’t worry, you can take it. James has loosened you up”. John thrust hard and fast and I was limp with surrender. John was vocal as he fucked “uuungh, god you are tight. Uuungh take it”. I lay there immobilized and took John’s pole. I could feel James’ load getting frothy from Johns pumping. The cum on my face started to dry.

    Eventually John grunted “Look me in the eyes, I want you to see me com in you”. I looked and saw his eyes roll with pleasure as my bowels took another load. When John pulled out a wave of jizz flowed out. “Well you are well experienced taking it in the ass now!” They both laughed.

    When we got to the hospital, before they brought me inside, John and James released the restraints and cleaned the semen off me. James grabbed my cock again and stimulated it as John penetrated me from behind as I stood. I felt his hands on my hips as he pumped me, his massive cock still a challenge. James jerked me off until my legs started to go limp. John held me up and smacked the side of my ass “is the buttfucking getting a little too much for you? Poor baby. Just concentrate on coming for James then I can finish fucking you on your stomach.”

    Shortly after I shot my load in James face and John gently lowered me into a face down ass up position, grabbed handful of the back of my hair and recommended reaming me out. Between thrusts I managed to ask “does this mean I’m gay now?” James laughed and said “it means you enjoy getting your boypussy fucked. It also means that John and I will take you out once you get released from hospital. We will buy you dinner then tie you up and fuck you senseless, agreed?” “Ok, I agree” I admitted. I was interested in seeing them again -i liked being helpless as having these two use me. “I think I like being restrained and told what to do.” John pulled out and destroyed my ass with cum and patted me on the head “thanks for that. I love breaking guys in.”

  • Sex on the Side

    My married friend and I share all our secrets. He’s gay, white, mid-40’s, about 6’ tall, not bad looking, 170#, clean shaven, and he’s a complete bottom. He’s married to a very sweet guy and they’ve been together for over 10 years. In all aspects of their marriage he was very happy…except for the sex.They still have infrequent, vanilla, sex together, but my friend shared he felt he listed and wanted something more. I never thought he’d do it, but he took to the hook-up apps over a year ago, and met someone that he’s been seeing at least twice a month in a local motel after work.

    The other guy is African American, same age, around 195, all muscle, he’s on the DL, a blue-collar kind of guy, bald, goatee, and about an 8.5” thick dick. He is single with no attachments. The guy is long-winded, too,and can fuck for hours.  According to my friend, the guy is a literal fuck machine and his hole has never been happier. The way he saw it, it was just sex, a way to blow off some steam, no strings attached. They both got what they needed from this consensual sexual relationship.

    The other day I was out drinking with my friend after work, and asked him how things were going with his mystery man. He told me they had just met two days prior, and proceeded to share every detail, which I am now sharing with you.

    My friend usually checks into the room first and gets himself ready for the action soon to come. He usually has a fresh bottle of poppers for the occasion, and always wears a jockstrap. This man that he sees is all top, all the time, which is what makes him so attractive to my friend. He isn’t interested in seeing my friend’s dick, and my friend isn’t interested in showing it to him. For my friend, it’s all about getting the dick, not giving it. And for his fuck buddy, he’s all about getting his cock worshipped and refers to my friend’s asshole as a “pussy”.

    So back to two days ago. There was a knock on the door at the agreed upon time. My buddy answered the door in nothing but his jockstrap and this strapping man was in jeans, t-shirt, and work boots. My friend shut and locked the door behind him, and the guy immediately began removing his boots and clothes, until he was completely naked. My friend said they sight of this man’s body leaves him speechless each and every time. The man stood at the edge of the bed and my friend took to his knees, opened his mouth wide, and began working that black dick into his throat.
    he could faintly taste and smell cocoa butter.

    Removing the shaft from his mouth, he lifted it in his hand, and began to lick and suck on those silky smooth black balls, first one, then the other. Then he felt his fuck buddy press his whole crotch in my friend’s face and my friend inhaled, just taking it all in. He opened his mouth again and the top grabbed his head and pressed down on it hard until his nose was entwined in pubes and his chin met balls. The top deep dicked my friend’s throat for quite some time, and he could feel the heat resonating off of the shaft using his mouth. It felt so hard, he said.

    The top tapped on the bed and my friend knew this meant he wanted to fuck some pussy. He lined up his ass to the corner edge of the bed and with his cock still slick from all that throat slime, he pushed himself right inside. My friend inhaled some poppers and began to ride the wave. This is what he wanted and needed, and looks forward to just about every other week. The top grabbed onto his waist and really began slamming into my friend. He said the feeling of 8.5” solid inches of dick moving in and out of his love tunnel was indescribable.

    He took another hit of poppers and raised his ass and lowered his chest to the bed, and let his top take his pussy, and even said aloud, “look how wet my pussy gets for you. Fuck me, fuck me please”!  And the top rammed his rigid cock deeper inside him. My friend brought his arm behind his back and the top grabbed his wrist and then the other one and locked him in place and fucked my friend silly. He felt completely helpless in this position.

    Then he pushed my friend’s back down so he was now flat on his stomach, and wish his arms still locked behind his back, the top never missed a beat, taking his pussy that he loves to fuck every other week. Releasing his arms, the top brought his entire body weight onto my friend’s back, and under him, he felt immobile, but didn’t want to go anywhere. He could feel the entrance of his asshole being popped open by the head of the top’s cock, as he repeatedly rubbed just that spot in and out sending my friend into a frenzy. He pushed his ass all the way back to take in the entire length of his top’s erect penis.

    The top got up and sat on the chair in the hotel room, and began to sip on some water. He was getting sweaty. My friend went back down on his knees and began to orally service the top while he cooled down a bit. The top reached down to tweak my friend’s nipples which made him crazy. It made him suck that cock that much harder and that much deeper. My friend began to realize that it was this cock that was making him feel so good, so wanted, that he began to kiss it up and down.

    The top tapped on the bed again signaling he was ready to fuck more. He positioned my friend on his back, while the top remained at the edge of the bed. The top placed each foot on one of his meaty pecs and leaned in and really opened my friend’s pussy. He was slowly deep stroking it, and my friend could feel every single sensation that cock brought to him. My friend threw his legs over the top’s shoulders, and the top jumped onto the bed with him. My friend hugged this man tightly they were cheek to cheek, my fried could feel the bristles of this man’s goatee on his face, and with their eyes closed, the top continued to fuck away. My friend wanted badly to kiss him, but didn’t want to cross that line and didn’t want to ruin anything, so he elected not to, and to just lay back and enjoy the fuck.

    With their chests now sticking together from the heat of their sex, it was time for another break. The top sat on the sofa, manspread, his arms up over his head and my friend crawled over to him, on all four’s and engulfed him deeply into his mouth tasting his own ass juices on this dick. “Mmmmmmm” he said as he lost himself serving this beautiful dick. It was like he couldn’t get enough. He brought himself to his knees and reached up to feel the top’s pecs and biceps. The rippling muscles were hard, and the top enjoyed flexing for him. My friend was in awe of this man who was fucking him in earnest!

    The top three my friend over the edge of the sofa, on his back, and my friend held his ankles back so the top could have full and complete access, and he begged, “fuck my pussy, give me more”. The top smiled, and lined his cock up and pushed right inside, as if my friend’s pussy was his cock’s home. The top fucked and fucked and my friend emitted moans of deep pleasure.

    They’d been fucking for well over two hours by now and it was soon time to end their secret rendezvous. The top brought my friend back to bed and placed him on his stomach. The top got on top, and with only one mission in mind, relentlessly began banging the senses out of my friend. My friend said he does know what it’s like to be fucked senseless, and this is usually when it happens. Pressing down on my friends neck with one hand and grabbing an ass check with the other, the top began grunting, and driving his cock deeper into my friend’s cavern. He was reaching deeper places, and my friend get like he was hanging on, hoping he’d be able to stay in place long enough to get his top’s load. He began to beg, “seed my wet pussy. I want your seed. Breed my pussy”. And the top replied, “you want me to breed your pussy? Tell me you want it”. And my friend encouraged the top to spill his seed. The top gave one last final deep thrust and a load groan and my friend tightened his pussy to feel that cock throbbing and emptying all the seed deep inside him.

    When the top got up, his cock glistened with cum and ass juice. My friend jumped all over it and cleaned it all with his tongue and mouth.

    The top left and my friend was extremely satisfied, and extremely happy. He took a quick shower and then checked out of the room and went home as if nothing had happened. However, he know he was carrying his top’s semen inside him, which made him smile. 

  • Kai’s first time

    Kai was never bad looking, but also not really ever considered especially handsome. He was fairly skinny, had ginger hair, green eyes, and stopped growing at 5’6”. He never cared for mainstream “masculine” sports, being more fascinated generally considered “feminine” sports. This seems completely normal, but Kai thought he was very different from a young age, although he wasn’t quite sure how. One indication was whenever he saw other guys changing (whether it be at school, or in swimming pool locker rooms), he couldn’t help but shoot curious glances. While he enjoyed undressing other boys with his eyes, Kai’s favourite fantasy however, was James.

    James was the epitome of heterosexuality. James was athletic, playing a medley of sports, including, but not limited to: baseball, football, and especially, hockey. He was good -hell, even great – looking, having luscious, dirty blonde hair, defined muscles, had a grand stature of 6’4”, as well as eyes both as captivating and blue as the ocean.

    James and Kai were friends since the second grade, and, despite their differences, being almost polar opposites, were inseparable. The two of them did absolutely everything together, going to theme parks, movies, biking, and in their teenage years, even jerking off. They also shared somethings, including secrets, mutual interests in WW2, and almost, a birthday. James turned 18 a measly 3 days before Kai.

    To celebrate Kai’s birthday, James decided to get a hotel for both of them to have a short trip to the mountains on a weekend.“Happy birthday Kai! I hope you’ll love your birthday present. I booked us a hotel room in Banff for this weekend!” James exclaimed while handing Kai a pamphlet from the hotel he booked.

    Kai was elated  to get to spend some alone time with his friend, and he said to James, “Wow, thank you so much dude!” Kai’s birthday was on a Tuesday, so he had to sit through school on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, anticipating the weekend get-away. Friday night finally came, and Kai was very ready to get picked up by James. They had planned to leave for Banff (a 3 hour trip from their houses), on Friday night to make the most of Saturday.

    Kai had packed the night before, which meant he would be completely ready for James to pull up to his house at 4 PM sharp. Kai was known to over prepare, and this was no different. Just in case his fantasies came true, Kai shaved all of his little body hair for James, packed condoms, and of course, lube. All of these would soon come in handy.

    Kai was outside waiting for 4PM, and with it, James to arrive. Sure enough, 4PM rolled around, and Kai could hear the distinctive sound of James’ 2003 Pontiac Firebird roaring down the street. Honk honk! James laid on his horn before his car even stopped. He always did this so Kai knew he was there, but this time it was unnecessary, as Kai was anticipating James’ arrival outside.

    Kai eagerly threw his bags in the back, and hopped into the front passenger seat.

    Fast forward to Kai and James getting checked into the hotel, and sitting in the room. “Hey, I haven’t gotten any relief for a few days, do you mind if I jerk off?” James asked.

    “No, go ahead, stud!” Kai responded. With this, James took his shirt and shorts off, then practically ripped his tented boxers off. James was horny. Not horny, but, horny. 

    While James was busy doing this, Kai hurriedly dug to the bottom of his bag to fetch his bottle of lube, knowing that James never had his own, and would ask for some soon. Kai never was very coordinated, but he accurately threw this bottle of magic right into James’ now free, and ready hand. James caught the bottle with his left hand, and flicked it open with his right hand. 

    James emptied what seemed to be a lake of lube onto his hairy dick. He slowly rubbed the lube all over his growing cock. “Oh my god,” James groaned, “I needed this sooo bad dude!” 

    Kai smiled methodically, his brain’s gears turning in thought. Could it be? Would he finally get his dream? 

    “I’ll be right back. And don’t be so loud.” Chuckled Kai, as he made his way to the bathroom. Along with the lube and condoms (one of which he didn’t plan on using), Kai packed a face cloth. Kai had used the bathroom before leaving his house, and pretended he wasn’t hungry when James asked what he wanted to eat. This meant that all he had to do wash himself to be ready for anal. 

    Quickly, Kai turned the tap to get some warm water. While waiting for the water to heat up, Kai dropped his pants and underwear to the ground, and jumped put of his shirt. Kai put the cloth under water, turned the tap off, and proceeded to wipe himself extra clean. Finally, he was ready.

    Kai knew what to expect after opening the door. James’ left hand behind his head, displaying his hairy, but maintained armpit hair, his right hand stroking his 8.5” dick, a shaved chest and stomach, a beautiful bush, and hairy legs. Kai found out he was correct after coming out of the bathroom.

    James had his eyes closed, and was focused on the sloshing of the lube on his dick, so he didn’t hear or see Kai coming to his bed naked and aroused.

    Kai placed himself onto James’s bed, and asked, “Need some help James?”

    James was shaken out of his lust, and almost jumped off the bed from being frightened. “Jesus Kai! A little hey first could’ve worked. Also, did you just ask to give me a hand job? You know I’m straight, right?” James said.

    Kai was a bit disappointed, but was still set on his goal. “I figured you just might of wanted some help. Who cares if your straight or gay, a had job is a hand job. Just close your eyes again.” he almost pleaded.

    James wasn’t sure about it. “I don’t know Kai. It’s fine if your gay, but I don’t want it to wreck our friendship…” James thought aloud, “Ok, fine. But don’t suck me, just your hand.” James closed his eyes, imagining an ex girlfriend giving him a hand job.

    Kai was more than happy with this, and placed his hand on James. “Ok, no sucking.” Kai replied.

    Kai expertly navigated James’ dick. He knew exactly what James liked, and he researched  a lot about what to do. James was uncut, so Kai rolled his foreskin back and forth with one hand, and glided across James’ shaft firmly. “Fuck… dude… where did… you – you learn how to… do – do this?” James slowly asked.

    Kai smiled, knowing James was loving it. “I’ve been waiting awhile for this, I wasn’t going to try without knowing what to do.” Kai stated matter of factly.

    James accepted this answer, but he didn’t have much of a choice, as he was enjoying it a lot, and probably couldn’t have formed a sentence.

    Kai then took his hand off of James’ shaft, and cupped James’ balls, massaging them delicately. While simultaneously playing with James’ head, Kai played with his friends balls, lightly pulling on the skin.

    If it wasn’t for the lube, Kai would’ve gone against what James said, and started sucking, but instead, he placed his left hand back on James’ shaft to go from the base to the tip, taking his right hand and getting more lube. This time though, the lube wasn’t going on James, it was going on Kai’s finger, and into himself.

    Kai stretched himself while working on James. Once Kai thought he was a stretched as his finger could make him, he asked James, “Can you stand up, I have a surprise?” James’ response consisted of nodding his head, and standing up. Kai put his chest on the bed, but raised his ass in the air, on display for James. Kai then asked James another question, “Well… are you going to use it!” As if this was his cue, James just moaned out a, “Yes.”  

    James took hold of his own dick, and guided it into Kai. Now it was James turn to show of what he knew (or at least what he could apply from his sexual experiences). He pressed his dick against Kai’s ass, teasing, “Tell me what you want.”

    Kai wasn’t going to waste time, so his answer was straight forward. “You, I want you James!” 

    “Oh yeah, ” James teased, “are you sure.”

    “Mhmm, please.” Kai desperately said.

    “Here I come.” James told Kai, as he entered Kai’s ass slowly. “Wow, your tight. This is awesome!” James didn’t even realize he only had the head of his penis in Kai, and couldn’t wait for the rest of what was coming.

    Kai was moaning away in euphoria, ahhh. James took pride in his work, and to him, that meant doing it as good as he could. He didn’t think he could wait much longer before he could cum, but he wasn’t even balls deep yet, just halfway down his dick. “There’s still more where that came from!” James declared, showing himself all the way into Kai.

    “Holy shit James. You feel even bigger than you look,” Kai said, trying to be coherent in his lustful state, “I never want this to end!”

    Kai’s wish of never ending anal didn’t come to fruition, as about 1 and a half minutes into the anal, Kai could feel James’ dick tensing up. “I’m about to cum, Kai.” James excitedly said.

    His thrusting quickened. Smack smack smack. Then it slowed to deep, deliberate thrusts. One     rope of cum was released. After that, another. And another. Then one final, large, rope. 

    Kai could feel the wetness in him. “That was awesome, James. Are you sure your straight.” Kai laughed at his own statement.

    “I’m not so sure anymore, I’ve never felt anything like that with a girl.” James giggled while his dick was softening in Kai. James collapsed onto Kai. One final thrust. Plop, his dick slipped out of Kai.

    Kai and James laid there together for hours, until James started getting another erection. “Hey Kai, want to help…” James asked.


    Thank you for reading my first story. Any and all criticism, suggestions, etc. are welcome and encouraged.

  • Such a Good Boy

    Mean while, back at the ranch….

    I called the number hoping they were around. I was pretty sure they would be, Clayton said they’re real homebodies. On the third ring he answered. 

    “Well hello Alex, how are ya doing?”

    “Doing great, I’m in town and I was wanting to drop by”

    Edward hesitated a second…

    “Is this a bad time?”

    “Not at all, we’d love to see you but…. ah, Clayton’s not here right now”

    “Yes, I know. I really wanted to talk to you and James. Mind if I come out?”

    “Well sure! Come on out and stay for supper. James can throw another steak on the fire”

    “Great, I’d love to. I’m headed your way now. See you both soon”

    I knew it wouldn’t be a problem, we hit it off from the first time we met. Soon I was pulling up in front of the house, he and James came out to greet me. I followed them in and we got comfortable in the den. James got us some iced tea and we visited for a while. Finally, Edward cleared his throat and said…

    “I’m glad you came out and all but somehow I don’t think this is a social call. What’s up?”

    “Well, you see, it’s about Clayton. I love that boy and I want to take him with me back to Las Vegas to live with me. The problem is, you. He’s so attached to you, scared of letting you down and I need your help to convince him he can leave”

    The two of them looked really uneasy and kept looking at each other 

    “Damn Alex, you may be too late. He’s met someone. That’s where he is right now. He’s spending the weekend with him”

    “If you’re referring to Preston Langley, he’s just a friend. Nothing romantic going on, I can assure you. He’s a good friend of mine, I understand he bought a horse from you”

    “Yes he did and Clayton took it down to him and is spending the weekend. We just assumed it was something different. He’s been jumpy as hell ever since they had dinner together the day they met and he’s been on edge ever since”

    I laughed and said I knew all about it. His dad said he’d liked me from the moment he met me and when I seemed so into Clayton he got high hopes but then I didn’t come out for so long and then Preston showed up. He didn’t know what to think. We talked and talked. They told me more about Clayton growing up and funny stories that would make Clayton pass out from embarrassment. It was a nice afternoon and soon we all moved to the kitchen as James started dinner. Edward was certainly the man of the house and James was just fine letting him take charge. It got me thinking again so I just up and asked…

    “So when did you two become a couple?”

    James was holding a glass and dropped it. Broken glass went everywhere and James looked like he wanted to evaporate before our eyes. He looked at me and whispered…

    “How did you know?”

    Instantly Edward calls him down…

    “James, stop!”

    “Guys, it’s cool. I figured it out from the very beginning. I even asked Clayton about it and he hasn’t got a clue. He thinks you guys are just real close because of his mother but we all know that’s not true”

    Edward looked like he wanted to punch me and James looked ill. He nervously cleaned up the broken glass. I needed to set them at ease, I didn’t see this turning out this way at all. 

    “I’m sorry, I figured you’d open up to me. I never meant to overstep and I’ll never say a word about it to anyone. I love your son and I want him to be mine so if I’ve just fucked up……”

    Edward let out a deep breath and sat back down.

    “We were together before I married Jamie. She knew we were a couple”

    “Damn, what happened? Why didn’t you just stay together?”

    “My parents, that what happened. My parents are filthy rich and the way the family trust was set up, I’d get a huge chunk of my inheritance when I married and even more when I had children. She loved James and me and the three of us ran around together all the time. When she found out I’d be cut out of the family trust because I wasn’t married, she was pissed off and concocted this whole marriage to kinda silently tell my parents to fuck off. She had to talk me into it. Eventually, she got her way. We got married and almost immediately she was pregnant. I’d dated a few girls and had sex with a couple so I wasn’t repulsed by the idea and she was beautiful to say the least. Picture Clayton as a woman and you git the idea. As a matter of fact, look over there on the wall. That’s us on our wedding day, James was my best man”

    On the wall was a bunch of family pictures done in black and white, all in black frames. Sure enough, I see several pictures of them and her with the two older children. She did look a lot like Clayton and looking at James, I can sort of tell what she’d look like now. I never expected Edward to be so forthcoming with me but he just opened up like a book. James had moved to sit closer to him and I think he was just as surprised as I was. These two had been wearing masks to cover who they were for over thirty years and with one conversation, they are ripped away. James looked at him and said softly…

    “I can’t believe you told him everything. For the most part, he’s a stranger. Why would you risk everything like this?”

    “He loves our boy. I’m guessing what you’re asking me is for my blessing”

    “I do but not just yours, both of you. You’re his parents, when I first met you I just knew, just like I knew I wanted Clayton to be my boy. I love him”

    “Your boy?”

    Shit, I didn’t mean to say that….

    “Well, yeah. I guess I shouldn’t have said that. That’s what I call him, my boy. Surely you’ve noticed what kind of boy you raised?”

    “He’s no boy, he’s a grown man”

    “Yes he is. He’s a man in most every since of the word, but then he’s this sweet shy boy and that speaks to me. He’s so submissive and a true pleaser if I’ve ever seen one. He’s a beautiful boy inside the body of a hot looking man. This isn’t a bad thing, it’s who he is”

    I don’t think his dad liked hearing me say that. The look on his face spoke loud and clear. James reached over and lay a hand on his arm making him look. 

    “Edward, you know it’s true, we’ve talked about it so many times. He’d move heaven and earth if he thought it’d make you happy. He worships the ground you walk on. He’s that way with any one of us, all he’s ever wanted was to make us happy but let’s face it, it’s mostly you he adores” he looked at me “even as a little boy, he’s looked at his daddy like he was a god. I almost think he’s had a sort of crush like fascination on Edward since junior high”

    “Oh my god, I’m his dad. He does not have a crush on me!”

    “I hate to be the one to tell you but he’s right. He was embarrassed to admit it but he does. He’s drawn to men like us, big personality, more powerfully built. He says in many ways I remind him of you”

    He looked a little shocked and then a little pleased. I’d picked up on it in the beginning and teased Clayton about it. One time I was laid back letting him fuck himself on my cock and he admitted he had fantasized about his dad fucking him. The more I talked about it the harder he fucked himself. It was hot as hell, my boy is a cock hungry little slut and I love it. We all talked a little longer and then James told us to get lost so he could finish cooking supper. Edward and I went out for a walk. He was really quite as we walked, finally I asked if I’d upset him, telling him about Clayton’s crush.

     “Yeah, I don’t know what to do with that. He’s my own flesh and blood, why would he feel like that?”

    “I’ve come to understand a few things about your boy. First off, he thinks you’re the greatest man in the world and he’d do anything to make you happy. Secondly, he’s a natural born submissive and by submitting to you, he’d be the happiest boy ever. He adores you”

    We’d headed out to the stables and were petting the horses. He’s quite again.

    “He’s so like James was when we first met only we were younger. Just as handsome, I thought he was the best looking guy I’d ever seen and then Clayton grew up to look just like him. ……. Can I ask a really personal question? (I nodded) what’s he doing down there with Preston? I know sexual tension when I see it but you don’t seem worried about it”

    “I don’t think you really want to know”

    He looked alarmed

    “He’s fine, he’s well taken care of and I know for a fact he’s having a good time”

    “What’s that supposed to mean?”

    “Preston is teaching him some things. He’s having a wonderful time”

    “I think you better tell me what’s going on”

    “Edward, he can’t take me…..”

    I made a sweep over my crotch to give a hint.

    “Jesus man! How big are you?”

    As soon as he said it, he regretted it and threw his hands up to stop me. 

    “Let’s just say it’s more than he can comfortably handle”

    He snapped his head around and glared at me, balling up his fists ready to strike. 

    “You mean to tell me you sent my boy down there to be opened up by that bastard? Are you fucking kidding me? What the hells wrong with you? Have you lost your mind?”

    “Preston’s not going to let anything happen to him. He likes him, a lot. He told me he wish he’d met him first. He’s as taken with Clayton as I am. We aren’t making him do anything, he chose to go. He was looking forward to it even”

    “I can’t believe you’re okay with all this. This is just wrong. What’s this going to do to him? It could really mess him up”

    “He’s fine. I talk to Preston every day and he texts me all the time with updates. Clayton’s having a wonderful time. He’s made some new friends and he’s learned some things about himself. Don’t worry, he’s not a little boy anymore. He’s a grown man with needs and desires. I didn’t come here to upset you, Edward, I came for your blessing. I didn’t have to but I wanted to because I love him and I care what he wants. When you were his age you were married with children and fucking your boyfriend at the same time. Don’t try to get all morel now because your son and I are into something you don’t get. And I’m pretty sure from your reaction a while ago, it’s crossed your mind what it would be like to fuck Clayton, you had a god damn hard on that couldn’t be missed”

    I started to turn and walk back to my vehicle when he stopped me….

    “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have jumped to judgment. It’s just, he’s my baby boy. I love that kid and I don’t want him hurt”

    “Well he not getting hurt he’s getting fucked and he loves it!” 

    I snapped 

    “Oh shit, I shouldn’t have said that”

    He looked like I punched him in the gut, he just stood there, frozen. 

    “I better go. I’ve caused enough trouble. I’m sorry”

    “Don’t go. Suppers about ready and James gonna whip my ass if I run you off. He really likes you, we both do. I wanted you for a son in law from the start. I have no right to say anything”

    “You have every right and I was wrong to yell that at you. I damned sure didn’t need to tell you all that ether”

    “Well, I know now. Gotta say, I’m a little, no a lot surprised. You want to have a relationship with him but you sent him down there to be used by another guy. Why? It just seems wrong”

    “You sure you want to hear this?”

    “I may regret it but yes, tell me”

    “I’d seen him before, I thought he was just a fantasy I’d never get to really meet”

    “What do you mean?”

    “He has an online site and he plays with toys while guys comment and watch. That day I came out here, I recognize him instantly. He’s so sexy in his little shows but the man I met charmed the hell out of me. He was so knowledgeable and professional about those horses and then he’d get all quiet and shy about everything else. I think I fell for him that first night we had dinner together and the next morning at breakfast with you and James, just made me want him more. Edward, he was very inexperienced and I’m, shall we say, a lot to take. If you know what I mean. I nearly hurt him that first time. The second, I made him cry but he wanted it so bad. Even after all this time, I’m still more than he can comfortably take and he try’s so hard to please me. That’s one of the things I love about him. He’s such a giving, kind, sweet boy in a handsome mans body and he just wants to make me happy. Just like he does you, he’d do anything just to make you smile. Edward, he loves you so much, he takes the term hero worship to a whole new level when it comes to you. That’s why he was willing to come back here after college to help you out. He thinks you’re the greatest human being in the world. He was going to live the life of a monk just to be near you”

    “I wondered about that. I’ve even talked to him about it and he’d just shut me down. He said he was happy and had everything he needed here with me and James. I was scared I was messing up his chances for a future but he wouldn’t hear it. Then he met you and he just bloomed”

    “Why didn’t you tell him you were gay? Don’t you think he and the other two should know who their daddy really is?”

    “I think we need to head back to the house, I’m sure he’s about ready for us. He needs to be a part of this conversation”

    We walked back to the house in silence, I couldn’t almost hear him thinking what he needed to say. As we walked in the kitchen, he crossed over to James, took him in his arms and kissed him. It surprised him, I don’t think they had ever had a public display of affection before and he kinda froze a little then slowly relaxed into Edward. It was a wonderful thing to witness and I’m glad to be the first to see it. We sat and ate, Edward gave him a thumb nails recap of our discussion. First thing out of his mouth was…

    “I knew he had a crush on you” and laughed. He looked at me, “We never came out to the kids because I was scared. Scared of a lot of things really. We were surrounded by red necks and small minded people out here but this is where we needed to be for the business. It could have all blown up in our faces if people found out. Then you have to remember Ben and Emily were just little and they just lost their momma. My sister was just a fantastic mother and they were just lost without her, we didn’t need to confuse the matter by trying to explain us to them. My parents helped out a lot and I wouldn’t be surprised if they’d figured it out but they never said a word and Edwards parents, well , he has some and his family money helped us get in the shape we’re in so for that I’m grateful. They were generous with the kids but thankfully we don’t have to deal with them much anymore now that the kids are grown. I don’t know what they know and I don’t give a shit ether. By the time the kids were all in school we were just accustomed to acting like we did around them. We each had our own bedrooms and I’d slip into his bed once they were all asleep. We had to get more creative as they got older but you do what you need to do to survive. When he figured out Clayton was gay, it was a real blow. He thought we had done something to make him gay. I swear, he read everything he could find on the subject. He even talked to a councilor in Dallas about it before anything was said to him. We celebrated with him as we pulled him out of the closet but we kept our own closet door firmly locked. I know we sound like hypocrites, our kids embraced him and nothing changed but we didn’t say a word about us. I didn’t want those kids to think bad of their dad. Let’s face it, what my crazy wonderful sister came up with was pretty unorthodox. I didn’t really think Clayton would care but his brother and sister could be devastated by it”

    “Wow, thirty something years is a long time to cover something like that up. I respect your decisions to do what you had to do. Just so you know, if you want to tell him, I’ll stand beside you but he’s not hearing any of this from me. It’s your story to tell, not mine. I respect you both too much to break that trust. Besides, my sweet boy hasn’t got a clue. He believes anything you tell him so careful what you say” I winked and grinned, breaking the tension in the room “I told Edward he worships the ground he walks on and James, he feels about the same for you”

    “Oh don’t worry, I know I play a distant second to his dad and that’s just fine with me. I love all those kids as if they were my own flesh and blood. That’s never going to change. What I want to know is why is our boy down at Preston’s doing god knows what”

    “Babe, he’s not the one doing it, he getting it done to him. It seems our boy is a little too tight to handle what Alex is packing. Sounds like you and Clay Boy have more in common than looking alike. That one loves some meat up his tail as well”

    “EDWARD!” He said in surprise 

    “Oh come on. We’ve just discussed the fact or boy is doing sex shows on line and is out getting his tail reamed out probably as we speak by Preston”

    “Well, more than just Preston. He’s nearly as big as me but it’s a group effort to train him right”

    “Jesus man how big is your cock?”

    “JAMES! Have you lost your mind?”

    “Look, if he’s so big that Clayton can’t handle it and it’s taking a group to open him up. I want to know. Are we looking at a freak of nature? Should we be calling the Guinness Book of World Records? Seriously, I wanna know”

    I’m laughing my ass off and Edward has gone from shock to laughter as well. James has this shit eating grin across his face and looking pretty pleased with himself. I just stood up and took my jeans down, flopping my big cock out on the kitchen table. I thought James was going to fall out of his chair and Edward nearly choked. 

    “That what you wanted to see?”

    I wasn’t even hard and I still had well over what most guys have hard as a rock. I’d been showing off my oversized meat since I was in junior high when it was discovered I was bigger than every kid in school. It became common knowledge in high school and well discussed. Several girls tried to get a look but I was only into showing the boys and seeing which ones wanted a closer look. I was gay and I didn’t care who knew it. By the time I was a sophomore, I was fucking the gymnastics coach pretty regularly. The guy was a fantastic lay, great muscle pussy and limber as hell. Several mornings a week, I’d meet him in his office before school started and breed his cunt. Sometimes he’d find ways to hook up with me during the day for another round. He ended up leaving teaching to do porn. Anyway, I’m standing there with my cock out and James reaches for it. He looks up at me then over at Edward. He didn’t seem to be upset so he asked me…

    “Ever fucked an old man before?”

    “You’re far from an old man. Think you can handle it?”

    “He’s been banging nine thick inches up my ass for over thirty year. I’m sure I can”

    “I’m a lot bigger than nine inches but if you want it, come on”

    Edward got up and we all headed to the bedroom. 

    “I take it this isn’t the first time you guys have played around”

    “Been driving down to Dallas every time we could get away when the kids got old enough not to need a sitter. Under the cover of doing business, we’d have a little fun on the side and pick up a third or more. I’m a total top but James likes it both ways so sometimes we find a power bottom to take on both of us. Sometimes we do other things but tonight I think my mans wanting fucked” he grinned. 

    It was amazing how like Clayton he was, just an older version but still a hot looking man. Sure enough he could take me, I started out slow after eating his ass out and it wasn’t long he was screaming to be fucked harder. This was no boy like Clayton, he was all man and he knew what he was doing. Edward indeed had a thick nine inches and he was fucking his face as I was pounding his hole. He could sure take a fuck, that’s for sure. He’s on his knees and I’m power fucking him from behind as I push his head into Edwards cock. He liked it rough, I was looking forward to fucking Clayton this way soon. It wasn’t long and I was slamming a load of cum deep in his guts as Edward pumped a load down his throat. I sure didn’t see this coming when I’d called earlier. The three of us lay back, recovering from the wild fuck. I spoke first…

    “Well I damn sure didn’t expect to be balls deep in my boyfriends uncles ass sharing him with his dad” we all laughed 

    “Truth be known, the first time I met you, I told Edward I was a little jealous of Clayton”

    “Yeah, he would’ve had me find a way to get you in our bed one way or another. God only knows what you think of us old homos. We don’t get many opportunities like this and to go after you is pretty awful on our part”

    “Call it even. I’ve had my friend gang banging your son so I can fuck him like I just did him” I nudged James in the side

    “Is he really?”

    “Yep, he’s already taken three groups since he got there and no telling how many one on ones he’s had. The kids a natural born submissive boy pussy. If you displayed your hard cock in front of him, he’d fuck himself on it just to make you happy. Preston told me this morning he craves cock and has started begging his guys to fuck him. He said his biggest cocked man would be cunting him today so he’d be ready for anything I can dish out. He’s not been hurt in any way, he’s just been learning how to open his pussy for a man. Preston said he’s been like a little kid on Christmas morning, he so happy”

    I ended up staying the night with them and we had a repeat preference the next morning. I’m really liking my future in law’s.

  • Mickey’s Load

    Mickey was snoring heavily. I took my chance and began to shower. Strands of his red bristle and dried clumps of his cum, washed out of me. His scent was still strong in the shower mist.

    My ass bore the scars of his invasion, it felt like he was still inside me. My shoulders ached from his brutal double arm bar. My mouth couldn’t shake the taste of his cum soaked jocks.

    At least most of his sweat was off me. I found a clean pair of his boxers , a pair of his sports socks and his Gymshark t shirt. Everything else was dirty.

    I was lacing up my trainers when I heard him cough. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, shaking his head. ‘I was ready to fuck you again but you ran off like a bitch’ . ‘Mickey you were snoring on my back, that stubby limp cock of yours wasn’t able to piss, let alone fuck me’. ‘ we will see about that later, thought you learned a lesson yesterday, how many times did I rip your ass apart last night?’ ‘Mickey leave all your bullshit for later, are you going to sit on your bed all day like a moaney little bitch.

    He just glared at me and walked out the door. ‘You fucking showered, did I say you could?’ . Mickey, your pubes are still cum stained and that sweat, maybe you need to clean up?. ‘Typical bitch boy, you think a bit of soap is going to save you? I filled you up last night, you should have respected that. Now I have to do it again, you need to learn that I make the rules now’.

    There was an aggressive edge to Mickey this morning, I could tell he would go full beast mode.

    ‘Youre one thick cunt, wearing my jocks, my socks, you’re really asking for it today. Get me food’. ‘Only because you made food and juice drinks, I’ll do that for you, but I’m not forgetting you used my phone to pay for everything else’. ‘ ‘I’ll be using it again when I’m standing on your face’. Mickey sat naked on a stool at his breakfast bar. His balls protruded over the front of the stool and his cock curved slightly upwards. He always looked erect, it was a testament to his mass. I couldn’t believe there was no sign of wear on his cock. Hours of ploughing into me and it looked perfect, primed.

    ‘ You’re having problems walking today, is your little ass aching? . ‘ I’m 100% Mickey, you did your best but it looks like you just splattered a bit of cum on your pubes there. Maybe you just had a little accident? I was waiting, listening to you panting away, expecting something, but honestly I had to think of Deano to cum’.

    ‘ You sick lying bastard, I had you good, double arm barred , gagged with my fucking jocks and you were pleading with with me to slow down. Don’t give me all that little bit of cum crap, there was so much inside you it made a slushing noise every time I banged you. You were lucky I flooded you or you would be sticking your finger up there today trying to put baby cream on your sores’.

    ‘ I don’t deny that you overpowered me or that your arm bar was painful, and the gagg was brutal. I just don’t think you’re dick is anything to bragg about’.

    Mickey didn’t like insults about his manhood: ‘Ive seen you, this lad here, look at it, at least twice as wide as yours and stronger too. You fucking know I damaged you’.

    Mickey’s cock was standing proud as he praised it’s prowess. ‘ You will see later, I won’t go easy on you this time’. I was going to go easy on you today as long as you were obedient. But now it’s no holds barred’ Mickey jumped off the bar stool, grabbed a dirty pair of jocks , socks and trainers and headed out to the gym.

    ‘ Get your ass out here so I can have you again and get my clothes off you’. ‘Get used to it Mickey, me having your stuff.

    We were facing of again on the mat. Micky crouched, looking for my ankles, I was too fast, he tried again and failed. The third time he dropped down, I caught him between my legs on the way back up.

    I had him in a reverse standing headscissors, he lifted me up , hoping to throw me off, I grabbed the pull up bar above us, raised my left leg up under his throat and my right in tight, to lock him in. He growled as I started to choke him.

    Mickey was trapped under me. This was my chance to weaken him. I used the pull up bar to raise myself up and pull him him with me. Mickey was stretched to his limit, on his toes, trying to stay awake. I wasn’t going to break our agreement and choke him out, but I was happy to drain his energy. I just had to last long enough on the pull up bar, for him to collapse.

    It didn’t take long his legs were shaking and he was whimpering. I worked it closely but carefully. I knew time was in my side. Mickey started to buckle. I controlled his descent, until I had him on the mat .

    He landed face down locked between my hamstrings, I grabbed him by the hair, pulled him up and planted his face deep into my arse. I crushed him into submission.

    I had him in a reverse face down headscissors. A cruel and humiliating lock, one that uses the body’s strongest muscles.

    ‘Whats it like Mickey submitting into your own jocks? Must be hard enough breathing in my arse but I’m wearing your jocks too. Maybe I’ll wank in them while I’m crushing you. How would you feel about that? Mickey couldn’t speak even if he tried too. His stubby nose and his mouth were pressing into my hole. I knew it drove him crazy when I taunted him, so I fucked with his head.

    ‘ I never knew you loved ass so much until you spent the night inside me yesterday. I showered today to get your smell out , so you could get the pure smell of me today. No point worshipping an ass that smells of yourself, is there Mickey? The longer you’re here the more you you will smell me and taste me. There’s so much I can do to you here. What do you think it would feel like, if I did push ups now?

    Powering into Mickey’s neck I started my set of push ups. Pulling him up and in deeper, with each rep. I stopped at 15. ‘ Your not counting Mickey, your supposed to be motivating me, cheering me on, I know it’s hard to speak, but I’ll take a groan for each rep.

    A routine was born, I’d do 30 push ups with Mickey groaning to count each one. Then I’d let him rest for a few minutes and do another 10 or 20. Enough to work my arms and upper body, without wasting energy. I had to keep my energy levels up. Being master is rewarding, but it means you work harder, to keep your opponent down.

    I was in peak form. Hard to believe I was trapped in desperation a few hours before. Now I had total control over Mickey. There was no more cocky comments or threats from him, just the odd whimper in my ass. For Mickey the experience was devastating. He was crushed into my arse, zapped of energy, breathing my sweat and gas. But this was how he had exhausted me just a day ago. I had learned from his technique. I remembered the devastation when he sat on me for hours, smothered under his body heat, struggling for clean air.

    Now it was his time for him to suffer the same fate. I realized too, how erotic it was, for both of us. Yes he was suffering, but he was turned on now, with the full knowledge of what he had subjected me to. So I kept it tight and worked him hard. I had to push him further, if I was going to own him.

    The next step was humiliating for him and sheer ecstacy for me. I wasn’t surprised when he agreed to pull down my (his) jocks and lick my hole. I knew it turned him on.

    He was surprised though, when I told him I’d be wanking off in those jocks, I’d stolen from him.

    Total domination: robbing his jocks, forcing him to lick my hole so that I would cum in his jocks. All loss for Mickey, all gain for me, pain for him, pleasure for me.

    Mickey couldn’t help himself though, he was so excited by his ordeal, he had to fuck the floor underneath him. Proof to me, he was starting to accept his role, as my bitch.

    I’d often put a coushin or football between my legs to wank off solo. It somehow intensified everything. That feeling of his neck there, was way more intense and Mickey had incredible tongue technique too. My pleasure was deep, he fired up zones of pleasure inside me until I came.

    Post cum release was a time of deep satisfaction, all the better with the feeling of his neck between my legs and his tongue inside me. Better still knowing I was wearing his jocks. I had to make sure I had tamed this stocky beast though. There was no room for pity or mercy. Mickey had been utterly ruthless with me.

    I had to be determined, demanding and confident. That was bad news for Mickey. I couldn’t let him settle for too long, I had to make sure his journey was arduous, unpredictable and tough. After another set of push ups, I was peaking and he was fading. That was the perfect moment to pull him up.

    Mickey was on his knees now. I was standing tall, grabbing the base of the pull up stand. Crossing my ankles and squeezing hard, he was locked hard into my ass. Pulling at the bars added pressure to the scissors. ‘aaah, yyy, szhh, submit..’ Mickey was desperate to submit. He could barely get the words out. I locked my legs around his neck into a rear figure four and completed 40 pull ups. Each one crushed him, giving him a split second to recover before the next.

    Then it was back down on the mat, with him licking me. All my communication now was physical. I applied the pressure, he submitted. I locked in, he groaned. I was teaching him a new language, a way to communicate with a master.

    This was the moment to subject him to a barrage of brutality. That meant scissoring him around the gym aggressively for forty minutes. I crushed every way I could, scissoring him into me, sideways, on his knees, standing, I rolled him and I twisted him.

    By the time I released him he was disoriented, unsteady and utterly submissive. Now Micky had to be split apart, spladeld, humiliated. It was easy to lock him into the spladle, he was so weak. But I never expected him to be so desperate.

    Mickey looked incredible: naked, muscular, hard, stretched apart, pinned on his shoulders, his manhood exposed to the sky. He was utterly defenceless against the punishment that awaited him, and yet it turned him on. His cock was desperate to unload, but he couldn’t touch it.

    If he wanted to ease his suffering he had to go beyond submission, swallow his pride, and plead for mercy. I wasn’t going to make that easy for him, not now when I was so close to finalizing is fate, as my bitch. Mickey would have to accept that his humility and submission and his acceptance of suffering, were the only pathways to relief.

    I couldn’t underestimate him though, or give him any chance to rebound. He more than a match for me physically. If he got the edge again, I would be the object of his revenge.

    So Mickey’s journey to subjection would have to go deeper. I started to pull him apart, his left and right legs stretched away from each other. ‘Aaaah, fuck aaagh I submit’. ‘Im hardly stretching you Mickey, you’re too tight, you can bend much further, but as you submitted, I’ll give you a few minutes to adjust’.

    ‘I can’t, you can’t stretch me anymore’. ‘Mickey you’re cock is rock hard, your loving this. Next time you go to the gym, do some stretching too, it will make easier for you when I splade you’.

    ‘Youre going much wider lad so stop bitching’. ‘aaaaah, no, aaagh, fuck’. ‘Were half way there Mickey, you should be thanking me for working on your flexibility. This time we’re going all the way, are you ready? ‘Youre going to fucking pay for this’. ‘Wrong answer Mickey. I had him stretched out as far as I could, without causing him damage. He shrieked, submitted and whimpered so I let him back an inch.

    ‘ No manners Mickey? I don’t hear thank you’ . I stretched him out again and in again and out again. The next hour and a half was dedicated to the spladle. I didn’t give him time to think, he was busy trying to manage his pain.

    I wasn’t just stretching, I was also spladling him around the floor, until I lined him up with the gym mirror. ‘Look at that Mickey, what a sight eh? Me in charge all powerful. You naked, trapped, your butt, balls and cock exposed. How does that make you feel?

    I forced him to watch his destruction, until he couldn’t take anymore and finally, I released the spladle.

    It was time to finish him off. Stripping off my t-shirt, I waited for him to get to his knees and then locked him, face into my armpit, with a standing guillotine choke.

    I dropped down on one knee and forced it into his back, stretching him backward over my upper thigh. He was struggling to breathe. ‘ Lick if you want to breathe Mickey’. He obeyed and submitted. He was smothered under my armpit and stretched out in agony. I worked the guillotine on him until he was at breaking point again. ‘ fuck..mercy.. please..I submit’. It was time for him to face his worst fears. I stripped off my jocks and socks. Dragged him over to his weights bench and forced him on it, face down.

    Sitting on his ass I: (1) Bent his right, then left arm, up behind his back, (2) Grabbed one of my white ankle socks off the floor and stuffed my cock into it. (3) Rammed my cock into his ass (4) Lifted him up by the chin into a camel clutch.

    ‘No aaah fuck no not the camel’ Mickey was devastated, this was what he threatened to do to me, and now he was the victim. ‘ How does it feel to have a proper cock inside you Mickey, not a stubby one like yours but a man’s cock. I doubt you’re little ass is big enough to fit this in?

    I could see why Mickey loved this position. The harder I fucked him, the more I pulled back on his chin and forced submission.

    This was the ultimate victory for me. The first time I was in his ass, dominating. It felt good. He was tight but breaking him was errotic. Mickey was in heaven and hell. Moaning with pleasure as I explored every inch of his ass, whimpering in pain from the camel clutch. His cum spurted upward as I pulled him back by the chin. It covered his eyes and my hands.

    The harder I fucked him and clutched him, the harder he came. I was determined to drain him. It took much longer than I had thought, Mickey was a fit bastard with incredible endurance. I admired his ability to take me and suffer, as long as he did. Finally he cried out ‘im done, I’ can’t take anymore’ . That’s the moment I was waiting for. I had been holding my load until he was empty, as a symbol of my superiority.

    He shivered as my cum flooded into the sock and leaked out into his ass. ‘aah fuck man, that feels good, fucking amazing’. His aggression was gone, he flopped down into the bench and pleaded with me to fuck him again. I pulled out of him and stuffed the cum soaked sock into his mouth. He didn’t resist. ‘ How does it feel to taste my cum and your ass Mickey, how does it feel to be fucked by your master?’ ‘Good, fucking good’ ‘ Ready to go to your bed so I can fuck you properly Mickey?’ Yeah, god yeah.

    He was totally submissive, I didn’t have to tell him to lie flat down on his bed, he spread his cheeks apart willingly and put the sock gagg back in. ‘Youv’e earned a good fuck Mickey’.

    He was under me, my thighs entangled his, the hair on our legs matted together. My feet wrapped around his ankles. I was inside him. It felt warm and solid. Mickey sighed with pleasure. His physique was incredible. Solid, strong, heavy, muscular. I licked every muscle I could reach: his forearms, triceps, biceps, delts, traps, side obliques and back. I licked them over and over until my tongue knew every inch.

    My tongue lashed his pits. He tasted salty, sweet and nutty. I drank his sweat. I licked his face and nose, his eyes , I sucked his hair. My cock travelled through every molecule of his ass, stopping to stimulate his zones of pleasure and nourish him.He throbbed with desire, his pulse raced.

    He wanted it deeper so I stood up and grabbed his bedhead and ploughed into him. I couldn’t have been any harder or further inside him. I was almost carrying his weight on my cock. ‘ Fuck youre a legend, youre the King, fuck. Fuck me in the shower’ . Stay inside me, make me crawl to the shower and fuck me there’. That was music to my ears, I straddled him all the way to the shower and hit the cold water over him. He reacted with shock at the cold and deep pleasure to the cock inside him.

    ‘ Face fuck me’ Mickey’s need for domination was intense. I switched on the warm water, pushed him down on his knees in the shower and destroyed his mouth. He sucked hard, as though he needed my cum to survive. I shot a mega load down into his skull and then spat in his face. ‘ Again do it again’ I don’t know why I spat at Mickey , but he loved it. I realized there was no limit to his sexual desire. I had to set the rules for him.

    ‘Bend over Mickey, I’m going to stick my cock back in, I’m going to ride you back to your bed, you’re going to put the jocks back in you’re mouth and I’m going to fuck until you can’t take anymore’ ‘ yes yes ..ahh fuck’ It was hard to keep up with his sexual desires. By 7am he was out, asleep, limp. It had taken that long to satisfy him.

    My weekend was over, in just an hour his mother would be home. I hated pulling out of him but I had no choice. At least I knew his ass was mine now.

    Three days later, I saw him out jogging with Deano. Mickey was wearing those under armour rugby shorts. I was sure it was just to show off his thigh muscles. These weren’t jogging shorts. Deano was friendly and impossibly sexy. God the lad made me hard. Mickey was edgy. He stared at me aggressively. I was surprised, my bitch was challenging me again? Maybe not maybe it was just a show for Deano.

    I was wrong, Deano wanted to finish the run but Mickey said his ankle ached. Deano jogged away, Mickey turned to me and said ‘You left something in my house, come I’ll get if for you’.

    What the hell I thought, if this little prick wants trouble I’m happy to cream him?

    ‘Hang there outside, I’ll get if for you’. I waited outside his house. Mickey returned with a package. ‘take that you will know what to do with it’.

    He slammed the door and I jogged home confused. I forgot about the package until my shower was finished.

    Naked in front of my bedroom mirror, I felt confident and cocky. I liked what I saw. I was proud of my physique.

    On my bed I noticed Mickey’s package. I opened the bag, inside a pair of freshly cum stained jocks.

    My cock hardened immediately. I stuffed his jocks in my mouth. It felt like heaven. I spent the rest of the day wanking to his smell.

  • Asylum

    It began. Innocently. An email from the Town asking if there were any homes willing to take in young – 20s – refugees who have found asylum in the United States – from Afghanistan. Especially single men. Good English.

    My wife and I talked about it. We have a spare bedroom now that the kids were gone. While she still travelled for work, I did not, so there was always going to be one of us at home. Why not. And hadn’t we supported the Afghan War way back when? Didn’t we owe something to the young people who had been and would be fleeing for safety when the Taliban came back? We did.

    We wanted to help. It would only before a few weeks of months until they got settled.

    We applied.

    We were interviewed.

    We were accepted in the program.

    We were to wait to get “candidates”.

    We did. I thought I wanted a woman. Remember that incredibly beautiful Afghan girl who had been on a cover of the National Geographic? I wanted some like that. The wife vetoed any women. Not that I had every been unfaithful. Just because it would not look good. And I agreed it would not.

    A young make. Professional. That would be OK. I had no choice. I agreed. We waited.

    Then the email with attached photo and bio. Ahmed. 25. Dark hair. Handsome. Did, I say handsome? Some thing stirred in me. Ahmed? Yes. He had been a translator for the Marines. Did I say handsome? That stirring. It was not concern that the wife would be attracted. How sworn off sex she was. No. Not a worry there. The stirring. She did not know. Did not know my more than academic interest in men. She did not know that I had discovered – and that was ten years ago – that what I wanted was sex with men. Despite being married. Despite two kids. I had found out I was gay. Fuck. Homosexual.

    And I had not left it theoretical.

    And Ahmed. Did he have that look in his eye? I hoped so. And he had spent a lot of time with American men… true, soldiers, but… men… I had to give up that thought.

    We waited. He came.

    More handsome in the flesh – well dressed. Two suitcases. Polite. Happy ot be with us. We were happy he was here. We worked through the process of getting to know each other.

    It was easier than I thought. Perhaps it was the time spent with American soldiers, male and female. And certainly, it was because his English was so very good. Though he had an easier time talking with me, than with the wife. But then free interaction with women is not easy for many Muslim men. And I respected that. It was no so easy for me. It never had been. I was surprised I got married, and not because I was gay, just because I did not have the right social skills, like Ahmed. But we got along. I liked that. So did he.

    He arrived in June, so we had the summer to enjoy. Unlike the wife, I was retired. So, I had the free time. And Ahmed was free while we worked together to find him work. The good news was that he could work. The State Department had made that possible. But I did not want him taking some crap job. It ought to be something better fitted to what we could do. And we had pledged to support him. I was happy to do that. Even if all we had was a “correct” relationship.

    But it became clear to me, very early, that “correct” was not what I wanted. But I would have to see. And what did Ahmed want? Safety, a future, of course. We all want that. I would have to get to know him. Get him to talk. Just wait and see.

    Wait and see. And help him get a job so he could get on his feet, start a new life in America. Be independent.

    I was happy to help.

    So, two concurrent activities: sending our resumes and job interviews, and spending time together so Ahmed could get to know the area.

    O.K. I am 62. 5’ 10” 180 – O.K. not an Adonis. But not a troll. Ahmed. 25. 5’9” Around 150. Trim beard. In shorts – a hot ass. The first time we went swimming – I saw – not hairy, toned (as I learned – from being with a Marine company as a translator), with what was an enticing bulge in his swimming trunks. Having spent so much time with Americans, he was comfortable here, and not shy. Maybe the time with all those Marines had really loosened him up, Americanized him. As I learned it had also freed him from the tight embrace of a culture hostile to homosexuality.

    So how had that topic come up?

    I had retired at 60 because I had made a good living. Good enough to make work optional. Good enough to afford a nice house on five acres of land in Eastern Connecticut. Good enough to have a pool. Private enough to be swim suit optional.

    Ahmed and I were home with no wife. She still liked to work. It was a work day for here at the library. Ahmed had no interviews. We did not have to be one the road.

    It was the first day like this since he had gotten here that was also warm, and sunny, so we could use the pool. If it had been me alone, I would have been nude, starting an overall tan I like to get. Had the wife been home? She did not approve of nudity. We were never nude together anymore. Even slept in separate bedrooms. We had not had sex in a long time. My porn watching had, over the years, shifted from hetero- to bi-sexual… now gay only. I loved it. Cocks fascinated me now, and asses, and being fucked and fisted. And I had had enough real-time experience to know that I wanted sex with men now. The problem was how to get it in rural Eastern Connecticut.

    She was off to work at 11 and not back until 4. We had the house to ourselves. I suggested we take advantage of the day. Sit around the pool. Have lunch outdoors. Enjoy some beer. Grab some rays. I told Ahmed my plans. Be pool side at 11:15. I would back from the errands I had to run – groceries, package store, post office, hardware store. Since she worked, I did the errands. No problem. I set out at 9:30 – a quick, perfunctory kiss. A quick, “Have a nice day. Happy shopping,” from her. From me, “Enjoy work, let me know if you will be running late or home early so, I can have supper ready.” I made the meals. From her, “I hope Ahmed is OK. He deserves a quiet day.” “He does.” “Bye. “Bye.” I was off. I looked forward to pool time.

    I was home at 11:15. Her car was gone. I set down the groceries, the mail, the stiff from the hardware store. I would check on Ahmed. I had some frozen stuff, so I knew I would have to come back in to put it away. And to change for the pool. I took of my shirt. Took two beers from the fridge and stepped out on the deck of the pool. He was there. I was in for a surprise. He was nude.

    He was face down on one of our chaises. Hot, Hot, Hot. Nude. But I have written that. He made no effort to cover himself when I said, “Hey, Ahmed.”

    “Hi, Bob.”

    I brought over the beers. Sat on the chaise next to him. He looked up at me, then turned over. He took the beer. My eyes had a feast. Maybe my hand shook a bit as I clinked my bottle with his.

    “Oh,” he said. “I learned about nude sunbathing with some of my Marine buddies. The only way to go.”

    “Oh, you’re right.”

    “Get naked, Bob.”

    “First let me put away the groceries. When I come out, I’ll bring more beer and some snacks. Back in a few.”

    I got up. Fuck, my cock liked what I saw. I like what I saw. I went in. How to prepare? I had gone through this in my mind as I walked back in.

    Put the groceries away. Put some ice in the small cooler. Put some beer in the cooler. Get the snacks ready – salty. Then — clean out your ass. Just in case. Why not. Be clean. And get the lube out, and the poppers. Put them in a discrete carrying case – with the sunscreen. Put a condom or two in the bag.

    Groceries away, beer and snacks in hand. Ass clean. Out to the pool. Nude. Carrying my towel and suit. I knew I would need the towel. Maybe the suit. And extra towels. Always good to have extra. To lie on. There were pillows on the chaises.

    “Hey, Bob. That took a bit.”

    “A lot to put away and get ready.”

    He was on his front again. That ass. So hot.

    He rolled over while I was just sitting down. His cock was hard. Incredible. Thick. 6”. Hard.

    “Yes. Glad you are here.”

    Did he see my reaction? My cock? “Yes. Glad you are here.”

    “Comfortable being nude?”

    “Yes.”

    With me?”

    “Yes.”

    “You can see how I feel about it.”

    “Yes.”

    “I see you may be feeling the same.”

    I must have been blushing. My cock was rising. All I could say is, “Yes.”

    Then, “Let’s talk.”

    Ahmed said, “Yes,” and then leaned forward to take me cock in his mouth. I felt a sudden rush. He broke off before it was too late to stop my orgasm.

    “Bob. I think you soon realized I might be gay. Well, I am. And I sensed, even though you are married, that you were interested. Was I right?”

    “Yes.”

    He straddled the chaise he was sitting on.

    “Bob, sit in front of me, so we can see each other.”

    I did.

    We took our beers. Finished them. Then grabbed for two more. Our cocks were straining. Then, Ahmed took mine in his hands. I took his in mine. It was an electric moment.

    “Bob, I realized I was gay when I made the connection with the Marines. Two of them, Kevin and Frank, well they were the ones who brought me out. They taught me how to make love to men. To suck cock. To fuck. To fist. We are three together. They were the intelligence officers so sharing a billet was not hard. We were in separable. How many times I bred their man pussies as they called them. How often they sucked my cock and together we snowballed my loads. Then they got called back. My sexuality had to go underground. Now I am here. Here. With you. A beautiful older man who so reminds me of Kevin, a bit older than he was, but you are so desirable. I waned you from the moment arrived. I had hoped that even though I was coming to a host family, that the man would, at least, be bi.”

    As he reached that point, I leaned forward to kiss him. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. He responded. WE started to make out like two teens, going side-by-side. Mouths and tongues busy. Hands busy. His body was so delicious. I broke off to kiss and suck his nipples, to lick the sweat off his chest. I wanted this man. He wanted me.

    “Oh, Ahmed…”

    “Yes, Bob.”

    We broke apart to catch our breath, to drink more beer. Our hands touched. That electricity. This was real.

    “Ahmed. Should we talk? Do we want this? Are you doing it because we are helping you? You are so handsome? I… I …” The words just tumbled out.

    “Yes, talk. Yes, we want this. No, not because you are helping me, but of course you are. You are handsome too. Yes. Let’s. Just let go. Now. Under the sun. Now.”

    “Bob, kneel for me in the chaise.”

    I did. He stood behind me. He looked in the bag I had brought. Saw the lube. Saw in the poppers. He gave me the poppers. He knelt down. Began to caress me ass, taking each cheek into his strong hands. He parted them to get to my hole.

    “Nice.”

    He started to rim my hole. His tongue circling it, probing it. It felt so good. He was the first person ever to do that. So forbidden, so right.

    “Yes, Ahmed.”

    He pulled away. I looked back to see him lube his cock. He put more lube on his fingers and started to probe my hole, probe like a man probed a pussy. Yes, this is my pussy. Yes, I am going to be fucked by this man. This man. Ahmed.

    “I am going to fuck you, Bob.”

    “Please.”

    “I am going to fuck you raw. No condom. You know that. I saw them in the bag. But no condom for me. The boys taught me to fuck raw. They wanted to breed them. I will breed you.”

    “Yes. Breed me. I want your cum in me.”

    “No questions asked?”

    “Ahmed, no questions asked.”

    And so I felt his cock head start pushing on my hole, steady pressure, loving pressure. Then. In. Balls deep. He stopped. Then slow thrusting. In me. Yes. Fucking me. I took the poppers. I wanted that extra rush. I opened the cap. The open bottle to each nostril. Huff. Hold. Fuck, his fucking me. The poppers expanding my mind, loosening my hole.

    “Bob, I could feel your cunt opening for me. Sweet. It is my cunt now. You are my bitch now. Bob.”

    “Yes. Your bitch. Breed me.”

    He did. Our bodies were glistening with sweat, dripping. He turned my on my back.

    “I want to look in your eyes when I cum in you.”

    He fucked me. More lube. More poppers for me. He took the bottle. Poppers for him. We started to fuck like wild men. His cock seemed to go deeper in me. Then. Then his lips on mine. His tongue fucking me mouth as his cock fucked my ass. Then the shudder as he started to cum in me. Fuck. Cumming in me. Finally, the last shudder. The last thrust. He lay on me. We kissed. Our bodies wet. Finally his cock started to go soft, fell out of my cunt. He got up to capture the cum and ass juices, coming back to me so we could kiss and snowball. Then, then…

    “I think I love you Ahmed.”

    “Bob, I have strong feelings for you.”

    We kissed, Our bodies wet.

    “Time for lunch.”

    We stayed nude.

    This was just the beginning.

    PART TWO

    Funny to be eating lunch together, at the table, under the umbrella, by the pool. Nude. Funny that for so long I had wanted to do just this with my wife. Only a dream. Even after she had lost interest in sex, I did want to be nude with her, and just maybe, just maybe. But that did not happen. This did. Ahmed and me. He had fucked me. Made love. Two men. In the afterglow of sex. Beer, lunch, nude. And we had a few more hours free. And how man hours more? We his sponsors. He would settle in, but not here, but on his own, some place else in the United States. And then, make a life for himself. Mine would go on here. But I did not want to think about that. I knew I had to start thinking in hours available, in time stolen for love making, touching…

    We drank, We ate. We talked. We told each other more about our lives, where we cam from, what we had dreamt and still dreamed of, of our desires in this moment. He was hard. I was hard. My hole still dripped. Good. I when I got up I saw the puddle of cum and ass juices I had felt sitting down. I wiped them up with my hand, put the hand to my mouth. Ahmed saw what I was doing.

    “Please share them with me.”

    I walked over to him. I brought the hand so we could both lick it. We did. Then we kissed. Me standing. Him sitting. We broke the kiss and Ahmed took my cock in his mouth. His tongue circled me cock head. I was swooning it felt so good. His hands were on my ass, a finger started to probe my hole. He took over my cock. Taking me deep, then just playing with my cock head with his lips and tongue. I had never gotten blown like this. This was so good, almost too intense.

    “I want you load, Bob.”

    “You are going to get it.

    As he sucked my cock, he added fingers to my hole. He had three in me. I could feel him working to add a fourth. He broke off sucking me. Got up to get the lube. Got back on my cock.

    “Damn that is good, Ahmed”

    As he took care of my cock, somehow knowing how the edge me, he worked my hole. The three fingers, not the fourth. Damn that was good. I felt the stretch. The poppers were at hand. I took them, uncapped them, took two big huffs, I felt the effect in my hole. The fourth was working its way in. Dam I wanted it. I felt myself pushing back, working with Ahmed’s hand. I wanted him to fuck my hole, fuck me hole so open, with his hand. He broke off my cock.

    “You like my fingers in your pussy?”

    “I do. I do.”

    “More?”

    “Yes.”

    “My whole hand, my fist?”

    “Yes.”

    “Ever take a fist?”

    “No.”

    “Want it?”

    “Yes. Yours.”

    “You are my bitch. More than giving me your load?

    “No, both.”

    “If only one?”

    “Your fist. Take my hole. I am your bitch.”

    “The back to the chaise. On your knees. Damn, you know I want you hole.”

    I mounted the chaise. I had seen fisting videos. I was so hungry to feel it, make it happen. I displayed my hole like a pig in heat. I was a pig in heat. I had brought the poppers over. While Ahmed began to lube his hands, fuck, he put his cock in my pussy. Damn. He fucked while lubing his hands. He pulled out, then used his cock to lube my hole. I was in lust. And I began to inhale poppers. To get fucked up. To get ready.

    “Do those poppers, Bob. And get ready.”

    He pulled out his cock. He began more direct lubing of my hole. Then I felt a cone of four fingers begin to work me open.”

    “Yes. Ahmed. Yes.”

    “Yes. Bob. Bitch. Baby. Your hole feels so good to me. So good. This is so right. Thank you.”

    “It is.”

    “I will fist you, love.”

    “Please.”

    “Now, more poppers. One day soon you will try it using a gas mask for hands-free, intense enjoyment.”

    “Yes.”

    “And maybe more. There was more in Afghanistan. More. That made this sex so amazing.”

    “Yes.”

    All the while his hands was working me open, working my hole, making my ass lips puff, and the poppers were working, yes working, yes I felt my hole relax, I saw that pulsing red spot in my mind’s eye, was it my hole? It so seemed like it. This was so good, so real. Here. Poolside. Would we hear if someone came? Did I care? I was overcome with list. With his hand working my ass. His other hand roaming my back, on my cock, his leaning forward and pulling back my head to kiss.

    “Bob, you are so ready for this, so ready, I have never felt a hole like yours be so welcoming, eager for my fist. I will not stop until I am in you.”

    “Please don’t.”

    “Even if I hear someone coming. Never will I stop. I am falling in lust, in love with you. My bitch. Take me.”

    “Yes, fist me.”

    “I will. Poppers. More. Get crazy. You have enough. Let me wet this towel.”

    He did. He handed it to me.

    “Breathe.”

    I did. Another wave washed over me. Crazy with poppers. I pushed back. I felt myself joining in the fist fucking. Want more, more, wanting it in me. Deep. Fully. Wanting to feel my cunt close on his wrist. Suddenly. In. Suddenly. My hole closed on his wrist. He stopped. Leaned forward. We kissed.

    “In.”

    “Yes. Now fisting.”

    “Please.”

    Was there some pain? Yes. But more a kind of crazy ecstasy. I was impaled on another man’s fist. No woman would do this. But this god-like man was doing it. The man who had just fucked me. Bred me. His seed was in me. We were here. By my pool. Open to the sun. Open to the gaze of anyone who came without announcement. What would they see. Two men. Nude. One fisting the other. Yes. Ahmed. Me. Us. I like that. Yes.

    “You like it Bob?”

    “Yes. I do.”

    “Let me see if you like it when I rotate my hand in your ass.”

    He did.

    “Incredible”

    One way. The other. Then in. Then out. Then thrusting almost out. Then in. His hand always clenched.

    “You love this don’t you, bitch?”

    “I do.”

    “My two Marines did. I will get you to being punch fucked. Taking both my fists. Being my total bitch bottom. They were. I loved them. Damn Taliban. Both dead. You are my live lover, bitch, pig.”

    “Yes. Yours.”

    What else could at that moment with his fist in my ass? What else would I want to be?

    How long was in my hole? I had not looked at the clock when e starting to play after lunch. But it was pushing 3.

    “Time to stop, Ahmed. We have to clean up. “

    “Not time to be caught. I agree. One day. You will want it.”

    “I know.”

    He pulled his clenched fist from my hole. So loose. Before be broke he fucked me again. Then gave me his cock to clean off in my mouth. Then we kissed.

    We went in. Showered together in the poolside shower.

    “Ahmed. I am amazed.”

    “At what?”

    “At what we did.”

    “It was so good. I hoped this would happen right when I met you.”

    “You did?”

    “Yes.”

    “Well, me too.”

    He kissed me. We got dressed. Tidied up the pool. The kitchen. Managed to get some things done outside to look like we had not just been lazing all day. I got things out for supper. Ahmed helped. We wanted to be nude. We weren’t. Dressed in shorts and tee shirts.

    We had just kissed again when I heard a car on the driveway. She was home. We separated. He went to his room. I bustled about the kitchen. Got a bottle of cold white wine out – her favorite. She came in.

    “Hi, honey.”

    “Good day at work?”

    “Yes. Here?”

    “Yes. Quiet. Some yard work, lunch by the pool. Getting ready for supper now. Burgers, O.K.?”

    “Sounds good. Wish I had been here. What a day to be by the pool. Tomorrow looks good for that,”

    “Wish you had been.” I did not. Not all. I wish she would be away tomorrow, and maybe the tomorrow after that. I wanted to be with Ahmed. Go places with him. Be with him. I sensed he wanted the same thing. We would see. We would take advantage of what we could.

    Ahmed walked in. Smiled at me. Then at her.

    “Hello. Hope you had a good day.”

    “I did. Hope yours was good.”

    “It was. What a day to celebrate being here with you in Connecticut. Great talk. But now you are home.”

  • Trip to Italy

    Shortly after graduating from film school, my friend Georgio moved back to Italy because his student visa expired. Many times he told me he wanted me to check out Italy, and that he would tour me around and all that stuff. But since he was going to be stuck back home for a while waiting on paperwork to get back to the US, I decided to take him up on his offer.

    I had never traveled outside of the US before, so I was really excited. We planed it all out, a few days in the city of Bari and then a few days at his family Trullo in the country.

    When I arrived, we hit the ground running. I checked into a hotel a few blocks from the condo he was staying at. I would’ve stayed in the condo, but it was small and his mother lived there too. He introduced me to a friend of his, Paulo. They had known each other since they were small children. It was fun watching them joke around, Paulo was incredibly funny. Unlike Georgio, Paulo was closer to my height around 5’9”, he was skinny like me but he had the longer thick Italian hair that kept falling into his model-like face.

    I didn’t see Paulo again until the weekend. We went out to a few bars in downtown Bari. Georgio brought this girl with us that he was trying to hook up with. She was a lot of fun. The more we drank the more she directed the conversation to sex. She asked us all about our first times, condom practices, and even if we had tried same-sex sex. I was a bit tipsy and since she admitted to having had sex with a woman, I admitted to trying sex with a man. I didn’t mention that I had tried it more than once, mostly because Georgio was very surprised by this information and I figured I’d just leave it alone.

    We went to two more bars before I noticed Georgio and his lady were getting touchy with each other. So I decided to bounce to let him seal the deal.

    “Man, I’m wiped, I’m going to head back to the hotel,” I told them.

    “Oh ok, I will walk you back,” Geo said, being a good friend.

    “Nah, you stay, enjoy your night,” I gave him a look that he picked up on.

    “I’ll walk you back, I have an early day anyway,” Paulo insisted.

    He and I walked the ten minutes back to my hotel. I told him I wasn’t really tired, just wanted to give Geo the chance to get laid. Paulo laughed and told me he didn’t have an early day tomorrow and was doing the same thing.

    “You want to chill in the pool at my hotel?” I asked, hoping to keep the party going.

    “Fuck yeah,” he said.

    We ducked into a sketchy corner store where Paulo seemed to know the owner. I got some whiskey and Paulo disappeared while I was paying. He reappeared outside, smoking a cigarette. When we got into my hotel room, he told me he purchased us some weed from the guy at the store.

    “Awesome, let me change into my swimsuit and we can smoke by the pool, it’s a rooftop pool,” I told him. “Do you need to borrow a suit?” I asked.

    “No, I’ll swim in these,” he pulled up the waistband of his underwear out of his shorts and laughed.

    “Cool,” I said, grabbing my swim trunks and heading into the bathroom to change.

    On the roof, the pool was empty and glowing. It must have been 100 degrees out so I was ready to hop in. I grabbed us some towels and turned around to see Paulo pulling off his shirt, showing his cut abs and nicely defined shoulders. As I was walking up to him, he dropped his shorts, revealing a pair of bright green sport-briefs from a brand I don’t recognize.

    I handed him a towel and he set it up on one of the lounge chairs. Then he sat down and started to roll a joint. I tried not to stare at his package, but I was tipsy and had not had sex with a guy in well over a year. My hormones started to get the better of me, so I dove into the pool to prevent a situation where I was hard and staring at this hot Italian guy.

    “Oh wow, this water is bath-warm,” I said, pushing my wet hair back.

    Paulo, sat at the edge of the pool, putting his legs in the water, and lit the joint. He took a long drag and then held it out for me to take. I slowly moved to the edge, flicked my hands to try and dry them before taking the joint. When I got to him, I just tilted my head and took a drag while he held it for me.

    Paulo just smiled at me, then took a hit off the joint. He slipped into the pool slowly, keeping the joint dry and brought it back to my lips so I could get some more. We passed it back and forth a few times, him holding it and me sucking it from his hands. It was the most erotic moment I had with a guy in a long time. I could feel myself getting hard. I quickly took my last long hit and then started to swim away so he wouldn’t see my hard dick.

    Paulo finished the joint and then swam around with me for a few minutes. Just casual swimming, then I watched as he floated on top of the water on his back. His face, chest, feet, and package were the only parts of him above the waterline. My eyes zeroed in on his package. The wet green fabric clung to his cock and balls, the skin darkening the fabric leaving very little to the imagination.

    “Do you have the whiskey?” he asked me, still floating.

    “Oh yeah, it’s with my towel,” I pointed.

    He turned upright, feet on the ground, nodded, and with just his arms, lifted himself out of the pool in slow motion. The water cascading down his sexy back, his soaked briefs clinging to his skin like they were painted on. He walked the three steps to my towel and bent over, pulled out the whiskey, and opened the bottle. I watched as he took a swig and swallowed it like it was water.

    “It’s good,” he said and started to walk towards me to hand me the bottle. His dick was visible through his wet briefs, swinging as he walked. He sat on the edge of the pool again, legs in the water, and held the bottle out for me.

    I swam over, took the bottle, and took a swig. Handing it back to him my eyes fixated on how big his dick looked through his wet underwear. It might have been in my head, but I’m nearly certain he spread his legs knowing I was looking.

    Unsure of what the protocol was here, I just decided to not make a move. I dove under the water and swam until I couldn’t hold my breath anymore. As I surfaced I heard him dive in. I wiped the water from my face and felt him pull me under the water. We wrestled a little and I eventually got away laughing. I made my way to the shallow end and sat on one of the steps, the water still above my legs and kissing my balls with every splash.

    Paulo swam over to me, sat next to me, and again spread his legs a little. I’m not sure when he grabbed it, but he produced the bottle of whiskey and took another swig, and again passed it to me.

    “I always wondered if Geo was bisexual,” Paulo said, out of nowhere.

    Nearly spitting out the whiskey, I laughed, “I don’t think he is.”

    “You two never hooked up?” he asked.

    “Nah, why did you?” I asked.

    Paulo laughed, “not exactly,” he said and took another swig.

    I felt my dick twitch, “what does that mean,” I pressed with a grin.

    He laughed again, “oh…no, never mind,” he tried to pull the pin and not throw the grenade.

    “Oh no, you can’t start that thought and not finish it,” I laughed.

    He got a little shy, taking a long dramatic pause before he started again. “Well, when we were younger, before we had girlfriends, we used to do this thing…” he trailed off.

    I didn’t say anything, I didn’t want to scare him out of going down this memory lane.

    “You know, when we were horny and discovering ourselves,” he continued.

    “What, like jerk off together?” I asked.

    “No, no, we did a thing like…” he was starting to struggle to find the English words to finish his thought and started to gesture what looked like he was holding the hips of his friend and fucking him from behind.

    I laughed, “you had sex?”

    “No, no, we had our clothes on,” he told me with a laugh.

    “So, you just dry-humped?” I asked, confused.

    That didn’t seem to translate for him, he looked at me with a confused grin.

    “No, come here,” he said grabbing my arm and trying to pull me up while he stayed seated.

    I laughed and stood out of the water, my wet bulge clearly visible, but at this point, I was not giving a fuck and just having fun. Standing with my slightly bulging shorts in his face, he told me, “turn.” So I turned to show him my ass. He grabbed my leg and had me step over him and I realized he wanted me to straddle him.

    I laughed, “Oh, I think I get it,” and moved down a step so I could lower my ass down onto his lap.

    As soon as my ass landed in his lap I heard him let out a small gasp. I felt the semi-soft length of his dick sausaged between my cheeks and our clothes, involuntarily I clenched my cheeks which pulled another soft moan out of him.

    In a softer tone, I asked, “like this?”

    He put his hands on my hips and spread his legs a little more so his hardening bulge pressed more into me.

    He whispered, “si, and then we rock.”

    I started to flex my ass around his obviously bigger dick, slowly rocking my hips, feeling my heart beating so fast and hard, I let out a soft moan.

    “Yes, like that,” he said softly, grinding into me.

    It felt good, the heat coming off his lap was making my blood boil. My dick was rock hard and I could feel he was too. He started tugging on my trunks so I quickly stood and dropped them to my ankles then right back down onto his now hard bulge. He kept grinding, feeling my ass cheeks with his hands and flexing his dick with every thrust.

    I felt his hands pulling down the front of his wet briefs and his cock sprang free, audibly smacking my bare ass. We resumed grinding, him pulling me harder into his now fully hard 8 in uncut cock with every thrust.

    He let out a soft moan and then we heard the door open and close around the corner. I quickly slipped into the pool, getting waist-deep in the water, resting my folded arms on the edge of the pool trying to look like I was just chillen and not hiding my nude erection. Paulo quickly swam to the deep end and held himself up from the edge as we watched a hotel worker restock the towels.

    The hotel worker didn’t say anything or even look at us and went back inside. No sooner did the door close and I felt Paulo’s body heat behind me again. Standing behind me, he put his hands around my waist and pressed his hard dick between my cheeks again. Now at an angle where he poked my hole with the head of his dick. I let out another moan.

    He held my swim trunks out in front of me with one hand and used the other to wrap around my waist, pulling me tight into his dick.

    “Do you want these?” he asked, giving me the option to get dressed.

    I said nothing as he dropped them on the edge of the pool in front of me. Paulo started grinding so hard he was lifting me out of the water with each upthrust. With each thrust, we shifted more and more into the shallow end until my ass was completely out of the water. I let my head fall back so I was cheek to cheek with him, his heavy breathing right into my ear. I let out a soft moan, meeting his thrusts.

    I reached around, pulling his firm ass into me, “did you guys ever do it like this?” I asked.

    “Once or twice,” he laughed, his uncut cock sandwiched between my bare ass, thrusting across my hole so gently.

    “Mmm,” he moaned, feeling skin against skin.

    “Oh man,” I whispered, bringing my arm up to his neck, pulling his head even more into mine.

    He kept thrusting, I kept spreading my legs more to give him more access. His precum pooling inside the head of his dick, and then it smears on my hole with each pass. I was so horny I wanted more. I didn’t want to say it though, in case this was as much as he wanted. I just moaned every time his head rubbed against my hole, hinting that he was hitting the spot.

    Paulo leaned away from me and rubbed his dick up and down my crack, smearing more precum on my hole, wiggling his head right on the ring, both of us let out a soft moan. He lined up the head with my hole and started to push a little, I jumped forward when the head popped in.

    “Oh, shit dude, spit on it or something,” I tried to laugh through the sting.

    “Si, si,” he said, still holding my hips.

    I heard him spit, then rub it into my hole. He did it again, and again until he was satisfied there was enough.

    “Can I?” he asked while pushing the head into my hole.

    “Gentle,” I said, trying to relax, feeling him stretch my hole with his Italian sausage.

    “Ah, si, si,” he said slowly pushing in another inch and letting out a low groan.

    “Oh shit,” I whispered, feeling him start to stretch me out.

    I felt him bottom out inside me and he bit my shoulder. Paulo just froze there, his heart beating so hard I could feel it pulsing in his cock.

    “You like?” I asked.

    “Oh wow,” he said, “so good.”

    I felt him make a small thrust, I let out a moan. He only pulled out an inch and rocked it back in deep.

    “So tight,” he said and held me tighter, his chest to my back, sucking on my neck.

    Out an inch and then back in, holding it there.

    “Mmm,” he moaned making me moan.

    I started to jerk myself off, clenching my ass around his massive dick. I tried to rock my ass on his cock but he had such a firm grip on my chest and waist I could only get the small, slow thrusts he wanted to give me. But fuck it felt good, I was quickly feeling myself get close, beating my dick like I just learned how to masturbate.

    “Fuck that feels good,” I told him.

    “Si, così buono,” his voice low.

    I clenched my ass some more, stretching my legs getting a little more dick from him. My toes stretching on the floor of the pool.

    “Fuck I’m close,” I told him.

    “Me too,” he said, “il tuo culo si sente così bene, ho intenzione di venire dentro di te,” and rocked his swelling dick deep into me. He let out a soft moan, I felt his dick pulsing as he quietly moaned.

    It felt so good, it sent me over the edge, “Oh fuck I’m cumming,” I said and started to shoot my load into the pool. I clenched tight on his cock, he held me tight.

    He moaned in my ear, both of us catching our breath. He held me tight and slowly started to pull all 8 inches out of my ass.

    “Do you want to cum?” I asked, turning to face him.

    He smiled, “Oh I did cum,” he laughed.

    I smiled, “inside?”

    “Of course,” he said as if there was any other option. As he tucked his semi-flaccid dick back into his soaked briefs.

    I let out a laugh and pulled him in, gave him a sensual kiss. He recoiled a little at first but then got into it. We started to make out right there in the pool, even hotter than when he was dry humping me.

    I put my trunks back on and we toweled off, quietly walking back in and calling it a night.


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  • The Competition

    I am a ceramic artist. Although the functional pieces paid the rent, my more artistic creations drive my passion. Thankfully, these pieces also do very well, and I exhibit them successfully in numerous galleries.

    Fortuitously, when my favourite, unmarried aunt of mine passed away and left me an appreciable amount of money, I was able to make my lifelong fantasy a reality. Much as I loved city life, with all the gay bars, clubs, and saunas at my disposal, I yearned for the solitude that I believed would fuel my artistic passions. 

    Once I had received my inheritance, I fervently began to explore my next move. My first port of call was an artist community called Brayton, generally referred to as Gayton. Gay couples predominated, and despite what I believed would be a perfect fit, Brayton left me stone cold. Brayton seemed infested with nauseating pretentious queens. The final nail in the coffin was when I got told about the regular drag parties, which appeared to be the highlight of their existence.

    My next visit was to an artist community of far more earthy individuals, most of whom I discerned were straight. A highlight of my visit to this village was the pub and grill that oozed with agrarian masculinity. The farmer types I encountered were breathtaking. Best of all, the property I saw that day suited my requirements perfectly.

    The home was old-fashioned but could transform to suit my needs with minimal effort. Best of all, there was a spacious double garage with three-phase electricity, perfect for my kiln. It seemed a no-brainer, and I instantly made an offer on the place.

    Several weeks later, I moved into my new abode. My transition proved to be seamless, and shortly, I was one of the popular stops for visitors in the village. I, naturally, continued to supply regular customers and soon realized I had made a good decision. The locals took to me warmly, and the other artists lauded my addition to their community.      

    Best of all, the pub and grill soon became the centre of my weekly routine. I particularly loved Saturday evenings, when things got a little rough. The farmers loved letting off steam on these evenings when the men generally visited on their own because the pub was too coarse for women. For me, however, this was perfection.

    After nine p.m., only the guys remained at the pub. Angus, the barman, was very lenient with the men because drunk males are great tippers, and he never tried to urge the patrons to go home. As these evenings progressed, inhibitions became negligible. One of my first magical experiences was when I witnessed a pissing contest.

    The competition was to see which man could piss the furthest.  Crude as this was, I was delighted to be a part of the action. I did not enter the competition that evening and decided that I would merely be an observer.  

    The contest got held outside, at the back of the pub. To my delight, a floodlight illuminated the proceedings magnificently. The incentive for the competition was that the winner would not have to pay for his drinks after that. I unquestionably offered to be one of the benefactors in this regard. The completion took place outside on a large gravel area and so measurements could effortlessly get recorded.   

    The entertainment was glorious, as one after the next man hurled out his dick to set the standard. As you would expect, I made sure to be as close as possible to the participants. Although I saw some impressive dicks, the winner was a below-average individual who produced the most spectacular steam of piss I had ever seen. The episode was mesmerizing and nurtured all my voyeuristic inclinations.

    Once I got home that evening, I almost dismembered myself as I recalled the dicks I had seen that evening.

    Several weeks later, an even more exhilarating treat awaited me.

    One of the legends of the community was a man named Barry. Barry had the dick of death. Thus far, he had never got defeated at the bar in a cock contest. As he entered the bar, there was a murmur about this local, donkey dick celebrity.

    “I’m thirsty… Is there anyone prepared to take me on tonight?” Barry challengingly proffered in bravado.

    What astonished me was the excitement of the entire group of straight me in the pub. It was as though they could not wait to see Barry’s dick once more.

    As it so happened, I was sitting next to Andre, easily the most handsome young man in the village.

    “Fuck, Lesley, you’ve got to see this guy’s big dick,” Andre gushed before adding, “The free drinks are well-worth paying for.”

    I was astonished. Much as I had always dreamed of fucking Andre, it had never entered my mind that he may be willing to walk on the wild side. His wide-eyed excitement, however, made me wonder about him. His dad, Gary, was also one of the sexiest men I had ever seen, and one of my fantasies was to have a sexual encounter with the two of them. As I sat there dumbfounded, it occurred to me that Gary had always been playfully salacious in our former meetings. Everyone knew I was gay, and I wondered if Gary was merely sending me up.

    Jesus, am I imagining too much?” I questioned myself.  

    As I looked into Andre’s eyes, I felt a blossoming escalation of lust.

    “Do you have a big cock?” Andre hornily inquired.

    Although I was no donkey, I did have a well-above-average dick.

    “Don’t be shy… Even if you lose, it’ll be worth it,” Andre assured me.

    In a WTF moment, I threw my glove into the ring.

    Rising to the occasion, Angus soon had a porno video playing on the television. The video could not have been hotter, as a group of men coerced a female into a hectic group sex encounter. The huffing and puffing of all the people present soon paid dividends as crotches got surreptitiously stroked.

    The scenario was mesmerizing, and I wholeheartedly joined in. Andre immediately offered his services as the MC and was the official: ‘measurer’ for the four participants. Unsurprisingly, Barry once more emerged victoriously, and to be honest, his reputation was without equal. As I focussed on his eleven-inch dick, my nine inches looked silly. I did get an honorary mention for being the runner-up. Best of all, my cock, definitely impressed Andre.  

    As always, Barry had won the day. When he commenced imbibing his free drinks, Andre looked at me and said, “Barry is not a nice guy. He is a bully and regularly fucks up his wife. She has had more blue-eyes than there are bluebottles at high tide.”   

    When the bar closed and we were all leaving, I walked to my home diagonally across the road. As I was about to lock my gate, a truck pulled up as the lights blinded me. As I blinked in discomfort, the lights turned off before a figure joined me. As my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, a voice asked, “Can I come in for a nightcap?”

    After opening the gate, Andre slipped in.

    “I’m a little drunk… May I sleep on your couch tonight?” Andre asked.

    Hopeful as I was at this point, I did not want to get ahead of myself.

    “As long as you behave,” I mischievously retorted.

    “Oh, fuck… I’ll do my best,” Andre impishly countered.

    As we entered my home, all misgivings I had got answered when he blatantly asked, “Do you want to fuck me?”

    “Yeah, very much,” I retorted.

    “Are you a rough daddy?” he inquired.

    “If you like… Do you have an out word?” I questioned.

    “No. I don’t like mercy,” he proffered.

    “Mmm, you might regret that,” I excitedly countered.

    “Make me your bitch, daddy,” Andre challenged.

    I cannot describe the emotion that overcame me, but inexplicably, I turned into an animal. After pulling Andre’s t-shirt off him, I pushed his shorts down before shoving his body face down over the back of my sofa.

    “Oh, shit, I’d better get some lube,” I enquired before ravaging his arsehole.

    “No!” Andre roared before adding, “Put it in dry.”

    Andre was as hairy as I hoped he would be, and his furry bubble butt was breathtaking. After I spread his globes, the pink starfish almost made me convulse with lust. Using my hand as a splint, I placed my dick at his portal before my horny hips gave an almighty shove.    

    Andre’s trembling body and the unearthly grunts emanating from him were glorious. To add to the drama, I swung my arms like pendulums and spanked his backside vigorously. Andre loved this, and his grunts soon turned to murmurs of contentment. Caught up in the moment, I also commenced a barrage of verbal abuse as I viciously plowed his arse. The entire scenario was fan fuckin’ tastic, and I soon had to start calming myself down to avoid cumming too quickly. I was having one of the best fucks of my life!

    As my resolve began to wane, I eventually had to give in to my lust and shot a massive load in his butt. In the melee, Andre had also taken hold of his needs and ejaculated on the floor.

    As we stood huffing and puffing, I said, “You don’t have to sleep on the couch tonight.”

    Afterward, we each had a cold glass of water.

    When we moved into the bedroom, Andre immediately lay on his back with his head hanging off the bottom of the bed. Without hesitation, I leaned over him, with my cock touching his lips. In an evening of surprises, a skull-fucking now commenced.   

    I did not go as crazy as I had earlier but soon became astonished by his oral skills. Andre was a cocksucker of note, and shortly my dick was caressing the back of his throat. Andre showed excellent communication skills with his hands as they moved back and forth on my hips. Having taken the edge off my lust earlier, I was determined to make the face-fucking last longer. Joyfully, Andre was equal to the task, and I could not believe how accommodating his mouth and throat were.

    As I started playing with his dick and balls, Andre’s fingers began caressing my butthole. Andre had a respectable uncut cock, and I wondered if he would eventually ask to fuck me as well.   

    As we comfortably ambled ever onward, his deft hand gestures began to communicate that he wanted me to cum in his mouth. Clear as it was that he was staying the night, I began to allow my climax to build gradually. When I finally unloaded, I quickly lowered my torso and commenced sucking his dick. Simultaneously, my right hand moved to his backside before I fingered his arse. Soon after, Andre started growling as he unloaded into my mouth.

    What I would learn that night was that Andre was insatiable. We had sex a further three times, and each time the duration escalated substantially. He also made it clear that he was strictly a bottom.

    Early the following, morning as we drank coffee and ate anchovy toast, I was determined to find out about the other possibilities in the neighbourhood.

    As I began to question him, Andre seemed very guarded, informing me that all the other men he had sex with were married guys, who would be very upset to learn that he had spilled the beans. Much as I assured him about my discretion, he would not break his silence.

    Happily, I did see Andre regularly after that, and he stayed over frequently.

    A week or so later, I did discover who one of his other ‘play pals’ was. As Andre and I sat drinking our beers at the pub, Big Willy, one of the locals, entered the pub and joined us. Big Willy was a giant of a man.

    As we chatted, Big Willy nonchalantly looked at Andre and said, “My wife had gone to visit her sister for a couple of weeks.”

    Not long after, Big Willy finished his beer and departed.

    “Oh, well, I had better also get on my way,” Andre uttered several minutes later.

    As he bid me farewell, I gave him a knowing smile. Andre shyly shrugged his shoulders before turning and departing.

    The following evening I decided to have a quick meal at the pub. Once I had eaten, Gary, Andre’s dad, entered the pub and invited me to join him for a drink.

    “So, Lesley, are you settling in well?” Gary politely asked.

    “Lesley, I know that Andre often pops into your place. If he becomes a nuisance, just let me know. You are, obviously, generous with booze and that like a moth to a flame for Andre,” Gary matter-of-factly stated.

    “Don’t worry, Gary, I can handle it… By the way, where is your boy tonight?” I rhetorically asked.

    “He is over at Big Willy’s place. Andre is very good with computers, and Big Willy needs some help. Needless to say, after the computer stuff gets done, they will no doubt get pissed, so I don’t think he’ll be home tonight,” Gary concluded.

    After another bit of mindless banter, Gary got a naughty look on his face and said, “Oh, I believe I must congratulate you for coming second to Barry. I heard that you put up a worthy challenge. Andre was very impressed.”

    I casually shrugged noncommittally.

    Gary’s demeanour now began to change, and there was a salaciousness to his bearing. His eyes also kept focussing on my crotch as his hands constantly stroked his forearms and thighs suggestively.

    I could also feel myself becoming horny and decided to test the water. From the first time I had seen the father and son duo, they had attracted me. Gary, the father, however, had always appealed to me the most.

    Jesus,’ I thought to myself, ‘Am I going to get lucky again?

    I then decided to go on a fishing expedition. Luckily, the bar was quiet and we were on the side with minimum traffic. The barman was also on the far side of the bar, engrossed in a conversation with a patron.

    Next, when Gary’s attention got diverted by a friend across the room, I slipped my underpants down under my balls and let my dick hang loose in the shorts I was wearing. After altering my seating position, I now faced Gary face on and let my cock do its thing. In no time, the blood was working its magic as the bulge began to grow impressively. With my legs wide open, it was not long before Gary really had something noteworthy to observe.

    If his earlier stares had a modicum of subtlety, his eyes were now practically watering with lust. In an ultimate bit of torment, I let my index finger run up and down the fabric covering my dick.

    “Would you like to come back to my place for a nightcap, Gary?” I asked in a mischievous murmur.

    Gary’s mouth was so dry with horniness that he had to use his tongue to generate the spit needed to respond positively. 

    Once I arrived at my home, I soon saw Gary’s truck pull up at my gate. I was so horny by now that my cock was leaking precum like a faucet.

    After handing Gary a beer, he amazed me by getting down to business immediately.

    “Listen, Lesley, I have long suspected that Andre plays on both sides of the fence. Can you confirm that?”

    “Why don’t you ask Andre?” I asked.

    As Gary imploringly looked at me, I retorted, “Gary, I am not going to discuss Andre with you, just as I won’t discuss you with Andre,”  

    After taking a sip of his beer, Gary tried a different tactic. “Well, are you going to at least show me?” 

    Cutting to the chase, I decided to speed up things. “Gary, take off all your clothes and hug the back of that sofa,” I said as I pointed out the direction.

    Gary very gingerly began to undress. By village standards, he and his son were short, only five-foot-eight-inches-tall. Once Gary was naked, I had a good look at him. He had the same shaped body as Andre, but understandably, slightly stockier and hairier. I now began to strip as I observed a horny shyness on his face, as his eyes locked onto my cock.

    “Should I show you exactly what I did to Andre?” I asked in a gravelly growl.

    After he nodded, I said, “Then hug the back of that sofa.”

    As he did as instructed, I looked at the same bandy legs that Andre had before moving up behind him. Once I started caressing his back and hips, the same animalistic demeanour that I displayed with Andre returned.

    “Your son is a horny little slut, who likes it rough,” I snarled before adding, “Is his daddy also a bitch like him?”

    “Yes,” Gary whimpered.

    As I commenced spanking his arse, ecstatic grunts from him began to resound in the room. As I looked down at the forest of fur in his crack, I could not wait to fuck him. I did not even bother to mention lube as my cock slid between the bushy mounds. After my cock located his portal, I gripped his hips and speared straight into him.

    After Gary let out an unearthly grunt, I asked if I should stop.

    “No, no, nooo,” he whimpered in response.

    Having got permission, I then began to stab his arse vigorously. After I slowed down slightly, I lifted his torso and started nibbling on his neck and ears. The sensual moans he now began uttering were breathtaking. 

    Not long after that, we moved through to the bedroom before I fucked him in the missionary position. Although Andre had been a good kisser, Gary was outstanding. When I was about to cum, he asked me to do so all over his stomach as he manically tugged on his dick.

    Afterward, after we returned to the lounge, he announced that he had better be on his way.

    As we said goodbye at the door, Gary said, “I wonder how drunk Andre and are by now?”

    With a snigger, I answered, “I wonder how many times Big Willy has fucked Andre by now?”

    Gary now looked at me disbelievingly before asking, “How sure are you about that?”

    I casually shrugged before he turned and walked to his vehicle. As I watched his taillights disappear, I wondered if my dream about having sex with him and Andre would get realized. I even pondered the possibility of a foursome with Big Willy. 

  • A gay world

    It was around 3am and I couldn’t sleep I was thinking bout my life and how everyone around me was extremely conservative, it was making me depressed…At a moment while stargazing I saw a shooting star crossing through the night and I wished that everyone was gay and craving sex, after that I fell asleep.

    I woke up by the sound of my younger brother Tyler calling me from downstair.

    “WAKE UP JOSH WE’RE GONNA BE LATE”

    “I’m ’bout to shower I arrive”

    The I noticed that the floor of my room was covered of gay porn magazine, on the walls there were posters of cocks and pornstars fucking each other… But the most shocking was the fact that all the religious book that my mother forced me to keep on my room’s shelves have all been replaced by huge dildos, bottle of lube and fleshJack. What the hell did happened while I was sleeping.

    Thanks God I had my own bathroom because I would have been hard to hide my 9inches boner. I watched my reflection in the mirror, I was ripe, playing football made me muscular but fit despite my round pecs I had a thin waist and a flat stomach, I looked at my bubble butt and thick thighs, I was 6 feet 3, with brown hair and dark eyes and recently got a buzz cut. I wasn’t much hairy except for my pits and pubes which I haven’t shave for a while… I also got in the night some piercing like one the nose, on my nipples, on my ears and one behind my ballsack.

    In my family we were 5 there was first Joseph, my father but everyone call him Joe, he was 42 and was similar as me but beefier I saw him naked once and his hard cock was huge like 11inch long with lemon sized balls he was hairy, I think of him generally when I masturbate. My mother, Martha,she was a real bitch, she had Italian origin that made my brothersand me well tanned. My Older brother,Adam was 22 and a sex god he was 6ft 5 he was very muscular but still like me he was slim with dark eyes and long curly hair, he had a thick line of hairs that goes from his pecs to his heavy crotch and by heavy I mean gigantic he likes to wear only underwears while home so I could stare at his deformed boxers and it was the same size as my dick but his wasn’t hard I would give anything to feel his cock down my throat. He also has his 3days beard that makes everygirl wet instantly. Like all of men if the family David my younger brother was beautiful, he was 19 and was smaller than us he was 5ft 7 pretty fit but not that muscular except for his ass and his thighs, like Adam he likes to hangout in underwear he seemed to have an average size dick but his nipples were large and pink and the same eyes and hair as me but longer and he had no hairs.

    After the shower my cock hadn’t fully softened leaving me with a hard on. Then I looked into my dresser and all my normal clothes had disappeared and all boxers too.

    “The fuck, what I’m gonna wear” I thought

    There were lot of thongs and jockstrap, but thankfully I found a low rise pale pink brief that basically shows my pubes and my crack and the only top that I found without “I’m a cock addict” or “cum eater” was a see through white tight crop top, you could basically see my tits and their shapes because of the rings. I was obscene I caught a glimpse of me I was a whore, my cock was pushing on my brief and I could not stop playing with my tits.

    I decided to join my family downstairs, at the moment when I opened my door I came face to face with Adam wearing only a towel around his waist and his hair were wet he might have been in the shower. But something caught my attention he was also wearing tits piercing.

    “G-ggoodmorning A-Adam” I said shocked “You don’t kiss you’re big brother” as he said this he pulled me into a french kiss rubbing our tits together, I was moaning hard and he grabbed my ass and my cock got out of the slutty brief, his towel fell revealing his 12 inches shlong, I couldn’t take it anymore I jerked our cock together. He finally left my mouth after 10 minutes. He took my hand covered of our fluid and licked my fingers

    “I need to put on some clothes” he said as he entered in his room and winked at me. He didn’t close his door so I could see him getting naked and having a full view on his bare ass, he had a butt plug.

    I was panting and in a full boner again with a huge stain of precum on my pseudo brief. I was so horny, As I went downstairs I was hearing some heavy breathing and after each steps the moans were louder then I arrived I saw David on his knees fingering himself through a black g string sucking someone.

    “You like having real man seed on your cock sucker mouth” said the man I couldn’t see.

    My brother answered by deepthroating the man’s dick then the man stood up, I was speechless, it was not real, my Lil bro was being facefucked by our neighbor Dan, who died was also the pastor, he picked up the pace, David was drooling barely able to contain all the precum. 

    “Hi Josh” he said being now facing me “I guess you like what you see”

    He was true, I had not realized that I was slowly masturbating one hand in my underwear the other under my crop top.

    I didn’t answered that he put his entire cock deep in my brother’s throat his nose in the pastor’s blonde pubes and without gagging he swallowed Dan’s cum.

    “Yea swallow my load little bitch” Dan said with a sexy voice

    David finally took Dan’s cock out of his mouth and stick his tongue to show him that there was nothing left.

    JOSH!” I recognized my father voice calling me from the dining room while David was getting a rimjob.

    I left to find dad but I was lost my brothers who used to spend their time eating pussies we’re now gay, our pastor was licking my little brother’s hole, I didn’t know how my daddy will be. He used to serve i. The navy so he was very strict and I was about to show myself dressed a whore, fully hard and soaked in my own precum.

    “Hi baby” he said in a low voice as I arrived, he was wearing a tight wife beater, too tight I guess because it ended above his belly button reveal another piercing and it was so stretched that I could see that he was also wearing tits piercing. “Hi daddy” I answered in a small voice trying to hide my boner. He took a sip of his coffee and looked up at me.

    “Baby” he said looking surprised “it’s not in your habits to be so dressed, you’re okay” I blinked I was too much dressed ” sit on daddy’s lap, but take that thing off it’s wet ” I took my pink brief off

    He was wearing a white thong and because he was hard I could the base of his cock, he was wearing a cock ring. I sat my throbbing bonner against his abs and his cock against my ass

    “now tell me what’s going on… Is it because Martha left with Dan’s wife” the bitch left, I was relieved more over while talking daddy was playing with my hard tits and rubbing his 11inch in my crack

    “I know it’s hard for you but you know Daniel is moving in today, he’s gonna show you the love your mother couldn’t give you” oh yeah it was hard, especially our dicks

    “It’s not tha-at” I tried to talk but he has lifted my crop top and he’s licking my tits. “It’s just that I’m so horny and nobody take care of m-agh mmmh of me” I couldn’t bear it any longer I’ve got to cum

    “Show me your hole baby ” he said in a soft tone

    I turned myself and he started making out with my boy pussy

    “You tight babe” he said as he put one finger “Mmhg” it was so good my cock leaking on the floor

    ” Lick that for daddy” between to moan he put three fingers in my mouth and licked them as my life was depending on it then he pushed two of them making scissors move, I was panting and shivering

    “Faster dad- mmhg” my hole was twitching hard

    “On your knees baby come get what you want” I fell on my knees and looked to bulge barely hidden by the thong. I licked slowly the tip and the precum through the tissue, it’s salty. With my teeth I set his cock free and land on my face, he doesn’t hesitate to slap me with it.

    I still not believe it I’m sucking dad…my lips wrapped around his head then he grabs me by the hair forced me going down his shaft. Mid length he took me with both hand and throat fucked me.

    He lifted me up and started to making out with, I push him back on his chair and mount him, face to face and lower myself until his now lubrified cock pushes against my hole.

    We’re both moaning, strangely it doesn’t hurt like I always done that when he’s all in he lift me by the legs and start to bounce me onto his monster.

    I took all of his cock, I knew he was proud, I felt him pushing further and at the same time he planted his seeds deep in me and I cummed my thick load on his abs, His cock stayed in until it turned soft and we continued to make out.

    Then I saw the time it was 9am and I had a class, the only thing that was great here was that my university was in town, it was a small Catholic boys only place and it looked like more of an high school.

    I  kissed my dad one last time and went clean myself with his cum dripping on my thighs and my brief in my hand. Arriving in my bedroom I threw it on my bed and took another quick shower and shaved my pubes in a dark triangle above my shlong . When I came back there was Adam naked in my bed, jerking off fastly, panting with my soaked brief against his nose. And he saw me his only reaction was to start licking the soaked tissue.

    ” Give me your me your tongue bro” he asked me, I knew he was about to cum because when I took his head he directly pushed my head so I could deepthroat him, he didn’t waited and fed me with 9 thick loads.

    “Thanks baby” he said before leaving

    I had to find my uniform, it wasn’t hard to recognize it because it was pastel blue with the school logo before it was only a sort of dark blazer but now it was just different kind of underwear.

    I put high thighs socks, with a low rise thong with high straps that went above my hips and because it showed the top of my dick I also put a cockring, onto I choose to wear a mesh short short that didn’t even hide the ring or my pubes, then I took a polo that only covered my pecs and as usual it was so tight that my nipples ring were clearly defined. Then I put some white sneakers, and took my bagpack Which was transparent, it contained a bottle of lube, a black 10inch dildo a porn magazine with a guy sucking two cocks, a flesh jack and some tits suckers.

    I said goodbye to everyone and when I got out of the house, Adam was tanning in our garden, everyone could see him and his rock hard cock. I gave him a peck on a lips and entered my car. Before it was a wreck now it was a black Mercedes. David was already in the car, him and I were having almost the same schedule except for sport he was playing in the baseball team when I was the quarterback and maybe the most popular jock.

    Everything was about sex here, and I don’t know why but since I was here I haven’t seen any women. Even on the radio while driving, two guys were talking about how they got fucked the day before. Next to me my little brother was on his phone taking dick pics, it came into my mind that I haven’t checked my social media since I got here. The town also really changed it became very modern with hell of sex shops and sex related place. And arriving at the University it seemed that it has followed the same changes, it looked like the Guggenheim. When I parked I saw that people were fucking everywhere a man was getting blown on a bench in front of us. David kissed me and left, he only made three meters when one of his friend I knew joined him and pulled him into a french kiss they were both only wearing bikinis.

    I got time before class so I stayed in my car and checked my Instagram And pretty much like everything here it was just cocks and holes. On my page it was the same like pics of my chest and I had like 30k followers seeing that made me happy,I was living a pure dream. As I started to fantasize about my condition my phone rang announcing that lecture started.

    So I left my car and found a way through the “sex party” happening in the parking lot but when I entered the building it was just bouncing butts everywhere because all the guys were wearing clothes that covered only theirs tits and packages my cock went fully hard again and by the the number of dick’s poking me I guess I was not the only one…

    Arriving in the class I realized there were way smaller than usual, instead of a 500 people auditorium it was a normal highschool class. I sat in the last row after 5minutes the place was full of muscular almost naked guy, some of them were slowly masturbating when others were playing with dildos. Quickly the room was hot and smelled sweat, to be more comfortable I took off my short short. 

    Finally the teacher arrived wearing black bikini underwear and a tie, he Took place, he connected his laptop with the projector so you could see his screen and he was watching porn, he did not seemed ashame like everyone here so he just put his cock back correctly in his bikini and switched to the right document.

    It was a homosexual history class so it meant that even school changed moreover I learned a lot about this new world… it would appear that this world is more Utopic, after D.trump was elected the homosexuals started an uprising and Took the government over and changed radically the laws, the us being the main economy all country followed until the most authoritarian government disappeared. Time after time homosexuality became the norm, so gays and lesbians decided to share the world…North America, Europe and East Asia owned by the gays and the rest by the lesbians. Also due to the lack of conflict and a new economy the science progressed faster and now almost everything can be cured. Also Gay’s government started in the ’80s a huge reforestation program and a clean program making impossible climate change moreover because everybody is gay now there’s 4billion people on earth no place is overcrowded.

    After this long class I really needed a break, I went to the bathroom, as expected a guy was pressed against the wall getting pounded by another one. I entered in a stall and thank God there was a glory hole, I waited until I heard someone getting in the stall next to mine, I got on my knees opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out of the hole, directly his thumb came brush it, then he made me suck two of his fingers and finally I felt something heavier, he slowly pushed every inch of his cock into my throat. When it was all in I closed my thick lips around his shaft and jerked him off. I deepthroated him because the break was 5minute long, I sucked as fast as I could, I didn’t even took the time to breathe but when the clock rang he cummed on my face some thick loads. I got out after he left and cleaned myself.

    I was the last to arrive in class, everyone was staring at me or my swinging hardon, my giggly ass, my glistening abs or my flexed pecs… One my friend, Juan, kept me a place next to him. He was an exchange student from Honduras, he was about my size, he was beautiful, he had piercing grey eyes with thick lips, he was hairy but he trimmed his beard and as I seen his pubes, he had long curly hair, very thin waist but large hips and shoulders and a fat bubbly ass. He was wearing a beige jockstrap and a turtle neck that only covered the arms so u could see his pecs and his big round dark nipples. I knew from last year that they were extremely sensitive, so when I passed behind him I grabbed his pecs and massage them, surprised he started to moan loudly:

    “Mmmh, j-josh please stop, AAh” I sucked his neck so he can get a love bite.

    I sat when the teacher arrived, he was a bodybuilder but he was completely naked, wondering why I checked what class it was sexual health class, it was the first of the semester:

    “Hi kids!” He started “the gay government asked us to from now on teach sexual health… In this you will learn how to pleasure a man and have an orgasm from any of your body part, so before doing anything you  have to know how the dick works… By the way you can touch yourself during the video”

    The video lasted 30 minutes and it showed man masturbating or fucking and which zone are stimulated. Many people started to masturbate.

  • And then there was..

    I grew up helping out my dad working for his construction company. Upon high school graduation, I entered college and got my degree in business management. I returned to working for my dad as head of the accounting department.

    My wife and I had separated after I caught her cheating with her boss. When our son found out, he basically told her to stay out of his life. He and I were close, but I wondered what he would do if he found out about my ‘secret’.

    Then, when I was thirty-six, dad passed away suddenly, leaving the entire company to me. I was now president and chief executive officer of the company.

    I had been buying lottery tickets for several years and checking them regularly, but with dad’s death, I totally forgot to check my most recent tickets. Then I heard that a few weeks earlier that winning numbers had been drawn of a jackpot of two hundred and ninety million.

    I found my three tickets and began checking the numbers. On the first ticket I had one number correct. On the second ticket I had no numbers right. Then, when I looked at the third ticket and started checking the numbers, I suddenly got weak. Every number matched. I had won the jackpot.

    As I drove home, I called John Sims, my VP and Construction Supervisor, and told him that something had come up and I wouldn’t be in the next day. The next morning I drove to the state capital to claim my winnings. Of course, I chose to remain anonymous and after taxes I cleared one hundred and eighty million.

    Driving back home, wondering what the bank president would say when the funds were transferred into my personal account, I decided what I was going to do. I decided to buy a motor home, tour a few states and openly have sex with men. Until now, it had always been with men I met online and only first names were ever exchanged.

    I arrived home and the next day at the office I informed John that I needed some time off ‘to think’ and he would be in charge for the next three months or so. But for any and all major decisions, he was to call me on my cell phone. After leaving the office, I made a pass by one of my employees house to see of he had shown up for work. He had called in sick for a couple of days and I wanted to check on him.

    Steve Miller was an a-number one carpenter and hot as hell in bed. As far as I knew he was the only employee in the company that knew I like men. He had found out when we blew each other through a glory hole at a video store and ran into each we left our respective booths. Since then we had met several times for hot oral and anal sex, and I was in the mod for some now.

    He was home and seconds after I arrived we were in a hot sixty-nine, sucking each others hard hot cock, before he asked me to fuck his ass. I had plans for his future. Looking at him I said, “I’m going to be out of town for a few months, but I’ll see you as soon as I get back. I’ll miss you.” “I’ll miss you, too, boss,” he replied before kissing me.

    The following day, I went to a local dealer and bought a large fully loaded motor home. I stocked it with all the necessities, including a CB radio, personal items, and some clothes and hit the road.

    As I headed west out of town, I turned on the CB radio and seeing an Atlas Van Lines semi headed east, I grabbed the mic and said, “How about that east bound Atlas, you got the ‘Roadrunner‘ here. What’s the west bound traffic look like this morning?”

    “Wide open, Roadrunner, just watch your speed. You got a state smoky about four miles ahead of you.”

    “Appreciate the info,” I replied and set my cruise control at the speed limit. Moments later, I passed the state cop sitting on the shoulder with his radar gun ready for action.

    Then, about three miles further down the road, I spotted a young, hot Marine in fatigues, thumbing a ride, his duffle bags sitting beside him. Immediately, I began to slow down and pull to the shoulder.

    I was past him by the time I was able to stop safely, but looking out the right side at the mirror, I could see him jogging toward me, his bag over his shoulder.

    I put the motor home in park, and stepped back to the door and as I opened it, he approached and smiled as I asked, “Where you headed?”

    “Camp Pendleton, sir,” he replied.

    “Well, today’s your lucky day. I just decided that that is where I’m headed also. Hop on in.”

    He looked at me questioningly as he climbed in and as we each took our seat up front, I said, “I just bought this thing and hadn’t decided where to go, but when you said Camp Pendleton, I thought the pacific coast sounded great. My names Mark, by the way.”

    “I’m Sgt. Dan Williams, but everyone calls me Buck,” he replied.

    “Well, Buck, if you can put up with me, I’ll take you all the way.”

    “Well, sir, I’m sure you’re not that bad. In the Marines, you learn to out up with a lot,” he replied.

    “Well, for starters, drop the ‘sir‘. You can call me mother fucker, cock sucker, or any other name you want, just don’t all me sir, at least not on this trip.”

    “Got it, Mark,” he replied.

    I smiled at him and said, “May I ask how you got the name ’Buck’?

    “Well, to be honest, it’s a little embarrassing,” he replied.

    “It’s just us here,” I said. “Come on, fill me in.”

    “Well,” he began, “one afternoon my brother and his best bud walked in on me jerking off. I was at the edge of starting my climax when they walked in. Back then, when I shot my load I bucked my hips up and down and my brother commented about watching me buck, hence the nickname, ‘Buck’.

    “Well, do you still buck?” I asked with a chuckle.

    “Not all the time, but it does happen occasionally,” he replied.

    I laughed ad said, “Hell, you show me a male that doesn’t jerk off and I’ll show you a man with no arms.”

    “You got that fucking right,” Buck replied with a chuckle.

    We talked as we headed west and I found out that he was originally from Alabama where is dad was a local sheriff. He had only one brother that was a year and a half older than he, and they were close, but Buck stated that he wished that they were closer.

    After a while, Buck spoke up and asked, “Would you mind if I went to the back and got more comfortable?”

    “Not at all, Buck. Make yourself comfortable, cause it’s going to be your home for the next few days.”

    He headed toward the back area but stayed in view where I could watch him in the mirror. He moved his big duffle bag out of the way and put his smaller bag on the bed. He casually removed his boots, then his uniform shirt, followed by his uniform pants. After hanging them up, he removed a pair of shorts and a ‘USMC’ tee shirt from his bag.

    I casually watched in the rear view mirror and after laying the shorts and tree shirt on the bed he removed the tee shirt he was wearing as well as the boxer shorts he had on. He was now totally naked.

    It was all I could do to keep the motor home on the road after seeing his long uncut cock, which I judged to be near eight inches in length. Nonchalantly, he slipped on the shorts then the tee shirt, covering his muscular hairy chest.

    Seeing that he was commando, I knew that I would have a hard time not getting an erection in front of him, but I had to try, at least for now. Now, since he was so open about changing in front of me and going commando, I wondered what his reaction would be later in the evening when I said I always sleep in the nude. I’d have to wait and find out.

    Later, we pulled into a rest area to relax and have a soda, and as we sat in the camper on the sofa, he made no attempt to hide his coick as it peeked out. And when he went into the small toilet to piss, he left the door wide open. I decided to do the same, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see him watching. I felt sure it would be a fun night.

    Just before dark, we pulled into a truck stop after deciding we didn’t want to cook. After eating dinner, we returned to the motor home and secured the privacy curtains. We had decided to watch some TV then get some sleep. As we secured the curtains, I decided to see his reaction and said, “Buck, I think there is something you need to know.”

    “What’s that, Mark?” he asked.

    “Since I was a teen, I have slept nude. I can’t sleep any other way. Is that going to be a problem?”

    “Not as far as I’m concerned. My brother and I grew up sharing a bed and sleeping nude.”

    “Well, then, shall we go ahead and get comfortable?” I said. After double checking the privacy shades, we both stripped and sat side by side on the sofa to watch a movie.

    After fifteen minutes or so, he casually placed his right hand over his cock and very slowly began to rub it. As he did, he also began to slowly pull the hood back, exposing the head of his cock. I couldn’t help myself and my own cock began to slowly rise.

    As it did, I noticed him glance over a couple of times. Then on the third glance, he quickly, but gently, grasped my cock and bent over, swallowing the entire shaft. I moaned softly as he began to slowly and lovingly suck my stiffening cock.

    As he did, I reached across his body and grasped his cock, and as I began stroking it, he moaned softly. A couple seconds later he sat up and without saying a work, leaned in and kissed me passionately. After the kiss, I looked into his face and asked, “How did you know I played?”

    “There were several things that gave me a hint,” he began. “The first was when you stopped to pick me up. As I approached the door and while we talked, your eyes kept dropping down to my crotch. Then, as I changed clothes, you watched me almost continuously in your mirror. And the final clue was after I returned to my seat and you kept looking over, the bulge in your jeans began to grow.”

    Smiling, I said, “I didn’t think I was that obvious.”

    “I’m glad you were,” he said. “It made it so much easier for me to make a move, which I’ve wanted to do since you picked me up.”

    I stood up and stepped to the bed, and as I pulled the covers back, I looked at him and said, “Well, then, let’s do it right.” and with that, I lay down and spread my legs.

    A second later, he was beside me, kissing me passionately, as our hands explored each others body. Then, after several minutes of kissing and making out, he grasped my rock hard cock and said, “I want that up my ass.”

    “It’s all yours,” I told him. “How do you want it?”

    Smiling, he said, “I can get it in deeper if I sit on it,” and with that he straddled me and held my cock upright and began to lower himself. When I asked about a lube, he smiled and said, “I like it raw.”

    Seconds later, I was buried in his ass balls deep and he was saying how awesome it felt. As he rode it he smiled and said, “I want this at least twice a day.

    Smiling, I looked at him and said, “Stud, you can have it any way you want it any time you want it. Hell, I wouldn’t object if you blew me while I was driving. Let some horny trucker see me getting blown.”

    “Plan on it tomorrow,” he said as he rode my hard cock.

    Moments later, I filed his ass with my load as he moaned and said how awesome it felt, saying I was better than his sergeant. Then, after he climbed off my cock, he got between my legs and swallowed my cock in its entirety. After holding it there for a few seconds he began to piston up and down on it and soon it erupted, filling his mouth with my built p load. As he milked it dry and pulled off, he smiled and said, “Fucking delicious!”

    Seconds later we were cuddled together kissing passionately as we drifted off to sleep. At some point during the night, I awoke to fide Buck spooned in behind me, his cock still partially in my ass.I smiled to myself and drifted back to sleep.

    I later awoke with the bright sunlight shining outdoors and Buck lovingly and gently sucking my cock. I stopped him and quickly flipped around into a sixty-nine and we drained each other.

    After dressing minimally, we ate breakfast and Buck had me stop at Walmart. He went in a quickly returned with his purchase. It was a sketch pad and black marker.

    “What’s that for?” I asked.

    Smiling, he wrote a message on the pad without me seeing it and when he turned it around, it read ‘WE PLAY CHANNEL 15.’

    “If we pass a hot trucker I can show him this and see what happens,” he said. “You are something else!” I said with a smile.

    After a few miles, Buck stripped totally nude and with the height of the mobile home, only truckers would be able to see him. Moments later we began to overtake a big rig, and once he saw the driver he said, “He looks to be about forty or so and nice looking. He has a beard.”

    “This is your scheme,” I told him. As we neared the tractor, Buck put his sign in his lap, and switched the CB radio to channel fifteen. We passed the rig at a slightly faster speed than he was driving and as we did, we suddenly heard, “I’m game. There is a rest area about three miles ahead.” I replied with “We’ll meet you there.”

    We pulled into the rest area and parked and a few minutes later the semi pulled in and parked. He casually got out of the rig and walker to the motor home and as he approached the door, Buck opened it and stepped aside for him to enter.

    Buck was right. He was damn good looking, muscular and had a nice ‘package’. Buck led him to the bedroom area and I followed after locking up and closing the privacy curtain just outside the bedroom area. He said his name was Rick and he was already half undressed by the time I started stripping.

    Noticing a wedding band on his left hand, I asked, “Does she know anything?”

    “Not a thing,” he replied. As far as she knows I’m celibate on the road, but I do it all., but I have been active with males since before we married in fact I started my junior year of high school with the football coach.”

    “Fuck, man, how did that happen?” Buck asked.

    Rick said that one afternoon he had forgotten a book in the gym and when he returned to get it he walked in on his coach and a senior on the football team sucking each other. They agree to suck him anytime he wanted if he wouldn’t tell anyone. He said he agreed and about a month later the other boys dad was transferred for work and he moved.

    Rick said by that time he was curious and wanted to see what it was like to suck a cock. He said he sucked the coach and liked it and they had a relationship throughout his senior that moved from just sucking to fucking each other.

    He said he still fucked the girls he dated but got more satisfaction from having sex with another male, be it the coach or guys he met at the local park, and then one day when he went by, he walked in he found his wife’s brother sucking cock. He said his ife loves the fact that he is best friends with her brother. Smiling, he said, “Little does she know that whenever he and I are alone for a short while, we’re having sex.”

    Rick had Buck and I lay on the bed facing each other and as we kissed, he licked and sucked on our hard cocks, saying he liked to be watched.

    After several minutes, we stopped him and had him lay between us and we took turns licking his hot body and sucking his hard uncut cock. We took turns sucking on his cock and when it erupted, we let it shoot out onto his lower belly, and once he was done, we licked him clean, devouring what we licked up.

    He then got us into a position with our heads pointing in opposite directions and our crotches against each other. Then, holding our cocks together in his hand, he jerked and sucked us to our climax, hungrily devouring both loads at the same time.

    After kissing us, he said, “ I want both of you in my ass at the same time. We talked and shared experiences and after a while he asked, “You think you have both reloaded?”

    We said we had and he had us get back into the same position we were in when he sucked us, but this time as he held our cocks together, he sat on them, taking both cocks into his ass at the same time.

    “Oh, fuck, that feels awesome. It’s been a while since I got double fucked last,” he said as he rode up and down on our hard cocks.

    As he worked on our cocks with his ass, I said, “After we make a deposit in you, I want to lick it up as it drains out.”

    “So do I,” Buck added.

    “Hot damn, I found me two more pigs,” he said. “Do either of you drink from the hose?”

    “I do,” Buck replied quickly. “And so do I,” I added.

    “Fucking awesome!” he said, adding, “And I’m thirsty.

    After we had both filled his ass with our cum, we began taking turns licking it up as it drained out, and as we did, he said, “If you’re like me, you probably need to piss after shooting a load. When either of you is ready, I want to drink it.”

    Buck was first to say he needed to piss, and immediately Rick took Buck in his mouth after saying, “Feed me.”

    I watched as Rick hungrily filled his mouth multiple times with Buck’s piss and swallowed. Once Buck was drained. I said I was ready and Rick took my cock in his mouth and as the flow began he hungrily swallowed.

    After drinking the last of my piss, he smiled at us and said, “It’s been a fucking long time since I hooked up with two studs as hot as you two. I don’t have to be at the terminal here in town until after lunch tomorrow. You think we could stay naked and play until then?”

    “I don’t see why not,” I replied. “What do you think, Buck?”

    “I’m game as long as you both alternate fucking my ass and make it last or an hour or so,” he replied.

    “I think that can be arranged,” Luke said before asking, “What do you think, Mark?”

    “I’m game for anything,” I replied.

    We had sex off and n all night and into the next morning. Then before Luke had to leave, he again had Buck and I double fuck his hot ass. He insisted on holding our loads in his ass. We exchanged contact information and bid him farewell.

    Buck and I decided to stay at the truck stop another night, and found one hot single trucker in his thirties that was wanting to experience sex with another male. After getting him naked and taking turns sucking his cock to completion, then sharing his load, he said he definitely wanted to try it.

    He started with me and sucked me to completion, collecting my load in his mouth. After pulling off and savoring the taste he swallowed, smiled and said he thought it tasted good. He then turned to Buck and sucked him off and eagerly ate his load. We explained that not all cum loads tasted the same and sometime the flavor was determined by what the man had eaten.

    We then took turns eating and finger fucking his hole, gradually convincing him to let us fuck him. Eventually , he did, and Buck had me go first since my cock was slightly smaller than his. At first his moans were from the discomfort and later he said how great it was feeling and he wanted to take my load.

    Seconds later, I filled his ass with my load then Buck sucked it out and ate it. Then, he was hard again and we suggested he fuck me again while Buck fucked him. He agreed and after he started fucking me, Buck went back into his ass. They climaxed moments apart and as Buck ate his load out of the trucker’s ass the trucker went all the way and began eating his load as it drained out of my ass.

    The trucker collapsed back onto the bed and said, “Fucking awesome. I haven’t been turned on even close to that much in ages.

    As long as I can hook up with men, I don’t care if I ever fuck another cunt.”

    He dressed and kissed us farewell and thanked us for showing him that he really did want sex with men. We exchanged cell numbers and he promised to keep in touch. Then, as he started to leave, he smiled and said, “By the way, my name is Jake.” We gave him our names and kissed him farewell, then hit the sack and got some rest.

    The next day we traveled, stopping a few times to have a sixty-nine in the bed then return to the road. That evening, we stopped at a truck stop but didn’t find any action.

    The following day we picked up a young country boy in his late teens thumbing a ride into town. After stopping and picking him up, he came right out and said that he was short on cash and he blow us both for twenty dollars. We said we had a better deal/ we told him that we’d pay him forty dollars if he sucked one of us and let the other fuck his ass. He quickly agreed and as he sucked me, Buck fucked his ass. As Buck fucked him, it was obvious he had been fucked before.

    That evening we stopped at a roadside diner and ate then pulled off at a rest area about three miles down the road. After parking, we sat at one of the picnic tables and enjoyed a beer while watching other travelers come and go.

    Where the fence separated the public picnic area from the private property on the other side, there was one section of fence totally missing. There was a reason for it.

    According to state law, what was done on private property and out of sight from public view was permitted by law. There had been arrest in the past of illicit acts taking place on private property but out of public view and when the cases went to court they were dismissed..

    Hence, if you wet in far enough you were free to do what ever you wanted. We later saw a couple guys head into the woods. Later they came out, smiling broadly and bid each other farewell. We assumed that they were both sexually satisfied.

    Later, another vehicle pulled in and parked, as the driver got out and headed toward the woods, he smiled at us and rubbed his crotch and casually licked his lips. As Buck suggested we follow him, a big semi pulled in and stopped and once the air brakes were set, the hot masculine driver headed into the woods.

    Looking at me, Buck said, “Shall we join them and see if we can have a four way?”

    “I was thinking the same thing,” I replied.

    We followed and after about fifty yards down a winding path, we found the two men. The younger one from the car was naked and on his knees. The trucker had his pants down and his shirt unbuttoned as the man licked his cock and balls.

    We stepped up to the pair and dropped our pants and removed our shirts and as we did, the younger man began licking our cocks and balls also.

    The younger man sucked the trucker to completion and as he sucked us, the trucker got behind us and alternated licking and tongue fucking our holes. Once we had both fed the younger guy our loads, Buck and I alternated sucking him as the trucker fucked him.

    After feeding us his load and taking the truckers load in is ass, he sucked the trucker clean and as he did, the trucker spoke up and said, “If anyone needs to piss, I love a golden shower, and I love it in my mouth.”

    The younger man said he deeded to piss and the trucker quickly dropped to his knees, opening his mouth wide. Looking at us he said, “While he feeds me, you to hose me down.”

    The young man began filling the truckers mouth with his yellow nectar as we hosed his face and chest with our nectar. As we finished, the trucker, his shirt dripping with our piss smiled and said, “This is the best evening I’ve ever had.”

    The young man suddenly said, “I got to get going. If I’m not home when my dad arrives my ass is grass. He’s a preacher and has no idea I have sex with other guys,” and with that he darted for the parking lot.

    The trucker gave us both a hot kiss and wished us well, saying he needed to make up some lost time. We wished him well and watched as he headed back to his rig. We decided to hang out for a while and see if anyone else came back.

    About fifteen minutes later we heard leaves crunc and twigs snap as someone approached. To let them know that we were looking for action, Buck dropped and began gently sucking my cock. A moment later the guy came into the clearing.

    We would have been shocked since he was a state cop in full uniform but put us at ease was the fact that his hard cock was jutting out the front of his pants.

    Walking up to us, he smiled and casually dropped and as he swallowed my cock, he began rubbing Buck’s crotch. Buck extracted his hard cock and the officer began alternating back and forth between us. After moment he stopped and as he stood up. He asked, “Is that your motor home parked out in the rest area?”

    “Yes, it is,” I replied. “Why?”

    “Let’s go there. I can’t be seen back here to often.”

    Buck and I returned to the motor home and moments later the state cop joined us.

    “I just radioed in that I’m taking my meal break so we have about a half hour,” hew said.

    “What did you have in mind?” Buck asked.

    “For the last two weeks my wife and I have been on vacation at her parents lake house. I haven’t been able to play at all, and I need to get double fucked. You two up to it?”

    “You better fucking believe it,” I answered.

    “Great!” he replied as he began removing his gun belt and pants. “I’m Brad.”

    We introduced ourselves as we stripped naked, and he said how much he loved two cocks in his ass at the same time.

    He had us get into position so that our cocks were together and our heads in opposite directions. Then, as we held our cocks together, Brad began to lower himself on them ad we watched as they both disappeared up his ass at the same time.

    As he rode us, he said how great it felt and that if he couldn’t get two cocks, he loved to get fisted instead. We asked when he started getting double fucked and he said it was when he was a jailer with the sheriff’s department. He said there were a couple of inmates that he had sex with and one night they forced him to sit on their cocks and he loved it.

    It wasn’t long until we filled his ass with our loads and after pulling off, he sucked our cocks clean. As he dressed,. We asked if he got much cock while working, and he smiled broadly as he said, “It’s amazing what guys will do to avoid a ticket.”

    He left, and without putting anything on, we headed down the road, both of us totally naked. We found a small truck stop and pulled in and went to sleep.

    We knew that we’d be in Pendleton the next afternoon and we both admitted that it had been an awesome trip. Buck still had two weeks before he had to report and I told him that I had no where to go so we would spend them together.

    We found a nude beach that had camping spots and parked the motor home. With neither of us having been out to a public beach nude, wee were nervous at first but soon relaxed seeing the other men around us totally naked.

    On our third day there, Buck said he remembered his supervisor at his last assignment had told him to look up a Captain Baker.

    “Is there a particular reason?” I asked, suspecting that sex was involved.

    “As a matter of fact there is,” he replied. “My previous Captain and I were having regular sex and he said I might enjoy spending time with Captain Baker.”

    Buck picked up his cell phone and called the base and asked to speak with Captain Drew Baker. Once on the line, Buck told the captain that he was due to report in a few weeks, but got into town early. He told him about his previous captain and that he suggested that Buck contact him. He told him where we were camped and gave him his phone number. The captain said he would be in touch.

    The next evening as we sat nude outside the motor home watching the sun set, a man in his early thirties walked up wearing shorts and a tee shirt. I looked up at his muscular physique and asked, “May I help you?”

    “You just might,” he began. “I’m looking for a Sgt. Williams. He’s a marine that is supposed to be camping with a friend in a motor home like this one.”

    “I’m Sgt. Williams,” Buck replied. “Would you be Capt. Baker?”

    “That I am, but in situations like this and we’re alone, feel free to call me Drew.”

    “Feel free to join us,” I said. “I’m Mark Rivers.”

    “Well, Buck, from what Steve Miller told me, your discretion is nothing I should worry about. He said you are someone I should get to know.”

    Smiling, Buck said, “And I feel the same way about Mark here.”

    “Well, in that case,” Drew began, “I think I would like to get comfortable,” and with that, he stood and removed his tee shirt revealing a muscular hairy chest and small waist before quickly dropping his shorts, revealing that he was commando.

    I handed him a cold beer, and after I did, he said, “Steve said that you were going to thumb your way out here. It appears that you only got one ride, since you’re here this early.”

    Smiling, Buck said, “And it was an awesome trip.”

    I looked at Drew and said, “If you two would like to talk privately and get to know each other, the motor home is all yours.”

    “Thanks,” Drew replied. “I think that’s a great idea.”

    The two of them headed inside and I enjoyed looking at the cocks walking nearby. After about twenty minutes, I heard Buck call out, “Hey, Mark, get in here.”

    I got up and stepped inside, only to find Drew on his hands and knows and Buck fucking ass. When Buck saw me he said, “He want’s you in his mouth.” I knelt down and Drew quickly swallowed my stiffening cock. Then as we kissed, Buck and I climaxed at the same time.

    Then as Buck and I kissed and fondled each other. Drew gave us both a full body tongue bath licking every inch of our bodies. We noticed that he concentrated on licking and tongue fucking our ass holes.

    As he left, Drew kissed Buck and said “You’re going to do great here at Pendleton.” We told him to stop by any night he was free. He did stop by numerous times before Buck had to report.

    Buck and I had one last awesome sex filled night before I dropped him off at the front gate to Pendleton. Having exchanged addresses and phone numbers, we vowed to keep in touch.

    I headed back home and decided to go by my son’s college and spend a few days with him. I kept questioning myself, wondering if I should ‘come out’ to him or not. Would he accept it or say he never wanted to see me again?

    After four days and twice as many men, I arrived in the college town where my son lived and found a truck stop and parked for the night. It was a Friday and I figured he had gone out for the night. I went in and had dinner and returned to the motor home, before checking out the place and seeing which drivers I thought might play.

    As I stepped out of the motor home t begin my search, I froze momentarily, looking close at the young man and trucker I saw walking across the lot. As they approached the rig. I moved to where I had a better view and watched as they climbed up into the cam,hen both disappeared behind the privacy curtain. To verify what I had seen, I checked the lot. As expected, there was my sons car, and it verifies that I had seen my son climb up into the truck , and there was only one reason for him to do so.

    I watched and roughly forty five minutes later, I saw my son climb down from the rig and head for his car. A moment later, I saw the trucker climbing down and followed him into the truck stop. He went into the game room and started playing one of the pinball machines.

    I stepped up and started watching and we acknowledged each other and after a moment when no one was near, I casually said, “I saw that young man climbing down from your rig. How was he?”

    Glaring at me, he asked, “What the fuck are you insinuating?”

    “Hey, it’s cool. I’m here looking for the same thing, if your interested in more.”

    “I’ll say this, you sure are a forward son of a bitch. You like to, uh, play?”

    “Do I ever, and if you’re interested, I’m in that motor home out in the front lot. You probably don’t want the other drivers watching you take too many guys to your rig.”

    “You’re right there,” he replied. “Lead the way.”

    We walked out to the motor home and climbed in and locked the door. As we undressed, I asked how the kid was.

    “He was fucking unreal, I’ve been with older guys that weren’t as experienced as he is. He wants to get together again tomorrow after I unload and before I pull out.”

    “I’d like to see what he’s like. Would you like a three way?” I asked.

    “Hell yea!” he replied. “I love getting double fucked and would love to have you both in me at the same time.”

    Noticing the wedding band on his left hand, I asked, “Does the wife know you play?”

    “Oh, yes,” he replied. We’re swingers and when I’m home we have sex with other couples. Sometimes we men fuck each others wife but mostly us guys have sex together while the women have sex together. My wife loves watching me with another man especially if I’m getting fucked.”

    We started kissing and making out when he whispered in my ear, “Fist fuck me. I can usually take it to the elbow.”

    He got on all fours and after lubing my fist and arm I made my entry very easily. It was obvious that he was experienced. As I worked my fist in deeper, he said, “Getting fisted makes me shoot huge loads. I hope your hungry.”

    “I’ll eat all you can produce,” I replied. As my arm disappeared up to my elbow, he said he could tell I was experienced at fisting and it was making him horny a hell which meant a huge cum load for me to eat.

    When he said he couldn’t hold back any longer, I removed my fist from his ass and as he lay on his back I swallowed his rock hard cock just seconds before it exploded, feeding me a huge monster load of delicious thick cum. I had never been fed a load that large, and I loved it.

    He then sucked me off slow and lovingly and it felt great. Then, before leaving he spent almost half an hour tongue fucking my hole and lucking my cock and balls. The said the young man, who he only knew as Clay, was supposed to call him at half past five the following day to see if they could meet.

    “Tell him you have arranged for a three way and to meet you at your rig. Then walk him over here. The door will be unlocked so come on in and get naked. I‘ll be watching, and after you have time to get naked and get started, I’ll join you.”

    “What ever you want. I’m just looking forward to having both your cocks up my ass at the same time,” he replied. “My name’s Tom.
    “I guess we should at least know each others first name. I’m Mark,” I replied. Then added, “That young man you had sex with is my son.”

    “What? Your son?” he exclaimed.

    “Yes,” I answered. “I had no idea he played until I saw him with you entering your rig. Then, after you said how awesome he was, I decided to use you to let him know I played also. I hope you don’t mind.”

    “Don’t mind? I fucking can’t wait,” he said, smiling.

    “I just have one request. All I asked is that you don’t say anything to him about meeting me until after I join you two.”

    Tom agreed and said that he couldn’t wait to have sex with a father and son pair. He returned to his rig to get some sleep and I began to cruise the lot and restroom.

    I did manage to hook up wit a pair of team drivers who happened to be brothers. They were married to sisters who were bi also and played. As one sucked my cock, the other pulled out his cell phone and called his wife who was visiting her sister, as they watched the two men suck my cock, I got to watch them eat each others pussy.

    At two instances later, I met drivers that just wanted to get sucked dry and that was fine with me. One was in his forties and the other in is early sixties, and both had big delicious loads.

    I slept late the following morning and was awakened by a knock on my door. When I answered it, a hot muscular man probably in his mid thirties asked, “Is your name Mark?”

    “Yes, it is. Is something wrong?” I asked.

    “Not at all, but Tom said you might like some company this morning. We drive for the same company. I’m Sam.”

    “Well, in that case come on in and get comfortable while I start some coffee.

    As I started for the coffee maker, Sam entered and as soon as the door was closed and latched, he began removing his clothes. As he removed his shirt, revealing a hot hairy chest with a Marine tattoo on his left breast, I dropped my shorts.

    He quickly finished undressing before stepping over to me and dropping to his knees, quickly swallowing my half hard cock. As he did, I said, “Let me piss first.”

    He paused and shook his head no and said, “Let me have it.”

    I let the flow begin and he hungrily drank every drop before starting to suck my cock. After a moment, I stopped him and led him to the bed, and as we lay down he said, “It’s been three days since I was with a hot stud. I’m horny as hell.”

    We got into a sixty-nine and took our time sucking each other, but as the loads built up and we both headed for the pentacle of ecstasy, we sucked each other with more determination. It wasn’t long before we both reached our apex and violently fed each other out load.

    After milking each other dry, Sam looked at me and said, “Tom was right. You are fucking hot as hell.” then as he dressed he said, “He told me to let you know he’d be here right at five thirty, and everything was on schedule, what ever that means.”

    “I know what it means, and thank you for the pleasure and for delivering the message.” I kissed him farewell and watched as he walked to his rig and climbed in.

    The day just crawled by and I saw several truckers I’d love to get in bed, but I restrained myself, saving it for my son. At five fifteen, I walked to the café and waited. Tom arrived and said that Clay had called him and said he’d be here shortly before six. At five-forty, Tom walked to the motor home and climbed in, he said he wanted to be naked for Clay when he arrived.

    A while later, I saw Clay pull into the parking lot, park and head to the motor home. My heart raced as I waited a few minutes before heading over to join them. I had dressed only in shorts and tee shirt.

    I stepped up to the door, and as silently as possible, turned the knob and as the door began to open I quickly opened it and hurried in. the look on Clay’s face was one of shock and terror as he said “Dad?” while trying to hide his nudity.

    “It’s okay, Clay. You’re not in any trouble,” I said as I quickly began removing my two items of clothing. “I saw you going to and leaving Tom’s rig last night and realized we like the same thing.”

    It was when I dropped my shorts, that Clay noticed my rock hard cock. “Son, after you left I let Tom now that I knew what happened between you tow but didn’t tell him you were my son. It was after we had sex that I told him who you were and asked him to get you back here so could let you know I love man sex also.”

    “Clay,” Tom began, “your dad told me how much he loves you and we both agree that this is the best way to show that love. I’m going to sit out for a while and let you two get to know each other better.”

    With that, Tom got up and sat in a chair as I climbed into the bed next to my son and kissed him passionately. He was resistant at first but soon was kissing me in return even offering his tongue and accepting mine.

    I quickly moved down to his left nipple then his right, licking and sucking them gently before moving to my objective, his cock.

    As I swallowed it balls deep, he moaned softly and said, “Mother Fuck! I’m not believing this.”

    I changed positions, giving him access to my cock if he wanted it. A moment later, I felt his hot wet mouth engulf my tool and knowing it was my son sent chills through my body. I couldn’t believe I was engaging in such a hot and sensual sixty-nine with my own son.

    It wasn’t long before we both climaxed and devoured each others creamy love juice. After swallowing, we kissed again and Clay said, “I can’t believe I just sucked off my own dad and ate his cum.”

    “Well, how so you think I feel? I did the same thing to my son,” I said.

    “Well,” Tom began, “I watched a dad and son enjoy each other for the first time and I’m about to blow my wad. Who want’s it?”

    “I want to watch you take it, Dad, then kiss me and share it.”

    I took Tom’s cock in my mouth just seconds before it erupted with my son watching and once I had him drained, I turned to Clay and we kissed passionately swishing the load back and forth between our mouths before we each swallowed a portion of it.

    Tom smiled at us and said, “If either of you is interested, I called in sick so I’ll be staying here all day and night tomorrow.”

    “Fucking awesome!” Clay exclaimed. “We have tonight and all day tomorrow and tomorrow night to play. I can’t wait to have you both take turns fucking me.”

    “Well, young man, your dad gets first dibs on all sex.,” Tom said sternly.

    “Well, I just sucked him off while you watched so why not suck you off and let him watch?” Clay said.

    “Sounds good to me,” I replied. “I’d like to see my son in action.”

    Immediately, Clay got between Tom’s legs and began to lovingly suck his cock. It felt strange yet exciting to watch my own son suck another man’s cock. After eating Tom’s load, Clay kissed me and said, “I can’t wait to feel you in my ass as you fuck me. Just let me know when your ready.”

    Then, after kissing me he said, “This is the happiest day of my life, having sex with the man I love.”

    We slowed down and rested when Clay asked me how and when I got started. I was honest and said old him, that I was fifteen and two of my buds and I got high on wine and we took turns sucking each other and that although they didn’t continue, I did, mostly with older teens and men at a local deserted park.

    He said he did it on a dare and found he liked doing it and eating the tasty reward. I asked if I knew anyone that he had engaged in sex with and he smiled and said his football coach and a guy that worked for me.

    When he described him I knew who it was. He was a hot muscular red-headed kid that I would have liked to have taken to bed but he was a little too young for me. He had been hired for summer work doing clean-up around the job sites.

    After a while of general conversation, Clay looked a me and said, “Dad, I want you to fuck me.”

    “I’d like that,” I replied, adding , “but you have to fuck me afterwards.”

    “With pleasure,” my son replied.

    Tom spoke up and said, “I want to watch you fuck each other and if you will let me I want to suck the loads out of each others ass afterward.”

    I looked at Clay and he smiled and said, “I’ll agree but we have to be able to watch him get fucked and we get to suck the loads out of his ass.”

    “How can I refuse such an offer,” Tom replied. Grinning from ear to ear. “But I do want you to each fuck me separately but later I want you two to double fuck me. I want you both buried in my hole at the same time.”

    “We’d love nothing better,” I replied.

    We flipped a coin to see whoever got fucked first and I won. I said I wanted my son to fuck me first. Moments later, I was on my back with my knees pulled up to my chest and Clay was finishing applying lube to his cock and my hole.

    Seconds later, he began his entry and it felt awesome. “Once the head is in, go in balls deep in one quick motion,” I told him.

    A moment later I felt the head pop in and suddenly he had his cock buried in my ass and it felt awesome. He leaned forward and kissed me and afterward I asked, “How’s that daddy ass feel?”

    “Fucking awesome!” he exclaimed. “I think it’s the best ass I ever fucked.” Then looking over at Tom, he said, “Sorry, but yours is second best.”

    “I wouldn’t expect it to be any other way,” Tom replied.

    As clay fucked my ass, we kissed passionately and before long he announced that he was close. An instant later his cock exploded and I could feel his cream fill my insides. He collapsed onto my chest, then kissed me before pulling out.

    As Clay rolled to the side, Tom buried his face in my ass and began sucking Clay’s cum out of me, saying how delicious it was. Once he had cleaned me out, he sat up and said “I’m ready for the second course.”

    Clay was immediately on his back and his legs pulled up waiting fir my entry. After the necessary preparations, I made my entry as he said how awesome it felt to have his dad fucking him. It wasn’t long before I was over the hill and filled my sons ass with my load.

    After a hot kiss, he smiled and said, “That’s the best fuck I’ve ever had.” And about that time Tom dove in and sucked my load out. We decided to take a break and dressed minimally to go into the café for something to drink.

    After a half hour of picking out the guys we thought would and would not play, we went back to the motor home and as soon as we were naked, Tom said, “Now, it’s my turn to get fucked by both of you.”

    We lay down with our hips shoved together and our heads in opposite directions and after getting lubed up, Tom had us hold our cocks together and after he got into position, he gently sat down slowly but steadily taking both our cocks up his ass as far as possible, moaning softly in pleasure.

    ‘It’s been a while since I was double fucked and I sure have missed it.”

    “Maybe we can work something out,” I said as he looked at me questioningly.

    A short while later, Clay and I both climaxed and filled Tom’s ass with our loads. Then after he pulled off we both began licking up the cum as it dried out of him, kissing and sharing what we licked up.

    All too soon, our time was up and we had to go our separate ways. Tom went back on the road, Clay returned to campus and I headed home. The following weekend, Clay came home which he seldom did, and we had fun, just the two of us.

    Then, the following week when I called Tom just to tell him how much we had enjoyed our time with him, he informed me that his wife had filed for divorce and he was having to move out.

    “Did she find out about your life on the road?” I asked.

    “No, thank goodness or she’d have me by the balls. She said she fell out of love with me and in love with her boss. I guess I’ll be living out of my truck from now on.”

    “No you won’t. Don’t ask questions. Just go in and quit your job and come see me. I need a good shipping superintendent. And you can make s a run or two occasionally if you want to.”

    “Just give me a week. What’s your address?”

    I gave him my office address, and said when he arrived, to see the lady at the front desk. I’ll give her your name and she will be expecting you. What’s your last name, Tom?”

    “Jacobs,” he replied. “It will be about a week.”

    “See you then,” I said, and hung up.

    I then called Clay and asked what he thought about transferring to the college here in town at mid semester. He said he would love it if I didn’t mind. I told him it would be nice to be seeing him on a daily basis, and I’d get him an apartment if he preferred that.

    He moved home and I introduced him to Steve Miller, a hot 20 year old carpenter that worked for me. We had a few hot three ways and I got them an apartment to share.

    Tom quit his job and came down and started out delivering materials locally and was home with me nightly. I eventually made him my shipping manager and he and I as well as Clay and Steve, had some hot weekend trips.

    Tom and I are now partners in life as are Steve and Clay. But when we’re together it’s one for all and all for one. We have sex with whoever is available. None of us have any limits. We all suck, fuck, get sucked, get fucked, rim, eat cum out of each others ass, and drink each others piss.

    Buck Williams, the marine that rode to Pendleton with me visits whenever he can. And Brad Davis, the state cop I hooked up with also visits. We love making him wear his uniform to have sex.

    All in all, we keep each other sexually satisfied and enjoy doing it. We’re always looking for new ‘recruits’.