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The Real First Time

This story came to me when I was talking to my wife about losing our virginities. I started thinking about way back before I even got involved in trying to get into a girl’s pair of panties.  I had forgotten about the real first time I had sex. Yeah, wow! I thought. I lost my virginity to a boy. And not just any boy. As I remember he was hot.

It started off when I was quite young.  I was an early bloomer when it came to doing sexual things and knowledge of how things worked, but my body didn’t catch up to me for quite a while. Although I was really horny at an early age, I was always really skinny and had a big shock of blonde hair that I got teased for. I was called Blondie or Toe Head. But nothing fazed me much on that level. What I really didn’t like being called was “bones” or “skinny” on account of how skinny I was.  I wanted to get some muscle on me. I loved the look of muscular men. I remember looking at the back of the comic books in those Charles Atlas ads. I wanted a body like that.

Although I really liked the way muscular men looked, it never occurred to me that I felt an attraction for muscular men until that night when I had a sleep over with my best friend. He asked if his older brother could stay over. My friend, Ricky, had an older brother that we would hang out with from time to time. Ricky was a bit younger than me but Billy his brother was about my age.

Billy was more manly-like than I was. He had the start of some muscle and the girls really liked him. He even started to get facial hair and the trail to treasure way before I was sprouting hair around my nasty bits. Billy could be fun at times. He was a bit standoffish but when he wanted to do something his enthusiasm would want you to do it too.

Bill and I were getting giddy with lack of sleep that night and didn’t want to turn in but Ricky; his younger brother, had fallen asleep on the couch in my family’s living room. I knew I would have to get up early and get his ass out of there ‘cause my mum treated our living room like a museum. And us kids weren’t  supposed to be in there at all much less sleeping in there. Billy, (or what Ricky and I called him Wild Bill) and I pulled our sleeping bags into my families makeshift family room for the night. Really this was the garage next to the kitchen in my parent’s little condo. Everyone else had long gone to bed upstairs.

So alone in the family room,  Billy and I sat on top of our sleeping bags talking late into the night about girls that we would like to fuck. After a while he asked me point blank if I’d ever done anything with a guy. I looked at him and sneered, “Really? What kind of guy do you think I am?” He calmly said that he’d always thought that I was cute and that a lot of guys would really want to fuck me. I thought this over since I’d always thought it’d be a long time until I hooked up with a girl, but I never thought about a guy.

 Right at that moment he kissed me. I drew back, but his hand pulled my neck back toward him and I felt his tongue go into my mouth and instantly my cock sprang to life. After a bit, he let go of me and I stammered.

”What’d you do that for?”

He said, as he gently rubbed my hardened cock in the front of my PJs, “Hmm, it looks like you’re not too objectionable”.

Billy kneeled up on his sleeping bag and pulled his PJ pants down and his cock sprung up at me and he said in a husky voice, “You wanta suck my dick?” then licked his lips.

I felt like I was in a fog and couldn’t believe what was going on here, then remembered this is why Ricky and I called him his brother Wild Bill.  But now I was thinking he should be called, “Crazy Bill”.

“No, I don’t want to suck your dick; I can’t believe you kissed me.”

“Let me show you something”, Bill says and reaches over and pulls down my PJ pants in one fell swoop. I put my hands over my cock and balls and squelched a little trying to hide. “What are you doing?”

Billy proceeds to kiss from my chest down to my hands. And as I stopped moving away from him, he gently removes my hands from my engorged dick and breathes in my fragrance.

“Yeah, you smell good.” Billy says.

He puts the head of my cock in his mouth and sucks it a bit and then cups my balls with one hand and starts to stroke my dick up and down with the other hand while sucking on just the head of my cock.

I almost pass out due to the pleasure he’s giving me. (This feels so much better than the inside of a worn out sock that I’d been fucking for the last 6 and a half months.)

After a bit, I feel like I’m about to lose control and Billy stops and says,” Now it’s my turn”.

I shake my head at first but then I can’t think of any other reason not to try this since it felt so fucking good to me. So I bend down and lightly kiss the head of his cock. I notice right way that his dick is way bigger than mine and he’s covered in thick pubic hair. Even his balls are bigger than mine. I cup them in my hand and squeeze them a bit running my tongue up the shaft of his cock. Billy moans and that really turns me on so I grab it like I would my own when I jack off. I stoke him a bit and some precum dribbles out of the tip of his cock. I wipe it off with my wrist and continue to stroke his member. I don’t pull on his cock too long though ‘cause I don’t want him to cum all over my face while I’m down there. I’ve seen this in some still pictures on woman and it looks like a mess.

I lift my head and Bill looks at me and says, “Do you want to fuck my ass?”

I’ve never thought that a guy, much less my best friends older brother would be sexually enticing, but I’m thinking, shit, Billy’s fucking hot, I’ll give it a try.

“Sure,” I squeaked, “But I’ve never done anything like this before”.

“Well, of course, me neither. But I’m so fucking horny… I want to do fuck”.

Billy flipped over on his chest and tells me to get up onto his back and line my stiff cock up with his butthole.

I could feel his hot puckered hole under my dick but it wasn’t going to go in no matter how hard I pushed.

“Spit on it, spit on your hand and rub it up into my ass”.

Although I had just sucked on his dick it still seemed like it was too “out there” to touch his asshole so I spit on my hand and rubbed it on my dick. I spit on his hols and pushed my thumb in a tiny bit thinking that would be enough to lube him up. Aligning my cock up to his hairy hole I pushed but it still wouldn’t go into his ass.

“You know… can I try you?” He said as he slightly turned over.

“Well, um, Yeah I guess so” I said with out really knowing the full jest of what I was agreeing to.

“Here, turn over and lay down on your sleeping bag but put your butt in the air.”

I did as he told me and he pushed my legs further apart and put his legs up between mine to fit his dick right up against my hole. He spit on my ass and rubbed some onto his cock and tried to push up into me.

“Ow! No! No, Don’t! That hurts Billy, Stop!” I said.

“Hmmm, Fuck! Do your parents have anything that is really slippery?”, He said.

I turned over and looked up at him,”Well, whatever might be in the kitchen”.

The next thing I know Billy and I are looking in the pantry for anything that maybe used as a lubricant. At one time we bash into each other and he nearly knocks me over but grabs me quickly to stop me from falling down by half of an ass cheek. He leaves his hand clutching my ass and says, “God, I want to fuck so bad. He whispers to me. “And your ass is so fucking fine”.

This makes me smile because I’ve never thought of myself as sexually attractive in anyway shape or form. Now I know, I can be attractive to hunky young males.

Billy looks into my eyes with half my ass in his hand and I think he’s going to kiss me again and then it comes to me… Butter!

I walk out of the pantry open the fridge and grab a stick and show Bill our solution.

Back to our sleeping bags with a shit ton of paper towels, I lay face down and Billy grabs a bit of butter and rubs it up into my ass with his fingers. The feeling is chilly, weird, and slimy and makes me fucking horny with anticipation.

Billy slathers some butter on the tip and length of his cock and lays down over me grabbing his cock head and pushing up and down my ass crack feeling for my pink puckered hole.

“Oh, there it is”, As he pushes a bit into me. I’m blown away how lubricant can make this whole thing really work. And it does, it feels like the head of his cock actually fits into me.

After pushing just that bit of cock into me, my inner ring stops him from going any further and I tell him to hold on a bit. But in typical Wild Bill fashion he says” OK “, and then pushes up into me forcibly and I almost come unglued due to the pressure and pain he’s putting on my back door.

“Fuck!” I yelp out between clenched teeth.

“Shit I’m almost half the way inside you, Cool”, Bill moans cluelessly.

“No it’s not fucking cool, you idiot!. This hurts. Get off of me”, I say hoarsely.

“Wait! WAIT a minute”, Bill says, ” Just give it a minute… and you’ll get used to it, then it’ll feel incredible”.

Bill stops moving and low and behold the wild man is right. I start to feel OK about the pressure inside of me.

A matter of fact it starts to kind of feel better than just OK, just a full feeling, kind of weird, but good.

I move my butt around to get the whole feeling of his cock and the girth in there.

“I’m going to start to move a in and out a little, OK?”  He moves real gently and I push my ass up a bit and… yeah, it does feel pretty damn good. He’s only moving a little bit at a time but it’s really hitting something inside me that’s starting to make my dick get hard again.

Billy starts to push harder and he’s making manly grunting noises which are turning me on.

Just then he pulls out and I feel a complete emptiness that I want filled up again.

He says, “I think we need a little more butter.”

 “Hey, I was starting to get into that. Put your dick back into me”

”Ha!” “Yeah, I knew you’d like cock in your ass, I just knew it. You’re a cock slut!” Then he smirks and says, “Wow! This smells good.” Billy remounts me and starts to push into me deeper. “I didn’t think your ass would smell that good. Maybe next time I should eat your ass out!”

“Gross, I think to myself”, and shake my head back and forth wondering what a dolt Billy is.

Billy is really pushing his buttery big cock up deep inside me and I’m pushing back at him to see if I can get his full length into me. God, it feels so sexy and slutty.

With his cock buried deeper and deeper in my ass,  I start to make moaning noises. It’s almost like it’s coming from someone else but it just feels so fucking good. I push back into him even harder and he starts to hump a bit deeper into me on his thrusts. I can feel that he’s fully in my ass now. All the way up to his pubes.

Wild Bill starts to live up to his name and says, “Fuck yeah”! As he pushes into me harder and harder, holding my hips with both hands so he can plow into me as hard as he wants. There’s a sticky sound due to all the butter we used but neither one of us cares. We‘re both lost in the complete passion of the moment.

“God, this is good. I knew your ass would be nice and tight to fuck.” Billy’s leaning into me growling in my ear with his heavy breathing sounding like some kind of animal in heat. I myself was trying not to moan too loud as he pushed faster and faster, again and again into my upturned ass.

“Oh, Fuck I think I’m going to cum. Shit!!!” He says.  I’m still blown away by the sensations that I feel inside my ass and then Wild Bill pumps rope after rope of hot cum into me and I can feel him loading me up with his cum. It’s weird and yet fucking hot. It makes me let loose and I cum onto the sleeping bag below me with just the sleeping bag rubbing on my dick.

After this we were so fucking spent that we fell asleep on the outside of our sleeping bags and in the early morning we rolled up our bags with butter and dried cum everywhere only getting into trouble by my parents for letting Ricky crash in the forbidden living room.

I had my last fancy waffle before we checked out and I had never seen so many berries and cherries on one breakfast plate before. I loved it.

My phone was fully charged by the time we left our room so I was sure that it would last the whole ride back. I found myself catching up on Facebook posts, e-mails, and messages on the way home. I had a few texts from my friends and a colorful set from Cassy. I told her that she was more than welcome for the photo and that I was looking forward to seeing it in the frame she made to house it in. Her floating hearts kept me happy as I opened a game that I hadn’t played since we left home.

“Want to get out and stretch your legs or use the bathroom?” Dad asked me. I looked up and saw as the car turned off the highway and drove towards a rest stop. The sign said that there was a gas station, a Wendy’s, a subway, and a Taco Bell.

“Sure,” I said as I fished around the seat for the power cord for my phone. I might as well charge it for the few minutes I wasn’t using it. Fifteen minutes later I was walking back to the car with a pineapple slushie, a few bags of barbeque pop chips, and a trip to the bathroom under my belt.

Dad was right behind me with his own drink from the fountain and a box of something that was covered in chocolate.

“How much longer until we get home?” I asked between putting down my drink and opening one of the bags once we were back in the car, buckled in, and moving once again.

“An hour or so,” Dad informed me after he navigated his way back onto the highway. With the music playing, the windows partially rolled down, and amidst food and drinks, we made our way home.

I was about to win a level on Candy Crush when I got a text. It was Kent.

Hey, he said.

Hey, I quickly answered back as I moved my game to the background and fully opened my messaging app.

Are you home yet? Kent asked.

Just about. We made a stop about an hour ago, I told him.

You didn’t send me your address, he reminded me.

Sorry, I told him before typing up my address and sending it in the next bubble. Then he sent me his. I was reading it when he sent a follow-up message. But I didn’t look at it as I read the address over again. I didn’t believe it. Then I read his next message before I started to think of typing anything.

Can you swing by on your way home? Kent asked me. Swing by?

“Dad,” I said before I looked up at him.

“Yeah,” he answered as he slowed down at a stoplight.

“Kent wants me to come to his house,” I told him.

“When?” Dad asked as he continued to look at the light.

“Now,” I told him.

“Now?” he asked me with some confusion in his eyes as he looked in my direction. I was handing him my phone so he could see the text when the car behind us honked letting us know that the light had changed. Dad drove past the intersection and for about a block and a half before he pulled off to the curb. “Give me your phone,” Dad told me as he extended his hand.

He took a while looking at it, so he must have been reading everything and not just Kent’s last text. Dad gave me back my phone before he pulled his out of its holder on the dashboard. It took a while before he held it to his ear. I then watched in surprise as he unbuckled himself and got out of the car.

My eyes followed him as he walked to the back of the car while he talked to whoever he called. I’m sure it was Kent but I didn’t hear a word of what was being said. The song that was playing when Dad got out of the car ended, and I was listening to the forecast for the next five days when he got back in.

“Do you want to go see Kent?” Dad asked as he buckled himself in.

“I think so,” I started. “Yes,” I answered again. Dad looked at me as if he was silently questioning my answer. “Did you know he lived in our neighborhood?” I asked him as I still worked through the shock.

“I didn’t know where any of the guys lived,” he confessed. “You still have projects to finish for school right?” was his next question for me a moment later.

“Yeah,” I told him as I slumped down in my seat. “One is a research paper, but I already started it. I have a worksheet for Pre-Calculus and some required reading for world culture,” I explained.

“Ok,” Dad said while he was looking out the window. “You can go to see Kent now for about two hours, or you can go home, get some of that work done and then spend the night at Kent’s and have him drop you off at home on his way in to work,” Dad ended as he now turned to look at me again. I looked down at my phone that I was still holding on to.

I pressed my thumb to the button on the back to unlock the screen. I looked at my text window with Kent and made my decision.

I have to go home first. I need to do some school work, I told him in my first text. Is it ok if I come by later and spend the night? Dad said that it was ok. I then explained.

We both sat there as I waited for his answer, but it didn’t take long.

Ok, the first bubble said. How about I pick you up around nine? Kent then asked.

“Is nine ok?” I asked Dad.

“It depends on how much you have done by then,” he answered. I checked the time. It wasn’t two yet, so I think I would have at least one if not two of them done by then.

Yeah, nine sounds good, I texted back. I’ll let you know if I need more time. I added on.

Ok. See you tonight then, was his reply.

“So what did you decide?” Dad asked as I texted See you later, to Kent.

“Homework, then I’ll spend the night at Kent’s and he’s going to come get me at nine,” I answered him. “I should have one if not two of them done by then,” I continued.

“Ok,” Dad said as he started the car back up again and drove us home. I texted Cassy to let her know that I won’t be able to see her today. She texted back that she was busy with her pre-cal work anyway.

* * *

I looked up at the clock and read seven forty-eight. I finished my research paper around six and I was now reading through the required pages for world culture class. I had two more assigned sets to read. I reached for my drink as I continued to read.

There are seven elements to every culture. Social organization, customs and traditions, religion, arts and literature, forms of government, and economic systems.

I checked the block of pages that I had to read and then read on for the next fifteen pages. I checked off that set and moved on to the next one.

Culture regions have changed as they have borrowed cultural traits from one another. They have also come to depend on each other economically. Advances in transportation and communication have increased this interdependence. When oil-producing nations in the Middle East raise the price of oil, for example, the price of gasoline at your local station is likely to rise. More and more, people of different countries are becoming part of one world.

I closed the book and checked off the last set of pages that were on my list. I couldn’t guarantee that I would remember everything, but I did read it. Now all I had to-

“Fuck!” I shouted as I glanced at the clock again. It was nine-thirty-three. “Dad!” I shouted as I left my room. “I need my phone!” I shouted again as I hurried down the hall. He took it from me to make sure that I wouldn’t get distracted. “I need to call Kent-t,” I said as I stuttered to a stop in the living room. There was Kent. Sitting on the couch watching the news and drinking a beer next to my Dad. They both turned and looked at me as I just stared back.

“Are you finished?” Dad asked.

“Yeah,” I said as I looked between the two of them. “I just have Pre-Calculus to do tomorrow,” I admitted.

“Alright then,” Dad said as he stood with Kent. “I was hoping that you would have finished before nine, so I ordered pizza,” he told me as he walked towards the kitchen. “You can take this one with you,” Dad said as he came back with a box. I tried to hide my grin. “What?” he asked.

“Kent’s a pizza snob,” I told him as I laughed at the Domino’s pizza box. Dad looked from me to him.

“I can eat Domino’s,” Kent said with a shrug. “Besides, I don’t think anyone else is open and I’m not that good of a cook,” he told Dad as he reached out for the box.

“Ok then,” Dad said as he handed over our dinner. “It doesn’t matter what time you bring Richard home. He has a key and doesn’t have school for another day,” Dad told Kent as he leaned against the door frame that separated the dining room from the living room.

“Ok,” Kent said.

“I’m going to get my keys and stuff,” I told them as I turned to go back to my room. A few minutes later I had a bag over my shoulder with a change of clothes, a charger for my phone, my wallet, and keys. “Ready,” I said as I came back out.

“Your phone is on the coffee table,” Dad said as he watched me enter the room again. Kent moved in the direction of the front door as I retrieved my phone.

“Got it,” I told my Dad as I pocketed my cell.

“See you Later,” Dad said from the same spot in the doorway. He hadn’t moved, but I wasn’t gone that long. I waved at him as I followed Kent out the front door.

The party lasted until the early hours of the morning. The mood was amazing and everyone seemed to leave in a much happier mood than when they arrived. More than a few people crashed at our place, with bodies on blankets and mattresses strewn across our three bedrooms. Max slept in my bed with me.

It was remarkably intimate. Up until now this had been just a hookup. It still was, I think.  But as I stirred awake midmorning, the rest of the house completely dead to the world, I noticed his arms wrapped around me tightly, as though I were a dream from which he was scared of waking. I was thirsty, so I unfurled myself from his arms, slipped on my thong which lay next to my bed, and snuck out of the room. 

Aside from a few discarded cups and bottles, the hallway wasn’t too messy. But I was dreading seeing the state the kitchen was in. As I walked down the hallway, I heard movement in the kitchen up ahead. I must not be the only one awake, I thought, suddenly wishing I had more clothes on. I peered round the corner, in case it was someone I didn’t know well enough to be seen in in just a thong.

It was Dean, my flatmate. And he wasn’t alone. In fact, quite the opposite. 

He was bent over the kitchen island, his back arched, gripping hold of the sink basin for support, as Lewis knelt behind him with his tongue lodged in Dean’s ass. I didn’t know what to do, so I stood there frozen, unable to look away. I have never seen Dean this way, as he was my friend, completely plutonic, but I won’t deny that it was an incredible sight.

Dean’s smooth, slim body bent over, his brown curls falling in his eyes, Lewis’s flawless muscled body knelt behind him, his pink tonguing moving around between Dean’s cheeks.  I could only imagine the pleasure they were both experiencing. 

As I was watching, Lewis stood up and leant forward, kissing Dean passionately before pulling back and spitting on his dick. Oh my fuck. Lewis’ dick was astonishing. It was pretty big, but mostly it was just beautiful. And he had massive balls which must have been heavily with an expectant load. I couldn’t take my eyes off them both as Lewis moved forward and slid himself down to the balls into Dean’s ass. Dean gasped, of course he did, and Lewis slammed a hand across his mouth.

“Careful not to wake the others.” he said quietly but forcefully. 

“It’s a little late for that.” Said a voice from behind me, as Max wandered past me into the kitchen, completely naked. They both looked up and saw Max and I standing there in front of them in the dawn light. There was a pregnant pause, clearly Lewis and Dean were figuring out what to do.  I decided I should take charge of the situation.

“Well done, Dean. I can’t believe you got to him before I had my chance.” I laughed out loud and walked up to the opposite side of where he was bent over the counter. “Lewis, this is a little more than I had in mind when I pointed Dean out to you last night. But I guess it’s hard to control yourself when twinks like him are around. You better treat him well.”

Dean blushed at my words, which was odd, seeing as he still had a big cock lodged in his ass, so there was plenty else to be blushing about. 

“Oh, I’m treating him really well. Better than Max treats you, I’m sure.” He winked at Max.

“Well that’s just bullshit.” Max said in fake outrage.

He then, quick as flash, moved behind me, pushed me across the kitchen island til I was face to face with Dean, and rammed his tongue into my hole. He was relentless, darting his tongue in and out and spanking me the whole while. My pussy was still a little tender from the night before so I responded easily to his perfect rimming.

I looked up and noticed that Lewis had resumed sliding in and out of Dean, Dean’s face contorted into a gasping map of pleasure. I was staring at him when suddenly I felt it. Maxim had rammed his mammoth Brazillian cock deep into my hungry hole. 

“Fuck!” Dean and I both shouted at the same time, each being stuffed by our own studs. 

“Well, these twinks don’t know how to stay quiet, do they, Max?” Said Lewis with a smirk. 

“Seems that way.” Max responded. “I guess they should kiss, to stop them from moaning. 

We didnt need to be asked twice, I lifted my head and slid my tongue into Deans mouth. We had never kissed before, but Dean was passionate and amazing. Groaning into my mouth as Lewis fucked him harder and harder. I couldn’t see what Max was doing behind me, but his hands were ceaseless, caressing every inch of my body as he fucked my pussy raw.

“Wait.” Dean said, pulling away from our kiss. “Seb, man, you have got to try this dick. Let’s swap.”

“Oh fuck yes!” Lewis and Max whispered in unison and swapped sides of the counter.

“You better be ready.” I told Dean, knowing what Max was wielding between his legs. But just as i said it, I was unprepared for what Lewis was giving to me. He poked his head into my hole, slowly at first. Then, when he saw I could take it, he slammed his whole cock deep into me. I put a hand across my mouth to stifle my pleasure screams. It was amazing. 

Dean took Max’s dick like a champ. He seemed to be lowing every inch, every pound, every moment. I did notice that Max seemed to be less hands on with Dean. I had assumed he was just a compassionate lover, but I was beginning to wonder if he was only so tender with me. It was a strange feeling, especially to notice it when I was being railed by another guy.

“Fuck, this cunt is so wet!” Lewis said, gripping my ass cheeks.

“You have me, Jamie, and the twins to thank for that last night. Sebastian is still holding all our loads.”

This seemed to turn him on even more. His dick swelled inside me and I could feel he must be close.

“Oh shit. I think I’m about to add my load to the mix.”

“Like hell you are!” Dean said, suddenly appearing next to us, Max panting behind him. “If anyone is getting your sum, it’s me!”

Lewis turned to Dean, a massive smile on his face. “You absolute cumwhore! I love it.”

He pulled out of me and pushed Dean down onto his knees and began to jerk his rock hard cock an inch from Dean’s lips. “I’m gonna paint your face in my seed.”

Max must have liked the sound of it, because he stood next to Lewis, shoved me to my knees and began to jerk his own dick.  After a few seconds they both shot massive loads all over Dean and I’s faces. Lewis seemed to never stop cumming, and Dean was absolutely coated in his cum. 

Im not sure what took a hold of us, but Dean and I turned to each other, our faces and lips dripping in the loads of these two studs, and we started making out. I could taste Lewis and Max’s cum mixing in our mouth as we kissed. I could hear the men panting as they watched us. When we pulled apart, my lips swollen and my face still covered, Max bent down and picked me up, with my legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed me gently on the lips, a line of his cum lingering on his lip.

“Let’s go back to bed and leave these two to it.” He said as he winked at Lewis and carried me off down the hall. I washed my face in the bathroom and then went back into my room, he was laying on the bed with his arms outstretched. I jumped into them and nestled up next to him.

I have no idea what this is between us, maybe it’s nothing. But if it came with this much mind altering sex, but still this nice moment, I was in.  I only wondered how we would control ourselves in the office on Monday…

To be continued. 

I Wish

I woke up in my own bed that Saturday morning. I snuck back to my room during the middle of the night, after that second pounding with my new uncle. He suggested that I returned to my own bed in case my mother wandered up early and saw my door open or something. 

I didn’t want to leave that huge muscular naked body of his. I felt so comfortable lying there with Kirk, next to him, curled up against him. He was solid and manly, and I seemed to fit around him like a glove. And he seemed to fit inside me even better. 

As soon as my eyes opened, my heart sank, knowing this was Kirk’s final day. He was taking off later, and I still didn’t want him to leave. Even though he convinced me last night that I wasn’t in love with him, I knew I was. And I still wanted to go with him. 

I sat up, listening for sounds of movement. I heard none, so crept into the bathroom to relieve myself and freshen up. I had a quick shower, reluctantly wiping away all smells of my muscled uncle off my tiny 5’3” frame. My cock grew instantly as the thought of Kirk’s little swimmers swirled around inside me. 

I dried myself off and crept back into my bedroom before I heard anyone else moving. As I slowly got dressed, I heard the sound of my bathroom shower turning on. I froze as I stood in my room in just my underwear. Kirk must be already awake and was in the bathroom. 

I opened my door quietly and peered down the hallway and saw my mother and Walt’s bedroom door at the far end still closed. It was only after 7, so I figured I had some time. I knew the bathroom was too noisy for anything to happen, so instead I shut my own door to make it look like I was still asleep and crept into Kirk’s bedroom across the hall. 

Kirk’s bed was unmade and I immediately dove into it, letting my head fall face first into the scrunched pillow and breathed in his smell. Having just turned 19, I didn’t feel at all like a man just yet, barely any hair anywhere on my thin body. But Kirk was all man, and his aroma filled my nostrils immediately, making me instantly hard. I stripped off my underwear and tossed them to the side and pulled the covers up, waiting for my new uncle to return and find me in his bed. 

I rolled over and laid on my back, absent mindedly playing with my balls as I flicked my hard cock against my abs. I did want Kirk, bad. He was everything I wasn’t: big and meaty, muscled and masculine. And boy did he know how to fuck. He kissed like a man in heat, and the feel of his naked body all over me made me shake. I closed my eyes and thought about what it would be like to wake up next to him, to join him in the shower, to tease each other all day long and walk around naked. And to be able to have sex, anytime, anywhere with him.  

I wanted to leave with him. To just escape from everyone and everything. I’d forget about school and just run away with him. I could see myself following him around like a puppy, always wanting to be near him.  

As I lay there snuggled in his bed playing with my cock under the sheets, it just made me hornier for him as I waited for my new uncle. 

I heard the shower turn off and my heart started pumping harder in my chest. I listened carefully to every movement. I heard the tap running, the sound of him brushing his teeth, and the floor shifting as he walked around. And when I heard the bathroom door open, and the sounds of his heavy footsteps coming down the hall ringing through my ears, I started to shiver in anticipation. 

He stopped briefly outside his door, and I imagined him listening against mine. I pictured him standing there, ear to the door, contemplating if he should go in. And just when I panicked that he might, he stepped into his own room with just a towel around his waist. 

His body seemed even more massive as he entered, his chest hair damp and flattened along his mighty chest, and his belly looking exceptionally firm and solid, rounded like a hot daddy bear who enjoys beer. All 6’5” of him walked right over to the dresser without looking at the bed. When I shifted and made a noise, he turned quickly to the bed in surprise.  

He saw me instantly peeking over the covers and gave a small chuckle, putting his hands on his hips, giving me a sexy look. “Well, well, well. Look who’s up and snuck into my bed.” 

I pulled the covers down my torso and held up my cock. “Yup. I’m up alright.”  

Kirk gave a surprised look and then quietly shut his door. “I thought you were still sleeping.” He whispered as he came over and sat on the side of the bed, raising one big leg up on it. I rolled sideways over to him, letting my hand grab the bare skin showing under the towel and felt his thick thigh. 

“I was already in the bathroom before you and showered.” I smiled. 

He studied me for a moment, looking down at me with that handsome face of his, smiling through his scruffy three-day growth. He looked sexier with it, the dark beard filling in quickly on him, making him look even tougher than before. “I thought it was a little wet in there.” 

I rested my head on my hand and leaned up, my other hand roaming up and down his leg, caressing the underside of it slowly, moving towards his middle. 

He gave a little sigh and then put his big paw on my hand to stop me from getting too close. 

“You really are one horny little fucker, aren’t you?” He grinned at me. His dark eyes were watching me, and all I could do was smile up at him. “I can’t believe you want more. To be 19 again!” He sighed. 

I sat up, letting the covers fall down to my waist, covering my lower half still as he sat there beside me, not moving. I suddenly wondered if this was the right thing to do, my eyes locking with his. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but he didn’t move a muscle, or look away.  

“I do wish I could find you in my bed every morning.” He finally said quietly, looking at me seriously. My smile faded a bit, suddenly hoping that he would change his mind and say he was taking me with him. His face relaxed, and he looked at me with furrowed brows. But instead of saying something, he just leaned into me and raised a hand to the side of my face, resting his head on my forehead. “I wish.” He whispered.  

I looked at him with wide eyes, feeling his large, calloused hand on my cheek, gently rubbing it. I licked my lips as I saw his eyes stare into mine, and I could hear our breaths slowly panting. Then he raised my chin, and I felt his lips lightly touch mine.  

My fingers went right to his chest, my two small hands on top of his meaty muscles. I heard the big intake of breath from him as our mouths opened and I ran my fingers over his pecs. My own cock responding by leaking a drop of cum from the tip as I crawled out from under the covers.  

“Oh baby,” he moaned as I stood on the bed, bending down to keep kissing him as his hands slid up my smooth body. The light caressing of his fingers dancing on me sent goosebumps over my entire body as they glided to my ass. He turned more, letting his full leg rest on the bed. I could see his foot hanging over the edge of the bed, the towel more open but still hiding my prize.  

I pulled away, letting him look at me in hunger, his hands falling to the bed. He was leaning forward on them, looking like he was going to pounce on me, his eyes raised under his thick eyebrows. There was a half grin on his face, and he growled lowly. 

“You’re gonna get it now.” He purred at me. 

I sat down on the bed and shoved my feet under the covers, snuggling into his bed completely naked for him. “Come and get me.” I smiled back. He wanted me, I thought. And for the first time, I felt like I had a family member that loved me back. 

Kirk growled louder and stood up, ripping the towel away from his waist to reveal his thick cock hanging between his legs. It wasn’t fully hard yet, but as he turned to pull the covers down, it was already rising up. 

He crawled under the sheets and I felt his leg meet mine and I moaned, rolling over sideways to get my arms around him as his mouth found mine again. We didn’t speak, just kissed and rolled around, arms around each other and feeling every inch of our bodies. He shifted positions a lot, first moving over me and showing me how heavy he was by resting his big body on me. Then he rolled over completely, bringing me with him and letting me crawl on his body. I straddled his lower chest, grabbing his hands and pinning them down by his ears with a look of satisfaction on me. His biceps were huge in this position, and I couldn’t resist kissing them both, making him giggle in delight as he watched me. 

Then he sat right up, wrapping my legs around him and kissing me deep, turning sideways and standing up with me clinging to him. He walked around the bed, carrying me in front of him and stopped at the dresser mirror to turn me towards it to show me. He grabbed my ass with one hand and lifted me up higher as he held his cock in the other and smacked it against me, before he walked around to the other side of the bed and laid me down on it backwards and then stood up over me. 

“You want your uncle’s cock once more before he goes?” He teased, lifting my legs apart by my ankles. He bent over and spit onto my hole with a loud sound before he stood up and waved his dick at my hole with his hips.  

“Yes.” I begged, pulling myself forward to the edge of the bed. I felt his cock press against me as he moved his hips side to side. He grinned at me, then spit into my ass again, and then on his hand to rub his dick. He returned his hands to both ankles and held me spread eagled. Without using his hands, he moved his cock into position, pushing against me to enter hands free. 

I watched his face as I felt him poking around, his eyes on my ass as he maneuvered his tool into position. My ass was already open and begging for it after last night’s double pounding. So when the tip found the warm entrance, he held his hips still and slowly moved forward. 

I closed my eyes and made fists into the sheets as he entered me again, going so slowly it made me moan in pleasure for the entire length as it slid into me. And when I opened my eyes, Kirk was staring at me, watching me as his made his way back into the depths of my soul. 

“Holy fuck,” I groaned, letting my hands move to his thighs. I held him there, as if I was telling him to stop, which he did momentarily.  

“You still feel so fucking tight.” He said with a wicked grin. 

“You feel so fucking huge!” I breathed out, letting my hands slide around to the sides of his ass. My fingers dug into the meaty flesh of his glutes and pulled myself into him. “Now fuck me hard Uncle Kirk.” I panted as his mouth opened in a moan as he sank even deeper into me. 

Holding my ankles to the sides, I watched his powerful upper body begin thrusting into me. He looked like a beast over me, spreading me open for his big dick. I was ready for another hard fuck from my new bear of an uncle. 

But then he let go of my legs and leaned over me, grabbing my neck and kissing me hard, his tongue searching inside my mouth in desperation. He pulled me into him like a ball in this position and I could no longer feel the bed on my back. I realized he was holding me up in midair, my body hovering over the bed as he stood there fucking me. 

“Oh Brian. You sexy little kid.” He groaned in my mouth. His forehead rested on mine hard as he held me by the back of the head, plowing into me deep until he collapsed with me onto the bed in a breathless moment. He squirmed his body up the bed, bringing me along with him as his cock drove me forward. He had both legs on the bed now, and his knees were beside me, his hands under my ass as he held me up and leaned over me again to kiss me. 

I was a complete ball now, my legs bent in half, my ankles at my ears as he deep fucked me. His mouth was eating my entire face, his tongue licking my cheeks and diving into my mouth. “Oh fuck,” He kept repeating, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…” he said in between kissing as he pumped into me. 

My hands grabbed his ass and I held on as he drove his cock like a piston into me. I was on fire and loving the feeling of this big man all over me, fucking me on my back like a woman. His woman. 

“You’re gonna make me cum!” I moaned, his big hands covering my forehead and flattening my hair as he continued to get lost in kissing me. 

“Do it. Cum for your uncle.” He groaned keeping up the rhythm.  

“Keep fucking me!” I moaned, staring to shake under him uncontrollably. 

“We’re making love kid. I’m gonna get you fuckin’ pregnant this time!” He moaned, reaching his arms under my knees and pushing them back even farther beside my ears. I could feel the mattress on my toes as he pushed into me deeper and I let out a loud gasp, feeling as if his dick was coming out of my throat. “You want my babies in you?” 

“Yes, oh yes please! Do it!” I yelled, turning my head sideways and plunging my fingers into his meaty ass as my body convulsed. I looked over his shoulder as I hung on and could see our reflection in the mirror on the dresser. Rather, the reflection of Kirk’s big legs and ass, my fingers dug into them making red marks as he furiously pumped into me. I could see his strong shoulder blades and the width of his shoulders as his head hung down at my ear. I clutched him as if I never wanted to let him go, pulling his body into mine completely. 

“Fuck I love you!” I yelled out again, not caring if I said it or not. In this moment, the way he was making love to me, I was in love with him. 

“Fuck kid, here it comes!” He groaned. Just his words set me over the edge, and I started to grunt out my load without touching my cock, the friction between our bodies and the sensations of his cock throbbing against my walls made me shoot my load in between us. And as I started to quiver against him and release my cum, Kirk raised his head up and slammed into me, spilling his own liquid into me as his mouth hung open above me. 

I stared up at him and watched him grind into me with each release, deep grunts emanating from him as he tried desperately to keep quiet. His hips in me caused more of my own cum to leak out of my dick and twitch uncontrollably. And then he was on me again, lowering his body onto mine, pulling me into him and kissing me hard. I could feel my cum squish between us, making a sticky mess for our stomachs, his cock still slowly pulsing in me as I felt more of his cum paint my insides. 

He rolled over sideways, making sure I was still attached to him, holding my tiny little ass against him as he continued, moving onto his back and bringing me up to rest on his mountain of a body. 

“Don’t move,” he said, letting his big arms fall sideways against the bed. I hesitated, hugging his body and raising my head to look at him. I felt his cock reflexively convulse and I grinned, making him give a little giggle. “I could keep fucking you right now.”  

I kissed his nipple by my mouth and tongued it teasingly. “You mean keep making love.”  

He growled, and raised his knees, planting his feet on the bed and grabbed my waist. “You asked for it kid.”  

With his big hands wrapped around my hips he started to bounce me up and down much to my surprise. I was only teasing, but he was serious. His cock was still hard and he wanted more. He slammed into me harder than before as I gasped and grunted and leaned back and took it like a true bottom boy. 

I don’t know how he had it in him to keep going, his dick staying hard the entire time. This was one hard, long, drawn out pounding, but I loved riding him, my hands grabbing his big pecs. I felt like a cowboy, riding my bull. His eyes watched me as his hands gripped my waist, never letting up. I bounced on him for a long time until I was jerking my own cock as I rode him, one hand on a big meaty pec, my other fisting my dick in time with his poundings. He closed his eyes and kept a perma-grin on his face the entire time he fucked me. I was a ball of sweat, bouncing on him like I was riding a mechanical bull for another 10 minutes straight.  

Then he opened his eyes wide and brought his chin to his chest and fucked me deeper. “Here it comes again kid!” He yelled. 

I watched his face tighten and grimace, his pecs squeezed together as he grunted loud. And his eyes locked onto mine as I tried to cum with him. Just staring at him made me want to. 

He spasmed under me, bucking wildly upwards and practically fucking me right off his cock as I gripped my dick tighter and shot another load. I watched how powerful my own load was as it flew from my dick and onto his hairy chest, wave after wave flooding out of me as he poured another round into me. Until his legs slid down and I collapsed onto his torso like a worn out rag doll, my own cum mixing with my sweat on my face. 

Kirk pulled me upwards, off his cock so that our mouths could connect. He licked his way to it, cleaning the sides of my face before he plunged his fat tongue into my mouth and kissed me deeper than before. He rolled sideways and we faced each other, our lips parting and our eyes inches away, gazing into each other’s eyes. 

“Okay, maybe I should take you with me,” He smiled at me. 

My heart leapt and my face widened in happiness before he shook his head and put a finger to my nose.  

“I’m kidding! You know I can’t but FUCK I should.” He kissed my nose and then smiled at me. “No one has ever made me keep fucking like that. You have one sweet little boy pussy on you kid.” He gave me a quick peck and pulled me into his chest and let out a big sigh. “If only…” 

I slid my arm under his and held onto his sweaty back, feeling my leg resting against his. “If only is right.” I mumbled into his chest. “I do love you, you know.” I mumbled. 

“Hey,” He said quietly, making me look up to him. His eyes squinted a bit and he smiled that sexy smile of his. “I’ll be visiting again around Christmas remember. I’ll pop in to see you.” 

“Promise?” I said, raising my eyes. 

He smiled widely. “I said I promised. But you make me a promise…” 

I waited, resting my chin on his hard pec. 

“Don’t hold out for me. Have some fun at school. Explore a bit and find someone your own age to play with. And then you can tell your uncle all about it when I see you again.” He winked at me. “Okay kid?” 

I didn’t want to. I only wanted him. I knew it. I could feel that was what I wanted. But then I thought about Frank. And maybe this was what everyone does…sleep around and have sex with lots of people rather than just one. 

“Okay.” I muttered, making him tilt his head and look at me questioningly. “I promise.” 

He patted my ass and rolled onto his back, leaving his arm under me. “Good boy.” 

Note: In 1934, one-dollar was the equivalent of nineteen-dollars today. 

Clad in his blue New York City policeman’s uniform, with his pistol in its holster and his billyclub dangling from his side, 19-year-old Pat Grady knocked on the front door of his relatives’ house one afternoon. Donny was in the backyard shed baking bread, Nora was running the bakery and the tenants were at work. Smiling James opened the door and his cousin followed him upstairs to his bedroom.

Pat took off his police cap, put his pistol and billyclub on a table and began taking off his uniform. He was now nude in all his youthful red-headed glory with his long hard uncut virile cock and swaying heavy balls. He sat on the edge of the bed with James between his legs. Pat felt relief as James began sucking his cock, it got harder and harder and was leaking which James eagerly ingested. Aware of their routine, James took his clothes off except for his underwear, got in the bed on his hands and knees, ass up and pulled down his underwear.

Pat greased up his cock and James’ ass and proceeded to roughly fuck his cousin who enjoyed it. He shot off in James, they cleaned up and had their shot of whiskey and each smoked a Lucky Strike. This was their weekly event which Pat craved. Being married and on the force was taxing.

“You, and Donny are on easy street” said Pat after he and James had first fucked in this new era. “You work hard but it’s for yourselves and no one tells you what to do. The two of you fuck all the time. Oh, my wife Lorna won’t suck my cock and she lets me fuck her once a week like she’s doing me a favor. When it’s her cycle, I get it more just because she wants a baby. We get along mostly, but women are just different. I really need this, Jimmy.” “Sure Pat, I’m here for you anytime” said James.

This afternoon after Pat was back in his uniform, he handed James a piece of paper. “I called in a favor with a desk cop and got what you wanted. I owe you a lot, I hope this helps.”

“Thanks, Pat!” James saw him off.

After Mr. Ross was killed, James was curious about a key of his that he found hidden in the brim of a hat that James never saw him wear. The key had a bunch of numbers on it, he wrote them down and had asked Pat to see if he could find out what these meant. On the piece of paper was written:

Imperial Savings Bank 155 Flatbush Avenue, Brooklyn, NY

The next morning, dressed in one of Mr. Ross’ most elegant dark suits, and wearing that lucky fedora, James confidentially strode into the grand lobby of the Imperial Savings Bank carrying a suitcase. The space was crowded with people on lines for the tellers. James went to the special services desk. The clerk was a thin hawkish older man wearing glasses.

“Good morning” said James as he showed the man the key and Mr. Ross’ driver’s license. “I’d like to visit my safe deposit box.”

“Certainly, Mr. Rossetti.” The clerk opened a heavy ledger, wrote down the number of the key and turned the ledger toward James. He signed on the line, Vincent Rossetti. Mr. Ross’ murder months ago was a one-day news story  and obviously didn’t register with the bank’s busy employees. 

 A guard led James to a room downstairs and waited outside. James went to the correct door number, unlocked it, took out the box, put it on the table and opened it. James was taken aback at the sight of stacks and stacks of cash and lots of jewelry. He quickly began putting the money, rings, necklaces and things in his suitcase. He closed and replaced the box. The guard escorted him to the lobby, and he went home.

“Well, I won’t have to suck cocks again for a dollar head, unless I want too” thought James as he sat in his bed with the $6000 in cash he’d just counted. Who knew what the jewelry was worth?

That evening after dinner, the tenants Miss Sloane and Miss Dennis had gone to their rooms and James announced, “It’s time for presents.”

“Aww, go on, it ain’t a holiday” said Donny.

“It is for us!” said James as he handed Donny and Nora each a small, gift-wrapped box. They each opened theirs.

Donny had a gold pinkie ring with a tiny diamond and Nora a string of pearls.

“They’re beautiful!” cried Nora.

“This is snazzy” said Donny as he put his ring on.

“$1000!” cried Nora as she counted the money in an envelope.

“What am I gonna do with so much money?!” yelled Donny as he counted his $1000. “Boy, you must have met some fancy man!”

“Nah, it’s nothing like that. Let’s just say Mr. Ross left another surprise.”

“Oh, James. I told you anything of his belongs to you, considering what you did for that man.”

“Ma, I can afford it.”

“I’m going to buy a car!” yelled Donn

* * *

The next afternoon, after putting one of Donny’s apple pies on a table in Jake Katz’s office, James got on his knees between Jake’s legs who was seated in desk chair. Jake already had his cock and balls out. James looked forward to his weekly meetings with Jake. Their lust for each other was mutual. Next to Donny’s, James found Jake’s big cut cock to be the most perfect he’d had, sure there was Cary Grant’s as well. It wasn’t just Jake’s cock that attracted James, it was Jake. There was his handsome face with its prominent nose and his manly attitude. 

He loved licking and sucking every bit of Jake’s cock as well as working on those special balls. Jake had been around and knew a great cocksucker when he had one. This went on until James knew that Jake was ready to fuck. James took down his pants and underwear. Jake greased themselves and shoved his cock in James and fucked him with confidence. They were both soon climaxing. After they’d cleaned up and fixed themselves up, they had their whiskey and cigarettes.

“Jake, I need some business assistance” said James.

“Oh, really?”

James explained that he was possession of a bunch of jewelry.

“We assume that this is all stolen, but that is not a problem. I’ll call my cousin Artie, he’s in jewelry. What you need to know is that the standard non-negotiable rate that you’ll get is a third of what it is worth. The alternative is leaving it in a drawer and getting nothing. Selling hot jewelry and not getting caught is complicated. Normally, I would take a 5% finder’s fee for setting this up. I’ll waive that if you come to me twice a week. How does that sound?”

“It sounds great” smiled James.

The next day, James went to Fineman’s jewelry store.

“Good morning!” said a friendly older man. “I have some very nice watches for a young fella. Or maybe you’re looking for an engagement ring?”

“No, sir. I’m here to see Artie, he’s expecting me.”

“Oh, my son. Sure, head to the back and make a left.

James went down the hall and knocked on the door. 27-year-old Artie Fineman let James in. He was medium height, slim and had curly blond hair and a prominent nose.

“Sit” he said to James as he lit up a Camel. They now sat across from each other at Artie’s desk. “Let’s see the goods.” James handed Artie a sack, and Artie spread out the assortment on his desk. He finished his Camel and put on a glass eyepiece. James sat for over an in hour in fascination as Artie examined and weighed every ring, bracelet, necklace and earring while taking notes.

“Expected resale value is $25,000. Your share is $8,333.”

“Sounds good.”

Artie scooped up the jewelry onto a tray, walked to a safe, opened it, put the jewelry in and counted out money. He put it on his desk and James counted it and put it in his sack.

“Well, after business comes pleasure” said Artie.

“Oh?”

“Hey, you’re Jake’s chippie. A man comes across a hot piece like you, of course he’s going to brag. It runs in our family.”

“What runs in your family?”

“This, come see.”

James stood up and saw that the seated Artie had his cock and balls out of his trousers. It was a fabulous cut rod with heavy balls with blond hair that equaled Jake’s. James descended to his knees and was before this cocky wheeler dealer. He took Artie in his mouth and proceeded to give his cock that special service that James was known for.

“Shit! Jake wasn’t kidding around! What a mouth on you! You’re a smart boy, sucking the right cocks has got you a fortune.”

“That it did” mumbled James as he continued working on Artie.

“You’ve got me all worked up! Get on the desk and I’ll show you I’m as good as my cousin!”

James took his mouth off Artie’s cock, stood and pulled his pants and underwear down and bent over Artie’s desk. Artie lathered up his cock and James’ ass with lotion. Artie bluntly shoved his cock in James’ ass and proceeded to fuck him with force. James enjoyed this immensely. The office was filled with the sounds of the desk rattling, Artie’s balls slapping against James’ ass and the primordial sounds of the men’s passion. James was sobbing as he shot off on the desk, while Artie howled as exploded in James. There was a pop as Artie withdrew his now soft and moist cock from James’ battered hole. Artie led James to the bathroom where they cleaned themselves up.

Artie poured glasses of whisky and went pulled out a Camel. James lit it with his gold lighter. “Fancy schmancy!” laughed Artie. James took out his silver cigarette case and lit up a Lucky Strike. “Oy! Such a high-class fagaleh!” They sipped and smoked. “Anytime you want more kid, just come back. You don’t need an appointment. My door is always open for you.”  “Thanks, Artie” said James as he took his sack of money with him.

“Have a good day, young fella” said Mr. Fineman who was with a customer as James left.

That night, Donny was driving his brand new dark blue Ford with James beside him. “Aww, go on Jimmy! I’m driving for Chriss sakes!” James had his hands in Donny’s crotch.

“Hey, it’ll be exciting!” said James who now had Donny’s cock out. It was so big and hard that the head rested against the bottom of the steering wheel. James bent his head down and began joyously sucking his lover’s cock. Donny kept his eyes on the road and his hands with his pinkie ring on the wheel as James drove him to ecstasy with his mouth. It wasn’t long before Donny was gushing, and James was guzzling his spunk.

They parked in crowded Coney Island. They had hotdogs and beers at Nathan’s. They went to an arcade where Donny shot a bullseye and won a stuffed bear that he gave to James. They walked the boardwalk and rode the Cyclone roller coaster while raising arms and yelling. They went on the Wonder Wheel, the ferris wheel. Their car reached the top and swayed back and forth. They saw the stars above in the night sky, the Atlantic Ocean before them, below, the lights and crowds of Coney Island. “Oh, Jimmy” said Donny with tears in his eyes, “I love you so much,” as he kissed James.

A few days later, there was much excitement in the Grady house as Nora, James and Donny finished packing. The bakery was closed for a month, they were heading to the pier in Manhattan to sail to France on the Normandie, in two first-class staterooms. Nora had industriously worked out their itinerary. They would visit Paris, take a train to Rome and then trek to England to see London and see Nora’s brother and his man and then sail back to New York. Ireland would not be one of their stops.

Perhaps, one day there will be a chronicle of this remarkable journey and you will learn of James’ shipboard and overseas adventures. It was a time filled with lusty, eventful and memorable episodes…

My girlfriend has always been attractive and my friends knew it. They messaged her before we dated and always wanted to have her but somehow I ended up with her. Last night showed she was ready for both after we went out and my friend came back to stay over.

Jenn and I have been in love for a while but she’s always seemed to like the attention of other males and as a jealous guy, I wasn’t a fan. She’d dress provocative and post pictures revealing much cleavage as she had large breasts.

Last night we went out for drinks and my friend Mike met us for a couple after asking me what I was up to. Things went smooth we drank, joked around and had a good time but she had a lot of cleavage showing and I know he noticed as I saw him steal many glances. I didn’t want to be the jealous boyfriend so I let it go and moved on.

Towards the end of our night the bar was closing and Mike couldn’t find an Uber, while I planned to stay at Jenn’s house being only a short walk. I offered to wait but she was more generous.

“Mike why don’t you come back to the house and wait for your ride there?”

“I don’t want to impose, I can probably get one from here, besides if I can’t find one I don’t want to keep you guys up”

“It’s no worry, joe won’t be sleeping for a while so you guys can play games and wait and if not I always have a couch”

“Ight, better than waiting here I guess”

So we walk back and make it into the apartment where mike and I sit on the couch and fire up the PlayStation. Jenn tells us she’s tired and needs a shower before bed so she makes her way to the bathroom and I hear the shower run. 10 minutes pass and still no Uber’s available so mike removes his jacket and shoes and asks me to put them somewhere. I take them to the stairway to hang the coat and put the shoes on the rack, then close the door and return to the couch.

Jenns apartment is open scheme. I hear the bathroom door open and peak around to see her walk to the kitchen, assuming for water in her towel. The only problem is she has the towel only around her waste, while covering the nipples of her large breasts with her arm. Mike looks over taking notice and ignoring the game.

“Babe what are you doing!”

“Sorry babe I forgot clothes”

“Well why can’t the towel cover everything!?”

“Oh it’s too short for that, it’s just mike anyway and I’m covering up, you guys need anything”

“Yeah for you to put on clothes ba-“

“I could use a water” mikes chimes in cutting me off.

“Ok you got it”

I try to relax and not be the crazy boyfriend as she has the towel around her waste, covering her breasts with one arm and carrying mikes water with the other. As she approaches she reaches out with the water to Mike and her towel begins to fall. She uses her other hand to reach down to catch it only to expose her bare tits to us. She catches the towel, as mike sits there, staring rather than reaching for the water.

“Your water, Mike?”

“Oh yeah”

“Well I’ll go dress now”

As she heads to the bedroom without covering her chest, Mike remarks that I’m lucky to have a girlfriend with such big tits. I thank him, awkwardly.

Jenn returns in sweat pants, but with no top or bra on, bare breasts for us to see and Mike returns to staring, ignoring the game.

“Babe what are you doing, where is your top”

“Oh well it’s uncomfortable and you both have seen them so I don’t need it”

“No babe you can’t stay like that, put a top on!”

“No it’s my house I can dress as I please”

“But my friend is here and you’re nude!”

“He doesn’t mind, if you do you can leave but I’m sure he will stay”

“I sure will, I can’t get an uber” mike says as he stares at her chest.

Not wanting to leave them alone together with Jenn nude I remain seated. She sits right between us and watches us play our game but mike is distracted.

“You know I’m showing a lot and it is uncomfortable but you’ve both seen me nude. Why don’t you guys get more comfortable and take off your pants and boxers to feel comfortable too”

“Babe no wa-“

“Ok, sounds fair” mike chimes in.

Mike strips off both in one swipe so I feel compelled to do the same. His large cut cock springs free as it’s hard, and I feel insecure as mine is soft and much smaller. He must me 8 inches while hard I’m only 5, and soft I must be 2. Jenn’s eyes turn to mikes hard cock as he sits and I begin to feel jealous and aroused.

“Hey joe, why don’t you grab us some beers”

“Ok” I reply wanting to be a good host.

I return from the kitchen to hear mike telling Jenn “yeah you can touch it”

Jenn reaches over and grasps it tightly. I ask what she’s doing and tell them that’s not cool and to stop. She tells me it’s her house if I don’t like I can leave and mike laughs and agrees. I obey and hand them their beers and pretend to not see Jenn stroking him slowly while he reaches out and grabs her breast.

“Tastes better than it feels” Mike states.

Jenn then leans over and takes mikes large cock into her mouth. I don’t want to leave and end up stuck without a ride home so I sit in silence and watch. Mike grabs her hair and forces her all the way down and laughs as he makes eye contact with me.

“Ok I think that’s enough, you’re cheating on me in front of me” to which Jenn removes her mouth and says

“I told you, you can leave then, you chose to stay so shut up. Here you can use my feet but my mouth and hands are taken by a better cock. Let me have this so I can be happy”

I obey in silence as mike laughs and simply use her feet on my own cock, thinking it’s just a 3 sum and I’m sharing. 

“Hey Joe she’s struggling a little, why don’t you come kneel over here and tell her you love her”

I obey and kneel beside him and tell her I love her as she sucks him 2 inches from my face.

“Kiss her cheek” I obey.

“You know what, you should appreciate me too, Jenn take it out of your mouth.” She releases it.

“Now Joe give the head a kiss”

“You’re kidding I’m not gay dude.”

“Neither am I, but I’m pleasing your girl for you so you owe that to me” 

I obey and lean in to kiss the head of mikes large cock.

“Good boy now Jenn keep going.”

Jenn returns to sucking him for a couple minutes before mike decides he wants to show more power as my face is inches away from my girlfriend sucking my friend.

“The kiss was nice Joe but I don’t think it shows appreciation. Why don’t you lean in here”

I obey as Jenn again releases his cock from her mouth.

“Now help her out and give her a break. Take my cock in your mouth and start sucking.”

I obey lean in and start to suck mikes large cock as Jenn laughs.

Part 2 coming soon.

In three days i’m marrying a beautiful and mature women. I told her that I would never cheat on her with another girl.

Yesterday it was my bachelor party. All of my guy friend were there. They are so beautiful that I would give to each of them a huge blowjob. 

We went to a stripper bar with handsome girls. Me and the guys were so damn hard.

Then, we decided to take the largest suite of the nearest hotel. There was a giant king size bed. Not enough for 4 hard guys 😉 .

Suddendly, Max said to me “before you can’t do it anymore, wanna suck me?” I had a little hesitation but I said yes.

He took off his pants to show me his 8 inches beautiful hard cock. I was so amazed that I immediatly start licking it. My 7 other friends start looking at us. But I didn’t care I was just so hot. I put this 8 inches cock in my throat as far as possible and then start licking from the bottom of his cock to his two pecks. He then said “Do not stop man”. One of my other friend came and took of my pants. He start massaging my ass and put his tongue in my hole. It was so good that I moans so loudly.

We were now 4 on the bed sucking and licking. The 4th one was Jack. He came under me and put my 6.5 inches cock in his mouth and started licking my balls. It was so damn good.

They all started get naked. These abs were so hot. I started lick Max’s abs. It was like a dream. 3 handsome naked man around me. 

I went on my back and put my leg in the air. Showing my ass. While Max and Jack started kissing and sucking each other tits, Marc started licking my ass so damn fine.

Jack put himself at 4 legs on the bed and I put my cock in his ass. His moans made me so hotter. Max went in my back and put his 8 inches cock in my thight ass. Marc was masturbating on the side while looking at us.

Then, Max said “I’m cumming” and lauch all of his load in my ass. I lay down on the bed and clean his cock. Then Marc cum on myself as the same time of Jack. I was covered of cum. I then cum on my abs.

What a beautiful night it was.

I can feel the thump-thump-thump of the music on the soles of my feet. There is a party happening downstairs on the first floor beneath me. I am in a second-floor bedroom. More specifically, the Prince Harry room. I do one final look-see in the full-length mirror in the corner of my room. I look spiffy. Hot. If I do say so myself. All my blonde locks are in the right place. But with my shaggy do, I do look somewhat rebellious. (I am.) Presentable. For a thirty-three-year-old man about to enter the fray. I am ready.

“Time to go.” I say under my breathe.

My hand grasp hold of the golden knob. And turns it.

I walk out of the room. The music can be heard clearly now as it wafts up from the bottom of the staircase. My room is next to the winding staircase, as are all the rooms. I do not recognize the song. But I like it. I catch myself tapping my foot on the polished wooden floor.

“Hi!”

It is my neighbor in the adjoining room. He is in the Prince William. I recognize the deep baritone voice from the noises I have heard emanating through the thin wall between our two rooms. His voice is intoxicating. I have liked it from the moment when I checked in and caught a glimpse of him and before I got settled into my room.

He is quite handsome. A head chock full of wavy brown hair. A day or two of rough stubble on his rugged face. Much like myself. He stands about 5’ 10”. I know because I tower over him at over 6 foot. He is compact. Muscular. He is arrayed in the same recognizable fashion as me.

“Hello!” I answer. As he approaches me. Getting closer with each stride.

“You have been quiet in your room. I did not know if someone was even in there. I see I was wrong.” He says as he looks me over. I believe he is sizing me up. “You goin’ downstairs?”

“Yeah.” I answer. “That’s where everyone is and where we need to be. I reckon.”

“You look nice. Really nice.” He says. “And that is a nice cock you got there. Too. By-the-way. You should be proud.”

“I am.” I say. Matter-of-factly. And I am not even hard.

It is as if the booming music as magically faded away as the two of us converse in front of my room. It only seems to be us in some weird sorta way.

My neighbor reaches out and runs his husky fingers through my ample chest hair. Making an undiscernible pattern among the thicket of my pectoral fur. From there he goes down to my somewhat limp cock, finding his way among my dense bushy pubes, an fondles me. His hands are calloused and coarse. Rough. I grow hard at his masculine touch. I like it.

“Now you are at your 100 percent.” He tells me. “Or more. And it is quite impressive.”

My neighbor is already hard. His hand tightly gripped on my cock. And I respond accordingly.

“I am sure I would have risen to the occasion once I got downstairs.” I tell him. “Among the others.”

“When I see something, I want. I get it. And I want you.” He tells me. His hand still grasping my cock like I am some prize-winning bull.

“And when something is wanted.” I add. “It is best to sample the wares of the one who wants it, too.”

I smile at his rather forward suggestion. And respond accordingly.

I grab his cock. While my cock is still in his bulky fingers. He introduces himself. Tells me his name. But I do not hear it. Only the jumble of mumbled words gets to my ears over the loud booming music. Instead. I name him. Mr. One-Hundred. In my head. I will remember him better with the name I have assigned him.

“I am Nosh.” I tell the man as he releases my cock into the freedom of the music-filled air. It points slightly upward at attention, like a dutiful soldier would be before someone of a higher rank.

“You are no small bite.” Mr. One-Hundred says. “You are quite the full meal. And I want your spread in my bedroom later.”

“Why limit it to the bedroom. Share.” I say. “Let all witness the fun.”

With that. Both of us walk side-by-side down the stairwell of this faux British-styled manor located among the pines and into what I know is a frenzied fray. I would have liked to see how our asses look as we bump from step-to-step in synchronized step down these stairs. I am sure it is quite a divine sight.

When we get to the end of the stairs. The music is now glaring. And the party is in full swing. Until.

“Dinner is served.” Is bellowed out as the music suddenly goes dead throughout the house. And the voices of the other men are heard among those bustling their way to the adjoining dining room.

On the table is a full buffet spread. The chairs line the walls as the cocks of the men swing like pendulums between each of our legs as we stand milling about. Waiting.

“Get fueled up, everyone.” Our host, Tim says. “I am sure y’all will all need it for energy for the night.”

Across the room, clad in only a sodden jockstrap. And wearing a pair of nerdish black framed spectacles. His fiery-hued pubes are sneaking out from underneath the band of his white elastic strap which is luring my eyes to his mesh packaged bulge. The only one among the many in the room with a stitch of clothing on, he is the youngest of everyone in attendance. A boy of eighteen named Tait. The kids’ eyes dart about to everyone, laser focused, soaking up all the various stages of masculinity parading about him.

I notice the slight patch of ginger lawn in the center of his massively muscled chest.

He is a true kid in a candy store as ever there were one. He has everyone’s attention. Mine included. And the tent in his jockstrap proves he is at attention too.

His locks are wavy curls of rolling ginger. He is no puppet named Howdy. You would be in awe if you saw him like I do. He is heavily freckled on his deeply ridged chest and his face which makes him even the more alluring in the light of the many lit candles on the dining room table. The room is cast in glowing orange shadows. Otherwise. His muscles are bulging from his years on the high school wrestling team. I overheard him bragging to one of the other men as he was being gently caressed by that man as he stripped off his tee shirt in the smoking room upon his entrance. He then undressed down to this jockstrap in that same room among the men gathered there. All the men’s eyes bulged, along with other parts of their anatomy when he made his entrance.

The boy of eighteen turns in my direction. I am automatically drawn to the black rims of his glasses. Our eyes meet like attracting magnets. His hand goes to his clothed-held cock while mine does the same in equal reaction with no obstruction to block my moving hand. My pulsating hard-on throbs loudly in my ears. He licks his lips savoring in my spectacle. I stroke myself harder to show him what he can have. And what I will gladly give him.

“I think he has noticed you.” Mr. One-Hundred says as leans in and whispers in my ear.

“I’ve noticed him too.”

“I can see that.” Mr. One-Hundred says as he reaches over and strokes my cock. His hand joins mine as we stroke my cock in unison.

I also notice the other men gathered about in the small dining room have noticed the interaction between me and the glasses-wearing, red-haired and solely jockstrap-wearing former wrestler too.

He is the only meal I wish to partake of now. Forget the damned food. I can eat later. I say to myself. I will need the protein on the dinner table to replenish me after the night’s activities.

I walk towards him. Lured like a fish to some dangling piece of live bait.

“Hey, stud.” I say realizing how out-of-date my words sound after I have already said them. But they are said, anyway.

But he does not say anything. Only his eyes do as they go to my hard-on between my legs.

“Nice cock.” He says. “Really nice cock.”

I do not say anything.

I grab his swelled cock through his jock and lead him out of the dining room and into the adjacent room where it is less crowded. And only us. For the moment. And push him close into the side of the pool table. I reach behind him and find his exposed hole. He is blessed with fur there to between these accessible ass-cheeks.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” The young man sighs as I poke him roughly with my finger. It slides in with some reluctance. But it does go in. Nothing stiff has ever been there before, I can only presume.

“Your first time here?” I ask as I continue to ram my finger into his hole. And run my other hand across the small, patch of red fur on his chest. While my cock jabs into his well-muscled leg.

“Uh-huh!” He mumbles as I finger-fuck his squeamish hole.

I can hear the quietness in the room from the men who have followed us like willful sheep while I prod the boy with my extended finger. Mr. One-Hundred is surprisingly close to me as I carry out my prolonged prodding. All their eyes are upon us.

“Having a good time?” I ask.

“I am now.” He answers. “I am now.” As he huffs under the jabs of lone digit.

No one had been bold enough to command this young twink to do their bidding. They only gawked at him. Admired him. And only caressed him with their eyes. None daring to get close enough to him to make a move. Except for the singular man who tried but Tait whisked his hand away when he had ventured to far. He did not do that with me. I go after what I want too like Mr. One-Hundred said he does. But I do not wait. Unlike him.

“I like red-heads.” I whisper into his ear. “They get my fires a-blazing.”

“Me too.” He says. I think he says this automatically. Not realizing. As I continue to jab him with my sharp finger. “You want more than my finger, doncha?”

“Uh-huh.” He mumbles. Almost like he has been hypnotized under my prodding. “I do.”

“Turn around.”

He does.

He presents me with his pale, freckled and speckled fur-lined ass. I wonder if his cherry has ever been popped. If not. It will be. Soon.

“You ever been fucked, boy?” I gruffly ask.

He mumbles what sounds like a straightforward, ‘no.’ He thrusts out his ass. Offering it up wholly to me. I sink to my knees and take his ass into my mouth. My days-old beard growth rakes roughly across this pale tender ass. The sweet fragrance of youth fills my nose. Untouched. Unspoiled. Untarnished. And undoubtedly unblemished. I suspect.

I wonder if the boy knows what is about to be in store for him. If not. He best be ready for it, regardless.

I can feel the heat from the men who are now gathered about us as my tongue dives lustfully into the boy’s ass. I can hear the rumblings of some that are gathered about. I overhear one say.

“Does he know you are not supposed to fuck anyone in here.” As he continues leering at us. He strokes his cock or has it stroked for him by another of the many admirers.

But I have fucked in here. More than once. And in front of the owners too. And with the owner too. If you must know.

“Fuck him!” Someone shouts out. “Fuck that boy’s sweet little hole!”

I raise my head from between his ass cheeks and replace my mouth with my cock at the entrance to his now spit-lubed hole.

I whisk my shaft across his crack like a paint brush. Cum escaping from my shaft and leaving its painted trail on his freckled round ass. I am rock-hard. Throbbing. And pulsating.

“You want it, boy?”

“Uh-huh! Uh-huh!” He answers. The excitement clearly visible in his utterings.

My cock parts him like the biblical Red Sea.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” The boy says as I slide my cock all the way in. Deeper and deeper. He bucks his hips. Causing me to ram myself harder into him.

“You feel so good.” I say as his ass grabs ahold of my cock like a snake swallowing down its squirming prey.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” He continues to gasp as my inches slide ever deeper inside him. Disappearing.

“You can take it boy. C’mon! C’mon! You can do it!”

And he does. Inch by inch of my cock disappears deep into him. Soon my blonde hairy pubes are intermingling among the fine ginger hairs inside his fur-lined ass-crack.

I want to cum so I can fuck him harder and longer later. But I do not.

“Hey Nosh!” Is said as I pound my cock like a jackhammer into Tait’s hole.

It is a voice I recognize from the many years of hearing it. It is one of the owners of this establishment and the organizer of this little get-together. I wonder what he has to say.

“Why doncha you two get atop the pool table and fuck, so everyone can get a good look at the two of you and especially of this sweet-assed boy.”

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” A mixed chorus of voices agrees with his suggestion.

We climb atop the pool table. Me first. And Tait follows. Those gathered around are offered a spectacular view of both of our asses as we arrange ourselves atop the table.

There are murmurings among the men as they gaze upon our magnificent male splendor. Many of the men gathered about are busy with their hands on their cocks varying in the intensities of their stroking. I get even more turned on by those watching us.

I lay, plank-like, like a sacrifice, atop the green felt of the pool table. We are the offering for this raunchy same-sex crowd. I liked to be watched as I fuck. Performing for an audience has been a fetish of mine since I was a teen in the high school boy’s locker room. I would often shameless jack-off in the locker-room before my next class.

My cock points upward, bent slightly at an inward angle towards my naval. It affords me a particular reach inside a man’s hole that has raised a man’s voice an octave or two when I am fucking them. Tait only got a sample of it as I fucked him against the side of the pool table. The reach is different when I am on my back. When I am ridden like a galloping steed.

“Get on his cock, boy!” Someone yells out forcefully. “Get atop him.”

Tait straddles me. I can see his ginger fur lined hole as he looms above me.

“You ready for it, boy?” I say. “Are you ready?”

“Uh-huh!” He mumbles. “Uh-huh!”

But is he?

Why does the ‘fuckee’ always get monosyllabic when they know they are about to be impaled with another man’s beefy cock. Fear? Reluctance? Or the quiet joy as they anticipate that approaching moment? And the ‘fucker’ get so ramrod hard they are near explosive before it commences?

“Nosh. Don’t you go light on that there boy. You sure as fuck didn’t when you fucked me.” Says one of the men standing about, obviously I had fucked him before but for the life of me I cannot recall who it was. Or his name. Or when. He is just a number etched onto my memory. And a recipient of my bountiful seed.

“He fucked you too?” Says another voice among the men gathered. There is jealousy in his voice towards another recipient of my offering.

“Yeah.” Says the prior man. “He sure as fuck did. You too?”

The other man nods his head in agreement to the question.

I do not recognize either. But I do not usually remember their faces. I only care about their asses and the man-cream I dump into them when I do it.

I never repeat a mistake unless I have enjoyed myself.

It is a rule I live by. Born out of experience. And need.

Tait faces me as he lowers himself onto my stiff tool. He had to use his hand and maneuver my cock into its proper position to enter his hole. It is one of the things that the men must do to accommodate the angle of my cock. But once I am inside. It rakes the soft tender interior of any man’s hole. And this gets the squeals out of the men as I ram away at them.

“Take your cock out of that jock, boy, so we can all see it.” Another bystander says as Tait bounces on my cock frantically like a gangly armed puppet.

Tait frees his cock from the cotton-mesh confinement. The boy is hard as he flings his young sap from the piss-slit of his cock onto me and himself and those crowded close around the pool table with their mouths agape.

“The boy is uncut.” Someone says at the sight of the boy’s pointed straight upwards cock and the fold of skin clearly visible from his erection.

I have seen few uncut pieces of man-meat in my life. And his ass swallows me better than most have done before.

“You. Uncut, boy?” I ask Tait as he wires away on my cock like a wild feral animal.

“Uh-huh!” Tait mumbles as his eyes rolls back in their sockets as he plunges himself down on my stiff member.

The men continue to stroke their respective cocks as we go on like mad dogs atop the pool table faux ‘stage.’

“FUCK HIM, NOSH!” A loud voice says from the gathered crowd. “FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM! FUCK THE HELL OF HIS ASS!”

Others join in chorus with him repeating the words.

And like the days of old around the crowded coliseum I am cheered on like a victorious gladiator. But instead of arms lifted to the heavens as a victory it is the hard erections of the men gathered around a pool table that reach to the heavens.

Tait moves himself up and down on my cock like a jackhammer ramming into solid concrete. He squeals and moans like a man possessed. And I guess he is. By my lengthy thick and hard cock does not falter.

“Ride’em boy! Ride that man’s cock!” Another voice in the crowd shouts. I do not recognize it either.

I can see the length of my shaft disappear into the boy’s deep wet hole. My hairs and the boys’ hairs are moist from these continued exertions.

The room is filled with moans and groans as each man watches us. Others are sucking on the cock next to them. In a corner, a man is being fucked in rhythm to me and Tait. But we are the center of attention.

“Uhhhhhhh-huhhhh!” Tait loudly exhales as he sprays me down with his seed. Some lands on my face. Some on my chest. Each erupting spurt from his wagging hard cock hits me on my chest and a few scattered dabs spot me across my face.

His eruptions gets loud whoops from the men crowded into this room.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” It is my turn as I deliver my load deep into Tait’s ass.

I can feel my cum-lava soak down the young man’s insides.

I feel a tongue lap at my balls. It is Mr. One-Hundred. He is licking the cum leaking out of Tait’s ass onto my yellow furred balls. And there is a lot of it to clean up.

***

“Nosh! Nosh! Nosh!” I hear my name called out as I walk towards my car on this sunshiny day. It is Mr. One-Hundred’s deep baritone voice I hear.

“Hey, Mr. One-Hundred. I didn’t see you when I said my ‘good-bye’ to everyone.” I say. But I use his real name and not the moniker I have tagged on this delightfully masculine man.

“I was up in my room with one of the other guys.” He says. “As you can guess.”

“Yeah, we heard you.” I tell Mr. One-Hundred.

“You mean. You and Tait?” He says.

“Yeah. It was him.” I say.

“Sorry we did not get a chance for a hook-up. I would have wanted you to fuck me too. But you were busy.” He says. “But so was I.”

“Yes.” I say.

“Yeah. You were with Tait.” Mr. One-Hundred says. “Can I get your number? Give you a call sometime. Find out when you are going to be coming back here.”

“Sure.”

We walk to my car. Mr. One-Hundred is still nude. I am clad in only a pair of flimsy and loose cotton gray shorts along with one of my ragged and ripped tees. And my old worn pair of Jesus sandals. And nothing else. My overnight bag slung over my shoulder which is full of my sex toy goodies and little else besides a few clothes. A toothbrush. And toothpaste.

“I have a pen and paper in my car.” I say. It is where my cell phone is too. I always leave it outside and away from the eyes of the men gathered inside the bed and breakfast.

I scribble my number on a piece of paper and hand it to him.

“Here.”

“Thanks.” Mr. One-Hundred says. “I meant what I said about getting what I want.”

“I know you did.” I tell him. “And I meant when I said I want the same in return. Just ask Tait. He can tell you.”

“I’ll call you.” He says.

“I know you will.” I tell him. I expected no less from him. I am surprised he did not barge in during the night and interrupt Tait and me.

“Can I get myself a taste before you leave?” Mr. One-Hundred asks.

I do not answer but give him a smile. He grabs the sides of my shorts and yanks them down to the dirt.

“Ouch!” I say as my bare ass hits the side panel of my sun-heated car.

Mr. One-Hundred swallows my cock all the way down to my root. He can swallow a load before I drive the hour back home to my wife and kids.

---

Some of the dialogue and events are actual true-life retellings of true incidents. But I will let you ponder over what is truth and what is fictionalized.

I woke up in their bed with her lying in my arms in just a short red silk night shirt. My hand was touching her breasts and I rubbed them gently, carefully, since he was sitting in the room watching. She was holding my cock in her warm hands and kissing my neck. Buy I could not take my eyes off him.

I finally gave in to her womanly charms and tried to forget about the man in the corner. As she slipped her lips around my cock she pulled my hands together behind my back and cuffed them. I felt her tighten a belt or a strap around my knees pinning them close together. As she rubbed my balls she said not to worry, that everything would be just fine.

She moved up on me, I thought she was going to let me fuck her, but she took a ball gag out of the nightstand and pushed it into my surprised mouth. After she finished strapping it in, she carefully bound my cock and balls with a harness made just for that. A thick leather cuff squeezed my cock tight, and wrapped tight around my balls too.

With the sheets pulled off, I suddenly noticed I was dressed in a girl’s bra and crotchless silk panties. I had long thigh high stockings on, too. As I looked myself over noticing all my body hair had been shaved off, she got up and told the man I was all his now, she had warmed me all up. The light went off as she left the room.

There were no windows in the room at all, I could not see anything. I started to squeal through the mouth filling ball gag and squirm against the tight cuffs and straps. A large sheet of sticky plastic was pressed over my face and wrapped tightly around my head 2 or 3 times, pushing the ball even further into my mouth, gagging me even better. There was only a small hole for my nose. The lights came back on but I could not see through the wrinkled plastic. I struggled and whined feeling him slide next to me in bed, as he groped and molested my helpless body. His strong hands squeezing and pinching my breasts and nipples, pulling and squeezing my bound cock and balls, slipping wet fingers into my virgin ass hole.

His warm wet mouth and hot breath kissing and sucking at my neck and my chest. He jerked off many times, all over me. I felt him rubbing his cock against me all over. He kneeled over me sliding his cock and balls between the soft bra cups, tit fucking me until he came on my neck and all over my masked face. I felt the wet, warm cum dripping over my nose, and on my face. He masturbated many, many times in different ways for hours. I was forced to hold his large cock in my cuffed hands and rub it until he came again, all over my butt and between my cheeks. He moaned and I squealed as he orgasmed.

Finally he removed the strap from around my knees and spread my legs and mounted me. I tried to roll away but he was too strong. He roughly held me face down while he pushed his pointy cock head between my cheeks again and again until it slipped into my tight, slippery ass. I heard myself moan and cry as he penetrated me deep. He fucked me for half an hour, holding my head at the back of my neck, groping my breasts and my ass, even spanking me. He finally came, laughing and groaning, deep inside my sore asshole.

I was sore and exhausted, my wrists were bruised from the cuffs, I was lying in a pool of sweat and cum. I heard him shower. Then return. Finally he spoke, asking if I would like the mask and the ball removed. I nodded, knowing of what might be next.

I really wanted the nasty ball out of my mouth, and the hot, sticky mask removed. He pulled off the wrap, and unbuckled the harness allowing the ball to pop out, only to replace it with his half hard cock. He instructed me to suck it properly or he would gag me again, tie me even tighter and fuck my ass over and over. I sniffled as I tried to take his cock into my mouth. Tears were running down my face. He told me I was a good little sissy, and would learn to be even a better one. He touched my cock as I reluctantly sucked him. Soon he was making me cum as I sucked him. I spurted all over his hand, and on my pink panties. He must have liked that because he immediately filled my mouth with his cum. I choked as it drooled out of my mouth and over my chin.

I laid there with him, trying to spit out the cum, thinking about what he had said about learning to be a better sissy. I hoped there was not more of this.

It was the start of Hell Week on a Saturday near the end of October. My heart pounded like a jackhammer, and my face was probably deep red. The wide hallway felt narrower than normal. Hazing was harsher than I’d realized. My straight, older brother had survived it a few years ago, albeit in a different fraternity. He’d had a positive and healthy experience, nothing like in the typical college movies. If he could do it, so could I.

I was in the residence hall, fully naked with my smooth, lean-jock body and small bubble butt in full view. I could barely cover my dick with my hands because of how hung I was. The frat pricks—they embraced it—had purposefully locked me out. They’d warned my roommate and all the other dorm residents not to open up for me as part of the hazing. Yet desperate me still wanted in so badly because of all the perks I’d get during and after my time here as a university student. If I made it and got initiated, I’d get to live in the nice Greek house with my own bedroom instead of the tiny excuse for a dorm room with a dull design and a straight roommate I couldn’t connect with.

Plus, it was a gay fraternity full of brothers like me. Growing up in a conservative little town in northern Michigan, it was important for me to explore gay life here in a big city now that I was eighteen. It meant even more to me to build solid friendships with other gay guys, even if platonic.

Not to mention, the hot frat pricks who liked being called that because their prickish nature ensured not just anyone could make it, and because they loved pricks—sexually speaking. There were many jocks between eighteen and twenty-two who were surreally beautiful that I swore I’d stepped inside a porn studio. I didn’t have to see them naked to know how much I’d probably enjoy sex with them. They weren’t shy to admit they had beauty standards as apart of who got an invite and who didn’t. They didn’t just like me as a person, but they liked my modelesque looks, which felt good.

But despite almost looking like a tanner version of Shawn Mendes—from what I was frequently told—I was still a virgin. It wasn’t that I wanted to be, though. I’d just gotten out of a four-year relationship with a high school sweetheart I’d never been able to love like I’d hoped because she was a girl, and the whole frat knew about it. Oh, did they, and mockingly so. Most guys banged at some point by the time they were eighteen. Not me. Even if I hadn’t been gay—no one but the frat pricks knew—my ex would’ve still wanted to wait. My straight buddies in high school had tried to get me to cheat on her, because what she didn’t know didn’t hurt her, but I couldn’t. That meant sex with girls, and my performance would’ve probably sucked had I’d tried.

Was I doomed to be a virgin for life? The frat pricks forbade me to use gay apps or meet hookups without explaining why, stating that I’d never be accepted into the fraternity if they found out. They mocked my virginity, yet I wasn’t allowed to lose it? What sense did that even make?

I gave the few residents around me a sheepish grin as I still struggled with fully covering my dick. Many of the girls checked me out with questionable interest, while the guys just smirked or chuckled. Wasn’t it against school policy to be naked outside of a dorm room or community bathroom, anyway? Thankfully, they all knew the situation, just that they found it amusing.

“Come on, sexy!” said a horny blonde from her dorm room. “Show us that big Brown cock!” She winked.

Oh, God. And for the rest of the afternoon too? If I made it the whole time without getting caught by faculty or the resident advisor, I’d have completed the first part of the hazing. I silently groaned because it’d just started, and I had hours to go before I could put any clothes back on. Even my phone and wallet had been taken away so that I wouldn’t cheat my way out of this serious humiliation, not that wallets could actually do anything. If this was only the first part and considered mild, then what else was in store for me? Since hazing had legal risks and wasn’t publicly acknowledged outside of the frat, I knew it couldn’t be anything dangerous.

More residents walked past me and snickered, some even looking offended despite knowing the situation.

The anxiety started getting to me harder now, and I rushed to the community bathroom at the end of the hallway as soon as I saw the door to my left. This tall building was a nice coed dorm, though: wine-red walls, cream carpeting, and dark wooden doors. It always smelled like cherry because of the air fresheners on the walls. I didn’t regret the hazing, oddly enough. I had to accept it as part of joining the special brotherhood.

I finally entered the all-white bathroom and stopped by the sink to hang out here for a bit, no one else around at the moment. The anxiety finally melted away, and the bathroom’s pristine state calmed me. Having swum in high school, I was used to being naked in crowded locker rooms, so I didn’t care who walked in right now. It was being naked in public that I wasn’t used to. But I’d get through this soon enough.

I heard footsteps coming in. “Having fun, Nicolás?” asked a sexy, deep voice while saying my name in a mock Spanish accent.

I turned around and sheepishly grinned at a brown-haired hottie with a chiseled, scruffy face and a sun-kissed complexion that currently glistened with sweat under the bright lights. He was Bran, one of many brothers I’d been introduced to as a pledge while learning more about the fraternity. He had strikingly-green eyes, a military crewcut, and a beautifully-muscled torso that was smooth except for a dusting of brown hair on his flat belly and pink nipples. He wore navy-blue gym shorts with a thin gray stripe on either side, defining his moderately-hairy legs with really toned calves. He carried a damp, gray tank top over his broad shoulder that defined his strong and moderately-hairy forearms. White gym socks and sneakers completed the look.

My dick threatened to rise with happiness as it twitched beyond my control, his presence making me melt with more lust than I could handle. God, I really needed to have sex. I was long overdue for my first experience.

“Just Nick is fine.” I was in deep lust right now, especially knowing this hot dude wasn’t straight. Then again, I probably shouldn’t assume I’d be his type even though I was confident about my looks.

The subtlest grin spanned Bran’s full lips, and he came closer, exuding the kind of strong musk and other manly smells that drove me wild in all the best ways. “I just came from the gym, and I’m on watch duty now. I’m here to make sure you don’t cheat your way out of the hazing.”

I chuckled. “How can I cheat if I don’t have my phone with me? I don’t even know anyone here since I’m a first-year.”

Bran shrugged. “Just in case one of the residents lets you into their room out of pity. Me and the brothers alternate, so you’ll be closely watched at all times to make sure you stay out of trouble. Whether you have to shower, use the toilet, eat, sleep, whatever, one of us will be by your side.”

I’d figured I’d be watched, but not quite like this.

“By the way, don’t forget you’re not allowed to jerk off now that I see you’re getting hard.”

Oh, right. I’d forgotten about that rule as part of Hell Week. But why couldn’t I jerk off? That didn’t make any sense. “Any specific reason for that rule?”

“Yep, but I can’t say anything about it, so don’t ask.”

Huh. What did jerking off have to do with hazing? The mystery only made me harder now because of the hopeful implication crossing my mind.

Bran grabbed his sweat-stained tank top and pressed the rough, cotton fabric against my face. “Sniff this, Nick. What does it smell like it?”

Raw man. Real man. The kind of body odor that didn’t really offend me whenever I was horny. My dick grew more erect than ever, and I found myself reaching for it to give it a few strokes.

Bran slapped my hand away. “Don’t. Not allowed, remember? So, tell me what it smells like.”

“Pure man,” I mumbled through the tank top. I bit a sweaty spot and sucked on it, reaching for my hard nipples.

Bran slapped both hands away and removed the tank top from my face, a sexy smile of confidence on his beautiful face. God, I wanted him so badly. “One thing I like about hazing is that we get to tease you anytime we want, and you can’t do shit about it. You’re going to wish you could bust a load.” He lowered his gaze. “Oh, look. You’re dripping a lot now. Nice.”

So, I was. Being a virgin who watched enough porn made me more desperate to have a taste. I’d wasted my entire high school life being tied down to a girl I could never love. Given where I’d grown up, there’d been no way for me to experiment before that since I’d have to have known a boy as curious as me, which I hadn’t. Otherwise, I could’ve been experienced by now.

“You’re fucking long and thick too. Bigger than me. Damn. How many inches?”

I shrugged. “Nine? I don’t really know since I haven’t measured it in a long time.” Besides, what good did it do at this point? I couldn’t get lucky just yet.

Bran circled his thumb around one of my nipples, that confident look again. “How does this feel, Nick?”

My thoughts were all over the place, my body on fire, and my dick begged for attention. “Good,” I whispered.

“Mmm, you sound hungry. I know you want me bad right now, but good things come to those who wait. And while I can’t spill any details on what goes on in the rituals or even inside the house, I will say this. If you do get initiated, you won’t be a virgin by the time you graduate.”

Well, I would hope not.

“It’s just a matter of who gets to be the first.”

I was so close that I had to control myself from easily shooting all over Bran’s shorts and legs.

He slid his fingers down my body to create more torturous friction. He reached my ass for a tight grope. “You met all of us now, Nick. Which one of us is going to claim this first?”

Would I even be a bottom? How would I know when I usually pictured myself as a top? By the looks of it, Bran had a nice, round ass I wouldn’t mind tasting. Was he a top, though?

Someone quickly walked in, startling me but not Bran.

“Whoa, what the fuck?” said a cute blond who was probably straight by the uncomfortable look on his face. “Get a fucking room.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes as he went inside one of the stalls to pee.

Bran smirked. “To be continued, Nick.” He winked but remained standing in front of me.

To be continued, indeed. Now, I was left with blue balls that I couldn’t do anything about. I was teased for kicks. I felt used by the frat pricks. Would it be worse tomorrow? When would I be allowed to come? Would I even make it to the end?