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My phone rang, it was Craig. “Hey boy!”, he shouted through the phone. “Wear your regular outfit and meet me at my place within 15 minutes”, he ordered. Those were the only words he spoke. I knew what to do. I picked my tightest buttonfly jeans out of my closet, my white tank top, my tightest thong and my metal cock cage. I took a quick shower, removed all body hear, put on my outfit and stepped into my car.

Since the day that Craig discovered me at the gay orgie bar, where I was forced to have gay sex, my life was officially over. John, my captor, promised me anonymity by letting me wear a leather mask, but at the end, he auctioned my mask and there I was, completely naked without the mask, completely recognizable by Craig, my boss. Craig always wanted to have sex with me, and until now I was able to fence him off. But now he had my tapes, me being naked and having gay sex. My life was over and I was his. Completely.

I arrived at this place, 5 minutes too late. Damn!  I knew I was getting punished now. I rang the door and Craig opened the door. My jaw almost dropped to the floor ! There he was, Craig, wearing the same outfit as he ordered me to wear. At the office, Craig always wore a suit and tie. Now he was displaying his goods at the max. He was gorgeous. After fucking my brains out for two weeks, I started to like Craig more and more. He was muscled, had a beautiful body, nice face, but with a mean grin. He was a dominant top. I especially love his chest, his cock and his ass. He was almost a double of Landon Conrad. Muscled, big, manly and tough.

Craig said nothing, grabbed me by my hair, dragged me inside and threw me on the couch by force. He sat on the coach and tried to grab me by force. I tried to get away, but Craig was stronger. He threw me over his knee, like a small boy who was about to get punished by his father. I felt some extra hands grabbing my hands and feet, cuffing them with metal cuffs. Before I could do or say anything, I was at Craigs mercy, cuffed across his lap, being held by two other studs I could not see. I tried to shout, as I could not move my hands or feet, but someone shoved the red ballgag in my mouth and cuffed it behind my head. Completely helpless, I could only say HMMMM!!!!!.

“Boy!”, he shouted. “You are late! And you know what I do with naughty boys who are late! They get a good spanking!”. And with that, he tore my white tanktop off, unbuttoned my jeans, removed my belt, and yanked my jeans down to my ankles. The stud holding my ankles, quickly uncuffed my feet, removed the jeans and recuffed my feet again. I could have tried to struggle, but I knew it was no use. I was at Craigs mercy. Craig raised his bare heands and slapped my ass. “WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!”. I screamed. It hurt like hell, and tears streamed down my face. “WHACK WHACK WHACK!!!”, he kept on slapping my ass until it was bright red. I stopped struggling and decided to comply and obey.

Next, he carried me to another room. He cuffed my hands to a ceiling chain and stretched the chain so I was standing on my toes, my ankles still cuffed. I was in a dark room with a red curtain. When I looked around me, I saw who the other studs where: it was John, my captor and someone I did not know. They all wore the same outfit, making me rock hard. I was only wearing my pink thong, but I knew it would soon be torn off, leaving me butt naked.

The curtains were opened, and there I saw about 30 men. I was in a kind of gay bar and some of the men who watched me had already taken off their shirts. Others had even removed their pants and where standing there in their underwear. Some of them were already naked. I was the centre of the show. And again, camera’s were running.

I saw Craig and John kissing each other, holding each other and slowly taking their clothes off. They watched me from the corner of their eyes, teasing me. They frenched kissed each other and within minutes they were down to their undies. Craig was wearing a tight pink thong, and John was wearing a yellow one. They both had huge boners, each wearing a metal cock ring. Their bodies were gorgeous. Deep inside, I wanted to be uncuffed, grab their crown jewels and suck them. They came up to me, with a knife, cut my thong and threw it into a corner. I was naked completely. Then they tore off their own thongs. I saw both their cocks, Craigs cock was huge, Johns cock was massive. They uncuffed me and released me from my ball gag. Escape was impossible with these to muscle men. Craig grabbed me by my hair and forced his cock into my mouth. I knew better than to comply and open my mouth. Within seconds I felt Johns hands on my ass and with one push he forced his cock into my ass.

It was a strange sensation. It had been a dream to be fucked and forced to suck two big muscle men cocks for years. I never had to guts to actually do it. And know, these two studs were forcing me to. I decided to forget everything and go for it. Craig made me smell at this little bottle and I immediately forgot everything. Suddenly, all I wanted was Craigs cock. I sucked at it as if it was my last meal. I noticed Craig was acting like a beast. Grunting, puffing like one, going faster and faster. Meanwhile, John was raping my ass like a madman. It hurt like hell, but it felt good at the same time. I felt this warm cream streaming into my mouth. I wanted to get rid of Craigs cock, but Craig held my head securely, preventing me to back off and forcing me to swallow his load. Then, I felt this hot cream exploding in my ass and dripping out of my hole, down to my legs.

Now I really was a gay whore. When I thought it was over, Craig and John traded places and started all over again. It took hours. I was exhausted. When I thought it was finally over, I heard Craig finally speak. But he did not say what I wanted him to say. To my shock he said: “this gay fuck horse, will be hours the entire week. He will be naked and to our mercy the entire week. And all of you guys can fuck his ass whenever you want to, or make him suck your cock. This is our week off and this is your present. The dude teasing you for years is finally yours to do with as you please. A gift from John and me”.

I was in shock. I wanted to scream, object, say NOOOOO!!!!, but I could not, since Johns cock was still in my mouth and Craigs cock in my ass.

Author’s note: The word Lalapanzi is a Zulu word that means, sleep here or rest here.

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A plethora of hotels and motels catering for travelling salespeople in the remote areas of South Africa existed during the nineteen-sixties. As time progressed and the world modernized, however, these places began to dwindle, as multinational corporations swallowed them up or ended these charming and individually owned places of accommodation.

Much later, of course, the blossoming B & B era would also follow. A few of these hotels survived into the nineteen-eighties, nonetheless.

Every six weeks on my most northern visits, I would pass by one of these relics. Although I had often passed Lalapanzi on these trips, that evening, after a lengthy delay on my previous call, I was so tired, that I finally opted to stay over and forgo the additional hundred miles. Having passed by a myriad of times, I had often wondered about this place.

To my delight, when I got shown to my room, it was not as bad as I had imagined. The bungalow assigned to me had a bathroom and was charming. 

After settling in, I went through to a pub, which adjoined the dining area. As I sat down an enthusiastic barman took my drinks order as well as giving me a menu to peruse for later. Although I have to admit that the barman did not ring my bells, Richard, the barman was very engaging. As my gaydar got stimulated, I could not tell if Richie was coming onto me or perhaps sending me up.

There was a roughness to his demeanour, and I could tell that his broad hands showed clear signs of a former labour-intensive type of work. Intrigued by this, I wondered why he was working as a barman. 

As we chatted, his manly hands became fixated on his crotch. Richie was my height, five-foot-eleven-tall, which usually would not have appealed to me because l liked big boys. After hastily slugging back my initial drink, I ordered a second one and offered to buy him a drink as well.

“I don’t drink anymore,” Richie graciously replied.

“Why?” I asked matter-of-factly.

“Booze is not my friend, and that I have ended up here after losing everything,” Richie told me with a look of embarrassment.

With that riddle solved, I decided not to pursue the matter.

After my second drink got placed before me, I urgently needed to piss. With the bar devoid of other patrons, Richie not only pointed toward the toilets but even offered to show me the way.

Once we got to the urinal, Richie stamped his authority by producing a third leg. I had never seen such a large cock in my life. It was fuckin’ gigantic. With a triumphant look on his face, he flapped his dick about majestically. At the sight of his dick, all my former misgivings disappeared as I got utterly ensnared. There was no way that I would be able to resist a dick like this. Although I knew it would hurt, I did not give a fuck.

Regrettably, my worship got interrupted as another patron entered the ablution area, before Richie and I hastily made our way back to the bar. 

As I casually sipped my drink, Richie’s hands kept reminding me of the treasure I had witnessed. Like a slut, I made sure that my key lay on the counter displaying my room number.

As I made my way to the dining area, I unashamedly announced that I would return for a nightcap.

The dinner was far better than I had imagined, and ultimately, I once again found myself seated at the bar. To my joy, it was a slow night at the hotel, and Richie informed me that the pub would soon be closing. With only one other patron in the pub, who fortuitously was not sitting at the counter, Richie began to torment me as he started putting on a show of extreme salaciousness. Apart from rubbing his fingers all over his torso and tweaking his nipples, his hands delved into his pants. It was abundantly clear that his fingers were exploring his foreskin as he looked at me excitedly. To add to my woes, he raised his fingers to his nose as he sniffed the digits lasciviously. After imbibing the scent, Richie’s tongue danced over his lips enticingly before licking his pungent fingers. My cock had never been harder in my lifetime.

Hornier than I had ever been, I finally hurried back to my room to perform the necessary preparation required in expectation of his arrival. With my arse twitching in anticipation, I could not wait for my anal assault.

When I heard the knock on my door, I was hyperventilating. After opening the door almost naked, Richie propelled me toward the bed in a flash before I got flung onto the mattress.  

During this process, Richie’s clothing magically disappeared before he pounced on me. Before I could think, that monstrous cock began sliding in my crack. 

“Brace yourself, bitch, I am about to fuck the living shit out of you.” Richie exulted.

My sublimation was hectically uncomfortable but unbelievably gratifying. As Richie commenced his sustained assault, I whined like a bitch in heat.

‘Oh, Jesus, it is magnificent.’ I pondered hornily.

“Are you okay?” Richie asked.

“Yes, yes… Just fuck the living shit out of me,” I intoned.

“I’ll be glad to,” Richie replied with a hint of malice to his tone.

Richie’s rough and powerful hands now came into play as I got slapped incessantly all over my body. Additionally, his powerful fingers tweaked the living hell out of my nipples, cock, and balls. I had always liked a bit of roughness, but Richie was now giving me a masterclass in ‘torture,’ and I wasn’t sure what hurt more, my dilapidated sphincter, or the rest of my aching body.  

After Richie finally unloaded, any hope of a respite in his onslaught got dashed as I received the most severe skull-fucking of my life. My head and chest looked like a hurricane of saliva had swept over me.

Richie ‘abused’ me for the following three hours before he finally departed, leaving me sucking on ice cubes frantically.

Over the following year, I always stayed at Lalapanzi. It always amused me to think it meant, ‘rest here.’

Sadly, a year later, Richie had moved on, and I never saw him again.  

I had a really hot time on a wilderness camping trip. It was unusual for me to be around a bunch of straight guys. My normal encounters with straight men was always just at work. Well, I don’t know what was going in my head.  I decided to go check out a four week survival camp in the mountains. I had been a Boy Scout and really enjoyed camping.  

I arrived at the camp and it wasn’t very much.  there was a building and few tents. The weather was great. Not hot at all with a nice breeze.   There were only 12 people in the camp.  

Right away I noticed that I was out of place. These guys were all really big, butch, straight men. being 5 feet 9 inches tall myself, I was much smaller than everyone. I am gay however I don’t show it, well, I don’t show it very much.  

Half the campers were in the military. A few were business men. A couple of athletes, I don’t remember the sport. A hippie and a ex-con.  We got all our supplies and gear and we’re paired up into teams of two.  Each pair were given a map and a different location to make camp. We had 7 days to set up a stable camp site. Each camp was about a mile apart. We were not to leave our area or communicate with any other campers. After 7 days the guides would choose the best campsite and everyone else would move to the winners site. Then the rest of the time we worked all as a group. 

Guess which guy got paired with me?  The ex-con! Let’s call him Tom.  He was tall and had big muscles. His skin was white  with a lot of tattoos. His blue eyes were piercing. He had a really sexy deep voice. He really didn’t talk a lot though. He was scary a little because you could tell he was dangerous. That said, Tom was sexy as hell! I remember the first time he took off his shirt. I got hard seeing his washboard stomach. 

Actually he was a good guy to camp with. Tom pretty much stayed to himself. When we worked on the camp together we didn’t really talk much.    We shared a small two man tent. At night we talked. He did ask me if I was gay.  I said yes and tom simply said. Ok, I am not. 

The third day

 I was walking in the woods. I was going to pick berries and as I’m picking the berries, Tom came up behind me. He was wearing blue jeans and a very tight t shirt. Tom grabbed me by my arms and pull my hands together behind my back.  as he was standing close behind me Tom tells me not to say a word.  then pulls off his T shirt and rip a strip of fabric from it.  He ties my arms behind my back. Tom says. You like this, don’t you? you are going to be my bitch.  Tom turns me around and forces me down on my knees. While in front of him restrained, he slaps my face with his nice sexy big uncut cock. He tease my mouth by rubbing his cock on my lips as I taste Tom he says. You’re going to take that dick you little cock sucker.  you like that big straight cock slapped in your face.  I then feel Tom as he grabs my head. He forces his dick all the way down my throat. As he says.  taste my  cock boy.  I am going to fuck your face. I feel it throbbing in my mouth as he forced me down to the base and makes me stay there. Choking a bit but I’m enjoying sucking him all the way down in my throat. then Tom  fucked my mouth for a while.  pumping me and then teasing me a bit and then pumping me some more. Tom says. Suck on that dick boy. I know you want more of this big cock. 

Next thing I know Tom has me thrown down on the ground. my face in the dirt on my knees, my butt in the air. I feel his hands on either side of my ass. Spitting on my hole while spreading my butt cheeks apart. I feel the head of his dick separating my hole.  As Tom is stretching it open he said.  Yes that’s a good boy. Scream all you want. I am going to tear your pussy up! then I moan as he shoves his huge cock hard deep inside of me.  I feel I’m being split in half taking his meat.  He is pounding cock inside of me. As he is pumping me sweat is pouring all over my body. I moan again as I feel hi hot cum squirting. It is all over my butt and in my ass. 

The next thing I know Tom flipped over on my back. I am laying on the ground and he grabs my ankles. spreading my legs apart he grabs his cock. Tom slides it deep inside of me. He fucks me hard over and over. He pulls his cock out of me. I feel your cum shoot all over my dick. And up my body, even on my face. then I feel the head of my dick being licked by Tom. I’m so horny and excited and you ram your finger inside my hole.  

then Tom straddles across me. my arms pinned and shoulders as toms  cock is fed to my mouth.  with his legs on either side of my head he is pumping my mouth. I am pinned to the ground, arms behind my back helpless. Tom said. Swallow my load boy! Take it,as he shoots cum again but, deep in my mouth.

Tom did sex several times and he actually treated me awesome all the time.

The fist time I saw Toms dick was as He lay on his sleeping bag, all six feet of him. His skin was smooth and white. The moonlight was shining across his body, it made his washboard stomach muscles show even more. Then I saw his dick. Oh my god, Tom’s was gigantic. Not just saying this. I could see him jacking his cock with both hands. Not just a  jiggle, but up and down, full strokes! I noticed he was not all  the way hard yet. his cock was thick too, really thick. He did stroke himself for a while. I was frozen looking at him.  Tom glanced over at me a few times, to make sure I was sleeping. He then really got into it. 

He was jacking faster and faster. I saw his sexy moonlit muscles glistening with sweat flexing, he moans a bit and shot his load straight up. It was so much cum I was thinking how much could he have? I could not believe it. He pumped five blasts, all reached impressive heights.  After Tom cleaned up and fell asleep. my cock was hard and dripping pre-cum and I had not touched myself.  That was the second night. Before he came up behind me.

Tom and a few of the guys asked me to go with them to carry firewood.  While we all walked together they were teasing me about being small. Not mean really.  We all spread out and gathered wood. Then we would make a pile. Most of the guys gathered wood and two carry it back to camp pulling a sled. Basically to long logs with a canvas between them. I pulled the log sled every time.  The other guys swapped turns.

First guy

We get to camp and are unloading the wood.  Let call him Jim. Jim said. You sit and rest, I will unload the firewood. So I did. Jim worked fast and as he did I could tell he was showing off for me. I just kept watching but then he removed his shirt. His sweaty chiseled body in front of me. He runs his shirt all over drying off.  He did it slow and sexy. He was watching me then he walks to me and stops with his crotch close to my face. I was seated on the ground.  Jim just says. Suck my cock. Out flipped a long pretty dick. I blew him and it was sexy but quickly done. We headed back to the pile of wood. 

Guy number 2

Basically I blew him too.  We were dragging the sled and halfway back, before we got to camp, he stopped and said, he had to Pee.  Normally you step away a little or turn, then pee. Well, he just pulled it out facing me and pissed. Shook it and left it hanging out. He said. Come suck my cock. I did.

Last guy hauling wood. He was big. I mean really big! Dark hair and broad chest. Arms as big as my legs.  When we had almost finished unloading the wood he didn’t say anything. He just pulled down my pants. He slapped my ass then rammed his finger inside me. Arm around my neck as he stood behind me as he fucked me he held me hard and banging me hard. It felt like a long time too. My ass was sore after he was done.

The hippie named Bill

I like Bill,he was a cool guy he was very mellow. That’s probably because he was always high on pot. 

I was alone in my two-man tent. My tent mate, Tom had gone swimming at night with most of the other guys. I was almost to sleep and I hear the zipper open and bill comes in.  He was wearing just a pair of boxers. Bill lays next to me and says. All kinds of things. All interesting if a bit out there. Then he started saying that he missed his girlfriend. He was so horny and wished she was there.  I fell asleep.  

I woke a bit later and bill was stroking his cock. I just watched him. Bill then says. You are gay? I nodded. He continues. Good, I have a special treat for you. Then Bill gets his cock and puts it in my mouth.  That hippie was yummy. He pumped my mouth and filled my face with cum. Just as he did Tom came in. It was tight in the tent but I sucked and got traded back and forth all night. 

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Well that’s what it’s like to go camping with me.  I hope you enjoyed my story

After last week’s sex session at the toilet block by the lake, I was looking forward to trying my luck again this Wednesday. I cleaned myself well and lubed up my rear “just in case”, then grabbed my little brown bottle of poppers and headed to the lake.

I got there just in time to see the young blonde lad arrive. He had P plates on his car which confirmed my suspicion that he was only about eighteen or nineteen. The truck I’d seen the previous couple of weeks was already there, so the trucker (“truckie”) had already arrived. Young blondie left his car and walked down the path to the toilet block. I was planning to follow a minute later and had just started to do so when suddenly I saw two figures walking back toward the car park.

I ducked behind a tree for cover and watched. As they got closer I confirmed it was the truckie and the young blond spunk. They walked up to his car, opened the back door and got in, audibly locking the door but leaving the window down a fraction for ventilation.

In the darkness I got brave and crept over to the young guy’s vehicle and sat down on the ground directly behind the rear bumper. I could hear the sounds of kissing which went on a while, then the lad’s voice, “I need you in me”. The vehicle moved around a bit as presumably they adjusted positions and removed clothes, though of course I couldn’t see anything.

Very soon I heard the lad gasp and the truckie’s voice clearly said “Oh baby” and I imagined the bigger man had just entered his boy’s fuck-hole. There was a gentle rocking of the car body which gradually became more pronounced and I began to hear heavy breathing. Then suddenly “Take it baby, take my load” and the young man’s voice intoned “Oh yes, fill me stud”.

Things quietened down but I could hear them kissing again, and my cock was rigid with excitement. But I figured it was time to creep away and hide behind a tree. Wisely, because a few minutes later the car door opened, and the truckie stepped out, hauling the blond spunk out with him. He looked around and seeing no-one around the truckie again kissed his lover and told him to be on time again next week.

The truckie then walked back to his truck and started the engine, while the young blonde started his car and drove off.

Once things were quiet again I returned to my car. I sat inside for a while still savouring the excitement of knowing the pretty blonde had been fucked in the back seat of his car, and I envied him. I knew what the truckie’s big cock felt like but that had been a fluke, I wasn’t likely to get lucky with him again.

Another car arrived and I sat motionless watching as two guys got out. One white, one black. I realised it was the same pair of muscle-boys who had fucked the Middle Eastern guy here last week. They headed down the path and after a minute I followed.

I stepped inside the toilet block carefully and could see the two guys standing against the wall in the near darkness. I walked to the opposite wall then squatted down on my haunches leaning against the wall. They read my signal loud and clear, both stepping forward with the black guy offering my mouth his cock. I sucked hungrily, deep-throating him frequently. I was unsurprised when the white dude leaned over and told me “Keep sucking but stand up and move around so I can get at your arse.”

I did as I’d been told, and grabbed my bottle of poppers from my pocket before having my shorts hauled down to my ankles. I took a deep breath of poppers and then the black stud took the bottle from my hand and inhaled several times before passing it to his white mate who did likewise before returning the bottle to my hand.

Then a stiff erection pressed against my backside and I used my hand to guide it firmly into my hole, wincing a little as it popped past the sphincter but quickly adjusting to its presence. The white guy slowly rocked his body backwards and forwards so his cock was pulling almost out then sliding back in again. As he did so his black buddy began talking dirty. “Yeah Davo, fuck that bitch, give him a fuckin’ pounding” which seemed to inspire “Davo” to step up the tempo and he began ramming me hard as his mate told me I was their bitch and they would fill me with their loads real soon.

What with the poppers and a cock in each end of me, I was feeling good, but felt a bit lost when “Davo” finally pulled his cock from my arse after he had drilled his load into me. His black buddy soon took over though, shoving aggressively into me and telling me again that I was their bitch to fuck, as he rammed his hips against my backside, sinking his cock deep inside my willing hole.

“Davo” spoke up – “Give it to him Jamie, ride the bitch hard, he wants your load in his pussy”. So at least I knew who was fucking me!

Jamie continued to ride me for quite a few minutes before lifting me right off my feet as he fired his cum-shots into me. I knew what was coming next, he pulled out and pushed me to my knees and ordered me to clean his cock. I gently licked his still-hard cock and swallowed some dribbles of cum. Then the two of them pulled up their pants, and walked out.

I felt groggy from exertion, so pulled up my shorts and sat on the toilet seat while my head cleared. After a few minutes I felt OK to walk back to the car. But strangely I wasn’t ready to go home. I decided to go across town to the one and only sex-on-premises club, and paid my money. I used the toilet and had a shower, slipped a towel around me and headed upstairs.

Luck was on my side that night. Looking through the open door of one of the cubicles I could see a tall slim guy lying on his back with legs lifted in the air. A burly red-headed guy was fucking him vigorously and the slim guy was loving it, moaning “Oh yeah, fuck me, don’t stop, fuck me hard”. Standing alongside was a big guy aged about fifty I’d say, stroking a massive erection, not just long but thick. As the red-head fucked away at the slim guy, the big man encouraged him – “Yeah mate, fuck him good and get him ready for my cock” and so on.

This went on for quite a few minutes, and by now I was inside the cubicle standing beside the couple fucking. The tall slim guy was hitting his bottle of poppers and begging to have a load inside him, and the red-head soon enough delivered, slamming into him and calling out “Take my cum-load mate, take it all”.

Watching guys fuck really excites me, but I knew there was more to come so I kept my hand away from my cock. The red-head slipped back out of the guy, who told him “Let me lick it clean” and he was rewarded with the red-head’s cock in his mouth as he moaned and slobbered over it.

The man with the big cock now moved into position, smothering lube over his cock and lifting the slim guy’s legs apart and upwards as he slowly edged his mighty tool inside. The slim guy took a few big hits from his bottle of poppers, and in his aroused state he had no problem taking the large member all the way inside. The big guy began rocking his hips and the slim guy whimpered with pleasure and soon told his big stud to “fuck the shit outta me”.

No sooner said than done, the big guy leaned down and brought his mouth to his fuck-buddy’s open mouth and delivered a gob of spit into it, repeating this several times. The slim guy moaned and began whimpering “Fuck me, fuck me” and the cock in his arse began to drive back and forth like a piston. Eventually the big guy let out a roar and his whole body froze as he came inside his partner, grunting “Fuck yeah” repeatedly as each of several ejaculations pumped out a blast of semen.

By now there were three other men in the cubicle watching the action, and one was a muscular Asian guy who caught my eye. I smiled at him and he dropped his towel to reveal a nice stiff cock. I had been massively aroused watching the slim guy take a pounding from two virile studs, and now a hot guy was offering me cock, so I wasted no time and knelt before him.

But instead he put his hands under my armpits and said “Let’s go to another cubicle, I want to fuck you”. I staggered to my feet and we pushed past the other men and entered an empty cubicle. He locked the door then removed the towel again, telling me to lie down on my back. He asked if I wanted him to use a condom and I said I wanted his load in me. So he greased his cock with some lube then began to press his cock-head against my hole; I concentrated on opening up and he slid inside with a gasped “Ah fuck yeah”.

The Asian stud rode me for some time, and I did my usual dirty talk that makes me horny, telling him his cock felt so good in my arse, that he owned my arse tonight, that I wanted to be his bitch, that I needed his stud-load pumped inside me, that I loved taking it from a hot man. All of it true.

So eventually he did pump his load into me as I muttered “Fill me, fill me”. He collapsed on top of me breathing heavily, and stayed inside me for about five minutes. Then he told me I was a great fuck, got up and left the cubicle. I waited a few minutes before wrapping a towel around me and heading to the shower. The Asian stud was there showering himself, and he gave me a cheeky wink as I stepped under the shower-head. “How’s your arse feeling?” he asked and I said “Better for having had your cock in it mate”.

He laughed and asked if I would like more of it sometime. I said I could take plenty more of his cock any time he wanted, and he offered to take down my number when we went to the locker room. He had a very busy work life but said he might call me and invite me over for a fucking when he felt the urge. I said I hoped he got the urge soon. He laughed and said “Patience mate” and having finished dressing he left the premises.

I wasn’t ready to leave yet, and wandered back upstairs. To my surprise the tall thin guy Id watched being fucked was still in the same cubicle. This time he was on his knees sucking a very dark cock on a very handsome tall black man who looked to be in his forties and fit as a bull. There was no-one else in the cubicle so I stepped inside to watch and the participants didn’t object.

The slim guy was deep-throating the big guy and almost choking as he took the thick cock down his throat. It wasn’t long before the big man ushered his cock-sucker up and onto the big bed, on his hands and knees. Then the stud lubed up his cock and oh-so-slowly edged it into the slim guy’s hole. I knew the slim guy had taken a big cock earlier so figured this next one would not be a problem, and it wasn’t; the slim guy pushed his arse back, taking the big weapon deep inside as the stud exclaimed “Fucking hell!”.

The black stud looked at me and smiled, and I wondered what he was thinking, then he reached for my arm and pulled me towards the bed and said “Get on your hands and knees beside this one”. I obeyed immediately and soon the big guy gave my arse a taste of his meat, riding me for a few minutes before returning to the slim guy and reaming him some more.

The big guy then commanded us to “Look at each other and spit in each other’s faces”, so I spat hard at my fellow bottom and he returned the favour. “Keep it up” ordered our stud and we did more of the same. The stud returned his cock to my arse and began slamming into me, soon ejaculating inside me as he grunted “Take my load”. He quickly pulled out of me and jammed his cock, dripping with cum, into the slim guy’s welcoming hole and pounded him for a minute or so. Then he stood up and walked out.

The two of us lay there together, our arses stretched and dripping. Then the slim guy moved around to face my arse and we began to rim each other, each savouring the taste of a stud’s semen as it dribbled from our holes.

After all that I’d surely had enough sex and I drove home happy.

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The first time I went to Bunker, I was excited with anticipation of what experiences might occur. Walking in, it was dark and seedy, and I couldn’t wait to strip down to my jockstrap and get some European dick. After paying the fee, placing my things in a locker, I had a bottle of poppers with me that I had purchased in Amsterdam, and I walked down to the glory hole booths. 

Within minutes, there was a large uncut hard cock poking through the hole in the wall and I pounced on it immediately. No idea who the owner of this cock was, nor did I care. I lost myself in the moment and gave it all my attention, feeling the warmth of its heat radiating in my mouth as I engulfed it in its entirety. I slobbered all over that cock, getting it dripping wet. I was on a mission to get fucked. I stood up and backed my twitching hole onto it. The cock did not pull back, it stood there proudly as it disappeared into my willing hole. I rocked and bounced my ass on this 9” tool, moaning like a bitch when another cock appeared through the hole in front of me. This one was maybe 7”, but very thick, also uncut. I bent over and began to suck it and the cock in my ass began to piston fuck me. Now I was being throat and ass fucked simultaneously, and I took my first hit of poppers.

As if we were in a porn movie, the cock in my ass began spewing its load deep inside my ass at the very same time the cock I had been sucking unleashed down my throat. Not a bad start to a long night of cock, I thought to myself. I hadn’t even been there 30 minutes and already I had two cocks. Maybe beginners luck or I was the fresh meat? I didn’t care!

I then went to the dark room area. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust and I began to see many men in this small dark space. Some were squatting sucking dick, some were bent over taking it up the ass and down the throat, and others were just standing and stroking. As I stood there watching, a hand began to grope my leaking ass, and shoving a finger or two into my wet hole. Suddenly, he grabbed my head and this stranger began to aggressively kiss me, continuing the finger fuck. He had a scruffy beard, and I began to claw at his chest hair as he stimulated me. He pulled away from the kiss got behind me and shoved his dick right up my ass while kissing my neck and biting my ear, and, as he fucked harder he began to give me a hicky on my neck. It didn’t take long before I heard him grunt and fuck his nut inside me.

I stayed in the dark room for awhile sucking on one cock and another, anonymous cocks almost non-stop for at least an hour, some shooting down my throat or all over my face. It was hot to have all that cum inside me and on me.

I then decided it was time for more anal action. I walked to the sling area and I was pleasantly surprised to see there was one available for me. I hopped in and secured my ankles. I pulled on the blindfold I had with me and waited for some cock to fill me. It didn’t take long. I felt a wet tongue lap at my asshole before it was stuffed with a very fat dick. It stretched me wide as I was fucked hard. The poppers I had inhaled while being rimmed out really helped me loosen up to take this cock, it was as wide as a double wide truck! Slamming into me with force, I begged for him to fuck me harder. When he realized I was American, he said something along the lines of “hot American ass, I fuck you hard”, and he rewarded me with a giant load.

I had been in that sling for well over an hour and had been bred multiple times by men I could not see. The experience was special. I’d always had a fantasy of being knocked up by anonymous men, and now I was living it, and loving every single moment. (I had someone anonymous fuck and breed me last weekend, still hot!).

I did notice vats of crisco on shelves nearby the slings. I really never expected to take a fist that evening. After a series of cocks unloading inside me, I began to feel slick fingers slip inside my gaping and cum-filled hole. Two fingers became three, and when three became four, I began to realize what was about to happen. I was nervous as I hadn’t really done this before, but I felt like I was at the point of no return, and I was enjoying the experience. I inhaled deeply on the brown bottle and took that thumb and full  hand inside me.

The hand began to push inside me further and I grabbed onto the chains of the sling tightly and pushed out like I was trying to expel, and that’s when it happened, as I pushed out, he pushed in, and I felt and heard the “pop” of his hand pushing past my second hole. I took more deep hits. As he began to ball his hand into a fist, and start to rock his forearm inside me, my cock rose to life. I’d never experienced anything so pleasurable in my life! As he built up the intensity of his movement, I began to jerk off and it didn’t take too long before I had cum all over my chest and stomach! It was a wild explosion. I rubbed all the cum into my skin as the fist removed itself from my cavity, and was replaced by a cock. I dared to lift off the blindfold to see who this man was that had given me his fist and now his cock. He was a tall man, maybe 30’s, dark hair, sideburns and mustache, wearing a leather vest and tattoos I couldn’t make out in the darkness. His eyes locked on mine and still no words spoken, he fucked me intensely until breeding me with his seed. After he came, he bent down and we made out passionately. I thanked him, he pulled out, and walked away into the darkness.

I laid back in the sling in a stupor for a few minutes and threw on the blindfold again, took a few more loads, and then decided to call it a night. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been used so thoroughly and taken so much cock! The taxi ride back to my hotel was a blur, but I do remember crawling up to my room, unlocking the door, stripping and jerking  off once more before falling to sleep!

When I was going to college, my parents were not could not secure accommodation for me at the university residence. After arriving at a residential hotel that would become my home for the next few years, we found it comfortable and not too far from campus. Above all, three meals per day were included in the tariff and my parents were delighted with the monthly cost. My parents hit it off with the housekeeping manager, and she placed me in a fantastic room on the second floor.

The room was conveniently located diagonally across from the ablution area. Each room had a basin, but the communal toilets, showers, and baths, were located on either end of the u-shaped complex on all six floors. There was only one room beyond mine, nestled in a corner to the right, directly across from the communal bathroom. Truthfully, I would have liked that room given its privacy, but with these corner units being the most popular, they were highly prized. Irene did promise me that when one became available, I would be first in line.

After a few days, I finally met the occupant of the sort after corner unit in a somewhat unpleasant fashion. It was late on a Thursday afternoon, and I was listening to music rather loudly. After a very firm knock at my door and upon opening it, I got confronted by an enormous man who filled the entire frame. He was over six-foot-tall and must have weighed three hundred pounds. He had red hair, a ruddy complexion, and light blue pissed-off eyes.

Explaining that he was a nurse and worked shifts, he asked if I would mind turning my racket down. I did so immediately and humbly apologized, before he stomped off.

The following day I bought a bottle of red wine as a peace offering, hoping that he drank the beverage. I did not want to be at war with a fellow lodger. Later that day I knocked lightly on his door, and moments later, he observed me with a puzzled expression. A smile broke out on his face as he accepted my gift graciously. Despite his weight, Rudy was quite good-looking. After a brief conversation, I left for my room.

The following afternoon there was a knock at my door. After informing me that he had acquired two wine glasses that day, Rudy commanded me to his room for a drink. After obediently following, upon entering his room became aware of an intense foot smell. It was not hectic but pungent. For the next two hours, we chatted and exchanged histories. He had recently moved to the city where he was biding his time at the hotel. Rudy was hopeful that an apartment would become available in the apartment block next to the hospital where he worked. The block was highly favoured by hospital staff, and he was on their waiting list.

I was rather amused to learn that he was of Scottish origin because when we met I had gotten the impression that he was a descendant of that hostile and sexy marauding race. I also felt that he was a lonely person and that relationships had never worked out for him. He was an interesting guy and conversation flowed easily.

After two enjoyable hours in his company, I took my leave and returned to my room. I thought about him before drifting off to sleep that night. Inexplicably, I found him rather sexy. I had never gotten hung up about body shapes and the myriad of requirements, which so many gay men have on their checklists. His size, however, was quite intimidating. My gaydar had also not got triggered during my visit and I assumed that he was straight.

The following afternoon there was a knock at my door. Rudy was wearing a bathrobe and had a towel over his shoulder. He informed me he was off for a shower but invited me to join him for a drink in his room afterward. I agreed, and then ten minutes later, when he knocked again, I followed him to his room. I sat on the single chair, which all rooms in the hotel got furnished with, and watched him as he removed his dressing gown. He was huge and one of his thighs was easily the size of my waist. Rudy was not flabby, and there were no flaps of loose skin on him, but his gut was epic.

His entire body got covered with fine reddish hair and as he gave his body a final rub with his towel, my eyes focussed on his substantial uncut penis. It appeared strangely lumpy towards the front of his foreskin. Noticing my frown, he asked me if I had ever heard of genital beading. I shook my head negatively. Then moving closer to me, he showed me that he had five beads implanted in the front of his foreskin. When I asked why, he laughed and told me that it gave him unbelievable satisfaction when he jerked off.

Because of the perplexed look on my face, I then got a close-up demonstration as he pulled the foreskin back, revealing a bright purple glans. When the foreskin moved backward, I could see the beads that looked weird. Placing his hand on the retracted beads, he began to slide the embedded skin up and down his cock shaft. His dick grew by the second as blood flowed into it, and soon Rudy was giving me a full-on demonstration of his technique. His body swayed as he got into stride, accompanied by low guttural sounds emanating from him.

Imprisoned between the bed and the wall, I was obliged to observe the show. The demonstration did not last too long before Rudy pointed his dick downward and spewed an impressive load on the floor between us. His cum was thick and lumpy and lay in a pool at our feet. Somewhat embarrassed, he retrieved some tissues and mopped up the mess. Rudy then put his shorts and a t-shirt on before pouring our wine.

He asked me if I was gay a short while later, before quickly adding that he was bi-sexual, possibly to put me at ease. I told him that although I had enjoyed sex with women, my preference was for guys. Smiling, noncommittally, he gave me a ‘so what’ shrug.

We again enjoyed one another’s company and as I was leaving two hours later he seemed somewhat disappointed.

After returning to my room, I did some homework. As time passed, I became horny and regretted my early departure from next door. On an impulse, I returned to his room. After knocking lightly on the door, Rudy observed me for a long while after opening the door.

“So… What took you so long?” He asked, almost irritated

After closing the door, he pulled his t-shirt off before removing mine. Rudy then pushed my shorts down before removing his own. After he began caressing my body, I stood silently in rigid anticipation. Upon enfolding me in his thick arms his mouth closed in on mine before he commenced kissing me passionately.

‘What the fuck am I doing here?’ my mind began intoning.

As the passion of our tussle intensified, he moved his left hand upward, clamping my head in a vice-like grip. As his oral ‘assault’ now became manic, it felt like he was about to eat my face. I then got thrown onto his bed on my back before his huge body hovered above me seconds later.

Inexplicably, I again could not believe that I had succumbed to this giant.

Looking down at me he asked, “Does my little piggy want to be smother-fucked?” I nodded my head in approval.

After slumping onto me, it felt like I was getting enveloped by a mountain of flesh. Already battling to breathe, my breathing got further restricted as his mouth once again closed in on mine. Astonishingly, I had never been a chubby chaser, and I could not fathom why Rudy was turning me on.

Pinned down by him, with my legs wrapped around the man-mountain, I began to feel his thick beaded knob pulverizing my genitals as he pumped his crotch into my arse. As I fought for air, it was clear that my restricted breathing was exciting him, and he did not alleviate my situation. Further escalating the constriction, he enclosed my throat in his huge right hand. The more I squirmed and gasped, the more he grunted his approval.

I had never experienced anything more exhilarating in my life and when I eventually felt I was about to blackout he let go of my neck, allowing me to frantically inhale fresh air. It was awesome. After ordering me onto my stomach, he again slumped on top of me before my crack received a beaded battering as he ground himself into my crack.

With his left hand around my throat, my breathing again got restricted. My writhing thrilled him anew as he manically slid his ever-increasingly slimy cock between my cheeks. Lifting his pelvis moments later, I felt the beaded monster’s onslaught into my sphincter. As his cock tore into me, it felt like a red-hot poker was getting shoved up my arse. I yelped ecstatically, as his fat hand closed over my mouth, before he began hectically stabbing my backside.

After eventually lifting onto his arms, he began battering into to me with exaggerated thrusts. Grunting victoriously a while later, he finally unloaded his lumpy seed into me. Rudy then collapsed onto me, again enveloping me with his sweaty body. Hoping for some respite, I was surprised moments later when his massive rump again sprang to life. My subjugation was far from over as he again began hammering my arse with renewed vigour.

After biting my ear, he asked, “Do you like being my bitch, piggy?”

I haltingly answered, “Yes… Yes, daddy, use me as you like.”

When he began bouncing on me like a lunatic, I was afraid the bed would break. Completely overcome by his domination, I wanted him to annihilate my backside and abuse my body at his whim. His assault was exhilarating, and succumbing to his torment was turning me on incredibly. He went ballistic as he reached his next climax, uttering the most primal sounds I had ever heard.

Again slumping onto me after our session he gasped, “Your mine now piggy, you belong to me.”

Having to attend college early the following morning, I pleaded for my emancipation. Reluctantly, Rudy finally allowed me to return to my room.

Before I drifted off to sleep, I thought about what I had just endured. I was sure that I had just experienced the tip of the iceberg with Rudy and that an escalation of enslavement would follow. Perplexed, horny, and invigorated, I drifted off to sleep.

The following day I waddled around campus with a very sore arse. Each time I sat down, I got reminded of the arse battering I had received the night before. It was clear to me that a master/slave relationship had got established. Rudy was in control and I would have to submit to him. I found the thought frightening but intoxicating at the same time. I had a hard time concentrating on my work at the college, pondering our possible sex life ahead. Would I be able to cope? My suppression had been very stimulating, and his bulk had aroused me beyond my comprehension.

After returning from college the following day, I knew that Rudy would only arrive back at the hotel after ten p.m. What would unfold that evening? Would I again be pounced on and pulverized? As I attempted to do my homework, my cock began leaking like a faucet. I kept rubbing myself up against the desk in horny anticipation. Finally, I lay on the bed, awaiting his arrival. Would he knock at my door and usher me to his room?

After an age, he finally passed my door and went straight to his room. Was he dropping off something in his room before summoning on me? As time passed, I felt myself slump in disbelief. Why wasn’t I being beckoned? An hour later, I finally gave up hope and got into bed. What was wrong? Hadn’t I pleased him? Had I possibly been a shit fuck, or was this possibly a lesson in control? Troubled, I eventually dozed off to sleep.

After college the following day, I again got my homework done while thinking about Rudy. I wondered if I would see him that evening. As time dragged on and after ten p.m., my anticipation began to grow. My heart began to palpitate as I heard someone coming down the passage. Thankfully, there was a knock at my door.

Not wanting to seem too eager, I waited ten seconds before opening the door. There was no one there. Collecting my keys, I locked my door before heading off to Rudy’s room. Fortunately, his door was open. Peering into his room, I asked if he had knocked on my door. Rudy was seated on his bed and beckoned me over with his right hand. As I stood before him, he pulled my shorts and underpants down.

Staring at me, he ordered, “On your knees, piggy.” I did as I got told, before he uttered, “Shoes and socks piggy.”

The smell of his feet was pungent as I began to remove his footwear. Looking down at me, he commanded, “Clean my feet piggy, lick them clean.” I lifted his right foot and held it in my hands for a few seconds. “Put my toes in your fucking mouth, and start sucking them.” I immediately conformed to his demand. He continued issuing instructions as I set to work, licking his entire foot.

Once done, the left foot followed with more directions. Job complete, he stood up and undressed. When I tried to stand I got told, “You only get off your knees when I say you can. Is that clear, piggy?” I again obediently knelt. 

Once Rudy was naked, he instructed me to get on the bed and lie on my back with my feet toward the headboard. With my head hanging off the end of the bed, he turned around before pulling his arse cheeks apart and lowering his sweaty butt-hole onto my face. Rudy energetically commenced rubbing his crack all over my face and let out a low rumbling purr as I licked his pucker.

Then, grunting, he exclaimed, “Use your fucking tongue properly, piggy.” Twirling my tongue in and out of his distended butt-hole sent him into horny overload and shortly he spun around and unloaded all over my face. He then began scooping cum from my face and slopping it into my mouth. Afterward, he ordered to lick his hands clean.

After pulling me up off the bed, I got a face-licking from Rudy. Locked in his arms, with his left hand controlling my head, Rudy comprehensively licked my face. Slavering over my entire head, nose, eyes, and ears, they all got emulsified by his febrile tongue. Rudy then threw me onto the bed and charged me to pull my legs up with my hands. With his fat cock in his right hand, he began thrashing my genitals with his iron-hard dick.

As I yelped, he scolded, “Stop acting like a pussy and take your punishment.”

As he battered my balls I whimpered, pretending to plead for mercy. Although the punishment was severe, I found it heavenly. After I had been ‘softened up’ to his liking, he turned me onto my stomach and urgently entered me. His technique was jarring and manic. Finally slumping onto me, he placed both his hands on top of my head and went crazy as he pummelled me. Pinned by his mass, my compressed body happily capitulated to his lustful domination. Rudy’s genital beads drove me crazy as he thumped my arse.

“Squeal piggy, your fucking arse now belongs to me, fucking squeal for daddy,” he barked.

As I gasped, I put on a lively performance. Finally lifting onto outstretched arms, he gave me a butt-battering of epic proportions.

After he finally spewed into me, he slumped onto my body as he announced, “Tonight you’ll stay here, and there’ll be no respite for you.”

We lay like that for ten minutes before he lifted my body off the bed. Pushing me up against the wall in his room with my arms spread-eagled, he clamped my wrists in his hands and began frantically ramming his cock into me again. As he pumped me full of his lumpy cum once more, my body got squashed in total surrender.

Having tamed me, he now totally dominated every fibre of my being. In total defeat, I yielded to my master and my enslavement got completed.

That night I had found my perfect match. Rudy fucked me three more times, and I was in total ecstasy. Thank goodness he was a nurse because I had a feeling that I may need medical treatment after future sexual engagements.

When Rudy moved to his apartment three months later, I followed. My parents were quite happy with the new arrangement and took a great liking to Rudy. A few years later, my parents were somewhat surprised when they realized the true nature of my relationship with Rudy. At that time, it no longer mattered because I had become self-sufficient, and their authority no longer played a part in my life.

By then, my enslavement by Rudy was all-embracing.

But, that’s a whole other story.

My eyes opened. Was that the sound of a door shutting? The room was dark, but not pitch dark. Not long after dawn? My mouth was dry and my head hurt. I knew this feeling, but I hadn’t felt it often. And my ass hurt. Where was I? I swiveled my head. I still didn’t know. This wasn’t my bedroom. I hadn’t been in my apartment more than a couple of weeks, but this wasn’t it. This was a seedy motel room. I groaned. Shit. Booze and pills again. I hadn’t done this in a while.

And sex. And I hadn’t done it to someone else. Someone else had done it to me—I was a submissive, though, so . . .

I was on my back on the bed, naked. My legs were bent and spread, my feet flat on the sheets. My pelvis was raised, a couple of pillows jammed under my waist. My ass hurt. My ass felt like it was on fire. I reached down with my hand, groaning because I realized all of my muscles ached. I knew this feeling too, but not for some time either. I knew what had happened, but how bad? How often? Who? I sure as hell hadn’t done that for a while. I moved here resolved I would be more careful than this. But I don’t think I did this. I think somebody did this knowing I was vulnerable.

Shit, he must have been a monster. I was dilated for a really big one. He’d barebacked me. My fingers came away with cum on them. The cum had dribbled down almost to my knees. He’d pumped me full of cum, he had.

Where was I? What had happened? Who? Where had I been last night. With whom? How much had I had to drink and why? I knew I had to have had one tied on—enough that I lost my senses and my control, or I wouldn’t be here now. Not just drink. Pills too. Watch out for those pills. Wherever this was. And I wouldn’t be in this position—naked and on my back and what obviously was a hotel room and with my legs spread—or in this condition—fucked, unless I’d been on a drink and pills binge. Not just fucked, but royally fucked from what I could tell of the pain in my ass and how dilated I still was. My hole was still pulsing. It pulled at my finger when I moved it down there. And there was cum smeared up my belly too. I’d cum as well. How many times? For that matter, how many men? I had been drugged and gangbanged before. I thought those times were over. I felt drained. I felt violated.

But why was I purring. I felt satisfied as well.

But I’d gotten blotto drunk and had lost total control. I hadn’t gotten here on my own steam. And from what I could remember, it hadn’t started here. A party. I’d been at a party. I’d been under a guy with him stroking my legs, coaxing me to open them for him in someone’s house—a bedroom. There was something before here. How? With whom?

I rolled over onto the side of the bed on my buttocks with a groan, putting my feet over the side. I stepped onto something squishy and looked down. Condoms. Spent rubbers. Two of them on the floor by the side of the bed. Not just barebacked but condoms had been used too. More than one guy then, probably.

Shit. I’d been fucked more than once. Black bulls. That just flashed through my brain. It was a black bull night.

I picked up the portfolio on the nightstand. It claimed this was a Super 6 motel in Blacksburg, Virginia. Well, at least I was still in town. Clothes were strewn out on the floor between the door and the bed. My clothes. I recognized them. The clothes I’d worn last night. To a party. A party off campus after a Virginia Tech football game. Bits and pieces were coming back to me. I hadn’t gone alone. It was a party I’d known about. I was surprised about the party actually. I wonder why I was surprised.

Dr. Mason of the Sports media department. That was it. My faculty sponsor. He’d invited me to go to a victory party while we were watching the Virginia Tech-Pitt game in the stands. It was part of the faculty identifying with the students, he’d said. A faculty party but with students there. Hunky students, he’d said. Real studs. Some of the faculty too, he’d said.

Did he do this? I knew he was gay and he was being quite friendly to me. I’d even admitted to him that I was gay too. I’d also admitted to have been quite a player at one time. That was before, when I was being interviewed for this job. I knew he was gay because he’d fucked me then. Part of the interview, he’d said. I’d passed with flying colors, he’d said. I knew he’d be after me again here in Blacksburg. I’d expected it last evening when he invited me to the party.

But he was what, in his fifties? He couldn’t have manhandled me into this position. And he didn’t have the size to have dilated me this much. I was sure it had been a stud—at the party and then here. And he was the wrong color. I’d been fucked by a black bull.

Now why did I think that? Why was I so certain he was black—and a bull? I stretched back out on the bed and calmed myself. I’d think about this. It would come back into shape. I maybe wouldn’t remember it all as drunk as I’d been, but I should be able to piece more of it together. What was it about a black? No, not one black. There were a lot of guys at the party from the sports program. A lot of black bulls roaming around, getting close, touching, speaking in double entendres, trying to make me.

Well, one of them or more had made me. But which one? Would I encounter him again? Was I getting into a master-slave position again? I’d been determined to avoid that when I moved. Bits and pieces were emerging from the fog. There was no question that I had been mastered—held immobile, penetrated, fully possessed, fucked by a bull stud.

I closed my eyes and let my mind drift. The sense of black arms around me, a black body entwining, possessing, controlling mine swam up into my mind. We were on a bed, in a bedroom, but not here in this motel—not at first. There was music and loud conversation nearby. Hands all over me. Rough hands, big hands. Between my legs, coaxing my legs open. Moving between them. The encompassing strength of the embrace. The gasp of the penetration. The immediate demand to stretch or split, the vigorous, complete taking.

There at the party, and then again here, in the motel room.

I lay there, on the motel room bed, moving my pelvis, stroking my cock, half way remembering the muscular black body enveloping me and being possessed, stretched, consumed inside. But . . . I . . . just couldn’t quite bring the image together more than that. And it wasn’t this motel room. It was a bedroom in a house—where the party was. Not here—not at first. But later.

I shot my load up my belly with a little cry and sank, exhausted, into the sheets. I turned my cheek to the side and tried to remember more—tried to remember how I got here. What I had done here? Who I had done it with? Who had done it to me?

But my last thought before I drifted off into an exhausted sleep was, welcome to Blacksburg. Welcome to Virginia Tech.

* * * *

I suppose it would be justified to finger me as being fickle as, at twenty-five, I had come to Blacksburg and Virginia Tech to begin a third career, this time somewhere more rural, because international and urban venues had not been too kind to me. I was, though, trying to bring all of my previous training to bear on this new career.

I had started as a male figure skater, which required every bit of athleticism as being a football or hockey player did. Whatever I seemed to do in life, though, sex scandal seemed to follow me. I trained in the era in which Rick Callahan ruled as the male skating coach in Colorado Springs. He took me on the Grand Prix circuit and to a top-ten finish at an Olympics. After I had moved on to acting and commercial male modeling, though, he’d become the center of a sexual abuse scandal, charged with sexually mastering the skaters he trained. The media came after me for my comment on that, which I never have given. But, yes, of course he mastered me sexually. That was crucial to his training technique. But he wasn’t the only one at the time. The gymnastics coach when I started college, a muscular black bull, also was covering me at the time. When his abuse was uncovered, my attendance at the small sports college in Colorado Springs was mentioned in passing, but, again, I had moved on by then and the media had current students of his to feed on.

I could see that my skating career would be short-lived, if notable, and I also was being covered by a former skating star who was doing commentary on the skating events, so I got the idea of following that line—taking acting and media communications and training to be a sports commentator. My second career was in commercial modeling and some Broadway acting, though, while I was studying media communications at New York University and then picking up an MFA at the NYU Tisch School of the Arts. At the same time, I reveled in New York social life, parties, booze and liquor, and sex. That’s what I really was skilled in—submissive sex, trading on my slender, boyish good looks, flexibility, and willingness to give blow jobs and take cock.

This, unfortunately, had led to another scandal when a Broadway actress named me as correspondent in a divorce case from her even-better-known Broadway and movie actor husband. It was all true, of course, but before the scandal broke open, I already was burned out on New York and constant, indiscriminate sex and thus, MFA close enough in hand to do the final papers from a remove, when Professor Mikhail Mason of the sports media department of a rural university in Virginia, Virginia Tech, who was doing a guest lecture at NYU, proposed while he was fucking me after I’d acted as his student guide that I take a junior teaching slot in his department, I accepted between him on top in a doggie fuck and me on top in a cowboy.

I assumed that when I came to Virginia Tech, he would expect me to service him regularly and maybe even enter in a long-term relationship with him, but I was open to the possibility of something more steady and monogamous than I’d been dealing in in New York City, so I came to the countryside willingly. He was good-looking and in great shape for his age. He also could protect my back in the department for as long as I pleased him. I knew that was important in university teaching departments, which I understood could be real political snake pits.

But after going with him to the first party he asked me to attend with him, I hadn’t pleased him.

“You disappeared from the party last night,” Mason said when I dragged into the university. Luckily, the only class I had to teach—in constructing a sideline interview on the run, elements always to include—didn’t start until 2:00 in the afternoon. I managed to get back to my new apartment, shower, change, and get to the departmental offices by 10:00 a.m. I needed to be that that early because I hadn’t written out the lesson plan yet.

“I had a headache, and when I needed to leave, I looked around and couldn’t find you. You were talking with an undergraduate student the last time I saw you, and—”

“Right before you went up on the table in just your briefs to show them how flexible a figure skater had to be and to dance,” he said. He was smiling, though, so I guess Mason wasn’t going Puritan on me.

“I’m not good with liquor,” I said.

“Or pills. I told you it wasn’t a good idea to take the pink ones.”

“Or pills. Yes, I’ll be careful.” I’d been shooting in the dark with the suggestion he was taken up in conversation, and more, with an undergraduate student, but I apparently had been right. He didn’t contradict me and he, in fact, hadn’t been in view the last I could remember of the party. Maybe he could help me, though. “There was a black guy there when I climbed up on the table, I think.”

“There were black guys all around, Conner,” Mason said, his tone one of amusement. “The party was at Dalton Ashby’s house. He’s the football team’s Offensive Coordinator. And this is the south. Most of the team and those working with them are black. When you were on that table, I think everyone swirling around you were black athletic types. I hope they don’t intimidate you.”

“Of course big black guys intimidate me,” I said, but being what we were, my smile told Mason they aroused me too. Mason had used a belt on me in New York and I’d responded well to that. He couldn’t tell me what black guy had taken me back to the bedrooms last evening, so it was time to change the subject while we were talking about—or around the topic of—rough sex. “I was sorry we only went to the party together—that we didn’t leave it together. Maybe we could—”

“I could take you to dinner tonight—or, rather, Eli Banks and I could. You haven’t met Eli yet. He’s a former Virginia Tech football star who does the color commentary for the university’s home games. If that’s what you’re interested in doing for sports, you need to know him.”

“Sure,” I answered. That didn’t sound like a sex date, but I’d offered openly enough, and there was time to go there if Mason had that in mind. “What time? Where?”

“I don’t know where. Let’s say I pick you up at your apartment for drinks first and . . . maybe if you bring an overnight bag, I could bring you into the university tomorrow morning.”

Well, OK, there it was. “Fine,” I said.

The 2:00 p.m. class in sports interviewing that afternoon was the third one of the semester. It wasn’t hard to do because it consisted mostly of a video of actual interviews, along with background information on what was happening on that sports day and in the life of the athlete who was actually interviewed. We watched the video and then critiqued it. I’d viewed all of the videos to be used in the class before arriving in Virginia Tech, so I was at least one step ahead of the students.

It was an easy A class for the university athletes, so that’s what most of the students were. Some of the students were smarter than others—the basketball and baseball players, in particular—in realizing that the class also could be useful for them in the future. Sports casting was a possible career—or later career—choice for them, as it was for me. On the flip side it gave the football player and idea of what questions he’d be asked in an interview and pointers on what a good response would be. The football players hadn’t seemed to get this, though, and, although several were enrolled in the class, none had shown up to the first two classes.

They all showed up today, though. They all were big black bulls. And they all stared me down with smirks on their faces for the whole class. At least two of them, Tyree Waller and Jermaine King, I recognized from the party the previous night at the assistant football coach’s house. I couldn’t say they were floating around the table I’d been dancing on in my briefs—or if some of the other football players who had suddenly shown up for class had been there too—but it was obvious that I had become a focus of their amusement. And I’m not sure that was all it was. A couple of them were giving me “those” looks that I knew so well from pickup bars.

At the end of the class, Tyree Waller, who was the second-string quarterback, a sophomore training to move up into the lead quarterback slot the next year, lingered in front of my desk, which I had been standing behind for the class because the black bull football players may have thought the situation was amusing—at least some of them having seen me dance the pole on a table in nearly the altogether the previous night without a pole—but, in addition to embarrassing, I found it arousing. As soon as I saw the eyes go to my crotch, checking me out when I, at least, knew I was half hard, I’d gone behind cover. Tyree stood there the longest moment, giving me an assessing look. It struck me that he might have been either the guy who had fucked me at the party or later in the motel.

But Tyree had to be not much younger than I was. He wasn’t of sophomore college age from the look of him—tall, big, all muscle, and mature looking, with dreadlocks and extensive tattooing. He had the thuggish look of having taken his time to get out of high school and then maximizing his eligible playing time so that he’d be highly honed when he got the chance to show what he could do with a football on the television.

The look he was giving me indicated that he knew what to do with me if he wanted to—and that I would let him do it. I wondered if that meant he’d already done it. But, without saying anything and just giving me a bit of a smirk, he followed his teammates out of the classroom.

He’d made an impression on me, that was for sure. That night I dreamt of him. I didn’t know it was him at first. At first, it was just a black bull of a football player stripping off his football jersey, and standing there, smirking at me, in just his low-rise, tight football pants. I was lying on some sort of ottoman in my dream, out on a green-grass football field. I was reclining back on my elbows, my legs spread. I was naked. He stood in front of me, identified as Tyree now, and slowly unlaced the fly of his pants until his thick, long, jet-black cock popped out. Of course he was huge and of course he was in hard erection. As he moved toward me, between my thighs, I raised and spread my legs, using my well-honed leg muscles to raise them in a perfect V without help from hands. There are those who say that you don’t have the sensation of feeling in a dream, but I felt every inch of Tyree’s thick, long, black cock entering me. I felt him possessing me and fucking me between those perfectly Ved legs.

I felt every thrust. He put power behind the thrust. It wasn’t lovemaking. It was fucking. It was domination. I felt a vein of hate and resentment behind it. I was a white man, he a black, and he was getting a bit back that went beyond me being Conner Blair and he being Tyree Waller. He was gripping my hip between his hands, holding me steadfastly in place. I attempted to roll away from him in the dream just to assure myself he didn’t totally control me if I didn’t want him to. But he surprised me by backhanding me across the face. It was a dream; it didn’t physically hurt. But it effectively dominated me and I lay back in the dream and let him take whatever he wanted. He wanted to slap me a couple of more times and then ride me hard. In the dream I found the rough domination arousing. I’m afraid I found it that way in real life too.

I had thought it had been an older man in the motel the previous night. But it very well could have been Tyree, I realized when I woke, on top of the sheets, naked, my cock in my hand, but spent, cum globbed on my belly.

Dominating black bulls had been my weakness in New York. It appeared they might prove to be my weakness in Blacksburg as well.

* * * *

Eli Banks, the university’s media sports announcer, was black. He also was one of the men I remember from the party at Dalton Ashby’s. The three of us—Professor Mason, Banks, and I—met at PK’s Bar and Grill on Faculty street across North Main Street from the Virginia Tech campus. It shouldn’t have surprised me either that I’d seen Banks before or that he was black, but it did, and I immediately started wondering if he had been either the guy who fucked me at the party or who took me to the motel and fucked me. It was becoming an obsession of mine to figure that out.

He was a handsome man, but he didn’t have the body build I’d imaged. I’d had the sensation of muscular men. I’d been controlled closely, not having the feeling that I could struggle against the man embracing me. Banks was tall and rangy. I couldn’t imagine what position he’d had on the football team when he was at Virginia Tech. It must have been a runner and receiver of some sort—or maybe the quarterback if his specialty was evading tackles. Or he must have trimmed down a lot. He looked like he was in his thirties, which also was a surprise. I’d heard some of the games being announced, and I would have thought the announcer was some older white dude from his voice. When he spoke to me on the patio at PK’s, I knew that he was the announcer.

I didn’t know if he’d had his cock in me already. I had a feeling from the way he talked to me at PK’s, sat close to me, and touched me on the forearm or thigh from time to time that he’d like to spike me if he hadn’t already.

“I told Eli about you and he said he wanted to meet you,” Professor Mason said after we’d ordered burgers and beer. “And you obviously are interested in what he does for the university. He’ll be a great resource for your class in sports announcing we’d like you to teach next semester. He could speak to your class, and he could put you in touch with announcers at other universities.”

“That would be great,” I said. “Maybe we could meet a couple of times in the next few months so that you could help me put a syllabus together for the class.”

“I’d be happy to have a few sessions with you,” Banks said, giving me a look I well knew.

“Eli saw you at the party at Dalton Ashby’s the other night,” Mason said, giving me a pointed look.

“I hope it was early,” I said. “I was celebrating the other night and had too much to drink. I understand I got up on a table and danced.”

“You did, yes,” Banks said, giving a little laugh.

“That wasn’t the real me,” I said. “I’m usually shy and reserved.”

“Hardly reserved,” he said, but before I could connect that with whatever happened on that party night, he added, “I’ve heard your name before. You were an Olympic figure skater, weren’t you? Figure skaters are exhibitionists, aren’t they?”

“Yes, I was a figure skater . . . in another life,” I responded. I didn’t rise to the bait on the exhibitionist issue.

“I believe it from having watched you dance the table at Ashby’s party. You’re still flexible and have the moves. You were coached by Rick Callahan, weren’t you?”

“Yes, I was,” I answered.

“And did he . . . Michael here told me about interviewing you for the job, and you were a real free spirit at the party . . . very giving. Callahan apparently had all of his skaters under sexual control. Did he—?”

“Did he fuck me too? And are we here today because you want to fuck me?”

He had a hand on my thigh. I was pretty sure I knew where this was going. That was OK with me, especially if he’d already had me at the party. He was a good-looking man. He looked like he was hard-bodied under that sports shirt and trousers. He took my hand and put in on his basket. I could tell he was hard—and big. I didn’t take my hand away.

“Yes and yes,” Banks said. “Both Michael and I want to fuck you—together. Am I being too forward? Moving too fast? You were quite eager at Dalton’s party.”

“I was drunk and on pills at Dalton’s party. I wasn’t aware of much of what happened after I went up on the table. I was with someone there, I’m sure. Was it you?”

“No, I didn’t spike you at the party,” Banks said. “But I want to do it now. Michael says you like to be controlled and commanded. You can feel me. You know what I want. Are you going to go under me?”

“Yes,” I answered. And, yes, I could feel him. He wasn’t hefty in the chest because it had all gone to his crotch. That was quite a snake he had in there.

“And under Michael too?” I asked.

“Yes, together. Both of us together. I’ve heard you can and will take it that way.”

“I live on Wilson Avenue, just one block over,” Michael Mason said. “Shall we go over there now?”

“OK,” I answered, seeing no reason to spin this all out. Everyone seemed to know what I had done and would do better than I did. I had an urge to know if Banks was telling me the truth—that he wasn’t the one who fucked me at the party. Or maybe later in the motel. If so, he was mine for the taking.

They didn’t just fuck me one after the other. As hinted, they fucked me together in a DP. We didn’t make it to a bedroom. We went to the couch in Mason’s living room, a man on either side of me. They stripped me down together and had all of their hands and both of their mouths busy fondling and working me over as they disrobed at a more leisurely pace. They took turns sucking my cock and balls and fingering my hole, as I worked them one after the other.

I was sitting on Mason’s cock in his lap as he sat on the couch and I straddled him, facing him and was rising and falling on his shaft when Banks, his cock seemingly close to a foot long, came in behind me, placing his knees on either side of my thighs, and squeezing my buttocks open as he entered me, running his long, long, thin, jet-black cock along the top of Mason’s already buried one. Then Banks embraced me close into his chest and controlled the stroking of the cocks inside me.

He was hard bodied. But he seemed trimmer than whoever it was who fucked me at Ashby’s party and his cock, although extraordinarily long, wasn’t nearly as thick as I had felt from the black bull at the party.

He wasn’t the man who fucked me at the party. And he wasn’t as thick as the black bull who had fucked me before leaving at the motel. I still had some searching to do to know who had done that.

He fucked me well, and I felt a sense of achievement on having been able to take both men at the same time. Did I feel ashamed I had been so easy for them? No, I loved being fucked. I just wanted to have a better idea of who was doing it.

* * * *

We were in the broadcast booth at Lane Stadium in Blacksburg on a sunny afternoon, where Eli Banks was showing me the tools of his trade as a sports broadcaster. Banks was responding to me, since I’d gone with him and Mason and let them bang me together, like he owned me. And, with what he had swinging between his legs, he did own me.

The Virginia Tech football team, in athletic shorts and T-shirts—or just the shorts—were being put through drills by a hunky black coach. All of the guys down there were hunky. Most of them were black. Virtually all of them were arousing to me, and, even though I was interested in what Banks was showing me, I had trouble keeping my eyes off the field where masses of black muscle were straining through the players’ drills. The way he was touching me helped to perpetuate that mood. I assumed that the black bull students in my class, Tyree Waller and Jermaine King, who were on the team and who had given me such close scrutiny in class the morning after the party at Dalton Ashby’s house, were down there somewhere on the field.

I had no idea who the guys were individually who were down there. We were too far up, at the top of the stands, for me to see more than that they all were body beautiful. Banks noticed where my attention was drifting to as hard as I was trying to avoid it and that I was panting lightly. He must have also assessed that I was in heat and accessible—and that he was putting me in that mood—as he came up behind me when I was at the rail of the booth, arms outstretched on the rail and peering own onto the field. He covered me close from behind and ran his hands down my arms, clutching my wrists when he reached those. I felt his hot breath on my cheek and his kiss in the hollow of my throat.

“That’s Dalton Ashby down there, drilling those football players. He’s the team’s offensive coordinator. Isn’t his body magnificent?”

“Yes,” I said. It was magnificent. He had stripped his T-shirt off. He was a Mr. Universe in the torso. I couldn’t help wondering if he was a Superman in the loins—and whether or not he’d already had me. In obsessively thinking of who it was who had fucked me at his party and then afterward in the motel, I hadn’t been able to get it out of my mind that it might have been him. Now that I saw him in the magnificent flesh, it was even more of a possibility than before. I tried thinking of the party—earlier, before I’d gotten drunk and high on pills. Was there a Mrs. Ashby at the party? I didn’t think so. And with how frisky his male guests were being with each other as I observed before going confused in my mind, I didn’t think women had been invited to the party and I did think that it was a party for men of same-gender preference.

“He was five years ahead of me on the Tech team,” Banks whispered. “The quarterback. He was still being worshipped when I was on the team. Quite a legend. And hung like a bull. Nearly as big as me. We banged a guy together occasionally. You’re in heat, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I admitted, turning my face to his. As we kissed, his right hand glided back up my arm and down my chest and under the waistband of my shorts. He fondled my cock and balls. I turned my attention back down to the field and saw that Ashby had noticed us in the sound booth and was waving. Out came Banks’s right hand and he waved back to Ashby. When the right hand came down again, he brought it around to my buttocks, pulling my shorts and briefs down almost to my knees. As we went back into a kiss, he squeezed and slapped my butt cheeks, and then his fingers went into my crack, found my hole, and worried the rim of that until the index finger penetrated me. I broke from the kiss, moaned, arched my head back into his chest, and rocked on the finger.

“You want to be fucked, don’t you?” Banks whispered.

“Yes,” I answered.

“By Dalton Ashby, yes?”

“Yes.”

“By both Ashby and me—together.”

“Yes.”

“But you’ll settle for me, here and now.”

“Yes.”

“If you want my cock, jut your ass back and spread your legs.”

“Yes, fuck me,” I whined, doing as he commanded, and reaching for my now-freed cock with my right hand. I could feel the urgency of his long, long, jet-black shaft at the small of my back. He was ramrod hard.

And then, grasping my hips between his hands, pulling my buttocks further back and rolled up, his ramrod hardness was pressing at my hole, which opened to him. He was inside me, stretching me and moving up to the quick of me, to my soft core, which was going spongy for him. I groaned, as, deep inside me, he began the dance of the fuck. Thrusting hard. Stroking languidly inside me. Thrusting hard and going deeper. I cried out in possessed passion and lifted my arms, arching my torso, locking my hands behind his neck, as Banks’s long, long, jet-black cock moved deep, his bulb entering into my soft core, and dominating me there.

I heard a sound at the door to the sound booth and turned my face in that direction, my eyes slitted in satisfaction and my tongue darting out and licking my lips as Banks, holding me steady and under control with his hands gripping my hips, fucked me deep. Dalton Ashby was standing at the door, lounging against the frame, his heavily muscles torso slick with sweat, is eyes glittering and mouth smiling, and his hand fisting and stroking a magnificent jet-black erection.

Banks continued controlling and fucking me for over ten minutes, and I held position, taking his thrusts and his dominating of my soft core. I was stroking my cock. I also had my eyes glued to Ashby stroking his. It wasn’t just Banks who was fucking me. Ashby was fucking me too. The size of the man and of his staff gave me greater assurances that he had been the one who fucked me at his party. We were fucking now, even if Banks was doing the penetrating cock work. I knew Ashby would be fucking me with his cock whenever and wherever he wanted—and that it would happen. I was confident that Ashby felt the same.

With a cry, I came, splashing my cum on the wooden rail of the sound box. I leaned over the rail, closing my eyes, all of my sensations going to the frenzied ride of Banks’s cock ravishing my soft core. He came in a flood of warm cum deep inside me. Lost in the moment, there had been no thought of condoms. I turned my head to look at the door to the sound booth. Ashby was gone.

But I knew this wasn’t an ending with Ashby; it was only the beginning.

* * * *

“Conner? Conner Blair? This is Dalton Ashby. Michael Mason brought you to a party at my house last week.”

“Yes, I remember.” I’d seen his name pop up on caller ID on my phone. I’d been hoping he’d call me. He did—not more than three hours since he watched Eli Banks cover me in the announcer’s booth at Lane Stadium. He was eager. Not as eager as I was, though, I was sure. I’d been virtually sitting on the phone wanting him to call.

“You were with Eli Banks in the announcer’s booth at Lane Stadium earlier today.”

“Yes.”

“I’d like to meet you for drinks at PK’s Bar and Grill on Faculty Street.”

“OK.”

“In an hour?”

“Yes.”

“I live not far from there. On the Blacksburg Golf Course. Plank Drive.”

“Yes, I know. I came to your party there.”

“And came at the party,” he said. I sensed the amusement in his voice.

“Yes, I did. Did you come as well at the party—with me? Are you the mysterious black bull who fucked me in a bedroom at your party while I was high on liquor and pills?”

“Yes.”

“And I was good enough—semiconscious—that you want to do me again.”

“Yes, you were. And, yes, I want to fuck you again. Thank you for being so direct about this. It saves time and effort. You were great defenseless and just lying there, open and vulnerable for me. I’d like to know how you are with a little spunk in you. How you react to the belt. I’m rough.”

“So, I’ve heard.”

“And you’re not afraid?”

“Yes, I’m afraid.”

“But, you will—”

“Yes.”

“Good. So, after the drink at PK’s, we can go to my place.”

“I could just come to your place. Now. I know where it is. I don’t need a drink at PK’s first.”

He laughed. “I’ll leave the front door open. You’ll find me in the master bedroom. Down the hall to the right from the entrance foyer.”

“Be naked,” I said.

“I am now. And I’m stroking it. You can strip on your way to the bedroom.”

“The same bedroom you fucked me in before?” I had no idea which bedroom that was, but I wanted him to admit again that he’s the one who banged me at his party.

“Yes, of course.”

* * * *

So, I no longer was uncertain if Dalton Ashby was the black bull who fucked me at his house on the night of his party. Even if he hadn’t confessed to me that he was, once he’d gotten his dick inside me again, I was sure of it. It was the clearest memory I had of the evening at his house—how thick and long and vigorous the jet-black dick was, how muscular and controlling—and cruel—the man with the dick had been, and how fully he had used and satisfied me.

We didn’t go to the bedroom immediately. He met me at the door, naked and magnificent in body and erection.

“Change of plans,” he growled. “I’ve got to have you totally.”

He led me to the basement of his house. He had a sexual torture chamber down there. Now I knew why guys at hi party kept asking if I’d seen his basement—if I wanted to take a tour of that with them. I’d taken the pills and was contemplating dancing the table before I’d gone downstairs with anyone that night.

I went downstairs with Ashby, though, just the two of us in the house. Nobody to either care or rescue me if I were screaming. Like a lamb to the slaughter.

He called the apparatus a prayer bench. There was a kneeling pad and two curled-wood arms on one side of the bench. I knelt, naked, on the pad and my thighs went against the arms and were secured there. The top of the rail was padded too, and my belly rested there, with my torso draped over the far side of the rail, my arms bound to wooden extensions secured to the base of the rail. I was completely immobile and trussed up, defenseless and vulnerable to the big black bull’s sexual whims.

I gave a little yelp of surprise as he pulled on a lever and my hips rolled up leaving my buttocks raised in the air. I gave another yelp when Ashby knelt on the bench behind me, grasped my cock between my spread and imprisoned thighs, and stuck his tongue in my hole. I whimpered and whispered, “Yes, yes. Like that. Yes,” as he ate me out and stroked me off.

When I shot my load, I gave a third yelp, as, rising from behind me, Ashby took up a leather belt and started beating me on the raised, exposed buttocks and thighs with it. I continued yelp and crying out “Please, please,” with no idea whether I was begging him to stop or to hit me harder—until I found myself involuntarily screaming, “Yes! Beat me! Punish me. Fuck! Shit! Oh, my god, you’re killing me!” There was no one to hear me scream as, playing with my emotions and sense of touch, he whipped me into a higher plane of passion and pain.

Putting the leather belt aside, he flipped other levers that lifted and spread my arms and legs so that I was spread-eagled with my belly on the top of the railing. Then he worked his way between my spread thighs, put the bulb of his throbbing cock in place, thrust up inside me deep, and fucked me to heaven.

When he released me, it was to take me up in his arms, carry me upstairs to the master bedroom, and lay me on my back on the bed. He coaxed my legs open, cupped and raised my buttocks, came into me on his knees, penetrated me, and fucked me deep in a missionary position. Totally under his control, exhausted, and fully submissive to his lust, I lay there under him, my fingertips pressed into his muscular shoulder blades, opened my passage as much as I could to the thickness and demand of him, and let the muscles of my channel walls undulate over the vigorously thrusting cock.

There was no question about this. This was the man who had fucked me at the party here in this house the previous week. It was becoming increasingly probable that he was the man who had fucked me in the motel later that night as well—although, as I increasingly was remembering that night, there seemed to be more variety to how I was being taken in the motel.

There still was uncertainty about the encounters of that night, but I now knew that Dalton Ashby had fucked me that night.

And that was quite OK with me, as I lay there, under him, buttock and thighs smarting from being whipped, and concentrating on the magnificent jet-black cock working me in my gut.

* * * *

“I have a cabin up in the Jefferson Forest nearly Boiling Springs and the West Virginia line,” Dalton Ashby said on the phone. “I thought that maybe next weekend after the Tech-North Carolina game we could drive up there and I’d see that you were laid out real good for the rest of the weekend.”

“Sounds good to me,” I answered.

Ashby’s idea of me being laid out was different from mine, but at least I put a certain end to who had fucked me at the motel that night after the party at Ashby’s house. It wasn’t just one guy and I found out why Eli Banks could say he hadn’t fucked me at the party when I somehow felt like he’d fucked me before that double he and Michael Mason did on me.

When we got to the cabin, I saw that there were several cars there already. We’d gotten a late start from Blacksburg on Saturday because Ashby had a lot of work he had to do after the Tech football win against North Carolina before he could take off.

“You didn’t tell me there would be others here?” I said when I saw the other cars.

“Didn’t I?” he answered without further elaboration.

When we entered the cabin, there were wall-to-wall men waiting for us, their tongues hanging out. The gang was all there—The sports announcer, Eli Banks; my faculty mentor, Michael Mason; and the two hunky Tech football players, Tyree Waller and Jermaine King.

“They all enjoyed you—we all enjoyed you—at the Super 6 Motel after my party,” Dalton Ashby said. “They all want to do you again. You game for that?”

So, it wasn’t just one guy in that motel. The whole gang had ganged me and they all wanted to gang me again. “Sure, why not?” I was happy. The mystery of the uncertain encounters had been solved.

I stripped as I walked over to the bed, lay down on it on my back, and spread and raised my legs. Tyree and Jermaine each held a leg while Eli nudged in between my spread thighs to take “firsties.”

Two days later Ashby drove me back down to Blacksburg. He was humming and I, the encounters this weekend quite certain, was purring despite not being able to close my legs and my ass burning like hell.

June 1979

The central Arizona sun was oppressive. Jimmy and Bobby had finished their chores. They jumped in Jimmy’s hand me down Mercury Cougar. It was almost 9 years old, but it only clocked 45000 miles, Jimmy inherited it when his grandfather passed away 2 years ago. It needed some cosmetic work, but ran fine, the Arizona summers on the farm took their toll on the black vinyl roof.

Jimmy roared up to the irrigation flumes. This water was always cool as it ran from underground to the nearby farms.

The boys dressed in cutoffs striped their shirts off and jumped in ass first. The current began moving them down stream. After 500 yards the small canal gave way to the larger galvanized pipe then underground again terminating in the Gila River. 100 yards away. The two went under with the current and a short time later were propelled into the warm brown waters of the Gila.

They climbed up on shore and walked the ¼ mile back.

So, what about Lynn Bobby asked?

Told her we better not try to make it work, I leave for great lakes naval station tomorrow

I won’t be back for 9 weeks. Then who knows? Jimmy answered.

Wow I can’t believe it, You two have been together for all of high school. Jimmy shrugged. I know, but she has changed so much. And I guess I have too. She goes to U of A in the fall. I would love to go but I can’t afford it. Mom and Dad do fine but College for four kids, Well its better this way.

So, tell me did you two?

What?

You know! 

Bobby truth is no. Had the opportunity but we never did.

The only one I have been with is well… Jimmy let it hang.

Bobby said yeah. But we were just kids experimenting.

Jimmy just smiled and said yeah.

The two jumped in the canal again but did not ride down they just talked about how Bobby was joining his big brother in the painting business.

December 1985.

Chief Mann, Urgent call for you. The senior boiler tech took the call.

14 hours later Jimmy landed at Sky Harbor Airport. He took a cab to St. Joseph’s hospital.

He stood in the doorway and watched his youngest brother talk to a man in bed he barely recognized.

He stood and watched. Finally, Bo Mann recognized his son in the doorway.

He waved him over, Hi Jimmy. Hi Da, Clark Mann left the room.

The next morning the entire Mann clan gathered at the tiny farmhouse in Cashion. The funeral was prearranged. So, the only thing for the family to do was gather around mother and plan the dates, Jimmy was the outsider. He had been away for the entirety of his father’s battle with cancer. Only returning to visit 3 times.

Clark the youngest just graduated high school last year. He was running the farm with part time help from the older brother Grant. Jimmy’s only sister Ginny was 10 months older than he was and was a nurse, she was married with two kids. Her husband farmed the adjoining property, he helped Clark too.

Jimmy went out to the barn; Clark was working on an old tractor. Can I help. Yeah, I need it. Jimmy looked around. The place was well used. He could tell Clark was struggling. Jimmy spent the day doing farm chores with his brothers. Everyone was quiet. At the end of the day Grant produced a bottle of southern comfort the boys took a pull from the bottle. What else can I do while I’m here? Jimmy asked?

Grant smiled help us get this barn organized and do something with that! Grant pointed to a tarp that was covered with boxes and tools. What’s this Jimmy removed the tarp. It was his car. He teared up.

I thought this thing was long gone. Nope Da wouldn’t let us touch it. Yeah, I’ll get it out of here.

The men discussed how Clark would take over the farm. But needed help. He blushed. Uh well I’m gonna have some in 6 months guys, Katie is pregnant. Jimmy smiled, Did Da know? Clark shook his head. Nope.

You’re marrying her. Jimmy commanded more than asked, yeah, Da knew I proposed. Date? Grant answered yeah February. Who is this Katie girl that has my brothers’ heart?

You know her Dumbass, Clark smiled. Jimmy thought about it, Not Lynn Burns little sister Katie.

How old is she? 12! No, she’s 18. Works at the feed store with Lynn.

 Feed store? Yeah, been there since her parents died didn’t you know?

 No!

Grant jumped in. Ma and Da. Kept a lot from you, said you were too busy defending us not to bother you. Katies parents were killed in a car accident 3 years ago. Lynn dropped out of school and came home to run the store.

 Shit no Idea! Jimmy exclaimed.

 Don’t you talk to Bobby?

 Uh No Jimmy said in shame.

He married her!

Oh, cool Jimmy thought, is he still painting?

 Yeah, and works at the store.

So, what else don’t I know?  Grant said not much only that Da told us not to tell you about the cancer until you came home last time. How long Jimmy asked? 3 years.

 Dammitt boys that hurts. Jimmy knew the old saying was true. Can never really go home, he felt like he was watching through the window.

What else don’t I know? Nothing Clark stated. Jimmy took that. Can I borrow your truck he looked at Grant?

The feed store was located in the nearby town of Avondale, as Jimmy neared, he realized it was no longer a town but a city. It had been built up so much. He pulled into the store it had an Ace Hardware sign now. He sat in the truck and watched. He saw Lynn she was very pregnant too. Finally, he got out and went inside. He walked up to Lynn; she did not recognize him at first. She turned to finish her task, then spun around and said Jimmy? He smiled. She bear hugged him. Hi, he smiled.

 Hi how is your dad?

 Jimmy looked down, we lost him yesterday. She began to cry. He hugged her again. Oh, I haven’t seen Katie since yesterday. She is with Clark, Jimmy informed her. Come here. Lynn demanded. She pulled him into the stock room. Bobby was throwing feed bags on a truck. Jimmy just grabbed one and started throwing. Bobby never looked up he was just grateful for the help, Lynn stood back and smiled.

Finally, Lynn said Robert Pierce Towns! He looked at her.

She pointed to Jimmy. Bobby laughed, and hugged his old friend then realized there would be only one reason for Jimmy to be back. Shit, when? he asked.

Jimmy grimaced, yesterday evening, Katie? Bobby stared at his wife. She’s with Clark.

Bobby looked at Jimmy, do you know? Yes, Jimmy replied. I told that little shit to be careful. He didn’t!

Nope. Jimmy agreed.

Bobby smiled, I gotta get this delivered.

Later tonight?

Yeah, meet in the barn? Jimmy offered.

Bobby agreed.

Jimmy kissed Lynn on the check as he left.

The old cougar rolled on its own and the brakes seemed fine, Jimmy changed the oil and put a battery in it. He tried to start it, but it did not seem to be pumping fuel. Grant came in and said Da Drained the tank, he filled the cylinders with oil. Jimmy smiled, he made a run to town for gas and parts. He had the car started and idling when Bobby pulled up.

Still have that thing. Yep, Da stored it for me,

The two sat in the barn and caught up.

So, married huh? Yeah, when her parents died, she came home to take care of Katie, went to Glendale Community, for a while. I was there running track, one thing led to another.

Jimmy smiled, good on ya.

So, you admiral yet? No finished my degree last year. Just a boiler tech, but I made chief. So, all good.

2 more years and I’m out.

Coming home?

Nah, Grant and Clark have this.

Women? Bobby inquired. Jimmy shrugged; he decided the closet was the place for him.

What have you been doing the past 6 years?

I traveled, I’ve been to the Middle east, Israel, Hawaii I was in Japan for a year.

Just got back from the Mediterranean. I was going to Scotland this spring but looks like I’ll be here for a wedding instead.

The two old friends had beers and caught up. They agreed to stay in touch.

Jimmy spent some time with his mother. Just listened. She was strong but she was lost.

After she went to bed Jimmy made his way upstairs. His old room was still furnished the same way. He noticed Clark took over Ginny’s old room. He heard Clark and Katie talking he quietly stripped to his boxers and laid down in his old twin bed. He stared at the posters he put up all those years ago.

The old dream came back to him, Bobby and him Jumping in the Flumes. Only they took it farther than just experimentation. He could feel Bobby’s dick fill his tight hole., feel Bobby’s arms wrapped around him. Feel his breath on the back of his neck. He could feel his dick pulsate the thick cream in his hole.

Jimmy woke with a start. He realized it was just a dream but the mess in his boxers let him know it was a good one, the knock came again. Yeah, Jimmy whispered, hey big brother could use a hand. Sure, be right out. Jimmy looked at the clock 4am. Farmer’s sunrise!

A quick shower. Then into jeans and a t shirt. Out in the barn Grant and Cole his brother-in-law were loading the tractor. Jimmy shook Cole’s hand. Then got to work Jimmy plowed until noon. He parked the tractor and came in the house for lunch, Mom and Katie Made chicken sandwiches chips and cokes. After lunch, Clark and Grant went to work on Cole’s place. Jimmy went to the barn and started clearing off work benches. He cleaned up the tool room and tack room. He was lost in the fact that he no longer belonged here. A stranger. Mom broke his thoughts. This looks good Jimmy, he smiled at her.

Jimmy picked up the broom. And swept where his car was. Mom asked you to come back for the wedding.

Yeah. if I can, but no has told me exactly when.

She smiled, let’s see how she does with the baby.

 You know!

 Yeah. I suspected a few weeks ago, so did Da. I was sure this morning, she got sick as soon as she ate.

 I just asked her how far along she was. She said 10 weeks.

What did you say?

 I told her 30 more to go.

Jimmy laughed, never could hide anything from you.

 No, you can’t she winked at him. Jimmy blushed.

You know we are proud of you right? Yes maam.

 Ok I’m going to get dinner going, Katie is bringing her sister and Bobby. Please go get some beer.

 Yes Maam.

At dinner Jimmy asked about a date for the wedding. He got confirmation. Then made his way to the hall and the phone, he dialed. And waited for his CO. Jimmy explained, about the funeral, the wedding and asked about bringing his car back to Mayport. They would be in port for 4 more months to finish the refit.

He got permission to take leave for 4 weeks, was told to plan on being back in late February for the wedding, the car was his decision, his CO also informed him that he was up for promotion and would be transferred to Great Lakes Naval station.

The family had gathered on the front porch. Cole asked, any hot women in those exotic ports. Jimmy smiled. Ginny slapped him. Clark chuckled. Katie slapped his shoulder, Grant said come on tell us!

Can’t Jimmy smirked. You’ll all get beat up he chuckled. Mom laughed.

The funeral was excruciating, he stood in full dress. Shook hands and listened to everyone’s stories about his dad, he took his mother on his arm and stood with her as the coffin was lowered in the family plot on the farm. He thought so this is where this end. The family congregated in the house, his aunts asked about foreign lands, his uncles asked about foreign ladies.

At the end of the day Katie came to him and said, you’re a saint.

He smiled and said why?

Did those guys really think you were going to talk about the women you slept with. Jimmy put his arm around her.  Just said some guys do!

I’m glad you’re a man. She went back to Clark.

Jimmy went upstairs. he sat on the bed, and thought Christ, and cried, he felt so alone. He took off his dress uniform and stowed it correctly. He donned Jeans and a t shirt, went back downstairs to the barn, he had another beer. His young cousin joined him. Nice car, thanks he said.

Our grandfather left it to me. Oh, it’s cool. I was like 5 when he died.  Hey, Trevor, it’s okay. Death is a part of life.

 He nodded. How long since it ran?

 Jimmy smiled. This morning? Oh wow.

How old are you now? Trevor answered 16. License? No just a learner’s permit. Cool let’s go Jimmy opened up the passenger door and got in. the two fired up the old car and took off down the road.

When they pulled back in Trevor’s parents were on the back porch. Trevor parked the car. His Dad smiled. Been a long time since I’ve seen that. Where did you keep it when you were away?

Da stored it here. Under a tarp right over there. Jimmy pointed to the clean barn. Jimmy’s uncle said how was it Trev. It’s got some poop da. The elder Trevor smiled, I know it does, I took your mom to prom in it.

Jimmy set us his routine up at 3 am for a run along the canals by 4 am breakfast and chores till sunset then beer on the porch usually alone. This night mom came out, Tuesday huh, yeah, I have the car ready to go. It looks so good honey; amazing what turtle wax and a new vinyl top will do.  she smiled. Your father loved you and so do I. Jimmy teared up; I miss him. Oh, me too Mom cried. He was so quiet he never said. He acted jimmy said, even in his discipline, I might be taking a whipping, but I knew he loved me.

The next day he got up and ran, sat at breakfast, Clark said leave tomorrow morning, yeah need 4 days to make the drive to Florida, then 5 days later drive to Chicago. What’s in Chicago Mom asked. I’ve been promoted to senior chief. I’ll be teaching. Mom smiled so proud of you. Clark smiled, help one last time?

No baby brother, I’m taking Mom out today. You three are on your own he smiled at Katie and Clark.

Clark smiled. The last day Jimmy took his mom out to Phoenix to the Sears at Metro center, they both ate chocolate covered raisins, went walking the mall. Jimmy bought her dress for the wedding, it fit so well. Mom said let’s go get dinner started, Jimmy put his hand on hers, No Mom let Katie do it.  On the way home they stopped at Bill Johnsons Steak House, Jimmy smiled, I’m having deep-dish apple-pie ala mode, Mom smiled me too.  Their desert came.  I won’t pretend to understand, Mom started, but is there a special someone? Jimmy smiled, no mom there can’t be. She nodded. Times will change honey just you watch. Jimmy smiled at his mom.

The sun had set by the time Mom and Jimmy got home. Clark and Katie were on the porch. Jimmy got a beer and joined them. Mom came out with 2 glasses of wine. She gave Katie one, Katie protested. Mom said no it will keep you from getting sick. Oh, Katie sipped. Jimmy smiled. How’s the car? Clark asked, seems good. It’s been tuned and flushed. Clark smiled and nodded, never got to drive it. Jimmy tossed him the keys, he was smiling when Katie and Clark came back. Clark was giggling so was Katie.

At 3am Jimmy got up for one last run, he knew he would never stay here again, he ran to the cemetery,

Hi Da, I’m leaving in a few. Miss you. Hey probably won’t be back to stay just visits. I’m takin the car, hey thanks for storing it. Jimmy stared at the ground.  He was back at the house and showered by 4am.

Breakfast, then jimmy threw his duffle in the trunk of the car. Mom came out with a thermos. And a bag lunch. Jimmy hugged her and said thanks. Clark shook his brother’s hand. Jimmy hugged Katie. The sun was rising as Jimmy drove into Tucson, the old car was steady and strong. At the New Mexico state line, he watched a ford pickup pull back on interstate 10. Jimmy stopped in El Paso at lunch time. He stopped for gas at a truck stop. And ate. A well-built guy with close cropped hair and a baseball cap caught his attention. He smiled at him. The tall guy said Hey there with a southern accent.

Jimmy watched him he got into the truck that had followed him for the morning. At Fort Hancock Jimmy was too tired to continue. He got off the freeway and found one of those old 50’s motel with a diner attached. He checked in and moved the Cougar in front of his room. He parked right next to the ford pickup that had been with him all day.  Opening the room, he carried in his duffle and noticed the door in the room next to him open. It was HIM. The tall good-looking guy laughed and said Hey you following me? Jimmy smiled yep looks like it. Going to dinner want to join? Uh sure. Let me drop this off. He threw his duffle in. and turned let’s go. The two made their way to the Diner, they were seated in the crowded dining room, I’m Jim Mann Jimmy stuck his hand out, I’m Etienne Gil, Nice to meet you. He drawled. Jimmy smiled,

I’m just a desert farmer, did not catch that. Oh, it’s simple it’s the letter A, Then the Letter T Then N.

Jimmy smiled ATN, I see Etienne, Etienne grinned I get that a lot I’m Just a Cajon boy from Mississippi.

Oh, you headed home.

 Yeah, been gone 2 years can’t wait to see my mom and sisters.

How many, Etienne teased oh just one Mom. Jimmy laughed for the first time. Etienne let him off the hook I have 5 sisters. I’m in the middle. I think Dad wanted a few boys but just got me. Jimmy Laughed. I’m second of four, One sister, she’s the oldest by 10 months.

What brings you out on the Road Jim?

Uh just went home to Arizona for a funeral. Oh, sorry man, close relative? Jimmy smirked, wish he lied.

Yeah, my dad. Oh, brother Etienne said, he continued, My Dad died oh 5 years ago. It sucks,

Jim Smiled, it’s weird. My Brothers have a good handle on the farm, so Back to work for me in Florida.

Oh, what do you do? Jimmy lied I work the docks. Oh, cool me too, been In Long Beach for 2 years now.

Jimmy asked, Girlfriend there. Etienne smiled naw not yet. I work too much send some money home.

You? Haven’t met my one yet. The two ate. Jimmy yawned. Etienne said I’m getting a to go coffee want one? Uh yeah good idea. Going to get up early. On the road early Etienne asked. No going to go for a run then hit the road at sunrise, my headlights aint what they used to be. That’s a good plan mind if I join, No could be fun. They slowly walked back to their rooms. Jimmy opened his door. He noticed they had a door between that could make the rooms adjoin. He told Etienne just knock on the adjoining door when you’re up. The cute blond smiled said I’m up early. Me too buddy.

In his room Jimmy wondered, he opened the adjoining door. It squeaked but he left it open and got in the shower. When he got out, he heard the shower running in the other room, Jimmy got lost in thoughts of his well-built neighbor being naked right next door.  His cock got so hard it hurt. Jimmy turned on the Tv, then noticed the door on the other side was open too. He peaked in and Etienne was standing there, naked and hard, no words were said, they slowly approached each other. Jimmy grabbed his new friends 8-inch cock and began stroking it. Etienne grabbed a new 6 inches. Then planted his lips on Jimmy’s lips the two found a bed in a fever pitch tongue against tongue, then mouth on neck. Jimmy made his way down savoring the smell of man and precum, till his lips found the 8” he wanted in his mouth he took him all the way into his throat, began to thrust madly feeding on cock like it was a matter of life and death. Lord he wanted the taste of cum, Etienne slowed him, and turned him over. Dined on Jimmy’s clean tight hole. The moans were just coming Jimmy felt his dick being stroked, his ass being plundered by tongue, it had been so long. He longed to be drilled and filled He felt one finger then two then Etienne flipped him over, Jimmy just gave in. his legs were pushed up to his chest and as the tall well-built blonde, centered his dick on the glory of Jimmy’s hole. Jimmy pushed his hips up to take the head of this wonderful man. all of a sudden his was filled with wonderful, hard cock the precum was lubing him, the fuck was slow at first then faster and faster, Jimmy felt the urge to cum. Etienne’s abs were cradling his dick and teasing it with every thrust, and Jimmy was filed with hard hot cock, then it happened both exploded in orgasm at the same time Jimmy held on tight as Etienne kept going, Etienne quickened the pace. Jimmy gave into the surging feeling mixed with cum his ass was so full, he felt every pulse, Etienne came again and kept going, Jimmy thought oh don’t let this end, Jimmy came again his entire body tingled, the smell of stretched ass cum and man filled the room. Etienne let his cock soften in Jimmy’s ass. It slid out as it did Jimmy let go a whimper of sadness. Damn buddy that was hot, Etienne drawled. Jimmy kissed him. I loved that. Jimmy got up to leave, he was pulled back down, just stay char, who knows might happen again. Jimmy laid back down and kissed his new best friend.

Jimmy woke spooning Etienne. His cock was so hard, it was nestled in the firm crack between perfectly round globes of his butt. He felt Etienne leave his slumber, he teased Etienne’s hole with the head of his cock, Etienne pushed back to take Jimmy’s cock, the hole was super tight, Jimmy pulled out gently, he flipped Etienne on all fours Jimmy spit on his cock. He reentered, Jimmy came quickly, the combination of too much time and a super tight hole sent him over, the cum lubed  Etienne’s ass, Jimmy continued to pound that wonderful oh so tight ass, this time he made sure to reach around Jimmy was hell bent on making Etienne cum  it took a long time but finally felt Etienne’s ass grow tighter and start to pulsate the big blonde let out a quiet cry and filled Jimmy’s hand with cum Jimmy returned the favor lubing Etienne’s ass one more time.

After cuddling Etienne asked do this a lot,

No been a year, You?

I go into Hollywood every once in a while, but too many drugs for me. I love this but don’t want to die.

Me either Jim agreed. Etienne pulled him up. Come on let wipe off and go for that run. Jim agreed they met outside both dressed in navy shirts and issue blue shorts,

Fuck Jimmy cussed, I’m on the enterprise.

Etienne looked down; Stark was all he said.

They went for a run around Fort Hancock. They covered 3 miles or so. Jimmy asked? Breakfast.

Yeah, sounds good Etienne agreed, both went into their room. At the adjoining door Jimmy grabbed Etienne by the arm, come on if we’re going to do this lets at least shower, together.

Hey man Etienne stopped Jimmy, I did not realize you were navy, this could be a problem.

Yeah, but Fuck it Jimmy said. Etienne said you know I loved what we’ve done, but I can mess up, I am all My mom and sisters have. I gotta do this right. If we get found out, we’ll both be out on our ass.

Jimmy listened he knew Chief Gil was right, he had seen the things that were done to sailors that got caught.

Listen Etienne, I am driving back to Mayport now, I leave in 2 weeks for my new assignment to Great Lakes. We’ll probably never see each other again,

Yes, we will! I’m being reassigned, guess where?

Jimmy looked up fuck Great Lakes.

Yessir Etienne drawled.

Etienne flashed a perfect smile, I told Mom I would be home on Friday or Saturday. Let’s travel together,

keep it simple. Agreed Jimmy said.

The two showered but fear had gripped them. They enjoyed their time in the shower but were both anxious for some alone time to think.

A quick breakfast then gassed vehicles, at 9am the pair was on interstate 10 headed east.

Jimmy thought. what the hell, how can this be so wrong when it feels so right. He thought of the three times he and Lynn tried. First time he couldn’t get hard, the second he came before his pants were off.

The third was just wrong and they both knew it. 

God why did he love everything about men, the smell of a man during sex, the feel of strong long arms engulfing him in embrace. It always just felt so right. Jimmy noticed that he was taking the victims role.

He also knew that was the fastest way to fail. He decided as his gauge neared empty that he was attracted to men, he had always been that way. He also decided again that he would fit into this world and succeed. Even if that meant he would never marry or have a relationship for all to see. 

 

In the green ford pickup Etienne was lost in doubt. Fuck fuck fuck he thought. I can’t mess this up.

How will mom and my sisters survive if I don’t have this thing. God Angelina is only 12, Mariposa just started college, she worked so hard for that. Damn, how could the only guy in the middle of nowhere who wanted to fuck be in the navy! Damn, I let him mount me too, shit what happens the next time I have a physical, will the doc know I’ve been taking it in the ass. 

Etienne began to calm. Ok he coached himself, just because my dad loved the drugs, and booze doesn’t mean I am a fuck up, I do a good job of taking care of Momma, she works hard and makes sure the girls get schooled and discipline, I send what I can and help Mariposa. Mariposa works and goes to school. Damn I was proud of her last month when she wrote to tell me not to send money. That she worked some extra time over thanksgiving. Damn I’m proud of her need to tell her that. Shit I forgot to tell her damn tell her she’s doing good. Oh god this Jim is hot, seems calm, I love the way he smells even after a run, oh man did he make me feel so good last night, just being the big spoon for me. And those calves oh lawd!

Etienne was getting hard. Shit stop that now. Etienne noticed the Jim pull around him and turn on the turn signal meaning he was stopping Etienne looked at his gas gauge, shit they had driven through a tank of gas. Etienne looked at his gauges for the first time in hours, thank God everything was good.

Jimmy smiled as the green ford 4×4 pulled up to the pump behind him, Etienne smiled back, Jim paid the attendant and went inside the Stucky’s their famous pecan logs. they were his downfall he grabbed a roast beef sandwich; Etienne came in and laughed I love those things he pointed at the pecan log, he got pecan logs a coke and a chicken salad sandwich. The attendant was finishing gassing the cars, as they came out. When the cars were pulled to the side of the parking lot the duo dined on the trunk of the car. They agreed San Antonio was the place to stop.

Back on the road, Jimmy was lost in thoughts of what if?

What if he and Etienne were to partner up in Illinois, how could they keep it secret and still have a normal life? Could they “date” do things they liked to do, Jimmy hadn’t been fishing since he was in Japan, Did Etienne even like to fish? Crap. All he knew about this guy was he was gay and in the navy.

 Etienne was lost in fantasy. God this guy is so happy, I want that, I wish we could make a go of it, I wonder if he would go up to that lake in Wisconsin when were on leave, no one would suspect two guys going fishing, lawd I hope Jim likes fishing. 

It was late afternoon when they found a motel 6 near the alamo and river walk. 

They both got a room the guy at the counter gave them a military discount. And assuming they were going to the same place gave them adjoining rooms on the first floor. They moved their vehicles in front of the rooms. They went in their separate doors and immediately opened the adjoining door. Jimmy suggested the Riverwalk for dinner and beers.

The two walked up the Riverwalk, had beer and pizza sitting on the river’s edge. They took a tour boat down the river and back up.

At 8pm they wandered by the Alamo. Ever been in there Etienne asked? No, you?

Nope but I want to.

The two found a bench. Jimbo when do you have to report back?

Monday at mid night. But I need a day to register the car.

So sometime Sunday works?

Yeah.

Its Wednesday night. I can be home Friday. That gets you back to base on Saturday. If we were to push it, I could be home tomorrow. And you back to Mayport on Friday, right?

Yeah, where you going with this Etienne?

Let’s spend tomorrow here. I want to see the Alamo.

Unless you had other plans?

No, the only thing I was thinking was an anonymous stop in New Orleans, but I’d rather spend that time with you, to be honest. let’s go somewhere we can talk.  Jimmy suggested.

Yeah, we, okay? Oh, hell yes. But let’s get out of public. Jimmy waged his eyebrows.

Etienne giggled.

Back at the motel both checked on their vehicles, made sure they were locked. Then said goodnight because the manager was approaching them.

Hi boys,

Hello, sir, they both greeted the middle-aged man. How was the Riverwalk?

Etienne took the lead, had some pizza and beer, nice place. How is the Alamo?

Oh, son if you want to know more about Texas history. It is the place to see. You two got time tomorrow?

Jimmy responded well we don’t have to be back at base till Sunday. So yeah, an extra day wouldn’t hurt.

Then that’s the place. Come see me before 10 am and we’ll reserve your rooms for another night.

Jimmy looked at Etienne, what so you think? Yeah, love to see it the Cajun boy drawled. Yes, sir we’ll stay one more night.

No problem the manager stated. I have some information on the area, I’ll set it out for you boys.

Thank you, sir. The boys entered the separate rooms. The manager said goodnight and continued his rounds of the parking lot before going back to the office.

Inside Etienne smiled a nervous smile. Jimmy laughed

Just two navy buds traveling to the same base together. This works.

Jimmy made a pot of hotel coffee in the new Mr. coffee machine. He left Etienne to go get a bucket of ice. When he came back his travel buddy had changed into gym shorts and no shirt. Jimmy made iced coffee. He went to the bathroom to pee and change. He came out in just gym shorts.

Iced Coffee? Jimmy laughed, yeah, a cook made one for me in Med. Here he handed the paper cup over.

Etienne sipped and said wow. That’s good. Jimmy made another; sometimes sweet coffee fits the bill.

So, what happened today Jimmy asked?

Etienne looked at him like he didn’t understand the question.

Jimmy continued, you were pretty freaked out this morning, what changed.

Listen Jim, my dad was a loser. He drank and did drugs, barely worked when he did, he never brought enough home all he really did was keep mom pregnant, they found him dead on a street in New Orleans. He choked on his own puke.

My youngest sister is only 12, my oldest got married 2 years ago. She was already pregnant.  The sister just older than me ran off just after the I joined the Navy; we haven’t heard from her. I decided then that I would do whatever to make Mariposa whose 19 and Sophia who’s 15 and Angelina successful.

Momma works at the hospital in housekeeping, she takes the 2 youngest to church Sundays and Wednesday nights makes sure schoolwork is done, I made a deal that I would pay her rent so she would just have to cover food and stuff, that way she doesn’t have to work all the time. Mariposa is going to school at Mississippi state, she wrote this essay and got a partial scholarship, then she works at the college bookstore and a local grocery store. I send her a hundred a month to cover the rest.

The point is I can’t fuck this up.

All that time alone in the truck today, made me think though. I’ve fucked women, but it’s not the same, I just do it to look normal. But I like being with men. Not just the sex thing, but like last night, when you just wrapped around me, Lawd he drawled. I felt like that is how I want to sleep every night. At lunch today, just standing there eating, well I like that. Tonight, just wandering, telling you I want to see the alamo. I don’t know.

Jimmy finished his thought, Feels like home.

Yeah.

The two stared at each other for a long moment.

Jimmy spoke, you know I dated the same girl all through high school. Every dance, prom, church dances all the stuff. Everyone thought we would marry right away. My father even talked to me about not getting her pregnant.

But we never even did it.

I’ve known I was homo for my whole life, but going to church hearing about sodomites, then the small town, how everyone thinks we’re mental defectives, the gay plague and now the gay cancer. Most farmers where I’m from think it’s god’s way of punishing gays.

My senior year in high school I met a recruiter. I talked to my dad and decided that I would join up. That way he could pay for college for Grant, the brother just younger than me and Clark the youngest. He was already putting my sis through nursing school.  Now Grant is a shop teacher at the local high school and Ginny is nurse that works at the high school and the local hospital. She married the farmer next door.

This time back I realized I’m the outsider, I have only been back 3 times in the past 6 years, my ex-girlfriend is married to my best friend, my youngest brother is taking over the farm getting married in February to my ex- girlfriend’s little sister, she is already pregnant. Mom is lost right now but she is surrounded by my sister and brothers. Financially I think their fine, but no one says. I feel like I am a guest looking in a window. I am welcome but I don’t fit.

As far as men, well the same as you, but I learned to keep quiet. I had a shipmate get caught getting a blow job from a man in the Emirates. My ship mates pissed in a toilet and damned near drowned him in their piss. That will send you into a closet really quick. I; learned to be really careful. Haven’t really ever been in a, uh what, sexual relationship. The closest I came was swapping blow jobs with my childhood best friend.

Driving today I decided fuck this. I am going to succeed; I won’t screw myself by acting like a victim. But I can’t believe I am a metal defective or damaged goods.  But I love the company of men. Even if it means I can never have a relationship for all the world to see, I won’t damage my life or anyone else’s. By acting like something I’m not.  My mom let me know while I was home that she knew. She told me times would change. I want to believe that.

Listen he continued; I am not one the fairies that dances around in a pink tutu parading down the street in San Fransisco. I am a man, I fish, I love to farm, I love to camp and play with my car. So, I really don’t fit in any world. I am me just a guy. Who likes the company of men.  If the world can’t accept that, okay. But it doesn’t change who I am.

Etienne smiled, me too. But how do we continue to see each other and survive?

Jimmy just shrugged his shoulders. Let’s just and see where it goes. I want this.

I want it too. Etienne smiled, but I’ve been lying about who I am for so long. he let that hang in the air.

Well, I have a knack for letting people believe what they want to believe any way.

Jimmy laughed like extended family believing you have a girl in every port.

Yeah, Etienne smiled.

That ain’t lying, Pal.

Etienne smiled. I think my mom knows; she says things like your princess will come keep kissing frogs.

My mom wants someone for me, but she understands. Jimmy commented. He asked, your sisters.

The two oldest don’t care, Angelina is too young to understand, Sophia might but she is so involved with her school and church friends, I think its best just to let her have her childhood. Mariposa is so busy with work and school she is so focused on her degree; I am not even going to have that talk with her.

She is so responsible, she wants her degree, and to get it quickly, she wants to be teaching by the time Sophia goes to college, so she can help too. I am so proud of her.

So where do we go from here? Etienne asked.

Shower? Jimmy invited as he stripped of his gym shorts and streaked his way to the bathroom.

Hells yeah Etienne stripped and chased him across the room.

They lathered one another dined on hard cock and finally found a bed, Jimmy paid a lot of attention to Etienne’s cock, it seemed to be bigger tonight, he licked the hard hat at the top slid his lips down the front of the shaft and paid special attention to the darkening sack below taking one ball then the other in his mouth, Etienne turned his mate around to straddle his chest in a 69. and dined on tight clean pink hole Jimmy loved Etienne’s tongue at work. Jimmy continued to praise engorged manhood he reached the bedside table and grabbed an ice cube. And began to rub it on Etienne’s shaft. Etienne let out a squeal, Jimmy continued the torture till it started to die, then all of a sudden, he took the whole of the dying cock in his warm mouth.  It hardened instantly and Etienne filled Jimmy’s throat with cum. Jimmy gagged and coughed but continued working the still emptying shaft. Etienne shuddered and fought for breath. Jimmy finally stopped the wonderful punishment and turned over and gave his lover a kiss, Etienne ate it up.

Jimmy just laid on his man’s chest and fell asleep.

Awakening the next Morning Jimmy felt the tips of fingers trace his shoulder blade he was drooling on Etienne’s chest. His dick was rubbing on a very firm thigh. Etienne smiled down on him

Good morning. Char, Hi Jimmy smiled. He looked at the clock it was 9am.

What are we doing today?

Etienne smiled Remember, The Alamo!

It’s been almost a week since BlackAlpha successfully defended his Tri-State Federation title against the blonde Tarzan JackedStud.  But his triumph was bittersweet.  After knocking out the contender with a barrage of powerful punches and a European upper cut, the ebony stud had taken Jack’s virginity, pounding the musclehunk’s ass with his thick 9” cut cock. He had even forced the blonde behemoth to suck his own monster 10” cock and shoot down his throat. But as BlackAlpha had celebrated with his adoring fans, JackedStud yanked him down from the middle rope, snatched away the championship belt and cold-cocked him with it. Then he had done the same thing to the black hunk’s mentor Stan, leaving both men spread eagled in the ring, unconscious, as he jerked off and sprayed their faces and chests with his second load. The final indignation waking up with cum-smeared Speedos stuffed into their mouths.

BlackAlpha had never been so humiliated. He felt violated. He wanted revenge on the blonde muscle hunk. But he didn’t want to put up his title again to get it. Stan agreed and thought the two of them could find another way to make Jack pay. But how? The answer came in the form of an anonymous tip that  JackedStud would be training at the Bay Ridge arena and gym on Friday morning. That was the same arena run by Muscle Daddy Sal. It was also the home base of Sal’s protege VinnyMuscleStallion. BlackAlpha and Stan decided they would pay a surprise visit to see Jack and teach him a lesson he would not soon forget. The champ had his manager secretly reach out to Sal, who was still JackedStud’s personal slave after the blonde stud had been the first to defeat and fuck the Dom before a shocked Vinny and his buddies. The manager reported back that Sal would do almost anything to gain his freedom. 

Although embarrassed by Jack’s cruel knockout, BlackAlpha is a force of nature. The champ is 6’4” and 245 pounds. He has a smooth muscled 50” chest, 24” biceps and 33” quads. He had now defended his Fed title belt 8 times, fucking each of his challengers, including the now-deflowered JackedStud. Stan was a Muscle Daddy in his own right. At 51 years old, with a 50” chest and 20” biceps, BlackAlpha’s coach had a dusting of black hair on his pecs and a treasure trail over hard abs leading down to trimmed black pubes and a fat 8.5” cock. Both men are alpha males determined to avenge their humiliation at the hands of the blonde stud.

On Friday morning, JackedStud arrives at Sal’s Bay Ridge gym around 10:00 a.m. His promoter has been pestering the Tri-State Fed’s leadership to give the blonde Tarzan a rematch with BlackAlpha. Word had come back that JackedStud would need to defeat another top contender before getting a second title shot. At least Jack has Sal as his slave.  Standing at 6’3” and weighing 225 pounds, Sal has a smooth muscled physique with a 50” chest and six pack abs.  His black hair is now sprinkled with silver and his silver goatee frames a weathered but handsome face with beautiful green eyes. He keeps his black pubes closely cropped to accentuate his 9” cut cock. His owner, JackedStud is massive, standing at 6’6” and more than 250 pounds with long blonde curls drooping over his forehead. He has 55” pecs, 23” guns and 35” quads. His ripped body is entirely smooth down to the base of his 10” baseball bat of a cock.

Daddy Dom Sal is the first to greet JackedStud at the Bay Ridge gym escorting the blonde Tarzan to his private locker room and shower area. Sal is dressed in a black tank top with a matching black Speedo. Duffel in hand, Jack is wearing a dark blue tank matching his piercing blue eyes and jeans. In his locker room, he undresses while Muscle Daddy Sal watches and asks “Sir, do you want me to service you before your training session?” JackedStud smirks then grabs the back of Sal’s neck and pushes him to his knees before pressing his ample manhood into the older man’s handsome face. “Go for it bitch!” the blonde hunk says and Daddy Dom Sal opens his mouth and twirls his tongue around the big mushroom head.

Just then the door to the locker room opens and BlackAlpha and Stan stand in doorway.  Both have geared up already in matching tight white Speedos and white boots. JackedStud pushes Sal off his semi-hard cock and, trying not to look surprised, snorts out “Well if it isn’t the two bitches from last Saturday night. How’d you like the smell and taste of my cum when you finally woke up?” “You fucking wuss,” BlackAlpha replies, “You blindsided me while I was celebrating my victory over your jobber ass.  You had just drowned in your own cum.  No one treats my coach Stan or me that way. We’re here to pay you back. We challenge you and your Muscle Daddy slave to a tag team match right now!” The winners fuck the losers. And if we win, you agree to free Sal. If we lose, you can have your rematch for the Fed title.” Standing behind the blonde Tarzan, Daddy Dom Sal grins and gives a knowing nod at BlackAlpha. 

“FUCK YEAH!” responds JackedStud, “YOU’RE GONNA REGRET THIS! You’re gonna leave Bay Ridge today defeated and fucked for the first time and then you’ll be my bitch when I defeat you for the title.” The blonde stud grabs his still semi-hard cock. “You will be screaming when this enters your sorry ass!” BlackAlpha does gulp seeing the 10” cut cock with a girth rivaling that of porn star Rocco Steele. Trying not to let it show, the black hunk says dismissively “Yeah, yeah, jobber. We’ll be in the ring!”

As Stan and BlackAlpha head to the ring, Jack reaches into his duffel and pulls out a black Speedo with the initials “JS” in white lettering on the back surrounded by two flexing biceps also in white. He gears up in the tight trunks. He and Daddy Dom Sal, now both in black, put on black boots. JackedStud says “I can’t wait to see you fuck that Muscle Daddy Stan after we demolish these pretend alphas.” Sal smiles but doesn’t respond. He is pretty sure JackedStud has no clue as to what is about to happen.

BlackAlpha leads Stan to the ring pausing to fist bump VinnyMuscleStallion, his ginger muscle boyfriend Joey and other gym rats. “Y’all are welcome to watch!” says the champ, “It’s payback time in Bay Ridge!” As the black musclehunks in their white Speedos climb the metal stairs and slide through the top and middle ropes into the pro ring, they hear cheers and whistles from the assembled crowd. Before long, JackedStud is seen strutting from his private locker room to the ring with Sal walking behind him. Jack’s blonde curls bounce above his handsome face as he juts out his impressive 55” pecs in true alpha style.

Jack vaults up onto the apron and motions for Muscle Daddy Sal to follow suit. Then both hunks bound over the top rope and begin to stare down their opponents in the far corner.  BlackAlpha repeats the stakes for the onlookers in this no holds barred tag match. Vinny is excited his Muscle Daddy Dom might be freed but frets as well because he has seen and felt first hand the brutality of the blonde behemoth. JackedStud smirks then goes into a massive double bi flex showing off his 23” ceps and smooth pits. BlackAlpha responds immediately with a crab pose flexing his own 24” biceps and ripped back. The two Muscle Daddies step back over the top rope in their opposite corners allowing the titans to battle first.

Sitting next to Vinny, Joey rings the bell. DING! DING! DING! JackedStud moves towards center ring taunting the champ. “GONNA OWN YOU FUCKER!” The ebony muscled stud snorts and moves in as the gym rats buzz at the sight of two massive alpha males, one of whom will be demolished by the other. BlackAlpha appears to offer a classic elbow and collar lock up but then suddenly dashes right at Jack with his thick arm held out in a clothesline. JackedStud doesn’t see it coming. BAM! The blonde Tarzan is slammed onto his back. The champ doesn’t wait. He leaps up then lands a huge leg drop across Jack’s lower abs. THUD! “OOOHHHFFF”  Jack’s ripped body crunches upwards from both ends then falls back. THUD! “OOOHHFFF!” Another leg drop by the black hunk has the would-be contender crunching upwards once more, trying to protect his core but he’s a day late and a dollar short. 

BlackAlpha reaches down and grabs Jack’s blonde curls and drags the behemoth to the nearby ropes. He forces JackedStud to his feet then pushes his head and torso between the top and middle ropes before bending the big man backwards over the top rope. While holding him with his left arm, the champ rears back and sends a huge CHOP! to Jack’s 55” chest. POW! Then another POW and another POW! With each blow, Jack’s black Speedo covered monster cock bounces but he is held in place by the black hunk who then wraps his 24” bicep around Jack’s throat and neck and squeezes hard. Jack gasps and bucks as he is choked by the hunk’s cep. Cries of “CHOKE HIM OUT!!” reverberate around the arena.  

BlackAlpha finally releases the chokehold, and Jack’s almost limp body slides down and folds over the middle rope. The champ reaches down and wraps his thick forearms around the blonde stud’s waist then lifts him off the rope. He squeezes the 6’6” 250 pound stud tightly in a reverse bearhug as the 9” hardening cock in his white Speedos grinds into the cocky alpha’s ass. “UUUGGGHHH!” Jack’s grunts loudly in the champ’s grasp. The black hunk parades the blonde Tarzan around the ring before dropping him like a sack of potatoes near his corner. He slaps Stan’s outstretched arm and the Muscle Daddy and his mentee trade places. Stan grabs Jack’s ankles and drags his body out to center ring.  With Jack on his back, Stan lifts his legs and grins to the crowd before STOMPING the muscle hunk’s lower abs, once, twice, three times. He then places his size 12 white boot on the behemoth’s bulge and GAS PEDALS down to the delight of the crowd and a beaming BlackAlpha. “AARRRGGGHHHH” screams JackedStud. Meanwhile Daddy Dom Sal gives a big thumbs up to Stan from his corner.

Stan beckons BlackAlpha to join him in the ring and the champ vaults over the rope. Sitting on each side of JackedStud’s bodybuilder frame, each muscled stud grabs one of Jack’s arms and legs and press their boots into the behemoth’s obliques creating a human torture rack. Jack yells “AAAGGGGHHHHH!” as he is double teamed by the ebony hunks. In agony, he shouts “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU SAL?” When there’s no reply, it’s clear to everyone, even Jack, what’s going down in Bay Ridge today. 

BlackAlpha and Stan release their grip on Jack. As the champ exits the ring, Stan now drags Jack by his golden locks to his unsteady feet and forces him over to Sal’s corner. Once there, he turns Jack around, sitting him on the middle turnbuckle. From the apron outside the ring, Daddy Dom Sal grabs the blonde stud’s hair and yanks his head backwards. Stan drapes Jack’s arms over the top rope.  The ebony Daddy then pulls Jack’s right leg up and over the middle rope before doing the same to his left leg, really stretching out the Tarzan’s groin. Holding the middle ropes on each side the ring post, Stan SPEARS Jack’s abs with his head three times, knocking the wind out of coughing blonde Tarzan. Still yanking Jack’s hair, Sal wraps his 20” bicep around the cocky hunk’s throat and squeezes hard.  Stan gives the Daddy Dom a thumbs up as he reaches down to Jack’s black waistband, pulling it down and exposing the muscle boi’s huge 10” cut cock and smooth balls.  Stan wastes no time grabbing then twisting Jack’s nut sack as pre-cum drips from the slit of the jobber’s hard dick. Gasping and gurgling as Sal chokes him, Jack’s muffled but loud sob of “NOOOOOOOO!  PLLEEEASSSEE NOOOOOO!” fills the arena.

Watching this carnage gets Vinny all horned up and he starts stroking Joey’s thigh before his palm slides under the leg loop of the ginger’s orange Speedos and begins jerking his training partner’s 7.5” uncut cock. Joey bites his lip as his cock hardens quickly in Vinny’s grasp. The rest of the crowd is fixated on JackedStud as his balls are manhandled by Stan and his throat is choked by his soon to be ex-slave Sal. Finally, Stan relents. Leaving Jack trapped in the corner he motions for BlackAlpha to rejoin him in the ring. The champ is back in a flash after bounding over the top rope. He picks up where Stan left off, grabbing JackedStud’s big balls and applying a claw that shoots pain to all of the blonde’s nerve endings. “OOOOHHHH GOOOOODDDDDD!” groans the jobber bitch as his hard cock leaks more pre. 

But BlackAlpha wants JackedStud’s complete and unequivocal submission. He signals to Sal to release the chokehold then pulls the blonde behemoth’s 35” quads back over the middle ropes. The black hunk then drags Jack to center ring before wrapping his thick 24” arm around his throat pulling him into a inverted face lock. He then yanks Jack back onto his extended knee transitioning from the face lock into a full-blown DRAGON SLEEPER. The blonde jobber’s face is now buried in BlackAlpha’s sweaty armpit with closely cropped black hair. As the bitch is smothered in the champ’s pit, his 10” dick is on display for all to see, the waistband of his black Speedos resting under his battered balls. “REPEAT AFTER ME!” demands the champ as Sal enters the ring and stands next to Stan. “I’M A JOBBER BITCH!” When there’s no response other than some muffled groans, BlackAlpha takes his free hand and applies a devastating claw to Jack’s right pec. Almost immediately everyone can hear a sobbing reply “I’M A JOBBER BITCH!” BlackAlpha grins widely and demands “WHOSE YOUR DOM BITCH?” As the black champ digs even deeper into Jack’s right pec, the blonde jobber screams into the champ’s armpit “YOU ARE, BLACK ALPHA, YOU’RE MY DOM!  I’M YOUR BITCH!” Vinny, Joey and the rest of the crowd are now on their feet chanting “JACKED BITCH! JACKED BITCH!” Sal wraps his arm around Stan and pulls him close as the two Muscle Daddies embrace.  “NOW GIVE YOU FUCKING BITCH!” commands BlackAlpha. No hesitation this time. “I GGGIIIIIVVVVEEEEEE!” screams Jacked Bitch as he fully submits.

BlackAlpha drops the blonde jobber on his back, places his size 13 white boot on his chest and strikes a classic victory pose at center ring to the roar of the assembled crowd. He then embraces both Stan and Sal saying “Welcome back Sal! You’re a Muscle Daddy Dom once again!” Sal’s eyes tear up but he does a double bi flex showing off his 20” ceps and fit body as Vinny leads the onlookers in shouting “SAL! SAL! SAL!”

BlackAlpha peels down his white Speedos revealing his 9” ebony cut cock already fully erect. He motions for Stan and Sal to do the same. Stan’s plump 8.5” dick is also cut and semi-hard. Sal’s 9” cut cock is thick and hard. BlackAlpha reaches down and grabs Jack’s golden hair, pulling him up onto his knees before the three muscle hunks. He then presses Jack’s face against Sal’s cock. “SERVICE SAL JACKED BITCH!” orders the black champ. Jacked Bitch opens his mouth, and Sal rams his hard dick into the back of the jobber’s throat. Showing no mercy, Sal goes to work on the blonde TOY BOY. Now a heel once again, the Daddy Dom humiliates the bitch by SKULL FUCKING his throat making him gag. Watching al:l this, Vinny pulls Joey’s hard cock out of his Speedos leg loop and leans down to take his manhood into the Stallion’s mouth. As Vinny bobs up and down on his partner’s shaft, he tastes spurts of pre-cum.

BlackAlpha and Stan stroke their huge cocks as they watch Jacked Bitch’s face being fucked by Sal. The time for the ultimate payback has arrived and the two black studs wink at each other. Together, they pull the blonde Tarzan off Sal’s 9” dick as saliva drips from the jobber’s mouth. Stan lays down on his back on the canvass stroking his fat dick and lubing it with his own spit. BlackAlpha shoves Jacked Bitch onto Stan’s six pack then grabs his hard cock and guides it into the loser’s fuckhole. As Jack’s ass is rammed for the second time in his life, the blonde muscle boi screams “OOOOHHHH FUUUCCKKK!” Stan starts to thrust upwards and increases his tempo becoming a piston and causing Jack to grunt ever louder as his pleading blue eyes bulge and roll backwards in his head.  “UUNNFF! UUNNFF! UNNFF!” BlackAlpha’s impressed having never seen his coach conquer another man.

 Meanwhile Daddy Dom Sal stays hard as a rock dripping his own pre on the mat as he watches his former owner get owned by BlackAlpha’s Muscle Daddy Mentor. The champ then motions Sal to crouch behind Jacked Bitch as Vinny, Joey and the rest of the crowd chant “DP! DP! DP!  “NOOOOOOOO!” yells Jack but it’s too late. Sal positions his cock just above Stan’s thrusting dick and PUSHES into the bitch’s ass. “TAKE IT LIKE A TRUE JOBBER BITCH!” snarls Sal as he and Stan pound their big dicks into the stretched hole of the now sobbing blonde squeeze toy. BlackAlpha wants in on the action and positions his 9” cut cock at Jack’s mouth before RAMMING his hard dick into his throat for another face fucking.

The three alpha males treat the blonde Tarzan like the jobber bitch he has become…filling both his holes with pulsing dicks and pre-cum.  After several minutes BlackAlpha pulls out and trades positions with Daddy Dom Sal, pressing his cock into Jack’s hole along with Stan’s while Sal skull fucks the pathetic loser.  Jack’s monster 10” cock stays hard the whole time obviously enjoying the pounding more than his sobs suggest.  His pre drips onto Stan’s hairy pecs and the coach scoops some up with one finger and tastes it. All three hunks, the two Muscle Daddies and the champ, are close and suddenly start ROARING as BlackAlpha’s and Stan’s cock explode deep inside Jack’s hole and Sal blasts a cum load down his throat. “AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!” yell the muscle hunks as they climax together.  Holding Vinny’s mouth against his ginger pubes, Joey’s cock sends ropes of cum down the Stallion’s throat as he watches the sexy spectacle in the ring.  

Jacked Bitch loses all control and his 10” beast of a cock starts shooting cum all over Stan’s chest handsfree. The twice defeated muscle boi moans loudly as his humiliation is almost complete.  “Almost,” because BlackAlpha retrieves his white Speedo and uses it to wipe Jack’s cum off Stan’s upper body.  Then he stuffs the cum smeared Speedo into the jobber’s mouth gagging him with his own cum.  Then the champ wraps his 24” right bicep around the bitch’s throat and squeezes tight. Jacked Bitch flails for a few moments, his arms flapping around the champ’s cep vainly attempting to pry the black gun loose.  But his arms slow down, then plop down, as the gagged jobber’s eyes close and everything goes dark. “Payback is a bitch after all!” exclaims BlackAlpha and slings Jacked Bitch over his shoulder before following Muscle Daddies Sal and Stan to the locker room where the blonde TOY BOY will be fucked again.

Being a long haul can get boring really quick. Listening to the radio and yakking on the CB only goes so far but this trip the CB led to some interesting times. For those of you who travel I-5, this little adventure happened at the rest area just south of where 580 and I-5 meet south west of Stockton.

A little about myself. I’m 5’9 and a little on the slim side at 130 lbs. Never thought of myself as all that handsome but I didn’t scare small dogs or children and a few guys over the years thought I was worth chasing after. That last line should give you an idea of my sexual preference, even though I had always considered myself as Bi, the older I got the more I was tending to lean more toward men. I had been introduced to male sex at a very young age and found that I liked it, a lot. My first man was quite a bit older than me and from the first treated me more like a girl than a boy. It would be years later before I found out that I was a “bottom” to me it was just the way things were. Being bottom and a horny one at that came in real handy in the trucking world, I found out very quickly that there were a whole lot more “tops” on the road than bottoms which worked out well for me. Of course, you had to be careful out there, picking up guys wasn’t any easier or safer on the road than anywhere else.

Back to the road. I’d been shooting the bull with another driver for the last couple of hundred miles when I saw the rest area sign. It was a little after 2 in the morning and I was starting to get a little tired so I keyed up and told him I was going to be pulling into the rest area and was going to call it a night. I figured he’d head on down the road but instead he told me he’d just follow me in and maybe take a short nap himself.

We ended up parking in the same row with just a couple of trucks between us and by the time I got some paperwork done and step out of the truck he was there waiting for me. We shook hands and introduced ourselves then headed over to the bathroom. I didn’t think about anything happening at the time, we were just a couple of drivers taking a break. Maybe I should have wondered about him deciding to take a nap when he had talked about needing to get down south to unload the next morning, but, 30-minute power naps were very common on the road. I didn’t even think about the fact that we’d done a tiny bit of nasty talking off channel. When he found out I knew the area where he was going to deliver and knew where the closest truck stop was he’d asked to switch to an unused channel and had ask me out lot lizards (hookers) at the truck stop. He said he’d been on the road for almost 6 weeks and was super horny and tired of jacking off. I told him there were a few there but there were more crossdressers than real women, he laughed and said as long as they had hots holes, he could stick his cock in he wasn’t going to be picky. He asked if I’d ever had one of them suck me off when I was laid over, maybe I’d said something during that conversation to make him think I might be gay, I was too tired to really remember what all we’d talked about. When you’re talking on a CB and never thinking that you’re actually going to meet the person you’re talking to you don’t pay a lot of attention to what you’re saying.

When we got back to my truck he asked if I was going to hit the sack right away. Told him that I was going to stretch out and read a little to unwind before I’d be able to sleep. We shook hands again and I told him to take care and be safe and maybe we’d run across each other sometime and climbed up in the truck. I went into the sleeper and since I always sleep naked, I began to get undressed. I had just gotten under the covers and picked up my book when someone knocked on the door. My first thought was a hooker and I figured I’d surprise him and send her down to his truck. I’m the one who got the surprise when I stuck my head through the curtains and saw him step up on the running board and look in my window. Being naked I just motioned for him to open the door. When he did the apologized for bother me, he said he thought he was going to nap but just couldn’t get to sleep and would I mind visiting a little till he got a little more tired. I told him to come on in, I wasn’t ready for sleep yet myself. I got back under the covers and opened the curtain expecting him to sit in the driver’s seat. He had other ideas though because he came into the sleeper and sat on the foot of the bunk. Surprised me a little but it wasn’t really a big deal. I did have to draw my feet up a little, I hadn’t really paid any attention when we were going to the bathroom but he was a pretty good-sized guy. He had to be pushing 6-3 or 4 and if he was less that 200lbs I’d be really surprised. He wasn’t fat by any means but he wasn’t a body builder either, he was just big. We started talking about general trucking stuff, what he was hauling, where he was going after he got unloaded, that kind of stuff. He got quite for a minute then ask about the truck stop again. Seems he was going to have to lay over for a night between loads and he figured that would be the best place. At first it was questions that any driver would ask, how’s the food, did they have showers, then he went from the price of fuel to how often had I been there and how many times had I seen hookers or queers there. I told him that I didn’t really know because I hadn’t paid that much attention to them. I know I had seen both there and had even had both come up to my truck but not that often. I also let him know that I didn’t really care for the name queer and preferred gay. I have a feeling I may have been a little to animate about that cause he got quite again and just looked at me for a minute. The next thing out of his mouth was “You’re gay, aren’t you?”

I could have said no and sent him on his way, but even though I never advertised that fact I was never ashamed of it either, so I told him no, I was Bi. Took a minute for that to sink in. “So, you like girls and guys?” I told him yes, that what being Bi meant. He looked so confused it was kind of funny. He had to have been in his 50’s and he had never heard of a Bi person. I knew he said he was from a small town in Alabama and all I could think of was it had to be damn small and how could anyone in this day and age not know what Bi was?

I knew what was going to happen as soon as he wrapped his head around the idea and I wasn’t disappointed. He wanted to know what I did with guys. I know in his mind I was in his “queer” category and the only thing he was thinking of was two guys. I figured, what the hell, I was going to be completely honest and he’d get all homophobic and take off and I could get to sleep. So, I told him that I liked playing with a cock and feeling it get had. I loved to suck on one and every once in awhile I like to have a guy take charge and fuck my mouth, and yes, I did swallow his cum. I also told him my favorite thing was to get fucked, that I loved the feel of a hard cock pounding my ass and dumping a load of hot cum deep inside me.

He never said a word, just looked at me. I was afraid I might have gone to far and he was thinking about beating the shit out of me. Sometimes having a smart mouth isn’t the best thing especially when you don’t have enough since to keep it shut. He turned more toward me and put his hand on the bunk. He still hadn’t said anything which was worrying me enough that I slide my hand to the top of the bunk where I had a pistol. My heart made a big jump when he reached his hand out toward me. He kind of lunged toward me and I had my hand on my pistol before I realized that all he’d done was grab my bedding and yanked it down off me.

You would think that I a space no bigger than the sleeper in a semi I would be a little more observant. I’m lying there totally naked, legs open because I’d pulled my feet up to make room for him and he’s sitting there holding my blanket and staring at me. I bent to grab my covers and that where the unobservant part showed up. He had his cock out of his pants and in his hand! How the hell had I missed that? Now it was my turn to stare at him. Without saying a word, he stood up, un buckled his belt and pushed hi pants and underwear down to the floor. Somewhere during my rant not only had he taken his cock out, he had also sipped his shoes off. He was facing me as he started to unbutton his shirt, I didn’t notice that much I was too busy staring at that hard cock and those big hairy balls. He had to have a solid 8” of thick hard cock standing straight out.

He dropped his shirt on the floor and stepped forward to a point where his cock was directly in front of my face. With me reclining against my pillows the head of it was on the same level as my lips. I looked up at him to see what he was going to do but he was just looking down at me and still not saying anything, I reached up and wrapped my hand around his shaft and took his balls in the other one. I massaged his balls while I did a few strokes on his shaft. Love the feel of the so hard yet soft cock in my hands. I slowly slid my hand down to the root then back to the mushroom head already thinking in my mind that it was going to hurt a little taking the head in my ass but once it was in the shaft was going to feel great. I leaned forward and just touched my tongue to the head. He must have been thinking about something before he came to the truck because he smelled nice and I knew he had used wet wipes before he’d come down. I took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I don’t know how often he got his cock sucked but from the moan it must not have been to often. I kept working his balls as I started taking more cock in my mouth. I was pretty sure I was going to be able to take all of it as long as he let me set the pace. Other than so moaning and gasping he was still silent even when I touched his stomach with my nose. I held it there for a minute before I started sliding back. I moved back till I had only the head and then started tonguing it. That got him going although he showed his lack of experience with guys immediately. He grabbed the inside of my thigh and jerked my leg off the side of the bunk, rapping my balls hard enough that the only thing that kept me from yelling was the mouth full of cock I had. He grabbed the other leg and shoved it to the back of the bunk. At least he was a little gentler that time, the bummer was as soon as my legs

I did spit his cock out then. I grabbed his wrist and shoved him away from me. He started apologizing but I just held my hand up for him to stop, I reached in a drawer by the head of the bunk and got some lube. I wasn’t going to trust him right then so I put it on my ass myself making sure there was enough in case he rubbed some off. He kept saying he was sorry and wouldn’t do that again, I told him it was OK, just be gentle. He rubbed my hole a bit without sticking a finger in and I just lay there enjoying it. I finally spread my legs a little more and pushed back against his finger till he took the hint and slid one back in me. Once I saw that he was going to be more careful finger fucking me I went back to sucking his cock and playing with his balls.

We were getting into a bit of a rhythm, ever time I’d slid my lips down his cock he’d push his finger into me so he was matching my sucking. I was enjoying everything so mush that I almost missed the fact that he was picking up speed with his fingering and starting to move his hips instead of just standing there, Usual I’m more aware of where things are but my timing was off that night, as soon as I realized he was speeding up because he was getting close to coming, I got a mouth full. His finger came out of my ass and both hands went to the back of my head and his cock went all the way down my throat. I can handle that mot of the time but with him catching me by surprise and with my mouth full of his cock and my nose shoved into his stomach I wasn’t able to breath! We had a shoving match there for a minute. I had both hands on hi hips trying to push him back enough for me to breath and he had both hands on my head trying to shove his cock even farther down my throat. Luckily, he finished coming before I passed out.

Once he pulled his cock out of my mouth, I scooted over to give him room to lay next to me. This is the time I always thank God I was smart enough to get the larger sleeper for my truck. I had to spend 10 minutes listening to him telling me how sorry he was for coming in my mouth but it just felt so good he couldn’t stop. It is nice for the ego to hear them go on about how great it was and it was the best blow job they’d ever had, most of which is bullshit, but nice to hear anyway.

We lay there and talked a bit, I was on my side with a leg over his, playing with his cock and balls while he turned on the 20 questions. Why is it that as soon as a guy has had his cock in your mouth or ass, he thinks he’s entitled to the most privet details of your life. How many guys have I sucked/fucked? What’s the biggest cock I’ve had in me? Have I ever been gangbanged? The favorite of most white guys, have I ever sucked or let a black guy fuck me. This just happened to be one of the nights I didn’t mind sharing some things, and when he asked me to roll over so he could play with my ass while we talked, I was more than willing to tell him more stuff as long as he kept playing with it.

I didn’t have a set time that I had to unload, or even a set date for that matter and since I love getting my ass played with, I could have lay there most of the night, unfortunately it was not to be. He was happy hearing the nasty details and I was very happy with the squeezing and rubbing but that only lasted 10 minutes or so before a finger found its way back in my hole. Another 10 minutes of getting fingered and I was feeling something hard poking at my hip. Five more minutes and he rolled over onto my back. His cock ended up between my ass cheeks and he surprised me by starting to kiss the back of my neck. Next, he used his feet and knees to push my legs apart. He had gotten braver after the blow job because he quit kissing my neck and whispered in my ear that he hoped I was ready cause he was shove his hard cock up my ass. True to his word, he got up on his knees, put his hands on my hips and pulled me up on my knees. He took his cock in his hand and started rubbing the head of it back and forth across my hole. Thankfully instead of shoving it was more a slow slide. Not sure he’d ever fucked an ass before because it took him a bit to figure out the right angle, even then he had a little trouble getting that mushroom head in me. I was right about that part. I had to reach back and guide it in me, that way I could hold it in place against my hole and push back on it. I hurt so good getting the head in and such a relief once it was in. He held still and let me push back until I was able to get him all the way in. He just held it in place until I started to move on it then he put both hands on my hips and started stroking me. He would pull back till only the head was in me the sink all of it back in. I think I got excited quicker than he did, it had been so long since I’d been fucked that when he pulled back instead of waiting, I’d slam my ass back till I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. He caught in pretty quick that I wanted to be fucked hard and fast. He was pushing down on the small of my back trying to roll my ass up higher. He would push against me when he drew his cock out and yank me back as he shoved it in, it felt like he was trying to shove his balls in my ass along with that cock!

I had to make him take a minute break at one time because he was pounding me so hard my head was banging into the side of the cab and I could feel the damn truck swaying, you got to be really pounding to get a semi to sway and I was loving every minute of it. All good things must end though and when he grabbed my hips to yank me back on his cock, I knew the end was getting near. He was pounding so hard by the that he pulled his cock all the way out of my ass and then slammed it back in without missing a beat, that’s when I came. It was only a few minutes later when he yanked me back and shoved his cock in as deep as he could get it. He held me there as he ground that cock in me, I reached back between my legs and cupped his balls I could feel them tightening in my hand and moving each time he shot cum in me. Seemed like it took him forever to finish coming but he finally collapsed on my back, causing my knees to give out and we both flopped down on the bunk with his cock still in me and twitching. I could feel his ragged breath on my neck and hear him saying how great it felt and that he could not believe how tight my ass was. He laughed and said that if he had known how good fucking ass was would have started years ago and he was damn sure gonna keep fucking them.

He lay there on my back till his cock went soft and slid out of me then with a groan he rolled off. One of the best feelings is that instant after you’ve be fucked when he rolls off and you feel that first breath of cool air hitting you gaping ass. I reached back a rubbed a finger across my hole, it was still gaped and I could feel the creampie he had left me with. I knew that if I stood up right then I would feel his cum running down the inside of my thighs but I just wanted to lay there and enjoy the afterglow.

After 15 minutes or so he gave my ass on last squeeze and said how mush he wished he had time to stick around and fuck me again he needed to get on down the road. I thanked him, kissed the head of his cock one last time and watched him get dressed and leave. I figured I’d just stay right where I was untill I dozed off, which I did.

Seemed like I had drifted off to sleep when I got woke back up by someone knowing on the door. I figured he’d forgot something so I just hollered for him to come on in. I was still lying on my stomach with my legs open and no covers but since I was sure it was just him coming back for something I just stayed where I was. I heard the door open and felt the truck move as he climbed in. I didn’t even bother to open my eyes when I heard the sleeper curtain being pushed aside. “What did you forget?” I asked

“Damn that is one fine looking ass” a voice said, but it wasn’t the voice I was expecting! I’d been lying on my stomach but as soon as I heard the voice I flopped over on my back, my eyes flew open to see an older black guy standing next to the bunk smiling down at me. Do you have any idea how surprising and awkward it is to be lying on a bed totally naked with a strange guy smirking down at you? “Who the hell are you?” I shouted a little too loud.

He held up his hand and said he was sorry; he should have said something before he got in the truck. I had calmed down a little and told him that he had just scared the hell out of me. I grabbed my blanket and pulled it up to my waist while watching him, not that a blanket would help if he had any bad ideas but for some reason, I felt less vulnerable being covered. He started explaining that he was also a driver and his truck was the one right next to mine. He said he had decided to spend the night and had already been parked there when I pulled in. He had been just leaning back in the drivers’ seat drinking coffee when he’s seen me and the other drive come back for the bathroom. He hadn’t thought anything about it until he saw the other driver come back to my truck, then climb in the cab. It had sparked his interest when he saw the guy go into my sleeper and close the curtains. He smiled and said that he’s had his cock sucked in his truck often enough to figure that there was going to be some sucking going on so he’d rolled his window down to see if he could hear anything. I hadn’t said a thing while he was talking which he must have taken for an invitation because he sat on the edge of the bunk and continued. I could hear voices from your truck but couldn’t understand what you guys were talking about but I did start hearing some pretty rhythmic movements and then some banging and your cab started swaying. He looked at me, smiled and put his hand on my leg. I knew right then that there was a lot more that just sucking going on, I just didn’t know who was pitching or who was catching. He never took his eyes off me as he started rubbing my leg and told me that he had waited till he saw the guy getting ready to leave my truck and he gotten out of his and walked to the front of it to wait for me. He said that as the guy was walking by, he asked him if he enjoyed himself in my sleeper. He said the guys was super embarrassed and tried to deny that anything had happened until he told him what he’d seen and heard. He told the guy that he wasn’t passing judgement that he was just on the horny side and was wondering if maybe he could get in on the fun.

I could feel my face getting red the more he talked but I could also feel my cock twitching the more he talked or maybe it was the feel of his hand which had moved from my leg to my thigh. He said that when the guy found out what it was that he wanted he wasted no time letting him know that he had been the pitcher and had gone into quite a bit of detail about me being the catcher. He stopped there and waited for me to say something but my mind was blank. I was relived to here that he wasn’t there to rob or kill me, I was a little pissed that I had been thrown under the bus so quickly by the other guy and just a little bit excited about what details had been shared.

My silence must have bothered him a little because he squeezed my thigh and said that the guy had told him I was a great cocksucker and that I had sucked him dry and swallowed every drop. Again, he waited for a response, I just smiled and wiggled my ass a little. I knew he was building up to asking me to at least suck him off but I had decided not to make it easy for him, kind of get back at him for scaring the hell out of me.

He definitely wanted some kind of response for me because he stood up unbuttoned his pants, slide the zipper down and let them fall to his ankles. As he was undressing, he was telling me that the other driver had told him about how hot and tight my ass was and great it felt fucking me. He hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his boxers and started pushing them down slowly until his black cock popped out then he let them fall to join his pants on the floor. What do you think about having this cock ball deep in your ass?

I was determined to keep quite but after hearing his nasty talk and the slow exposure of his cock and balls he didn’t need to hear me talk, all he had to do was look down at the tent my cock was making with the blanket. To hell with playing it cool, I was horny again and yes I wanted that cock in me. I watched him take his semi hard cock in his had a start stroken it as I kicked the covers to the end of the bunk. His cock was getting harder by the second as he watched me take mine in my hand and start jacking it. He stepped forward and rubbed the head of his cock across my lips as he told me that my fuck buddy had told him that I liked to just be taken and that if he wanted his cock sucked to just stick it in my mouth. Open that mouth and suck this cock bitch! As soon as I did, he put a hand on the back of my head and shoved his cock in. Thank God he wasn’t that big because with my nose pressed into his stomach, I would have had a lot of trouble breathing. I was still having some problems, his cock wasn’t that thick but it made up for it in length, he gone way past my gag reflex area and was truly throat fucking me. I had both hands on his hips, trying to keep him from pounding it so deep but It wasn’t helping much. He kept up a running dialogue as he fucked, telling me how hot my mouth was and that I was a great cocksucking bitch, of course, asking how I was loving it, had I ever had one this big in my throat before, had I ever sucked a black cock before, did I want him to fill my mouth with cum. Never understood why they would be pumping your mouth full of cock and thinking you were going to be able to answer their questions. I’ll admit, I was enjoying the feel of his cock in my mouth but my main thoughts were on breathing and trying not to gag, which was getting harder not to do because his cock was getting thicker the more he fucked. Guess I was wrong about the size, he was only half hard instead of full like I thought.

I moved one hand down to cup his balls and see if I was correct in thinking that his cock swelling meant the was close to coming and when I felt his balls drawing up and getting tighter, I knew I was going to be getting a mouthful any second. Wrong, right when I was prepared to get a mouthful he shoves me back, pulling his cock out of my mouth. Damn! I really want to pimp my load down your throat but I want this to last a little longer. I had mixed feeling about that, I was happy to be able to breath again by I had be kind of looking forward to sucking him off. He did take some of the edge off by building my ego a little. Your buddy was telling the truth you are a damn good cocksucker, you had me right on the verge of busting my nut in your mouth but I want to see if the rest of what he said is true so spread them legs and get that ass ready to take my cock!

He really didn’t give me time to do anything on my own, no sooner had he told me to spread em he grabbed my legs and was pushing them apart as he crawled between them. As soon as he was between them, he took my ankles and put them on his shoulders, he put one hand on my chest and took his cock I the other and guided it to my hole. I was glad I hadn’t bothered to clean myself from the first fuck because at least I would still be a little slick for the cum and I was sure he was going to just ram his cock in me like he’d done to my mouth. I was pleasantly surprised when he jut put his cock head against my hole and held it there for a second before slowly sliding it in.

Damn, he was stretching me out! I had been totally wrong about his size. At least with the first guy all I needed to do was get his big mushroom head in me because the shaft was smaller and fit really well in me but this guy! His whole cock was the size of the first one’s head. I was biting the pillow and clawing his back the whole time he was putting it in me and having him telling me about how hard and fast he was planning on pounding my ass wasn’t helping. I was so happy when he finally got it all the way in but then he pushed my legs up higher and wider, rolling my ass up more as he ground his cock in me. It was painful and felt great at the same time. He hit a spot that hadn’t been hit in a long tie and my cock jumped and I came just from that feeling. I was past any pretense of staying quiet. I had just come all over my stomach but my cock was still twitching

And my hips were moving trying to draw him in even deeper. You like have a hard cock in your ass, don’t you? I ran my hands down his back, cupped his ass cheeks and pulled him to me, I told him to quit talking and shove that fucking cock in me! Now it was my turn to talk. I begged him to fuck me harder and pump my ass full of cum. I told him how much I loved his cock and how great it felt buried in my ass. I’m not sure of what all I said and I’m not sure of why I was going so crazy that night. I’d been fucked many times by bigger cocks but it had been a long time since I’d had anyone get me that excited. Maybe I just hadn’t got enough the first time, whatever the reason I wanted his cock as deep in me as he could get it. He was balanced between my legs with his hands on my cheeks spreading them apart he’d shoved it all the way in and then stopped moving other than just grinding it in small circles. I could take that for long and started moving my hips and sliding my ass back and forth on his cock, I figured that if he wasn’t going to fuck me I’d fuck him instead. It didn’t take long before he started pounding me again and this time the tempo went up a notch. I knew the truck was moving again and we were making enough noise that anyone walking by was going to know what was going on but I didn’t care, all I cared about was feeling his cum in my ass. He started moaning louder and then saying fuck that ass over and over again. I swear it felt like his cock was swelling up even bigger and he was pounding me even hard when he grabbed my ass cheeks and slammed that cock in me. His cum flooded into me in spurts with him making loud grunting noises with each spurt. The second spurt did it for me and I started coming again.

He did the same thing the first guy had done, pumped me full then collapsed on top of me. I didn’t mind at all. I loved feeling a guy on top of me with his cock still in me slowly getting soft until it slides out of me. For the second time that night I felt that first breath of cool air hit my hot gapping ass hole as I felt his cum leaking out and down my ass crack. He lay there for a bit after his cock had slipped out then rolled over and sat up on the bunk. He reached a had up between my legs and slipped a finger in my hot slick hole. Damn your buddy was right that is one fine ass hole and you are one fine fuck. He fingered me a few times the got dressed. For the second time that night I just lay there, legs spread feeling the cool air on my ass and watched him get dressed. He gave me his number and said that since he ran the 5 pretty often, he was hoping we’d meet up again, I agreed with him on that part., I knew if I ever did get a chance to get his cock in me, I’d damn sure take it.

I lay there for awhile after he’d left, basking in the afterglow, as they say and comparing the two cocks I’d had that night. No comparison really, that were both good. My ass was pleasingly sore and I was satisfied, even though I knew I’d be horny and ready to get fucked by the next night for that night it was time for some sleep.