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I was in my mid twenties at the time of this story. It was a fall evening in the local cruising park, the cloudy skies reflected the lights of the nearby city and cast a glow over the entire area. I walked along a path, making yet another pass in a night that had seen very little in the way of other guys around. This had been a quiet evening, and I was pretty much convinced that I was the only person in the park when I saw another guy walking towards me.

He was about my age, nicely built from what I could tell, and as we walked by each other our eyes met and held each other’s gaze for that telltale second longer than straight guys do. I knew he was on my team, and after a couple more steps I walked off the path and stood on the grass. He walked on for a bit, then turned back and came over to me. I smiled and nodded. It was clear from his haircut and the open, trusting expression on his face that he was a sailor.

A few minutes of small talk confirmed this impression, he was in the Navy and served at a base nearby. I liked guys in the Navy, they were generally friendly, trustworthy and hot. This one seemed no exception. His name was Eddy, and he was from another part of the country originally. He spoke with the accent of the maritime provinces slightly colouring his voice.

Once we had talked for a few minutes, I asked if he wanted to go for a walk with me. He accepted, and we were off. I led him to a clump of trees which I knew to be little used but which also had a small labyrinth of trails in it. We walked into one and stood still to allow our eyes to adjust for a few minutes. I leaned over and kissed his soft lips, and he reciprocated with some measure of force.

We went a bit further into the bush, and here was an alcove of suitable size and discretion for our purposes. He was wearing blue jeans, and a jacket with a fabric trunk and leather arms. I reached down and undid his pants. He was wearing bikini underwear, white ones, and I slowly turned him around to look at his ass, which the general build of his body told me would be sweet. I was right. Here in front of me was the sweetest of asses, slender in proportion, yet with just the right sort of curvature to appeal to the dedicated sodomist. It certainly appealed to me at the time, and I knelt there before it’s perfection, and contemplated it for a moment.

I knew the time for action had come, and I reached up to grasp the elastic of the waistband, and gently slipped his underpants down to below his knees. There before me was the beautiful ass, making my heart pound. It was everything I wanted. I put my hands on the cheeks of his ass, then leaned forward and began to lick it. I felt dizzy from the passion this inspired. Within a few seconds I had buried my face and my consciousness entirely within the confines of this sweet ass.

He reached behind himself, and our hands met on his ass, as I gently spread his hot ass open more to admit my tongue. He clasped my hands tightly, and I knew that this was exactly what he wanted also. I couldn’t get enough of licking his ass, it was as if I was going to run out of time. I was passionately involved in licking, sucking and pushing my tongue into and around his hole. He loved it as much as I did, pushed his hips back against my face and moaning softly. At times his hands helped mine in spreading his ass open for my hot tongue to probe.

After a while, I knew that it was time to come up for air, and this I did reluctantly, but did nonetheless. I stood there behind him and ran my fingers obsessively up and down his ass. It was slick with my saliva, and this turned me on all that much more. I desperately wanted to be inside his ass, and the pressure to bend him over and fuck him right there built up to intolerable proportions. My breathing was hard and hot in his ear, and I just couldn’t take my fingers away from his ass.

In a voice trembling with passion, he asked me if I wanted to go back to his place, and there was never a more welcome suggestion that this. I accepted, and we walked the short distance to his car, and then drove pretty much in silence back to his apartment. He was a nice guy, and I could tell by the way he looked at me that there was a deep seated horniness in him. It soon came out that he had just spent about three weeks at sea on exercises. This explained a lot of things, and made our mutual need to get to his place all that much more urgent.

We arrived and went through the wonderfully tedious process of entering the underground parking, the elevator, various locked doors, and finally we were there. He shared a two bedroom place with another guy, but he was out working tonight. We went right to the bedroom. I took Eddy’s clothes off pretty quick, and then my own, and once we were naked we took up where we had left off. I felt his ass, and positioned him on the bed so that he was laying on his side, with one knee bent and his leg drawn up.

I started to lick his ass again, and here followed another of those amazing interludes that analingus so often brings me to, where the entire world fades into nothing, and there are only the vaguest impressions of an arched back, or the hand helping to spread the ass cheeks open that little ways farther that makes the difference between willingness and enthusiasm. His ass hair was wet and scratchy on my face, but I reveled in it. If I could have crawled up his ass I surely would have.

It was a while before I came to my senses again, but he had no complaints either, and so I lay there beside him and started to probe his sweet ass with my finger. First one, and then two, and he flinched a bit. I just spread his ass open a bit more and thrust them farther inside him. He loved it, and pushed back against me as I finger fucked his hole. I was looking into his eyes, and a hot thing was that at first he wasn’t able to look back at me. It was as if he were shy of giving me his ass, and this just made it hotter that he was.

There was a conveniently placed lubricant tubule on the bureau, and once I followed Eddy’s eyes to it I soon had it in hand and applied it liberally to his ass. This was followed shortly by a condom, and at this point I finally entered his ass. It took a little bit for him to get used to my cock, which is a fair size, but once he relaxed a bit, and I stroked his cock for him, he got right into it.

There was no stopping him, or me for that matter at this point. I knew that I had to carry on fucking him, no matter what happened, until we were both happy and satisfied. I pushed his knee up and then spread his ass for him so that I could get that much deeper into him. It was so hot. He pursed his lips in the universal expression of anal intercourse, and I looked from where my penis was going in and out of his ass up to his face and right into his eyes. This made him even more shy about it all, and I was forced to slow down for fear of coming.

I kept on fucking him like that for a while, then we shifted positions so that his legs were in the air. He wanted it so deep inside him, and we both knew it. We were achieving symbiosis on this amazing astral plane. There was no stroke or thrust which was not welcomed, nor enthusiastically delivered. It was so hot. He made efforts to spread his legs more widely open, and I was there on my knees fucking him, and watching my cock go in and out of him alternately while contemplating the look on his face.

I ended up by fucking him while he lay on his stomach, with his legs as far open as I could spread them. I was relentlessly fucking his ass, and it was all too much. I started to come, and then it was like a torrent coming from my penis. I was so far inside his sweet ass, and he had let me in there. The final couple of fucks I gave him slapped my hipbones against his sweat covered ass.

He got up on his knees and I played with his ass while he jerked off. He enjoyed the humiliation of this whole thing, and I was getting ready to come again when the phone rang. He came just as it happened, and the surprise of it made him shoot even farther. There was a mirror at the side of the bed, and here a few drops landed and ran down as we lay there spent, listening to a message delivered for his roommate.

He gave me a smoke and we both lit up and lay there in satisfied silence, exhaling clouds of luxuriant, creamy smoke into the air above us. It was completely relaxing. We made some small talk, and then I got dressed. He gave me his number and I walked out of his place, and about twenty minutes back to the cruising park where my car was. I held his number in my hand the whole way, and made plans to call him again soon. I couldn’t wait to have another taste of his sweet ass.

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I took the bus to and from work every day, just another grouchy commuter with a badly folded newspaper and a Styrofoam cup of coffee. You get to recognize people after a while. Not know them, exactly, but they get to become a kind of a comfortable presence in your life. You get used to seeing them and wonder about them when they’re not there. That’s what he was to me for almost 6 months. The nicely dressed young man who got on at the corner of 7th and Amelia then sat on the left side 3 or 4 seats back behind the driver, and was still on the bus when I got off in front of my apartment building on Montgomery St. I killed a lot of travel time thinking about him. I thought regular, day-to-day things, and I thought some pretty irregular nighttime things. He was VERY good looking, in a dark, intense kind of way. He read thick paperbacks and never looked up no matter what I was thinking.

I worked late one Friday night, getting out and standing nervously in the darkness at the bus stop, waiting for what was to be the last bus of the evening. I caught it, hearing the chug-clank sound and thinking that didn’t sound good. I was very surprised when my mystery man got on at his regular corner. This was kind of late for him. ‘Course, it was late for me, too. He half-smiled at me once he realized he wasn’t alone on the bus, and sat on the left, 4 seats behind the driver. We chugged along until the bus dropped its guts all over Montgomery Street with a sickening crash. The bus screeched to a halt. The driver swore. Mystery man and I couldn’t get off that damned thing fast enough. The driver proceeded to have more of a breakdown than the bus had, and I put a hand on my traveling companion’s elbow and gestured with my briefcase. ‘I live right there,’ I said. ‘I have a car. I’ll take you the rest of the way home. Unless you want to stay while this yutz calls another bus.’ He said no to the waiting idea hastily, and followed me to my apartment.

More than anything else, I wanted him to come inside my apartment. I felt like a high school kid trying to con his date into letting him cop a feel. He nodded agreeably at my clumsy invitation, and in we went. The place was clean, thank heavens, and I had a bottle of white wine in the fridge. A semi-decent white wine, too. I managed to throw together some cheeses, crackers and fruit, and the platter didn’t look too bad. I carried it in to the living room, where he was squatted down in front of my record collection. He looked up at me intently. ‘Coleman Hawkins,’ he said reverently. I nodded. Seconds later, the sound of the saxophone filled the room, the ears, the soul. My new friend and I sat and nibbled at the platter in a comfortable silence. We’d exchanged names. His was Robert, and after some thought, I remembered mine was Ben.

He sighed suddenly. ‘You’re so much better at being gay than I am,’ he said thoughtfully. I kind of gaped at him. He looked at me, his eyes gleaming with humor. ‘I suck at being gay,’ he continued. ‘My apartment is a mess, I listen to metal music, and I could never toss off this little cheese thing you just whipped out. I spend weekends on my ass watching sports.’ I looked at him poker-faced and pointed at him with a cracker. ‘Robert,’ I said heavily, ‘as far as I’m concerned, the sucking thing is the only part you have to get right.’ He laughed helplessly and I got the feeling it was a release. Then I was staring down at the top of his head as it worked in my lap, his greedy mouth fastened to my cock. The cracker snapped in my fingers and rained crumbs.

All I could do was lean back in the chair, my pants and briefs down around my ankles…and hang the fuck on. He kept sucking and licking and nibbling like a fiend, bringing me to the edge, then backing off, letting me calm down, and doing it again. He worked the shaft with his hand. Every once in a while, he’d remove his mouth, sit back and smile at his hand as it pumped me. When he saw precum pearl on the tip, he growled deep in his throat, leaned forward and lapped it up. I desperately wanted to tell him how good it was. I couldn’t. Every time I opened my mouth, I heard a gasping groan, but no words. He dove down hard, took me all the way in, the slowly raised his head, dragging his teeth lightly up my entire shaft. He used his teeth on the spongy head, and it drove me wild. I got words out that time, but they were ‘SHIT! That’s so fucking good!’ which wasn’t the emotional statement I’d originally intended. His eyes flashed up at me, and I saw something primitive and wild in them. He pulled his lips back, and I watched as he used a perfect set of gleaming white teeth all over my shaft. He turned his head sideways, and slid his teeth from the top to the base, tightened his teeth just enough to get the message across, then slid them back up. He turned his head suddenly and fastened his teeth on my thigh, biting hard and sucking. It hurt a little, and I jumped. Then the eyes flashed up at me again, and I watched in a sort of erotic fear as he took one of my balls and held it gently in his teeth, staring up at me. He looked feral and hungry. He tightened the teeth just enough so that I knew it, then let go. I released a shuddering breath as he took my cock in his mouth and sucked hard. Very hard. Almost savagely. He gripped both my wrists with his hands, holding them down tightly, his mouth working my cock. I felt taken by some wild thing that would have me or die trying. I came so big my head nearly exploded and the edges of my vision grew dark. He swallowed every bit of me, then kept sucking until I was in agony and begging him to stop.

I vaguely remember his undressing me and helping me into bed, his hands gentle and reassuring. I lay cuddled against him. I tried to form a thought once, but it eluded me, so I gave up. I ran a hand over his hairy body, looking down at his cock. It was large, and at the moment very, very hard. It looked swollen and painful, the head a dark purplish-red. I smiled at it sleepily, then slid my fingertips down his side, over his hips to his thigh. I stroked his thigh and he spread his legs with a soft grunt. I ran my fingers up and down the inside of both thighs, coming up occasionally to make little circles in his pubic hair and lightly touch his balls. I felt his muscles tense, and smiled to myself. He wasn’t fighting the arousal, he didn’t have a chance in hell of doing that, but he wouldn’t give in and whimper. I could feel it, hovering just inside his clenched jaws. I let my fingers play, teasing him, pushing him closer and closer to a state of helpless begging. Finally I let just the tip of my right index finger slide lightly up the underside of his cock and flick back and forth beneath the head. His back arched and he groaned. ‘Damn it!’ he exploded. ‘Suck the fucking thing or I’ll die. Please.’

I flicked his mouth with my tongue, then slid the wet, pointed tip rapidly down his body. I licked and nibbled at his head, still teasing him a little, watching his face contort and his body twitch. His cock poured precum, and I licked some of it up, them rubbed some all over his shaft with my fingertips. ‘Pretty,’ I murmured. ‘Gleaming.’ He gasped. ‘Please,’ he said, shuddering. ‘Please.’ I dove forward and went down on his big cock like my life depended on it. Lips, teeth, tongue, both hands and some hard, hard suction. He began to flop like a fish in a boat, his fists beating the bed, repeating ‘oh!’ over and over again in a dull monotone. He switched to a sort of an ‘ugh!’ noise when I took him so deep his cockhead met the top of my throat. I felt drunk on power, this beautiful man completely under my control. I kept sucking him as hard and fast as I could, wanting him to cum as big as I had. He fought it, trying to make it last, and he held out longer than I had thought he could. Finally, he went silent, eyes bulging, mouth working, spine curling, his fists banging against his hips…and shot hot cum into my mouth. The cream kept firing out, and I swallowed it greedily, slurping it up and licking his cock clean. I kept sucking him until a fist on the top of my head indicated I should stop.

I awoke Saturday morning in a tangle of arms and legs with a man who snored softly and smelled like sex. Really, really good sex. He looked younger and softer asleep, his eyelids twitching from a dream. I kissed his cheek, managed to wiggle out of bed and covered him with the blankets. I took a shower, left him about a half dozen notes all over the apartment telling him I’d gone out to forage for supplies, and went shopping. Went into the bakery to buy croissants, and ended up with a big bag. The same thing happened everywhere. I overachieved. What the hell, I thought, and tossed in some champagne and orange juice for Mimosas. I was standing staring critically at the laden table, completely nude, when I heard him get out of the shower. He finally strolled in, hair wet, skin damp, wrapped in a towel. He walked into me with a thud and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my shoulder. ‘Ooomph,’ he said, and I had to agree with him. ‘Hungry?’ I asked. He grunted an affirmative grunt, then sat down…and ate. There is no greater joy after you’ve knocked yourself out preparing a feast for someone than to have them feast. He ate with obvious hunger and pleasure, his eyes gleaming at me occasionally. I felt like a mate who had provided, and my cock stiffened. I sat back and watched him have his food orgy, stroking my cock gently. He smiled at me, got up carrying a bowl of strawberries, knelt before me, and rubbed a strawberry all over my cock. The feeling was incredible, as was the sight. He covered me with juice, then licked it off, taking little bites of the berry occasionally. I sat there, my eyes huge, unable to move or speak, as he took the entire feast, item by item and rubbed it on my cock. The physical sensations were intense, and the sheer hedonism was driving me to madness. I watched him rub a buttered croissant all over my cock, then added preserves to it, and rub it all over me again. He held the croissant up to my lips, and I took a bite. I savored it, chewing slowly, still watching him pleasure my cock with food then eating the food. I refused to cum, because I didn’t want it to ever end.

He looked at me with his wild, wicked eyes, gestured for me to stand up, then bent me over the table. I lay there, among all the dishes, my head swimming slightly. ‘Food for all my hungers,’ he murmured. ‘To satiate me.’ I trembled at his words. He held a long piece of melon in front of me so that I could watch him butter it. I wondered what he was doing for only a minute, then felt the cold slippery melon slide between my ass cheeks. He prodded my hole with it and slowly was admitted entrance. He fucked me with it slowly, contentedly, and again the sheer hedonism drove me wild. He was going to do anything that pleased us. I closed my eyes and lay as still as I could, murmuring my pleasure at him as he fucked my ass with assorted foods. Decadence. True and complete decadence. Finally, he stood in front of me and buttered his cock as I watched. I wiggled a finger at the apricot preserves, and he applied a coating of that over the butter. He also buttered two good size strawberries. The berries went up my ass first, and in deep, then he worked in his cock.

If I sat and thought for years I couldn’t come up with words to describe what it felt like to have strawberries driven deep in my ass by his pounding, coated cock. His breathing was hoarse and determined, and I could only imagine what he felt. The harder he fucked, the more juice I could feel run out of my ass and down my legs. I humped my ass back at him, fucking in a way I’d never even thought to fantasize about. We built it up together, always at the same place at the same time, until I felt myself start to release. I must have made some kind of sound or movement, because he responded by shoving his cock in me deep and holding it there as his hot cum flooded me. We ended up oozing down to the floor in a messy heap, sated beyond all imaginings. We lay there, locked in each other’s arms, until the giggle fit hit us both and took us away.

We’re building a good, if occasionally playfully exotic life together. We’re very happy together. And…we don’t seem to get invited to brunches very often. Which is fine. Our private ones are better.

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I remember the first time I found myself in bed witha shemale.

I had just broken up with my girlfriend. I was lonely, I was horny, and I had zero intention of finding myself in another relationship with a woman.

When I told my buddy, Bob, he told me he knew just where to take me to solve this. So he took me to this club over in West Hollywood. The place was FULL of gorgeous women. My head was swimming- they were almost all slender and dressed in very sexy attire. Short skirts and sheer nylons everywhere.

“Wow!” I told Bob. “These chicks are all drop-dead gorgeous. What’s the catch? Are they all hookers?”

Bob grinned and shook his head. “No, Phil” he told me, continuing to smile.

“All these girls are shemales”.

I must have looked confused, because he explained further.

“These are women that started out as men. Most of them still have their dicks. But I’ll tell you what, this is a great place to get a gorgeous babe to give you a no-strings

blowjob. These chicks never want you to fall in love with them – they just want sex with a straight dude!”

Well, my first thought was “Fuck this – I don’t do guys!”. But I looked around at these fucking super-model quality babes.

Great makeup, great bodies, they smelled good. They sure looked like chicks to me – high class chicks,

at that! What the hell. It wasn’t like I was going to suck anyone’s dick,but I’d check these “ladies” out.

So that’s how I found myself in bed with a shemale named Tricia. She took one look at me, took me home, and took me right to bed.

She played with my balls and teased my cock, licked my chest, and made all the right moves.Her boobs were great! They were big, shapely, and not hard like I was afraid they’d be. She moaned when I sucked on her nipples, and moved around real sexy. And her legs – her long, shapely legs – looked unbelievable in a black garter belt and stockings.

Her face was perfect. I had never been out with a real girl half this gorgeous.

I mean, you just couldn’t tell. And when I found myself looking down at this beautiful face with my cock in her mouth, her looking up at me, all the while  sucking and licking me enthusiastically, I decided shemales were it for me!

We sat around talking about our first times. I still thought about mine a lot, but had never really talked about it. I had been senior in high school. On the outside, just a normal, average kid. I had a father I despised, who hated me because I didn’t play football. I lettered in track, but that wasn’t good enough. He took it out on my mother, who had ‘ruined’ me with piano lessons and other ‘shit’…like loving me. The other boys my age had called me names for as long as I could remember. I didn’t know why at first, and even when I found out what the names meant, I still didn’t know why.

One day in the locker room, a big asshole named (I swear) Butch came over and told me to suck his cock. I stood up, and calmly said if he’d get on his hands and knees I’d be happy to make him my bitch. There was a scattering of laughter, and Butch’s fist came right for my face. It never landed. Coach Dennison was there suddenly, his big hand closed around Butch’s wrist. Butch had to run laps until he was an old man, I think, and the Coach drove me home to prevent me from getting jumped by any of the asshole’s friends.

I invited him in for coffee or something. Dennison had always been kind of an odd guy. Quiet, always fair, dedicated to his job, but separate somehow. I got him settled in the kitchen and we sipped coffee. He looked around, admiring the kitchen. ‘Your parents should be home soon,’ he said suddenly. I shook my head. ‘Out of town for the next two days,’ I said. He looked pained, then slowly turned his head to meet my eyes. I swear, I could see into his soul. ‘I’m 18,’ I said quietly. He shook his head. ‘Don’t,’ he said, his voice cracking. I stood up and walked around the table. He looked up at my eyes, then down at the bulge in my jeans. He moaned, then bent to rub his mouth on the outside of my jeans. He ran it along the bulge as I stood and played with his hair.

He managed to pull his mouth away and stood. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, thrusting my tongue in deep. He held back at first, but I ground my hips against him and his cock became as hard as a rock. He started to tremble. ‘It’s been so long,’ he whispered. ‘So fucking long.’ I took off my shirt and shoes and socks, and opened the button of my jeans. He ran his hands over my smooth body, his breathing harsh. I pulled off his shirt, then knelt and took off his shoes and socks. He had a hard, muscular hairy body. I ran my fingers through his chest hair and his nipples hardened. I kept my eyes on his face as I lowered my mouth to his nipple and sucked. He closed his eyes and groaned, and I could feel his big cock twitch. I worked on both nipples, going from one to the other and back again, until he pulled my head away. He kissed me, hard and deep, and one hand worked my jeans open. I wiggled my hips and they slid down. He knelt and worked my briefs over my cock and slid them down. When I was naked, he knelt before me. He stared at my cock, touched it gently with his fingers, then took it in his mouth and sucked so damned hard I exploded cum in him in minutes. He swallowed what he could, then licked me clean, searching my thighs for every drop. He stood licking his lips. ‘I needed that,’ he said quietly.

I kissed him and sucked his tongue. He picked me up as if I were weightless, and carried me to my bedroom. He put me down on my bed and took off his shorts. I looked at his thick, curly pubic hair and the huge fucking rod he was pointing at me. He had the biggest fucking cock I’d ever heard of. His balls were huge, too, and hairy. I didn’t know what I felt looking at him, until I realized my own cock was getting hard again, and I figured that answered any question I might have. I slid off the bed and knelt before him. I looked up at him, asking his permission with my eyes. He let out a sharp breath and the huge swollen cockhead seemed to throb. I used both hands on him, licking and nibbling on it until I got it wet enough to take some of it in my mouth and suck it. There was no way I could take all of it. I sucked it, relaxing, letting as much of it slide in as I could. He wouldn’t let me take it too deep. I closed my eyes and sucked dreamily, stroking him, listening to him breathe. I fingered his huge balls, and slid an hand around to rub his ass. He had two huge fists resting on my head as he tried to hold off his orgasm for as long as he could. It had been a long time for him, and he couldn’t hold off for long. His balls were so full and ready to burst. He came in silence, spurting long pulses of cum into my mouth. My mouth filled and overflowed. I swallowed what I could but most leaked out, streaming down my chin and dripping on my chest.

He fell back to the bed with a thud and lay still, smiling up at the ceiling. He threw a hand out and touched me. I sat beside him, rubbing his cum over my face and chest with gentle circles of my fingertips. He looked at me finally and smiled. His face was relaxed, and he looked young and happy. ‘You’re a disgrace,’ he said. ‘Look at you. All covered with cum.’ He sat up and started to run his tongue all over my body, lapping up his own cum. He licked me clean, and into a hot, nasty state of arousal. He kissed me, then bit on my neck, gently but enough to leave a mark, sliding his mouth down to my nipples. He sucked and pinched until my back arched and I begged him to fuck me. He liked that, so I kept it up. I begged him to fuck me, to pop my cherry, to be the first one to pound his huge cock in my tight ass. I wanted him to fuck me, to cum in me, to pour all his hot cream up my hole.

He flipped me over and massaged my ass with his strong hands. I felt small and helpless at that point, and the feeling thrilled me. I lay on my stomach with my legs spread wide, and told him my ass was his…he could do anything to it he wanted. Anything. He laid his entire muscular body on me and held my wrists down. I could feel his huge balls between my legs, and his hard cock along the crack of my ass. ‘Yes,’ he said calmly. ‘I can do anything I want to you.’ I was on fire and wiggled my ass against his cock and balls, wanting whatever he chose to do to me more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

He weight disappeared, and I felt his mouth on my ass, licking and nibbling, then parting my cheeks and tongue fucking my hole. I rose up on my hands and knees, begging him to fuck me. He kept one hand on my ass, dragging his fingernails along my skin, making me quiver as the other hand opened and searched the drawers in my nightstand. He found what he knew would be there, and squeezed lubricant on his index finger. He rubbed it against my hole, gently at first, around the outside, then slowly penetrated. He pushed it all the way in, then drew it out. He finger fucked my ass until I was shaking and begging. He added another finger and kept pumping me. It was ecstasy and I thrust back against him to take his big hand as deep as possible. My balls felt heavy and full.

I could feel him pumping his cock with his other hand. It sounded so slippery. I ached for him to penetrate me. His fingers withdrew carefully and I felt the huge swollen head against my hole. Part of me said my little cherry opening couldn’t take him, he was too fucking big. The rest of me howled ‘Do it!’ at the top of my lungs. As careful as he was, it hurt like hell having that monster of a cock put in my ass. I had the odd thought that my cherry wasn’t being popped…it was being squashed. I started to laugh helplessly, and that probably saved me from permanent injury. He began to laugh, too, and our shaking bodies managed to work into some serious fucking as our brains went from funny to hot and nasty.

He fucked me deep and slow, and I could hardly believe it when his damn fuckstick began to swell. I was about to tell him I couldn’t take anymore when he grabbed my hips and pulled me close, thrusting deep and holding it. He flooded me, pulse after pulse that I took deep. I filled, and overflowed, feeling it drip down my thighs. I was so startled that I shot my own cum all over the sheets. He was still cumming as I began, and I said a lot of things to him, and he responded in kind. We collapsed together.

After I told the story, I poured myself some more wine and looked across the room ‘Did I get it right?’ I asked. Dennison grinned at me and nodded.

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I heard the agonized howl through my front door. Like the complete asshole I’ve been lately, I opened the door to find out what had cause it. Luckily, it wasn’t a psycho with an ax, it was a man at the end of his rope. He stared at me, fighting back tears, and just shook his head. I looked down. The table leg he had dropped was still on his foot. I went over, lifted it and moved it off. He croaked his thanks, looked away and wiped his eyes. ‘Ever have one of those months?’ he whispered. ‘My lover dumps me, but keeps the apartment. I can’t afford a moving company. I can’t face my friends, who all warned me not to get involved with the bastard in the first place.’ I made a soothing noise. ‘Just hang on,’ I said. ‘Soon, you’ll get to the phase I’m in…which is the ‘what on earth did I ever see in him-thank heavens he’s gone’ phase.’ (That was bullshit, but it was kind bullshit, and it earned me a smile. A very, very beautiful smile.)

I helped him move in. I spent a lot of time watching his shorts pull tight across his ass as he bent over. I watched the muscles of his arms and legs stand out like cords as he lifted things. I spent a lot of time picturing my cock in his beautiful mouth. He had thick, beautifully styled jet black hair and very dark blue eyes. The combination was intoxicating. My cock was hard, and quite visibly trying to push its way out of my jeans. I tried to ignore it, as I thought he was. I was wrong. When the last carton had been lugged in, he locked the door, walked to me and ran his fingers lightly over my bulge. His eyes glittered, and his lips trembled. ‘Thank you,’ he whispered. ‘My ego was dying. He dumped me for somebody else. I caught them in our bed. I thought it was…me.’ I raised his hand and kissed the tips of his fingers. ‘I won’t take advantage of you,’ I said. Flame shot out of his eyes. ‘Then I’ll take advantage of you,’ he said, and took my mouth with his tongue.

He hadn’t been touched in a long time. Of that much I was certain. His ex-lover was the stupidest man on the fucking planet. I was certain of that, too. After he had thoroughly enjoyed my mouth, he took off my shirt and looked at my chest as if he was unwrapping the gift he had waited all his life for. I swear, my cock was so fucking hard it was clawing at the denim to get free. He fastened a mouth on my right nipple and sucked. I gasped and went up on my toes from the delighted shock. He stayed suctioned to me. (Couldn’t get my asshole ex to do that no matter how much I begged.) He sucked it into a little pink bullet, then took my hand and put my fingers on it. I pulled and twisted it while he sucked the other into the same condition. Then turned the stimulation over to me. I stood, feeling like…shit, a king…playing with my nipples as he licked and nibbled his way down my chest. He tongue fucked my belly button, then slowly, painfully slowly, removed my jeans and briefs. He gave a delighted gasp when he saw my hardon, and I swear I almost fired my cum up his nose. He grinned up at me, a frank, honest ‘shit, you’re hot’ grin that made me melt, and ooze out the tip of my now twitching cock. He delicately took my precum with the tip of his tongue, then put his head down and kissed my feet tenderly.

I’m going to die, I thought. I’m going to fucking die. He kissed, nibbled and licked his way up both my legs, put a couple of nips on my thighs, licked my hips, then bypassed my cock to lick my abdomen. I let out an agonized groan. He looked up at me, with wide innocent eyes. ‘Oh,’ he said. ‘Did you want your cock sucked?’ I’ve never met anybody who could laugh while his mouth was being furiously fucked before. I managed to pry my hands off the top of his head and put them behind my back so I wouldn’t hurt him, because I couldn’t stop my hips from thrusting at him with everything I had. He took it, his mouth locked tight around my cock, one hand caressing my balls, the other reaching around and fingering my ass. I howled like an animal as I came, filling his mouth with explosive spurts of cum. He sucked and swallowed every drop, his eyes smiling up at me. Shit, he was a happy little cocksucker.

Either I went to the floor or the floor came up to meet me. He put a pillow under my head, kissed my lips, got up, took off all his clothes and wandered around the apartment whistling. I watched his pale, slim body with pleasure. He was tight in all the right places and moved with grace. ‘Studied dance,’ he said without turning. ‘Still do the exercises to tone.’ I smiled at his confident reading of my thoughts. ‘But you don’t study anymore?’ I asked. He pulled a bottle of red wine and two glasses out of a box with triumph. ‘Nope,’ he said cheerfully. ‘Complete and total lack of talent. I love dancing but dancing doesn’t love me.’ He sat cross-legged beside me and worked on the cork, then let the wine breathe while he rested his chin on his hand and regarded me. I grinned and rolled toward him. In a graceful move, he scissored his legs in the air and brought them down on either side of my body. I licked and nibbled his thighs, then licked at his balls. I gently took one in my mouth and held it there, looking up at him. I felt the shudder pass through his body. The flames shot out of his eyes again as I took each ball and held it in my mouth for a minute before moving to the other. I put my tongue toward his cock, then stopped as an idea hit me. ‘May I please suck your cock?’ I asked politely. His back arched and he groaned as his body shook. When he lowered his face his eyes were dark. ‘Beg me,’ he said harshly.

I begged. I pleaded. I offered him anything. I told him I’d do anything…then enumerated the ‘anythings’ I would do…fucking, sucking, jacking off for his amusement. I would be his bitch, his whore, his slut, he could use me and toss me aside. I stopped when he started to cry. He just let the tears come. ‘That bastard never let me play this role,’ he said, his voice cracking. ‘I order you to suck me.’

I took his cock in my mouth and serviced him. I was his submissive obedient slave, and he was my master…only master could do nothing more than tremble helplessly as his cock throbbed in my mouth. I pulled gently on his balls, sucking harder, keeping him at the edge until I realize his eyes were starting to roll back in his head. I released his balls, put my mouth fully down on his cock and growled, sending vibrations down the length of his rod. His eyes flew open and he howled as his cock erupted, pulsing straight down my throat. It kept flooding out of him, and I swallowed it all. He went over backwards, thankfully slamming his head down on a bag of towels. He started to shudder violently. I pulled him into my lap and held him, holding a wine glass to his lips and letting him sip.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but it was so natural, so comfortable. I looked at his face. His eyes were closed, a smile played at his lips. I moved into the phase I’d hoped for at that second, wondering what the hell I’d ever seen in my ex-lover. The blue eyes opened slowly and the smile grew. ‘You realize,’ he said quietly, ‘we’re not done until you cum up my ass.’ I reached under him and dug my fingers into his ass cheek. ‘Mine,’ I said. I spanked him. His eyes grew huge, and he melted back into the submissive role. ‘Please,’ he said. ‘Let me pleasure you. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and nasty.’

I put him on his hands and knees on the floor, then pushed down on his back until he rested on his elbows, his tight ass jutting into the air. I crouched behind him and tongued his asshole until he was shaking so hard he almost fell over. He tried telling my something, but was completely incoherent. Finally, he pointed. I followed with my eyes, and saw the suitcase. I opened it, and found a tube of lubricant. I also found some silk bikini briefs. I tossed him the briefs and the landed on his head. He looked at me, waiting. I smiled, knelt behind him and lubricated my finger. ‘I’m going to slick up this little hole and fuck it,’ I said. ‘I’m going go fuck it hard. When I tell you to, you take those nice silky panties of your and jack off with them. Do you understand?’ He nodded.

I worked my finger in slowly, easily, letting him relax. He was still full of need, and trembled every time I thrust my finger deeper. I took my time, letting him build his desire until he was whimpering. I massaged his balls, and he felt so tight. He was so hard it probably hurt. I coated my cock and put the head against his little pink hole. I rubbed it there, then as slowly as I could, worked it in. He pushed back at me, gasping. I grabbed his hips and held him still as I fucked him as slowly as I could. He was in an agonizing state of arousal. Finally he snapped. ‘Fuck me!’ he screamed. ‘Fuck me, damn you, you bastard! Fuck my ass hard!’

I…fucked…his…ass…hard. I held on to his hips and pounded my cock up his tight hole as hard as I could. My pelvis slammed into his soft ass and my balls smacked him. I fucked him hard enough to loosen his teeth. I held back my own orgasm as long as I could. Finally, I knew I’d crossed the line. ‘Jack off your fucking cock now!’ I howled at him. His hand grabbed the silky panties and used them to rub his cock. He couldn’t have gotten off more than a few strokes when his back arched and he shoved back at me, his body rigid. I exploded in him, flooding him, the sensation lasting so long I thought I’d shatter. We somehow ended up in spoon fashion on the floor.

I helped him move again six months later. It was easier this time. He was only moving across the hall.

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High on the list of things I do not like is nature. I hate it. It’s full of creepy, crawly things that exist only to scare the living shit out of me and bite me if possible. Other people, however, use terms like ‘restful’ and ‘soothing’ to describe the Great Outdoors. Like my business partner, for example, who reserved a cabin for me and tossed my ass out of the office. And my doctor, who said a lot of things about stress.

And all that was why I was walking up a sunlit path, in brand new clothes and hiking boots, praying my allergy pill would kick in soon and wishing that damned cawing bird would shut up. I glanced down at the rustic, pre-printed map that promised a waterfall would magically appear in front of me if I kept to the well-marked path, and didn’t do anything stupid like blunder off into the trees. As if.

I heard the waterfall long before I saw it. It sounded just like one of those damned relaxation tapes I owned, and they didn’t help a bit. I kept walking, the path turned and before me was one of the most glorious sights in nature. I gasped. He was standing in the waterfall. I ducked behind a tree and gawked at him. Wet hair streamed down his back to his waist. Broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs, flat stomach and a cock that hung down between his legs. Damn. I mean…damn. He turned, and I got a good look at a tight, round ass. I looked down at myself. The front of my new jeans bulged. I took a hand and adjusted myself and just stared. He was beyond beautiful. For a second I thought I had snapped, and was seeing things. Then he launched himself off the boulder in a smooth arcing dive and cut the water in the pool. The water was so clear I could see his body perfectly, the long legs kicking and propelling him through the water, the arms moving. Like some kind of fantasy male nymph.

I stood there, in my pale, office-bound skin, smelling like bug repellent, in my new ‘yes, I’m a fucking tourist’ clothes and just wanted to die. Now I was not only stressed out, I was so horny I thought I’d just die. My cock and balls were going to explode and I would just die. I stood there feeling sorry for myself, staring blindly at the waterfall that it took a few seconds to realize the nymph had pulled himself out of the pool and was standing right in front of me. I focused on him and my spine turned to jelly. The enormous eyes were a vivid green. He was a golden tan everywhere, except for the long, thick dusky rose cock. Water droplets decorated his thick, curly pubic hair and glistened like diamonds. He could have been any age, and he could have beaten me to death with one hand. I started to babble an apology, and he waved it off. He smiled suddenly, and it was as if a bright, warm light had been switched on. My face ached, and I realized I was grinning at him. He stepped forward, put out a hand and said his name was Deven and it was nice to meet me. I shook his hand and thought for a minute, and scraped up the name ‘Gary,’ which was my own. I shook his hand for a long, long time, completely unable to let go. I saw his smile broaden, and his eyes laugh, and gradually became aware that the long, dusky rose cock had stiffened and grown. I gaped at it, then up at his face.

He undressed me as I stood frozen. I just stood there, listening to the waterfall and the loud bird, with sunshine flowing all around me as a male nymph took my clothes off. When I was naked, he kissed me, his mouth soft and searching. The kiss was sensuous and passionate, his tongue finally sliding into my mouth to flick at mine and tempt it to his. We stood and kissed for a long time, mouth to mouth, breathing into each other. When he finally pulled his face back, I saw that the green eyes had darkened. He looked at my pale body the way I looked at him, and frankly I didn’t understand it at all. I reached out a hand and touched his cock, which was so damned hard. I looked down at it as I stroked it. He trembled, then bent his mouth to my chest and licked and sucked at me. His tongue flicked across both nipples, then slid around them in a warm, moist figure eight.

He led me to a shady, moss covered spot underneath a tree, and pulled me to the ground. He laid me back, kissed me, then turned his body and mounted me. One knee was on either side of my head, and his huge cock lowered to my mouth. I sucked it in greedily, using one hand to stroke his shaft, the other to massage his balls. He grunted contentedly, then lowered his mouth to my cock and licked and nibbled at it. He drew it in slowly, his wet, warm lips closed around it. He massaged my balls. We sucked each other slowly and thoroughly, moving in unison. Arousal kept building and building, but in a way I didn’t want to cum, because I didn’t want it to ever end. Finally, though, his warm, tight mouth brought me to a point of no return. I felt my cock swell, throbbing helplessly and I came in his mouth. He sucked me as I twitched, and swallowed everything I gave him. I howled my pleasure against the silky head of his cock, then lapsed into low, gratified moans. When I recovered, I sucked his cock so hard he was howling and cumming in seconds, hips pumping, arms shaking then giving way as he fell to the ground beside me.

We eased each other into the cool, clear water of the pool. I couldn’t believe how incredible the water felt on my hot skin. He smiled in understanding, then drew me forward and cupped my ass, lifting my body to his chest. I wrapped both arms around his neck and held on as he supported me. I’d never felt like this before, and I was astonished at the depth of feeling. He pulled me through the water, floating backward, quiet, gently smiling. We swam for an eternity, then got out and laid in the sun together to dry. I couldn’t keep my eyes or hands off of him, and he laid on his stomach with his eyes closed, smiling. Finally my hand worked its way down his back to his ass. His hips moved a little as I stroked him, and his smile broadened. I sat up, leaned over and kissed the curve of his right cheek. The skin was warm and dry, and like silk. I kissed his ass, then my tongue slid into his crack and found his hole. He moaned and spread his legs. ‘Yes,’ he said huskily. ‘Oh, please, yes.’

I tongue-fucked his ass as I rolled his balls in my fingers. He tasted so clean and sweet. I couldn’t get enough of his ass. My tongue danced in and out of his hole as my hands played with all of him. Finally, he stretched out an arm and pointed a finger. I followed the movement with my eyes, and saw the backpack under the tree. I crawled to it, and opened it. Inside was a tube of lubricant, wine, bread and cheese. I felt cold suddenly. He’d had something planned… The thought trailed off as I tried to compose myself. He raised his head and the clear green eyes were like a touch. He spoke quietly. ‘The pain-in-the-ass who bullied you into taking the map and hiking up to the waterfall is my brother.’ He rested his head back down on his forearms and waited. I stared at him, at the backpack, at my own pale body, then back at him. It hit me that as hard as it was to accept, this gorgeous male nymph had planned for…me. I felt dizzy suddenly, and crawled back to rest my face on his warm ass, the lubricant clutched tightly in my hand.

I rolled him over so that I could see his face, then pushed his legs up. He held his knees up for me as I lubricated a finger slowly, then lowered it to his ass. He sighed happily as I penetrated him and worked my finger back and forth. His cock was hard, and I lowered my mouth to it and licked its length. I lapped at him like a big, horny kitten as my finger slid in and out of his tight ass. I licked his precum off the huge, dark cockhead and slid in a second finger. He started to writhe, the green eyes burning at me. I slicked up my cock slowly, up on my knees so he could watch. He licked his lips. ‘Yes,’ he said hoarsely. ‘Oh, shit, Gary, yes.’ I put my dripping cockhead against his hole and pushed. His ass stopped resisting and accepted me and I slid into him. We both gasped at the sensation. He was so damn tight around my cock. My cock felt huge as I pumped him.

I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him as I fucked him, thrusting my tongue in deep, demanding that he suck it. Deven sucked it hungrily, his hands claws on my ass, pulling me closer and deeper, urging me to fuck his tight ass as hard as I could. I pumped slowly at first, delighting in his urgings for more, then finally gave him what he wanted. I fucked him hard, very hard, my hips slamming into his ass, my balls thudding against his, my hands locked on his shoulders. He humped his ass back at me, growling deep in his throat. He turned his head suddenly and fastened his mouth on my forearm in a mock bite, his face wild with a very primitive lust. I ducked my head and closed my mouth on his left shoulder, sucking his flesh in hard. He gasped, but didn’t release his grip on my arm. We fucked hard and chewed on each other. I was suddenly very aware of the sun, the wind and the rush of the waterfall as I rutted with my mate. I felt my cock swell and begin to throb helplessly, and Deven saw it in my face. ‘Yes!’ he howled, his mouth still locked on my arm. I exploded in his ass, cumming in a helpless, thrusting orgasm that nearly made me black out. The intensity was relentless, and I kept pounding and pounding. I sensed Deven’s ass slam up at me as his fingers dug deep into my hips. All of his muscles seemed to lurch in a different direction. He howled, and there was suddenly hot cum all over my chest. He kept twitching, his body totally out of his control, his eyes wide, mouth working soundlessly. I lay down on him to hold him, warm him and try and ease the trembling. ‘Damn!’ he finally managed to say in a cracked voice. I grinned at him. That about said it all.

We have an agreement. Weekends and holidays we go look at nature. I’m actually getting tan. During the week we fight city traffic and smog. We rut like animals in either place. It’s working.

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I was in my early thirties at the time of this story. It was wintertime, and in the place where I lived there was howling wind and much in the way of rainstorms, making any efforts to go out pretty much impractical. I stuck close to home at that time, engaged in a variety of things, and spent a fair amount of time on the computer. In the way of these things and under such circumstances, it didn’t seem too far a stretch to check out the chat rooms, and before long I had made contact with a local guy who really appealed to me.

He was in his late forties, and had a long beard and a braided length of grey hair. I had seen him around for years, though mostly at the bars. He was a striking figure in that his beard was quite long and he sometimes braided it in two points. I knew that he was into leather, and had read on his profile the he kept a dungeon in his house, and that his partner often joined him in his adventures.

We had talked for a while in a chat room one night, and he was really turning me on with what he was proposing. He said that he wanted to try a 24/7 kind of trip one weekend with him, where I would come over and be trained all weekend by him and his partner. I didn’t know much about his partner, except from his description of him that he was in his late forties as well, and rather tall and lean.

I hemmed and hawed about this for a while, since it seemed to me that it was rather more serious than any situation I had been in before. I was intent on exploring this side of myself though, and once I had settled my mind on what was wanted, I made arrangements to spend some time with these guys. My cock was hard at the thought of it, and when the day came I found myself to be trembling from time to time, as if I were cold.

Pulling together my strength and arriving on time at his place, I walked up to the front door and knocked. It was an old house in a nice part of town, a substantial early nineteenth century house with an enclosed porch and a flight of steps up to the door. He answered the door and smiled at me. We had exchanged pictures, and he had said that he thought I was hot. He nodded his head at me and beckoned me to enter.

As we had discussed the scene and its customs on the chat and in subsequent emails, I was pretty sure what he wanted me to do. We went downstairs without any further delay, and with few words. We had agreed that the scene would have certain protocols, one of which was that I was not to speak to him unless he spoke to me first, and then only to reply with the preface ‘Sir’, or ‘Master’ when I spoke to him.

We descended the stairs into the basement, and the walls were painted black, with dark lighting, rather like you might expect in a bathouse. We walked over to a door and he opened it and stood aside for me to enter. I walked into a dimly lit room, with walls covered with various leather implements and tables covered in dildos and other equipment.

He told me to undress, and I did so in front of him after saying ‘yes Sir’ quietly, my heart pounding and my hands shaking uncontrollably. No doubt he was aware of my condition, and as our eyes met I saw a glint of amusement in his eye, a kind of masterly feeling and reference to my inexperience at this sort of encounter. My cock was hard in my pants, and stood straight out in front of me once I stood there naked in front of him.

He put out his hand and stroked my ass with it. I started in spite of myself, and I felt his grip stiffen. He told me to get on my knees in front of him, and to pay homage to his penis, which was to be the focus of my existence for the next while. I did so, and he guided his cock into my mouth. I was aware of the divinity in this gesture, the symbolical meaning in it that caused a drop of precum to ooze from my cock as I stroked it momentarily.

The touch of his boot on my leg stopped me, and I remembered that another of the conditions to which I had agreed was that I not touch myself without his permission. The yielding of this control was essential to the point of the scene.

After I had sucked his cock for a while, his partner walked in. He was tall and thin, with a short trimmed beard. He was wearing jeans, but had no shirt on. There were tattoos on his arms, and he looked at me intently. This was turning me on. The new entry turned and closed the door behind him, and I heard the click of the lock.

I was told to suck his penis as well, and so I did for a while. The Master had his hand on my head the entire time, to establish a physical relationship with me, in order to communicate his desires to me. He had told me that he liked submissive men, and I was trying to read what he wanted in his touch.

I had confessed to him that what I wanted more than anything was to be dominated by another guy who would use a dildo on me. I had never been in a sling before, and I wanted to try this very much as well. He liked the idea of this as well, and had told me he had an extensive collection.

I stood up at his order, and we walked over to where there was a sling hung from an exposed wooden beam. I knew this was to be my seat for the upcoming event, and I eyed it thoughtfully as we approached it. It looked comfortable enough, and was hung about waist height from the floor, which was itself of painted cement.

I got into it, and lay there comfortably. My feet were well supported, and my legs spread apart. My ass sat exposed to their pleasure. My heart was pounding more now than before. I looked at the Master, and he was over at the small table, ranging among the collection of dildos, and looking back at me occasionally, an arch look on his face.

He selected one and came over to me. I felt his partner, who was standing just behind my head, press his hard cock up against my neck. The Master came over to me and taking one hand on my chin he inserted the dildo in his hand into my mouth. I couldn’t resist it, and he pressed it in hard. It felt slick against my throat, and the smooth surface up against my tongue was strangely sensual.

He ran it in and out of my mouth for while, and then took it out, and stepped over until he was in between my legs. He pulled up a stool and sat there, lubricating the dildo from a bottle hanging from a pouch underneath the sling and kept there for the purpose. I could feel him put it up against my ass, and the lubricant felt cold when he did it. His partner put his cock in my mouth at this point, and my head was turned.

I felt him start to put more pressure on the dildo, to slide it up my ass. It felt smooth going in, once the initial resistance of my muscles was overcome. I had only played with dildos a couple of times before this, and so it was a pretty new experience for me at the time. I felt so full, and it was so hot. My cock was bone rigid, and I could feel the air moving across the head of it, it was so sensitized.

The Master started to push the dildo in and out of my ass, and when I came up for air from sucking his partner’s cock I would look him in the eye, and he would smile and ask me if I liked it. I always told him yes, and in these exchanges I came to be more comfortable with the use of the word ‘Sir’. He fucked me this way for a while, and then he took out the toy and got another, this time of a different shape.

Where the other dildo had been in the shape of a penis, this one was fluted several times along its length, and was a bit longer. He still looked me straight in the eye as he was lubing this up, and it came to me then that part of what he was getting out of this scene was the enjoyment of my reactions to his attentions.

He put this dildo up my ass, and it felt different than the other. It was like taking it again and again, for each time it widened, of course, I felt it a bit more. I was whimpering in ecstasy as he fucked me with this, and clenched my ass muscles around it. He could tell I was liking this, since he gave it to me for a long time with it. I was so hot all during this, and I sucked the other guy’s penis, which was hard and tasty.

Time stretched out and lost all meaning as we were playing together, the three of us locked in this connection of assfucking, here in this guy’s basement dungeon. The sound of the leather sling I was lying in creaked and our breathing was clear in the sparsely furnished chamber of sensation. The Master had at least a half dozen dildos there, and he put them all up my ass one after the other. I was stretched, and sweating with the effort of coping with so much pleasure. He was extremely skilled in the use of his toys, and knew just how to put them to the maximal effect, some being kept in my ass for longer periods, or withdrawn and re-entered with different speeds and so on.

I was loving this introduction to dildos, and learned so much about how to relax my ass and enjoy the experience. I would spread my legs wider as each dildo was presented to me, and with the limited body movement available in the sling I tried to communicate how much I was into this. There was, by this point, a line of precum, drooling from the head of my cock all the way down my side, and to the floor.

The Master’s partner had stopped me sucking his cock, and knelt before my ass, sometimes taking control of the dildo fucking I was getting. The Master would then come over and put his penis in my mouth, or stroke my forehead and tell me to keep my ass open, because he had a lot more toys to show me. We had agreed that I didn’t feel comfortable with being tied up or restrained in any way while I was penetrated, since I thought the implicit admission of desire in doing so of my own free will would be hotter for me, as indeed it was.

Eventually I was allowed to come, and I did so in torrents, coming all over my chest and stomach in spurts that went on and on. I managed to look at both of them, standing over me as I was lying there before them, with a dildo still in my ass. I wanted this so badly, and after coming I decided to rest for a few minutes. The Master put a butt plug in my ass and I was told to get up and walk with him.

There were agreed rules in our breaks, and one of them was that I was still to call him ‘Sir’, but that I would be allowed to speak more freely. I was also to keep a butt plug or some other toy in my ass so that at no time could I forget that I was submitting to them sexually. They had some cold water in tall glasses, which the partner brought down. He didn’t say much, and I was still pretty dazed by the hotness and the amount of sensation that I had experienced to start too many conversations.

It wasn’t long before I started to get horny again, and this time the Master decided that I should bend over a padded bench in the middle of the room. I was told to grab some handles on the other legs at the bottom, so that my head would be down low, and my ass raised to a convenient height for the use of my master and his partner.

They put on condoms and fucked me, one after the other, and then again in the same order. I felt it so keenly, but at the same time the stretching of the dildos had made my ass more ready to experience them, and so I was really into the hotness of this again. They left me there for a while once they had come, and then after about half an hour of being in the room alone, they returned, and fucked me with a dildo again.

After this, I was told to get up, and put my clothes on. They were very pleased with me, but I was to be sent away without coming a second time, in order that I should still be horny for more. I was told that I was welcome to come back and serve them again at any time. The sudden return to a more normal pitch of conversation after having been dominated by them was a little strange, so I kept my thanks brief and made my way out before too much longer.

I walked down the steps into the windy, raining darkness. My knees were shaking after the experience I had, and my cock was still hard. I could feel in my ass where the dildo had been, and mental images of what had happened made me crave more. I drove back to my place and jerked off about three times in a row, until my cock was sore, and then I made plans to see them again.

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By the time we finished the first two beers apiece, we had trashed our erstwhile dates to the point we had them selling their asses down on the docks for pocket change. Truth was, Kevin and I had both asked these two bitches to go to the dance with us because we were supposed to. We were seniors, and our parents stressed ‘making the most’ of our last year, and that seemed to involve a lot of tuxedo rentals. So Kevin and I obligingly obeyed, buying flowers, renting tuxes and trying to get into the pants of whatever girl would let us. No girl would let us, and the fact that we really didn’t give too much of a shit about it should have predicted the events to come.

We’d known each other forever and were best friends, the kind that share everything. When he first discovered that jacking off his cock made stuff squirt out the end, I was the one he shared that piece of information with. I knelt, enraptured, my own little organ stiff and painful, watching his hand pump his cock until, damned if he wasn’t right, stuff spurted everywhere. He was always ahead of me…ejaculating first, growing hair first, voice changing first…and buying a magazine with men fucking first. We nearly wore that damned thing out, hiding it carefully, then taking it out in private and looking at it as we jacked off like crazy. We didn’t think of ourselves as gay then, just as kids fucking around with their own cocks. All the guys bragged about jacking off. They were just using different magazines to do it with.

When we got stood up for the dance, we hung in the basement at my house, my parents asleep early, sucking up beer we gotten from Kevin’s older brother. We put on music and danced, shedding the tuxes all over the room. Finally, we were down to our shorts, buzzed on beer, dancing fools shaking our asses at each other. For a reason that still isn’t clear, I yanked his briefs down and bit his ass. He retaliated by yanking mine completely off, flipping me over and settling down to give me the biggest ass hickey ever. His mouth fastened on me and wouldn’t let go no matter how much I wiggled to get away. Once he finished with that cheek, he lunged and locked his teeth on the other, sucking and biting me to brand my ass. By then my cock was so fucking hard I could barely stand it.

When he let up on my bruised cheeks, I rolled and tackled him, stripping off his shorts, jumping on his naked body and locking my mouth on his neck. I gave him a huge hickey on his neck as he lay there and laughed. We made each other look like the wrong end of a hickey gang bang when somehow our lips met. We kissed, long and hard, our tongues sliding over each other’s. Our hands started to move over each other, exploring, and finally, I got to be first. I grabbed his cock and stroked it. He gasped and spurted cum all over my hand. He raised his head and looked down at himself in disbelief. ‘Shit,’ he said, awed. I raised my hand and licked at his cum. He watched me, fascinated. I held the hand up to his mouth and he licked at it, tentatively at first, then lustily.

I looked at his cum covered cock, and bent my mouth to it. I licked and sucked it, feeling it grow hard again in my mouth. ‘Uh…Jack,’ he said, a second before he pulsed cum into my mouth. I had felt him swell and knew he was ready. I got my mouth down on him and sucked hard, taking all his cum and swallowing it as fast he pumped it to me. He collapsed back on the floor and made gurgling noises. I didn’t know which I liked more: the feel of his cock erupting cum into my mouth; or the expression on his face as he tried to get his shit back together. I got us a couple more beers, and we stayed on the floor in silence for a while.

I sat sipping beer, stroking my cock and staring at him. He wasn’t any different than the Kevin I’d known all my life. I’d seen his cock a hundred times. I’d seen him jack it off, seen him cum, even watched him fuck the hell out of his brother’s inflatable doll. But he had cum in my mouth, and that changed a lot of things. He looked at me, his eyes dark, and slowly pushed himself to a sitting position. He kissed me, tenderly, lovingly, and I knew we weren’t just two kids fucking around with their new toys anymore. I sat back, supporting myself with my hands, and he sucked my nipples. I looked down at the hard, erect pink nubs, then closed my eyes. Shit, that felt good. My cock was twitching. His mouth made the way down my chest and stomach, stopping long enough to tongue the hell out of my belly button. He licked and sucked at my balls, taking each one in his mouth and just holding it. I stroked his hair and watched him, his mouth full of my balls, so gently. He finally ran his tongue the length of my cock, flicked across the head and back down again. His pink tongue flicked over me until I was gasping and begging.

He took me deep in his mouth, head bobbing up and down as he sucked me, hands stroking the shaft and the balls. I could feel myself swell, my balls so full and heavy. I wanted it to last forever, so I concentrated on just letting the feelings wash over me. Kevin wanted it to last, too, but he also wanted to swallow my cum. His sucking got harder and stronger and faster. My back arched, and I couldn’t keep my horny little ass on the floor. My hips kept thrusting up at his mouth. I slipped over the edge, and suddenly all that mattered was cumming in his mouth. ‘Swallow it all,’ I whispered, and he made a hungry little grunt in response. I shot so long and hard I thought I was going to die. He sucked and swallowed, then kept licking me gently as I dropped back to the floor. The sensation was really too much, but I couldn’t bear the thought of making him take his mouth away.

He kissed me, finally, then rolled me over. He rubbed his lips through my hair, then down the back of my neck, and across my shoulders. He kissed his way down my spine, then flicked his tongue in the crack of my ass. I spread my legs wide to answer the question he hadn’t asked. He made a helpless sound, spread my cheeks, and flicked his tongue against the puckered hole. He penetrated finally, thrusting his tongue in deep. I managed to lay still for about a minute, then my hungry ass started to wiggle and my hips thrust up against his fucking tongue.

‘Damn, that’s good,’ I gasped. ‘Fuck it, Kevin, eat my ass. Eat it.’ His tongue was like a small cock, thrusting hard and deep. I was so hot and horny that I was oozing. My ass raised into the air as his hand slid under me to grab my balls. He massaged them, gently teasing my cock with his fingertips. I heard a lot of crashes behind me as he retrieved the lubricant without taking his mouth or one hand off my trembling body.

I felt the slick finger touch my hole gently, then he thrust it in deep. I howled ‘Shit! Fuck me!’ at the top of my lungs, a dim part of my brain hoping I didn’t wake up my parents. Nothing short of nuclear attack would stop us from fucking the hell out of each other. Certainly not the appearance downstairs of my mom or dad.

The second finger entered me, and Kevin went to town on my helpless hole. He was punching me in the ass with his fist as his fingers got my hole nice and ready. He whipped the fingers out and pushed his coated cockhead against me. One good slam of the hips and he was fucking my ass. He fucked me hard, swearing a blue streak, calling me his ‘cunt’ and his ‘pussy’ and why the hell that made it better I will never know. I swear my ass came, throbbing deep inside and clenching down on his swollen rod. He felt huge, and it hurt a little, but I loved it. We fucked like animals, hard and fast, grunting and sweating. His hands gripped my hips so tightly, and his hipbones slammed against my ass. He came, spurting long streams deep in my ass, but never once slowed down the insane pounding. His cock stayed hard, and the hole he pounded was by now pretty hot and sloppy. Each push of his big cock caused his cum to spurt out of my ass and run down my thighs. My balls were coated and I reached under to rub them. I kept my hand away from my cock, because I knew the slightest touch would make it erupt. And I wanted my ass fucked like no ass had ever been fucked before.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. ‘Pinch your nipples, cunt,’ he snarled. At least, I think it was him. He was holding me up by my hair, which hurt like hell, but also made me feel weak and helpless, which I discovered immediately I liked. A lot. I pinched the hell out of both hard nipples, which send bolts of fire through my chest down into my cock. I looked down at the swollen, almost burgundy pole between my legs, and thought ‘what the hell is that????’ Where did I get such a huge fuckstick??

He pulled me back as he sat on his heels, his hips still thrusting his hardon up my helpless ass. The muscles were starting to spasm, and I was going to lose all muscle control. He hooked his chin over my shoulder, stuck his tongue in my ear, and called me his fucktoy, his ass-pussy, his whore-cunt, his bitch. Then, in a quiet but strong voice, he said ‘I’ve loved and wanted you all my life.’

I came so big that circuits in my brain fried. I started to pass out, but before I did, I saw my cum shoot up past my nose…spurt after spurt of white cream that seemed to start and never stop. He flooded my already full ass, and it flowed down over both our legs. We went over together and bounced on the floor. I didn’t feel anything when we hit except the warmth of his body.

Two days later, when we were once again walking a reasonably straight line, we got the college acceptance letters. The warm and friendly letter also told us we’d be roommates. We looked at each other and realized we were going to crawl up to get our degrees. And grinned.

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I folded my arms on my desk, lowered my forehead and prayed for a reason to live. There had to be one out there. All I had to do was find it. I turned my head sideways and looked at the plaque on the wall. ‘Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it.’ My students thought it was a comment on the courses I taught. It wasn’t. It was an acidic comment from a friend who’d grown tired of my relentlessly stupid choices in men. I turned my head again, this time toward the sound of a soft cough. The young man sat rigidly and in total concentration, as always. I sometimes thought a bomb could go off and Bryan would just go on grading papers. He was my TA, teacher’s assistant, and excellent at what he did. He graded like I did: leniently if obvious effort had been made, like a shark on a feeding frenzy if it had not. He was pleasant to have around, and frankly, a doll.

I looked down at my lap in annoyance. Great. A hardon. I sighed heavily, and sensed Bryan shoot a glance at me. I kept my head down on my arms. Shit. I’m really in horrible shape. I’m sitting here getting a boner over a student. A graduate student, sure, but still a student. Twenty-five, the little voice said. He’s twenty-five. Shut the fuck up, I said back to the little voice. I expelled a heavy sigh again. It wasn’t the first time I’d gotten the sudden hots for Bryan, and probably wouldn’t be the last. I hadn’t gotten laid in a long time, and frankly, didn’t anticipate my status to change anytime soon. A shadow fell over me, and I looked up. Bryan put a stack of papers on my desk. He gave me a hesitant smile. ‘They were better this time,’ he said softly. I gave him a weak smile. ‘They’d almost have to be, wouldn’t they?’

The arrangement was I drove Bryan home when he stayed late. I like it. The short time together wasn’t exactly overflowing with intimacy, but it was nice to be alone with him away from the academic world. He slid into my car, popped in a jazz tape, and belted up. I looked through the windshield at the sky. It looked like shit. ‘Rain coming,’ I muttered. My little prophecy was a big understatement. Lightening sliced the sky and somebody set off a cannon to celebrate. Water thudded down in thick, gray sheets. Visibility shrunk to almost zero in seconds. I squinted out through the hysterically flapping wipers and swore in a repetitive monotone. Bryan kept a white knuckled grip on the seat. We made it to his place, and he more or less demanded I come in. It wasn’t safe to drive. It had been a long time since anyone had worried about me, and my cock got hard again. Apparently, a hard cock makes one clumsy, because the minute I got out of the car to dash to the porch, my feet went out from under me and I landed flat on my back in the yard in the largest puddle I personally have every seen. Especially from the inside.

About half an hour later, I was showered, naked and wrapped in a blanket in Bryan’s kitchen, drinking cocoa and listening to the swoosh-thwack of my clothes going around in the washer. Bryan entered, rubbing a towel against his hair. He wasn’t wearing anything but sweatpants. He had the mind of an academic, the face of an aesthetic and the body of a jock. My balls hurt. As he moved, the sweatpants pulled tightly across his crotch, and his cock was plainly outlined. A big cock. A…hard cock. I stared at him, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes. He busied himself making more cocoa. I looked at his round, firm ass and his naked back. I got up like I was pulled and walked up behind him, taking the blanket in my hands like wings and wrapping it around him. I lowered my mouth to his neck and kissed him gently. He groaned loudly and trembled, then pushed his ass back against my cock. ‘Oh,’ he breathed. ‘Oh, yes.’ He turned in my arms, eyes full of fire, and found my mouth with his. He was hungry, and thrust his tongue in hard, his hands sliding down my back to my ass and pulling me to him. He writhed against me, rubbing our hard shafts together, sucking my tongue and nibbling my lips. Desperate need radiated from him. He moved his hips against me faster and faster. Part of me wanted to slow him down, part wanted him to cum and make the pain stop. He wrapped his arms around my chest and lowered his mouth to my neck. He stood and humped me as he tasted my skin. He was out of control, and I just held him and let him go. His movements became more rapid and forceful until he stiffened and let out a shuddering groan. His back arched, and I saw his face, wearing a look of stunned bliss.

I maneuvered him into his neat bedroom and dumped him into bed. I slid in next to him, and he came at me fast and eager. Cumming hadn’t taken the edge off. If anything, it had made him hotter. He tongued my mouth, then slid his lips down my chest and fastened them around my left nipple. He sucked ferociously, the nipple throbbing into a hard bullet in his mouth. He pulled his head back slightly, so that I could see my tiny rosy hardon and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. ‘Damn,’ I breathed. He smiled at me, then leaped like a cat for the other nipple. He alternated, greedy mouth going back and forth until I was so aroused my cock was pouring precum. He slid his lips down my body, then tongue fucked my belly button hard, making deep growling noises in his throat. He slid down further and rubbed his mouth through my pubic hair, then licked over my hip, tilted his head, and took one of my balls in his mouth. He sucked very, very gently. I spread my legs wide and ran my fingers through his hair. He carefully let one ball go, and gently sucked in the other, his hands running up and down my thighs. Wave after wave of that incredible fear/thrill feeling swept over me as he mouthed my balls. Finally the pink tongue flicked back and forth at the base of my cock, then slid straight up the underside to the head. He swirled his tongue around the head, lapping up precum, then lowered his head, taking me deep in his mouth. He got my shaft wet and his tight lips slid easily.

I stroked his cheek gently as he pleasured me. It was incredible. His concentration was total. Mouth and tongue kept in motion, and he gripped my shaft with a circle of fingers that milked in rhythm with his mouth. He rose up on his hands and knees, kneed my legs together, kept sucking and rubbed his hard cock between my legs. I tilted my head to watch. He fucked my legs as he sucked me. I felt his sticky cum, and the hot burst of his precum. His face was dreamy, eyes closed, mouth working on my cock. Nothing existed for him but the joy of sucking my cock and fucking my legs. He was a complete sensualist, his left hand moving over my hip to my chest and back again. He suddenly began to hump harder, making helpless sounds deep in his throat that I felt vibrate against my cock. He sucked even harder, his hand pumping me hard. My balls felt as if they’d burst. Before I could say anything, my back arched, my hips thrust, and I shot pulse after pulse of hot cum into his mouth. He swallowed it all, still humping, trying to suck even more cum from me. I couldn’t take anymore and begged him to stop. He rose up on his knees, put his hand on his swollen purple shaft and pumped it as he howled. He aimed it at my balls and shot his hot cum all over me. I watched the pure white jets shoot out of the dark swollen head in fascination. He kept pumping his cock until he’d emptied…and then kept going. He was torturing himself with pleasure. His eyes rolled in his head and he gasped. ‘Uh, uh, uh,’ he said, his hand working furiously. I slid my legs free, moved to him, took his hand away and took him in my mouth.

His cock was still hard and I sucked him brutally, one hand working the shaft, the other massaging his balls. He was euphoric with his mixture of pleasure and pain, dominance and submission. His hands clamped on either side of my head and his hips pumped. He fucked my mouth like a demon, going in hard and deep, sliding over my tongue and to the top of my throat. He fucked my mouth hard and long, until I just couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled myself free, and put his hand on his cock. He jacked off for me, eyes burning at me, wanting to know I was watching every move. I sat back and stroked my stiff cock. When he started to peak, I lowered my head and opened my mouth. He gasped, pumped harder and aimed his cockhead at my mouth. He erupted in and around my mouth. I licked at his cum, and he dropped down to lick and suck my mouth. We kissed for a while, then he lay on his side and pulled up his right leg.

He stroked his ass cheeks and smiled at me. ‘Fuck my ass,’ he said softly. ‘Put your big cock in me and just fuck it hard. I want it. I want you to fuck the hell out of my tight pink hole. I’ve wanted it for so long.’

My head swam for a second, and I lowered my mouth to his ass and bit him. He yelped, then made a purring sound. I bit him again and again until he was shaking. ‘Eat me!’ he howled. ‘Eat my ass!’ I buried my face between his luscious cheeks and tongued his hole until he was squirming. I shoved his thigh up to make room, then tongue fucked him hard and deep. His hole twitched and his muscles spasmed.

I got a tube of lubricant out of the bedside table and made my index finger nice and slick. I teased his hole until he shook and begged me to stick it in. I shoved it in hard, and he howled. His hole was so tight. I fingered him hard and deep and he humped his ass back at me, riding the waves of sensation that washed over him. I put a second finger in, hard, and used them both to fuck his ass. ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ he howled. ‘Do it to me!’ I couldn’t take it anymore, and slammed my quickly coated cock into his ass. He screamed as my cock forced its way in, then immediately begged for me to fuck him hard. I braced myself and pumped as hard and fast as I could. My hips pounded his ass. My balls swung and smacked against him. The bed shook and slammed into the wall. His ring was so fucking tight as I pounded into the hot space behind it. I rode him as hard and as long as I could, concentrating to make it last and give his tight ass all it wanted. Finally, he gasped repeatedly and his cock poured cum. I watched it, fucking him hard, and he just kept cumming. I kept stroking, knowing that any second I’d explode, but I wanted to see how long he could take it. He lay, eyes wide and glassy, making garbled noises, still humping his ass, and still in ecstasy. I fucked him savagely, forcing myself into a state of nasty arousal I’d never felt before. When I came, it damn near killed me. It felt as if I’d shot all my internal organs out my cock. The top of my head felt cracked by a swollen brain, and my pulse thudded through me. I collapsed and my cock slid out of his overflowing ass. I managed to raise my head to make sure he was all right. He was peacefully asleep, a smile playing on his lips. I put my head down and passed out.

I found out later that Bryan also liked gentle lovemaking. In fact, I found out all the ways Bryan likes it. And that’s a hell of a lot of ways.

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I sat on the folding table swinging my feet and watching my laundry whirl around in the dryer and figured I’d hit bottom. Please…this had to be the bottom. It was Saturday night, and I was sitting in a Laundromat watching my shorts whirl around. I sighed again, one of the really big dramatic sighs, and started to eat a chocolate bar I’d brought with me. I didn’t even bother to look up when the door made the ‘ding’ noise that meant someone had entered. I did look up when the cologne slid under the smell of the detergent and fabric softener. Spicy. Masculine. I nearly gagged on the chocolate bar, and had to take a fast drink of cola to wash it down.

He was about my age, but had really made better use of his time. He had the muscled body of an athlete. Short, nicely styled brown hair. Big eyes, high cheekbones, perfect teeth. Tan. Made an old T-shirt and shorts look great. Long corded legs descending into white socks and some kind of activity shoe. I groaned internally. I didn’t need Mr. Perfect tonight. Well, actually, I did need him, but knew damn well I wasn’t going to get him. I watched him put his laundry in the machine. Some kind of uniform, probably softball. Tight biking shorts and shirts. All sorts of sporting clothes. And very hot silk underwear. Mr. Perfect had a life. An active life. I sighed and looked away. After a while, I felt eyes on me. I turned, and Mr. Perfect was leaning on the folding table staring at me. Openly staring. It was irritating, but I couldn’t think of a damn thing to say. He could. ‘You know,’ he said softly, ‘I’m washing a perfectly clean load of clothing right now. There’s a washer and dryer in my apartment. So the least you could do is talk to me.’

I turned into a stupid, silent lump and continued to stare at him. He flashed the perfect teeth at me and walked to stand in front of me. He was so damned close. My cock got hard, and I was too shaken to try and hide it. He looked down at it and smiled again. ‘Well,’ he said softly. ‘Part of you likes me. Now if I can only get the rest of you to like me.’ He put his palms on my thighs and rubbed slightly. My cock tried to climb out of my shorts. I swear, I could hear the damn thing whimper. He rubbed my hard shaft with a knuckle and the sensation made my back arch and my mouth open. ‘Long time for you, too,’ he said gently. ‘My name is Ron.’ Then he slid a hand behind my head, pulled me forward and kissed me. His mouth was careful at first, cautiously exploring until he felt my response. Then his tongue grew more aggressive as I sucked at it hungrily. I wrapped my arm and legs around his strong body and held on. He kissed like he had invented it, and I felt drunk.

His hands pulled my shirt up, and his mouth ducked to my left nipple. He sucked it gently, flicking his tongue back and forth over it as it hardened and thrust at him. He nibbled on it gently and I started to shake. He took my hand and put my fingers on the nub. I squeezed and turned it as he moved his mouth to my right nipple and gave it the same treatment. I sat and played with both nipples as he ran his open mouth along the outside of my shorts, teasing my cock. He stood up, grinned at me, and drew me slowly off the table. I followed him blindly. He hoisted me up on the washing machine that contained his clothes. I gasped as the vibrations tingled my ass. He grinned again, opened my pants and drew out my cock. He smiled down at it, lowered his mouth and licked my swollen cockhead tenderly, then drew it into his mouth and sucked.

The combination of my own nipple pinching, the washing machine vibrating against my ass and his mouth sucking my cock was too much for me. I was very afraid I’d explode too soon. I put both hands down to the edge of the washing machine and gripped it tightly. The whoosh-whoosh of the cylinder turning was communicating directly with my ass and balls, and what Ron was doing to my cock was incredible. I looked down at him. His eyes were closed, his expression intent. His mouth moved with such purpose, his fingertips sliding up and down the shaft. Suddenly, his eyes opened, and he grinned at me. Grinned at me with a mouth full of my cock. I went rigid, staring at him. I’d never seen anybody so damned happy about sucking cock before. At least, sucking my cock. He lapped at my precum, then moved his mouth away and gave me a gentle smile. ‘You’re fighting it,’ he said. ‘Quit that.’ I stared at him helplessly. ‘I want it to last, ‘ I said, my voice quivering. He winked at me. ‘I’ll keep doing it until you’re tired of it,’ he said, the laughter echoing in his voice.

Thankfully, my facial expression gave him a warning that it was coming…uh…cumming. He fastened his mouth on me and sucked hard, swallowing every drop of my cum as it pumped into his mouth. Some kind of contented sound purred out of his throat. My vision grew a little dark around the edges as I pitched forward. He caught me, laid my head against his shoulder and ran his hands up and down my back. Strong, but gentle, and very, very sensuous. I was becoming emotionally attached to the purring sound he made. The washer kicked into spin, and my ass vibrated like crazy. I heard Ron chuckle, and looked down. My half-hard cock was twitching from the movements of the washer. I gave him a silly grin. ‘You’ve got to feel this,’ I said. ‘It’s incredible.’ His grin grew wider. ‘I can feel it. I’ve got my cock and balls pressed against the front of the thing. Tell me…are we having a threesome? Technically, I mean?’ I let go and laughed on his shoulder until my sides hurt. The washer wound down, made a few clanking noises and went silent.

Ron gave me a look that was pure, delighted horniness, and fished two quarters out of his pocket.

‘And…off we go again,’ he said, shoving the quarters in. I looked at him, then kissed him hard as the sound of rushing water began. ‘You’re wicked,’ I murmured into his mouth. He smiled around my tongue thrust. ‘I try,’ he mumbled back. I managed to get my pants more-or-less closed, slid off the washer, waited until my knees solidified, then stabbed a thumb at the machine. ‘Up,’ I ordered. He hopped up and spread his tan, muscular legs. I admired him for a minute, then began to lick and nibble those incredible thighs. I rubbed my open mouth against his bulge. He groaned and leaned back on his hands. ‘Damn, that feels so good,’ he moaned. I teased him with my mouth until he was shaking and begging in a language he was making up as he went along. I managed to get his shorts open around his throbbing, swollen cock. He was gorgeous. Long and thick, the silky head swollen and oozing, the shaft almost purple. I touched his balls with a finger. They felt solid and heavy. The washer went into its whoosh-whoosh cylinder-rotating phase and he moaned. I ran my tongue the length of his cock, around the head, then back down. I slid it up one side, again around the head, and down the other side. I kept repeating the pattern, until he mumbled something completely unintelligible at me. His facial expression seemed quite sincere, so I nodded agreeably.

I tormented him until he was trembling so violently that his body was shaking the washer. Finally, I closed my mouth around his cockhead and swallowed him deep. He clapped a hand over his mouth in time, and the animal howl was mostly held in. I sucked him hard, my lips clamped tightly around his shaft, feeling him slide deeply into my mouth, his thickness moving over my tongue and very close to the top of my throat. I closed my eyes, relaxed and concentrated, thinking of the purring sound he made and the effort he had put into meeting me. To my knowledge, no one had every put the slightest bit of effort into meeting me. I felt him enter the top of my throat. All the way, I thought. I want you all the way in me. Every inch of you. I want every inch of you inside me. I kept sliding my mouth up and down his rod, until I felt my lips tight around the base of his cock, my nose buried in his tight, curly pubic hair. I slid him gently out and looked up at him. He still had the hand slapped over his mouth, and his eyes were huge. ‘Always wanted to try that,’ I said calmly. His face changed and he came at me.

Well, I thought, we’re on the floor now and he’s lost his mind. I was on my hands and knees. I still had my T-shirt on, but finding my shorts and briefs might take some time. Ron was behind me, out-of-control with lust, tonguing my ass furiously. He had one hand on my hip for balance; the other was massaging my balls. He kept trying to talk, which is impossible with a tongue up someone’s ass, but felt very good to the ass in question. He tongued me, nibbled me, bit me a couple of times. I could hear his breathing, coarse and ragged as he gasped to get air into his lungs. He did something with his hand in the laundry basket, then I felt a cold slick finger slide into my crack. I chuckled inwardly. Mr. Perfect had come prepared. The lubricated finger gently pressed against my hole, increasing the pressure until it was inside me. I groaned in appreciation, and his breathing grew louder as he finger-fucked my ass. It felt so damned good. ‘Ron,’ I said loudly and clearly. ‘I want you so fucking much. I want your big cock in my ass. I want you to fuck the hell out of me until you flood me with your cum. I want you to cum so big it pours down both my thighs.’

You’d really think a man that beautiful would be used to that kind of talk, wouldn’t you? Nope. I felt his face on my back for a minute as he fought to control himself, his one pumping finger becoming two pumping fingers. Two thrusting, slamming, pumping fingers. He lubricated his cock, my left ass cheek, my left calf and the floor. After several attempts to drill new holes in me, he connected with the one that was there and impaled me. The phrase ‘pleasure/pain’ was defined for me at that moment. It hurt like hell, but it was also the most exquisite, intensely erotic sensation I’d ever had. ‘Fuck me,’ I groaned loudly. ‘Take me. I want you, Ron. I want you to fuck me hard.’

He gripped my hips and fucked me…hard. I arched my back and thrust my ass back at him, wanting him more, wanting him harder, wanting him deeper than I’d ever wanted a man in my life. His balls slammed into me. His hands were like claws, his fingers imbedded in me like they’d never let go. I swear I felt his cock swell even more and begin to twitch. He made one continuous helpless sound that grew in volume and pitch. Finally it reached a crescendo, and he slammed his cock home and held it there as he pulsed out an incredible amount of hot cum. An amount that flooded me and overflowed. I felt his hot seed pouring down my thighs. I looked under myself, then got my face out of the way as I felt my own cock throb and swell. I shot cum all over my chest in an orgasm that both startled and overwhelmed me.

Ron lay down on my back. I let him stay like that until his slippery cock softened and slid out of me. ‘Uh, Ron,’ I said finally. ‘The floor.’ ‘What about it?’ he mumbled. ‘Let’s get off it,’ I said. ‘My knees are dying.’ I managed to get him standing and rearranged his clothes, then propped him up against a washer. I found my shorts and briefs and got them on, then made an attempt to get all the laundry finished and gathered. Ron just stood and smiled a lot.

Eventually, we moved into his place. He had the washer and dryer. We use it a lot.

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