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We need each other

-Well, if you’re sure, we can try, but you also have to fuck me. I’ve spent the whole day desiring your manhood up my ass.

-You’re such a wonderful man, Ashton, you don’t even get shocked at the fact that your son wants you to fuck him.

-Hope you always think there’s nothing wrong in anything we’d done today or we could still do, Darrell. But inevitably dad needs you now. And we have reached this point.

-Ashton, so sure I am that I would need no girl after today if I could always have sex with you that I want to give you everything, even my ass to fuck. And of course everything’s right for we both desire the same.

-Then and since we need each other, that’s obvious, Darrell, we will both continue swimming in the same lust, but with no shame. I think both of us would desire to become fuck buddies now, or more.

-Right, Ashton, and since we both need each other, let’s head now to your bedroom, that very bedroom where we have spent the whole afternoon watching porn and cumming.

We were soon in my father’s bedroom, naked and harder than ever before in our lives and joining our bodies was soon heaven, a greater heaven accompanied by our greedy hands running down our entire skins and our mouth always locked together. Thus in this idyll we were for ten minutes till I turned, showing Ashton my ass and urging him to fuck me. And he told me he’d try.

That masculine man I had for a father would have obviously preferred being fucked than fucking me but he showed me again his guts starting to do what he knew his son wanted him to do.

Of course I was a virgin and my father’s cock really hurt but in that moment my mind told me again he was all I needed after now and he had to make me his. I was convinced that I wanted Ashton to prefer his son’s hole to any cunt; I wanted him to constantly shag me. I think we never fell in love with each other, but after that night we were both sure that we’d always live together, sharing everything, even our sex. He continuously asked me whether he should go on or stop and I answered.

-Please never stop, Ashton. I know in a couple of minutes it will stop hurting me and it’s your dick that I need, always your cock and only your cock. How I desire you, dad!

-Hope you never hesitate to fuck me later. I have to live what you’re living, even the pain and your strong determination. I could never fuck you, my masculine son, if I weren’t sure that you’ll fuck me next.

-Yeah, Ashton, but please go on and hold it if you can. Now it almost doesn’t hurt.

He would tell me later that although in that position he couldn’t see my eyes, he could see my face well enough to be able to read the changes it was showing him and knew the moment it started showing him that the pain was stopping and he could soon see ecstasy in my eyes. I yelled in pleasure, because being fucked by Ashton was spiritual, the blending of our souls. Never the father and his son had loved each other more deeply than in those minutes when his fucking me became bliss and fortunately noticing my fun, he made it last but eventually had to cum inside me crying.

-This is for you, Darrell, ahhhggg. I still can’t believe I’ve just cum in my son’s ass. It can be an awful sensation or a perfect sensation if you fuck me now. Come on, Darrell, do it to me now –and he turned then and I saw the glorious bum he wanted me to fuck now.

Even if he’d just cum, I did not wait. I so desired to fuck that glorious bum
Ashton has. I didn’t enter him viciously but I soon saw a grimace of pain in his face so I asked him whether I should go on.

-Don’t stop now, Darrell, now I only want masculinity, won’t need girls after now if I could always have you. You showed me your courage before and if you want Ashton to shag you more often, you’ll first have to open me up and we’ll fuck each other and become a couple if that’s what you want, even with no love. I’d love to become your partner, is that your desire, my hot Darrell?

It was masculinity that we both desired now, what had really moved us both and made us reach this moment and I knew that if I could always play masculine sexual games with Ashton, I’d have it all. It was hurting him, but again he endured the pain my dick was still giving him cause he wanted us both to become a couple. I said farewell to girls forever in that moment. I needed no girls; I just needed him. And I kept on fucking him looking at his face and kissing him, touching everything in his masculine body. I eased his first time jacking him off and the moment came when he shouted that he was already opened up and it was so hot to be fucked by his Darrell that he wouldn’t need any other thing in sex after now than playing with his son’s dick anyway I so desired and as often as I desired. So stoked I became that I had to cum for the first time in my life in Ashton’s ass, in my new partner’s ass.

-Now, let’s sleep and tomorrow morning we will talk.

I didn’t want to start sleeping without knowing for sure that we had become a couple, but even so, I would wait for the morning to talk to him about it. And I managed to finally sleep naked next to Ashton for the first time.

At breakfast he really talked to me.

-Now we have to talk in earnest, Darrell. I am sure you lust for me now and probably your lust will increase. But I’m not sure whether you would desire to become my partner. At least I tell you that I’m more than willing to become your boyfriend if you really desire to be. I’ve never felt erotic ecstasy before, I thought I knew it but no, it’s been necessary to have sex with you to know what happiness is.

-Ashton, we lust for each other so much and we enjoy sex with each other so much that I’m sure I wanna be your boyfriend. I clearly say no to girls right now. And think about this, Ashton, one day one of us could fall in love with the other. If that happened to you, you can be sure you’ll always have me.

-Then we are a couple now, my wonderful Darrell.

And that’s how we started to live together as an incestuous couple. What had started as punishment had led us to desire being always together sharing our sex and our lives. Now we’re almost always naked, most of the day having sex and always sleeping naked together and we’re always eager to pull down our pants.

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Freedom can move your life and it can be seen even in the hardest conditions, together with love and friendship, happiness and beauty. Have a look at the life of eight beggars who live together at: https://luces-delatierra.blogspot.com/ or in English at: https://lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com/

I’m getting close to my 100th short story. This one takes the form of a letter. I first want to say how grateful I am to the 60,000 readers whom I have reached since the Covid pandemic. Writing gay porn stories is often my way of having sex. You may not believe this, but I often get a hard-on when I describe rimming scenes.

I find ideas for my stories from various sources that include watching porn videos and being a member of Facebook groups like Bears Belgium, Boys in Gear, Gay Fetishes, Mecs en cuir (Dudes in leather) and The Best of Man. The latter features peachy butts non-stop; they all get me so horny as I adore twisting my tongue in a man’s butt crack. If you have read a few of my short stories, you already know that like to say how I can eat a guy’s ass for breakfast, lunch, dinner and midnight snack. With frenzy, of course.

Chatting with guys from the dating site Silver Daddies often triggers the embryo of a story. These men come from around the world, which explains why some of my story plots are set in Russia, Ivory Coast, England or USA. My first text for Gay Demon, published on April 18, 2019, was generated by the photo accompanying the profile of a Silver Daddies’ member: a cyclist in speedo. As you can imagine, his bulge was on display, and made me salivate greedily. Words just flowed like a geyser, like a cock exploding its creamy load.

We often hear that men read little or hardly at all. They read a lot, in fact, when texts appeal to their homoerotic taste. Gay Demon was created in 1999 to offer pornographic material (videos and photos); it started publishing short fiction stories in 2006. This platform now has close to 25,000 texts, and attracts around 45,000 people each day.

I have researched the most popular short stories and many easily reach 40,000 to 50,000 readers per text; some will fetch up to 80,000 readers. And it’s not that rare to see authors who can boast of having 100,000 or even 200,000 readers for a single story. The most popular is called “My dad and me: the beginning” and joined– hold on tight– 446,087 readers! If you write what some men want to read, they will scramble to taste their literary dishes on their preferred menu.

Readers have the option of leaving comments. One of them wrote: “Reading texts written by Grant is like watching Game of Thrones or House of Cards. They challenge us strongly, then end too soon.” The readers of homo-pornographic fiction want more, don’t want it to stop.

 Last March, through Facebook, I met Jacob Knast, a Polish man with an enthusiastic leather fetish. His country is known to be very homophobic, but that does not prevent him from posting some quite sexy photos of him clad in leather. He inspired me to write a story called “Leather Fetish Brother” and it triggered the following comment: “Such a satisfying read for all manner of reasons. So grounded in truthful cultural and sub/counter-cultural experience. Always enjoy stories based in places I know or have visited. Thank you.”In November 2020, I published “18-Year-Old Jockstrap Club”, a story about a hockey coach in a catholic college. He looks after the new guys on the team and ensures that their jockstrap is well adjusted. By squeezing the pouch, he can detect those who would probably like to experience man-to-man pleasure… while wearing just a jockstrap, of course. My story received the following comment: “Informative, didactic AND horny! Well done. And to think some of the very best gay porn (in my opinion) is produced in and comes out of Canada. Love the idea of the cum stain in the used ‘new’ jockstrap being an imprimatur! Clever idea.”I was 71-years old when I wrote my first story about the cyclist in speedo shorts. “On the bicycle path » was published on April 18, 2919 and had roughly 2,000 readers. This good start encouraged me to continue, and some of my gay porn fiction texts attracted over 5,000 readers. Here is a list of the most popular ones on https://www.gaydemon.com/stories/authors/gay1976/: 

– A Tale of Dirty Talk (6,008)
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Gay Demon has been my most exciting event as a senior homosexual man. In 2008, I was awarded the Order of Ontario, the highest distinction in the province, for my work as a French-Canadian and gay author. Not sure I would have received this honor if I had only written gay porn stories, but they have attracted more readers than all of my 53 French-language books put together (novels, essays, poems and short stories). That makes me so proud.

Thank you for reading this letter.

Sir stirred and that woke me. Our bodies remained entwined, naked from the waist down. I don’t know how long we had slept for.

For the first time I felt complete. I wasn’t hiding my sexuality, in fact I was celebrating it and living out my wildest fantasies with the most unexpected person, my step-mom’s older brother. The day had been a whirlwind of new experiences, new emotions, and sexual energy. I had gone from virgin boy to well fucked in the space of a few hours.

I thought about the things Sir had told me. The promise of more sex with this big, strong, dominant daddy figure while I submitted to his every whim made me feel gooey inside. Just laying here, his arm still wrapped around me and our legs touching like lovers, made me feel content and warm and loved.

Sir turned his body toward me, rolling me over in the process. He cuddled up to me, me the little spoon and him the big. He ran big, warm hands down from my shoulder to my bottom, giving me goosebumps. I felt tiny next to Sir; a cute plaything for an older daddy. I pushed back into him and he held me close and tight in his strong arms. I could feel his manhood swelling as I gently ground back into him. Would he take me again in this position? I was getting sore from all the fucking, but I hoped he would. I wasn’t that sore!

I could feel Sir’s hot breath on my neck as our bodies pushed against each other. He kissed me behind my ear and I trembled. He made a low murmuring noise almost like a growl. It reverberated trough my spine from my neck to my bottom. I could feel his cock now, fully erect and gliding between my buttocks. I was still hot and sticky there from earlier. I shifted my position to try and entice him to push into me, but he just held me close and ground himself against me. It was incredibly loving, sexy, and frustrating at the same time.

I dribbled some spit into my hand and reached back to smear the mess into my crack, then I took hold of Sir’s cock and smeared the rest on that. That was enough. That was the signal. Sir hugged me even closer, almost squeezing the breath out of me. He took my hand and placed it on my cage. He pulled back with his hips, allowing his penis to line up against my entrance. Then he pushed.

It was slow, delicate, gentle, but still firm and deliberate. I felt the head pushing against my hole, felt that incredible, amazing sensation as my anal ring began to open to allow him passage, felt the pressure as the largest part began its journey inside me……. And then it was in. “Ahhhhhh” I breathed in a high, whimpering tone. The rest of his cock glided in, all thought of soreness gone as I was filled up once more.

Sir slow fucked me. We never switched position. He held me tight, and I held onto him. I gripped him with my feet, my hands, and my tight little pussy. In turn he gripped my hip, squeezing me hard, and he bear-hugged me with his other arm. With just a slight pivoting movement in his hips, his cock almost all the way inside me the whole time, he generated a little movement. It was just enough. It was loving, erotic.

The heat built between us and the grinding built up momentum. We were both sweating now, our hot skin rubbing against one another. I could feel his heart pounding and he was grunting out every breath. I murmured “oh, oh, oh” in soft tones in time with every small but powerful thrust. I arched my back and relaxed and closed my eyes. This was wonderful.

I felt the energy build before he came. Like before he cock seemed to swell and with this closeness, I felt the pulses start from the base of his cock all the way to the tip before he spewed yet more cum deep inside me. It filled me with a warm glow, a deeply satisfied, sexual release even though I had not orgasmed.

Sir continued to hold me close. His mouth was close to my ear and he said in hushed tones, “I need to break out of our fantasy, Cole.” I wondered what was happening now, as Uncle Jack was using my name and had gone back to the tone he always used with me. Well, the tone he used before……. Before he made me his.

“I need to check. Is…. Is this okay?” He said.

I closed my eyes and a small and perfectly formed tear ran down my cheek. His words seemed to confirm everything I wanted to hear in that moment. Maybe I was reading too much into what he said, but surely he meant that our relationship was more to him than fantasy? Was I more than a young, nubile sex toy?

“Yes.” I said simply. I wanted to scream. Of course ! Oh god, please fuck me over and over and over…… But a simple yes was all that was needed.

Sir withdrew, his cock softening. A trail of gooey cum followed and I sighed as the head pull out of me. “You will shower and get clean, boy” he said, his tone now firmly set in Master mode. “When you’re clean inside and out, come to the kitchen and I will feed you. I will leave clean items of clothing on your bed. Come straight into the kitchen no matter what, you understand?”

“I understand Sir.” I said softly.

I spent a long while showering and getting clean. It was delightful, the water running over my body. It felt different now. I felt different. I was no longer a young, frustrated virgin. I had been taken. My cherry popped. And then some!

Sir had provided a pretty blue top and matching blue panties. They were girls clothes, but they were comfortable and when I looked at myself in the mirror I felt sexy and dirty and hot and cute all at the same time. I smiled to myself.

I practically run down to the kitchen and burst through the door to see Sir again. I stopped short, shocked, red-faced, and stammering. Before I could say or do anything, Sir spoke.

“This my good friend Jaz” he said, gesturing to the man sitting at the kitchen table. “He’s a keen amateur photographer. Don’t be shy. Come in and please stand on the mat.”

I noticed there was a small square mat in the middle of the kitchen floor. I went to stand on it, feeling shy and embarrassed at someone else seeing me in these clothes. I didn’t argue though. I submitted and did as I was told.

“Now, I’m going to order you a pizza. You must be hungry after all the……. exercise you’ve had today.” I looked at Sir and nodded. I realised I was starving.

“If you want your your pizza, you must earn it.” He said. The seated man, Jaz, laughed.

“I have ordered the pizzas” he said, putting his phone down on the table face down. “Ten minutes, maybe fifteen.”

Both men stared at me. I felt like they were waiting for something but I really didn’t know what. I stood still, waiting for instruction that didn’t come. Occasionally Sir would look over at his friend and they would both smile and look away. Sometimes one or both would look at me and raise an eyebrow or give me a slight smile.

Minutes went by. They felt like hours. As time passed I realised this was a test of some sort, but I really couldn’t figure it out. I wondered whether I should just ask, but I got a strong sense that that was not the right answer, so I kept my mouth shut.

I focussed on my surroundings. On what had been said. If I wanted pizza I had to earn it. The delivery guy would be here soon, so there was a time limit. I was standing on a mat, soft underfoot and padded. I was only wearing girlie panties and a top. Sir was watching. His friend was here. What did he say about his friend? He was a keen photographer……?

Suddenly an idea hit me. Did I need to strip for this other man? Was Sir showing me off so his friend could take some naughty photos? It was the only thing I could think of.

I turned around, facing away from both men. I got down on my knees on the mat and slowly pushed my head down and my bottom out. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the panties at my hips. As soon as I got that far, Jaz picked up his phone and pointed it in my direction. I breathed a sigh of relief. This must have been what they were waiting for.

I slid the soft fabric down over my bottom as I pushed my hips back. It was a slow, sensuous movement. I felt my cheeks spreading naturally as I pushed back, the air circling around my hole. I felt like everything I had was on display, ripe for the taking. It gave me a thrill and made me feel super horny. My balls were tingling and precum was starting to form at the tip of my squished penis. I sneaked a quick glance at Sir. He was smiling broadly. That made everything even better.

Jaz whistled in appreciation as he snapped away with his phone camera. I left the underwear in place, my little round bottom on show while I slowly pulled my top up and over my head. I turned, sat myself down on the mat and spread my legs open as wide as I could get them. I showed off my caged clit, which I fondled for the camera. I rolled back a little, holding my legs behind my knees and keeping them well spread. I reached down and touch my little hole and then I used both hands to pull it open. I could feel it gaping already. It hadn’t quite recovered yet from Sir’s awesome fucking. I flipped back over again and sucked my thumb, making it wet. Finally, I reached behind me and pushed the tip of my thumb inside me as I moaned and rubbed my scrotum with my other hand.

I heard Jazz said “Jesus” under his breath. Sir chuckled quietly. I had goosebumps at the thought of my little body making these men hot and horny. I remained in that position as Jazz circled me, taking picture after picture. He got an alert on his phone and sat down, and a moment later the doorbell rang.

“Task number two” said Sir with a grin, “Is to fetch the pizza.”

My heart stopped. What…..? I couldn’t go to the door like this…….. could I?

My mouth hung open. A frisson of naughty excitement shot through my body like electricity, making the hairs on the back on my neck stand on end. I already felt slutty and it was a great feeing. Fuck it, I thought. In for a penny…….

Maybe I didn’t care any more. Maybe, if Sir wanted it, I could do it. I could show off my body, wearing only powder blue girlie panties. My face flushed red at the thought, but I was already standing and pulling up my panties when the doorbell rang a second time.

I shot a quick look at Sir, who nodded, and then I hurried to the door. I opened it and was confronted with a young man, probably about my age, with a stack of three pizza boxes. He looked me up and down and raised an eyebrow.

“Your uncle said I might get a preview of what’s to come” he said, handing me the boxes. The were hot and smell made me realise how hungry I was.

Before I could turn to leave, the young man reached out and touched my clit through my panties.

“Locked away” he said. He stepped forward and reached around me with his hand. He placed it flat on the small of my back and slid it down below my panty line, touching my bottom with soft, gentle young hands. He ran his fingers down my crack until he was touching my pussy hole. “But no plug. I guess you have been busy today.”

The young man smiled. He brought his hand around to my front, touching my scrotum and gripping hold of the cage. “Well, I guess I’ll see you. It’s not long to wait. I haven’t done many of these, but I am going to be looking forward to it now. You’re really cute. I’m gonna enjoy fucking that tight little pussy of yours.”

He let out a musical laugh and removed his hands. He slapped my thigh lightly, gave an odd little salute, and left. I carried the pizza boxes back into the kitchen, where Sir and Jazz were grinning.

Sir threw my top to me and I put it back on. We sat and ate pizza together and then we went to the living room where we watched movies until the evening. I was sat between the two men on the large sofa. Occasionally one of them would touch me, absent-mindedly run a hand over my leg or something like that. I quickly lost my inhibitions around this stranger and it was a pretty cool afternoon and evening. We didn’t speak much, but the movies were good and I enjoyed the occasional caress.

As the evening turned late and the last movie finished, Sir stood and so did Jaz. I thought Sir was about to see Jaz out, but that was not the case.

“Come and stand” Sir instructed. I got up off the sofa and stood in front of him. My heart rate increased and I got an excited, nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I hoped this was what I thought it was.

“Jaz and I will fuck you now, before bed.” He said. His tone was very matter-of-fact, but he couldn’t completely hide a tiny smile. “This is a sort of dress rehearsal for the weekend, at which time you will be gangbanged.”

I flushed red again. Every time I thought of multiple men touching me and having their way with me, I flushed red and got a tingling sensation between my pussy and clit. It was such a horny, dirty, naughty fantasy.

“Pull down your panties so that they are around your ankles. Then bend over and grab your ankles with your hands.”

I gulped. Even those words, “pull down your panties” and “bend over” sent electric tingles up and down my spine. My flesh prickled and my hole seemed to ache with excitement. I slowly pulled down my underwear and bent over as I pushed them down my legs. I grasped hold of my ankles with my little bottom sticking right out behind me. Immediately that I was in position Jazz started to smear copious amounts of lube around my hole, pushing some up inside me with delicate fingers. I was a little sore now, but it was bearable and the more lubrication he applied, the easier it got.

My heart was racing. I was almost nude, bent over with my ass being fondled and fingered by a guy I didn’t know, had only just met. I knew he was going to take me, I knew what was coming now having had plenty of practice already today. I wanted it badly. I was practically drooling precum through the cage and had to stifle my whimpering.

His lubed fingers withdrew slowly and gently. I heard both men unfastening trousers and clothing being hurriedly pulled off and discarded. I stood ready, my back arched so that my entrance was easily accessible to whoever wanted me first.

One of them placed his hands on my shoulders, one hand on each side. He got a good grip and thrust forward, forcing his cock right into me. I let out a soft cry, not of pain but of surprise and delight and some kind of sexual, passionate joy. I was sure it was Jazz’s cock, smaller than Sir’s in every way, but still plenty to start with. Then I heard him mutter “Jesus fucking christ” from behind me, confirming my suspicions.

“Can I fuck into him?” He asked.

I wanted to be the one to tell him. I wanted him to have my own permission. I don’t know where my boldness came from, but before Sir could speak I said “Please fuck me. Please.” It underlined my sluttiness and made me quiver with excitement. God, what was happening to me?

Jazz flexed his fingers on my shoulders, slowly ensuring his grip was sufficient before he engaged his hips and began to thrust in and out of me. He seemed to like almost pulling out, so that I started to close up around the tip of his cock, then thrusting all the way forward. It was a long, slow fucking action, but the thrusts into me were forceful and deliberate and they sent a pulse of sexual energy right through me each time.

I tried my best to push back onto him and to grip him. I wanted him to enjoy it and think I was a tight little thing, but after today I wasn’t sure I was very tight at all!

Suddenly Jazz pulled out. He took his hands off my shoulders and begin to jerk himself off, getting ready to shoot his load. Without being told I turned and got on my knees. I kissed and licked the end of his penis as he masturbated. He shot over my face and into my mouth. I licked him clean and sucked the aftershocks from him. He was breathing heavily and his legs were shaking.

“Christ, Jack. I don’t know what to tell you…..” He said as he gasped for breaths. “Fucking ‘A’ grade and so tight!”

I smiled, stood, and resumed my original position. Sir came and slowly pushed into me. He held himself there for a while, allowing me to get used to his larger cock. Soon he started to fuck me. He was slow, really sensuous. He traced his fingers all over my back, down into my crack and around my pussy, touching where his shaft moved in and out of me. I had a string of precum drooling from my cage. I closed my eyes. This was spectacular.

Sir seemed to last a long while, thankfully. I wasn’t surprised given how much cum he had chucked my way already. I felt that he could go on fucking me like this forever. I never knew sex could be this good. It was soft and gentle, but slutty too, and with his hands caressing me I felt like I was constantly on the verge of some kind of sexual explosion.

Sir came. There wasn’t much warning and I guess there was only a little juice as I hardly felt it, but I did feel the head of his cock pulse inside me.

He blew out a long breath. It was the release a deeply satisfied man and it made me feel wonderful.

Suddenly I was on my back and Sir was unlocking the cage. My cock slowly but surely filled with blood and both men were on me, licking, sucking, sharing the work. “Oh god” I said. “I can’t last. I’m so close already!”

I had barely got the sentence out when I thrust upwards with my hips. Jazz had one of my balls in his mouth. Sir had my cock. I came like I have never come before. The explosion started deep within, somewhere beyond my balls. It built so quickly, so strongly, before suddenly I was literally pumping cum out of my cock like it was going to be the last time. I cried out in exhilaration. Sir sucked down every last drop while Jazz licked my balls and fingered at my hole.

I must have been in orgasm for more than thirty seconds. When the last aftershocks died away, I was truly exhausted.

Sir leaned over me and kissed me lightly on the lips. Get yourself off to bed. We’ll leave the cage off. You mind if I sleep next to you tonight?”

I grabbed a breath, sweat beading on my forehead. I smiled. “I’d like that, Sir” I said. He grinned, kissed me again and helped me up. He lightly smacked my bottom as he ushered me out of the door.

I got myself into my bed. I couldn’t be bothered to wash or anything. I was too exhausted. I was asleep before Sir joined me. I vaguely remember him snuggling up close to me. I felt him next to me when I woke late in the night, too. It was comforting and warm.

The next morning I woke bleary eyed. My muscles ached, and I was alone. That made me sad. I wondered where Sir was. I wondered whether the whole day had been a dream. I yawned and stretched like a kitten, clawing at the bedsheets and writhing around. That was Sir came into my room. He had two steaming mugs of coffee. He set them both down on my bedside table and shuffled me over as he got back into bed with me.

“So……” he started. He seemed unsure of himself. I leaned over and kissed him. He returned my kiss, and smiled. “Was yesterday…… was it okay?” He asked.

It was my turn to smile. “I was beginning to wonder if it was real” I said.

“You want it? I mean, you know you can tell me no, right? I don’t really want to force you into anything you don’t want.”

“I know. Yesterday was amazing. I can’t believe…….. that it happened. How long have…….?”

“Have I wanted you? I’m ashamed to say, since we first met. You were far too young then, of course. But you were a sexy little thing. What were you, fifteen?”

“Probably fourteen.” I said, grinning.

“My god, fourteen. Still, you looked a bit older then. You seem to have frozen in time since you were about seventeen.” He looked at me, apparently studying me. “Look, I was wrong to put the camera in here. It’s not something I usually do, but I got a bit obsessed with you. I’m sorry about it. I mean that.”

I shrugged. “I don’t really mind” I said, and I didn’t. “If it was what started off what happened yesterday, you can place ten more cameras in here!” We both laughed.

“You know what this is, don’t you?” He asked. “I mean, you understand where this comes from?”

I frowned, puzzled. “No……” I said, curious.

“When you lay here, jerking off…… you talk. It’s on the footage from the camera.”

Suddenly I went red and hid my face. “Oh! My! God!” I exclaimed. It hit me. Yeah, I talked alright. I always imagined someone….. how can I put this? I always imagine there’s someone else in the room making me do things to myself. If I have a carrot, I’ll talk to the other person as if he’s telling me to insert it, or get into a position. And yeah, I’ll call my imaginary master ‘sir’. Suddenly everything made sense.

He chuckled. “Yeah. But don’t be embarrassed. Please! I just wanted to give you what you wanted. And what I wanted too, of course.” He said. “Even the gangbang part……”

I knew. He didn’t have to say. I vividly remembered my fantasies about be taken by a group of men. I don’t know why I didn’t think about it yesterday. I guess I had been preoccupied.

“But you don’t have to go through with that. I can cancel…..”

I looked at him in shock. “You will not. If you have really arranged it, I’m in. I’m nervous about it, nervous as hell. And I feel shy. And slutty. But it’s all making me feel so fucking horny! Last night with your friend…… I’ve never come like that.”

Sir….. Uncle Jack….. whoever he was right now laughed. “Me neither. You’re the best I ever had, Cole. I really….. like you.”

I put my head on his chest and hugged him, and he hugged me back. “I really like you too. I always have. You’ve always been my biggest fantasy. And now you’ve…… now we have had sex, it just feels amazing. I think I’m a bit infatuated!”

“Well, I am if you are!” He said, running a hand through my hair and cupping my face. “I need to find a way to keep you around when my sister gets back with your father.”

I melted at that. “That would be awesome. To know it’s not just….. you know, something for now…..?”

“Yeah, I know. And it isn’t. Not for me, anyway.”

We hugged a while. We drank our coffee and chatted. We got up, we showered together and we dressed. Jack wanted to take me out, have a non-fantasy day, so we went to the zoo, to the movies, we ate out. We were like a couple of lovers on an all-day date. It’s the most fun I have ever had in a single day. Every time I looked over at Jack, he was looking back at me. His eyes made my heart skip, and everything about him made my intimate parts tingle.

We got home late and spent an hour just kissing and touching on the sofa like teenagers. I loved exploring his mouth with my tongue, our mouths open and wet and warm. He loved to run his hands over my body and I enjoyed touching his firm chest and stomach, and squeezing his ass. Eventually he suggested we go upstairs and I nodded. He picked me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom, where he threw me on the bed.

He climbed on and knelt over me and started to strip me of my clothes. I sat up and unbuttoned his shirt with clumsy fingers. I wanted him and the nerves and anticipation and sexual energy was making me lose control.

We were naked in mere moments and I took his cock in my mouth. I sucked and licked and worshiped him, the penis that gave me so much pleasure. He traced his hands all over me, setting my skin on fire with his touch. He flipped me over and I stuck my bottom up in the air as he dived in, his tongue tracing my hole and teasing me until eventually he lapped at me a few times, and then burrowed his tongue into my crack. I moaned loudly. Nothing in the world felt like this. I wondered how I had gone this long in my life without know how good it was when someone licked you there. My eyes rolled back in my head and my balls tightened.

He flipped me again and moved closer, leaning down and kissing me. I could taste myself in his mouth. He took my ankles in his hands and hooked each leg over his shoulder, almost bending me in half. I was open to him now, ready for him to enter me.

Jack pushed forward, slowly and delicately. He applied just enough force to puncture through my sphincter, but it was tantalising, teasing. It made me writhe and try to push forward into him, but I had no room to move so I had no choice but to let him enter me slowly.

I closed my eyes and he leaned in again. We kissed as we made love. It was slow, like being caressed outside and in. It felt wonderful. It wasn’t a fuck, it was deeper and more sensuous than that.

Very slowly Jack build up a rhythm and I matched him thrust for thrust. We were getting hot, steamy. Our pulses raced in time with one another and I felt like we were one person. As his cock pushed into me, delving deeper and now faster, he got the angle just right. He seemed to know just what to do. He rubbed the head of his cock on that special spot and it made me quiver and whimper.

“Oh god, I’m going to come!” I said, my voice breathy and soft.

“Come” he said, his voice low and gravelly and full of sex.

My body acknowledged the instruction. I crossed the point of no return. I could feel it building within me, in my balls, deep inside, along my spine and in my belly. I cried out as I shot a huge burst of cum over our bodies. Jack grunted. It was a deep, guttural noise. Suddenly I felt that now familiar feeling of his cock expanding and sending wave after wave of hot, wet juices into my bowels.

He collapsed on me. My slides slid from his shoulders and wrapped around his body as we lay together, hot, sweaty, spent. I giggled and he laughed. We both laughed. It was incredible.

“You’re amazing” he said.

“I didn’t do much.” I replied. “You’re the amazing one. I can’t believe how good this feels.”

We lay there a while. Eventually his flaccid cock slipped from my hole and I unwrapped my legs. He didn’t move, but we were now comfortably laying together.

“What do you want to do about tomorrow?” He asked.

“Tomorrow you go back to being Sir, and I get forcefully taken by a large group of strangers.” I said. I had never been more sure of anything in my life.

“And after that?”

“If you still want me after I have been used and abused by your friends, I’d really love to keep seeing you.” I said. Okay, now I was never more sure of anything. I was getting some glowing feelings for this guy. This was more than just hot passion.

“Well then, boy” he said, and my spine tingled. “You had best get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day and you are going to need your energy.”

We drifted off together. It was bliss.

To be continued one last time……

I’d grown tired of going to bars and clubs,  looking for hook ups.  Our community is just not large enough.  Unless an out of town visitor showed up, it was pretty much the same faces.  Most of which were either in the friend zone or not of interest to me.

A few of my friends had extolled the virtues of hook up apps. I checked a few sites online. I guess I’m picky. Most of the guys looking for hook ups didn’t ring my chimes.

I finally decided to pick a site. Fill out a profile. See who might be looking for a guy like me, instead of looking for a guy I liked.

I picked a site called Daddies for Boys. ( Made up site for privacy reasons. Don’t go looking to find it!) Registered under the name Red Wolf.

I was almost immediately inundated by responses.

Here I thought my profile would be kind of boring. I had indicated I was kind of a home body. That I was tired of the bar scene. That I was hoping to find low key guys who weren’t looking to be wined and dined at fancy restaurants, big Broadway type shows, etc. That I was into cuddling and quiet evenings as much as sex. That I was soft spoken and a man of few words. That I was more of a nurturing type than a disciplinarian.

Many of the guys were faces I recognized. That in itself was a surprise. Surely they recognized me. Guess I’m a snob. Most of them just weren’t guys I had any interest in.

One guy caught my interest. Muscle Cub. He was cute. Built. Hairy. Too young! I had specified men over 35. He was early twenties.

Turned out Muscle Cub was very persistent. He kept pinging me, even though I didn’t ping back. Finally I broke down and responded.

We spent an evening texting back and forth. He kept begging for a meet. He even sent me a few intriguing pics. Even though I kept trying to dissuade him. I guess he wore me down. Plus, the fact that I didn’t block him must have meant I liked him some. Hey he was a hunk and fun to text. Plus, he really liked my profile pic. Despite his age, I agreed to meet him for coffee. I wanted neutral ground for a first face to face.

The coffee shop he chose was nice. Homey, not trendy. I showed up a few minutes early. I don’t like to wait and I really don’t care to have anyone waiting on me.

I got in the order line. Halfway there a hesitant voice came from behind me. ” Red Wolf?”

I turned to see Muscle Cub behind me.

Woof! He was hotter than his profile pic.

Let me share what I saw.

Five eight, maybe nine. Short cropped almost black hair. Round, yet squarish masculine face. Very short dark beard . Big brown eyes with an uncertain look in them. The shape of his eyebrows gave him a pleading puppy dog look. Muscular barrel build. Strong, but not overly muscled arms, nice pecs, sturdy waist, nicely thick thighs. Not showing much at the crotch. Of course, he’d already showed me a dick pic, so I knew he wasn’t hung. Plenty of dark hair on display at the vee of his shirt and on his forearms.

I smiled and held out my hand. ” That’d be me, name’s Rusty in real life.” He smiled back and shook my hand. ” In real life I’m Beau.”, he volunteered.

We’d reached the front of the line. I asked him what he liked. He rather shyly said he should pay, because he invited me. I just raised my eyebrows and gave him a stern look. Letting him know who the Daddy was here. I swear his eyes lit up. Good! I like to be the controller and I definitely could see he wanted me to be.

Coffee and doughnuts bought, we found a table.

At first there was an awkward silence. Then I started the conversation rolling. Asked the usual questions to get a handle on Beau.

I was pleasantly surprised to find an unexpected maturity to Beau. He had a good head on his shoulders and a plan for his life. He wasn’t one of those young mans who was looking for the next big party. He had finished tech school and was just starting out in a computer programming career. The his only real problem was loneliness. But, like me, when I was his age, he just wasn’t into the guys around his age.

Truth be told, he was out of my league. I was a blue collar type guy. He was a techie, about to climb high on the tech ladder. I wasn’t sure we had much in common.

Didn’t mean thoughts of getting my hands on him didn’t cross my mind. Young or not, he was fine.

He perked up when I mentioned my art studio. He casually asked if I had anything for sale. I shrugged. For the right price, most of my artwork was for sale. He asked if he could come see my work. So I invited him to visit my studio that evening. ( I know! Older dude asks young dude if he wanted to see his etchings!)

Beau showed right on time. Looking good in a tight white tee and well worn jeans. I was glad he dressed casual. I don’t care to fuss about clothes. Not a fan of dating guys who do. There was a bit of awkwardness, as I’m kind of short on social niceties. I mean do we just shake hands, hug or what. Liked Beau, didn’t want to overstep just yet.

Settled for a firm handshake.

Led him around back to my two story garage. Up the stairs, ushered him into my studio.

Now, the first thing you see walking in, is a big bed with a wrought iron head and foot. That bed has had many a person sprawled out naked on it. And yes , it’s had it’s share of sexual escapades as well. Beau’s eyes kind of lit up at seeing it.

Then you see various props scattered around. Stuff I’ve cobbled together to create various scenes.

Then there is the hanging art. Mostly semi nudes or total nudes. Men, women and couples. Nothing too risque.

Beau seemed impressed by the work hanging out for view. He made appreciative sounds as I pulled out various portfolios or canvasses.

Then he noticed a rack I hadn’t shown him. Asked me why.

Truth be told, that rack was pretty hardcore art. When I mentioned that, Beau lit up. I grinned and gestured for him to sit on the love seat and began hauling out the pieces from the X- rated rack.

Lot of this was copies from commission work I’d done for various customers with a kinkier side. Straight, gay and a lot of in between. There was bondage, femdom, leather and lots of hard dicks, gaping holes and downright hardcore sexual acts.

I noticed Beau lingered over a few of the Daddy/Boy art pieces. Made sense, he was a younger looking for older. He also lingered over the male bondage and spanking pieces.

I was getting a decent picture of his sexual turn ons. Piqued my interest.

I leaned over Beau as he seemed stuck on one picture. As far as these pieces went it was fairly tame. What it did show was my friend Uncle Joe and his boy Lance. Lance was on his knees, Uncle Joe’s hand in his hair. Forcing Lance’s head up to look in his face. Uncle Joe was all in leather. His hard dick sticking out of his pants. Lance was totally nude except for a leather collar around his neck. His hard cock on display as well.

I leaned into Beau’s back, my hands resting on his shoulders.

” Like that one?”

” Yeah, is it for sale?”

” Sorry buddy, this was a commissioned piece. This copy is for my portfolio. I don’t have permission to sell copies.”

Beau looked so disappointed.

” But! I would be happy to do a personal version for you! Just tell me what you want and I can make it happen.”

I was massaging Beau’s muscled shoulders and neck. Beau leaned his head back against my chest. Taking that as a cue I let my hands drift down to his broad chest.

I whispered into his hair. ” Beau, I’d love to paint or draw you in the nude!”

His hand came up to grasp my hand as he cranked his head up to meet my eyes. ” Rusty? Honestly, I would hope you would like to do more than just paint me naked!”. He smiled shyly. “Judging from these paintings, you don’t shy away from the rougher side of sex. That’s what I’m into. Someone in control of me. Yet someone who can be gentle too!”

I kissed the top of head. ” I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me, Beau. Yes I can be rough. I don’t mind playing around with bondage, light S&M and such. But that’s more role-playing than anything else. I’m more the take care of people kind of guy. You read my profile?”

” Yeah, I did.”. Beau smiled up at me. ” I liked the part where you said you were a big cuddler, liked making small romantic gestures, sitting home watching movies, cooking and stuff like that! That’s one of the reasons I pinged you. That and I thought your profile pic was hot as Hell!”

Then he shifted around a bit. ” Honestly? These pictures have me horny as shit!”

I laughed into his hair. ” And having my hands massaging you isn’t relaxing you Beau? Are you wishing it was your skin I was massaging? “

Beau groaned. ” I hope this is going where I want it to!”

I slid my hands down to his belly. Pulled his tee out of his jeans. Slowly drew his shirt off most of the way, using it to capture his arms behind his head. I used one hand to immobilize his arms and let the other snake down his hairy chest.

Beau bucked and gasped as I played with his pink nipples. Hmmm, love a man with responsive nipples.

” Oh yeah Daddy! That feels so good!” Beau gasped. (Okay being called Daddy,not usually my thing. but, apparently it was Beau’s. Actually I was surprised how nice it is to be called Daddy!)

” So Beau are you asking to be my boy tonight?”

” Yes, please , I want to be your boy!”

I slid my hand down his hairy and and fingered the button of his jeans. ” Would you like me to open unbutton these?”

” Yes Daddy!”

I quickly slipped the button from it’s hole, then slipped his zipper down. Beau’s cock pushed the red fabric of his briefs out from his fly.

I lightly ran a finger over the hard length. About five inches. Medium girth. Small head.

” Beau? I want to take your pants off!”

” Yes please! “

” Now be a good boy and keep your hands behind your head!” I ordered. Beau licked his lips, eyes wide and nodded.

I went and kneeled in front of Beau. Removed one sneaker then the other. Grasped the waist of his jeans. ” Be good and lift your hips Beau.” I said softly. When Beau lifted his hips I slowly slid his jeans down, being careful to keep his underwear in place.. Once they were at his knees, I used my hands to push him back down so he was sitting. Then I pulled his jeans all the way off.

Then I sat back to look at Beau. He was so sexy. Arms behind his head, still tangled in his tee. Hairy arm pits exposed. Broad chest, small pink nipples. Firm abs. Cock pushing out the red briefs. Small ball bulge. Thick thighs. Strong calves. All covered in soft dark hair.

I began stroking his thighs, each stroke coming higher. I let my fingers trail around the leg edges of his red briefs, occasionally sliding just a bit underneath.

All the while Beau’s eyes were glued to my hands. Every time my finger dipped under his briefs, his breathing picked up.

” Beau, I’m going to put your legs over my shoulders. I want you to keep them there.”

” Yes Daddy!”

I eased his legs up, moving forward until his hips were tilted up. This let me see under his pouch, where the red fabric slipped into his crease.

I ran a finger from the head of his cock, between his small balls, then over his taint until I found his pucker. Beau moaned when I touched his most intimate spot and squirmed just a little.

” Like having your hole touched Beau?”

” Yyyeeesss!” He hissed. ” I love you touching my hole!”

” Would you like me to take off your underwear Beau?”

” Please!”

I smiled as I reached up and grabbed the waistband. Beau was eager to lose his briefs as he lifted himself for me to remove them. I eased them down watching his pretty dick pop into view, then his hairy balls. I eased back to grab both ankles in one hand to lift his legs. I slid his underwear over his legs as far as I could. I paused then. To look at the man in front of me.

Arms still locked behind his head. Legs raised and ankles captured in my hand. A vulnerable position. One Beau was allowing me to keep him in. Beau’s eyes were glued to his ankles in my hand. I saw his dick pulse and a bead of cum bubble from his slit. Oh yeah, Beau liked being controlled!

I raised his legs higher exposing under his balls. I reached out a finger to trace his pink little pucker in it’s nest of dark hair.

” Oh Daddy!” Beau panted. ” It feels so good!”. I wiggled just the tip into his tight little slit. Beau wiggled his hips a bit, trying to get more inside of himself.

His eyes were wide in protest when I took my finger away. Then they went wider when I stuck it in my mouth wetting it with spit. I looked Beau in the eyes as I held my dripping finger up for him to see. He nodded furiously, eyes begging.

I put the wet tip back against his slit and pushed. Beau sighed and arched his hips up to give me the most access. I went slow, enjoying the feel of his tight ass lips clenching my finger. Then I was feeling the hot wet of his insides. When I was seated as far as I could, I crooked my finger, searching for his magic node.

Oh man! Beau was as responsive as I’d hoped. I began to slowly finger fuck him, making sure to slide over his button every time.

” Oh Daddy! Fuck that feels so good! Yeah! Finger my hole Daddy! Fuck yeah!”

I was leaking in my jeans, watching his tight hole grasping at my finger.

But fingering Beau’s little hole wasn’t enough. I dropped Beau’s legs and stood. Beau gave me a startled look. He gasped when I leaned over to grab his wrists. Using them as leverage I rearranged him on the love seat. I made sure his hands were still locked behind his head. I grabbed his legs and pulled him until his butt was sitting on the arm. Then I pushed his legs back until his hole was exposed once more.

I knelt down between his legs, grasping his thighs to keep them spread wide. I could smell the slight funk of ball and ass sweat. I very gently touched my tongue to his little pucker. Felt it pulse against my wet tongue. It was till slightly open from my finger, so I slipped my tongue in as far as I could!

” Oh fuck yeah!” Beau let out a husky whisper. I let out a little growl, vibrating my tongue. ” Fuck, fuck fuck!” Beau gasped. “

I began to lap at Beau’s boy hole, slathering spit all over his hole, his hairy crack and taint. Beau’s moans and curses egging me on.

I worked his hole for a few minutes, but I wanted more.

I finally slid out from under Beau’s legs and stood there between them. Beau’s face was red, his hairy chest heaving, his eyes glazed.

Those eyes got wide and a smile creased his face as I started removing my shirt. Beau’s eyes seemed to appreciate my lean muscled physique. Where Beau is stocky, I’m tall and lean. Covered in gold and red hair. I’ve got the red head’s pink nipples. My body is defined if not blocky muscled.

I toed out of my sneakers and began unbuttoning my jeans. I chuckled them off and then stood there for a moment in my boxer briefs. Beau’s eyes widen again as they rested on my crotch. Seven very fat inches strained the material.

I grinned then slowly pulled down my underwear. Then Beau got to really see my cock as it popped out. Fat and full it filled out the foreskin so the dark pink head peeked through. My dick has been likened to a pop can more than once. I made it flex a bit, and precum bubbled out the slit.

Beau licked his lips. He seemed mesmerized by my cock.

” Like what you see Beau?” ” Fuck yeah!”. I peeled the foreskin all the way back, exposing my fat knob.

” You know what I’d love Beau?” ” What Daddy?”. “Your pretty mouth around my cock! Would you like to suck my cock Beau?”. ” Yyyeeesss! ” Beau gasped in a low growl.

I moved out to the floor in front of the love seat, then pointed to the floor. Beau moved quickly to kneel in front of me. It amused me that he kept his hands locked behind his head. I rested my hand on his head, then pried his hands loose and let them drop to his sides.

Beau’s eyes were fastened on my thick cock inches from his face. His tongue inched out to touch the bead of cum in my cock slit.

” That’s it, Beau. Make my cock feel good!”

That was all Beau needed to hear. His pink lips opened wide and covered my cockhead. The wet heat felt so wonderful on my dick. Beau looked up at me from under dark lashes. I rested my hand on the top of his dark head.

A shudder went through Beau. He knew I could fist his hair and fuck his face at anytime.

I gave his head a gentle nudge, forcing a little more of my cock in his mouth. Beau took the hint and tried to get as much cock inside his mouth as he could. He kept going until he gagged a little. I was impressed. Beau managed to get most of my cock in his mouth. Not every guy I’ve been with could.

Beau worked my cock for a bit, trying to cram more in with each bob. Then he pulled off my dick, a string of spit stringing between us.

” Daddy?” ” Yeah Beau?” “Will you fuck me in my mouth?”

I grinned at him. “Open up Beau!” Then I grabbed his head and pushed my cock inside his mouth until he choked on it.

Beau didn’t put his hand on my dick to keep it from gagging him. In fact making him gag seemed to turn him on. Beau didn’t seem to want gentle this time around. He wanted to be used and used hard!

So I did!

I kept thrusting, Beau took it, even when it choked him. All the while keeping his eyes on my face. Taking pleasure in seeing my pleasure reflected there, I’m guessing.

But fucking his mouth made me think about doing the same to his sweet ass! I let go of his head, pulled out of his mouth and stepped back. Beau just knelt there, questioning look in his eyes.

I walked over to the bed. Reached under it to grab the case stored there. Opened it and laid it on the bed. There were a few toys in there. But more important! Condoms and lube.

I opened a condom and worked it on to my Beau spit slicked cock. Then I uncapped the lube and began clicking up my dick, slowly. Keeping eye contact with Beau.

” Beau?” I said softly. ” Daddy?”. ” I gestured him to come to me. He got up to come stand in front of me.

I patted the bed. ” Lay down here for me Beau!”. He went to lay on his belly. ” Beau?”. He paused in laying down. ” On your back Beau.”

A shiver ran down his body at being so casually ordered around. He flipped over on his back.

“Spread your legs Beau, hands behind your head!”. Beau got into position quickly.

I reached over and gave his balls a little tug. Beau spread his legs a bit wider. I ran my hand over his cock. Gave it a couple of tugs.

” Beau?” ” Daddy?” ” I’m going to suck your cock now.”. ” Yes Daddy, thank you Daddy!”

I leaned over and sucked the smallish head into my mouth. I’ve tasted a few cocks over the years. They all taste different. Beau’s was as sweet as his face. His precum was sweet too. Beau kept in position. He didn’t try to buck into my mouth, although I could feel the tremors of his body.

I went down until the crinkly hair of his pubes were mashed by my mustache and nose. I bobbed slow, enjoying the feeling of his slim dick in my mouth.

I hadn’t been sucking long before. “Daddy?”. “Daddy, I’m going to come soon.”

I pulled off his dick to look at his face. ” Beau?” “Daddy?”. “Just this once I’m going to give you a choice.” His eyes were searching my face for a clue. “Beau? How would you like to come?”

Beau didn’t hesitate. “Fuck me Daddy! I want to feel you inside me! Make me come with your big dick!”

I sighed. I had hoped! Now my wish was being granted.

Beau watched me as I slathered more lube on my cock.

“Pull your legs back Beau, show me your hole!” I ordered.

Beau’s legs were back, hole exposed as fast as he could. I slathered lube on his pucker.

” Beau?” “Daddy?” ( Man I loved hearing him call me Daddy!)

” I’m going to loosen you up some.”. ” Thank you Daddy!”

I sank one finger in and circled it around, loosening his tight little hole. When it gaped just a bit, I slipped a second in, letting him adjust a bit. I scissors my fingers around, stretching him a bit more.

Beau started moaning and talking dirty. ” Oh Daddy that feels so good. Fuck yeah! W

Work my hole open! Get me loose for that big cock Daddy!”

By the time finger three was stretching him, Beau was practically vibrating on my hand.

“Daddy?” ” Yeah Beau?” ” Fuck me now Daddy! I’m ready for you! I want it now!”

I didn’t need an engraved invitation. Quickly, I was between his wide spread legs, tilting his hips for better access.

I lined my dick up with his hole and pushed. Just enough to get the head through.

God! One of my favorite things about fucking is that first moment I punch through tight ass lips! To feel those lips clench around the head of my dick! To see my partner’s face as they feel the stretch.

Beau’s eyes never left mine. He gasped as I stretched him open. Then I let myself slowly sink inside him. Beau let out a long deep hiss and bit his lip. I’m sure it burned a bit going in. At least so I’ve been told.

When I was fully inside him, I leaned forward until our faces were inches apart. “Beau?”. ” Yyyeeesss? “. ” Kiss me Beau!”

In a flash his lips were mashed into mine. We kissed hard! Passionately! My hard dick deep inside.

Finally I decided Beau’s hole was as adjusted to my girth as it would get for now. Still kissing I began moving inside him. Not much, just short thrusts. Beau moaned into my mouth. ” Fuck Daddy! Fuck it feels so good! Your big dick filling me up! Stretching me out! Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!”

I began to move in earnest. Long pull outs to sink slowly back in. Beau kind of lost patience. ” Fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard!”

His begging set me loose. I began to pound his ass. Gentleness wasn’t wanted. Beau wanted it rough! A litany of Fuck Yeahs were streaming from his mouth.

I grabbed his cock and jerked in time to my thrusting.

” I’m gonna come Daddy!” Beau yelled. ” Yeah Beau! Come for me! Let it out!”

Then his back was arching! He yelled Fuck one more time as his cum boiled out of his dick.

Then I was cumming too. I felt like I was never going to stop cumming inside of Beau!

I held myself inside of Beau as long as I could. We were kissing each other hard, when I finally pulled from his body.

I flopped beside Beau, then looked over. I chuckled a bit. “Beau?”. ” Yeah?”. ” You can put your arms down now!”

” Oh? Right! Thanks!”

I noticed he stopped calling me Daddy. I kind of missed it. I wondered what was going through his mind. Was he a fuck and leave kind of guy? I hoped not.

The silence between us stretched on for a good while.

“Rusty?”. ” Beau?”. ” Can I see you again some time?”. ” Yeah Beau, I’d love that. “

” Beau?”. ” Yeah Rusty?”. ” You have somewhere you need to be?” ” Yeah!” “Oh?”

He snuggled in closer. “Right here Daddy! Right here

I kind of wish I could tell you, Beau and I became a couple. We fit fairly well together. Didn’t work out that way. Beau is young and wasn’t quite ready to settle for one Daddy. Good news is Beau did become a regular fuck buddy. He may appear in other stories. He got off on being written about.

Until then may your sex be all that you need and your life be happ

My name is Nick Young and I’m currently on my knees, stark naked, with an 9-inch uncut cock down my throat, in the middle of a secluded campsite. The cock was gloriously erect, it’s engorged downward curve repeatedly ploughing against my throat, as I guzzled his colossal shaft, all the while stroking his narrow head with my limber tongue.

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” Dylan pants, groping my hair as he thrusts deeper into my mouth, moaning with pleasure.

I nod my head, my vision obscured by an immense number of dark pubes. I was elated with myself, inwardly screaming ‘It’s finally happening’ repeatedly inside my head. Dylan’s head was thrown back, as he moaned and groaned, his provocative physique straining beneath a tight tank top. Blowing my best friend was, apparently, a kink of mine. Never have I had a stiffer hard-on in my entire life.

“ARH. FUCK! FUCK NICK. FUCKING YOUR MOUTH IS SO DAMN GOOD” Dylan roars, picking up pace and face fucking me even harder.

Hearing Dylan’s gravelly voice sent me wild. Wild with animalistic pleasure as I worked Dylan’s shaft, barely able to suck air into my lungs, before my junk began to pulsate, encapsulating me in a miniature orgasm as I choked on his cock. Cum shot out of my cock, causing my eyes to roll back in ecstasy, smothering Dylan’s muscular shins with my spunk.

“Don’t you dare stop” Dylan growls. “Do you hear me? No girl has never given me head like this before”.

Still cooling off, I begin to lick his rock-hard cock before demolishing his well-hung balls, taking them into my mouth one at a time, before sucking and pinching the sensitive skin between my front teeth. This, the blowjob and the camping trip, was all Dylan’s scheme. I’ve had the hots for him for as long as I could remember. I actually came out after I got a hard-on upon glimpsing Dylan’s cock poking out of his Dolphins during basketball one time, my own cock becoming instantaneously rigid, beseeching me to jerk-off beneath the bleachers and spewing my thick load into a Kleenex.

“Aaaaaaargh! Fnrgh! Arh! Hell yeah” Dylan cried, thrusting deeper into my willing mouth.

Coming up for air, I rapidly wank Dylan off, my own cock expanding between my legs once again, as I eye Dylan zealously. His face was flushed, sweat suffusing into his tank top, as he slids a seductive hand up his happy trail, continuing on to his toned six-pack and pecks, until he reached his hardened nipples, which he crimped between his thumb and fore finger, resulting in his majestic cock swelling another inch in my hand.

“FUCK YEAH! ARH! I’M CUMING. WHERE DO YOU WANT MY LOAD?” Dylan roars.

“THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUCKING HOT” I yell, excitedly discharging another load of precum which dribbled down my thighs. “IN MY MOUTH. CUM DOWN MY THROAT”.

I devour his cock once again, trying not to retch as Dylan hammers against the back of my throat. Once I gained control over my gag reflex, I lock my lips around his base, deep throating him, feeling precum tickle down my throat, as I bob up and down, lips making a smacking sound against his balls. A moment later, his cock throbbed intensely, filling my mouth my rope after rope of his salty cum. I swallowed his load, gulping it down and savouring the taste of his succulent cream. Dylan screamed with euphoria, chest rapidly raising and falling as he endlessly pants. He pulls his cock from my mouth, a sticky string of spunk stretching from my lips to his cock.

“Get your ass in there” Dylan orders, jabbing a thumb in the direction of our erected tent.

I hoist myself to my feet, legs feeling like jelly, as I deliberately make sure our cocks slap together before entering the tent. Flopping down into the folds of our sleeping bags – though I seriously doubted any sleeping would be done tonight – I seductively lay back against my elbows, spreading my legs so Dylan would get a full-frontal view of my erect cock upon entering.

“You’re still a virgin, right?” Dylan asks gruffly, crawling towards me on his hands and knees, having sealed us inside the tent.

“Yeah” I answer, feeling my cheeks glow rouge with embarrassment.

Dylan smirks, his purposefully dishevelled hair falling over his face, as he seizes me beneath the knees and yanks me closer to him. I gasp as he mounts me, every fantasy I’ve ever had apparently coming true. Dylan claws his tank top over his head, discarding it with a flick of his wrist, displaying a god-esque, toned as fuck chest and torso which expanded my dick some more as it stands to attention against his belly button.

“I can do a thing or two about that” Dylan whispers in my ear, cocking an eyebrow as he broods down at me. “Would you like that, Nicky? I want to give you the best sex you’ll ever get”.

“Fuck, yeah” I gasp, oozing some more precum which splattered against Dylan’s brawny stomach.

Dylan climbs on top of me, his athletic physique crushing my petite form. He glowers, securing my arms above my head with a single, rugged hand before hitching my legs around his back. I began attacking him with my mouth, unable to resist such a sexy beefcake. I forced my mouth against Dylan’s sensual lips, tracing my hand down his hot-as-fuck abs until I fondled his solid cock while stimulating his head. Dylan kissed me back. To my immense satisfaction, the kiss wasn’t tender or soft. Oh no, it was rough and untamed, savage even, which caused my jaw to pound with pain as he ate my lips and tongue with ferocious and undomesticated passion. He gropes my cock, stroking my scrotum until I arched my back and moan lustily. Having this sweaty, writhing, panting man on top of me made my hole quiver. I’d penetrated myself before, forcing a finger into my anus in the shower, spurting spunk across the glass screen while I messaged my prostate. But nobody else had penetrated me, until now, that is. Dylan began to fumble in his bag, relinquishing my moistened cock until he pulled out a bottle of lube, winking at me as he squirts some on my hole before lubing me up with his fingers.

‘Put your legs around my shoulders’ Dylan growls. ‘I’ve never fucked a dude before but I’ve watched a load of gay porn’.

I eagerly hitch my legs around his shoulders, moaning as he began to thrust against me, frotting our dicks together with one hand and inserting a finger into my wet hole with the other. The pressure of his penetration felt phenomenal, as did the sensation of our cocks rubbing together, stimulating the entire lengths of each others junk, simultaneously, with every thrust of our hips.

“Arh! Fuck! Fuck! This is so good” I scream, staring down at our erect dicks, both oozing precum, making the need for a second spurt of lube unnecessary. “Arh! I can take another finger”.

Dylan locks my jaw into a kiss once more, jabbing his flexible tongue down my throat.

“You’re gonna have more than two fingers inside your hole by the time I’m through with you, Nicky’ Dylan rasps, stretching my hole by slipping another finger inside me. I scream with ecstasy, before reaching down and opening my ass cheeks further for him.

“Do it!” I pant, my hole desperate to eat its first dick. “Put that huge cock inside me and fill me up with your cream”.

Dylan flashes me a smug look, intoxicated by my degrading bid for penetration. He wrestles with his duffle bag once again, provoking tension, before tearing out a packet of XL condoms.

“No rubber” I pant, smacking the box away forcibly. 

“Barebacking, huh?” Dylan growls. “I’m down for that”.

“Good. Now get on with fucking me. I NEED you inside my man pussy”.

Dylan assaults my face again, stretching my jaw wide as our tongues collide in passionate combat. In one fluid motion, he extracts his tongue before licking every part of me he could possibly reach, achingly leaving hickies in his wake as he suckles my neck, my shoulders, my collar bone, my earlobes, my chest, my iron-firm nipples, which blossomed into throbbing bruises as I relished in the ecstasy of every bite.

“Let’s fuck” Dylan pants, yanking himself onto his knees as he takes an ankle in each fist and stretches my legs wide open, glowering down at me with a hungry expression fixed on his face.

Swiftly, Dylan seizes his erect cock, provoking pleasure as he strokes my eager hole with his moist dick, erotically arousing my ass, before plunging inside me relentlessly. I shriek, eyes smarting at the agony of being torn in two, while digging my finger nails into Dylan’s burly thighs. Dylan, however, moaned with unadulterated lust.

“FUCK. ARH, FUCK. YOU’RE KILLING ME” I scream, the pain transforming tenfold as every muscle in my body clenched.

“Relax your ass” Dylan pants, thrusting his mammoth cock deeper inside me.

Writhing, I loosen my ass, allowing Dylan to fill my hole with his dick completely. Suddenly, a wave of arousal washed over me, causing sweat to bead on my skin as I open my mouth wide, moaning and panting as Dylan fiercely pounds me raw.

“ARH! WHOA! YES, YES, YES. FUCK MY MAN PUSSY WITH EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT” I scream, arching my back and grasping the sleeping bag in my sweaty fists.

Dylan flashes me a grin, face screwed up as his cock began to pulsate inside me, whilst he picked up momentum and repeatedly humped me within an inch of my life. One moment he was fucking me savagely, the next he was deliberately pounding me, hips undulating skilfully as he pulled his cock all the way out of my wet manpussy only to shove it into my prostate once more. I call out in ecstasy every time, drenched with a musky layer of sweat. Rising my legs above his head, Dylan forces my feet over his right shoulder, freeing up a burly hand which began working my shaft, squelching with our mingled cocktail of precum, as my junk stiffened another inch.

“FUCK ME HARDER. THAT’S IT!” I scream.

Dylan didn’t need asking twice. He was always eager to please his best friend and this time wouldn’t be any different. He smacks against me ferociously, fucking me madly, chafing my cock as he wanked me off.

“FUCKING HELL! I’M GONNA CUM!” Dylan screams, panting heavily as his balls turn blue and his glorious cock throbs before shooting continuous ropes of flaming spunk into my pulsating arsehole.

“HELL YEAH!” I shriek, aroused to the point of ejaculation by the aromatic stench of pungent sex that hung in the air. “AAAAAAARGH! I’M COMING! I’M FUCKING CUMING!”.

I ejaculate my cosmic load, smothering Dylan’s muscular torso with rope after rope of fiery spunk, as I writhe and thrash beneath the beefcake still inside my hole. My breath escaped me in quick bursts as I panted, stretched out on my back, enthralled by the greatest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Dylan messaged my cream into his skin, rubbing himself provocatively over every part of his anatomy he could reach, eyeing me up without breaking eye contact once. He ran a finger over my softening cock, lapping up some of my cum before sucking it off his thumb seductively. Watching him consume my cream was enough to stiffen my spent dick once again, as I mirrored him by wiping my index finger over his still throbbing cock, him having pulled out of me which spilled his load from my pulsating ass, sampling his spunk which tasted bitter and gloriously salty.

“You taste fucking amazing” I applaud, as Dylan collapses beside me, both of us gasping for breath. “Are you sure you’re straight? Because you fucked me like a queer pornstar”.

“I’m not so sure anymore” Dylan pants. “That orgasm was mind blowing. I’ve never one like that with a chick before”.

That was the best string of words that had ever escaped Dylan’s lips. If him questioning his sexuality meant more raunchy camping, then I was game. I beam, overcome with lust once again as I climb on top of the sexiest man on the fucking planet, and give him head again. He spewed his load within minutes this time, filling my mouth with cum which I gargled with relish. Reversing roles completely, I mount Dylan, forcing his lips open with my tongue before feeding him his spunk, transferring it between us as we passionately kiss.

“I want to ride you all through the fucking night” I moan, a strand of spunk hanging from my lips and into his mouth.

We did just that. We fucked passionately until sun rise, after which we fell asleep in each others arms, our spunk drying on our chests, dreaming of all the steamy morning sex we’d have when we awoke. 

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Early Tuesday afternoon calm let Josie Donahoe dust her knickknacks. The morning’s housework had not been difficult. She did her nails.

There had been time for coffee and a little gossip with Agnes Whittington next door. The Whittington boy, Dick, was away at college. Not much news about him. Used to be such a cut-up.

A good listener who stayed at home with Dick’s cat, Agnes was used to hearing the latest about fourteen-year-old Troy Donahoe. He made good grades, had friends at school, needed next-size clothes (first growth spurt). Usual teen problems, except no acne – yet.

Her grocery store visit around noon gave Josie a chance meeting with the mother of Troy’s idol, middle school sports star Brad Pittman. Exchanged pleasantries about two-for-one sale items, coupon clipping, and the deli section’s new potato-leek and reliable chicken-noodle soups.

They ate lunch there. Soup and crackers.

Mrs. Pittman spoke of tall, fifteen-year-old Brad’s popularity with teammates and the school’s two coaches. “They eat up a lot of his free time. He often doesn’t get home before suppertime. He’s at the stage when he doesn’t talk about what he does exactly – but he always arrives in time to eat. He’s developing so fast these days from all those workouts they give him. Why, he’s already manly. Big and tall and…long,” she bragged.”

* * * *

Laundry day. Josie, noticing certain track marks in her Troy’s briefs, spoke with him about the problems ahead. “Your emissions are a good sign, son. Do they just happen or do you make them happen?”

“Both already, Mom,” he was open. “First, when I was sleeping, then when I was running down the hall at school, and a lot after that. Miss Marwood noticed. Told me to check with Coach Adams about it. He checked me thoroughly all over to make sure I was all right. Real nice, he showed me how to work my fingers, you know, back and forth, and said to use tissues.”

She pulled him to her and kissed his head. “Let me know when you need a fresh box. How about your friends? Do Nathan and Brett use tissues?”

“Not when we’re comparing how far we can shoot during recess. We get it on our fingers.” A bit boastfully, Troy added, “Brett showed me and Nate how to wipe it in our cracks and, if there’s any left, to wipe that on our pants legs.”

“Really? Where did he learn to do that – from another boy?”

“No, ma’am, from the Coach. Can I tell you a secret?”

“I told you one, remember? – about when your Dad left with his friend and how we wouldn’t tell that to anyone else.”

“I haven’t.”

“Right,” she kissed his forehead. “So I won’t tell yours.”

“Well, Coach says he uses his fingers on Elton’s in the john then wipes it all inside Elton’s butt, a finger at a time. Elton says it gets absorbed and helps him grow. And, you know what, Mom? Elton’s already bigger than me or any of my friends.”

“Sweetheart, why is that a secret? When boys are growing up, it stands to reason they’ll benefit from a man’s help. Want me to call Coach Adams or Coach Menendez?”

“There’s something else I haven’t told you.”

Troy, sensitive to his Mom’s role as a single parent, did not want to hurt her feelings. But he was honest. Had to be. She taught him that.

His eyes went watery when he said, “Coach says dads are supposed to inject their sons to help them grow.” He tried to whisper, “Elton’s dad, Mr. Ganzwich, pumps him with man juice first thing before breakfast every morning.” His voice broke, “Mr. Schmidt started feeding his juice to Nate a week ago and Mr. Haley’s been doing it for Nathan longer than that.” He sniffled, putting his face in Josie’s apron, “I don’t have a dad. So I’m not growing fast like they are, Mom,” he looked up in pathos.

Her son needed a man. All the men she knew had sons to deal with. Unmarried men – she didn’t run in those circles. Her job was at home with her knickknacks and darling Troy. A hand on Troy’s bottom was a comfort to them both.

As she patted him there, it dawned that his bottom was small and tight. “Sweetheart, let Mommy see where you’ve wiped your emission.”

Bared was a site certain men would pay to see. A circle, pinker than the fleshy mounds surrounding it, damp in its center with bits of crust further out. So tiny its entry point that Josie had to ask, “Are you able to get your finger in there?”

“Not really. Nathan’s and Nate’s fingers can poke through when they push. Maybe you can?” He sounded hopeful.

“Mommy would but she’s just done her manicure. Anyway, we need to get you someone who’s right for the job. Let’s see, tomorrow’s Saturday…”

* * * *

Martha Pittman was elated. Her Brad, with no sports events scheduled for Saturday, would be making pocket money working for Josie Donahoe, coaching her precious Troy. Very good. He could transmit to that wimpy boy some of what he got from his coaches at school.

For his part, handsome Brad welcomed the opportunity. Except when she was cooking meals for him, his clueless mother’s mind was on her Bridge game strategies. She had no idea about what men and teens did. Mrs. Donahoe, on the other hand, did and was willing to pay him for it.

She had told him exactly what she wanted from him. To be like a grown-up.

Throbbing as he rang the Donahoe doorbell, he thought,I get paid for paying it forward.

The door opened. Josie Donahoe, with a radiant smile, looked at Brad’s movie-star face, sports-broad shoulders, hewn muscularity, advantageously long fingers, and – Oh my goodness! – dashing pole pointing sideways in his pull-ons. Before thinking to invite in her Dad-stand-in, she trilled, “Troy! Come here, Mommy’s got a surprise for you.”

Ca-ching! – went Troy’s eyes. Josie could practically hear his heart’s drumroll.

“Baby, don’t faint. Brad’s going to update you. He’s with us all day. Come over here and feel what he’s got for you.”

Drool from Troy’s open mouth shone on his chin as he reached tentatively to touch what had been only in his daydreams. While he touched and ran desperate fingers along length behind stretchy cloth, Brad collected some of the drool and returned it to the teen’s mouth.

“Take this back. We’re going to need it.”

Until lunchtime, when Josie took them to Burger Bob’s nearby (letting them gorge on favored junk food), Troy learned about his personal diameter from one of Brad’s fingers. He was uncertain which, but it did not matter.

A lot of saliva eventually led to single-knuckle penetration. From behind while Troy stood, legs together, Brad insinuated his gigger (or middle finger), let it be repelled, stuck it in again, and, after several times and more of what he called “eco-friendly lube” from Troy’s lips, he barraged the hole like a machine gun – solely with that first knuckle.

Troy leaned back seeking relief, was caught by strong Brad, and pierced to the second knuckle.

Two knuckles were rapidly driven in and out before the finger hooked him like a fish and pulled.

“Be still. You’re my catch.”

An hour followed ‘full-finger-four,’ as Brad called his four-inch finger. “You take it, take it from me – like you’re supposed to. And stop making that noise or, or…I’ll go home. You want to disappoint your mother? Or you want her to know you appreciate how much she loves you to get me over here?”

The reaming slowed and stopped when Troy called out, “Mom, I’m getting it!”

He did, for the next hour – with two fingers extending his diameter’s dimension. Discomfort ebbed with sphincter’s exhaustion.

At lunch, Troy wriggled as he chewed his salty French fries and listened to Brad spinning a tale about his coaches. “They got through to me because, naturally, with my athletic ability running parallel to my early puberty in elementary school, I was eager. Coach Menendez took me under his care. Pretty soon, in addition to the exercises I started on Troy here, I was pole-vaulting. Coach taught me a lot about approaches and landings.”

Josie asked, “What motivations did he use to get the most out of you?”

“It was mostly what he put into me,” Brad beamed, “and how he pointed to Coach Adams’ work with Dick Whittington. Over and over, as he was plying me with everything he had, he’d tell me, ‘Brad, Dick’s going off to college soon. You can take his place under Coach Adams’ guidance. I’m grooming you for that. Now let’s work on some new positions.’

“His personal interest even went so far as to hide me with him in a special area of the locker room so I could, like, spy on Dick’s final prep sessions of college, the last two ’specially because they involved State College Coach Linebacker testing Walt’s readiness for team play.”

“You must have been terribly excited.”

“Oh Mrs. Donahoe, I would’ve messed up bad if Coach Menendez hadn’t pinioned me from the start and was holding me tight against him, one hand covering my mouth. Convinced me to give it up. He drilled me right there, standing up – even pinched my nose to keep me quiet.

“After that and ever since, he and Coach Adams infuse me before any, I mean every game, or match, or event like Track and Field – and I always place or win. Now they’re training me extra hard because I’m going up for the MVB Trophy.”

Troy looked up, “What’s MVB?”

Voice close to normal, Brad said, “Most Valuable Butt. Dick won it – and look at where he is now, on full scholarships and all.”

“Honey,” Josie solicited her son, “hear that? Scholarships for college?” Waiting, she sucked the straw for the last of her orange soda.

“Mom, I’m fourteen. I just got partially opened. What do you want from me?”

Brad answered, “Your enthusiastic consent, Troy.” He leaned close, “When we get back to your place, we’ll revisit one and two, then go to three – three fingers, you understand. Then I’m going to give you the real thing.”

To the two Donahoes’ astonishment, Brad took the check, paid for the meal with a credit card, and said, “Let’s go.” Very in-charge behavior.

* * * *

“Stop that. No playing with your dick while I’m fingering you. Want to do something useful, play with your balls. Smack ’em, pull ’em, but no masturbating. My rule.”

Brad’s words recalled those of Coach Menendez. His driving fingers the same. How good it was to dominate! Troy whined, was threatened with a spank, toned himself down, was fed second and third fingers, gave up resisting, felt himself being scoured inside, relaxed into certain strokes, received the compliment, “Good boy,” and was entered from behind by what unmistakably must be his idol’s cock, fully two inches longer than his own.

Lean, shaven-hairless flanks propelled the cock with enthusiasm. Brad watched himself, documentary images of spear-chuckers and harpoon-tossers flitting through his mind.

His brow grew damp with the need to control shifting moves, accelerations, precipitous dives deep, bottomings-out, more thoughtful ascents and descents, before gathering determination and speed to catapult a fresh balls-load of white stuff into the back gate of Troy.

Wait.

With a shake of his head to clear it of orgasmic haze, Brad looked to see what he knew to be happening, Troy’s instinctual ejection of his ass’s invader and tightening clasp to retain its deposit. His cock’s coating reflected light. Pride filled his chest.

Without washing, he donned pants and, shapely torso bare, went to find Mrs. Pittman.

“Oh Brad, are you done already? I’ll get my purse.”

“No ma’am. I just wanted to let you know that round one has been completed. Troy needs some time to rest.”

“Would you like a towel? Something to drink?” To be solicitous was part of her nature. She ogled his fifteen-year-old perfection. Thought about the good fortune of being able to deliver it to her precious Troy.

“No ma’am, I’ll have a better idea about Troy after our next round, but I’m thinking he may be something special.”

“How’s that?”

“There’s a chance he may have a future with the athletic department at school – as our mascot.”

Bolt upright, she stared.

“You see, the coaches are switching me over to share some of their duties. That means some of our coming athletes will need help. If I’m right, Troy could rack up some good mileage in our locker room, get phys-ed credit for it, and go with us when we’re on the road. That would be,” he used one of his coach’s expressions, “very broadening.”

Their conversation lasted until Brad felt his duty was to return to Troy for their second round.

Hardly had he slipped off his pull-ons than the sight of sleeping Troy’s luscious bottom raised his manhood. A dollop of KY gel effected an easier entry than otherwise. He was half in before Troy was awakened. The remainder met no resistance.

“You going to do that again?” was muffled by a mouthful of bedsheet.

“Yes, I’m going to search you really well now and again later. That’ll be re-search. Don’t you get it?”

“I’m getting it, but it’s not funny.”

“What is it then?” He flexed in and out with sinuous flow of pelvis.

“Nnnngh…nnngh…I don’t…know…but it’s feeling better this time. Can you do it for a long time?”

“Shall I?” His steady pace seemed just what Troy could handle.

“I think Mom wants you to. I heard what you were talking about. I like it now.”

“Your mother knows best,” Brad parroted.

For minutes, he blanketed Troy with his body until satisfied that the boy was ready for some excitement. Flashbacks to Coach Menendez’ pummeling when he was much younger prevented too vigorous a fuck. “Only what you can absorb,” he had said, “until you can benefit from more.”

So, Brad screwed.

Troy moaned quietly.

Brad removed his hands from the boy’s shoulders and scooted them beneath his undeveloped chest. Troy’s nipples responded to pinches. That is, his bottom did – by jolting back and up.

More pinches, more jolts.

“Troy,” Brad caught his breath, “you’re fucking me!”

Not with either of his coaches had Brad responded in such fashion. This was new.

He regularized the work of his thumbs and forefingers.

Troy’s butt bounced reflexively stripping skin and pole better than a masturbating hand. In little time, the action had Brad’s body humming, thrumming, cumming.

He splashed into Troy’s rectum and thrashed uncontrollably in the mix of personal effluvients swimming there. His climax wrested from him by the virgin boy he was there to open! A madness to keep under cover – for the right moment.

My god, what we could do with him as our mascot.

Head a-spin, Brad abandoned Troy, who snuggled with his sheet and drifted off again.

“Round two, Mrs. Donohoe,” he made an okay sign with KY-shiny fingers.

“Was Troy a good boy?”

“Better than good – amazing.”

“Already?”

“Coach Adams would call him a quick study. I’m thinking that if Troy makes it through round three with anything like what just happened, he’ll be a shoe-in for mascot at school.”

She handed him a glass of cool water, “Tell me about Miss Marwood at school. Troy said she first pointed him to Coach Adams when she spotted his problem.”

“She’s amazing – I know, I use that word a lot – but it’s true. She’s our disciplinarian and does counseling and oversees students with homework problems. Tough cases are referred to her – with parental consent – and she treats them using her methods.”

“And what are those?”

He swigged. His Adam’s apple moved up and down like a crazy elevator. He asked, “More, please.” He drank most of another glass, “Nobody talks about them except hush-hush. They say she’s got restraints and these, like, halter things she puts on them. Anyway, I don’t want to find out. That’s why I’m such a good student overall and ‘in’ with my coaches.”

Her smile beguiled. “Want to take some water to Troy? He’s probably dehydrated.”

His ass isn’t.

Glass in hand, he woke Troy. “Here, your mom, wants you freshened up for me.”

Troy sat up. Sipped before swallowing. Handed back the glass. Looked longingly at Brad and said, “I got a lot out of your last visit.”

The glint in the boy’s eyes proved titillating for one new to studly pursuits. That glint caused his scrotum’s nerve endings to itch and his man-part to quicken, eager to sow seeds a third time.

I’ll show him.

Troy showed Brad his bottom – by toppling to his back and raising his legs. “What if you do me this way?”

“No KY for you. Here, spit in my hand.”

His cock thus laved, Brad took Troy’s ankles, pretending he knew the position he had only heard about for guys and girls. He shoved them up, then way back, nudged the hole and, in his huskiest voice, ordered, “Put it in.”

He sank in where moist muscles quivered with anticipation.

“Fuck me.” Troy’s tone – somehow shadowy, even cold.

“You ready for it?”

“Fuck me. Or I’ll call Mom…and tell her not to pay you.”

As he began the motions, at first imperceptibly as if guided by impulse not to hurry, Brad noticed Troy’s eyes closing. Ecstasy? Certainly, his look was one of concentration, possibly on the sensation. Easy were the strokes he took within Troy’s now narrowed canal. Differences – how could there be differences?

The head of his hypersensitive cock sensed more friction and less liquescence. Had Troy metabolized previous fluid deposits? He, Brad, had never done that after infusions from his coaches – not even the times both had fucked him repeatedly in the same afternoon. Bent over a saw horse and on a wrestling mat, those events up his ass had his skin everywhere crawling wonderfully.

He laid into Troy with something of the sort in mind as an outcome for the boy. The harder he worked at it, the closer his face got to Troy’s, to Troy’s closed eyes and parted lips, lips that exposed the tip of a swimmingly wet crimson tongue. Would it be like anything in his life if he were to…

He did. He pursed his lips, pressed in deep down below, and moved forward to claim his prize.

Tongue met tongue about the time dick poked prostate. Everything dormant came to life at once. They banged together tight as a Gordian knot for about two seconds then cut loose. Sexual imperatives only teens could survive sent them ripping and tearing at each other. Their wild embraces squeezed the breath from themselves. Had both wheezing for air, pausing for same, then fucking past orgasms until totally drained.

In steady descent from their stratospheric high, cheek to cheek murmuring incoherently, both relished spasms of their connection. Brad’s cock seemed not to know what to do as encompassing Troy trembled around its shrinkage. Once out, its owner toppled off his dominant position and fell to one side spent.

Troy straightened his legs, dropped them to the floor, and stood up. He regarded Brad’s disheveled hair and weakened state with sympathy, clutched his anus to secure what it held, looked for something wrap around himself, stepped to the bathroom for a towel, and walked into the kitchen.

“Hi, Mom. Doing a crossword?”

“I am, a not very challenging one, themed around nursery rhymes. How’s Brad?”

“Needs some time to rest.”

“Everything’s okay?”

“My bed’s in shambles.”

“Have some milk. There’re cookies – the one’s you like, Oreos – in the pantry.”

Smalltalk, some over the crossword, occupied the conspirators until Brad woke. They heard him rustling for his clothes, stumping a toe, uttering a curse, yawning, running the lavatory. Finally, he entered their space.

Troy asked, “How are your hips?”

Brad tested by making hula moves. Laughed. Looked at Mrs. Donahoe, “Am I approved for pay?”

She handed over an envelope, “In full.”

“And I’m full,” said Troy putting down his empty milk glass, “in both places.” He rose from the table, rubbed his stomach. He held still casting a look in his mom’s direction. She reached over to pat his butt.

“Troy and I wish you a very good remainder of the weekend. We may be interested in your idea of his serving as athletic department mascot.”

“Oh wow! That would be great.”

“Why don’t you check with those two coaches and see whether they can drop in on us tomorrow. I want to meet them.”

“You do?”

“I do.”

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My phone rings. I recognize the name but it isn’t golfing season. I’ve only talked briefly with this guy a couple of times. We play golf sometimes with the same group of men. He asks me if I ever fool around in any gay porn sites. I almost hang up, but I do spend some time there. He laughs and tells me where he saw my profile. He says he is a master dom of sorts and is always looking for submissive tramps like me to play with. This time I do hang up. 

He texts me the link to my profile and tells me he has all the dozen of our mutual friend’s numbers. I barely remember this guy. We meet at a bar in Spokane. He tells me to be sure to wear panties and a bra under my clothes. I recognize him better now. He is a big, middle-aged hairy fucker. Before I can sit down he gets right up and back out the door we go. He pulls me aside from his truck and opens the door. “Get in, bitch.”

On the front seat are two pairs of police handcuffs, some rope, a roll of duct tape, and a red rubber ball gag. I’m really nervous as it is, and not really excited about getting in this guys truck. Even more, seeing the bondage gear. “If you behave, I won’t need to put you in those, and throw you in the back.” I quietly slide the items aside and get in. 

We drive for a while, until after dark. He tells me he has been married and divorced several times because he keeps coming back to what he really is. He can’t stop thinking about boys who he turns into sex slaves using leather and chains and all sorts of other disturbing things. He tells me I am much older than his usual victims. 

Victims? I’m his victim now somehow? He pulls off the highway and tells me to turn around. He roughly pulls my arms back and uses the handcuffs to lock them behind my back. I remind him he promised not to use them. Before I can let out another word the huge rubber ball pops into my mouth. He pushes it in deep. I’m choking on it. He pulls hard, buckling the strap tightly behind my head. The rope ends up around my ankles, binding them together. He pushes me back into the seat, pulls the seatbelt around me, and locks it in place. “That will shut you up, bitch.”

For the rest of the drive, he asks me one question after another. He has read my profile and my posts on the website carefully. 

“So, you like to pretend to be a kidnap victim? Bound and gagged? Dressed like some silly schoolgirl or a maid or something? Are those your perverted fantasies” I shyly nod.

Into a large garage next to a big old house. The big metal door closes behind us. He leans in close. He takes my head in his hands, face to face. “I’m going to fulfill your dreams and fantasies for you this weekend. You’re going to be the helpless, submissive girl you always wanted to be. You’re going to be my bimbo slut. I’m going to do that for you. Then I’m going to fuck you every which way I can think of. And I can think of a lot of ways to fuck.”

We’re lying on the twin bed, exchanging kisses and caresses in the soft late-autumn sunshine pouring in through the window.  Tongues wrestle and dance, teeth tease and nibble, fingers wander up and down bodies, dong and peanut slide, rub together through clothing.

A moan, long and low and vibrating between us.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, not now, our brothers are in the other room.”

“Ssh, pretty boy, the twerp and the chicklet know what we’re doing and they don’t care.  Ain’t you noticed they turned the tv volume up so they wouldn’t have to listen?”

Another kiss, tasting ourselves to confirm we still like the other’s flavor.

“You, you really shouldn’t call your brother chicklet, y’know.  He hates it.”

“Why do you think I do it?  I used to call him something similar but nastier as an insult, but I don’t say that word anymore.  Now I’m not trying to belittle, just annoy him.  Besides, you call your brother twerp, don’t you?”

“I’ve always called him twerp, he’s never been bothered.  He’s always known he matters to me.  Why are we talking about our brothers?”

“No idea.  I’d rather talk about getting you out of these clothes.”

“We shouldn’t.”

“Why not, pretty boy?”

“Um, because –”

“You know what?  I don’t care about whys.  Take off your shirt.  Now.”

“But—”

“I gave you an order, pretty boy.”

“Yuh, yes sir.  That’s still so weird.”

“You were the one who wanted to call me ‘sir’.  I’d’ve been happy with ‘your majesty’, but –”

Lips press to lips.  “I didn’t say I didn’t like calling you ‘sir’, only that it’s weird.  I’ll get used to it.”

“I never will.  Every time you say the word butterflies flutter in my belly.”

Giggle.  “Sir.”

Another kiss.  Sweet, so sweet, but singed by fire.

Fingers stroke muscular pecs, tug on individual hairs.  “Such a sexy chest.  So hairy, so strong, so big.  Abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous nips.”

An indrawn hiss.

“You like when I nibble your titty, don’t you, pretty boy?”

“I, I love it.”  Another indrawn hiss.  “Not so hard, sir, please don’t be mean.  Sssss!”

“You like when I’m mean.”

“Not with my brother down the hall!  What, what are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?  I’m opening your belt.”

“Please don’t, sir.  Please.  Oh, oh oh oh.”

Fingers sliding up and down, our heat delicious friction, or is it the other way ‘round?

“You have such a pretty peanut.  Such a pretty everything.  Did I tell you yet you’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen in my life?”

“You told me earlier.  You tell me every day.”

“And I mean it every day.  You’re the prettiest boy in the world to me, especially when you submit.”

“Oh, sir.  OH!  My balls, sir, you’re –”

“Yes, I’m squeezing your balls.”

“Please don’t be mean, sir, please don’t be mean!”  A groan, loud and deep, rumbling through both our bodies.

“I won’t be mean.  I promise.  At least, I won’t be mean if you take off your pants.”

“But your mom –”

“Won’t be home for an hour, and if by chance she does show up early the chicklet and the twerp will distract her until we get dressed.”

“But she’ll still guess we were back here in your room.  You know, alone.”

Shrug.  “She knows we’re together.  Doesn’t like it much, but she knows.”

“My point!”

 Another shrug.  “She’ll just figure we were back here doing exactly what we’re doing and be too embarrassed to bring the subject up.  Don’t you love how that works?”

“Still, sir, we shouldn’t.”

“Ah, pretty boy, yes we should.  Feel how hard I am for you?”

Grinding together, two hard cocks separated by one layer of denim.

“Yes, yes sir, I feel it, feel your big dong, but we, oh sir, please don’t make me do this!”

“If you really want me to stop, you’ll safeword.”

“. . .”

“I figured as much.  Damn.  So pretty.”

“Uh, sir?”

“Hmm?”

“If I have to be naked, so do you.”

“Is that an order, pretty boy?”

“Well, maybe more of a request.”

“Good boy.”

“Ssssss.  Th-thank you, sir.”

“I thought you didn’t want to do anything, with our brothers down the hall?”

“Our who?”

“Ha.  Of course I’ll take my clothes off for you.  Like I could refuse you anything.”

“So selfless of you, sir.  Ouch!”

“Don’t sass me.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m really not.  Ouch!”  A brief pause.  “I, uh, I talked to my therapist about . . . about us today.”

“Did you tell her you loved my dong up your chute, explain how you cum all over yourself when I’m hammering your sweet spot?”

“Er, not in those words.”

“God, you’re so pretty when your cheeks heat.”

“She said as long as there was consent and respect, she saw nothing wrong in . . . in . . . what we do.”

“You mean me ordering you about, taking advantage of your willing body, using you as I see fit.”

“Yes sir.  Not in those words.”  Another indrawn hiss.  “Fuck, I’m always amazed at the size of your dong.”

“Big, huh?”

“The biggest.  So long, so thick.”

“Thicker than the twerp?”

Smirk.  “No, he’s got you by a pube or so.  What, is my master the teeniest bit envious of my little brother?”

“Watch it, pretty boy.”

“Yes, sir.  Sorry, sir.”

“No, you’re not.”

A hum of neither affirmation nor denial.

“I ain’t the slightest bit jealous of the twerp.”

“Of course not, sir.”

“You know why I’m not jealous?”

“Why, sir?”

“Two reasons.  One, he may be thicker, but I’m a fuck of a lot longer.”

Another hum, this time of complete and total agreement.

“And two, I’ve got you now.  I appreciate how he held you together when you needed him, but I’m here to satisfy your needs from here on out, and I’m never gonna let you go.”

“I don’t want you to let me go.”

“You’re my pretty boy.”

“And you’re my master.”

“Damn straight.  Get up here, it’s been way too long since I tasted you, at least two minutes.”

“An eternity, sir.”

Tongues slither and shiver together, lips smack and suckle, noses cross and cross again, a minor annoyance in the grand pleasures of kissing.

“Mmmm.”

“Mmmm-hmmm.”

“Sir?”  Voice breathless.

“Yeah, pretty boy?”  Tone amused, cocky.

“Can I, may I please –”

“Please what?  Be specific.”

“Please let me suck your dong, sir?”

“What was that?  I didn’t hear you.”

“Please, sir, I need your dong in my mouth.”

“Oh, really?  How bad, pretty boy?  How bad do you want it?”

“Pretty bad, sir.  I’m drooling just imagining.”

“I don’t see any drool.”

“Er, hyperbole, sir.  It means –”

“I know what it means, don’t we use the same textbooks even though we go to different schools?”

“Yes, sir.  Of course, sir.”

“Grrr.  Nah, I don’t think you need to suck me.”

“What?  Why, sir?”

“You don’t want it bad enough.”

“I do, sir, I really do!”

“I don’t see any drool.  Don’t see any hyperboles either, unless they’re hiding under the bed.”

“Sir, please don’t be mean, don’t tease me!”

“I’m not teasing you.  You said you drooled just imagining my dong in your mouth, but I don’t see any drool.  Show me how bad you want my dong.  Drool for me.”

“Um, I don’t think I can drool on command.  Unless . . .”  A long string of precum stretching from fingertip to piss-slit.  “Does peanut drool count, sir?”

“All that pre just from thinking about my dong in your mouth?  Fuck yeah, it counts!  Get on me.”

“Yes, sir, oh thank you sir.”  Lips on dong, stretching over glans.  Warmth meets warmth, moisture runs in rivulets down shaft.  An age-old question, who gets the most pleasure, the sucker or the suckee?  Do the distinctions matter?  Are they distinctions at all?

“Fuck, pretty boy, nobody has ever ever ever loved on my dong the way you do.  Go on, try a little deeper.”

Gag.

“Try again, there ya go, there ya go, there ya go, ah, so good, pretty boy, so good.”

Panting.  “Thank you, sir.  I try.  One of these days I’ll take the whole thing.”  Still panting.

“I have faith in you.  Turn around, lay on your side with your – yeah, perfect.”  A long, appreciative sniff.  “I used to hate sucking dick, but that was before I discovered how sweet peanuts taste.”  Swallow.  To the pubes, baby, to the pubes.

“Ah ah ah . . .  Sir, your mouth, oh your mouth.”

“Shut up and suck.”

“Yes sir.  God, I love your dong.”

The sounds of fellatio, murmurs and moans and squelches.  Electricity cycles through us, volts of lightning from mouth to dick to mouth to dick, sizzling circuits.  Fingers stroke through feathered hair and crewcut.  Caresses dissipate into steam and settle on our skin.  The bed creaks.

Groan.  “When you touch me there, sir . . .”

“Where?  Here?”

“Ahhh.  Sir, when you touch me there it makes me . . . makes me . . .”

“Makes you what, pretty boy?”

“Makes me want you to fuck me, sir, but we can’t, your mother will be home soon.”

“We’ve been through this.  We’ll be fine.”

Penetration, and a long, low hiss.  “Easy, sir, please be easy, don’t be mean.”

“Maybe you’re just not slick enough.”

“What are you . . . oh fuck, oh fuck, this is . . . this is new, sir!”

Tongue swirling around hole.  Licking.  Digging.  Intimacy unimagined.

Bliss.

“Fuck . . . sir . . . your tongue . . .”

“Mmmmm.”

“You . . . I never dreamed . . . I . . . we . . . you . . .”  Reduced to babbles.  “Need you . . . need you, sir . . . I NEED!”

“Fuck, the way you taste, pretty boy.  You know what you taste like?  Here!”

Mouths mash, tongue intrudes, the flavor of pretty boy washing between us.

A moan, long and low and, this time, pulsating with desire.  “Your dong, your long thick dong in me, sir.  Please!”

“Gonna give it to you, pretty boy.”  Panting with lust.  “Gonna fuck you so hard, so good, gonna make you wail with ecstasy.”  Lube in hand, slickening fingers, dripping across spasming anus, eager dong.  “Raise your knees, spread your cheeks.  Damn, such a pretty hole.”

“Hurry, sir, hurry.  Sssss, oh my god.”

“That’s it, baby, that’s it, pretty boy.  Let me in.”

“Easy, sir, be easy, please don’t be mean.”

“Fuck, you’re tight.  That’s it, that’s it, relax for me, baby.”

Stretching.  More moans.  “Please, sir, ple—sssss.  Ah-AH-AH-AH!”

“Ssh, pretty boy.  Relax.  Breathe.  Let me in.”

“Fuck, sir, so thick!”

“Not as thick as the twerp, I thought?”

“Don’t be – OW!  Sssss, easy!”

Heavy, don’t-give-a-crap-about-the-creaky-runner footsteps in the hall, then BAM BAM BAM on the door.

“Will you two please keep it down to a dull roar?  We’re trying to watch a movie out here!”

“Fuck off, twerp.”

“Only my bro gets to call me twerp, jerk.”  Indistinct words from the living room.  “And your brother says you better not be screwing on his bed.”

“Tell the chicklet we’re not using his bed but we’re gonna skeet on his pillow.”

A heavy kick rattles the door.  “So gross, jerk.”  The footsteps retreat, along with a grumbling twerp.

“Your brother doesn’t like me.”

“Well, you did tell him to fuck off.  Ssss, easy . . . easy . . . He still doesn’t forgive you.”

“I don’t blame him.  I hurt you.  All I can do to earn his trust is to keep on keeping on, prove with my actions my commitment to never hurting you again.”

“I . . . shit, you’re big . . . I believe you.  He’ll come around.  Ssssssssss. In time.”

Distraction accomplished, dong rests fully in ass.  Immensity sheathed.  A survival grip over a long fall.  Pleasure and slight discomfort, for both, but passion radiates.  Arms wrap around shoulders, faces bend together in a tight but necessary kiss.

Words dribble like starvation spittle between our lips.  “Sir, please move, sir, so full, please move.”

Mouths break apart, hands steady themselves on mattress, legs fold back to frame pretty face.  Stability for a lever to move the world.

“Gonna fuck you now, pretty boy, fuck you hard and fast and dirty.”

Whimper.  “Please!”

“You ready for me?”

“Ready,” panting, “ready for you, sir.”

“Hold on, pretty boy, cuz here we go.”

One thrust, long and strong.  Another.  All the way out, slam back in.  Lust-slick walls grasping flesh as lust-riddled claws grasp shoulders, hanging on for dear life.  Breathless whimpers growing into unbridled wails, sweat flinging like flashdance rain, headboard banging, bed screaming.

Two voices echo down the hall.  “Holy crap, will you two pipe the hell down?” and “Don’t make me come in there with a bucket of ice water!”  The tv volume cranks to full, a second-rate symphonic paean for some second-rate action movie, all horns and strings and stirring, amplified drums.

“Next time, next time, sir,” pant pant pant, “let’s give ‘em soda money, or at least send them out to play.”

“Ignore them, pretty boy, they don’t matter right now, they’re just jealous.  We’re everything, they’re not.”

Yes, ignore them, ignore the soundtrack, our disgruntled and jealous brothers, focus on us, on the moment, on the sex and the sweat and the pounding pounding pounding where we’re joined.

“Fuck sir your big thick long dong sir hitting my sweet spot sir over and over, hurts but feels so good, so good, sir, gonna make me gonna make me . . .”

“So tight, pretty boy, the way you grip and hold, you are gonna make me!”

“Tell you a secret, sir, gotta tell you . . .” A long, guttural moan “ . . . a secret sir, about back in juvie, when I hated you.”

“That . . . ah so tight . . . that was no secret, pretty boy, I knew it then.”

“But . . . but . . . I hated you because, oh my god, because you hit my sweet spot every time –”

“Like I’m hitting it now, pretty boy?”

“Like that, sir, oh my god just like that, you made me feel so good and I hated that I loved it.”

“I knew that back then too.  When you saw it was my turn you’d smile, just a tiny one but you’d smile, yeah, that’s the one, smile it for me now, pretty boy.”

“I’m . . . I’m getting close, sir, gonna cum soon.”

“Nuh-uh, pretty boy, hold back for me.”

“I . . . I don’t think I can sir . . . the pressure . . . your big thick long dong hitting my sweet spot, filling me up, hurts but feels so good!”

“Hold it back for me, baby, hold on, pretty boy.”

“I . . . I . . . I’ll try, sir, but OH! When you play with my peanut, not fair, don’t be mean, don’t tease me sir!”

“You’re so pretty when you’re trying not to cum, when you’re focused on pleasing me.  So pretty all the time.”  Fist squeezing peanut, thrust-timed precum oozing from the slit to stream over and between fingers.  The tinny orchestra down the hall rumbles impossibly louder, the stirring drums fading while the horns and strings swell, a second-rate love theme for a second-rate love scene.  Bad movie.  Awesome reality.

“Sir,” voice warning, “I’m about to, about to OW fuck fuck fuck my balls!”

“Keep holding for me, pretty boy, just a few seconds longer.”

“Don’t know if I . . . please sir!”

“I’m peaking too, pretty boy, I’m reaching, gonna make me, your tight sweet is making me, do it, pretty boy, cum for me!”

“Master!”  A primal yell, a scream for the sun and moon and stars.  “I love you, master!”

“I love you back, pretty boy, I do!”

The earth spins, the air crackles, the second-rate symphony sings.  Balls draw and loosen, draw and loosen, semen spatters chests and bellies outside, splatters walls inside, fluid to fill and to paint, to shower life even in null procreation.  Lips and teeth smash together in ragged, breathless kisses.  The sun shines, the moon beams, the stars twinkle for us.  Atomic pleasure, nuclear fission made flesh, white-flash melting lust into romance, power exchanges into an equity of intimate dimension.  Fire, burning hot on inexhaustible fuel, dwindling at last into a tiny but shiny pilot light, ready to flame again upon demand.

Dong slides from hole, but touch doesn’t end.  We crash together, crewcut to feathered hair, furry heaving chest and belly to smooth, greasy dong to leaky peanut.  Fingers caress, ripple across skin.  Down the hall the drums reclaim their stirring amplification, but peace lives between us.

Sudden tension.  “Wait, what?”

“Mmm, pretty boy.  What what?”

“Um, what did we just say, sir?  What the hell just happened?”

“What the hell just happened?”  A lazy, rumbling chuckle.  “Love, pretty boy.  Love is what the hell just happened.”

So we come, at last, to this:  our beginning.  Ain’t love grand?

Step 1. The seduction. 

Cindy was a little crazy. I knew it when we hooked up. But she was very cute, very sexy, and loved to fuck. That’s all we did for the first year we were together. 6 months or so before we got married, then for the next 6 monthe after. 2, 3 or 4 times a day. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Then, it seemed it was over. She wasn’t into it anymore. We tried to talk about it, but she wouldn’t open up. We found we didn’t really have anything else in common after that. She started talking divorce. I didn’t want to go through that again! I told her I’d do anything to keep us together. One night she cuddled up to me and told me there were a few crazy things she wanted to try, but was always too afraid to tell me. But at this point in our marrage, I was willing to try anything.

Shopping at a sex store is weird enough. But we were in the lesbian dildo and strap on area, then the kinky bondage gear section, for a very long time. She quietly explained her fetish for ‘pegging’ a man. She had to explain what that was. Before I knew it we had a basket full of 2 strap in harness’s, several diffrent dildo’s, a bondage starter kit, A big dog collar with the words ‘fuck whore’ on it, and 3 or 4 lubes and lotions made for fucking.

While I was paying for the assortment of naughty stuff, she added another bondage set she said seemed more appropriate for what she had in mind. I didn’t look at it until we got home. 

Silly me, because I was thinking this would be a go slow and easy project, but I was wrong. She couldn’t wait to get us home and get me bent over something so she could make me her bitch. At first, I played along, undressing and getting on all fours on the bed. Hoping to get it all over and maybe then we could get back to our regular fucking program. Wrong again, buddy.

She had an entire agenda planned. Shower me, shave me everywhere, put me in her wedding lingerie. The she applied some make up to my face and pulled an old Halloween wig over my head. The works. There was a break now and then as she clicked off a picture here and there of our progress. She was relentless with her attention to detail. It took an hour and a half to satisfy her. And I don’t mean sexually. I was going to be the bitch getting fucked.

I was cuffed and collared and chained and pulled up and pulled down and turned all around. Finally, I was kneeling, facing and bent over the foot of our bed. My hands were pulled up tward the headboard tied off to it with several strands of the black 1/2 inch nylon rope we had purchased. She told me to spread my legs and slappled my ass with a riding crop every time she told me. I kept spreading until there wasn’t any more spreading to do. The cuffs around my ankles were tied off, out to the foot posts of the bed. I could tell she was taking more pictures of me. I wasn’t really liking her photographing this moment. It was so fucking embarassing and humiliating. She said she had really enjoyed slapping my ass. So she continued until I was crying, slobbering, and begging her like a little child to stop. 

I didn’t have much of a vantage poing now. I could look forward at the headboard, and a little to each side, but that was about it. I could hear her rumaging around. Undressing, or dressing, or something. I could hear the shopping bags rustling, the closet door, dresser drawers opening and closing, and buckles and straps being fastened and pulled.

I was uncomfortable and felt like I’d already had enough of this. I began to complain and beg her to hold off until we had another time to play. 

“You need to shut the fuck up, bitch.” I think that was when I really knew I was in trouble.

step 2. Fucking me.

Cindy had recently purchased, or had been hiding from me, a really nasty catsuit outfit. It was shiny black vinyl and looked like it would have been impossible to pull on. It was soooooo tight. There were straps and belts and buckles everwhere. But her big pink nipples and her pretty little blonde bush were showing through large heart shaped holes. She had a matching vinyl collar that said ‘Bitch in charge’ on it. Her head and face were covered with a rubbery hood and mask that only had 2 eye holes and a mouth hole exposed. Otherwise the hood went all the way down below her neck meeting up with the bodysuit.

She was kneeling in front of me, one leg on each side of my arms. She would wiggle her pussy in my face and laugh. Telling me she knows I want to lick it. I began it get into all of this after all. I opened my mouth and pushed out my tongue. 

“You’re going to lick me all right, bitch. Just not where you think.”

Well, I hadn’t noticed before, but it was clear now. There was a hole in the back of her tight little catsuit. It was a long wide slit going all the way down between her legs and up above her where her ass crack ends. She backed into my face and ordered me to “Begin!” Well, I’d slipped my tongue back there a few times while I’d been working her pussy. But I’ve never been solely focused on just that part of her. It was difficult to go in all the way. The way she wanted. I tried to change her mind and let me eat her pussy instead. But then came the riding crop again. As she was enjoying punishing my sore, red ass, over and over, I heard her order me to “Shut up and eat my shit.”

I was pretty deep in there. My tongue was all the way inside her. My mouth was wide open as he slaped my ass and pushed harder into my face. She was laughing, bouncing back and forth, harder and harder. I was making muffled painfull sounds and begging her to stop with every thrust. 

FINALLY! She stopped. Rolling over on her back in front of me. Now I see a long, pink vibrating pussy plug in her. She had been materbating while I was eating her ass. She laid there huffing and puffing, still shaking from who knows how many orgasms. 

“That was fun”, she said. “Now we just need to get you trained, and we can continue.” More rustling in bags and opening packages. She tied to pop a rubber ball gag in my mouth but the ball was too big. The second was too, but she pushed extra hard and made it fit. Once it was strapped in tight, and she pulled a furry pink blindfold over my eyes, I was completely helpless. I could taste and smell her wet little ass in my drooling mouth and all over my face. I feel the lace wedding panties slip down over my butt. Something is going on back there. She worked a few different slippery dildos in my ass until she got one all the way inside. I was moaning and squirming but it was silly to try to stop her. Suddenly I realize it’s a vibrator too! This thing is wiggling like two probing fingers up my ass and humming like an electric toothbrush. It feels like someone is relentlessly working hard to get as far up my ass ass as possible, while using a vibrator on me at the same time. 

A warm, wet hand slides under my balls. She s rubbing them gently. I’m getting hard. Then the grip tightens. Ouch. What the fuck? Her fingernails start to scratch my skin. She is pushing the dildo even further in my ass. My cheeks spread with every push. It’s going in deeper than ever. Fuck! I start to panic and cry out. I can barely breathe with the gag in my mouth. She pushes the dildo harder and squeezes and scratches my balls until I know they are going to explode. She moves up to me. Her crotch is in my ass. She is humping me while she pulls and squeezes my sore ball sack. Her free hand takes the riding crop and starts pounding away at my cheeks again. I’m sure they are bloody now! Pounding and whipping and ripping my balls off! I’m screaming! Fuck!

I’ve never had a more intense orgasm. I came for what seemed like an hour. One stream after another. My eyes are watering. I’m crying through the nasty ball gag. She forced the dildo in my ass as hard as she could as I came. She was laughing and wouldn’t stop whipping my ass. She squeezed my balls so hard I’m sure everything in them came out of my dick. It felt that way. She left me there in my sloppy cum for a long time. She finally came back, drinking a glass of wine, and untied the knots holding my wrists up to the headboard. I was left to finish untying myself, undressing the pretty lingerie, and removing the gag and butt plug. Oh boy, I was sore.

Growing up in the 70’s was the best, and everything about the fashion at the time was leaving little to the imagination especially when it came to the short shorts that the men were wearing at the time.   Another favorite are the flat front, tight high waist pants, and when it was made in polyester, the fit was more snug and the scent it would cause between a man’s crotch was pure heaven.  Watching Brent’s father, Steve, wearing such outfits was the immediate sign for Brent that he was interested in men at a very early age.

Steve walked inside the front door, away from the heat of the hot summer day, and mowing the lawn. His muscled body was glistening with sweat, and those cut off jean short shorts were sticking to his big round ass like a second skin. Steve was thick and juicy in all the best ways a man could be, the proportions on his body had both Men and Women attracted to him, and in the 70’s, that was okay. Steve also possessed a very strong masculine aroma, the kind of guy that doesn’t wear underarm deodorant, and only showers with a bar of Irish Spring soap.

When Steve took off his tight t-shirt, his hairy chest and hard nipples were a sight for Brent.

“Hey Son!” Steve said, using his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

“Hi Dad, sorry I couldn’t help with the lawn, Mom wanted me to help her before she leaves for Grandma’s house.” Brent replied, trying not to stare at his Father’s hunky body. The chest hairs on Steve were wet with sweat and his skin was glistening.

Brent just celebrated his sixteenth birthday last month, and all he felt from that was his raging hormones. Having such a masculine father like Steve, Brent was worried about his feelings he was having towards men, and how would Steve react to that if he told him.

Brent was sitting at the kitchen table when his Dad took a seat across from him. The body odor from Steve’s sweat filled the kitchen immediately, Brent glanced down between Steven’s thick hairy thighs, he took a quick glance of that huge, musky bulge. Steve crossed his leg onto his knee as he began to untie his dirty work boots that became his ‘mowing the lawn boots’ when Mom bought him a new pair for Christmas last year.

There was something about men’s feet that Brent was finding himself attracted to, Steve composed the most perfect set of male feet, thick meaty man feet, perfectly groomed and soft as a baby, but the scent was always so ripe and strong. That scent would make Brent’s cock rock hard the second he would get a whiff from them.

Steve began to untie his boot when Jill, Brent’s mother, walked into the kitchen, she also admired Steve’s glistening body for a moment until she saw his boot come off.

“Do you really have to do that at the kitchen table, Steve?” Jill said with a little nag in her tone.

Steve smiled and winked at Jill, then at Brent.

When Brent was a little boy, he loved when his Dad would come home and let him take his shoes off while he sat back on the couch. Steve would tease young Brent about how stinky Dad’s feet are, then he would rub his foot over young little Brent’s face. This is probably what started the obsession with men’s feet for Brent at such a young age.

“I thought you were going to your mom’s?” Steve said sarcastically, while smiling at Brent and taking off his other boots.

When Steve uncrossed his legs, Brent caught sight of Steve’s massive ball sac, usually when Steve did yard work he went commando, this drove Jill crazy because of how damn sexy he looked. The whole neighborhood would seem to walk by, and Steve somewhat liked the attention, though most of the time he wasn’t even paying attention to the wandering eyes all over his thick body.

Steve was that hunky man who did things unintentionally, like bending over to pick the newspaper in the morning. Steve would wear this short, short robe, no underwear on and with his thick, juicy body, Steve’s curves were always on display for all the neighbors to enjoy, including some of the men.

“Watch it Mister!” Jill snapped back, “Or I am going to make you come with me.”

Steve made a funny face behind Jill’s back, then he pointed his leg straight towards her, and removed his sweaty sock, revealing the most beautiful, but smelly man’s feet. Steve began to wiggle his thick toes at Jill, causing Brent to laugh, and again, Steve unintentionally looking so provocative with his thick hairy leg pointing at his wife, a spread eagle view in denim cut off short shorts for Brent to admire. Not to mention that musky odor Steve had, Brent felt his cock pressing hard against his tight briefs, when Steve rolled his stinking sock and threw it across the table playfully into Brent’s face.

“Dad!” Brent laughed, he loved his father so much, but why was he becoming more and more attracted to him.

At a very young age, both Jill and Steve knew their son was special. Luckily for Brent, both his parents were the kind of parents that the other kids wish they had, this made it easy for Brent to reveal his sexuality to his mother when he turned thirteen. That was one of the perks of growing up in the 70’s, things were more laid back and everyone seemed to love one another, at least that was the case with Brent’s family.

FLASHBACK:

Jill loved her son so much and wanted to make sure he was protected in every way, she got up the courage one even to have this conversation with Steve.  As Jill entered the bedroom, she stopped to admire her hunk of a husband.  Steve had the sheets to his waist, he was wearing only a pair of reading glasses, and he had one of his favorite books in hand.  The hair on Steve’s chest was so enticing, and the bulge under the sheets left very little to the imagination, Jill was one lucky woman.

“Hey stud?”  Jill called out to Steve.

Steve’s bedroom eyes peaked over the book, and through his reading glasses, he stared at Jill standing in the doorway.  “Get over here woman!”  Steve playfully commanded Jill.

Jill sauntered across the room and crawled on top of Steve’s freshly showered body, she stayed on top of the sheets but she could feel Steve’s massive cock beginning to harden between her thighs.  “I’m concerned for Brent.”  Jill’s comment stopped the mood for Steve immediately, Steve was very protective of Brent since the day he was born and put into Steve’s strong arms for the first time.

“What’s wrong?”  Steve asked.

“I know he’s having trouble figuring out his sexuality.”  

“He was very clear when he came out to us.  What do you think is troubling him?”  Steve asked, as Jill crawled off Steve’s thick body and sat next to him on the bed.

“He’s concerned that he might be the only virgin his age, and there aren’t any other boys like him to experience that.”

“What can I do?”

“Show him the ropes, he looks up to you so much, I can see it in his eyes when you are around.”

“I love my boy.”

“And he loves you.”

“Alright, I will give Brent the low down dirty shame of it all.”  Steve said playfully, removing his reading glasses.

“Steve!”

“I’m kidding.”

“Just be gentle with him.”  Jill said as she rubbed Steve’s thick rod over the cool sheets, this made Steve sigh and close his eyes.

BACK TO:

Jill finished packing her weekend bag, and Steve was singing in the shower. The steam coming from the bathroom carried a scent of Steve’s musky odor, a hint of fresh cut grass, followed by the scent of Irish Spring soap.

“Brent, will you grab your father’s dirty shorts, and socks? I’m starting this load of laundry, and make sure you put it in the dryer when the wash is done.” Jill asked Brent as she started the laundry machine.

Brent always took the opportunity to whiff Steve’s musky undergarments, the scent was better than anything Brent had ever smelt. It was something that Brent was used to at an infant age, the times Brent would fall asleep on Steve’s bare chest, sometimes Brent’s little nose would be so close to Steve’s musky armpits, the hairs from Steve’s underarms would tickle little Brent awake.

The first time Brent masturbated, he was in the bathroom inhaling his father’s damp and musky, bikini briefs, after Steve went for a run wearing these bikini briefs, the scent stayed deep within the fabrics of these tiny underwear. Depending on the color of these bikini underwear, sometimes Brent would find stains that carried such a strong scent, since Steve’s big ass was pure muscle, it swallowed his underwear, riding up between his meaty butt cheeks, and pressing against his ripe taint hole all day. Even the underwear in the 70’s had a bit of polyester in the fabric, the sweat and musky aroma it created was so strong, and Brent loved it!

Steve was whistling in the shower when Brent entered the bathroom, observing the outline view of his father through the almost sheer shower curtain.

“Mom’s doing laundry.” Brent interrupted his father’s whistling, he then grabbed Steve’s cut off denim short shorts, and the other sock left on the floor.

Steve pulled the shower curtain back, his thick head of hair full of suds. “Did you grab my other sock from the kitchen?” Steve asked, unaware that he was fully exposed to Brent and was washing his heavy ball sac at the time. Once again in a provocative pose unintentionally, though Steve noticed where Brent’s eyes were glued this time, which made Steve smile. Steve moved his hips side to side, his thick shaft swayed across his muscle thighs, splashing water and making a thump sound each time his mushroom head cock slapped his own thigh.

This embarrassed Brent for a quick moment. “Dad!” Brent yelled at his father when he began feeling a sensation in his cock and virgin asshole, while watching his father dance naked in front of him.

Steve’s cock began to stiffen up, “Oops, I better stop before it gets me in trouble.” Steve closed the shower curtain, leaving Brent with his jaw wide open and his cock hard as a rock.

“Brent! Your father’s shorts!” Jill yelled from the other room.

Brent didn’t have time to sniff his father’s musky shorts, he had to use them to disguise his boner as he walked to the kitchen and into the laundry room where Jill was. Brent tossed his father’s shorts and socks in the washing machine, he then darted into his room and closed the door behind him, this made Jill smile.

Steve finished his shower and with a small towel wrapped around his tight waist, barely covering his juicy booty he walked into the kitchen where Jill was.

“Hey hot stuff, your clothes are on our bed and after church, make sure to hang them back up, I don’t have time to go to the cleaners with your suit pants.” Jill said as she kissed Steve and walked out the door with her purse in hand.

“Bye…” Steve said standing half naked in the middle of the kitchen, looking like an absolute hunk from PLAYGIRL magazine, so masculine and juicy at the same time. With each step, Steve’s big ass giggled within the constraints of his bath towel that wrapped tightly around his waist as he walked down the hallway towards the bedroom.

Meanwhile, Brent was in his bedroom with the door closed, he was masturbating with a pair of Steve’s socks. The scent from Steve’s socks was so intoxicating with musk and a hint of vinegar, there were moments Brent would inhale so hard he would almost pass out. The only thing Brent could think of as he sniffed his father’s rank socks, was Steve’s thick cock and heavy ball sac swaying in front of him, the fact it was Steve’s made it more intense and risky for Brent to think about. It also added a sense of security for Brent, Steve was not like most father’s, he was the coolest father on the block, and he adored Brent.

Steve walked into his and Jill’s bedroom, he noticed Jill laid out some clothes for him to wear, she always did that for any event they would attend. She even put out his socks and underwear, which were a pair of dark brown gold toe, OTC socks, and string bikini underwear that were beige and maroon striped. The flared, fitted slacks were beige and the dress shirt was black with small beige leaves, you gotta love the fashion from the 70’s.

“Hey Sport!” Steve hollered for his son.

Brent was coming to a climax when he heard the deep voice of his father shout out for him! The giant squirts of teen spunk flew in the air and landed on Brent’s chest, his cute toes were curled and his eyes rolled back in his head when he came back to reality, and responded a bit choked up, “Coming Dad, I’m just getting dressed.” Brent was having difficulty putting his briefs on, even when he blew his load, his teen cock stayed hard for quite some time afterwards.

When Brent got himself adjusted and dressed he walked into his parents bedroom and there was Steve, practically naked wearing his string bikini underwear splashing some aftershave on his strong jaw line, freshly shaved. Steve noticed Brent through the mirror, and was not surprised that his son’s eyes were glued to Steve’s juicy ass, this made Steve smile. “Hey sport, can you grab me those socks on the bed.” Steve asked when he used both his hands to smack his own butt with the remains of the aftershave.

Brent grabbed Steve’s freshly cleaned socks, nothing like the pair he stashed in his room that were full of Steve’s stank. Brent could not control his hormones and when he had Steve’s socks in his hands he could feel his teen cock strained against his briefs. Steve turned to face Brent, exposing his barely covered crotch within the strings of the bikini, a nice patch of soft brown pubes peeking out the low waist band. Steve’s heavy balls barely fit inside the pouch of the bikini with his massive member taking up most of the pouch.

“Thank son.” Steve said, taking the socks from Brent and offering his backside for Brent to view while Steve slipped on his OTC socks.

Brent could not keep his mouth closed as he watched his hunky father bend over, Steve’s butt crack starting to swallow up the bikini briefs. Watching Steve point his big daddy feet into the almost sheer socks was such a sexy alluring site for Brent to view, and Steve knew this, thinking about what his wife had told him earlier.

Steve felt a rush of heat go through his body when he saw how hard Brent’s teenage cock was pressed against his pants. This made Steve wonder if Brent was an “ass man”, just like his father, but if Steve only knew that everyone on the block wanted to fuck his own juicy ass, it would make sense that Brent wanted a piece of that ass too.

Standing now with his OTC socks on, and that tiny, striped, string bikini, Steve approached Brent, ready to have that conversation, looking so fucking sexy, Brent wanted to jump his father right then and there!

Steve could feel the raging hormones when he took his son’s hand, he knew that Brent wanted to fuck his big Daddy ass. Steve enjoyed his ass played with, mostly with Evelyn and her small fingers, especially when she would blow him for a long time and then slide a finger up his shit shute. It was that time in college that he tried anal with his hung horse roommate, after a long night of drinking and no pussy, the two guys started playing truth or dare and one thing led to another. Steve was on his back grunting with his eyes pressed, while his roommate was trying to get his mushroom head cock into Steve’s tight, virgin rose bud. The pain was almost unbearable, but Steve was a real man and took it, though never again went there.

Something had changed, there was a yearning twitch in Steve’s asshole, he was ready to feel penetration inside his man pussy again, his son’s cock was going to be the perfect size for Steve to really enjoy, and teach his boy’s some lessons as his mother requested.

Brent was so horned up, and nervous at the same time, when Steve grabbed his hand he held his breath for a moment.

Steve grabbed Brent’s other hand, he brought his son close to him, and wrapped Brent’s arms around his waist, placing Brent’s hands on his own big round ass.

Steve felt Brent’s hands squeeze his thick ass so nicely and firmly, the way he would do to Evelyn, like father, like son, Steve thought to himself with a slight grin. This brought that little bit of femininity out of Steve, his posture softened and his back began to arch, really putting his thick melons on display for his son to enjoy.

Steve then placed both his big, strong hands on Brent’s soft cheeks, there was no need for words, as this Daddy stared into his son’s eyes they both knew they were about to make love.

Steve slowly leaned in and began to kiss Brent gently on the lips, Brent was squeezing and massaging Steve’s big ass, pulling those tiny bikini underwear all the way up Steve’s butt crack. Steve’s hips were encouraging Brent to play with his thick melons, and Brent felt a bit more aggressive, slipping his dad the tongue while pushing a finger against Steve’s asshole through the bikini underwear.

Brent loved the taste of his father’s mouth, letting his tongue dance with Steve’s was everything Brent thought it would be, and then some! Through Steve’s bikini underwear, Brent could feel the heat coming from Steve’s asshole, and the moisture forming a wet spot in the underwear. Brent was dreaming of that scent all over his face.

Steve’s asshole twitched at Brent’s probing finger, and he loved it!

Steve then wrapped his muscle arms around Brent and they began the most heated passionate kiss, Steve thought this would be the best way for him to show Brent everything his mother was talking about. Steve was going to seduce his son the best way he knew man on man sex should be, though Brent had other ideas. Brent had looked through enough gay magazines to take the lead here where he knew his father wouldn’t be that experienced, Brent was going to top Steve and show him a few tricks of his own, all coming in Chapter 2………