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He was sort of a mountain man-looking guy. But really not all that handsome. But he was in town and I was horny. I did sort of a blow and go, even though I wasn’t very experienced at it. I was nervous being alone in his house with him. But he said it was fine. And I left.

A few days later he hit me up on my phone to get together again. I wasn’t really all that into him, and I thought he could tell. He said he would like to try putting me in a woman’s adult diaper. The ones that are pretty, lacey and rubbery. He said he would purchase some pretty lace bralettes for me too. He wondered if I’d be interested in anything like that. 

Well, shit! I was already hard before I finished reading his texts. I shaved like a girl and went over the next night. Wow, he had hit on 2 of my favorite secret fantasies. I’ve always loved the way the rubbery plastic fabrics of diapers feel on my skin. And I’ve worn my sisters little training bras and small lacey bralettes before. So sexy on me! It’s like an addiction. Now I have a guy who wants me to wear them for him, in a sexual way? Cool!

After I was in the bralette and the diaper, he bent me over the love seat and tied my hands with a rubbery strap he had secured inside the framework. He spread my legs and tied them out to the corners of the loveseat’s feet. I’ve often dreamed of being bent over and tied just like this, with rubber straps. This guy is amazing. 

Finally, he brought out a large roll of black tape. It was twice as wide as the usual tape you see. It had to be at least 4 inches wide. When he pulled off a piece, it stretched out. It was some sort of industrial sealing tape made from shiny black vinyl and rubber. He cut off a long wide piece. He ordered me to close my lips tightly. I did. 

As his hand pressed the tape over my mouth, making it stick as tight as possible, his other hand was wandering down over my chest, playing with the tight lace bralette. Then down over my diaper-covered bottom. He dropped his pants exposing the long fat cock I’d sucked off the other day. It looked bigger and ugly today. He rubbed it all over me, squirting precum, and later his ejaculations everywhere. 

He drank a beer and got hard again. The diaper was pulled down as he pushed his long, slippery cock between my cheeks. I tried to cry out through the tight tape gag, but all I could muster was a wimpy little moan. I’d never been violated before. He used a lot of slippery goo on me. It felt so crazy being opened up like that. Then filled up so full and deep. I’d heard a comedian describe anal like a good hard shit you’ve been needing for hours, that goes out, but back in.

His hands pinched my nipples so I would squeal. I felt his tongue licking my face. His lips kissed my ear, and his breathing huffed and puffed working my ass until he finally came inside me.  I was moaning and crying by the time he exploded in me. I suddenly realized I’d just cum at the same moment. We were exhausted. We didn’t move for a long time. His cock finally sipped out and he disappeared into the bathroom. I felt an endless stream of lube and cum running down the inside of my legs. Much of it soaking the diaper still wrapped around my legs just above my knees. 

He returned, showered, and refreshed, drinking another beer. He adjusted my bindings so I was kneeling by the loveseat. He squatted in front of me and pushed his ass in my face. I was still gagged with the tight black tape, so he rubbed my nose in his ass as hard as he could. I couldn’t breathe. After a lot of that, he finally pulled the rubbery tape off my mouth and pushed my face into his ass again. I tongued his ass and licked him deep as he ordered me to. I could feel him stroking his cock while I was licking and eating his hole. Suddenly he turned around and shoved his wet, slippery cock down my throat, blowing a huge load in my mouth. Choking and gasping for air, I swallowed some and the rest spewed, dribbled, and drooled all over the place. 

Before I could recover he put a big pink dildo in my mouth, ordering me to suck it like a real cock. I’ve dreamed so many times I would have an endless hard cock to suck until all the cum on it was cleaned up, making it fresh and ready for the next time. Well, here was my fantasy coming true. I sucked it hard. Tasting his cum as I pretended to suck the last drops of cum out of it. My lips and mouth and throat were all coated with the load he had given me. Cum was everywhere. I sucked the big soft rubber cock for an hour. 

How did he know all my secret dreams? Are we really on some special wave together? Or did he read my posts and my stories on that website we met on? Hmmm?

Billy

“Almost every hand you have ever shaken has had a dick in it.”

(From a meme I saw years ago and from where this story originates.)

1.

“…and that is what we have to do,” he tells, with worry in his voice, to the group seated around the long wooden conference table.

His hand drifts from the space in front of him, as he ‘talks’ frantically with his hands, like a madman, to his crotch, ever so subtly, and does a gentle fondle, jiggling his balls, in front of the others in the room. His action are barely noticed by those gathered. As the other men here, have their hands placed near their crotches, too, under the eaves of the conference table.

“Any questions, guys?” he barks to the room, “Any questions?”

Those seated around the table nod their respective heads, no, while the sound of the sliding metal legs, skidding away from the table, on the tile floor, squeak in the crowded roomful of men. They stand. There is a rustling of the men as the sound envelopes the conference room.

“Okay, guys,” he says, “Thank you. Next week we present the proposal.”

He shakes the hands of two of the five men, his colleagues, as they pass by him, on their exit.

“Thanks, Barry. Thanks, Ollie.”

Several men decline his handshake. This makes Burke nervous, but he had to bring the issues to the group before the meeting.

He squeezes the man’s hands, of those that take his hand in the similar fashion done to him.

“See y’all later.”

They file out. The five men once seated around the expensive conference table, pass over the threshold, brushing pass him, as they hurry out.

He picks up his laptop and notes, scattered about on the table, where he stands and cups them under his right arm, tucked tight up into his armpit.

“Hey Burke, “the man says as he leans in from the hallway, back into the conference room,” You goin’ anywhere for lunch? I was thinkin’ ‘bout goin’ to Rufus’ for a bite. You wanna join me?”

Burke stops, his property, securely tucked snug under his pit, as the young man leans in and talks to him.

“Yeah, I’ll go with you Ram,” Burke says, “Let me drop these off in my office and make a quick pit stop, and I will meet you, at your cubicle.”

“Okay, Burke,” Ram says, “See ya in a bit. We need to get a move on before the place is packed.”

The man trots to his out-of-the-way cubicle.

Burke, a 42-year-old father of two teen-age boys, muscled from his early a.m. daily workouts at the local YMCA, which is located directly across the street from the engineering firm, where the pre-lunch meeting just concluded. He stands, a tall erect 6-foot 1-inch frame with a chosen shaved head, as the thinning head of salt and pepper hair, just did not look attractive. His wife says his deep azure blue eyes are what caught her attention back in their early college days as they sat across from each other in a biology class lecture on that cool spring day, back those years ago. He had managed to keep the paunch at bay that is prone to inflict the boys he went through high school with, he has dodged that merciless bullet of middle age.

He places the paperwork and equipment on his desk and locks the door as he bolts to the men’s restroom at the far end of the suite of rented space.

He walks like a man on a mission, while he nods and smiles to the techs in the CAD area, saying ‘hi’ and ‘hello’ to those who speak to him, when he feels he needs to, but his pace does not cease, he knows where he must go, where he must go.

He nods to Ram as he passes by his cubicle, which is close to the CAD area on the floor.

His hand is on his zipper, to his overpriced starched blue slacks, as he turns down the short hallway to the corner restroom. He walks ever faster. Will he make it? The aggravating zipper is down in a huff, the minute he passes over the restroom threshold, as the stream of deep yellow piss exits his cock, as he stands before one of the three white porcelain urinals on the wall opposite the entrance door, the moment he gets in place, standing like a man-in-waiting before the bowl.

“Ahh, ahhhhh,” he sighs as his bladder is emptied of its unwanted golden liquid, “Ahhh, just in time.”

The sound of the stream of hot piss echoes through the small bathroom. His sighs and moans fill this tight little cramped space. He does a little dancing jig in place as his cock flops and sprays the sweet urine juice like hot lemonade into the urinal bowl. The wet sounds of pee against the back of the porcelain goes on, minute after minute, before the door opens, behind him.

“There you are,” comes the familiar voice from the younger colleague, Ram, “I could not find you. My belly is aching from hunger pangs.”

Ram stands in front of the second urinal, next to Burke and unzips the fly to his pants. The sound of the descending zipper fights in volume with Burke’s hearty sound of piss.

Burke looks to the younger man, next to him. The urinals do not have partitions, so all is easily accessible.

The 25-year-old is unmarried and is in Burke’s charge. In their office, the engineers have interns on occasion, and Ram is his for the near future. The kid is well-built, and, on several occasions, the pair have worked out together in the gym across the street and showered in the communal shower before the start of their hectic workday. So, each man had seen the other naked and under the spray of hot steamy water.

“You got a date for tonight, Ram?”

Burke’s hand is still on his cock, as he talks to the younger man. He strokes it, undeterred by the younger man, enjoying the slight firmness as the last droplets of piss are shook from his fuck-stick.

“No,” the kid answers, “I’ve got a free night. I figured I’d get a beer after work today.”

“Oh!”

Burke can see that the young buck has shaved his cock, since their last gym excursion, as he looks down to the furry beast that lurks in his underwear.

“Why do you do it, Ram?”

“What?” the kid asks.

“Shave your tool.”

The kid looks down at his cock, as the last drops of pee shimmy away from his smooth tool.

“I like how it feels, Burke,” the kid says as he lets his hand gently glide, an ever so easily over the thick blood-vein those courses over the top of the near-erect cock. He wraps his hands around the girth, once he gets down to his cut crown, and gives it, a hearty tug. A droplet of clear seminal fluid seeps like a lingering afterglow of his manly touch from the wide slit of his pee-hole. Ram lets his hand drift to the shaven crest of his pubic bone and strokes the coarse burgeoning hairs beginning to re-grow there.

He looks to Burke and each man stares eye-to-eye, before each divert their gaze to the young man’s cock and the barely blonde hairs visible on the surface.

“Have you thought ‘bout shaving yours, Burke?”

“Nah,” Burke says, “Men have pubes. My dad had pubes. My uncles had pubes. My sons have pubes. A man needs pubes.”

“Are you sure?”

“What?” Burke says.

“Are you sure that your sons have hairy pubes? “Ram says, “The younger guys are shaving their nuts and trimming their pubes, now-a-days. My younger brother convinced me to do it. The guys on his swim team shave all their body hair off. He is about the same age as your son, Ryan. I think.”

“I do not think my son, Ryan, shaves his pubes,” Burke says, perturbed by such a ludicrous notion, “The guys on the football team would rag his ass. He is a fucking senior in high school, y’know.”

Ram looks to his immediate boss and snickers.

“Are you sure?”

Burke looks to his cock. He lets his hand mimic the younger man and gives himself a tighter feel and a tug.

“You fuck much, Ram?” Burke says as he looks into the deep blue eyes of the man next to him.

“I do, aw-right,” Ram says flatly, as his cock slightly perks up, “I do aw-right. Why?”

Ram glares down at his cock in his hand.

The door to the bathroom opens suddenly behind them, as each man, tucks their cocks back into their trousers, not even bothering to shake the remaining dew from it. They both dart to the sink for a hurried wash of their hands before exiting.

2.

Their sandwiches are on the table before them. A plate is in front of each man. The diner is loud, bustling with the rushed lunch crowd at this appointed hour.

Ram is hunched over, his hands gripped on either side of his sandwich, as he brings the Cuban sandwich to his mouth and takes a hefty bite. Burke is eating, his Reuben sandwich, and his favorite from the Rufus Diner menu.

Ram swallows and wipes his lips with the paper napkin, before taking a sip of soda from his glass.

“Burke?”

“Yeah,” Burke answers.

“Why’d you ask me what you did about me fucking?”

“What?” Burke questions.

Ram leans in and asks.

“You asked me if I fuck much. Why’d you ask me that?”

Burke wipes his chin and scoots his back against the back of the seat of the booth where they are seated.

“I was curious,” Burke, says, “I don’t see any picture of any girlfriend on your desk.”

“Why is that curious?”

“I have a picture of my beautiful wife on my desk.” Explains Burke.” So., I asked you, why?”

“Oh!”

“Oh, is right, Ram,” Burke says as his eyebrow rises, “You a surfer, Ram? You like ridin’ the waves?”

“Some. Why?”

“You got this blonde surfer boy-type beach vibe, goin’ on, Ram,” Burke says, “The girls must be crawling all over your handsome ass. My son looks like you and he has to swat the girls off with a stick, probably with his dick-stick.”

Burke is happy with himself and the prowess of his son.

Ram looks down. The pressure in his pants is immense. The bulge apparent as his cock has grown quite hard in his slacks. His right-hand cups his bulge, as he shifts on the seat.

He can see Burke’s eyes on him, his brow, up, as he rocks in his seat.

“I had to warn him that if he gets one of them, the pussy trailing after him, pregnant. He is out of my house. Pronto.”

Ram says nothing.

“You got any kids, Ram? Do you?”

“No,” Ram answers without a moment’s hesitation.

Burke can see the uneasiness on the kids face. The young man gyrates in his seat. The kid must be sporting a massive hard-on. He is, too. He is, too, he sighs to himself.

He likes the kid. He really does. Ram reminds him of his first-year college roommate. They are remarkably similar in appearance, even down to their cocks. He has witnessed it with his eyes, firsthand, although, not hard, as he did, Barron’s, many times in their college dorm.

Burke lets his hand drift to his cock, out of the sight of the man, across from him. It is snug against his pants, he squeezes, his cock. He can feel the stiffness he finds there and adjusts his tool, accordingly.

“You ready for the trip down to Ft. Myer’s on Monday? You said to be ready for anything in the meeting today. What did you mean? Be ready for anything.”

“I am, Ram, I am. Be ready, I am having some unease ‘bout that meeting,” Burke answers, “You driving down Sunday or Monday morning, early?”

“Monday morning,” Ram answers, “Audra is not going since it is going to be a three-day trip.”

3.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

There is a pause, before the knocking resumes.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

“Burke, are you in there?” Ram says as he leans into the door to his mentor’s room, almost whispering.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

The door opens. Burke is standing in his underwear.

“C’mon on in,” Burke says, his face red and flustered, his voice whipped.

Ram walks in, passes his white cotton brief clad boss, and sits on the bed. The room is in disarray, an open suitcase on the opposite bed from where he sits.

“That went well, huh,” Ram says as he leans back on his arms with his legs splayed on the corner of the bed.

“Yeah. Yeah.” Burke says, “It did.”

Burke’s frustration is apparent.

The meeting did not go well.

Burke’s right hand goes to his crotch. His cock is swelled and barely contained by the briefs as he stands before the seated man.

Ram sees the hard cock and vestiges of the man’s cock-crown beginning to peak over the elastic waistband of Burke’s Fruit-of-the-Looms. Ram cannot look away. He feels his own cock rise to attention in matched comparison of his youthful ward.

“My dad wears those.”

Ram’s eyes are driven to the hairy treasure trail that starts at Burke’s belly button and disappears under the waistband of the FTL’s. His eyes zero in on the massive bulge that takes up all the area in front of his face.

“What?”

“Fruit-of-the-Looms,” Ram says, “It must be an old man, thang. Huh?”

Ram laughs after his comment, an uneasy giggle. Burke does not, his temperature ups, as his face turns red.

“Does this look like an old man? Does it?”

Burke drops the front of the waistband of his briefs, revealing a leaking cum-cock that is dripping.

“When I get stressed,” Burke explains, with his hard cock throbbing and a stringy-ribbon of cum dribbling down from his pee-hole, “I jack-off. Back in college, I could not keep my hands off my cock. Know what I mean? Do you know what I mean?”

Burke is anxious, the stress apparent in his voice.

“Oh!” Ram sighs, “I do. Maybe I can help you with that.”

Ram scoots toward his standing boss and swallows the man’s cock. As he sucks, he slides his bosses’ briefs down and lets his hands roam over the fleshy globes that are the man’s ass.

Burke moans.

“Mmmm…you are a cocksucker and quite a good one…”

Ram gurgles and mumbles, while answering, “ahhhhaaa.”

Spit dribbles down from Ram’s mouth as he pivots like a rig drilling oil in the fields of a dessert Texas landscape on his boss’s swollen cock.

Ram unbuttons his shirt and un-tucks it as he rips it from his chest. When his exposed flesh hits the cool air, his identical nipples grow hard in the cold air-conditioned air. He kicks the shoes from his feet, unsnaps his pants, and drops them. He is naked underneath.

“You freeballin’ I see,” Burke says as he eyes the young whipper-snapper feasting on his flesh-sausage, “…and that cock of yours is bursting out. I thought I saw a penis outline when you shook my hand, this morning.”

“Mmmm-huh,” Ram mumbles, as he continues with his ongoing swallowing.

Burke sighs and bucks his hips as he face-fucks the younger man, seated on the bed corner with his cock in his mouth.

“You are quite the cocksucker.”

Ram sucks-up, his boss’s cock, and pops, as the flesh-rocket burst forth from his mouth. A dribble of cum and spit falls from the corner of Ram’s mouth and falls to the carpet. He wipes the spittle-combo from his mouth.

“I have shaken your hand, long enough, knowing that your hand touched your cock. I looked for every opportunity to shake your hand, but this is better, much better…” Ram says, “C’mere, boss-man, I want more. C’mere.”

Ram gulps down the man’s cock.

Burke can feel his balls pull and constrict as the suckling action continues. He is on his toes as Ram brings him ever closer to the brink, then eases off and then resumes at a frantic pace. He is intoxicated by the man’s tongue, his senses, heightened, as his balls release their tiny droplets of seed that have taken up residence in his balls, he feels it, his glorious seed, as it travels through the serpentine track from his balls to his pee-hole.

Burke sighs. Burke moans. He cannot help himself. The kid is good, as good as his college roommate, which Ram coincidently resembles, back in his college days, who ate his loads as if it were a regular meal.

When they were not in class, back then, they were usually in bed. They even got an apartment together after their titillating first year. No one knew what the two were up to, not even his girlfriend, the girl that he would eventually marry.

4.

“Turn ‘round!” he demands, “Turn ‘round!”

“What?”

“You heard me, turn your beautiful ass ‘round”

Ram turns around, doing as he ordered. The hesitation that was in voice fades as soon as it had appeared.

The kids bubble butt is a welcome sight to him. He can smell the sweet scent of sex as it radiates, like an aura, from the young Justin Timberlake-looking buck.

5.

“Uuuuhhhhhh-aaaaahhhhhhhhhh,” he moans, as he swipes his cock like a worn and used debit card across the ass of the man on the bed. He brushes the leaking cum like a painter’s brush across the fine blonde hairs of Ram’s ass. The dark and light hairs intermingle.

It is tight. The muscled ass is like a vice as he edges, ever closer between the fleshy tender cheeks. He can feel the squeezing, the snugness, even as he readies to enter the plush valley of the waiting ass. He can feel the squishiness, as his cock leaks, mixing with the applied lube he lathered up on his cock, minutes earlier, in the anticipation of the booty prize. The wet sounds echo in the room. It is music to Burke’s ears, a song, he has not sung since his college days. This anticipation wells up in him, this longing, the absolute and total annihilation of another man’s willing ass as he stares down at blistered globes of his protégé.

He has waited for this, salivated for this, since that day he met Ramsey “Ram” Bass, when he shook the younger man’s hand, when they met at a New Employee’s luncheon.

The kid hunched over the bed. His ass is open and ready, waiting. He is humping the scaly blonde surfer lad with his cock between the fold-crack, like a sex-fueled rabid dog.

Clear and leaking cum streams from his hardened cock as he glides between the soft fleshy ass-globes of the boy named Ram. His natural lube is more than enough to moisten up the sweet boy-man’s hole.

He loves the irony of the boy being nicknamed Ram. What a hoot it must have been to have a friend named Ram. The thought hardens his cock, even more. Everything about the boy sends pulses through him.

“Uhhhhhhhhhahhhhhh,” a moan slips out of his mouth, easy, as he slides into Ram’s warm lubed ass. He is tight and it has been too long, way too long.

He sighs. The soft silky folds welcome him as he slides into Ram’s ass.

The wispy blonde hairs of Ram’s ass encircle and snare up Burke’s throbbing cock. He plunges in. Then out. Then, in, again.

“Ahhhhhhh,” he moans, “Ahhhhhh.”

His swelled cockhead disappears each time into Ram’s dark tunnel.

Their sighs and moans fill the room. It is his and the husky baritone voice of the man, ironically nicknamed, Ram.

He can feel Ram tighten his ass muscles as he ‘rams’ deeper and deeper, as the glorious blonde-haired Adonis takes him, each plunge.

The sounds of their fucking fill the room. It has been too long since he has been where he is now.

Burke has not been up in the sweet ass of a man, since he was with Rory back in college. He has missed this glorious sensation.

“Ahhhh!” Burke moans, again.

“You like it boss?” Ram asks as Burke takes another deep plunge into his ass.

Burke cannot answer. As the lightning pulses of continuing exhilaration passes through his body. He is on fire and the sparks pass like a rampaging wildfire through him.

He is sweating, as is Ram, as the sounds of their wet slippery flesh and the moans and high-pitched sighs drown out the squeaky fleshy noises as he delves, ever deeper, up to his pubes, into the boy’s vice-like ass.

“This is far better than any of our workout in the gym, boy!” Burke says, amazingly in a full sentence as their tempo quickens.

Ram moans in agreement.

And…

The house was massive, the biggest I’ve ever been to. I’d also have never been to an exclusive party with celebrities; actors, professional athletes, internet influencers, politicians. My buddy, Boone, who is a pro-baseball player, invited me and I jumped at the chance. We met through a mutual friend of mine from college who works for Boone’s team as a media consultant. We hit it off right away, had a lot in common; how we grew up, like the same movies, music, cars and, of course, sports. Plus, he’s a great guy, down to earth, thoughtful, philanthropic, just all-around nice guy.

I kind of like the attention he gets when we hang out in public. He gets swarmed with autograph and selfie requests. It’s fun to watch people fawn over him. But then, he’s a good-looking guy, has an incredible build and has a cocky swagger, very masculine, maybe overly so. I’ve noticed sometimes it’s like he tries too hard to be seen as macho and aggressive in public. It’s like he switches to a different persona in public. He’s a pussy hound too. He doesn’t have to look for it, the women just appear, and he gets his pick. I get the rejected ones but hey, they’re still fucking hot. He always leaves me in awe of him. I like being around him, he makes feel special as if I’m the only person in the room.

At times, I wonder if he may be bisexual or gay as he likes to be in my space. When he’s drunk, he’s even more hands on with me but I don’t feel uncomfortable. He’s Boone Barber, if he wants to cuddle, let him cuddle. To tell the truth, I think I may have a little man-crush on him. I can’t help but marvel at his body and he’s so handsome, rugged, I wish I could be like him. I can tell he really cares about me, and I guess I care about him too. I don’t know if these feelings are gay, I’ve never really considered myself gay, maybe bisexual if I had to be anything. But I only have these bisexual feelings when I’m hanging with him.

In private, Boone is laid back, sensitive, and not afraid to show affection with me and his close friends. He tends to be very touchy-feely, hugging, shoulder rubs and not afraid to compliment me on my body, especially when we work out. I always feel inadequate around him as his body is intimidating. It’s fine-tuned, an athlete’s body, powerful, strong, sleek. I’m jealous of his genetics. He got the good genes when he was born, extremely handsome, tall, and naturally muscular. The added training just adds to his muscularity and alpha persona. I’m no slouch either. I used to think I was the shit, and I was cocky about it, but now, I’m in his shadow. I’m not as tall as Boone, but then he’s six-four, but I’m built, ripped and hard but compared to him, I’m chopped liver, in my opinion.

So, we enter the house and I feel like a hick just seeing the city for the first time. The house is massive, modern, and has a killer view of the Hollywood hills and downtown. It’s the house of a pr-bodybuilder known as a playboy, party boy, bad-ass, cocky troublemaker who has been in the news countless times for his bad behavior with alcohol and women.

“Dude, close your mouth,” Boone teases me. “You’ve never been in a house like this, have you?”

“No. It’s humungous. It has a six-car garage for fucks sake,” I said, marveling over the marble floors, vaulted ceilings, elegant but masculine décor and the view.

“This is nothing, I’ve seen better. Just relax, get a drink, and mingle. They’re all just regular people,” he assured me with a big hand on the back of my neck. His hand lingered and he lightly massaged my tense muscles. I felt the tension leave me with his strong hand on my neck. Then, he put his hand on the small of my back and led me through the house to the outside terrace. I thought it was strange, like he was being possessive or protective. Maybe he just wanted me to feel comfortable and calm.

When we came outside to the pool, I had to really hold in my fanboy. Football players, baseball players, actors, soccer players, sports anchors, fitness models, it was a gathering of the most beautiful people in sports and cinema; and all men. I noticed this after a few minutes of being introduced to some of these guys. There were a small contingent of guys I’d never seen before kind of camping out in the corner. They all looked like they belonged, but I didn’t know any of them.

One guy in particular, a NASCAR driver I’d seen on TV. I didn’t follow NASCAR, but I knew who he was. He was even better looking in person, tall and blonde, not too muscular but very lean, square jaw, very handsome.

“Dawson!” Boone greeted the man with a tight hug and much to my shocked surprise, they pecked each other on the lips. I know my eyes must have bulged out my head. Seeing Boone kiss another man was mind-blowing and I immediately was confused and somewhat uncomfortable at the same time.

“Boone! Where the fuck have you been?” Dawson asked Boone.

“Hey, I’ve been around. Why haven’t you texted me?”

“I’ve been busy, motherfucker!” Dawson laughed with a slap to Boone’s shoulder.

It was then that Dawson noticed me. His eyes locked and then traveled down my body.

“Who’s this, Boone?” he asked never taking his eyes off me.

“This is Wes. Wes, you may know Dawson,” Boone said introducing us.

“VERY nice to meet you, Wes,” Dawson said with a strong handshake.

“You too.”

“I see Aston did some remodeling since I was here last,” Boone said looking around.

“Aston?” I interupted. “Astor Morgan? THE Astor Morgan?” I asked, too excited. Astor Morgan was a three-time Mr. Olympia and a two-time winner of the Arnold Classic and a slew of other wins. I’ve followed his career since I was in high school. He inspired me to workout. He’s amazing, thirty-years old, former Marine so he kept his short military haircut, a face like Superman and, of course, the body of Superman. Hell, he could be Superman.

Boone laughed. “Yes, Aston Morgan. Don’t worry, I’ll introduce you later.”

Dawson looked over my shoulder and snapped his fingers at a waiter standing by. “If you don’t mind, Aston asked me to make sure any new people here sign this NDA,” Dawson informed us while grabbing a binder off a tray the waiter carried.

“A Non-Disclosure Agreement?” I asked Boone. “Why?”

“Oh, you know, privacy. Celebrities don’t want rumors and shit getting out,” Boone said.

“Rumors? Like what?” I asked.

Dawson handed me a pen. “You never know what happens at parties. It takes one slip up and boom! It’s on TMZ.”

I shook my head as I scrawled my name across the dotted line. I saw Dawson give a strange look to Boone, an eyebrow raise.

Boone abruptly said, “Hey, where’s Aston? I want to say hi.”

“Should be around somewhere. Check upstairs. He was with Clay last I saw him,” Dawson said with a grin. “May not see him for a while,” he chuckled.

“Understood,” Boone replied but with a look that said they were talking in code. “Cool. We’ll catch up later,” he said, once again, leading me away.

“What was that?” I asked him quietly. “The kiss.”

Boone smiled, “We have a long… history. Very good friends.”

“Oh. I’ve just never seen you kiss another dude,” I said hesitantly.

He chuckled. “You don’t know everything about me,” he said with a mysterious teasing tone.

I was suddenly seeing him in a different light. Is it really possible Boone might be into guys too? I mean, the thought had crossed my mind but I didn’t give a shit, he didn’t have to hide that around me. I actually found it endearing and intriguing, and it made him more attractive to me. I don’t think I’ve had a sexual attraction to another man before. I think all guys think about it sometimes. I’ve been curious before, what’s it like to have sex with a guy. But I never went beyond wondering. I knew if I were to switch teams, it would be Boone.

“Apparently not,” I shrugged.

Walking around being introduced was a trip. So many famous men and all extremely attractive. That’s when it hit me, I can be oblivious to my surroundings, that it was all only men and some men had their arms around other men, talking close, and a few kisses.

I pulled Boone aside. “Boone, be honest with me. Is this a gay party? Because if it is, I don’t care.”

Boone laughed. “Wow, that took you long enough.”

I wasn’t laughing. I stared at him, and he looked back with a closed mouth smile. He put his hand on my shoulder. “You ok?” he asked with deep concern. “You want to leave? I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“No! I said it’s cool. I just wasn’t expecting…” I trailed off before I turned to Boone again. “Ok, I think I already know that answer but are you gay?”

He kept smiling at me and then shrugged. “I thought you knew or at least suspected. You seemed cool with it, so I never brought it up.”

My heart raced and I began to tremble. My mouth went dry. I swallowed hard. “I didn’t know. I mean a couple times I thought about it, but I just forgot about it. You’re good at acting straight with all the women and your reputation.”

“When you’re playing with the big dogs, you learn to play the straight game. Well, now you know. I’d appreciate it if you kept it to yourself. I know I can trust you or I wouldn’t have brought you here tonight.”

He trusted me with this huge secret. I felt privileged and closer to him. I grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. “Dude, I would never tell anyone. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“I know.”

“So, all these guys are gay?” I asked in amazement. I was looking at so many famous athletes and actors, it was hard to believe they were all gay.

“For the most part. A few aren’t,” Boone said as he followed my eyes around the area.

“Hence, the NDA. I get it,” I said.

“Exactly,” he smiled at me and patted me on the shoulder, his hand lingering for a few seconds longer than normal.

I couldn’t help but keep eye contact. His blue eyes were beautiful. I can see why gay guys would throw themselves at him. The girls he’s been seen with were just a cover.

“Hey, you ok mingling? I want to go find Astor.”

I smiled and said, “Yeah, sure. I’m a little nervous but I can mingle.”

“Sweet. See that group of guys over there?” he pointed to a small group of three guys drinking beer around a bar table. “They aren’t famous, you might feel comfortable hanging with them. They can show you the ropes.”

“I don’t know. What do I do if they hit on me?” I laughed.

“Tell them you’re my bitch,” he said seriously. I looked at him with mass confusion. Was he serious? The second after he said I was his bitch, a jolt of electricity shot up my spine. Then he laughed, “I’m fucking with you, Wes. They’re straight.”

“Oh. Ok. That’s odd,” I said confused. “Hanging with a slew of gay dudes. But then, I’m here.”

“Not really that odd. You’ll see,” he said cryptically and then he walked into the house.

I casually made my way to the table. “Hey guys.”

One of them smiled. “Hey.”

Nervously I introduced myself. “I’m Wes. Boone told me to come over and introduce myself.”

They all said hi at the same time. One said his name was Jake and we shook hands. Then I greeted the other two, Jonathan and Chase.

“So, you’re here with Boone.” Jake said. He was taller and well built. His polo was tight showing off his pecs and his biceps. He had dark hair and was quite handsome.

“Yeah. He went to find Aston.”

They all gave each other a knowing glance.

Jonathan, who looked like a blonde fitness model, chuckled. “You look like a fish out of water, dude.”

“Yeah, sorry. This is my first… gay party.”

Chase laughed. “Ah, a fellow straight guy. Welcome to the closeted celebrity underground.” The rest of the guys laughed and clinked beers. Chase winked at me. I noticed he had very light blue eyes. They almost glowed. I thought we all had similar builds, like we could be clones.

“You ARE straight, right?” Jake asked.

“Uh, yeah,” I replied. “Question, why are you at an all-gay party?” I asked.

Jonathan shrugged. “Why are you? We all came with our gay friends. Good company, good music.”

“Plus, it’s cool to hang with pro-athletes,” Jake chimed in. “We get the juicy behind-the-scenes details on all the drama off the field, shit that no one else knows.”

“And you guys just go and hang out with each other at these things?” I asked.

“Mostly,” Jonathan replied. “We mingle and shit, get a lot of attention from the other guys. Gay dudes love straight guys.”

“They do?”

Jonathan said, “Hell, yeah. They want nothing more than bed a straight guy. They have a thing for turning us,” he laughed.

“We stick around until the after party,” Chase added.

“What after party?” I asked.

“You don’t know?” Jake asked.

“I JUST found out Boone’s gay. Like, minutes ago.”

All three of them looked surprised and then Chase cleared his throat and shook his head. “You didn’t know Boone was into dudes? How long have you known him?”

I shrugged and said, “A little over a year.”

The all looked at each other again and grinned. “Dude, you in for a shocker,” Chase said before he took a drink.

I just looked confused.

Jonathan started to explain, “In a few hours, all those guys are going to get naked and fuck.”

I flinched at the comment, shocked. I looked out over the group of jocks, trying to picture them in a mass naked pile.

“Yeah, we just make ourselves scarce,” Jake said. “Hang out in another room, watch a movie or whatever.”

I looked skeptical. “Why would you come to a gay sex party?”

“Because it’s a great party up until then. I’ve made so many connections. Free tickets to games, red carpet events, trips, job opportunities,” Jonathan said.

Ok, now my bullshit detector was beeping off the scale. There was something more here. I wasn’t buying it. Straight guys just don’t hang out at gay orgies. There was a catch.

I folded my arms over my chest and gave my skeptic face expression. “No. No way. You guys are all lying about something.”

Jonathan blurted out, “No we’re not. What are you talking about?”

I guffawed, “Come on, guys. All your faces say you’re lying. Fess up.” I looked at Jonathan. “Dude, come on. Who are you here with?”

He hesitated. “Dawson Dines.”

“I just met him. NASCAR.”

“Yeah,” he answered.

I nodded my head, a smirk on my face.

“He blows you, doesn’t he?” I said bluntly.

“What? No!” he said defensively.

“Dude, we’re not going to tell. Just tell us,” I pressured him. “I bet he gives a mean blowjob.”

He looked around at all the other guys and then he blushed. “Fine. He blows me,” he admitted.

“I knew it,” I bragged.

Chase and Jake looked uncomfortable, and it wasn’t about what Jonathan just admitted. I knew there was more. The were all way too nervous.

“And what else?” I asked him, he knew I knew something.

Jonathan continued to stare at his beer but said nothing.

“Yeah, what else?” asked Jake.

“It’s no big deal, guys,” Jonathan said, trying to wave off the situation as if it was a non-event.

I grinned. “You guys are fucking.”

Jonathan’s head shot up. “What? Nah, man. Just drop it.”

The other two guy’s jaws dropped in surprise. I just grinned.

“Dude, you’re fucking Drew Dines?” Chase asked.

Jonathan shrugged. “Guys, it’s not a big deal. I mean, I didn’t think it would ever happen, but it did. Besides, you guys, he has the best ass, tight as fuck AND he likes it rough.

I looked over at Jake and he swallowed hard, his hands trembled. He was next.

“Spill it, Jake,” I told him.

Jake looked like a deer in the headlights. He had guilt written all over his face.

“You’re fucking… who?” I asked.

Chase rolled his eyes and admitted it, said, “Chad Winston.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t he Rugby?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jake answered shyly.

I laughed and then teased, “He’s got a tight ass too, dude?”

“I don’t know,” he answered, looking down.

“You don’t know if the dude likes to get fucked?” I asked accusingly.

Jake looked up and then around the area. He was extremely uncomfortable. I knew what was going on.

“Jake, Jake, Jake. He’s boning YOU, isn’t he?” I said, taunting him too.

“Dude. Chad is boning you?” Chase asked with complete curiosity and shock.

Jake let out a hard sigh. “Shut up guys. It’s not a big deal.”

I laughed, “Your straight and you’re getting fucked by a professional Rugby player, and it’s not a big deal?”

“Not all the time,” Jake shrugged. “Look, he hit on me, and I decided to try it. His cock is huge, sometimes I can’t take it.”

“And you like it?” Chase asked.

“Dudes, it’s fucking Chad Winston. Of course, I like it. I have fucking Chad Winston’s DNA inside me. Right now! I have his fucking DNA inside my ass and he’s a part of me. It’s hot as hell.”

I nodded my head. Proud of myself for calling their bullshit out. It was Chase’s turn.

“Alright, pretty boy. You’re way too hot to not be fucking around with your friend. Who are you here with?”

Chase stood up straight, looking confident. “Smith Tarken.”

I was impressed. Smith was big black guy, quite ripped, and played football, a wide receiver.

“Respect,” I said holding up my fist which he proudly bumped.

“We don’t fuck, though,” he announced.

“Now my interest is peaked,” I said.

The other guys looked at him waiting for him to explain.

“Smith likes three-ways and shit like that.”

“With a girl, you mean?” Jake asked.

“No. Smith isn’t into girls,” Chase told them.

“So, you tag other guys,” I confirmed without him agreeing.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Chase nodded.

“Wait. How does a gay football player convince a straight guy to tag team other dudes?”

He smiled. “Did you see that $200,000 car in the driveway?”

“Yeah,” I answered knowingly.

“He bought that for me if I agreed to let him watch me fuck a guy,” he said.

The other two guys laughed.

“Oh my god, what is that even like?” I asked him.

“He has an assistant, a younger kid, college age and Smith sits in the corner and watches me rail the guy. I thought why not, the kid is hot and masculine. And that eventually turned into him joining in and now we do it together. Sometimes he’ll find us two or three bottoms and we dump a few loads each.”

Again, I fist bumped him. “Again, respect bro.”

“And YOU just found out Boone is into boys.” Jake stated.

“Yep.”

“And what now?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I have no idea. I’m not gay. I’ve never been with a guy. He’s never hit on me.”

Chad asked, “Yeah, but would you… you know?”

I thought about it. I hadn’t address it. I mean I always said it I was going gay; it would be with him. He’s hot. I’m hot. He’s a fucking beast. I like that about him.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “Now that I know, looking back, all the signs were there. He wants me, I can tell. But he’s not even trying to hit on me.” I was silent for a few seconds and decided to tell them, “Ok, so I have a man-crush on him.”

“Dude, it’s not a crush,” Jonathan said with confidence.

“He has been treating me like a boyfriend lately. God, if I wanted to, I could totally get with him and explore this shit. Maybe I should.”

“You really should,” Jake said.

“Eh, you do you,” Chase said. “Try it or not. I think you’d like it.”

Then I had a thought. “Well, now that you all know about each other, you know what this means about tonight?

Chase grinned. “We can join in tonight.”

The other two men’s faces lit up.

“Fuck,” Jonathan said. “We can,”

“You’re right. God, you guys. I’m fucking excited!” Jase said.

“So, what are you going to do, Wes,” Chase asked.

I thought about it again and then smiled. “I might as well stay and find out what this is all about. But I need to get drunk.”

They all laughed, and Jake left and came right back with a bottle of bourbon. “Drink up, stud. You’re going to see some hot shit tonight.”

I drank like a fish and quickly got hammered. When I’m drunk, my inhibitions fly out the door. I’m an open book and I have no filter. I noticed the three other guys getting handsy and they were talking about the stuff they do with their gay friends. It was turning me on. I looked at Jake who was stealing glances at me. He was a hot dude. Muscular, handsome, a great ass. I could see him putting out for a dude.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. Boone was back and looked a little disheveled.

BOONE’S POV

“Hey Boone!” Wes slurred, barely able to stand still. “What’s up buddy?” He put his arm around my shoulder.

I looked at him strange. “Are you drunk?” I laughed.

“What? Drunk? Please, you know me better than that. Not drunk, I’m trashed!” He rubbed my back. “Damn, muscles on muscles,” he whispered loudly.

He grinned at me. His teeth were so white. His eyes stared into mine and I looked at him suspiciously. “You’re handsy tonight.”

He ran his other hand over my chest. “So? Maybe I’m just friendly?” He slurred again.

“Excuse us, gentlemen,” I announced as I took his wrist and led him into the house where it was quiet. “What’s going on, Wes?”

I towered over him. I looked down at him and he looked up. “Nothing, BOONE!” he emphasized my name with a chuckle. “You are very tall,” he commented.

I laughed; he was hilarious. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this drunk. “Or are you just very short?” I teased.

“Hmm… nope. Survey says… you are tall!” he yelled doing his best Family Feud impression.

He squeezed my bicep and said, “Fucking pythons. BIG fucking pythons,” he mumbled. “Flex these babies.”

I froze. Wes was hitting on me. He was blatantly feeling me up. I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long. Finally, we’re going to fool around. I humored him and flexed.

“Yeah! Now THAT’S what I’m talking about, bro.”

“Strong enough to toss me around,” he laughed, punching me playfully on the shoulder. He reeked of alcohol. “You ever toss around any of those straight dudes?”

I smiled, “No. Not them, anyway.”

“Ohhh, so you do like to play rough,” he winked.

“When the situation calls for it,” I informed him with a wink back.

“You like to fuck boys. I think that’s cool. You like him muscular I bet.”

“I do. Like you,” I flirted again.

“I bet you’re fucking strong.”

“You know I am. I kick your ass in the gym all the time,” I taunted the drunk stud.

He laughed. “Yeah, you do! Kick my ass all over the place. You know why? Huh?” I shrugged but was totally amused. “Cuz you are fucking Boone Barber, motherfucker. Boone Barber is the man! You know that?”

I just went for it. I put my arms around his neck. “I did know that. I’m glad you know that,” I flirted.

“Yeah. I did know that,” he said with a dumb smile with glassy eyes. Glassy, beautiful eyes. “You know what, Booney?”

“Booney?” I cracked up.

“YEP!” he yelled out clapping his hands around my waist. “That’s your name now. Booney.”

“You’re fucking adorable.”

He looked up at me with a serious face. “You know what? Booney?”

“What, Wes.”

“YOU are a fucking hot man,” he announced with a nod. “There I said it. You are a very good-looking man.” He grinned a ridiculously stupid grin.

“Thank you, Wes. You’re extremely sexy,” I confessed to the shorter muscle stud.

“Yeah? You think I’m sexy?” He chuckled. “You want to fuck me, don’t you? Booney.”

“The thought has crossed my mind,” I admitted. Of course, I did. The man has an ass of steel.

“You’re dirty,” he said with a slurry, messy voice. “You are a dirty man, Booney.”

“Yes, I am. And I want to get you dirty too.”

“You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to get with you.”

“You have?” I asked with surprise.

“Oh, yeah. You’re Booney Barber. If I’m going gay, it’s got to be with Booney Barber,” he said matter-of-factly.

I looked at him sideways and smiled. “Are you saying you’re going to go gay?”

He shrugged. “Why not? Might as well test the waters, eh Booney?”

“I’m good with that,” I pulled him closer until my chest was against him.

“How about you kiss me, fucker.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. I wasted no time and slammed my mouth down on his. I could feel his stubble rubbing against my chin. He squealed inside my mouth, shocked I’m sure but after a minute or so, that hot little fucker got into it. We made out in the open living room. My cock was rock hard and his was too. He broke away and looked up at me.

“Booney! You can kiss!” he bellowed. “Damn, that was better than I thought it would be.”

I threw him down on the couch and jumped on top of him. I held his hands above his head and attacked his mouth again. There was a lot of squirming and a lot of moaning. We did this for what seemed like a hour but it was only about five minutes.

“You are such a hot little fucker,” I said, panting.

“Can I suck your dick?” he asked bluntly. I about lost it.

“You want to suck my cock?”

“Yeah. I want to suck the cock of Boone Barber. I want to fucking show you how much I want you. I got to suck your dick, Booney.”

I looked around to see if anyone was watching. “Uh… ok. We need to go find a bedroom.”

“Nice,” he said excitedly.

I yanked him up the couch and before he knew it, I hauled him up, slung him over my shoulder into a fireman’s carry and took him upstairs.

“WOO HOO, COWBOY!” he hollered. I didn’t care who heard.

I kicked open one of the many bedroom doors and threw him down on a bed.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” I asked him. “The very second I met you. I fucking saw you, that handsome face, that gorgeous ass, that body and that cocky swagger. I knew I had to have you.”

“Well, now you got me, big man,” he growled. “Let’s do this.”

I crawled on top of but then stopped. “You do know what will be happening downstairs later.”

“Uh huh,” he nodded. “Sex party. Orgy. Gang bang…”

I laughed. “Yes, all that.”

“So?”

“Just making sure you’re ok. Lots of crazy shit happens at these things.”

“I want to see some of the crazy shit,” Wes said before biting his bottom lip.

“Yeah?” I was intrigued. “You want to watch some hot dudes have sex?”

“I want hot dudes to watch you and I have sex,” he said, very seductively.

I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. “Wes, that is hot as fucking hell. I’d fuck the shit out of you and all those hot guys will be so jealous of my Wesley. You want that? Me inside you, drilling into you while all those jocks watch and beat off?”

“I want you to fuck me and make me your bitch. Make me your bitch in front of all those dudes. Show them who owns my ass. Fucking Boone Barber has a bitch and it’s me. You want me to be your bitch, big man? Huh, Booney?”

“Fuck! I want you to be my bitch, Wes. You’ll be my fuck toy. You want that stud? Be my little stud cum hole bitch?”

“You bet I do, fucker!”

“You want me to break you in first before you make your debut as a bitch?”

“Do whatever the fuck you want to do, Booney. Don’t ask, just do.”

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The first time I saw her I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. I always had a thing for Gothic girls with loads of tats. She wore a lot of black eyeliner with dark maroon colored shoulder length hair with pink ends. She had brightly colored tattoos up and down her arms and was wearing green fishnets with black Docs, a short fringy skirt and a black biker jacket. She had removed the jacket in the pool hall and thrown it on one of the chairs. That’s how we met. My friends and I were playing pool in the same room as her and her boyfriend. They were getting ready to go and she seemed to be pissed off at her boyfriend. After some heated words and a bit of yelling from both of them she grabbed her black motorcycle jacket and left without him. Unfortunately it was the wrong jacket. Fortunately it was mine.

I didn’t realize this until all my friends were gone and I grabbed my jacket. I didn’t have to even try it on to realize it wasn’t mine. It looked just like mine, slightly abused, lots of zips, but it had all types of band pins and chains and stuff on the front of it.

“Fuck,” I said out loud, just as she walked back into the pool hall.

“What, you don’t like my jacket?” She smiled. She was kind of intimidating because she wasn’t a small woman. She was almost as tall as me and her large chest made her even more intimidating somehow.

I shook my head and she said she was sorry she had taken my jacket; she had been a bit pissed off when she’d left.

“Really?”  “I couldn’t tell,” I smirked.

“Well, I was thinking about keeping it too,” She said, but I remembered I had my wallet in mine. I think your jackets better than mine.” She joked smiling at me.

I returned the smile and said, “Hi, I’m Stan.”

“I’m Kennedy”, you wanta get something to drink?”

“Yeah, um… sure, but it’s kind of getting late, I think this place is about to close.”

She said she knew of an underground bar that was right down the street. Said she knew the owner and the place would lock the doors and stay open into the early morning hours.

We walked together and made small talk. By the time we got to the bar it was just starting to close up. The bouncer told us the rules. Let him know when you wanted to leave otherwise the door was locked on both sides. There weren’t very many people in the bar and it was pretty dark.

Kennedy and I sat in one of the booths in the back and she told me about her life. Said she was a mixed up Rock and Roll nympho fiend. I told her I wrote copy for the Harold and wanted to write the great American Novel but I lacked experience and experiences. She chuckled a little and leaned in a bit and said she may be able to give me some “experiences” I’ve never had.

“Yeah, Like what?” I smilingly asked.

“Stan, Have you ever done anything with boys before?”

I scoffed and almost choked on my beer. “Wow, you’re pretty bold!” Um, well, I mean, there was this one time an old school friend and I had a sleep over, and well… we got a little grabby was all.” Looking around the room thinking maybe she’d brought me to a full on gay bar. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, just to see your reaction. I was thinking you might be Bi.”

“Why do you say that?” I scoffed.

“Well,” she licked her lips and rolled her eyes.”You just look, um, really hip. I noticed you when you first got to the pool hall and I thought to myself you look like my kind of flavor.”

“Hmm, thanks for the compliment. I still don’t see what that…”

“See, I’m a t-girl” she blurted out, then looked around and back into my eyes for a response.

I shot her back a questioning look and said, “What…what’s a…”?”

She grabbed my hand from under the table and pushed it up and under her short skirt. What I felt was a good size bulge that I would have been happy to have in my own pants.

I quickly pulled away. She smiled a half smile, leaned in and said, “Just think, it’s the best of both worlds.”

“Weeelll…” I started. Pulling my fingers through my hair and leaning back in the booth. “That’s… different.”

“Look, I could show you some experiences that you could really write about. That is if you’re into it.”

I stammered a bit and said, “yeah, I… I could see how that works, er… how that goes.”

“Ok, Yes… Yeah, let’s see how you do, hmm? This place has really big stalls in the ladies, follow me.”

I hesitated a bit as Kennedy got up and I followed her to the woman’s bathroom. As soon as I came in the door she threw her arms around my neck and started kissing me, pulling me toward the stalls.

She was a great kisser and it felt like I just fell into one of those cheesy porn movies but I didn’t want to stop kissing her. I’d never done anything with a girl in public bathroom before. Much less a t-girl and the beer and late hour seemed to be helping the situation. I could feel her grinding her hips into me stiffening up under her skirt. Whatever was going to happen, I thought, shit, what the fuck, why not? She was beautiful.

We bashed in through the stall door and she locked it, our breathing already becoming heavy. We continued making out with her being the dominate one pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. Both of us pulled off our jackets and just dropped ‘em on the floor. I put both my hands on her tits and she pushed me back a bit to undo her blouse and bra. As soon as those tits came into view I grabbed one and stuck it into my mouth and groped the other with my other hand.

Her chest was impressive. I’ve not always been a big tit fan ‘cause it usually means the girls got a bit of weight on her. But Kennedy was kind of thin and her boobs were large for her frame, but perfect. I pinched one of the nipples while my mouth sucked on the other.

“Yeah Stanley, suck on my tits. Suck ‘em hard, the harder the better.”

She undid the buttons on my jeans and pulled my cock up and over my undies then got down on her knees.

“Nice! Bikini underwear,” she rasped. “I can always tell a man by his underwear. My last boyfriend wore boxers. I should’ve known things weren’t going to work out with him.”

With that she stuck the head of my dick into her mouth. She sucked the tip of it and then went in deep and bobbed up and down. I was never a great fan of blow jobs. Maybe I just never had a good one.

Slipping my cock out of her mouth Kennedy said, “Wow, nice man-scaping Stanley. Are you sure you’re not gay. You even shaved your balls,” then stuck my cock back in her mouth. She was so aggressive it was like she just couldn’t get enough of my dick. And with her bright red lipstick exaggerating the act, it was as if she was trying to suck the cum out of me. She continued pushing her head into my crotch and down onto my knob until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. Right at the last minute she stands up and says.“That was fun! Ok, my turn.”

Before I could say how great that was she pushes my shoulders down so I’m on my knees in front of her. She turned her small skirt around and unbuttons it throwing it over the stall wall.

She pulls her black panties down and grabbed hold of her impressive cock.

“What you think of my cock Stanley?”

She was uncut and about 7 and a half inches long. The head was all swelled up and red just starting to peek out of the foreskin. I grabbed it and was kind of amazed at it ‘cause frankly I’ve never seen a dick this close, much less an uncut cock. It was so thick that I couldn’t get my fingers around the base of it. She smelled beautiful, a mix of a woman’s perfume and the musky scent of a man. Although she had dark hair her pubes were kind of light in color and trimmed just over her cock. Her balls were nice and soft and when I lifted them up, I swear they felt full.

I licked the tip and put it in my mouth not exactly sure what the fuck to do. I’d seen my share of porn before but until the tables have been switched and you’re a man down on his knees with a cock in your mouth you’re a bit lost. So I started to pull up and down on the shaft, jacking her off and trying to concentrate on not putting her cock too deep into my mouth so I wouldn’t gag. The foreskin pulled back even more when she got harder and the whole thing looked really foreign to me. It was a lot bigger than my dick and with the foreskin and thickness of it it looked angry. I pulled the foreskin way back and licked the mushroom shaped head in a circle like a popsicle. This brought a couple of gasps from Kennedy.

“Ah, mmm hmm, Oh yeah Baby, I knew you’d like it.”

She grabbed the back of my head and started to push her dick into my mouth further and pull out only to let me breathe. I bobbed my head up and down on her cock trying to please her but could still feel her hand on the back of my head.

“Hmm, good Stanley, little less teeth Honey.”

I looked up at Kennedy and she had put one of her nipples in her own mouth. I just about lost it ‘cause it looked so fucking sexy. I have never seen any chick do this in a porn or real life since.

“Ummm, Yummy Stanley. Not bad for your first time! Now for the pièce de résistance baby. Stand up and turn around Honey, Let me get you ready.”

I stood up and she pulled my pants all the way down pulling one leg over my shoe, me wondering what she was talking about, “getting ready.” She pushed me forward with my ass in the air leaning over the toilet.

She grabbed my bottom with both hands and jiggled my bum a bit.

“Hey, a…!” I said.

“Stanley, you got a nice ass. I knew it was nice when I first saw you. Sure wish guys would wear tighter pants. I could tell the good ones from the flat butts”

Then she dove right in and pushed her tongue into my hole. Stopping, she lightly bit my left ass cheek and then pulling my cheeks apart and licked up and down my crack. She slapped my ass with her right hand and pushed her tongue back into my hole again and proceeded to fuck me with it. It felt peculiar and really super nasty. The more she tongue fucked me the more I was getting into it.  I’d never felt anything like it before and I started to wiggle around a bit and push back.

“You like that, don’t you Stanley?” she pulled her head off my ass a bit.  “I bet you’d never thought a girl could make your hiney feel so good. Just wait my little bitch; the best is yet to come. When I cum.”

She kept tonguing my rear and grabbed my balls and lightly squeezed ‘em. I couldn’t help myself. I let out a moan that sounded like it came from someone else.

She reached around me and grabbed my dick and stroked back and forth bringing me to another level of excitement.

She stood up and I turned my head around to see her squeeze out a bunch of lube from a tube she’d pulled from her jacket.

“See, I always come prepared, Baby Cakes.”

I started freaking out a bit knowing that she was going to try to push her giant clitoris into my ass. But strangely, I was also looking forward to it.

Kennedy pulled her foreskin back and slid the tip of her cock up and down my ass crack. Zeroing in on my hole she pushed in a bit and grabbed my hip with the other hand.

“Hold Still, Stanley. You’ve got to get used to it. I won’t hurt you. Promise, Baby.” She pushed up into me until her dick head filled me up and stopped at my inner ring. “Breath in deep Honey, it’ll only sting for a bit”.

Stinging wasn’t the word for it. Invasive and strange was really what it was. It was also starting to get sort of a sharp kind of pain so I pulled forward a little. I was about ready to stand up and get the fuck out of the woman’s rest room when she slapped my ass again bringing me back to what was really going on. I was being fucked in the ass by a beautiful girl with a 7 and a half inch clitoris. She held onto my hips and pushed into me a bit more. The fullness intrigued me and I thought it kind of felt weirdly sexy. She pulled back out and squirted more lube on her dick.

“Hey Kennedy, Ok, um, hold on now. This is getting kind of… wait a minute man,” I exhaled.

“I’m not a man Stanley! I could fuck you like one. Don’t think you’d like that! But I think you need me to go a little slow to give you the patience to get it to the good feeling so you find out your true needs.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I said. Not knowing she was completely in control.

“Stanley Baby! I’ve got my dick already up inside you. Just hold still Baby. You’ll get used to it. Give it a minute.” She pushed past my inner ring and I gasped but she held my hips firm with me bent over the toilet holding perfectly still.

Kennedy waited about 60 seconds then pulled her hard cock out of my ass past my sphincter and then spit down onto her it. Pushing back into me she says, ”How you doing Stanley, getting used to my cock yet?” I could only groan. “Yeah you’ll be there soon, just wait.” She slapped my ass again with her other hand and pushed forward up back into me.

“Ahh, Ohh, dang,” I moaned. I could feel her big cock head push past my inner ring again and I just opened up.

“Yeah, it’s a big dick ain’t it Stanley? You know it won’t feel so bad soon and then you’re gonna love it”.

Suddenly, I could hear someone had come into the woman’s bathroom and Kennedy and I both stopped the banter and I leaned over more fully clutching the toilet and stayed perfectly still.

The intruder did something at the basin hummed to herself and then pushed the hand dryer on and split.

Funny enough this gave me a good amount of time to get more used to Kennedy’s cock in my bung hole. I didn’t even realize that she had pushed up a good amount more into me.

Hey, Baby Cakes! I’m going to start rockin’ OK”?

I just grunted.

With that Kennedy started slowly moving in and out of my ass. What was weird was how good it started to feel. Really full, not intrusive, strange but good. More like I was participating than being abused. I thought to myself this is what a woman must feel like when she’s getting fucked by a man.

“Spread your legs a bit more Darling,” She said. “I told you I was a Rock and Roll Nympho, and I’m always on the lookout for my Rock and Roll Slut. I think I found it in you baby. Yeah, Stanley the Slut, I like it.” She said as she pushed up into me a little deeper with each thrust.

She grabbed both sides of my hips and really started to slam into me. Each time she rammed up into me I would groan out.

She leaned over me and I was starting to sweat a bit. The fullness of her cock made me feel so slutty and nasty and I could feel it rubbing on my prostrate.

I was moaning louder and louder when Kennedy slapped my ass again and said she couldn’t hold on much longer.

“I think I’m going to cum Stan. Fuck, Hmm yeah, It’s starting. I can feel it.”

“Ohh, Oh Jesus. My god” I said as I started to ejaculate. I could feel my ass tighten around her cock as she kept up the assalt stabbing in and out of my ass. I squirted my cum all over the front of the toilet and almost lost my footing.

“Stanley, turn around I gotta to cum down your throat!”

I was lost in my own ejaculation when she slapped my ass super hard and brought me around.

She pushed me aside and down grabbing my head and stuck her slimy dick into my mouth.

“Hell yeah. Oh you sweet bitch you. Take my cum you Bitch pig’. You’re such a Slut, Fuck!” She shouted.

Holding my head with both hands she came into my mouth and held me with such a strong force that I couldn’t back out of. She just made it in time. Her cum filled the back of my throat and spilled out the edges of my mouth. I was in a daze and I could barely think. I started to cough a little but managed to swallow most of her load. It didn’t taste bad either.

Still kind of stunned Kennedy grabbed my face and lifted it up to hers and kissed me, sticking her tongue deep into my mouth tasting her own cum. This T-girl was a sex fiend!

She let go of my face and told me, “That was fuckin’ hot! Fuck yeah, I just knew you were a Rock and Roll Slut!”

I take the elevator down one floor and as I walk off I run into 2 friends getting off the other elevator.

“Hey!!!” Maddy screeches!

Completely caught off guard, I pull back as she goes in for a hug. Taking a quick glance at my crotch to make sure the big load I shot in my jock hadn’t seeped through to my shorts.

“Sorry, I’m sweaty… so humid!”

“Were you coming from upstairs?” Tom asks

“Yeah. I hit the wrong button…” awkward pause. “ Are you guys ready for dinner?” I ask before they can react.

We walk down the hall towards Josh’s apt.

Drinks are poured, dinner is served and the four of us sit at the table. I try to engage but I can’t focus on anything. My mind keeps wandering back to what just happened. I feel dirty and slutty and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.I keep eyeing the clock and my phone…. Time feels like it’s crawling by.

“Anyone need a new drink?” Everyone looks at me and raises their glasses, I make my way over to the kitchen when I feel my phone buzz.

“Show Daddy your sloppy hole.”

I practically run to the bathroom and throw my shorts down and try a few different angles till I get a shot of my furry crack matted down with sweat and cum and my hole puffy and glistening in cum. Fuck thats hot…never something I thought I cared about

“Now show me one finger inside, then it in your mouth”

I slide a finger in my cum filled hole and snap a pic. I debate rinsing my finger off before taking a picture of it in my mouth but feel so overwhelmingly turned on I take my cum covered finger into my mouth and snap another pic.

“How taste?”

“Your cum tastes delicious sir.”

“Good pussy boy. You will be back in one hour.”

“I will try sir.”

“Try?”

“I will sir.”

“That’s my Bello. My sexy little slut.”

Fuck… I’ve only been here an hour… dinner just served…. I come out of the bathroom and finish making the drinks and bring them to the table.

I have 20 minutes before I’m supposed to be back upstairs. I throw back my last drink, nervous, excited, guilty.

“Who’s ready for dessert?”

“I think I’m going to get going. I had a long day and have an early appointment with my trainer.” I lied, I hate lying to my friends, but there is NO way I can admit to them what I’m about to do.After some protests, outstretched goodbyes, I walk towards the elevator.

I take a deep breath and knock on the door.Daddy opens the door, still naked head to toe. Fuck he looks good. He doesn’t say anything, just moves to the side and gives me a wicked smile.My cock starts to swell in my jizz filled jock as the door closes behind us. I feel his arms wrap around my chest when he pulls me into his big muscular body. His warm breath on my ear.“Did you miss your Daddy, my pretty pig?”

“Yes sir”

“Good, Daddy has been planning for your return”

His hands have found their way to the waist of my shorts to undo the button and fly, allowing them to slide down my thighs. As they fall down my legs I feel my shirt lifted off. Daddy starts kissing my neck, tracing his tongue down my spine then shoves me forward so I’m bent , ass out, leaning against the wall. My used hole exposed. I feel his tongue aggressively slide into my sloppy pucker.

“Fuck yeah daddy!” I moan out.

He abruptly pulls his tongue out, swings me around and spits his load in my mouth before kissing me deep. I feel his big thick cock growing against mine inside my jock. Our tongues battle while his strong arms grab at my back and ass, his thick fingers teasing my hairy pussy. His hands lift my ass up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me somewhere, my arms and legs clinging to him, our lips still locked together in a sloppy kiss.I feel him release his hold and I let my legs down, feeling the cool floor underneath them. He pushes me off him and I feel tile behind my back. I open my eyes and see he’s placed me in the tub.

“On your knees boy!”

I bend down obediently looking up at him. He stands in front of me holding his thick semi hard shaft in one hand while rubbing the head with the palm of his other hand.

“You’re Daddy’s pretty slut, yes?”

“Yes sir!”

“You want Daddy to mark you as his pig?”

“Fuck yes sir!”

He just smiles down at me, our eyes locked. I feel a slow trickle of warm wet piss hit my chest. The stream strengthens and I feel light sprinkles against my chin and chest as he sprays against my left nipple then crosses to my right. My hand has found its way to my crotch, feeling the pouch of my jockstrap get wet as his piss runs down my body. I feel it spray my face and hair.

“Open” he barks. 

For the first time I feel the slightest hesitation but fuck, I know I’m daddy’s pig now. I feel his warm spray on my mouth get stronger, his cock head just inches from my open mouth, then in my mouth.

“Swallow my Bello pig”

I wrap my lips around his head and start to swallow.

“Yes, drink right from Daddy’s tap.”

It tastes salty and tangy, stronger than the drops I cleaned off earlier and I can smell it on me too. I swallow as much as I can but it overflows my mouth and I start to cough.

He pulls out, still flowing on me, pushes my head to his balls and I feel his stream running down my spine and trickling down to my twitching hairy hole. Im sucking and licking his furry balls while his stream starts to slow down. I feel him pull my head back by my hair and he slaps his wet head on my tongue.

“You like my piss boy!”

“Yes sir. It feels so good soaking me and tastes delicious.”

“That’s my dirty whore! You’re cock is so hard from drinking my piss.”

I can feel his cock growing next to my face and shudder in anticipation about how he will use me next.

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I’ve written over 100 stories on this site and most are based in an element of true events that I’ve experienced. I was having a conversation with a friend tonight, I recalled the first time I strayed in a relationship. What I’m saying is, this is 100 % true.

I’d been involved with someone for a number of years, and we were even married. Previously. I’d been in an emotionally abusive relationship. The sex was phenomenal. The stud had an amazingly chiseled body and a huge dick. Things in the bedroom were fantastic, but when we weren’t fucking he was controlling and would go out of his way to make sure I was miserable. For awhile I believed that’s what I deserved, tried to convince myself that for a good fuck it was worth the abuse. After almost 7 years, I filed for divorce. I’d still get a text or call from him from time to time, but I was selective about responding. 

Once that ended, I rebounded and met a man that treated me with incredible kindness, respect, and we became very good friends, and we got married. Things in the bedroom were less than exciting. While I know he’d never hurt a fly, he just wasn’t doing it for me in the bedroom. Physically, not at all resembling my psycho ex boyfriend.

And then one day, my psycho ex texted me. I let my guard down, we exchanged texts. They became more sexual in nature as they progressed. I was really surprised because he’d recently married and literary returned from his honeymoon less than a month ago. But yet, I blame myself for allowing him to seduce me. I began to recall our hot sex, his hot body, those ripped muscles, that big Latin uncut dick. I clearly lost my senses and agreed to meet him!

With his new husband not at home, when I arrived, there he was, shirtless and in jeans. His exposed toned brown skin, his pecs, his quarter-sized nipples. The chest hair. I could not resist. And he knew it. Immediately, he began to demean me. “Come in you fucking whore. You know you want this dick. That’s why you’re here. I still own you and always will” Memories of his continuous putdowns that broke my psyche, that I had to go through years of therapy to overcome flashed through my head. I knew intellectually I shouldn’t be doing this, but I was there, and I had no defense. Hearing his voice brought back all the awful memories and yet, i still let him control me, the emotional distress building within me.

I entered his house and I didn’t say anything. He could see my internal struggle and he said, “I know you. Once I pull of my jeans, you’re mine. You’ll always be mine because you’re nothing. You’re nothing without my cock. You’re a worthless shit”. He looked at me so smug. I knew he was right and he knew it, too. I still said nothing. I believed him. 

Looking me in the eye he undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. “This is what you came here for you fucking faggot. Fucking pathetic”, and then he pulled down this jeans using his thumbs and revealed a pair of gray CK boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his incredible 9.5” bulge. “You’re a fucking cocksucking faggot. You always have been and you always will be”. 

Then he pulled down his briefs and out sprang that huge uncut monster cock. You know, the kind that can’t fit in just one hand. It was hard and throbbing. Even though I hate this man for all he’s done to me over the years, I found myself on my knees making love to his hard-on without a second thought. His dick was like a drug to me, I couldn’t get enough.

As I’m blowing him, knowing I shouldn’t be doing this, he’s got his hand atop my head and screaming, “oh fuck, just like old times. I knew I could fuck you up and you’d still come back for more of this dick. You know how I like it faggot, deep and slow deep and slow.” I did know how he liked it. I’m now so mad at myself that I’m doing this, thinking about this man that loves me at home, and wondering what brought me there, Wondering what the hell is wrong with me? I keep working his cock with my mouth like my life depended on it. I let him choke fuck me.  He’s looking down at me, laughing at me, fucking my throat . “After all this time, you crawl back for MY cock. You’re weak, you’re a fucking weakling. You’re not even a man, sucking my cock like a cheap whore. That’s exactly what you are fucker”! 

Now tears are pouring down my face because I know he’s right.  I am pathetic and weak. And as he spins me around to fuck me, it hits me. I’m realizing that I’m getting fucked by my ex because I like the way he makes me feel small and worthless and that very likely I’m here taking his huge fuck meat because I’m not getting this at home. I was craving not only his dick and his body, but that big fat monster dick. I wasn’t getting this at home. One of my basic human needs was unfilled, and I was there to close the gap. 

I let him fuck me senseless pounding my ass while I lay flat on my stomach and he begins to speak in my ear “I can’t wait to tell your husband that I fucked and bred you. Im gonna fill your ass and you’re gonna let me. Then I’m going to send our texts to you boyfriend. Your not good enough for him, not good enough for anyone really”, all of this while  fucking me stupid.  I tense up, because I know he’s a sick motherfucker and I know he will. He also knows I’m too much of a wuss to say anything to his husband. Then he continues, “I’m gonna fill your  ass with my load, bitch. And you’re going to go home with it. Your husband will be reading my texts and will see you, and you’ll still be  full of my seed. Fucker!” This stud fucked me until I was begging  for him to shoot in me. I didn’t care at that moment. The way his big fuckstick felt inside me was something I’d missed, something I’d needed. For a moment, I didn’t care what the consequence would be. I’d deal with that later. For now, I didn’t want him to stop!

Sure enough, the psychopath dumps his seed in my ass. I begin to head home trying to process what just happened. within the hour my husband texts me.”we need to talk when you get home”.  I get a sick feeling in my stomach because I let this fucker manipulate me.  I get home and my husband shows me the text exchange and asks “Am I not enough?” 

I replied that I was sorry, I was weak, he was hot, I couldn’t say no. He replied and said, I think your ex is right about you. You let him manipulate you because you like the attention. You like the excitement . You are exactly what he said, you are a worthless whore who will open your ass for any dick. until the day you die you’ll be alone and wishing you’d never done this. I was sobbing and pleading for him not to end us, to give me another chance. He said, “you don’t think I know you fuck around you fucking trash lying piece if shit. Fuck YOU! And then he grabbed some of his things and left. 

I tried to call and attempted to explain we’re all human and make mistakes, that it didn’t mean anything. He called me “fucking asshole” and hung up on me after telling me to lose his number and that he’s filing for divorce. 

So, here i am. My ex husband, so fucking twisted made it his business to destroy me and my marriage. Maybe it was eventually going to happen? I look for cock because I crave it. I’ve long since given up on finding a man that can both respect me and treat me like a whore in bed. So, my ass does open for any dick, and now, I sit here with a Cellblock cage on my cock. You can see the journey I took to get here. I’ll always be mad at my ex for many reasons, but I also thank him. He saw me for what I was long before I knew. Funny how that happened. 

Eighteen-year-old Charles Brown, AKA Charlie, could not think of a worse fate than being grounded on Halloween. He and his friends had spent weeks planning how they would snatch trick or treat bags from unsuspecting little kids then spend the rest of the night watching scary movies and smoking weed, while devouring their loot. It was pretty lame, but at least he would have been hanging out with the fellas.

“You had better not let anybody in this house once I’m gone.” scolded his mother for the millionth time. He wanted to tell her that he was a grown assed man, but how much weight did that carry when he was still high school and had to depend on her for his basic needs. “Maybe a little time alone will help you think about how important it is to keep your grades up.”

 Charlie was so pissed he didn’t even bother to tell his mom she looked like a fucken fool in her afro wig and giant hoop earrings, and no one at her office party was going to get that she as going as Cleopatra Jones, and not some random black chick from the hood. Fuck her; she was going to go have fun with her peers and he wasn’t.

“Yes Mom.”

“I mean it Charlie!”

“Mom, who am I gonna let in; all of my friends are somewhere having fun tonight.”

“Well, if you get your grades up, maybe next year you can join them.”

“Bitch!” he thought to himself as the door closed behind her. He watched from the window as she backed out of the driveway and down the street to join her colleagues in night of drinking, inappropriate dances, and groping that no one in the office would acknowledge the next day.

Not hanging out with his friends would be a drag, but not entirely. After a ten-minute grace period to ensure that his mother was not coming back for anything, Charlie turned out the porch light, so no trick or treaters would disturb him, locked the door, and headed upstairs to his room for some “special fun”

Unbeknown to his mother and friends, Charlie was a subscriber to the adult entertainment site BGB, or Black Gay and Bold, where well- built fine ass bothers of various shades of brown sucked and fucked each other to the delight of anyone who dared to log onto the site.

Charlie had just clicked Inch Worm, the featured freak of the day’s image, when there was a loud banging noise coming from the back door.

“Retarded ass kids!” he huffed. “No lights mean no goddamn candy; fuck them, they’ll figure that shit out cause I’m trying see Inch Worm do the damn thang.”

The banging became so loud it sounded as if someone was trying to break the back door down, as much as he hated to, Charlie knew he had to go regulate shit. Fucken kids! He bolted downstairs and tore open the backdoor only to find darkness, immediately there was a knock at the front door. Pissed off and not taking time to lock the back door, he stormed to front and flung it open to the gleeful cry of “Trick or Treat!”

“Why the fuck was ya’ll banging on my goddamn door back door like you crazy?!” he yelled at the little princess and two transformers on the porch.

“My kids didn’t bang on your back door.” said their mother stepping up to protect them, “We only got here a few seconds before you opened the door”

Charlie didn’t know if she was lying or not, he didn’t want to waste any more time; he just wanted to get back upstairs watch Inch Worm bust a nigga’s ass open then pump his dick.

“If it wasn’t you, I’m sorry; I’m also sorry, we don’t have any candy, could you please pass that on to the other trick or treaters.”

Without waiting for a response, he shut and locked the front door again. “Oh yea.” He remembered. “Let me lock the backdoor again.” To his complete horror, the back door was already locked. His heart began to race; he knew he hadn’t locked the door himself. Someone was somewhere in the house.

He looked around the kitchen and armed himself with a knife. He needed to call the police. Damn his mother! Months ago, she had decided that it would be cheaper if the two of them just had cell phones and got rid of a land line. She now had his fucken cell phone in her purse while she did the hoochie coochie with some random employee at the fucken office party.

The only wise thing to do was leave the house while he could and go to the neighbors and call the police. Just when he was about to go out the back door, he heard a sound from upstairs as if a shoe had been thrown across a room, seconds later he heard it again. Curiosity outweighed common sense, and he abandoned his plan to leave the house and began to climb the stairs slowly.

He held the knife tightly in his right hand and tried to control his breathing. He silently prayed that whoever was in the house, it was only one of them and he or she wasn’t too much bigger and stronger than he was. Years of running track kept him at a slight 145 pounds. Thankfully, there were only three rooms upstairs, his room, the guest room and the bathroom. The bathroom was wide open the lights were on the way he’d left it earlier; he could see from the light in the hallway that it was unoccupied. The guest room and his bedroom was side by side. The guest room was closed, and he could see from underneath the door that there were no lights on. The door to his room was closed, but the light he had left on shone from beneath the crack in the door.

“There is no way an attacker is going to hide in a fully lit room.” He told himself. “At this point, the smart thing to do is lock myself in my room until he’s gone.” He slowly turned the knob to his room door in case he had been mistaking about where the intruder was hiding. With the knife held firmly, he flung his room door open. His heart nearly stopped for the second time that night.

On his bed, buck naked and stroking a dick so thick and long, Inch Worm would have hidden his face in shame ,was his best friend, KeeSawn Anthony.

“Damn Nigga,” moaned KeeSawn, “I thought you’d never bring your ass upstairs; dick or treat Charlie, I’m about to give you both.”

“That’s what’s up.” Said Charlie stripping out his clothes, He and KeeSawn had traded blowjobs in the past, but it never went any further. Charlie had always wanted to take things to the level it was about to go to, but was scared to make the first move.

Charlie began sucking on KeeSawn’s sweet caramel colored dick, made all the sweeter by the precum that already begun to drip. KeeSawn, placed Charlie onto his back, spread his legs wide and began to eat his ass like it was his favorite Halloween candy. Charlie’s back arched as KeeSawn’s thick tongue moved deeper and deeper into his tunnel of love.

 Just when Charlie thought there could be no greater pleasure, KeeSawn, began sucking on his rock-hard dick while fingering him at the same time. The first finger had Charlie damn near scampering up the headboard, the second finger, which came moments later combined with KeeSawn’s expert cock sucking had him in tears and sputtering incoherent phrases. When KeeSawn’s whole fist was in his ass and twisting around, Charlie screamed like a tortured Halloween spirit brought back from the dead and filled up KeeSawn’s mouth with more cum than he knew one guy could produce in a single nut busting.

“That shit felt good?” asked KeeSawn after swallowing the load.

“Mmm.” Moaned Charlie

“You gonna give me that ass now, nigga?”

Charlie answered KeeSawn by throwing his legs up giving him access to his waiting hole.

“That’s what’s up,” said KeeSawn reaching over onto Charlie’s nightstand and removing the bottle of lube Charlie had intended to use for his solo act. He liberally lubed his dick until it stood its full ten inches.

“Goddamn!” shrieked Charlie, his back bowing from the shock of KeeSawn’s entry. KeeSawn was not the first dick to go in Charlie’s ass, but by far his was the biggest, and the way he was laying it in, was starting to make Charlie think it was the best. Before long, Charlie was throwing the ass just as KeeSawn was throwing the dick.

Charlie, who loved to ride dick, forced KeeSawn over onto his back, so that he could have the pleasure of Charlie bouncing up and down on his piece. KeeSawn underestimated how skilled his boy was, he completely thought that he would have to do all the work, but the way Charlie rode his dick slowly while tightening his asshole with every stroke, KeeSawn knew he was dealing with a pro.

“Hell yea.” He encouraged smacking Charlie’s ass “Bounce on that shit nigga; make me bust.”

“Hell naw.” Said Charlie stopping mid bounce. “You ain’t busting shit ‘til you tap this ass doggy style!”

“Oh, it’s like that?” smiled KeeSawn

“Just like that.”

KeeSawn forced Charlie into the doggy position and proceeded to plow into his ass. The bed began squeaking as if it were being torn apart. Charlie began screaming as if he were being torn apart. Even KeeSawn was producing sounds he wasn’t used to from the pleasure of Charlie pushing his tight ,wet ass against his big hard dick.

Without even touching himself, Charlie busted for a second time flooding his comforter. He could feel KeeSawn’s dick head pulsating and knew he was going bust soon.

KeeSawn knew from jacking off and trading head with Charlie that he was into super soaking. Charlie laid flat on his back while KeeSawn stood up over him on the bed and shot his load up and down Charlie’s hot body.

“That’s what’s up!” they both panted as KeeSawn collapsed onto the bed next to Charlie who had begun rubbing KeeSawn’s love lotion into his skin.

“Damn nigga where you learn to throw ass like that?” asked KeeSawn.

“Probably the same place you learned to throw dick.”

“BGB website.” Smiled KeeSawn. “I was just planning on scaring you when I snuck in, but when I came upstairs and saw how you was entertaining yourself, a brother got hella horny, and figured my dick’s just as big as Inch Worm’s; why not give you the real thing.”

“This is the best fucken prank anybody’s ever played on me; damn that was good dick.”

“You want another go round?” Asked KeeSawn, his dick starting to pound erect again.

“Chill.” Said Charlie. ‘My mom will be back soon, but we will definitely be doing this shit again.”

“My folks are going to be out of town all weekend.” said KeeSawn gathering his clothes.

“I’ll be off punishment by Friday.” smiled Charlie.

“That’s what’s up!” they both said exchanging a fist pound. Once KeeSawn was gone, Charlie couldn’t resist jacking off while showering.

It had been the best Halloween ever. Not only had his best friend laid a fuck on him to rival anything seen on BGB, in a few short days he’d be able to do it again over a longer period of time.

“That’s what’s up.” smiled Charlie as he went to sleep thinking of all the nasty shit, he and KeeSawn would do over the weekend.

The End

Upon request, this is the epilogue to The War We Won.

Assigned to war-torn land, a young man traveled to a new democracy which stood shakily after years of civil strife. Skirmishes continued in the countryside far from the capitol while the new nation began rebuilding.

This young man took the position to escape another war that devastated his very soul.

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In a village of around a hundred folk, the young man and his mission were welcomed. Villagers were proud to host him – they furnished him a room in an ancient converted coffee processing shed.

This was their best for the young man who was unique among many. His presence protected them from further shelling and skirmishes as any injury he might sustain would begin an international incident. By dint of birthplace, he was a living peace-insurance policy though the strategy of his assignment was not recognized openly. He came to teach.

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Few amenities in the distant outpost, unfortunately and fortunately the young man was accustomed to a simple life. The village community sang together, built bonfires and danced to music from homemade instruments for celebrations. Fresh fruits from the jungles were their treats. On their unpaved roads, unshod feet tread to work and school. Sunset brought out torches, improvised oil lamps.

In his room was a bucket to haul water. This took time and energy in the heat. Looking at the stream, he saw it was dirty and the children of the area were ill. Many died. The smell of the water alarmed him. Before beginning his assigned task, he addressed the problem.

The telephone was in the next village; he walked. Weeks he spent calling the capitol, international organizations, churches, old friends, enlisting help from abroad. Took almost a year until the village had a tap providing fresh water from a deep well. Water had to be pumped manually; a highly celebrated pump it was.

Villagers dug trenches diverting waste water and many came to the pre-formed concrete bathhouse to wash every day. Women scrubbed laundry outside the unroofed structure, their children played nearby.

At dawn, the young man waited in line at the wash house. Then, finger on his hairline in front of his ear; left cheek, right cheek, he shaved in the bucket-and-cup custom. Ran his hand across his chin, his neck, he washed quickly. Another man waited behind.

Soon, an elderly man appeared near the bath house. With a wooden stool and a pair of scissors, he charged little to keep the men groomed in a fashion distinct to the area. Bowl cuts only; a practical style.

Through this time, the young man noticed there were no mirrors. Occasionally he glimpsed his reflection in the only window left intact. It was at an old bodega where a family now resided; his glances were brief, didn’t want to appear snooping.

* * * *

Monthly, he traveled to a larger village, visited a shed refashioned into a cafe. Different people, music, jokes and news while consuming the bitter local brew. Others’ faces held scars of war, deep lines of hard pasts, accidents made each face distinct. The group he worked for had a good reputation and a few in the cafe knew his face, most recognized his blue jacket with the symbol of his organization.

The next day he’d pick up his supplies and take any mail. If lucky, he’d meet a genial truck driver and hop a lift. Pigs and cabbages were often his travel companions back to the village.

* * * *

Time passed, and the perspective of the young man changed, he took close note of the earth’s changes, the seasons, though there were only two. The height of corn and bean crops in the fields, the blossoms and forming fruits, the beginnings of banana bracts were significant. He observed edible plants intently — he was as hungry as the rest of the villagers. Assuming the quiet faith of the people around him, he took water until victuals were had. Children’s bellies were the first to be filled.

His work was repetitive yet he continued and enjoyed village life, especially the children’s curiosity and spontaneity. The impact of his teaching wouldn’t be fully realized for years, yet what he built in their minds was solid. He was well-respected for his dedication. In turn, he admired the campesinos’ tenacity, their unity in facing hardship.

* * * *

Came time the teacher was called home. Village life, its rhythms had taken root inside him, yet funding had ceased. His school would continue in a greatly reduced manner. The new instructor stayed with him a while. The teacher packed what he gathered but left most of it, supplies were meager.

A grand fiesta heralded his departure. Villagers would miss him. He’d left his sweat on the roadsides clearing fallen trees, helped raise structures. He sat with the dying, taking a share of their sorrow. More than a teacher, he was their link to a better life. By his presence alone, he brought them the peace needed to expand their fields, rebuild houses, flocks, barns and the market.

The market, the very heart of the village, had returned with scant offerings, and it reflected success.

The teacher would miss the people who surrounded him, they’d taught him unspoken lessons in their ways. Sadly, he headed to the airport in the predawn chill. His blue jacket had paled and frayed and it was his most official attire.

* * * *

The international airport was simply an air-conditioned building with wide tarmac strips nearby. Only a duty-free shop, customs agents’ desks inside the structure. The airport was empty, dark; a security guard stood in front.

He approached the uniformed man, “I’m supposed to leave at noon. What happened?”

“Political problems.” He said, “If you were going north, all flights are cancelled until the governments reinstate their agreements.”

“I’ve heard there is a train. Where is the depot?” He was expected soon.

The guard shook his head, “It only goes to Nandaime, not the border.”

Quickly recalculating, the teacher decided to take buses further north, get a plane where he could. Back on the city bus, he asked for directions. Other riders thought him a bumpkin by his dialect. They chuckled, helped him along.

* * * *

Another delay. The bus northward would arrive in the morning. Other riders slept in the station on the wooden benches. The night was warm, there were no walls. Though uncomfortable, it was peaceful but for a family of small, green lizards darting for bugs.

During those years, buses were loud, informal transit. The ancient, bulky, rehabbed carriages were hand-painted, bright transport. Interiors were shabby and smelled sharp of disinfectant.

The first leg of the man’s home-bound trip he sat aside a basket of peeping baby chicks. Children roamed the aisles during stops selling cold drinks and candies. Food vendors handed their snacks through the windows of the bus; drivers didn’t dally.

* * * *

It was on the second stretch of his long journey he sat by a window which still held a pane of glass. Night fell and the driver stopped to refuel. Dim overhead lights came on, riders stood to stretch.

In the soft light he turned to the window. He saw a face. A momentary shudder startled him. His own reflection appeared as a specter, pale and gaunt. Time and life had changed him. His changed features didn’t disturb him, nor the wrinkles. It was his color. The reflection was so white as to be unnatural; so white as to appear dead, but he wasn’t dead. He could feel his heart thumping rapidly from this surprise and turned away.

The bus driver called his riders and they began northward again. The man couldn’t look back at his reflection, it disturbed him. Took many kilometers for him to realize that he’d only seen the faces of dark-skinned people, every shade of the browns and bronze, golden tan but he had not seen his own image for years. He was as troubled as he was puzzled by his thoughts.

Expectations and the unrealized collided inside him leaving a feeling that something deep had detached.

* * * *

Baffling trip he created home. Planes, buses and taxis and the teacher arrived to be immediately shuffled to the capital of his nation to present a report to a subgroup of a sub-committee.

Traffic noises on the streets, moving images and crowds surrounded the man as he strode the steps to the austere building. He’d learned quickly not to ask for help in his homeland, people plugged their ears with wired devices — they paid a stranger no mind. Snippets of conversations on public transit made him aware that their conversations were much like the village folk—dinner, friends and lovers, work, pay, hopes and dreams.

Taking his place at the podium, he presented a well-organized speech, all aligned with the objectives he was given years ago, “Additionally, your funding has brought hope. Peace has allowed rebuilding. Hope and opportunity cannot be assessed by dollars and the village has risen from the destruction to flourish.”

He smiled after being given a certificate for his work, applause and thanks from those present. Many of the other teachers assigned to the same far nation had returned home early, unable to adapt to the continual poverty and hunger. He had stayed.

As he left, a committee member pulled him aside, “We’d like for you to continue. Will you take another assignment?”

“In the same place?” He wanted to reclaim the part of him that had detached.

“Plenary session will decide in July.”

* * * *

The teacher had funds to live almost comfortably and sought out an area where familiar foods were sold, near an immigrant enclave where the sounds and smells were similar to the village. His stomach no longer tolerated the rich foods, a basic diet was in order.

The rooms in his home he decorated in greens, every verdant hue, to again wrap his life in jungle colors. Modestly tasteful, his home was cozy yet he covered the mirror in the bath, avoiding his discomfiting reflection.

Upon occasion he visited local bars. Men’s faces were smooth, beautiful. Almost every one appeared a model or a star. After a few visits, the faces appeared so similar as to be the same. Jokes, news and chatter were repetitive; competition for instant intimacy was the order of the day. During that time, it was a risky, lethal game he avoided.

* * * *

It was on the metro one evening that the teacher saw a man reading a tattered newspaper. Familiar words in a foreign language headed the front page. It was from the nation where he had taught.

Softly, he struck up a conversation with the dark man, “Is the countryside still peaceful?”

“War? No, but drought, floods, bugs—farmers live a hard life. Why?”

“I taught at a school in the countryside for several years; in the northeast.”

“There are teaching jobs here that pay well. Why did you go?”

The teacher hesitated and told a half-truth, “I loved someone deeply. I went — I went because… to distract myself from losing him.” He looked away to avoid another question.

Their conversations continued every evening and the men exchanged phone numbers. They cooked for each other, shared coffee and news.

The dark man’s apartment was as basic as possible, many men lived there; single mattresses leaned against all the walls when not in use. Roommates came and went through the nights and days; all worked several jobs.

* * * *

At the teacher’s home, the dark man asked, “Why is your mirror covered? I looked. It isn’t broken.”

The teacher explained his discomfort with his own reflection. “It happened when I left the village. I seem to have lost the feel of my color. It’s like part of me is missing—very disturbing. Did this happen to you?”

“I miss my family, my friends, but not any part of me.”

“Have you ever felt yourself in the wrong color skin — like you’ve seen so many white faces, you expect yourself to be pale as well?”

The dark man was confused. He’d never felt the loss of his color living in a nation of pale-skinned people. Was this a peculiar Caucasian problem? To him, feelings of discomfort were only passing moods. His life was pressed by other issues. Feeling doltish at being unable to address his friend’s dilemma he left.

Both somewhat embarrassed to speak of these unusual sentiments, they didn’t call or visit for several months.

* * * *

Late on a Friday night, the teacher got a call from his friend, “May I visit?”

“Bienvenido, my friend.” The teacher was relieved, he feared he’d asked a question that carried an unknown insult or perhaps revealed insanity.

The dark-skinned man brought a single, wine-colored rose and a big smile, “My teacher, my teacher,” he shook his head, embraced his host. “What you told me about your color caused me to experiment. I began looking into every face I met. I do see myself differently when I look straight into other’s eyes when I speak. I don’t lose my color, it becomes richer. I am proud of my life, helping the ones who gave me brown skin. Thank you.”

The teacher stared; he’d not expected that.

“Come,” The dark man took his friend’s hand and uncovered the mirror in the bath. “Look at two handsome men. We’re different, yes, and the same inside. The discomfort you feel is the lies you’ve been told about colors. Those lies must stop, they’re causing that detachment you feel. Close your eyes.” The dark man used a simple tactic to comfort a man he respected.

The teacher thought this odd, yet complied.

The dark man tapped on the teacher’s chest, “That place where you feel you lost something, go there and listen.” Then the dark man smiled widely, “You’ll hear the truth that all hearts beat as one – the color of the skin that holds our hearts is so very unimportant.”

With that, he gathered the teacher against his chest and squeezed him close, “Feel it?”

The teacher smelled the dark man’s sweat; memories of a young lover stirred from a blurry past. He took another deep whiff, found the empty place inside. It appeared as an ethereal hallway. Ahead, he sensed the man he’d loved deeply so long ago, still young and brave.

Words he couldn’t speak in life rang through the glowing passage and across the years. Brightness collapsed through him leaving calm.

A stark thought prickled though the teacher’s torso. His detached part wasn’t about color but a fault in how he viewed himself through his regrets. Regrets became the barriers he’d built against another loss. Regrets detached him from loving again.

A teacher’s arms encircled a friend who brought warm consolation. A friend who brought his best to offer freely. Burning tears came, profound gratitude heated, “Thank you.”

With that, he hesitantly kissed his friend’s neck and felt himself squeezed harder.

Hope for rebuilding his heart, his life, flickered. “Yes, I feel it.”

Hearts beat in unison.

Part 1. What the fuck?

What the fuck? That’s usually what one hears when the wife walks in and you are in her wedding lingerie jerking off a pair of her silk panties. For weeks after that, she didn’t talk to me at all. And then I let her catch me again. Big mistake. One day, out of nowhere, she has a plan. 

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I’ve decided I kind of liked seeing you in my underwear and dress. We don’t have sex much anymore and I probably am to blame for you looking for other ways to satisfy yourself. As a matter of fact, seeing you like that actually got me really turned on. I was surprised by that. It took me until now to admit I liked it. How about tonight we try something like that again? You get dressed up in my clothes and we see what happens? Are you up for that?”

After she left for work I spent an hour going through her closet looking for her outfits. I even found that secret box of toys I thought she had thrown away years ago. A vibrator, some handcuffs, a blindfold, a couple of bottles of slippery lube, a little butt paddle for spanking. Down in the bottom, in a box marked ‘Bondage and discipline kit’ were the things we had never used. Inside the box was a rubber ball gag. An extra-long butt plug with a ring on the top of it for pushing it in and pulling it back out. It had a weird little twist in the middle of it. There was a silver metal chastity cage for a man’s penis and balls, and a set of 3 different types of metal nipple clamps. I’m glad we never used any of those!

I didn’t get any work done all day. I hurried home and was nearly dressed when she arrived. I was in a sexy ‘Little Red Riding hood’ outfit she had worn one year for Halloween. I’d been the ‘Big Bad Wolf’, wearing a wolf rubber mask. She seemed surprised I was ready. But she took it in stride and told me to wait in the bedroom while she opened some wine. When she walked in, she noticed the box of toys on the dresser. “Oh, you found those?” I shyly nodded. “Why haven’t you used any of them yet? Are you a nervous little bitch?”

Bitch? Gee. Is she is getting into this a little too much? She picks through the box and brings out the handcuffs. “These will be a good start. Don’t you think?”

I told her I wasn’t even sure if we have the key. She didn’t seem to care. She pulled me down to my knees and pushed my arms through the rails of the footboard on the bed. Then she locked my wrists together.

Out came the ball gag. I’ve never been gagged before. Why did we have all this kinky stuff anyway? The ball was bigger than it looked, it was pretty firm, and filled my mouth up all the way. She wasn’t very gentle as she pulled the strap around the back of my neck, buckling it much too tight. “That will keep you quiet, and helpless for a while, you bitch.”

She seemed kind of pissed off. She left the room and didn’t come right back. When she did, she had plans for me. She pulled the top of the ‘Red Riding hood’ dress down exposing my nipples. She used the biggest Mid evil clamps in the set and roughly snapped them on. They took a huge bite out of my chest, squeezing my nipples really hard. “Fuck!” I tried to protest. But I could only whimper like a captive slave. My eyes were red and crying. She just laughed and pulled the top of the dress back up. Pulling at the clamps hurting my nipples even more. She left the room and didn’t come back for a long while. All I could do was lean against the foot of the bed and endure the pain. Wondering what the fuck was going on. 

Part 2. Step 2

This time I could hear her on the phone. She even walked to the bedroom door, looking at me while she talked. And then a photo! Who the fuck is she sending a picture too? After a while, she returned. She was wearing some blue rubber surgical gloves. “I guess we need to get you broken in before we can move on to step 2.” 

Up came the back of the dress. She laughed when she saw the black lace panties and black satin girdle I was wearing. “Oh, you like those, do you?” Up came the girdle and down came the panties. I felt her cold slippery latex fingers rubbing some lube up and down my crack. Then, suddenly without any warning, two fat slippery fingers pushed all the way up my ass. I jumped and squirmed. I heard myself let out a muffled squeal. A high-pitched noise like a surprised teenage schoolgirl would make. I was so embarrassed. Where did that come from? 

“You are a stupid little bitch, aren’t you?”

I was breathing hard, snot was running out of my nose. She worked my ass for a long time. It hurt. Then, again without a word of warning, her fingers popped out as the long probing butt plug spread my cheeks and my tight little hole. It touched strange new places in my ass. She twisted it around and pushed it in deeper, just to be sure it was staying put. Every time she twisted it the tip was poking a different place inside me. It felt like it was all the way up into my innards! And then, it felt like it hit a really crazy place. My dick bounced a little. What the fuck?

After she took a picture of my ass, she pulled up my panties and put the girdle back in place. She took a picture of my red, whimpering, drooling face. With a confused, painful expression, I was staring up at her. “You remember Johnny? Johnny from my work? Do you? You may have met him last summer at the company picnic. Well, he remembers you. He told me he was not surprised you would be a… how did he put it? ‘A pathetic sissy sally cum dump cock whore?’ or something like that.” And back out of the bedroom she went.

The gag hurt my jaw. It’s much too big. The nipple clamps are so fucking tight and pinch much too hard. But none of it is as bad and distracting as having that horrible plug jammed so deep up my virgin ass. Fuck!

Part 3. Johnny

The doorbell rings. I hear them talking, and laughing. She says she wants to watch. She wants to make a video. What the fuck? He says that is fine. All I see is a tall man in jeans and a blue work shirt. And a wolf mask. My Halloween rubber ‘Big Bad Wolf’ mask. She sits on the little chair in the corner of the bedroom, pointing her phone at me. He walks over and takes a handful of my hair, lifting my head. His other hand slides down over my shoulder, checking out the frilly dress and bra straps, and some of the other cute and sexy parts of my outfit. In a stern, commanding voice he says: “You’re going to be my bitch today. You’re going to be my bitch because I know you want to be. Now nod and tell me you want to be my bitch.”

I glance over at my wife. She just smiles and motions for me to nod to Johnny. I look back at him. The wolf is looking down through the tiny eyeholes in the mask. It actually looks like a real Wolf. It’s pretty crazy! His hands are rubbing me. He pulls at one of the nipple clamps and I jump. It hurts and it’s freaky erotic at the same time. I look up into his scary Wolf face. I fucking nod. 

“Good little bitch whore.” The buckle at the back of my neck pops loose. The ball pops out of my mouth and bounces off the floor. I’m gasping and drooling. “Thank you”. The front of his jeans opens up. His cock is bulging under his shorts. He releases my hair and puts his hands on his hips. 

“The Wolf is in charge. Use your mouth to get it out of there, you stupid little slut.”

Another glance toward the wife. She has moved the chair closer and is videoing the whole thing. I hesitate. What is going on? Am I being abused? Do I really want this? Maybe I do? But like this? It’s going to be difficult to stop it now. The Wolf is expecting me to do him this service. I feel like poor little Red Riding hood. A sweet innocent girl is thrown into the clutches of the Big Bad Wolf. I’m getting horny!??

My mouth is wide open taking his bulge in his boxer shorts. I am getting them wet. I lick and suck the fabric. Suddenly the tip of his cock splits the slit in front. Then the rest of it follows. My mouth was just in the right place. His cock just slid right in. Like a perfect fit. I gasped as it slipped all the way in. I heard my wife say “Oh My!”

Johnny’s hand is on the back of my head, Firmly holding a good handful of my hair, pulling and pushing it back and forth. He reaches down, pulling at one of the nipple clamps. I begin to squeal and struggle to get him to stop. But he doesn’t. 

“Just keep sucking, you little whore.” 

Every time I look up at him I see the Bad Wolf looking back. It is unsettling seeing that. It scares me at first. Then it makes me feel like I’m really Little Red being force-fed a Wolf cock. It’s really distracting. I can’t figure out all my feeling about what is happening to me. 

He has a nipple clamp in each hand. My rhythm of sucking is getting better. In and out. Out to the tip, then back into my throat. In and out. Again and again. God, his cock is so big and fat. Fuck! The clamps hurt. In and out. He is really working my tits. The Wolf mask ads a crazy aspect that seems to take me somewhere else. Like a bad dream. I’m about to pass out. He stops. Cock out of my mouth. Hands off the nipples. He has my head with one hand again. He is holding his cock in his other. I feel my wife right there. She is 3 feet away holding the phone close to my face. Nothing is happening. No one is saying anything. There is a long, silent pause. 

She lets out an extra loud laugh as the load hits my face. Johnny just grunts and chuckles like he just won a prize. The look on my face must have been precious. More cum. Two, and then a third long spurt. Like being hit with a big warm water pistol right in the face. 

“Open your fucking mouth!” 

I obey. But I can’t take any more. I’m dripping and drooling it everywhere. The front of my pretty red dress is soaking wet. The look of the Wolf is still so weird and erotic. I’m wet in my panties. Did I just cum too? 

Part 4. The aftermath

After Johnny left and I was uncuffed, she told me we were done and I was getting out. I had the rest of the day to pack a few things and leave. She said she never wants to see my disgusting face again. She left a piece of paper on the table and said she was going to hang with her sister until I was gone. She said I better not take too long. She said she will ruin me if I give her any shit about it. 

I took the Red Riding hood outfit with me. I took her wedding lingerie and wedding dress too. I took the box with all the toys. On the piece of paper was a little drawing of a wolf head, and a phone number. Johnny had left it for me. I sent him a text and he replied. He said I should stay with him for a few nights.

He gave me his door code. I was making myself at home until he was back from work. He ordered me to go into the bedroom and dress again. We are going to continue our playtime from earlier. This time with no fucking woman looking over our shoulders.

I pulled back my hair, put on a little makeup, and dressed in the Red Riding hood outfit again. Johnny came out of his bathroom only wearing the Wolf mask. He was naked, hard, and ready for me. He was holding a dog collar. He was waving it at me. I was sitting on the edge of his bed, shaking from the erotic encounter with him from earlier. I was nervous about what might be next. Should I be here? What road am I going down? How does this end? Or does it ever? Am I now someone’s sissy whore? Looking at him in his Wolf’s eyes, I slowly lift my head to allow the collar to be buckled around my neck.

 “Tell the Wolf something, sweetie. Tell the Wolf that Little Red Riding hood wants her brains fucked out tonight. Beg the Wolf for his cock. Beg to be the little slut, the whore you’ve always dreamed of being. The sissy whore for your Master Wolf.”

“I want your cock sir Wolf. I’ve always wanted to be a cock whore. Please fuck me like the whore I dream of being. I’ll do anything for you, Master Wolf.”

Part 5. Me and the Wolf

After that, all bets were off. He had me down on my back with my legs up in the air. His thick cock was sliding in and out of me making me squirm and squeal like a girl. He said he really likes me squealing like a girl. He was rubbing the rubber mask in my face like the Wolf was kissing me. I felt his tongue slipping through the mouth hole licking my lips and my face. The Wolf is so fucking nasty! He started out slow and sort of romantic. But by the time we were about done, he was pounding me like he was raping me. One hand lifting my leg up really far, and one hand around my neck, like he was choking me. Fucking away.

When I open my eyes and look his way, I jump, startled by seeing Wolf’s naughty face. What a crazy fuck!

Billy

I was still working at the No Tell Motel, but I finally had a weekend off work. So, of course, I got a room there. I assigned myself a room next to two guys who had checked in the day before. I’d guessed them to be homeless, and I wanted to be close by to see if we could help each other out. We struck up a conversation while we were both outside smoking. The older of the two was clearly the Alpha. He had a variety of prison tats running up and down his brawny arms and a build that suggested lots of days spent on The Yard working out. His traveling companion was much quieter, in fact he only spoke when in response to Alpha’s questions. He was young and very slim, and I found out later that he’d also spent some time locked up. Judging by his demeanor, though, it appeared that he’d had a much different prison experience than Alpha. I was guessing that while Alpha was working out, Beta was busy getting turned out. 

Alpha invited me into their room to smoke a blunt and have some drinks and I readily accepted. I sat on one bed, Beta on the other, and Alpha sat in a chair by the door. The way he sprawled out with his legs spread, Alpha looked like Lord of All He Surveyed.  We chatted amicably for a while before the conversation turned to talk of their time spent behind bars. Alpha told me he’d spent 15 years locked up on a weapons charge, and that Beta was his cellie for the last stretch of his bid. Once they’d both gotten out, they’d reconnected. That intrigued me, because suddenly all I could think of was Alpha and Beta locked in a cell together. I could just imagine Alpha using Beta’s holes for his pleasure over and over again. 

As politely as I could, I tried to steer the conversation towards sex. “Hey man, is prison like what it’s like on tv? Guys getting fucked in the showers and all that?” Alpha just laughed while Beta cringed and looked uncomfortable. I think he knew where I was headed with that line of conversation. “Yeah man,” Alpha replied, “Guys like me would find guys like this one and turn them out. He wasn’t in my cell 24 hours before I had him sucking my dick. He turned into a pretty good cocksucker, too!” Beta blushed furiously at the last part.

“Shit man, just like that? Did you have to make him?” I asked, turned on. Alpha shrugged and responded, “The first time I did, but after that he knew his place–on his knees.” He laughed loudly as he said that part. “Once I had him trained, he’d do anything I told him to. Hell, even now, he does whatever I say. Watch this…Hey Prag, get over here and suck my dick.” Casting a hesitant glance at me, he obediently rose to his feet and started towards Alpha. “You know better than that Prag. You know how I like it…” His head hung in shame, Beta stripped naked, sank to his hands and knees and crawled to Alpha’s spread legs. Alpha pulled his already-hard dick out of his fly and offered it to Beta. Alpha hadn’t been exaggerating: Beta sucked dick with the enthusiasm of a $5 whore trying to raise rent money. He closed his eyes as he ran his tongue along the circumference of Alpha’s engorged dickhead. He licked up and down the shaft a few times before smoothly taking the head in his mouth. Alpha sighed, closed his eyes and leaned back into the chair to enjoy the blowjob. I quietly unbuckled my jeans and reached into my boxers to massage my throbbing cock. Opening one eye, Alpha looked over at me and smiled, “You want to take a turn when I’m done?”

“Hell yeah,” I answered. I slid my jeans to the floor in anticipation of head. When I looked back over, Alpha had clasped his hands on the back of Beta’s head and was forcing his face down onto Alpha’s dick. Beta gagged and tears streamed from his eyes, but Alpha never let up. Still holding Beta’s face in his crotch, Alpha began to buck his hips, fucking Beta’s throat. He let out a low growl, thrust his dick deeply into Beta’s gullet one last time, then sighed loudly as he came down Beta’s throat. Beta gagged once, then gulped loudly as he swallowed Alpha’s jizz. Alpha sagged into the chair, drained by the face fucking he’d just given Beta. With his eyes still closed, he gestured in my direction, telling Beta “Now get over there and show our guest some hospitality…” Beta paused to wipe a dribble of cum from his chin, then crawled over to where I was sitting. The skill I’d seen him exhibiting on Alpha was evident in his attention to my dick. He licked my balls while stroking my dick, then swiftly took it in his mouth. I was so lost in the velvety warmth of Beta’s mouth that I completely forgot about Alpha until I heard his light snores. I looked over to find him slumped in the chair, asleep, with his deflated dick still hanging from his shorts. I laughed to myself, then leaned back on the bed to enjoy the feeling of a talented cocksucker’s mouth on my member. In no time at all, I was blasting the back of Beta’s mouth with four shots of scum. I’m really into kink, but face fucking a prison fag while his Dom slept in the corner was one of the hottest scenes I’ve ever been a part of. But it was only going to get better….

After swallowing my nut, Beta returned to his bed and laid down with his back to the room. Before long, his breathing slowed and he was fast asleep. I was the only one in the room awake, and I wasn’t done having fun. I sat on the bed watching tv for about an hour before Alpha woke from his slumber. “Oh shit, I musta fell asleep after that good head,” he yawned as he tucked his dick back into his zipper. He stood, then reached into his pocket, retrieving the bag of weed. He tossed it to me, saying, “Here, roll one up while I go take a shower. After we smoke, I’m gonna hit the rack.” Looking over and seeing Beta still passed out, an idea began to form. “Yeah, no problem, it’ll be ready by the time you get out.” I answered.

By the time Alpha walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him, my dick was already hard again. I got off the bed, pocketing the bag of weed (thanks for that) and pulling my dick out of my pants. I heard the water start and knew I only had a few minutes to do what I wanted to. I climbed atop Beta’s naked, prone body and spit into the crack of his ass. Then I spit into my own palm and rubbed it onto my dick. Just as Beta began to stir, I slid my hard-on into the crack of his ass and against his puckered asshole. He tried to sit up, but I pushed him down and kept him pinned against the mattress using my body weight. Clamping my hand over his mouth, I pushed my way into his anal canal as he tried in vain to fight me off. Leaning close to his ear, I whispered, “Stop fighting, it’s already inside you. You don’t want him to come out and catch you, do you? You want him to see you giving it up for a stranger? I don’t think you want that. You know your place–you’re just a whore, and this is what whores get.” His body went limp as he accepted his fate. I had to be out of the room before Alpha was out of the shower, so I couldn’t really take my time like I wanted to. I had to pump and dump, and that’s exactly what I did. After about three minutes, I could feel my balls starting to churn and knew I was about to paint his boy pussy white. I tightened my grip on his mouth and fucked him like a rutting dog. I was grunting in his ear and sweating hard when I felt myself going over the edge and cumming in Beta’s ass. Just as the last shot left my dick, I heard the water stop and the shower curtain rattle open. I jumped off Beta, hurriedly pulled up my pants and ran for the door. I closed the door as quietly as I could behind me and scurried next door to my own room. I managed to get the door closed and bolted just in time to hear Alpha yell, “WHAT THE FUCK?!? THAT MOTHERFUCKER TOOK MY GODDAMN WEED!!!” I could hear a lower voice speaking briefly, then Alpha yelled, “WHAT?!? YOU LET HIM FUCK YOU?!” In that moment, I was glad I’d told Alpha that my room was on another floor. He seemed hugely pissed, and I didn’t want him to know I was just next door. I guess Alpha was okay with sharing Beta’s mouth, but not his ass. Minutes later, I heard the unmistakable sounds of Alpha plowing Beta’s ass next door. He seemed to be taking his anger at me out on Beta’s poor pussy. I just laid back on my bed, smoking Alpha’s stolen weed, and jacking off to the sounds of Beta taking his punishment.