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Red, Green, White, Gold

Colors of summer days years ago. Sweating, hiding in the bushes before the only red light in Wenona. Stake bed trucks hauled watermelons in June.

When drivers stopped for the light, Brian ran, clambered up and over the back end. I caught when he tossed. Two heavy, green striped fruits.

Cracked open on the top of a fence post then stuck our faces into the red, sweet meat ringed with white as the skin under our shorts. In our early teens, we used the other half for a sticky fuck, grunting and grinning. Melons weren’t all we fucked.

Blonde Brian, sun-streaked hair, slender, tanned from our teen escapades. We were inseparable before graduation.

Six years and four children later, he told me not to call anymore.

Late at night I drive by Brian’s house hoping for a glimpse to remember the red, green, white and golden days.

Yellow Rectangle

Half way; twenty minutes more.

Red reflector on the gate post. Slow, turn. D-r-r, pause, d-r-r; cattle guard. Turn the engine off, glide to the carport, see the yellow rectangle. You’re at the side window lit by the old Tiffany lamp.

Our college days; your parents prayed us through those years. Drugs, drunken orgies until you tired of it. “Need a job—I’m burning time.”

Patiently put a condom on me, took me to the clinic, rubbed ointment, mixed the hangover cure. My debauchery you ignored. My fetish expertise increased while you took a job, added night work as a dispatcher.

Said there was a lot of good in me and waited till I came around or died from my fleshy exploits.

Got caught with the son of a cop. Sobering, but no charges. Rehab; my self-pity spectacularly hid my complete humiliation. No super-dom, just another stoner, a pretender.

Took a year to find work. Felt good to build the bank account, pride increased beside you in our own place, didn’t need the alcohol often. My man Manny knew my dark, zigzagged past to our marriage; wasn’t afraid.

Both your parent’s passed within three years. Left you the small farm. Sold our house in town, moved to the country. Long commute for me.

Flocks of relatives visited, we vacationed with them at Rivera Nayarit. Your nephew came to live with us, Paolo; young and charmingly naive.

Silently step onto the porch. Ballads play, Paolo starts the washer, singing to the music. Cumin, onions, smells of dinner waft through the screen door. Never thought it would be so good. Farmed my mota behind the barn until I forgot about it as we remodeled, put in an orchard.

Domestication complete when you bought me the mini tractor. Took the three of us hours to mow then shower behind the tool shed.

Contemplating

“Gonna keep the bar again?” Always the weekend before Christmas, our traditional open house. Last ten years, Dad tended bar. “Forecast says humid, hot. Bring the coolers.”

Dad raised me by himself. We indulged during the holidays; otherwise frugal, industrious. Tolerated each other well.

“Gonna bring a friend. Don’t say anything when we get there.” Dad ordered.

“She’s that much younger?

“Few years older. Don’t say anything or we’ll leave. Tell Miles and the guys.” Dad snipped.

Friends came early to decorate, prep the food. Rental company brought tables, chairs. Festivities began soon. Turned the music down, called everyone to the patio: “Barkeep’s bringing a friend. Don’t say anything about her.” I imagined a plastic surgery freak wearing stretch pants and too much makeup, big earrings.

Met Dad down the block with the hand truck. Oh, he brought an older man-friend. Big guy, tattoos peeked from the sleeves of his shirt. Good looking, trim, silver-haired. Shook hands, loaded the coolers. Said his name was Alex. He looked familiar.

On our way through the house, I introduced my dad and Alex; a few shook his hand, grinned. Miles whispered that Alex owned the spa, worked the counter when his staff took breaks.

Followed Dad to the garage, to the wine and beer, “You and Alex, uh…“

“You said you wouldn’t say anything. Don’t ask either.”

I was in that same uneasy, contemplative zone when I was twelve.

Ghosts of Christmas Past

Find a good-looking guy in the middle of November, keep him till February fifteenth. Parties, sex, gifts—great time. Then ditch the fool and troll through the bars till next November.

Worked my plan for years though a few of those young bucks wanted more, got tearful, called for weeks. Stalked me; got a little ego buzz off that. Sorry boys, no-strings affair. Won’t be tied down.

If I saw them later, I denied knowing them.

Seasonal sluts were getting harder to find; Thanksgiving at Denny’s. Decided to cancel the parties, concerts, all the events – refused to go alone, appearing the aging loser.

Twenty-fourth of December was too lonely, put on my green cashmere. Went to the bar hoping for a quick pick-up. At the end of the bar sat Michael, from 2011. “Hey, remember me?”

Sideways glance, sneer, “No.”

“C’mon Michael, you remember my hot rod.” Sat beside him, “This isn’t a candy cane.” Put his hand on my thigh.

Checked his watch, stood, “Got to catch a plane to Athens.” Exited on the arm of a younger man. My holiday squeeze from 2015.

Torture

“Eggnog?”

“I’ll take the brandy. Give my nog to the cat.”

“Baba au rhum? Edible? I made the oyster dip you like.” He kissed my cheek, hugged tight.

One ounce of brandy, “Candy’s supposed to be edible.” I took one.

Grease, sugar, salt. I could imbibe but I’d pay for it with swollen ankles, digestive disruptions to rival Old Faithful.

Too many people acting stupid, screaming over the music. Hot, mix of funny smoke, cologne and sneaky bodily fumes. Raunchy tattoo reveals were chased to the bedroom. No, I don’t dance, but my feet are stepped on by everyone who passes. This isn’t celebrating, it’s torture.

Head home to my chia seed crackers, tasteless soup. Music is rich on the tube, humming along feels good. Fell asleep before the ball touched down thinking of how much my boy still loves me; doesn’t want me to be lonely.

I’ll tolerate annual torture to say I still love him as well.

Brad was your typical all American boy. 20 years old, 200lbs of muscle, 6’ tall, brown hair and green eyes. Good at sport, physically well developed, an Adonis. He worked part-time on the door at a night club. Brad didn’t go looking for trouble, if it came his way he would deal with it in the only way he knew, with his fist. The guys that knew him never picked a fight with him. He had a reputation for being hard, and they respected him. He would be the one that they took there problems to, he solved them with his fist.

Tom 18 years old, 5’10” athletic, brown hair blue eyes. He came out years ago. When he did he lost some of his friends. Tom was the opposite to Brad in nature. He’s mild mannered. Preferring to avoid trouble. He would try and talk himself out of a problem, not always successfully. He was seen as weak and got picked on. He suffered a lot of homophobic insults.

Brad had no problems with Tom being gay, if anything he went out of his way to protect him from some guys that were malicious towards him. Brad never joined in any of the verbal homophobic insults and would step in if things started to get out of hand, at the same time he was careful not to be too closely associated with Tom. What Brad didn’t know was that Tom found him sexually attractive. The ruggedness and masculinity of Brad, sexually appealed to Tom.

One night when Tom was walking by the club entrance where Brad was on door duty. He witnessed Brad punch a guy, who then fell to the ground, there was already one guy on the floor. A third soon followed. Tom eventually found out what had happened. The three guys were kicking a glass bottle about, they had been told to stop. They didn’t and ended on the floor. That was Brads quick way of dealing with a problem.

One late evening just as it was starting to get dark, Tom was cycling his bike along a dirt track that ran through a wood, when up ahead he could see Brad. Tom dismounted his bike and stood of the track. He observed Brad walk a little further then disappear into the woods. Tom hid his bike then crept slowly towards where Brad had entered the wood. He could see the track that Brad had made and followed. Being as quite as he could and taking small steps forward, he eventually reached an open area. He held back and scanned the area with his eyes, it was then he could see Brad with another guy. By now it was nightfall, fortunately it was a full moon, so not difficult to see.

Suddenly Brad and the other guy embraced and kissed. Tom gasped in shock, just managing to stifle any noise, he looked on with wide open eyes. The guy Brad was with appeared to be older, 40ish. Brad went down on his knees. The older guy pulled out his hard cock. The guy looked around making sure no one was about. Tom stooped down quickly to avoid being seen. Brad was stroking and sucking the guys hard cock, taking it as deep as he could, now and then gagging. The guys body shuddered as he squirted jet after jet of cum into Brads mouth, some squirting into his face. Brad continued to suck the guys cock, until the guy pulled away. The guy mumbled something as he shoved his cock back in his pants. He then started to walk towards where Tom was.

Fuck Tom thought they have seen me. Tom stooped further into the undergrowth. The guy walked by where Tom was, he was within a couple of feet, then disappeared down the path. Brad hung about for about 10 minutes, as if he was waiting for someone else to turn up. When Brad was leaving he stopped just where Tom was. Tom closed his eyes expecting Brad to tell him to come out. Tom first heard water hitting the foliage around him then felt a spray of warm water hitting his face. Fuck Brad was taking a piss. Tom just knelt there getting pissed on and hoping Brad would not see him. Brad shook his cock and shoved it in his pants and walked away. Tom’s heart was pounding with fear.

Tom gave a full 10 minutes before he ventured along the path. His heart was still pounding, adrenaline was rushing through his veins as he reached his bike. He was finding it difficult to take in what he had just seen. He sat on his bike and ran his fingers through his hair making his hands wet with Brad’s piss. He sniffed his fingers, then licked them, he could taste Brads piss. A surge of delight shot through his body as he sat there sucking his fingers.

It had been a Thursday when Tom had seen Brad go into the woods, one of the nights Brad didn’t work on the door of the club. Tom was thinking, was it a one off, no thought Tom, Brad must have done it before. Tom decided to go early to the wood and find a better spot, where he could wait and see if anything happened. It was getting late, Tom had been in the woods hiding for awhile, when he suddenly heard voices. Two guys appeared, stood for awhile chatting then disappeared into the bushes. Brad appeared. He was looking around as if he was waiting for someone. Out of the bushes, the same two guys that had turned up earlier re-appeared, then another and another.

About five guys started to circle Brad. They were stripping Brads clothes off. Brad playfully resisted. One of them placed his hands behind Brads head and kissed him intensely, others stroked their hands over Brads naked body. They were all older guys 40s and 50s. Adrenaline rushed through Toms veins his heart beat rapidly. Tom had the hardest hard he ever had. His cock was painful. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out. A sigh of re-leave ran through his body. Tom continued to stroke his hard cock and watched on.

One of the guys was behind Brad and had his hand on the back of Brads neck forcing him to bend slightly, his other hand guided his hard cock towards Brads anus, two or three thrust and his cock was deep in Brads ass. Another guy knelt in front of brad and sucked Brads hard cock. By now all the guys had their pants down to their ankles. Brad just let them have their way with him. As one finished fucking him, another thrust his hard cock deep into Brads ass. They stroked their hands over his naked body and thighs, sucked on his cock and balls. Eventually Brad was forced down onto his hands and knees as they continued to fuck him and suck his cock and balls. Brad moaned in delight. Tom hardly touching himself Shot copious amounts of cum into the undergrowth. Gradually being sexually satisfied the guys began to disappear back into the bushes.

Brad lay there for awhile then slowly raised himself. As he did a guy in his late 50s came out the bushes. The guy was naked. Brad approached him, flipped him round so he had his back to Brad. Brad grabbed round the back of his neck and forced him to bend over. The guy was moaning as Brad penetrated him with his hard cock. They both fell to their knees. Brad continued to fuck the guy, as he did another guy came out from the bushed and knelt behind Brad. The guy started to lick Brads ass, tonguing his anus. Brads body convulsed as he squirted copious amounts of cum into the guys ass. Brad rolled off the guy. The two old guys sucked and licked Brads ass and cock for 10 minutes then disappeared into the bushes. Brad quickly got dressed and disappeared down the path.

Tom waited until he thought it was safe to leave. He had got about half way down the path when he was grabbed from the back. Brad had stopped for a dump, his ass was spilling cum. Hearing footsteps he had dived into the bushes waiting to see who was following him, maybe to do some more fucking he thought.“What the fuck are you doing here”, shouted Brad at Tom. “Just walking”. “Yeah then what’s that fucking stain on ya pants”. Tom looked down at his pants. There were obvious wet cum stains down his pants. “You been hiding and watching”. “No, no, I haven’t seen anything”. “FUCK YOU”. Shouted Brad as he raised his fist. Brad was panicking, he knew he had been found out. It was a rare moment, by now Brad would have floored anyone that annoyed him or threatened him. He knew Tom. He knew his fist could not this time solve his problem.

He raised his hands and ran his fingers through his hair as he stretched. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK”, shouted Brad. He obviously was stressed. “I’m not gonna snitch on you, man your the only one that don’t call me names, you don’t give me any shit”. Brad stared with a vacant look on his face towards Tom. He was deep in thought. Tom realised he was deep in shit, he was expecting Brad to lay into him. “Man I promise I’ll not tell anyone” said Tom. “I’ve gotta take your word for that, fuck”,said Brad. Suddenly Brads eyes lit up. “Weird, I feel a sense of relief”, said Brad. Tom looked on somewhat confused. “I’ve got to trust you, fuck how I have wanted to tell someone”. Brad moved forward and wrapped his arms round Tom. The sensations of pleasure made Tom’s legs feel weak. “I really like you”, said Tom. “I’m a whore”. Said Brad. “You sure are”, said Tom. Brad hugged Tom tighter as they both laughed. “I’ve fantasised about you fucking me”, said Tom.

Brad stroked his hands over Toms bulge. “Fuck your excited?” said Brad. Tom stroked his hand over Brads bulge. “You too”. They both laughed. “you want me to fuck you?” asked Brad “Hell yeah”. “Ok, one condition you fuck me too”. “Fuck yeah”. “Not here, I know a good place”. They walked and talked for about 30 minutes. “Here”, said Brad as he pointed to a cabin. “My hideaway, where I clear my head”, said Brad. “Lets make it good, you need to go home tonight?”, asked Brad. “Nope”, said Tom.

That night they lay naked on a grubby mattress bed. To them it did not matter. Tom revealed that he was an anal virgin and a cock sucking whore. Brad smiled. “I’m a whore”, said Brad. “I’ll teach you all I know. Make you a whore”. Brad and Tom hugged and kissed, both were in heaven. Brad had Toms chin in the palm of his hand. Staring into Toms eyes he asked “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”. Tom inhaled deeply. “Yeah fuck me good and hard”. Tom lay on his back. “Raise ya legs boy”. Tom raised his legs as Brad lined his hard cock with Tom’s anus.

“Fuck, that looks a sweet asshole”, he said as he spat on the hole and penetrated his finger slowly deep into Toms anus, one, two and three fingers. More lubrication, he finger fucked Toms ass for 5 minutes. Leaning forward and staring into Toms eyes. Brad said “are you ready to take my hard cock boy?” Tom could feel the head of Brads hard cock pressing on his anus. Brad thrust gently, the head slipped in. Tom inhaled and exhaled. He whimpered in shear delight. Slowly Brad penetrated deeper into Tom’s ass. Stopping now and then long enough for Tom’s rectum to get used to the feel of a hard cock. Brads hard cock penetrated all the way in, up to the hilt. For Tom this was a surreal moment.

Brad thrust his cock in deep then withdrew a few inches, then thrust back in. Tom wrapped his legs firmly around Brads waist. Brad licked and sucked Toms shoulders and neck. The sexual stimulation of Brads hard cock thrusting into him, caused Toms heart to beat faster. Tom was in ecstasy. The sensation of having Brad fuck him caused his body to twist and contort. Brad held Tom tighter as he got nearer to climaxing. Sudden jerk of Brads body and Tom felt Brads hard cock throbbing deep in his ass. A warm sensation was felt inside, as warm cum spilled out his ass and ran down the inside of Toms legs. Feeling of shear pleasure ran through his body. They lay there for awhile to recover.

Brad was on his hands and knees ass up in the air eager to get fucked. “Fuck the whore”, he shouted at Tom. Tom mounted Brad. Brads hole was wet and warm. Toms hard cock easily slipped in. “FUCK ME HARD“, shouted Brad. Tom stroked his hands over Brads muscular back. Tom withdrew his cock all the way out then slammed it deep all the way in. Brad liked it rough. “Punch my back call me a bitch, be rough with me”. Tom could not believe he would beat Brad one day. The more brutal Tom was the more Brad enjoyed it. Tom soon shot his load into Brads ass.

Brad shook Tom off his back. Tom laid on his back, Brad sat on Toms Face, “Lick my ass boy, I wanna feel your tongue deep in my anus. Tom licked along the crack of Brads ass, then licked around his anus. Brad gave out sighs of pleasure as Tom penetrated Brads anus deeper. “I’ll turn you into a dirty fucking boy”, said Brad. Brad held Toms semi-hard cock. Sucking it deep, Toms cock was soon hard. Brad raised himself and positioned himself so his anus was in line with Toms hard cock. Brad penetrated himself with Toms hard cock. Brad had both his hands around Toms neck as he fucked himself on Toms hard cock. Brads ass thumbed hard up and down on Toms crotch. Tom soon ejaculated more warm cum into Brads ass. Brad lay on his belly and made Tom lick and suck the juices out his anus, until they fell off to sleep.

Brad was glad he had at last someone to share his secret with. Brads adventures into the woods he did alone. Tom enjoyed being fucked by a guy he considered to be all man. It was a discreet relationship that was to last for years. They never gave any indications they were buddies, in public.

Fucking Our Asses

After a horny day, awaiting today’s porn movie, I headed again to Leigh’s villa at six. My heart was beating like thunders for I knew well I’d enjoy some things with him again but I was a little scared knowing that today was the day to have my ass really fucked.

Nevertheless, there was Leigh, totally nude and totally hard again after I had rung the bell. He locked the door first and less timidly than yesterday, he welcomed me.

-Hi again, my sexy Nicholas, my porn buddy.

Now he came straight to my cock before kissing me. So I did what he had done and first I masturbated him a little and next I moved to those fleshy lips of his I had missed so much. And kissing and jacking each other off we were for a quarter of an hour, already familiar with our dicks and our mouths, with no doubt after now of how strongly we desired each other. The only thing we had to see today is whether our mutual incestuous lust would take us finally to fucking our asses, which was the title of today’s porn movie. So greedy we were in this new kiss that we came soon. We had to in order to progress and go to our next porn scenes.

Now again I went to the kitchen but Leigh offered to make coffee today. So I spent all that time looking at his hot ass and touching him, also letting my finger in and he smiled and told me to continue for that ass of his would finally be mine today.

Once in his living room, first we started an orgy of touching each other everywhere, not jacking each other off, but with our hands on the other’s dicks all the time. We had enjoyed yesterday’s porn movie so much that we both knew that today, even if we had less time in the afternoon, a lot of time later in bed, we wanted to be for hours enjoying each other’s bodies everywhere for a long time.

Leigh knew and was slowly and unhurriedly touching everything of me compulsively and his lips in mine all the time. If anything we had learnt so far is that we loved kissing, not only fun for our mouths but the knowledge that this way we gave extreme fun to the other. But the moment came when I decided I would be first today to suck my father’s cock. Even if I still was a little scared to be fucked, I knew I had nothing to fear whenever I tasted his delicious manhooud and I took it eagerly again in my mouth and began a new blowjob.

-I have so much missed this wonderful taste, Leigh. I need to have a new sample of your manhood. I still don’t know whether yesterday I really learnt to give you good blowjobs, but now I’ll do everything in my hands to give you the uttermost pleasure with my tongue –and after saying this, I started to lick that dear cock as if it were not in my mouth and I was sucking it from outside, moving my tongue from the point it joined its balls slowly up till I stopped for minutes licking his cock head and then completely again in my mouth but my skilled tongue continuously changed the place but moving in all the extension of that tasty gun. Leigh moaned more aroused than yesterday and told me I should record the motions of my tongue so every day it could move the same way but of course he told me that he had to cum and my mouth swallowed a greater lake of semen than yesterday.

-Oh, my God, Nicholas. After this blowjob, I can never again say my cock has been sucked. Now I’ll rehearse the same movements for your fun.

And instantly my cock was in Leigh’s mouth and he really moved his tongue differently from yesterday. The day before he’d also been good, really good, the best cock sucker I’ve ever had, but now I knew the fun I had just gifted him, when I sensed him so naturally coming down to my balls with my whole dick deep in his mouth and then patiently going up again. The dick head is the most sensitive point in a man’s body and he licked so expertly than I suddenly came but he continued sucking my cock after that first load and now devoted five more minutes to have it deep in his throat. In that moment I started beholding paradise: a thorough blowjob after you’ve already cum. I knew just then that sex is this: two people really devoted to each other’s fun, working inexhaustibly, returning pleasures you’ve already been given, wanting to drive the other person totally crazy. Finally I had to utter: I’m cumming again, Leigh, two cums, thaaaanks.

We smiled really happy at each other now. We knew soon we’d fuck but we both agreed in doing something that could take our minds off sex for a while so our dicks could recover. He told me we could have a new coffee now. Since he knew he had been drunk the other day, he only wanted coffee now to be sober with me. We sat a while to drink our coffees and commenting on the sex we’d already had and what would come and really happy, he added, that I would not leave today and would sleep with him.

After a quarter of an hour of bliss with no sex, I finally mustered courage and went on all fours, showed Leigh my ass and told him.

-Fuck me now, please; the moment has come and I need to know everything with you, my sexy Leigh.

But as I saw he hesitated, I screamed.

-Leigh, unless you fuck now and cum in my ass I will never fuck you. You know you have a gorgeous ass that I do desire to fuck and also know you’re eager for my dick to fuck you, so you must be first now.

-Ok, Nicholas, I’ll try to be gentle.

And he was but finally he dared and my father’s dick was already inside me, well, only the tip and he moved with infinite care and asked me whether I wanted it deeper. I told him I really wanted him to shag me, and still carefully now his whole cock was inside me. My God! I could never have thought it could be so painful, but my determination was complete first never to show him any pain and later to fuck his glorious hole which was certainly calling me. Father and son sex could be the only thing we needed in our sexual life after now, so I should give him everything, also the chance of having somebody to fuck. All the time he was kissing me, jacking me off and intuiting my pain, he constantly asked me whether I wanted him to go on or stop.

-I’m sure that just the same as many men have been fucked before, you and I can also fuck each other, Leigh. So don’t stop. Now it hurts less.

He went on shagging me for ten more minutes as I told him that he would feel something similar later. It was first painful but next it became really funny and it was worthwhile. He told me then he was totally determined to be fucked by his sexy Nicholas, that’s what he told me, and with a loud yell, he finally erupted in the deep of my ass. I felt now that I was totally his for every day, for every sexual act that in the future he wanted to have with me.

He took no time to think and it was him now on all fours and asking me to do it and open him up. I did not hesitate, I so desired to do it and also entered Leigh carefully, slowly, lovingly: it was such a special ass that I was already fucking! But Leigh showed me once again his courage; that brave man who’d always been my father and my best buddy, now also my porn buddy, never showed me any pain. It could be hurting him but I never knew. He just asked me to go on and on, deeper and I also kissed him and jacked him off. I knew when it didn’t hurt him anymore for he shouted in utter fun: always addicted to sex my whole life and it was my son’s dick that I needed. How good to feel such a sexy son inside me!

And his words made me for the first time cum in Leigh’s ass. Now still with my dick inside him, we kissed in utter gratitude to each other. Finally I took my dick from his sexy ass, where I would constantly enter now and we sat to dinner, knowing very well that after dinner, we’d go to bed together for the first time.

At dinner, he began talking to me, for he added he was noticing something in my face.

-I know what you dread, Nicholas. Both you and I have really enjoyed girls all our lives but you might be wondering whether your new porn boddy would one day abandon you for them. And that’s not true, Nicholas. If now somebody made me choose, which of course nobody would, between the sexiest girl in the world and you, I’d answer with total security: Nicholas Wright. That’t the only person I wanna have sex with now.

-I feel the same, Leigh, and I’d answer just the same if someone ever asked me. I will always choose Leigh Wright. We both want now, I am sure, to have sex with each other every day. So this is what we can do, dad: we live very close; both of us will have sex with girls as often as we can, but we will never stop making porn with each other. Deal, Leigh?

-Deal, Nicholas.

We finished dinner, shared the washing up and headed straight to bed where we would sleep together tonight. He also told me some days we could sleep both together in my house and I smiled and nodded. Once in his bed, I asked him first for a long foreplay and we spent ten minutes with kisses, groping, and jacking each other off with no intention to cum now. But suddenly Leigh jumped to my hard cock and told me to fuck him a second time.

-My ass loves your dick, my sexy Nicholas. Enter me every day, please.

-I also want you to, Leigh. I’m not a top. But not a bottom either. Don’t get me wrong: I wanna enter your hot ass once and again.

-So we’d better become versatile. We have two glorious asses, lol, which cannot live now without a dick inside, and two twin cocks which want to pierce an ass every day.

-We don’t stop signing deals today, Leigh, my hot father, my friend, my porn buddy.

We continued the dialogue for twenty more minutes as my cock went crazier than in the first fuck, knowing Leigh was not a top and wanted his son to fuck him every day. With this security, my dick was inflamed, wanting to cum but in no hurry to cum nevertheless. My father’s flawless ass was now mine and he had stated he wanted me to fuck him daily so I was getting the joy of security, of knowing I’d make him mine every day, just as he would make me his. Finally my brain had entered such state of bliss that it had to order my cock to shoot my second cum in the hottest of asses.

Now I was fast to take my dick from his ass and turn so he’d fuck me a second time. We were by now two experienced versatile porn actors, no top and bottom. When I felt his dick as a spear again inside me I also told him that I loved his dick. The  title of today’s porn movie was fucking our asses and indeed we’d been able to shoot our first fucks and this was the second time and I wanted Leigh never to come; my ass needed now long fucks. As he fucked me, his eyes that I could see in that position were fucking me too. I think that if Leigh were not my father, I would have fallen in love with him right now. We were not in love, but strong appreciation can be sweeter than love.

He also told me that tomorrow he’d like to make a porn movie in my house and he wanted us to sleep in my bed tomorrow night. I just asked him to be him the one who planned tomorrow’s porn movie, and he was telling me he wanted something similar to what we had done these past two days. I just told him we’d shoot tomorrow exactly the porn scenes he told me and he was speaking for a good long while till again I could feel my ass filled with fatherly jizz.

-And now we’re gonna 69 again, Leigh –I told him.

As I reveled again at the hot taste of Leigh’s cock and felt his magic tongue driving me crazy again, I started to be sure that just two days had been enough to discover that what we really needed in sex was us, two boys making porn together, a father and his son and two porn buddies now, every day sharing a bed, some days his, some days mine, never a couple but always having sex together. The man I had loved most all my life was my perfect sexual partner, just as I was his. We’d never stop making porn together and when I came, Leigh came too, filling my mouth with his masculine nectar I needed now once and again. Now for the first time we slept together, Leigh all night hard in his sleep, and that’s how I always wanted to see my porn buddy Leigh.

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

In part one, I shot my huge load in my car while being jerked off by tire shop worker Drew while he reached inside my window, put his sexy hand inside my gym shorts and wildly masturbated my rock hard leaking cock until I came while he came as he humped his big massive 10 inch cock inside his pants against my door. As I was about to drive away for basketball practice, horny Drew invited me to come over to his apartment that evening around 7 PM for a night of raunchy, steamy, ball busting, nasty, and naughty man sex. Drew said: “Peter, you sexy hot bitch, I want to see if my fuck buddies are correct when they tell me you have the best man pussy any cock has ever fucked.” 

As I drove away, I was again horny as hell. Man, Drew knew how to turn me on. My cock jerked, my ass puckered and my whole body quivered thinking about what Drew would do to me that evening. 

My mind was not on basketball practice and I had a terrible practice. All I could think about was getting to Drew’s apartment and getting fucked all night. Man, Drew had me under a spell. Despite all the cock I have had, I had never wanted any man’s cock the way I lusted after Drew’s huge thick 10 inch dick. Also there was something so different about this gorgeous man’s body and an incredible personality. Was I falling in love? If so. unlike all the other horny fuck buddies. it was sex and then go to the next hot cock to fill me with their man seed. 

I went home after basketball practice, took a long hot shower, douched my man pussy and spent a couple of hours grooming and getting ready to impress Drew so he would devour me and maybe he felt like me that this was different from all the other guys he had fucked or who had fucked him? I thought 7 PM would never come. Finally I arrived at his apartment at 7 PM with nerves running wild and full of desire and lust for Drew, I took several deep breaths and rang the doorbell. Oh lord, what if he had lost interest in me or I was just another notch on his belt or just one more man pussy to fuck, deposit his seed and move on? 

I gasped when Drew opened the door and was standing naked revealing the most Greek like god body I had ever seen and that was saying a lot as I have seen many fucking hot horny dudes and felt their warm bodies on me and their hard dicks up my man pussy where they filled me with their warm white cum. But never had I seen such a beautiful body. There he was with a nice tan, standing five feet and 10 inches, coal black styled hair and black eyes with a seductive smile. My knees became weak and I thought I was going to faint from his beauty and that 10-inch rock hard throbbing leaking cock at full flag with a big shinny mushroom head covered in precum. My cock begin to grow and soon was a full staff pulsing as was my ass. Oh how I needed him.

With pure lust in his dark eyes, he pulled me inside, slammed the door shut with his foot and grabbed me into the tightest hug I had ever had. I felt his naked rock hard cock plow into my crotch and make contact with my throbbing 8-inch tool causing my cock to spew precum in my briefs. Man, the heat was coming off our bodies as Drew placed his soft warm wet lips on my red puckering lips and we began the most erotic French kissing as gobs of salvia ran out of our mouths and down on our chins. The heat and lust were like none I had ever experienced before.

It was obvious that Drew wanted me as bad as I desired him. He  took my hand and led me to his big bed in his bedroom, he removed my clothes with lightening speed, ordered me to my knees and he shoved his amazing red hot leaking cock deep in my throat. He was turned on like a wild beast as he grabbed my long blond curly hair and he used my mouth to drive his massive man meat deep in my throat. For the next several minutes he fucked my mouth with a force and speed I had never experienced before. The smell, taste, feel of his throbbing cock veins in my mouth had my cock and ass on fire. Holy fuck Drew knew how to use his mighty cock to fuck the hell out of my throat. Would he come in my mouth before he could fuck my man pussy? I felt his red hot big balls hitting my chin as he spewed more and more precum in my mouth that I managed to swallow and loved the taste. More and more of my salvia drenched his vein covered cock shaft–it was a great messy blowjob.

Then without saying a word, he withdrew his blood filled wet cock from my mouth, put me on the bed on my back, spread my sweaty legs and feet wide, put a pillow under my ass and slowly lowered his dark crotch, dark covered pubic hair cock to the entrance to my puckering man pussy and then said: “Hey baby, you  sweet bitch, are you ready for the best cock ever to plunge deep in that amazing slut pussy? I’m going to fuck you in  away you have never been drilled before and you will never forget this fuck and you will come back and back for my fresh man meat over and over. And use those ass muscles on my hard cock to show me why my other fuck buddies praise your pussy as the best ass they have ever had. Here goes my bitch, my whore and my slut.”

I began to shiver and quiver as I loved Drew talking dirty to me and as i felt his red hot huge mushroom cock head hit my ass lips and soon I felt that magic manhood part my ass and drive all the way deep in my ass. Soon Drew used his hips, strong legs and lower body to drive his cock in and out and all around my ass walls as he grunted and moaned fucking me in a way I had never felt so turned on before. I felt his cock throbbing inside me and he used his cock head to play with my prostate over and over. His leaking cock made my prostate so wet and the feel was beyond erotic. I was in pure ecstasy. I pushed my butt up into his driving cock to get it as deep as possible inside my worn man pussy. “OH DREW BABY, fuck me harder, drive that fucking cock deep in me, FUCK ME, FUCK ME., FUCK ME, MAKE ME YOUR BITCH, I LOVE THE FEEL OF YOUR BEATING COCK INSIDE ME.”

This so turned on Drew that he sped up fucking me faster and faster as the bed wildly moved with loud sounds and our two hot bodies seemed to melt together. This was a fuck of a life time.

After a long hard fuck, Drew withdrew his diamond hard cock out of my ass, turned me over on my stomach, spread my legs and feet wide, came down between my legs and drove his lubed soaked cock back deep in my man pussy. As he began to pound my ass and us both so tuened on, fuck he grabbed hold of my long blond curly hair and pulled my head back toward him as he wildly fucked my man pussy While I used my ass muscles to clamp down hard on his cock and would not let go, trying to milk him dry as I had done to so many other cocks. I wanted Drew to experience how I had made so many guys cocks and balls drained causing them to make me their favorite man fuck and how they had told Drew I had the best man pussy.

As I refused to release Drew’s cock from my grip, he began to moan loudly and soon I knew I was winning as I continued to massage his cock with my special skills. It was not long until I felt his big cock head swell more, he tried to thrust deep in me  and he began to pull my hair even harder back toward him as he finally yelled: “Oh Mother of Mothers, OH MY GOD, I’M GOING TO COME. HOLY FUCK YOU HAVE MY COCK IN A GRIP, YES, YES, YES YOU HAVE THE BEST MAN PUSSY EVER,  HERE I COME, OH BITCH HERE I COME.”

I felt his balls grip tight up against me, I felt his cock head open and soon there was a volcanic load after load of man semen fill my man pussy to the brim and that semen began to leak out of my ass onto the bed. I had never been that filled with such a massive stream of white thick cum before. Man, Drew was a man of great loads of cum. As  he gradually pulled his softening dick out of my pussy, it opened the gates of a flood of his semen wet the bed. Sexy naughty Drew got down and licked up his cum, turned me over on my back and filled my mouth with his sweet and salty man cum. We kissed and enjoyed all that man seed.

Sweet Drew knew I was desperate to come. He went down on my pulsating cock, took it balls deep in his throat and went wild giving me the best blowjob of my life. He sucked me harder and harder while he used one hand to play with my cum filled balls until I exploded with a massive load of my semen deep in his throat. We kissed again and shared the cum thus had shared both of our cum loads.

As it was a Friday night, Drew invited me to spend the weekend and between meals and a little sleep, we sucked cock, rimmed ass and Drew fucked me many times in so many sexy positions (some very erotic positions that I had never done before) as my ass was a deposit for his wonderful cum. WE had many cum eating sessions also, mmmmmm so good tasting.

Near the end of the weekend, Drew kissed me and said:” Baby, my fuck buddies were correct, you have the best man pussy that my cock has ever invaded and fucked. Also I don’t know how to explain but I am really into you. I think I love you. Maybe we should become lovers and forget those other guys.”

I responded as I became overjoyed. “Oh baby, I love you and yes I want to become only your fucking bitch. YES, YES, YES, lets move in together”

Was it true? Ron wasn’t in math class, Pete was not in English, it’s going on the 3rd day now, rumor has it, they got caught in the boys locker room, doing something and got expelled. But you know how rumors are. We heard they needed to see a psychologist before returning. The stories got hot and heavy, from gay sex to suicide, and of course no one knew the real story. I didn’t know either of them very well, I just knew them from 4 years of high school together in passing.

Monday came and I saw Ron in the hall by his locker, I felt bad for the kid, everyone was watching him, pointing, and whispering. He is a small kid, kinda on the weak side, not athletic at all, I couldn’t for the life of me what happened or why he would be in the locker room unless he was in gym. Many jocks claimed they knew the true story and boasted about what they were up to. Ron walked the halls staring at the floor kinda zombie like, as if he didn’t want to be there. I saw him in class and he was very withdrawn, he was depressed. It was then I realized how bad the students could be, someone whispered loudly in his direction, hey faggot how’s Pete’s dick taste? He turned and threw his history book at him, yup it only took about 1 hour for the pent up abuse to surface.

A teacher acting quickly grabbed the jock by the ear and pulled him into the hall, and we could hear him yelling at him through the closed door. He came back in with the jock and made him apologize loudly in front of the whole class, and then the teacher proceeded to lecture us on right and wrong, and basically defended Ron and his actions, with that the bell rang and we all left but the teacher kept Ron and the jock after class and eventually headed to the principals office.

Later at lunch Ron didn’t stay in the cafeteria he went outside by himself sitting on the main staircase. I scooped up my stuff and walked over to him, I politely said hey Ron It’s Jerry, I’m very sorry for what’s happening to you, and just wanted to let you know I understand and if you want a friend, or to talk I’ll be here. If anyone gives you trouble I’ll be glad to be on your side, I mean I can’t stand up to most of the jocks but, at least I’m willing to face them with you. He looked up and said you must be a gluten for punishment then cause they’ll call you a faggot for sure too, especially if they see you hanging out with me, with that I said let them, and sat down next to him. He looked at me said thank you but you may want to rethink your actions.

After lunch I walked with him to his next class, and then quickly made it to mine. I got strange looks, especially from the jocks. After class I rushed back to his and I stayed with him to most of his classes, except for gym, he said he had a note to skip gym for the rest of this semester, and he had to report to a study hall. After school I caught up with him and walked with him home, while it was somewhat on my way, but still a bit out of the way.

He said he never really knew me, but I was being very nice to him, I said I meant what I said and had no intention of getting involved but, it was just wrong what everyone was doing to him.

Tuesday, rumors flew again, Pete had apparently either attempted or did commit suicide the previous night, although earlier Ron was in school, he was sent to the principals office, and I didn’t see him the rest of the day. I swung by his house after school, he answered the door and let me in. Ron told it was true, Pete attempted suicide, and he is in the hospital, he said his parents were not accepting of our relationship, yes I am gay he said and we were caught in the showers cause we wanted the danger of possibly getting caught, but now I wish we never did it, this is all my fault. He confided in me that this incident has ruined their lives, I love Pete, we’ve been together secretly for 2 years, my parents are accepting, but Pete’s were horrified and they treated him like he had the plague, I want to talk to him, but his parents won’t let me near him, damn it his parents are responsible for this, not me, he loves me.

I said right and offered to try to go see him, if they’d let me in. He said jeeze that would be wonderful, would you, and if you do tell him I still love him, please come back to me, we’ll get around his parents one way or another. Now I have to figure out whether I’m going to make it better or worse and what kind of parents are these people going to be.

I arrived at the hospital and yes Pete’s parents were dicks, they asked me all kinds of questions and my intentions. At first they stayed in there with me and I made up some excuse that we heard about you in English and I wanted to reach out to you even though you really didn’t know me. His mom went to get a coffee and his dads phone rang, and he stepped outside. I quickly said we didn’t have much time and that Ron sent me, I told him what I knew about him, gave him Ron’s sentiments and told him I would support him and Ron in any way I could, with a tear in his eye he told me he appreciated it, and hearing from Ron was the best thing.

I stopped every day, and after he was released, I continued to go to his house, I gained his parents confidence, even showed up with my “fake” girlfriend some days. Eventually he went back to school, and we all hung out together, but Ron and Pete were supposedly not together in his parents eyes. Even the kids at school became accepting, I’d like to think I was apart of that. Eventually Pete’s parent would let him go to my house, to hang, and we schemed to have Ron there so I could leave them alone for together time.

Ultimately Pete moved out of his parents house, by packing some things, he was 18, and he moved into my basement, that my parents and I set up as a small apartment. It’s also where Ron and Pete began their life together, I’m thankful my parents were understanding and not only offered support to me, but my gay friends as well.

We were a part of the solution to a wrong made right.

I had a bizarre experience over ten years ago. Oh, I’m exaggerating excessively. Not a bit bizarre! Very hot and muggy. First of all: I am open-minded and adventurous.

When I think about it today, my blissful cock pulsates and I get very horny again.

It was a terribly boring party at my friend Eric’s house. He is rich and lived in a villa. So house is an understatement.

It was an uncomfortably humid July day. The evening and the night before there had been violent thunderstorms, which released themselves with heavy rain and gusts.

I was lying restless and awake in my bed. Not out of fear of this natural force, but because I finally wanted to be screwed again. The lust built up powerfully in me.

I just had no boyfriend at the time, so no twitching penis could satisfy my lascivious ass. I took off my underpants and thought, be your own man if I couldn’t find anyone to fuck, at least at the moment.

I massaged my penis and at the same time I put three fingers into my anus. Lubricant stuck to my phalanges as I powerfully pushed it open and my fingers inside of me. I was slippery wet. The double work paid off. I came powerfully and moaning. I then licked my salty tasting fingers with relish.

What I dreamt of was to be fisted one day. That’s what happened, but that’s another story …

Although all the windows in the villa were open, as well as the porch and balcony doors, the air was unpleasant. I was wearing a t-shirt and cotton trousers. The clothes stuck to my body.

I was tired and drank too much juice. Exactly, juice! I don’t touch alcohol because I like to soberly watch how others make a fool of themselves drunk.

The “heavy drinking” took its toll. I had to piss badly. I knew the building and where the three bathrooms were.

The one on the ground floor was locked from the inside. Damn! I swore and hurried to the first floor. There was no further floor.

I swung open the door to the bathroom and froze on the spot. Two attractive guys, about my age, known to me only briefly as friends of Eric’s husband, were having fun together.

Their abdomens were bare and one was kneeling in front of the other. He devotedly sucked the other one’s cock as he clawed into the buttocks of the standing man and fingered the inside of his behind with an indefinable number of digits of his right hand.

The penis slipped out of the mouth of the licking man in surprise and he looked at me flabbergasted and in horror with wide eyes.

Likewise, the standing person who actually had quite a stand in two ways. I put my hand over my mouth, laughed awkwardly, and tried to turn away to go. In no way did I want to be the disruptive factor of a date. Although my cock screamed to participate.

I was already closing the door, but the kneeling man stood up and called something:

“Wait!” he said insistently. Oh yes, the request for discretion and confidentiality probably came now. But how I was wrong.

“My name is Peter and this is Raphael!” he introduced the unfortunate man, who was no longer stiff.

“We are both horny, maybe you too and if you want to join a hot threesome?” Peter asked bluntly. Raphael grinned suggestively and licked his sensual lips ambiguously.

I was dumbfounded and don’t know which lecherous, two-tailed Devil was riding me there, but I entered and locked the door behind me. They smiled at each other hungrily and then at me.

“Evan’s my name!” I introduced myself. “Excuse me! I have to piss first!” I announced and wanted to go to the toilet bowl in the far corner.

“Delicious pee! Take off your underpants and piss in my mouth!” whispered Peter.

I looked at him in astonishment, but daring, experimentation and maybe a pinch of madness drove me on.

Without a comment, I freed my dick. My bladder was filled to the brim. Peter lay down. The bathroom was really big enough for any kind of action. He opened his mouth wide.

I actually thought it was an abnormal practice. How I was wrong. Now it turned me on and I followed my instinct for what to do.

I crouched over his mouth with my penis, that Peter’s tongue could have touched my crown. I started letting the sparkling wine run in a small stream so nothing went wrong.

An unreal experience. He drank my urine, swallowed steadily, looked blissful after all. I usually empty myself faster, but I just didn’t want to pollute anything.

When I and he was done, I wanted to stand up when he grabbed me and pushed me on the back to the floor. A little surprised scream escaped me and I got scared. Where did I end up here? He pulled my clothes down and away. Well, with a little help on my behalf.

However, he didn’t want to do violence to me. He sank between my legs, engulfing my cock with his mouth. It was indescribable. He did not aimlessly lick me, but was a tongue-tied acrobat. I was hard in no time.

His quick tongue stroke, which worked on my slit and on my shaft. He took me deep into his throat. And then I overflowed into him, hot and daring.

The game wasn’t over yet. Fortunately, there was everything necessary for sex in this room: condoms, lubricants, vibrators … Eric’s supplies actually.

Raphael brought a condom and lubricant. He hastily slip on the condom. Was he going to pound me? As I hoped? I was extremely excited and felt a painful longing.

They asked me to go on all fours. Raphael prepared my opening with the lubricant. Then with one violent thrust entered me up to the hilt. My hole puckered wildly. We both groaned and moaned as he fiercely rode me.

Peter pulled his prick into my demanding mouth. His was very big, but I managed to take him almost whole.

Raphael’s magnificent sword tip made me Intoxicatingly sore. I’m not exaggerating, ecstasies of pleasure flooded me ..

Both men turned me into the middle of a sandwich. They found a common rhythm and how they fucked me hard. My arse and mouth. That happened to me! I would never have thought that possible. It was paradise on earth for me because I have a strong preference for being dunked, but in my wildest dreams I didn’t expect to be served from the front and back at the same time.

Raphael’s loins moved faster and faster. He worked my rod. I was literally hovered.

First Peter came with a deep rumble and groan, then I experienced a ransacking orgasm when my anus and Raphael’s prick contracted almost simultaneously. Both had well-built daggers and they knew how to handle them. I whimpered lustily. Raphael came last.

Too bad that for hygienic reasons that only Peter squirted into me, because I would have loved if Raphael’s sperm had run out of my hole.

Both of them withdrew. I lay comfortably exhausted on the floor. Peter peeled the condom off and wrapped it in toilet paper to then dispose of it in a small trash can with a lid.

Incredible, but Raphael’s spanker was getting stiff and hard again. He grinned at me.

“I’m banging Peter now! I don’t use a condom because we’re a couple! You can watch if you like!”

Peter braced himself against the wall, his back to Raphael. I could see everything. Raphael had the lubricant ready.

He smeared his sharp knife and Peter’s love opening. Then he pushed centimeter by centimeter into Peter’s butt, which greedily sucked in Raphael’s lance. Wow! The sight made me horny. Raphael started thrusting Peter with force and slid up and down. Peter groaned with pleasure. He supported himself with his arms and there was still space between the wall and his body in front of him.

I had a daring idea. I wanted to participate. I love fellatio and the taste of semen.

I crawled into the free space on all fours. Both only noticed it marginally, as immersed as they were. I gripped his hips and with my lips eagerly took Peter’s erect stick in my warm, wet mouth. I licked off the lust drops and sucked, sucked like a man possessed.

It pulsed in me and it wasn’t long before my eagerness made him twitch and he unloaded into my oral cavity. Fortunately, the taste was pleasant when I swallowed. Sweet and salty at the same time. I wanked myself off

Raphael shot his seed in Peter’s arse. Fascinating! Because by now I was crawling back to my observation post and could see Peter’s anus twitching violently and sucking out Raphael’s penis. Raphael pulled out his limp warrior. Peter was still panting heavily, but so was Raphael.

Peter’s asshole was still gaping open and the cream was slowly running out. To be honest, I was a little jealous.

Both smiled at me and dressed themselves. I straightened my clothes and dressed myself again, also. The three of us washed our hands one after the other, looked at each other knowingly and returned to the party.

Eric smiled at me cryptically for the rest of the evening. Had we been heard? What the Hell? It was worth the “intoxication”.

I had no idea what I was going to experience five years later, but that’s another adventure!

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Thanks to everyone who take the time to read my stories and thanks too for comments already written.

Tiberiu 😘

I was staying with my friend in the UK, she lived in a quiet village so needless to say there wasn’t much action. She told me she was going to visit her dad and invited me to come. I declined and said I’d get the bus to the nearest town and spend the day browsing the shops.

But that was just my cover story. In reality I was going to try the bathhouse in town. I’d never been to one before and as I was away from home, with nothing else to do, and if I’m being honest, very horny, this seemed like the perfect opportunity. I’d read about it online. It looked to be on the smaller side but had most of the facilities you’d expect. I knew where it was and how to get there, it was about a ten minute walk from the bus station.

However when I arrived, my nerves failed me a bit and I couldn’t go in. I saw a bus shelter across the street and so I sat there, pretending to wait for a bus but really just watching the entrance.

For almost ten minutes, nothing happened. It was a weekday afternoon so probably not a peak time for the sauna. I had almost talked myself into walking away. Then the door opened and a guy walked out. Normal looking guy, looked like he could be leaving his house or work. I don’t know what I was expecting. Over the next 20 minutes, a small number of guys came and went. It was all so normal looking. Feeling slightly reassured but still very nervous I headed for the door and hit the buzzer.

The door clicked open slightly, I pushed it and was inside. A young guy in his mid 20’s was on the reception desk. I paid my fee and he handed me a towel. He pointed over his left shoulder.

 “Locker room is that way, then everything else is through the door in the back.”

I headed into the locker room. There were two rows of lockers along each wall and a couple of benches in the middle. A room off to the side has showers and there was a door at the back of the room. There was no one in the room. I felt a bit relieved as, despite what I was here for, I suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable stripping off in front of anyone. I changed in record time, wrapped the towel around my waist, shoved my clothes into a locker. I fastened the keyholder around my wrist and went through the door.

On the other side was a small open plan room with a divider down the middle. There was a jacuzzi beside the locker room door, it looked big enough to hold about six people. There was no one in it and it wasn’t bubbling. It didn’t look very appealing. On the other side of the divider was a TV showing porn, and a couple of benches along the wall. There was no sound coming from the TV but there was a low beat from music coming from speakers in the corner. There was no one here either. At the other end of the room was a set of stairs going up. I headed over to them.

Upstairs was a single corridor, there were a couple of glass doors on the left, and a single door frame to the right. Plastic strips hung from the frame and there was nothing but darkness beyond. Another door at the end had a sign on it saying “Smoking Area”. I looked in the first glass door, it was a dry sauna. There was one man inside sitting in the corner, he had his eyes closed and looked to be relaxing. I moved onto the second door. This was a steam room, again there was a single guy inside. He glanced up when he saw me at the door but looked away when we made eye contact.

I moved to the room on the opposite site, and peeked in. It was pitch black inside and I couldn’t see anything. Despite that it was clear there were a number of men in the room. I could sense their presence and there was a strong, musty smell from the room. There was also a smell of sex from the room. I stepped inside.

I stood just inside the door for a minute leaning against the wall. I was allowing my eyes time to adjust to the darkness. After a minute or so I had an idea of what the room was like. A bench rang along the back and side walls of the room. There were about five men sitting in the room along the benches. This is where the action was. At least two of the men were doing something in the corner opposite the door. I moved to the side wall where I could sense if not completely see a space in the middle of the bench and sat down.

As I relaxed into my new space, I tried to figure out what was happening in the other corner, there was some motion, I could hear a key jangling and a low moaning. I could also feel a faint vibration through the bench. I felt myself start to harden just at the thought of what was going on in this room even if I couldn’t see it.

I felt something brush against my knee. I looked down, there was a hand lightly caressing me. The hand belonged to the guy sitting to my right. He was looking in my direction. It was still quite dark in the room but I could make out some of his features. He looked to be in his 50s with thin, greying hair, he was slim, had a pale chest with tufts of white hair dotted all over.

Continuing to look at me he moved his hand slowly up my leg, reaching across to touch my inner thigh. I didn’t move, I was barely breathing. Finally I felt his fingers brush up against my balls. He began to move his fingers slowly over my balls. I let out a long exhale, this felt amazing My dick was rock hard now. He continued to move his fingers in a gentle motion, then he withdrew his hand. He pulled the towel from my lap, grabbed hold of my dick and gave it a firm squeeze.

I gasped and recoiled slightly. I was suddenly aware of the fact that I was completely naked in this room of strangers. I glanced around. From what I could tell no one was paying any attention to us. I looked at the man again. He gave me a small smile.

“Sorry” he said, “My hand is probably a bit cold”.

“That’s ok” I replied. His hand wasn’t cold, it felt really good. He had started to move his hand up and down the shaft of my dick, gently pulling my foreskin down and then pushing it back up again, a little puddle of precum forming every time he did.

His motion was so gentle that it helped me to relax a bit more and I decided to make a move myself. Mirroring my new companions’ actions from earlier, I reached my arm across and put my hand on his leg, I pulled on the towel from around his waist and then he too was naked. His dick was lying across his balls, not hard yet but not soft either. His pubic hair was also thin and greying. I grabbed in with my hand and began to jerk it.

We remained like that for a minute, he smoothly moved his fingers over my dick and I just kind of jerking him. Once he was fully hard, he took hold of my hand with his free hand and motioned to me to slow down, matching my rhythm to his.

“There’s no hurry” he said. He looked straight into my eyes and as we continued to play with each others dicks he leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

I felt his tongue lightly brush over my lips and I gently moved mine to meet it, we continued to kiss and stroke each other. I was aware of some movement in the room near me. I broke the kiss and moved my hand back. Someone had come into the room and was standing directly in front of us.

I was fairly sure it was the guy I had seen earlier in the dry sauna. Now that he was standing in front of me I could get a better look at him. He seemed to be in his 40’s, quite tanned and muscular. He had a tattoo on his left lower stomach, two intertwining lines that went down his stomach to his hip and disappeared out of sight under his towel.

“Hey” he said. Not to me but to my new friend.

“How are you?” My friend nodded back to him. Clearly these two knew each other.

“Fancy some company?” The tattooed guy was rubbing the front of his towel, where a sizeable bulge was forming.

“Sure”. With a flick of his wrist he pulled his towel off, allowing his hard dick to fall forward. It was easily 9 inches, uncut and throbbing slightly. His tattoo continued down his thigh stopping halfway to his knee. Taking the shaft of his dick in his hand he stepped forward and aimed it at the older guy’s mouth. He opened willingly.

As he sucked on the tattooed guy dick he also continued to play with mine, still massaging it up and down, with a stronger rhythm. I took hold of his dick again and matched his rhythm. He was an expert cocksucker as he easily deepthroated the tattooed guys dick. He grabbed hold of the older guy’s head in his hands and began to thrust in and out of his mouth.

After a couple of minutes of this, the tattooed guy looked down at me and winked.

“You want a taste?” He asked. I nodded. He released the older guy and pulled his dick out. He took a sidestep to stand in front of me, and then held his dick up.  I leaned forward and opened my mouth. I thought I’d start out by licking the tip but he had other plans. He shoved his dick in, grabbed hold of my head and started face fucking me. His dick shot straight into the back of my throat. I wasn’t prepared for it and my instinct was to gag or cough. I was able to suppress it and instead focused on the sensations flooding my mouth. His dick tasted of precum and I could also get the saliva from the other guy’s mouth who had been sucking on him a couple of minutes ago. I started to move my tongue along the base of his shaft as he dove in and out of my mouth.

The older guy had stood up now beside the tattooed guy and they began to kiss. I could see their tongues darting into each other’s mouths. The tattooed guy let go of my head and moved his hands over to the other guy. His thrusts into my mouth got less intense as his attention was split between the two of us. His hands went down the older guy, with one he grabbed his dick and began to jerk it with quick strokes, the other went down his back to his ass, I couldn’t see what he doing but the older guy was into it, his body stiffened and he began to make low moaning noises. I grabbed hold of my own dick and squeezed it. I was so turned on by this threesome, I could feel my precum running down my fingers. The tattooed guy pulled out of my mouth.

“Stand up there,” he said to me. I was so horny now I would have done anything he said. He had something in mind and I was curious to see what it was.

I stood up on the bench. The tattooed guy held the older guy by the shoulders and manoeuvred him to stand in front of me. My dick was right in front of him. He braced himself against the wall with his arms and started to suck it. The tattooed guy spat in his hand, he moved behind the older guy and with his foot, gently spread the older guy’s legs. Then he coated his dick with the saliva on his hand, positioned the head of his dick between the older guy’s ass and pushed forward into him.

I heard and also felt the older man moan around my dick as he took the tattooed guys dick up his ass.

“Fuck, Jack” he said, releasing my dick for a minute. “I forgot how big you are”.

“I can stop if you need a minute, mate” replied Jack, the tattooed guy.

“No, go for it” Jack didn’t need any more encouragement, he put his hands back on the older guys shoulders and began to thrust in and out. This had the knock on effect of bobbing his head on my dick. I could feel the pressure starting to build inside my balls.

I looked around the room from my higher vantage point. It now looks like all the other men in the room were gathered around us, dicks in hand stroking away as they watched our threesome. I’d never thought I’d take part in such an exhibition, it was such a turn on.

“I’m going to cum”. I warned the guy in case he wanted to stop. However he responded by grabbing hold of my ass with his hands and pulling my dick deeper into his mouth.

I let out a long satisfying moan as my orgasm hit and I shot spurt after spurt of cum into the older guy’s mouth. My legs started to get weak due to the sensation, it felt so good. I started to lower myself down off the bench, I needed to sit for a bit and recover.

But once I was back to eye level with the older guy he surprised me once again. He held my head in his hands and leaned in to kiss me. It was more like he banged heads into mine as he was still being fucked, my head banged off the stone wall but not enough to really hurt. He stuck his tongue in my mouth. His mouth was full of my cum. He swirled it around inside my mouth with his tongue. I took a second to get used to the sensation of the salty liquid, then I kissed him back, teasing his tongue with my own and swapping the cum between us.

As I did, I reached down and grabbed his dick and began to stroke him once more. He broke our kiss “Thanks, but I don’t want to cum just yet” he said. Instead I started rubbing the tip of his dick with my fingers until I had gathered as much of his precum as I could. I put my fingers to my mouth and licked them, mixing his precum with my own in my mouth.  I then went in for one more kiss. We swapped the mixed cum between our mouths for another few seconds.

“Thanks” I said as I gathered up my towel.   I looked to Jack, meaning to thank him as well. He was still pounding on the older guy’s ass and now that I have moved, he was gesturing to one of the other guys to take my place. Smiling to myself I fixed the towel around my waist and headed for the showers. It had been a good first time at the bathhouse.

It was Saturday night. The club was a whole vibe. The music was good and loud. Bodies were grinding on the dancefloor and everyone was having a good time. Me and my bestfriend, Kai, were there, and it was great place and time to be both black and gay, like us.

We were part of a crew of judies, as we called ourselves but none of our other judies were there. We were all a little on the fem side, some more than others. I was the most masculine of us, and could easily pass for straight or even trade if I wanted to, hence they called me King Judah (King for my machismo and Judah was my real name). I stood six-feet exact; tight and toned, with a gorgeously dark complexion.

My bestfriend, Kai Effervescent, was shorter than me at five-nine, with a lighter mocha-brown complexion and a slender build. He had a nice fat ass though, almost girly in fact. I knew all about it as I had fucked him the first day we met but we quickly realized we were better off as friends than fuck-buddies.

Then there was Kai’s boyfriend, Chris. Just Chris. He wasn’t part of our judie crew. Chris was all-man and very much giving trade. He stood six-three with a light-brown honey complexion and built like a fucking brickhouse. He was all muscle and had every bottom and vers man in the club hungry for his dick. Hell, even a few “tops” looked like they were ready to bend over for him!

While I understood why Kai liked him, what I could not fathom was why Chris would be with Kai. Don’t get it twisted. I loved my friend but they seemed so mismatched, not just in physique but personality too. There was quite an age disparity among us. I was thirty-two; Kai was thirty-seven while Chris was only twenty-five. However, I was not one to judge. I was happy if they were happy, and I kept my reservations to myself.

Anyway, we were having a damned good time. We had a few drinks in us and were getting down and dirty on the dancefloor. I was grinding my ass on a hot light-skinned guy whose big-ass hard dick was trying to fuck me through our jeans. Kai was making out with another queeny-looking guy, grinding their dicks together. Chris was in the corner, grinding his dick on a hunky muscle-mary bottom we all knew. Of course, the guys we were dancing with all wanted to have sex with us but in the end, we decided to simply head home; back to Kai’s place to sleep off the alcohol and enjoy a nice Sunday together once we all woke up.

I knew that would not be the end of it, however. The issue was that Chris and Kai had an open relationship as their age difference caused a bit of a problem. See, Chris was a horn-dog for any man with a nice fat ass. Kai worked hard and sometimes did not have the energy to keep up with his man’s libido. While Kai took advantage of the arrangement on occasion, it was designed more for Chris than for him, as Chris was allowed to fuck other guys without restraint or restriction. The things some of us did to keep a man…

Anywho…

We decided to go for burgers before heading back to Kai’s place. It was late and our preferred spot was sort of out-of-the-way so it was far from crowded. It had been a while since we’d been there and, as we ordered, I followed Chris’ line of sight. He was gazing intently at the fry-cook at the back. The guy wasn’t bad-looking either but he must have been new since I did not recall having seen him there before. He was slim, about my height with cinnamon-brown skin, dark-brown dreadlocks, and a nice round ass. Not as round and high as Kai’s but it was definitely fuckable, even to me, so I knew for sure Chris was thinking about hitting it. The fry-cook noticed Chris too and smiled.

The flirting continued and Kai noticed. He didn’t look too happy but their agreement was in place. While the cashier was busy with another customer, the guy handed us our food with a paper that I caught the writing on. He was telling Chris he was off in ten minutes. We ended up waiting in the parking lot and the guy followed us home in his own car.

Kai was absolutely fuming but he could not protest. After all, the agreement was that Chris could fuck other guys with restraint or restriction. If Kai had the energy to fuck, he would have stopped Chris in his tracks at the fast-food joint. Chris ushered the guy into the back bedroom. I sat with Kai, comforting him as the sounds of fucking started up. They were so loud that we could hear them. Kai groaned, covering himself with the blanket. I was curious, however, and slipped toward the sounds.

The door was cracked open a bit, and my dick sprung fully hard on seeing that hot action: Chris was glazed in sweat, clapping those fat booty-cakes like nobody’s business; his condom-sheathed rod plunging in and out between the buns. Chris gripped the guy’s dreads and pulled, causing the guy to arch his back even deeper.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Pound my ass!” the guy screeched.

“Yeah, bitch? This is what you want, huh? A real nigga’s dick up your ass? You nasty slut!” Chris grunted, fucking faster.

His huge dick pistoned through the guy’s guts, making him mewl with pleasure. I whipped out my own hard dick and started jacking. For the next few minutes, the moans were non-stop along with the sound of heavy frantic ass-clapping. I was close to busting, and hoped Chris came soon. My prayers were answered as Chris grunted then shuddered; planting himself balls-deep. Chris was cumming, and so was I; stifling my grunts as I shot my nut all over the wall. When I recovered and looked up, Chris was standing in the doorway, smiling at me.

“Next time, just come in and join us,” he chuckled, stepping past me and into the front room, totally naked. The moment he did, Kai was all over him, screaming and cussing.

“Damn, what’s going on? Chris told me this was all legit!”

I turned and the dreadlocked guy was standing next to me, also naked; his sinewy slender muscles and prominent abs on display. He grinned and introduced himself as Jerome. My dick was still hard and he grabbed it.

“Looks like you’re ready to join in,” he smirked. “I told Chris that I love getting fucked. Gonna need a lot more ass-pounding before I’m satisfied. Interested?”

“Definitely,” I grinned, letting him lead me by the dick into the bedroom.

I was not as hung as Chris but Jerome seemed to enjoy my dick well enough; moaning as he slobbered all over it and took me into his throat. I peeled my shirt off and held back his locks, admiring how his thick sexy lips slithered up and down my shaft. He plunged his nose into my pubes again and again. He lashed my balls with his tongue at the same time; a truly talented cocksucker!

While I was enjoying Jerome incredible throat, the shouting match from the front room had reached a fever pitch. I half-expected things to get thrown around but I could barely focus on that as Jerome retreated; leaving my dick lurching and dripping wet. He flung himself back on the bed and pulled his knees back to his chest, exposing an incredibly open and pouted hole. I immediately fell to my knees and sucked on that well-fucked pucker. Jerome moaned louder as I tongued and licked on the inside of his open cunt. I got him sloppy-wet with my spit then licked on his balls. I ran my tongue up the belly of his shaft and locked my lips on his pretty pink cockhead. I began to suck and Jerome writhed.

I kept on sucking, taking more and more of his shaft until I had his entire dick down my throat. I choked and gurgled, spilling spit down his balls and soaking his pubes. I got nasty with it, my face wet with my own spit as I slid off his dick, trailing spit from my lips. I hopped to my feet and got naked as the voices from the front room calmed down and quickly turns to giggles then moans. Clearly, Chris had managed to convince Kai to let him smash. That only made me hornier. I slid on a condom and mounted Jerome, easing my dick inside him. I moaned as I lodged myself balls-deep in his open cunt.

“Shit, Judah! Damn! Fuck me!” Jerome breathed.

I sealed my lips on his and started fucking. His hole felt damned good! It was gushy and wet. It was hot, and gripped my dick just right. I pushed through his squishy flesh over and over, faster and faster until I was clapping them cheeks. Jerome moaned into my mouth and I moaned into his. I was hammering so hard that the bed started creaking. Similar sounds came faintly from the front room as Chris smashed Kai; my bestie moaning like the hot cock-hungry bitch he was, begging Chris to go harder and faster and deeper. That shit turned me on, and I dug into Jerome’s guts like a fucking oil drill.

“Auuugh fuck! Damn nigga! Fuuuuck!” Jerome screamed but I ignored his cries. I was almost to the point of no return. A few more strokes and pushed myself over the edge.

“Urrrrgh! Fuck! Fuck! Oooh fuck! Urrrrrrrrgh!”

“Hell yes, nigga! Shoot that nut!”

Just as I flopped down on top of Jerome, I heard Chris’ yell of ecstasy. He was cumming inside Kai, as they only fucked each other bareback. Their gasps and sighs quieted down until there was only silence but my own panting breath as I lay on top of Jerome; savoring his sweaty body under mine. I kissed him and he accepted my tongue in his mouth. We made out for a while before Chris interrupted us as he entered the room.

“Glad to see you joined in, Judah,” Chris chimed, slapping me on the ass. “Now I got two hot hungry bottoms to fuck.”

“Oh, do you?” I teased. “Who said I was a bottom?”

“I’m a total top, so as far as I’m concerned you are. Besides, I know you been fiending for this dick!” he chuckled, stroking his amazingly thick, long, and very hard dick. How he had managed to stay hard after busting two consecutive nuts, I had no idea but he was right: I wanted to experience that big-ass dick, regardless of my friendship with Kai. Still…

“What about Kai?” I asked.

“I fucked him straight to sleep. An earthquake wouldn’t wake him now.”

Well, that did it. I pulled out of Jerome and sank to my knees, taking his dick in my mouth and gobbling half the length straight away. That dick was good. I could taste Kai’s ass on it, as well as Chris own salty precum. I sucked hungrily, painting it sloppy-wet. Spit dangled from my chin as I choked myself on it; taking him down to the root, my nose in his pubic bush. Chris grabbed my head and fucked into my throat.

“Shit, Judah! Damn! Gonna have to do this more often!” he growled.

More spit dribbled from my lips and dangled from my chin as Chris plugged my throat. I choked and gurgled; my own dick rock-hard and dripping precum. By the time Chris yanked his dick free, my chest was wet with spit. Chris pulled me to my feet only to shove me forward over the bed. He spread my ass-cheeks and dove in.

“Ooooh fuck yes!” I howled.

Chris’ tongue dug into my cunt; twisting and turning, and flicking in and out. I gripped the sheets, panting as Chris rimmed me straight to anal orgasm. My asshole spazzed and Chris only sucked on it all the harder. Then Jerome knelt before me and stuffed my mouth full of his dick. I moaned, slurping on that good dick. He grabbed my head and pushed into my gullet. I gagged but did not resist as he began fucking my throat.

“Ready?” Chris chuckled, slapping his raging dick to my cunt. I heard him slide on the condom. He fingered cool gel up my ass then kissed his bulbous cockhead to my chute. He pushed in and I moaned around Jerome’s throbbing erection. Chris sank into me nice and slow until his pubes scratched my buttocks. He churned that dick around, and I moaned even louder and almost choked on Jerome’s dick.

Chris started fucking me at a steady pounding pace. His pelvis tapped my cheeks and his dick plunged far up my guts with every stroke. Jerome matched him; both of them pumping their poles into my body at the same time from two different ends. I was the hog in the middle of the spit-roast of the century, and I loved every second of it! My dick was painfully hard and dribbling precum like a leaky faucet as they both picked up the pace. Spit gushed from my lips and my hole got even wetter.

“Shit! Damn, Judah! Sweet fucking ass!” Chris moaned, clapping my buns.

“Damn for real, nigga! I got next!” Jerome laughed, tightening his grip on my head as he gouged my gullet.

“Ah yeah…ah yeah! Ah fuck, man! Gonna nut!” Chris announced. “Ah fuck, fuck! ARRRRGH! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!”

I whimpered on Jerome’s dick as Chris started cumming. I felt every spurt of nut fill the condom, and wished he was filling me instead; all that warm creamy sperm. I wiggled my ass on his dick as he stayed lodged up my guts. Jerome paused too, then pulled free; his dick coated in thick frothy spit. Chris pulled out and Jerome flipped me onto my back. He rolled a condom down on his dick, lubed his pipe and pushed into me. I moaned, feeling every inch until his balls brushed my skin.

“Gonna enjoy this,” he grinned then started fucking me, hard.

I whimpered. He wasted no time slamming balls-deep. He knew I was open as hell after taking Chris’ massive dick. There was no reason for him to hold back or go easy on me. He covered me with his slim form, hooking my legs over his shoulders and damn-near folding me in half as he continued hammering my gushy guts.

“Yeah, nigga! Fuck!” he groaned.

“Yes! Fuck me! You got me so fucking wet!” I whined.

For several long minutes, Jerome hammered my guts, only slowing down as Chris came up behind him. Jerome arched his back and grimaced, a sigh escaping his lips as Chris sank deep inside him. Slowly, Jerome resumed fucking, only he was getting fucked too. With every stroke he plunged into me, only to throw his ass back on Chris’ embedded pole. I pulled him into a kiss and he whimpered into my mouth as Chris started fucking him. Flesh-on-flesh slapping filled the room. I held Jerome tight as Chris ravaged his hole for the second time that night. For almost twenty minutes straight, Chris gouged Jerome’s guts. He yanked out and stood nearby, stroking his dick as Jerome resumed the fucking.

“Fuck…fuck!” I panted, looking Jerome in the eyes. His dreads dangled over my face like a curtain; keeping my focused on his face. He smiled and kissed me again; increasing the ferocity of his strokes as he did so. I whined into his mouth, knowing he would nut in me soon.

Sure enough, moments later, Jerome grunted and I felt his dick erupt inside the condom. I hugged him close as he stayed on top of me, panting as his dick continued pulsing inside me. That was when Chris climbed onto the bed and squatted over us. Jerome opened his mouth and I followed suit as Chris erupted ropes of creamy cum down on both of us. His spunk tasted good and Jerome quickly sealed his lips on the spurting head, drinking the rest of the load.

Chris tossed us fresh towels and we wiped the cum and sweat from our naked bodies. Chris flopped onto the bed, and we joined him, resting our heads on either side of his meaty pecs. Chris hugged us close and kissed me on top of the head, then did the same to Jerome.

“Told you I would fuck the both of you, didn’t I?” he chuckled.

“Whatever! Shut up, Chris!” I teased, then looked at Jerome. He smiled at me then leaned in for a kiss. I reciprocated and soon we were making out soft and sweet over Chris’ chest. I slid my hand down, gripped Chris’ hardening meat and started stroking.

“You two keep that up and I’ll fuck the both of you again,” he warned. Jerome and I paused, looked each other in the eye then resumed making out, even hotter and heavier than before.

“Goddamn…aight! You two asked for it,” Chris chuckled, his dick swelling to full erection in my hand. Chris caressed my ass then slid two fingers into my moist open tunnel. I moaned, ready and eager for more of his big-ass dick.

My curiosity about the fascinating sex adventure land knows almost no limits.Everything that is legal and happens by mutual consent between adults, you know …

So I went into the world of the virtual, keen to experiment, to see what could happen there.

A long critical search led me to a reputable site that promised amorous meetings and maybe more. You never knew.

It took a few days before I made a date with someone who seemed suitable. We wanted to meet in a public place. Security measures should definitely apply. He agreed that I could take a picture of him on my cell phone and send it to a friend via email. Of course, many felt that something like this was delicate and some others flatly rejected it. He didn’t. It was also agreed that I would call my friend, to tell him what location we were going to, if it would go further between us.

If so, then a hotel anyway and then he should call at an agreed time to check whether everything is fine.

I can be wild and unrestrained, but I’m by no means tired of life.

It was a Saturday early afternoon when we met in a cafe. Ruben! What a beautiful name! Well, it could have fizzled out with a lack of tension between us.

But we were both lucky that the erotic tension between us was almost palpable. The photo of him was taken and emailed.

I found it adorable that he was so old-fashioned that he insisted on paying the bills in the café as well as the one of the hotel. I actually wanted to take over the respective share of course, but he insisted.

I had no idea that our intimate encounter would be so much more than just a number.

Of course I told my friend over the phone, where we would be.

In the hotel room we both sat on the bed after we had gotten rid of our shoes. He looked into my blue eyes with his sparkling brown ones. We both reflected each other’s desires.

First he brushed back a strand of my black hair. Then his lips bent on mine as if they were the center of gravity.

They touched me silky and gentle. Teasingly, the tip of his tongue asked to enter my mouth. I was only too happy to meet this storm and urge.

His tongue was agile and extremely vital when it wound around mine. I tasted the coffee aroma of his oral cavity when my tongue explored it. So it went back and forth. That went straight into my abdomen and excited me immensely, until I had a cockstand. The locks started to open. Oh, I was more than ready.

The kiss seemed like a paradise on earth. We sank into each other. He could kiss! My dear!

Unfortunately it was over at some point and I could take a deep breath. His beguiling scent of sandalwood and his own natural smell penetrated deep into my olfactory cells. How my nostrils trembled.

His eyes were glittering, beneath his long eyelashes, when he licked my nose with the tip of his tongue and then did the same with my cheeks and temples. Wow! That did not miss its effect. I closed my eyes.

He spread fine butterfly kisses all over my face, on the lids, forehead, he missed no point. Then he turned to my earlobes. Both received the same treatment in succession. He took this delicate piece of attachment in his mouth, nibbled and sucked on it. I shivered from this feeling.

He then slid to my neck, sucking intensely on it. O yes! Hickey! I love that! I arched my head back. He licked my throat and then gently blew on it. Uh!

His right hand went to my chest. Some men tend to knead my nipples too roughly. He didn’t. He skillfully massaged and rubbed them through my t-shirt. My nipples woke up and showed that clearly.

I unbuttoned his shirt and swiftly pulled it down. My fingers stroked his sternum and collarbones. I nibbled and licked them and his Adam’s apple, then dedicated myself to his breast buds. He groaned. Yes, it also ended their sleep and they answered cheerfully.

He pulled me away to separate my t-shirt from my body. He threw himself eagerly on me to caress my nipples with his mouth and tongue. I gasped.

He stripped my lower body and, to his sheer delight, saw that I was not wearing any underwear at all. He looked at my boner with admiration and great pleasure. My precum already let my tip look like an early morning meadow covered with dew.

He put his index finger beneath my navel and drove very gently over this hot, humid zone. I groaned. He put pressure on my dick, which then decided to grow beyond itself even more.

The fact that we kept eye contact almost continuously was incredibly sexy and stimulating. He pushed me onto the bed so that I was lying on my back and he could comfortably dive onto my cock.

A wondrous but fantastic electric shock aroused my nerves when his tongue met my extremely hospitable, sensitive acorn. He was extremely adept. I had to have completely different experiences.

He kissed me skilfully his mouth and tongue. He was the sun and the rain that made me bloom and his cheeky tongue explored the wand in search of delicious nectar. He got plenty of it, when I finally came.

The orgasm exploded violently over my body in a heat shower. He and I felt the contractions and he drank from my fountain of joy.

Now I wanted my ambrosia from him. I jumped at him uncontrollably, with a wild look, nudged him onto the bed so that he was now level.

I grinned diabolically at him and took off his jeans. His magnificent cock jumped towards me like a incredible goat. Aha! Also naked under denim. Like a tight officer in a velvet skin uniform! Wonderful how he saluted me! First I kissed his groin and hip.

I was only too happy to show him these honors. My thumb and index finger gripped his beautiful acorn. I put pleasant pressure on him and Ruben groaned. I ran my hand up and down his shaft. I tickled his scrotum, then devotedly stroked his crown jewels.

My Tomcat on the bed actually purred in his deep voice. I leaned over his fighter for the true and beautiful. He wanted to enter my mouth and I granted it to him.

My senses were overwhelmed. His odeur, his taste, salty and musk. He fulfilled me in several ways. I sucked and licked. He danced enthusiastically in my mouth.

What did you do as a rodent with an acorn? Nibble on it, of course I did it only symbolically. Ha!

His volcano was shaken by an earthquake and his fiery lava flowed into the interior of my body. I really enjoyed this refreshment.

Then he pulled me on top and gave me a devouring kiss. He tasted himself in me and I myself in him.

He grabbed my butt and kneaded it. His fingers went to my opening and like lightning they took possession of me as they explored me from the inside. I breathed faster and harder. I helped his not so small friend eagerly.

This cunning, ravishing guy woke up thanks to my animating movements.

“Wait!” said Ruben. “I just get a condom quickly!”

He got one from one of his jeans pockets. He smiled at me and pulled the condom over his expectant penis as quickly as possible.

I lay on my back because I love it when my lover’s on top of me. Watch the strength, feel his weight, the play of his muscles. It is unsurpassable.

He leaned over me and thrusted himself into me, powerfully with his waist and loins. He was in me and churned me up. When he entered me, I cried out in ecstasy.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and raised my buttocks to feel him deeper. He swayed back and forth on me, his ship in my wild, undulating sea, which generated more and more spray.

The friction really heated me up and his unleashed ride on the waves my passion drove me to a new orgasm.

A lusty groan and a scream came from my throat. Shortly thereafter, Ruben had reached the top and sank on me. My cum adorned him and me.

He briefly disappeared into the bathroom and then returned with a big grin. We caressed each other. He kissed every single vertebra on my back and gently nibbled on my neck. He hiked up the inside of my thighs and licked them. He was just incredibly unbelievable when he then consecrated my temple that was my body with his tongue to put his stamp of ecstasy on it.

We went into the 69 position and I surrendered extremely passionately to my special food, which I tied with my tongue, that it was a lustful pleasure. Anyway, his acorn got to know my cheek pockets again and when he was ready, I enjoyed his delicious honey and he mine.

So our meeting ended. He wanted to sleep a little more, if the hotel room was already paid, why not relax right away?

I didn’t want to take a shower at home until later, so that his traces lingered on me even longer. We kissed each other goodbye. Of course my friend made the control call.

We met irregularly a few times, always in hotels. It was exhilarating every time, but unfortunately it fizzled and we never saw each other again. What a pity!

To Timy who asked. Not what you expected but, I still hope it satisfies . To the hot writers, Kyle Cicero and Jock Topper, who each beta read this and made great suggestions. To two other authors,absman420 & Jack Parker, whose writings also get the juices flowing. If you haven’t read the tales of these four writers, you should.

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Initial Report:

 Controlled experiment labeled herein to as: Turnabout.

Subject: Christopher is thirty-four-year-old male. Well-developed body typical of his current status as a professional athlete. Subject works out daily to maintain his superb build.

Statistics:

1. Height of approximately six feet one inches.

2. Brown hair/eyes.

3. Weight at 185lbs.

Social History:

Test subject’s social history and school records indicate the subject of this experiment has a typical heterosexual orientation. Background examination of school records indicate that said test subject has a long history of displaying a take charge attitude combined with an ability to dominate in his interactions with others, especially females. Subject is currently a star player on a professional team. A discreet secret hack of his personal computer has revealed that the subject also currently performs as an online cash master to submissive gay men and has secured quite a large undeclared income from it. A review of these chats reveals the test subject uses verbal denigrations to an extreme degree upon them along with displays of contempt for them

Psychological examination results:

Tests indicate a high degree of alpha attitude. Clear indications the subject actively seeks to dominate other males and has been successfully doing so since early childhood. His computer files support these facts. It is curious how he runs his cash mastering. Clear indications he is aroused during it. Subjects use of ‘trash-talk’ is something he clearly finds erotic. There is a slight indication of a latent, submissive mental propensity within him. Unknown whether test subject can be made to release this inner trait. This makes him an ideal that subject for this experiment.

General notes:

First session with subject will occur today. Christopher believes he is undergoing ‘anger management’ therapy under a team order due to a recent confrontation with a teammate. Subject has no idea the true purpose is to enable me to carry out my study to see if an alpha male can be mentally “turned about” into a beta personality.

Detailed reports of the experiment’s progress will be noted. Due to legal privacy issues, the law department suggests any session notes use initials to replace full names. I will be assigned “D” for Doctor while the test subject will be referred to as “C”.

Session One:

Case Notes:

Subject arrived late and displaying an uncooperative demeanor. Also noted the test subject was wearing tight jeans, snugly fitted tee shirt. Obvious he dresses to amply display his torso. Typical preening peacock syndrome. It should also be noted he has a well-developed chest, narrow waist, extremely large frontal crotch bulge, and a rounded , high, muscled rear area. He sat down making sure his powerfully muscular legs were spread far apart in a blatant attempt to display his ‘equipment’. He had a smirk on his face and at sneering demeanor.

D: So, you’re here today because your coach tells me you are not a team player. We are here to correct that issue.

C: Look. I’m here under orders. This is a joke.

D: Well, since you promised your coach you’d comply, let’s just relax and talk.

C: About what?

D: Well, this aggressive, hyper masculine attitude you feel a need to continually display to others.

C: I don’t feel any need. I’m a guy’s guy that’s all.

D: Well others might differ. In fact, I wonder if this demeanor covers up a sense of your inferiority.

C: Fuck no one is superior to me.

D: Interesting this needs to boast. I think that reply is a further indication of a deeply buried fear you might be…not so much a guy’s guy?

C: Fuck you. I’m no fruit.

D: I find it also interesting you interpreted my remark as one questioning your heterosexuality. Though, to be honest your arrival here in such attire and even how you sit suggests you question it.

C: I’m not afraid or fucking…concerned about my sexuality. What the fuck is wrong with how I dress and sit.

D: Clearly you feel a need to attire yourself in overtly sexual, tight clothes to allay some inner concern over your manhood. You’ve also chosen to sit slouched in a chair to thus enable you to keep your legs apart and show-off your crotch area. Again, a sign that you are so worried about your ‘masculine image’ that you require physical displays of your body to cover up a latent sense of inadequacy. As a young man, did you repeatedly checkout the sexual development of other young men when you took team showers?

C: You’re full of shit. I’m not worried about my masculinity and I fucking never checked out guys in the showers! I ain’t never had a worry in that area.

D: Again, a series of overly agitated verbal reactions to my queries. I would like to point out it is interesting you felt the need to boast about your genital size while you touched them. However, let us stop right here. I suggest we continue this discussion next week. You are obviously too overwhelmed by emotions to address the issues I’ve raised. We will return to them in the next session. Right now, your overt attempt to play at manhood is getting us nowhere.

C: Wait…what? I just got here.

D: I said this session is over. At our next one, I suggest you arrive on time, dress appropriately, and lose your foolish, macho posturing. After all, your continued ability to play depends on my good report. Goodbye.

Notes:

Session abruptly ended with C getting up and storming out of the office. Opening thrusts at his psyche successful. C will now wonder about how he dresses and whether he might be trying to cover some inner fear about his manhood. Growing up every young man taking gym will, at some point, ‘check out’ the genitals of other young males especially, during their early days of puberty. C’s absolute denial of doing it, coupled with the extreme hostility he had to that suggestion, is telling. My quick termination of our session, coupled with z sharp reminder I control his playing ability, is the first step in establishing to him that I’m the power alpha in the room. We shall see how things play out. Test subject handed a journal with instructions to write what he feels/impressions after every session.

Chris’s Journal Entry 

I hate this shit. I know I need to successfully finish whatever is required so I can get off my suspension. Still, I hate it. The first session was a disaster. I realized I had to do better or risk this guy fucking me up. I never thought I’d need to please some dude. Damn Jerry for causing the fight. Still, I’m going to suck it up and please him. Shit I just saw that line. My wanting to please another guy…Fuck. Fuck.

Session Two:

Notes:

C arrived on time for our session. He was dressed this time in a shirt and chinos. It must be noted that C ‘s clothes were looser on him. He also sat down with his thighs pressed together. His demeanor was calm, and he sputtered out an apology of sorts for his prior conduct. Using a typical “give the obedient pet a treat” approach, I instantly complimented him on his attire, attitude, and statement of regret. His body posture relaxed, and he smiled at receiving my approval. If he had been a puppy, I’m sure his tail would have been wagging. These developments indicates that, for all his alpha pretentiousness, he can be intimidated into a beta head space. My first steps in my turnabout study appear successful.

D: Now Why do you think the argument happened.

C: He and I never get along. He always has an attitude towards me; like he goes out of his way to challenge me about everything.

D: And that bothers you.

C : Hell yeah, big time.

D: Could it be you feel threatened.

C: By him, fuck no.

D: I noticed your reply was too quick which means it might not be true. Now we are not going to get this process completed if you won’t admit the truth.

C: Honest man I’m not challenged.

I decided to try a tactic.

D: I believe you are but cannot bring yourself to admit it. I find it highly distressful you cannot admit even the slightest thing here. Perhaps we should simply stop.

C: No Doc please. I need to finish up this management stuff so I can play.

Potentiality of punishment restated.

D: Then you must cooperate. I am here to help you. Let me guide you.

C: Okay. Maybe I feel threatened. Guide away Doc

Another step accomplished

D: You secretly know he is the more dominant one on the team, right.

C: I didn’t say that

D: Still not going to…

C: Okay, maybe that is the reason.

Good puppy gets treat to solidify that concession.

D: Now was that hard to admit.

C: No, I guess not…I never really thought it but..

D: Don’t backtrack now.

C: Sorry. No, it’s fine. He is more dominant team player. So, we good Doc.

Seeking approval…yes very good.

D: Which is why you had that fight. You see it’s really obvious what is happening.

C: What?

D: His more dominant nature upsets you. I think, as our sessions continue, you will lose the sensation of being threatened, around a more dominant male then, your anger will dissipate.

C: you really think that is what happened?

D: Definitely my boy. Good progress …be proud.

Notes:

The session continued in this vein. Resistant at first but ultimately fearful of being seen as uncooperative the test subject agreed to whatever I said. By the end of the session C was questioning his self-image and responding quite nicely to praises when he did it. Of further note, his body and overall demeanor has relaxed during the session. He no longer displays his prior breezy smug attitude. Also, he makes sure to not display his genital area. Though, at present, it may simply be a surface acquiescence into a beta mind frame, I believe continued reinforcement, coupled with a mild sexual stimulant given in future sessions, will continue chipping at his mind.

Chris’s Journal Entry

Damn. Could I really feel threatened by Jerry? The fucking dude does act superior to me…acting as if he is the top dog and me as his bitch. Is that why he gets under my skin? Am I worried I might see myself as less than him? When I denied it, the Doc explained that my denial was really based on my fear about some inner desires to submit. I’ve never been any guy’s bitch. Yet, he does get into my head. Could the Doc be right? Shit, do other powerful acting guys also intimidate me? Have I been covering my fear with anger? 

The Doc seems like he is really trying to help me. I think I’ve been shitty to him too. Okay starting now, I will be more open and compliant with him in our sessions. Just saw that line. Funny reaction in my head to it but a good sensation. Kind of nice handing things off to him. This thing about Jerry can’t be true!

Session Three:

Notes:

The sessions have been going well. C is clearly showing signs he is not as confident in his alpha status. Planting of doubts inside his head are working. I decided to turn it up a notch. I’ve kept the office hot and offered a cold drink to subject. He is unaware that I’d added a mild sexual stimulant to his glass. During this third session I introduced the idea that subject might be aroused by this man, Jerry.

C: Doc I totally respect you but there is no way that I’m hot for him. Hell, I love women. I fuck them. No guy does it for me.

D: Once again you display an over exuberant reaction to a mild suggestion.

C: I’m not gay. Hey, can I have a glass of ice water. Shit Doc you keep this place too hot.

D: I know. I’ve brought it up with maintenance. Now finish your drink and let’s try an experiment.

C: Done. So, what experiment?

D: Close your eyes and visualize him.

C: Okay.

D: Now keep them closed and visualize him in the showers.

C: What the fuck?

D: Close your eyes and do it. it’s s simple test. You aren’t afraid, are you?

C: Alright, I’m see him.

D: Take a few deep breathes

Must let the stimulant work 

D: I want you to truly imagine his body.

C: Yes, doing it.

D: See his chest area. Observe the masculine power his chest displays to you. Are you doing it?

C: Yes…I…am.

D: Now look down. Take in the sight of his hard muscled stomach. Do you see it?

Subject breathing is increasing. I observe a slight rising in his crotch area.

C: Yes…Fuck, he has a good pack.

D: Excellent now focus your mind on his genitals.

C: Doc this feels funny.

D: Simply listen to my voice and open your mind. See his manhood.

C: Uhuh

D: It’s powerful right.

C: Yes.

Subject now truly showing signs of his sexual stimulations.

D: I want you to focus on it.

C: Yes

D: Good. It intimidates you. You sense your desire to submit to it. You’re aroused, right?

Weak reply coupled with a nodding head.

D: Tell me you want to submit to it.

C: I want to…fuck Doc

Notes:

Session abruptly terminated as subject opened his eyes. He glanced at his crotch where a large wet patch was clearly visible. I assured him it was normal. He took some comfort in my assurance. I let him lie down to unwind. I also took His pants to ‘dry them off’. I later secretly observed him rubbing his crotch before reaching under his briefs to masturbate. Good progress.

Chris’s Journal Entry:

Fuck, thinking about a naked Jerry gave me a fucking hard-on! Am I a closet gay guy? I mean I threw wood thinking of him being naked. The Doc told me it’s nothing to worry about. God, I am happy he is guiding me in this stuff. Really comfortable him taking charge in our sessions too. Still, Getting a semi seeing a guy’s dick…shit what is happening? He left me in his room to chill out. I couldn’t get the weird sensations I was feeling. Worse, my rod was still throbbing. Finally, I had to rub one off. Couldn’t get rid of seeing a naked Jerry in front of me as I popped one too! Shit, even now I’m having images of Jerry’s dick along with me surrendering to his fucking cock! Shit I just realized, as I’m writing all this, I’m rubbing my erect junk! That fucking cock though taking me hard…fuck, I just climaxed!

Session Four:

Notes:

Things seem to be progressing quite nicely. Subject arrived an hour early and, judging by his disheveled look and exhausted expression, he is clearly upset. I informed him that, though I usually did not see anyone early, in his case an exception would be made. He was pathetically grateful. A clear change from his initial smug and defiant attitude. The session had barely begun when he suddenly confessed the cause of his current emotional disturbance.

D: Now, before we begin, you need to calm down. Here. Drink this glass of cold water. Very good. Try to take a few deep breaths then, tell me what is bothering you.

C: I can’t stop thinking about Jerry and him dominating me.

D: And how does that feel?

C: Doc I get a fucking hard-on about it.

D: Interesting.

C: You don’t get it. I’m throwing wood while thinking of being his bitch.

D: Is it him or the idea of any man who is, what do they saw, oh yes…an alpha male, dominating you that is arousing?

C: Shit Doc I don’t know. I’m not gay. So, why is thinking of servicing his dick giving me an erection.

D: Let’s see what we can find out. Close your eyes.

C: Doc I’m…

D: If you want help getting at this issue, you must ci operate understand.

Subject nodded. Quick deference …good result

D: I want you to visualize yourself in front of some strong male who is not Jerry.

C: Okay.

D: See yourself kneeling before him.

C: Doc what the…

D: Close your eyes and do it. That’s right…good boy. Now, see yourself in front of him.

C: Doing it.

D: Imagine this alpha male standing over you. You feel a submissive sensation. It is not unpleasant.

C: Uhuh.

D: I’m fact it is sexually stimulating

Drug working. Subject is showing an erection and breathing has increased. No resistance to what I’m telling him too.

D: Good boy

Second use of denigrating term ‘boy’ upon C. Subject shows no annoyance to term being used on him

D: Se yourself . Relax and enjoy the peace you experience in serving this strong man

Subject is showing outward signs of relaxing though still sexually fired up. His mind appears to be highly pliable right now.

D: He is dominating you. Yet, it’s a good impression.

C: yes…a good …impression.

D: You want to serve him. The thought arouses you. It’s okay to touch yourself too as you visualize this for me.

Subject is rubbing his erection.

D: You are a good boy. You know you are safe in that obedient state. Do you feel safe now?

C: Yes.

D: Such a good boy. Continue visualizing this for me as you let yourself surrender to the heat it’s bringing to your cock.

C: Surrender to heat. God doc I’m so aroused.

D: Then go ahead and jerk-off. This is a space place.

Subject has reached under his belt and is now masturbating.

D: He is dominating you. It is so erotic.

C: Yes

Subject is whispering and barely answering.

D: Go on release yourself from this fear of submission. Let yourself surrender and cream for him.

C: Aw fuck Doc…I’m popping!

Subject squeezed his eyes shut and ejaculated quite nicely. Interesting how his body tensed as he climaxed then relaxed slumping in the chair. I must have him naked the next time to fully appreciate his torso during these phases of arousal, emission, and post emission.

D: Good boy. You can now open your eyes.

C: Fuck I climaxed in my fucking pants. Doc what is happening to me?

D: You have finally achieved a breakthrough and released what you have kept tightly hidden.

C: Doc?

D: My boy your trouble is that you secretly crave domination. Yet, fear to embrace it. That explains your overt macho posturing and your anger issues.

C: No. I’m not a bitch Doc.

D: Clearly the large wet spot in your crotch indicates otherwise. You ejaculated while enjoying the mental experience of submission. You’ve nothing to worry about. This is your safe place. Now don’t try to rationalize what happened. As we progress it will all be fully integrated in your mind. You said you trust me, right? {C nodded }Good so try not to be scared. {yet another nod…very good}. I’m giving you some pills to help you relax. Take one every night. After you do, I want you to repeat this visualization experience. Do it every night until our next session. Always take a pill first so you can be relaxed Got it! “{C now is quite receptive now to instructions}. For now, go int my private restroom and clean up like a good boy.

C: Yes okay.

Notes:

Test subject was devastated by what he had done in the session. Increasing the stimulant dosage was a good move. Sexual stimulation pills given to C to use every night. Having him repeat this visualization process, while appropriately roused, until our next encounter should re-enforce this breakdown of his alpha image. Again, it must be noted subject never once objected to be referee too as ‘boy’. C is well on his way into a beta turnabout.

Chris’s Journal Entry:

Am I truly a fucking sub? I must be. Hell, I shot while imagining some guy dominating me. My head feels so whacked. I can’t get over how I threw wood in the last session and jerked-off in it too. The Doc has been pretty cool about the incident , which helps. Even giving me something to take to chill. I’ve been following his directed. Taking my medication then thinking about guys ‘doing me’ just as he instructed. I fucking end up beating-off every time too. At first, it was hard to accept what the Doc said about me being a closet submissive. Yet, that is the only explanation that makes sense. I mean, I’m throwing wood and need to pound every fucking time! The other day, I saw Jerry at a team meeting. Couldn’t stop staring at his bulge. What would his dick taste like in my mouth? Fuck, I need to take a chill pill and whack my dick!

Session Five:

Notes:

Test subject C arrive and appeared to be less distressed about being submissive to men. Still some residual hesitations detected to complete success in this endeavor. I am confident our future sessions should alleviate that problem. Dosages will be increased for each session until he achieves sexual arousal at being dominated without the need of a chemical stimulants. Today I will address one last area that might derail his total, permanent turnabout. I must crush his cash mastering. His continued practice of it is not only inconsistent with his newly strengthening beta identity but also undercuts progress being made. It is the last impediment to remaking his mind into a male subservient beta male. Hypnotism will be tried to speed up the process.

D: I’m proud of the progress you are making. An end is in sight. So, let’s just try something shall we? A bit of light hypnotism today.

C: I don’t think it will work on me but okay Doc. You can try it. Can I finish my water first? Damn you need to get your landlord on the heat in this place.

D: I want you to look at this strobe light. Focus on it. Good boy. Let your mind go blank.

C: Like I just said, I don’t think this will do anything Doc. I’m not a guy who can be hypno…

Subject easily succumbed despite protest. Clear evidence that, thanks to these sessions, C is in an obediently submissive mindset. 

D: Well, that didn’t take long. From now on, when I say, ‘good boy’, you will obey whatever I say. Do you understand?

C: Yes Doc.

D: Wake up.

JC: What just happened.

D: It’s nothing to worry about. Btw, you still look a bit hot why don’t you strip to your underwear for me.

C:. I’m not going to take off my clothes in front of you Doc.

D: Now be a good boy. Stand up and strip to your underwear for me. it’s all part of the process.

C: Okay Doc.

First test of the hypnotic control a success. Initial balking by C, followed by a quick compliance. I must state the subject is in great athletic shape. Snug fitting underwear reveal he is well-endowed. Confidential reports indicate C is quite the expert in using it to achieve sexual satisfaction during his rutting. It is a shame that, once the experiment is complete, he will no longer find pleasure in using upon others. On the other hand, C’s has a hard, nicely muscled, rounded buttocks area that should provide subject with sufficient gratification when it is penetrated by dominant men.

D: Close your eyes again and think of serving a dominant male. If you feel the need to ejaculate ease off.

Mid-session Notation:

The subject now quickly complies with visualization suggestion. C rapidly became erect indicating the correctness of having him take those pills before performing this activity on a nightly basis. The routine of imagining his sexual submission combined with achieving a sexual release is now fixed in his brain. I must note my surprise when he pulled down the front of his underwear to release his shaft. Reports on subject indicated his use of his cock in penetrating women was quite impressive. Seeing him in ‘action’ with it was most instructive. I admit to being intrigued when he hooked the brief’s waistband, positioned it behind his ball-sack and started masturbating. Slightly audible moans asking this jerry to ‘do him’ were heard between his panting. No further proof needed that turnabout is in full play within his mind. Watching C expertly engaged in edging was quite arousing. The shaft was fully extended, and its head took on a deeply reddish hue. Yet, he managed to only ooze pre-seminal fluids and not give into a full orgiastic spewing of semen. This ability to keep himself in heat yet, not emit, will prove valuable for the next phase. The need to terminate his cash mastering right now is even more obvious. I must act today to prevent any undoing of this newly blooming sexual identity.

D: Don’t climax yet. I want you to continue to edge while we discuss something, okay.

C: Yes Doc.

D: How do you feel when you cash master?

C: Powerful.

Evidence my castrating this activity critical. Having reviewed transcripts of his cash mastering, his use of certain trigger words to ‘cash fag’ men may provide the key to a turnabout in this area.

D: Chris, my boy, inside your mind I want you to see the words “fag”, “cash fag”, “pussy” or any other verbally abusive words. Do you see them?

C: Yes.

D: Good boy. Now drink this glass of water. Good boy. I want you to really edge yourself into arousal.

C’s cock fully leaking, subject is slumped in his chair with his legs even more spread out, and clearly sweating. Judging from body position and, whimpers from said subject, he is obviously in a full rutting mode noted

D: Good boy. When you see these words, you will realize they excite you. They excite you because you realize that is what you are.

C: I’m not a fag.

D: If you’re not then why are you erect when you see them? Why are you erect when you think of men dominating you?

C: I…I…am I?

D: Don’t you get aroused thinking about strong men like Jerry controlling you?

C: I…do? I do!

D: Stoke and edge like a good boy. Think again about those strong men dominating you. It excites you. You feel the same arousals when you see those words on your computer. You know if you’re hard it must excite you to see those words.

C: Excited seeing those words.

D: They excite you because you are a fag and a pussy.

C: Fag and pussy?

Subject groaning. Critical to press on .

D: Yes. My good boy. You only cash mastered to cover up your own desire to be a cash fag.

C: I covered up my desire to be a cash fag? I’m so hard.

Subject questioning his manhood.

D: Yes, you are. Good boy. Now I want you to visualize you are on a pay site.

C: I’m on a pay sight.

D: I want you to fill out a cash amount . Are you doing it?

C: Yes.

D: You’re such a good boy. Say it.

C: I’m a good boy.

D: Now see someone in a financial domination site chat calling you a fag, a pussy, a cash fag, or similar terms. Do you see them doing it?

Subject nodding. Heavily breathing. Stroking of his shaft has quickened. Impressed he is able to edge yet not ejaculate.

C: Yes.

D: You feel arousal right now too.

C: Yes

D: Because it stimulates you into heat being called those names. You are in heat right now, correct?

C: Yes:

D: So, I’m right, correct?

C: Yes.

D: Send that man your cash tribute. Give into the need you have right now to ejaculate and cash fag to him. Once you admit and know you are a cash fag, you can climax.

C: I’m a cash fag.

D: Good boy. Admit it again. And hit ‘send’. You are so heated up. Once you do it you will have a great orgasm.

C: Hit send. Great orgasm. I’m a cash…fucking sending it.

D: When you do you will climax like good boy. As you shoot, say what you are too.

C: I’m a cash fag. Sent! I’m a cash faaaaaaaaaa…

Post session Notes:

Subject shot an impressive load while shouting he was a cash faggot. C then passed out in his chair. While he is in that state, I will apply auto suggestions to re-enforce a belief in him that he always erotically desired to be a cash faggot.

Took the precaution of having this session recorded for my later viewing. Quite a few pictures taken of a naked C lying slumped in the chair with evidence of his emissions on his chest and pubic area. The close ups of his cock, during its various stages of deflation, are quite impressive. Possibility of securing funding for my future scientific work by private sales of his pix and videos{naturally with my voice and image electronically altered} to interested parties.

Chris’s Journal

I’m a cash fag!

Final Notes on Sessions:

It took three more sessions after # 5 to fully solidify test subject into a mental cash fag status. Subject’s belief about cash fags was ingrained within him. Once he, as they say in this area ‘milked’ as one, his self-image of being a cash master was extinguished.

Final session I brought in a person I will refer to as simply, “X”. This person is a professional escort who specializes in dominating betas and his endurance during it. It was felt to be necessary to have X anally penetrate the subject to complete the experiment. To that end, subject was lightly tranced, heavily drugged into stimulation, then disrobed for such event. It’s complete success validated this course of action. Subject not only kept erection during his anal penetrations, but he also ultimately ejaculated during each one. X was instructed to use abusive sexual terms on C while so engaged. He performed as directed. Seeing such a muscular athlete on his back, verbally put-down, his thighs spread wide, and being ‘plowed’ {to use a crude term} was surprisingly pleasurable. I attributed this effect on me as a mere byproduct of knowing I had succeeded in my experiment. Happy I made sure to record this event again, for future financial renumeration. After X left, I had a final exchange with C.

D: Now be a good boy and tell me what just happened.

C: I was fucked!

D: And you ejaculated during it, correct.

C: Yes.

D: So, it appears you enjoy being dominated even when its sexual, correct.

C: Yes Sir.

D: Such a good boy. Well, you may clean up, dress, and go. We no longer need any further sessions. Why are you still erect?

C: I still feel aroused. Can I sit and masturbate for a bit?

D: Permission granted on these conditions 1. you revisualize being penetrated by a strong man while you do it and 2. You use my computer to go on a cash domination site and cash fag as you ejaculate.

Clearly, I overdosed him with stimulants. For health reasons, I decided permit him ‘tap’ off that excess before he left. Having him relive his anal deflowering while he does it will further solidify his beta turnabout too. Two birds with one stone, to quote an old maxim. Subject proceeded to climax a few times. In each instance, he ejaculated at the moment he ‘cash fagged’ to someone online. Once he finished, we had one last talk.

D: You should thank me for helping you.

C: Thank you Doc.

Chris’s Journal:

Some guy fucked me up the ass three times. I shot every fucking time. After he left, I had to beat off three times while cash fagging to someone. I can still feel his dick inside of me. I can see me cash fagging. I need to jerk off!

Post Experiment notes:

Reports indicate that subject C is now a total beta in his interaction with alpha men. He also still engages in fin-dom sex play but now only as a fully beta cash faggot. This activity will only help continually re-enforce his mental turnabout.

Curiously, an unexpected side effect is that he has never played better. Perhaps his being no longer engaged in a continual affirmation of his ‘alpha status’ freed his mind to focus on his playing? This might be an interesting experiment in the future. Can athletic males improve in their chosen field if we castrate any alpha tendencies in them?

Follow-up investigation further revealed a potential issue of concern. Field reports indicate that also actively seeks out rough sexual abuse and repeated anal penetration from men. It appears that the subject is only able to achieve sexual satisfaction when engaged in beta sex with more dominate male types. His prior heterosexuality has completely been extinguished. My worry is that all this might be interpreted by critics as indicating he was truly a latent beta homosexual. My findings and thesis on turnabout process might be thus open to attack. I now fear some scientists would claim that my process merely brought out his true beta nature and no actual mental turnabout was achieved. To disprove this potential attack another subject must be secured and subjected to the same process. In fact, another one is in the waiting room. A detailed investigation of this test subject finds him to be a total alpha type. Aggressive personality, a fully dominate type around others, a well-developed, six-foot muscular torso, and an extensive history of fornication with women. We begin again:

D: Hello. Your name is Jerry, right?

J: Yes Doc. Look, I contacted you because. Well, you treated Chris and now he is playing better than he ever did. Do you think I might undergo it too?

D: I see no reason not to do it with you. In fact, I can assure you that, by the end of our sessions, there will a definite turnabout!

The End