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  • DICK: My Faithful companion – Two Poems

    I.

    Before I grew so big

    I sported a delicate, tender twig.

    When it staged a hard direction,

    Straight out, it attracted my inspection.

    Playing with it lots,

    My pants were left with spots.

    For days, I tossed hours on end

    In record-setting trend

    And, in the morning when at last

    Into a doze I’d somehow passed,

    It roused me in helpless plight,

    Not having wilted in the night.

    It seemed to call, within my hearing,

    “I love you,” in tones endearing.

    Thus hard at love until high noon

    While singing to it in off-tune croon,

    I caressed and stroked with all my skill,

    Never quite risking overkill.

    There were drips and squirts that ne’er would stop.

    You’d think I’d let the matter drop.

    But no.

    I’d go

    On wooing

    And cooing

    My silly happiness

    To the point of madcap sappiness.

    I wallow and swallow and smell like a rose

    But nowadays nothing comes close to my nose.

    Even the cat

    Thinks I’m too fat.

    II.

    My prick is so perky

    It demands a quick jerky.

    Shunning all pomp,

    It craves a romp.

    I dare not fail to choose him

    Lest I might risk to lose him.

    Oft, he’s a column,

    Something Solemn.

    My mouth

    Goes South.

    To take it in,

    I’m quite smitten.

    Slurping,

    Burping.

    It often gags

    Some other fags

    But not its owner,

    A satisfied loner.

    Thus I strive

    In order to thrive

    On cum.

    In sum,

    My life

    Is rife

    With love,

    My hand as tight as a glove.

    My throat’s awoke.

    I do not choke.

    No matter

    The batter,

    I open wide

    From side to side

    To pull it

    Into my gullet.

    It goes down well

    So I feel swell.

    Cum-nourished,

    I’ve flourished

    These years and years

    Free from all fears

    Of contamination

    From vilest contagion.

    This imbiber

    Has moral fiber

    To feed

    His greed –

    Gratefully,

    Safefully.

    Other examples of my pleasures at rhyming may be found here and and here.

  • A Benjie Christmas: Sharing His Present

    A Benjie Christmas: Sharing His Present

    “You must be from up north.” The man says to me as he walks towards me in a hurried pace through the thin copse of small scraggily oaks, spindly pine trees and low unkempt shrubs. The leaves and pine needles shuffle under his feet as he hastily trapses through the light brush. He looks me over. But he had been doing that from a distance when he spotted me on the dirt road and has continued to do so as he got nearer to me.

    The temperatures from the previous night had dipped to the high thirties to mid-forties, the chill still lingering in this morning air. Christmas is days away.

    I am walking about in a fleece jacket. A pair of white footy socks. My scuffed pair of white New Balance shoes. And that is all. Nothing else. Nothing more needed.

    “No. I am from Alabama. Fort Deposit. To be exact.” I tell him. “I am a good ole Southern Boy.”

    My southern drawl rolling over my tongue with an ease I did not know I had as I tell the lie to the handsome young-bearded stranger. You do not divulge any pertinent information to any man you meet as you stroll about in your 40-something-year-old birthday suit while you are at a gay clothing optional resort. Or. I do not anyway. I learned many years ago.

    “Well. I am from Panama City Beach. And I am freakin’ cold.” He says as he pulls his jacket in closer into him. But his voice lets me know he is not Southern. While he wraps himself in his coat like a mummy would in its wrappings.

    His eyes are focused on my dangling balls and cock and the mass of light curly curls in abundance around my fleshy trio. I had not succumbed to the lingering chill in the morning air. I am warm if my feet are covered and am wearing a light coat. The heat of my horniness is keeping me warm. I can feel the heat mounting in my groin. But the hard-on I once had, at what I erroneously called THE BARN, had slithered away into the dense thicket of curls as I strolled about on the road in the heavily wooded property.

    As we talk my hand begins caressing my drooping heavy hairy balls. But it had started at my sparse beard, with my fingers, then the dense curls on my chest before it found its place on my cock. A finger gently rubs the soft tender flesh of my exposed crown. I am not hard nor am I soft. I am just enjoying the freedom of being a man in these far distant woods. And the attention I am getting from this handsome stranger. He is responding too. His hand drifts to his crotch. He matches my every movement like a mirrored reflection with the steadily rubbing of his encased cock.

    But this is not how this morning started. This exchange of cock fondling between me and this still-dressed stranger out in the wilds.

    But I am determined for it to be an explosive day. Volcanic. Eruptive. Before the sunsets. It is why I made this long trek to these Alabama backwoods. And will he be the one.

    ***

    Earlier.

    The car’s GPS was not working. It is a rental. So. I cannot install it. I will not. But I had managed to scribble the directions to this place out in the piney woods. I travelled down these roads, before, where I had once visited in years past. But that was another life ago. A person I am not longer. I am older now. More experienced. Then I was in my twenties, almost ready to turn thirty. And making my way through the many men who crossed my path.

    When I get there. The name had changed of this faraway place, but I remember being here. On a prior Christmas trip as I travelled west on the interstate to visit my stepsister’s house for the holidays. I had a good time. Back then. And I will again. Today.

    Before I am seated at the dinner table with the family on this Christmas. The family still unsure if I will bring another stranger home to meet the lot of them. My plus one. My current lover. They cringe at the thought of whom will be the surprise guest seated next to me. But this year I am giving them a break. I am all alone. There will be no shock or surprise from me.

    I go through all the motions. See the humpty-dumpty size of a man greet me in a Santa Clause cap and a pair of ill-fitting underwear barely containing his cock. His hands constantly fondly himself in front of me as I fill out the paperwork.

    I sign the papers. Give them my name. My money. And then I make my way up to the hill. To the pool. And THE BARN. But there will be no swimming this time. There was not any that first time either. It is December and the pool is not heated. My only complaint.

    The chill of the dawn still hangs heavy in the air. In the shade it is especially frigid. Shivery. The darkness in the shadows is the last place to find warmth. But it will eventually. Get warmer. It always does once the sun is high in the sky.

    I sit down. Finding a place at an empty picnic table. Under the shelter. And see the Christmas decorations. The Christmas tree. And talk to someone I met there. I lean back. My arms scissored behind my head. My legs spread wide. Manspreading. As I present myself to this stranger. I feel like a hawk in search of its prey.

    He does a once-over. It is fair. I am doing the same to him. We look to be about the same age. Fortyish to fiftyish.

    I am horned up. I can feel the hard-on throbbing in my shorts. I am sure he can see it. I know I can feel it.

    “I’ll be glad when it warms up a bit. I want to get naked.” I say. I am not hiding my intentions. I am not subtle. “It is why I came here.”

    “It is why we all have come here.” He says. His hand is now rubbing his cock in front of me. “There was a good fuck in THE SHED, last night.”

    “Oh! There was.” I say. “Who? By whom?”

    “Me. I was in the sling and was being pounded roughly by two big-cocked men. One of them, a young stud who looks like he would be a younger you. Blonde. Blue-eyed. And a big cock. He left me wanting more after he dumped his seed in me.” He explains. A prideful smile sweeps across his face. “My partner joined in too and left another load deep in my hole after they had given me theirs.”

    I smile. He is not shy about what transpired at the campsite last night. My hand rubbing my cock in time with him. It is almost comical at what we are doing.

    We talk for a while, longer. I can feel the air getting warmer. And warmer. I shed my jacket. And plop it down atop the table.

    “Oh! I am Benjie.” I say as I introduce myself to this man, who I have been having a conversation with for quite some time. “You mind if I get naked? It finally beginning to feel warm.”

    “No. Go right ahead. We can go out by the pool. It is a lot warmer out there under the sun.”

    As we walk. I pull my tee over my head. I can feel the warming sun hit my arms, my back, and my shoulders. A slight breeze ruffles the fur on my chest. I run my fingers through the many curls.

    “I’m Doug.” The man who I have been talking to for a time says as I see him silently gaze over me as I remove piece-by-piece of my clothing until I am bare foot on the concrete around the unused pool.

    I rub my fingers through the light dusting of beard growth on my face. Then loosen the intermingled hairs on my rippled chest. I like to feel my body. And then I reach into the dense pubes swaddling my cock and rake my fingers through them. His eyes never strays from the actions of my fingers. And his tongue wags like a dog, slobbering, as he leers at me with his sad puppy-dog eyes.

    “Nice.” I hear Doug say in a low whisper. I do not think he intended for me to hear him.

    Doug’s eyes follow my hands as I traverse across my body.

    “I did not plan on stopping by here. Today. I do not have a towel. I only remembered this place as I sat in my motel room last night on the interstate.” I say as I make my way to a reclining lounging deck chair. “I know I will need one. A towel. That is.”

    I can feel his eyes on me as I bend and twist about. He can see the whiskers of the light hairs on my ass cheeks and those intertwined on the inside crack of my ass as I sit down. I want him to see all of me. I am a tease. Some say I am a big ole flirt. No. I am a man-slut. I like cock. A lot of cock. And ass too. A man’s cock and ass is what I am thankful for these days before Christmas. My stepfather Roman taught me a lot. Even after my mom divorced him. He was among the favorites of all the men my mom married. I do miss his cock though. He knew how to use it. And taught me how to take the advantage with mine.

    “You have a thick cock.” Doug says as he fondles his cock in his shorts. “And you have a big ole cockhead, too. I might add. Damn! Man, you should be proud.”

    “Thanks. I am.” I say.

    “I’ll get you a towel I’ve got plenty of them back at the camper.” He says. “I’ll be back soon with one for you soon.”

    Doug’s hand never leaves the bulge I see so prominently in his pants. He gives it one groping squeeze before he turns and leaves. Along with a smile.

    “Thanks, Doug. Appreciate it.”

    “Sure thing, maybe my partner will get back from seeing his mother. He left some time ago. I would like you to meet him.”

    He sighs. Exasperation in his voice at the absence of his partner.

    “She lives, close by?” He adds. “My mother does too. But we both live in Panama City Beach.”

    Doug soon leaves. While he is gone. Two other men show up. Both naked. Hairy. Very much so. In fact. And appear to be in their mid-sixties or late fifties. Many years my senior.

    “I thought it would be warm out here by the pool.” One of the pair says as their eyes peruse me. I am doing the same to them.

    All our hands are on our cocks. Stroking them as the sun beats down upon us. But my hard-on is more apparent as it whips about, unheeded, in the morning breeze.

    Doug returns soon. With a towel in hand. I stand up. My cock pointing out from me like a spear. I lay back on the chair and resume my prior position once I have laid out the borrowed towel. Loaned to me. All those present, their eyes, were on me as I did what I did. What I have is available for all those to see.

    I lay for a bit longer. Bored. My hard-on still throbbing and glaringly red from all the blood flowing into its thickness.

    “I am going to walk around a bit. Check out some things. See what has changed since the last time I was here. See if I can find the spot where I shot a wad from one side of the road to the other.” I say to Doug. And where the other two men can hear. “Can I leave my stuff here?”

    “Sure. It will be fine. I’ll watch it.” Doug says. “Maybe you will run into my partner. He should be around. I believe. By now. He was at the camper when I got the towel for you.”

    “He is back from his visit to see his mom?” I ask.

    “Yes.” Doug answers.

    The two older men look me over as I stroke my cock while I stand above them.

    “How will I know him?” I ask. “If I see him.”

    “You’ll know him. He’s a handsome bearded man in his mid-thirties.”

    I pick up my coat and wrap it around me snug. In the shade there is still to be a chill. I am hoping I will be followed. I want to be. By someone. Anyone.

    My hard cock pokes out amidst my light-hued pubes. It bounces as I take step-by-step away from the pool. And trek down the hill.

    ***

    I watch the television mounted high up on the wall in a corner of THE SHED and above the door, and the only entrance into this sex play place. On it is an older man plowing the lightly haired and stretched hole of a smooth young muscle-bound twink. The wet noises and the sexy squishes fill the empty SHED as I tilt my head upward towards the glaring images. My hands does not go near my cock, the fucking on the screen is all I need to feed the blood fueling my raging hard-on (that, and the tight black plastic cock-ring squeezing the base of my cock and balls in its unending clinched circle).

    “I’ve had enough of this. I want to fuck someone. Anyone. Now.” I say aloud to only me.

    I stand. My ass escaping from the chair as it had gripped ahold of my buttocks in its grasp. I walk to the door. I want to walk about the park. Again. Get some more attention. From those I saw earlier. I came here for a raunch-filled fuck, and I aim to have one before I leave. I will. I have a gift to give to any of the men who will accept it.

    The door creaks as I open it. The door is barely able to open and close. It has seen better days. And needs to be replaced.

    “Oh! It’s you.” The handsome bearded man says. “It is you.”

    In front of me is the man who walked across the sparsely crop of pine trees and oaks to talk to me earlier. He was reaching for the door of THE SHED as I opened it. He is naked now. Too. And his cock is as hard as mine. In front of him.

    “I was hoping I’d run into you. Again.” He says as he notices my throbbing erection elongated between my two-tree trunk of legs. “You have a cock-ring on. Now. Good.”

    “Yeah. I got it from my car.” I explain.

    He licks his lips at the sight of my swollen cock.

    “I was hoping you’d be bigger. You weren’t so big when I stumbled on you earlier out there by the road.” He says. “But. Now. It looks good. Real good. Tasty.”

    “I hope you like what you see.” I ask. My hand fondling my cock as we talk. He is doing the same.

    The man nods his head, ‘yes’ his erection pointing out in satisfaction from his muscular thighs tells me he does.

    “Daddy.” He says. Strongly. “I want you to fuck me.”

    “Where? On the sling inside of THE SHED?” I say without haste as I turn my head into the interior of THE SHED. I want to know where. As I am ready. I have been ready since when I parked here this morning.

    “NO! Let’s do it out here by the picnic table.” He says as his hands grips his erection. I want to be fucked out here in nature.

    “I can do that.” I say. Happily. “I can do that.”

    We walk to the picnic table near the wood line and a few feet from the entrance of the sex shed.

    “I am a squealer.” The man says as he plops himself, spread-legged at the side of the table. “I am loud. Real loud. It is what my partner likes for me to do when we fuck.”

    “Good!” I say. “I want you to be heard all over this fucking campground. Put your fingers on either side of the tabletop. And brace for me. I am ready.”

    “I know you are.” He says as he prepares himself.

    His ten fingers dig into the wooden squared corners. I can see the redness of his fingers as he awaits for me to proceed. His grip is strong. He wants me.

    He spreads his legs, apart, his shoes making noticeable impressions on the soft dirt as he readies himself for me. He invites me into his deep hole between his two round cheeks as one would be approaching the nearing Christmas turkey dinner, which is days away. And before all the bounty is spread out upon the festive holiday table. But in this case, it is a heavily furred parted ass awaiting my cocked-drumstick to be plunged into his furry hole.

    I tease his hole with my throbbing hard-on. This gets moans and ever-louder groans as I whisper my cock across his furry-lined entrance.

    “Stick it in!” He glares. At the slight turn of his head. He demands. “Fuck me! I am glad I did not let you out of my thoughts. I knew there would be more to that cock than when it was nestled deep inside your cluster of cock-fur.”

    “I had been hard. From before you saw me. But the chill in the air got the best of me. And I softened. But there is a lot more.” I brag. “A lot more. As you can see.”

    Inch-by-inch of it, my cock, disappears deeper into his hole.

    “Dog my hole with that thick daddy-cock of yours. Daddy.” He says under his grasping moans as I slide ever-deeper into his sweet spot.

    His squeaks start out low. Mumbling like a mouse. And goes into animalistic howl as ALL of me is swallowed up and devoured by his juicy hole. Each thrust brings about another audible exclamation from him. His sounds carry over the campground like a beckoning alarm.

    The chill in the morning air has all put dissipated as the heat between us grows. And mounts.

    My cock-ring all but invisible amongst the dense light growth around my cock while it keeps me inflated to my most epic of proportions. It is one of the vices used instead of the little blue pill. Stepdaddy Roman liked to wear them too. I miss him. I really do. His cock felt so good inside me.

    I hear the footsteps and the noise as they come near. One. Then two. And more. I am not sure how many. I am so sensitive to the sounds about me. But I am not focused on them. My concentration is on his hole. Of the man whose name I do not know but I know has been fucked and will be fucked by strangers after me. He is so accommodating.

    “Fuck him, Benjie.” It is the man named Doug from before at the pool. From the place I called THE BARN with all the Christmas decorations. “Shove that hard cock into my partner’s deep hole.”

    I feel Doug as he rubs my bare buttocks with his thick fingers as my cock plunges into his younger partner’s ass.

    “His cock feels good, doesn’t it Sweetie?” Doug asks his partner while I divide his hole like the biblical sea.

    “Oh! Fuck! Yes! He does feel good. So. Damn. Fucking good.” The man’s whose name I do not know answers his partner while Doug pats me on my ass as I plunge into his bent-over partner. “You said he had a thick cock. And you were right.”

    “You are taking his meat really good. Sweetie.” Doug says as he strokes his own cock-ringed cock in time with my ramming of his partner’s ass.

    Soon Benjie can hear more men gathering around. But he does not look up. Each of his hands are on either side of the stooped over man. His cock is ramming in and out of the hairy younger man’s ass.

    “Fuck that hole, Mister.” A voice of one of the gathered says as it comes from behind his point-of-view.

    Doug’s hand and fingers continue to caress his scruffy behind with a gentleness. A caress. It nudges him on with each stroke of the man’s fingers. He can feel the perspiration breaking out of from his pores as he gets focused on the ass that is taking his cock.

    He can hear the men around him. Playing. Stroking their cocks in time with the fucking he is doing on the younger man.

    Another man steps forward and begins running his fingers across his chest. Tweaking each of his pointed sensitive nipples. This sends a shock through him. It also makes his cock harder than it was.

    “You are a fucking hot man.” The unknown man says. “Fuck that boy’s hole. Fuck’em. Show’em who the boss is.”

    Benjie rams harder. And harder. Into the man’s ass with his steely-hard cock.

    The unknown man leans over and kisses Doug across the lips.

    “Can I get behind him, Doug?” The kissing man says. “Let me have a go at ’em.”

    “Sure. Sure.” Doug says as he moves out of the way for the unknown man.

    Benjie can feel the man’s cock. His hardness at the breach to his hole. He is wiping it across his hole. His hardened tool.

    “Your ass is as nice as Dayton’s. The man you are fucking. Just so you know.”

    Benjie sighs. His cock still disappearing with each thrust into the man’s ass, whose name he now knows.

    “Can I fuck you?” The man whispers in his ear. “Can I? Will you let me?”

    “Yes.” Benjie says. “Yes. You can fuck me.”

    I feel the man’s cock slice into my hole. Inch-by-inch.

    “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Benjie screams. His voice carrying out from where he stands. His cock growing harder in the man’s hole he is fucking.

    “OH! Fuck! Fuck!” The man named Dayton screeches from Benjie’s still powerful and ongoing thrust as both are being fucked at the same time.

    As Benjie pounds the ass of the man splayed out in front of him, he is forced fucked in his ass by a stranger he cannot see.

    “Boy! Your ass is fucking nice.” Says the stranger plunging into Benjie’s ass.

    Once this fuck-train started rolling it would not end till the caboose comes up in the rear.

    Benjie manages to turn. Ever so slightly. He is being fucked by one of the hairy older men who had been at the pool earlier. One of the pair who stroked along with him in the morning sunlight.

    “Your cock looked damn good at the pool earlier.” The man says. “I wanted to fuck you. Then. But you disappeared. I am glad I found you. Again.”

    “Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhhh!” Benjie moans as he is filled from his backend while he fills another man himself.

    “Take it! Take it!” The man says loudly as he fucks Benjie.

    The man begins to shake. Quiver.

    “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” The older man screams as Benjie feels his hole washed down in the man’s creamy sticky cum.

    “Give it to me! Give it to me!” Benjie begs as he squeezes the older man’s cock in the vice of his ass.

    The older man collapses on Benjie’s back. Spent.

    “It’s my turn now.” Says as man in the crowd behind him.

    Benjie continues to pound Doug’s partner, Dayton. He can last.

    “You have some stamina, stud.” Doug says as he fiddles with Benjie’s still enflamed nipples. “You are a real stud. I can see that. Keep fucking my partner with that ramrod cock of yours.”

    Benjie and the man he is fucking is awash in the dripping of perspired sweat. The heat generated by the fucking has warmed him more than the noon sun now high in the sky ever has.

    Benjie cannot see the number of men watching this spectacle, but he has always been turned on by being at the center of attention. Especially when fucking is involved.

    The next man’s cock is not as big of the one who just left. But he takes it as he continues to ram Dayton’s ass with his cock.

    “Hey, Uncle.” He hears. A familiar voice he did not expect. And opens his closed eyes to see a familiar face and a wide smile.

    “Fuck! It is you. Ian!” Benjie says. “You are here?”

    Ian is stroking his cock. He noticed the boy filled out his jeans quite well when he saw him at his step-sisters. Now he knows why those jeans were so packed. He is packing a hefty-sized cock.

    “FUCK! FUCK!” Benjie screams. His hollering overtaking the squealing from the man he is fucking. He can feel the tension tightening in his balls. And in his back. He is nearing the point of no return. Of the explosion he has wanted since he arrived. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

    On seeing Ian’s naked body. And his hard cock has brought on this ejaculation before he usually does.

    “You’ve already said that Uncle.” Ian says. “FUCK that ass. Like I did last night.”

    “FUUUUUCCCCCCCK! FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCK!” Benjie screams while he rams several times. Pushing hard his cum into Dayton’s well-used hole. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

    “Give’m that seed!” The crowd around him cheer. “Give it to him!”

    He can hear his nephew’s voice among those who cheered.

    He rams. And rams. And rams. As his balls empty inside the spread man.

    It is then he feels the cum explode from the man behind him. It is not the gusher from the previous one, but he accepts the man’s offering in his ass.

    These are all liquid presents shared by all into the ass of the man he is fucking.

    That man pulls out. Then steps away. His cock still coated in the wetness of Benjie’s squishy hole.

    Ian walks towards him. Getting closer to his Uncle Benjie.

    “I always knew you’d be a good fucker.” Ian says. “I watched you a lot when I was younger. I wanted you to fuck me back then.”

    “You did?” Benjie says as he gasps for breathe.

    “Yep. I did Uncle. I’ve been gay for as long as you’ve known me.”

    “You have a nice cock, boy.” Benjie says. “I’ve heard you are good fuck too. Doug told me.”

    “He is.” Doug says. “I can say that with gusto and zeal.”

    Ian smiles.

    “But I want you to fuck me, Uncle.” Ian says. “I want that present of cum you just gave him. In me.”

    Ian runs his fingers through the damp fur of his step-uncle. And goes lower into his light furry pubes. And then brings the dampness in his fingers to his nose.

    “You smell good. Uncle. Musky.”

    “My cock feels better.” Benjie says.

    “I have no doubt about. Uncle.” Ian says.

    Benjie plops down all his weight upon Dayton. Temporarily spent.

    “You are a beast. Benjie” Doug says.

    Benjie smiles.

    “Mom is going to flip the fuck out once I tell her all about this. Uncle Benjie’s cock buried deep in the ass of the man. The same man I deposited my own spunk into last night.”

    This reinvigorates Benjie. He rises form his slump.

    The youngest of the men gathered about says as he continues to stroke his cock in a rhythm all his own. As he looks at his uncle and the man his uncle exploded inside of.

    “I want your cock in me next. Uncle.” The younger man named Ian says.

    The second man had already pulled his cock out of Benjie’s hole. A steady drip of cum begins to leak from his ass once that chamber was freed. Dollops of spent cum forms clods of man-juice in the soft dirt behind Benjie’s feet.

    Benjie pulls out of Doug’s partner. He had already spilt his seed. He just remained there because it felt good. Moist. Warm. Wet. Liquid. And he was still filled up by another himself.

    “FUCK!” Benjie howls at his cock gets its freedom from the cage of the man’s ass. Of the man named Dayton. His ass spills Benjie’s seed out upon the ground.

    Each man breathes in. And a loud sigh escape excitedly from their lips.

    Benjie looks to his step-nephew.

    Benjie looks to his cock which is still glistening from his juices when he deposited in the man’s well-lubed hole.

    “Well, it is a good thing your mom is only my stepsister, one of my many added step-siblings over the years. Or else this would be something else entirely.” Benjie says to his 19-year-old step-nephew. “But you are not going to tell her anything. Are you?”

    “No. I am not. Uncle.” Ian says.

    Ian stoops down and takes his Uncle Benjie’s wet cock into his mouth and cleans it. Lathering it down with his warm spit. Benjie shivers. And shakes as his cock is rinsed clean of the fluids by Ian’s mouth. Benjie forces his nephew’s head onto his still rock-hard cock. The boy gags.

    “I did not think so.” Benjie says. “Gag on that cock. Boy! Gag!”

    He forgot his step-nephew drove the same route he does back to the boy’s childhood home. His step-sisters. Ian’s mother and father. In Biloxi. He did not know the teen was gay. He thought he was the only one in the family. Like him.

    Ian stands. His cock. Hard. And glistening from his own cum steadily forming on his young man tool.

    “Ian. One should always come prepared. Come prepared like they say in the Boy Scouts.”

    “Yes. Uncle Benjie. I am prepared.” Ian replies as he wipes his mouth of his uncle’s juices with his hand. “I am more than prepared. I can assure you.”

    Ian wags his cock before his uncle. And the others gathered about. An attempt at a playful tease to the man he has watched for many years.

    “Let’s go back to where I am staying. Uncle. Just you and me.”

    “Okay.” Benjie says. “I can do that.”

    They walk away from THE SHED. And those still there watch as the two depart. Benjie eases his hand onto the shapely curve of the teen’s naked ass.

    “So. How long are you staying, Ian?” He ask as he sinks a single digit into the boy’s ass.

    “Ohhh! Ohhh!” He moans as a finger is rammed in. “I am leaving on Friday. Tomorrow. To be exact. Mom is expecting me at home. Friday evening. On Christmas Eve to open up some of the Christmas presents.”

    “Well. I guess we can mysteriously show up at her house at the same time. That should surprise them.”

    “It works for me.” Ian says as he squirms under the prick of my prying finger in his tiny twinky-hole. “It works for me.”

    I shove my whole finger all the way up inside him.

    “You are tight. Sonny-Boy. I like it. Let’s say I give you. Your Christmas present early. Now. Why wait until Saturday morning to do it. It is not like I can show them what I have in store for you. Before our family. Your parents. My mom. And Ernie. Your grandad. My latest stepdad.”

    “I am ready for it.” Ian says. “You still have some seed in those hairy sweat-soaked balls of yours?”

    “Oh! Yeah! I have more than enough to feel that snug little hole of yours. It is tight? Right?”

    “After you get ahold of it. I reckon I will be loosened the fuck up. I saw what you did to that man. I want you to do the same to me.” Ian says.

    “I don’t want you too loose.” Benjie says. “Then you will not be as much fun. And the fucking will do it. And I want us to have fun. Lots of it.”

    “Me too.” Ian says. “Me too. Uncle Benjie.”

    Benjie rams another finger into Ian’s hole. He takes the two. Easily. As Ian moans under the force of Benjie’s lithe digit in his hole.

    This is a tale of a much older Benjie. Who is now a daddy-type.

  • Mistletoe and the Christmas Star

    Prologue

    “So, I saw this adorable dress the other day. I can’t wait to show you later,” glee Diana as she sipped her coffee. “It’s going to be a surprise for my boyfriend this evening. He’s helping out at the Christmas Market today.”

    “Who is he anyway? You only talk about how tall, handsome, and hot he is. But no picture, no name. Someone’s being very secretive.” Her friend teased as she grabbed her cappuccino from the handsome young barista. “Thank you, Herb.”

    “A pleasure as always, Patricia. Have a wonderful Christmas Eve, you two gorgeous ladies,” smiled Herbert as he handed the ladies a beautifully wrapped rose each. “A little something to accompany your shopping today.”

    “Oh, you are such a darling, Herb,” winked back the lady.

    Diana giggled, “Herb’s single, you know?”

    “Oh, shut it!” blushed Patricia. “So, how do I know if this perfect boyfriend of yours even exists?”

    Their conversation continued as the pair left the café.

    The sunshine barista of Da-Tu-Ra Coffee and Flowers smiled as he watched his regular patrons come and go about their busy day. A good café owner had to know all his regulars.

    His eyes turned back to the man at the corner of his café, typing relentlessly away at his laptop. Something seemed off with Oscar today. Today, his guest seemed to have a nervous but excited gleam in his eyes.

    Herbert’s brows arched in curiosity. But as Oscar was too engrossed in his devices, the handsome barista returned to tend his coffee counter, wiping off the wet mugs.

    Lost in his thoughts, a slight annoyance brewed within Herbert. He still can’t figure out how to get what he came to Kant City for.

    “Tsk.”

    * * * *

    Seated by the café window, Oscar Ramzan was busy working on his laptop. He was a handsome and well-toned man. Often dressed in executive wear, the bearded 25 years old salaryman often visited the café depressed and stressed out from his taxing auditing work.

    With his rolled-up sleeves, his toned hairy forearms tensed periodically as his fingers ran across the laptop’s keyboard. The top of his open collar revealed a nice furry chest.

    His phone lit up and began to vibrate. His boss was calling… again.

    “It’s fucking Christmas Eve, for god’s sake,” thought the auditor as he picked up the call.

    “Yes… Uh… Yes… Yes, Boss. I’ll get it out soon. Yes. Thank you. Have a good one.”

    After ending the call, the man flicked a finger at his mobile, in stark contrast to his usual polite demeanor.

    “It’s still early. I can get this out before heading down to the Christmas Market,” thought Oscar as he refocused his attention to the screen.

    He looked at the corner of his screen. A gorgeous photo of a young muscular hero. His body shifted slightly as he tried to shake off the stirring in his pants.

    Despite being in the middle of winter, the city was experiencing a sudden heatwave. The sun was blazing down on Kant City’s Christmas Market, thawing the snow from last night. The world-famous destination was filled with countless homely wooden booths decorated with festive lights and beautiful green garland.

    The place was buzzing with people enjoying the occasional mulled wine imported from the famous Burnt Vinery or the sweet treats from the gourmet SugarLoaf Confectionary. There was a wide selection of homemade crafts and carnival games to entertain visitors of all ages.

    But all the action for this afternoon was on the central stage of the Christmas Market.

    Over the PA system, the host proudly announced, “Ladies and gentlemen. Children of all ages. Today, we have a special guest performance. His appearance today raises education funds for our city’s youth, so take this chance to give during this festive season.”

    The crowd cheered with anticipation.

    “Treat yourself today with a jaw-dropping display of raw power and astounding moves that took down countless villains and kept our streets safe.”

    He paused dramatically as the suspense music rolled in.

    “It is our honor and pleasure to have the ever-so-popular rising star right here in our city. The sidekick of the fearsome Guardian, Jaguar. None other than Renegade!”

    Bursting from behind the curtains, the gorgeous 21 years old hero greeted his audience with a wide smile. Screams and cheers erupted from the crowd. The hero gave a cheeky wink that solicited more screams from his fans.

    Renegade was dressed in a black short-sleeved suit with blue highlights. His suit wrapped tightly around his incredibly shredded body but exposed his torso. His large muscular pecs peeked under his suit and revealed a set of luscious dark nipples. The individual mounds of his washboard abs are highly defined. He wore a black domino mask that hid his secret identity. There were two stun lasers on his sides that he often used on his missions.

    Practice targets were rolled onto the stage for his stunt performance. The master martial artist showcased his powerful punches, perfect kicking techniques, and an array of gymnastics. He even fired off his stun lasers to show his precise marksmanship and quickly switched them into close combat tasers and tackled the dummy targets. With the blue electrified shocks lighting up the stage, the crowd went insane.

    To spice things up, padded stunt performers were called onto the stage for the skilled hero to display his moves against live opponents. Skillfully, he tackled, wrestled, and took down each one of them in quick succession. All of which led to even more cheers, blowing up the vain hero’s ego.

    The demonstration went on for close to an hour, and towards the end, the athletic hero was panting heavily and drenched in his sweat. His black hair rested charmingly unkempt upon his handsome face. His muscular physique looked even more pumped than before as it glistered in a thin layer of perspiration.

    “Thank you, everyone!” shouted Renegade as he raised his bulging arms in appreciation. Applause and screams continued even after the hero went behind the curtains.

    Resting in the performer’s room, he took a towel to wipe off the sweat on his muscular body while hydrating himself. With the large mirror in front of him, the vain hero flashed a smile to himself and admired the details of his perfect physique. “Looking fine today,” he grinned narcissistically, ignoring the background of staff preparing for the next performance.

    He was excited for the rest of the day. Diana was coming over to meet him after her last-minute Christmas shopping. The thought of his beautiful girlfriend made him smile. He did prepare a little surprise for her this evening.

    Putting on his heroic black-blue jacket, he glanced back down to his side. The towel was missing. Did someone take it just now?

    He shrugged to himself and left the room. The young hero had some time to kill around the market before this evening.

    Chapter 2

    Strolling around the market, Renegade took in the festive sights and heard the excitement around the day’s upcoming highlights – the mind-blowing magic show, the spectacular fireworks over the Tree of Joy, the highly anticipated Kant City’s massive Christmas Tree and so much more.

    The thought of experiencing everything with his girlfriend this evening excited the romantic hero. Renegade was an upright and faithful man, loyal to his partner despite his playboy looks and hordes of cute fangirls.

    As he continued his exploration of the market, something caught his eye. There was a booth heavily decorated with rainbow garland and brightly colored decorations. A rainbow flag hung at the window of the booth.

    A couple of muscular gym hunks was flirting with the booth owner. He was much more petite but well-built, dressed in a green-red polo tee with a leafy green mask. He looked like an attractive guy, so it was no surprise that the hunks were teasing him, leaning in for a kiss.

    Renegade looked up at the booth’s name – Mistletoe’s Kissing Booth.

    “What an odd booth.” He thought as he noticed one of the hunks looking in his direction.

    “Oh my God! Is that Renegade?” The hunk’s eyes widened as he called out in a high-pitch voice. “Renegade, sir! Would you like to take part in this kissing booth too? Each kiss by this cutie Mistletoe here costs $5, and it goes to support the kids too.”

    Renegade laughed bashfully and politely declined, “I’m all good, but I’m happy to donate.”

    “Is the mighty hero afraid of a little kiss?” the hunk teased with a smirk. “Too straight to take a kiss from another guy?”

    “What? No… It’s not like that,” stuttered the egoistic hero.

    A crowd slowly gathered, and chatter began to erupt, wondering if the hero would do it.

    “Oh, my! Is that Renegade?” “Is he going to kiss?”

    “Wow, that would be so hot!” “Kiss, kiss, kiss!”

    Pressured to please his fans, Renegade rolled his eyes and raised his muscular arms in concede. “Okay. Fine, just one kiss on the cheek.”

    The crowd roared with approval as the hero popped in a fiver into the jar. He leaned into the masked man slowly, with his eyes trained on the man’s bearded chin and thin lips. The audience held their breaths in anticipation.

    “Augh!” yelped out the hero in surprise. While he was distracted by the man’s lips, one of the gym hunks grabbed the back of his head and forced the hero’s lips to land right on the masked man’s. How ballsy of that gym rat!

    Renegade struggled forcefully as the warm lips touched his own. An electrifying tingle of sheer pleasure exploded in his unexpecting mouth. It felt as though millions of extra nerves had suddenly grown on his lips, and each one of them was firing off sensations of pleasure he had never felt before.

    He could feel a wet tongue slipping into his mouth and caressing his own. He could taste the saliva of the masked man. His eyes fluttered slightly as his lips wanted to press as hard as possible into the wonderful mouth in front of him. He almost never wanted the kiss to end, not when it felt this amazing!

    When the masked man finally broke the kiss, the panting hero crouched forward onto the booth counter with his elbows supporting his muscular frame. His body shuddered slightly as he tried to recover from the intense exchange of pheromones.

    “Looks like our hero likes it, boys,” laughed the gym hunk with his friends. “And liked it… a lot!”

    However, still seeing that the hero was weak in his knees, the gym hunk’s face changed to a look of concern. “Uhh… Renegade? Are you okay?”

    “I-I’m fine,” panted Renegade. Something was wrong… What was going on?

    His mind could hardly focus. A strange feeling filled his heart. Desire?

    The masked man looked at the exhausted hero stud in front of him. “Hey guys, maybe Renegade’s tired from the performance just now. If you don’t mind, could you help him get into the back of the booth for a quick rest?”

    “No… I’m fine.”

    “I don’t think so,” said the gym hunk as he supported Renegade’s limp body and helped him into the booth.

    The masked man turned towards the hunks and the rest of the crowd as he handed Renegade a packet of water.

    “Nothing to see here. Renegade is all in good hands. Be on your way and have a fantastic Christmas Eve.” Glancing back at the exhausted hero, he muttered under his breath and smiled slyly, “Well… I know I will be having a good one.”

    Chapter 3

    Renegade rested on the chair, dazed out slightly. His breath was getting steadier from the mind-numbing experience.

    “What… What happened? Why did that… that kiss feel so good?” The hero wondered as he struggled to put his thoughts together.

    He looked around. It was a small place, with streaks of light shining through the slits of the wooden booth. The owner had rolled down the canvas curtain to shred off the sunlight. It was comfortably dim.

    Renegade watched the masked man grab another packet of water from the shelf. There was a strange smell lingering in the booth, pleasant but musky.

    As the stranger handed him another packet of water, he leaned in close to the hero and placed his hand gently on the hero’s forehead. “You feel a little feverish.”

    Renegade shifted uncomfortably. He could smell the bearded man’s musky scent. His flustered cheeks felt like they were burning. He quickly gulped down the packet of drugged water.

    The man leaned in even closer. His luscious lips were inches away from his face. They seemed to have captured the hero’s complete attention, as if by magic.

    Renegade tried to shake off that thought. He was straight, had a girlfriend, and was deeply committed. As he struggled to hold that thought, his eyes felt heavier by the second. Something was wrong here. He needed to get out.

    Grabbing the arms of the chair, he stumbled onto his feet. His head felt funny, and his vision blurred. “Ugh… I need to leave.”

    As the remaining of his strength sapped away from his muscular legs, the hero collapsed onto the stranger, with his head resting on the man’s shoulder.

    The last words he heard before the darkness took over. “There, there… I got you now. Renegade.”

    Chapter 4

    With the unconscious hero resting on his shoulders, Oscar gleamed with pride. He finally did it! His first-ever hero and an extremely hot one to boot.

    The salaryman placed the limp muscular body back onto the chair. Gently slapping the hero’s handsome face, he was sure that Renegade would be out cold for at least the next 30 minutes. He didn’t use a strong sedative after all.

    Oscar checked himself out in the mirror and adjusted his leafy mask and polo tee. Today, he was not the goody-two-shoes, mild-mannered salaryman he was all year. On Christmas, he will be the naughty, confident, and sexy villain – Mistletoe. With that thought, he giggled geekily before resuming into his villain persona.

    He fetched a black glass bottle of cologne from his bag. It was decorated elegantly with golden-crafted monkeys. A fine engraving read – Primal Cologne.

    Mistletoe carefully sprayed the cologne onto his forearms, neck, and under his armpits. A gentle sense of warmth enveloped his body. His eyes turn slightly bloodshot from the application. “Yes… the source of my powers,” he uttered as a strange sensation coursed through his body.

    In his hands, he had prepared thick red ropes. Expertly, he put together a tight handcuff knot around the hero’s wrists and looped the thick ropes through a wall hook above the chair. Renegade’s heavy muscular arms were pulled upwards, spreading his armpits wide open.

    He looked at the unconscious hero’s masked face. The apprentice hero had a sharp nose, high cheekbones, and beautiful lips. Everything about his face was stunning. Mistletoe placed his hands on the black mask. The desire to remove it was strong. He wanted to see his hero’s handsome face, but then his hero would no longer be Renegade, just a random muscular stud once the mask is off. Hesitantly, his fingers left the mask on the hero’s face.

    Renegade’s black suit had a short-sleeved top. The villain could see a tiny bit of hair poking under his skin-tight sleeves. Curious, Mistletoe leaned into the spandex-covered pits and stretched the elastic material open slightly. A robust musky scent filled his nose. “Ahh… that’s the stuff. It was just right that he had that sweaty workout earlier on stage.”

    Mistletoe gleamed in delight as he brought out a metal leg spreader. It had two leather shackles far apart from each other. There was also a stand to hold the spreader up. Quickly, Mistletoe bolted the contraption to the ground, just in front of the hero’s resting body. Then, he lifted the hero’s massive thighs over and secured the ankles into the shackles.

    Noticing the stun lasers on the side of his unconscious captive’s hips, Mistletoe remarked, “Oh goodness, can’t let the mighty hero have his toys.” He carefully unhinged the hero’s signature weapons and admired the Rustmore craftsmanship before putting it aside.

    Taking a couple of steps back, he admired his work. He had been lusting over this young hero for ages, spending every night on the internet stalking and admiring every photo of the muscular hero. Now, he had the heroic stud right in front of him.

    Renegade laid bounded in the chair. His muscular arms were tied together and raised high above his head, leaving his sexy pits vulnerable. His legs were spread wide open in the contraption in front of him, bounded by thick leather shackles. His groin was left undefended, free for the villain to explore.

    “What a perfect Christmas present for myself,” chuckled Mistletoe excitedly

    Chapter 5

    “Ugh… Where am I?”

    A thin streak of light shone on his handsome face. Renegade tried to shake off the cobwebs in his head. He tugged his arms, only to find them bound above his head. His legs were spread open in front of his body.

    “What the…?”

    In front of him was the booth owner, still dressed in his leafy mask and green polo.

    “You! What is this? Release me!” Renegade yelled out loud. “Do you know who I am?”

    The man looked visibly shocked at the outburst.

    Quickly, he grabbed a ball of cloth and stuffed it into the struggling hero’s mouth. Renegade’s eyes shot wide open. The stink was overpowering. There was a strong scent of sweat in that ball of cloth. Making sure that Renegade was properly gagged up, the man sealed the hero’s mouth and nose with duct tape.

    “Goodness. I can’t believe that I forgot about keeping you gagged up. We are still in the market. Don’t want any interruptions, do we?”

    Renegade let out a muffled scream. The pungent smell was intoxicating and made him choke on its musky scent.

    Despite the overpowering smell, the trained hero quickly assessed his situation. They were still in the booth. His captor seemed to be in his late twenties. He was smaller at around 5ft7, compared to the towering 6ft2 hero.

    His binds were amateurish knots that he could easily get out with time. But his stun lasers were taken off and out of his reach. Renegade gritted his teeth. How could he be so careless? 

    “Hello Renegade, you can call me Mistletoe,” introduced the villain. “And I hope you are enjoying the little treat I prepare for you. I wore that underwear for the last two weeks, unwashed. It is fermented with my scent now.”

    Fuck! No way! He was being forced to smell this sick man’s soiled underwear! Renegade’s eyes teared up from the stench as he groaned and growled in his binds. He twisted his head about, struggling to shake off the indignity he was facing.

    Mistletoe carefully cut open the hero’s sleeves with a sharp pair of scissors, exposing only the hero’s hairy pits. The sight was so alluring. “Oh, I simply can’t resist anymore,” moaned the villain lustfully.

    His face dived right into the unsuspecting hero’s musky pits. Oh, how much he wanted to lick the sweat of this hero, to see what his armpits taste like. His tongue caressed the muscular contours of the pits. The manly musk filled his nose as his lips tugged the black hairs.

    The ticklish sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure across the hero’s body. Renegade pulled against the rope and let out a series of muffled moans. No one had ever licked him in his sensitive pits before, not even his girlfriend. He could feel the warm tongue slurping up his manly sweat and bristles of the villain’s beard brushing against his vulnerable cavities. “God! Why the fuck! This fucking pervert?! Shit! Why does it feel… feel so good?”

    The smell on his face was beginning to turn oddly arousing. It was hard to focus. The taste of the moist underwear filled his mouth. In the heat of the moment, Renegade swallowed hard and instantly regretted it. He could taste the scent of his captor flowing down his throat. He wanted to puke, but at the same time, he could feel his cock getting hard.

    “So… so… so delicious.” Mistletoe looked up at his hero gleefully. His mouth and chin were wet with his saliva.

    Renegade tried glaring back at the villain, but a growing feeling of helplessness filled him. The soiled underwear and pit-licking were so utterly humiliating to the proud hero, but somehow, it caused a strange sensation within him to stir.

    “No, no, no! It’s not possible,” screamed Renegade in his thoughts as he shook his head in denial. He was growing hard, and the villain knew it. The contours of his tenting cock could be seen from under his suit. Something was really wrong. He’s straight and he should not be so turned on!

    Chapter 6

    “I always wondered why your suit is the most revealing among all the heroes,” said Mistletoe as he wiped his chin. “A hero suit that exposed your muscular chest, nipples, and abs?”

    His fingers walked up the hero’s washboard abs. “You must be a kinky man,” teased the villain. “No one would ever dress like that.”

    Without warning, the villain crossed over the hero’s body. In his green tights, his butt cheeks rested on top of the hero’s growing crotch, and his legs wrapped around the muscular well-trained abs. Like a cat, he leaned into the hero’s thick muscular neck and licked the sweat off.

    Renegade pulled hard against his binds but to no avail. This perverted villain began consuming his salty sweat vigorously. The hero let out soft muffled moans as the thick beard tickled his neck.

    “So sweet. So salty,” whispered Mistletoe as he enjoyed his manly meal from the extremely aroused hero. “The musk, the pheromones. Need to consume everything.”

    His hands rubbed against his captive hero’s rippled abs, and his butt stroked the hardening cock below him. “So sexy…” moaned the villain as he felt the rod below him pressed against his ass.

    Renegade could hardly focus anymore. The smell of the underwear in his face was driving him crazy. It smelled so good. It tasted so good. Unconsciously, he bit down on the soiled underwear and savored the musky taste.

    “Yes… take it all in,” laughed Mistletoe. His powers are working. “My hero. You are falling deeper and deeper into my powers.”

    Renegade struggled to listen as Mistletoe explained, “After consuming the sweat from your used towel, my body had re-engineered brainwashing pheromones specifically to overwrite yours.”

    Mistletoe caressed the entranced hero’s face with his hand. “Each time you taste and smell me, you will be beginning to desire me more.”

    Renegade’s eyes glassed slightly. Despite being aware of the brainwashing element in the super villain’s scent, it was too late. They had already released desires that he didn’t even know existed. It was getting harder to think and fight with each breath.

    “Mmpff!!” Renegade moaned shamelessly in his gag. He was feeling so hot and hard below. He knew his groin was bulging through his spandex tights, but he didn’t care anymore. He wanted this person sitting on him. He didn’t care if another man was turning him on, making him so aroused, or that he was sinking deeper into the brainwashing.

    “My scent should be intoxicating to you right now. You will be drunk with lust for me. Soon you will be lost to them. You will do anything I say.”

    Renegade glared back with teary eyes. He knew this was not a battle he could fight for long.

    Mistletoe grinned savagely. In one quick movement, he ripped off the gag from the hero’s mouth and dove in to kiss the hero. His tongue wrapped around the Renegade’s, savoring the taste of the hero’s saliva and his own musk. The pheromones in his saliva sent the muscular stud’s senses into a wild frenzy.

    Renegade’s eyes rolled up in shock. He never even imagined that a kiss could feel this good, even better than the first one. He felt Mistletoe moan into his mouth, feeling the man’s breath mixing in his. As their tongues continued to intertwine, tremors of pleasure washed through his whole body, eroding his will and resistance. His dick was raging with lust and swelled to its full length underneath his suit.

    As Mistletoe broke off the mind-blowing kiss, Renegade was shaking and sweating, shocked and confused. “I-I can’t,” his voice droned out. He was panting with effort to keep from begging the villain for more.

    Seeing the handsome stud dazed out from his stupor, Mistletoe wiped off the drool of the corner of the hero’s mouth. “Your sense of taste, sense of smell. Carrying my lusty pheromones to your brain. What are they telling you?”

    “No…”

    He leaned down and kissed the hero’s exposed nipple. The muscular form trembled beneath with a loud gasp. He cannot admit it! He’s Renegade! Prodigy sidekick of Jaguar. 

    “Telling you that you want more?”

    “Please… N-no”

    He licked the hero’s sweat off his sweet and sensitive nubs, moistening them with his saliva. The ensnarled hero twitched and wriggled weakly in his binds, moaning softly. God! Why? This feels too good! Even better than with Diana?! Is this wrong?

    “Telling you that you want all of this?”

    “Oooh… fuck!”

    Mistletoe’s hand reached back to stroke the hero’s thick erected member. It was long, hard, and painfully erected in the tight suit. “So big…” he whispered a warm breath over Renegade’s exposed nipple. The hero stuttered with pleasure.

    “Telling you that all you want this Christmas is Mistletoe?”

    Renegade looked at the man in front of him with conflicted emotions. Who was this man? Why? Why do I… want him?

    The villain cupped his hands over the hero’s member and could feel that large organ pulsing and trembling with desire. The lust and heat from his hero were exhilarating. Mistletoe’s chest heaved heavily with the intensity reflective of his captive’s. He could feel the hips below him thrusting into his stroking palm, desperate for release.

    Then Mistletoe wrapped his lips around Renegade’s nipple and began to suck and roll his tongue all around the erotic spot.

    “Urgh!”

    That made the hero aroused beyond his understanding. His entire body tensed up, his powerful muscular torso twisted and turned, displaying the pure and raw masculinity of the superhero. His legs tightened with the impending release. Oh god! How much he wanted this man. Needed this man.

    Mistletoe could feel the hot dick throbbing like crazy in his hand. He watched lustfully as his captive’s face turned red, and his body trembled. Veins on his neck popped out as the young hero experienced one of the most intense orgasms in his life.

    “ARGH!! Ohh! Muf! Oh, God!” Renegade let out a stifled moan of pleasure. His entire body tensed up and held rigid for a long pleasurable ten seconds before sagging back into his chair, with his arms strained and spread out.

    Mistletoe smiled as his hand felt the sticky wet release seeped out from his suit.

    “Tell me, my hero. What are the voices in your head telling you?”

    “AlI I want,” Exhausted from his ejaculation, his glazed eyes looked up at the man who was resting on top of his muscular body. No… Renegade… no! You can’t!

    Renegade panted back softly, drowned in his lust. “All I… w-want… want is…”

    He bit down on his lips as he threw his head back behind his tied-up arms. The humiliation had destroyed whatever self-confidence the straight hero had of himself previously. A shaky whisper could be heard, “… you.”

    “Good hero,” chuckled Mistletoe.

    Chapter 7

    Mistletoe got off the hero’s panting body. The young man lying on the chair was so tall and sexy. His long arms stretched up above his head, showing off his hairy pits through the slits of his suit. His muscular legs were spread open. Renegade was drained from his first mind-blowing orgasm despite his developed endurance. His muscular chest heaved heavily in post-orgasmic bliss, breathing in the brainwashing pheromones in the musky air.

    “This feels exactly like Christmas morning,” laughed Mistletoe.

    He slowly pulled the dark blue trunks along the black leggings, revealing a fly below. The hero was still dazed out from his bliss and struggled slightly. His heroic ego briefly returned after the intense experience. “No… W-what are you doing?”

    “Time to open the present!” smiled Mistletoe as he slowly pulled down the zipper.

    “No… please… Mistletoe…” the hero protested weakly, despite knowing that his body already belonged to the man in front of him.

    “My… my… my…” said the astonished villain as he saw what the hero was hiding. “Someone’s really kinky.”

    Renegade blushed red with shame. Underneath his suit, he was wearing a sexy blue-black G-string. A large letter “R” was printed on the front pouch symbolizing his hero’s name. It was the surprise for his girlfriend this evening. The piece of skimpy undergarment now stank of the hero’s thick and musky cum. “T-that’s… That’s not for… you!”

    “Oh! Thank you, my love!” Mistletoe’s eyes glistered as he admired the skimpy underwear and the thick sexy glutes it failed to conceal. “This is so hot! I love it!”

    Renegade wanted to dig a hole and hide his face from sheer embarrassment. He groaned in shame again, “No…”

    “Wow, it even comes off easily with a hook,” said the villain, as he pulled the G-string off the hero’s waist.

    “No! Fuck!” Renegade turned back quickly and pulled his bounds again. His cum-covered dick bounced out free into the cold air. His large balls hung low at the edge of the chair. With his privates exposed, his heroic ego struggled against the induced lust. “You… You won’t get away with this.”

    Mistletoe ignored the hero’s threats as he put the soiled garment near his nose. “Oh… you smell so good.” With a flicker of his tongue, he tasted the hero’s salty semen. “So delicious.” With that, his eyes fell back down the hero’s thick veiny cock.

    The hero watched as the villain peeled off his green polo tee. He knew he should be staring in horror, but instead, a sense of eager anticipation grew within him. His proud, heroic ego quickly dissipated. He wanted to see how this beautiful man looked like.

    The villain had a well-muscled body with a clearly defined torso. A thick mat of black fur covered his chest and abs, beautifully distributed across the villain’s body. An alluring treasure trail traced down his belly button.

    Renegade swallowed hard. Although not as muscled as a bodybuilder or a superhero, Mistletoe was a very attractive and hot man.

    As the villain removed his green tights, his penis stood proudly erected in the pheromone-filled booth. “Let’s have some fun, my hero.”

    Renegade felt his cock begin to spring alive, growing into its full length of over 9 inches. It was not only the sight of the naked sexy villain but the erotic musk in the room. Whatever musk that was previously kept under Mistletoe’s tight-fitting shirt and tights was permeating the air, filling it thick with lust and desire. With each breath, Renegade could feel his body heat rising.

    His mind began to lose focus again. He could yell for help, but why wasn’t he? He couldn’t help it. It smelled too good. The man looked too good. Everything was too good to stop!

    As the naked villain leaned in again, Renegade pushed his body against the back of the chair, away from the villain’s brainwashing scent, “P-Please…” The lustful musk was overwhelming the hero’s mind. “God… No…”

    Mistletoe smiled as he hopped back onto the hero’s washboard torso. His toned bare glutes rested on the hero’s navel. His dick slapped against the hero’s rippled abs, leaking a thin strand of pre-cum. Renegade’s eyelids quivered as the smell of his captor got even closer to him.

    Not giving his hero any chance to acclimatize, Mistletoe leaned in close to the captive stud and lifted his toned arms into the air. Two thick bushes of black hair were revealed, just inches from the hero’s face.

    An explosion of sweet manly musk invaded the struggling hero’s nose. Renegade’s mind instantly went blank from the pheromone overdose. His eyes rolled up as he let out a contented moan with a dopey smile, “Aah…”

    “You know you want it.” tempted Mistletoe.

    The villain felt the first contact on his pit. Warm and wet.

    Oh yes… Oh yes! he finally got the man he lusted for, right where he wanted.

    The worship intensified as the hero fell deeper into a mindless trance. Nothing else mattered. He felt that he should be disgusted licking and tasting the thick black hair, but he could only feel satisfaction and comfort.

    The intoxicating taste of the sweat excited the hero so much that his own cock stood painfully erect again, dying for the villain’s touch. All Renegade wanted was to savor the musky sweat of his captor… His captor? How could this man be his captor if his mind and body desire him so much? His scent, his taste, his body.

    Mistletoe let out an intense moan at the handsome masked face was practically buried into his hairy pits, slurping up his intoxicating pheromones. He felt the hero’s thick and long dick slapping against the crack of his naked butt again and again with each throbbing.

    This was so hot! So hot to have one of the sexist heroes in the city lusting for him so badly.

    While Renegade was devouring his pit, he took the hero’s soiled G-string and started stroking his own cock with it. The wet and smooth material felt like heaven on his dick. His pre-cum seeped into the moist underwear, mixing their musk.

    Heaving with pleasure, Mistletoe looked down on the dazed stud worshipping his body. His other hand reached down behind the hero’s head and firmly guided the moaning mouth across his furry chest.

    Renegade felt the comfort of the warm manly fur as it brushed against his face roughly yet erotically. His tongue was licking greedily, leaving a trail of saliva along the hairy chest.

    His lips soon found the soft spot on the villain’s chest. The sweet nipples. Oh, how he dug in and suckled the tits of man he desired so much. He heard a deep moan in response. The taste, the sweat, the approval! His dick throbbed with contentment.

    The hand slowly guided his face across the villain’s sexy chest and into an untouched musky pit, much to the hero’s whimpering delight.

    “Ohh…,” moaned Mistletoe with his eyes closed. The incredible sensation of a hero’s tongue licking his nipples and pits felt too amazing for the villain.

    On the other hand, the overload of musk was driving the hero insane. The villain’s sweaty pits and nipples tasted sweeter than honey. Renegade jolted as he felt a hand caressing his smooth, muscular pecs. The fingers fondled around to find his soft sensitive nipples.

    “Mmmpf,” he let out sensually as his dark luscious nubs were plucked and twisted. It felt like a thousand fireworks exploded in his chest. He moaned loudly in the villain’s bushy pit. “O-oh, mmphf, g-god! M-more!”

    Mistletoe slowly lifted his arms away from the hero. “No… noo…,” whimpered Renegade as he leaned as far forward as he could toward the pits. A look of disappointment washed across the hero’s face.

    “Oh, my love. You look so cute,” Mistletoe smiled. “Here, you can suckle on this.”

    The villain shoved the cum-stained G-string into the hero’s mouth. A sharp pungent wave of cum flooded his mouth and nose. He was seeing white as he was dosed with a potent amount of brainwashing pheromones mixed with his own cum. Gagged up, the zonked-out hero let out a muffled slur, “Mmmmm…”

    Mistletoe knew Renegade was too drunken in his aphrodisiac musk now. He could feel the hero’s large twitching cock slapping against his lower back rhythmically as the hero raced towards his next release. “Oh yes, my hero. You know you can’t resist the taste.”

    With that, the villain pinched and twisted the hero’s dark nipples violently, sending an intense pain and pleasure rocketing into the hero’s pleasure centers. The sudden attack on his body caused Renegade’s eyes shot wide open and his teeth to clutch down on the gag. A burst of the musk filled his entire nasal cavity, causing the hero to see an array of rainbow colors.

    “MMMMMPFF!” screamed the gagged hero as his powerful hips flexed intensely and into the air, lifting the villain atop his muscular frame. His cock throbbed hard as it burst a second load upwards onto the villain’s naked back. Mistletoe grinned with ecstasy as he felt the hero’s warm semen spray onto his hairy back.

    Exhausted, the hero slumped back down onto his chair, eyes completely glassed from the intense experience and panting profusely.

    Mistletoe admired the beautiful man resting between his hairy thighs as he removed the soaking wet G-string from the hero’s mouth. This was erotic beyond his wildest expectations, and it’s going to be more erotic.

    Chapter 8

    Renegade closed his eyes as he rested exhausted in his binds. His jaws were sore from the licking and clutching on the gag. In his mind, all he could see was Mistletoe’s charming, bearded face. He could feel the villain rubbing their sweaty bodies together, his own smooth muscular body against the villain’s furry and toned body. He could feel the comfort and warmth of the man.

    The manly smell. The musky scent. So overwhelming.

    Renegade felt something slapped against his chin. He opened his eyes and felt the warm hair-covered skin just right in his face. His eyes shot widened open with renewed lust.

    His warm breath caressed the wrinkled skin in front of his mouth. The villain’s hairy balls slapped against his chin again as he inched closer to the hero’s face. The smell was overpowering.

    “Yes!” Renegade dove in instantly with the realization. He needed this so badly. His tongue caressed the hairy ring around the villain’s wrinkled pucker. The lustful musk reflooded all his senses.

    He heard his villain let out a series of moans. He felt a surge of excitement from the approval. His eager tongue licked and rolled and probed the hole. The taste of his villain’s ass was sweeter than wine.

    “Yes, my love, eat my ass.” Mistletoe moaned uncontrollably. “Oh, suck my balls.”

    Heeding his villain’s demands, Renegade hungrily took the villain’s balls into his mouth carefully, running his tongue around each hairy globe, savoring the sweaty taste of his master’s sack. His sharp nose pressed against the moist entrance, flooding his senses with the masculine scent.

    His master’s hairy body rested against his sweaty smooth muscular body. He could feel the man’s warmth, sweat, and pheromones permeating his skin. The hero moaned intensely as he felt his own cock being engulfed. “Mmmhh! God… Ohh…”

    In the 69-position, the villain’s mouth sensually wrapped around the superhero’s cock, swallowing every inch of it, while the young stud worshipped his musky hole.

    Renegade wanted to watch his new master sucking him off, but his blurry vision could only see the hairy and delicious ass in front of him. He could only imagine his master rising up and down on his thick shaft as he gave in to his lust and his newfound homosexual desires. With that, his tongue stroked against the musky hole again, making his cock twitch uncontrollably in his master’s mouth.

    Mistletoe moaned as the nerves around his hole sent intense pleasure across his body. Without warning, the hero’s cock erupted in his mouth. His eyes gleamed tears of joy as he drew out loads after loads of his delicious man-cream, savoring the sweaty taste of his hero’s precious seeds.

    Drunk on his hero’s taste, he continued to slurp and swallow the thick member. Within seconds, he felt another orgasm hit. Was this the fourth or the fifth? Mistletoe did not care as he gobbled down the delicious cream. His hero was moaning in desperate heat. The villain could feel the warm body heaving heavily below him. He heard the sweet words leaving the once-straight egoistic hero’s mouth, “Yes… P-please… I’m all yours.”

    Chapter 9

    As he wiped off the stray cum from the corner of his lips, Mistletoe’s leaking dick throbbed between his hero’s deep cleavage. Despite the incredible hot experience till now, Mistletoe had been keeping his load for the finale with his hero.

    With his balls now pumped to the brim, he raised off from Renegade’s sweat body and stood up in the cold musky air. He glanced through the slits of the booth. The sun had set. They were at it for hours.

    Mistletoe turned to his hero and stood behind the leg spreader. His hands rested on the man’s hips. His hero’s eyes were totally glassed and zoned out. He probably had almost no recollection of his former being now and began to accept his new life as Mistletoe’s toy.

    A wave of sadness gripped Mistletoe’s heart as he knew the night would be short and he will have to return to his desk-slaving life again. Nevertheless, he will enjoy tonight to the best.

    He guided his slicked cock to Renegade’s hole, feeling the warm pucker quiver at the first contact of his leaking head. He leaned in over the hero, pressing his sweaty hairy chest on the hero’s body, and licked the salty sweat off his neck before pushing it in. A soft moan slipped out of his hero’s lips.

    As he slowly pushed, Renegade tensed up, pulled at his binds, and grunted weakly. His arms were numbed and sore from the prolonged hanging.

    “There, there, my boy,” cooed Mistletoe. “Just relax.”

    Renegade’s body slowly slackened, so did his hole, allowing Mistletoe to push in the whole of his eight inches. The villain let out a long and satisfying moan when he was fully lodged in the zonked-out hero. He could feel the ring of muscle wrapped tightly around his shack, seeming to draw him deeper. “Oh… yes… Renegade. How I longed for this.”

    “P-please fuck me,” begged the intoxicated hero as the last vestiges of his resistance fleeted and forgotten. It was the most intense and most incredible experience he had ever felt. His eyes were completely focused on Mistletoe’s manly body and treasure trail. “Please…”

    The villain began to pump back and forth slowly before hastening his pace. Renegade’s eyes rolled up from the unimaginable bliss. His tongue hung out from his mouth as his head rocked back and forth mindlessly from the fucking.

    Mistletoe grunted with contentment, “Yes, my hero, my love! Yes, that’s it. Take my dick. Take it all in… Feel me! You know you want it.”

    There was no other thought left in the hero’s pheromone-filled mind. “Yes… Y-yes… I want it… More!”

    Hearing his hero’s pleading, the villain intensified his thrusts. His slams began to get harder, savaging the hero’s virgin hole. Pure bliss filled his hero’s eyes as his sensitive prostate was bombarding his mind with electrifying pleasure.

    “Cum for me.”

    Renegade saw rainbows as he felt every last nerve in his body explode with pleasure. He felt his cum shooting upwards, splattered over his sweat muscular pec, and dripping down his washboard abs. His limbs felt so weak from the pleasure.

    “You will always remember this, my love. Fuck! You are mine!” Mistletoe let out a loud moan at the top of his lungs. He let loose his pent-up load of hot, creamy, white seeds into his willing hero’s ass, flooding his canals with his brainwashing love seeds. It was a dose that would make the hero truly dependent on him, forever craving him.

    As he continued to unload into the hero, he moaned like he had never moaned before. He didn’t care if the passers-by could hear him. He secretly wished they did and peeked in to see how he dominated one of the city’s favorite heroes.

    “Yes… filled me. Filled me up!” lusted Renegade. His eyes begged for more; gone were remnants of a proud hero.

    Panting heavily but deeply satisfied, Mistletoe looked at his entranced hero. “That’s a good hero boy,” he said, caressing Renegade’s weary face. The hero began to pass out in pleasure as the villain slowly stroked his face with his thumb, mumbling, “good hero boy” over and over.

    Seeing that his hero had passed out, Oscar sighed heavily. His night of fantasy would be over soon. His pheromone powers would not last forever. He held the bottle of cologne in his hand and felt the cold metal and glass casing.

    Primal Cologne. It gave him the powers to induce his victims into a drugged-like state, temporarily brainwashing them with special pheromones.

    But there was a flip side. He could not keep reapplying the highly toxic cologne. It will be fatal. Renegade will return to his former self by tomorrow, but the memories will linger. He could just hope that, by some wild chance, his hero will seek him out again.

    “Well…” muttered Mistletoe as his villainy persona took over again. He reached out for the hero’s signature stun lasers. He had to end the special night spectacularly. “Time for the Christmas finale.”

    Chapter 10

    Black boots hit the ground as Jaguar got off his black hero cycle – Prowler. A look of worry hung on his cowled face. His communicator went off signaling a code five on Renegade, which meant the highest emergency and required immediate attention.

    The location was the local Christmas Market. He recalled that his apprentice had a charity performance that afternoon. What could possibly go wrong at such a crowded place?

    As he approached the heart of the market, he saw a large crowd around the towering Christmas Tree, the famous Tree of Joy. Amidst the public, the perceptive hero quickly noticed Diana, Renegade’s girlfriend, crouching in tears. Her shoulders slackened, and her handbag rested on the ground. The crowd was looking upwards. Quickly, his gaze followed.

    “God…” was all the veteran hero could say when he saw the sight.

    His prodigy sidekick, Renegade, was at the tip of the Tree of Joy. His hands bounded into a Y-frame while his legs hung open below. His half-lidded eyes were glazed with lust.

    Over his masked face, a G-string with the letter “R” wrapped around his nose and mouth. Drool could be seen dripping down from beneath the garment. Just below his muscular neck was a yellow collar with a stalk of Mistletoe.

    The obscenest part was seeing the hero’s ass impaled on top of the tree. The handles of both of his signature stun lasers stuck out from his raw gaping hole. His thick cock was leaking strings of pre-cum for all to see.

    Panting heavily with lust, Renegade was definitely not his usual self.

    “SHIT! Who could have done this?!” Jaguar stared frozen in horror. In his years of experience, this was the most gruesome sight he had ever seen. In his state of shock, the Kant Guardian failed to notice a suspicious figure in green slipping away in the crowd.

    *DONG*

    The sound of a distant church bell brought Jaguar back. The clock had struck twelve.

    At the same time, the stun lasers lighted up in a display of blue electricity, shocking the young hero’s prostate. The hero let up a loud bellow of pain and pleasure as his cock squirted thick jets of white cum, shots after another, snowing down from the towering tree.

    Completely drunk in his lust, the fallen hero yelled at the top of his voice, “Oh God! Fuck, yes! M-merry Christmas, everyone!”

    * * * *

    Epilogue

    “ARGH!”

    *Clank* 

    Dimmed lit by the fireplace, the room was heavily decorated in an elaborated Victorian fashion. The brass goblet rolled across the expensive marble floor in the pool of splashed wine. A robot butler slowly cruised over, picked up the goblet, wiped the ground.

    On the top of the table, the headlines of an international newspaper could be read, “Naked, Raped and Displayed. Apprentice Hero Renegade found defiled at Kant City’s Christmas Market. Culprit yet to be identified.” Alongside was a prominent photo of Renegade impaled upon the Christmas Tree, appropriately censored.

    The gigantic man’s eyes blazed with anger. His loud voice shook the room. “Get my son back here now from that disgusting city! This instant!”

    He was a large older man, appearing in his 50s. The man had a head of white hair and a full beard. Dressed in his decorated shirt and coat, he wore a golden leather belt below his ample belly. The most bizarre feature was his pair of dark yellow eyes. When he became emotional, his black pupils unconsciously changed their shape from circular to horizontal, making his eyes look almost like a goat’s. Most people find that gaze creepy and outright unsettling.

    The highly influential man roared again and slammed his fist on the table, rattling the rest of the cutlery.

    “Contact Lt. Maverick, Jaguar, and the fucking government of Kant. I demand to know exactly what the fuck is going on. How dare they let the Prince of Rustmore get defiled like that!”

    In the shadow, a slender figure appeared silently. Dressed in a dark purple high-collar coat, his piercing lilac eyes glowed in the dim room.

    “Yes, King Mikhail.”

    The fat-bellied King looked at the striking and well-muscled teen. Despite fuming with anger, his hand caressed the young assassin’s face. His goat-like eyes gleamed with lust.

    “Good, Ambrose. My dear boy… The disgrace to the Royal Family of Rustmore is far too great this time. Someone has to pay!”

    “Yes, King Mikhail.”

    End of Mistletoe and the Christmas Star

    A note from Nox (writer)

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  • Santa Claus is a red-hot Top

    Santa’s Boxing Day Extravaganza

    According to the song ‘Twas the night before Christmas, Santa Claus’s reindeer were called Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Dunder and Blixem. But if you have read Santa Claus Is A Red-Hot Top, you know that he had seven young dudes in various colored jockstraps pulling his sleigh. They are called Red Dashing Cowboy, Orange Ballet Dancer, Yellow Sweet Prick, Green Tom of Finland, Blue Slutty Star, Purple Cupid Pig and Rainbow Thunder. They helped him fill stockings with sex toys, condoms and lube. They are now back to the North Pole, where the Canadian postal code is H0H 0H0, or Ho, Ho, Ho as Santa likes to say. Today, December 26th, is what some countries call Boxing Day. 

    There are competing theories for the origins of the term “Boxing Day”, none of which are definitive. It is sometimes believed to be in reference to the alms box in Christian churches to collect donations for the poor, distributed on the feast of St. Stephen, which falls on December 26th. The Oxford English Dictionary gives the first attestations from Britain in the 1830s, defining it as “the first weekday after Christmas day, observed as a holiday on which postmen, errand boys, and servants of various kinds expect to receive a Christmas box”. A contemporary meaning refers to the day after Christmas, where you pile up the gifts received in boxes, return some to the store, and exchange them for a different gift. In the United Kingdom, Canada, Australia and United States, Boxing Day is primarily known as a shopping holiday. Sales are common and shops often allow dramatic price reductions (but not as much as Black Friday in the US, the day after Thanksgiving Day). For many merchants, Boxing Day has become the day of the year with the greatest revenue. 

    For Santa Claus, Boxing Day is a time of joyful lust because he gets to kiss, suck, rim and fuck his seven “reindeer-dudes” all day long. They have worked non-stop for 24 hours, across the globe, and their jockstraps are full of sweat and a bit of pee leaks. That provides an intoxicating aroma that gets Santa pretty horny. He first buries his nose in Red Dashing Cowboy’s pouch, sniffs the strong virile fragrance, licks the damp fabric, and gets drunk with the wild aroma that emanates from the now bursting jockstrap. Orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and rainbow bulges immediately line up for Santa’s olfactory inspection. Green Tom of Finland even offers his boots and armpits to be also licked, and that gets Santa stiff hard. 

    Orange Ballet Dancer has a cute round butt that begs to be stuffed like a Christmas turkey. Santa is obviously ready to enter this back door without knocking, but he first wants to taste the hungry hole. He snaps the elastic bands on the chocolate-colored skin, and starts to tongue-twists his way in, triggering moans of pleasure, and lubricating the divine rosebud. As Santa shoves his dick inside Orange Ballet Dancer’s ass, Yellow Sweet Prick positions himself to get sucked by the jolly “Père Noël”. Santa fucks an ass and is face-fucked at the same time. Either way, the result is ropes of man juice.   

    Blue Slutty Star and Purple Cupid Pig know exactly what Santa is now dreaming about. His prominent ass is covered with down and sweats lust. The two dudes are ready to attack, and give Santa the wildest gift he can wish for. They kiss, lick, bite and spank his ass, taking turn in slapping their rod in the hairy crack. Santa Claus moans and groans before issuing his orders: “Your cock in my ass, hard and deep, without lubrication, naturally wild.” Blue Slutty Star has a thick uncut bazooka while Purple Cupid Pig’s trouser snake is slim, long and cut. Both engines plough their way at the same time, filling Santa’s hungry hole like a stallion that bogs a mare. “Holy Fuck! You are so powerful, don’t stop, keep pounding me till you explode loads of creamy nectar.” 

    Rainbow Thunder his watching closely at the comings and goings of two hard-working dicks, encouraging Blue Slutty Star and Purple Cupid Pig to smash Santa’s butt like gay demons. When his two friends scream with pleasure, announcing an upcoming eruption, he approaches to absorb the overflow that now drips from the satiated ass. Rainbow Thunder fills his mouth and moves quickly to French-kiss Santa Claus. Snowballing is the icing on the cake!

  • Mike The Spike

    His name was Mike and I had known him since he had started delivering my paper at the age of 17. Since I was only twenty at the time and I was comfortable with teasing him about his heartbreaking good looks, he quickly realized that I was gay and dedicated to corrupting him. He was 5’9” 140 lbs. with dark eyes and dark shoulder length hair on a tanned and leanly muscled frame. I was looking forward to his coming of age.    Over the next three years, we brought the art of flirting to a new height. Of course by this time I had pretty much resigned myself to the fact that he would never be interested in me sexually and that our flirting had become merely routine.

    Many times, he had started conversations with me relating to his perfectly natural curiosity about same sex and the confusion that it was causing him. Although I wanted to be the one to initiate him into the deliriously wonderful world of gay sex, I decided that the best thing for him to do was to seduce one of his school buddies.

    After coaching him on the finer points of talking another guy into bed, he set upon his prey. The next day he excitedly came to my door bursting with his new discovery.

    “It went just like you said it would,” he effused. “So how did you like it?” I asked.

    “It was really fuckin’ hot but we didn’t know what we were doing so I want to know what it’s supposed to be like. Can you show me,” he asked shyly, his dark eyes boring into my own.

    Did my ears deceive me? Was I getting this? Was this amazingly hot 18-year-old guy asking me to do him?

    “I want to be able to get as much as I can out of this”, He said with an evil smile, “I’m so fucking horny all the time I just want to be able to get off without jerking off all the time.

    This was a dream come true. I had been lusting after this boy for so long that I almost hesitated. Of course, I quickly realized that I was being offered the chance to give him the benefit of my experience.

    I closed the gap between us with one step and pulled his shirt up and off his body. As I peeled it over his head, I planted my lips over his and began sucking his tongue into my mouth. The moan that escaped from him was almost enough to make me spurt. My already rock hard dick threatened to split down the middle. I kissed my way down his neck to his chest where I was busily pinching and torturing his nipples. I took a perverse delight in first licking and gently biting his right nipple while blowing my hot breath across it and then sucking cold air over it into my mouth causing him to break out in goose bumps and writhe in heat.

    I wanted this boy so badly that nothing was going to stop me. I kissed my way down his lightly muscled torso toward his waistline. I continued my trail of kisses over the crotch of his pants. I could clearly discern the massive hardness that resided within. I quickly popped the button and dragged down his zipper with my teeth exposing his tightly whiteys and the pure joy that they contained. I happily noticed the wet spot of horny pre-cum soaking through his shorts. With my adrenaline flowing, I shakily pulled down his pants and underwear and he was naked before me. His raging hard cock was drooling as it thumped against his belly. I was delighted to discover that he was not circumcised. I playfully ran his foreskin up and down his magnificent pole. As I brought the soft burning hot skin up and over the head of his dick I noticed that a pool of salty nectar had formed in the cowl. When I stuck my tongue into it to lap up his delicious wetness I swirled around the head and probed into his slit. This caused my young friend to howl and buck up and down.

    “Suck me, suck me, suck me,” he howled.

    I was only too happy to oblige.

    My own rod was howling to be released so I peeled off my shirt and then my pants and underwear. My pulsating cut cock was drumming an ancient beat on my tummy. I was nearly overwhelmed with desire. I wasted no time in getting his dick in my mouth and down my throat. Mike’s moaning and heavy breathing were the ingredients of my desire. I twisted around and showed him what the meaning of sixty-nine was. As I shoved my prong in his face he quickly grasped the concept and went after my drooling member with a surprising amount of gusto. I was greedily swallowing his cock and extending my tongue to swab the area between his balls and asshole. In his haste to become a man his inexperience became apparent as he began to gag on my thick member.

    “Slow down”, I warned him. “Deep throating takes practice.” At this point I shoved my tongue up and into his asshole.

    “Oh my god’, he screamed, “That’s just about the hottest thing I’ve ever felt!”

    “Stick around”, I smiled, “This is only the beginning”. I followed with a spit soaked finger up his anus and then another.

    “I can’t believe how hot this is”, he exalted.

    “Are you going to fuck me now?” He asked breathlessly.

    “Only if you really want it,” I gasped. “Yeah, fuck me you stud! I need to feel you in me!”

    I was only too happy to oblige.

    Call me old fashioned if you want, but I like to see him squirm as I shove my eight inch bone up his tight virgin ass. I turned him onto his back and straddled his ankles over my shoulders. I began to push into him as my eyes bored into his.

    “Oh my god, you’re fucking my ass! I can’t believe how awesome this feels! This is what I’ve been wanting!” he wailed.

    I crashed into his ass with the fever of a berserker. I rapidly became lost in the hot wetness of him. I became a primitive beast claiming my territory. If this boy wasn’t careful I was going to have to keep him.

    “You have the hottest ass I’ve ever been in.,” I screamed as I plunged relentlessly into him.

    “FUCK ME,” Mike cried.

    I became so wrapped up in the pure ecstasy of plundering his sweet virgin depths that I couldn’t help but cry out, “ You sweet bastard, I want to fuck you apart.” “I want you to cum on my chest,” he choked out.

    I was delirious with pleasure as I pulled out of his tight hole and began spraying my hot seed all over his broad tanned chest. I was so hot that a couple of spurts splashed up onto his chin and even into his hair. All of this action caused Mike to shoot his load with no direct stimulation. His cock spasmed and shot his load high into the air and all over back and ass. The sensation of his hot load running down my flesh caused my dick to re-inflate so I began to rub it up and down over his softening member bringing me to one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. I sprayed even more jizz over his belly as I fell onto him. Our combined loads were causing us to stick together but that only served to renew our lust for each other. We spent the rest of the weekend in bed trying to discover more ways to get each other off.

    Mike decided to stay with me and never saw his buddy again.

  • The Real Boss

    “What makes me laugh, Kyle, is that you somehow think you’re entitled to a break when this is your fault to begin with.” Kyle’s boss throws the file at him, running a giant hand through his chestnut brown, shoulder length hair, head shaking in disappointment. He catches the file, just, holding his breath. “I want it redone, edited, fixed and submitted to me within the next four hours, or it’s your ass. Do you hear me, Kyle? Do you hear what I’m saying to you?”

    “Yes, Sir.”

    The CEO of LipCorp narrows his eyes at him, lips twitching like he’s about to lay into him. He looks stressed, broad shoulders tense and one shift in the wind away from snapping.

    “Get out.”

    Kyle doesn’t need to be told twice, darting out of his chair and escaping through the door to freedom, heart in his throat and vision swimming. That’s his first time being called into CEO Lipton’s office, and he cannot begin to describe how terrified he is of the experience.

    He heard rumours beforehand about what it’s like, seen women and men breaking down at their desks after getting a verbal smackdown, calling their partners to let them know that they would be home later because they needed to leave in CEO Lipton’s good graces.

    One time, he stormed out of his office, marched over to someone’s desk, unplugged their computer and threw it on the ground, shattering it to pieces. He calmly asked them why he did that, and they guessed that it was because they were watching porn and caught a virus, which the CEO confirmed with a terse nod, pointed to the door and everyone watched their walk of shame out of the 16th floor office space.

    No one has been flagged for watching porn since then.

    Another time, he manhandled an ex employee all the way out of his office, handing him off to security. He was shaking after, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his neck and soaking his shirt. 

    That’s when Kyle met the CEO’s husband for the first time. He’s an extremely good looking man, and although Kyle doesn’t swing that way, he can easily understand the appeal. Younger than the CEO by about 10 years is the speculation around the office, Hunter (or, Mr Greyson, as CEO Lipton has snapped at them to refer to him by) seems to be the only thing on the planet that can steal the CEO’s attention and get him to smile.

    Kyle remembers it vividly. Hunter had turned up after getting a call from the CEO, saw the state he was in, asked someone politely for some paper towels and proceeded to wipe the sweat off his neck and face, chiding him for letting it get to him so much. He told him he had a change of shirt for him and then led him to his office. They didn’t come out for three hours and everyone assumed that the CEO wasn’t just changing his shirt in there.

    Hours later when Hunter left the office, Kyle caught a glimpse of Ross staring after him. His features were soft, sated, happy, warm like melted butter as he reverently watched Hunter’s retreat, waving at him when Hunter turned at the exit to wave back and smile at him.

    Even more shockingly, he didn’t chew someone’s head off for the few typos on a very important sales report. He told them rather calmly and placidly to redo it and then get on home.

    The next time Kyle saw them together, it was at the fifth year anniversary of LipCorp. The CEO didn’t leave Hunter’s side the entire night, only having eyes for him when he was talking to CEO Lipton’s business partners, charming them with blinding smiles and eye crinkles. CEO Lipton kept an arm slung over Hunter’s shoulders all the way through, and Hunter, although Kyle’s not certain, tucked the CEO against his side with a possessive hand on his hip.

    Word around the water cooler is that the CEO is absolutely gone for his husband, always speaking in soft tones and looking like he’s about to melt into a puddle of joy the moment Hunter enters the office.

    Speaking of which, Kyle’s head turns at the sound of hurried chatter, silenced seconds later by the CEO’s door slamming against the wall. He strides down the steps, looking wound tighter than the Tin Man caught out in the rain, getting closer and closer to seizing.

    Mr Greyson is here.

    ===

    Hunter was relaxing, reading something on his tablet when his phone went off. It was Ross, his husband of four years calling him. He knew the second he spoke that he was needed, even before Ross said the exact words ‘I need you, please’. So Hunter set his tablet down, yawned and stretched, changed into something a bit more fit for the office and hopped in his car.

    Being the husband of a CEO of a fortune 500 company definitely has its perks. Hunter doesn’t have to work, the one thing Ross insisted on, explaining to him that it would literally be redundant with how much money he makes. He’s not wrong. Hunter didn’t fight it, really, attracted to the idea of getting to do whatever he wanted while Ross made the big bucks, anticipating the moment his husband came through the doors with a tired sigh and a hurt puppy look, falling into Hunter’s waiting arms.

    He cooks a lot of the time, having been a chef for a couple of years prior to meeting Ross at an event. He remembers Ross’s eyes boring into the side of his head, compelling him to turn around. It was like all those wimpy songs meshed into one. A thunder in his heart. His heart went oops. Ross came in like a wrecking ball, and offered Hunter that thing that he always felt like he was missing in his life.

    A home.

    Well, Hunter wasn’t homeless. But Ross became his home that first night they spent hours chatting, getting closer and closer together. Hunter wasn’t put off by Ross being 34 years of age to Hunter’s 22, or that he was a driven businessman looking to make a name for himself with his company LipCorp. His status never once crossed his mind because Ross came undone underneath him without Hunter having to even suggest it.

    They went up to Ross’s massive penthouse suite, Hunter shoved Ross up against the wall, attacked his mouth, his neck, his throat, shoved his hand down his pants and squeezed his firm ass in his palms. Ross had gasped and begged him to fuck him, and, after a whole hour of bringing Ross closer and closer to the edge, denying him at the final hurdle, Hunter eventually made a home for himself inside Ross’s tight, clenching channel and preened when Ross came with his name on his lips.

    Ross proposed to him two months later. Hunter didn’t hesitate to say yes, having already carved out a place in his soul for Ross to remain even after death. On their wedding day, there may as well have not been anyone else in the room with them, Ross’s eyes never wavering, a dimpled smile on his face and soft eyes only for him. He complimented him on his suit, told him how badly he wanted to sink to his knees and swallow Hunter whole, and Hunter dragged Ross away from the assembly hall without a second thought, face-fucking him in their private suite, holding his cock in Ross’s throat and praising him for not gagging, calling him a good boy, a good husband.

    At that, Ross came in his pants. Hunter cleaned his cock with his lips and tongue and dripped it into Ross’s waiting, gaping mouth. His husband had swallowed it without question, lolling his tongue out for more, always so needy. Hunter indulged him with an extra long, deep kiss with so much tongue and spit it was kind of ridiculous, shiny strings keeping them together when they parted.

    Afterwards, Hunter sat at the head of the bed, reading their congratulatory cards out while Ross warmed his cock with his ass and rolled his hips contentedly. And, when Hunter had tired of reading cards and felt himself throbbing in Ross’s tight heat, he flipped him over and gave it to him long and deep, commanded Ross to come and watched his big, long, beautiful cock gush like a hose.

    Unfortunately, Ross had to go back home to his office while they were on their honeymoon. It was the only fallout they’ve ever had because Ross decided to sneak out while Hunter was asleep and flew back home, leaving him to wake up alone in bed and panic that Ross had left him on their honeymoon night. He told Hunter that he couldn’t handle the thought of having to say it to his face, so he left like a coward.

    Hunter has since gotten over it, but sometimes he thinks Ross still feels guilty, even if it has been smooth sailings ever since. Ross promised never to duck out on him again, that Hunter deserves to be informed if he’s going to suddenly abandon him, and he hasn’t gone back on his word that he would make sure Hunter was fully aware from then on.

    Dismissing that thought, Hunter steps off the elevator for floor 16, smiles at the desk clerk and waits for the doors to buzz and let him in. The office is alive with chatter the moment he enters (as is always the case, rampant speculation about his position in Ross’s life, he supposes, not that he cares at all what they presume to know). He pays them no mind, eyes focused on the door to Ross’s office swinging wide and hitting the wall.

    Okay. Damn. He’s really stressed.

    Hunter watches him approach, catalogues how he’s moving like he needs an oil change. Stiff shoulders, rigid back, tight neck, lines of frustrations on his face and fists clenched. Seems his boy needs a complete work through.

    Ross looks like he wants to collapse to his knees and hug Hunter’s middle and never let him go so he needs to get him in his office, to privacy. He quickly steps forward, takes Ross’s hand in his and walks him back to his office, disregarding everyone around him.

    His husband is stressing the fuck out and it’s time he does his one job.

    As soon as they’re in Ross’s office, away from prying eyes, Hunter lets Ross sag into him, arms coming around him, hugging him tight. Ross starts grumbling about his frustrations while Hunter strokes his hair and tells him it’s okay, he’s here, he’s got him, and Ross deflates, falling to his knees, burying his face in Hunter’s crotch and breathing in him in greedy nosefuls.

    “I need you, Hunter. Please. I’m losing it. If this deal doesn’t go through, then—”

    Hunter shushes him, tilts his head back, smoothes his hands through his hair, lightly grinding his crotch into Ross’s face, letting him mouth and lick the fabric.

    “Don’t worry about that, okay? There’s time to think about that when you’re bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I’m here, and I’m gonna take care of you, like I always do. Do you trust me?”

    Ross nods, whimpers and yearns, mouthing a wet spot by Hunter’s zipper, groaning deep in his throat with rampant hunger.

    “I know, I know, sweetheart. I know what you need,” he says, pushing Ross’s eager head away so he can tuck his pants underneath his balls and nudge the tip of his leaking cock at Ross’s waiting lips. Ross salivates, eyes getting misty as he locks them on Hunter’s cock with laser focus. “What do you think they’d say, huh, Lip? If they saw you like this, drooling to get my cock in your mouth? Knowing that their big, tough SOB boss is down on his knees aching for just a taste of his husband’s cock?”

    Ross’s breath catches in his throat and he whines. Hunter reaches around, snares his hair in a fine grip and guides the head of his cock through the part of Ross’s lips and tells him to start sucking.

    ===

    Whenever the CEO’s husband is here, he tends to never leave his office or pay attention to what any of them are doing outside of it, so it’s pretty common for clusters to start gathering around to chat about shit. Kyle’s not getting involved. He has work to do. Tuning them out is very difficult, however.

    “The Boss’s husband must be some male model or something. I mean, right?”

    “Or a male escort turned live-in house husband.”

    “You don’t think the Boss is attractive enough to meet people outside of a service?”

    “What? No. Of course not. It’s just that he works such late hours, I can’t imagine he’d have time to really meet someone and fall in love like that.”

    “I’m pretty sure Hunter was a chef or something, and he was hired to cater one of the Boss’s events.”

    “Really? I thought he was a toy boy.”

    “Nah. The Boss literally worships the ground that man walks on, and I’m confident that Hunter feels the same way.”

    “Hey, if you pay someone enough money, they’ll play whatever role you want.”

    “I’m not saying that he couldn’t pull it off, I just don’t think that’s the case. The Boss is a total softy around Hunter. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has the Boss wrapped around his finger, to be honest.”

    “No way! He’s like a ken doll and the Boss is Gaston or something.”

    “So Hunter is his Belle?”

    “Obviously. His lashes are longer than mine. And mine are fake.”

    “Belle totally wore the trousers. Without a doubt. Beast was gone, gone for her.”

    “Maybe the Boss is the gay version of pussy-whipped. Bussy whipped?”

    “Gross. Don’t say that word. Like ever.”

    “Sorry. But you get what I mean.”

    “I don’t know. I mean, it would make sense. The Boss can probably throw Hunter around like a ragdoll and bend him in any way he wants.”

    “See… I’m not seeing it. The Boss has got to be, y’know, a very generous size and I’ve never seen Hunter even wince on his way out of the office.”

    “He could be masking it really well.”

    “Or he’s taking it so much that it’s like not even an issue.”

    “I don’t think that’s possible.”

    “Whatever is happening in there, I doubt that there’s much talking going on.”

    “Yeah, how can Hunter talk when he’s got a mouthful of the Boss’s cock?”

    “Or the other way around.”

    The group laugh collectively and move on to some other topic about meeting up for drinks after work, and Kyle tries to erase the conversation that he just overheard.

    ===

    Hunter bottoms out in Ross’s throat, and he feels his muscles uncoiling, breathing into the desk beneath his body. He focuses on the thick mass in his throat, the weight of Hunter on his tongue, the musk of Hunter’s gorgeous, plump balls filling his nostrils, making him heady and all too eager to break his jaw in order to bathe them in the warmth of his mouth, too.

    His husband starts fucking his throat then, hands on the side of his neck, eyes drawn to the lift of Ross’s Adam’s apple. He loves how much Hunter gets off on seeing it, how fascinated he is with the ease at which Ross accepts the entire thick, long, pulsing length of him, hands moving up to hold fast to his chin and gyrate his hips.

    Ross can’t breathe with how Hunter is pushing against him, balls covering his nose, cock settled in his throat. He trusts his husband, knows that he can let him decide when it’s time to pull out, fully aware of Ross’s breathing allowance.

    “Good boy. That’s it. Just relax. I’ve gotcha.”

    He listens, like the good husband that he is, letting Hunter take control, relinquishing himself to him, arms lax at his sides, legs hanging limply off the edge.

    Hunter pulls his cock back then, lets Ross take in one huge breath then bottoms out again. “So good for me. Such a good boy. You love my cock filling your throat, don’t’cha, sweetheat?”

    Ross groans in response, hips twitching, tilting left and right, thrusting off the desk.

    “Shush, shush. It’s okay. It’s okay. Just focus on my cock. Don’t let anything else distract you.”
    His husband’s deep, rumbling voice that makes an appearance whenever they settle into this dynamic lilts into his ears and Ross decompresses, swallowing around Hunter’s cock, wishing he could suck a load out of him and keep his hard cock trapped in his throat.

    “Just imagine it, Jay. Any one of your employees could come in here, see you flat out on your desk, taking my cock like a good bitch.” Ross moans around him, cock twitching at the idea of someone seeing how exactly Hunter owns him, mind, body and soul. “It’s obvious they think the opposite, but you know.” Hunter rolls his hips, buries his cock deep and keeps pushing. “And I know.” He gets a tight grip on Ross’s chin and pounds his throat for thirty quick, glorious seconds. “That that’s not the case, now, is it?”

    Ross shakes his head, loving the wet, slick sound of Hunter’s cock spearing the build up of saliva in his mouth as he settles himself all the way back inside. His hands are shaking with anticipation, wanting to hold Hunter’s hips, still him so he can’t leave his temporary home. Ross never wants him to leave, hates leaving him at home, even contemplated having him join him at his office every day.

    He can’t do that, though. He’ll never get any work done.

    It’s bad enough when he picks up the phone and calls him just to hear his voice, to let him direct him through getting himself off. He listens to him moan into the phone, focuses on how that ignites the fire in his belly, loins burning with want. Hunter snaps at him if he takes it any further than he’s instructed, and Ross melts, panting into the phone, promising to be good. And then Hunter praises him, tells him he’s his good boy for listening, tells him to fuck his hand harder, pretend that he’s sitting on Hunter’s cock and he’s reaching around to give him a fist to fuck into.

    Ross loves his husband’s dirty mouth, loves how he reduces him to pathetic whimpers and sobs until he’s coming all over himself, wishing that he never had to put the phone down. Hunter doesn’t join him in coming when they talk like that over the phone. He waits for Ross to get home, and then he’s on him, stripping him bare, bending and twisting him in ways that so few have dared to even try. And then he’s three fingers deep in Ross’s ass, practically punching them into him, Ross’s neck resting on Hunter’s shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as Hunter rams his fingers up his ass and bites the flesh behind his ear, arm secure around his throat, hard cock grinding over the curve of his ass.

    As soon as Ross comes with a hoarse cry over the tabletop, Hunter slicks up his cock and drives in without preamble, fingers like clamps on the skin of his hips, groin pounding against his ass so hard he loses balance and has to brace on the table. Ross just takes it, cock already hard and leaking so soon after his orgasm, and Hunter makes sure that he’s coming again long before he’s pumping out a thick load in Ross’s channel.

    “Stay with me, Lip,” Hunter demands, trapping his head between his powerful thighs, smoothing practiced hands down the line of his throat and catching on his clavicles. Ross’s vision is spotting from the pressure, blood is rushing to his brain and cock in tandem, he’s twitching in his pants and he feels faint. It’s magical. “That’s it, sweetheart. Relax. Let go. Let me take care of you.”

    He feels like a cloud drifting through the sky, nothing able to bother him. Here, he is safe, with Hunter. Here, he is free.

    Here is the only place he ever wants to be.

    ===

    Hunter releases his hold on Ross’s head and extricates his cock. He lifts him so he’s sitting up, letting his head lull back on his shoulder while he dives under Ross’s shirt, feeling his skin, letting him feel the touch of his digits while he floats. Ross whimpers and Hunter shushes him, kissing the side of his neck and nipping, telling him it’s okay, that’s he’s got him.

    Now that Ross is nice and relaxed, Hunter focuses on getting them both off. But, most importantly, draining the disgusting amount of stress that still lingers in his husband’s eyes. He hates seeing Ross so ruined, so close to shattering like fine china. If he thought for a second that Ross would agree to letting his partners take care of more of the work, he would be hounding him about it.

    It won’t work, though. Ross loves his job, his company, and short of Hunter giving him an ultimatum (something he could never do), there’s no way to pull him away from it.

    For now, all he can do is undo Ross’s tie and blind him with it, guiding Ross off the desk, propping him up on all fours on the couch. He releases his belt from its loops, puts the strap through the latch, widening the circle enough to fit over Ross’s head. His husband shuffles from knee to knee, sweating, anticipating.

    Hunter drapes the strap of his belt down the slope of Ross’s clothed back. He toes his shoes off, discards his pants and boxers, pulls Ross’s Armani slacks down to rest on his calves. He licks his lips at the sight of the seal of Ross’s anal plug, gives it a nudge. Ross moans, rocks his ass back, asking for something.

    He spanks him, then, a quick sharp snap that makes Ross cry out.

    “Everything is gonna work out, y’know? I wish you wouldn’t do this to yourself,” Hunter admonishes, slaps left, then right, then left with hard smacks, watching the flesh bloom a nice red. “Or maybe you like that I have to come by and fix you up, huh? Is that it? You get yourself all worked up so I’ll put you back together again?”

    Ross moans, clenches his fists. Hunter watches his hole squeeze around the plug and his cock throbs with need.

    ===

    Kyle takes the next copy from the printer, sighing as he adds it to the stack to his right. He hears a smack and looks behind him, wondering where it came from. It happens again. And again, and again. It’s faint, but Kyle’s positive it’s a smack. He blushes then, head turning to stare at the door to CEO Lipton’s office, where he and his husband are.

    Before he’s assaulted with any imagery he really would rather not be subjected to, he shakes his head and starts humming to himself, drowning out the pelts he can hear in the distance.

    ===

    Good.

    Ross’s ass beams a bright red, his body is shaking with need and he’s on the verge of melting into the couch.

    Next step then.

    Hunter tugs until the plug slips out of his husband, shushing him with a hand along his back. He secures the strap of his belt, curls it around his palm, slots up in between Ross’s legs and wedges his cock between Ross’s asscheeks.

    Ross whines, and Hunter pulls on the strap, effectively cutting off his protests. It’s only a small amount of pressure. Just enough to let Ross know that there’s something there. A presence controlling the air that he’s able to take in.

    Ross stills, waits for Hunter to lead him.

    “Good boy,” Hunter praises, inclines his hips back, positions the tip of his cock at Ross’s fully-prepared entrance and sinks in to the root, tugging on the strap the tiniest bit with each inch cleared. Ross sputters and chokes, moaning as the sensations overwhelm him. “Shush, shush. It’s okay. I’ve got’cha. I’m here, Lip. Let go of it all. Let it all just drain away. Do that for me, yeah?”

    The clutch of Ross’s body lessens, the tension in his shoulders falls away, his thighs uncoil, his back arches obscenely, head sagging with relief, allowing Hunter to pull it back with his hold, reaching forward to tangle his fingers in Ross’s hair. He gets a firm grip on him, stabilising his lucid head so that he can loosen the belt when he needs to.

    He starts fucking him then. Slow, precise, with enough room to tighten the bind around Ross’s throat for a good five seconds. Each time he releases him, he chokes him an extra second more. He pulls Ross’s head back, drops the strap to bear down on Ross’s back until he’s dipped obscenely at the small, allowing Hunter better access to pound in deep.

    “That’s my boy. You just focus on my cock stretching your little hole, filling you up real good, just the way you like it, and I’ll do the rest,” Hunter says, eyeing the effortless way Ross’s body opens up for him. He’s done this so many times and yet he never gets bored of it. The sensations, the power trip from having someone as strong and powerful and important as Ross submitting to him. The eagerness, the insatiable need that Ross presents him with whenever they have time, always wanting to please him, to do whatever he can to make him happy. It’s like a drug to him. “You love my cock, don’t’cha, Ross? Nothin’ you want more than me fucking your sweet ass, day in, day out, is there?”

    Ross moans, clenches around him and Hunter knows that he’s not bullshitting either of them. He knows that Ross would practically live on the end of his cock if he didn’t have other responsibilities.

    Hunter grabs hold of the strap and pulls, burying himself balls deep and grinding his hips. He pushes, hard, listens to the catch in Ross’s throat. He waits, let’s the strap drop, pushes harder, gyrates, presses flush. Ross keens, and Hunter chokes him through it, pulls back to thrust one, two, three times, pounding their flesh together.

    Their bodies meet like thunder claps, louder with each crack, Hunter’s hips stilling to bump and grind, wrenching Ross’s head back and grunting.

    “Hold your breath for ten seconds, and then I want you to come,” Hunter tells him, tightens the knot around Ross’s throat and fucks him hard and fast, pace brutal and punishing to the skin of Ross’s thighs, the slap, slap, slap roaring in Hunter’s ears. He counts in his head, feels Ross’s ass sealing like a vice around him, fluttering as he no-doubt empties into his jock, a choked off whine breaks through the grip of the strap on his throat. “So good for me. Good boy. You did so good,” Hunter soothes, abandons the strap after loosening it. He lets Ross’s head drop, hanging limp, Ross’s chest meeting the couch, melting into the fabric.

    Hunter drapes himself over Ross’s prone form, grinds his cock at the root as he kisses Ross’s shoulders, his neck, his sides, soothing him with sweet nothings. He pauses to deal with his own release, spearing Ross with harsh claps for a couple of beats and spilling inside him. Then he goes back to kissing him, licking him, running his fingers up and down his sides, ducking under to make sure that Ross did, in fact, come.

    He did.

    Perfect.

    “I’m gonna take the blindfold off now.” Hunter removes it, pulls it down so it’s hanging limp around Ross’s neck, which is branded with a bruise that resembles a race-track. Ross will bitch to himself about having to wear makeup on his neck but he’ll get over it. The important thing is that he looks absolutely done in, and there isn’t even the slightest presence of stress anywhere on his body, and that’s what Hunter came here to accomplish.

    “Listen to me, Lip. I want you to stay dirty. Don’t change your jock. Don’t change anything, okay? Whenever you feel like you need to snap, just think about your soiled jock, the bruises on your neck, the state of your clothes, and then remember that I did that to you. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

    Ross turns his head, eyes glassy. He nods once, a small smile on his lips. Hunter leans over, kisses the side of his mouth and tells him he’s proud of him.

    ===

    “I’ll see you when you get home, okay, boss man?” Hunter says, smiling at CEO Lipton and giving him, what looks to be, a very warm, loving embrace. He says something else, too, but it’s not meant for anyone else to hear, what with the way that Hunter is leaning in close and whispering. Whatever he says, it seems to make the Boss sag onto him further, wrap his arms around him and sigh.

    “I’ll try not to be too late,” CEO Lipton replies. Hunter kisses his cheek twice, then leans back to capture his lips in a long, slow, chaste kiss. “What the Hell are you looking at? Get back to work!”

    “Jay,” Hunter warns. “What did I say?” he adds, soft but firm. Kyle is starting to think his co-worker is right about Hunter wearing the trousers, because CEO Lipton’s eyes go from hard and steely to soft and dopey and he just lets Hunter hold his face between his palms.

    “I know. You’re right. I’m sorry.”

    Hunter taps his cheeks, kisses him one last time, tells him he’s cooking him something special for dinner and then starts his walk out of the office. Kyle hates that he even checks, but there is no wincing or noticeable limp or anything that might indicate… that.

    It might be the light, but when CEO Lipton lifts his hand to wave, Kyle swears he sees some discolouration on his skin, and then he spots how rumpled his suit is, how slick his shirt is and how he’s shifting from foot to foot and decides that it’s none of his business, going back to work.

    END

    What would you want Hunter to do to the boss man? Let me know in the comments! 😀

  • Jack of the Jungle

    Dickie Honeywood, the World’s Greatest Explorer and beloved heartthrob, was deep in the unexplored Amazonian jungle. After days of penetrating deeper than any other man into the vast, lush paradise, Dickie had collected dozens of new plant and animal species to take back to America and once again wow his adoring fans, as well as securing his title as the World’s Greatest Explorer for years to come. It was a little after midday, judging by the few bars of sunlight slanting almost vertically through the dense canopy, and Dickie was getting ready to stop and have some lunch, using his trusty machete to clear a small area where he could settle down for an hour and rest. Already, his heavy-duty khaki shirt was damp with sweat and clung to his muscular, manly frame and after having shrugged the heavy pack from his broad, strong shoulders he fanned himself with his pith helmet; a golden curl of his thick, sleek blonde hair plastered to his tanned forehead with sweat. Even in the middle of the Amazonian jungle, covered in sweat, days into a solo trek into uncharted territory with nothing but his innate skills and the few supplies he carried upon his broad shoulders, Dickie looked the epitome of the true American Hero. His outfit was tailored to fit him like a glove, framing his muscular body and the full bulge of his crotch. Wherever Dickie went exploring, he was just as much a sight to see as the locations he was boldly discovering.

    Setting his pith helmet squarely back onto his head, Dickie made his way over to the edge of his small clearing. His fingers went to the prominent bulge in his canvas jodhpurs and deftly unbuttoned his fly, before hauling out the other, much bigger, reason why Dickie Honeywood had a legion of zealous devotees around the globe. In the middle of the tropical Amazonian jungle, thousands of miles away from civilization, Dickie didn’t need to worry about those zealous fans attempting to find out just what the famous bulge in his pants contained, or the ever-present paparazzi getting literally the biggest scoop of their lives, using their huge, long telephoto lenses to capture an image of Dickie’s huge, long member. There in the solitude of the vast, thick jungle, Dickie hefted his exceptional manhood, his pride and joy, and sighed contentedly as he watered the little patch of jungle before him.

    But even this far from civilization and unbeknownst to him, Dickie was not alone. Amidst the lower branches of a tree nearby crouched the fabled Jack of the Jungle himself! Amongst the simple villagers that lived at the edges of the vast and uncharted jungle, they told stories of a pale shadow that stalked the jungle, following the law of no man and holding every wild beast in his thrall. In truth, Jack had been just a small child when his parents, two explorers much like Dickie, had been attacked and killed in the jungle by the savage and cruel Kake tribe. Left to die in the savage wilderness, the lost and frightened young man was instead taken in by a community of chimpanzees and he was raised by them and other animals of the jungle. With the intelligence of his chimp guardians that had raised him, the strength of the gorillas he trekked through the jungle with and wrestled for sport, the cunning of the wolves he ran with as they hunted for meat, the agility of the smaller monkeys that he chased and played with through the lofty branches and vines of the canopy, and the ferocity of the lions with which he shared a mutual respect for the other’s prowess, Jack of the Jungle indeed followed no man’s laws and soon rose to become Lord of the Jungle, ruling the untamed wilderness and all within it! As he grew older, the memory of the Kake tribe’s cruel savagery continued to burn within him and he held them in the highest contempt, them and their gluttonous queen his nemesis.

    Back in the present day, Jungle Lord Jack peered down from his vantage point, fascinated by the outsider he had stumbled on quite by chance. He too had pale skin like Jack, a thing he had not seen since his childhood, unlike all of the hated Kake tribe and the villagers he sometimes came into contact with when venturing to the edges of his jungle. The stranger’s glossy, golden hair was like the sunlight that came through the tall trees, and his tight, muscular body was clothed in a fashion that reminded him of his childhood, dun brown cloth clinging to the stranger’s perfect, huge muscles and tight waist. But it was what the strange, beautiful man held in his strong, pale hands that held the jungle lord so transfixed: Jack of the Jungle was proud of his own member, even wearing a small scrap of fur to protect it from stray branches as he made his way through the jungle, but this man clutched a specimen far mightier! Jack had often intimidated and subjugated members of the Kake tribe with his own potent manhood when they had grown too bold, forcefully demonstrating his position as Alpha Male, as he had learned from many of his animal guardians, but before him now stood a man who possessed a manhood even greater! The thought that Jack was viewing a contender for his place as the Alpha of the jungle didn’t even enter his head: the man was an explorer, like his murdered parents, and not here to take his place. But such thoughts were like smoke against the wildfire of desire Jack felt for the man he quietly spied upon. Indeed, Jack felt the animal skin hanging about his waist slide to one side, pushed out of the way as his cock stiffened and demanded freedom, and without taking his eyes from the exquisite stranger, wrapped a calloused hand about the significant girth of his throbbing member.

    As Lord of the Jungle, Jack knew that he held dominion as the Alpha above every creature and had asserted his supremacy over the barbarian Kake tribe multiple times, but despite this, he knew that he wanted to submit himself to the man below, that the beautiful man with the incredible manhood was his own personal Alpha. Oh, how he wanted to feel that mighty cock swell and stretch to its full, magnificent size, then taste the sweet nectar he was sure would issue forth from the stout knob that crowned its glorious length, before accepting it into himself, feeling that colossal totem thrusting deep within him! Jack had often had to brutally fuck members of the disrespectful Kake tribe, using his sex as a weapon to beat them into compliance and obedience, slowly teaching them to live in awe of his manhood. But the secret that lay at the heart of The Lord of the jungle, that would have set the Kake tribe to gales of laughter, followed by open rebellion, was the urges and desires Jack felt to be himself fucked. Alone in his treetop abode, Jack would take the long, thick fruits that grew high in the dense jungle canopy, almost as thick as Jack’s own wrist. Although they were no good as food for Jack and served no other purpose, the firm flesh and smooth, slightly wrinkled and bumpy rind were perfect for fulfilling Jack’s secret craving to be filled. Slowly, with a little grease or just some spit if the fruit was smaller (whereby the little lumps along its shaft were more pronounced and gave a different sensation), Jack would fuck himself, imagining an enormous cock belonging to a jungle man even stronger and potent than he was, penetrating him deeper, stretching him wider… Never imagining that such a man existed, or that he would find him! Jack could have cum right there in the tree from excitement at his discovery.

    Just as he was about to climb down and present himself to the stranger, a shifting of the shadows beyond where the stranger stood caught Jack’s attention, freezing him in place, dread solidifying into a greasy, heavy ball in the pit of his stomach. To his dismay, he saw the shadows edge silently closer.

    Dickie was humming quietly to himself as the massive amounts of his golden piss splashed over the dark glossy leaves in front of him, pouring from a dick that was so long and heavy it was pulled downwards by its own weight, yet so thick it yielded to the constraints of gravity only reluctantly, giving it the most graceful and pleasing downward arc. Whenever he held his cherished member in his grasp, he always marveled at how his hands, despite being large and powerful themselves, couldn’t even come close to encompassing his fearsome girth. Dickie was a vain creature, but not without good reason. His face, upon first sight, made most women swoon and caused most men to derail their train of thought, replaced with fantasies of kissing his perfect lips; his powerful body was enough to daunt even the most cocksure of people and to wilt the arrogance of anyone who thought to stand against him. His charm and good humor earned him the adoration of anyone who spoke with him for even just a minute, whilst the incredible mound of his crotch humbled, terrified and mesmerized any red-blooded man, filling them with carnal lust, whilst women could barely bring themselves to think on the beast that lay between his solid thighs. Dickie had all his jodhpurs – his absolute favorite type of pants – specially tailored by hand, with just a little extra room in the left leg, which was the side his incomparable member could be seen laid across his thigh when it wasn’t curled up and forming the distinctive swollen bulge behind his fly. His tailor was always extremely attentive and insisted on re-measuring Dickie each and every time he visited, paying particular attention to the staggering measurements he always got from his big, swinging tool.

    As Dickie contemplated on the spectacle that was his mighty manhood, a pastime that he often drifted to, unbeknown to him three dark faces were contemplating it too, from just feet away in the bushes to Dickie’s right! Silent as shadows and as still as stones, the three savages stared entranced as Dickie finally finished pissing and shook his big dick, the thick length swinging heavily as golden drops flew from the glistening pink head. Just as Dickie began to turn back towards his freshly-made clearing, the nearest savage erupted from the thick undergrowth with a shrill ululating cry, the other two barbarian tribesmen close behind him, all three men naked as babes! In a frantic flurry of action, the first savage grabbed Dickie by his arm and neck, spinning him off-balance, his pith helmet tumbling from his golden locks into the sodden undergrowth he’d so recently watered. The second savage quickly moved in to help secure their prize, tearing open Dickie’s khaki shirt almost to the waist, sending buttons flying off after the pith helmet, whilst the third darted around to Dickie’s front, grabbing the colossal member in both hands and squeezing tight, ensuring that any struggling from Dickie resulted in an excruciating wrenching from his prized manhood.

    From his lofty vantage point, Jack of the Jungle was on his feet, furious by the way those sneaky savages had overwhelmed this beautiful creature but knew that he risked the man being hurt if he tried to fight the three tribesmen whilst they held him and his equipment in such an intimate grip. Appalled, he could only look on as they hoisted him into the air and began to manhandle him. One, the tallest and strongest of the three, held him in a chokehold with one dark, powerful arm and grabbed one of the glossy black calf-length boots with the other hand, raising the strong, muscular leg high into the air.

    Dickie was in full panic. He was being held up in the air by one of these brutes as easily as if he were just a little girl’s doll! With one leg wrenched high into the air, his crotch was alarmingly exposed, and the other two black-skinned jungle beasts were taking full advantage of the situation, fondling his khaki-clad buttocks and his bare cock. They chattered amongst themselves, using a furious tirade of whistles, clicks and whoops as the two smaller savages took turns mauling Dickie’s fine member, stroking and caressing it, obviously amazed by its prodigious size, but also tenderly tracing the scar of Dickie’s circumcision with curious clicks and whistles and laughing as they squeezed the sizable, spongy head which made Dickie’s entire length throb involuntarily.

    Inevitably such attention – unwanted even as it was in the situation – took its toll on Dickie, and he gave a cry of dismay as he felt his manhood begin to stiffen with increasing speed. The chattering between the three savages became even more animated, their eyes fixed on the mighty pole and filled with awe as their dark fingers brought the pale monster to full hardness. The head, now a great fist-sized knob, deepened from pink to an angry reddish-purple that towered above Dickie’s flat, hard stomach at the peak of a staggering length of thick man-meat.

    Between them, the savages maneuvered Dickie into a more accessible position: his feet planted on the floor, but pulled back at the knees and his torso held almost horizontal by the big, midnight-black tribesman, who clutched Dickie’s wrists in hands even bigger and stronger than his own, then planted Dickie’s head right up under his sweaty, savage crotch! His own hard dick – impressive on its own, but pitiful compared to the incomparable specimen before him – swayed before him, already leaking a thin trickle of sticky wetness. Below, Dickie was trying to call out in frustration and alarm, but by doing so he only managed to suck in the savage’s big black nuts, the overwhelming flavor of days-old sweat and musk filling Dickie’s mouth and nose, which invariably set his big cock to drooling its own clear, syrupy nectar. A big bead of the viscous dew welled up at Dickie’s slit, then oozed down over his pale shaft, and the two smaller savages fell upon it, licking it until Dickie’s monumental cock was cleaned of his essence and glistening with their saliva, then moving up to suckle greedily at the wide slit. Their sucking mouths and slurping tongues, along with the pungent black nuts filling Dickie’s mouth stimulated an even heavier flow from his slit, and the two savages began to squabble over Dickie’s leaking dick like two gasping men at a water fountain.

    Suddenly, another voice, using the same queer language, but much deeper and far more commanding, cut through the obscene tableau. The two quarreling savages immediately drew back from Dickie’s crotch, although still caressing it as though it were a talisman, whilst the largest of the three tribesmen lowered Dickie enough to pull his thoroughly wet balls from Dickie’s mouth with a damp ‘SPLOTCH’, then pulled him up to rest his head against his taut stomach, his warm, hard shaft nestled against the side of Dickie’s face. Before them, at the other side of the clearing, stood yet another tribesman, also buck naked, holding a fearsome-looking spear with one hand, pointing deeper into the jungle with the other, whilst between his legs hung a length of dark meat almost as fearsome-looking as his spear. With a short burst of more of those clicks and whistles that the barbarian tribe communicated with – these with a distinctly curt edge to them – the three savages grappled Dickie to his feet and the four men began to march their captive through the jungle.

    Full of dismay, yet determined to free the pale man from the evil Kake tribe and teach them a lesson in the process, Jack of the Jungle swooped and leaped expertly from tree to tree, leaving the four tribesman to lead their trophy through the oppressive undergrowth, knowing exactly where the man was being taken.

    Dickie was transported through the jungle, his now-soft dick left dangling from his open fly, his khaki shirt open to the waist simultaneously dragged and pushed. The biggest of the tribesman held Dickie’s wrists fast behind him, the stiffness of his barbarian shaft pressing into the curve of the explorer’s buttocks as he was urged through bushes and over roots until at last, they came to a large clearing. In the middle of the clearing, laid upon a bed of animal furs was a grossly corpulent woman, with gold bands around her wrists and upper arms, large golden hoops through her ears and a crude golden crown upon her head, but otherwise naked of any stitch of clothing. The bands dug into her skin, obviously donned some time ago and now far too small for the obese matriarch. About her, more Kake tribesmen tended to her, passing her jungle fruits, stroking her great sides of flesh and attending to her every need, like the queen of some savage, overgrown colony of insects.

    Her enormous, doughy breasts hung heavily over the rolls of her stomach, and beyond that was a wiry snarl of curly black hair upon the protruding mound of her sex. As Dickie and his captors entered the clearing, the Kake queen paused in the act of peeling a banana and her eyes grew wide with hunger and excitement as Dickie’s exceptional manhood was presented to her by her tribesmen. Likewise, the attending tribesmen gawked with hungering fascination and the mighty length hefted up by their tribal brother. With a squawk like that of some jungle bird, the queen chattered enthusiastically at Dickie’s captors as her fingers began to play among the tangle of dark hair at her crotch. Behind her, the other tribesmen clicked and whistled to each other in awed tones and openly fondled themselves to various states of erection.

    On the march to the clearing, Dickie had quieted and entertained the thought of the tribesmen being friendly; that their unknown savage ways, although alien and outwardly aggressive were misconstrued by his civilized attitudes, that he would eventually have a chance to get to know and understand the lithe, dark tribesmen better. But now the truth of what was to happen to him was laid before him, playing with herself as she eyed Dickie with a gruesome hunger, Dickie thrashed against the strong, tall savage to no avail.

    Discarding the banana, the queen rolled heavily onto her back and spread her legs, fingering her loose, sagging cunt as the tribesmen urged Dickie forward, their deft hands stroking and touching his member until once more it betrayed him, stiffening and growing until it was half-hard; Dickie’s horror at the impending forced coupling, however, thankfully prevented the savages from getting him any harder. Impatient for the magnificent specimen her tribesmen had presented to her, the savage queen barked commands and between them, they hoisted Dickie into the air above their queen.

    Eagerly, she reached up grabbed hold of Dickie’s half-hard member, cooing as he was lowered inch by torturous inch towards her immense bulk as he writhed in rebellion to what was now inevitable. In one smooth action, the tribesmen lowered Dickie into the queen, who opened and seemed to swallow him whole. Dickie, our brave and glorious explorer, had never thought such a thing possible: that his huge cock would not be enough to stretch even the most accommodating of people! The insatiable queen squirmed beneath him as tribesmen both held him in place above her and forced him even deeper inside the ravenous queen’s hole, his dick involuntarily throbbing to the queen’s warmth. Screwing his eyes shut, he willed himself to go soft, but being the virile and potent embodiment of masculinity he was, the soft, warm caress of the queen’s slack pussy was making him hard regardless, his member swelling to its full glorious size, making her finally cry out in a strained, weak croak as Dickie’s girth finally stretched her wider than ever before.

    Jack of the Jungle, our fearless hero, watched in revulsion at the vile coupling his beautiful explorer was being coerced into and could see the misery twisting his handsome features. He also felt an angry twist of jealousy as the vile queen, renowned for her voracious cravings, was forcibly serviced by his explorer. With these two emotions bolstering him, Jack of the Jungle, with the courage of lions, swung into the clearing, his hair streaming about his face, his dick swinging heavily before him as the loincloth was swept aside.

    The savages were in turmoil! Here was their nemesis, who had bested and shamed them so often, to foil their plans yet again! The clearing exploded into a frenzy of chaotic activity, some of the dark-skinned tribesmen running to intercept Jack and protect their queen and her prize, but most running away.

    Moving with animal grace and possessed by rage, the mighty Jack of the Jungle lunged at the first of the tribesmen, with one hand, he grabbed and squeezed his dark length of cock in a vice-like grip. As the tribesman doubled over, his shrill yelp of pain was quickly cut off with a sound blow to his jaw. At the same time, he kicked out at the savage approaching behind him, catching him in the swollen balls that had so recently been lodged in the explorer’s mouth, efficiently dispatching him as he buckled and fell to the ground, a high, strangled cry escaping him. Before him, Dickie lay prone on the queen, who either didn’t realize or care what was happening around her, her hands clutching greedily at the explorer, holding him within her. Dickie looked up, astounded to see this white man in the midst of the supposedly unexplored jungle, fighting with his captors, his animal skin loincloth swept aside by the bulk of his swinging cock as he soundly bested the few tribesmen who had not fled into the undergrowth.

    Jack the Jungle Lord was magnificent! Within seconds the first two tribesmen were reeling on the floor of the clearing, and he quickly subdued a third that was stood to the other side of the queen, unsure whether to fight or flee. Without any further hesitation, Jack swept up the explorer with one powerful arm, wrenching him free of the queen, ripping open his shirt, and with a single, powerful leap, the two men were soaring from the clearing on a vine, leaving behind the bested tribesman and their queen, who lay on her back, her legs splayed and wailing like a baby at the loss of her prize to her nemesis.

    Through the jungle the two men swooped, Jack expertly and with only one hand navigating the forest of vines that he used to quickly move through the jungle. At his side, he held the explorer, his arm wrapped firmly about narrow, tight waist. After a short while, they arrived at the Jungle Lord’s home, a bamboo abode nestled high in the treetops. Jack swung in through the opening on the side, landing with the grace of a panther onto the rushes which covered the floor. Gently, he laid his handsome explorer upon the soft rushes, his shirt falling open to reveal his taut, muscular torso as he was laid down, and the two men looked into each other’s eyes for the first time.

    Dickie had no idea who the man was, living feral in the middle of the jungle, but he knew that he was thankful to the dark-haired, attractive stranger for rescuing from the insatiable queen. The jungle man was looking down intently into Dickie’s face, his eyes taking in every square inch of the explorer’s features, and he found himself doing the same, gratitude and attraction filling him. Without thinking, Dickie leaned up and pulled his savior into a passionate embrace. It was obvious that this wild man had no concept of kissing, but he was an extremely fast and eager study, soon returning his kiss, their tongues swirling in their hungry mouths. As he leaned up, his tremendous cock, still pulled out of his fly, thumped heavily down onto his thigh, but quickly responded to the eager yet untrained mouth of this potent jungle man. Throbbing and pulsing, Dickie’s cock quickly stiffened, hefting its weighty bulk into the air, the knob swelling to its full, massive size.

    The Jungle Lord was in ecstasy! Unbidden, his explorer had pulled him into a clinching embrace, sucking at his mouthing a strange manner. Although unsure what was happening, Jack knew that he liked it, and eagerly reciprocated, feeling the explorer’s tongue thrusting into his mouth as he did the same. It was heavenly, and he could feel himself stiffening rapidly from their passionate clinch. But as they pulled apart, both panting a little from their intense kiss, Jack of the Jungle was staggered by the presence of the towering pillar of the explorer’s mighty member, thrusting into the air, almost fully hard and so incredibly huge! Hypnotized by the mighty totem, Jack, jungle lord, could do nothing but reach out and tenderly caress the smooth, pale shaft, entranced and enthralled like a zealot finally finding their idol. It was so incredibly huge, everything the powerful jungle lord had ever dreamed of, now in his hands, so large that inches of hard flesh were still left uncovered by his two-handed grip, the pink, bulbous head stretching his grasp obscenely.

    Dickie laid back as this wild man tenderly worshipped his cock. For a feral jungle man, there was nothing savage about how he handled Dickie’s precious tool. For a short while, he gently caressed the length of him, his rough fingers scraping ever so gently over the shaft and sensitive head, his face enrapt by the potent pole within his hands. But soon enough, he was unable to resist, and his head swept downwards, his lips covering as much of the giant head as possible, now repeating the kissing Dickie had so recently taught him, his lips working over the smooth, taut skin as his tongue lapped and swirled over the pink knob, flicking beneath the flaring ridge. Dickie had had many mouths worship his mighty cock, but none with such untamed and unfettered enthusiasm. Although obviously with little or no experience, this wild jungle man was a natural, soon bringing forth a heavy stream of precut that he hungrily licked up as soon as it oozed thickly from the slit. Dickie gently placed a hand on the wild man’s shoulder, both assuring and encouraging him.

    As The Lord of the Jungle made love with his mouth to the explorer’s mighty cock, the man gently massaged his shoulder, letting him know he was doing well. But soon enough, he felt the man twist beneath him. Momentarily, he looked up, worried that he was displeased with him, but was delighted as he felt him swiftly pull free his loincloth, uncovering his own hard dick. Returning to the object of his own worship as though pulled by a magnet, Jack of the Jungle gave a small cry of surprised pleasure as he, for the very first time, felt another man’s warm mouth sliding gently over his hard length.

    In the high treetops of this virgin jungle paradise, Jack the Jungle lord and Dickie Honeywood, famous explorer, pleasure detach other, both in rapture as they themselves were pleasures and as they took their fill of the other. Jack looked up from his own worship, gazing in wonder as inches of his own impressive cock were swallowed down by the talented white man, but never once letting go of his prize, the immense pole of stiff flesh.

    But Dickie had yet another surprise in store for the unschooled jungle man. Grabbing his hips, he rolled the both of them over until Jack knelt above him, and his cock was sinking deliciously into Dickie’s throat. So big was Dickie’s own member that Jack had no chance of returning the pleasure he was receiving, but instead feasted upon the heavy bloated balls that lay at the base of that mighty shaft. Gulping in a deep breath whenever he had the chance, Dickie worked wonders on the Jungle Lord’s tool, the entire length sliding effortlessly into his expert throat, distending his gullet as it forced its way in. Jack alternated between sucking on the heavy balls, only able to fit one at a time into his mouth, then returning to the huge head, lapping up the constant flow of Dickie’s thick, delicious nectar.

    But it wasn’t enough! Soon, Jack disengaged from Dickie’s massive cock and moved his way down Dickie’s torso. His smooth, muscular ass pulled apart, presenting the most delicious pink bud which gently pulsed and quivered, the ring obviously eager to feel the explorer’s length stretching it totally. Dickie’s cock responded to the beautiful sight of his rescuer’s hole, lurching formidably as another great bead of clear nectar welled up from his wide slit, rolling languidly forward and trickling down the column of sex that towered upwards from Dickie’s crotch, the clear liquid tracing a glistening path upon the hot, pale skin.

    Even with all of Jack’s secret pleasures he’d taken from the smooth, hard jungle fruits, he had never taken anything as large as the huge trophy he held in his hand at that moment, but he was determined to try, regardless. He felt a thick trickle of the explorer’s sweet, sticky wetness drool over his thumb, even more than he’d already been leaking, and knowing that at least would help, but unwilling to use even the grease he kept nearby for fear of lessening the pleasure he was determined to both give and receive.

    Dickie was taken aback as he realized what this handsome jungle man meant to do. His cock was drooling at a furious rate, as much as it had ever done, and as he saw the dark-haired stranger positioning himself above him, it lurched and throbbed with anticipation. Although he’d known nothing of kissing, it was clear that his newfound lover knew exactly what he was doing. Before him, his fleshy bud pulsed and quivered as he straddled Dickie’s tight, muscular body, reaching behind him to encircle as much of his girth as he could, the shaft now slathered with precum and glistening in the slanting jungle sunlight that pierced the crude bamboo shelter. Dickie’s hands gently wandered over the jungle man’s buttocks, caressed his waist and stroked upwards to his perfect nipples as his strong, lithe legs crouched slowly lower until his eager pink hole pressed delicately against the huge, blunt smoothness of Dickie’s cockhead.

    Jack of the Jungle was not himself anymore! He was possessed by an urge to thrust this enormous dick deep into himself, to feel it stretching him open, but he forced himself to proceed slowly. As he felt the sticky, precum-lathered knob finally touch to his sweet pucker, a strange, low growl escaped him. The other man’s hands were touching him all over, caressing his ass, sliding up over his hips and waist and traveling upwards until they found his sensitive nipples, where thick, smooth fingers expertly teased them into hard, tight points.

    The tender, quavering kiss of Jack’s ass to Dickie’s member didn’t last long. Slowly, lowering himself ever so gently, Jack’s tight ring of muscle was spread wider and wider as the Jungle Lord, consumed by lust, swallowed the huge round head into him.

    Dickie had a fine view! He loved this position, watching his hard member force them open and slowly but inexorably fill them with inch after inch after inch of giant cock, until they had completely lowered themselves into that amazing pillar. His newly-found jungle man was obviously in heaven, breathing heavily and producing groans of pleasure as he pulled his ass cheeks wide apart and fucked himself onto Dickie’s cock. His breathing became shallower and more rapid as his ass was stretched to the limit by Dickie’s head, his grunts and moans turning into gasping yelps as he was opened wider and wider until finally the entire head slipped inside him and his ring snapped tightly around the tip of Dickie’s shaft. In unison, the two men moaned in pleasure at the amazing sensations they were providing each other. Jack of the Jungle was now drooling clear liquid from his incredibly hard cock, the precum dripping onto the rushes and the discarded animal skin loincloth beneath him.

    With is explorer’s hands gently prompting him, the Jungle Lord slowly began to lower himself onto this incredible cock. He could feel himself being stretched open as it drilled its way deeper within him, his own dick pulsing and drizzling precum at a steady rate.

    Dickie was enthralled by his wild jungle lover. He felt amazing, his inner warmth massaging and sucking at his cock, whilst the view of inches of thick, hard cock pushing its way into such an incredible ass was astounding. His big balls churned with what he knew was going to be a huge load, and as he reached around, his hand found that this jungle man was as hard as Dickie was and covered in sticky precum.

    Jack of the Jungle didn’t stop once, and slowly but surely, after hat felt like an age, he finally felt the thick root of his explorer’s dick stretch him just that little bit wider, and the cloth of his strange but attractive leg coverings press against his buttocks. Nestling down as far as he could, he could feel the giant cock in the center of him, pulsing and obviously leaking huge quantities of precum into him, which in turn kept his own flow heavy as he gave a contented sigh.

    With just a short pause to enjoy the feeling of his cock buried deeply and totally in the wild man’s beautiful ass, Dickie watched as the feral stranger began to lift himself back up, inches of shaft dragging themselves back through his thoroughly stretched hole, the entire length glistening with a mixture of the jungle man’s ass and his own precum. As he felt the ridge of his massive, sensitive cockhead pulling at the fleshy ring, Dickie couldn’t help but moan loudly as his Jungle Lord plunged back down onto his entire length once again and began to fuck himself on his explorer’s mighty cock. His powerful thighs bunched with lithe, taut muscles as he rode the inches of thick cock at a furious pace.

    The serenity of the untamed jungle was filled with the gasps and moans of the two men making furious love in the Jungle Lord’s treetop dwelling. The bamboo that made up the floor and walls creaked and groaned in time to Jack pumping himself up and down the entire length of the stranger’s giant column of flesh, whilst Dickie bucked upwards each time to meet the downward strokes of the rampant wild man’s splendid ass, his fingers grasping at the solid waist of his lover, guiding and encouraging him as he took everything Dickie had to offer.

    Dickie was delirious with pleasure! Never had he met someone both so eager to gorge themselves on his mighty tool, as well as being so able. The rugged, muscular man pleasuring himself using Dickie’s huge cock was obviously in his own private heaven, grunting and moaning with incoherent sounds, but the effect the thick pillar of hard man-flesh was having on him was clear.

    With the hands of the beautiful, hung explorer clutching and caressing his hips, he was guided upwards until the entire length of thick shaft was pulled from his stretched and fleshy hole, the burgeoning knob tugging at the swollen ring of flesh, then Jack was pulled back down, inexorably impaled by endless inches of his dick, as thick and hard as the old marble columns in the ruins Jack had found in the jungle, but this column was wrapped in writhing veins, not vines. He heard himself involuntarily and ceaselessly making the most primal, animalistic noises, the enormity of the pleasure he was receiving summoning these groans and grunts and breathless mewls, whilst the breaths of his virile explorer were becoming louder, more rapid and with a ragged edge that let Jack know that he was bringing him to climax.

    Dickie, blessed with so many other gifts and talents, had always been in two minds as to whether his almost inexhaustible capacity to fuck without reaching orgasm was another blessing, or indeed a curse. So many times, his partners had begged and pleaded for him to unleash his momentous load, but long before he was even able, they had themselves cum multiple times and would instead be begging Dickie to stop the relentless assault upon their ass. So often, Dickie had pulled his member from his lover’s hole that was now ravaged and limp, whilst he was still rock-hard and thrumming with power and the longing to finish the job. Dickie now knew that it was indeed a blessing, that his almost limitless endurance, no matter how many times in the past had left him panting with frustration, was with this single encounter vindicated. This jungle man, so beautiful and wild and untamed, was taking everything Dickie had, and wanting even more! It was an incredible feeling, to have finally found someone that, instead of weakening and failing as his onslaught stretched ever onwards, instead fed back the sexual energy that was being poured into him like an empty vessel, and that energy was multiplying and growing ever stronger. Over and over, that perfect muscular ass thrust first upwards, then all the way back down, as rhythmic as a piston, the silky warmth of his insides tenderly stroking at every square inch of him whilst the fleshy ring of his ass was still tight around Dickie’s massive girth as it dragged up and down, albeit now fleshy and swollen, summoning forth his slowly blossoming orgasm. Sweat slid down the thrusting forms of the two men, saturating the fragrant reeds beneath them, as they gave and received pleasure, swapping it between them and amplifying it until, after an infinity, Dickie felt his body swiftly reaching the precipice of his climax, edging ever closer to the tipping point, and it was so glorious, so utterly triumphant, that his own voice now filled the jungle air, bellowing and booming as his jungle lover also called in symphonic harmony, the pace of their monumental fucking never once faltering.

    Jack was no longer alone in his calls of ecstasy, overtaken as his explorer, so virile and potent and enduring, began to raise his own voice, shouting words that seemed somehow familiar, his voice scraped raw by the force of his growing orgasm. For what felt an endless age, Jack had ridden this cock, the absolute apex of sexual potency, so huge and powerful and pulsing with raw lust, and now it was not just pulsing but throbbing, swelling and surging inside of him, somehow reminding him of the low bass boom of thunder that preceded the oncoming jungle storms, great powerful forces of nature, and this one threatening to soon overrun and engulf them both. As suddenly as it had started, the frenzied bellowing from the explorer stopped and his breathing, now so hard and rapid that it was several gears above mere panting, loud enough that Jack could still hear it above his own undulating cries.

    It finally happened, both men climaxing together in perfect unison. Dickie collapsed back onto the soft, sweat-soaked rushes beneath him, his entire body stiff and trembling as Jack plunged downwards one final time, the two men crashing together as their joint orgasm exploded around and within them. Deep within the Jungle Lord, Dickie’s member seemed to swell even larger in great surging pulses, stretching his hole wider still and with ponderous convulsions that traveled up and up Dickie’s solid, bloated shaft, huge gushes of thick, boiling cum blasted into Jack, who was now crying out in a thunderous, ululating yell of victory, louder than anything before, that set birds for miles around wheeling from the canopy and into the blue skies above the jungle as his own bucking cock unleashed mighty ropes of cum, arcing and twisting in the humid air of the bamboo treehouse, slapping onto the rushes, the raw bamboo, the bodies of the two men, even as he was filled even further, Dickie’s balls emptying themselves in huge wads that inundated Jack’s guts, until finally, triumphantly, the two men, shining with sweat and spent from a truly earth-shattering orgasm, curled up on the sweat and cum-soaked reeds of Jack’s spartan treehouse, Dickie’s massive organ, still drooling cum and lodged deep in Jack’s flooded ass, fell into contented sleep.

    Across the jungle, upon her bed of raw animal skins, the dark jungle queen heard her nemesis’ jubilant cry and watched the brightly-colored jungle birds lift into the sky above her clearing, like jewels scattered across pale blue satin, and lamented.

  • European Summer

    Back to Croatia

    Emma and I flew into Zagreb before midday after being in Prague for the last four days. We organised a rental car at the airport and then made the 4 hour drive to the seaside town of Biograd. During the drive we discussed plans for the upcoming ten days. Both of us thankful that we had planned to settle down for a longer period of time and enjoy the sun and sea.

    The house we rented was about 200 meters from the sea and about the same distance to the main town. It was a four bedroom house and fairly modern in design and styling. We discussed inviting some of our family members to join us if they were free. Emma wanted to invite her cousin Leon to join us. He is 18 years old and had just finished high school. Emma suspected he was gay and it might do him some good to leave his small home town of Koprivnica, in the north of Croatia.

    I decided to invite my cousin Daniela and her long term boyfriend Dario from Karlovac. I got along with them really well, and I usually invited them to the coast when I was holidaying in Croatia. Once we’d settled in, text messages were sent to invite our cousins. Leon replied to Emma saying he could catch a bus down to Biograd the following day, and Daniela replied that she and Dario would make it down either Friday after work or on Saturday morning.

    Grocery shopping was on the cards for the afternoon to stock up the house as well as beer and wine to last us for the ten nights we were there. It was a fairly busy day with travel and setting up the house. We managed a quick late afternoon swim at the nearby beach then then called it an early night.

    “Is there anything you want to do tomorrow?” Emma asked me before we went to bed.

    “To be honest, I think I need the day to myself. We’ve been moving around a lot and I feel like I need to recharge my batteries and clear my head.”

    “Not a problem. I was thinking of a quiet day too, before Leon gets here. But are you OK? Do you need to talk to clear your head?” She asked.

    “I’m fine, I just need a day to sort out some shit going through my head. We’ll talk after I get a chance to put things in perspective. I just need a day to myself.”

    “Ok. I’ll leave you to it. But, does this have anything to do with Jakub? She asked me.

    “It totally does, but it’s probably not what you’re thinking. All is good, I just need to gather my thoughts.”

    With that, we went to bed. I awoke the next morning and decided to spend the day at the beach. After a morning coffee at a café, I laid my beach towel down on the smooth pebbles as settled in for the day. I spent the entire day either baking in the sun or swimming in the sea. I actually spent a lot of time swimming. The exercise helped me to clear my thoughts.

    Aside from having lunch and a few beers throughout the day, I was at the beach until sunset. Spending the day alone was exactly what I needed. I returned to the house and found it empty. I assumed Emma must be out with her cousin Leon for dinner.

    The following day, I felt refreshed and ready to tackle the second half of my eight week holiday, although these ten days of relaxing in Biograd came at the right time. At breakfast, Emma introduced me to Leon. He is a tall skinny boy and 18 years old. He seemed like a good kid and a little bit cute in a nerdy kind of way.

    The three of us decided to spend the day at the beach together. I could tell Emma was keen to have a chat and check up on me. I also wanted to talk to her. I felt that discussing what going through my mind out loud would be good for me, and there is no better person to chat about it with than Emma. She really was one of the only people that knows the most about me.

    The two of us went out for a swim and I decided to unleash my thoughts on her. Thankfully the area of the beach that we were at wasn’t too crowded with locals or tourists. Once we were out into deeper waters, but still able to stand on the floor of the sea, Emma turned to me and asked, “So, are you ready to talk yet?” I let her know that I was and I began to unleash my thoughts to her.

    “Ok. I’m a bit freaked out after the four days in Prague. Well, not just freaked out, but I feel like something within me has changed, well what I’ve thought about myself for so long has changed.” Emma remained silent and let me continue.

    “You know that I’ve never been the type of person to be interested in or think about being in a relationship. I’ve always been comfortable being on my own, living alone for so many years, and enjoying a single life. I’ve never felt that I wanted or frankly needed to share my life with a special someone. My family and friends have always provided me with emotional support that I’ve always needed.”

    “And meeting Jakub has changed that?” Asked Emma.

    “Yeah it has. But maybe not in the way that you think. You probably think that I’ve developed feelings for Jakub, right?”

    “The thought did cross my mind. You spent four days with him, actually you spent every night with him. You didn’t even spend one night at our apartment” she said.

    “Yeah, I did. I really like him Emma. He is totally hot. I think he’s one of the sexiest people I’ve ever met. On top of that, he’s a really great guy and we got along really well. I guess I feel more for him than anyone I’ve met before. But it’s not really about that. I know it’s just a holiday fling, but spending those four days with him made me think for the first time ever how nice it was spend time with someone for more than a night and how great it felt to wake up in someone’s arms.”

    “I think that’s fairly natural. I spent every night with Filip as well, and it was really nice. I don’t understand why it made you freak out and why you needed a day to clear your head” she said.

    “Emma, this is a totally new feeling for me and I just need to make sense of it. I really liked spending time with him and I think I’d be totally open to a relationship if the right person came along. I just wanted to make sure those feelings weren’t just feelings I had for Jakub.”

    “So what are your thoughts about it right now? I hope you’re still going to have fun and enjoy the rest of your holiday?” She asked.

    “I’m definitely going to continue to have fun on this holiday. I’ll take every opportunity I can. I guess the only thing that has changed is that I’ll be open to all sorts of opportunities moving forward and that I’m not totally closed off to a relationship if it were to present itself.”

    We spent the rest of the day at the beach chatting and swimming. When Leon went off for a swim on his own, Emma told me that he came out to her last night. She is the only person he came out to, and was quite anxious about it because his family is quite conservative. He feared they wouldn’t understand and possibly disown him. I let her know that I would be happy to talk to him if he needed a sympathetic ear.

    After having unleashed my thoughts and feelings to Emma earlier in the day, I wasn‘t really in the mood to slut it up for the next seven days. Having said that, Biograd was a small coastal town and didn’t appear to have much of a nightlife, never mind a gay scene. I would be happy spending the time with family and friends. I did however decide to invite one more person. I sent off a text message to Luka, the sexy guy I met in Zagreb, now four weeks ago. I told him I have a house for the next seven days and he was welcome to join me if he finished up work and needed somewhere to spend the summer break.

    Luka accepted the invitation. He would finish work the following day at midday, being a Friday, and drive down to Biograd by 5pm. My cousin Daniela also confirmed that she and Dario would be here on Saturday morning as they both had to work the full day on Friday.

    Luka was a sight for sore eyes when he arrived. His dark hair still cropped nice and short and now clean shaven. His olive complexion and deep brown eyes still as beautiful as I remembered. I introduced him to Emma and Leon, and both visibly appreciated his dark beauty. He obviously spent time and the gym during the last four weeks as he looked a little more jacked up than I remember. It was really noticeable on his shorter five-foot-nine frame. I was also looking forward to being reacquainted with his eight inch cock with the upward curve.

    We decided to have a light dinner out on the back terrace as Luka was fairly exhausted from work and the four drive to the coast. Luka and I barbecued some burgers while Emma and Leon rustled up some salads. The four of us were totally relaxed, the chilled local white wine definitely helped.

    After a few glasses of wine, the conversation led to Leon and his coming out. Both Luka and I did everything we could to make him feel relaxed and comfortable. Leon seemed relatively comfortable with his sexuality. Although he wasn’t terribly experienced with man on man sex, he’d known from quite a young age that he was gay. His major concern was how his family were going to take the news. We let Leon talk as much as he wanted and made sure that Leon was in a safe space. I didn’t want to get too heavy into the conversations, but I thought it might be a good idea for Luka to speak to him one on one. Considering they were closer in age, Luka being twenty six and Leon being eighteen, and both being from Croatia, surely Luka could offer better advice than I could.

    I was super excited to see my cousin Daniela and her boyfriend Dario the following morning. They arrived just after we had a late breakfast. All six of us were keen to spend the day at the beach. We decided to spend the day at the end of the closest beach to our home, where there was a bar and restaurant. We could relax on the sun lounges provided by the bar, then move in and out when we wanted lunch or to get out of the scorching sun.

    My eyes were fixed on Luka as he took off his t-shirt and got comfortable on the lounge. His muscular body looked amazing. His biceps, pecs and abs more pronounced than when we first me. I noticed that his chest and stomach were now completely hairless. He was so hot in his short swimming shorts, showing off those muscular thighs.

    “Let me know if you need help applying sunscreen or tanning oil” I said to him with a smirk and a wink. “I’ll definitely need help soon” he replied with a cheekier grin.

    I spent most of the day catching up with Daniela and Dario, while Emma, Leon and Luka spent their time in deep conversation. It was another great day at the beach. We made plans to have dinner again back on our terrace before making our way into the main town for cocktails. The sun was starting to set and the beach was practically empty by the time we decided to make a move.

    Luka announces that he wants one last swim before heading home and asks me to stay with him. The rest of our group decided to head back and make a start on dinner. Once we were alone, Luka says that there is something he always wanted to do and now was the perfect opportunity.

    He came over to my lounge and got me to lie down on my front. He grabbed the suntan oil and drizzled a good amount into my speedo and down my ass crack, followed quickly by his hand. I felt his fingers sliding down my trench and onto my asshole. He massaged my oiled hole with his finger before sliding the finger inside. I let out a deep moan and raised my ass slightly in the air to give him better access. He fingered my hole with first one finger before adding a second, making sure I was loosened up and slick from the oil.

    He takes my hand and lifts me off the sun lounge then directs me to the water. I see him slide his oily hand inside his shorts to grease up his cock. Once we were almost chest deep in the sea Luka wraps his arms around me from behind and I feel his eight inch cock press against my butt.

    “As soon as I saw you in your speedo, I wanted to fuck you” he said pulling my speedo down to my knees. I leaned back into Luka feeling his smooth body against my back and his cock in my ass crack. I feel him line up the head of cock with my oiled up hole before he adds pressure. I take a deep breath, and as I exhale his cock breaches my ring, holding it just inside me.

    I contract and release my outer ass ring around the tip of his cock, allowing myself to loosen while massaging him. Before long, Luka tightens his grip around me and slides his cock in as far as he can, considering we’re both standing. He builds up some momentum and starts fucking me. It feels awesome to have his cock back inside me, the water gently lapping around our bodies.

    Luckily, there aren’t any people around, so he builds up the speed. I relax my ass as he plunges in deep and tighten my grip as he pulls out. I do my best to milk his cock and I know it’s working when he says, “Fuck yes…..your ass feels so good.”

    I continue to work my ass around his cock as he powers on deeper and stronger into me. Our breathing gets heavier the quicker and faster he fucks into me. Finally he plunges as deep as he can and I clamp down on his cock with my ass. “I’m cumming” he shouts as he holds me tighter. He remains still, buried deep inside me and all I can feel is his cock pulsing, shooting out streams of cum inside my chute. We stand there motionless for a few minutes while we catch our breath. Once his cock begins to soften, he slides out of me and we both pull up our bathing suits. “We better get back to the house for dinner” he says as we make our way out of the water.

    After dinner and a night out on the town I was pretty spent. Our group of six got along really well and enjoyed each other’s company and the cocktails flowed easily. I did notice however that the young Leon kept a close eye on Luka and myself. He obviously enjoyed seeing two guys together and totally relaxed out in public.

    I woke up the following morning, surprisingly without a hangover. I guess I’d built up some tolerance over the last four weeks. Luka was still asleep on the other side of the bed, so I quietly made my way out to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. Everyone else was still sound asleep, so I sat myself out on the terrace and enjoyed my coffee in the warm morning sun.

    I was deep in thought, mainly thinking about plans for the next five days while I was in Biograd, when Luka startled me, joining me on the terrace. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” said Luka as he sat down on the opposite side of the table from me. “Good morning,” I replied. “All good, I was just deep in thought.”

    I was thinking it might be nice to visit a few other beaches in the local area during the days, just to change up the scenery for the next five days. He thought it was a good idea and recommended a few towns, all within thirty minutes’ drive with nice but less crowded beaches.

    We sat in silence enjoying the morning sun and freshly brewed coffee. After about twenty minutes Luka hesitantly asked how I’d feel inviting the young Leon to join us in a threesome at some stage over the next five nights. As fun as the idea is, I let Luka know that I wasn’t particularly interested. Although Leon is cute in a nerdy kind of way, I don’t find him sexually attractive and in all honesty I’m not keen on hooking up with a young 18 year old. It’s just not my thing. Luka seemed to be somewhat disappointed in my response. I think he fancies the young Leon. I made it perfectly clear to him that if he wanted to spend more time with Leon and play with him, I have absolutely no problem with it.

    The next five days five days flew by, spending time at various beaches during the day and heading out in the evenings for dinner. Naturally, I spent more of my time catching up with my cousin Daniela and her partner Dario as well as spending more time with Emma, since this would be our final days together before she heads back to Australia.

    Luka and Leon were getting along great and spending their nights together. Emma questioned whether I was really OK with it, and I assured her I was. As hot as Luka was, I had to admit that after spending those four days with Jakub in Prague, I was happy to have a little break from the casual sex one has when on holidays. For the moment at least. I think I just need a little break and then see how things pan out once I get to the UK.

    It was early Friday morning when we checked out of our house in Biograd. My cousin Daniela and Dario were driving back to Karlovac, Luka and Leon decided to spend more time on the coast together, so they were making plans of where to move to next. Emma and I drove ourselves to the city of Split, both ready for our next flights. Emma back to Melbourne Australia while I was heading to London UK. I was looking forward to the final three weeks of my holiday. I was also looking forward to catching up with my colleague David who would also be in London.

    The thought of spending an entire week on my own was not all that appealing. David is going to be in the UK for a couple of weeks. From what I understood he was going to spend time in the London where he has a lot friends from his time working there, and then he is heading up to Scotland to spend time with his mother.

    I said my farewells to Emma and boarded my flight to London to start the next chapter of my holiday.

    To be continued… 

  • Church Boys

    I WAS RAISED IN THE CHURCH  FROM BIRTH TO 19

    AND MY MOM AN DAD PUSHED ME TO GET INVOLVED IN SOOOO MUCH SHIT

    AND THEY ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT BEING A CHURCH KID…I FIND A CHURCH GIRL….

    BUT THEN I MET HIM…….AND NOTHING WAS EVER THE SAME

    SOME THINGS HAPPENED ALONG THE WAY AND I THOUGHT I WAS STRAIGHT AGAIN LIKE GOD WANTED…..

    BUT IN THE END MY HEART KNEW EXACTLY WHAT IT WANTED…….

    Columbia, South Carolina….March 2005

    “Cmon Aaron, time to get up!” Said Pat, my mom 

    When I was growing up, my life revolved around one thing….CHURCH! I mean like it was more than Sunday it was like almost everyday ugh. My mom was apart of the women’s group, the soul winners, the Sunday school committee and a prayer warrior. And my dad was like the head deacon, speaker for Thursday night service, and also drives the church van. We were kinda like church hierarchy, we sat in the front row of the pew, many of the pastors knew us and we always hosted parties for our church friends, and in a black church that’s very important! My mom was so into the lord like all she did was pray, read her bible before she went to work everyday and don’t make pork…ever! My mom was very tough, she get at me a lot about going to choir rehearsal an learning hyms, bible studies……I just wanted a break from this church shit, I went wit with my friend Felicia to see that new Star Wars, an Mom went on this tangent cuz she thought I was being drawn into the secular world! Mom was a tough cookie, but my dad……Dad he was kinda more tough to please, I know he loves me but sometimes I think he loves the church than us….he was trying to be a pastor himself and he knew almost everybody. Me and him don’t get along a lot, he knew all the Bible verses but was clueless when it came to emotional support, which is why I dont him my secret…..

    We got in the car and the first thing I hear is the new Yolanda Adams or Kirk Franklin being played over an over on the radio, I wanna hear that new Mariah Carey, that was my shit! But my mom didn’t like secular music played on Sunday so the whole day was all about gospel music…….whatever. So we get to the church and the parking lot is full, I mean the sanctuary is packed and the service is about to begin, since my dad is well known he got his own parking space. Then we go inside and we speak to everybody…..EVERYBODY! All the church mothers, deacons, some members of the choir, they all spoke to us, asking about the latest gossip, who had a baby, who died, who husband did what all that stuff, so while pastor was preaching the word, I was sitting in the teen ministry, and it was sorta like high school….the guys in the ministry put on that whole Jesus front in the sanctuary, but when we got outside to hangout an wait for our parents it was a totally different story! There was this dude Brandon, his mom was a serious prayer warrior but he was the total opposite! He was such a straight boy, always lookin at the girls from the women’s choir, an the other boys already lost THIER precious V card! They were practically heathens but their parents never knew! The homophobia was REAL, an I knew I couldn’t trust any of them wit my secret. 

    That was my thing, I liked boys from an early age and I knew I was….you know gay. But in the black church being anything other than straight wasn’t a good thing at all, even tho I knew at least 5 hoes in the back pew….but that was none of my business. There were so many cute guys in the church, Dashawn, Trent, Kalin And how could I forget the pastors son Jaylen goddamn he was sexy, tall and light skin (I like dark skin but he was an exception) and he had such a sexy set of teeth lol, pearly whites…….

    But I knew if any word of my homo feelings got out it would be shame on my family and they would definitely let me know it, so I kept my feeling like most boys in the black community do….on the DL, so when all these church mothers, aunties, gramps or whoever be askin if I got a gurl I just nod or dodge the question, cause everybody in South Carolina was super duper homophobic! 

    After service was over…..

    In most churches after the pastor is done yapping for 5 years he asks if there are any new people in the church today? That was my favorite part of the service cause that means church is over! My dad was with the other deacons in the front welcoming the newcomers, and my mom was hoping it was woman so she can coerce her into joining that old lady gang (women’s group). I was expecting some middle aged woman or some ex drug addict or ex-con, that’s usually who it was. But today was different……it was a family, and they had a mom, dad, a daughter…..and a fine ass son!! They were the Hanks, they seemed like a perfect family, they introduced themselves an then the son started talking…..his name was Bryson! He was 18 goin on 19 the same age as me, and he was kinda introverted like me, I can tell he didn’t wanna be up there in front of all these judgmental people. The family walked past where my family was sitting and sat across from us, the pastor told us to bow our heads but All I could do was stare at this sexy nigga Bryson! I mean he had the cutest smile and he had like all this hair, and his lips…..damn his lips  but I knew I was in the sanctuary and that I couldn’t make it noticeable so I just watched….but he was so cute!!

    We finally get out the sanctuary and like most church folk my parents just kept talking and talking, but while I was sitting around, the list came back and I saw Bryson sitting down like literately a few seats away from me! So I decided to say hi I mean no harm in that. I went to him an at first I was kinda nervous, he looked like he didn’t want to be bothered, but then I pulled out my game player an he noticed my GTA San Andreas, then he said he liked it too an we started taking! He revealed he likes that new song by Mariah Carey that was his jam, an mines too, another thing we have in common! Then we started talking more about music an our favorite food, I even made him laugh a bit when I told him bout the time I got chased by a dog! We were enjoying each other’s company and I think I’m gettin to him, but then he wanted to ask me a personal question…..oh my god when a boy says that’s means he wants to know if I’m gay!! I was kinda worried cuz it might turn him off, but before he could ask my parents cane over an it was time to go, for the the first time i was glad my mom butted in my convo! Bryson left with his fam an he waved goodbye wit a smile! When we were in the car, all I could think about was Bryson and what he wanted to ask me! Lord give me strength……

    Monday, April 2005

    I was a senior at this preppy Christian school and I hated it so fuckin much! Everybody there was either a snob or a nerd or acted like they knew it all! But at least I made a couple friends,  Erica was like my day one yesss! She didn’t care if I was gay or not, and she wasn’t a messy bitch either, and we always have fun! I was kinda jealous of her because her parents were so open and liberal and my folks were so…..ugh, but prom was coming up and I didn’t have the slightest clue who I wanted to ask out……but I had to spill some tea.

    “So gurl who you takin to prom?”

    “I don’t know I want to take Ashley I mean she cute, but you see all this bawwdy chile I can snatch any bitch up in here….”

    “WATCH YOUR MOUTH MISS DIXON!” Shouted one teachers who interrupted Erica, because the school has a no swearing policy…but Erica had a wild mouth tho 

    “Ugh I hate this school, I’m so glad we graduating!” Erica

    “I know…..ooooh he kinda cute!” 

    I was looking at Ernest, HE WAS SO DAMN SEXY!! 

    He was captain of the basketball team and he always wore this tank top which showed off his sexy ass body! But like most of the basketball team he was totally straight and I knew I couldn’t approach him, but seeing him reminded me of Bryson…

    “Chile Ernest is sooo cute!” Said Erica 

    “I know, he makes me think nasty thoughts (laughter) but gurl I gotta tell you bout Bryson tho!”

    “Ooooh who Bryson?” 

    “Well I was at church yesterday and this new family came in, they had this fine ass son and his name Bryson he like dark skin and he got a lil beard goin on!” 

    “You need to snatch him up!” Erica said 

    “Yesss, hopefully but I don’t know he looks straight, I don’t wanna scare him away,”

    “Look just get to know him more and you know how boys are they take longer to reveal their feelings,”

    I gave what Erica said to thought and let things transcend naturally. When I got home after school I did my homework but after I was done, I got out this gay magazine from my closet I hid from my parents and I would look at all the hot gay boys, and I would think about having a boyfriend of my own! I been so confused about my sexuality forever, but since I turned 15 I was completely 100% gay!! I never told my parents about my sexuality because I knew how they were, I mean for loving Christians they talked so much shit about gays, and I just didn’t want the homophobic tension. 

    But while I was on the couch thinking about Bryson, I heard my mom come in the door, and she was happy as fuck!

    “You’re awfully happy,” 

    “Well It’s just that I ran into miss Roberts today and we have so much in common, so she invited us to dinner Saturday at her house, and I really think you an Bryson would make good friends!!” 

    And at that moment I felt that this was gon be a perfect to get close to that fine ass nigga!!

    Saturday afternoon…..

    It was the day or the cookout and I was kinda nervous about seeing Bryson again, but I hoped for the best. When we got to the Roberts house it was nice an big and then on the couch was Bryson cute ass!! 

    “Hey Bryson!” I said all innocent 

    “Aaron what’s up,” Bryson said in his sexy voice

    “Is that a Nintendo?” 

    “Yeah, you know I got more games in my room if you wanna see!” Said Bryson, as I saw a golden opportunity to get with this nigga!

    “Sure….hey mom I’m gonna look at games in Bryson’s room!”

    “Go head baby, me an Henrietta got soooo much to talk about!”

    “And while the women talk me and Gerald gon be on the grill!” Said Hank 

    So I went to this Bryson’s room, and he CLOSED THE DOOR!! I was in the room with boy! 

    “Wow you got so many games!”

    “Yeah I’m a gamer type, it’s like my hobby, what you like to do?” 

    “Well I like art, I sketch stuff, sometimes I paint, it’s lame but yeah that’s what I like,” 

    “Nah that’s dope, you got talent,”

    “I need to ask you something, you know when we first met last week and you wanted to ask me a personal question….”

    “Oh that, yeah I was gonna ask but I didn’t want to offend you….but do you like boys?” Bryson asked 

    “Yeah I’m gay, and I hope you don’t get offended but I have this big crush on you!” 

    “Oh really, how about a lil date tommorow after church?” Bryson asked 

    “Okay, I can just tell my parents I’m hanging with friends,”

    “They’re homophobic huh?” Bryson asked

    “Yeah, they want me involved in the church like the teen ministry and choir but I got tired of all that, like they don’t know I like art….and they don’t know I’m gay, but I really really like you tho,” 

    “I like you too, and I can keep a secret, you just seem like a cool person,” said Bryson 

    I COULDN’T FUCKIN BELIEVE IT, I WAS GOIN OUT WITH FINE ASS BRYSON!!! When we came out his room I had such a huge smile on my face, and even during dinner we all sat around this table and I even sat with Bryson! While my mom was saying prayer, Bryson looked at me and winked, which made me all kinds of excited!!! The dinner was over and it was time to go home to get ready for tomorrow, 

    “Alright hunny I’ll see you Sunday morning!” Said my mom 

    “Yes we will all be there!” Said Henrietta 

    “Bye Aaron, imma see you tomorrow if you know what I mean,” said Bryson giving me a smirk as he gave me his number 

    “Can’t wait,” I said with a huge smile on my face 

    “Bryson seems like a nice young man,” said my mom 

    “Yeah he his, he gon be a church tomorrow!”  

    As we were on our way home, all I could think about was Bryson’s face kissing mine, and holding his hand, I was so smitten! I COULDN’T WAIT TILL TOMORROW

    That Sunday Morning…..

    It was time for church, and the choir was singing the same long ass hour long songs, and the preacher…..the nigga was NyQuil on feet! I mean he was just so boring! But all I could think about was Bryson and our get together later on today, he said he was comin to get me after church like 5 or something, and I couldn’t wait!! I showed Bryson around to the teen ministry, and while all the other teens were talkin to each other we sat in a secluded part of the building, and we got to know each other on a deeper level…..

    “So do you like being in this church?” Bryson asked 

    “It’s a love hate relationship, I love God, but I hate some of these one sided church folk, like I know some of their kids and what they be doing!” 

    “Wow, do you feel bad for being gay, like everybody around you telling you it’s wrong and stuff, you goin to hell, like does it make you feel bad about it?” Bryson asked 

    “Sometimes, I remember one time In fourth grade, I was with a Friend and he was like my buddy, I was walking down the street holding his hand one day, and my mom caught me and told me to stop hanging out with him…..she said he was “too close” to me and that it would influence me and bring upon this unholy homosexual spirit…that’s when it started cuz i kinda had a little crush on him,” 

    “Dang, that’s messed up, I remember my first boy crush, it was during a sleepover and we was playing in a closet I don’t know what we were doing, but he kissed me….on the lips, then we felt so….wrong, he told me he never wanted to see me again, and I really felt ashamed after that, but it’s the way I feel I can’t help it!!” Said Bryson 

    “Well where exactly are you taking me out to? Inquiring minds wanna know..” 

    “It’s a surprise you’ll see, but only two more hours in this boring place and we really gon have some fun,” said Bryson 

    I was looking at the clock, I was waiting for the service to be over and we could all go home…and so I can be with man! Finally another hour passed and church was over, but in the reception hall our parents were in there yapping and eating chicken, Bryson thought this would be the perfect time…

    “Hey mom, can me and Aaron hang out for awhile, please?” Bryson asked 

    “Oh sure, y’all just be back before dark ya here!” Said Henrietta 

    “Where y’all going?” Asked my mom 

    “We just going to Richland Mall we won’t be gone for long,” said Bryson 

    “Oh ok well you have boys have fun now!” Said my mom 

    The mall was only like a couple blocks away from the church, but Bryson was standing in front of the church waiting for the bus,

    “Where you goin the mall I this way,” 

    “We ain’t goin to the mall!” 

    “Where the fuck going then?” 

    “Like I said it’s a surprise just cmon!” 

    Then the bus came, the reception hall was behind the main church building so nobody saw us. I trusted that Bryson knew where he was going, I was so nervous, I was practically sweating, but then suddenly….THIS NIGGA HELD MY HAND!!

    “Hey don’t be so nervous, trust you’ll love it!” 

    Then the bus went to downtown, and there was a park which had all these tents, we got off across the street and as we walked over there I saw all these artists and painters, it was amazing! 

    “Omg an art festival, thank you!!!” I shouted as I hugged him 

    “You welcome, I knew you like it!” Said Bryson, then for a few seconds we looked into each other’s eyes and I felt this passion like never before! But just when I thought we was about to kiss……this bitch kinda interrupts our moment!

    “Hi would you guys like me to draw you guys together…it’s only $20!”

    “Sure,” I said all happy 

    Then me and Bryson sat together, and he wrapped his arm around me, and I just leaned a lil closer to him, I didn’t know what was happening but I liked it a lot, he smelled so fuckin good!!! And the fact he had his arm around me, just made it like Romantic!!

    When the lady was done she showed it to us, and it was fuckin amazing, we really looked like a couple! After we walked thru the art festival for awhile we got some snow cones and then this nigga held my hand while we were walking! I was on cloud 9 at this point and he made me forget about everything! I didn’t know how this started but…..I really don’t want it to end! It was getting kinda late, and Bryson took me home, we were standing out in front of the house, (his house was literally like 3 blocks away) and before I went inside….

    “I really had a good time with you, I wanna see you again.” Said Bryson 

    “Me too, we can hang again like Friday night or something,” 

    “We can’t let nobody else know about this tho,”

    “I know, I know, but I feel it!!” I said 

    “I feel it too!” Said Bryson, then the nigga kissed me on the cheek!!! OMG I WAS SO HAPPY! 

    “Wow I never been kissed before!” I said all excited 

    “Yeah I just think you’re an amazing person…”

    “WILL YOU BE MY PROM DATE?” I just asked out of the bloom 

    “I never been to prom before, but yeah I’ll love to go with you!”

    Then me and Bryson looked into each other’s eyes for a couple minutes, we was smiling hard as fuck lol! But then he left and I watched him walk, I noticed he had lil booty goin on! When I got inside my parents were in the other room so I used that opportunity to hide the pic of me and Bryson, then I came out like shit didn’t happen!

    “Hey son, when you get in?” My dad asked 

    “Not too long ago, I really had a good time, me an Bryson really turning out to be good friends!”

    “That’s good, I bet you saw a lot of girls too, by the way have you asked a girl out to prom?” 

    “No not yet,” I lied, because I already got somebody…….BRYSON!!

    May 2005…..A WEEK BEFORE PROM

    Me and Bryson have been goin out for almost 2 months, and it was the best 2 months of my fuckin life! We went to movies, we went to the park, and I just bought my own car so we went to Myrtle Beach for a day….all this without our families knowing! When we be in the church we act like we just friends, and try to not look even a bit of gay, cause we know church folk love to talk shit. One day my parents were gone somewhere and since they was perfectly  comfortable with Bryson they didn’t mind him in the house…..or in my room! Anyways I was showing Bryson my sketch book and all my art and stuff, 

    “Damn babe, you’re dope, especially that one with super man!” He said complementing me

    “Aww thanks, lemme show you something else I been doing,”

    I was flipping thru the pages of my book when I felt Bryson put his arm around me…and I felt so good inside, it really put me in a good mood! There were many times I wanted to kiss him like in his mouth and feel that tongue of his yessss….but for now I just wanted to take things slow, but it was no doubt we both felt ready…

    “You don’t know how bad I really want to make love to you…” said Bryson 

    “I know, but babe let’s wait a bit it’s only been 2 months plus I never had a boyfriend before so give me some time.” I said 

    “Ok I just love you so much, these past 2 months were the best of my life,” said Bryson

    “I love you too, what you wearing to prom?”

    “Well I was thinking I would wear like a tux, you know something classy,” 

    “I already got my suit!” I said as I showed him my white suit 

    “I can’t wait for prom night….” said Bryson we both looked into the mirror so damn happy

    Prom night…..

    I came down the steps in my white suit, I felt so fly!! My mom was all over the place just cryin an emotional like goddamn it ain’t all that! I told my parents I was going by myself, Bryson said he was gonna meet me at the place (since his school just so happens to be hosting a prom not far from the venue). Now I know it’s kinda risky, we don’t know whose gon snitch or who got diarrhea of the mouth…because I want to keep this low key, but I don’t care what happens nothin will stop me from loving him!!

    “Ooooh don’t you look cute….ugh my baby’s going to prom (crying)!” My mom being all hysterical 

    “Pat calm down now, the boy is just going to prom he ain’t getting Married!” Said my dad

    “Well I don’t wanna be late!” I said trying to get  to my car 

    “So you goin by yourself son?” 

    “Yeah dad but it’s no biggie,” 

    “All those girls in school you couldn’t find one?” 

    “I don’t know, look I got to go bye y’all!” 

    Ugh I was so glad to get away from them, wishin I could be so open with them but I didn’t have much time to worry, cause I only had like 30 or so minutes to get to prom! When I got to the ballroom I was kinda nervous, like I never danced with anybody before let alone another boy, but then I saw Bryson in his suit and he was just soooo….

    “Damn you look good babe!” I said 

    “You look good too, I mean damn I’m lucky!” Said Bryson 

    As we went into the ballroom we saw my girl Erica and her date, Jada, we got some looks from others because we looked like a bunch of friends but we just gay couples…cause Christian schools really didn’t like gays so we knew we had to keep it on the low!

    “Hey gurl!!” 

    “Hey boo and…..who is this best friend?”  Erica asked all interested 

    “Wassup I’m Bryson, I’m his date!” 

    “Oooop…..oooop…OOOOP bestie he cute!!” 

    “I know he is, we been going out for 2 months now….”

    “ALRIGHT EVERYBODY ITS TIME TO GRAB THAT SPECIAL SOMEBODY ITS TIME FOR THAT SLOW JAM!”

    Then we all got up, they was playing one of my favorite songs by Monica an Usher, then Bryson grabbed my waist and brung me closer to him, I felt his body on mine, damn it felt good…..at that moment I didn’t think about who’ll find out or what happens next, I was in in the arms of this fine ass nigga!

    “I love you so much……” Bryson said softly 

    “I….I love you too,” I said in a shaky voice 

    Then suddenly it happened, WE FINALLY KISS….LIKE IN THE MOUTHS!!! We both felt it like I swore that kiss lasted like 3 minutes but his lips were so good I wouldn’t let go!!

    After prom was over we both went to my car, and then Bryson looked into my eyes, and we had another kiss, goddamn his lips felt good….but It didn’t stop there, he kissed my neck…..all I could think was DAMN DAMN DAMN!! Then he put his hand on my thighs as he was reaching closer to me, I knew after those kisses it was goin down….

    “I want you so bad….” Bryson said as he ripped off his shirt SHOWIN A BAWWDY after that I couldn’t resist 

    “I want you too Daddy…..” I said as I started pulling off my clothes! At this point we both hard and ready, Bryson was putting it down!! I mean after some sloppy tongue kisses I lifted my legs to roof, now mind you my car is a Camry so it ain’t that big, but we didn’t give a fuck! I managed to roll my seat down low enough to lie on my back and let Bryson smash my backs! I had some lotion in car as lube as at first it kinda hurt but then after a few thrust I was in heaven!!!! AND WHEN HE TALKED ALL NASTY, SMACKING MY ASS WHILE HE WENT FASTER I WAS MOANING AND GRABBING THE SEAT CAUSE BRYSON WAS SO DAMN ROUGH! After that he cums an pulls out, but I’m kinda paralyzed from him goin balls deep like I was breathing so hard like I ran a damn track!! THEN HE PROCEEDS TO EAT MY ASS AND AGAIN SMACKS IT WHILE BURYING HIS FACE…..OH GOD I WAS BLESSED THAT NIGHT!!

    We sat in the car for like 15 minutes, the car was kinda stuffy cause of the sweat and the smell of me and Bryson….that’s the smell of love! 

    “That was fuckin amazing, my ass feels kinda numb,” I said 

    “You’re so tight, like damn, but you was delicious!” Bryson said with his happy ass 

    “You’re such a freak…..but at least we finally made love babe!” 

    “Yeah, and damn its like 1:45 in the mornin!” 

    “OH SHIT I GOTTA GET HOME!” I jumped up an said cause I knew my parents might be getting suspicious 

    Me an Bryson put our clothes on, trying to make it look like nothing happened, some cum got on my pants so I wiped it off as good as I could, then after I dropped Bryson off at his house I went back home and my parents were waiting for me…

    “Son it’s almost 2:am what happened?” Asked my dad 

    “Well it kinda went a lil longer than I thought and then there was like a lil after party sorry I forgot to call!” I lied like a muthafucka 

    “Alright well at least you had a good time with ya friends, but next time call!” My dad said 

    “Okay imma get ready for bed goodnight!” I said as I slithered into my room

    I knew I couldn’t keep this relationship hidden forever, but tonight was so amazing, I NEVER had sex before let alone with another boy! But it felt sooo good, but deep down I just know something bout to happen…..and I’m gonna have to deal with it.

    Graduation Day – June 2005

    I finally got my diploma and I was Able to leave this stupid school, I had a 3.5 gpa so I was kind of a smart ass lol and to celebrate my acceptance to Northwestern University my the church decided to have this cookout type of celebration at the reception hall, and my dad boasted about me when the preacher called all the graduates up to the podium! It was me, Shanine, Brandon, and, Detravious and of course my boo thang Bryson!! I hated this church so much….like almost everyone here was fake and phony, but I didn’t care cause today was the beginning of my future, and hopefully Bryson will be in it. We all went to the reception hall and had some food, of course my mom and Bryson’s mom were crying like babies cause we was about to branch out and be grown, and these annoying old ass church folk kept badgering me about college girls like who gives a fuck!

    “So you gon date them college girls huh?” Asked old ass deacon George 

    “Yeah I can’t wait!” I said tryna act straight as I can 

    “Well you know son it’s a different world than high school, them girls a lil wild ya know I what I mean.” 

    “I bet I’ll find out…..hey dad imma go get some cake!” I said as I slithered away from these straight folk, I was gonna get some of this yummy ass cake, when I saw Bryson getting some cake too….

    “Hey baby!” Bryson said 

    “Hey, this cake looks good huh,” 

    “It ain’t like yours tho, now that was good!” Bryson said referring to our hot car sex after prom 

    “Baby you had me weak, when can we…do it again?” I asked, feenin for that sex 

    “I need to talk to you bout something can we sit on the bench outside.” 

    This sounded kinda serious, so we both took our cake and went outside to the bench, I thought we were gonna break up or some shit I mean I was very nervous! But Bryson told me this news that he was gonna join the army, and that he leaves in a month or so for basic training….I was crushed!

    “So you’re leaving me?” I asked 

    “Well kinda but babe just know I’ll never ever forget about you!” Bryson said 

    “What about that sex we had, babe I wanna do that again, an again, I just want you!” I was raising my voice 

    “Look baby don’t trip, it’s in Virginia you can come visit me!” 

    “I can, so this won’t be the end of us?” I asked all emotional 

    “Nah, there’ll never be an end to this….baby we belong together, don’t you know that! I love you so so much it’s gonna hurt not seeing you!” Bryson said as he was gettin emotional 

    “Awww I love you so much too…..you know ain’t nobody out here, can I have a kiss….”

    Then Bryson gave me such a good ass kiss, damn……DAMN, I practically had my legs wrapped around, then we both laid on the table just caught up in our love, kissing endlessly!But then suddenly our parents just so happened to come outside and you can only guess what happened next….

    “BRYSON WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!!” 

    “MOM!”

    “AARON!!” 

    “Um…..it’s not what it looks like mom….” 

    Later on that day was like being in hell! My parents were so upset more than ever! They sat me down and we had like this super tense moment, I basically revealed everything about me and Bryson, how we met and everything…

    “So he’s your boyfriend?” Asked my mom

    “…..Yeah,” I said depressingly 

    “Did you guys……have sex?” My mom asked me nervously 

    “Yes…..after prom” I revealed 

    After that my mom put her head in shame, she then started crying like it was sooooo dramatic! I tried to go over to comfort her but she pushed me away! My dad looked at me in disgust, as an upcoming pastor he couldn’t have a gay son that would be bad for his lil image or whatever, so later on he took me back to the church, we were the only ones there, and as went inside the sanctuary he made me get on my knees and he put this oil on my forehead and started praying hard as hell! He was crying I was crying, I felt mega bad about the love me an Bryson had and I felt so ashamed, my parents made me feel like a fuckin pervert!! 

    “LORD OH LORD, GET THIS UNCLEAN SPIRIT OUT OF MY CHILD, OH LORD IT GOT A HOLD OF HIM RELEASE IT……RELEASE IT NOW LORD!!!!” My dad was just so damn extra  

    Two days later…..

    My dad told me to come to the living room, I didn’t know if he was goin to do another kamikaze prayer or what, but as I sat down in the living room they really looked at me like they had something planned for me…..

    “What’s going on?” 

    “Son, we know you cant shake this….this homosexual spirit all by yourself, which is why you are going to Orange Grove,” 

    “LOOK YALL DONT UNDERSTAND, I LOVE BRYSON, I LOVE HIM, I DONT NEED FIXING I JUST WANNA SEE HIM!” I protested 

    “Son you are not right…….you’re not right, how can you lay with another man with a smile on your face DONT YOU KNOW WHAT THE BIBLE SAYS!!”  My mom started getting emotional again

    “Trust us this is for your own good….”

    Orange Grove was like this super uppity school in North Carolina with crosses on the lawn! It was like some San Quentin shit like all the girls dressed like the damn 1950s and church was mandatory…..EVERY MORNING! Aside from what I heard I didn’t know what to expect but I really didn’t have a choice, it was non refundable and I really wanted to make my parents love me, and I was willing to anything to get them to love me again even if it meant being “straight” again…….big fuckin mistake!

    Orange Grove University, August 2005

    It was a rough summer, I mean it was so much tension, and my parents doing everything they could to make me straight, I really missed Bryson at this point, but he was In the army somewhere an was pretty much gone now! I still loved Bryson with all my heart….and that’s something my parents would never understand! But today was the day I moved in to this dorm at the school, it really felt like a fuckin prison I mean we couldn’t cuss or anything, girls wore skirts down to the knees! And of course the most important one…..we had to go to chapel every morning and it just like church back at home just more boring! My parents pretty much forced me to go to this place so I guess I make the best of it….

    When I went to lunch at the cafeteria I sat usually by myself, I called my friend Erica back home and boy was it a relief to hear her voice…

    “Hey aaronnnnnnn!” 

    “Hey gurl how you been?”

    “Well I’m a freshman at UNC and chile these girls fine as shit, like imma be busy…….how you been!”

    “Not so good, my parents found out about me an Bryson and I haven’t talked to him since, and gurl they really were angry like everything was goin good till they caught us kissin!”

    “Omg why they so mad Bryson makes you happy tho!”

    “I KNOW, but they went all crazy TRYNA pray the gay out of me and signing me up for this upiddy Christian school like gurl…..I wish I can run away and be with Bryson but he told me he joined the army so….I feel so ashamed!

    “BABY DONT BE ASHAMED OF WHO YOU ARE YOURE GAY AINT NOTHIN WRONG WITH THAT FUCK WHAT YOURE PARENTS THINK GOD KNOWS YOU GAY…AN OBVIOUSLY HE STILL CARES!!” 

    “Thanks gurl, maybe me an Bryson will get back together because I really do miss him….”

    After I talked to Erica I was sitting at the table by myself and then I overheard these other boys talkin, they were talkin all this shit about gays and how they were going to hell, I felt so uncomfortable and it brought back flashbacks about my dad trying to pray the gay out of me and how my parents basically made me feel like shit just because I was in love with Bryson…..so I left the cafeteria with a tears in my eyes back to my dorm. When I got to my room I just was wallowing in my shame, then I thought about if god would really let me into heaven, being that I already fucked Bryson and let him eat an smash my booty! Later on that day I went to chapel and I really didn’t want to but something inside me thought it was a good idea…..

    “Aaron what are you doing here, chapel is closed.” Said minister Clarence 

    “I need to talk to you…it’s important.” 

    “What’s the issue young man?” 

    “You see I’m gay…..and I want to go into heaven but I already had sex…with another guy an stuff, will god forgive me?”

    “You can beat this perversion, and you came to the right place, there is no full proof way to get rid of homosexuality but with a little prayer everyday and ignoring those desires as best as you can you can find deliverance!” Minister said 

    Then I took those words into context and after his advice I started to think….what was wrong with me? All those lessons in Sunday school and surrounded by the church environment like I knew what I felt….but it felt so wrong, I don’t know I mean I knew Bryson really loved me but he’s gone now, his parents probably came down his throat too just like mine! But deep down I still wanted to be with him no matter how much I tried to resist…

    A month later……

    I been at this boujee school for a bit now and slowly I was working on myself. I focused more on my drawings, even tho I was in school for a BA. I loved art, that was one of the electives I had no issues with, everyday during lunch I sit by myself and just doodle away in my notebook, when one day this girl from art class came an sat next to me…..

    “Hey Aaron,” 

    “Hey Joslyn, what you doin here?”

    “I saw you by yourself and I thought I give you some company!” 

    “Thanks, but I’m alright!” 

    “What you drawing it looks amazing?” 

    “It’s a hero I made I don’t know exactly what I should call him tho,” 

    “You know I got my own sketch book in my place…..

    I was trying to focus on my art but damn…..this girl was kinda thick and perfect shape, I don’t know what was going thru my head but I think this how straight boys act. Joslyn took me to her dorm and showed me all her paintings and stuff like she was a serious artist!

    “Damn you got skills!”

    “Thanks, I just love art you know, it’s so freeing and I can just be in my own world!” 

    “Yeah I know….hey I didn’t know you had super man comics!

    “Yeah just a little collection but nothing over the top you know!”

    “I’m kinda want a latte you want one too?” I asked 

    “Ooooh yeah I can sure use one!” 

    And at that point I didn’t know it but……I think I just asked this girl out! So me and Joslyn went to the school coffee stand and got lattes and basically just talked for like 2 hours, I was connecting so much with this gurl, and I was actually enjoying her company! After that lil date I took her back to her dorm room and we said goodbye. I asked her if we could do this lil “latte date” again, and she said yes, and for the first time since all the drama with Bryson, I actually thought I was over him and STRAIGHT just like folks wanted me to be! But no matter how hard I try, Bryson was still on my mind, and maybe we might run into each other again who knows…maybe it was just a phase……

    January 10th, 2007

    Me an Joslyn been seeing each other for like 11 months pretty much! She was so cool and we have everything in common, our art is what brought us together, and I started to really feel something for her! Sometimes I think abut Bryson but as I get more and more in touch with Joslyn and grow closer……I actually think I’m straight again!! Maybe my parents were right, and when I went to chapel with Joslyn we sit with each other and it just like being in church again! After chapel we was about to head back to class when Minister Clarence came up to me…

    “Aaron, can I speak to you for a minute,”

    “Yeah Minister?” 

    “I see you been delivered, no more homosexual lust or desires?” He asked 

    “No I really think God changed me! Like I have a girlfriend pretty much now!” 

    “Well I see the lord has saved you from a trip to hell, well you take care….and you two look wonderful together,” said the minister as he walked away 

    I was actually enjoying this straight thing….kinda, but when I hear like Mariah Carey I get like super gay boy again lol, but I’m trying to refrain from acting to so flamboyant, because Im now “delivered” and I kinda wanna stay that way……kinda.

    Later on in the day I was in my dorm getting ready for another date with Joslyn and I was kinda finishing a sketch I was doing, when suddenly my parents called…..I was hesitant to answer them at first after that homophobic fiasco and putting me into this boring ass school! But now that imma changed man I thought maybe they should know about me and Joslyn.

    “Hey mom hey dad!”

    “Hey Aaron how you liking the new school?” Mom asked 

    “Well I kinda have a surprise for you guys, but I’m coming home for the weekend I’ll show you guys then!”

    “Son what’s going on, is anything I should be concerned about,” asked dad 

    “Nah nah look just trust me you’ll like it!” 

    Then after I hung up the phone I found a couple pics of me an Joslyn I put in my wallet, I was gonna take them with me when I see my family again.

    Saturday Morning…..

    After much thought I decided to go back to Columbia and see my parents, I even promised to go to church with them! When I got there mom greeted me and dad hugged me, we sat down on the couch and I just told them….

    “Things are going good at school, listen I know last year you guys didn’t like my…..gay relationship with Bryson but some things have changed…..in delivered!” I jumped up and said 

    “What do you mean Aaron?” Dad asked 

    “Look…..this is Joslyn, my um…..girlfriend!” 

    “Oh Aaron, she’s pretty!” Mom said beaming with joy 

    “Yeah we met in art class, she’s pretty, she means a lot to me…”

    “Well son, I’m glad you going on the right path, because you don’t want to be caught in a unnatural spirit, you know what I mean son!” Dad lectured 

    “Yeah dad I understand,” 

    “Well tomorrow I want us all to go to church!” Mom said 

    I didn’t know what to feel, going back to my old church where me an Bryson started our relationship, it was kinda bittersweet cause I wouldn’t see him again..

    Sunday morning….

    It was time to back to church, and I was sitting in the sanctuary with my parents. All the nosey ass, old ass, hypocritical ass church folk came and tried to get into my business! I showed all them Joslyn, one bitch even asked about marrying her!! Like no we just dating it ain’t serious like that! Then across the way I saw Bryson’s mom she was all by herself in the middle pew, so after the preacher was done I went over to talked to her….

    “Hey miss Roberts….” 

    “What do you want…” Henrietta asked kinda meanly 

    “I just wanted to say hi, I thought…..

    “You thought what….you think imma forget seeing you kiss all on my son!” She protested 

    “Look I’m sorry, but I’m straight now pretty much, look at my girlfriend….what ever happened to Bryson?” 

    “He joined the army, we didn’t talk for a bit but he’s getting over it…..let’s hope it stays that way!” Said Henrietta 

    Seeing the mean look in her eyes was just made me relive the shameful feeling allover again! Like at this point I just wanted to get away from here, an get on with my life…..later on that night I said goodbye to my folks, they liked Joslyn a lot and now mom talkin bout marriage….bitch slow ya rolls! On the drive back I turned on the radio to have somethin to listen to and low an behold it was “Hurts The Most” by Monica…..man just hearing those lyrics I began to think about me an Bryson, I tried to get it out my mind but those times he held my hand, the car sex, his smile…..GODDAMN I MISS HIM SOO MUCH!!!

    When I came back to my dorm, I kinda had tears in my eyes, I lost the REAL love of my life! I thought being with Joslyn and being straight is what God wanted….but maybe he knows that deep down I LOVE BRYSON!!!

    I was still awake so I decided to work on some graphics on my laptop, when I checked my phone….it had a voicemail, and I got the best news of my life!!

    “Hi this is Mindy from Covertoons Creations we saw your portfolio and we would love to discuss an opportunity of Creative Partner for our firm in New York….call us back, bye!” 

    “OH MY GAWWWWWWD……OMG OMG OMG I GOTTA CALL THESE FOLKS BACK THIS COULD BE MY BIG BREAK……HELLO, yeah I got your message…..nah it’s okay I’m usually up this late….yeah I’m very interested I’ll take it…..nah NYC ain’t no problem….good I’ll see you Tuesday….thank you so much bye!!” 

    And after that good news I was running up and down, like a crazy ass child, then I almost forgot To call Joslyn…..cause that’s my girlfriend…I called her and I knew it was kinda late but it was big news! She told me that she had a huge event coming up at her church and she couldn’t make it, but she said she’ll support me all the way!!

    Tuesday January 14th, 2007….

    I WAS IN NEW YORK FUCKIN CITY!!! I got a lil hotel in Queens cause lord knows I can’t afford no fancy Manhattan lodge! I went to see the folks that called me, they were working on this huge project…..superstar rapper Ja Rule wanted to make his own cartoon basically, and I showed them my designs and then they went to a board room meeting, at first I was nervous as hell but then they came out all smiles!!

    “Aaron…we are pleased to welcome you to the Covertoons team!!” Said Mindy 

    I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN SHE SAID THAT OMG!! WHEN I GOT OUT I DECIDED TO GO TO MANHATTAN AT ONE OF THOSE OLD SCHOOL DINERS JUST CELEBRATE WITH A BIG JUCIY BURGER AND FRIES!!! I called Joslyn and told her all the good fuckin news!

    “OMG BABE CONGRATS!! THIS IS SOOOOO HUGE LIKE OH MY GOD…..JA RULE…..I WISH I WAS UP THERE TO CELEBRATE WITH U!!” 

    “It’s okay…..listen imma go to Central Park I always wanted to go there!!

    I was so excited, I had the biggest smile on my face!! I didn’t tell my parents yet because they really don’t care for art….I was happy as a jay bird I didn’t look where I goin till I bumped into somebody…….

    “Oh…..I’m so sorry bro!”

    “Nah it’s al…….Aaron!

    “Bryson………!”

    I couldn’t believe it……Bryson was standing right in front of me! I missed him soooo much, at first I thought I forgot about him and I wasn’t gay no more…but seeing him instantly brought back those memories! 

    “How you been?” He asked in that deep voice that I missed 

    “Wow…um a lot has happened, you wanna go for a lil walk?”

    Then Bryson left the waitress a tip, and we walked out the diner….TOGETHER! We were basically walkin up and down 4th avenue and time just flew by!! I see this man kinda changed in a year, he grew a lil beard (which was very sexy) he got new haircut, and he gotta lil thick too….lord he had a really nice ass! But I told him everything that happened…

    “Man life been crazy….I joined the army like I said, my parents were pissed because of us being together so we didn’t talk for a bit but they slowly forgiving me, I was stationed at a base on Long Island and after I was discharged they paid for my construction certificate and now I’m workin here in the big apple!” 

    “Damn I’m happy for you! Well after we split my folks were determined to get the gay outta me so they sent me to this like Christian college and then I met this girl named Joslyn….we been seeing each other for like 7 months or so…”

    “Do you like her?” Bryson asked 

    “Well I thought I was straight again, but………Bryson I missed you, you had no idea how much it killed me inside when you were gone, I….”

    “Aaron, do you still love me?” Bryson asked as he came closer to me 

    “Yes…..yes I do, I never really stopped!” 

    AND THEN IN THAT MOMEMT WE SHARED A LONG OVERDUE KISS….AND AT THAT MOMENT I FORGOT WHO JOSLYN EVEN WAS! DAMN THAT KISS FELT SOOOO GOOD WE BOTH DIDN’T EVEN WANNA STOP…..but that’s how much I missed him!

    “Baby, we can we back to yo place?” I asked him softly

    “Ain’t even gotta ask……”

    Then we both looked into each other’s eyes and smiled!! He took me to his temporary apartment in Brooklyn and he took me to his room…..this nigga dimmed the lights, took off my shirt an started kissing my neck, his lips felt so good and he knew how to kiss!! Then pushed me on the bed and then he got on top and ripped off his shirt….HOLY FUCK…BEING IN THAT ARMY BUFFED HIM UP GODDAMN HE WAS SO BUILT!! 

    Then he took my hand and put it on his chest….I felt his abs….IT MADE ME SO WEAK! Suddenly he rips my pants off, uplifts my legs and then pressed his chocolate body on top of mine kissing all on me! 

    “You ready for it….,”

    “Yes daddy…..”

    Then Bryson buried his face into my booty and his tongue action was just……I was grabbing sheets, it was like prom night allover again!! Then he got his two fingers an inserted them in my hole, he was wiggling an twisting, got my booty real loose an wet!! After he got me super stimulated He then got this cream, rubbed on his hard dick and then a lil on my backdoor…..and I felt him as he went inside, giving it a couple strokes and then HARDER AND FASTER, KISSIN ON ME WHILE HE WAS POUNDING….I WAS MOANING HARD AS FUCK!! HE HAD SUCH GOOD DICK YOU COULD LITERALLY HEAR MY CHEEKS BEING CLAPPED!! I FELT LIKE THIS WOULD GO ON ALL NIGHT…..THEN HE PULLED OUT AN BUSTED A BIG NUT ON MY FACE, I WAS SO DRENCHED! THEN HE KISS ME IN MY MOUTH WITH CUM ALL OVER MY LIPS. BRYSON KNEW ALL MY SPOTS 

    It was morning and the aftermath of our hot sex! Bryson was makin breakfast for me while I slept in the bed, I woke up to see him cookin ooooh he looked so sexy, all shirtless and chocolate! 

    “Good morning baby!” He said 

    “Good morning babe, my sexy ass nigga! 

    “How you feelin?”

    “Like a train just ran thru me…..a really nice big train!”

    “Yeah last night was amazing as fuck I’m still kinda feelin it!” He said as we both kissed

    “Well I wanted to you yesterday but….we got occupied….um you know how I told you I like art and stuff, well this like cartoon company called me, BABY YOU LOOKIN AT A CREATIVE PARTNER FOR COVERTOONS!!”

    “Oh shit baby this is great, where is it?”

    “That’s another thing, it’s here in New York, so I was thinking now that we back together we can live together…cuz Bryson, baby I wanna be with you!” 

    “I want you too, let’s do it let’s move in together, so I can run that train thru you over an over!!” 

    This was like a dream come true, me an Bryson were finally back together! I knew I couldn’t be straight, I can’t stop loving this nigga! But there was one issue…..before I go any further I had move away from Orange Grove and Joslyn. I don’t know how I’ll break the news to her but she has to know! 

    Saturday January 18th, 2007…..

    After a couple days reuniting with Bryson….and more bomb sex, we decided it was time to get my things from the college and move into Bryson’s place, so we drove down to North Carolina and as I went into my dorm with Bryson, Joslyn saw me…..and she was upset.

    “What happened to you! You left for 4 days and don’t even call….who is she!” 

    “Look I can explain, first I got the job and I’m moving to New York, but there isn’t a “she”….this is Bryson….my boyfriend!”

    Then Joslyn suddenly ran away to like this corner, I knew she wouldnt take it well but I had to tell her! So I found her on this bench crying,

    “Why, why did you do this to me I thought we had something!” She wailed 

    “I know, but I didn’t tell you but before you me and Bryson were together and then our parents found out and we split apart, I thought when I met you I was straight but…..”

    “You still love him don’t you?”

    “I never really stopped.”

    “Does he make you happy?”

    “Hell yeah, Im very happy, I didn’t mean to lead you on like this but I’m gay, and I love that man with everything in me!” 

    “If you’re truly happy, then I can’t stand in the way, I don’t understand it but I can see that you really love him and by the look on your face I bet he puts it down!” 

    “Yesss!” 

    “I’m sorry Aaron,” 

    Then me and Joslyn like hugged it out, she cried a lil bit but at least she understands….after I got my stuff me and Bryson went back to OUR home and we felt like a real couple! All this time I waited for this moment, and my heart finally found a place where it belonged….with this man! But our parents who split us up to begin with didn’t know, so me and Bryson decided not to tell them…..at least not now but when we feel ready.

    April 9th, 2007

    Bryson and me have been living together for a few months, and my career was taking off, I really was in a good place on my life! But then Bryson knew the lease the apartment was almost up and his 21st birthday was coming up so I decided since we was both bringing in some good ass money that for his birthday we get somethin real nice…..A HOUSE! Now New York ain’t the most affordable place, and we kind got tired of the city so Bryson drove me out to this lil town called Coram like it was near East Hampton that’s how far it was! 

    “Are we almost there yet?” I asked 

    “Babe calm down the map says the house should be right up this street!”

    Then Bryson turned down this street and came up to this cute lil house…

    It was $274,000 and in New York that was a fuckin bargain! We looked around and decided at that moment it was the perfect house! 

    “Baby let’s get this house! With our jobs we can afford it!” I said happily 

    “Yeah it’s great, but it’s just one more thing that’ll make it all perfect….”

    “What,?”

    THEN SUDDENLY BRYSON GOT ON ONE KNEE AND TOOK OUT THIS RING!!!!!

    “BRYSON!!”

    “Aaron, I love you so much, when we met in church I knew you were special! I want to share my life with you, we can’t move into this house unless you be my husband, my partner, my prince……..so right here right now will you marry me?” 

    “YESSSSSSSSS I LOVE YOU YESSSS! I yelled out so loud 

    Then Bryson put the ring on my finger, and we both sealed it with such a long kiss! I CANT BELIVE THE BOY WHO I MET IN CHURCH LAST YEAR WAS GONNA BE MY HUSBAND!!!

    March 25th, 2017

    OMG TIME REALLY FLEW BY!! Me an Bryson have been officially married for 10 years. We got married on the coast of Cape Cod, and our honeymoon was just amazing, I was GETTIN DICK ON THE DAILY, and I was looking forward to our life, I saw it like a lifelong sleepover with my best Freind an lover!  Every year we gotten better and better, Bryson had his construction job and he was a joint partner with some big developer in NYC, and then lil ol me….After that big break at Covertoons I was Partner permanently and I helped make cartoons for PBS,  which was a huge accomplishment! There were some bumps in the road tho, difficult things happened such as Bryson’s parents both split up back in 09, and then I had a lil health scare when I found out I had Chrons Disease…..I had to get a surgery and be on tough medications but Bryson was there thru everything! I took every moment we had as something special, like every anniversary we travel some place exotic like Peru, Egypt or Paris, and we even thought about having kids thru a surrogate but with our busy lives we decided to get like 2 Siberian huskies and a pet hamster lol, THOSE WERE OUR KIDS! And how can I forget our house….the same place Bryson proposed to me and where cuddle every winter around the fireplace, invited Erica from the old school days (she actually had a longtime girlfriend) an we got to connect and we kept in touch ever since…things were going good one day until Bryson recommended we do something that was very hard but had to be done…..go down south and tell our parents about our relationship!

    “Babe I know you aren’t really keen on doin this but we been hiding it the best we can, it’s time to let them know!” Said Bryson

    “I don’t know, I mean do really need to tell them, and go off on us like when they caught us,” 

    “Well whether they accept it or not we gotta get this load off our chest!” Said Bryson 

    We been kinda playing our folks throughout the years telling them stupid shit like “oh I’m dating here an there but still single” or “I’m too busy to get married” but we never came out and told them about our marriage or our lives, how we kept it up I don’t know but I was ready this time to revisit the past…

    The Weekend Before my Birthday….

    Me an Bryson packed our car our lil trip to South Carolina, on the highway he held my throughout the trip and as I was looking out the window, I was getting flashbacks of when my parents found out about us, when they came for me an made the love between us feel like it was totally wrong. But whatever happens on this trip im ready to deal with it….

    We came back to Columbia our old town and a lot had changed, but one thing still remained untouched an that was the old church! The same church I was in most of my life, in almost every aspect, where I met the love of my life and where I almost got disowned too. Me and Bryson walked around church property and just reminiscing at some things, we just wondered……if being gay was such a bad thing then God wouldn’t have let us experience love like this! After walking around church we went to my old house, which had been 10 years, and as I knocked on the door I was so nervous but I had to deal with it….

    “AARON….WHAT YOU DOIN HERE!” Mom shouted 

    “I wanted to see y’all it’s been awhile!”

    “How your chrons? Is it getting better?” 

    “Hey son how you been?” Dad as he came in 

    “Everything’s alright but mom, dad it’s been a long time but I have to tell you something…”

    “What is it baby?” 

    Then Bryson came inside an stood next to me, we were both nervous, my parents hadn’t seen Bryson in 10 years pretty much so they didn’t know the man next to me! But I couldn’t keep it in no longer….

    “Yall remember Bryson that boy from church, you know you caught us kissin years ago?”

    “Yeah….Aaron what’s goin on who’s this man!” Mom asked 

    “I’m Bryson, and 10 years ago me an Aaron here got married in New York,” 

    “WAIT WAIT HOLD UP, AARON SON YOU MEAN TO TELL ME……YOU GAY AGAIN!” Dad shouted

    “I always been gay…..I thought I was over him and then Joslyn cane along but I couldn’t help the way I feel about him…..DAD I LOVE HIM!!” I pleaded 

    Soon my dad just stared at me for like a minute I thought he was about to hit me but instead he just walked away and locked himself in his room…mom on the other wasn’t exactly done with me,

    “SO ITS TRUE, YOU TWO GUYS HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR TEN DAMN YEARS AN YOU DONT TELL NOBODY!”

    “Mom I wanted to tell you many times, but we knew it be like this and I didn’t want you to hate me, that’s why I didn’t tell you!

    “I……I NEED A MINUTE!!” 

    Then my mom rushed into my old room an slammed the door, and after this moment my hear just kinda sank, Bryson saw my face like I was literally about to cry, I just felt so bad!!

    “Babe it’ll be okay, don’t cry,” Bryson said tryna comfort me 

    “(Crying) I just…..feel so fuckin bad…..I just want them to understand how much……how much I love you!!” 

    “Look I think we just gotta give them some time, Cmon i don’t like seeing you like this it hurts!” Bryson pleaded 

    “Okay babe……”

    So Bryson took my teary eyed self to the car, and he gave me some tissue and then wrapped his arms around me…trying to comfort me, and we sat there just holding each other for like 10 minutes. We kinda got hungry so after that depressing moment we went to Randy’s which was like my fav spot just up the road from the church, I had a coke float with whip cream my fav drink an some hot dogs, It put a smile on my face that was for sure! Bryson decided that maybe it would best if we left South Carolina for good since there was so much tension from our loved ones!

    “Im sorry babe, I thought coming here for our anniversary would be like special but it made you cry and quite frankly I’m feelin kinda uncomfortable too,”

    “Well since we down here, you wanna go to Myrtle Beach like we did before, watch the waves and just sit in the car…..us together!” 

    “That sounds like an idea, it’ll be better than dealing with this homophobia we walked into,” 

    Our minds were practically made up at that point, and we decided to ditch town and head for the beach! But suddenly my mom walked in and she had somethin in her hand…..

    “Aaron I need to talk to you!”

    “Yeah what is it?” 

    “I was in your room an I just…..I was crying and lookin at your old stuff thinkin how much my child changed and then I found this picture of you an…..an Bryson together 12 years ago!”

    “Wow babe look it the pic this woman drew of us at that art festival, that was like our first date!” 

    “So you guys been together for that long?” 

    “Yeah, then my parents found out and I ran-away from home, damn they was angry! I joined the army and even tho we was apart for a long time I never stopped thinkin bout him….he got rid of his girlfriend for me!” Bryson explained 

    “Yeah an when we ran into each other in New York it was like the love never left…..we wanted to tell you all these years but I didn’t wanna loose you,”

    “You guys really look good together, listen Aaron I been selfish, all those in church we taught not to judge an here I am pushing you away because you’re different…..IM SO SORRY!!” Cried my mom as she hugged me 

    “I love you mom!” I cried as I hugged back 

    “Bryson I’m sorry, you seem to make Aaron very happy, and it’ll take me awhile but I’m not gonna stand in y’all way!”

    And then at that moment I felt kinda closer to my mom, and then as she hugged Bryson too I felt like we were this big happy family, well not totally but we getting there…..but mom proposed that before we leave back to New York me an Bryson come to church service just one last time, my dad is now head preacher and speaks the word every third Sunday, and mom thought it would be the loving Christian thing to do by inviting me an my husband! We were kinda hesitant at first but we decided to let everybody know bout us!!

    Sunday Morning, OUR TENTH ANNIVERSARY…..

    It was our 10th anniversary omg!!! I been officially married to this man for 10 years! I couldn’t believe it, after we had amazing anniversary sex….I mean mind blowing back blowout!! We both got ready to go to church but only for a lil while before we have to go back to New York (before a lil stop on the beach tho). When we got to the church we saw mom in the front pew and as we sat behind her we didn’t hold hands or nothin because we didn’t want to attract attention. We watched my dad preach for like an hour or so and it was time to leave, when my mom got up and took the microphone,

    “Y’all I was just wanna say my son is back in town and he brought a special person with him…”

    Then my mom came to me an gave me the microphone, and that’s when in front of all these church people told about our relationship..

    “Hi everyone you might remember me I’m pat son Aaron, I remember this church a lot, and it where 12 years ago I met somebody special……my husband Bryson,”

    Then everybody in church just looked at us, soon me and Bryson walked up to the front an my dad stared at me from the podium, then my dad finally spoke….

    “Aaron an Bryson I just wanna say that I was wrong, the church says come as you are, and we welcome all who love the lord, an if I can let a crackhead in the ministry….I’ll have more than enough room for my gay son!” Said my dad as he hugged me an Bryson 

    Then the church slowly clapped for us, and folks an freinds started to come up to us! We felt the love in the room, and I soon didn’t feel bad about my gayness anymore! Suddenly thru the crowd was a woman, IT WAS BRYSONS MOM, she hugged me an Bryson tightly and basically was emotional because she hadn’t seen Bryson in so long….but she was glad he was happy and that’s all that mattered!!

    After we hung out with a few church Freinds for awhile me an Bryson said goodbye to our parents and went to Myrtle Beach just like old times, we got there just in time for the sunset over the water and when me an Bryson looked out over the water, we held hands and just kissed…..didn’t care who was lookin! And I couldn’t believe the Rocky road that was our love….from teens to being split up by ignorance, to finding each other again and makin this burn as long we could……..and I was lookin forward to more  years with this amazing man!! 

     THE END!!

  • Virgin Drew Ignores Studs First Sexual Advance

    Hi guys. This is my story of how I was sexually propositioned by a very hot sexy stud and fellow graduate student named Lee my first summer in graduate school at the state university. Although I knew I was gay and lusted for a man to make love to me, I had grown up on a cattle farm in a conservative community in a southern state where my small Southern Baptist Church pastor each week preached condemnation for a list of sins with homosexual life styles at the top. My family and all our fellow church goers condemned gays. In fact, one of my best friends growing up got caught during his senior year in high school having sex with a 21-year old college male student and was thrown out by his parents resulting in his leaving town. I feared what would happen to me so I remained a “good boy” all the way through my four years as an undergraduate at the state university. I secretly masturbated at least two times a day with the fantasy I was being fucked by many of my hot male high school classmates and later those sexy college jocks especially my team mate on our university baseball team where I played second base.

    I rubbed out one white cream after white cream over all those years and learned to love eating my own cum. But I still lusted after wanting those hot studs and jocks to take my virginity and fuck me over and over but I remained a virgin so afraid of being rejected back home. My avoiding sex with any man had become almost unbearable but I did not give in to my lustful desires day after day.  

    This past summer (2021) I begin my graduate studies and was assigned to a dorm with a single room and two beds as the dorm was 75 per cent empty waiting for Fall semester. My floor had only male first year graduate students with half of the rooms vacant for the summer session. During the first week, I came to know five of those graduate students including one special guy who had been the first singles player on the tennis team at the college he had attended; whereas, I had played four years of baseball at the college I had attended. We became fast friends with similar interests: both jocks and majoring in biology. Although he was a real hunk, I was relaxed around him as he had a girlfriend back home and I knew he would not make a move on me as he was straight.

    We have very different physical features. Lee stands 6-feet and 2-inches tall, weighs a hard 190 pounds, a very slim light skinned smooth body, light brown short hair, brown eyes and very long legs. He always has a big bulge in his pants telling me he has a massive cock (how big is it?) and big balls but he is straight. He begins teaching me to become a somewhat of a good tennis player. I lust after his amazing almost hairless legs and smooth chest as he plays tennis wearing only a pair of tennis shorts and tennis shoes. But he is straight.

    I on the other hand, stand only 5-feet and 7-inches, long curly blond hair, light blue eyes, weigh 155 pounds, very almost hairless smooth body except for pubic and underarms fuzz and a reasonable sized 7-inch cock with average sized balls. I am of Danish ancestry. 

    Two weeks into the summer session, Lee and I go out for pizza and beer at a local pizza place on a Saturday night. When we get back to the dorm Lee says: “Hey Bud, you have two beds so may I spend the night and we can study for an upcoming Biology exam?”

    “Hey Lee, that is a super idea. And we can get up tomorrow, shower and go off to Sunday morning church where we both attend. Bring your Sunday best clothes for church.”

    We stop by his room on the same floor and he gets his clothes for Sunday.

     We study until 11 PM before hitting the sack. Lee wakes up first around 8 AM and yells over at me: “Hey Drew, wake up.”

    I look over at him as his long legs hang over the short bed. “Good Morning Lee, how did you sleep?”

    “Great man, I never slept better. I have an idea. Why don’t we skip church today and just lounge around here and get a brunch later.”

    “That sound fine with me Lee.” Holy fuck as I look over at Lee, he has pushed the covers down and OH FUCK, he is playing with his massive crotch. I feel my cock begin to swell untiI I am rock hard spewing precum in my shorts but hidden under my blanket. Is Lee going to masturbate in front of me?

    “Hey sexy Drew, do you like what you see? Do I turn you on? Would you like to see my big rod and huge balls? Holy shit, Lee pulls down his briefs  and holy fuck, he begins to jerk what is a massive cock and balls the size of melons. I gasp for air as more blood runs into my steel hard cock.

    Then Lee gives me the most seductive smile and says: “Hey buddy, how about me coming over there and let you play with this giant snake and maybe it will spit at you?”

    “OH NO LEE, you have a girlfriend and man you are straight. What is going on?”

    “Shit Drew, I am at least bi-sexual and since I met you I have lusted after you every night. I think I may be totally gay and my girlfriend is a virgin and does not put out. In fact, she is  a damn bitch. I’m really horny for you right now. You’re the nicest guy I have ever met. I really want to make love to you. Drew tell me you’re gay and we can get it on buddy.”

    At that moment I think of my parents and my pastor back home. Oh how I want Lee to fuck me but I resist and say: “Hey Lee I really like you but no. Lets get up, get dressed and go to church.”

    Lee give me the most sad look and says: “OK Drew, I’m sorry. Are you mad at me?”

    “No Buddy, you’re my best friend.”

    We get ready, have a light breakfast and go off to church.

    I do not see Lee much for the next week. I am miserable. Oh how I want Lee to fuck me. Have I thrown away my one and only chance for amazing man sex?

    The next Saturday, I stop by Lee’s dorm room around 5:00 PM and knock. I hear Lee say come in. “Hey Buddy, how about letting me take you to a really nice restaurant for dinner and maybe you would like to stay in my room tonight.”

    I had never seen such a glow on Lee’s beautiful face as he says: “FUCK YEA DREW, I’d love that and you really want me to spend the night with you? I will behave myself.”

    “Well Lee, you might not have to be so well behaved.”

    “FUCK DREW WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?”

    “WELL WE WILL SEE.” 

    Lee gets up and comes over and grabs me in a big hug. As our crotches collide I feel two very rock hard cocks hit.

    I take Lee to a five star restaurant and we have a great seven piece meal with me horny for Lee. I had made up my mind. Lee would have me tonight. I knew that I wanted to be his horny bitch starting this night.

    As soon as we are back  in my room, I confess that I am gay and  have never wanted anyone as bad as I want Lee. “Lee, I masturbate every night dreaming I am taking your massive cock up my virgin ass. Fuck what my conservative prejudice community wants and fuck that pastor. Take me now.”

    With in seconds, we are both butt naked with Lee grinning from year to year and our cocks are standing straight out pointed at each inches from each other spewing precum. I feel shivers running up and down my virgin body lusting for what is about to happen. 

    Lee looks straight into my eyes with lust like I had never seen before including hot porn guys at it. He grabs me into a hard hug and our slick warm bodies embrace and our cocks bump hard into each other wetting our pubic hair from all that spewing precum. I had never felt such amazing skin on skin. We start humping wildly as our cocks make love.

    Lee takes charge and I become his willing bitch. Oh how long I had waited for this moment. As we hump, Lee takes his hands on each side of my face and begins to kiss me softly before he rams his tongue to the back of my throat and our tongues begin to dance with each other while our cocks continue to wet our crotches. The feel of man sex was beyond any thing I had ever experienced. Soon our chins and chests are covered in our spit. The smell of man sex was in the air.

    After a long time, Lee gets down on his sexy knees and takes my throbbing cock in his mouth as I continue to spew precum on his tongue. For some ten minutes, Lee kisses my purple cock head, kisses down my blood filled cock shaft and finally he swallows my 7 inch rock hard cock deep in his throat. I watch as he bobs his head up and down on my dick as I moan and grunt. The smell and sloppy blowjob is beyond any dream I had ever had. Finally, I feel my cum gather in my balls and begin a trip up my cock shaft and without any warning I blast shot after shot of white cum cream deep in Lee’s wet silk like mouth. He swallows ever drop until I am completely spent. Man that was the best orgasm of my young life. We kiss and share my sweet cum with a small taste of salt.

    Now Lee was ready for the final two sex acts of the night. He places me down on my bed on my back, has me put my feet and legs up on my chest and he gets down and begins to spit, lick, kiss and suck on my eager puckering blond wet pink ass. Oh I moan and grunt from the first rim job ever of my ass. It was beyond wild lust. He continues to use his tongue to dive as far as he can into my ass opening. He then uses two wet fingers to open my virgin ass. He finger fucks me while he sucks and tongues my now wet man pussy. “OH FUCK LEE. eat my ass, don’t stop. I want you to drill my ass with those fingers and tongue, FUCK YEA THAT FEELS SO GOOD.

    He sucks and swallows all those ass juices coming out of me. He must have rimmed my ass for at least ten minutes before I beg him to fuck me. “OH FUCK YEA LEE, GIVE ME THAT 10.5 INCH GIANT MAN COCK UP MY ASS. I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN TAKE IT IN MY VIRGIN TIGHT ASS BUT GIVE IT TO ME.”

    Lee had brought a scented bottle of lube that he uses to soak my pussy and he pours gobs of lube on that GIANT 10.5 INCH MAN KILLER OF A COCK. 

    I feel him lower his crotch and massive snake to the opening of my wet soaked pussy. As I feel that huge mushroom cock head hit my ass opening and he begins to shove that beating cock in past my sphincter I could not believe how painful as Lee does not stop parting my ass walls until he has that massive tool all the way into my pussy. He is so turned on that he begins to wildy fuck me going deeper and deeper in me and pulling out most of that pulsating cock leaving only his cock head in me. This rough fuck goes on and on until the pain goes from pain to complete pleasure. I buck up my pussy meeting that man cock full of baby making cum. I scream and yell with ultimate pleasure as my lions are on fire along with my pussy. Lee uses his big cock head to pound my prostate giving me pleasure I had never had before. I learn how to use my ass muscles to squeeze his manhood until I fell his cock head swell and Lee begins loud grunts and hard thrust of his huge cock deep in my pussy until he erupts with a volcanic load after load of his cum deep in my bowels. I was now experiencing my first pure ecstasy with anther man, a real hunk and sexy dude.

    Now both of us covered in sweat and cum, we shower together as we play with each other’s cock, kiss and hump some more.

    We  agree that we are perfect for each other and Lee moves into my dorm room where we have sex at least once a night. We are truly in love not only for the best sex any two men have ever had but in true love.

    We learn to pleasure each other in so many ways. I fuck him, he fucks me, I blow his massive cock, he blows me, I rim his ass, he rims my ass, we do 69 sex, we fuck in so many positions, we use sex toys on each other and share gallons of cum. Cum becomes our favorite after dinner sweet candy.

    We are having a great time and much love as the 2021 Fall Semester ends.

    This story is based partially on a true story.

    Let us know if you enjoyed this account of our love lives and we might share our sex life during Spring Semester 2022. And give you some more blow by blow sex action. Just think of how our cum smells and taste. Do you want a taste?

    Love from Lee and Drew !!!!!!!