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Time and tone…

“Ode to Boy” by Yazoo (You and Me Both, 1983, vinyl, Mute – Sire)

“53 Miles West of Venus” by The B-52’s (Wild Planet, 1980, vinyl, Warner Bros. (US) – Island (UK))

“Relax” by Frankie Goes to Hollywood (Welcome to the Pleasuredome, 1984, vinyl, ZTT)

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I stand against the wall hidden in the darkness as I watch the first of the crowd go out on the dance floor. Those willing to go first and dance openly, with confidence. Or is it daring? If it is daring, do they dare the rest of us to follow? To come out of the darkness into the light and dance.

The club is new, just opened two weeks ago, but if feels old. There is a sense it has been here a long time. I know the reason. I stand in the high ceiling space of a former warehouse, the masonry walls graffitied and where previously painted, much of it has peeled off. It is an old space, a building built back in the days before so much we consider aspects of our modern world. There was little done in upfitting the space into a club. A DJ booth on a mezzanine, wood flooring in the center of the vast concrete floor, dark wood against dark stained concrete, and a few simple lights over it. Their white beams spin around, over the floor, the walls, and across the ceiling. But the sound system fills the space with base beats and a rhythm meant to bring out the dancer in all of us. It reverberates in the space, and I feel my heart race, keeping time with the rhythm.

I watch boys go out alone and begin to dance. I watch their movements. It’s trance like the way they move. A couple even appear to have their eyes closed. I watch with envy, wishing I had the courage to venture out into the lights, knowing the sound had to be better in the middle of the room. It was the place to be, the reason for being here. I see two boys smile at each other. Such a simple gesture. It speaks volumes. They circle each other and soon one speaks to the other, leaning in close, mouth right up to the other’s ear. I see how this will unfold.

The club isn’t a gay club, but I know the rumors. It’s ‘gay friendly’. Such a strange term, but I see the appeal. Plausible deniability. No, I wasn’t at a gay club they could say.

I kick off the wall and head to the bar. One drink isn’t enough courage, and I want another. The bar is back toward the front, and I pass through the rough opening busted through the masonry wall. It’s like escaping a ruin, coming out of the darkness into the light. ‘Save me’ I want to say, but instead I slip into the crowd at the bar and order that courage.

I stand at the edge of the dance floor. At the edge of the light. I watch the bodies move. I watch those two boys touch and smile and whisper to each other. I wonder what they say to each other, out there for all to see. Then I focus on the boys standing on the opposite side. Tall, short, skinny, heavy set, dressed casually, dressed for the night. But from where I stand, none seem average, but each unique in some small way. One moves out of the crowd into the light. He strolls onto the dance floor, looking at the others as if searching for his kind. Searching for those like himself.

I size him up. He is tall and lean and has dark hair. He wears a long black coat, open down the front revealing what I soon realize is a black mess shirt. I see the fair smooth skin through it. He begins to dance, and I notice his pants. Black, tight at the waist, loose in the thighs and tight in the lower legs, disappearing into black boots. Doc Martens with their gold thread along the sole. Is this what they mean by alternative? I like it, but it makes me feel underdressed. A black t-shirt and jeans. Simple but maybe too simple. I’ll have to do better in the future.

I watch him move. I stare, brazenly, desirously, seeking the courage to slip into his space. My cup is still half full, and I drink, seeking the confidence it will afford me. I don’t realize how bold I am being with my stare. Others may look away, but I meet his stare when he looks my way.

He smiles. I smile back.

I finish my drink and toss the cup into the trash, then take that first step. Then another. Until I find myself dancing under the rotating lights. Just one of the boys. There’s a tap on one shoulder and I turn to face him. He leans in close, mouth right next to my ear.

“I’m Cody.”

“David,” I reply.

“Will you dance with me?”

“Yes.”

I followed Cody up the wood stair to the second floor of his apartment building. It’s an old building of red brick and only eight apartments. The wood floor creaked and the freshly painted walls showed multiple layers of paint. It was quaint, comfortably old, and I could see why he would live here.

Cody swung his door open and stepped to the side to let me enter first. Through a small foyer I stepped into the living area. One lamp dimly lit the room giving it a warm glow. Three windows looked at the adjacent apartment building across the drive, and below that a radiator unit for heat and I wondered how well it worked in winter. I stood behind the sofa that faced the windows and could see Cody in our reflection. He came up behind me and I felt hands hold my waist.

“I’m glad you came over,” Cody whispered.

“Me too,” I replied.

We spoke in hushed voices. It seemed necessary for the hour was late, sometime after three in the morning. We had been sweaty from dancing when we left the club and I wondered if this was a good idea. To be with someone after getting so messed up, but I knew it was a foolish thought, for he was the same as I.

He kissed the back of my neck as the hands moved around my waist, over my stomach and up my chest. He pulled me against his chest and suddenly I felt alive as I had dancing with him earlier. My heart raced in my chest, and I felt almost short of breath as his hot exhales caressed my neck.

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” Cody whispered.

I merely nodded my head and let him lead me by the hand to the room that faced the street. It was a small bedroom but there were French doors facing the street and opening out onto a small balcony. He let my hand go, leaving me standing by the bed as he went to open them.

The warm night air rushed into the room. I closed my eyes to it and when I opened them, Cody stood in front of me.

We kissed, touched the other, then Cody began to undress me. I stood impatient as my shirt fell open, then Cody slipped it off my shoulders and down my arms. Despite the warmth, I shivered. I watched his fingers undo my jeans, then hands tug everything down. Cody squat as he pulled them down and I was soon lifting one foot then the other for him. I stood naked. Aroused. I grew more aroused as hands moved up each leg. I watched one hand move to my cock, fingers circling it, stroking it, manipulating the head, then holding it straight out. I shuddered with the manipulation. I watched Cody move to it. A kiss on the head, then the swipe of tongue, and I cried out. I moaned when those lips slipped over head and down the shaft, taking nearly all of me.

“Fuck…Cody…don’t stop,” I uttered.

I watched him move on my cock. The feel of it staggered me and I braced myself on his shoulders. My cock sank into his mouth, then came into view, over and over, until I was hard as rock and getting close. I closed my eyes savoring the feel of his mouth. Then I was bobbing in the space between us, glistening wetly and achingly hard.

Cody stood and I saw he had removed his shirt and his pants were around his ankles. His cock was half hard, and I reached for it. It lay heavy in my hand, and I closed my fingers around it and began to stroke it. It grew larger and became hard as rock. Cody began to push it through my fist, and I wanted to touch him in other ways. I leaned forward bringing our lips together and with my other hand touched his chest. I rubbed upward, raking over the hard nub of nipples.

“Let’s get on the bed,” Cody uttered breathlessly as I smeared the slick over the head of his cock.

I followed him to the bed as he backed to it and moved to the center. I moved between his legs on my knees and took each as he held them up for me. The hairy legs stickled my skin then rested heavily on my shoulders. I moved closer and rubbed my leaking cock up and down his ass. From sac to opening, I rubbed the spread ass until Cody was squirming and moaning. I put my leaking cock to his opening and felt a push back.

“You want me?” I uttered.

“Please…” Cody replied.

I pushed, slowly, feeling the tight squeeze on the head of my cock. Fighting the urge to shove forward, I ease my cock inward until the head was inside of him. The tightness is painfully pleasurable. I want to feel more of it and ease deeper into his hole. I feel fingers dig into my thighs as half my cock disappears inside him.

“Don’t stop…keep going,” Cody urges.

I push deeper.

I push until my abdomen is pressed against his ass and I savor the feel of it. The soft heat of his hole and the tightness of the opening around the base of my cock. I push tight against his upturned ass and lean over his prone body and kiss his neck. I kiss below the ear and along the smooth jaw. I kiss his lips as I pull outward, just a little, and push back in. He moans into my mouth.

“Fuck,” I whisper as I tug outward, hips rising upward, then I push inward, all the way burying my cock into his hole. He shudders beneath me, and it urges me to keep going. I tug outward again and push inward, over and over, until in a steady rhythm. I feel it, the primitive nature of my movement, working my cock inside his depths. The bed squeaks, then rocks in rhythm to our fuck. The room closes in around us. It seems to move and breath with our fuck. Cody’s cries and pleadings echo within it.

I rise to my knees, hook his legs into the elbow of each arm and move back over him. I fold him in half, and it lifts his ass into perfect position. I sink into his depths and fuck. Fuck hard, fast, smacking flesh against flesh. The room grows hot, and I sweat as muscles burn with my exertions. I feel hands move slickly over my back. One hand cups the back of my neck and pulls me down until our lips touch.

I fuck until close, my cock aching for release, but its too soon. I don’t want this to end, not now. I pull out and sit on my heels and feel my cock flex up and down.

“Roll over,” I exclaim, my tone urgent and commanding.

Cody rolls to his stomach and I watch his ass rise up like he’s a bitch in heat. I move over him and bury my cock into his depths. I lay heavily on his back, bearhug him around the neck and grind cock inside his depths. I tug outward and shove inward, a slow steady pace. I feel like a serpent undulating over its prey. I feel feverish, sweat trickling down my face, and all along the contact between us, I sweat profusely. I move slickly over him.

Then I come in his depths. I shudder and jerk with each ejaculation. Then I hold my spent cock inside him and fall still.

As my breathing settles to normal, I roll to my back feeling my chest and stomach cool with the exposure to the air. I reach over and rub an ass cheek, wondering if Cody will let me have him again. He stirs, sits up, and smiles at me. I see his cock, hard, the head wet, and know we’re not done yet. He moves over me, straddling my waist. He grinds his ass down on my cock, then rocks back and forth. I harden again, grow aroused.

“I want you inside me again,” Cody utters. He throws his head back, stretching his torso. Hard cock angles outward and I take it in hand and stroke. He works his hips to thrust it through my fist and I feel his ass move over my cock. Back and forth until I can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck Cody, sit on it…take me,” I exclaim.

I watch him sit up and rise on knees. I see a hand reach back and take me. Held vertical, I watch his ass lower until touching my cock. He doesn’t stop but takes me. Downward he moves until I disappear inside of him.

“Goddamn…you got me again,” I cry out.

Cody moves on my cock. Up, then down, over and over. His pace increases until our fuck is so physical, I fear the bed can’t hold us. It squeaks and rocks violently as he rides my cock. It bangs against the wall. His ass drops all the way down. It squeaks and rocks away from the wall. His ass rides up my cock. It bangs against the wall. His ass drops all the way down.

He leans back, torso stretched back, skin glistening in the dim light. I run a hand up his stomach. The skin is slick and hot. I run my hand down, until my fingers enclose around hard, thick cock. I stroke it, feeling the slick smear down the length of it. He shudders and slams down on my cock. I stroke him and he rides my cock. He leans back until resting on hands and works his ass faster, rougher, slamming it down on my cock. He thrust upward, pushing his cock through my fist. I’m so close I can’t let him stop.

“Fuck” I exclaim. “Fuck, keep going.”

He turns red in the face and sweat covers his body. His torso tightens, revealing every muscle. Then he shudders and thrusts upward, pushing his cock through my fist as it erupts. Cum flies into the air and rains down on him. I feel it flex with each ejaculation, and I tighten my grip. He shivers and jerks and thrusts upward again as cum dribbles out of the slit. It’s slick and hot and I can’t get enough. Even the scent of it is overpowering.

I put a hand on each of his thighs and push down as I come. I come hard, painfully, jerking and shaking with each ejaculation as I pump myself dry into his depths.

Then I fall back as he rolls off me to his back. We lay side by side, heaving for breath for a long time but eventually we’re breathing normally.

The room is quiet.

“Let’s shower and…will you stay and sleep with me?” Cody whispers.

I turn to him and see the silhouette of his head, the face in shadow.

“Yes. Let’s go get that shower.”

Chris Brown was in shock. He had heard of the new law, but hadn’t expected it to affect him. And then he got stopped after an evening out with his mates, was breathalyzed and taken to court for being twice the legal limit. And the court sentenced him to a month in one of the new ‘short sharp shock’ camps.

Taken out of the courtroom, Chris was taken into a small cell where two guards stood with an older guy sitting at a desk with a computer.

“Strip and put your clothes in there,” the older man ordered, indicating a small plastic box on the floor. Chris stared at him in shock, and the man said 

“Strip, or these gentlemen will do it for you.”

Chris looked at the guards and, reluctantly, began removing his clothes and put them in the box, looking around the room for the prison uniform he presumed he would be putting on instead. Eventually, he was standing in just his CK briefs.

“Those too,” the older man said. 

Chris blushed as he quickly pulled down his pants, put them in the box and awkwardly covered his genitals with his hands. One of the guards stepped forward and pulled his hands behind his back and cuffed them.  The second guard then came up behind Chris and Chris felt what felt like hard leather wrap around his throat. Chris realised with a jolt that he now had a collar around his neck. The guard pulled it tight and buckled it, and Chris then heard a click, and realised that a lock had closed, making it impossible for the collar to be removed without that key.

The older man looked Chris up and down. He could see some of Chris’s details on his screen: 25, 6’2″ tall, dark hair. He typed in that Chris’s hair was short and stylish, that he was slim but not muscular, that he had trimmed dark hair on his chest, and a full dark bush of pubes above an average sized penis with fairly low hanging testicles. Chris was now weighed and measured, he assumed for uniform at the camp. Having the guards measure him while he was naked was humiliating, especially when his inside leg measurement was taken and the guard pressed the tape into his groin, grazing his balls as he did so. Finally, the older man seemed satisfied and, to Chris’s shock and complete embarrassment, a short chain was attached to a ring on the front of the collar and he was led from the room naked and taken through the thankfully deserted corridors and then out of the back of the court.

Chris was bundled into a waiting van. As he was pushed up the ramp, he could see inside, three other naked young men were already in the van, but they were not sitting in rows like prison transport in films. Rather, they were standing on tiptoes with their hands above their heads, cuffs around their wrists attached to hooks in the roof of the van. Chris’s cuffs were briefly unlocked and his hands pulled up and recuffed and pulled tight so he was on his toes as well. The guard ordered Chris to open his mouth, and a hard leather ball was rammed between his teeth and he felt the strap being buckled behind his head. The guards left and the doors slammed, leaving the three young men in the dark.

Periodically the doors opened again and again, and more young men were brought in and cuffed and gagged like Chris until the van was full and the prisoners were crammed tightly next to each other, their naked bodies pressed together.. Finally, the engine started and the van began to move. Chris had no real idea how long they drove for, all he knew was that it felt like forever and that by the time they finally stopped his arms were aching like hell from being held above his head for so long and from being thrown about with the movement of the van. The only consolation was that the van was so full there was a limit to how much the prisoners could move.

The doors were flung open and guards moved swiftly among the cargo, uncuffing and recuffing them and leading them, still gagged, out of the van. Chris’s jaw was aching like his arms from being forced apart by the hard leather gag, and he longed for it to be removed and to be able to work his jaw and get some feeling back. He was also embarrassed by the drool that was dripping from the sides of his mouth which he could not control.

He was led from the van to where the rest of the prisoners were standing in a line. The guard  took a short chain which was attached to a ring on the back of the collar of the prisoner in front and, pulling Chris close to the prisoner in front, clipped it to the ring in the front of Chris’s collar. Chris felt a chain being attached to the back of his collar and the prisoner behind was attached to his collar. The chains were very short and Chris was pressed into the back of the man in front, and could feel the heat of the man’s body behind him.

When all the prisoners had been taken out of the van, a guard pulled on the chain of the prisoner at the front and all the prisoners were forced to jog behind each other, the rough ground hurting their bare feet as they did so, their genitals either bouncing as they moved or, if the prisoner in front slowed down, pressed into the buttocks of the man in front. The short chain attaching Chris to the man in front meant that Chris could see very little of where they were. But he got glimpses which shocked him of naked and collared men around him. Was he going to be kept naked for the whole time he was serving this horrible and unfair sentence?

The line of naked prisoners came to a halt. As they could not see more than the neck of the man in front of them, each prisoner cannoned into the back of the one in front. Chris’s genitals wedged themselves against the man in front buttocks and, to Chris’s horror, he began to become erect. He could feel the genitals of the man behind him pressed into his buttocks and that made him more aroused. He had never been so humiliated as he desperately tried to think of anything to stop himself getting fully erect, but it was pointless and his cock grew and stiffened. The guards were working their way down the line of prisoners, unclipping the chains from each of the collars and roughly pulling the prisoners so that they were facing forward. Their arms were briefly uncuffed and then recuffed with the handcuff chain attached to the ring at the back of their collars. Chris looked surreptitiously down the line of prisoners, thankful that he was not the only one whose penis was erect. He also looked at the men in the line, all were, he guessed, between 19 and 30 in age, and they were all shapes and sizes, from a short skinny ginger guy towards one end of the line, through a gorgeous and muscular hunk to a fat and hairy lad two away from Chris who looked more petrified than the rest. Chris was pleased to see that the hunk’s penis was fully erect like his, a fairly large and thick cock jutting away from his shaved pubic area. Chris counted the prisoners, there were 16 of them in all.

A man in a suit came and stood on a small podium outside a basic wooden shack in front of the new prisoners.

“Right, you fuckers, you are here to be punished, to suffer and to work hard. We have carte blanche to make your life’s hell while you are here. You will get no visits, your family will not know where you are and you will not receive a minute of time off for good behaviour. If you have been sentenced to be here for a month, you will be here for a month. If you have been sentenced to three months, you will be here for three months. And if you are one of the lucky two who have been sentenced to six months, that is how long you will be here. While you are here you will be kept naked and collared at all times, that way you will be easy to spot in case you try to escape. And if you try to escape, you will automatically receive the maximum six month penalty on top of however long you have already been sentenced to serve. And to help you realise that trying to escape is a bad idea, here is an example of what will happen.”

The man waved his hand, and a guard walked round the corner of the shack. He was leading a naked man by a leash attached to the collar around his neck. Chris guessed that the man was in his mid-20s, he was about 6’ tall. He had no hair on his body or head, it looked like veet had been used everywhere as he was completely smooth, including his head and eyebrows. The prisoner was dusty and his knees were black with dirt. His hands were attached to the ring on the back of his collar as were those of all the prisoners watching. Unlike the ballgags that Chris and the others had in their mouths, this prisoner’s mouth was stretched wide by a metal ring-gag, which made him drool uncontrollably as he walked.  Following the guard and the prisoner was a second guard who was carrying a wooden frame. This was set down between the podium and the new prisoners and the guard leading the escapee led him to the frame, unclipped his hands from his collar and pushed the escapee over the rough wood. The two guards cuffed his hands and ankles to the sides of the frame. The would-be escapee’s buttocks were now facing the new prisoners, and the way his legs were pulled apart meant that his anus was visible to those directly behind him.

The man in the suit walked up behind the frame carrying a bag. He reached into it and pulled out a large, black, rubber butt plug. Chris had seen these before, indeed he had had them up his own hole form time to time, but never as large as that. He could see as he scanned the line of new prisoners that some had seen them before and some seemed confused. The man in the suit walked to the front of the escapee and held the plug under his mouth, using the drool escaping from his mouth to wet the plug. He rubbed the spittle into the plug and then moved back to the rear of the escapee. The guards moved the frame around so that the escapee was now side-on to the new prisoners. In silence, the man in the suit pressed the plug against the exposed anus of the helpless escapee. Slowly, but without stopping, he pushed the plug into the prisoner’s hole. Chris could see the escapee’s face clearly, and he was obviously in a lot of pain as his hole was stretched by the plug. Tears began to leak from his eyes and he gasped audibly, which Chris guessed was the moment that his hole closed over the stem of the plug. The man in the suit stepped back and waved his hand again. Another guard came out of the shack, carrying what was unmistakably a thick, crook-handled cane. The man in the suit took the cane from the guard and stepped to one side of the prisoner stretched over the frame. He swished the cane through the air behind the escapee a few times, each time the escapee winced and grimaced. Eventually, the suited man stepped to one side, placed the cane against the escapee’s buttocks and raised it into the air and brought it down with a heavy thud against the escapee’s exposed buttocks. Even through the gag, the escapee’s scream was clearly audible to the prisoners watching.

“What do you say, scum?” the suited man said as the escapee sobbed.

An indistinct sounds issued from the escapee’s gagged mouth.

“I didn’t hear that, scum”

This time the escapee answered more loudly and as clear as the gag would allow,

“One, Sir, thank You, Sir, please may I have another, Sir?”

The suited man carried on beating the escapee and the escapee carried on screaming and then counting and thanking the man. Only after 30 strokes had been given did the suit step back. The guard’s moved the frame back around so that all the new prisoners could see the flat base of the plug between the escapee’s cheeks, cheeks which were now red, bruised and inflamed with the welts from the heavy cane.

Chris felt awful for the man who had just been beaten so badly. He felt even worse because his penis was still fully erect and throbbing. Looking down the line he saw that the other new prisoners were displaying either shrivelled penis from what Chris guessed was fear or a fully erect penis like his. The hunk, the ginger lad and a tall black guy were the only others whose penises were betraying the fact that watching the escapee be punished had aroused them like it had aroused him.

The suited man handed the cane back to the guard and went back to the podium.

“This is what happens to anyone who tries to escape. This piece of scum has had an additional six months added to his sentence, which will begin in 6 weeks time when its original sentence would have ended. It has spent 24 hours in what we call the hole, and will now be returned there for a further 24 hours. It will then be beaten in exactly the same way that it has been just now, and then will return to the hole for another 24 hours. It will carry on like that for one week. I suggest that none of you try to emulate him. Try to escape and we will catch you. If we catch you, you will suffer in exactly the same way that this piece of scum is suffering.”

With the punished escapee left in front of them, the man in the suit proceeded to lecture the new prisoners.

“As I have already said, while you are here you will be kept naked and the collars that you are wearing now will stay locked around your throats until you are released. Each morning and evening you will be hosed down at rollcall, make the most of it, it is the only wash you will get until you are released. You will be fed what we call scum-mash for breakfast and dinner. Other than that you will not eat. Taps for drinking water are around the site – you will be working hard and we don’t want anyone to be unable to work. I would be lying if I were to say that the slave-mash was pleasant. It isn’t. But it has all the nutrients in it that you will need to work hard and stay healthy. 

“You will learn pretty quickly how things work here. The only rules you need to know now are simple. You will refer to all guards and staff here as Sir at all times. When your scum mouths are not gagged you will make no sound except to say ‘Yes, Sir’ to show that you have understood an order that you have been given. You will not speak for any other reason. Any prisoner found speaking to another prisoner will spend 24 hours in the hole.

“It will soon be time for roll call, so you might as well stay there until your fellow scum are done for the day.”

The man walked away, leaving the guards standing around looking at the prisoners.

Chris had no idea how long they stood there, but his arms were really starting to ache now, and he felt that it wouldn’t be a problem not speaking when the gag was removed, as his jaw felt as if it had set solid.

After a while, he could hear, but not see, men forming lines behind the new prisoners. He guessed that they were all in place when the guards began walking along the line behind him removing the gags from each of the prisoners’ mouths. When it got to Chris, the gag was removed and the strap was threaded through the ring on the side of his collar. Once the guard had moved on, Chris moved his stiff jaw, trying to make it less sore. Even when he closed his mouth it felt as if the hard ball was still in place.

One of the guards mounted the podium holding an ipad, and began calling out names. Thankfully, the first few were from established prisoners, so Chris knew that all he had to do was to call out ‘Present, Sir’ when his name was called. Chris tried to keep count of how many names were called, he guessed it was around 80, but he wasn’t sure. When the last prisoner had been marked as present, the guards went to the side of the shack and pulled out a number of hoses. One guard turned a wheel like that on the back of a fire engine, and all the hoses began to gush water. The guards played this over the prisoners before them and the cold water made them gasp and yelp. One of the guards shouted,

“Bend and spread!”

Chris wasn’t sure what to do, but one of the guards walked along the front row, kicking the new prisoners’ legs apart and pushing them down so that their holes were exposed. The cold water poured forth again, with the hoses playing across the exposed anuses of the prisoners causing more yelps and the odd swear word to slip out. The ginger lad swore, and one of the guards grasped him firmly at the base of his penis, pulled him forward, took a leather paddle out of a loop on his belt and laid it onto the ginger lad’s buttocks ten times in quick succession, before pushing the lad back into line.

“Up!” the guard called, and all the prisoners stood upright again, with their legs still wide apart. The guards moved back amongst them, unclipping their hands from their collars and handing them rough towels with which they were able to dry themselves poorly. One prisoner wheeled a cart down the lines and the prisoners threw their towels into it. The guards then clipped the chains back to the prisoners’ collars and they were led away at a jog.

The prisoners were led into a shack like that which they had paraded in front of to witness the escapee’s beating. It was made of rough wood and attached all around the walls were metal rings in front of each of which were two rough grey blankets. Each ring had above it two books and a small shelf. On one side of the room were standing a row of 4 metal buckets beside each of which hung torn newspapers hanging from a hook.

The guards unclipped the chains attaching the prisoners together and uncuffed their hands, looping the cuffs on the opposite ring on their collars to where the gags were hanging. The prisoners were told to line up and make use of the buckets. One of the prisoners, a stocky guy with wiry hair and a big flaccid penis protested, and he was dealt with in exactly the same way as the ginger lad had been; the guard took his leather paddle from his belt, bent the naked prisoner over and applied the paddle hard 10 times to his bare buttocks, making the wiry guy yelp and squirm.

“The next one of you scum to make a sound other than ‘Yes, Sir’ will get 20 swats and 50 press ups. Now, get in line and do your business – you won’t get another chance before morning.”

Reluctantly, the prisoners did as they were told and one by one they squatted over the buckets and urinated and defecated. Chris could see those who were not used to being exposed at all – despite their nudity, they were still very awkward whilst using the buckets, and some seemed to find it really hard to go at all. Once everyone had used the buckets, the prisoners were told to pick a spot around the room and to kneel beside the ring and put their hands on their heads. Everyone wanted to get as far away from the now full buckets as they could, but when the tall black guy jostled a handsome blond lad who looked, from his floppy hair, as if he was ‘something in the city’, the guard took his paddle and gave the black guy 10 swats. Unlike the others, the black guy took the beating stoically, just grunting quietly when the last couple of seats landed. Chris was unable to take his eyes off the black guy’s solid muscular buttocks. 

When most of the prisoners were kneeling, a door opened at the end of the shack and two prisoners entered. They were both young, probably no more than 20. Both had shaved heads and bodies. One was about 6′ 3″ and skinny with a very small penis and tiny balls which were shrivelled up against his body. The other was probably average height, but looked short next to his tall companion. He had a bigger penis, which was sticking out straight from his body in slight arousal. Hanging from their nipples was a heavy chain which was attached by what looked like metal crocodile clips to their nipples. As they walked in, Chris could see that both of them had bright red buttocks. They moved to the buckets and as they squatted to pick them up, Chris saw the flat black rubber of a butt plug between each of the prisoner’s buttocks. They picked up the buckets, the chains hanging from their nipples rattling slightly as they did so. Walking carefully so as not to spill anything, they carried the buckets out of the door they had come in by. A few moments later, they came back in with empty buckets and replaced them along with replenishing the newspaper hanging beside them.

The prisoners were all kneeling beside a ring, and the guards moved among them, removing the gag and cuffs from the collars and hanging them from the hooks above the ring. The short chains were locked into the prisoners’ collars at one end and to the ring in the wall at the other. This left just enough leeway for the prisoners to lie down and turn over, but not to do much else.

“Right, scum, you had better try and get some sleep, you will be up nice and early tomorrow!”

One of the guards flicked a switch and the lights dimmed. Two guards sat in comfortable seats at either side of the shack, as the prisoners tried to find a comfortable position on the hard wooden floor with one blanket underneath them, the other on top and no pillow.

Chris was shattered and fell asleep pretty quickly despite the uncomfortable situation. But he was woken by the lights flashing back on full and the guards speaking loudly. Groggily, he looked around and saw the handsome hunk who had been erect during the escapee’s beating being dragged from the hut. The lights dimmed again and Chris drifted off again.

It only felt as if he had been asleep for a few minutes when he was woken by a klaxon sounding loudly. For a moment he forgot where he was, but trying to sit up and not being able to because of the chain attached to his collar brought his situation back to him all too clearly.

The guards moved round the room, unclipping chains and looping gags and cuffs back onto the rings on the prisoners’ collars. They lined up to use the buckets again and each was handed a toothbrush with a minute amount of paste on it. After a short while one of the guards instructed them to ‘Spit!’, and they lined up again to spit the foam out into the full buckets. They were then told to put their brushes on the shelf above where they had slept, to fold their blankets and to kneel again beside them with their hands on their heads.

Another klaxon sounded and they were ordered to line up and were marched out of the shack. When they reached the shack from the day before, two lines of men were already lined up, legs apart and hands on heads. Chris could see as he lined up behind them that some of them had cane stripes on their buttocks, others had bright red bottoms from the paddle. A few clearly had plugs inserted in their arses, and one or two had nipple clamps with that heavy chain that the bucket boys had worn the night before.

Beside the podium were kneeling 5 prisoners, including the hunk from Chris’s hut. They all wore the same kind of ring gag that the attempted escapee had worn the night before. All five had their heads bowed and all were drooling freely.

When all the prisoners were lined up, the man in the suit mounted the podium.

“Another day dawns, scum. We have 5 miscreants today. Mr Senior, their crimes?”

An older guard that Chris had not seen before stepped forward and, putting on his glasses, read from an ipad.

“Prisoner Short,” the prisoner on the far right stood, burly and tanned with a thick black Bush above a short thick cock, “nocturnal emission”

“Any evidence of self-abuse, Mr Senior?” The suited man asked,

“No, Sir,” the older guard replied.

The man in the suit pronounced sentence,

“Two days plugged, Mr Senior.”

The burly man knelt again.

“Prisoner Kent,” the second prisoner stood, a fat, ugly guy who looked to Chris to be older than the others, “talking back to a guard inappropriately”

“That’s an easy one – an automatic 24 hours in the hole, Mr Senior.”

The fat guy started to protest, but was grabbed immediately by the biggest of the guards and the inevitable paddle was applied to his already red buttocks before the fat prisoner was pushed back to his knees. The older guard looked again at his ipad,

“Prisoner Lesley,” the hunk from Chris’s hut stood up, “self-abuse, Sir”

“To climax, Mr Senior?”

“No, Sir, he was caught before he managed to ejaculate.”

“Hmm,” said the man in the suit, “a first offence and newly arrived, but an example must be made. You scum need to learn that you are not here to enjoy yourselves. Self-abuse will not be tolerated. You will watch as this piece of scrum is milked until dry. Then I think 8 strokes of the cane at roll call this evening and a week in clamps will teach prisoner Lesley to leave his dick alone. And if we catch you playing with yourself again, Lesley, we will lock your dick up so you can’t be tempted. Stevens! Come and milk this piece of scum.”

A skinny guard came forward carrying a small stool, which he set down beside the prisoner. The hunk looked mutinous, but there was nothing he could do with all the guards around. The guard cuffed his hands and attached them to his collar. Sitting on the stool, the guard began playing with the hunk’s penis. It took a while for him to become erect, but when he did the guard began to jerk him off. Chris watched in horror as the prisoner got close to orgasm. Finally, he tensed and his body arched as he spurted out several thick ropes of cum. The guard did not pause in his stroking of the hunk’s penis, and the prisoner bucked and writhed as the guard carried on stroking his sensitive penis. Chris could see that some of his fellow prisoners were trying not to look, but he was transfixed as his fellow prisoner suffered and was pleasured front of them all. After a while, Lesley tensed again and some less thick cum erupted. The guard carried on stroking again and Lesley had two more orgasms, producing less ejaculate each time, until on the fifth he tensed and bucked but nothing came out of his now red and sore looking penis. The guard looked to the suited man, who nodded and the guard ceased stroking the hunk at last. He stood up and reached into his pocket, taking out clamps with that heavy chain attached. He pinched Lesley’s nipple and attached one clamp, causing the spent prisoner to grimace and wince before the other clamp was clipped onto his other nipple. The guard let the heavy chain drop, causing the hunk to gasp through his gag. As the guard picked up his stool and the hunk knelt back down, Chris watched as his penis began to shrink, and he moved gingerly, as the heavy chain pulled on his nipples as it swung.

“I hope that will help the rest of you remember that self-abuse will not be tolerated. Next miscreant, Mr Senior?”

“Two actually, Sir, Prisoners Garden and Maguire, Sir, talking after lights out.”

The two last kneeling prisoners stood, looking very unhappy. They were both young, good-looking and had good bodies. One was Indian or similar, with bronzed brown skin and quite a hairy body. The other was pale and lean, with a body that looked like he swam a lot.

“Isn’t it the second time that prisoner Maguire has been disciplined talking?”

“Yes, Sir, he received 30 seats of the paddle and a soaping a fortnight ago.”

“That doesn’t appear to have got through to him. We will give prisoner Garden what Maguire got before, 30 swats and a thorough soaping at roll call tonight. For Maguire, harsher measures are clearly needed. So Maguire, you will have all your body hair removed, you will perform bucket duty for 3 days and you will be clamped and plugged for the same period.”

The big guard came forward again, holding the clamps with their chain in one hand and a smaller plug than had been inserted up the escapee’s hole the day before. First he attached the clamps to the pale prisoner’s nipples. Like the hunk before him, he gasped and grimaced as the harsh clips gripped his tits and the heavy chain was allowed to swing and pull on them. Like the night before, the guard used the prisoner’s drool to lubricate the black plug, before turning the lad around, pushing him down so that his anus was exposed and then, in front of the assembled prisoners, he pushed the plug slowly up the lean prisoner’s area. As his anus closed around it, the prisoner sighed loudly.

The prisoner was told to stand, and the guards led all those who had misbehaved away. 

“I tell you every morning, scum, that we will not tolerate misbehaviour and we will punish it severely. You are here to learn and to learn fast. Mr Senior, the work duties?”

The older guard stepped forward, called a guard’s name and began calling prisoners’ names from his iPad. As he called each name, a prisoner left the lines of roll call and lined up in front of the guard. The new prisoners walked more gingerly as they slowly got used to being barefoot on the rough ground, while the more experienced prisoners walked more easily. Those prisoners whose nipples were clamped or who had plug’s up their arses also walked more gingerly, the clamped prisoners trying to stop the heavy chain moving about too much.

The groups were different sizes by the time that all the names had been called. Chris was the only new prisoner in a fairly small group. The guards clipped the collar chains to each of the prisoners and then chained them together as they had been before. Chris’s group was led off at the jog which was now becoming familiar to them. They jogged quite a long way, coming to a halt outside one of the shacks quite some way away from the place where the roll call had been carried out. Beside the shack was a small metal shed. The guard unclipped each of the prisoners’ chains and ordered them to kneel and put their hands on their heads. He then moved among them, fitting the gags back into their mouths, reminding them that they had no need to speak anyway. When all the gags were in place, he walked away from the group and opened the door to the metal shack. Chris was shocked to see that kneeling in the shed was the escapee from the previous night. The heavy chain and nipple clamps were still attached, and his hands were behind his head without being attached to his collar – he clearly had to ‘choose’ to keep his hands in place, rather than being able to relax and use the chain to hold them in place. There was a chain from each side of the prisoner’s collar which held him in place in the middle of the shed and, although Chris couldn’t see it, his ankles were cuffed and chained to the back of the shed as well. The ring gag that the prisoner had been wearing the night before had been replaced by a thick rubber gag which had an attachment on the front of it, a small rubber bowl which looked rather like the bowl of a bird bath, but much smaller. The guard unzipped his uniform trousers, took his cock out of his flies and began pissing into the bowl. Chris knew that there were ‘no holds barred’ in these camps, but he was really quite shocked to see that this prisoner was being used as a human urinal. Chris could hear the urine filling the bowl attached to the prisoner’s gag, and the slurping noise as the prisoner swallowed. Occasionally the guard ‘missed’ the bowl, pissing over the prisoner’s face or body. When he had shaken the last few drops of piss over the prisoner, the guard put his cock away, zipped himself up and shut the door of the metal shed with the prisoner inside.

Once he was done, the guard approached the prisoners again and, telling them to stand, he started putting them through some basic physical exercises. The prisoners had to do 50 press ups, 50 situps, 50 squats and 50 burpees. Being fairly fit, most of the prisoners didn’t find this too taxing, but a couple of the less fit one were really struggling. Although he was fairly fit, Chris wasn’t used to this kind of exercise and he and a very handsome black guy were the last two to finish the exercises.

“Ah,” said the guard, “we appear to have a draw for today’s special prize. Brown and Hunter, we need to make a decision between you.”

The guard thought for a moment and then pointed to a tree that was standing on its own about 80 yards away.

“Ok, scum, you will sprint to that tree, go round it and sprint back. The first one to kneel and kiss my boot will be off the hook. Clear?”

The two prisoners mumbled ‘Yes, Sir’ through their gags. And Chris wondered why they needed to make a decision between the two slowest.

“Ready, set, go!” The guard yelled.

Chris was at an immediate disadvantage because of his bare feet not being conditioned for running on the rough ground. It was also uncomfortable running naked, his genitals bouncing about as he ran. The motion and nudity also began to make him get hard, and he noticed that the black man was in the same condition. He almost managed to catch the other prisoner, but the black guy put on an extra spurt of speed and managed to drop to his knees and plant a kiss on the guard’s boot moments before Chris reached him.

“Well done, Hunter, you get to go and fetch the chair and the board for young Mr Brown here.”

The black guy stumbled to his feet and headed at a trot to the shack. He came back carrying a wooden chair and a piece of hardboard. He put the board down on the ground in front of the guard and the chair beside it, before rejoining the rest of the prisoners kneeling where they had been waiting while he and Chris had their race.

“So, Brown, the prize for coming last in our exercise session is a mix of pleasure and suffering. When did you last ejaculate?”

“At the weekend, Sir,” Chris spoke as clearly as he could through his gag.

“Excellent. So the game here is for you to cum like the dog you are.”

Chris was confused and the guard looked at the other prisoners,

“Stuart, get on the board and show our new boy how he needs to perform.”

One of the youngest prisoners came forward, he looked as if he was only days older than the minimum age for the labour camp programme. He had a handsome face, floppy dark hair, prominent nipples and a long, flaccid cock with a trimmed bush of pubes above it. He walked to the piece of hardboard that the black prisoner had put on the ground, knelt beside it and then lay face down on it.

“So you see the position that you need to adopt, Brown? A nice, neat body position, hands flat on the ground beside you, knees apart, feet up and together with the soles upwards, penis pointing away from your body. Is that clear, Brown?”

“Yes, Sir,” Chris responded through his gag.

“Right then, back in place, Stuart, and get in position, Brown.”

The young prisoner got up and trotted back to his place, and Chris moved over to the board and tried to copy his position. His penis had become fully erect as he watched the young lad on the board. It was very uncomfortable pushing his engorged penis back under his body.

The guard walked around Chris,

“Head up, scum, hands. And spread your knees and get those soles pointing skywards! That’s better, Brown. Now, you hump that board until you’re scum dick spurts its juice. And make sure you keep your head and feet up at all times.”

Chris thought that the trip from the court was the most humiliating thing he had ever experienced, being naked in that van with those other men had been awful. But now he was going to have to hump a board in the open air until he came. Chris began humping the board as he had been told. It would have been far easier to get the release he had to get if he had his erect penis under his body rubbing between the board and his stomach. With it pointing towards his feet there was not a lot of friction and every time he got anywhere near close to cumming a tiny movement of his body would release the necessary friction and the moment would be gone.

As he bucked and writhed, the guard shouted at him if his posture varied from that which the other prisoner had demonstrated. It was not comfortable to have his neck stretched up and his knees rubbing against the board. It felt like forever until Chris finally really did reach the point of no return, but once he did he gave in to the feeling as he came, the pulses of pleasure coinciding with the spurts of cum from his penis. Chris was embarrassed but horny to realise that he was also getting off on having to do this in front of the group of the rest of the prisoners. The orgasm subsided and Chris’s awareness of his predicament came flooding back in.

“Right, Brown,” the guard said, “ I hope you enjoyed that. Now you need to clean up your mess.”

Chris got to his knees and looked back at the pearly spunk now on the board and then looked round for what he should use to clean up.

“Oh, I am so sorry, scum, I forgot,” the guard said in a sarcastic voice, walking up to Chris and unbuckling the gag from his mouth, “All you need to clean up is your scummy tongue. Get on with it.”

Chris was mortified now, having orgasmed any thought that this situation was erotic or arousing had evaporated and he just felt dirty and pathetic. He manoeuvred himself so that he didn’t have to look at the group of prisoners whilst he licked up his cum, but the guard ordered him to move himself so that he was facing the group instead. The cum was cooling rapidly and whilst Chris had swallowed other guys’ cum on many occasions, he rarely swallowed his own and never before in such a humiliating situation. The guard watched him cleaning up the spunk from the board, making sure that Chris didn’t miss any of his mess.

When the guard was finally satisfied, he picked up the chair that Hunter had brought out with him. Chris noticed now that there were leather cuffs attached to the top of each of the legs of the chair.

“Right, scum, back down on the board,” The guard said to Chris.

Chris lay back down and the guard lifted the chair up and placed it over Chris’s body, with the seat more or less directly over his buttocks. With sharp barks of ‘arm’ or ‘leg’, the guard cuffed Chris’s wrists and ankles to the chair.

“Get me the cane, Stuart.”

Chris couldn’t see much from his position prone on the board. His arms and legs ached as they were tightly bound to the chair.

“I am not going to lie, scum,” the guard said, “This is going to hurt. But hopefully it will encourage you to do better with your exercises next time. As you saw your colleague locked up in the hole do last night, you will count each stroke, thank me for it and ask for another. Any play-acting or hysterics and the beating will go on for longer. Take your punishment as if you were something approaching a man and, maybe, by the time you get out of here, you will be.”

The next thing that Chris heard was the swish of the cane through the air, followed by a sharp pain coursing through the sole of his right foot. Chris couldn’t help but yell out, as it felt like a tongue of fire had licked through his foot, but he tried to remember to take it properly.

“One, Sir, thank You, Sir, please may I have another?” Chris spat out as quickly as he could.

A second stroke of the cane landed in exactly the same place as the first, causing Chris to yell even louder. He was definitely going to try harder at his exercises tomorrow…

I waited by the door on my knees, a cocktail in one hand my leash in the other, wearing only a black jock and my collar for my man to arrive home from work. 

I have no idea what he will do to me tonight. We agreed to a CNC relationship, where I consented to let him do almost anything to me. He doesn’t need to tell me or ask first, and I am to obey him. I was to stick to the submissive role at all times, as he now owned me as his “slave.”

This is all consensual role-play of course. I would still work and could leave when I needed to. I wasn’t truly his captive. 

I had just begun staying at his house full time. I would keep my apartment for now, but stay with him on a trial basis to see how things progressed. I was madly in love with Brian, and was eager to prove my worth. This was the first time in a long time I felt like this about a man, and was willing to make this kind of commitment. 

My heart raced with anticipation as I waited. He could bring ten men home to gangbang me, or we could sit and watch movies. I wouldn’t know. I didn’t want to know. That’s what makes a CNC relationship exciting. 

He walked in the door and took my leash and his drink. “Good boi.” He praised as he led me to his chair and sat down. I crawled behind him, then knelt in front of him, removing his boots.

“Would you like your cock sucked sir?” I asked. 

“Yes.” He replied. 

I undid his jeans and put him in my mouth. I felt him relax as I relieved him of the days stress. I was trained long ago that men deserve this kind of treatment and inferior bitches like myself exist to provide it. It’s a role I fully embrace, as I truly do feel inferior to alpha male types, and I just love pleasing them.  My head bobbed up and down on him until I made him cum. 

“Thank you sir.” I said appreciatively. 

I fixed dinner and afterwards I was in the kitchen cleaning up. I felt my give my ass a firm slap, then squeeze it hard. His rough hands slide up my smooth body, stopping to tug on my nipple rings, before wrapping around my neck. His cock, already wet with lube poked between my thighs. 

“Give my that pussy boi.” He demanded from behind me. I stick my ass out to give him easy access, and feel him roughly penetrate me. My ass offered no resistance, as he had been making sure I was always loose and open. I knew he was insatiable, but damn did this guy love to fuck. And if he wasn’t fucking me, he took a great deal of pleasure putting large things up my ass. He liked me loose, and always ready to go. 

He savagely rammed his cock up my ass, his lust at full throttle. He was taking what was his, whenever he wants it. He choked me lightly, a reminder of who is in charge, as if I could forget. He was grunting behind me as he pounded away, giving me a hard quick fucking in the kitchen. He didn’t hold anything back, and soon came, shooting another load deep inside of me. After cumming he walked back into the living room, satisfied for now, leaving me to finish the kitchen. 

While he had came twice tonight, my own cock was caged, and would remain that way for another few weeks. He had informed me I would wear it for at least thirty days, as a test of my submission and a reminder of my role. Although I longed to jerk off, it made my whole body constantly sensitive and anal orgasms more common. The previous night he had removed it so I could shave, and I almost came just by touching myself. Which of course, would have resulted in severe punishment. It was very humiliating, which of course made me feel aroused, which made things worse as I couldn’t jerk off. I had worn a cage before, but never this long. 

We sat and watched a movie as any other couple would, except of course I wore only a jock and a collar and jumped to refill his drink. And when he went to piss, I followed to hold his cock and lick the drops from the tip. 

It was getting late and he told me to go to the bedroom. I knelt on the floor waiting for him, wondering what awaited me.

He placed me facedown on the bed, and secured my ankles, then my wrists in a spread eagle position. I felt the sting of the quirt across my ass, quickly followed by another. 

“You haven’t done anything wrong, In fact you have been a perfect obedient bitch.” I heard Brian say. “This is just a little maintenance to keep you in line.” 

“Thank you sir.” I replied. 

He gave me a short whipping, nothing to rough, and nothing horribly painful. It was quite pleasurable for me, feeling the light stings on my backside. 

Afterwards he untied me, and sat on the bed beside me, with his arm around me. 

“Are you enjoying yourself so far? He asked with concern. 

“Oh yeah Daddy. I absolutely love it. And you.” I responded. 

“Good.” He said. “Tell me if you need a break, or if it gets to overwhelming.” 

“Thank you Daddy. You are so good to me. But there isn’t anything I would want a break from!” I replied. His last sub occasionally needed to break the scene and take a night off. Brian could be really intense, blurring lines and pushing limits. And he was younger than me, not as experienced in the BDSM lifestyle. 

But I am a completely committed pussyboi, and I was right where I belonged. I need this to feel complete. 

“Suck my dick bitch.” Brian commended back in character. I eagerly obeyed making him nice and hard. As his dick throbbed in my mouth, I couldn’t wait to get it in my pussy. I straddled it then slid myself down on his thick shaft until it was completely buried in me before slipping back up almost letting it come out. After teasing the head with my pussy lips, I slid slowly back down on it, clenching myself around it, and twerked on his cock. I was driving him crazy. I did this until he took control, put me on all fours and gave me another brutal fucking doggie style. I went face down, arching my back like a good bitch as I took his cock. It felt so good inside of me, I felt completely slutty and girly. He pulled out and admired my wet, destroyed hole before going back in and fucking me some more. I reached down and played with his balls, which made him cum instantly. 

After he pulled out he admired his work again, making me push cum out of myself. I could feel his warm cum and lube drip down my taint as I showed off my messy boy pussy. I am one pathetic bitch I thought to myself. 

He dozed off as I snuggled beside him, feeling his sticky cum drip from me. This is pure heaven for a bitch with “pig” tattooed on his ass I thought to myself. 

My name is Hunter I’m a farther a husband and brother and a .man of GOD. And most importantly I love to smoke CRACK ROCKS and that on the real.it 2 reasons why I love to smoke CRACK ROCKS 1 the high I kno the high don’t last long but to me it’s the feel n the world and the 2 reasons I love to SMOKE CRACK it turns me into a hold different Person I get real Freaky and than that when my GAY side comes out of me I love it and all I be looking for is some Good DICK to suck and Fuck and I love to get dress up n some sexy panties.then I get my dildo and start to play with my sissy ass. I got my dildo n my ass I hit that CRACK ROCK. WOW what a feel some time I b about to cum right there and then and sometimes i have fantasy about Sucking a BIG Black Dick and Getting Fuck have me scream like I’m a dirty lil slut I’m sucking good Dick and he says I’m going cum n your mouth and u better swallow every bit u nasty slut than the guy who was fuckin my manpussy he said I’m about to cum u nasty slut bitch he than cum n my .manpussy it was so much cum it start to run out manpussy.  I just laid there breathing hard my mouth is full of cum and my boipussy leaking cum and pulsing like it’s no tomorrow😛😜😁  I remember one time after a hard day. At work I can’t get out of there fast enough. So on the home I call my Drug dealer so he can me at my house he said I’m n town so u kno my fuckin. Heart drop but he most kno how I was feeling right but he said I’m going to give u my cuzz number she is handle business while I’m gone I cool i got the number and call her when she answer she knew who I was she said how I said I need about 200 she said ok but give me a minute I m on the other side of town I cool I got little bit too hold. Me until u get there so I said to.my self I can get clean up and play a little bit so. I started to get my self together took me a nice hit of some Crack ROCK and I got horny I had to pull my dildo out and put it right in my manpussy and was getting some freaky shit I was riding my dildo real good and playing with m9 nipples my eyes was close and that when I heard some one say my name I jump up

Scared the shit out of at was my dealer cussing and she was looking at me with a funny smile on her face then she said u is a sissy. I. Said yes im then out of kno where she order me to get on my knees u fuckin bitch now or I don’t sell u any CRACK I GOT DOWN ON MY KNEES SO Quick u would HAVE THOUGHT I WAS A dog healing to his master I was on my knees look up At her when she said u want your CRACK ROCK don’t u u fuckin sissy now beg for u slut so I started beg like no other than she said turn around and let me that sissy ass or u don’t get your CRACK ROCK so I did what she said I still had the dildo n my ass when I turn around I was there on my knees with a dildo n my Boipussy when she asks me u like get Fuck while u hitting CRACK ROCK I said yes that when she give me my pipe with a nice size CRACK ROCK in ready for me to put the fire to it so I I lit the Crack ROCK and as soon I inhale she gave the n of the dildo and pull out a little and  just. Shove it right n my Boi pussy with the

Hit of The CRACK ROCK I bust a Nut right there I never had that done before so after I bust the means nut every I thought she was about to leave but I was wrong she told me get off the floor and cum and suck her dick I was kind of dumb found it let me tell u my DRUG DEALER cousin. Is a beautiful woman but when pull her pants down and a 12in COCK out I knew it that she is a shemale I was like DAMN she gave me a other. CRACK ROCKS and told me to hit real fuckin hard than come and start suck my Cock and don’t let kno smoke out while u suck my dick. I tried my best to suck that 12in COCK. And hold smoke n my mouth at the same time so I’m sucking her dick she said u I’m going to Fuck u nice n slow and your Boipussy going b mine for every while I was sucking her BIG BLACK COCK I said yes please make me your sissy slut Please I beg here to PLEASE FUCK ME GOOD LIKE I KNO U CAN SHE TOLD ME TO STOP AND SHE TOLD.ME HOW U LIKE TO. get Fuck doggie style I love I to get Fuck like that but u now when u don’t have any control u might as while for get it she said get on your back u sissy ass slut and put them legs up so I can see that Boipussy so I have my legs up n the air ready to get Fuck I thought i be ready for that BIG BLACK COCK but before she about to Fuck she said take a real get hit of your CRACK ROCK.i take the hardest hit when I did that she shoved All 12in at one time and she started to Fuck me nice n slow.  I mine I was n another world how she was fuckin me. I told her I’m about to cum she me to. And we cum at the same time I cum so much it was crazy when she cum let me tell u she shot so much cum n my Boipussy. I swear it feel like I had a water hose coming out .my Fuck Real Good Boipussy. When we finish she got up and said I got to do some more runs I will be back ok I be here thinking on how u going to Fuck next than she said I will surprise me I was like Hell Yeah she was walking out the door before she got far away turn around and said U is my SISSY SLUT 4/EVERY I JUST Smile.Ok let me tell y’all how CRACK ROCK GOT ME N A WORLD OF TROUBLE NO POLICE TROUBLE but Drug Dealer trouble. It’s was a normal ass day I couldn’t imagine it will turn into a crazy day so see what happen I had some business to take care of. I had to go to the store get a couple ok thing than I have to go to the post office and get my package they Fuck up so I got move and grove so I finish doing my running around like mad man I can get my chill on so I called my DRUG DEALER and he said he will be right there I said ok cool so I got all my stuff together my sex toys my lube so I open my package. When I look it’s was the wrong package again I

 I was like DAMN what the Fuck and the post office was close I just have to take it back tomorrow so I was about to go do something I took a second look and open it up all the way what I see shock the Fuck out of me in this package was a couple oz of weed and about 2oz of ROCK COCAINE I COULDN’T believe what I was looking at that when it was a knock at my door I ran to the door a little excited and scary to but it my DRUG DEALER I let him but just that first I forgot the stuff was on the table we greeted each other he said u want your regular I said nope not to day and he looks at me crazy because I always get the same thing for long time that when he took a peek over my shoulder he thinks I didn’t see him but I did. So he give me my CRACK ROCK I give him my money and let him out and lock the door I thought I headed to my bed room so I can get my party going so I take a couple of ROCK out of the package hit one and BOOM I was like WOW now this is some Good CRACK ROCK so I started putting on my sexy panties and I lube up my dildo and put other ROCK on my pipe and hit it. My DICK GOT REAL HARD I sit my dildo up so I can ride it I lower my self down on it nice and easy but my Boipussy was hungry and just took like it wasn’t nothing I took one more hit I started playing with my Nipples and riding my dildo like no tomorrow so while I getting my freak on have fun it was a knock at my door I tired to at ignore it but they. Kept knock so I had to stop and see who it was I put something on to cover up. My sissy outfit and my dildo that was still n my manpussy and it was feeling so good as I walk to the door my DICK WAS still hard as shit I move the shade back to see who it was and it was my DRUG DEALER he said let me I got to talk to u about something I said it can’t wait until tomorrow he said no it’s important I said ok I open the door and let him n he came n and I said lock the door behind u he did and that when he grab me by the neck and put a gun to my head and ask where the shit at I said what shit he u kno what I’m talking about the package u had on the table when I came over to service u I tried to play dumb he smack me a cross my head with has hand than he said it’s the gun next time than he push me I fail to the floor my rob cum up and he seen what I had on and the dildo n my Boipussy he said O u just a. Fuckin fag U Is JUST A NASTY ASS CRACK HOE U SISSY SLUT I got up off the floor and when n my bedroom to get the package t

I tried to get some out for myself before I take it back to him but he came n right behind me I turn around to give him the package he had his dick out he to the package and said get on your knees U SISSY CRACK WHORE and suck my COCK. This is for taking to long to hand over the shit U fuckin CRACK SLUT my dealer dick wasn’t hard and it didn’t look big at all I was a little mad because first he wasn’t hard I had to suck him and make himhard I got on my knees and start to suck his cock he was moaning I did a couple of suck he started to get hard and growing n my sissy mouth and it got bigger and bigger and bigger I said to myself DAMN this is one of them surprise COCK it do look like much when it soft but when u start to sucking on it and get the blood flowing thru it.Becum to a MONSTER COCK let me tell u he got long and Thick as a snicker I started to gag on this BIG BLACK COCK than he said it got big huh I said hell yeah 13in1/2. I was having trouble sucking this BIG Monster but I was doing my best and My CRACK DEALER most be getting into because he gab the back of my head and started to Fuck my Sissy mouth real hard jamming HIS BIG BLACK COCK DOWN MY SISSY THOAT MAKE ME GAG I thought he was about to cum but he stop and said get up on the bed on all four like a good LIL SISSY SLUT I did and he started to play with the dildo n my MANPUSSY and working it in and out make me feel good than he ask me what happens when u take a hit OF CRACK U FUCKIN SISSY SLUT I JUST moan and he ask me again I just moan he ask me again but this time he pulled my dildo all the way out my manpussy was feeling so nake he said I’m going to ask u one more time what happens when u take a hit U fuckin SISSY BITCH before I can say anything he jammed my dildo back. N my Boipussy I let out a sissy scream and said I get real horny and freaky that when he stop playing with my dildo n my sissy ass and said stay just like that on all fours I hear him rumbling around trying to look back and see what was he doing that when my DRUG DEALER said get up and turn around so I got up and turn around my lil sissy cock was hard and he lit a blunt and was smoking I just stand there looking at him he said get your self a couple of hit and I gab me a couple ok CRACK ROCKS and put them n my Pipe and lit it I took a big hit that when I just down on my dildo n my ass and started to move around on it and playing with my nipples and moaning he said DAMN u is a real CRACK WHORE LOVE TO SMOKE CRACK AND GET FUCK I THOUGH MY COUSIN WAS TRIPPING WHEN SHE SAID THAT I was like DAMN hole family is a freak he give me the blunt and said hit it I took a hit OF the blunt a couple good time and MY DRUG DEALER GAB me and push me on my back and push my legs back and played with my dildo for a minute than pull it out and he got. On top ok me and said I’m going to Fuck u like my shemale as cousin did he got his cock. Aim his cock just right at my sissy hole and just rammed it n me like he never Fuck Boipussy before he was working my manpussy pussy nice n slow talk nasty to me call me dirty name like u like BIG BLACK DICK N YOUR ASS U NASTY SISSY SLUT HE WAS GETTING GOOD I WAS MOANING he had has HANDS on my legs hold them back and working THAT BIG BLACK MONSTER COCK IN AN OUT MY Boipussy make me moan real good he was fuckin me like a good half and hour that when I said I was about to cum with out touch my sissy clit he started to fuckin me harder than I came so hard and so much I shot cum out it shot all over my face and body than HE said I’m about to cum he lock up his body and shot his cum right n my manpussy he pulled out still cum while he was pulling out my Boipussy and finish Cummings on my sissy cilt when he finish he got up. And made me clean his dick off with my sissy mouth than he took some CRACK OUT THE PACKAGE and throw me some on the bed and said thanks I’ll be back he said he took my dildo back n my manpussy. So after that good Fuckin I was chilling still sitting n my cum and My DRUG DEALER CUM STILL HORNY as hell and Getting high it was a knock at my door again so got up to see who it’s was. and it’s was a couple of my DRUG DEALER RUNNER I. Was what u want he ain’t here they said we kno he sent us here to get some of that sissy ass n mouth I said I’m tired they said no u not bitch and one of them hold up a bag a CRACK. my manpussy start to twinkling and my nipples start to jump so I let them n we started to walk to my bed room and one of them gab at my dildo and it stop me right n my track and I moan a little and grind on my dildo the guys was love it. We got to my bed room the Guys got naked real fast and what I’m looking at all 3 of them was fuckin packing before we got started they gave me some CRACK ROCKS SO I SMOKE I put it with of my stuff  the rest than I took One of the stone and lite it while was it my pipe they lit there weed and came behind me and playing and pinching my nipples I was so turn on with me hitting my CRACK PIPE AND one of the guys playing with my nipples I was so ready to Fuck and suck some Dick. I got on my knees and start to suck the guy in front of me and the guy who was behind me start to play with my dildo n my sissy ass he was working my dildo good n my Sissy ass had me sucking the guy n front of me DICK LIKE it was the last cock on earth the third guy who was on the side of me was Jacking his BIG BLACK COCK OFF and he was hit my pipe than the guy behind me ask me is u ready for this BLACK COCK N YOUR CRACK WHORE ASS I mumble yes he took my dildo out my ass before he took it all the way out he jammed it back n my manpussy I swear to I almost came he took it out and put his BIG BLACK COCK by man pussy he told the third guy who was on the side give slut a hit the third guy said ok I got u he put a nice big as CRACK ROCK on my pipe I took my mouth off the guy n front me for I can take a hit I got my lips ready to hit my CRACK PIPE the third guy lit the pipe and hit it hard u sissy slut I did and with that the guy behind me shove his BIG BLACK COCK N MY BOIPUSSY and start to Fuck me he started to slow fuckin my SISSY ASS MAKE ME FEEL EVERY INCH OF HIS BIG BLACK COCK I was feeling his BIG BLACK COCK I started to hump back on his COCK meeting his every stroke and I sucking the n front me Dick gagging on it. Then the third guy on the side of me said we about to double Fuck u so the guy behind me pull me back then I was sitting on the guy behind COCK and the third guy give me another hit OF CRACK THEN HE GOT N FRONT OF ME AND PUT HIS COCK RIGHT AT MY BOIPUSSY WERE I HAD A COCK N MY BOIPUSSY READY than the third guy working his BIG BLACK COCK N MAN PUSSY and the first guy who dick I was suck he put his dick back n my mouth and got to. Fuck my mouth. And the guy who was on the side of me finally got that COCK N MY ass with the other COCK and they was both fuckin me and I was about to cum u told the guys they said cum u SISSY SLUT then they start to Fuck me harder and fuckin my mouth harder than I yell I I’m Cumming I shot  cum all over me than the three DRUG DEALER RUNNER started to cum at the same time the 2 Cumming n my BOIPUSSY flooded my MANPUSSY WITH SO much cum it was running out of my manpussy than the guy DICK I WAS SUCKING HE SAID IM ABOUT CUM HE THAN HE hold my head still he yell out I’m Cummins and shot like A gallon of cum down my throat I tired my best to swollen much of his cum but it was so much than we all just fails out and want to sleep. I don’t kno why when smoke CRACK I become this sissy slut but I love it so much I remember one time I went to bar hopping and ended in a gay bar didn’t kno it was a gay bar but didn’t pay it no mind so I sit down and order me beer n shot I took the shot str8 down an order another one and nurses my beer when to guys came and sit next to me and we started to talk we order. More drink. and I was really feel good now that when one of the guys ask me do u smoke I said yell he said let’s go back to my place and party I said ok. So we left he didn’t leave that far thank God because I was drunk as hell we got to they place and one guy made a use some drinks and the other guy went to the back so me and the other guy got to talk and that when he said he get real horny when he smoke CRACK I said the same thing that when the other guy came from the back with a big bag and a little bag the little bag had the CRACK ROCKS n it I don’t kno what in the big I didn’t care at the time I just want the little bag then he open the bag put weed Pips last but not least the Granddad of them all CRACK he give us our on pipe and and a Nice size ROCK we take a good hit at the same time that when the one guy who was chilling with started to get undress and to my surprise he had s9 sexy ass panties they was so cute pink with the lace around it and he a nice size sissy clit I was ready to suck it but he stop me and told me. To get undress I said ok I don’t have any sexy panties on both of them said it at the same time don’t worry we got u that when the guy who had the bag he took the big bag and open it. and dum it on the floor let me tell u when I seen all them sissy toys my BOIPUSSY got wet real fast and my sissy clit got real hard I just started to play with my sissy nipples I just couldn’t help myself the guy who got undress first he went over and grab a dildo and start to kiss it and lick it me and the other guy was watching and smoking weed and CRACK ROCKS freaking each other watching the show then he took some lube and lube his pretty ass u and ask me to come over by with the CRACK PIPE I got over there and hand it to him then he said as soon I hit this CRACK PIPE jamm the dildo deep n my sissy BOIPUSSY I said ok as soon as he hit it the the Almighty CRACK PIPE I jam it n all the way n his sissy hole than he said work it in and out of him so I started to work it n and out of his sissy ass he was moan then he told me stop just leave it n him he just walk around with the dildo n his sissy ass Smoking CRACK the other guy had put on some sexy panties and matching bra he had n the bag and he give me some sexy panties to so I put the sexy panties on than the guy who give me the sexy panties told me to lay down on my back and put my legs up in the air I ready had my CRACK PIPE he said take a nice slow drag not to hard just nice and slow while he was tell me. That he was lubing my sissy pussy up and when I took that nice slow drag of the CRACK PIPE he started to push a dildo n my BOIPUSSY nice n slow just how I was hitting the CRACK PIPE what a fuckin rush. I was on cloud 9 for real I almost. Bust but I didn’t he kept playing with the dildo n my sissy ass and his buddy come over to play with my nipples and he put his sissy COCK N MY sissy mouth I started to suck his sissy COCK like it was no tomorrow and the other guy was playing with the dildo n my sissy ass I was Jacking off the guy sissy COCK while he fuckin me with the dildo then he said u ready to take my SISSY COCK I WAS moaning I said yes I’m ready for your SISSY COCK IN MY SISSY HOLE he took the dildo out my sissy ass and got between my legs and put his sissy COCK at the entrance of my sissy ass and put it n me and start to Fuck me so fuckin good A CRACK WHO’RE DREAM I GOT a SISSY COCK N MY mouth and my nipples been played with. AND I GOT A SISSY COCK N MY SISSY ASS. What put the icing on the cake I GOT A CRACK PIPE N MY HANDS a… THE DEBT OF A SISSY CRACK WHO’RE one night I was getting ready for some fun I had ever thing I need my sex toys lube and CRACK ROCKS SO when I was. Check over everything make sure I had ever thing in order when I realized I just had a little bit of CRACK ROCKS I said to myself this not good no CRACK ROCKS SO I GRAB MY PHONE TO CALL MY DRUG DEALER it ring a couple times then went to voicemail I said DAMN I left a message saying I’m need of your service I’m low hit me back and I hung up and wait for MY DRUG DEALER to hit me back then I realized do I have any money on me so I want to go check that when Someone knock at my door I went to go see who it is and to my surprise it was my DRUG DEALER. I let him n we said what up to each other and he ask me u want your usual I said yup but can I pay u tomorrow I forgot to go to the bank today u kno I’m good for it he said I got u he give it to me and before he left out the door he turned around. And said have my money tomorrow or I’m going to take it out of your ass I said ok then I said thank u and want to my room got undress and put my sexy panties on and some panties hole on. my panties and panties hole had a sex entrance to both of them so my dildo can get to my SISSY ASS so I was ready for some fun now I took a good hit of my CRACK PIPE. AND when I hit it my nipples got hard my MANPUSSY START. PULSE and my sissy clit got so hard I got my dildo and lube it and MANPUSSY real good then I stuck my dildo on the wall so I can get Fuck doggstyle so I sit Manpussy on my dildo and. I took a hit of CRACK ROCK

A sit on my dildo and start to go up and down on it playing with my nipples and rubbing my sissy clit. I was going to town on my dildo when I stop and went to my closet and pull my Fuck machine out it has it’s own special dildo this dildo has the rig on so it makes my BOIPUSSY feel good so I got on all 4 and line my dildo with my BOIPUSSY and push back on the dildo.

“Disgusting faggots! You make me sick!” sneered a good looking young brown-haired medium height douchebro in his running outfit of dark blue shorts and a dark blue tank top. He’d stopped running to throw shade. It was a Sunday morning on the sidewalk near my car. I’d spent the night fucking my boyfriend, Alex. We’d gone to Starbucks for coffee, and I was kissing him goodbye.

“Hey, bro don’t be like that, we’re all what we are” I said.

“Go to hell cocksucker!” he yelled in his deep voice, I charged after him.

“Oh, yeah! Let’s settle this like men!” I raised my fist.

“Fuck off!” he said running away faster.

“Right, run away pussy!”

“It’s okay, Pete” said Alex. “I’ve heard worse stuff before; I was gay bashed in high school.”

“It’s not okay!”

A week later, Alex and I were in the exact same spot at the exact same time, making out. Sure enough, douchebro was doing his run.

“Sick fucking faggots again!” he sneered. “Take your disgusting shit off the streets and go to a public toilet where you all belong!”

This time, Vinnie and Eric were sitting on a nearby bench and Frank was standing close, taping the interaction on a camcorder. The five of us grabbed douchebro and hustled him into the nearby parked empty moving truck Vinnie borrowed from his father’s company.

“Hello, Logan Stevens” said Frank. We’d thrown Logan to the floor of the truck, ripped off his shorts and tank top, Frank had gone through his wallet, picked out his driver’s license, so we knew his name and that he was 24. We’d all taken our clothes off and put on ski masks. The nude Logan’s medium-sized dick was hard.

“You talk smack and disrespect gays; you piece of shit! We’re going to destroy you and the whole world will know!” hissed Frank. “I’m sorry! Please! I’ll never do it again!” whimpered Logan, on his knees staring up at our four big hard cocks, “My father works for the mayor!”

Frank laughed, “Wonderful! Your shame will be even greater, you spoiled brat.” Frank took out a taser and zapped Logan’s balls. “AHHHH!” howled Logan. “Here’s how this is going to go” said Frank. “You’re going to suck our dicks. Now, we know you’re new at that and we don’t expect great head. We just need footage of you with our dicks in your mouth” said Frank pointing to Alex who was holding the camcorder. “Then we’re each going to fuck you. You’re going to be an example to all the smartass homophobic shitheads out there to knock it off or the Hung Bunch will come after you! Hell, when we get done with you, you’re going to be so gay, you’ll be bitching out for your douchebro pals when they find out what a slut you’ve become. Now open that mouth wide bitchboy, I’ll give you this as many times as it takes” roared Frank as he tased Logan’s balls again.

Logan howled, opened his mouth and Frank shoved his cock in. “Do your best” laughed Frank. Logan tentatively swirled his tongue around Frank’s cockhead, then the shaft. Oh! What a sight! Masculine straight Logan who’d just so proudly insulted me and Alex was now bawling and nude on his knees sucking on Frank’s eight and half inch cock. “Who’s a cocksucker, now?” said Alex as he held the camcorder. Frank lifted his balls and Logan suckled them. “This isn’t so disgusting is it, Logan?”

“Stick your tongue up there, bitch” Frank had now turned around and squatted over Logan’s face. “I can’t do that!” cried Logan. Frank held up the taser to Logan’s balls again but stopped. The crying Logan stuck his tongue out and began rimming Frank’s ass. “Sweet!” yelled the delighted Frank.

Vinnie’s, Eric’s and my dick got sucked on by Logan. It was thrilling to have made that cocky jerk into a cocksucker since he despised cocksuckers. By the time, he ate my ass, Logan had gotten the hang of rimming and his tongue felt so good.

The crushed Logan was on the floor of the truck sobbing from getting his balls zapped a few times and from been humiliated by our four raging 18-year-old dicks. Of course, there was more to come.

“Get up!” yelled Frank. The trembling Logan stood, Vinnie and Eric walked him to the back of the truck. “Nice ass!” roared Frank. Logan still had the will to struggle to protect his prized masculinity, but Vinnie and Eric overpowered him and tied him up in the sling. Logan was suspended on his back, his arms were raised, his legs were spread, his asshole was on display and there for the taking.

“Pete, you get first crack at him” said Frank, “it’s only fitting.”

“Gee, thanks Frank!”

I proudly walked nude with my eight-inch dick twitching in anticipation to the back of the truck. Oh man, the greatest thing is to break in a straight guy, to strip him of his masculine pride that he has for not taking it up the ass. I was going to take his virginity! I was going to make him into what he loathed. 

The weeping Logan was helpless in the sling’s restraints. I picked up the large lube bottle from the floor, slicked up my rod and sprayed Logan’s asshole. In one grand swoop I shoved my cock in and up into Logan’s chute, he screamed in a way I’d never heard anyone do before or since. It wasn’t just from the physical pain of getting fucked for the first time, I believed it was also from the physic pain of his straight male ego being unimaginably shattered by having another man’s cock deep inside him. I had the extreme and profound bliss of feeling a virgin unwilling ass part for my cock, stretch around it and then the joy of fucking it.   

Logan’s inarticulate yowling turned me on, having heard him insult me and Alex in his arrogant voice and now he was a babbling horrified mess. I power fucked him like the stud I am, his body shook back and forth in the sling as I slammed my cock in and out of his ass. Logan’s hard dick began spurting.

“Hey, bro!” I laughed, “You just came from getting fucked by a guy! How gay is that?!”

I was getting close, I pulled out and walked over to Logan’s face. “Finish me off with your mouth bitch” I held up the taser. Logan opened his mouth, I stuck my dick in. He did real well with his tongue and I was soon blasting and he was chugging down his first cum load. He gagged and swallowed some, I pulled out and shoot off the rest on his face.

Frank was his brutal self, pounding out the babbling Logan. “Oh yeah man, nice and tight, just how I like an ass” sighed Frank. On and on. “OH! I’m going to cum! Logan, you just got seeded for the first time!”  

Then Vinnie and later Eric fucked the shit out of Logan who came again, followed by Logan sucking them off to completion and getting his face painted. He was quite the bukkake boy! Vinnie and Eric let Logan out of the sling and handed him his shorts, underwear and tank top, he got dressed. Frank handed him his wallet and phone.

“We’re going to go home and edit the footage into a 10-minute highlights reel preceded by you acting like an asshole” said Frank. “I copied all of your contacts from your phone. I could text the video to everyone, and I mean everyone. Your parents, your brother and sister, your Ivy League pals, your co-workers at the brokerage firm and your fiancée, they’d see you taking dick at both ends. They’d never look at you the same again. I’m not going to do that as long as you do as your told.”

“You get to still be Mr. Hot Shit Straight Guy all week long. Though, every Friday night for the next few months you’re going get your ass over to the Crystal Palace Motel where we’re going to use you. After we graduate from high school and head to college you’ll be free of us. By then you should have learned your lesson, how does that all sound?”

“It sounds great” muttered Logan.

“Oh, we prefer a smooth ass” said Frank handing Logan a business card for a waxing salon, “Make sure to get a treatment before Friday, give Chuck the aesthetician a good tip and a good blowjob after.”

“Also, check the internet for news. Oh, we’re now all Facebook friends, we want to keep track of you. Don’t unfriend us, we’ll be in touch.” The soiled and defeated Logan limped out of the truck.

We went to Alex’s place and on his MacBook he edited the footage as per Frank’s directions. There was Logan being bad to me and Alex and there was a 10-minute hot compilation of Logan sucking, eating ass and getting fucked in the sling. We looked so rad in our ski masks! Frank texted it to Logan with a note: “Enjoy! See you Friday.”

GAY AVENGERS ASSAULT HOMOPHOBE was the Daily Mail’s headline of their story about us, Frank had sent them the video and was interviewed by email.

A Michigan 24-year-old straight male who hurled homophobic invective at two 18-year-old gay males was abducted and repeatedly orally and anally sodomized by a gay gang…” “Gay bashers in word and deed beware!” declared “Pike” the gang’s leader, “The Hung Bunch is coming for you and this what you’ll get…” 

There were pictures of us from the waist up, shirtless in our ski masks and Logan in the sling with cum on his blurred face.

“Good for them! He got what he deserved!” “It’s about time gay men fought back!” “Though I don’t condone violence, perhaps this incident will serve as a deterrence for homophobia.” Were some of the representative comments. 

The next Friday night was a blast! Logan showed up as promised at the motel. He undressed, his pubes and balls were now smooth as was his chest, he put on the jockstrap Frank handed him. Frank parted his cheeks and inspected his freshly waxed and hairless ass. “Chuck did a great job!” laughed Frank, “He texted me, he was happy with your tip and your blowjob.” Chuck was a real professional; I send Alex to him to keep his ass smooth for me.

Aly, the Indian American motel manager joined in. It was fucking hot watching Logan chow down on his dark uncut eight-inch hog. It was then Logan really learned his place. The stuff in the truck was quick shock value. Now, his induction as a bottom truly began as Aly patiently got Logan to deepthroat his cock and made him into a pro. If Logan had racial hang-ups he got over them, he took it up the ass as well from Aly.

There he was in the bed on his hands and knees ass up next to our bottoms, Benjy, Alan and Alex. waiting to be fucked by us. Though Alex is my boyfriend; I feel obligated to share him with the gang once a week. At first he felt weird about it, but he got into it, after a fuck session with us he glows. Alex was next to Logan and the bed and was grinning. Logan had dissed us, and now he was like any other bottom.

Frank and I were always close, but we really bonded when we double penetrated Logan. Wow! It was fucking fantastic! Logan’s until recent virgin hole miraculously stretched open to take in Frank’s eight and half inches and my eight inches. Frank took the lead in the fucking, but I was there too. Our sweaty bodies rubbed against each other’s and the sensation of our dicks grinding against each other’s while inside Logan’s anal canal was awesome. There was the solidarity of two tops united in the aim of asserting their natural power and privilege. We came simultaneously, our loads mixed with each other’s in Logan’s chute. Logan was gurgling from the shock and agony as well as the intense orgasm we brought him to. He didn’t have long to process that as after we pulled our dicks out of him, Vinnie and Eric double penetrated him. By the end of the fuck session, Logan was physically and mentally wrecked, as he deserved to be. And so, it went for weeks.   

The best was the time Logan showed up in his suit and tie fresh from a work function. He started to undress. “This is my older sister Angelica” said Frank. “We’re going to spice things up tonight and she’s here to help.”

“Go shave your face…” said Angelica in a gruff voice to Logan. He went to the bathroom, later he returned all shiny.

We watched in fascination as Angelica while smoking cigarettes put makeup on the sitting Logan’s face, then a long blonde wig and dressed him up as a girl. He was in black high heels, black fishnet stockings, a short red dress and well-padded bra! Logan looked nauseous when he followed Angelica’s instructions on how to tuck his dick and balls. Fuck! He was transformed and emasculated! He looked just like a girl! My dick got so hard seeing him totally disgraced. Alex was laughing so hard at Logan in drag and in makeup. “Have a great time LORNA!” he cackled.

Vinnie, Eric and I were in the backseat of Frank’s car. Frank was driving with Logan beside him. Eventually, Frank put his hand on the back of Logan’s wigged head and guided him down. Logan was soon sucking Frank’s cock while he drove. Frank made sounds of pleasure as Logan sucked him off.

We parked near The Echo, a downtown straight nightclub. We showed the burly, black-suited shaven-headed mustached Dominican security guard our fake IDs. The security guard stared and grinned at Logan when he showed his driver’s license. Inside, we got Coronas at the bar. Then, Frank took hold of Logan’s arm, groped his ass and pulled him on to the dance floor, crowded with swaggering hot straight young guys and their sexy girlfriends, they fit right in. They danced for a while with Logan wobbling a bit in his high heels but holding his own as he shook his ass in the red dress. Frank even kissed him on the mouth! What a sight! Back at the bar, Frank had another Corona.

“Hey dude, how’s it going?” said a good looking muscular Asian American guy in his late 20’s near the bar. He was standing with another muscular Asian American guy who was a little younger.  

“Fine, thanks” said Frank.

“I’m Gene and this is my brother Andrew.”

“I’m Frank, pleased to meet you.”

“We were watching you and your girlfriend dance. She’s hot, she seems like a player.”

“Oh, Lorna is quite the player” laughed Frank. “She can’t get enough, you man enough for her?”

“Fuck yeah, bro! We’ve got plenty down below, we’re horned” said Gene. Indeed, he and his brother’s jeans had heavy bulges which they tugged.

“Lorna would love to help you all out, wouldn’t you Lorna?”

Logan nodded. Despite the makeup, I could see that he was mortified, and his eyes were pained. We all left the nightclub and walked around the corner to an alleyway. Frank, Vinnie, Eric and I stood blocking the entranceway. Gene and Andrew confidentially undid their jeans, and slid down their boxer briefs, revealing their nice-sized stiff and leaking cut dicks, their balls flopped around. They were horned! Logan sunk to his knees on the filthy alley ground and stroked the brother’s dicks.  

“Damn, bro! She’s fucking amazing!” yelled Gene as he got his cock sucked by Logan.

“Don’t I know it!” laughed Frank.

Logan was going back and forth between the brothers’ dicks with his mouth.

While this was happening, a door opened, and the Dominican security guard came out for a smoke break. He lit up a Marlboro Red, smoked and watched Logan get used by the Asian American brothers.  

“Dude,” said Frank to Gene. “She’s not able to use her front this particular day, if you know what I mean, but you could fuck her in the ass if you want.”

“Sounds good, bro” said Gene panting from getting his dick sucked.

Gene lifted the kneeling Logan, spun him around and bent him over a trash can. He lifted up Logan’s red dress, pulled down his pink panties, spat on his hand lubed up his slick hard dick and rammed it in Logan’s smooth ass.

Wow! Frank is a fucking genius; I could never imagine such a scenario. Could Logan have been brought any lower? He was in drag in an alley getting fucked up the ass by a stranger over a garbage can! Logan was yelping as Gene thrust his cock in and out of his ass. Gene was possessed and this pump and dump soon ended when he shot his load in Logan’s ass. Andrew took his place and mechanically bucked his throbbing young cock in and out of Logan’s ass and shot off inside. The flushed brothers pulled up their underwear and jeans.

“Nice meeting you guys” said the grinning Gene as he and Andrew high fived us and stood by to watch. “My turn, chica!” growled the security guard. He undid his black trousers and hauled out a fucking gigantic uncut Dominican pinga that had to be at least nine inches. He peeled back the skin and presented it to Logan. It was an aromatic angry veiny slab of man meat.  

While laying over the trash can, as if in a trance, Logan stretched open his made up mouth and took in that dark thick pipe and slobbered his lips and tongue all over it and did those bull balls as well. Frank, Vinnie and Eric and I all popped boners watching the fruition of our handiwork, seeing Logan be a true champion cocksucker.

The security guard pulled out of Logan’s mouth walked to back, planted his hands on Logan’s his hips and without spit or lube, rammed his tool into Logan’s loaded up ass. That brought Logan out of his trance as he began squawking from the security guard throwing him a ferocious fuck. Logan and the trashcan moved around the ground from the furious ass ponding. Logan was now sobbing the way that he did when he was going to cum. This seemed like a special event, that Logan was really into it! The security guard’s nine inches really put him in The Zone.  Fuck! He was cumming! Soon, the security guard grunted and came in Logan. He wiped his dick on the back of Logan’s dress, his seeded battered ass was visible. The security guard went back in the club. Logan steadied himself up off the trashcan after having just gotten fucked rough by three horned fuckers.

“Hey, sweetie!” laughed Aly when he saw Logan in his getup, he’d been waiting for us back at the motel room. We had Logan give us lap dances. Man, I was so hard from him grinding his ass against my crotch! It was wild when he was sucking us to see his lipstick smeared on our dicks! I stared at Logan’s made-up face, false eyelashes and blonde wig as he sucked me, our eyes met, he’d come a long way from when he insulted me and Alex. We had Logan ride us. One by one, Logan sat on our cocks and thrust himself up and down until he got us all off. Fuck! Logan’s dickathon was a night to remember!  

We were at a suite at the Bellwood Hotel for Logan’s bachelor party with 10 friends and finance co-workers. “Hey Logan, who are you young friends?” asked an Asian guy in his late 20’s. It was Gene from the nightclub!

“Oh, this is Frank, Vinnie, Eric and Pete. They’re sons of clients of mine…”

“Fuck! We’ve already met! Logan is on my team, how’s Lorna?” said Gene.

“She’s cool” said Frank. “How’s your brother?”

“He’s good, he still can’t over it! Logan, Frank’s girl is fucking wild! God, she gave me the most amazing head and what a tight ass to fuck! We saw her take on the bouncer who’s hung heavy! I’d be surprised if she could walk afterward. Logan, you need to hook up with her!”

“Oh, she’s away for a while, but I’ll set Logan up when she gets back.”

“Damn!” said Gene. “Too bad she’s not here tonight, she’d rock you, Logan!” 

There was a lot of drinking and then three female strippers showed up. Being masculine and good looking we fit in. I got my second lap dance, I played along but it did nothing for me, Logan’s was more my style. The best was the after-bachelor party. The strippers and the douchebros were gone, except for Gene.

“Gene, now that it’s just us here” said Frank. “Logan has something he wants to tell you, something as his boss you should know.”

The beet red Logan stammered, “Uh Gene, I’m bisexual and I dress in drag. I’m Lorna.”

“Wow! You’re shitting me! You’re a pussy hound, we banged hookers in Vegas together, you’re getting married to Vivian!”

“Yeah, well I’ve only been acting out on my feelings recently.”

“This is unbelievable! There’s one way to find out if it’s true” said Gene undoing his belt and unzipping his fly, “Logan, suck my dick.”

The blushing Logan dropped to his knees and pulled down Gene’s boxer briefs and began sucking his boss’ dick. “Fuck it is true! I’d know that mouth anywhere! This is fucking awesome, Logan good for you! Whatever makes you happy! Good for me! I’ve got a hot cocksucker working under me, I’ll be able to get my balls drained whenever I like! You are so getting a raise and a bonus. I’m going to cum!”

We all had our dicks out and Logan sucked the rest of us and then we all fucked him, Gene went first.  

We were laying around, fucked out. “How does Vivian feel about you being a cocksucker and taking it up the ass now?” said Gene to Logan. “I haven’t told her.” “Good, don’t. She wouldn’t understand, it’ll be our secret” Gene said patting Logan’s ass.  

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride…” We were in our tuxedos at a church in June watching Logan get married to the typically pretty bland young Vivian. Logan, whose mouth had sucked and swallowed numerous cocks, kissed Vivian.

“How do you know Logan?” asked his aunt who was seated with us at the reception at a country club, the mayor was there. “Oh, we’re investors who’ve become close” said Frank. Later, Frank danced with the bride and gave her a card and envelope with $1000 from the four of us, he kissed her on the cheek.  

During the lull before the wedding cake was served we were in a room near the reception. Logan in his tuxedo was on his knees, giving us all blowjobs, including Gene and Andrew. After the cake, we wished the happy couple well, Frank covertly groped Logan’s ass in his tuxedo. They went on their St. Barts honeymoon the next morning.

The night of our high school graduation, Logan was at the motel to serve us one last time before we took summer breaks and went off to our colleges. True to our word, we never bothered him again after that. We were knights in the kingdom of lust, Logan had been our pawn and we all moved on.

However, Gene kept the happily married and father to be Logan busy on the down low, we’d get email updates. As did we from Angelica who occasionally made up and dressed up Logan in drag at his instigation for him and Gene to go to the nightclub, Echo. Logan had developed a thing for adventure and new straight dick. He also enjoyed reruns with Clarence, the Dominican security guard with his prize organ.
  

The Hung Bunch had succeeded; Logan learned his lesson and he learned to love cock. 

Months later, the Muxe, Justicia, arrived in LA. Russel and Fredrick planned on taking him to the North Shore in San Francisco. New clubs and new shows were opening; he’d be a star as soon as he hit the stage representing a “third gender.” Fredrick showed me in a book he had.

Justicia brought his beauty, his graceful, fluid movements, soft voice to our home. Serafina was agog.

He wore his hair in a bob, cut straight across his forehead and a deep brown shawl over a peasant blouse, gathered skirt and sandals. He needed no makeup.

As we ate, I noticed him looking around, inspecting things in our home, noting how we spoke and ate.

In the face of the young performer, I saw myself as I walked into Russel’s house the first time and knew what he was feeling. Silently, I told him to stay strong, stay himself, another native boy with dreams had to keep his feet firmly planted on the earth.

Wanted to kiss him, touch him.

***

Work moved along with Romy and I solidly in the leadership role; flourishing as we bought more rental properties; our work expanded as the airport grew. Greenhouse made deliveries to the biggest decorators and landscapers up and down the coast and the orders didn’t stop. Rental properties were aging, needed more maintenance. We hired more men like us, more men needing a hand up the ladder.

Our careers became easier when we learned what was important and what could be taken care of later.

Serafina began working full-time with Toddy and his crew, keeping the rental books. She took short vacations, taking Ona and Maria to the beach with Toddy’s teenagers and Holmes.

Romy and I started meeting with Russel and Fredrick at some of the new Long Beach clubs. Though not advertised as meeting places for fags, they became popular quickly. I suspected some of the men were undercover cops, but the clubs were open, and we enjoyed them.

Homosexuals still couldn’t marry. Brave men and women, groups from San Francisco and other towns kept the topic in discussion. It was no longer as taboo, but still chancy to reveal oneself publicly until 1975.

***

Before the holidays I browsed the catalogues looking for the new elasticized swim trunks. Those would make good gifts for Fredrick and Russel. Tanned, lean, white-haired seniors needed white trunks.

Serafina called me into the living room, my dad called.

All was going well for him and my family. All working, bought a row house and they were grandparents several more times. They always thanked me for those CCC checks.

“Have you seen Jonathan lately?” Dad asked.

“No. Has he contacted you?”

“No. Just wondering. Your aunt, moved in with us. She worries about Jonathan.”

“I’ll let you know if I hear anything.”

***

My conscience nagged me into it; I went down to the police department and asked about any information on our brake lines being cut or Johnathan McCann. Had to wait almost an hour till one of the captains came out and took me aside. He had a small card in his hand. “Is this your cousin?”

He showed me a very small photo pasted on the card, name: J. McCann. Seemed he’d been hauled in from San Ysidro several months ago. Hard to recognize him with a six-inch by one-inch black stripe across his forehead, right above his eyebrows, a perfect rectangular stripe.

“What’s on his forehead?”

The captain gave me a half-smile, “Tattoo. We did the best we could, but well… we did the best we could. He’s over at the county jail now, working in the library, I heard.” Then he left.

Curiosity got the best of me. At the county jail I asked to speak with someone in authority, and was escorted back to hear the strangest tale:

The warden’s assistant escorted me to his office. This was becoming more mysterious by the moment. No one said Jonathan died or was sick, I wondered what Jonathan got himself into in San Ysidro. Dusty border town right at Tijuana, filled with mostly shops and services for travelers. Not a drinking town.

Waited in a small office while a secretary was given some orders, “Mr McCann, I’ve got bad news, and it could be worse.” He began.

After we’d visited Rosarito Beach and Tijuana, Jonathan was presented to the customs officials at the border, escorted by several Tijuana police. The Tijuana police said he was causing problems in a certain part of town, alluding to La Zona Rosa. Tijuana police found he had pending charges in the US.

Cousin Jonathan crossed the line and met with street justice… They dumped him at San Ysidro with a warning that he’d serve the rest of his life in a Mexican jail if they caught him south of the border.

“Your cousin wasn’t feeling very well after being dumped in San Ysidro. Jail medic put him on antibiotics, sedatives. He’d been tattooed.”

“A tattoo doesn’t make you sick, does it?”

“This one did. Your cousin came over with the word “Unoco” inked on his forehead.” He chuckled, “Seems the guy who gave him the tattoo couldn’t spell.”

Cocked my head, “Unoco?” I tried to figure that out, “Does that mean `unique?’”

“Means eunuch.” The officer sighed. “Your cousin was castrated. I guess the problems he caused were sex-related. We don’t know who, but someone fixed his problem for him. Won’t hear of any more troubles from him now, he’s in for twenty-five from some old warrants and some state offenses. This is the safest place for him.”

“Can I see him?” My stomach was turning thinking of a street castration and painful tattooing. “His mother is worried.”

“Come back tomorrow morning around eight.”

***

Jonathan refused to see me. Found out he was kept in isolation but for meals and reshelving books.

Hard explaining about the tattoo when called my parents. Together we decided to tell everyone Jonathan retired in Mexico to salvage the family name.

After I hung up, I sent a check to Jonathan’s mom to help out with whatever she needed and went back to work, relieved that I wouldn’t have to worry about my cousin again.

At lunch I called Fredrick, seemed like he might have had something to do with Jonathan’s current physical state. He only said that there were many ways to protect one’s self.

Refused to say any more.

***

Maria and her husband retired after years with Russel and Fredrick. Shortly thereafter, Russel and Fredrick moved their bedroom in the pool house to avoid the stairs. A few housekeepers came and went until Serafina took that situation in hand and a young woman to assist her.

The annual parties were smaller affairs with Romy’s and my business associates, a newer, younger wave of entrepreneurs and professionals including several performers.

***

As we began training new men to take our positions, Fredrick and Russel stayed alongside with advice and counsel, though not very often.

Never suggested exchanges of “appreciation” with the men we mentored. In some ways, Romy and I were like Toddy and Ona. I kept my relationship with Romy close, still felt protective of him at times.

Society had changed, and appreciation among men was more open, more relaxed. We kept our young trainees by paying them what they were worth.

We all had more than we needed, our families were provided for and the year Toddy’s girl graduated UCLA we partied hard with a house full of college students. Unfortunately, many would be drafted into the military. Another war in Europe was heating, and it would change our lives and LA forever.

***

Fredrick and Russel often reminisced about the “good ol’ days” when we first began working together.

One Sunday afternoon, I loaded everyone in the Cadillac along with our proteges. Drove down to San Diego to show them what Russel and Fredrick pulled us out of before our “good ol’ days” began.

Romy showed them the canyon that burned, the place on Otay where we’d made love for the first time with sardine oil to ease our orgasms though he didn’t mention it. That brought back mixed memories of living under the open skies and being close under the stars.

The young men listened. They had no context for the poverty and desperation Romy and I survived.

These boys had education, maybe they’d been poor, but from the looks of their bodies, they’d never been hungry. They had good minds for business and new trends – didn’t need the CCC training in leadership, these young men were sharp.

***

San Diego was a changed town, military and their families, suburbs, none of the old shanties remained. We found a place on the beach for dinner and enjoyed the sunset listening to Russel and Fredrick recount our lives for us.

As we returned to the car, Fredrick mentioned he’d kept a diary, “Red, leather-bound in the right hand drawer of my desk.” He whispered.

A diary? Fredrick kept all kinds of records and notes, though he was subtle about it and I understood why. His diary could blow LA apart and destroy a lot of lives if it were in the wrong hands.

***

The time was nearing, Romy’s hair was still thick and silver, mine was white. We managed more with words and memos than with being on the sites, dealing with the managers.

Fredrick and Russel retired to a quiet life in the pool house. A nurse came daily. Fredrick and Serafina pushed Russel in his wheelchair to dine by the pool in the evening, and I watched closely.

They were more intimate in their touches, whispered words, and I suspected what would happen; said nothing.

When Russel weakened to the point of not wanting to get up, it was a few days later we found them embraced on their bed, bodies cold. All of Russel’s pain medications were gone, and so were the loving men who’d taken us under their wing’s years ago.

Found it hard to cry, instead I was proud. Proud to have given them some peace through their passing. They’d lived their half-lives in public and full lives with us inside a discrete compound, incredibly successful and highly-respected.

***

Following in their footsteps, our young men stepped into leadership roles in the business with much more savvy Romy and I had. Good thing they were there – my parents were older. Romy and I attended their passing from the back of the funeral home so we could stand together—I was a sobbing mess.

Several years later, Serafina passed. Romy’s family came for the services.

I stayed home though I cried at losing the wonderful woman who’d loved me like her own. Toddy stood in for me. He and Ona greeted everyone along with Romy, took photos.

Toddy and his family stood beside us till the very end, good friends and their loving children were like ours, too.

***

Hertz stock allowed Romy and I to retire early and advise our replacements from San Diego.

Got a place on Coronado Island, met a few friends from the Hillcrest area and often went out deep-sea fishing with them. Life was quiet, and it was good with an open horizon every morning, clear skies and sunny days.

Before we moved, I’d had enough sense to go through everything Russel and Fredrick left. Photos I packed carefully – many loving memories. Found that ancient ivory dildo, a few other odd items and tucked those away till I could find out what they were.

Didn’t stop till I found the red, leather-bound diary in Fredrick’s things and carefully tucked it into my suitcase along with the books about sexuality. He had quite the library but none of it included the changes we’d seen in our lives.

Romy and I read though Fredrick’s diary at night. Russel and Fredrick had hobnobbed with the royalty of Los Angeles and almost been outed several times, but they were slick and found ways to get out of their tight spots.

Found the details when Russel blackmailed Sepulveda. Seems Russel, ever the entrepreneurial strategist, had become something of a procurer of sources for unusual fetishes, odd practices though never demanded a finder’s fee. Alongside the names of the biggest government contractors were the names of the young men Russel had sent to them – the honchos had secret proclivities.

There were almost a hundred names of business owners and politicians in those pages along with the full names of their flings. A lot of those young men were business owners now, I recognized their names.

Then, it occurred to me that Romy and I had never been introduced or `loaned’ to anyone, in fact, we were kept on short leashes, tied to the businesses. That made me recall the “lessons” Fredrick had given to me the first night we met…. Had they changed their customs or had I adopted theirs?

There were notes about meeting us; Fredrick had doubts about us being able to manage, but Russel had championed us. Fredrick was the one who wanted to start us out in the manual labor at the airport, testing our perseverance.

***

Toward the back of the diary, I came to several pages involving Jonathan. It began with a short recap about Jonathan’s relationship to me and Romy, and our interactions as I’d explained to Fredrick years ago.

There were a few names mentioned, Spanish names, and Fredrick’s notes included more Spanish words. Encoded. From what I could gather, Fredrick knew several officers in the Mexican military. Somehow, he offered a reward among the military men and had given them a mugshot of Jonathan, told them he didn’t care where he was found, and explained that he had to be taken to the San Ysidro crossing and offered up as an escaped convict.

“Then, let LA handle it.” It made no mention of castration or tattooing, but Fredrick had encouraged the men to make sure Jonathan couldn’t bother anyone again.

Several pages later there was a note regarding the misspelling of the word “eunuco” and something about three-hundred dollars in cash. The LA jail had tried to black-out the word with additional ink, to protect Jonathan. He was a marked man, literally.

Wondered how Jonathan was doing. I called the jail and found out he’d hung himself after being assaulted again. No tears, instead relief. His fight with the world was over.

***

After the war in Europe, and into the Korean and Vietnam battles, Romy and I kept abreast of what was happening in the world, and California. Pink triangles were sad. It became a recycled symbol now in America. Homosexuals were still treated poorly in the general population yet were gaining footholds in society and the word “Pride” seemed to appear with the word “Gay” often.

Half-lives became three-quarter lives as queers began laying the foundations for institutions like holy unions. There were still crimes and violence in gay areas, and there probably always would be, but now homosexuals formed their own security forces to guard their communities until tax-funded policing could occur.

Society balked, sometimes, yet homosexual youth protested along with the leaders of the gay communities. Sure, some of the families had shunned their young queers, and there were more parents and families in support than we’d ever seen.

Sweet Life

Epilogue

Being older, more introspective, Romy wanted to return to the church.

I felt no need to repent and needed absolution from nothing; I dodged traditional churches he suggested.

On a Sunday night he took me to the intersection of North Park and 30th. Old neighborhood, tightly packed with small duplexes and homes built during WWII. Parked in a bowling alley across the street and we walked toward a church, well it had a cross in front. Two buildings with red tile roofs. On the top of one, “God is Love,” an ancient sign read.

“C’mon.” Romy prompted me. I was miffed being drawn into this until we went up the steps to the sanctuary. A small brass plaque on the side of the door read “International Church of the Foursquare Gospel founded by Amy Semple McPherson – Original Foursquare Sanctuary of San Diego.”

Sister Amy’s church? I stepped back to look again. This was one of the first churches she’d established. All the songs, the wings of a dove, the stories from the radio at camp came rushing back.

“Welcome.” A tall, dark man at the door handed us a bulletin and motioned us toward the sanctuary. We went inside to see a small choir practicing for the service and sat among a cluster of folks; looked like families that lived in the area.

People spoke softly, I read the bulletin, “Metro Community.”

“Why are we here?” I asked Romy softly.

“This place welcomes everyone and I want you with me. If you don’t like it, we’ll leave.” He put his arm on the back of the pew behind me.

Sat there thinking about Sister Amy. She’d struck out in bad times, long before us. Her followers poured the foundations, raised these walls I sat in the middle of it, feeling the hands hauling bricks, mortar being spread, the sounds of hammers pounding nails years ago echoed through my head….

She’d given me hope during our times at the camp, reassuring me that there was good in humanity. I recalled how Romy and I had clung to each other for the strength to hold onto our hope.

Not empty words or dribbling pipelines had kept us. Hope and the bounty from others who had enough to share, fruits from the land… We’d survived to succeed.

***

The service started and the organist played soft tunes, like the winds through the canyon, the sea breezes in our ears the first time we walked the beach together. My mind drifted back to those days again and again…

“Come thou font of every blessing…” The choir began.

I knew the font of every blessing—the earth offering up nopales, the hearts of a farm woman and her children, a gas station owner, a humble Native American tribe, Toddy, Russel and Fredrick. So many hearts were the font of blessings.

***

We stood and read, sat and prayed, and my mind wandered back to Jonathan. All the goodness around him and he couldn’t let go of his desperate need to bolster himself by demeaning others. It only had the opposite effect.

The doxology, “…from whom all blessings flow…” Russel and Fredrick came to mind clearly, all their wisdom, their loving ways with little chastising. They’d taken a big chance hiring us. I thanked them from every part of me; their spirits filled my heart in that moment.

That church service awakened things inside me, an expansive feeling for earth and all the people on it. Taste of a coconut raspa came to my tongue, “We’re gonna make it. I know we will.”

People stood.

Smiling, Romy took my hand and led me to the fellowship hall. Urns of coffee gave off clouds of steam as the worshipers stood about chatting. Men openly hugged and kissed each other; women did, too. Others in the room were unperturbed by the open affection between homosexuals.

Mixed crowd was new to me for a moment, then I welcomed that unease. This was how the world was supposed to be. A hug, a brief embrace, a smile offered freely.

Many kinds of love and love is a rare commodity.

***

We joined a group of men who were talking about their recent trip to San Francisco, recognizing many of the names of the clubs, and areas claimed by queer folk to the north. I smiled, remembering our first trip to San Francisco.

“Do you remember when we first went to San Francisco?” I asked as we left the building.

“Sure. Seeing the men whoring. I could have been one of them if you hadn’t kept me away from the curb.”

“Never stopped you.”

“I couldn’t disappoint you. Might have made money, but I’d lose you if I did. That’s how much I loved you. Didn’t have the words to say it.”

Thought about that.

As we entered our home, I took my lover in my arms, “Wine? I think there’s a can of sardines in the cabinet.”

Fin

The next morning, Chad and I donned our caps and gowns, and we got our diplomas.  Our families were cheering us on, and our professors were congratulating us, though Chad and I were harboring a secret that no one else knew.

Chad’s ass still held my load from the night before.  And my own ass held a load of Chad’s: he’d been kind enough to deposit it right before we left the house.  It was really fucking sexy to feel my man’s DNA in me, and to know my DNA was in him, while we marked this milestone in our lives.

Our families bonded a lot faster than we’d expected.  It was the first time they’d been properly introduced, much less spent any time together.  Yet Linda seemed to get along great with my mom, and Patrick even connected with Amy.  Unfortunately Chad’s father was nowhere to be seen, though we weren’t exactly surprised.

That whole weekend was a blur, between the ceremony itself, our families taking us out for dinners and whatnot, saying goodbye to our friends, and all the other stuff that goes with graduation.  But even that was just a taste of the whirlwind to come.

By that point, we were in the home stretch of wedding planning.  We’d gotten all the RSVP’s back, and once again, Chad’s father was notably missing.  That part definitely sucked— there was no sugarcoating that— but we’d already resigned ourselves to the fact that we might never talk to him again.  Chad kept a stiff upper lip, and we both swore not to let it ruin our special day.

We also signed a lease on a place outside of D.C., though we had to do it sight-unseen, since didn’t have time for travel.  The city was crazy expensive, so we could only afford a crappy hole-in-the-wall with a long commute.  Chad was supposed to start his job right after the wedding, which meant we’d need to take the redeye on our wedding night.  Forget about any kind of honeymoon, at least for the time being.

Still, I wasn’t about to complain.  I did think it was cool how Chad and I were venturing into the real world hand-in-hand, side-by-side.  It felt like all the different parts of our lives were finally coming together.  As if everything had been leading up to this moment.

By that last week, basically all the planning was done, and our guests were starting to fly in from all directions.  I’d originally hoped to spend real time with everyone, maybe show them around the city.  But there were just too many people to keep track of: friends, co-workers, aunts, uncles, cousins, you name it.  We ended up putting some info on our wedding website, like things to see and do in the area, and directions to the venue; then we left it at that.

The rehearsal did feel a little weird.  I wasn’t used to being the center of attention, at least among so many people for such a long time.  It kind of felt like they were coming out of the woodwork, though it was also kind of cool, since they were all there to celebrate me and Chad.  We’d been talking about the wedding for so long, trying to figure out every detail; now here we were, actually rehearsing the steps.  Our moms were going to walk us down the aisle, while Amy and Patrick would give speeches at the reception.

I’ve gotta admit, the rehearsal dinner was a little bittersweet.  Obviously I wished Bill would’ve been there.  His absence was especially obvious since my own dad was front and center, even if he looked like a deer in the headlights.  The reality of it all was definitely starting to sink in.  As much as we’d tried to make this like any other wedding, there was no denying our marriage was going to be different, at least compared to most straight couples.

The thing that really got under my skin was our chance of having kids.  We could obviously still hire a surrogate or adopt or whatever.  But we wished we could get the job done just by fucking each other, like how straight couples could.  By the same token, we wished we could have a kid with both of our genes, as if we were coming together into a single person: like with my eyes or body type, combined with Chad’s nose or hair color or whatever.  But none of that was ever going to happen, at least not in that way.

I thought I’d already come to terms with that stuff, back when I’d come out to myself.  But back then it seemed theoretical, not to mention off in the distant future.  Now it was a very real part of my life.  Not that I regretted being gay or whatever, but there was no way to get around those emotions.

Overall, though, I knew I couldn’t complain.  After all, I was marrying the man I loved.  The man who’d unleashed feelings in me that I never knew I could have.  The man who still gave me butterflies whenever he looked in my eyes.  And I knew how incredibly lucky I was to have him.

After the rehearsal dinner, Thaxter and Bruce asked us to swing by their house.  We assumed they just wanted to touch base: since they were catering the wedding, we figured they might have some last-minute question.  When we got there, the place was totally quiet, and all of the lights were off.  At first we were confused, but then—

“SURPRISE!”

A bunch of lights came on, and a crowd leaped out of hiding.  Chad and I jumped back, while the others cheered and blew their party horns.

“Holy shit,” Chad said.  “I mean….”

I had to take a second to look around.  A huge cross-section of our friends were there.  Some of them were obvious, like the guys we’d met through Thaxter: Mason, Madison, Kyle, and Jean-Jacques.  A bunch of our college buddies were there too, all in town for the wedding.  A lot of them were our fraternity brothers: Marcos, Ryan, Drew, Hunter, Travis, and Shane.  Plus the guys from Wildcat Pride: O’Mac, Garrett, and Andre.  Even Chad’s old friend Brandon was there.  Jean-Jacques had apparently pulled some strings and had brought his friends from Vitruvian Men: Flynn, Vince, Logan, Nate, Ray, and Ethan.

“Woah,” I said.  “You guys seriously didn’t need to do this….”

“You said you didn’t need any bachelor parties,” Marcos said, “but you were cool with us doing something for the both of you.  So here we are.”

I’d completely forgotten about that.  “Oh yeah,” I said without thinking.

Marcos put his arm around Chad’s shoulder.  “Plus we wanted to show support.  Considering your dad’s bullshit—”

“If he doesn’t stand by you,” Ryan said, “we want you to know you’ve got others who do.”

Chad clearly didn’t know what to say, and to be honest, neither did I.  I knew Ryan and Marcos had been a big help to Chad years before, especially when he was struggling to come out to his family.  But Chad had kept the more recent stuff pretty private.  The fact that Ryan and Marcos remembered— and that they knew it was still going on, and that they still cared— was pretty damn impressive.

Thaxter cleared his throat.  “It’s like I’ve always said… queers like us have got to stick together.”

“Wow,” Chad said, and he gave Marcos a big hug.  Then he hugged Ryan, Thaxter, and a couple of others.  Meanwhile, Kyle turned on the music, and Drew started passing out drinks.

I started to realize how much thought they’d put into this.  The beers were the same ones I’d recommended to Thaxter years before.  The snacks were all Chad’s guilty pleasures like chips and guac, seasoned popcorn, and cheese puffs.

Bruce made a toast, and everybody drank to me and Chad.  I have to say I was flattered, though I knew we couldn’t drink too much; we couldn’t risk being hung over the next day.

We definitely appreciated being able to catch up with our friends.  We hadn’t seen the twins, Mason and Madison, in ages.  They’d been through a pretty tough time, since their family had completely cut them off, but they insisted they’d come out of it stronger.

“Here’s what we learned,” Mason said.  “You know that cliche about the family you’re born into, versus the family you choose?  I mean, Thaxter’s right.  As long as someone’s got your back… it doesn’t really matter which category they fall into.”

“Yeah,” Chad said, “I guess when you put it that way—”

“In your case,” Madison said, “no matter what happens… you’ll always have your man.”

I snorted.  I was kind of flattered that they’d put it that way, but I felt the same way about Chad.  As far as I was concerned, he was my rock, much more so than I could ever be his.

As we talked, some of the guys started getting in the pool, starting with Garrett, Andre, and Nate.  Chad and I were tempted to join them, but we didn’t have swim trunks with us.  Bruce told us not to worry; he and Thaxter had extras, which they let us borrow.  Vince and Logan did the same thing, so they started swimming around while Chad and I soaked in the jacuzzi.

“By the way,” Brandon said as he walked over to us, “I never got to thank you for your advice.”

“What advice?” I asked.

“Chad was giving me all kinds of pointers.  About coming out and stuff.  And he connected me with these guys.”  He pointed to Thaxter and Bruce.

“It’s cool,” Chad replied.  “I mean… you would’ve done that for me.”

“Yeah I guess,” Brandon said, “i-it’s just, well, it feels like I’ve got a lot left to learn.”

Chad shrugged.  “You and me both,” he replied.  “I’m not exactly a fountain of wisdom.  I’ve just been out of the closet a little longer than you.”

“Yeah I guess….”

Just then, we all saw a blur of skin as Travis jumped in the pool buck naked.  He did a cannonball into the water, which sent a big splash all over us.

Apparently the others were out of swim trunks, but Travis didn’t seem to care.  As soon as he surfaced, he made a beeline toward Nate and the others.  As he swam, his bare ass bobbed up and down.

Brandon diverted his eyes, as if he was scared of seeing something he shouldn’t.  But he was clearly intrigued; all his inner conflicts were being broadcast on his face.

“Dude,” Chad said as he lowered his voice, “it’s all right.  You’re at a gay pool party… you don’t need to look away.”

Brandon blinked.  Then he turned his head just in time to see Hunter strip down too, then get in the water himself.  Ethan followed a split second later.

Some of the others noticed Brandon’s reaction.  “You wanna join us?” Logan asked.  “Don’t be scared.  The water’s fine.”

Brandon looked back at me and Chad.  He didn’t say a word; he just scratched the back of his head.

“You know,” Chad said, “it’s not like you need my permission.”

Brandon took a deep breath, pulled off his shirt, and flicked off his flip-flops.  Then he yanked down his pants, revealing his well-toned ass and his package.  And he tiptoed into the pool.

Chad and I both looked at each other.  “So,” I said, “I guess you’re his mentor now?”

“Not really,” he said.  “I just helped him put on the training wheels he needed.  Where he goes from here… well, that’s up to him.”

By that point, the patio had basically turned into a dance floor.  A lot of the guys were busting a move, though Mason and Madison put the others to shame, being professional dancers and all.  The two of them kept gyrating their bodies, first against each other, then against Jean-Jacques and Ray who weren’t about to resist.

The party gradually got rowdier from there.  Nate seemed to take a particular interest in Travis’s naked body.  The two of them just flirted at first; then they started chasing each other around the pool, and they kept splashing water at each other.  Travis’s anatomy was bouncing around the whole time, in full view of everyone.

Ethan got out of the pool, and for a second or two, he just let the water drip off his bare skin.  He swung his head from side to side, and drops of water went every which way.  Then he walked across the patio, acting totally casual, never mind his penis swinging freely beneath him.

I wanted to ask Chad what he thought, but then I realized I didn’t really need to.  I could tell he liked what he saw, and to be honest, I did too.  We stared in each other’s eyes for a second, then clasped our hands together and snuggled up against one another.  Then we relaxed our bodies, and we let the jacuzzi water swirl all around us.

Logan seemed to have taken Brandon under his wing.  He gave him a tentative kiss; at first Brandon didn’t move, but then he responded in kind.  Slowly but surely, the two of them started making out.

It didn’t take long before Ryan, Marcos, and Drew followed suit.  All three boys were sitting on a lounge chair, kissing and caressing each others’ bodies.  But unlike Brandon, they seemed completely at ease.  By now they’d been a throuple long enough that they knew just what to do.

I gotta admit, even though I’d known those three for years, I still kind of marveled at their relationship.  I couldn’t imagine having an extra man in my life, but if there was one thing I’d learned throughout this whole experience, it was that you should stay true to yourself and love who you love.  And since all three boys were clearly into each other, as far as I was concerned, they were right for each other.

By this point Nate and Travis had stopped running around the pool, and they’d started making out too.  Travis’s dick was getting visibly harder.  Nate was still wearing his swim trunks, but we could all see the outline of his cock, and it kept getting stiffer and stiffer.

Chad and I kept eyeing them more and more, till we were practically transfixed.  I hadn’t forgotten how Logan and Nate had been the first guys I’d ever jacked off too, and Brandon had been Chad’s first-ever boy crush.  Not to mention Travis had been the one who’d made us jack off in front of one another, while Ryan, Marcos, and Drew had given us revelations of their own.  Now here they were, all indulging their own urges, right in front of our eyes.

Logan laid down on the patio, pulled off his swim trunks, and motioned for Brandon to service his dick.  Brandon clearly wanted to do as he was told, but he still seemed nervous. 

“It’s okay,” Logan said.  “None of us are gonna see anything we haven’t seen before.  Remember… we’re all cocksuckers too.”

Brandon looked around at the other guys.  Then he turned back to Logan, opened his mouth, and wrapped his tongue around Logan’s dick.

The throuple was also getting randy.  Ryan pulled off Marcos’s shirt, while Marcos pulled off Drew’s, and Drew pulled off Ryan’s, all while they kept on making out.  Then they went through the same drill with their pants, except in a different order: Marcos pulled off Ryan’s, which sent Ryan’s dick flopping into the open, after which Ryan pulled off Drew’s, and Drew pulled off Marcos’s.  All three of them laid flat against their lounge chair, and their naked bodies started to intertwine.

By now Logan had spread his legs to give Brandon easier access.  Brandon was starting to lose his inhibitions, sucking Logan harder and harder, while Logan gasped and groaned.

“Oh fuck,” Logan said as he swiveled his hips.  “You’re a fucking natural at this….”

“Mm,” was all Brandon could say with his mouth full.

“So,” Logan said, “do you wanna ride this cock?”

Brandon blinked, but otherwise he didn’t respond.  He just kept on sucking away.

“I bet you do,” Logan said.  “I bet you’ll love this dick up your ass….”

I could tell Logan was right.  Brandon’s cravings were obvious from the way he devoured that man meat.  His head kept swinging from side to side, and he had an eager look in his eyes.

Vince handed Logan a condom and lube.  At first Brandon kept sucking Logan’s dick, as if he didn’t want to stop, but then he pulled back.

“Are you serious?” Brandon asked.

Logan didn’t answer at first.  He rolled the condom on his dick, then coated it with lube.  “It’s all yours,” Logan said.

Brandon paused for a second, then jumped out of the pool.  Water came pouring off his body, with the biggest streams running down his back and his buttcrack.  By this point his dick was visibly throbbing.  He climbed on top of Logan’s body, then lowered his ass toward Logan’s cockhead.  “Fuck,” he said as his hand guided Logan’s dick up his butt.  Finally Brandon threw his head back, and his cheeks came to rest on Logan’s crotch. Brandon adjusted his body a little, then started bouncing up and down.

I looked over at Chad, who was openly staring at Brandon.  I couldn’t help wondering if Chad was a little jealous; after all, if things had gone differently, that could’ve been his own dick in Brandon’s ass.  But Chad didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered.  If anything, he held me tighter as he kept watching the show.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Logan said as he thrust into Brandon.

“Yeah?” Brandon said.  “You like that?”

Logan grinned as he kept gyrating his hips.  “The tighter the better,” he said.

On the other side of the pool, Ryan, Marcos, and Drew were busy playing with each other’s dicks.  Their arms, legs, and torsos were spilling over the sides of the chair.  Drew practically fell to the ground, but he didn’t seem to mind.  Marcos plopped down next to him, grabbed his dick, and started sucking away.  Then Ryan followed; he put his dick in front of Drew, while he himself went down on Marcos.  Finally Drew started blowing Ryan, creating an unbroken chain.

Nate and Travis just cut to the chase.  Nate took off his swim trunks and got himself ready, while Travis laid down on his back.  Then Nate slid his dick into Travis, and they started banging away.

“Hot damn,” Hunter said as he watched the boys go at it.  Hunter was still naked himself, so we could all see his cock standing at attention, while his balls twitched ever so slightly.  He was obviously yearning for some action of its own.

By now Ethan was openly touching himself.  Ray was too, except he was still wearing pants; at first he just played with his dick through the cloth, but then he unzipped his fly, pulled out his rod, and started full-on stroking away.

Chad’s dick was also standing at attention.  I could tell he was oozing pre-cum, though it wasn’t visible underwater.  But to my well-trained eyes, his hormones were practically seeping through his pores.

I whispered in his ear.  “If you want to jack off too,” I said, “go ahead.”

“No,” he said.  “Remember… it’s our last night as unmarried men.”

“W-what does that mean?”

“I want to do something special.  Something more than jacking off.”

I nodded.  “Okay,” I said, “if you want to end our single years with a bang—”

“Babe… you know our single years have been over for a while.”

“Well….”  I ran my hands across his chest, and I had to resist the urge to reach for his crotch.  “Whatever you want to do tonight… I just want you to feel good.”

Chad looked in my eyes, and he put a few fingers on my lips.  “With you, babe,” he said, “I always feel good.”

I couldn’t argue with that.  I just kissed his fingers, and I didn’t say a word.

Just a few feet away, Brandon was still riding Logan like a champ.  Brandon put his arms up, giving us a nice view of his pits.  His cock and balls kept flopping around, up and down, back and forth, while Logan reamed his ass.

Chad’s eyes followed Brandon’s body in perfect synchronization.  I knew what Chad was thinking— or, rather, what he was lusting after— though I didn’t mind it one bit.  I’d meant it when I’d said I just wanted him to feel good.  The only thing that mattered was me getting his dick in the end.

Chad and I weren’t the only ones getting horny as hell.  The throuple was still going at it, with each of them blowing another, but Ryan was watching Brandon too.  “I fucking need that,” he said to his boyfriends.  “One of you is gonna need to fuck me right now.”

Marcos and Drew just looked at each other.  They didn’t seem sure who should do the honors.  “Is it your turn or mine?” Marcos asked.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Ryan said.  Then he got on all fours, and he stuck out his ass, letting everyone see his eager pucker.

“You take the other end,” Marcos said to Drew.  Both boys kneeled over Ryan’s body, and they offered him their boners: Drew in front, with Marcos in the back.

“Mm,” Ryan said as he took both of his boyfriends in either end of his body.  Marcos slid his dick up Ryan’s ass, while Drew slid his dick down Ryan’s throat.  All three boys started getting into their rhythm.  Their technique was clearly well-rehearsed: each boy knew what the other two needed.

Mason and Madison were also putting their experience to good use— though in their case it was their dancing and stripping.  By now they were twerking to the music, which slowly morphed into a full-blown striptease.  They did all the same stuff they would’ve been doing onstage, playing with their clothes, taking off one thing at a time, and trying to keep us from seeing too much.  But it didn’t take long before they were naked too.

“Hot damn,” Kyle said.  He wasn’t even trying to hide the tent in his pants.  Flynn was sitting right next to him, and he was clearly hard too.  The two of them started pressing their bodies against one another, though they also kept watching the sights all around them.

We were basically surrounded by man flesh, to the point that Chad didn’t seem to know where to look.  Part of him was still watching Brandon and Logan, but another part was eyeing Kyle and Flynn.  Plus he also seemed hungry for the other boys.  I was tempted to service Chad’s cock, maybe help him live out some of his fantasies.  But before I could, I heard yet another moan behind us.

Garrett and Andre had gotten naked too.  Andre had positioned himself on all fours with his ass in the air, and he’d offered his body to Garrett.  I caught a glimpse of Andre’s pucker, which I’d never seen before, as Garrett flicked it with his tongue.  But I only saw it for a second before Garrett buried his face in that ass.

“Oh fuck,” Andre said as he threw his head back.  He obviously loved getting rimmed.  Not that I could blame him; I’d always dug the sensation of Chad’s lips on my hole, or his tongue up my chute.  That thought, in turn, made we want to rim Chad.  Either that, or I wanted him to do it to me.  After all, my man was an expert at that.

Before I could do anything, Brandon and Logan rolled over, and they started fucking missionary.  “Yeah,” Brandon said, “fuck, you feel so good in me….”

“You like that?” Logan asked as he kept pounding away.

“O-oh yeah,” Brandon gasped, “don’t stop fucking me, o-oh God… oh fuck yeah—”

“Take this,” Logan said as he thrust into him faster and faster.

Brandon hadn’t touched his own dick at all.  But now he couldn’t seem to resist: he started jacking himself off while Logan kept reaming his hole.

I had to wonder what was going through Brandon’s head.  Considering how new he was to the gay world, he’d probably never seen anything like this, at least outside of porn.  It was almost like he was going through an initiation, the same way Chad and I had done with our fraternity brothers.  At the same time, Brandon was so into it that I couldn’t help wondering if he was going through a slut phase.  If he was, I could only hope he wouldn’t make the same mistakes I did; and wherever his journey took him, I hoped it would be an exciting one.

Chad was staring at Brandon too.  He clearly couldn’t wait for the man to cum.  I could practically see the reflection in Chad’s eyes as Brandon’s body writhed on the ground.

“Holy fuck!” Brandon yelled as his muscles seized up, and he busted his nut.  A long jet of cum  flew into the air, twisted around, and landed on his shoulder.  Then a bunch of splatters went every which way.

“Damn,” Chad said as he licked his lips.  He was trying to hide how much that turned him on, but I knew.  I could hear it in his voice.  Not to mention I recognized the look on his face.

Kyle, on the other hand, wasn’t hiding a thing.  He’d pulled Flynn’s pants partway down, and he was playing with himself while he worshiped Flynn’s cock.  He caressed that shaft with his tongue, then ran his whole face across Flynn’s package.  He seemed to savor the sensation of Flynn’s boner against his lips, his cheek, his nose, and his forehead.  Then he gripped it firmly and gave it a few strokes.  “I need this inside me,” he finally said.

“Yes sir,” Flynn said as he dropped his trou the rest of the way, and he went for the condoms and lube.

Kyle stripped off the rest of his clothes, and he got in position.  He laid on his side, on another lounge chair, and he lifted one leg.  Then Flynn crouched behind him, and without further ado, he slid his dick inside.

At the next chair over, Mason was lying back with his legs spread wide, while Madison gave him a blowjob.  Ethan, Hunter, Jean-Jacques, Vince, and Ray were all watching the show, each one quietly stroking himself.

“So,” Logan said to Ethan, who was sitting right beside him, “d’you like that?”

“Fuck yeah,” Ethan said.

“You want some of that for yourself?”

Ethan didn’t say a word.  He didn’t really need to answer, since the look on his face said it all.

Logan moved in for a kiss, and he and Ethan started making out.  One thing led to another as they got more and more intense.  At first I assumed Logan would top, but he didn’t; instead, he lubed up his hole, and he let Ethan impale it.

By now the orgy was so huge that it was almost hard to follow.  Eight guys were doing anal: Nate, Travis, Marcos, Ryan, Kyle, Flynn, Logan, and Ethan, not counting Brandon who’d finished.  Plus the five guys doing oral, either giving or receiving: Drew, Andre, Garrett, Mason, and Madison.  Not to mention the others jacking off.

It only took a minute before the lineup shifted, as Ryan, Marcos, and Drew switched positions.  Now it was Marcos’s turn to get spit-roasted: he bottomed for Drew while he sucked Ryan’s dick.  It also didn’t take long before Garrett and Andre went from rimming to fucking, as Garrett stuck his cock in the butt he’d just eaten.  Then Mason and Madison did basically the same thing, as Madison took the dick he’d just sucked.

Chad and I curled up even closer together.  Under normal circumstances, our dicks would’ve been straining against our clothes; but the jacuzzi’s jets were swirling water all around us, and bubbles were inflating our swim trunks.  We could’ve gotten naked right then and there, or we could’ve fooled around underwater without the others knowing.  But I already felt like I was in heaven, snuggling with my man, feeling our boners press into each other.  All while watching my fetish play out in front of me.  It was a moment that my younger virgin self could’ve never imagined.

Travis was still taking Nate like a champ.  They’d been going at it quite a while, but Travis seemed to be in no hurry to stop.  He moaned with every thrust from Nate’s dick, while his own dick and ballsack bounced back and forth.  Eventually he reached up and pulled Nate closer,   and they started making out.

Shane and O’Mac were the only other guys who’d stayed on the sidelines: they’d just watched without doing anything else.  But now Shane whispered to his boyfriend: “I want you to fuck me like that.”

O’Mac frowned and shook his head.  “You know I never top.”

“Well,” Shane said as he put one arm around him, “there’s a first time for everything.”

“Wait,” Hunter said as he butted into the discussion.  “Are you saying you’ve never topped?”

O’Mac flicked his wrist.  “Do I look like a top to you?”

“I think you’d be a good one,” Shane said.  “And I would know.”  Without waiting for an answer, Shane pulled off his shirt and yanked down his pants, and his hard cock bounced into view.

“I—”

“Are you saying you don’t want to have sex with me?”

“Of course I’m not saying that.”

“Okay,” Shane said as he pulled off his boyfriend’s clothes, “I’ll return the favor… I promise.”

I’d never seen O’Mac’s dick before, but it turned out to be gorgeous— a lot like the dick we’d seen on his brother when we’d caught him in the shower.  I could see why Shane would want that rod up his butt.  Of course, Shane had a good-sized dick of his own, so I could see how O’Mac would want that too.  For a moment they both stared at each other, as if they were debating what to do.

Finally O’Mac gave a quiet nod, and his boyfriend responded with a grin.  Shane laid flat on the ground, with his legs open wide, so we could all see his taint and his package.  Then he lubed himself up, and he motioned for O’Mac to come over.

O’Mac was visibly nervous.  He got between Shane’s legs, and he touched his cockhead against Shane’s hole.  But he almost seemed afraid to go in.

Shane gripped O’Mac’s flesh, and he guided his boyfriend’s body till he was in all the way.  “Oh yeah,” he said, “your dick feels so good….”

O’Mac nodded but didn’t say anything.  He looked like he was still getting used to the sensation.

“Now fuck me,” Shane said.  “Don’t be shy.”

It was kind of funny to see Shane act like that.  I hadn’t forgotten when he’d just started questioning his sexuality, and how he’d lost his man virginity in the basement of our frat house.  Yet here he was, acting like an old pro as he demanded dick.

O’Mac’s thrusts were awkward at first, but then he got the hang of it.  He seemed to start enjoying himself, and his rhythm got smoother and smoother.  Then he started making out with his man as they banged away.

Travis let out another moan as Nate’s dick pistoned his ass.  “Oh shit,” Travis gasped.  “Oh shit… oh shit… oh shit… O-O-O-O-O-OH HOLY FUCK!”  Then he started cumming all over himself.

Nate kept going as long as Travis’s dick kept shooting.  Then Nate pulled out and yanked off his condom, and he jerked himself off the rest of the way.  “Fuck yeah,” he said as his body twitched, and his eyes rolled back in his head.  Then he busted his nut all over Travis’s cock and balls.

Logan and Ethan weren’t far behind them.  Ethan started grunting louder and louder, and his thrusts got faster and faster.  Then his tendons went taut, and he embedded his dick deep in Logan’s ass.

“Yeah,” Logan said as he stroked himself harder and harder, “keep cumming in me….”  Then he got off himself, and his jizz splattered in all directions.

“I’m getting close too,” Marcos said, and both of his boyfriends responded.  Drew pulled his dick from his ass, while Ryan laid flat on the ground.

“I’ll do the honors,” Drew said as he climbed on top of Ryan.  Then, without batting an eye, he started riding Ryan’s dick while blowing Marcos too.

Marcos’s ass was still quivering from the pounding it had just gotten.  Drew fingered it ever so slightly.

“Yeah babes,” Marcos said.  “You guys feel so good… oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum….”

Drew looked up at Marcos, without taking his mouth off Marcos’s cock.  He nodded his head, like he was giving Marcos permission to nut.

“Oh shit!” Marcos yelled as his ass tightened up, and his ballsack contracted.  He thrust into Drew’s mouth, and Drew happily took it.  Ryan didn’t miss a beat; he kept his rhythm going while Marcos kept on cumming.

Finally Marcos let out a sigh, and he pulled his dick from Drew’s mouth.  His load was still sloshing around on Drew’s tongue.  Instead of swallowing, Drew leaned down to Ryan and gave him a kiss, so the two of them could share their boyfriend’s jizz.

Garrett was the next to go over the edge.  He just yelled “oh shit!” as he slammed his dick into Andre’s ass.

“Yeah baby,” Andre said.  “Give it to me….”

Kyle started orgasming at almost the same moment.  He screamed with pleasure as Flynn pounded his hole, while jets of cum flew across his chair.

“Fuck yeah!” Garrett said, as he gave Andre a few final thrusts.  Then he stopped to catch his breath, and he pulled out his cock.  As he did, a glob of his cum dripped from Andre’s hole.

The orgy still wasn’t over, not by a long shot.  Four of the guys were still fucking: Mason, Madison, O’Mac, and Shane.  A bunch of the others were stroking their cocks and hungry for more.

Hunter and Ray had just been watching the whole time, and were now fondling each other.  Neither one said a word, though they didn’t really need to, since their body language did the talking.  They both knew it was time to go all the way.  Ray reached for the condoms and lube, and he got himself ready while the two of them both made out.  Then Hunter climbed on top of Ray’s body, lowered his ass on Ray’s dick, and started riding him reverse-cowboy.

“Fuck,” Vince said as he played with himself, “I want in on this too….”

“You wanna join us?” Mason asked.

“Does that count for me too?” Jean-Jacques asked.

“Hey wait,” Brandon said.  “Don’t forget our guests of honor.”

All eyes turned to me and Chad.  They almost seemed embarrassed for not having included us.

Chad and I glanced at each other, but we could tell we were both on the same page.  “We’re cool,” Chad said.  “You guys are putting on a hell of a show.”

“Are you sure?” Brandon asked.

“We’re sure,” I replied.  “Don’t worry about us.  Remember… we’re the ones who’ll end up getting dick till death do us part.”

“Well all right… I mean, if you want to put it that way….”

“Anyway, where were we?” Madison asked.

“Right about here,” Mason said as he pulled out of Madison and grabbed Vince’s cock.  “I bet this is gonna feel awesome in my ass.”

“I’ll take this one,” Ethan said to Brandon.

“And I want this one,” Nate said to Kyle.  He and the others were so casual, they acted like they were picking out food at a store.  Like they all wanted a prime cut of meat.

With that, the boys started off on their second round.  Mason laid flat on his back, and he lifted one leg so that Vince could fuck him in a pirate’s bounty.  Madison positioned himself right off to the side, waving his dick at Vince’s mouth.  Vince was happy to oblige them both: he started sucking Madison while pounding away at Mason.

Ethan sat on Brandon’s lap, wrapped his legs around his body, and took control of Brandon’s cock.  Ethan teased him for a second, caressing Brandon’s shaft with his buttcrack, sliding it up and down ever so gently.  Then Ethan positioned his pucker against Brandon’s cockhead, and he guided that man meat inside him.

Kyle laid flat on one of the chairs, while Nate sat down on his cock.  Then Nate laid down with his back on Kyle’s chest, and they started fucking in a pearly gates.

Jean-Jacques moved in on Hunter and Ray.  At first he just played with Hunter’s dick, carefully stroking him while Ray kept thrusting into him.  But it was pretty obvious Jean-Jacques wanted more.

“I want in on this too,” Flynn said as he offered himself to Ethan and Brandon.  Both boys went for his cock, licking and sucking without breaking their own rhythm.  At first they both serviced him at once, but then they started to take turns: Ethan blew him for a minute, then let Brandon take over.

Jean-Jacques, Hunter, and Ray were now switching positions.  Ray’s dick was still inside Hunter, but now Hunter was sticking his dick in Jean-Jacques, so the three of them were in a train.  It took a second for them to get synchronized, but then they got the hang of it, and they started thrusting away.

The other threesome had now come apart, though they were still making out: Drew, Ryan, and Marcos were each fondling each other and working their cocks.  Travis was sitting just off to their side, also stroking himself while he watched the others go at it.

“Oh baby,” Shane was saying as O’Mac pounded away.  “Fuck, I love your dick in me….”

“Yeah?” O’Mac said, but then Shane kissed him so hard that he couldn’t say anything more.

Shane clearly loved being the bottom for a change.  His whole body was squirming with pleasure, and he kept moaning as he made out with his man.  His arms and legs were wrapped around O’Mac, clutching him as tightly as humanly possible.

O’Mac seemed to have gotten into his groove, thrusting into Shane harder and harder.  Apparently topping was a skill that he hadn’t known he had.

Shane let out a yelp, and he broke off their kiss.  He barely got out the words “HOLY FUCK!” before his cum blasted out of his cock.  His ropes were thick and creamy, and they piled on top of one another, till his whole load was jiggling on his abs.

“Oh yeah,” Mason said as he went past the point of no return.  He stroked his cock while Vince pounded his load out of him.

Flynn couldn’t take it any longer.  He grabbed Brandon’s head and face-fucked him harder and harder.  Then he pumped his cum in Brandon’s mouth.

Chad licked his lips.  He didn’t say anything, but I knew what he was thinking.  Chad’s first boy crush was eating a load from his favorite porn star.  Chad was clearly marveling at the sight, but he was happy to let them do their thing, and he showed no signs of wanting to join in.  He just let out a deep sigh and held me tight.

I noticed Ryan, Marcos, and Drew were also holding back.  Granted, they’d all been jacking, sucking, and fucking in front of us; but they’d kept it all between them, unlike years past when they’d fooled around with others.  They actually went about it the same way Garrett and Andre did, or for that matter O’Mac and Shane.  They just wanted each other, and that was it.  Of course the difference was with Ryan, Marcos, and Drew being a throuple, so they could still mix things up amongst themselves.  Still, their commitment to each other was obvious, and it was a far cry from the open relationship they’d had in the past.

Travis, on the other hand, seemed as slutty as ever.  “Okay, new rule,” he said.  As he stood up, we saw he was still covered in cum from before.  “I don’t want to see any more of your loads going to waste.  From now on, consider me your bukkake boy.”  Then he laid down in the middle of the crowd.

The others were quiet at first.  “So,” Hunter said, “you want us all to cum on you?”

“Well yeah,” Travis said as he looked around at our fraternity brothers.  “Think of it this way.  It’s like when we played cum-on-a-cookie… except this time I get to be the cookie.”

I’ve gotta say I’d never thought of Travis as a cum whore.  Based on the others’ expressions, I don’t think they had either.  But the more I thought about it, the more I figured it made sense.  He’d always seemed to love initiating pledges.  Including that weekend when he’d initiated me and Chad.  Not that we were about to complain.

Nine of these fuckers still hadn’t gotten off: O’Mac, Andre, Ryan, Drew, Madison, Hunter, Ray, Vince, and Jean-Jacques.  Travis’s boner made clear how badly he wanted them to bust.

Ryan was the first to follow Travis’s orders, though he seemed to tease him a little.  Ryan knelt on the ground and conveyed the orders to his boyfriends.  “You heard the man,” he said to Drew and Marcos.  “Stop the bullshit and fuck me.”

“Amen to that,” O’Mac said to Shane.

“At your service,” Shane replied.

O’Mac put his arms around his man.  “You know I love you,” he said, “and you know I’ll always take care of you… but I’m still a bottom at heart.”

“I do know that,” Shane replied, “which is why I made you a promise.”  Then the two of them stared making out while O’Mac lubed himself up.

Finally Shane aimed his dick at O’Mac’s hole, and he made his way inside.  O’Mac gasped as he took that massive rod up his ass, and he savored every inch along the way.  Then he smiled and groaned with pleasure.

Andre was just as demanding.  He forced Garrett to start pounding him again, though Andre’s hole was already full of Garrett’s cum.  Andre kept on stroking himself while Garrett pistoned away.

The anal train also kept going.  Ray kept fucking Hunter, while Hunter kept fucking Jean-Jacques.

The other guys kept jacking off even harder.  Kyle was going for his second nut as he fingered his hole with one hand as he stroked himself with the other.  Ethan was basically doing the same thing, except he skipped the ass play.   Vince didn’t need an excuse to beat his meat; he just started pounding himself as hard as he could.

Mason and Madison started making out, as each one stroked the other’s cock.  Brandon also made out with Nate, while Flynn made out with Logan.

Ryan’s eyes were shut tight as Drew plowed his ass.  Then Ryan’s mouth dropped open, his hole clamped down on his boyfriend’s rod, and he seemed to aim his nozzle the best he could.  “Oh shit!” Ryan yelled as he shot his load in Travis’s face.  His first rope hit Travis’s nose, the second went sort of diagonally across his cheek and his forehead, and the third splattered on his lips and his chin.

Madison went next, though he kept his lips locked with Mason’s the whole time.  His dick spasmed in his hand, and his man milk lathered Travis’s package.  Some of his cum shot on Travis’s ballsack, some of it disappeared in his pubes, and some of it went on his shaft and his abs.

Mason couldn’t seem to stop himself at that point.  He busted a second nut, adding his own juices on top of Madison’s.  He still kept making out with Madison, as if he didn’t want to stop.

Travis looked like he was in a daze as he stared up at the other guys.  From his angle, he must’ve had a helluva view, with all those hairy taints, bouncing balls, and throbbing cockheads.  In all conceivable shapes, sizes, and colors.  All primed to erupt all over him.  And he seemed to love every second of it.

The throuple switched positions yet again, so now Marcos was fucking Drew, while Ryan caressed them both.  Drew clearly loved getting fucked up his ass, so he smiled even as he closed his eyes and moaned.  He seemed to be enjoying himself just as much as O’Mac, for the same basic reason: there just wasn’t any denying the joys of getting reamed.

Andre seemed to feel the same way.  He was still bottoming for Garrett, though Garrett’s earlier load had kept leaking from his hole and was now running down his leg.  “Oh baby,” he gasped.  “Holy shit… oh God….”  Then, a split second later, Andre unleashed his man milk on Travis.

As soon as Andre was done, Garrett yanked his dick out and jacked himself off.  His earlier cum was now his lube, and it gurgled and spurted as he pounded his pud.

Kyle splooged about a second after that.  His body jerked right as he was cumming, so his load went every which way.  Most of it landed on Travis’s pecs, though some of it got on his shoulders, and a few drops missed their target completely.

“Oh yeah,” O’Mac said between grunts, as his boyfriend kept plowing his ass.  O’Mac was so vocal that we could practically hear him going over the edge.  Then he went silent, and he too jizzed on Travis.

“Fuck!” Drew said as he busted too.  Then Flynn and Logan broke off their kiss, as they nutted in almost perfect synchronization.

Jean-Jacques yelled something in French, then added his load to the mix.  He savored the feeling for a moment; then, as soon as his dick was done shooting, he switched places with his boys.  Now Jean-Jacques was at the back of the anal train, while Ray was in the middle and Hunter was in the front.

The throuple also switched positions, so that Ryan was fucking Marcos.  It was almost a perfect reversal of the night we’d first met, when Chad and I had watched Marcos fuck the cum out of Ryan, all under Travis’s watchful eye.  I couldn’t help thinking how that night had come full circle.

Ethan seemed to be trying to edge, hoping to prolong the moment as long as he could, but his body wasn’t cooperating.  He was so turned on— thanks to the countless cocks and balls around him— that he got off in spite of himself.

By this point, Travis’s body was dripping with cum, or at least a lot of it was.  But he clearly wanted more, and the other guys were happy to oblige.

Hunter went next; he unleashed his chowder in a second or two, scoring a direct hit in Travis’s eyes.  After that, Nate shot his wad too, though most of it went on Travis’s inner thighs and taint.

Shane was basically following Garrett’s lead: he’d pulled out of his man and was jacking off too.  Garrett’s face scrunched up, and he yelped as his penis cream went all over Travis.  Shane quickly followed suit.

Marcos and Ray were still getting fucked, but neither could last any longer.  Both of them got off while they savored the dicks in their ass.

Last but not least were Travis and Brandon.  They’d both cum earlier, but now they couldn’t resist jacking off.  Travis was so completely drenched that he let off splatters as he stroked.  But it only took a few seconds before he arched his back, and he added his own load to the mix.

“Holy fuck,” Brandon said as he finished off the orgy with his dick erupting with cum.  It was a sight that would’ve driven a high-school-aged Chad downright wild.  Once again, Brandon shot some long creamy ropes that seemed to twist in mid-air.  Most of his juices ended up on Travis, so they became part of the soup that was already there.  Brandon didn’t stop there, at least not right away.  He kept pounding his pud till the bursts got smaller and smaller, then finally ceased.  At that point, most of his body went limp, and he tried to catch his breath.

“Damn,” Travis said, “that was fucking amazing.”  He tried to sit up, but man milk spilled all over him as he moved.  Some of it got in his eyes, so he tried to wipe his face.  Then his foot slipped, and he plopped back down on the ground, and he just let his body wallow in a cum-covered bliss.

Chad leaned over and kissed me.  “Did you like that?” he asked.

I knew I didn’t need to answer outright.  Chad knew my orgy fetish better than anyone.  “How much of this was your doing?” I asked.

“Nothing really,” he said.  “They just asked if they needed to keep things PG-13, and I said no… though I also said you’d just want to watch.”

“Sounds like you were right on both counts,” I said as I gave him another kiss.  I was still kind of amazed at how well Chad saw through me, and how closely he was in sync with me.  Even though most of these guys had seen us naked— in a lot of cases jacking off or fucking— we both knew that stuff was behind us.  Now Chad’s dick was my exclusive territory, just like my dick was his, either visually or otherwise.

When we went to change back into our clothes, we realized Thaxter and Bruce had retreated inside the house.  They hadn’t been part of the fuck-fest at all, but now it was obvious what they were doing.  Their bedroom door was closed, but we could hear the groans and grunts from inside.

Chad and I both looked at each other.  Chad closed the guest room door so we could be alone.  But we could still hear the noises through the walls.

“I guess that’s our future,” he said.

I chewed my lip at first, then nodded.  There’d been a time where I could hardly imagine us as old men; but that too was long past.  Now it was easy to see us going gray together.  At least it was easy for me.  “Well,” I said, “all I can say is… I hope we’ll still be fucking our brains out.”

“I’m pretty sure that can be arranged,” Chad said.  Thaxter and Bruce’s voices were just as passionate as the twentysomethings we’d just watched— actually quite a bit more.  After all, the two of them had spent a lot of their life together, and it showed.

“I guess that gives us something to look forward to,” I said as I put my arms around my man.  “You know… I seriously want you to know how much I love you.”

“You know I love you too… more than you can believe.”  And with that, we started making out.  The smell of Chad’s skin poured into my lungs, while the taste of his tongue wrapped around mine.

I could feel Chad’s hands caressing my back, as they made their way further and further down.  I’d almost forgotten we were there to take off our swim trunks, though Chad was happy to remind me.  He slid his fingers inside my waistband, then started pulling it down.  I responded in kind, pulling Chad’s swim trunks off his ass, and massaging his glutes.  Finally we pulled off our swim trunks the rest of the way, and I laid back on the guest bed.  Chad lubed me up with his spit, laid down on top of me, and guided his penis inside me.

With that, Chad and I started making love, for what we knew would be our last time as fiancés.  Our last time allegedly living in sin.  Our last time before I got to call him my husband— which was what turned me on more than anything else.

We took it nice and slow as we wrapped our bodies around one another.  I loved how we were completely alone together, pleasuring each other with no artificial help, not even a dab of lube.  I felt a little more friction than usual, but by that point, my ass knew his cock so well that it hardly even mattered.

If anything, I could feel his anatomy that much more as it slid in and out of my hole.  My sphincter embraced him as tightly as ever.  I got to savor the ridge on the underside of his shaft, the veins that ran right beneath the surface and that throbbed when he was horny. I could practically feel the pores on his rod.

Most of all, I loved the feeling of our lips locked together.  Our tongues swirling around each other’s mouths.  Our spit mixing together.  Not to mention the smell of Chad’s breath, and the knowledge that I was breathing in air that had just come from inside him.  To me, that was sexier than all the sucking and fucking of all our other friends put together.

Chad seemed to feel the same way.  “Oh baby,” he said as we kept making out, “you’re such a fucking stud….”

“You’re the stud around here….”

“I don’t know about that,” he replied as he shivered with pleasure.

Just then, his cockhead hit my prostate, and my body jolted with electricity.  My lips slammed against his, this time harder than before, as I stifled the sounds coming out of my body.  Chad swiveled his hips, then slowly thrust back into me.  His piss slit brushed against my G-spot, which set off whole new waves of ecstasy.

“Mm,” Chad mumbled as he kept on kissing me.  His balls were clearly starting to boil; I could tell from the way his breaths were getting quicker, his movements were more intense, and his dick was swelling inside me.

He hit my prostate again, and I let out a muffled scream, though I made sure to keep Chad’s lips firmly locked against mine.  My neurons started firing harder than ever.

Finally both of our bodies seized up, and we both orgasmed at once.  Chad erupted inside me, while I shot ropes of cum on both of our chests.  “Oh fuck!” Chad gasped as he broke off our kiss, and he arched his neck while he gave me a few more thrusts.  “Oh yeah baby….”  We both savored the waves of pleasure that were washing over us.  I knew Chad’s orgasm face so well, but I never got tired of watching it, just like I never got tired of feeling him come down from his high.

I hadn’t touched my dick the whole time.  I’d gotten off purely from feeling Chad inside me— and I don’t just mean up my ass.  The biggest turn-on of all was the thought of getting to be with him till death do us part.  And it resulted in one of the most massive loads I’d ever shot.

“Woah,” Chad said as he seemed to go light-headed.  He’d cum as hard as I had, and had practically filled me to the brim.  I could feel some of his juices dribbling out of my hole, but I didn’t move a muscle.

We were both a quivering mess, but in the most incredible way.  We just laid there for as long as we could, savoring the afterglow, with our bodies firmly merged into one.  It felt like just the right way to bring this phase of our sex lives to an end.

The next day, it was finally time to make things official.  We put on our tuxes and our bow ties, and we let our mothers fuss over our hair, while we listened to the murmur of the crowd growing outside.  It was trippy to think how all the plans we’d made, and all the decisions we’d pored over, had now led up to this.  It was also surreal to think of the people who’d come from every corner of our lives: from Amy and Dylan, to Patrick, to our friends from high school and college and wherever else, to more extended family like Rachel and Todd, to the Fishers— Seth and Claire— and even Chad’s old boss, former Congressman Wheeler.

I’ll never forget how we stepped out in the sun to walk down the aisle.  We obviously weren’t playing “Here Comes the Bride”; instead, we played an orchestral version of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.”  It might’ve been a little on-the-nose, but it reminded me of my favorite movie, and Chad and I had both liked the arrangement, so we went with it.

I do remember seeing a car pull over nearby.  But I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t think anything of it.  Chad and I went through the ceremony just how we’d planned, with a few words from our officiant Jeff, and some ceremonial gestures before we said our vows and exchanged our rings.  It was such a blur that I hardly remember it at all.

The part I do remember was when Jeff pronounced us husbands for life.  Then we shared a kiss, and our guests applauded.

When we finished our kiss, we looked out at everyone.  That’s when Chad and I saw a figure in the back.

“Holy shit,” Chad said in his first words as a married man.  It wasn’t the romantic line I’d expected, but then again, I couldn’t really blame him.

Chad’s father had shown up after all.  He seemed to be trying to keep a low profile, since he sat in the last row.  But he was dressed up like everyone else, and Pam and Gladys were sitting at his side.

Chad and I looked at each other, but before we could say anything, the music started up again.  It was time for us to head back up the aisle.

This was a development we hadn’t expected.  We’d planned for my parents to play big parts in the wedding, along with Chad’s mom— a.k.a. Bill’s ex— but we obviously hadn’t planned anything for Bill himself.  It was hard to downplay the fact that he was there, since so many other guests knew him, including people like Seth.  We were almost tempted to have him say a few words at the reception, but we didn’t.  Bill didn’t seem to want the attention, so we just let him be.  We were just glad he was there.

We got the full story later that night, after we’d cut the cake, when things were winding down.  That’s when we got to talk to Pam and Gladys, while Bill was busy talking to Seth.  We noticed the ladies had rings of their own.  “W-wait,” Chad said.  “Did you get married too?”

“Yes we did,” Pam replied.  “After what happened to your father… we knew we needed to be prepared if something happened to us.  And seeing what you boys were doing… let’s just say you got us to step things up.  So we went to the courthouse, and we took Bill with us… and apparently he learned quite a bit.”

“Wow,” he said.

“Listen, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you earlier.  Up until this morning, I wasn’t sure if this would happen… and I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he said.  “You think I’m gonna get hung up on that?  This is… well, it’s a helluva wedding present, I’ll tell you that much.”

Pam clucked her tongue.  “Well,” she said, “I still think those hand tools will be useful.”

Amy chose that moment to walk up behind me.  “So,” she said, “now that you get to live happily ever after—”

“Oh come on,” I said.  “You know it’s not like that.”

“It’s a joke, you dumbass.  I was just gonna say, no matter what happens to you boys… you’ll always be my crazy little brother.  And don’t you forget it.”

I was tempted to roll my eyes, but I didn’t.  I just gave her a big hug.

We did have a flight to catch, so we couldn’t stick around long.  But we still said goodbye to as many people as we could.  Like my Mom and Dad.  And Chad’s brother.  And his mom.  And finally his dad.

Bill was using a cane as he limped up to us.  He didn’t seem to know what to say.  “That… it wasn’t what I expected,” he mumbled.  “It was… pretty normal.”

Coming from anyone else, that could’ve been offensive.  But coming from Bill, it was practically a compliment.

Chad didn’t blink.  “I hope you had a good time,” he said.  “And I mean it.”

“I suppose so,” Bill replied.  “You know… if you’ll be living in D.C….”

“Yeah…?”

“My doctors say I might go back to work soon.  And I still have that job waiting for me in Reston.”

Chad didn’t seem to know how to respond.  “That’s awesome,” he said.  “I-I mean… if you take that job… you can always come over.  As much as you want.  And maybe… well, maybe you’ll get to see how ‘normal’ we really are.”

Bill paused for a moment, then nodded.

Chad gave his father a hug.  “I love you Dad.”

“I….”  Bill looked up at me, then looked back at Chad.  “I love you too, son.”

Chad stood there as long as he could, barely moving a muscle.  He clearly didn’t want to leave, though he didn’t have a choice.  Eventually we both said our goodbyes to Bill, promised to stay in touch, and headed for the airport.

I kept thinking of the poem Chad had given me.  “We two boys together clinging,” was how Walt Whitman had put it, “One the other never leaving….  Arm’d and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving….”

I felt a wave of emotion as we strapped ourselves in for the journey ahead— literally and figuratively— then got in position at the head of the runway.  I looked in Chad’s eyes as the plane’s engines started to roar, and we started barreling forward, then soared into the sky.  I felt a lot like when I’d come out to my family, when I hadn’t known what to expect.  Except now I had my husband by my side.  And at that particular moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to be with him.

Chad apparently felt the same way, though his reaction was different.  The seatbelt sign had just turned off when he whispered in my ear: “I’m heading to the bathroom.  Wait long enough that they don’t suspect us.  Then come and join me.”  Then he unbuckled his seat belt, hurried for the lavatory, and shut the door behind him.

I’ve gotta admit that I felt a few nerves.  Chad and I had talked about joining the Mile-High Club, but we’d never actually done it.  This did seem like as good a time as any, considering it was our wedding night, even if we were spending it on a redeye to Dulles.  I definitely liked the idea of consummating our marriage with a new sex act we’d never tried before.

Whitman’s words kept echoing through my head: “No law less than ourselves owning… sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening… air breathing, water drinking,… Fulfilling our foray.”

Finally I took a deep breath, got up from my seat, and headed aft as casually as I could.  Then I opened the door to my eager waiting husband.  The one whose cock I’d been lusting for all along.  I stepped inside and locked the door behind us.  And with that, we embarked on a new adventure… in more ways than one.

Doug an Edward go to the gym three times a week to keep in shape, but also to develop their hairy or smooth pecs. After their workout, they undress in the locker room, show off their virile body, and do not hesitate to caress and kiss each other’s developed muscles. Both are gay, sport a bulging jockstrap, and love to sniff armpit sweat before heading for the common shower area. Doug and Edward adore flexing their pecs, making them bounce under the water jet spray, and hugging to frot their nipples together. This leads to sucking each other’s tits, getting hard, and opening the door to fellation and butt fucking. 

When people hear the word “nipples”, most often their minds picture a woman’s breast. They seem to go together. But men also have nipples and men are the only ones who can show them in public. The nipple and areola are two different things. Think of a bullseye: the nipple is at the center and the areola is the darker skin that surrounds it. According to a study entitled “Nipple/Breast stimulation and sexual arousal in young men and women”, for almost 52% of men, nipple stimulation enhances sexual arousal. So, a majority of men report erogenous uses for their nipples.

One day, Doug was incubating a flu and couldn’t make it to the gym. Edward went through his usual exercise program with the hand, this time, of George, a new trainer who seemed more interested in having fun than pumping iron. He kept showing off his massive pecs and brushing his hard-on against the bulging crotch of Edward who could easily read between the lines, or between the male boobs. Once in the locker room, George locked the door and pulled out his cock, stiff but rather small. He had a plan and Edward seemed like a guy eager to follow it. “Suck my dick; I will cum quickly but don’t swallow my jizz; cover your rod with my man juice, and then rub your lubricated trouser-snake between my pecs, and tickle my nipples until you burst ropes of creamy nectar!” As soon as said, as soon as done. Wow, so fucking hot!

When Doug felt a little better, Edward showed him what he had done with George. The two friends spiced it up by adding lots of French-kissing, some bicep worshiping, and more tip-to-tip stimulation: feeling the tip of your cock on the tip of your buddy’s nipples can get you so hard and eager to fuck his pecs; shoving your rod between the two upper firm hemispheres can trigger as much ropes of man juice than ass-fucking. The feeling is different but almost as intense.

The word got around that Doug and Edward enjoyed nipple-play and pec worshiping. New guys stayed longer in the locker room, in the hope of having a hot threesome. One of them was Daniel; his pecs were so big that he could cover his male boobs in an extra-large brassiere that matched his jockstrap. That was a gorgeous sight that aroused both Doug and Edward. They invited Daniel at their place to explore the large pectoral territory. They were in for a surprise: Daniel is a rare case of galactorrhea. What is that? It’s the state of a milky nipple discharge unrelated to the normal production of breast-feeding. Galactorrhea itself isn’t a disease. It usually occurs in women, even those who have never had children or after menopause. But galactorrhea can happen in men.

Daniel lost no time to parade in what looked like a playroom with Tom of Finland drawings on the wall; they displayed monstruous virile pecs that could make a eunuch salivate. Daniel’s bra and jockstrap attracted Doug and Edward who were generous with their virile caresses, by hand and mouth. Doug took care of the male boobs wrapped in a black bra, while Edward concentrated on releasing the hard uncut bazooka from the same color jockstrap. The more Doug licked Daniel’s nipples, the harder their cock became. Edward’s sucking skills triggered moans of pleasure from Daniel who was on the verge of exploding. “Don’t stop pumping juice, you will be both rewarded!” In fact, Edward swallowed a load of cock juice and Doug tasted for the first time a man’s milky boobs. He found it a bit sour, but was ready to experiment with Daniel’s rare creamy nipples on a weekly basis. Triple orgasm – cock ejaculation and tits milking – is in fact a rare but documented case.

Men’s nipples are no different from women. Since they are considered as “specific” erogenous zones (compared to “unspecific” places like arms and legs); that means that both men and women often report sexual arousal with nipple stimulation. Some studies prove that sensitivity likely has little to do with gender, although males’ nipples may actually have more nerve endings. Sometimes, nipples can be extremely sensitive, to the point that it is not always a good thing. During sports or while running, many men suffer nipple chafing, especially with certain types of fabric. Some guys use creams, barriers or bandager to prevent chafing.

While we’re on the topic of nipples, you may want to know that Doug and Edward have met a guy who had three nipples. Anywhere from 2% to 5% of men or women may be born with a third nipple, also know as a supernumerary, accessory or pseudomamma. This third nip button is usually less developed and not fully functioning. It is sometimes located somewhere other than the chest. So, nipples don’t always come in pairs. Before and during the 1800s, a man’s extra nipple was even considered a mark of virility.

Some people don’t have any nipples at all. They are born with a rare congenital condition called athelia. But some people have no nipples by choice. Trans men, for example, may choose to leave their nipples removed when they have top surgery. Nipples not only come in all shapes and sizes, but no two nipples are exactly the same. Yes, that means it’s 100% normal if your left nipple is different from your right. And while we’re at it, I should as well mention the wide range of size, shape, and color options. The average areola is four centimeters (about the size of a quarter) in diameter and about three times the size of the nipple, but again, size and ratio fluctuate widely, from dime-sized to half-dollar.

Doug and Edward have now become experts in nipple stimulation. So much that they have prepared a comprehensive Guide to male nipple stimulation*. Doug is an expert in hand-job and came up with the following best techniques:

• Light Finger Strokes: Using the tip of the index or middle finger, slowly stroke the nipple lightly in a circular motion. Use the tip of the finger to apply quick, light strokes after circling.
• Finger Rolls: Place the nipple between the thumb and index finger and roll the nipple back and forth between the fingers using light pressure. Increase the pressure once he moans to give you the green light.
• Nipple Pinch: Place his nipple in between your thumb and index finger and apply hard pressure squeezing his nipple between your fingers. Ouch is hot.
• Chest Slaps: Flatten your hand and slap his nipples quickly with the tips of your fingers.
• Nipple Flick: Flick his nipples with the nail of your index finger.
• Nipple Twist: Place his nipple in between your index and thumb finger and twist it in one direction, then the other.

Edward is an expert in mouth-job and came up with the following best techniques:

• Tip Circles: Use the tip of the tongue to circle around his nipple.
• Tongue Flick: Use the tip of the tongue to quickly flick at his nipple.
• Tongue Stroke: Use a flattened tongue to stroke across his nipples using the tastebuds of the middle pallet to add texture.
• Nipple Nibble: Place his nipple between your front teeth and nibble it lightly.
• Nipple Bite: Place his nipple between your front teeth and bite down while increasing the pressure as you sink your teeth into his flesh. A master’s and a slave’s delight.
• Lip Strokes: Use the wet, fleshy insides of your lips to grab and stroke at his nipples repeatedly.
• Sucker Fish: Make duck lips and place them around his nipple to create a suction to pull at his nipples using your mouth.
• Grab and lick: Grab his nipple with your index and thumb fingers, pull his nipple way from his body a bit and use the tip of your tongue to flick quickly. Yummy!

Toys and tools can also be incorporated with male nipple stimulation: feathers, suckers, bullet vibrator, elastic garter, rope, clamps, leather harness and whip, just to mention a few. Piercing is also very popular.

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* Data based on in an article by Bobby Box: “Why Men Should Play With Their Nipples”, April 15, 2019.

Each time he met me back with his soft bottom, its pink rounds, and clasping heat, Edison reached for my hips to pull me into him. “I need it. Please. I won’t break.”

He took my hard ramming while I was on top of him, then as I rose to my knees to pound straight into his prostate. It must have been in shambles by the time I let go and powered shots of my finest forward. That set him off. His mid-carriage whipped and jolted under me with epileptic madness.

Our sweat-soaked bedsheet displayed him beautifully.

His ass’s heated crack beckoned.

Deep in his interior again, I made this time last. When my urge began to peak, he responded, so I eased my pace, added lube, roared to action, until his cheeks were red from my impacts. He reamed the way a cylinder accepts its piston, transforming my energy into his. It shown in his breathing. And in the way he stretched himself flatter.

Edison Michaels wanted me embedded. Like last time, with my seven inches into him and pulsing as I warded off the big spill he craved. “I’m going to die.”

He wasn’t. There were yet his nipples to provoke. He tried, under my orders, to keep still. I threatened, “I won’t give it to you if you make so much as a peep.” Then gave them a squeeze.

Screams sent both of us into meat-grinder mode. We went from that to settle for prospector-discovery of a lode.

I mined his ass. He stripped my dick.

Mrs. Michaels came in, stopwatch in hand. “Twenty-nine minutes! That’s four more than yesterday. Mr. Barr, you’re going to be our favorite tutor.”

She handed me a fresh towel and my agreed-to fee. Edison received a towel and a dampened washcloth, and managed a thank-you despite the way he was breathing. Adoration on his face, he told his Mother, “Mom, I am so turned on my homework ought to be a cinch tonight.”

I glanced at the time. “My, my, I need to move along. Tommy Englund’s waiting. Mustn’t disappoint. Anyway, I have to be a t home for supper by six or catch heck from my wife.”

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Picture Mrs. Englund waiting for me at the door, her pretty face anxious. I was five minutes late. “He’s upstairs waiting. You are so good for him.”

I swept by, took the stairs by twos, and took in the poised bottom of Tommy. “What’s that?” I asked.

“Mom’s spatula. She made a cake. I spread the icing. She wouldn’t let me sample a slice. I had to have something.” He wiggled, “So, she put this in me. She used some of the icing.”

Relieved what I saw around the insertion was chocolate and not something else, I placed my shirt and golfer’s plaid pants on the attic’s cane-seat chair, took the bottle of baby oil, anointed myself with a few drops, and set to manipulating the Michaels family spatula. He did his catlike best to purr, but his throat made only nacent teen-timbre moans.

Thrusts of it were proving too much for his recently discovered prostate. I jerked on the spatula, tugged it away, tickled his hiked-up balls, popped his ass a few times, gutted him with two fingers, and demanded, “What kind of homework this evening, Edison?”

“I have to learn the state capitals.”

“Where’s the list?” I asked, taking the spatula’s place. Icing’s a gritty lube. This event and my anatomy’s best feature needed more baby oil.

“Here,” he handed it over. Typed. Alphabetical order.

Freshly oiled and scooting forward, I began, “Albany, which state?”

“New York,” got him firmness in the right direction.

“Annapolis?”

 “Maryland.”

Wham.

“Umph!”

“Don’t make noises. What about Atlanta?”

“Georgia.”

“Good, take this.”

“Mmm… Next?”

“Augusta?”

“Maine.”

“Thus far, good for you. Here’s my recognition.”

“Mmmm…the better for me.”

He made it through Austin, Texas and well into the Bs – but balked at Boise. I extracted myself, looked at the expecting fleshscape, and repeated, “Boise?”

Not a word. I reached to hold his tender parts. I stretched his balls on each stressed word of, “The boys of Boise have balls.”

“What is it? What is it? Tell me. I’ll remember,” Edison pled, trapped.

“Idaho.”

“OW!”

He did not forget that state. I tested to be sure, right after Boston and again after the sequence Carson City, Charleston, Cheyenne, and Columbus. Fucked him for each correct answer.

He tested me with a question, “Was Anne shy? Is that why the place was named Shy-Anne?”

I bucked, laughing. “Boy, you are a cheeky little thing for thirteen.” Plowed into him. Vigorously, which he loved.

“And you…ooh!…are…a big…man…at fifty-five…ooooh!”

We continued to work on the list until Missouri’s Jefferson City threw him. A spanking fixed that information. Sent him straight back onto my cock for untroubled recitations until, “Olympia?”

Juttering, “Greece,” he got the spatula’s handle instead of me. Didn’t phase the lad. Nor did a harder spanking, my free hand palpating his ripe and randy ornaments. His butt’s color inspired me to fill hi with my hot rod and to ply therein for mutual fun. Lost count, he felt so splendid.

He huffed, “Are you…sure you’re…not forty-five…old man?”

No answer required, I pummeled away continuously through the list’s successful arrival at Trenton, New Jersey. Sprayed his rectum thoroughly. Good students earn rewards.

Job done, I extracted my trade’s best tool, replaced the spatula, and did a brief wipe before starting for my clothes.

With the look of a puppy dog with a spatula for a tail, he asked whether I’d stay for a piece of cake. Mrs. Englund overheard and charged in, “We won’t make him late to get home, now will we, sweetie? There’s always tomorrow.”

Raising one of my eyebrows cued her.

“Mr. Barr? If you return tomorrow, you’ll help my son learn the list by order of states. Say you will.” Her understanding tone convinced me as did the way she rotated a thumb over fingertips to suggest money.

Mine was an impish thought. “Mrs. Englund, if Tommy studies smartly tonight – properly, you know, he knows – and again after an early breakfast tomorrow, he can be ready for me by mid-morning. Your house will be my first stop. Now I really must go. I took the roll of bills pressed into my hand. Pocketed it and blew kisses their way as I left.

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“Honey, I’m home. Where are the kids?”

“Playing a video game. Supper’s almost ready. Can you smell it?

I strode into the kitchen. Mabel liked being kissed on the nape while at our stove’s grill. “Oh my goodness, is that what I think it is?”

“Roquefort burgers and chips. There’s tomato salad with your favorite dressing, too. Maybelle and Lucas set the table, so we’re ready. Wash up. Take your seat.” She hollered, “Kids! Food, in here now! Your father needs his welcome home.”

Lucas was eighteen-months older than his sister, but they stood the same height. Both cute as could be. Lucas favored his mother, Maybelle her father – me. Our family were together at each day’s first and last meals. On weekends, picnics afforded us togetherness in wildlife parks as long as the weather held. Conversation respected personal boundaries with humor and goodwill.

Recent advances by both younger Barrs excited comment. “Dad, you were right. Soft silicone’s so nice,” Lucas mused. “I can squeeze the neck when I’m walking, running or sitting to study at school.” He turned a proud smile to his sister, “You tell them, Mabelle, what you discovered.”

“My dance class went so well, Dad, because this new size gets me going. The flexibility’s great, so much better than our hard rubber things. The class exercises are a snap now because my center isn’t tense, teacher says.” Maybelle’s voice lowered naughtily, “Lucas didn’t tell you what he told me.”

He remonstrated, “Sis! You weren’t supposed to say anything about that. Dad may not be ready.”

“Children, finish your salads,” Mom Barr covered her mouth to burp. To me, her husband, she remarked, “Lucas is showing initiative. I approved.”

Dad used his napkin, “Delicious, honey. Thank you. So, my boy, what have you got to say for yourself?”

“Nothing. I will show you, though.”

“You two go. Maybelle and I will tend to the dishes.” There was lilt to the way she said it.

This Dad’s gaze did not stray from Lucas’ backside on the way to the kids’ bedroom. What’s he up to?

There were two surprises. First, with his shirt removed, was Lucas’ proud boy chest sporting suction cups on his nipples. Second, visible when he turned away to remove his pants, was – What? A pink No. 3 silicone plug. He moved up a size on his own!

“Dad, I wanted to be ready for you. Really, I’m ready. It’s just right, after being there all day, waiting for you. Are you ready for me, huh, please?”

So fetching was the sight of my boy’s posterior pivot around that I lost my head. I bent him over, went for the plug, remembered my fly was closed, stopped to open it, stumbled on his discarded garments, fell atop him, groped for the plug, battled his tight tush for it, ripped the thing from his hole, and came close to bursting in. His nipples lost their suction cups, emerging puffy red and, as my fingers felt, upright. It dawned that he wasn’t a tutee but my A+ son!

“Oh, pardon me, Lucas. I was on the verge of boosting your will to study rather than what I should be doing for you.”

“What’s that, Dad?”

“Making you feel the love you’re asking for from your dear old Dad. Lie back. That way. Lift your legs. Yes, yes. Such a lovely site for connecting face to face.”

An orifice fit for men to grovel – me first! I dropped a wad of saliva where it would do Lucas the most good and nudged thereupon.

His chest rose and fell at the intrusion’s stretch and the way I worked in, trying for the creeping stealth of an assassin, hurting him at the same time I let him know what he was in for. His pelvis soon braced mine solidly. I kissed away whines and the little streams of salty water from tender eyes.

Something fretted the back of my mind. “Son, isn’t your birthday next month?” I began a rhythm for beginners, my eyes on his.

“I’ll be thirteen,” he said defensively, my cock’s seven inches pinning him. Rhythm recommenced. Then, “I should wait, shouldn’t I?”

“Not now. Love me up, Dad.”

That did it. I responded with prolonged drives. Retarded their haste to bring them and our tongues into collaborations of excruciating slowness. My tongue had slipped over his spotless teeth and tickled his saliva glands. I drove it straight back, mirroring its possession with my manhood south of his navel. His limbs did not fight their immobilization nor his interior recess this Dad’s churning orgasm. My warm wetness filled him during the gentle twinges of his experiencing young life’s first path breaking dry climax.

I kissed him good night and waited until he drifted, whispering, “I’ll answer your questions in the morning, son.”

As I left, clothes in hand and cock dripping, my daughter Maybelle tiptoed in, kissed my cheek, and went to her bed.

I went to ours, where Mabel, my honey, awaited. She hoisted the covers for me. “How are you holding up? Got anything left for your dear wife?”

The light but deliberate pressure of her bottom to my damp crotch focused my divided attention where she wanted. Forgotten, my wistful remembrances of Lucas, of Edison, and of Tommy and his spatula. With my final load of the day now where it always belonged, I rocked us both to dreamland. On that path, Scarlet O’Hara’s final line in Gone With The Wind flitted in my consciousness: “Tomorrow’s another day,” to which I added silently, “in the life of a tutor.”

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A man becoming a woman. It’s more difficult than it sounds!

I began dressing very modestly while I was still married to my first wife. She was always gone for work so I had plenty of time to masturbate and that is great for me because I’d never found anyone that could make me cum as hard as I could. Even with the most intense sex with any woman after it was over, I’d sneak off and masturbate and I’d cum harder and more than did with the woman I was with. I’m addicted to masturbating.

My favorite way to masturbate was getting naked then spending time around the house and watching porn online until I can’t take it any longer then I would jack off. Sometimes I can go for hours but usually, I can’t and if I cum quickly in just a short time I’m horny again and I start the process over again. I really liked my alone time and made the most of it when I had it.

I’m always looking for new ways to masturbate and I’ll try anything once.  while she was away for the day, I was in the middle of my masturbation session. I was searching for new porn to watch; I accidentally came across a CD. I didn’t know it was a man at first because the pic looked just like this really hot blond and the pic was from the rear, she/he had beautiful long blonde hair and a great ass, this got my attention and when I opened it I saw she was actually a he! I closed it quickly and began looking at other things, but I kept thinking about how sexy she/he looked. I didn’t know men did know a man could look so much like a woman. Soon I found it again and I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and I watched the entire video as he fucked and got fucked. This was the first time I ever saw a man get fucked, it looked so painful I thought how the hell does it take that. But because he was dressed so sexy like a woman it wasn’t like watching two men, he looked so much like a woman that is unless I saw his cock. The man was fucking him so hard that he came out a few times and he’d just shove it back in!  I squirmed in my seat thinking how painful that looked. But as I was watching I was stoking myself and before either of them came I came so hard and I don’t think I ever shot so much cum. As soon as I came, I lost interest and closed it out not watching the entire thing. About an hour later I was at again this time I made myself wait until they came before I let myself cum. When I saw how he rammed deep and hard as he came in his ass I came just as hard as I had earlier. Then the cd jacked himself off and I could believe I was watching him jack off.

After that anytime I was alone I searched for videos like that and jacked off. Before seeing this the thought of men doing men made me sick, I hated it, I thought that something must be wrong with men to want to be with other men. All this made no sense! How I could watch this kind of thing and get so excited. I was so hooked on finding and looking at CDs get fucked, but I knew there was no way in hell I’d ever be with a man.

Watching all of this kind of fucking made me curious about what it felt like to have something in my ass.  I was watching another CD video, he was getting pounded so as I watched I slid my hand under my ass and began squeezing the cheeks kind of slowly leading up to it I guess, then I put my finger between the cheeks and found my hole, I started touching around it and I couldn’t believe how good this felt, the only thing I had for lube was spit so I wet my ass and finger as much as could and I eased my finger in, it hurt and bad! I pulled it out and stopped! I was thinking no way in hell could I do that. But as I continue to watch I got more and more excited and decided to try it again.  I went easy and slow; I guess because I was so horny now the pain seemed less now. It took a few minutes but soon the pain was gone, and it felt very good. I came as hard as I’d ever come in my life.

Then I began thinking about trying to dress in my wife’s clothes, the thought alone made me feel weird. My first concern was it would make me gay; the other concern was feeling guilty. I think I wanted to try it just to see what it felt like to have on women’s clothes. I think I had myself talked out of it until one Saturday she was gone and was going to be away until the next day. Being alone always made me very horny so that afternoon I decided I’d at least try it, I could always strip and go back to normal. I got into her closet and got a few things. I also got her bra and pantyhose. As I dressed, I did so not look in the mirror. Mostly because I was feeling very ashamed of myself. But it wasn’t affecting my excitement because I was so hard and the pre-cum was pouring out of me the entire time I dressed. I didn’t use any makeup or wigs, just clothes, I put on her bra and had to find lots of padding because she had huge tits. I’ve always had this huge boot fetish, so I wore boots, when I was finished, I walked over to this full-length mirror and I saw myself wearing women’s clothing for the first time. I couldn’t believe how sexy I looked but the feeling of her clothes on me made me very horny! So much, I jacked off as I looked at myself, and when I came my legs became so weak and I literally fell to my knees from cuming so hard. I knew then I’d found something special.  

The next year or so anytime I was alone I dressed in those clothes and jacked off. I didn’t expand on it at all, I wore the same thing every time and that was good enough to make me cum hard each time.  Then we divorced, not because of this but other things. I moved out alone in a small house in the country. I wanted to be away from everyone, so I found a place that was nice but away from neighbors. In fact, my nearest neighbor was over a mile away. I wanted that so I could do anything I want and never have nosy people watching.

It took over a month before I could find the time to dress. With all the moving and other things going on, the only thing I had time for was a quick jack-off sometimes before going to sleep at night. As I would jack off I’d think about how good it felt to dress and I knew as soon as things slowed down I was going to dress again.

 Finally, things did slow down but now not being married meant I didn’t have access to women’s clothes this meant now I had to buy them. I didn’t know how I could do it, but I figured they’d think I was buying gifts so off I went. I got excited knowing I was going to get something to dress in. I knew nothing about sizes so guessed. Buying them was a weird feeling but exciting at the same time. I only bought a few things so it wouldn’t arouse suspicion, I didn’t buy any makeup or anything. I bought two tops, one gray and one pink, I bought these tight little white short shorts I guessed on the size with and a short jean skirt, I also bought a long skirt and belt to dress a little more decently, I guess. I bought a pair of white pantyhose, and I bought some boots which I didn’t like much but I had to have boots. I also bought a 44DD bra and padding.

When I got home, I laid everything out on the bed. I showered and the first thing I wore was this pink top and those tight white shorts. I stuffed to bra with the padding and when I was finished, I looked in the mirror and felt the same emotion as I did the first time I dressed. This time it felt better because all these were mine and the look of my big tits in this pink top was amazing. I could have came right then but I wanted to spend some time dressed. I sat watching porn for hours, I was so horny I’d done anything to cum. It’s like teasing myself and making me want me!

Finally, I took myself to bed. I lay there playing with my big tits. I don’t know why but I could almost feel my real tits under all the padding being squeezed. I rubbed my hands all over my body feel those sexy little shorts and my legs inside the pantyhose. I slowly unzipped my shorts and put my hand in. The pantyhose were soaked with my pre-cum. For a split second, I thought I came and didn’t know. When I touched my cock, I thought I was going to die. It felt so good inside the hose, but then is when I realized I had to have crotchless hose because I had to pull everything down to grab my cock. As I stroked my cock I played with my big tits with my other hand. I brought myself to the strongest cum I’d ever had. It just kept coming out, much more than ever before. When it finally stopped, I was so weak and my head was spinning. But as soon as regained my composure I jump up and got everything off as quickly as I good. I felt so ashamed and totally embarrassed. Here I was I man’s man I was dressing like a woman, what was happening to me?

The next day brought all kinds of emotions. I don’t know why.  I never felt like this when I was dressing and married. I felt like such a piece of shit. I looked at myself in the mirror and I didn’t see a woman at all. I went to work and pretended not to care but every time I had a moment, I thought about all this. But as soon as walked through the door at home I felt excited, my cock actually got hard. I wanted to dress and couldn’t wait to get dressed. As I was dressing a little voice was asking why am I doing this? But I was shaking with excitement. I did the same thing as I’d done the night before. When I came it was just as hard and as soon as I did, I jumped up, cleaned, and got undressed as quickly as I could. The same shame and guilt came over me. But loved dressing, maybe a lot more than should have, and every time I dressed, I seemed to cum harder each time, I just fell in love with it.

After about a month of dressing, I’d feel like shit afterward even though my excitement only grew. I decided I was going to take it all the way even though I was feeling like this.  I needed more things to make this happen though and I’d felt weird when checking out so this time I ordered everything online, I ordered two wigs one blonde and one long black hair, I ordered makeup which I had no idea what to get so I bought several things and I ordered some jewelry, I ordered a few more pantyhose, (all crotchless this time) and bra’s and to top it off I bought these really sexy thigh high boots with five-inch heels, I was really excited about these. They arrived one at a time, but I waited until everything arrived before dressing again. I wanted the full effect.

Finally, after over a week of waiting everything was here. I laid everything out so after I showered, I could pick out what I wanted to wear. After the shower I began putting my makeup on was so exciting, I could barely get close enough to the mirror because my cock is so hard. This should have been a clue to what I am because even though I’d never put on makeup I was very good at it.  That same little voice was saying what the hell are you doing putting on makeup?  And I’d to admit to myself I had the shape most women would kill for naturally. Big ass, narrow waist, and long legs. The only thing missing was boobs which now I add.  I’d always been teased by friends about it even women friends and it embarrassed me to no end!

When I finished the makeup, I went to the bedroom and began dressing I wore my big tits with the tight gray sweater. I wore this jean skirt along with a pair of crotchless pantyhose. Now I had clear access to everything, I didn’t have to remove anything. I decided I wanted to be blonde, so I wore the blonde wigs. I sat down to put my boots on and pulling them up was so exciting then zipping them up was almost more than I could stand. I could feel the pre-cum soaking my legs. When I stood up I felt tall and sexy. And having never worn heels before walking was challenging, to say the least, my walk was far from sexy. But when l saw myself for the first time completely dressed, wig and makeup I couldn’t believe it was me, but I saw what people had teased me about, my body is like a woman! It even has an hourglass shape to it. Why haven’t I seen this before?

I’d planned to spend hours around the house dressed but after just an hour or less I was much too excited to make it any further, I couldn’t take any longer. When I laid down my long blonde hair felt so good. I began like always playing with big tits but it wasn’t long before I had my hand in my skirt and I didn’t last long.  I came so hard it actually hurt. But just like before felt so ashamed, as soon as I came, I jumped up undressed, and showered.

The next day the guilt was far worse. I guess because I had taken it further. I told myself several times during the day I wasn’t going to dress ever again. But as soon as I walked through the door I felt this overwhelming urge that I couldn’t control. After being home just a few minutes, I was in the process of getting dressed. This became the “normal” process of things.

I began looking for new ways to make myself cum and I remembered how fingering myself made me cum hard. That night while I was masturbating, I began fingering myself. It felt so good, it took a few minutes to get over the pain though. But it was well worth the pain for me. I began fingering myself every time. I loved it and I should have realized I liked it a lot more than should have liked it.

 

I loved fingering myself but just like everything else I wanted more. I wondered what it would feel like to have a dildo in me, so online I went to order one, I needed a very small one and the smallest I could find was 5” with a suction cup. The night I used for the first time was the most painful thing I had ever experienced, I couldn’t take it and had to stop. I nearly gave up on it and only tried occasionally. But one night after putting on these beautiful fake nails I’d bought I became very excited. As I was masturbating, I began trying to get it in again this time for some reason I was able to take it. It took some time and patience, but I did and when the pain left the feeling of complete pleasure took over and it made me cum so hard. Once again, I felt so ashamed and cleaned up quickly. And as strange as this sounds, I still didn’t want anything to do with another man, it still turned my stomach. So, nothing about those feeling had changed and I didn’t expect them to.

Over the next few weeks, I fucked myself with that dildo nearly every night, every time I did it took several minutes to get in and a few more before I could actually fuck it. The pain at first was always very bad but I knew now that when the pain left it felt so good that going through the pain was worth it. But I always felt so guilty.

A big turning point came one day when I decided to shave my entire body. I’m naturally hairy so this was quite the undertaking, I’ve always kept the hair trimmed around my cock but never shaved my body.  The shame and guilt were something I’d come to grips with knowing it was going to be there no matter what I did. In preparation for my shaving, I’d bought some sweet-smelling women’s lotion to put on when I was done. As I looked in the mirror at my new body and rubbing the lotion on, I got incredibly excited. I could not get over how different I looked, I thought I really do look like a woman now even without dressing. I am not a fat man (or girl or whatever I am) but I’ve always had what I’d call big tits for a man and with no hair to hide them I see I have tits of my own, and with no hair, they looked almost as good as any woman I’d ever seen. I played with them squeezing them together and cupping them in my hands as I put the lotion on. My body felt so smooth and soft, it felt as good as any woman I had ever touched.  I got dressed and when I was done, I felt as if something inside me was changing, the way the clothes now felt against my skin was unbelievable, I didn’t want to admit it, but I was beginning to feel so woman-like. I really wasn’t ready for that feeling at all, but this was all too exciting, and I couldn’t stop now.

It only took about an hour of being dressed like this before I was in bed and masturbating. I rubbed my body under my clothes, and it felt so wonderfully strange, then I took my blouse off so I could feel it, I left my bra and padding on so I could feel the cleavage and see myself in bra only and smooth skin was wonderful. When I started sliding the dildo in, I noticed it didn’t seem to hurt as much. I didn’t think it was because I was used to it now, it was because of this new heightened aroused feeling I had. As I began riding it, I had this thought come to me out of the blue, I started fantasizing this was a man fucking me! I began fantasizing about me on my back being the woman and how good he felt in me. I came so hard I shook, it seemed harder than ever. When I stopped cuming I felt completely exhausted, but I jumped up and undressed quicker than normal.

Now I was really worried!  I didn’t know why I had this thought. It caught me completely by surprise. I spent the entire next day worried. That night I wanted to try it again and see if I had those same thoughts. I dressed and during the time I was fucking myself it happened again, it was like I could not stop it from getting in my mind. This scared me so bad I stopped dressing, I didn’t like what I was becoming. I went back to masturbating the old way. It was not near as good but at that time it was better than fantasizing about a man fucking me.

But because the old way wasn’t as satisfying to me now, it wasn’t long before I dressed again, every time I dressed, I had this fantasy.  The guilt was overwhelming. I tested myself by looking at gay porn but it still disgusted me, I sort of felt better. But every time I masturbated, I would fantasize about being the woman in a relationship and a man fucking me. The fantasy became increasingly more vivid each time until I could almost see him on top of me.

After getting dressed one night even though I was not sure I could do it I gave in and decided I’d try it once. I sat down and wrote out my own personal boundaries. The first thing, I did not want anyone I knew finding out I dressed like this, that would have been the most humiliating thing in the world so in my ad I said nobody without a face pic first. Second, I never want to be kissed by a man and I for sure didn’t want to touch or suck a cock. I did not even want them talking to me. I just wanted to try and be fucked and see if I liked it. But my biggest limit was I didn’t want someone with a huge cock, I could barely handle my little skinny five incher and If it was much bigger than this, I wouldn’t be able to take it so I asked for full stats. And I put in it that this would be my first time ever being with a man. When I finished writing the ad and reread it, I thought this sounds like somebody that doesn’t want to do this, and that was true in a very big sense, I wanted to do it…. but not really. It seemed I had to prove to myself I hate it then I could move on and continue my normal ways if that was what I was doing.

For days of no response from anyone I began to think it might not happen, maybe nobody wanted a cd. Maybe this dressing style of life turned men off, that I was a freak or worse. This only added to my shame but when I was alone and dressed, I felt so sexy and alive.

I knew there would be no way I could go out dressed and find a man. I couldn’t see myself walking up to a man in a bar me all dressed and looking sexy and asking him if he’d like to fuck me. I had to think of something else if this was going to work. I decided I’d try adding pictures to my ad, I put pictures with my body dressed showing my huge tits, making sure my face could not be seen. Just a few minutes after posting them to my ad and from there things changed quickly. I had so many emails I could barely keep up with it, and the things they were saying, wow! I couldn’t believe the things I was reading were about me! I’d never looked at myself as wanted like this by anyone. And now I was hearing how sexy I was and how bad they wanted me, they were telling me all the things they wanted to do to me and wanting my lips on their cock. I was asked if I really was a man and if my tits were real, all this made me feel strangely special and powerful. Hearing things said about me like this especially coming from men was odd and shameful. I couldn’t believe it, but I was actually liking hearing this even though it was from men. I realized what women went through and why they didn’t give out their pussy if they didn’t want to. There was always someone that would fuck them when they were ready.  I rejected many based on cock size alone I knew there was no way I could take much so anything big was out of the question and most were. At least most said they were, and a few provided pictures.

I found a few in the emails I felt I could take. Six was a common size and I felt I could take that. And from the pictures they didn’t look thick so we made plans and I was told all the time “I will be there” and then never show. Over the next week or so I began to think that even with the pictures it wasn’t going to happen. Night after night nobody came, I became frustrated. But the more I would get all worked up to try my first time seemed the more I wanted it.  I’d masturbate and use my fantasy and wonder what it felt like. Not that was a problem and in a strange way I was relieved I couldn’t find anyone to fuck me. It was like I was proving to myself I could fuck myself and be satisfied so why even try. But that didn’t stop me either, but I continued answering emails every night. I was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Then one night after another no show I’d given up again and was ready to fuck myself when I get an email asking if I was still looking. He answered right back to my “yes I am”, he said send me your address and I’ll be right there. To this day I don’t know why I broke my own rule and gave it to him without asking for a face pix or cock size. I guess thought he’d not show anyway. But about 30 minutes later I heard a car pull in, and I got really nervous. I thought this may be someone I know, I peeked out of the window to make sure I didn’t know him, I didn’t recognize him, so I let him in. We stood silently at first, me too scared to say anything and he looked like he made a mistake and was ready to leave. But then he spoke, he startled telling me how sexy I looked. He said he couldn’t believe I actually looked like my pictures even better. My cock got hard quickly, and I was soaking my pantyhose. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight as he squeezed my ass. This sent chills up my spine and now we were face to face, he was getting closer and closer, I thought he was about to kiss me! I turned my head away quickly. I only touch his arms which to be honest felt strange. They were big and firm, not like a woman’s soft arms. This made me realize for a moment I was touching a man in a way I never thought I would.  He asked if I want to go to bed, I could only nod yes and off we went.

 I laid in bed and watched as he undressed not saying a word and so nervous, I could feel myself shaking. But then he pulled his shorts off and I see the biggest cock I’d ever seen in my life! It wasn’t hard but it was huge and hanging there. I realized then I shouldn’t have broken that rule for sure. I can still remember to this day my exact words because for one I spoke which I had no intention of doing and embarrassed myself. I said, “How big are you?” Even under my makeup, I’m certain my face was red. He grinned and said ten inches. I didn’t measure it, but I don’t think there was any doubt he was at least that big! I shook my head and said there is NO WAY I can take that in me. He walked over closer to me and said, “yes you can I’ll be gentle”.  For some reason, I wanted to touch it and I reached out a took it in my hand (another broken rule). The first thing I noticed was how thick and heavy it was. I played with it like I do my own and I could feel it growing in my hand.  Then for some reason, the urge to suck it came over me so I took it in my mouth, it was like I couldn’t stop myself from doing things. The first thing I noticed was the taste of his the pre-cum, it was sweet and salty. I’d never even tasted my own, so this was a surprise. It was so big I couldn’t take much of it, it stretched my mouth so wide it hurt, I began sucking him and before long he was going crazy. He accused me over and over of this not being my first time doing this. Knowing I was this good and making him so horny made me feel special for some reason. I also became very motivated to get him off. I thought if I did he wouldn’t want to fuck me. I wasn’t going to let him cum in my mouth though. But just about the time I thought he was about to explode, he pushed me away saying I had to stop or he was going to cum. I said I want you to and put it back in my mouth. He pushed me away again and said it’s time you lost your cherry. I said, really, I cannot take something that big in me I barely can take my little dildo. He grinned and pushed me back on the bed. He had one hand under my skirt playing with my balls. He asked are you going to let me fuck you? I said no, he said, “you really want me to be your first because I’m gentle and others will hurt you”. I said, “I don’t think I can”, he said, “let me try”. With the way he was playing with me he’d made me so horny, I couldn’t stop. I gave in, I said if you’ll be very easy with me and stop if I say so. He said not to worry. He raised my legs and lubed us up and he began trying to put his monster in me. He tried and tried but couldn’t get in me. I didn’t think it was going to work. I said just let me suck you off instead. He told me to relax we had all night. He kept trying, I thought he’d lose his hard-on and give up, but he didn’t. He was telling me how I could help by pushing out. I tried but the fear of the pain would make me tight again. Then suddenly it happened!  I felt the worse pain of my life, it was the head of his cock sliding in, I let out this loud scream followed by “get it out”! He said just wait it’ll stop hurting. I laid very still, the slightest movement hurt, he didn’t either. I was breathing hard and trying to relax. Several minutes past and the pain eased and he pushed more in me. I screamed again like a little girl tell him to stop and he did. Now I had several inches of his cock in me, and it was hurting so bad. I begged him, please let me get you off my hands I can’t take much more. All he would say was the pain will go away and you’ll love this. Finally, after a lot of patience, he got all of it in me and just held it there. He was telling me to relax and breathe, that was impossible to do with something so big in me. As I lay there neither of us was speaking and it seemed time stopped, I began thinking how this was me, lying there on my back legs straight up and a man had his cock in me! I couldn’t believe I was letting this happen, I felt ashamed but I didn’t want to stop. Soon the pain eased like he said it would. He could tell by the way I was breathing the pain was gone. He asked me if I was ready, I said I think so but just go slow and he began slowly fucking me. It hurt at first, it made me feel like I was going to piss or shit myself. But as the pain left it started feeling really good, I couldn’t believe how good this felt. I looked at his face while he fucked me and seen he was loving this, knowing I felt this good to him made me feel like a woman and this wasn’t a feeling I’d expected to have. He went very slow, pulling nearly out and slowly going back deep. This was far better than I ever dreamed it to be. The sensations I was feeling were nothing like I’d ever felt.  And one of the strangest, maybe surprise more like it was I felt like I going to cum several times as he slowly went back in me. I thought my god what is he doing to me down there! I also found myself thinking how good it would feel for him to cum inside me. I don’t know why but I never thought about this aspect of it. Where would he cum. But now I wondered how it would feel to have it in me.  I tried to wait until he came because I knew if I came, I’d lose interest and make him stop.  I made the mistake of grabbing my cock and stroking it. I came so quickly and so hard I saw stars, I shot cum all the way up to my face. Just as I finished cuming he pulled out fast shot his cum all over my hand and cock. As soon as we were done, I was ready for him to leave so I didn’t talk much. He asked me if it was good and I told him yes, I didn’t want to tell him I loved it. Thank god he dressed and left quickly. As soon as he was, I got out of those clothes as fast as could and cleaned up. Even though while I was on my back with him deep in me and loved it, now I felt dirty and ashamed I’d let my life evolve to this.

After I got cleaned up and back into my “normal self” I felt so weird, I thought about his facial expressions as he fucked me and my liking knowing I felt this good for him. But to be honest the feeling of me about to cum by just being fucked was the biggest surprise. I didn’t even know it was possible to cum like that. Does this mean I’m more woman than a man?  All of these were not feelings I’d expected I’d have. I thought I’m really gay! I love being fucked and I really liked sucking his cock. It took forever to fall asleep that night. I could feel my hole throbbing; it’s never been stretched like that. The next day at work it was still throbbing trying to get back normal. This made me both excited and repulsed. More than once I was in the restroom nearly in tears thinking what the hell am I doing. I must be gay because I liked it so much.

I put it to a test, I’d try looking at other men and think about them as sexy and what it’d be like to be fucked by him, I couldn’t stand it, it was just as repulsive as before maybe even more. I felt much better about myself and for the next several days I didn’t answer any emails and didn’t even dress. I couldn’t have let anyone fuck me anyway, I was too sore, but I needed to try and figure all this out. I thought about quitting in fact I didn’t dress at all, didn’t even masturbate.

Then about two weeks later I decided I would only dress for myself and never be with another man again, by now I was over the soreness and really horny.  After getting dressed and looking at my emails and porn and I found myself looking at men again and thinking how sexy he looked or what it’d feel like to be fucked by that cock. I was so confused, I kept thinking how insane this is and why was I thinking like this again.  Then it occurred to me! When I dress I think like a woman. When dressed I look at men as sexy and my woman side wants them. I liked seeing a big hard cock and thinking about letting it fuck me. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off me. I jumped right into the email and now my responses to emails were different now. I was talking like a woman might if she was going to let a man fuck her. I was asking them what they’d do to me and how they liked my big tits. I was telling them I’d suck their cock better than they’d ever had. I watched men fuck other men and got so horny I went and got my dildo and sat on it while I watched others get fucked. I jacked off and came very hard. But just like always as soon as I came I jumped, undressed, and showered. I still couldn’t handle the thought of me being dressed after I came. Even though just a short time later I could have done it again I wouldn’t let myself do that. That would be like crossing a line I shouldn’t, so I’d just go to sleep and start the whole process over the next night.

It took some time to come to grips with this new way of thinking or being if you will, I even began liking this feeling. It allowed me to be totally free and do anything I wanted. I could be this normal macho man during the day and be a complete slut at night and do whatever I wanted. I didn’t have boundaries society puts on us. I could be open and completely crazy if I wanted. A complete opposite of my normal self. But what I didn’t realize was this was going to engulf the man side of me and later…. well, there’s a lot more to this story…a lot!!!!