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Jack could clearly see that boy in the milky light of the moon, still on his knees, heaving and gasping out the last throes of his orgasm.

In a choreographed gesture his hips shot forward, holding that pose for just one moment then pulling back slightly, jerking forward again and again to that drumbeat Jack couldn’t hear.

“Unnngghhh, oh god…oh god I’m sorry…”

That was all he heard as Lanky Boy now leaned on his arm, sitting back on his ankles and now he really was sobbing. His other arm lay across his body and Jack’s eyes followed it down to his lap, his fist tightly gripping that pale thin pole with an apple red head glistening in the moonlight.

Jack didn’t dare move, he didn’t know what this boy was capable of even so spent, literally drained and remorseful, at the altar of his sacrilegious actions, on his knees in repentance.

“Help me”

It was all Jack could croak, Lanky Boy reacting as if he had been slapped and haphazardly falling to his side, scrambling up and blindly staring down at Jack splayed at his feet, waiting to see if that sound was real, if he had really heard him speak.

The dog appeared out of the black recess of the alley, the sounds in the air just the snarling and snapping of it’s teeth, short and sharp, a ripping sound and then just howling curses, that quick shuffle of footsteps now running, the barking dog following close behind, finally just a hollow echo from that distant side street.

It was the same boy who had barreled into the bathroom that night as he finished washing his hands. He had gone directly into that rear booth but had turned, looked back at Jack in those mirrors, staring at him.

Confused and not knowing if there was any problem, Jack held his look for just a moment too long.

Lanky Boy grabbed at his crotch, rubbing at it roughly before stepping back into that booth, suddenly slamming that door. It was clearly some challenge but Jack didn’t understand what he had done to warrant this blatant show of bravado.

He didn’t want to find out either and left quickly, taking the stairs two at a time back to the projectionist booth. He had spooled that final reel before going downstairs and it would now play out in a half hour.

Though he had never stayed till closing it all seemed rather anti-climatic and he hadn’t been the least anxious when Mr. Charlie asked him to fill in for Chester the entire evening.

That scene down in the bathroom was just silly posturing and now, up here in the booth, in his world of whirring reels and stacked canisters, he felt protected. The balcony floated just below in that fog of cigarette smoke slowly sifting through that shaft of light from this perch, those catcalls re-writing the action up on the screen.

Looking out that side window he saw Lanky Boy back slumped in his seat but now alone, his date having left with those few other missing girls. The shrill, canned music accompanying yet another road race movie cut through the heavy darkness of the theater before ending abruptly mid-note to a blazing racket of guns and groans.

Chester hadn’t said what he was to do in the case of trouble with the crowd so he didn’t want to start any and he settled back in that broken chair, flipping open one of the Sci-Fi mags spread across the table.

The cover was another scantily clad long-legged alien Amazon clearly looking for a good time as she ogled those terrified Earthlings in silver space suits and that absurdity made Jack snicker. He was into comic books, had always collected them, so he knew something about that need for a fantasy life, but even this scenario seemed more than a bit over the top.

The fanfare announcing the credits blared through the theater and Jack took just a moment before throwing switches, first those blood-red floodlights illuminating the base of the screen, then the dim sconces creating half-moon crescents on the rear wall, finally those floodlights illuminating the entire theater.

The sharp snap of those switches announced this picture show was over, the soundtrack now just the clicking of the projector over the clattering of cans from his booth, a single square of harsh light leaking from that black box high on the rear wall.

The bank of spotlights that once followed an ingenue’s entrance hung stiffly across that balcony wall, now shadowy with dust and untouched for years, forlorn curtains sagging at the edge of that white empty expanse fronting the stage. He had always avoided looking too closely at the interior, the dispiriting current state of disrepair only hinting at a faded grandeur represented in the decorative plaster moldings peeling their paint, the brass railings dulled from age and neglect, the chandelier never to be lit again but looming over the orchestra seats coated in ice crystals, glistening even through the heat of July.

Judy was waiting as he bounded down the stairs, waving as she went through that glassed front facade, locking it behind her. He found the switch for the marquee and front lobby, was heading for the rear door exit when he noticed the balcony lights were still lit.

He quickly jumped those stairs and dashed into the bathroom for a quick rinse before leaving. There was no one there, of course, that was Judy’s job with her flashlight and sweet but firm demeanor to be sure all the patrons had left. Jack walked the aisle and peered into each booth, that litter of paper and debris to be cleaned tomorrow by the custodial staff.

In that last stall he noted some new graffiti and figured it could only be the Balcony Boys doing. It wasn’t original in the least, the only good thing those girls named would never know they had made their debut on this Wall of Shame.

As he turned there was that “Hump Day Here” notation, but added to the right of that toilet roll was an arrow with the words “Give Us Your Daily Dump”. As he turned, brushing against that dispenser, it wobbled and Jack bent to check how badly it was broken.

It could be swung completely out of position and behind was a large round hole, clearly going to the toilet roll on the other side of the wall, still in position but he knew that was only for lack of a tandem partner.

It wasn’t the shock of this idea that stopped Jack in his tracks. All men’s rooms had a reputation of being cruising grounds for gay men and the merely curious and most stalls had small peep holes that certainly had been put there with that intent. He had often wondered how straight men felt about this very public exposure, but here was a certified “Glory Hole”, a name that still made Joey giggle from the very first time he had heard it whispered by his friends.

What Jack now understood was the scene that had played out earlier in the evening with Lanky Boy and most likely that grease monkey thug last week, going back to that night he noticed Chester in this last stall while on his Dinner Break.

It wasn’t a stretch of the imagination that Chester might be gay, despite his past marriage and his distinct lack of sartorial taste. What gave Jack pause was that this action was all Chester might expect, on the receiving end of some frustrated boy’s evening, presented through the assumed anonymity of that punched-out hole in this dank balcony bathroom.

Jack had long ago come to terms with his own sexual questioning, and though he would never have made a pass at any of his friends or classmates they were fodder for his nightly fantasies. He would embroider his own colors, tailor new endings onto those tall tales all teenage boys tell, so familiar that they were often told in just gestures and shorthand, peppered with groans and giggles.

The only bits of life in those stories was the flush in their cheeks and the swelling of his dick, watching as his friends grabbing their crotches, lewdly groping their dicks at the very thought of those very imaginative moments with that cheerleader or even the new substitute teacher.

Jack needed to know there was more blood swirling through those obvious fantasies, flesh slapping to a rhythm only he could hear while alone in his bedroom, sweat glistening in that low light across his brow, whispering their names and those imagined private places, trying to justify the re-telling of those too-stale tales.

What made him uncomfortable, here and now, was how Lanky Boy had been able to so easily assess his sexuality, leaving Jack to wonder what signals he had been giving off, making it apparent that he was even a consideration. If those scenes were played out as Jack imagined it was clear he was expected to be tonight’s replacement for Chester here in these stalls as well, that he could possibly be the only one not clued in on this scheme.

He could be disappointed in Chester, be angry at Lanky Boy for assuming he would want to suckle on his dick, but he was just as crazed by his own reluctance to see these signs, to know what had been happening around him.

In their limited grasp of arithmetic his presence in that booth with Chester, their one-on-one tag team keeping those images flickering and the houselights low, for these Balcony Boys it must have added up to sexual shenanigans in that floating room of light, as careless and fancy free as that game of tag played with those girls in the rows of well-worn velvet seats, set to the rhythmic soundtrack of squeaky springs, as quick and easy as wet lips sliding up and down a skinflute in the hollow echoes of these cold tiled bathroom stalls.

There was also his own lack of commitment, but then it was all just a bit too confusing. He wasn’t in a hurry to start dating, to find a boyfriend and get all cozy, he was expected to begin Freshman year at Corpus Christi College in the Fall, his life was all new again and there was plenty to distract him from thinking with his smaller head.

What little thinking he did was in the dark of his room, without the need for those two-dimensional doll faces stapled into a centerfold. While he held those desires in his head he could control the effects, conjure all the affects and circumstances to transverse the uncharted territory of lust, yet to lead to any sense of a treasured love, or even a trusted friend to share these desires.

He saw sex as theater, a dramatic play of spotlights and bold gestures, that improvised banter with your co-star scripting the next scene, suddenly twirling center stage for that moment alone with your audience of friends and finally family, detailing your daring dreams and even those darkest desires, whether ready or not.

He just wasn’t ready for his own close-up, not just yet, and certainly not on this stage without benefit of a net.

To Be Continued..

Copyright JWR
2017/19

Here I was on the north side of forty and fucking delivering pizza as a second job. My soon to be ex-wife had taken off with the contents of our bank account and her pansy assed yoga instructor while leaving me with all our bills. The bitch had even maxed out all the credit cards with cash advances on her way out the door. I would NOT declare bankruptcy though. I refused. Marines, even ex-marines did not quit and did not give in. I would do whatever I had to in order to pay my debts. I was working full time with extra shifts, this part time gig and was making headway. Who needed sleep? I would even work four jobs if I had too.

Still it was a bitch of a night, hot and muggy after a summer storm and the AC in my car was not the best and I had no money to fix it. And I was horny as fuck, not that the bitch ever really put out much in the last few years. She was always whining about female troubles but I thought to myself, why would she? She had her little boy toy on the side. I growled to myself again and slowed down to look for the address. Bingo.

I pulled up and made my way out of the car, fuck it was miserable outside. The high humidity of the hot night air enveloped me like a second skin. The company t-shirt, already a bit too small for my wide shoulders, was glued to my damp skin. Grabbing the delivery pouch, I jogged my way up the walkway and rang the bell. Nothing. Then I rang the bell again. Fuck. I was not in the mood for this shit. Then I rang it one more time.

Finally, I heard someone clunking around on the other side of the door. It opened at last and this college age kid wearing a USMC tee and a high and tight buzzcut. This kid practically had jarhead written on his forehead. He just looked at me before stammering “Yes?” Grinding my teeth together I said “Pizza, it will be nineteen forty.” with my best imitation of a smile as I held out the box. Instead of taking the box, he just stood there raking me over with his eyes before dropping his eyes to my crotch for a bit too long. He did everything but lick his lips. I cleared my throat while trying not to growl.

“Right.” he answered and reached for the box. I handed it to him and he started to close the door.

“Excuse me, you still owe me for the pizza.” I said tersely, reaching out with my hand to stop the door from shutting on me. He almost looked confused and muttered something about his wallet and wandered towards what looked like the kitchen. Thinking back to my days in the military this kid reminded me of some of the grunts in my unit. All muscle and battle instinct and not much else. I stood there impatiently as he slowly made his way back to me. That’s when I noticed a look of undisguised hunger in his eyes.

And it wasn’t for pizza. The little devil dog was seriously checking me out and not being subtle about it. Not that I was averse to some guy on guy romping from time to time, I had been in the Marines for twelve years after all. This was not the time or the place, though an image of his ass in those tight gym shorts as he walked away flashed briefly in my mind. I guess it was kind of a compliment he was interested with my being roughly twice his age though. Maybe I reminded him of his DI.

Finally, he handed me a twenty and told me to keep the change. “Thanks” was my muttered response as I walked away gritting my teeth. A whopping sixty cent tip. I hopped back in my car and went back to the restaurant. My mood was not improved. It was too bad though, he was kind of a hot little grunt and it wasn’t like my dick was getting any action from my run away wife. If it was one thing the military taught me was sometimes your dick just needed a tight hole or a willing mouth and buddies could help each other out when needed. That little snot though needed to be taught a lesson or two which held an appeal all its own.

Ten minutes later, I was about to explode in a fit of rage. The little punk had called my boss to complain that he didn’t get his change. So I was on my way back to his house to give him his fucking sixty cents and a coupon. I did have to promise my boss I wouldn’t rip his head off and shove it up his ass though. Apparently, he’d done this before to other drivers so at least I was good with my boss.

I was still fuming as I pulled up outside his house. I just wanted to hand the little prick his forty cents and coupon before heading home to drink a cold beer, shower and jack off. In that order. So I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Nothing. Again. So I knocked again, a little more forcefully and waited. I was trying to stay as calm as I could.

Finally, the door opened and the little punk answered it. Except his t-shirt had somehow vanished and his ripped torso was in plain view. Complete with a USMC tattoo over his right pec. And this time he was even more open about checking me out with his eyes wandering all over my muscled frame and wide shoulders. Even with how annoyed I was, my dick started to get hard. Just the thought of him on his knees got my juices flowing.

“Here is your change and the coupon for your next order. Sorry about any misunderstanding.” I said as neutrally as I could muster. I held out the change for him to take while I gave him the same kind of once over he had given me. My eyes traveled from his baby face, over his shoulders, muscled chest and ripped abs to his gym shorts where his hard cock was straining against the fabric. He just kind of stood there, waiting. Enough of this pussy footing around, I decided to take charge.

“You a marine?” I asked, touching the USMC logo on his chest. He looked me straight in the eyes and muttered yes. He just stood there like a mindless grunt, staring at me.

“Speak up grunt” I growled out.

“Yes.” He said before pausing and following with a barely audible “Sir”, and I knew just what to do.

“Good, then we understand each other.” I finished. I thought to myself, he’s a boot who needs a firm hand to take orders from. I stepped towards him and gave him a shove back from the door before kicking the door shut with my foot.

“You will address me as Sir, boot!” I growled. To reinforce my point, I reached out and gave one of his nipples a not to gentle twist. He gave a little gasp and responded with a sharp “Yes Sir!” My dick was going getting harder and man, was I going to enjoy this. Maybe tonight would turnout pretty good after all.

Getting right in his face I raised my voice. “You want my dick don’t you boot?” He came to attention and said “Yes Sir!” I felt myself smile despite the oddity of the situation.

“Lose the shorts Boot!” I commanded. And he did, dropping his shorts in under five seconds before coming to attention again. He had been going commando and I liked that. Standing in front of me naked and at attention he was a sight to behold. He could have been carved out of marble, all muscle and sinew. Almost like a Greek statue except this one had a rock hard dick sticking out. I ran my hand over his chest, enjoying the feel of smooth hard muscle. Nice. I did a slow walk around to take a look at that ass. High, firm, and meaty, damn, it should have been in a museum somewhere. I gave it a good solid smack.

“On your knees boot.” And he dropped to his knees and waited expectantly. My dick was going cause my jeans to split a seam it was so hard. I quickly stripped and my own solid eight inches stood straight out. I stepped forward and he reached for it when I growled “Did I give you an order boot?”

“No Sir!” he replied coming back to attention on his knees. He kept his eyes forward as I stepped close to him and rubbed the head of my dick over his face and lips. I saw him shudder just a bit. “Now be a good marine and lick my balls, you have to earn the right to suck my dick.”

He dove in and started to lick and kiss my hairy balls with gusto. Damn, the little bastard had a talented tongue. Feeling generous, I ran my hand over his buzz cut in encouragement. It did feel damn good. “Good boy, now suck them.” I said but pushed him back before he could get his mouth latched around them. I lifted his chin to look at me, “Gently though, you don’t want to bruise them.”

And he closed his eyes and slowly, gently sucked in one ball, giving it a light sucking and swathing with his tongue. The he moved to the other one. The boy certainly knew what he was doing. “You like sucking my sweaty balls boy?” I asked. He answered with a muffled “Yes Sir” without breaking his suction. This boy was a slave at heart. I found I was enjoying myself much more than I should have.

After a minute, I felt him go lower with his tongue and move towards my taint with that magic tongue of his. I stepped back and shoved him on to his back, none to gently. “What the hell do you think you’re doing boy? I stood over him, glaring down at him. He stuttered his response, “I’m sorry Sir, I thought you would like it.” Naked on his back like that he really was a sight to see with his muscles and rock hard cock.

“Are you saying you want to lick my ass soldier?” I spat out at him with a growl. I could have sworn he blushed as he nodded. “Was that a yes, I didn’t hear a sir in there!?” I continued.

“Yes Sir! I want to eat your ass Sir!” He said loud and proud. Silently, I nodded and then turned around and sat on his face. “Then get to it private, eat my ass and earn the right to suck my dick.” Using his hands he spread my cheeks and got to work. His tongue dove right in and the feeling was magical. His tongue must have been wired to heaven as he worked his my ass. Feeling the long strokes of his tongue working in and around my ass… he raised ass licking to a high art. Pure pleasure ran through me as gazed down at his washboard abs and cock hard as a rock. He had nice nipples too, so I reached down and pinched them hard. I could feel his groan vibrate through my ass.

I skimmed my hands down farther and I wrapped my hand around his dick. Not as long or fat as mine but still a solid seven inches. Then I played a bit with his balls, not too rough just yet. He spread his legs a bit and lifted his groin up a couple inches. I knew what he was looking for. What he craved. Needed. He gentled his tongue in my ass a bit, then worked his way to take my balls into his mouth. Lost in lust I didn’t object, he had earned the right to take a little a small liberty.

Reaching down a bit, I pull his legs up so I could see his hole. What a pretty sight it was too. Smooth, round and pink, I imagined how good it was going to feel around my dick. I wet a couple of fingers and started to tease his hole. I could see it quiver with hunger. I slowly pushed one finger, damn was he tight. I slowly finger fucked him and stretched him out a bit. He stopped sucking my balls and moaned, pushing his ass up towards my fingers. Wanting more, needing more. I couldn’t wait to get inside him, to feel his ass muscles milk the jizz from my cock.

I quickly stood up, dragging him to his knees in front of me. Sliding my cock into his open mouth, I felt him go to work. His mouth when into high gear and man, did this kid know how to suck dick as all eight inches slid down his throat. I grabbed his head and started to fuck his throat and at any other time I would have loved to have just let him drink down my cum but not this time.

“Get it good and wet punk because spit is the only lube you’re going to get.” I growled out. If anything that seemed to get him hotter and the suction increased. He buried his nose in my crotch and grabbed my ass to pull himself deeper down his throat. Damn. I was starting to get close though and didn’t want to lose my load that way. I tried to step back but he didn’t want to let go. I practically had to pry the little fucker off my dick.

Damn, he was hot kneeling there with lips swollen and hungry but also almost like a puppy who’d lost his favorite bone. Which I guess he had in a way. “Assume the position grunt.” I commanded and in two seconds flat he was on all fours with that bubble butt waiting and hungry. I assumed the position behind him and ran my hands over the firm globes of his ass, man, did the Marines know how to build muscle on men. I also skimmed my hands over his back, enjoying the feel of the ripped muscle.

Then I spit on my hand and started to work it into his hole a bit though he wanted it so bad it was almost like his hole was nibbling at my fingers. Low moans of anticipation rumbled through his chest and he pushed back against my fingers. Using two fingers I stretched him open some more and his hole felt like hot silk on my fingers. I could only imagine how good it would feel on my dick. After a minute I added a third finger When the third finger got in without much resistance, I knew it was time.

Leaning forward, I pulled his back up against my chest and pinched one of his nipples hard. As he bucked back against me, I whispered in his ear, “Your pussy is mine grunt. I’m gonna breed that hole and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for days, boy.” His only response was to push back against me in need. I rubbed my rock hard dick up and down his crack for a minute to tease him, then lined up the head of my dick against that sweet little hole. I inched in just a bit loving the way his hole reached out to welcome me in. I ran my hands over his chest and abs while leaving my dick just barely inside him.

“Please Sir, fuck me.” he breathed out, impatient at my teasing. I started to enter him a bit faster when he suddenly pushed back hard, his ass swallowing all eight inched of my dick in one rush. I felt him shudder in pleasure and pain as I hit bottom. “God yes, that feels good.” he moaned, his body pressed back against mine.

I gave him just a second to adjust to the size of my dick before I started to move back and forth, slowly at first but building up speed as I started to fuck him in earnest. “Work your ass muscles you worthless slut, or I’ll leave you high and dry.” I grunted harshly in his ear.

That statement was like lighting a match, my little devil dog went into high gear bucking back against me and squeezing his ass around my dick. It felt like a hot wet vice and damn, he was milking my dick like a vacuum. I didn’t want to cum just yet so I stopped for a second, balls deep inside him. I pushed him down on to the floor spread eagle and really started to pound him. Hard. Even laying flat on the carpeted floor he was trying to push back into me for more as I fucked. Sweat was poring off me as pounded his hole into oblivion. Jesus, he was one hot little piece of ass.

I told him what a good little slut he was and gave him a hard smack on the ass. By this point, I was pile driving into his ass like a rutting bull and he was moaning incoherently, lost in his own pleasure. I was so close, “You want my cum you little grunt? I’m gonna shoot my jizz so far up your ass that you’ll be able to taste it!” I practically yelled.

“Yes Sir, breed me Sir! Make me your cum bucket Sir!” He shouted bucking back against me. I felt myself momentarily black out as I emptied my balls into his ass. I regained consciousness a few seconds later slowly dry humping him, though dry was hardly the right word. I don’t think I’d ever shot that much in my life. And he was still trying to milk the cum from my dick with his ass underneath me.

I went back on my knees and pulled him with me, with him still impaled on my slowly softening cock. I held him close and ran my hands over his sweaty chest while I buried my face in his neck, damn, he smelled good too. “Cum for me grunt.” I said gently and used moved my dick just a bit inside him before reaching down to help him jack off. He gasped as he started to shoot and the muscles in his ass tightened uncomfortably around my dick.

“Good boy.” I said as I eased out of him and stood up. Damn, what a good way to blow off steam. I looked at my hand that was still dripping with his jizz and I lifted it up to his lips in silent command. He immediately started to lick my fingers clean.

I was almost sated enough to forgive the punk. Almost. He was looking up at me with eyes that were still hungry. I almost smiled but snarled instead.

“Look at my crotch boy, you think I can get dressed again all wet from your ass and dripping with cum?” I snarled. He quickly responded with a “Yes Sir.” and dove into my crotch to clean off my balls and dick with his tongue before sucking my dick. He hadn’t asked but it was at that point I was really okay with him taking some initiative. His mouth quickly got me hard again and even as good of a cocksucker as he was, I used the opportunity to fuck his face just to make him gag. After a couple minutes of abusing his throat, I shot a smaller load straight down into his thirsty belly as I held my dick as far down as it would go.

Ignoring him as I got dressed again in silence I could feel his eyes on me. Waiting, as he stayed on his knees like a good little marine. Fully dressed, I started to leave before turning back to him. Damn he was really a hot little fucker, sitting there muscled and sweating with his dick still at half mast. I impulsively spoke.

“Saturday, oh-nine hundred grunt. I am not done with your punishment, or your ass. You got that?” I said as I opened the door and stepped outside into the muggy night air.

I heard the “Sir Yes Sir!” as strutted out to my car.

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I took one quick look in the mirror before heading out. The invitation had said to dress casually, and I had on my summer-weekend athleisure attire: gray T-shirt, light jersey knit shorts, sneakers, and a ball cap. My 5’11” and 170 pound reflection looked back at me. I’d spent my 20s getting that lacrosse jock bod I lusted after as a skinnier, not-too-athletic dude in college. Like a lot of 30-year-old gay guys in the city, I was both proud of the work I’d put into my body and insecure about its imperfections.

“What the fuck?” I chuckled aloud. I wasn’t the main attraction today. I grabbed my keys, phone, and a manila envelope and headed out the door.

It was one of those rare New York summer days when it wasn’t too hot or too humid, so I walked the several blocks from my place to Grand Central. I didn’t have to wait long for the Metro North train I was supposed to take to the well-to-do bedroom community north of the city.

I was both nervous and excited on the train ride up. I needed my head examined spending this kind of money on an hour’s worth of sexual entertainment. I had a good job in finance, but that ten-thousand dollars was a hell of a lot to blow. I had an emergency fund that had become a downpayment fund in case I wanted to buy my own place. Dipping into it was a bona fide stupid thing to do.

But Stu reminded me when he told me about this gathering that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. “Think about it, Tim? When are you going to have another chance to see a real father and son team?” He had a point, and that was all the convincing I needed.

Stu Emerson was my ex. A partner at one of the city’s high-powered law firms. Stunningly handsome, with silvery gray hair that pushed my buttons. My only real boyfriend to date. Stu and I got off on our age difference and our mutual appreciation of incest roleplay in the bedroom. For a couple of solid years, I was Son and Stu was Dad and the sex was scorching hot. Eventually, like a lot of guys we started to think we could do better. I started to lust after better-in-shape DILF-ier guys, and Stu pined for younger men as I got closer to 30.

We broke it off, amicably, and went after what we wanted. Me pursuing a string of hot DILF hookups, Stu fucking a succession of NYU kids looking for their Daddy fix. But Stu and I occasionally would hook up in an on-again/off-again fuckbud situation. It was complicated.

I now had an anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach. The anticipation, sure, but also the worry I was making a mistake. Stu vouched that this was the real deal. “I haven’t seen the guys, but Charlie, the host, assures me they’re hot.”

The train was pulling into my stop, so I got out and walked down the station platform, to the far end of the parking lot as I’d been instructed. I hated this secrecy, but also understood it. I mean, the measures probably weren’t enough to prevent law enforcement from tracing anything, but the men invited were a select few, found by word of mouth. I waited, looking out for anything that might be my ride, as I clutched the envelope.

I didn’t have to wait long. A black town car pulled into the station lot and came over to me. The driver was friendly and professional as he got out.

“Mr. Tim?” he greeted. “I take it you have the document?”

I held up the envelope, and the drive opened the door for me. “You’re my second stop,” he said, indicating there was another guest in the car already.

I hadn’t given it much thought, but to the extent I had, I expected the guys at this party wouldn’t be all that attractive. Maybe it was just the trollish stereotype of the kind of pervs who pay for a sex show, though I had to admit I was now officially one of those pervs.

The man in the backseat was one of the hottest men I’d ever seen, though. I’d place him in his early 40s, probably a finance hedge-fund guy, wedding band, wearing golf attire and clearly just coming from a round at the club. He was the age and type I’d almost exclusively gone for when I first came out and moved to the city, before I’d graduated to slightly older men in their late 40s and 50s.

Now I was wondering why abandoned dudes this age. He was DILF extraordinaire. Crossfit body, handsome as fuck, and casually masculine. Brown eyes, golf-course tan, and medium-short brown hair like hundreds of finance guys his age. My dick was already popping wood all day off and on in anticipation of the show, but it firmed up again as I slid in the seat and was offered his hand.

“Steve,” the man said as he gripped my hand in a finance-guy handshake – very firm but perfectly timed not to hold too long. I wouldn’t say he was flirty but he had a bright smile and brighter eyes.

“Tim,” I replied, trying to return that open, friendly approach without slipping into schmoozy professional mode like I normally did with a man like this.

“Maybe we’re not supposed to use our real names, but fuck that,” he said. “I don’t see why all the cloak and dagger business.”

“I know,” I chuckled. “Guess they got to be careful.”

Steve nodded down at my lap. “Got your Golden Ticket?” He had a similar envelope next to him. Inside was a certified check and a rental agreement for an expensive lake house in upstate New York, which neither Steve nor I would be using.

“Expensive ticket,” I nodded.

The guy laughed. “Yeah, I’ll say. Better be worth it.” He flicked my envelope playfully. “I will give the guy credit. Or his accountant. It’s not water tight, but it’s a good way to launder money.”

I looked nervously toward the driver’s seat and the chauffeur. Steve laughed but lowered his voice to ease my concern. “He’s cool, man, don’t worry.”

We drove on, and I looked out the window. I wasn’t even caring to figure out where we were heading, I was mostly amused by the very expensive homes we were passing. When I looked back, Steve’s attention was on me and he had a sly smile.

He leaned in to whisper to me. “You’re just my speed, buddy… If I weren’t dropping ten thou on a show…” he said.

My dick, already primed and excited, firmed up. “Yeah, you too,” I said with a smile, which made the guy chuckle. Steve leaned back in his seat and spread his legs. I could see his erection, too, and it flattered me. But every part of this guy was hot. I felt a little guilty when I saw his wedding band, but I figured he could make his own decisions about his fidelity.

Pretty quickly, we pulled up to a mansion. Secluded, leafy. The wealth of the place made this whole thing seem even more tawdry.

“Show time,” Steve growled enthusiastically, reaching down to cup his erection briefly before stepping out of the car.

As we were shown in, a shorter, cute 30-something strawberry-blond guy greeted us, took our envelopes, and held out individualized boxes for our cell phones and smart watches, and patted us down for anything that might record video or audio. “Charlie’s rules,” he apologized.

We were nearly the last ones there. The men there were having a drink, standing around a study chatting. Some were taking advantage of the open bar, some were holding off on the booze, wanting to be sober and clear headed for the show. I poured a light gin and tonic.

As I fixed my drink I looked around. There were a lot of well-to-do men. Finance guys, probably some lawyers like Stu, and a couple of the men in their 50s gave off a politician vibe, though I had to imagine it was risky for them to come here.

Maybe it was risky for all of us, I thought.

I was clearly the youngest guy there, except for one other, who walked into the room, with a much older man in tow, a very attractive DILF who was fit, tanned, and well-groomed. The young guy gave off trust fund kid vibes, in the easy almost cocky confidence he had interacting with the older men in the room. And DILF had that trophy husband look to him. I needed not to be so judgmental, I realized.

A hand clapped on my shoulder. “Tim!” came the familiar voice. “Though maybe you’re not using your real name?” he asked.

It was Stu. I turned around and gave him a quick gay-buddy hug. “Tim’s good,” I said. “Great to see you, Stu.”

I pulled back and looked at him. I was so used to seeing Stu in his work attire, or after-work attire, the casual look threw me for a loop. Canary-yellow Brooks Brothers polo, khaki shorts, loafers with no socks. “I can’t thank you again for the invitation.”

Stu’s eyes twinkled. “I knew you’d love this, Tim. You’re gonna go wild, I promise,” he said.

Something in his tone made me pause. “You been to an event like this before?” I asked, incredulous.

He grinned and gave a little nod. “Not the same dad-son pair and not nearly as hot, but Charlie’s hosted a team before. Hottest experience of my life.”

I took his words in with anticipation. My dick was chubbing up once more. I worried I was gonna get blue balls from the sexual overstimulation. “Wait,” I said. “Have you seen the team for today?”

“Oh yeah,” Stu replied. He pointed over to where a TV screen was showing pictures. “They’ve set up a slide show…. to show the guys are the real deal. You should check it out. That’s part of where your money went,” he added.

“To pay for a TV monitor?” I asked, confused.

“Nah. Let’s put it this way. There are fathers and sons who might fuck for the money. But sharing fucking boy scout camp photos… seriously, Tim, go check it out. These guys are fucking unbelievable.”

Stu wasn’t inclined to exaggerate, so I told him I would. My ex patted me on the shoulder and went off to mingle. I had a feeling he knew at least a couple of the men attending.

I stepped over to where the monitor had a slide show of family snapshots, in a loop. There were about a dozen photos, each hotter than the others. Father posing with son. Stu wasn’t lying. These guys were the real deal and hotter for it.

As I watched, transfixed, and more than a little horny, a man stepped up beside me. Silver haired, decent shape dad bod, he was one of the guys I took for a politician. Maybe my libido was amped up, but I’d be into this 50-something man fucking me silly. Like Stu, he was more handsome than fit, but he had a sexual aura about him as he stuffed his hand in his golf shorts to arrange his hardon. Like Steve, he was in golf attire, though I wasn’t sure if he’d come from the links or if he was just in country club mode.

“Fuck, that boy’s incredible,” he observed, casually massaging his erection. It was wild. I’d never been to a sex party before, but what was weird here was that the men seemed so open about sex but it wasn’t about each other.

I examined the photos. The Son was clearly an athlete, a football jock and looked almost the stereotype. Lean but bulging muscle, buzz-cut brown hair, ruddy face, big goofy smile. The hottest was a picture of him at practice, shirtless and wearing white lycra pants.

The Dad of course pushed my buttons. Even more than the son, he has a real Midwestern, Middle America vibe to him. Two inches shorter than his quarterback son and packed with much more muscle that came with age, along with that ex-jock, dadbod beer belly. Not too hairy, but in one shot of him shirtless at a lake house, you could see the brown fur get thicker on his stomach and down toward the waist band of his board shorts. And there was a nice thick amount of soft fur on the man’s bulging forearms, thinning out along the big guns of his biceps.

Dad had a smile to match his son, and the same brown eyes. You could tell they were related, even if Dad and Son weren’t posing together in a few of the snap shots.

“The Dad’s more my speed,” I admitted, which got a smile and a lewd glance from Politician guy.

“I bet he is,” the man laughed in a friendly laugh, patting me on the shoulder. “Something here for everyone I guess.”

I nodded. “For sure. And, I don’t know, I think the fact they’re father and son makes each one even hotter for me.”

Politician got a naughty look to his face and whispered. “You should see my son. 19 and hotter than Jock Boy there.”

I felt the blood rush to my face and my dick surge. “Oh shit. For real?” I was trying to process the implications.

I heard a soft chuckle, then he replied. “Josh and I haven’t done anything. But I think about it – a LOT. I guess this little party lets me work out my fantasies vicariously.”

“That’s hot,” I said.

He seemed relieved I wasn’t being judgmental and then paused, as if he was mulling something over. Then he puled out his phone. “This stays between us, right?” he asked with caution as he unlocked his phone and swiped through. Looking up again, he added, “I figured you were a likeminded gentleman.”

I agreed. “Oh yeah, you can trust me.” I so wanted to see what he was considering showing me.

There it was. Josh. Normal college kid. Cute as fuck. Had some of his dad’s features but with even better genes.

“Your son’s hot,” I said simply.

The man nodded and scrolled through a couple more pictures to show me one of Josh in just a pair of swim trunks at the beach. It was a perfect young guy’s body. Just the right amount of muscle, amazing eight pack abs.

“I’ve definitely had some un-fatherly thoughts,” Politician said with mix of embarrassment and pride in his perversion.

I went with it, egging him on. “Yeah? Like what? What would you do to your Josh if you could.”

He let out a breath. “Whoo, boy…. My pick? I’d bend my boy over and eat him out before fucking the shit out of his hot college ass.” He laughed at how carried away and insane his fantasy was. “But truth be told, I’d do anything he wanted if I ever thought there was a chance.”

I nodded down to my shorts, where a tent was fully formed and sticking out the fabric. “You’re getting me a little excited,” I said in a low voice.

The man grinned. “You into your daddy? Your real dad?”

I shook my head no. “Fraid not. Just the idea, you know. That’s why the opportunity to watch others do it is so hot.”

Almost if on cue, the host walked in. I didn’t know him beyond a couple of terse emails from an anon account, but this was clearly Charlie. A good looking 50 year old beefy dude who was in country club attire like most the other guys.

“Gentlemen let’s get started. Follow me to the other room.” As we did our host explained. “Two ground rules. No stepping in front of the red line. And no talking during the show itself. Beyond that, have fun, fellas.”

As we filed in, I saw what he was talking about. There were two chairs and a mattress set up in the middle of the room, along with a couple of towels and a big container of lube. Around it, there was a perimeter of red electrical tape, and beyond that, eleven fold out chairs were arranged. Not too close to one another, but kind of circling around the mattress to give an optimal view of the show.

I started to sit down in one, but a man came over. The strawberry-blond guy from the front door, and I later learned he was the real estate agent who’d set up the transaction that got me my ticket there. Now, he was playing co-host. “Seating’s assigned I’m afraid,” he said politely. “But don’t worry, there’s not a bad seat.”

I watched as a prosperous looking man in his 60s took that middle seat and I went to find my name taped to the back of a chair angled a little to the side. Clearly I had the cheap seat, even at ten thousand, but that was OK. Like the guy said, it was going to be an incredible view, just six or seven feet from the action.

Across from me, in the other cheap seat, sat a quiet, almost mousy guy. Married, if his wedding ring was an indication. He’d already pulled off his shirt, and while he wasn’t super built, he had a nice compact body and a flat stomach for a man in his middle age.

Next to him was Trust Fund Kid and Trophy Husband. Trophy Husband was already taking off his shirt, too, and his shorts, revealing a jock strap. He looked like a Daddy porn actor and I racked my brain to think if I’d seen him before. Maybe he was just in porn-actor shape, the tanned, trim muscle a nice contrast to his short-cut gray hair. He leaned over and placed his hand affectionately on Trust Fund Kid’s shoulder, leaning in to whisper something. Trust Fund Kid laughed.

Between Trophy man and the Propserous guy with the prime seat sat Stu and Charlie, the host. They were chummy and laughing and talking, so I figured Stu must know the guy pretty well. Probably explains how he found out about the party.

I felt a hand pat my shoulder and saw Hot Steve sit next to me. “We meet again,” he smiled. “Ready for some action?” he asked amiably.

“Oh yeah,” I smiled. “If I don’t get blue balls first.”

Steve laughed but didn’t say anything to that.

Next to him was Realtor Guy and beyond that Silver-Haired Politician and some Businessman looking dude.

“All right,” Charlie said a little loudly to announce the start. “You can come out fellas!”

The place got dead quiet. My dick throbbed, uncomfortably, and I looked over to see a rigid erection in Steve’s shorts, too. I looked up and saw Mousy Guy across from me. He was almost hyperventilating he was so turned on, but he saw my glance and gave me a wink. I smiled back, but didn’t keep his gaze.

Besides, the pair of the hour filed out. Both were naked except for matching pairs of Missou shorts. I wasn’t sure if Jock Son was a student, or if these guys were just fans. Either way, the effect was mesmerizing. Father and son, a clear match, despite the age and difference in body size. The Son walked like a jock, confident but a little awkward, and I could see the Dad’s horny gaze on his kid’s backside. That look alone was nasty and could have gotten me off.

I thought they’d take a seat, and the Dad started to, but Son sat down on the mattress, Indian style.

“Come on Dad, come down here,” Jock urged. The voice was adult but young. Like a frat dude’s. Or a pre-frosh, I thought with a shudder.

I had no idea what to expect from a real dad-son team. I guess I realized it would be hard for two guys to be open, particularly in an exhibitionist context like this.

The Dad was nervous as fuck. Like body shaking, voice shy and cracking as he replied to his Son, “Ok…” and got down in a matching position to face his boy, not too close, but familiar. I could tell Dad was keeping his eyes on Son, trying to ignore the rest of us, to pretend we weren’t there. To pretend he wasn’t putting on a goddamn incest sex show.

But what surprised me was how at ease the Son was. He reached over and patted his father’s bare leg, then caressing the hairy thigh in an affectionate but sexual way. “Come on, Dad. I don’t mind if these guys know. What we have going on is beautiful.”

I had a good angle to watch that quarterback hand go back and forth on Dad’s furry leg, slowly working his way upward. I couldn’t see Dad’s face but I head a sigh at last. “Feels good, Son.”

Son got a happy smile. “Yeah?” he encouraged. Then he looked around the group. Like he was proud to be the start of a private show like this. Turning his attention back to his father, he dug his hand way up deeper past the hem of his dad’s shorts. I knew instinctively he was touching his dad’s cock. “These men all think what we have is beautiful, too,” he said. Fuck, this kid was a natural.

And just like that I was watching a father and son kiss for the first time. You could feel the sexual tension in the room ratchet up ten times, at least. A couple of men slid their shorts off, including Steve, which was the only thing to tempt me to look away from the Dad-Son team. Steve had a nice tool, not big, not small. Just beautiful and manly and hard. He saw me look and gave a sly wink before turning back to the show.

I did, too, only I kept my shorts on for now. It was too much temptation to have my cock out and I wanted this to last.

The pair were taking their time, too, slowly making out and feeling each other’s bodies up. From my angle, I saw Dad’s strong broad back and Son’s hands run up and down the rippled muscle.

“Love you, kiddo,” came the father’s voice as he scooted back and guided his Son to a lying position, playfully tugging at those black and gold Missou shorts. I could see and hear that thick Son cock thwap onto those rippled abs. And seeing the football jock son lift his surprisingly thick thighs up to help his Dad strip him was a huge turn on. I realized I didn’t know what these men were going to do. I hoped they’d fuck, but I was just told with assurance I wouldn’t be disappointed.

For now, Dad was kissing slowly and lovingly up from Son’s hairy thighs and along the knotted muscle of that late-teen leg muscle. The middle aged man was becoming less self-conscious now as he got into the intimacy with his son. Even better, I had the feeling his gradual exploration of the young man was his normal approach. He wasn’t just putting on a display for us.

I looked around and a few of the guys – Stu, Anonymous Businessman, and Mousy Guy were stroking. Outright masturbating to the show. I don’t know how they didn’t cum immediately. I figured at least I could pull down my shorts, lifting the elastic over my aching hardon without daring to touch my dick, then sliding the material down off my legs, gently kicking them off.

I felt a nudge at my arm. It was Steve, giving me the thumbs up. He liked when he saw, and unconsciously I matched his masculine posture, leaning back, legs spread, letting my rigid cock ride up from my crotch.

I looked back to the mattress just in time to watch Dad go down on his boy.

“Oh fuck Dad!” Son hissed, the jock like demeanor seeming stronger than ever. “Suck my dick… like that, Dad…. oh shit…”

Dad recognize the son’s quickly rising pleasure and backed off, blowing on the throbbing prick and scooting down to tongue his son’s balls.

“Ah yeah, show ’em,” Son urged, reaching down to caress behind Dad’s ears as his nearly smooth ball sac got a nice, nasty tongue bath.

Dad repeated the process. Taking Son’s thick tool in between his lips and working him slowly and lovingly, before letting Son cool his jets before another round.

Finally, Dad sucked and didn’t pull back. His bobs went faster and he was applying more suction.

“Oh Dad, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna… gonna shoot in my father’s mouth.”

I heard a loud grunt. One of the men was coming. It was Businessman, firing heavy spurts, most of which fell past the red line, but I guess that was OK.

I watch Dad slurp at Son’s prick getting out the last drops. This was so incredibly hot to watch, but part of me was disappointed if oral was all we’d see. Especially if Dad was the one doing the servicing. Still, I thought lewdly to the Politician and how he’d do anything his Josh asked. I imagined him blowing his son on demand and being grateful for the opportunity. Yeah, there was something hot about that, too.

What I saw next was insanely exciting, though. Dad crawled up on top of Son’s now relaxed body and kissed him. Open mouth, loving. It took me a second to realize what was going on. The two were passing Son’s cum back and forth. A heavy wad of son semen that the father had stored in his craw, only to snowball it.

Son was moaning excitedly now, clutching at Dad’s bulkier body. I knew instinctively that young erection wasn’t going down and wasn’t gonna. These guys were going for round two.

Dad was getting into the exhibition now, slurping up a wad of spit and cum from Son’s mouth loudly then raising his head about four inches and waiting for Son to open his mouth. Then Dad would let the white, frothy liquid fall from between his parted lips right into Son’s mouth.

Son gargled and made a show of swallowing it all.

Dad looked down, lust-driven and paternal and proud and ruffled son’s hair playfully.

“Want more, son?” he asked softly.

Son nodded yes and opened his lips again. It took Dad a second but he gathered his saliva and instead of letting it drip he hawked the spit right into the back of Son’s throat.

Son moaned loudly, and now that Dad had scooted up I could see his hardon surge at the nasty action. “Fuck, Dad,” he growled, his throat still full of spit.

Dad repeated the action, then both of them laughed. It was a gesture of domination but for these guys it was playful. I so wanted to know their story, their history. They were so comfortable with one another, I just knew they’d fuck around a lot together. The very idea had me leaking.

“Shit!” came a cry. It was from one of the spectators. We weren’t supposed to talk but I guess Mousy Guy got carried away. He was coming in heavy thick dribbles, his face red, and muscles tense.

Trust Fund Kid looked on, smirking at how turned on we all were. I didn’t like his douchy expression, but I probably had a matching one, too. The look of a guy who pays for a sex show and gets more than he expected. I watched as Trust Fund Kid nudged the leg of Trophy Husband and looked down at his own hardon. I’ll admit Trust Fund Kid was majorly hung.

Trophy Husband nodded and scooted down to a kneeling position in front of his partner. He began licking, servicing his man as Trust Fund Kid’s eyes went back to the action.

Dad was now fully naked, and his cock was even thicker than Son’s, amazingly. Everything about the man was thick and I had gone from seeing Dad as the kind of man hot because he had an average body to being a man who was hot, period.

His face was buried between Son’s spread legs as the jock pulled his knees back to his chest to give Dad access. This was definitely a familiar process for the two. It was smooth and practiced. Not wild, just a loving dad-son rim job. Enough to relax the boy and wet him down before Dad leaned up with a haughty expression battling his paternal love. He reached over and pumped out a generous amount of lube.

I wouldn’t call the man’s fingering technique finessed, but Son was into the way Dad prodded his whole with lubed fingers, slickening up the entrance. Then, satisfied he’d done the job, Dad got into the saddle, rubbing the thick wet head at his son’s crinkled hole.

“Remember our first time, Matt?” It was Dad’s voice. Alive, sexual. The question shocked me, for using his son’s first name. And also seeing the Dad getting into vocalizing, into taking the initiative.

Matt nodded. “Oh yeah, Dad. Could never forget. Best night of my life.”

Dad’s hips contracted and his cock pushed in. There was an audible gasp in the room. This was it. The act worth paying ten thousand to watch. Slowly Dad stretched Son open as Matt clenched his eyes briefly to deal with the penetration. His Daddy had a big dick, for sure, and it must have been a lot to take.

Dad paused a couple of inches in. Maybe hitting some tightness inside, maybe just taking his time. He reached down and lovingly caressed his Son’s smoother, leaner body. “You wouldn’t take no for an answer,” he reminisced.

“Dad…” Matt gasped, clearly overwhelmed by the mind fuck of having their personal history on display for eleven strangers. Then, getting into the connection, he reached up and ran his hands along his dad’s hips and belly. Lovingly, admiringly. “I wanted you so much. Always do…”

“Yeah…?” Dad was easing more in. “Wanted your old man?”

Matt smirked. Eyes on his father. Loving and intense in their gaze on the man who created him. “You don’t even know, Dad. Know how hot it is when you fuck me.”

It was my peripheral vision at first, but I saw Trust Fund Kid come at those words, right into Trophy Dad’s throat.

I wasn’t going to be distracted, though. I focused on the pair on the mattress. It was almost not noticeable at first, but the father’s muscles were contracting and like that he shoved his prick all the way in Matt.

“Fuck yes!” the jock cried. His erection was standing up from his flat stomach and his hands were now pulling his Dad’s hips inward.

Dad was in charge now, though. He pulled out for another deep plunge. We were getting our show now, a real dad-son fuck.

I came. I wasn’t even aware my hand was on my dick but I had the hardest nut I’d ever had in my life, spraying liquid seed everywhere. It was like the most intense edging orgasm I’d ever had, but even deeper. I didn’t black out, but my vision lost focus and my body went into the shakes.

I sensed Steve laughing next to me, but as I turned I saw he was cumming too.

The fuck continued. Dad didn’t go hard or fast but he was intent and deep with each inward shove. Steady. Athletic. Everything about watching that man fuck was beautiful. Even his dadbod beer belly and the way it seemed firmer as his whole body flexed.

Matt was going to come again. Maybe not immediately, but it was going to happen, I knew. The kid was just too turned on by the thick dad cock plowing him.

But Dad came first. “Daddy’s gonna load you up, Matt,” he growled and like that we all watched his big burly body go into orgasm. If there were any guys there who hadn’t cum, they were getting off now.

“Fuck sir!” Matt bellowed, a high pitch sex voice that differed from his normal jock cool as he fired a few powerful watery strands of his jism along his ripped body. Then fell back on the mattress.

Dad and son made out for a minute then uncoupled. Dad’s dong was lubed and wet from cum, and Matt was drenched in his own sperm as Dad helped him to his feet.

“Hope you feel you got your money’s worth, guys,” the Dad said, acknowledging us for the first time. A few replied yes aloud, but others nodded.

We all knew we had witnessed something marvelous and special just now. A once in a lifetime experience. We were just in awe.

“Good,” Dad said, and sheepishly wrapped a towel around his waist and handed one to Matt, who had a big grin on his face. I wondered if this was his idea, even his fantasy. He didn’t cover up but just draped his towel on his shoulder and let us see his pert bubble butt as he followed his father out of the room, probably to go clean off.

A few of the guys were getting dressed or standing up. I heard some excited talk. Steve sat next to me, looking over with a smile. “Can you believe that?” he asked. “I’m still hard.” He was still wearing his golf shirt but was naked from the waist down. And indeed, his dick still stuck up hard and ready.

I was too. My thoughts were still processing what I’d just seen. But I had an incredible hot man next to me, and I figured nothing ventured, nothing gained.

“I’ll suck you off, if you want,” I offered. I normally would be self conscious about doing it in front of other guys, but fuck it, we’d all just watched a father and son have sex.

Steve smiled. “Tempting,” he whispered. “But not here.” He looked around and added. “I’m gonna head off soon. If you wanna come with…”

“Yeah,” I said.

That made him happy. “I normally try to be a good boy,” he added. “But today has just been incredible.”

“It has,” I said. “Worth every penny.”

The guy had a sexual look on his face. The way he looked at me made feel like a million bucks. I could get used to that feeling. “Give me ten minutes,” he said, pulling on his shorts and briefs and standing up to tuck back in. It was almost like he’d never left the club. “I’m gonna piss and say goodbye to a couple of the fellas.” So Steve knew some guys here, too.

He stepped aside and patted my shoulder as he walked past.

I pulled on my shorts again. Going commando had felt like a good idea coming here, but now I had a leaking cock forming a spot in the fabric.

I looked up to see Politician Guy come over and pull Steve’s chair a little to sit down, facing me.

“Pretty hot, huh?” he beamed.

“I’ll say,” I replied. “You can’t even put it into words.” As great as the experience was, I was actually enjoying the bonding of having it with these other men.

“I know you’re out of my league, stud,” he said with a little shyness, “but if you ever want to hookup, maybe we could do a little scene together.”

“Like the one we just watched?” I smiled. I didn’t mean to be a tease, but it was fun to flirt. And yeah, I liked the idea of roleplaying with this silver-haired daddy.

“Pretty much,” the guy said.

“I could be your Josh,” I offered, hoping I wasn’t being too forward.

That surprised Politician but in a good way. “You’d do that? Then yeah, we definitely need to get together.”

“Does Josh have any clothes that would fit me?” I asked with a lewd smile.

He patted his legs. “You’re a bad boy,” he drawled out. “I love it.” He reached into his pocket and fished in his wallet for a card. “Here… call me and we’ll make this happen.”

“Yeah, Dad,” I whispered. Maybe jumping the gun, but the whole afternoon had keyed me up in a big way.

Politician just laughed and stood up, chubbed in his shorts. “All right. You better fucking call me,” he said in a light hearted tone.

My dick was softening back to normal, but I felt alive and sexual. I said good bye to Stu and quickly met the Businessman, whose name was Frank. I then went to thank the host, who pulled me aside.

“Listen, I don’t find real dad-son pairs often, but from time to time I host parties like this. If you want to be on the invitation list, let Stu give me your info.’

“I don’t know that I can afford any more,” I replied truthfully, “But definitely keep me in mimd.”

He winked. “Got it. Thanks for coming,” he said, shaking my hand like a business colleague. “Nice to have some young blood at these events. Other than that asshat Jared,” he growled in a low whisper. I knew he was talking about Trust Fund Kid and I had to laugh.

I parted and made my way to the front door, where Steve was waiting, checking his phone now that he had it back. I got mine out of the box and stepped over to join him.

“Ready?” he said.

We got back into the town car and weren’t too chatty actually. Mostly giving each other heavy eye contact. I was surprised I was still horny after busting like I just had. I could go again, just stroking off and reliving that magical sex show. But I had a real life DILF interested in me, and I wanted to see where this would go.

He dialed his phone.

“Honey…Yeah, played pretty well.. Listen, Jack’s invited me into the city for dinner and to watch the game. Nah, I won’t be too late…” Steve looked over at me. “Maybe ten?”

It like he was confirming with me. I nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll text you when I catch the train. Yeah, see you tonight. Love ya.”

He hung up and turned toward me. “You caught me in a rare mood, buddy,” he said. “Don’t normally do this.”

I felt like a heel. But I also knew I’d watched a married man, wedding band and all, fuck his real son, and felt no moral compunction about it.

“Lucky me,” I said, trying to be sincere and not ironic.

Steve patted my leg briefly and I loved the contact. “It’s a one time thing, all right?” It was like he was assuring me off my place as a side piece.

“Got it,” I said a little huffy. If Steve wasn’t so hot, I’d probably be backing out just then.

The guy got a contrite look on his handsome face. “Sorry, buddy… you’re a cool guy.” He leaned in and whispered. “And you’re hot as fuck.”

God, that voice, his tone, got me hard, right there in the back seat of the car.

“I want to go to your place and fuck that hot jock ass of yours.”

OK, I was full on boned. I looked down and saw the guy was on the way there, too.

“I’d like that,” I said softly, and Steve chuckled. I added, not even whispering, just mouthing so the driver wouldn’t hear. “Dad.”

Steve broke out in a surprised smile. Equally silent, his lips formed one word.

“Son.”

I’ve been sort of gay, or bi or something for a long time. I’ve always been a bit confused. But after a poor showing with girls in high school and after, I had a few fun gay experiences. After going through several boyfriends, I finally stuck with one for a few years. Gerry was a little older than me but much less mature. A bit of a sissy really. We tried all sorts of gay loving, but he was always wanting to be topped, and I did too. It worked for a long time, but after that, he drifted away, and we split up. 

I was alone for a year. I didn’t even have any one nighters. Then one day my phone buzzed. Buck, as he called himself, said we need to meet. He had been with Gerry for a while and based on what Gerry told him about me, he was interested. 

I tried talking to Gerry about Buck. But he wasn’t talking. He said Buck was an asshole and I should run away as fast as I can. But Buck seemed okay to me on the phone. I met him anyway.

At the bar, we talked for a while. He said Gerry gave him some info about me. How I always wanted to be a slut for dominant men. How I’d dreamed of being kidnapped and used as a slave and turned into a whore. I told him those were not the correct stories, even though they were. 

Buck was a long, tall guy. Black slicked-back hair. He had a naughty gleam in his eye. The kind of guy that makes you really nervous. Like there was shit running around in his head you never want to know about. He was that kind of guy. He whispered to me after we had finished our third beer. 

“Let’s go to my house. When we get there, I’m going to tie you up and fuck you. Just like you want. I’m going to fuck you hard, like a bitch who owes me money. I’ve got all the ‘whips and chains’. After that, I’ll invite a few of my friends over to fuck you. No, I’ll invite a lot of my friends over to fuck you. What do you think about that?”

All my long-lost fantasies and dreams ran through my head. All the wishes and requests to my numerous lovers over the years. All of them had come true. Right now. All at the same time. One time. Right here. What was I going to do?

I took a last swallow of beer. The fact he was so verbal and specific made my skin ripple with goosebumps. I wasn’t looking at him. I was looking out the window of the bar. 

“I suppose we should go then, shouldn’t we?”

In the car, he wanted to make a few things clear. He roughly took my wrists in his hands, holding them at my sides. 

“We better be on the same page. You are my bitch. And I’m going to be your Master. You’re going to suck me off on the drive home. That starts right now. And after that, you’re going to do anything else I tell you to do. Got it?”

I thought I’d enjoy being ordered around. But I didn’t know I’d like it this much. I just stared back at him. I nodded.

I almost choked on his long stiff cock in the car. He kept forcing my head down at the worst times. I wanted to come up and he wanted me down. He just kept pushing. The car stopped. I thought we were at our destination. But we were in a parking lot. He stopped to scold me. My fingers were wrapped around his cock and my mouth was wet and drooling. 

“I can tell you need some serious cock sucking lessons. Don’t worry. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be a pro. Until then, just jerk me off. But when I give you another chance, you better work a lot harder.”

My head was on his shoulder as I stroked him. We drove home silently. I was so embarrassed I was crying a little. In the driveway, he waited until I made him cum. He ordered me to suck up the Jizz and swallow it all. I’ve never been a very good cum eater. He called me a pathetic excuse for a fag.

We watched a video on his big screen TV for a few minutes. He said this would get us in the mood. It was my buddy, Gerry. He was hogtied and ball gagged like a pig. Buck was on him shoving his cock up Gerry’s ass, pounding him with no mercy. Gerry was crying and trying to scream through the tight ball gag.
“Be a good cock sucker and I won’t rape you like that”, was his warning.

Over the next couple of hours, he throat fucked me three times. I was on my knees with my hands tied behind my back. I choked and gagged and tried to cry out for him to stop. He slapped my face a lot, trying to keep me from complaining. I loved it. He loved it. I didn’t know a guy could cum so many times. He was a stud. 

I kept thinking and worrying about when he might fuck me. I’ve only been fucked once. And that was two years ago. Gerry wasn’t into fucking me. He wanted me to fuck him instead. But Buck was content using my mouth and my throat for today, anyway.

Later he asked me if I wanted to come back next week. I guess he was asking. It seemed more like an order really. 

“You’re coming back next Saturday morning at 9 o’clock, aren’t you?”

I shyly nodded. 

I don’t know exactly what he has in mind for me. I guess that’s part of the excitement I’m feeling. I do still have the visions of him raping my old boyfriend in my mind. Is that what I’ve got to look forward to? My face is sore from his slapping. My jaw is really sore from all the cock sucking. I’ve sort of got the throat thing figured out, even though he says I’ve got a lot more to learn. We will see how this all goes. Maybe I’ll stick around with this guy for a while.

Billy

My leave was over, and I was headed back to the ship. Highway 40 across Tennessee was long and lonely. I stopped in Jackson for a break and was headed back onto the highway when I saw a hitch hiker on the on ramp. He was tall and had on track shorts and a tank top. He had a backpack and shoes on. I never pick up hitchhikers. I saw he was in very good shape and was about my age.

When I approached him, he smiled and that melted my heart. I pulled over and he ran up to my truck. I saw his ample package bounce and sway in his tiny track shorts. He opened the passenger door and I asked him where he was headed. He told me and I told him I could get him to that exit.

He put his pack in the back and got in. We shook hands and he got comfortable as I started onto the highway. He had short blond curly hair. It was a dirty blond, but the hair on his body was nearly white and there was a lot. He was well tanned, and he said he ran cross country.

His legs were long and tanned with copious long whitish hair covering them. His tank top was cropped, and he had a long treasure trail ascending from the top of his shorts into his shirt. His abs that were exposed were well defined. He had an outgoing personality and turned toward me in the bench seat. His left leg pulled up and under his right. He had kicked off his shoes and he kept playing with his bare foot as we talked.

I glanced over at him as I drove down the deserted highway. His muscular legs were spread facing me with his strong hands casually caressing his foot and leg. I noticed a very hairy pink ball falling out of his shorts. His ball was large and hung down to the seat. The loose scrotum was pink under all the blond hair covering it. His scrotum was so pale I could see blue veins through the skin.

My heart started pounding fast due to the excitement I was experiencing. The conversation was non-sexual. We talked about school and the Navy. He told me about his workouts and how his diet was strict to keep lean. No alcohol passed his lips. I could feel my dick hardening in my jeans none the less. I am and have always been a free baller and luckily my dick straightened down right pants leg. My Wranglers were tight enough to keep my dick pressed against my leg.

He changed his position and brought his left leg up to his chest. He was hugging his leg and stretching. His muscular arms caressing his calf was a sight to see. His pit hair was exposed and was dense and dark with white tips. I guess his exposed hair was bleached by the sun while its natural color was a darker blond.

I was afraid to look over at what his change of position did to his ample package. My voice was breaking from my excitement. I finally noticed him looking out the window and looked down to his dick. Yes, his dick was hanging out of his shorts. He had a very nice dick. It was pink and mapped with blue veins. The head was three fourths covered by a thin foreskin. He also had a stream of moisture dripping from the slit on the end. He was not hard but still fluffed up. I looked up to the window and made eye contact with his reflection.

He caught me staring at his exposed dick. He didn’t say anything in our talk about a girlfriend, but he obviously didn’t have much leisure time. Between classwork and training his time was taken up. He turned and looked at me and I shifted my eyes to the road. I was driving and could see his hand moving along his leg up and down to his crotch. I asked him if he was thirsty, and he said yes. I had a cooler of drinks in the back, and he said he could slide open the window and get us some.

Wow! Running sure made his ass fine. He had to open the window and put his body through to reach the drinks. He was nearly upside down to get the drinks. His firm globes were accented by his angle and the shorts he had on. His leg was brushing against my shoulder and arm as he was manipulating the chest. He swung back into the cab and handed me an open can. His new position was his left leg was stretched out and his foot was against my hip. We drank our drinks and he asked if it was ok if he snoozed. I told him it was fine.

He got comfortable and his right leg was stretched under my legs and his left leg was still bent. I looked over and he had his eyes closed and his plump uncut dick was again poking out of his shorts. This time both balls were out and on the seat. As I drove along, I heard his breathing change and he appeared asleep.

After about 20 minutes, I noticed his dick pointing up and erect. His dick, like his body was long and well proportioned. His balls were tight against his shaft and his breathing changed. The syrup was flowing out of his slit and cascaded down to puddle on the seat. I reached over and caught some of his dick syrup on my finger and quickly slipped the slimy finger into my mouth. His pre-cum was sweet and salty. My dick was straining against my jeans, and I had to shift my pole up against my hip.

My dick was pointing toward him and stretching the jean material tightly. He suddenly moved position and stretched his left leg straight onto my lap. This placed his hard hairy calf directly on top of my raging dick. His leg moved back and forth against my pole as the truck bumped along the highway. I was suffering but there was not enough friction to attain release but plenty to keep me hard.

I glanced over and saw his eyes open, and he was looking at me. I asked him if he had a good nap. He said he did. I saw his dick was still hard and pointing up. He slowly pulled his leg back and his foot brushed across my shaft, and he set his heel on the seat and curled his toes over my crown. I don’t know if he could see my bulge, but I am sure his toes could feel the head. He started curling his toes and lifting his foot against my dick. He was giving me a foot job without overtly doing anything. He didn’t touch his dick and didn’t make any comment about what his foot was doing.

I needed release. I reached my hand down and placed it on the top of his foot. I was softly caressing his foot and pushing it against my dick.

He told me he had to take a piss. I told him there wasn’t a rest area for thirty minutes. He said we were alone, and I pulled over. He got out and was pissing into the ditch. I came around the truck and saw him pissing. I needed to piss too and pulled my hard dick out and was pissing alongside of him. He looked over at my hard dick pissing and said nice.

I said you too. I finished pissing and found it futile to place my dick into my jeans. He laughed and said that is why I wear track shorts. I shook my head and said I was going to have to take care of this to get him back into my jeans. He said don’t bother and reached over and grabbed my dick with his strong hand.

Uncut guys know how to work an uncut dick. Most cut guys have no idea how to handle an uncut dick. My dick was extra charged from all the tension and arousal it had experienced over the past few hours. He told me to get into the truck in the passenger side and drop my jeans. I complied and he bent into the cab and engulfed my dick in his mouth.

He was savoring the dick with the skin pushed over the crown. His tongue was probing in the opening and flicking my piss slit as his mouth was pulsing on my shaft.

I warned him I was about to cum, and he said no don’t. I asked him why and he said he had to feel me inside him. I reached into the glove box and pulled out a box of condoms. He opened one and slid it over my engorged dick. He dropped his shorts and started to climb on top of me. That is when I said no. He looked at me and I said let’s swap. He stripped off his clothes and laid down on the bench. I grabbed his legs and pushed them up onto his chiseled hairy chest. His ass crack was covered by long dark blond hair. I pushed the hair aside and poked my tongue into his opening. He smelled ripe but not bad. I lapped his hole as I bent into the cab. He said he needed me now and I climbed into the cab and slid into him. No lube. No preparation. Just spit and force. He called out yes as I pushed in and felt him open his hole as he took my shaft. There was no adjustment. He wanted it now and he wanted it hard. I got the message and went to town. I started pounding into his hot hairy hole. His encouragement kept me going. I pounded him hard and saw his dick swinging between us. I reached my hand between us and started jacking his dick between us.

He shot his load all over us and it was all I could take. I filled my condom as I pumped into him. I dropped onto his body as my still throbbing dick started softening. He grabbed my head and pulled me to his lips. His kiss was like velvet soft and smooth. His chin and face rubbed against mine. The softness of his lips contrasted with the roughness of his stubble. I tasted his lips and mouth as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. Our mouths and tongues combined in a dance probing and tasting each other. I felt my dick harden while I was still in him. I felt cum running down my balls and knew we needed another rubber. I pulled out and wiped my dick with a napkin and slid on another rubber.

This time I went slower and gentler. I felt his dick harden between us and he urged me to go harder. Again, I started pounding into him. This time there was no holding back. I plowed his ass like there was no tomorrow. Here we were on the side of the interstate fucking as cars went by in the dark. He started jacking his dick and shot his second load. His hole contracting against my dick took me over the top. I shot into him and slid out. I had to piss and got out of the truck and pissed into the ditch. I pulled my jeans up when I finished and saw him pissing nude next to me. I got some paper towels out from behind the seat and wetted them with some bottled water. We wiped him off and he put his shorts and tank back on. Just then a car pulled up behind us.

It was a police car. We told him we stopped to piss, and he smiled knowingly at us, as he investigated the truck. He saw we were sober and had left us with a wink. I wondered what that look was about. When we got back into the truck we knew. The cab smelled strongly of man-sex.

Time and tone…

“Michael” by Franz Ferdinand (Franz Ferdinand, 2004, CD, Domino)

“Unfinished Sympathy” by Massive Attack (Blue Lines, 1991, CD, Wild Bunch – Virgin)

“Insomnia” by Faithless (Reverence, 1995, CD Cheeky – Arista)

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I walked down the wide corridor, past others in the costume of money, of big business, of submission to the system. Ties neat, ties loosened, ties crooked. I wonder if they reflect the person. The double doors to each room are open and to one side an easel with a poster of the lecture taking place.

The Economics of Human Behavior.

Microeconomics and Globalism.

Economic Principles – Learn by Watching Football.

Yeah, they are to die for. After listening to some of these married men talk, I’m surprised there wasn’t a lecture titled ‘How to roll a hundred to sniff coke off a hooker’s ass’.

How in the fuck did I get roped into this shit, I’m still not sure. I walk past a small group, one older man holding council, talking of short sells and social media and energy stocks. I steer clear, afraid the curse that affects them might be contagious. I check my phone again and see Mr. Jacobson has texted again.

How’s the convection?

I type a reply. A big bold lie of a reply.

It’s great!!!

Yep, three whole exclamation points.

The escalators are ahead, and I see more zombies rising as if from a grave. ‘Come, join the others,’ I think as I step on the one descending. Down to the first level and away from the superficial madness.

I have to give the sponsors of this little shindig credit for choosing a fucking nice hotel. Valet service out front, a restaurant that will exceed any taxable expense limit, and more importantly to yours truly, a bar with more whiskeys and bourbons than I knew existed. I step into the polished stone and metal interior and see my reflection everywhere. The floor, the wide stone wrapped columns, and in the polished metal panels suspended above. Jesus this place must have cost a fortune to build out, but at the moment, that is for others to contemplate.

I stroll across the room straight to the bar and see others have done the same as I. Jackets with name tags tossed over the back of chairs while its owner nurses a cocktail. At the bar, it is time for my cocktail to nurse, although nurse is the wrong description of what I’m going to do with the first one. Toss that bitch back and ask for another is more my style.

“Blanton’s…single barrel and on the large rock,” I call out to the bartender.

Without ever appearing to be in a hurry, the bartender quickly sets a nice little glass in front of me. Liquid gold surrounds the large cube of ice and I lift it up, swirling it around just a bit, then knock it back. The whole damn thing in one long swallow. I feel that exquisite burn all the way down. A warmth nothing else can provide. I set the glass down, the cube of ice sitting forlorn in the bottom.

It’s been that kind of long weekend.

“Bartender! Another, please.”

“You hate this convection as much as I, it seems,” came a voice to my right.

I look in the mirror at the person who just stated the obvious. Dark red hair cut short with a darker goatee. But what I really notice is the green eyes. They look like emeralds in the dim light of the bar. I turn to him and can’t help but smile.

“Depends. You still nursing your first drink?”

He looks at me and smiles, shaking his head.

“Number three. I gave up before you,” he replies and I hear the sarcasm, just as thick as my own.

“Smart man,” I reply as I sit on the stool next to him. “If I’d waited much longer to escape, who knows…it might have been too late.”

He laughs and I see his teeth are perfect, except for a small gap between the front two. A little imperfection that makes him seem more real.

“I’m Quinton,” I tell him, holding out my right hand. The manly way to touch another, and for the moment, it’ll have to do.

“Brandon,” he replies as he slips his hand into mine. A gentle tightening and we shake, then turn back to face the wall of mirror and glass shelves and bottles of liquid gold.

“My boss talked me into this when he found out I wanted to come to Atlanta next week,” I told him as I picked up my second cocktail and nodded to the bartender my thanks.

“Next weekend? Are you going to the Pride festival?”

That didn’t take long, and I turn to him and smile.

“Yes I am.”

He doesn’t frown or get up to move away. He smiles, then there is a cock of the head I recognize.

I’m on the tenth floor, but the elevator moves past it, on its way to the thirty-first floor, the floor Brandon is on. We look at each other and grin like schoolboys, guilty of smoking pot behind the gym. The two men in front of us have no idea they are sharing an elevator with heathens about to tear the other’s clothes off. The bell rings out and it is the thirtieth floor. The doors slide open, and the two men step out. When the door closes, we laugh, then kiss quickly, pulling apart just in time, for when the door opens there is a woman with two children waiting. They stand aside and we nod to her as we exit. I see her look at Brandon and smile. ‘He’s mine; get your own,” I think as I follow Brandon down the corridor until we’re at his room. He inserts his keycard, and the little light turns green. Green for enter. Green for go.

I tossed my jacket on the first bed, the one still made up, and took a couple of steps closer to Brandon. Brandon stood at the foot of the other bed with its the covers pulled back to the foot. He began to kick off his shoes and I did the same. He slowly turned and I saw his tie hanging loose from his collar as he was undoing buttons. I followed suite and undid the knot in my tie, slipped it from my collar and tossed it on top of my jacket. Then I began to undo buttons, top down. His shirt fell open, then mine. He was more muscular, pecs beautifully formed. I was leaner, someone who didn’t weight lift, but rode my bike and hiked. I wondered how he would judge my body. He smiled and reached out rubbing over my chest then unexpectedly twisting the right nipple.

“Hey,” I exclaimed stepping back out of his reach.

He laughed making me do the same. Shirts were slipped off, his to the floor and mine on top of my jacket. Then we began to undo our pants. We watched the other as we undid belts, buttons, then tugged zippers down. We looked with longing as everything was worked down legs until we could step out of them.

We stood naked before each other. Cocks hung heavily over sacs showing our initial arousal for each other. There was a hesitancy, each waiting to see what the other would do. But I’m an inpatient bastard when I’m horny and I moved to him. I held him by his narrow waist and turned him until the bed was behind him. I pushed and when the bed hit the back of his legs he went down on his back, bouncing on it. We laughed and he lay back, hands clasped together behind his head.

“Now what?” Brandon taunted.

“Now this,” I replied, going down on my knees between his legs.

As I worked my mouth on his cock, it thickened, grew longer, until I could no longer take all of it. But I did my best, taking much of it, then teasingly, mischievously, tongued the head until Brandon cried out for me to stop.

I rose between his legs, and he sat up. As I moved over his lap, arms came around my waist. The hands were warm against my back as they rubbed up and down. I pushed my own growing erection up his chest. The flared head rubbed over the smooth skin, and I shivered with the feel of it. His hands came down to my ass and held each cheek as I pumped my cock against his chest. I threw my head back and moaned as I pushed upward again feeling the skin become slick with my sudden leaking. I moved through my slick until so aroused I ached for more.

“I want you inside me,” I uttered as I stared into his glassy eyes.

“Yes,” he replied, and I knew he would agree to anything.

I reached back and held his thick cock while easing down to it. I felt it touch me and I rocked my ass over the leaking head feeling him push upward with need. I relaxed my legs allowing my body to descend. My opening resisted, then suddenly gave way for his penetration. I stretched open and took the head. Then I took some of the shaft. Inch by inch, I took more of it, until seated in his lap. I felt it flex in my hole and Brandon at my neck, lips kissing, then teeth nipping at my skin. I moved upward, slowly, feeling the tug outward of my opening. Then I eased back down and felt every goddamn fucking inch slide back inside me. Over and over, I did it. Up, then down, working my tight opening on that cock until I finally loosened to its penetration.

Then I began to fuck myself on it.

I moved with urgency, with need, rising until it nearly slipped free, then descending roughly, burying it back inside me. His arms were around me, fingers grazing my skin as I moved up and down. My wet cock rubbed slickly up his chest. I shivered with the overstimulation. I wrapped my arms around his head and kept moving, up and down. I felt hot exhales against my chest, then lips kiss my skin.

“Fuck, fuck,” I uttered then slowed. My thighs were shaking with my exertions.

Brandon rolled me to my back and he moved between my legs, taking each behind the knee. He spread them and I threw my arms out across the bed, fingers clawing at it. I was spread open, nothing concealed from his stare. He moved closer and I felt his wet cock touch me, then felt it sink back inside my hole. He pushed until I felt the fullness of his penetration, then he began to fuck. The bed rocked with our movement, as cock bore into my depths, then tugged outward. His pace increased until all I could feel was the piston motion of it. In and out so fast I couldn’t discern the two movements, only how it stroked my arousal. I was rock hard and leaking.

I took myself in hand and stroked with Brandon’s rhythm. It was fast and physical, and I stroked my cock the same. He threw his head back and cried out, jamming hips against my ass. He tried to push in deeper, jamming his hips against my ass.

“Take me,” Brandon uttered as he hammered his cock inside me.

Knowing he was coming pushed me over the edge. I slammed my fist down my cock and came. Cum flew from it, spattered across my chest and stomach. I stoked until spent then opened my eyes to see Brandon holding my legs to his chest and breathing hard.

I raked fingers through pooling cum while staring at Brandon. He watched my fingers then looked me in the eye. We laughed.

He let my legs fall on the bed and stood at its foot.

“Let me get some bourbon up here. I could use a cocktail,” he said as he went to the phone to call room service.

“Sounds good,” I replied.

Brandon was looking out the window as I lay on the bed, the covers barely covering me when a knock came to the door. As he crossed the room, he looked at me, smiling.

“Maybe you should cover up,” he uttered.

“Yeah, maybe,” I joked, pushing the sheet down even further, until pubic hair was exposed.

“Room service,” came a voice from the door. Brandon told him to come on in and I could hear the cart roll into the room. The cart came into view then the young man pushing it. I saw the look, a quick glance, then a turn away, then another look, this one longer. I smiled at the guy and saw him grin before looking away to address Brandon.

As he got Brandon’s signature, I sized him up. He was taller than Brandon and so lean his clothes hung on him. But he was cute with his thick hair that hung down to his neck and angular masculine features. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have that tall, long armed, long-legged guy rolling around on the bed.

“Thanks, and…huh…let me know if I can do anything else for you,” the guy stated as he stepped back. He looked over at me on the bed and hesitated.

“Maybe you can; when do you get off work?” Brandon asked coming up behind him, so close I wondered if he was pressing against the guy’s back.

“I…I get off in thirty minutes…or so.”

“Really?” Brandon whispered and I struggled not to laugh.

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t you come up after you clock out?” Brandon asked.

“You want me to come back?”

“Yes, we do. Isn’t that right Quinton?”

“Yes, I would love for you to come hang out with us,” I replied.

“Okay, I’ll be back,” the guy uttered as he staggered toward the door.

When the door closed, we busted out laughing as Brandon eased down on the bed.

“Nasty fuck,” he uttered looking back at me.

“Look who’s talking,” I replied as I watched him drag the sheet down my legs exposing my cock.

Brandon was sucking my cock when a knock came to the door. He didn’t bother to put on anything, going to the door naked and erect. I lay back and slowly stroked my wet cock, waiting on our guest.

The guy came into the room wearing a t-shirt and jeans. He stopped at the foot of the bed and watched wide-eyed as I stroked myself.

“You like what you see?” Brandon asked as he came up behind him. This time I knew Brandon was pressed against his back.

“Yes…it’s hot,” the guy uttered.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Noah.”

“Well, Noah, I think you’re overdressed. Don’t you?”

“I agree,” Brandon added, tugging upward on the t-shirt.

Noah raised his arms and let Brandon remove his t-shirt. His lean flat torso came into view.

God, he looked younger than before.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Nineteen…or will be in a month.”

Fuck, he really was a kid, but as Brandon tugged his jeans and boxers down, I saw I was mistaken. He was all man. A thick, heavy hanging cock came into view, and I watched Brandon take it in hand and stroke. It rose up hard, elongating until Brandon’s hand looked small on it.

“Jesus, you’ve got a nice cock.”

Noah blushed, actually fucking blushed, then with a small push by Brandon came to the bed.

“You like to fuck,” I uttered in a low voice as I watched him crawl on the bed.

“Yes,” he whispered as me moved between my raised knees.

I lay back as hands took each leg behind the knee. A gently push and my legs came over my torso, then a push down and each one pressed against my chest. Ass angled up and spread, I was open for his ministration. A touch, then a rub up and down.

“Fuck, don’t tease me so,” I uttered.

He pushed against my loosened opening until sinking into my depths. I clutched at the bed as I felt every fucking inch push into my hole. I moaned, pleasured by the fullness of the penetration.

“Yeah…fuck me,” I uttered.

I felt the tug outward, then a more insistence push inward, and Noah didn’t slow, but kept working his hips, tugging that cock outward, then shoving it back in me. Over and over, that cock piston in my hole until Noah was gasping for breath and his chest was hot against my legs. Then he slowed. He pushed inward, all the way, and ground his hips against my ass. I shivered, then clung to his sweaty torso as he tugged outward then pushed inward again. He kept up this slow pace and it was too much. The tease of it, how it pushed me to the brink, but no further. I wanted to cum, cock flexing between us, but he never allowed me the stimulation to take me to the point of release.

I felt the bed move and suddenly remembered Brandon. Noah pushed inward all the way, then shuddered. I opened my eyes to see his head thrown back, mouth open, groaning and grunting. Then I saw Brandon was behind him and knew Noah was taking his cock.

“Come on Noah, fuck his ass,” Brandon exclaimed.

Noah tugged outward and I knew he was pushing back on Brandon’s cock. He shoved back inside me all the way, and he didn’t stop. He fucked me as he fucked himself. I saw him shudder and moan when tugging cock out of my depths and take on a look of pure bliss as he shoved back in. The bed rocked and the room echoed with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh. I watched his expression and the rivulets of sweat trickle from his hairline until dripping into my face. He fucked, and fucked, and I felt the heat of his body against my own. Every contact was slick and hot.

Brandon grabbed Noah by the hair and tugged, pulling him backwards. His torso stretched out above me as he jammed his hips against my ass. An arm around Noah’s neck held him against Brandon’s chest.

“Fuck him,” Brandon uttered.

I raised my legs and watched Brandon take each by the ankle. He spread me then began to fuck. He drove into me harder, faster, until smacking against my ass. He hammered that cock in my insides until my own cock smacked wetly against my stomach. I took it in hand and stroked in rhythm to his urgent pace.

“Come on Noah, let me see you come,” Brandon uttered, then was back to kissing Noah along the neck and around the ear.

Noah thrust cock into my depths until his breathing grew labored. Then he pulled out, stroked his thick hard cock, and shuddered with release. Cum rained down on me, spattering in my face and over my torso. And Noah kept cumming, jerking with each ejaculation. Brandon moaned and I knew he was pushed to the point of release. He bearhugged Noah and shoved into his depths so hard it rocked him forward, then bellowed with his own release.

I was going to stroke off, but suddenly Noah was on me, pushing my hand away. I sat up and watched him take me. Lips tight around my cock, he pushed down until he had nearly every inch, then he began to work those lips up and down. I didn’t last long and threw my head back and pushed upward. His hands cupped my ass and held me as my cock spurt wad after wad into his mouth. Then he nursed me until spent, and I was begging him to stop.

After a quick shower, the three of us crawled into the other bed and snuggled up together. Sleep came easily, and we drifted off.

Sometime during the night, we woke and soon had Noah between us, me pumping cock into his mouth and Brandon pumping cock into his ass. I had to make Noah stop touching himself, not wanting him to get off too soon. Once Brandon and I pumped out another load, I put Noah on his back and rode my ass on his cock until he had done the same.

When morning arrived, I watched Brandon piston cock inside of Noah, my face only inches away. Then I watched Noah ride my cock, using Brandon’s load for lube.

Down below the convention continued for another two days, but neither Brandon nor I attended one more boring ass lectures. We roamed the city, explored restaurants and bars, and spent each night back in Brandon’s room, Noah between us.

I was giggling like girl. I just had my first beer. Ralph and Juan were at the table sitting. I suddenly got the urge to act like a stripper and give them lap dances. My bubble butt was sexy attired in a pair of shorts made of polyester and plastic. Similar to dolfin shorts. My butt was tightly fitted in the white shorts. I wore a black thong. The thong was easily seen through the shorts. Showing my ass in a provocative sexual way.

I sat into Ralphs lap and started to wiggle and press my tight butt into his crotch. I noticed his boner right away. Juan was amazed and wanting me to do him. I stood up and danced. Showing my ass to him. He patted his crotch with hands. Wanted me badly to sit in his lap. I told him to stand up. I whirled and my ass met his crotch. I started to rub up and down his crotch. I felt his boner stick out into my butt. He sat down and I continued to grind into him.

I got up and walked away. I had set up two pillows in the middle of the living room. I got down and laid on my stomach. The first pillow was placed under my crotch hip area. Lifting my butt up into the air. The other to lie my head down. They both looked at me. I looked over my shoulder. “Who wants to be the first big boys”. Juan got up fast. He stationed himself right behind me. 

With my ass in the air. He nervously started to rub and cup my round butt cheeks. Are you serious. You want my cock in your ass? I sure do baby!! I want to pleasure you so much. His hands and fingers grabbed the shorts at the waistline and pulled them off. He looked at my ass with the thong on. His fingers politely tugged the black butt strand  down and off of my butt.

He hurriedly started to get his clothes off. Finally he was completely naked behind me. His fingers probed my hole. He realized my butthole was greased up. I turned around and said “What are you waiting for big boy”. He continued to rub my butt. His cock was almost hard. He slapped it a couple times on my beefy butt. He stuck his finger again to guide his dick into my ass. 

He pushed and his cock met a little resistance. My tight butt was teasing him. One more push and the head of the cock slipped in my lovehole. I felt a little pain. But it is what  you do to get pleasure. He slowly pull back and pushes it back in. I feel a slender pipe ramming my butt. Ahhhhhhh Juan exclaims. This is a faggot pussy. He has a smile on his face. I love it. He pushes hard up my butt and holds it. We in unison circle our bodies as we are connected together. One way then another way.

Juan grabs my shoulders and starts a grind and push and pull back into my ass. I feel his meat sliding against the walls of my rectum. The friction is causing pleasure for the both of us. His pace picks up as my ass in the air keeps bouncing up and down on the pillow. 

I tell him stop. I stand up leaning against the TV. He gets up and immediately sticks his cock into my ass. I arch my butt receiving this gangbangers cock. I am ready to receive his seed. His grabs my arms back towards himself as he pumps harder into my ass. 

My head tilts upwards and my eyes roll into my head. I am enjoying this. As he slides his cock in and out of my butt. I feel it start to swell up. Aye aye delicioso he drives harder and harder. Then he presses hard and stops ahhhhhhh fuccckkkk. His cock pulsates and blows a huge wad of Mexican seed into my white boy pussy. He pulls back and slams it back into me. He does it several times. On his last spurt I squeeze my butt muscles. He moans in ecstasy. After a minute we both collapse.  He pulls out. A stream of liquid streams down my leg. 

I am an older man. I am here alone. For years I was married. I went no where alone. Certainly, never to a Caribbean beach. Never to sit on the beach. Never, as it seems I am doing, simply to enjoy the view. The blue sea. The blue sky. The boats. The colors. The people. And a nude beach. Well once, when we were on our honeymoon. But that was with a first wife. Divorced. Not since then. Not with the wife that is not with me. A nude beach. Families. Women. Men. Girls. Boys.

Can I stop gazing at one person in particular? I think maybe 18. Pablo.

I overheard his name being called. By his mother? Probably. A very good-looking woman to be sure. It seems it is just the two of them here. Pablo. His mother. Staying at the same hotel. Here on the same beach. Also, nude. Did I say I was nude. She is named Adele. Or Mom.

Of course, I like to look at Adele. Maybe 50. Good shape. Nice breasts. Large. Sagging just enough. A tight ass. Shaved pubic area. Blonde hair. Real or not? Not an issue. All over tan. I like her tits. Nice face.

But it is Pablo. Maybe 18. Maybe 5’ 6” Thin. But… why I am writing this? Why? Because I have a desire for this boy. He has a face like an angel. His ass. Sweet. His cock. I have only seen it at rest – decent size. He, too, is shaved. I like that. I am too.

I have never been with anyone so young, except once in school. Why did I not understand what that was telling me? The same message I am getting from Pablo. Though I do not know if he knows he is sending it to me. Maybe you have gotten that message. Maybe you are an older man on a beach, maybe nude, probably not, looking a young man, and getting that message. Or am I trying to send a message. Is it, “I want to know you.”?

I think it is.

So, what is next?

Of course, I can just sit back. Look. I have been doing that for two days. How long will he be here? I am here another five days. Until I had to go back and get to work settling the estate. I am a widower now. And I had to get away from anything like I was used to. To what I discovered was a hotel with a clothing optional (more like clothing banned) private beach and pool. And when I got here, did I really think I would…? It does not matter what I thought. It is what I think now.

So, how many days? How do you get to know people on a beach like this? I have watched and not seen much interaction among the people on the beach. Some in the dining room. For today, it will be sit where I am, in the shadow of a big beach umbrella, in my beach chair, nude, relaxing, catching as many looks as I can, reading – is a trip to swim in order later. A trip that could take me closer to Pablo and his mother? We shall see.

And what did I know when I picked out as one of the books to bring a volume of Thomas Mann including Death in Venice? And John Rechy’s City of the Night? Nothing when I chose them back in Connecticut. Somehow appropriate here on St. Martin.

Pablo.

So, Bob, just do not sit here. Bob, even though you do not know… you do. You have known for a long time that you were homosexual. All that porn, all those clandestine hook ups, all those cock in your mouth and ass. You know. You just do not know how… other than in a clandestine way how to meet. You know what you want when you meet. So… make it up. But the dangers of making a mistake? Real. The approach. Make yourself available. And Pablo? You always have his mother as a foil. No wedding ring. You could be interested in her. So go for it.

Now.

You’re not the only man on the beach. Not the only man whose cock might just be responding to what they see. This is a nude beach. And there is beauty and sexiness here. So, Bob, be unafraid that your cock… well… not focus on it. Though we men all know our cocks have their own mind? Banal but true.

So up I get. A towel on my shoulder. I walk across the beach. To the water. Just past Adele and Pablo. Pablo. Adele is on her back, legs slightly spread. Glowing. Beautiful. Pablo is sitting up next to her. Glowing. So much hotter close- up. He smiles at me. I smile back. Does his smile get brighter? I think it does.

He says, “Hello.”

“Hello.”

“Going for a swim?”

“I am. I think it a good time to cool off.”

I do not look down, but I know from what I feel that it is a good time to cool off.

“It is. May I join you?”

“Of course.”

He gets up. His cock is, well, it is time for time for him to cool off.

“Mother, I am going for a swim.”

She opens her eyes. Looks up. At Pablo. Then at me. “O.K. Honey.” She licks her lips and smiles. “Enjoy.”

I look at here. “Hello, I am, Bob.”

“Adele. My son Pablo. Pleased to meet you.”

“The same.”

“Where are you from, Bob?”

How long will this chat go on? I suppose as long as it needs to.” Pablo and I are standing. Adele is still lying down on here back. She opens her legs a bit more.

“Connecticut. You?”

“Where in Connecticut? We’re from Glastonbury?”

“West Hartford.”

“Neighbors.” She smiles. Maybe we can meet again at home.”

“Yes, though not like this?”

“You mean nude?”

“Well, yes.”

“Bob, who knows. Well let’s talk more. I think you boys want to get a swim.”

“O.K. Adele.”

Pablo says, “Let’s go.”

We do. How much I want to touch this boy. Did I sense we wanted to be touched?

It was not a long walk to the water, but long enough to enjoy the sight of this boy. To see his muscles in legs and ass move. To get glimpses of his cock swinging. To catch his eye as he looked back at me.

We splashed into the water. The beach angled down so that we were soon up our waists. Maybe 50 yards in. He stopped. I stopped next to him.

“Bob, let’s stop here after a quick dip in the water to get wet. Or should we go out to where the water is a bit deeper?”

“Pablo. Maybe deeper. Lead on.”

He did. It gradually got deeper. Now mid-way up his chest. The line of the water left what was above a classical bust of a beautiful boy. It drew my attention to his sweet looks, his incredible eyes, sensuous mouth, alluring smile. I knew my cock was in full erection. How could, why would have tried to stop it? And all with my touching it. It had been a long time since that kind of erection. Was the water clear enough for it to be seen by Pablo? He was two steps ahead of me. I wondered, his cock? Too much to hope for.

When the water was up to his shoulders, he stopped, turn around.

“Here. O.K.?”

“Yes.”

He dropped into the water. I did the same. To get wet. I opened my eyes. I looked into his. He smiled. I smiled. I looked. His cock was so close. So hard. He moved closer. Our cocks touched. Briefly. He pushed gently away. We rose up. He was laughing. Was I embarrassed by what had happened? Yes. No.

He smiled, said, “Hope that was not a problem?”

“What?”

“Well. I did not mean to touch your cock?”

“It happened. We are nude.”

“Yeah, but…”

I decided to risk this, “And you are a handsome young man.”

“You think so?”

“Pablo, yes.”

“And isn’t this a beautiful place. I love the water here.” He was changing the subject. And he was changing his position. From standing in front of me and looking at me to standing next to me. Close enough to touch.

But we didn’t.

Pablo was a self-confident young man.

“You like my mom?”

“Well,… “ was a stumbling to answer?

“It is O.K. if you do. I know men find here attractive.”

“She is. But looks are not the whole package.”

“A gallant response, Bob.”

“Thank you. But…”

“But?”

“She is not interested in men. We are down here to meet her partner, Sheila. She will be here later today to be with Mom for the next five days.”

“Is that awkward in any way? I hope you do not mind my asking?”

“No. Mom is a lesbian. That is O.K. with me. She divorced my dad 15 years O.K. to live as a gay woman, so that is all I know.”

“Thank for telling me. And yes, while your mom is an attractive woman. That is, right now, not my interest. I came down here to get away. I have a sad task to do when I get back to Connecticut.”

“Sorry. You do?” Was he getting closer to me?

“Yes. To start the settlement to my late wife’s estate. She died two months ago.”

“Damn. I am sorry.”

“Thank you. But, at the end we are good together but not that close. I miss her. But…”

“Yes?”

“I need to move on.”

He put his arm around me. Drew me close. Kind of a hug.

“Do you mind?”

“No Pablo. Thank you.”

“Want to go back in?”

“No. It is nice out here. I like this.”

“Me, too.” He dropped his arm and stayed next to me. Hips touching.

“Bob, may I ask a very personal question?”

“O.K.”

“What does good but not close mean?”

“Well, I am not sure that is your business?”

“O.K.”

But I felt like answering. So, I did.

‘We got along. But we had not had a physical relationship for years.”

“That must have been frustrating?”

“It was. Quite frankly, I loved sex.”

“O.K. Another borderline question, if that is allowed.”

“Sure.” Sure, what was I thinking. Should I go back in. Was aroused? I damn well was. I could not not answer this boy’s questions, questions no one I knew at home would have asked, and the answers – even if said only to him and to myself, hell – these were part of this process of moving on.

“Were you faithful?”

“Shit, that is a cheeky question. Well, yes. No other women. No mistresses. No escorts. No one-night stands on business trips.”

“O. K. No women. But…”

“But?”

“Men.”

Should I answer? No. But I wanted to. I did.

“Yes.”

“Yes? That is hot.”

This was spooking me a little. This was not quite what I had expected. Not a “chase” to be unsatisfied and unfulfilled. Pablo. It was safe to say he was coming on to me. Leading me. Should I follow that lead. Go where we wanted to go? I ought at least to try? Sure.

“Yes, other men.”

“How long?”

“Ten years only men.”

“Cool.”

“Why do you want to know? Are you put off?”

“No. I am not.”

Then.

His hand on my cock. Under the water. Stroking.

“Pablo?”

“Yes.”

“What are you…?”

“Doing?’

“Stroking you cock, Bob.”

Said in such a matter-of-fact way.

And in just the same way, “Bob, I like cock.”

My response. To reach out to touch his ass. Fuck. I was doing this.

“I like that, Bob. Thank you. Don’t worry, I’m 18 and I am gay, and you like me doing this. Though, maybe not out. Am I right?”

“Pablo. Yes. Yes.”

He stroked, squeezed. How much would I do? More than touch is ass. I wanted to touch his cock. I ducked down in the water, just long enough to take his hard cock in my mouth, ever so briefly. I stood up. Shaking with desire. In front of this boy, this angel, this vision. I was standing there with his cock in my hand. His hand back on mine. It felt O.K. He knew about me. I knew about him. But…

“Bob. I want to kiss you.”

“I want you.”

“But we can’t here. And,we have to let our cocks relax. I’ll head in first. When you come in, stop by.”

“O. K.”

“And, Bob. This is more than O.K. Thank you for being so honest. You are a good-looking man. I had lust in my heart the first time I saw you.

He turned to swim in. I faced the sea, masturbating, wanting to, having to release my seed. The only way to relieve the pressure, the desire. It was incredible to me to there – in the water, nude, pounding my cock until it exploded sending streams of jism in the water, streams I had to try to capture, to taste it. I was shaking. What the Fuck! What had I gotten into? Was this insane?

I knew it was.

I swam back. Then walked out of the sea dripping. I had left my towel with Adele and Pablo. Dripping. My cock not hard. But starting to feel the thrill. Not from seeing Adele’s tits and cunt. No, from seeing Pablo. Now on his front, looking back at me a smiling. His ass so hot.

“Hi, Bob. You left your towel here.”

“I did.”

I squatted down. Too close to Pablo. Yes. But damn, I had done it. He looked at my cock, touched the tip of his tongue to his lips. Smiled. I smiled back.

It was Adele who next spoke, “Bob, will you join us here? Can we get some drinks?

“Adele, I will, and I will get them.”

“Wonderful. It will be fun to get to know you. From Connecticut. Oh, I am sorry about your loss.”

“Thank you, Adele. But being here is a relief for me. Funny that way. But she told me that life must go on. She was right.”

“Bob, you must feel a gap.”

“Adele, I do. But gaps get filled. Yes, in many different ways.”

“Yes, Bob. Surprising ways. Holes filled.”

“Bob,” said Pablo, “I hope, we, I hope I can help.”

“You already are. You already are.”

I smiled. “We shall see. Now to get those drinks. Your orders?”

“A cold Corona. Pablo?”

“The same.”

I stood to go, “That will be – I think – a pitcher of Corona.”

Before we finished our beach time, that was two pitchers. Two pitchers. Three people. On the nude beach. Enjoying life. Together. And me, seeing that a fantasy was coming true. Me the older man. Pablo the younger man. The boy. This old man already having touched this god.

When we finished, three now barely covered – bikini, speedos -,a little bit tipsy people managed to make their way back to the hotel.

And to my surprise they are in the suite that adjoined mine – one with a connecting door. There to make it a super-suite. It would turn out to be that.

Thus was a wonderful turn of events. No Death on Venice with me expiring in a beach chair. I would be no Aschenbach. I would not die with my desire unrequited. Out there, in the sea. Touching. Pablo was my Tadzio. What a strange step for me. Here to start the healing process. In a place I would never have gone otherwise. In a way not really anticipated. Had I thought zi might have met a man here? Maybe. But not a boy. But there he had been. On the beach. Shining in the sun. And he had wanted to be with me. And now. And they lived close by at home.

I wondered what conversation went on in that next-door, connecting room? Was Adele cautioning Pablo. Was Pablo telling all. I know there would be no knock on the door by some local policeman to arrest me for child molestation – though he did look younger than 18. Was that part of the allure, that it looked like… But I had trust him. Or did I? Or would it be Adele telling me to back off, that it was O.K. to have same-sex sex, but not with her son. I hoped she wouldn’t. But that was a possibility.

We had agreed to have supper together. I freshened up. Got dressed. Nice resort wear. Conservative. Long pants. A long-sleeved shirt. Socks and shoes. Nothing tell-tale or flaming. Of course not, I was not out in any way, not even sure that from now on I would be gay. Though I knew I like this boy.

There was a knock on the connecting door. I opened it. Adele came in. She closed the door behind her. Was this to be the talk?

She was a knock-out in a tank top and short skirt. The top showed off her breasts. Full. And braless, her nipples her outlined. The skirt, her legs. Long and tan. Simple make-up. Blonde hair loose. Were this some old day, I would be in thrall to her. And something in still was, still felt desire in the face of such beauty. She smiled. Her face lit up. I smiled back. I waited.

“Bob, what a surprise to meet you here. Pablo likes you. I like that he likes you.”

“He is a nice young man.”

“There is something I want to talk about before Pablo joins us, though. Something important, and a bit hard to talk about. Is that O.K.”

“Sure.”

“I think he might have mentioned something, a little bit about this.”

“I don’t know. We did not talk a lot. Just enjoyed the water.”

“And being together. Was it awkward being nude with him?”

“A bit, not since school locker room days. I have not had a lot of experience in public nudity.”

“Was it hard?”

“Hard? You mean difficult?”

“No. Hard?”

“Adele, I am not sure I understand?”

“You do, Bob.”

“O.K., I do.”

“Bob. It is O.K. Pablo has always been gay. He is just 18. He likes you. You like him. And… I know he told you I am a lesbian. I’m 45. My current partner is 22. So, an age gap works for me.”

Wow. Not the talk I expected.

“Pablo wonders if it is O.K. to hang around with you. I told him it is. I told him I would ask you. Is it O.K.?”

“Yes.”

“Just yes. No, I would love it. But… I am new to these desires.”

“Pablo told me you seemed a bit awkward. I think he would like to help.”

“Tell him O.K.” What was I agreeing to? Spending time with a young god I lusted for…

“Well, Bob, let’s us three go to supper.”

“Yes.”

“You can be a man of few words. Hey, Pablo, come in. We are off to supper.”

He came in through the connecting door. Glowing.

“Hi, Bob.”

“Hi, Pablo.”

Dressed to kill… tight pants, a shirt open and not tucked in. When he walked in I aught a glimpse of his nipples, pert, hard, hot. His breasts with a gentle subtle definition, on his right breast a small butterfly that I had not noticed when we were together earlier. I felt my loin stir – what an old-fashioned way to describe what I felt, but so right. It was a stirring. A coming to new life. I like what I saw. I smiled.

He saw the smile. His mother too.

He was pleased. His mother told him t button up and tuck in his shirt before we went down to the dining room.

He did. Though I wished he hadn’t. I did.

“O. K., Mom. Otherwise things O.K.”

“Yes, Pablo.”

“Nice.”

I said, “Let’s go.”

I was surprised when he took my hand.

“Yes, Bob. Let’s go.”

I followed him. We left.

Here I was with what was a beautiful woman – Adele, and a beautiful boy – Pablo. A not so bad-looking man myself. We three were “seen” when we came in and seated. But I had eyes only for this boy, my Tadzio.

This was no a dream, was it. Would it become a nightmare?

A lovely dining room. Airy. Relaxed. A delicious meal. So normal. Nothing sexual about it. At least for the first hour or so. We started with 2 rounds of drinks. Gin and tonic all around before the meal and with the starters. With the main course, between the three of us, two bottles of chardonnay to go with our fish and lobsters. Adele had lobster. She kept dripping melted butter into her cleavage. Very hot. She was… well…

Mid-way through our main course, Pablo asked me if I wanted try is entrée. I said sure. Then, he took his fork and fed me. He asked for some of mine. I returned the favor. Very hot to be feeding this boy.

“Now boys… be careful.”

“Yes, Mom.

With that I felt Pablo’s hand on my thigh. We were seated together with his mom on a half-circle banquette. His fingers were looking for my cock. My cock. It was growing with that mind of its own. I wish I had gone commando.

He turned to me, looking as if nothing was going on below the table-top, and said nonchalantly, “Better commando. Check it out.”

I took the hint. Resting from eating. Well. I put a hand under the table. Moved it to my left. Found his leg. And stroked his hard cock. Damn. He put a hand on top of mine.

“Hi, Bob.” Again that tip of his tongue on his top lip.

“Pablo, … “

“Yes?”

“More wine?”

“Yes.”

“Adele?”

“For sure.”

“I’ll get another bottle.”

She said, “Nice. A nice wine. I like how it makes me feel.”

“Me too,” said Pablo.

“Good guys.”

All the while I was stroking that cock.

Then back to eat and drink and talk. Feeling the wine. Loving that feeling of looseness and freedom, loving see how it affected the two others.

Dessert. No coffee. Done.

Adele said, “I am going up to the room. Why don’t you two boys take a walk and then come up and join me. I have something for a nightcap in the room. Then to bed.”

“O.K. Mom.”

“O.K. Adele.”

We got up from the table, a little bit unsteadily. But we managed. She went up to the room. Pablo and I went outside. Once on the beach, I put my arm around him. We walked side-by-side. Arms around each other’s waists. My hand slipped down to hold his ass. Fuck, what was this.

“Too bad you are not commando, Bob.”

“I know.”

“I know.”

“I know.”

He stopped me.

“Bob, I am going to kiss you.”

He did not wait for an answer. He did it. First a peck. Then full on French. His mouth too control of mine. Our tongues dancing. My hand was in his pants. His cock was a rod of steel. We kissed. He paused every so slightly to undo my pants. To take my cock out.

“Bob, into that shadow.”

“Yes.”

He led me by my cock into the shadows.

We were in a dark place, very dark, but not so dark that we could no see enough of what we were doing. We kissed. Stroked cock. I broke the kiss to go n my knees to take Pablo’s cock in my hungry mouth.

He whispered, “Fuck, Bob, you are sucking me like a man staring for cock.”

“I am.”

“Suck me. Lick under my shaft. Take my balls in your mouth.”

I did. This was a mad, wild sex I had never felt before. I was a starving man. A man getting food needed to survive. To live. To be.

Then, he shuddered. His cock exploded. Cum filled my mouth. I did not want to swallow it until I had it all. But there seemed like there was so much. I had to swallow.

“Bob, take it, take it, please.”

I did. Finally, I could stop. Wanton me tipped my head back to show him I had some cum on my tongue.

He bent down. Kissed me. We snowballed. Then I swallowed.

“Bob, Bob… you were hungry.” Let’s go upstairs. And I hope you will feed this hungry boy.”

“Pablo, I will.”

We straightened our clothes. I took his hand. We went back to the hotel, up the elevator – kissing when the doors closed.

He walked up to the door of his room.

“I have to go in here.”

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“But?”

“Bob, you come in too — for that nightcap.”

“Of course.”

Pablo knocked on the door. His mother opened it.

“Boys, nice walk? Nightcap?”

I said, “Yes and yes.”

“Good. I’ve been waiting. Maybe you’ll tell me about the night lights, any shooting stars, fireworks?”

“Mom, we will.”

“Let’s get comfortable, boys.”

It was then that I noticed she was just in a thin robe. She let it slip off.

“No fair, boys.”

We took then hint. We stripped. Nude. Like on the beach. A darken room. Two big beds. A bottle of nice, cold vodka. Ice. Tonic. And what was that on the nightstand? I might find out later.

Pablo and Adele – on one bed. Me on the other. We talked. About the week ahead. How Adele’s partner was coming. How it would be nice if Pablo stayed with me. How, how, how. This conversation was not really happening, was it? It was. I agreed that Pablo could stay in my room. We were deep into the bottle. More than a little drunk. I had watched Pablo stroke his cock. Mine was hard. Adele had had fingers in her pussy. She had tweaked her nipples. Their was sex in the air.

Then she said, “Pablo.”

“Yes.”

“You like Bob?”

“Yes.”

“Bob, you like Pablo?”

“Well, yes.”

“Then why don’t you two get on one bed and show me how much you like each other.”

Here was Pablo’s mother, getting us together. Fuck. Hot. Pablo got up, walked over to me, kissed me, then sat on the bed next to me, then pulled me on top of him. We kissed. Two men high on booze and sex. Kissing, stroking cocks, touching everywhere, easily, openly, as Adele watched. As Adele cheered us on. As Adele guided me to take Pablo’s cock in my mouth and Pablo to take mine, to 69… and me like a drowning man, so hungry for this boy’s cock. Her hands were on my ass. I felt her fingers probing my hole, seeing it is was ready for cock…

“Pablo, honey, baby. Fuck this man for me. He is wants it.”

“Yes, Mom.”

She was busy probing my hole. Lubing it. Running her fingers around it. Finger fucking me. Hot. In one fantasy I had always wanted a woman to peg me, then fist me. It was happening her.

And her was the mom getting me ready to be fucked by her son. Shit. This was sick. But not. This was life. My new life. A life I wanted.

New Boy On The Block

When Kevin first walked into the Admission Office as a Sophomore Year transfer student to Corpus Christi College that Summer his GPA made an immediate impact with the Student Body Counselor, and it was suggested he apply to the Tutoring Program to assist those in his new classes requiring some educational assistance, and have an opportunity to meet some of the Student Body.

Summer School remedial classes were still in session, and it was clearly the best way for Kevin to get up to speed on the current curriculum and get prepped for those Fall classes, while earning Extra Curricular credits.

It was a good remedy, even a reasonable request, providing the opportunity to meet that Teaching Staff before the start of that Sophomore Year class. His name was offered to those teachers and it was a surprise when he was assigned within that week.

The Administration also made the suggestion that Kevin apply to the ASS (Athletic Support Staff) as he would be tutoring a number of Varsity players throughout the upcoming Fall Semester being threatened with losing their playing status due to failing grades, undercutting the competitive edge of those CCC Varsity teams.

Tony would be joining the Baseball team in the Fall, and Kevin started to show up at every Varsity practice game that August standing behind the bench, soon becoming the Coach’s right hand and providing anything that a team member wanted.

Soon he started showing up less and less at Tony’s house but that was okay, Kevin could not be seen to play favorites, and all those on those teams were happy to have him watch, playing up to him, to impress him with their play on the field as well as in the bedroom, to balance out their lack of talent when challenged academically.

Tony started to run with the tougher members of the Varsity Teams and he didn’t want to be seen with someone like Kevin after a game. The only reason that Kevin wasn’t beaten to a pulp by those rougher kids once CCC was in session was his association with the Coach and those team players, protected by his tutoring of the less academic on the starting lineups.

Of course Kevin would still come by whenever Tony called, asking for help on his math classes or needing to have a paper written, but his visits to Tony’s room would always end the same.

Kevin would be crouched between his legs, on his knees sucking on the end of Tony’s thick Italian dick, always ending those study sessions with cum coating his face as he looked up at Tony, that pair of underwear sitting between his legs pooled in his own cum, silently slipped into his book bag, confusing Tony’s Mother who was too afraid to ask how her son kept losing them.

Tony could never ask but he was sure that Kevin did more than just hit the books with those other teammates that needed tutoring. He was also sure Kevin or his teammates would never tell what went on while they were cramming for tests.

Tony just made sure that algebra wasn’t the only cramming getting done whenever Kevin was in his room that past Summer.

To Be Continued..

Copyright 2019
JWR

I was happy to see the parking lot was empty as I pulled into the adult store. I had returned home for a few days to attend a family function, and decided while I was there I would buy some hot undies. Manuel told me Craig loved a guy in jocks and thongs, so I hoped to surprise him with some when I went home.

The place looked empty except for the goth girl at the register. It had been about a month since Craig first took my ass, and I had accepted the fact that I liked getting fucked. I was comfortable with my sexuality now, but didn’t necessarily want to get caught buying fancy undies.

I had just picked out two jocks and a thong when I heard the door buzzer. A black guy walked in and began looking around. I kind of loitered by the underwear hoping he would leave quickly, as I was a bit embarrassed. But he began moving towards me slowly, stopping to look at the dildos before moving towards me again.

He smiled when he saw what I was holding, then began to browse the rack. “I like that red jock.” He said casually, talking about the jock I had picked out. “Your boyfriend is going to love that.”

I bristled a bit hearing him talk about my boyfriend in public. My heart began to race as I was now nervous and unsure what to say. Then I noticed he was holding a big bottle of lube. I made myself relax, as I realized there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

“I hope so.” I replied. “But I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Oh?” He asked inquisitively, an eyebrow raised.

“Well I have a friend, but, well you know.” I stammered. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I was leaving the door open, not wanting him to think I was taken.

“Lucky guy!” He said. “I would love to have a tan scruffy boy who wore red undies as a friend.”

“Well I am Riley.” I said. Was I really doing this? My confidence suprised me.

He was super hot, tall, lean, in his late twenties or early thirties with a shaved head and a well groomed beard. I quickly imagined him fucking me, and felt a rush of excitement.

He introduced himself as André, and the next thing I knew I was following him to his place, which he said was close by. As we turned into the parking lot of an apartment complex, I almost came to my senses and drove off.

But of course I didn’t. I parked and followed him upstairs to his apartment, passing a couple of guys standing on the balcony.

He opened the door and let me in. “Want something to drink?” He asked. “I am a health nut and don’t have any alcohol, but I have water and juice.”

I asked for a water as I looked around. His place was tastefully decorated and immaculate, which helped me relax a bit. He seemed to have his life together and wasn’t a killer or anything.

I sat down on the couch beside him and he put his arm around me and gave me a kiss.

“Are you ok?” He asked as he could feel my tension.

“Oh yeah.” I said. “I haven’t done this very much. Actually I have never done this. I’ve only been with two guys.”

“Oh well, we don’t have to do anything.” He said reassuringly. “We can just hang out and get acquainted. I’m not pushy.”

I wanted to do more than get acquainted, but I needed to relax. After some idle chat he asked me what I liked to do with guys.

“Well I guess I am a bottom.” I explained. “I like that.”

“Oh yeah?” André said.” Me to. Well I am versatile. I like both but actually I prefer to top. But I don’t mind returning the favor occasionally.”

He kissed me again, and this time I felt a switch turn on inside of me. I pulled him down on top of me and wrapped my legs around him as we made out.

“Let’s go in the bedroom.” He whispered.

He led me to the bedroom where he kissed me some more as he slid my shorts down. His hand squeezed my ass as he kissed me and I felt myself melt. He had dropped his pants and I grabbed the bulge in his boxer briefs feeling a large throbbing cock through his underwear. He slipped those off and we fell on the bed, making out a bit more. I slowly stroked his dick as he kissed me, then began going down to his crotch.

His torso looked chiseled with awesome pecs and solid abs, making me feel a bit puny. I didn’t spend much time in the gym. I felt truly privileged to be with a guy like this, and desperately wanted to please him. I kissed my way down his solid body, pausing at his nipples knowing Craig liked that. His moans told me he did as well. I worked my way down to his cock and starred at it in awe.

Craig didn’t have a small cock by any means, but Andre’s was a few inches longer. I put it in my mouth and felt it throb powerfully as I worked it down my throat. I finally got it all the way down, but quickly had to come back up for air. I licked all over it, then licked his tight balls before swallowing it again.

I bobbed my head up and down on him, happily sucking his delicious cock. Occasionally I took a break and licked his balls, before sucking him some more. He moaned and played with his nipples as I pleasured him with my mouth, and was a bit disappointed when he told me to stop.

“Damn boy!” He exclaimed. “You are one good cocksucker. But you better stop before I cum!”

I felt proud of myself. “Thank you. I am told I am a natural.” I said proudly.

“I would agree.” He said. “Now it’s your turn.”

He got behind me and began kissing and nibbling on my ass cheeks, working his way to my hole. I felt his tounge flick against it and it made me moan. I felt his scratchy beard between my cheeks as his tounge began working magic on me. I felt a bit dizzy as he slurped all over me, and fucked me with his tounge before licking my cock, balls and taint.

“Like that do you?” I heard him ask from behind me.

“Oh God yes!” I moaned into the sheet.

“I am a professional saxophone player.” He said with a laugh.” I’m told I have a very talented tounge.”

I wasn’t going to argue with that as he licked me some more. He spat on my hole and pushed a finger just inside. “Damn you have a pretty pussy.” I heard him remark after he pulled his finger out and put it back in. “I could play with this for hours.”

I moaned like a bitch into the sheet, which was drenched with my slobber as he played with my ass. I could let him do this for hours I thought to myself feeling his tounge fuck me. His hand gripped my dick, squeezing it and all of a sudden I felt my self shaking with an orgasm.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled feeling a bit bewildered. After the room quit spinning I apologized.

“No need to apologize.” He said, his thumb in my ass.”I just hope we aren’t done.”

“Oh no, Im not done.” I said feeling as if I didn’t really have much say so in the matter anyway. I was limp and my legs could barley hold me up, but I wanted fucked.

I waited with my ass in the air while he tore open a condom, then feeling him squirt lube on me. I felt the now familiar pain as his cock pushed in me, spreading me open. It was a feeling I learned to love, that slight pain of being taken by a man. His cock slowly slid deeper in me, past where Craig’s stopped.

“Oh God that’s a big cock!” I cried as he hit new places inside of me. I grabbed a pillow and squeezed it as he stretched me to a new limit. But my pain soon turned to pleasure as he slowly pulled it out of me.

He squirted more lube inside of me, then pushed back in. “Damn that is a tight pussy!” He moaned as his cock slid back in me. Soon he was fucking me harder and I began to buck back on him. His hands held my waist as we found our rythem and he drilled my with a powerful lust. I felt his sweat drip on my back as he worked me over, now just fucking me like a cheap whore.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed as he fell down on the bed. He was breathing fast and his brown skin was shiny with sweat. “Ride me for awhile.” He ordered.

I straddled him and impaled myself fully on his monster dick. I began bouncing up and down on him feeling his hands squeezing my ass until my cheeks hurt. I began playing with his nipples and watched as he struggled not to cum. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore, and gave my ass a hard slap.

“You aren’t getting off that easy.” He teased. “I can’t cum yet.”

He pushed me off of him then stood up on the floor, grabbing my legs and sliding me to the edge of the bed. He spread my legs and shoved himself back in me, and slammed his cock home. I howled with pain as it hit bottom, in a spot I didn’t know I had. He proceeded to rearrange my insides, now overcome with lust, funneling all of his power to his cock.

I ran my hand over his chiseled chest as he brutally fucked me. Damn he was hot. His muscles moved like chains under his skin. His hands pressed on my chest as he continued to fuck me, and once again I felt privileged to be fucked by a man such as this. I began to play with myself and soon erupted again, feeling my own cum squirt on my stomach. He didn’t stop, and I lay there limp feeling his cock pound away at me, just enjoying the feeling.

He pulled out of me and I watched as he tore off the condom and came, squirting his hot cum all over my balls, moaning loudly as his lust drained from his body.

“Damn boy, you are one hot fuck.” He said looking down at me. I felt proud of myself getting him off and pleasing him.

I recovered and realized I had to get going. I had to meet my parents for dinner in an hour. He let me shower as I was covered in cum and lube. As I began to put my clothes back on, it occured to me I left my new undies in the car.

“Sorry I didn’t wear that red jock for you. I forgot it.” I said.

He laughed. “Well shit. I guess I will have to see it another time.

“Definitely.” I said. “Except I am living out at the lake right now. I go back tomorrow.”

He gave me his number and made me promise to come back, and show him the jock. I hurried out past the guys who were still standing on the balcony. They both had lewd smiles, as if they knew what I had just done. I didn’t care, and was a bit excited by it.

Pulling out of the parking lot I dialed Craig’s number.

“Hello.” I hear him say through the phone.

“Guess what I just did.” I said.