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Part 60 – Wednesday after Christmas

It was Wednesday and I was off of work, Bobby and I planned the day together, his parents were out, and my mom was working. Bobby’s relatives had left early this morning, today was ours. I drove to bobby’s house about 10am, finally we were together, alone, oddly alone for the first time in his house. He greeted me at the door in jeans but still shirtless, man I could eat him right there, my Track Star, still the handsomest man I could have ever gotten, my first crush, my first love, my first real sexual experience, everything prior to him was just experimentation, and I let him know that. He hugged me and agreed. I thought to myself gee, maybe the encounter with Larry was good for us, but then again maybe I was just justifying it too.

We talked as we shared some coffee at his kitchen table, and discussed the events of the previous night, and how even though Larry was only a year or so younger than us, he was a kid, a kid that we enjoyed, but we were adults all grown up, we could handle it, we felt we’ve grown over the past year, and that maybe we did help Larry on his way. Still in the back of my mind I was thinking, are we just justifying it, and then discounted it, thinking I always just over think things and my Jealous streak is too dominant.

We headed upstairs to have a full day sex session, well that’s what we planned, as we undressed on our trip to his room leaving a trail of clothes behind. We both sat on the bed, and began with man handling each other while we kissed, we were both fully aroused and ready, about 1 hour into just taking our time we just sat up and mentioned Larry’s big Dick, and how un proportionately large it was for his size, neither of us had ever seen one that large, we decided it was a freak of nature. As we continued with our own escapade, I mentioned how much cum came out of Larry’s dick, and how far he shot, “must be those huge balls, do you think”? Bobby mentioned how Larry’s fine blonde chest fur tickled his under sack as he face fucked him. I mentioned the brown Bush not really matching his hair color, maybe he bleached his hair? Bobby said I don’t think so, the rest of his body hair was very blonde.

The more we concentrated on each other the more we came back to Larry. Before we knew it we were both sitting against the headboard resting on pillows, staring off into the distance, not really focusing on anything, just talking about Larry, occasionally stroking our own dicks. We were both obsessed with Larry and our previous encounter.

We finally acknowledged we needed to concentrate on each other, and we went to work on each other sexually, resulting in the typical blow, suck, fuck, cum, and kiss. It was just then we realized we were stuck in a rut, all we do is have sex now whenever were together, no more dates, dinner, movies or hang time, it’s just a sexual relationship, hell even my Christmas present was to insure sexual satisfaction, we were no longer best friend in personal love, we were in physical love, and one without the other was leaving a hole. Everything we’ve done since August was for sex. It became obvious we needed to work on our relationship, the sex was great and all we wanted to do, which is OK but something is missing its leaving a hole in us.

Part 61 – The Trip to the Mall

We showered and dressed as we picked up our clothes on the way back downstairs, we kissed and said we loved each other but now it was only 11:30am and we still had the rest of the day. We discussed our dilemma with each other and decided we would spend the rest of the day just shopping, going to the movies, and hitting the video game place at the mall.

We did just that, we bought each other stuff, which made me feel better about my Christmas gift, though our funds were limited. We went through our pocket change where Bobby beat me every time at the arcade. Went to the phone store, checked put the latest models, even went to a car dealership and browsed new and used cars, I kept finding Junkers that I told bobby I’d buy him, so he could finally have a car, the salesmen didn’t appreciate us wasting their time, as we scurried 2 of them off in aggravation.

We went to JCPenny, Macys, and the Gap and picked out some clothes and headed to the dressing rooms to try shit on, no intent of buying, just looking for one another’s opinion. Bobby took a pair of Jeans and I took in a full suit. We both piled into one cubicle room and giggled as we bumped each other undressing, kinda in public, trying to be quiet, but our laughter got the better of us, and the clerk hung outside the door staying fairly close trying to discourage us, saying there’s only one person per room. Bobby was now pant less, he pulled down his briefs and danced naked at the dressing room door making his dick flop around towards the door making believe the clerk would see it.  I could see everything in the 3 sided wall covered mirrors, and I fell on my side to the bench Laughing and hadn’t even tried anything yet. Bobby turned toward me and put his finger to his mouth indicating we had to be quiet, but I couldn’t stop laughing with this butt naked boyfriend of mine trying to be serious. Suddenly Bobby stuck his flopping dick in my open mouth, as I got serious and began sucking it hard, within seconds he was hard and face fucking me with his hands on the back of my head. Suddenly the clerk piped out “what’s going on in there”? and Bobby said “I got the zipper stuck in my underwear and my friend is trying to free it, give us a minute. Well it didn’t even take a minute but bobby was spurting all over the walls of the tiny cubicle, and shit, some of Bobby’s boy goo got on the suit, laughing as I wiped my mouth licking what cum I could save, I took one of his socks and wiped up what I could off the suit coat and walls, as Bobby yelled at me and dressed then had to put the cum soaked sock back on and into his sneaker. We both rushed out depositing the clothes on the return rack before the clerk could spot the mishap. We got out of the store and clung to each other in laughter and I said, “there you see, its like we were kids again, I miss that about us, we need to have fun, were too damn serious, sex needs to be a byproduct of our relationship not the relationship”, and Bobby agreed as we moved onto our next childish escapade.

Part 62 – Randy?

We ended up at the Burger Joint, sat eating our afternoon snack between lunch and dinner, and low and behold who comes in but Randy, yes homophobic Randy, the last time bobby saw Randy he decked him out in the high school courtyard., but remember Randy and I were more tolerant as he was still relying on me for a ride to classes every day. Randy approached and asked if he could join us, I reluctantly said OK and got the stare of death from Bobby, as randy sat next to Bobby he offered his hand and apologized to him for acting like such a dick that back in high school, as he explained his Younger brother has now come out as gay and he’s been forced to do some sincere soul searching. Booby looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders as we really didn’t talk much during our drives each day, but to be honest I always seemed to be obsessed in my own thoughts about our relationship. So this was all news to me. Randy ordered some food and the waitress refilled our drinks, and Randy ultimately was reaching out to us for advise and understanding. Boy how the world has changed I thought, we reassured Randy it wasn’t a disease or a choice, and told him about my mom’s acceptance from the beginning and Bobby’s parent’s eventual tolerance, Randy said he’s more accepting than his parents and he finds himself as the shoulder for his brother to cry on, and it breaks his heart.

I asked Randy, where this all came from and why is it surfacing now and how come he never mentioned it on our drives before. He explained his brother came out to him in September, and he really didn’t want it common knowledge so he never mentioned it, he did admit he almost talked about it a few times but I seemed pre occupied to get into it seriously. And well his brother just made it public to the rest of the family Christmas eve, and it didn’t go well, who’d of thought Randy would be the voice of reason to his gay brother and parents. Then the bombshell, he asked if we would casually accidentally meet his parents and help him help his parents understand this. His parents would never accept this, but if you two just happened to somehow get the conversation started for him. Of course Bobby and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes, as I said and how do we casually accidentally meet your parents? He said well maybe you can come over and well like play video games or something. Oh yeah 2 gay boyfriends, who you despised and bullied in high school are suddenly your closest friends?  He said well they don’t have to know your gay, well I mean at least not at first, that can be a conversation for later. We told him that we’d really have to think about it, and we left.

Part 63 – The Discussion

Bobby and I headed back to Bobby’s house as it was getting late and his parents would be home and dinner would be ready. We talked about the odd situation proposed to us by Randy and both agreed that there was no way possible we could ever do that, as we laughed it off. As I dropped Bobby off, he insisted I come in and say hi to his parents, which I did after a little coaxing, his mom was very cordial and welcoming, and his dad turned away and headed back into the living room, as I thought he still resents me, but he bent down and picked up a present from under the Christmas tree, came back and handed it to me, shook my hand and said Merry Christmas. Astonished as I pulled my limp hand away from the unexpected handshake, with my mouth opened wide enough to fit Bobby’s dick inside, I mustered up enough volume in my voice to  say thank you, as I ripped the wrapper off of the small box. Wow I said, it was a Cowboys Travel mug for my car, Damn Bobby’s dad and I really must have connected last thanksgiving during that football game and it maybe looks like he accepts me now. Bobby’s mom said I was welcome and asked if I’d stay for dinner, and I agreed after texting my mom. Now we were working on our family relationships as well as our own, I felt as if I were in a good place, Hell we were in a good place.

We brought up the topic of Randy at the dinner table and how silly we thought it was, and Bobby’s mom said she didn’t think it was too far out of reality, after all Randy was reaching out for help to the only people who could possibly understand it, and how much courage do we think he needed to actually bring himself to ask you. When Bobby’s father interrupted, You know it wasn’t easy for me, and lord knows I’m still quite uncomfortable with the whole situation, I’m still guilty of just ignoring it and it will go away attitude, Buuuutttttt…. As he looked over at me, and said it was your mom who came over here to help Bobby if needed, and she made us realize Bobby is our son, and if our son needed defending, it should be us doing it, not his boyfriend’s mom, and we realized if a stranger could love our son enough to want to help him, then damn it we shouldn’t be so condescending and try to understand. Finished. Final. The End. AND I need  to thank your mom for opening my eyes, even if I’m still looking through sunglasses, the fact is my eyes are open and I’m getting used to this.

Holy Crap! Bobby’s Father is coming around and admitting he’s stubborn and needs work, was I hearing this correctly? Bobby just looked at me and I at him, and he whispered, “did you just hear what I just heard”?, and I shook my head yes, as we smiled. What a day, first we figure out we were broken, then Randy had a revelation, and now Bobby’s dad is also coming around, is the world ending here tonight?

After dinner we hung around and had some family time, in the living room, the TV was on, but we spent the time talking mostly, around about 9 I looked at my phone and decided I should be headed home, I did need to work tomorrow but made plans to spend some time tomorrow night with bobby, he walked me to my car and gave me a kiss saying we had a great day, but he didn’t think his dad was quite up for a kiss in the living room, and we laughed. I said do you think he’s watching through the front window though? Bobby smacked me.

I got home and told mom (almost) everything and how Bobby’s family were becoming more accepting and then told her the Randy story and she advised me, she would do it and that should we agree to do it, we needed to be very careful if we did, that’s mom, always the caring person, I texted Bobby from my bed and told him about my mom’s opinion, and he said that the thought has been weighing on him, and we agreed to talk to Randy again before ruling it out.

Part 64 – The Decision

After work, I met Bobby and we called Randy and met up, where else, the Burger Joint, we spent a lot of time discussing it, and were unsure of how to treat it as delicately as this needed to be, and if his brother was going to be there or not, Randy sensed some trepidation on our part and he texted someone, he said it was his brother and he’d be here in a few minutes.

His brother Don, whom we recognized from school, was 3 years behind us, now a sophomore in high school. A scrawny little kid, one who’s going to get picked on big time once he’s out of the closet, nothing like Randy. Randy took the lead and showed us how protective he’d become of his brother, which was a big step for him, as he admittedly made fun of him up until he saw the way his parents treated him the other day. The kid couldn’t believe we were a gay couple and looked envious toward us, and as randy spoke of their parents, the kid leaned on Randy’s shoulder with tears in his eyes, then he said it. “I wish I never said anything to anyone”. “I wish I was dead”. I’m not sure about Bobby, but that statement right there made up my mind, I was going to talk to these parents if it was the last thing I ever do. With a tear in my eye I said” I’m in, I’ll do it. The sooner the better”. Then Bobby agreed, a smile came across Randy’s face as he said thank you.

I then stood up and said, and we’re not going to pretend to casually meet bullshit, this is going to be full onslaught intervention style, what your brother just said should be enough to kick some sense into your parents, Randy your taking us home and introducing us as gay boyfriends no if and or Buts.

Part 65 – The Intervention

I Called Mom and told her what just happened and she was so offended, she offered to come along, I looked to Bobby and Randy for approval and they shook their head yes. We waited for her to meet us at the burger joint, when she arrived, Holy Crap! Bobby’s parents were with her too. We piled into 3 cars and drove to Randy’s house, Randy and his brother entered first, me and Bobby second, and finally our parents third, randy asked his mom to come out of the kitchen and sit in the living room, his dad was sitting in his recliner drinking a beer watching the news, as he stood up asking what’s going on here and who are all these people.

Randy said Mom… Dad, we need to talk about Don… these are my friends, Bobby and his Boyfriend and their parents, yes these guys are gay, just like Don, and their parents are here to show you how you should act about Dons recent news. His father raised his hands and said Fuck you all, I’m going to upstairs” Randy’s mom slumped into a chair clutching her dish towel, Bobby’s dad placed himself between his dad and the stairs, and said I think you need to hear some things. Shit, this could get ugly, but Randy’s dad stood there in a moment of silence as he glanced at the concerned faces around the room.

I piped up and started, first off, Just over a year ago, your son Randy bullied Bobby and me in high school, today I drive him to college in a carpool, He approached us to ask for help, to be honest I didn’t care to get involved, and brushed it off, it was our parents who suggested we might consider getting involved, but I was still skeptical. But this afternoon, I heard a cry for help unlike any cry for help I’ve ever in my life heard before. Your son Don told me he’d rather be dead…… DID YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?…….. He thought he’d be better off dead! Randy’s mom dropped the dishtowel and ran across the room to grab Don crying as she squeezed him with all her might, and Don collapsed in the knees as she did, also crying out he’s so sorry mom. His dad stood there glazed eyed, not knowing what to say, when Bobby said “imagine we didn’t come here tonight and this actually happened, how would you feel then? Your son is coming to you begging for acceptance and you shunned him away, you embarrassed him to the point that he actually considered taking his own life, hell his Bully big brother was the only one willing to see how hurt his younger brother was, what kind of struggle was it for him to have to approach his 2 “faggot” classmates for help, even he saw the importance of the situation and so here we are, and how proud are we that our parents are standing literally behind us at this moment”? Then mom chimed in, “you may not like it, but you do still love him, and he loves you, all he wants is understanding, we will always be here for him or you if ever you need us. We don’t always make the right choices in life and his being gay was not a choice, but yours was. All we can do is try to correct those mistakes before they become regrettable”.

Bobby’s dad approached his son and mother and apologized to both, and asked if he actually thought ending his life was an option, Don cried and said “I’m so sorry”, as we all stood there awkwardly, Randy went over and made the 3 way hug a 4 way hug. We 5 remaining (Bobby’s parents, my mom, Bobby and I)  gathered together and gave them space, Randy came over and said “my god I never expected this, and today was the first I heard of Don contemplating suicide, Christ how can I thank you guys, all of you”? Then Bobby’s dad asked Randy if he actually called Bobby a faggot? And Randy sadly admitted he did, but Bobby Clocked him for it, and Bobby’s dad asked him if he learned his lesson, and he said absolutely, saying both of those guys are pretty decent guys, I only regret I didn’t think that back in high school.

Randy’s dad asked us all to sit and we did grabbing additional chairs from the kitchen table, and a conversation opened with everyone, Bobby’s parents even told of their rejection when Bobby came out and that they are still struggling with it, but then my mom told of our relationship, and how we’ve both grown in the time since she found out, and she was positive they would grow that way too. Randy’s brother Don opened up a heartfelt years long confession about his struggle, and Randy cried realizing he did not make it any easier for his brother. There was a lot of regret in that room the rest of the evening, but we all left feeling a ton of progress was made. And we broke up exchanging phone numbers all offering support. Mostly now that Randy’s brother had some phone a friend help and now considered Bobby and me, 2 gay friends he could turn to for help or advice.

We left Randy’s family behind, and Bobby and I drove around just talking about how we’ve somehow become voice of reason for the town gays, but this time with much different results than our earlier encounter with Larry, as we laughed. We felt good about ourselves, Damn good, we made a difference.

I had been married for a couple of years. She was pregnant and we went from fucking throughout the day to an uncomfortable handjob once a week. It was hell. An uncomfortable hell. I had to suffer months of this and eventually I started getting involved in these porn email group chats where a user could post porn images. Mostly the straight stuff. But eventually I became exposed to gay porn. 

When I was younger I had grabbed a couple of stiff dicks and guys were always hitting on me. With this new online activity it soon became clear that it wouldn’t be difficult to get my hands on some anonymous cock and no one would be the wiser. The thought itself made my mouth water. I started hanging out in local gay chat rooms. Within a couple of days an older guy asked me to meet him at a nearby gas station restroom that included a gloryhole in the bathroom. I sat down in the stall and soon enough someone got into the next stall. 

Before long his cock was protruding from the gloryhole. I nearly leaped for his cock, I was so sexually frustrated. It was so hard and hot an throbbing. The head of his cock was so inviting. Soon, I had the tip in my mouth and was sliding up and down on his shaft. He pressed forward as my mouth started working his cock. I had always been very oral and I guess the man expected for me to be timid since I came across like it would be my first gay experience. 

But the ache for another man’s cock had always been there. Before long he was fucking my face and I was dying for him to fill my mouth with his cum. I probably had a couple of inches more cock than he had but I didn’t care. I wanted the humiliation of my mouth filled with his cum. There was so much satisfaction in making another man cum with my mouth. Before long he gave me my greatest desire at the moment. I cleaned his cock and was wiping the cum off the side of my face when he reached out with his fingers and started tugging at my erect penis. Before long he was sucking my cock. The whole experience was addictive. Within a week I was jacking off at the video arcade to gay porn hoping for another encounter.  

I stand up and brush my shirt off. The condo smells like the ocean, and none of us has yet to shower. Matthew looks back at me and flicks his eyes towards the corner of the room. I comply by walking there and making sure that I focus on my surroundings. Casey walks over and sits on the couch where I had just been to put another body between Jake and me.

Matthew opens the door for Jake, who saunters in. Jake is wearing a baggy hoodie and shorts, but his body still fills it out generously at the top.

“So, how are you gonna explain the cancellation?” Jake interrogates Matthew.

“I already have.” Matthew has become calm again.

“And, what did you say?”

“I told them that Cameron was not quite ready and that we would rather introduce him to a few guys at a time so that we do not overwhelm him.”

Jake sets his jaw, looking to press further, but realising he cannot. He goes ahead anyway: “And Cameron? How do you think that he is going to become a part of this frat without my approval?”

I can’t tell if I would be happy or not with this revelation.

“You do not have the final say,” Matthew casually notes.

“I have a big part in it.” Jake switches to the defensive.

“I think you’re overestimating your importance again,” Matthew scoffs. “We don’t get along. Why would you give me a reason to capitalise off of that?”

Jake’s eyes narrow, and he approaches Matthew. “You really seem to be the one overstepping.”

“Hey, now,” Casey interjects. “Calm down, you two.”

Jake side-eyes Casey, and then looks at me. He walks over to me, and Casey doesn’t stop his advance. Jake then leans against the thick window sill and puts his arm around my back. I shudder.

Matthew furrows his eyebrows, and a frown forms on his face.

“Remember who owns you now,” Jake threatens.

Casey’s phone rings and his expression mellows out. “I gotta take this,” he announces. “I gotta go.”

Matthew stares at Jake while he rubs my shoulder. Casey steps out of the room, and almost immediately Jake lets go of me. I let out an audible sigh, but Matthew does not let his guard down. Matthew’s body is tense, and his breathing hikes as Jake approaches him.

Jake firmly grasps Matthew’s neck, and his eyes widen as he begins to struggle. Matthew manages enough strength to rip Jake’s hand off him and create some distance. Matthew comes off the wall, ready to be aggressive towards Jake, but he finds himself locked and straining against Jake’s body. Jake manoeuvres himself around and behind Matthew, grabbing his massive body. Matthew grunts as Jake forces him down to his knees. Matthew’s downset eyes meet mine while Jake overpowers him. Jake pushes him down onto the hard, tile floor, and Matthew’s face hits the ground only about a metre in front of me.

Shocked by how quickly Jake pinned Matthew’s gigantic body, I don’t act when I know I should. Jake puts his knee down on Matthew’s neck while Matthew struggles to get any kind of leeway with Jake.

“You know I’m stronger than you.” Jake begins taunting Matthew. “Now that Casey is gone, I don’t have to worry about making that known.”

Matthew struggles against Jake, but cannot get loose. I finally get out of my head enough to help Matthew. When I begin to act, Matthew stops me.

”Don’t,” Matthew practically begs.

Jake grins. I can tell that Matthew cannot breathe. I take a moment to contemplate before throwing my body at Jake, knocking him off of Matthew’s neck. Matthew struggles to catch his breath and stays spread on the ground. Jake quickly reorients himself. He easily overpowers me and slams me into the carpeted floor of the bedroom, just past the doorway. I let out a loud grunt since I get winded from the impact. Using my shock and subsequent slowness to his advantage, Jake straddles my body to keep me down. Jake peels off his hoodie and throws it onto the bed behind me. I look over at Matthew slowly getting up. Jake leans into me and I can feel his bulge throbbing against my lower abs.

“Don’t fucking test me,” Jake threatens.

I tremble and flinch as he spits in my face. Jake stands up off of me and turns back to Matthew, who has begun to stand. Jake steps down on his back, which folds him back down to the floor. He groans in pain while Jake asserts himself over both of us.

I rub the back of my head and try to gain composure. Jake steps down on Matthew’s back, keeping the giant in submission. Casey walks in the door and begins to say something before he takes the situation in its entirety.

“Jake, get off of him,” Casey demands.

Jake takes his foot off of Matthew, and Casey comes to my aid. He lifts me with his strong arm. Matthew pushes himself up onto his knees, but he winces severely.

Casey takes a knee next to him and rubs his back. “You okay, big guy?” He mumbles.

“Yeah,” he mutters. Casey helps him back up to his feet slowly, and Matthew tends to his throat by rubbing it for a while. He winces again and gives Jake a mean look.

“What the fuck, Jake?” Casey interrogates. “I get that you don’t like them but you gotta stop acting like a fucking child.”

Jake shrugs. “Maybe you should pick some better guys to join our frat instead of degrading it with guys you think are cute.”

Jake’s dominance is undeniable, especially since he takes it out in a traditional patriarchal demonstration of physical abuse.

“They need to know their place.” Jake defends his actions. “Mattie hasn’t accepted his place under me in the three years he’s been with us.”

Matthew huffs and approaches Jake, ready to test him again.

“And Cameron,” Jake turns to me, “you’re pathetic. You know you don’t compare to any of us, and you need to learn that this isn’t gonna be like Boston.”

“No fucking shit,” my tone matches Casey’s. “You’re the one that wanted to meet me, and you clearly are just here to cause problems.”

Jake cocks his head and laughs in disbelief. “Do you wanna end up like you were just a few minutes ago?”

Casey walks up to him and presses his chest to Jake’s. “Come on, dude. You gotta stop it.” Casey runs his hands through Jake’s chest hair. “Just leave it, for now, babe.”

I can barely hear them.

“You two are dating?” I ask, shocked.

Matthew looks down at me and rubs my shoulder. Casey mumbles something to Jake, and Jake rests his head on Casey’s shoulder, almost melding into him. He kisses Casey’s neck gently before Casey breaks contact to turn back to me.

“So you’re jealous?” A cocky grin forms on my face.

“Back down,” Casey raises his voice. Jake rests his hand on Casey’s shoulder and moves him gently to the side.

“What did you say?” Jake asks. He gets into my face, and I try to hide my fear. My grin fades, I crease my forehead.

“Come on, Jake,” Matthew pipes up. “This won’t get anywhere.”

Jake raises an arm at Matthew, and Matthew flinches. Jake lets out a quiet laugh and switches his focus back to me. “Now, Cameron. Tell me why the fuck I would be jealous of a boy like you?”

I lean back further into the window, my back pressing against the blinds. Casey grabs Jake’s right hand and pulls him back.

“Get out,” Matthew insists.

“Let’s go have a chat.” Casey directs a half-hearted smile at us and drops his head as he follows Jake out of the condo.

Matthew lets out a long sigh of relief and kicks his shoes off. “I’ve had to deal with this for the last three years. He’s always been stronger than me,” Matthew admits. He walks into the kitchen and fills a cup with water. He takes a long sip and then continues. “He didn’t like me because I was Casey’s first pick, and I still don’t even know if he felt threatened by me, or just didn’t like that Casey spent a lot of time with me while they were talking.

“Now that they’re dating, Jake has exclusive rights to Casey’s attention in any type of way.” Matthew chugs the rest of his water and refills the cup. “Jake doesn’t treat other guys like he has you and me. Yeah, I mean— I guess he can be aggressive a lot, but he’s never been straight up— just abusive. We’ve had our fights, but he’s never put his knee down on my neck like that. And— well, he’s most definitely never tried to drown a guy he met that was to become a part of our frat, not even me.”

I slouch down into the couch and Matthew sits to my left. “How’s your neck?” I ask him.

“It’s fine, it’s just gonna be sore.”

I rest my head on Matthew’s shoulder. He rubs my back and pulls me in closer.

“I’m sorry this is what you have to deal with,” Matthew frowns. He reaches to the side table and clicks on the lamp. Matthew leans back into my body, and this time he kisses me on the forehead. He grabs my jaw gently and lifts my face to his. His lips slowly lock with mine, and Matthew readjusts his body to better hold me. Matthew pushes me down into the couch and climbs on top of me. He pulls my shirt off of my body and he slowly kisses his way down my body.

I try to stifle my moans, but I can’t hold them. He smiles and slides the waistband of my bathing suit down. My semi-hard dick slaps my stomach.

“Someone’s excited.” Matthew begins to jerk me off, and I begin leaking precum almost immediately.

I blush and guide Matthew’s head further down my muscular body with my right hand. He looks into my eyes as he wraps his lips around my cock. I lean my head back and moan, squirming in pleasure. Matthew steadies my thighs as he licks up my shaft, collecting a bead of precum coming from my throbbing dick. Matthew moves back down and gently puts my balls in his mouth, cleaning the salt off of them.

“Not gonna let me rinse the sand off, first?” I tease.

He climbs back up on top of me and grinds his growing bulge against my taint. Matthew rolls off of me and easily scoops me up in his arms. He takes me to the bathroom through a door on the right side of the kitchen. He sets me down on the countertop, shuts the second door to the bedroom, and flicks the light on. I drape my arms over his shoulders when he walks back over to me. I bite Matthew’s neck gently, leaving a small mark. His stubble pokes my cheek, but I continue down to his neck and collarbone.

“Mmph, keep going,” he whispers. He slowly begins to press further into my body, spreading my legs apart and gently positioning them around his thick butt. He melds into me, letting me support some of his weight while I take in his scent.

Matthew backs away from me to my displeasure. A drop of precum falls onto the counter. Matthew turns on the shower and waits for the water to warm up before returning to me. Matthew peels his shirt off. A thin coat of blond hair covers his entire body. It thickens out a little bit around his belly button and down below his v-line. Matthew steps out of his shorts and slowly peels off his damp briefs. Matthew’s massive, slightly engorged dick falls out. My eyes widen as he grabs and strokes it a few times to begin getting it hard again. His balls hang low and heavy. He has a trimmed, light brown bush that fills out the base of his shaft. He looks at me and smiles. My mouth is opened slightly in amazement at the size.

“How big?” I can’t help but ask.

“Seven soft,” he states with pride. “Eleven and a half when hard.”

“No fucking way,” I shake my head. “Nah, goddamn.”

He just laughs again and presses his dick against my taint again. He pulls me in for another kiss. I can feel him getting hard again, and I keep catching myself staring at his beautifully sculpted piece of meat.

Matthew can’t stop smiling, and his eyes show more emotion than the rest of him does. He looks down and slaps his dick over mine. He easily outsizes me, and it continues to grow. He slowly jerks it with his right hand and takes my cock in his other. I moan quietly while he massages my tip with his thumb, swirling my precum around my head to lube it up. Matthew puts his thumb in my mouth and I lick my precum off of it. Matthew lifts me off of the counter and guides me to the shower.

“Too hot?” He asks, standing behind me. He rests his chin on my head and rubs the side of my arms. He closes his eyes and lets the hot water wash over him for a few minutes before grabbing the soap. He grabs a washcloth as well and begins to lather my body. He begins at my neck, and slowly moves down my back, gently scrubbing my back with a washcloth. He gets down on his knees and continues working on my back. He slaps my muscular ass and spreads my cheeks. He leans in and kisses my right butt cheek before slowly running his hands down my legs. I close my eyes and wait for his next move, aroused and curious about what his intentions are with me. I feel his face pressed into my ass. Matthew slowly begins to tongue at my hole, and I immediately let out a moan. I use the shower wall to support myself while the new sensation overcomes me.

“Fuck, Cameron,” Matthew moans. “You taste so good.”

I bend over more so that Matthew has better access to my hole, and he starts to get me wet. His jaw flexes while he focuses on my hole.

I can’t hold in my pleasure. “Fuck,” I exhale sharply, “oh, fuck Matt.” I arch my back into him and shift some of my weight as he pulls me back further onto his face.

Matthew stands up. Although disappointed, I don’t complain. He rubs his massive dick against my hole and pulls me into his arms.

“I can’t take that,” I say, honestly.

“I wouldn’t expect you to—“ he trails off. “Yet.”

I pull away from him gently, beginning to reciprocate what he has done for me. I grab the washcloth from his hand, add more soap, then begin rubbing it gently on his chest. His broad pecs rise and fall slowly with each breath. I pinch his left nipple pretty hard, and he grunts.

“Hey!” He blusters, “they’re sensitive.”

“Turn around,” I reply.

I scratch Matthew’s back and lather it with a generous amount of soap. It’s pretty red from the summer sun, and there’s also a bruise forming where Jake had tried to use him as a stepping stool. I poke at it gently before continuing. He has a beautifully round ass covered in a coat of light brown fuzz. Thicker than what’s on his chest, but it’s not bushy. I grab his ass and squeeze it hard. In response, Matthew huffs slightly.

I slowly spread his ass as he did mine, revealing a perfect, tight pink hole surrounded by fuzz. I take a few moments to inhale his body, undeniably manly, before delving into his still somewhat salty hole.

“Oh, shit!” Matthew exclaims, seemingly surprised when my tongue first makes contact.

I press my tongue around his tight hole and listen to the granted reaction. He puts his hands on the back of my head and pushes me deep into his ass. His bubble butt feels suffocating, but it tastes so much better. I hold securely onto his thighs with one arm, but leave the other hand free to gently play with his bull balls. I feel his cock throb, and the warm water helps his balls hang even lower than they were before.

Matthew turns around, and I’m faced with probably the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in my life. He grins at me and slaps it down on my face. The weight of it adds to my uncertainty about the size.

“Open your mouth,” he says. His voice is commanding, but still gentle.

Matthew rests the swollen tip against my lips and slowly pushes the head inside. It feels like my jaw is going to unhinge, but he takes it slow enough for me to accommodate what I can. He puts one of his massive hands on the back of my head and gently guides me down on it, thrusting slightly deeper every time. I gag loudly, and he pulls out to give me time to get some air.

“Only halfway there,” he smiles.

“I can’t fit it all,” I remark.

“You’ll get used to it,” he coos.

He pushes his dick back in my mouth, and slowly tries to push further, but meets resistance. I gag again, but this time Matthew holds my head firm on his dick while I try to pull away. I look up at him and his eyes are determined. My body flexes while I try to pull off, but Matthew easily overpowers me. I do my best to relax my throat, but his cock stretches my mouth to its limit. He finally pulls out and I breathe heavily, putting my hands down on the shower floor for support.

“I’m not ready,” I complain.

Matthew nods and lifts me back up to my feet. He washes his legs and feet and then does mine. Matthew shuts off the water and reaches for a towel that hangs on a metal bar over the toilet. He dries himself, but I help him with his back and hair. He opens the shower curtain and steps out, he somewhat disappears into the steam that has accumulated in the room. I dry off quickly and hop out to follow him into the main room where Jake and Casey are talking.

Jake looks me up and down before he looks me in the eyes. “Have fun?” He teases us.

“Yeah, we did.” Matthew grabs my shoulder and pulls me into his side. He smiles at Jake, although it’s superficial. He lets go of me and grabs his bag. He pulls out a fresh change of clothes and slips into them quickly. Matthew walks into the kitchen and I sit at the glass table across from the door, situated against a wall that contains the bedroom

“There are drinks in the fridge,” Casey says.

Matt changes course, heading for the fridge. He grabs a beer and throws it up in the air, then he catches it and secures it in his large hands.

“I’ll be out here looking at the lights,” Matt says, opening the door to the balcony. The door slams behind him.

I pull out my phone and scroll through my messages. There are a few from my mom. I type off a quick reply to let her know that I’m doing alright, even at the eventual risk of her being right about how I should not have come here. My mind races around my experience with Jake, but I know that Matthew will try to protect me as best as possible. After seeing what happened today, though, I’m not sure that his vows of protection are going to help much. I look up from my phone, and Jake is staring right at me. Casey’s eyes fix on the television. I try to ignore Jake, but his eyes pierce through my psyche. His eyes soften, and then he looks back over to Casey. He leans his head against Casey’s shoulder and closes his eyes. His body relaxes. I can’t help but look at his beautiful body, and sculpted face. It’s cliché, but he really could be a Greek god with his killer jaw and cheekbone combination. Everything about him is domineering, but Casey does a damn good job at controlling that. Casey whispers something into Jake’s left ear, and then he proceeds to go outside on the Balcony with Matt. The wind creates a slight whistle as the door shuts behind him.

Jake’s eyes soften, he sighs, he stands. He approaches me. I tense up instinctually. He offers me his hand, but I shake my head.

“Up,” he ushers, albeit his voice is calm.

I reject his hand again and stand instead according to my own will.

“Grab your wallet and key card, we’re going for a walk.”

Does he know how to be nicer? Or is this all I’m getting from him? It beats being drowned.

Jake doesn’t bother for a shirt. To be honest, though, I don’t mind the decision to go without one either. I follow him out of the condo, and he walks briskly down the hall. It’s musty and weirdly lit. I put my mask on out of concerns of— well, Florida, and because it blocks the smell. We get into the elevator and Jake gives me a weird look.

“Take that shit off,” he demands. “You shouldn’t be worried about a cold.”

What he just said gets under my skin more than his other remarks, out of its pure ignorance. “I will when we get outside.”

Jake rolls his eyes. “No one cares about the virus here.”

“One out of the two of us does.” My comment is risky, but he just rolls his eyes again and doesn’t reply.

We walk out of the building, and I remove my mask. The humid air hits my face. There’s a strong breeze coming in from the ocean about thirty miles to our east. The feeling of the wind against my face is calming, which lowers the nervousness that has built up around Jake. Jake and I walk together on the sidewalk next to the condo. A siren blares in the distance, adding to the unsettling weather. I look up at our balcony and see Matthew and Casey sitting together. I wave up to Matt but he doesn’t notice. We continue walking towards the exit of the entire condominium complex, and I follow Jake’s lead, guarding myself hesitantly and proceeding with care. He gets to be a few paces ahead of me before he says anything.

“Come on, Cameron,” he grumbles.

“Sorry, sorry.”

We walk together along the side of the road for a solid ten or fifteen minutes before we come upon a lit promenade. There’s no one out other than the occasional jogger. A steady flow of cars passes on the boulevard beside us. A few raindrops land in front of us, and Jake seems to pay no mind to the thunder rumbling in the distance. He breaks off of the sidewalk and leads me to the promenade, dotted with benches and string lighting that enhance the stormy atmosphere around us. He sits and pats the bench, indicating that I have to sit next to him. Jake lets out a long sigh and rubs his chest. He turns his head away from me, looking down the lit pathway.

“You need to get to know me,” Jake begins, “and Casey said it would be good if I got to know you.” His demeanour changes, but I cannot make out a solid expression since his face is still turned away from me. “Casey also said that I should try harder to be more accepting of you and Matthew.”

I sit beside him, my lack of words making the situation more awkward for Jake. A wave of confusion and curiosity flows over my body, and I can’t help but question his intentions. Jake looks down to his feet and the sound of rain slowly hitting the leaves is the only thing that is breaking the silence. He leans over and rests his arm on the back of the bench. Jake looks up to the sky and closes his eyes. The breeze ruffles his jet black hair. I want to pull out my phone, but at the same time, I don’t want to anger Jake.

“I’m sorry,” he breaks the silence. “I’m just possessive over Casey.”

I don’t know how to react to the apology, and at the same time, I don’t know how to respond to his admission of being possessive; or of his jealousy.

“Not like you tried to kill me or anything,” I joke.

He sets his jaw and stares blankly at the damp concrete. I realise that it was not the correct time to make a joke. My heart is beating through my chest right now, my mind is foggy.

“Casey is making me do this,” he admits.

“Why else would you be talking to me?”

Jake’s eyes narrow while his breathing intensifies. I misread the situation again, and my snide remarks are undermining the intimacy of this conversation. I feel sympathy for Jake, although I keep fucking up every word possible as if we’re in anything similar to the situation as we were by the park.

“Listen,” he says through gritted teeth. “ I am just trying to make amends. I know I need to get better with my emotions and I see where I fucked up.” Jake’s vulnerability shocks me again. “I’m not good at apologising, I never learned how to apologise and mean it.” I sit quietly this time, deciding that it’s probably best to not respond to him for the sake of both our mental sanities. He removes his arms from the bench, leans forward, and uses his fist to support his chin. The lights above us illuminate and contour every muscle in Jake’s back. The rain helps make his body look even more impressive. His skin looks soft, serving as a temptation to my eyes, even if what he has done to me has deterred me. We sit together for a couple more minutes as the rain begins to pick up. The steady amount of raindrops hitting both of us make us considerably wet.

“Well…” Jake rises from the bench and wipes off his shorts. “This is going nowhere fast.”

Without saying another word, Jake walks back in the direction of the condo, leaving me alone in the rain. I turn and watch Jake as he walks away from me. Once he gets to the sidewalk, he picks up his pace, beginning to jog back to the condo. The darkness engulfs his body. Eventually, the bushes that line the sidewalk obscure him from my view.

I sit quietly in the rain. I want to go after Jake to talk, but at the same time, I think that it would be better if we kept some distance until the raw emotions settle down again. I pull out my phone, and a text from Casey reads: “Jake wanted to be more open with you. I hope it’s going well.” I sigh and wallow into the bench.

My mind keeps flashing back to seeing him vulnerable— he showed me his back, his guard was down, and most importantly, he held his anger when I was being a pure dick. Am I not justified, though? I want to say that he doesn’t deserve to treat me like shit and then think I’ll just be happy about making amends. At the same time, I know the dick now, and the side of Jake that I had just seen offered me a look into what our relationship could be. The brain fog that has affected me all afternoon has only gotten worse with the dynamics and the newness of what could very well be a long journey with these four men, and dozens of others. I shudder at the thought of how many more guys like Jake are in the frat. I can understand why Jake is doing what he is. I also understand why he is so defensive over his boyfriend, but I do not want to be lesser than the rest, simply because I am the new one. For a second— or third time— maybe, well— I don’t know. I just know damn well that I’m overwhelmed and conflicted. Maybe my mother and Jake were correct. Am I really cut out for this?

The rain picks up. By this point, I am absolutely drenched. I peel my shirt off of my body, try to wring the water out, and put it down on the bench. I lean over, now facing the ground. I run my hand along the wooden bench before hitting it hard because of my anger. My breathing becomes rapid. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m back on the bottom rung of my life.

“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I’m half-crazy all for the love of you. It won’t be a stylish marriage, I can’t afford a carriage. But you’ll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.

Billy, Billy, give me your answer true. I love riding, do you love it too? Slow or fast or faster. You lead, I’ll follow after. The path flies by as you and I ride a bicycle built for two”

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USS Saipan LHA 2

The Tarawa-class amphibious assault ship is named in honor of the World War II Battle of Saipan, part of the Mariana Island campaign of the Pacific Theater in 1944. Her mission is to embark, deploy, and launch a 2,000 marine landing force by helicopter and amphibious craft.

Life at sea is unimaginably boring for marines. Nothing to raid, rape, or repudiate. Immersed in the mundane, it’s the same endless cycle governed by rules, regulations, and routines. Performing PT. Lifting weights. Dismantling and cleaning weapons.

So opportunities to vent aggression are always appreciated.

“It’s time,” Staff Sergeant (SSgt.) Decker announces.

His men have enjoyed Midshipman 4/c Davy Bell’s hospitality.

Reporting aboard six weeks ago for summer cruise, the Duke University NROTC midshipman received a warm Fleet welcome. Immersed in a sea of testosterone, the defenseless blue-devil was easily subjugated by the formidable marines and transformed into sea-pussy.

After weeks of continued use, the men have wrecked the accommodations. Disintegrating in quality, the boy’s sweet hole is rendered un-serviceable for single tenancy. Alas, the impermanence of flesh. Swept along in the entropic current of disorder, it’s destruction was inevitable.

Fortunately, the marines have a viable contingency plan.

Double occupancy.

* * * *

Lance Corporal (LCpl) Anthony Russo lies supine on a wrestling mat. 

Rugged and powerful, the handsome marine’s chiseled musculature is sheathed in smooth olive-hued skin. Anticipating his turn with Bell, he runs a purposeful hand up-and-down his oversized mortadella… ensuring maximum tumescence.

“Damn it’s fucking huge!” exclaims an envious PFC. 

Russo is a modern-day Priapus.

Raised in Canarsie, an Italian neighborhood in Brooklyn NY, rampant rumors of his extraordinary endowment spread throughout high school. Like metal shavings to a magnet, curious girls are inexorably drawn to him by an invisible force of nature.

Taking advantage of every opportunity to rupture hymen and stretch vaginal canals, he eagerly plant potent seed. Often to deleterious effect. Proudly bragging of his conquests… because that’s what big-cocked boys do, he earns the respect and admiration of his peers.

Pregnant girls’ livid fathers have a different perspective.

Facing repercussions Russo hastily enlists in the Marines.

Reporting to MCRD Parris Island he enters a maelstrom of unimagined ferocity. The intense 12-week indoctrination far exceeds advertised rigor. Not the first time a motivated recruiter is economical with the truth to meet a monthly quota.

Enlistees are subjected to carefully calibrated brutality. Screaming sergeants. Suffocating regimentation. Spartan barracks. Strenuous exercise. Sleep deprivation. The time-tested process breaks down individuality, establishes esprit de corps, and validates membership worthiness.

They eat, breathe, and think the USMC way or are severely punished.

Memorizing reams of arcane military information, performing exhaustive physical drills, crawling through mud amid screaming instructors, and being caged naked to learn about surviving as a prisoner of war are all considered effective training methods approved by senior leadership.

Some are despondent. Russo is ebullient. He loves the culture, customs, camaraderie. Experiencing a glorious transformation, with the scarlet and gold coursing through his veins, he’s bound to the brotherhood… a small part of a great institution.

Semper Fidelis!

Everywhere are young men flaunting the quiddity of masculinity. Like a North Korean military parade in Pyongyang’s Kim Il Sung Square with banners, bombs, and ballistic missiles, they proudly strut and display their impressive weaponry.

They compulsively scrutinize each other’s hardware. Because that’s what males do. Especially in the military. Sizing up the competition, the pack’s pecking order is firmly establish.

Alphas. Betas. Omegas. And Gammas.

The diminutive equipped inherently lack confidence and swagger. With the scythe of death casting a persistent shadow, they’re unsuitable to lead marines in combat. Exuding authority and invincibility, leadership is reserved for big-dicked alphas who fuck the enemy with steely resolve.

Even in repose Russo’s pendulous cock garners attention. Its true magnificence, however, is only revealed when fully inflated. Proudly showing it off, he entertains enthralled recruits with vivid stories of his many exploits. And who doesn’t enjoy a good impregnation tale?

Painfully erect, the recruits seek opportunities to vent sexual energy.

Engaging in roughhousing and grab-ass play, they eagerly explore sexual boundaries. Young, dumb, and full of cum, they’re amenable to trying anything once. Or twice. After all, how do you know you don’t like something if you’ve never tried it?

Marines have a cacoethes for embracing pain.

Looking to demonstrate toughness and endurance, bold dares and questionable challenges are exchanged. Stakes escalate. After all the bravado it’s impossible to back down. Reputations are in the balance. With peers watching several bend over to prove their mettle.

Of critical importance is how well a recruit absorbs pain. Style matters. He must take it like a real man. No hysterics. No crying. No begging for mercy. Mentally and physically tough, he must transcend the agony… giving his all for Nation and Corps.

Bruised and battered, recruits bask in hard-earned respect.

And improve their standing in the pack’s hierarchy.

* * * *

Two marines effortlessly lift Midshipman Bell.

“Is this going to work?” asks a skeptical PFC.

Manipulated like a marionette, the undersized boy is positioned astride Russo. Eyes meet and the LCpl smirks in confident superiority. Satisfied with reasonable alignment, the kid is unceremoniously forced down and impaled on the thick Italian sausage.

“Oh fuck,” Bell groans.

He’s shoved forward against Russo’s muscular chest.

Another young marine, PFC Banashefski, has plane-guard duty. He enlisted in the Marine Corps after high school to escape a suffocating existence in an isolated mid-west farming community. Drowning in tedium he craves adventure and new experiences.

He’s never had a piece of midshipman sea-pussy.

It’s his first time taking one for a ride.

Of course he’s heard the stories: truth larded with legends, superstition, and diablerie. The pleasure. The wonder. And how, when properly prepared, it’s often better than the real thing. Best yet, inveigling efforts and coercion are completely unnecessary.

Banashefski shudders from the excitement of exploring a new sexual frontier. With sails lofted he strides forward with unbridled appetency. Standing behind Bell, the marine slowly strokes his impressive kielbasa with both hands… accentuating length and girth.

His perspiring body exudes a deeply evocative woodsy scent. Polo by Ralph Lauren. The alluring fragrance is a carefully constructed blend of masculine notes. Leather. Tobacco. Wood with moss undertones. Just right for a casual evening with shipmates.

The mesmerized audience watches the unfolding spectacle.

Banashefski confidently approaches from astern.

Bell glances over his shoulder. Gaining situational awareness way too late he panics and struggles for freedom – an instinctual reaction for self-preservation. But escape is impossible. Skewed on Russo, he’s helpless to prevent the imminent incursion.

“Oh god no,” Bell cries. “Please!”

“Hey kid SITFU (suck it the fuck up),” advises a PFC.

Marines with soulless eyes imbedded in granite faces laugh at the helpless boy. They’re harbingers of death and destruction… not Molly Pitcher at the Battle of Monmouth offering comfort. Most have never fucked a hole with a buddy.

And they can’t wait to take the two-seater for a ride.

Flexing hips, Russo retracts his imbedded shaft a few inches down the taper. The cranberry glove twitches and opens a fraction. Just enough for Banashefski to visually confirm the target. Significant stretching will be required to accommodate both marines.

But that’s the whole point.

The out-of-commission hole will once again be operational.

Steaming in restricted waters with limited navigational aids, Banashefski maintains constant bearing with decreasing range. Poised on the precipice of pleasure, his extended bow approaches the midshipman’s stern. Collision is imminent. Sound the alarm.

Bell is hard aground upon Russo. Red over red. In extremis, with no maneuverability, his hull integrity is imperiled. Damage control systems standby to shore breached bulkheads and dewater internal compartments. Contracting core muscles, he braces for impact.

“Wait one,” barks Decker.

Time stops. Russo and Banashefski stand fast.

A ripped and ruined receptacle too early in the evening spoils the fun for everyone. Reaching into his pocket the staff sergeant produces a small amber glass bottle. Amyl nitrite. The vasodilator will facilitate the double ride.

“Inhale deeply,” orders the SSgt.

Bell takes several hits. Reality blurs. Venturing into uncharted waters, a kaleidoscope of sublime images whirl around his mind. Glimpsing the transcendent he smiles in silent lucidity. And resistance recedes with celerity like the outbound tide at the Bay of Fundy.

He’s ready to ride tandem.

“Carry on,” orders Decker.

* * * *

“Fuck him already,” demands a spectator.

Anxiously squirming, barely understanding what’s happening, Bell can’t easily accommodate both marines. Russo’s thick shaft already occupies most of the available real estate. Taking a deep breath, the midshipman tries to regain his composure.

Banashefski applies more Mil-G-23549 all-purpose grease. Well lubricated, inching relentlessly forward, pressure builds. Straining to gain entrance, testing elastic limits to the ripping point, he is singularly focused on climbing aboard.

More pressure.

Another hit of poppers.

A sigh and momentary unclenching.

Thrusting with powerful legs and thighs, the resolute marine lunges and breaches the barrier. Storming the entrance, the first couple of inches are buried inside the convulsing glove. Jousting for position with Russo, he acquires significant territory.

“Arrghhhhh fuck!” Bell screams.

Writhing in excruciating agony, he’s overwhelmed by the combined size. Inconceivable pain rips through his core. Perched upon their combined destructive power, he’s being torn a new one.

Riding a two-seater for the first time, Banashefski quickly finds his balance. Driving relentlessly forward, spreading and stretching the protesting ring and walls to accommodate the combined girth, he sinks deeper and deeper into the hyper-ventilating midshipman.

“Almost there.”

“Oh god… please, no more!”

But of course there’s more. Much more.

Solely focused on their own pleasure, working in tandem, thrusting with brutal coordinated strokes, navigating malleable bends, both men are finally embedded to the hilt. And the calescent passageway is better than advertised.

Banashefski grabs the midshipman’s shoulders for leverage.

Leaning forward with muscles contracted and nostrils flared, he rotates hips, twists and flexes the shaft, and pounds the hole. Rubbing against the velveteen walls, enjoying undeniable pleasure, he gains insight and understands the universal appeal of midshipman sea-pussy.

It’s a wonderous repetitious pageant of inches dragged out and slammed back in. Rising and pressed back down, the boy is a carnival ride at Coney Island. Galloping with heavy exertion up-and-down the poles, the carousel horse whisks the riders round and round.

An old legend says there’s a lead horse on every carousel.

It’s the biggest, most beautifully decorated… typically a war or military steed. Pole mounted, with all four feet in the air, Bell is a jumper. Not the herd leader. Carousels symbolize youth and innocence… and Russo cherishes memories as he fucks Bell with abandon.

Changing the rhythm, synchronizing diametric movement, the marines enjoy the extra friction of rubbing against each other within the packed hole. Skin on skin. Breathing heavily, sweaty flesh pressed together, groaning in pleasure, desperate for release, they ascend the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Dozens of marines watch the awe-inspiring performance.

Who doesn’t enjoy seeing a midshipman taken for a ride?

Russo strokes Bell’s face and spreads salty tears across his lips. Looking into his eyes, deep pools of liquid submission, he recognizes pain and pleasure. Pressing his lips against the boy’s mouth, steeling the breath, he violently rapes the midshipman with his tongue.

Bell emits an inarticulate rumble from his soul. Penetrated to unfathomable depths, he is acutely aware that he exists solely to service superior men. His inner sanctum is nothing but a receptacle for their masculinity. A vessel to be filled with enlisted seed.

Banashefski’s balls rise and tighten in their sack. He’s close.

“Oh fuck… I’m going to blow.”

Quivering in unison the marines detonate and flood the convulsing pussy. The intense blasts are followed by four more as the marines discharged their weapons. Running out of ammunition, the exhausted but exhilarated men reluctantly dismount.

And they admire the ravaged hole with pride.

“Thanks for sharing the ride with me Russo,” said Banashefski.

“Anytime,” exchanging congratulatory high-fives.

Quickly maneuvering into position, the next pair slot inside Bell. Degenerating into a strepitous saturnalia, marines queue up two-by-two for a ride. Double plugged for hours the blue-devil is irreparably ruined. But not until all-hands get a turn.

And another certified two-seater joins the Fleet.

Oohrah!

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Comments and readers’ experiences with marines and midshipmen are always of interest.

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“Since this is chemistry class, we’re going to perform an experiment today” said Mr. Stanton, our high school chemistry teacher the Friday morning before spring break as we were about to take a test. Mr. Stanton was brown-haired, serious, 45, and in good shape. “Everyone stand up, you’re all going to switch seats…” He began pointing and the students accordingly took their new seats. 

Frank glared at Mr. Stanton who glared back. Frank, Vinnie, Eric and I were split up. More importantly, we were apart from our genius bottoms Benjy and Alan. They did all our homework and helped us cheat during tests by sneaking us their answers. Who the fuck cares about protons, neutrons and all that stupid shit! Mr. Stanton obviously found out about our racket.

I now sat next to some girls and looked at the test in amazement, it was like a foreign language as I never paid attention in class. I just wrote any shit down. 30 minutes later, we all took our exams to Mr. Stanton’s desk and left.

“We’re going to get that motherfucker!” yelled Frank when we were sitting in the cafeteria. “By the time spring break is over, that fuck is going move us back to our seats and things will be back to normal!”

Later on, we drove in Frank’s car and hung out across the street from Mr. Stanton’s house. After about an hour, he came out with blonde Mrs. Stanton. They got into their car and drove. We followed them; they went to the airport. They parked in the garage, we parked nearby. We looked at Mr. Stanton’s Facebook. A half hour later, they came back with their only child, a 19-year-old son, Christopher. Wearing jeans and a varsity jacket, he was cute looking, blond, medium height with a good build. He was a freshman at a Vermont university and came back home to visit his folks.

“Well! This just got really interesting!” laughed Frank. We drove to the Crystal Palace Motel had a good fuckfest with Benjy and Alan taking care of us.

The next afternoon was Saturday, we were parked across from the Stanton house. We hung out for hours, watching them all leave, drive and return. Oh! At 7:00 PM, Mr. and Mrs. Stanton drove off alone, probably to a dinner party or something. Frank, Vinnie, Eric and I got out of Frank’s car and went to the front door and rang the bell.

“Hello?” said Christopher in a cheery confident masculine voice.

“Hey, is Mr. Stanton at home?”

“No, he’s with my mother at the country club.”

“Oh, I’m a student of his and was supposed to drop off some homework because I was out sick yesterday.”

“Ok” said Christopher as he opened the door, he looked all American Boy in his jeans, polo shirt and boat shoes. We barged in, “Hey!” he yelled.

We grabbed and forced him to the living room and threw him down on the floor. “What’s going on?!” “We should get more comfortable” said Frank as he started taking off his clothes. Vinnie, Eric and I began grabbing Christopher and pulling his clothes off. “Hey, Frank! Look at this!” when I saw Christopher’s silver ring engraved with “True Love Waits.”

“Holy fuck! This just got even better!” laughed the nude Frank, his eight and half dick was solid and bobbing around, as were his hefty balls. “You’re on a chastity until marriage kick?!”

“Yes, I’ve pledged to remain pure until I finish college and get married to my girlfriend” declared the now nude Christopher, whose seven-inch dick was hard. Frank grabbed his hand and forced it on his dick.

“That’s fucking nuts! You’re a good-looking young guy, you should be banging pussy all the time if that’s what you’re into! Instead, you’re Mr. Virgin!”

“It’s none of your business!”

“What is my business, is that your father fucked us over. The best way we can get back at him is to gang fuck you. When he sees what we did, he’ll make things right, because he’ll know if he doesn’t, we’ll do it again to you. This isn’t personal, we got nothing against you. Now, suck my dick.”  

“Please! No!” cried Christopher.

“Resistance is futile” said Frank, “Pete.” I reached into my pocket and took out the taser, I zapped Christopher’s young ball sack. Oh! The horrifying wail he let out!

“Ok, now you can tell yourself you were forced to do it. Pete is going keep zapping you, until you do it.”

The crying Christopher was on knees with Frank towering over him, he opened his mouth, extended his head forward and took Frank’s cock in his mouth.

“There you go! Good boy! Now, use that tongue and lick it all over.” Christopher was hyperventilating and sounded like he was going to barf as he worked on Frank’s cock with his tongue. “Well, you’re not pure anymore!” laughed Frank.

We’d done it again! Oh! What a fabulous sight! Frank standing tall and proud before a beautiful once innocent downtrodden straight boy on his knees who was sucking dick for the first time. It’s so much fun watching them be humiliated by being converted into cocksuckers with their sweet faces contorted around a big dick. Something they’d never thought they’d do! Because of us!

“You’re doing real well Christopher, now lick my balls.” Christopher did as he was told and was licking Frank’s balls. “Lick under the head of cock…” And so it went, Christopher got the hang of it. “That enough” said Frank, Christopher took his mouth off. There was Frank’s triumphant erect tool, slicked up with Christopher’s spit, strands of precum leaked from it.

The nude Vinnie’s eight and a quarter incher was presented to Christopher’s face. He sucked it without complaint as if in a trance. Vinnie pulled it out and Eric’s eight inches took his place. After Eric got done, it was my turn. Oh! The exquisite sensations of getting my dick sucked by a newbie! Christopher had adjusted and gave me some pretty good head.

“Get up” said Frank. Christopher stood. Frank groped his ass and fingered it. Christopher howled in shock. “I like you kid; I’m going to be as gentle as possible” whispered Frank. “NO! NOT THAT! DEAR GOD!” yelled Christopher who started thrashing around as Vinnie, Eric and I held him and followed Frank to the dining room. Frank pressed his iPhone, and the Rolling Stones were now blasting. We pulled the struggling Christopher onto the long mahogany dining room table. Frank zapped his balls, Christopher got compliant, he put himself on his hands and knees like we indicated. There he was in position, back arched with his pale luscious ass cheeks raised, displaying his clean pink tiny virgin hole. His hard young dick and full balls jutted downward over the table.

Frank took the lube bottle and drenched his cock and then poured plenty into Christopher. Frank put his hand on Christopher’s hips. “There, there” he whispered, “It’ll all be over soon.”

Frank kept his promise, I’ve seen him brutalize guys with his cock, now he gingerly put the tip of his dick against Christopher’s hole and very slowly began penetration. Of course, no matter how thoughtful Frank was, Christopher still had an eight and half inch cock going into him for the first time and was understandably distressed, screaming in agony. Frank got it all the way in, slowly withdrew it and pushed back in. He fucked Christopher at a steady firm pace. Christopher seemed to be getting used to having his ass split open and was sobbing at a now low volume. That was until he began moaning and grunting and carrying on as his dick began gushing cum all over the table. His first non-solo orgasm! Lucky boy! Frank hit his sweet spot! Frank kept thrusting until he was cumming, pulled out and splattered his load on Christopher’s back.   

 Vinnie went medieval with his cock on Christopher’s ass which got a good slapping. Why not, Frank just broke him in. Eric was his usual low-key self when he fucked Christopher. When it was my turn, I was so horned up. This felt like a special fuck because it was. Here, was a nice pure straight guy who hadn’t done anything wrong and could never conceive of four stallions invading his house and making him a bitch. I joyously hammered away giving his chute the old in out with my cock. He was so tight but had loosened up after taking three big dicks.

The sounds he made were more now of involuntary pleasure, which must have confused him. After all, he hadn’t thought about taking it up the ass before. I felt pleasure too as I felt his velvety ass ring stretch around my dick and then clamp snugly around it. Yum! He began chanting “OH! OH! OH!” He was cumming again! I made him cum with my cock! I saw his hard dick squirting again on the table. I pulled out, walked over to face. “Finish me off with your mouth, you need to swallow cum for the first time.” “Way to go, Pete!” roared my buds. He did like I told him, putting my dick that had just been fucking his ass in his mouth. He sucked it real well, I was blasting his throat with my hot load. He gagged some up, swallowed some, the rest I painted his face with.

“What are you drinking, Christopher?” asked Frank.

“I don’t drink.”

“Suit yourself.”

We were sitting around the table sipping shots of Mr. Stanton’s Gray Goose from his well-stocked bar, while puffing on our JUULs. We needed to come down after such a super fuckfest! Christopher who was drenched in cum, lay on the table surrounded by puddles of his cum whimpering in a fetal position. We found a bathroom, took showers and got dressed.

“You’re no longer a virgin, that’s for sure! Get off the table” said Frank. Christopher did, we took him to the front porch, we tied his hands up above his head. We left him standing for anyone to see, nude, having just been fucked four times and soiled with our drying cum.

We sat in Frank’s car across the street. About an hour later, Mr. and Mrs. Stanton drove up, parked and ran to their porch upon the sight of their trussed up nude defiled son. “Oh my God!” “What happened?!” Mr. Stanton untied Christopher, they were all crying and went inside. We weren’t worried, there was no way the Stanton’s would call the cops to report what had happened to their son. The shame and embarrassment would be too much. No, they’d keep quiet and get over it.

The rest of spring break flew by, we hung out with each other, and I went on a vacation to Chicago with my parents and younger sister. We followed the Stanton’s on Facebook and saw them at a few family events, they weren’t really smiling, especially Christopher. I saw that he wasn’t wearing his purity ring anymore. Before we knew it, it was Monday back at high school.

“Good morning class, go back to our original seats” robotically said Mr. Stanton, standing in front of the blackboard scribbled with formulas on it in chalk. “Teachers aren’t perfect, unfortunately I lost the last test. So, you’ll be taking it again. It’s the same test, so it shouldn’t affect your grade…”

Well! What a difference raping a son makes! Frank, Vinnie, Eric and I sat back pretending to scribble answers until nearby Benjy and Alan covertly passed us theirs’.

“Hey Mr. Stanton, we hope you had a nice spring break and spent time with your family around the dining room table” grinned Frank when the class ended, we swaggered up to Mr. Stanton who was seated at his desk staring blankly and handed in our tests.

We were wearing our white T-shirts, black leather biker jackets and scruffy worn jeans that showed off our heavy bulges. We were victorious warriors who had ravaged Mr. Stanton’s son,  crushed him and got what we wanted. He’d have to look at us five times a week for the next few months until we graduated.

“See you tomorrow, teach…”  

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Venmo: @theseeker  

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” My father asks as we make our way to his bed in the dim-lit room. “I’m sure,” I say with a smile. Never have I ever been sure of something. 

Sure I was a little nervous, considering it was my first time, but the thought of my father about to fuck me excited me even more.

My cock is rock hard now, pressing against his crotch through all the fabric. I’m so into making out with my father, his soft lips and our tongues colliding with each other, that I don’t realize that we’ve reached the edge of the bed. I latch on to the bedpost with one hand as my father kisses my neck as I grab on to his hair with my other hand. 

He lifts me with his strong arms and throws me on top of the bed. He climbs on top of me now with a smile. His soft green eyes look into my deep blue eyes. 

He lifts his shirt revealing his lean body and well-defined abs. I lean up to raise my shirt, now feeling our bare skin touching each other.

My father’s dick is rock hard now and looks like it wants to escape his tight jeans. I struggle to undo his belt. We both chuckle, but I manage to do it. “Let’s get you out of these tight jeans, dad,” I say. I helped him pull his jeans down, revealing his black Calvin Klien boxer briefs. 

He pulls my sweatpants down and briefs, revealing my naked body. “You have a beautiful body, son,” he says as he leans down to kiss me. “You’re not so bad yourself, dad,” I say with a laugh. He laughs too.

 

“Ready to taste your dad’s cock?” he asks, knowing the answer. I pull his underwear down, revealing his long and thick cock. “Woah, dad, you’re a fucking monster,” I say as I begin to put his cock in my mouth. It tastes better than I thought. It tasted just like how his underwear smelled when I would sneak a pair in the hamper. Manly. 

I deep throat his cock as he starts to moan. “Holy shit, son, you’re doing great,” he says with more deep moans. What can I say? I’m a natural. 

I keep sucking his cock as he says, “Son, I’m gonna cum.” He stops me from continuing. “Want to see something amazing?” my father asks. My ass gets excited. 

He lifts my legs over his shoulders, and he leans down and starts kissing me more. He slips his now wet cock into my tight ass. “Damn, son, you’re so tight,” he says. He starts to go deeper inside of me. I begin to let out a deep moan. “Damn, dad, that hurts,” I tell him. “Relax, son, let your ass loosen up a bit,” he says to me. 

He finally puts the last of his dick up my ass. “Fuck, that’s shit hurts,” I repeat myself. “Don’t worry, it’ll feel good soon, trust me,” he says with a grin on his face.

Oh God, was he right because seconds after, my ass is begging for him to go faster. “Oh fuck yeah,” I scream out. “Dad, you can go faster now,” I tell him, so he does just that. “You’re a little slut for your dad’s cock, aren’t you?” I grab his tight ass while guiding his cock into my ass. “Want me to breed your ass?” he asks. “Fuck yeah, dad, breed your own son’s ass.”

I start to jerk my dick faster as my dad shoots his load of cum into my ass. The warmth of his cum hitting my prostate gets me to shoot my load of cum all over my upper abs. 

My dad starts to pull his dick out of my ass and bends over to taste my cum. “That shit tastes good, son,” he tells me. “Can I taste some?” I ask him. He scoops some of my cum off my abs and offers it to me. “I meant yours, sexy.” I slap his hand. He starts to laugh.

He rims my ass, his cum all over his mouth. He leans in to kiss me as I taste the leftovers around his mouth. It tastes salty and creamy. “It does taste good. Anymore?” I ask. “No, but maybe you can taste some more in round two,” he tells me. “Next round, I want to fuck your ass, dad,” I tell him. “I don’t usually bottom for guys,” he says. “Well, maybe you’ll like your son’s cock inside you.” he lays himself next to me. “Sounds kinda hot when I think about it,” he says. 

I snuggle next to him, falling asleep in his strong arms. 

In Romania, the DSS, better known as the Securitate, the secret police, spread fear and terror long enough until the 1989 revolution took place. Even after that, its long shadow remained as SRI to this day.

In a puritanical mood, homosexuality was punishable and had to be lived out in secret. But that didn’t stop officers of the DSS from living it out.

Socialist Republic of Romania, late May 1977

Generalmaior Gheorghe Mihailescu held an important position in the Securitate and accordingly had to make many decisions and take responsibility. Hence his tension and at times extremely bad mood. He was 45 years old, had black hair and blue eyes.

No one knew, or at least pretended, that he had been having an affair, or even a relationship, with his 31-year-old aide Locotenent Tudor Cartianu for some time now.

Officially following Ceausescu’s line, homosexuality was condemned as a foul decadence of the West, corrosive in socialism. However, Gheorghe had no problem dealing with this contradiction, saying one thing and living the other. Nothing about it. He needed and wanted sex with men. It made him happy and filled him up – literally.

Tudor noticed the pressure his lover was under as the two of them sat in Gheorghe’s office. He eyed him intensely.

“What’s the matter?”, Gheorghe growled.

“You’re in dire need of relaxation, Ghiu! Maybe we both need a change? I have an idea,” Tudor purred.

“What is it?”, Gheorghe asked suspiciously.

“Locotenent Emiliu Brancovici, who is also a . . . good friend, has given me to understand that he finds you extremely attractive. Maybe a threesome would be of interest to you? if you were into in a threesome? I could arrange that.”

Gheorghe gave him a look as if he thought he was insane. Nevertheless, he immediately felt arousal and an immense pull in his loins.

“I see you would be ready. I know you very well, Gheorghe!’

“Of! OK! Well! Let’s try it! Discreet, yes?” Gheorghe was nervous. Hopefully he didn’t make a fatal mistake.

The big event was supposed to take place on the first Saturday in June. Gheorghe had his own house near Piteşti, where he could do whatever he wanted undisturbed.

He was excited, dressed in civilian clothes but barefoot. That Emiliu was also a member of the DSS and he had studied his file extensively. He had told Tudor that they should both come in uniform, as that made Gheorghe very excited.

31-year-old Emiliu finally arrived – along with Tudor. They wore their uniforms, with the blue patches on the collar and the blue border on the cap. Both complemented each other perfectly. Tudor, light brown hair, green eyes, Emiliu, black hair, dark brown eyes. Both slim and handsome, as Gheorghe liked them to be. Emiliu was very nervous.

“It is a great honour for me to meet you personally, Comrade Generalmaior Mihailescu!” He kissed Gheorghe’s hand. That made him semi-hard.

“Call me Gheorghe. We’re on our own.”

“Mulțumesc, Gheorghe!”

Gheorghe took them to his spacious bedroom, tastefully furnished and containing a double bed. Tudor took Gheorghe in his arms after removing his cap and kissed him. Their mouths opened and their tongues curled around each other. They sunk into the sultriness and wetness of each other’s mouths. Now Gheorghe was rock hard and he could feel Tudor’s erection as he rubbed lustfully against his abdomen.

Still shy, Emiliu grabbed Gheorghe from behind, rubbed his hard cock against Gheorghe’s butt, then licked and kissed his neck. He also bit down lightly, pinching but not hurting.

Tudor first stripped off his clothes from his upper body, then unbuttoned Gheorghe’s shirt while Emiliu stripped off the top clothes as well. Tudor turned Gheorghe in Emilius’ direction. In his arms, Gheorghe received his stimulating kisses as his tongue explored his mouth. After that he pinched Gheorghe’s nipples and then sucked on them. They became hard and stiff. Tudor caressed Gheorghe’s back with fingers and tongue and teeth. He moaned and groaned deeply. He shuddered and got goosebumps.

Tudor opened Gheorghe’s trousers from behind and pulled them down, along with his underpants. He parted his cheeks and licked the slit until his tongue reached his anus. With great devotion he licked and nibbled it, repeatedly poking the tip of his tongue into it. Gheorghe’s knees were beginning to weaken. Emiliu knelt in front of him and licked his dripping glans. He took him in his mouth up to the hilt. Suckled and nibbled on him. He kept thrusting into Emiliu’s throat while clawing at his hair. Tudor skillfully fucked him with his versatile tongue. He squirted down Emilius’ throat, who swallowed eagerly and then licked Gheorghe’s dick clean.

Both then directed Gheorghe onto the bed. Emiliu and Tudor frantically undressed the rest. Tudor lay then on the bed, on his back, and pulled Gheorghe onto him, who found himself resting with his back on Tudor’s chest. He was still dripping wet from Tudor’s rimming, but nonetheless he slipped two more fingers into Gheorghe’s body that made him groan. He felt Tudor’s boner twitching and throbbing against his hole. He thrust his hips up and was inside him. Gheorghe felt well stuffed and cried out with lust.

Emiliu worked Gheorghe’s cock until it was erect again and then mounted and dropped on him until he was lustfully impaled by Gheorghe. He was bouncing up and down violently as Tudor kept thrusting into him. He soon erupted inside him and Gheorghe felt a trembling double wave of orgasm as he shot his cum inside Emiliu.

  Vai de mine! Gheorghe loved being taken like that. Tudor slid out of him and Emiliu down from him. Gheorghe was flipped onto his stomach in a flash and over his shoulder he saw Emiliu forcefully ramming his cock into his throbbing hole. Man, did he have self-control! He’d come earlier when he’d blown Gheorghe, but that he’d been able to contain himself for so long?

Gheorghe clutched the pillow with a groan while Emiliu fucked him hard, grunting wildly. He would probably be a bit sore afterwards and loved it. He enjoyed Tudor’s semen seeping out of him sticky and now Emilius’s jizz spilled hot inside him as Gheorghe splashed onto the sheets. This ecstasy and euphoria was almost too much.

After that, Emiliu slid down to Gheorghe’s butt and ran his tongue over his asshole. Vai de mine! He licked it clean there with relish, making ecstatic noises.

After that, the three of them snuggled together, sweaty, smelling intensely of musk and wonderfully sticky. Gheorghe hadn’t slept that well in a long time.

As I slowly undid his shirt buttons, I exposed his masculine chest with its dark patch of hair in the middle, trailing down his defined abs to start thickening under his navel. His bulging jeans indicated to me how excited he was. Not excited as I was, for sure. I was dying to sample what was inside that bulge.

Around his neck was a gold chain and a pendant. I stared at the pendant as I rubbed my hand over his crotch feeling his hardness under the fabric. The pendant was made of silver or platinum—I could never tell which is which; the shape was familiar and it took me a few seconds to recognize the one half of the yin-yang symbol. In the middle of the circular end, there gleamed a black crystal, like an eye, dazzling in its blackness with all the silvery shine around it.

I was mesmerized. When I glanced up at his face, there was a smirk and a wink. He reached to grab my chin and pull my head up to plaster his wet lips on mine, his tongue probing into my mouth. Moaning, I sucked on the hot tongue feeling his hands groping my butt cheeks and pulling me tighter into him. We kissed what it seemed to me forever, and I never wanted it to end. The slobbering and sucking and tonguing put my whole body on fire as we pressed on each other and as his engorged member prodded my belly, throbbing, insistent, lustful.

Still in the throes of kissing, we managed to get naked. His body emanated such heat, almost fever high, burning my skin, melting me inside his arms. I wallowed in his embrace, with his hands roaming all over my back, his mouth all over my face, his hard cock all over my crotch and belly.

Ever so slowly, he turned me around and spooned me. His cock slid between my thighs and nestled inside my crack, pulsating, alive. I pressed back into his hug and moved my hips on his crotch, feeling his thick pubes tickling my butt cheeks. His gruff beard grazed my nape and shoulder as he licked and sucked on my neck, his lips and tongue roaming all over my skin with abandon. I could feel his pendant grating against my skin, making me shiver. In contrast, his hands worked their way up and down my bare chest, fondling my nipples, massaging my skin, soft and gentle, as opposed to the masculine scraping of his beard against my neck and his pendant against my back. The mixture between masculinity and gentleness turned me into jelly in his arms. I could feel his heartbeats against my back as he pressed into me, totally owning me.

“You’re adorable, baby,” he whispered in my ear as he licked and bit at the lobe.

I moaned.

“I want you. Bad,” he added, moving his hips round, grinding on my butt, his cock insistent and impatient. I could feel the knob locating my hole and prodding. I wondered if he wanted to fuck me like this, standing up. It would be difficult for him to penetrate. He had greased both his cock and my hole already and I was certain he was intending to fuck. And I needed for him to fuck. But standing up? I had never been fucked in this position, which, in spite of my concern, made me want him more.

Grabbing my throat with his big hand, the other hand moving down to grab his hard rod, he pushed against my sphincter. I grunted at the pain. I tried to relax, but my hole shut tight against the invading man cock.

“Let me in, baby,” came the impatient voice from behind. “Open up for me.” Oh how I wanted to. To open up and suck his cock in and then to squeeze around it and milk it with all the force I was able to employ.

I wanted to. Badly. I craved for him to enter me. To fuck me. Deep. I needed his manhood inside me. I was aching for the hard cock to stretch my tunnel and massage my spots.

“I’m trying,” I groaned, the pressure on my hole increasing. I grabbed his hand that was clutching my throat and tried to will myself to loosen up.

“Just relax, pretty baby,” he goaded me, licking my neck. I shivered like a fucking leaf.

He let go of his cock and wrapped his arm around my waist, tightening his hold on my throat. I could feel the knob right at my hole, pressing, knocking to enter. With a heave, he thrust hard. I screamed; he penetrated the ring. I felt like I was being split in half. I wanted to beg for him to pull out. His cock was the biggest I had ever taken up my butt. The head mushroomed, thinned a bit under the ridge, and then thickened to an incredible girth, the middle of the shaft just about as thick as my wrist.

He moved his hand from my throat to my mouth, covering it, stifling my expected scream as he forced his thick cock deeper and deeper into me. I thought it would never end. I had estimate the length at probably 8 inches or even more since his thick pubes covered the base like a crown. There could have been one or two inches of cock still hidden in those pubes. He kept the pressure until the tickling of his bush against my butt told me that he was balls deep. He grinded on me. I could feel his hips moving round and round in circles, waiting for me to accommodate the huge monster of a cock. I almost fainted from the excruciating pain and the ecstatic sensations running up and down my body.

I reached back to grab his butt, my hands cupping the two hairy mounds, feeling the muscles ripple as he grinded against me. He started to pull out, but the pain of the thick shaft pulling on my ass lips was so enormous that I pushed him back in with my hands.

“Hurt?” he mumbled into my ear, still spooning me tight, still deep inside me.

I nodded, unable to speak.

“A lot?”

I nodded again. Tears were streaming down my face. He turned my head and leaned around to lick the tears and suck on my lips. I felt my sphincter and tunnel relax around his cock and I released the pressure I my hands had put on his butt. He moved out, sliding with some difficulty, but the pain had receded. Now I was craving for him to fuck.

“Oh, yeah, babe,” he moaned, biting my shoulder as I spasmed around his cock. The fucking was slow and deep, but nothing like gentle. This was a masculine man, with a huge and rock-hard dick, fucking a tight hole. No hesitation. No maybe’s. Serious man fucking.

The tempo increased. The grunting got louder. Our bodies were slick with sweat. I heaved and squirmed. He pounded, grunting out loud. I met his thrusts with constricting my ass muscles, massaging his shaft. It didn’t take more than a ew minutes for him to explode with a scream of his own as I squirted out onto the floor, squeezing on his pulsating thick cock base with my ring muscle, milking him for the last drop of his love juice.

As we settled into some kind of normalcy, he slowly pulled out of my screaming ass and turned me around to him, kissing my lips wantonly. I wanted to thank him. I wanted to tell him how much I valued his semen inside my guts. I squeezed my hole hard to prevent his juice from seeping out, but in vain. He had stretched it so wide that I felt the warmth and stickiness of his man cum sliding down my thighs.

He pushed me away a little, to reach down and into his pants pocket, taking something out that I couldn’t see.

“I love you, baby,” he said, a wide smile on his beautiful face, a naughty glint in his intensely black eyes. With a quick move, he raised both arms and slipped something around my neck. To my surprise as I looked down, it was a chain similar to the one he was wearing, but the pendant hanging from it was made from some kind of a shiny black metal. Obsidian? No, it felt like a metal rather than a rock. The shape, I noticed, was the other half of the pendant he was wearing, the Yin to his Yang. A sparkling white crystal marked the eye in contrast to the black crystal on his pendant.

“You are my Yang, babe,” he smirked.

From my scant knowledge about Chinese culture, I knew that yin-yang symbolized the existence of inseparable but contradictory opposites, the yin represented masculinity, the yang femininity. So I was the feminine in this relationship. I felt myself glowing, proud, that he considered me his other half.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time,” he said as he slobbered on my mouth and face. “I’ve been waiting to find my yang, baby. You’re it! You’re so fucking it!”

I grabbed his head with both hands, holding it still, to plant a sealing kiss on his hot lips, my breath taken away, my heart thrumming inside my chest, every nerve of my body tingling. He held me tight in his arms. Inseparable. His. Our pendants glued to each other. My yang and his yin bound into one.

Troy Monroe looked anxiously down at his keyboard. He glanced left, then right across the classroom noticing the other college students busily taking notes. Troy stared at his laptop; all it did was whirl and whine but did nothing else.

Frantically Troy hit control-alt-delete, hoping the computer would do something. It simply buzzed and churned but his typing did not appear on his notes program.

He raised his hand, waving towards the Professor.

“Yes, Mr. Monroe what is it?” The professor asked.

“Sir, my computer is locked up and I can’t get my notes program to work. Can you repeat what you said after the Ottoman Empire’s collapse?”

“I can repeat some of it, but if you can’t get the laptop to work, I think you should get out a pencil and paper.”

Finally, the words Troy had written a minute ago flowed across the program’s white sheet.

“Oh, it’s a bit better now Professor but it’s still really chugging along.”

“If I was you, I would take the laptop down to the IT services building and see if they can take a look at it.” The Professor returned to the white board and started reiterating his last couple of ideas again.

“Catch up, Troy.”

The young man typed as fast he as could, but the computer still intermittently froze and stopped filling the program with the professor’s thoughts. In desperation, Troy took out a pencil and paper and started jotting down the class notes.

He raised his hand again, getting the attention of the Professor.

“Yes, Mr. Monroe, what is it now?”

“Sir, do you know if the computer IT lab is open tonight? Class doesn’t let out until 7PM?”

“Yes, it’s open to 9. May I continue?” The professor sounded a bit perturbed.

After class Troy hurried to the library. Before he let anyone look at his laptop, he wanted to clean it up a bit. No sense letting someone see all the stuff he did on it besides his homework.

He found a secluded nook in a long aisle of books and sat down. He took his laptop out of his bag and turned it on. It took minutes for it to churn and whine, but eventually the screen cleared. First, he needed to get rid of a few games; uninstalling them he would add them back after he got back from the computer lab. Next, he found some folders of jpgs that he knew he had to delete!! And finally, he dumped his browser’s cache, and then emptied the recycle bin.

“There, that makes it clean as a whistle.” Troy thought to himself.

He checked the clock on the laptop; it was 8:30 PM. Still, plenty of time to drop off his computer at the IT lab and see if they could find anything wrong with his computer.

Troy hustled over to the computer lab department. It was a walk across campus and the night air was chilly and the windy was gusting.

He entered the building, heading for the basement where the lab sprawled. Most of the lights were off and many corridors were dark. He found a wall map and followed it down a series of twisting and convoluted hallways. He came to a large glass door, peering through it he saw one guy at a desk working feverishly on a large desktop computer.

Hours of operation on the door said that the lab was open until 8 PM on Fridays.

“Damn! I am too late,” Troy bemoaned to himself.

He knocked on the glass door and tested it the door was still unlocked.

“We’re closed, but will be open tomorrow at 9 AM,” the man called out but did not look up from his computer that he was working on.

“I was wondering if I could drop off my laptop and someone look at it. It’s been acting really weird, and it keeps freezing and locking up.”

“Sure, I guess we can do that for you. Come in and fill out this form.” The older man, perhaps in his mid to late 20s, stopped and looked up to Troy. The guy checked his watch and gazed around the empty room. The lab was deserted, most of the rooms dark.

“I guess we are the last two in the department for tonight.” The guy said nonchalantly.

“Yeah, this place is a ghost town. I didn’t see anyone upstairs either. Not even the cleaning crew is around tonight it seems.”

“So, what is wrong with your laptop?”

“It keeps freezing up; I wonder if it is the hard drive.”

The other guy looked Troy over and licked his lips, “I think you got a great hard drive.”

“What’s that?” Troy said as he busily took the laptop out of his backpack.

“Oh, I mean you never know about hard drives…. Sometimes you just need to work them over a bit and they are ready to go.”

“My name is Jonny, by the way. And your name is Troy Monroe?” The man said looking over the form Troy had hastily filled out.

“Why don’t you come back to my office, and we can look at your laptop right away. Maybe there is something I can do for you tonight.” Jonny stood up and walked to the rear of the lab talking as he turned on the lights as he went.

Troy followed, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder, and followed him into the recesses of the empty laboratory. They went down several corridors to the rear of the lab and finally entered a large office.

Inside were racks of computers and peripherals. A large desk and against the wall a beat-up old sofa laid.

“So, let’s see what is going on with your laptop. Power it up and type in the PIN so I can play around with it a bit.”

“Its an old laptop, but it does what I need it to do.” Troy sat on the couch and took out his laptop and fiddled with it until the startup screen appeared. With deft knowledge of the PIN, Troy filled in and then passed it to Jonny.

Jonny took it to his desk and hooked up a USB mouse. With it installed, he began opening and closing windows and control panels.

“You really use your browser. You have all sorts of sites in here.”

“I do? I thought I deleted my browsers history and cache.” Troy gulped thinking of the many different sites he had gone to. He jumped up off the sofa and quickly walked over to Jonny and the laptop.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I don’t go around telling people what students do. You can trust me.”

“Damn! Thanks, there might be some sites on there that I went to once or twice, by accident, mind you. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea what I do on the laptop.”

“You look like you have visited quite a bit of porn sites?”

“Shit! I thought I had deleted the cache…. I mean, what I mean…Damn! I thought I had gotten ridden of that. Sorry!”

“Hey! It’s no big deal. I can clean things up for you and make this laptop good as new.”

“That would be great.”

“By the way, what kind of porn do you like?”

“What!?!” There was a long pause as Troy looked at Jonny shocked and a bit taken back. “Oh I like all kinds, I guess.”

“Do you like gay porn?”

“Oh I like to watch some lesbians go at it, sure!”

“No, I mean do you like to watch two guys fucking each other?”

“Wow! I never watched anything like that.”

“Here let me show you something.” Jonny typed a URL into Troy’s laptop, and then clicked on several screens and pull-down menus. “Watch this!”

On the screen two young twinks caressed and fondled each other. A tall skinny guy proceeded to go down on a much smaller, tanned younger man. Fondling his cock, the taller man started to savagely suck on his shaft. The two entangled themselves in carnal lust, fingering and fucking each other to the sounds of grunting, moaning, and exclamations to the Lord.

“How do you like that?” Jonny asked Troy.

“God! That is so hot.” Troy replied.

“So, what is your type?” Jonny quizzed the younger man.

“My type?”

“Yeah, what kind of guy turns you on? Like, I am into young, skinny guys …. Mostly those wearing glasses.” Jonny whispered as he seductively pushed Troy’s frames up his small perky nose.

“Uhm…. Well, I never thought about it.” Troy continued to watch as the two young men kissed and grappled with one another. The smaller of the two guys finally lay on his back, while the other pushed his legs up to his head. Grabbing his cock, he thrust his cock into the other’s glory hole, pushing softly at first then rapidly grinding hard into the man.

“I like my men, athletic…” Troy returned his gaze to Jonny, looking him up and down slowly, “with a hot tan.”

The video ended on the laptop, with the two men sweating, panting, and kissing.

“Do you want to watch another one?” Jonny asked Troy.

“Sure…. Or we can make one of our own?”

“I would like that…” Jonny said closing the lid on the laptop and slowly touched Troy.

Troy tilted his head to one side, kissing Jonny’s hand as he caressed his cheek.

Jonny stuck his two fingers into Troy’s mouth, the younger man began to lick and suck them. Jonny’s other hand moved down Troy’s chest, stomach and to his belt. With deft hand, he undid his belt and zipper with one hand and peeled Troy’s pants over his round rump. Pulling his fingers from his mouth, Jonny took both hands and tugged his boxer shorts down.

With a grin Jonny gazed upon Troy’s throbbing cock. Lowering himself down he took it into his mouth and began to suck and lick the pulsating shaft.

“Oh God, that feels so good. Don’t stop.” Troy moaned, as he grasped Jonny’s head in both hands and rocked it back and forth.

With a deft tongue, Jonny worked his mouth over the young man’s cock bringing him quickly to explode a wad of his load into his wanting mouth.

“Get over on the sofa!” Jonny demanded of Troy. The young man complied; sliding out of his pants and underwear he mounted the sofa and looked over his shoulder waiting for Jonny.

Jonny unhitched his belt and slid his zipper down, pushing his pants to his knees. He aggressively mounted Troy, sliding his cock into the younger man’s asshole. Troy white knuckled the sofa and waited for the impending pleasure.

Slamming his cock into his ass, Jonny drove home with everything he could muster. Each thrust was met with a bark and a moan from Troy. The younger man’s glasses slowly rocked down his nose, finally flying across the room from the pounding of his ass.

“I’m going to bury a load of cum in you.”

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard….” Troy moaned.

Grasping Troy’s shoulder, Jonny pulled back to the rocking of his hard massive cock against his plump round ass. He thrust and pushed, feeling his meat cleave deep into the younger man’s tender body.

Each thrust made Troy moan louder.

Grabbing his shoulders with both hands, Jonny thrust one final time then exploded pulling out just in time for the load of cum to shower Troy’s sweat stained back. Releasing him, Troy sagged on to the couch, over stimulated and exhausted from the bronco riding, glory hole fucking Jonny had given him.

Out of breath, Troy gulped air then mewed. “God! That felt good. Can I fuck you!?!”

Jonny waited for Troy to stand up on wobbly legs, and then took the sofa; lying on his back he spread his legs. Lifting them over his head, Troy looked down on cock, balls, and asshole. Feeling his shaft with one hand, he pumped his dick until it was large and stiff.

“I want to fuck you so bad!” Troy purred as he stuck his dick up the older man’s ass. He lowered himself between his spread legs and began to feverishly kiss the man’s tits and neck. Jonny’s head lulled over the seat of the sofa. Troy’s cock found Jonny’s sweet spot and he pumped the older man as hard as he could muster. The two locked together rocked the sofa for minutes of carnal sex.

“Cum inside me!” Jonny moaned.

Troy thrust hard as he could, like a piston on a hot engine he throttled Jonny. With legs quivering from both excitement and fatigue, he exploded into the man feeling his load of cum spray deep inside him.

Without a hint of thought, both men rolled against each other coming into a perfect sixty-nine position. Jonny licked his lips looking at the other’s cock throbbing inches from his face, while Troy immediately opened his mouth for Jonny’s prick.

Both men sucked each other off again. Jonny having more experience, he knew exactly how to make the younger man cum. He waited patiently for Troy to make him explode into his mouth.

“God! That was great, Jonny!”

“I enjoyed it immensely…I just wish we could do it again.”

Jonny stood up and gathered his clothes. Putting on his shirt again, he continued to watch Troy as he did the same.

“I think your laptop needs a new hard drive…I suggest you come back here tomorrow and we can install one again, or better yet why not come to my house and I can show you my computers.”

“That sounds like a great plan. Maybe you can show me around.”

“I have a room that I need to show you.”

“Is it full of computers?”

“You can say that. It’s got some big screen TVs and it’s full of electronic gadgets and gizmos.”

“I would love to see that.”

The End

A fantasy tale of traveling alone on a dark highway and wanting some company.

I had been driving long run truck routes for a few years now. Coast to coast, border to border on the back roads of the states.

We take the back roads because we encounter less humanity, less governmental restrictions. And being private contractors we haul let’s say things government agencies might take issue with.

I was on a long haul through the great smokey mountains of Tennessee on a hot August night. I was driving a big van on this trip, that made it a little nicer, and cooler than a big rig. Kinda like a motor home with no windows, all black and kinda like somethingout of a movie. It was getting late and driving alone we know to stop and rest so we have no issues. I was on a pretty secluded road, and I saw a nice place to pull over and rest.

I climbed in back and settled in.

I had been sleeping comfortably for hours when there was a pounding on the door.

I grabbed my 9mm from the lock box, checked the cameras to see who was there.

He looked all of 17, 18…very skinny, 5′ 6″ maybe, shaggy shoulder length hair.

I opened the back door “can I help you boy”

I asked. “Sorry Sir, I didn’t know if anyone was in there” he stammered…”what are you doing way out here, there’s nothing around here for 100s of miles” I asked. “I was kicked out of the home because I just turned 18” he said.

“I’ve been walking for a few days, and I’m thirsty, and hungry” he continued.

“Well, sounds like you have a problem young man” I said smiling. In my mind I was salivating, he was 18, legal and all.

I wasn’t into Minors, fuck that. But an 18 year old that looks like a young man or girl….I can definitely do that.

“Look kid, I can help, but it ain’t free” I said. “I’m broke mister” he said. “I’m sure we can figure something out, come to some agreement” I said.

I opened the back door and let the boy in.

He grabbed a seat on the bench. I pulled out a couple water bottles and a sandwich from the cooler and gave it to him. He downed a bottle of water and tore into the sandwich.

He finished his sandwich, and the second bottle of water and leaned back and was dozing off. I figured if I let him sleep and I could check things out. He fell asleep pretty quickly.

As he laid there sleeping I studied his body.

Small, petite almost. He has a sweet young female figure. I traced his thigh to his slender hips, flat stomach, I started sliding my hand down to his almost flat crotch…I could feel a small cock. I guess I rubbed a little too much as the boy jumped up. “No!” He said “I’m not gay” he continued.

“Relax boy” I said. “Look son, I said we would have to come to an agreement on that food, drinks and a safe bed.” I continued

“Look mister, I can’t, I’ve never done anything like this” he said shaking.. “the way I see it there are two ways that this is going to play out” I continued “either you’re going to undo your pants and let me see that little cock of yours, or I will take your pants off myself and see that little cock of yours” I said firmly. Reaching for my wallet I could see the indecision in is eyes…

I took a $100.00 bill from my wallet, put it in the palm of my hand and placed it on his cock. He took the money from under my hand, leaving my hand on his crotch.

He started to stand and slowly unbutton his pants…”Nice and slow boy, I want to enjoy this” one by one he popped his 501 buttons.

I could see he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

As he got to the last button his pants fell to the ground. He stood there for me to see…

He was almost hairless, his cock was thin and short. I reached out to fondle it and he jumped “relax boy” i said and continued to fondle his little cock. It was soft, and pink.

I slid my hand between his legs and pulled him forward swallowing his little cock in my mouth, again he jumped and tried to pull back, I just held him tight and continued sucking. His little cock was growing in my mouth. His moans intensified, I could tell he has never been sucked. His little cock was hard as steel and about 4 inches.

I slowed down and asked “you ok boy, you enjoying yourself” “yes sir” he said.

“Undo my pants” I said. He looked at me with an almost fearful look and started undoing my belt. I leaned back so he could undo them easily. He did my belt, slowly undid my button, lowered my zipper and stopped…”keep going, take it out” I demanded

He hesitated and grabbed my cock. I could see on his face he was in a daze of should I or shouldn’t I…he pulled me out and softly rubbed it. His eyes opened wide as he got a look of my cock. I’m not huge, but I have a great cock. Strong 7 inches, thick shaft and a fat mushroom head. “Go ahead, put your mouth on it like I did to yours” I said “I can’t sir, I just can’t” he said. “Sure you can, just lick it softly, touch it” I said to him. I put my hand on the back of his neck and slowly pulled him forward to my cock. He licked the shaft softly. He put the head in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

I push his head down on my cock more and he gagged pulling up. I laughed, “easy boy, just relax” I said lifting my hips and pulling my pants off the rest of the way. I pulled him back down towards my hardening cock. He swallowed more this time. He really started getting into it. My hands were exploring his soft body, he was hairless from head to toe with just a little pubic hair. I fondled his ass cheeks, he really seemed to like that as he moaned while sucking my cock. I started to spread his cheeks so I could see his hole better, this made him stop sucking me and look up with total fear in his eyes. I think he realized that this wasn’t stopping at a blow job. I pushed his head back down on my cock again, licked my finger and started massaging his tight pink virgin hole. He was moaning, squirming his ass, almost pushing back on my finger. My cock was rock hard at this point and he was struggling with it. I could tell he was starting to enjoy himself as he was trying to get more and more in his mouth…I pulled him up and positioned him on my lap. I kissed him forcefully and he didn’t pull away, he kinda went limp letting me have my way with him. I kissed him, fondled his body. I know he was intrigued because he was starting to grind his hips in my cock that was standing hard between his ass cheeks.

We kissed for a bit longer and I decided it’s time, I’m going to de-flower this young man.

I rolled him off of me and laid him on his back, ass on the edge of the bed and knelt down between his legs. His little cock still hard. I put my tongue to his asshole and started working it. I could tell he was really loving it. He was moaning, twisting and turning…I figured the time was right, I slid my pinky finger in breaking the seel on his virgin ass. He jerked back…”Sir, I can’t, I’ve never done this, it’s going to hurt” he said.

“Yes it will boy” I said. “But I will take my time and you will enjoy yourself” I continued.

He laid back again getting as comfortable as he could…I slid my pinky all the way in and he let out a muffled scream. I pulled it back out and slid it back in. I did this for a few times, then switched to my middle finger and he noticed…his moans were getting louder, his body was twisting and squirming. I reached in the bedside drawer and grabbed my lube.

I sprayed some on his hole and my finger, sliding it back in all the way. He enjoyed that.

I lowered my head taking his rock hard little cock in my mouth and he jumped. He arched his back as I worked a second finger in his asshole. I probed his insides with my fingers as I continued to suck his cock. I knew he wasn’t going to last but I didn’t care. I sucked and finger him till he screamed out shooting ropes of cum down my throat. His cum was sweet and hot. I kept sucking and fingering him till he was dry of his juice. I sat up, gently lifting both his legs to my shoulders, I leaned in and kissed him softly. “I’m going to fuck you now, I’m going to bury my cock in you and you are going to love it” I whispered.

“Please sir, I’m a virgin, it’s going to hurt” he said “yes, yes it will, and my cum will flow through you making your asshole mine” I continued “please sir” he started as I placed my cock at the entrance to his tiny tight pink hole…once again he begged “please sir, I can’t” and with that I popped his cherry, and stuffed my thick mushroom head in his asshole. He jerked up but I was holding him tight, he could move anywhere. “Relax, that’s just the tip” I said. Tears were forming in is eyes, I slid more of my cock in. His tears started running down his cheeks…I grabbed the lube and sprayed more on my cock shaft and is asshole. I slid more and more in him.

I could see the pain level was intense for him. I let him adjust a bit to the size in him. As he closed his eyes and continued to cry I decided it was time…I slid out a bit, and slammed balls deep in his virgin ass. He screamed like a school girl, tears ran down his face. I held him steady and let his asshole feel my girth. I slid back out a little and back in. I was going slowly so he could adjust to the pain. I leaned in whispering “your ass is mine now boy, I am going to impregnate you and your going to love it” and started working my cock in and out. I hadn’t had a virgin in a long time, he was so tight it was heaven.

He was crying like a child who had his favorite toy taken from him but I just kept fucking him. I could tell he was changing, his tears were drying up, and his moaning had intensified, he was starting to move his hips.

I kept my pace up pretty good pounding him.

I slowed and removed my cock, I started to roll him over on his stomach, placed a pillow under him so his ass was up ready for anything…I stood up behind him and lined up my cock to his hole and slammed it deep.

He lunged forward a bit then to my surprise he wiggled his ass backwards so his ass took all of me. I continued working is ass knowing I was going to cum soon. I pounded him hard so he knew I was in charge. I could hear his moans as I pummeled his young prostate.

I reached under and felt his little cock and it was hard again and leaking cum. I pumped his ass and his cock simultaneously.

He tensed up and came once again and I knew what to do. I sped up my pace and was fucking him like he was a whore. I felt my balls tingling, my rod pulsating and rammed one last deep thrust filling his ass with my seed. I kept pumping my cum in his ass.

Thrust after thrust I pounded him.

I slowed allowing my cock to pop out. I slid my fingers in his hole scooping my cum up and raised it to his mouth and made him clean my fingers. He did so to my delight.

I leaned back and took a deep breath and to my surprise my little friend rolled forward and started licking my cock and cleaning it up.

He was really working it, I started getting hard again and in no time I shot another load deep into his mouth. He continued eating it all down, continued to clean my cock and then slid up on my chest to rest.

We laid there and dozed off to sleep.

I wasn’t sure how long we slept but I was waking up and he was still lying on me, head on my lap. His soft body was like nothing I’ve had. He was like a little girl I used to fuck when I was a teen. She was in her 20s and could pass for 13. He had much of the same attributes. Feminine curved hips, flat stomach, high tight butt cheeks. I was thinking as he laid there sleeping. If I put him in pigtails, and a little dress, maybe some light makeup he would be a perfect little sissy slut.

I started stroking my cock again as it started getting hard thinking about my new little toy all dressed up and worshipping my cock. I slid my hand down his back as he laid on me, finding his ass, I slip my finger in his crack and massaged his hole. He squirmed on me twitching slightly as to say yes sir, enter me. I found the lube, squirted some on my hand and worked my finger deep in his asshole again. He looked up at me and started sliding up my body so he was sitting on my lap. My cock was hard and sitting nicely between his ass cheeks…he lifted up some so I could position my cock at his hole, he leaned in and kissed me softly…and sat all the way down on my cock…he screamed and tears ran down his face but he smiled and stared lifting up and slamming back down, I knew I owned this boy know. He bounced like a slut up and down on my cock till I tightened up and filled his ass again with my seed.

He sat there for a moment with his head on my chest and my cock still in him. As my cock softened and poped out of his ass he rolled off. I stood up and went into the bathroom to clean up.

I came out and started getting dressed, and told him to as well.

“Where can I drop you boy” I said

“I have nowhere to go, I don’t have anyone or anything” he said softly. “Can I ride with you for a while?” He asked with sad puppy dog eyes. “Look boy, you ride with me we will have to discuss your future and what you’re willing to do for me” I said “anything sir” he replied smiling.

I thought to myself, he has no fucking idea what he just agreed to…

We got in the front of the truck and started heading out.

I looked over at him, he was staring out the window with a little smile on his face.

Yeah, I own him now.

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I hope you enjoyed this tale. And you got just as hard as I did writing it. The open road is full of surprises, and I can’t wait to see where this story goes.