Author: admin

Carrie had always treated me like her little sister, even though we were only third cousins. Though she was only two years older than I was and not of exceptional physical stature, I had allowed her to dominate me for as long as I could remember. Not that she was exceptionally cruel or abusive in any way. It was just that she seemed to realize I was different, long before I myself knew. I could never remember her treating me like a boy. By the time I reached my teens, I was wearing her clothes at any available opportunity, with her permission and no small measure of encouragement. In our secret world, we talked about boys, makeup and fashion, just like two real girls.

Naturally, our unusual relationship eventually turned fully intimate, but Carrie only ever allowed me to pleasure her as if we were both real girls. That meant – when we were ‘lesbian’ loving – I was forced to grip my cock between my clenched thighs, while she licked the base like it were a real pussy and I feasted on the real thing.

I was twenty when I became my cousin’s live in maid. It had been her idea. She was a successful and still single businesswoman and I was a virtual bum, changing lovers and careers as frequently as I changed hair colors. I needed the smack of firm discipline and Carrie needed a live-in help for her new house. I liked to think she had also been missing her ‘little sister’.

Back in our girl world, life was once again perfect, though the rules had changed somewhat. As well as being Carrie’s sister, I was employed as her servant. That meant obeying her rules and submitting my ass to her punishments, whenever my efforts were less than satisfactory. She still spanked me, just as she had done when we were growing up, but now she had far more potent weapons than her right palm in her disciplinary arsenal. Riding whip, cane and paddle – all were wielded with equal buttock burning accuracy. The number of strokes to which I was subjected depended on how vengeful she was feeling. Sometimes, I was punished for no other reason than she felt like giving me a good whacking. Despite the severity of this regime, I considered myself the most privileged person on the planet. How many men were fortunate enough to serve a beautiful woman who was big sister, domineering goddess and lesbian lover, all rolled into one?

I was proud of my devotion and loyalty to my sister, convinced that nothing would ever come between us. Then, Eddie walked into my life!

Carrie and I had always had similar tastes in men, so I could see immediately why she would be attracted to Eddie. He was in his late twenties, tall and blond with clean cut Scandinavian good looks. Ten out of ten, I decided, hating my sister for having ensnared such a stunning stud.

‘Carrie shouldn’t be long,’ I said, ushering him into the lounge. ‘Can I get you something, while you’re waiting?’

‘Coffee would be nice,’ he replied.

As I made my way to the kitchen, I could sense his gaze lingering on my legs, which were sheathed in seamed stockings of dark silk. The short black dress that constituted my maid’s uniform left plenty to appreciate on view. The thought that I was probably giving him a hard-on caused my own cock to swell in my panties.

‘You must be Carrie’s sister,’ he said, when I returned with the coffee, several minutes later.

‘Kirsty,’ I replied, giving him my girl name, seeing no need to tell the truth.

‘I’m Eddie,’ he said.

I smiled. ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you, Eddie. Do you take cream?’

I sure do! I mentally added.

In a matter of minutes, we were chatting like old friends. Eddie was such a charmer, I could not help but viciously envy my sister. Why couldn’t it be me on the receiving end of his undoubtedly delicious cock?

All too soon, Carrie arrived home. As Eddie greeted her with a kiss, she cast a triumphant glance in my direction. As usual, she knew exactly what I was thinking. Bitch!

‘You’ve met Kirsty,’ she said. ‘My cousin. Male cousin!’

After that embarrassing revelation, which was designed to thwart any attraction Eddie might have felt towards me, I doubted I would ever see him again. However, Carrie did not know her lover as well as she thought. Two days later, he paid a surprise return visit.

‘Carrie won’t be home for hours,’ I said, as soon as I had recovered from the shock of seeing him on the doorstep.

The stud smiled. ‘I know. It’s her so-called sister I wanted to see. Can I come in?’

You can cum in me anytime, honey, I was tempted to respond.

‘Of course,’ I replied, struggling to hide my nervousness.

‘Last time I was here, I thought Carrie had a very attractive younger sister,’ he said as I led him into the lounge.

‘Uh, yes, I’m sorry about that,’ I responded, recalling the look that had crossed his face, when she had told him the truth about me.

‘No need to apologize,’ he assured me. ‘You’re very convincing.’

‘I’ll take that as a compliment,’ I smiled. ‘Carrie wouldn’t normally spring a nasty surprise like that, but you obviously thought I was the genuine article and I think she was just a little jealous. Wanted to set you straight, before you did something stupid, like want to fuck me.’

‘She hasn’t done a very good job, then,’ said Eddie. ‘I still think you’re gorgeous. Even more so, now that I know what you really are.’

Though I could scarcely believe what I was hearing, I reacted without hesitation.

‘You’ve got some nerve, I must say!’ I cried. ‘You turn up here, cool as a breeze, pay me a couple of cheap compliments and expect me to throw myself at you, like some cheap tranny slut who’ll fall for any macho poseur with a nice smile and a big bulge in his pants. Well, you know what you can do, Mister?’ I paused for a moment, savoring his shocked expression, then delivered my punchline. ‘You can do whatever you damn well please with this cheap tranny slut. Just don’t stand there staring for too long, in case my conscience gets the better of me.’

Adopting a wide legged stance, hands on hips, I moistened my pink glossed lips invitingly, while Eddie took a few seconds to somewhat regain his composure.

‘My God, you are a real cockteaser!’ he gasped. ‘Just like your sister.’

‘I think you’ll find I’m very different to my big sister, in at least one respect,’ I purred. ‘Now, we both know you haven’t come around for a cup of coffee, so why don’t you…………….?’

My challenge went unfinished as he practically leaped upon me, pinning me to the wall and silencing me with a lip-crushing kiss. While his tongue filled my mouth, his hands clawed frenziedly at my dress, wrenching it up over my hips. Though I made a convincing show of resistance, the last thing I wanted to do was discourage him. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be overpowered and ravaged senseless by that blond brute stallion. Even if I had been less than willing, his lust was so inflamed that he would almost certainly have taken me by force.

This was not the time for sensual niceties, such as adjourning to the bedroom. Eddie made no concessions to loving tenderness as he wrestled me to the floor, ripping off my dress in the process. We tussled for several more minutes, until he finally got a grip on the waistband of my black lace panties and ripped them off, as easily as if they were made of paper. Pinning me, face down, on the carpet, he thrust his right hand down between my thighs and found a tube of throbbing meat that instantly dispelled any doubts that might have remained regarding my need to be taken in the most masterful fashion.

‘You slut, you’ve been wanting it since the minute you saw me!’ he panted, fumbling with the zipper of his jeans.

‘A hard cock never lies,’ I moaned, looking over my shoulder. ‘You……..oh my!’

My gasp was well warranted by what he had just withdrawn from his underwear. Carrie certainly knew how to choose her men. To hell with conscience! This throbbing, eight-inch beauty was much too splendid to be restricted to a real girl.

Carrie had never sucked my cock and I had been with only a few men, but my enthusiasm more than compensated for my lack of experience. Head bobbing between Eddie’s thighs, I fed on his cock like a hungry animal, squeezing his balls and pumping the base between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand.

A few minutes later, I was gulping down my first load of cum in months. I didn’t waste a drop, licking my lips, then licking Eddie’s cock clean.

After that, the bedroom was the only place to go.

My asshole craved cock and Eddie fed me his meat with all the sweaty, rectum-rupturing aggression any feminized queer could desire. After he had fucked me for the first time, my cum slicked asshole gripped his cock until he was ready to fuck me again.

Much later, with our ravenous hunger finally sated, we lay naked among the rumpled white sheets of my bed, our bodies gleaming with perspiration. It had been some considerable time since a man had so totally satisfied me. To say I was impressed would have been an understatement.

‘You’d better have some of that hot cream left for Carrie, otherwise I could be in big trouble,’ I murmured, kissing his blonde thatched chest.

‘She would never suspect I’d been with you,’ he replied. ‘As far as your sister is concerned, I’m a one hundred percent red blooded heterosexual, if somewhat submissive, man.’

‘Submissive!’ I exclaimed, instantly raising my head. ‘Tell me more.’

‘As I’m sure you know, your cousin is quite a dominant lady,’ he said. ‘When it comes to the bedroom, she rules with an iron fist. Her man must learn to play by her rules, or suffer the consequences. I’ll leave the kinky details to your fertile imagination. Can’t see you in spike heeled thigh boots and swinging a whip, Kirsty. But then, perhaps I’ve misjudged you again.’

‘I’m the kind of girl who knows her place and loves it,’ I replied. ‘Does she ever dress you up?’

‘You mean like you?’

I nodded. ‘You could look very sexy in high heels and a short skirt.’

Eddie laughed. ‘That is one idea Carrie has never suggested. It might be fun, though I could never imagine myself cutting as stunning a figure as you.’

‘You might be pleasantly surprised,’ I responded. ‘Shall we find out?’

In the wake of what had already happened between us, he needed little further persuasion. From my underwear drawer, I selected a purple satin Basque, with matching panties of shiny silk, suspenders and dark silk stockings. While Eddie slipped into these, I browsed through the extensive contents of my walk in closet, finally opting for a shimmering white, shoulderless evening dress, slit from ankle almost to thigh top at the back. A short, black silk jacket, string of fake pearls and a pair of my stiletto-heeled shoes completed the clothing stages of his transformation.

Before attending to the important matter of his makeup, I seated him at my dressing table and fitted him with a shoulder length wig of straight, peroxide blonde hair. Like an artist putting the finishing touches to a precious work, I used lipstick of my most whorish red, dark eyeliner, powder and paint to complete the creation of a girl called Eddie. By the time I was finished, he was unrecognizable as the macho stud that had repeatedly stuffed me with my favorite kind of meat. Preening before the mirror, balanced unsteadily on my high heels, he had to agree that he looked absolutely stunning.

‘If I’d known it would look and feel this good, I’d have been putting on panties and lipstick ages ago,’ he said. ‘Where are you going?’

‘Won’t be long,’ I smiled.

When I returned, a few minutes later, he was still admiring himself in the mirror. But the instant he saw what I had become, his attention was all mine. In my sister’s shiny black rubber thigh boots, matching, figure hugging mini dress, spike studded dog collar and elbow length gloves, I looked every inch the stern dominatrix. The riding whip gripped in my right fist was an essential accessory, though one I had no real intention of using. If Carrie were to catch me wearing her clothes without permission, I would be the one feeling the sting of the whip.

‘You look like her twin!’ gasped Eddie.

‘And you look like you’re ready to cum in my panties, you dirty slut,’ I retorted. ‘Well, now you will submit to me, just as you grovel before my Mistress. Is that okay with you?’

‘Uh, yes – yes, of course, Mistress!’ he blurted. ‘I’m completely at your mercy. Just tell me what you want me to do.’

‘Get on the bed and play doggy,’ I snapped.

As he scurried obediently across the room, I could not resist a flick of the whip across his buttocks. Even two layers of thin silk took little of the venom from the sting. With a loud yelp, he grabbed at his right cheek. I was even more surprised that I had actually struck him. Perhaps I was more like Carrie than I had suspected. Could I become an equally vicious vixen, merely by slipping into her kinky second skin?

Eddie trembled, either in fear or anticipation of a further taste of the crop. Despite my newly discovered sense of potency, I was reluctant to subject him to a good thrashing. However, he was not to know that. Planting my right foot on the bed, I commanded him to lick my boot.

As he licked his way slowly up along the expanse of smooth rubber, the crop resting between his shoulder blades, he took full advantage of the view up my dress. As I was not wearing any underwear, my attributes were on full, shameless display.

‘Let me suck your cock, Mistress!’ he pleaded, his tongue only inches from the swollen length.

‘Does my sister have a cock?’ I demanded, cooling his ardor with another whack of the crop across his butt.

‘Of course not!’ he cried. ‘How could she?’

‘A strap-on cock, moron,’ I snapped. ‘Dominant women sometimes like to use such things on their slaves.’

He shook his head. ‘She has a vibrator, but she’s never used it on me. I wish she did have a hard, juicy cock, just like yours. That would make her the perfect Mistress.’

‘Perhaps I am the perfect Mistress then,’ I responded. ‘I have something my sister doesn’t and I want to do something she has never done. You enjoy being a girl, don’t you?’

He nodded eagerly, nuzzling my rubber-sheathed thigh.

‘My first boyfriend taught me a valuable lesson,’ I continued. ‘You’re not really a girl until you’ve taken a cock in both ends. Only by being fucked can you become truly feminine.

‘You want to fuck me?’ He did not sound entirely enamoured of the idea.

‘You’ll love it,’ I promised. ‘I should know.’

Under the circumstances and with my cock only inches from his face, he was prepared to be persuaded. I was the sort of horny slut who, as a rule, preferred to be fucked rather than fuck, but Eddie was bringing out the dominatrix in me.

Like a shy young virgin, he lay passively back on the bed, my riding whip gripped like a rose stem between his teeth, while I peeled off his dress and panties. My rubber dress had ridden halfway up my hips and I saw a mixture of fear and desire in his eyes as he gazed at my stiff cock, which jutted just below the hemline in an extremely businesslike fashion.

‘You want my cock, darling?’ I teased, spreading his thighs with both hands.

He nodded eagerly in response. By the time I had smeared my throbbing tool with a liberal fistful of lube, he was practically begging for it.

Holding my cock in my right fist, I guided the head to his asshole. When he felt me penetrate him, he started to resist, but I wrapped my free arm firmly around his waist.

‘Aaaaaaarrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’ he cried.

‘Now you’re a girl,’ I sneered, punching his virgin butt chute with my full length.

Eddie spent the first few minutes screaming and struggling like a raped virgin, but by the time I was cumming in his ass, he didn’t want to fight anymore.

That was but the first of many such passionate afternoons. Even more than the pleasures of my complete lack of inhibition, Eddie enjoyed being transformed into a girl. I was happy to share all my secrets with him, teaching him how to apply makeup, walk confidently in high heels and generally carry himself in a convincingly feminine manner. Having practically grown up as Carrie’s little sister, such things had always come naturally to me. Eddie’s tuition required a little more time and patience, but for a student with such promise and enthusiasm, I proved myself a devoted teacher.

Though careful never to give Carrie any cause for suspicion, we knew we could not carry on like this indefinitely. Sooner or later, she was bound to find out. The problem was, what did we do? We could not stop seeing each other, but neither did we wish to hurt her. Apart from that noble consideration, there was the fear of how she might react, especially on my part. I had been severely punished in the past, for far lesser crimes than stealing her boyfriend.

Our shared dilemma was put on hold when she unexpectedly announced that she would have to go abroad on business for a week. I did my best to conceal my joy at the news. It was not that I wouldn’t miss her, but the prospect of Eddie and I having a whole week together was like winning the lottery.

We did not waste any time. Scarcely had Carrie departed for the airport when Eddie had arrived at the apartment, eager for seven long, hot days and nights of playing at girls. He had even brought a suitcase, packed with brand new clothes that we could both enjoy wearing, not to mention practically ripping off one another.

It was not long before I was suggesting the next natural step for his new self. The world, or at least a very small part of it, deserved to see us in all our feminine glory. It was such a waste to confine ourselves behind four walls, especially now that he had developed into a most convincing girl. To my surprise, he needed little persuasion. After all, I had been stepping out as a girl for years. If I could do it, then so could he.

Our first excursion was to a nearby mall, where we treated ourselves to some sexy new lingerie, perfume and lipstick. We were both dressed the modest side of sexy and met with not a single suspicious glance. Eddie enjoyed every moment of our afternoon adventure and his pleasure added greatly to my enjoyment of the occasion. The following evening, I had an even more daring idea.

‘Let’s become girls and go to a nightclub. I know this great place that you’ll just love. We might even get lucky and pick up a couple of real men. Well, shall we live dangerously?’

‘That might be just a little too dangerous,’ he answered. ‘Going shopping is one thing, but a pair of queens in high heels and short skirts could get themselves into serious trouble, if they bumped into the wrong kind of people.’

‘Oh, honey, please, for me!’ I pleaded. ‘Carrie only allows me to go out once a fortnight and I do so enjoy the nightlife. There’s nothing to be afraid of, honestly. Besides, Mistress will be back in two days, then we’re going to have face the music. Let’s enjoy ourselves while we can.’

He was still nervous, three hours later, as we strolled into the club, looking for the entire world like two predatory blonde real girls in high heels and lip-gloss.

‘If that skirt of yours was any shorter, your cock would be showing,’ he whispered.

‘You can talk, Miss Hot Legs,’ I retorted. ‘That little pink Lycra number doesn’t leave much to the imagination.’

‘We look like a pair of cheap whores,’ he said. ‘I just hope we get away with this.’

‘Of course we will,’ I promised. ‘This is going to be the night of our lives. See the way some of those men are looking at us. Let’s see if we can get somebody to buy us a drink.’

Eddie soon discovered that I had much more in mind than just a few drinks and a little harmless flirting. While he seemed uncomfortable with all the attention we were attracting, I reveled in my natural role of shameless tease, pouting suggestively, flashing my stocking tops and fluttering my eyelids at any available man that took my fancy. Before he quite knew what was happening, I had invited a pair of handsome young studs back to the apartment for ‘coffee’.

‘This is madness!’ he hissed, drawing me to one side, just as we were preparing to leave. ‘Those two obviously think we’re the genuine article. We can’t just take them home for a foursome.’

‘Don’t tell me you don’t want that six-foot-four blond ‘I retorted. ‘You’ve spent the last ten minutes with your tongue down his throat. I’m surprised he didn’t notice the bulge in your panties.’

‘It’s not that I don’t like him,’ he said. ‘There’s nothing I’d love more than to fuck with him. But if he finds out I’m a guy in a dress………’

‘Trust me, darling,’ I told him. ‘I’ve done this sort of thing many, many times and it’s never gone wrong yet.’

‘Are you girls ready to go?’

The voice was that of Jason, the older and somewhat less rugged of the pair, who had spent most of the last hour trying in vain to get his hand up my skirt, while I sat on his lap and familiarized him with my French kissing technique. I had never been a girl who believed in playing hard to get, but I wanted to save his ‘surprise’ for later.

‘Oh yes, we’re ready to go,’ I smiled.

By the time we reached the apartment, Eddie was even more nervous. After the way we had behaved in the club, our prospective partners were in no mood to waste much time on pleasant chitchat. In fact, it was obvious they could not wait to get down to business with the two hot blondes they had so effortlessly scored. Had Eddie not dragged me straight to the kitchen, I would not have kept them waiting a moment longer.

‘I can’t go through with this,’ he said. ‘It’s too dangerous. You’re going to have to get rid of them.’

‘After we invited them back!’ I protested. ‘That wouldn’t be very polite. Tell you what, you stay here for a few minutes and I’ll make everything alright.’

I kissed him on the cheek, then hurried back to my guests, who waited impatiently on the couch. Planting myself on Jason’s lap, I draped an arm around his neck and kissed him with a ferocity that took his breath away. As expected, his right hand once more began gliding up my silk stockinged thigh. I reached for it, but instead of pushing it away as I had done in the club, I guided it upwards, to the unmistakable swelling in my black lace panties. Startled, he disengaged his mouth from mine, though his hand remained in place beneath my skirt.

‘Is this real?’ he gasped.

‘As real as yours, darling,’ I replied, reaching for the bulge in his skin-tight jeans. ‘Though not nearly as big and beautiful, I’ll bet. Do you still want me?’

It was a silly question, as he was already tugging down the waistband of my panties.

‘Your friend,’ he panted. ‘Is she….., er, is he….?’

‘She is,’ I replied, just before terminating the conversation with another forceful kiss.

Eddie’s worries had all been in vain. The instant he returned to the lounge, his greatest concern was that he might not manage to get out of his dress, before the other man ripped it off in a frenzy of lust.

The full-blooded foursome that followed was a revelation for all concerned. Our guests had been hoping for a pair of cock hungry nymphomaniacs and neither Eddie nor I disappointed.

We took their cocks in both ends, in every possible manner and combination. The highlight of the orgy was when I was crouched on the bed, with Jason and Eddie’s cocks stuffed into opposite corners of my mouth and the other guy’s nine-inch boner fucking my ass.

We bid goodbye to our guests, late that morning, leaving them more satisfied than if they had spent the night with a couple of real bimbo sluts.

We might well have donned our high heels and short skirts and gone out again that night, had Carrie not returned forty-eight hours prematurely and found us in a decidedly compromising position. I was seated before my dressing table mirror, wearing only a tiny pink negligee and discussing the most memorable moments from our kinky foursome with Eddie, who was combing my long blond wig. All he was wearing were his high heels and purple satin Basque. His hard cock was gripped in my right fist.

Caught in the act, there was nothing to do but confess. To everything! When we had finished, it was Carrie’s turn to spring yet another surprise.

‘I suspected as much. That’s why I came back early. You’ve never been any good at keeping secrets from me, little sister. And as for you.’ She glared at Eddie. ‘You ought to be ashamed of yourself. What a pair of sluts! Wait here.’

When she returned, a few moments later, both of us blushing transvestites were exactly as she had left us. The cane in her right fist provided ample warning that it was not just our faces that were about to be reddened.

‘Punishment time, girls,’ she announced. ‘You two are about to be very sorry you screwed with your Mistress.’

THE END

Some of my best friends are transvestites. I met them at a nightclub in L.A. It was pretty famous back in the day. They had a drag and dinner show. Some very talented people worked there.

Some actually lived their lives as women, but a lot didn’t.

I used to hang around with Daniel. He was a very attractive man who also did a great Dionne Warwick. He also did the grand finale of the show – the woman to man transformation. I always loved that part – where he cleans off his makeup, takes off his wig, and becomes a very very handsome young latin man. It always brought down the house.

Anyway, sometimes he was also a pretty girl named Brittany.

Brittany and I used to go to an exotic drag nightclub where the performers, pretty chicks with dicks, got naked to music. We also went shopping and dancing. We had a lot of fun. Some of us used to tease Daniel about Brittany, because while most of the TV’s that worked with him wore exotic and sexy clothes when they went out as women, he wore conservative secretary-style clothes, and always acted like a perfect lady – even at the strip show. Go figure.

Anyway, one night I drove us to the club and Daniel (Brittany) got drunk. This had never happened before when I was with him, and a few of us gently teased him/her that the ‘perfect lady’ was perfectly drunk.

She smiled at our hilarity, even though when she wobbled on her high heels, something she NEVER did when sober.

Well, somewhere during the course of the night, someone told Brittany that she could never pass as a real girl. This was silly, because you really couldn’t tell, not even close up. But Brittany had gotten angry and hurt, and the evening had taken a turn. She asked me to take her for a drive.

I drive a convertable, and we eased the top down. I assured Brittany that I wouldn’t go too fast (she was very particular about having her wig styled just so) and away we went.

A couple minutes of driving and, wouldn’t you know it, some guy starts hitting on us (sike I said, Brittany can pass). And he’s cute in a sleezy nightclub way. He came upon us at a light and said to us ‘Hey, ladies, what are two fine chicks like you doing running around on a night like this?’

Well, I’m not into cheesy pickup lines, but Brittany starts flirting with him! ‘Oh, not much’ she answers. ‘Just looking for a hot stud like you’.

I’m startled. Like I said before, usually Brittany is the perfect lady. I guess that alcohol was talking.

‘Want to follow me to my place?’ Lance Romance asks us.

And that is how I ended us at a strange man’s apartment with an undercover TV.

Brittany starts making out with this guy at the door before we even have time to introduce ourselves. They are sucking each other’s tongues and Brittany starts feeling the guy’s nipples. Just as he’s about to try to reach into her bra, she comes up for air.

‘It’d make me REALLY hot if you could play with my friend’s tits while you’re kissing me’ says Brittany.

‘So THAT’S how she’s gonna keep him from finding out she doesn’t have tits’ I thought, as the man starts feeling my boobs.

Brittany winks over his head at me, as she starts kissing him passionately.

His hands quickly found their way into my bra. He was squeezing my tits and fondling them as Brittany sucked on his tongue and felt up and down his chest. Soon she had his shirt open and was working on his pants, the whole time kissing him passionately, wetly.

Next thing I know, Brittany has this guy’s hard cock in her hand – a short step to her mouth. She was sucking him hard, while squeezing his balls. He’s licking and squeezing my tits, and beginning to moan a bit. I’m leaning over him and watching her suck, her perfect lips coated with red lipstick, running up and down his swollen shaft.

Occasionally I could see her tongue dart out and lick his purple head, then she would put the dick all the way back in her mouth, all the while careful not to disturb her wig.

After a while, the guy is ready to get off. He’s making noise, his fondling of my breasts is a little rougher and more frantic, and his body is moving with Brittany’s sucking motions. He is ready!

And she knows it! He has NO idea that the beautiful brunette eagerly slurping his rod has a cock herself, and he wants to shoot his load.

Brittany starts making cooing sounds and looking in his eyes as she sucks his cock. She is squeezing his balls firmly, and rubbing them.

And then it happens – dude begins to squirt his hot load deep in Brittany’s mouth. She lets him – no, she makes him give her every drop, drinking it thirstily.

After it was over, we beat a hasty retreat – didn’t want to get to know him, didn’t want him to figure anything out. And Brittany told everyone about the guy that she sucked off while she passed as a real girl!

I was walking along the street towards my home one day a couple of years ago, when a young guy came up to me and introduced himself as Will, who I had met at a bar through some mutual friends some months before. To tell the truth I didn’t remember him, but not for anything lacking on his part. He was a handsome young man, a little bit shorter than I was,and of a slighter build with light brown hair combed back over his head. He had a spare frame, but carried himself well. We made small talk for a while, our mutual friend providing all the subject matter needed to keep the conversation going for that time.

At length however, our conversation began to flag, and it looked like a promising start was to end in vague mention of getting together some time. I looked off into the distance, weighing the possibilities of where we could go from here when out of the blue he invited me up to his apartment. He lived pretty much right in front of where we were standing, as it turned out, on the top floor of a fourteen story building.

We sat down and drank a few glasses of a noxious white wine he had at hand, which was on the young and sharp side, and more in the way of thirst quenching than refreshing. By the time another couple of hours had gone by, we were feeling pretty comfortable, both in our spirits and in each others’ company.

His eyes, I had noticed, kept ranging down to the outline of my cock in my worn demin jeans, and this was starting to get me a little hot under the collar. With a smile I yawned and stretched, raising my arms and then letting one come to rest across his shoulders. He smiled back at me, and then I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. My hand slowly made its way down his back to the top of his ass, and then my fingers made their way under the top of his pants. I could feel the curve of his ass, and this made my cock get harder still.

He reached down and stroked my penis, and I gently pushed my hips up against his hand as he did so. I leaned back against the couch and pushed his head down to my crotch. There was some slight resistance, and I exerted slightly more force to get the point across, and at this he acquiesed, licking the length of my swollen member as he came in range of it.

I reached down to undo my pants, and in an unexpected move he slid off the couch and onto his knees in front of me. We looked each other in the eye for a minute, and then he said –

‘ have something to tell you.’ My eyebrows raised slightly, and I wondered what was to come next.

‘Go ahead.’ I replied softly.

‘I’ve liked you for a long time..’,his voice trailed off and then he began again, ‘I’ve liked you for a long time, and I just want to ….worship you.’ With this he lowered his head and rested his lips on my cock, still trapped in my pants. I wasn’t sure how to react to this, or how serious he was, or even just exactly what he wanted to do would involve, but I did know that here was a man ready to do my bidding, and it must be admitted that this was a great temptation.

I stood up, and as he made to do the same I put my hand on his shoulder, keeping him kneeling there in front of me. This may have been a grave responsibility he was ready to give me over him, but if he meant what he said then the boundaries must either be established here and now or not at all.

‘How far are you prepared to go with that?’, I asked. He looked up into my eyes, and said nothing at first, then,

‘I’ll do whatever you want me to do, you know that.’ I stared back at him for a moment or two, considering.

‘Take off all your clothes’, I said, ‘and get back on your knees in front of me.’ He did so , and when he stood up I gently turned him around so that I would be able to see his ass.

As he dropped his pants and then removed his underwear, I ran my hand over his soft, round ass. He shuddered slightly, and I put my other arm around the front of his neck and pulled him up to me, so that he stood with his back up against my chest, his chin raised just enough to be conscious of a slight awkwardness of posture.

‘I like your ass’, I said to him, softly in his ear.

‘It’s yours,’he said,’you can do whatever you want to it.’ With this he got back down on his knees in front of me, and as he did so I took off my own clothes. I had been a truck driver for a number of years to this point, and was used to lifting heavy boxes on my deliveries, so had a pretty muscular body. He licked my penis when it was near his face, and we stood in that posture for awhile.

I wanted him to suck my cock to get some time to consider the situation. He wanted me to dominate him, and I really liked his ass. The thought of being inside him made my breath come in short gasps, and my heart pound. I also knew it was important to control him as utterly as possible, in order to introduce to him more fully the reality of what he said to me earlier. I put my hand on his cheek and he stopped sucking my cock and looked up at me, trusting and wide-eyed.

‘Do you like to get fucked up the ass?’, I asked him in a soft tone of voice.

‘I haven’t done it a lot, but I would for you.’, was his reply. This was getting me even hotter, and so taking him by the shoulder and making him rise up I turned him around so that he was standing facing away from me. I looked at his hot ass for a moment, and then sat back down on the couch. I put both my hands on his hips, and pulled his sweet ass towards me. The warmth of it briefly registered against my face, and then I couldn’t resist it anymore. I gently licked it with my tongue, and slowly ran up and down, ever closer to his sweet asshole. My hands were on each of his ass cheeks, and I spread them wide and buried my face in the beautiful ass. My feet pushed his farther apart, and I was lost in a deep and lusty interlude as my tongue ran itself up and down in his ass. I could feel his ass cheeks pressing softly against my face, and this just turned me on that much more.

I don’t really know how long I sat there, pulling him down so that part of his body weight was resting with his ass against my face. My cock was rock hard, and from time to time he would reach down and stroke it, bending over more and pushing his ass harder against me. I had a burning desire to be inside him, and at length managed to disengage my tongue and probe him with one of my fingers. He jerked away at first when I entered him, but with my hand firmly pulling him back against me in reminder to the promise he had made me earlier, his resistance was overcome. I made him take two fingers up his ass, and gloried in the warmth and softness of it. I was obsessed with being inside him. He was a little unsure about all this, but continued to submit to me.

I made him lay down face first on the couch, and then continued to probe him. His cock wasn’t hard by this point, and I think he was a little uncomfortable being penetrated, so I stroked his cock for awhile, and found it to respond to my touch quite readily. He was just a little unsure of how this was all going to turn out.

‘Look at me’, I said to him. He turned his head and looked back and up at me as I knelt beside the couch. ‘I own your fucking ass.’ I felt his cock surge to hardness at this. No more needed to be said, and removing my fingers I reached for my jacket, which was laying on the floor next to us. I always keep a condom in there just in case, and I was glad to have done so in this case, since I was aflame with desire.

I slipped the condom on and then pushed my throbbing cock up against his hole. He moaned something about not being used to this, and so I gently put my hand over his mouth and sank my teeth into his soft ear lobe. He started to resist me, but then I felt him try to relax, and my hard cock made its way inside him. It was very warm and slippery in there, and I started to fuck him in earnest, keeping my hand over his mouth all the while. I stared at his face as I did so, looking for something in his eyes to admit to the hotness of what was happening to him. His eyes were wide and staring, and he made noises from time to time from behind my hand, which I continued to supress ruthlessly.

My other hand, which had been sitting on the roundness of his ass, slid down and felt his now hard cock underneath him, and this pleased me very much indeed. With this involuntary reaction his fate was sealed, and I began to fuck him harder now. He moaned, and my grip on his mouth tightened. I would have his ass, for the rest of the night, just as I pleased, and there was nothing he could do to stop it from happening. I came, feeling his ass tight around my cock, and then stayed inside him for awhile, but removed my hand from over his mouth.

‘You liked that, didn’t you?’, I said to him. He was silent for a moment, and then,

‘Some of it.’ I smiled at him, and he looked at me with those wide eyes.

‘We’ll have to spend some time breaking you in then.’ He opened his mouth and then closed it again, having thought better of whatever he was about to say.

I fucked him about three more times that night, and each time he got a hard on. I could tell he was beginning to understand what it was all about by the end of the evening, and then I let him come. He did so on his knees in front of me, looking up into my face and resting his face against my warm and come drenched cock. I rubbed it on his face and he came, a low moan accompanying it. I could feel the drops of his hot come land on the instep of my bare feet.

He asked if I would like to stay the night, and I agreed, more from wanting to fuck him again the next morning I must admit. We went to sleep side by side, with the palm of my hand on the sweet curve of his ass, and my fingers inside him. He pushed himself back against me and I knew I had succeeded in turning him onto sodomy. I closed my eyes, and let my mind drift off with thoughts of how I would be deep inside his sweet ass the next morning.

I’m in an exotic bathhouse.

It’s fantastic in here: a sultry atmosphere, steam everywhere, marble columns like giant penises holding up the vaulted ceiling, and erotically majestic men all around me.

I’m taking a shower, and my cock is hard.

I’m standing under one of the many shower nozzles that sprout from the walls and ceiling here. It’s like being in a dream, being here. A dream where anything can happen, where a new adventure waits behind every column, around every corner.

I love the feeling of the hot steamy water rushing onto me, running down my naked body. My muscles, tired from the day’s work, begin to loosen as I luxuriate in the warmth. I take the bar of soap in my hands and rub it over myself, leaving little trails of foam that glisten on me for an instant before the water washes them away.

I shut my eyes and bring my head under the nozzle. The water splashes through my hair, and it feels like the worries of the day are being drained out of me, disappearing down the drain into nothingness. I rub the soap into both hands, and with my palms covered with its slippery slickness I reach down past my waist to where my cock is waiting.

I take it in one hand and savor its fullness, its thickness, its erection. It feels so good just to hold it this way. Just to hold it is wonderful, almost wonderful enough to not need the added pleasure of jerking it.

Almost.

I move the hand that holds my dick and fascinating currents of excitement travel from it into the rest of my body. With my other hand I cup my balls. They feel full and round in my palm, full of life and power. I squeeze them gently and it feels good.

Then I open my eyes, hoping for even more stimulation.

The clouds of steam part and I find myself in an exotic bath. There are naked men all around me, talking, laughing, luxuriating in the water from fountains, tubs and pools all around us. The men are having sex. Supple mouths engulf luscious cocks, strong hands knead and massage muscles, men kiss, their mouths melting together, tongues explore nipples, now caressing, now biting. Engorged penises find their way to willing assholes.

I jerk myself as I watch them, thrilling to every moan of desire, every gasp of penetration, every thrust of passion. One of the men notices me, and walks over to where I stand under the water of my shower.

He has large eyes, brown and rich like the bark of a tree, but with the youth and vigor of a virile young sapling. His skin is very tan and his hair is dark and curly. His large cock, half-erect, swings from his crotch. The man, his eyes never leaving mine, kneels in front of me and takes my dick in his mouth. His lips close around it and pleasure washes through me as he starts sucking it. I shut my eyes and put my hands on his head so I can intertwine my fingers in his beautiful hair.

He needs no guidance, but I find myself pushing his head deeper into my crotch, then pulling away for a second before pushing it back onto my cock again. It is wonderful to be served like this, to have my cock worshipped by this hot man.

I open my eyes to see that several of the other guys are watching us with wide eyes and appreciative smiles. One of them walks over to us. He is beautiful like the first one, but his skin is a little paler, and his hair is long and sand-colored. I could swim in the blue of his eyes. He cocks his head and smiles at me as he approaches us, one hand around his hard dick.

The new man stops for a beat to look at me, then walks around me. Over my shoulder I watch him kneel behind me, then takes my asscheeks in his hands and gently pull them apart. I face front again, to see that most of the other men have resumed their lovemaking, although a few still watch us.

The man behind me licks my anus, and his tongue feels very sexy. All through this the dark-haired man in front of me continues to suck my cock, alternately taking it all the way into his mouth and stroking the shaft lovingly with his tongue. The man behind me rims me, using his lips to caress my butthole. It’s incredible, I am being orally stimulated from both the front and the rear.

The pleasure radiates from my groin, traveling down into my legs and up into my chest, arms and head. Warm water continues to course over me and onto the men servicing me.

The bliss builds in me slowly. Each second brings with it an increased level of stimulation. I push the dark-haired man all the way down onto my cock again, and at the same time push my ass back into the face of the sandy-haired man. This draws enthusiastic groans from both of them.

Steam from the water rises around us in billowing clouds. Moisture clings to our bodies in droplets that look like dew on a forest morning.

The men around us continue their ecstatic coupling, thrusting their cocks into each other’s orifices. I am surprised to see another man join my little orgy, walking around me from an impossible angle to stand next to me. I turn my head to look at him, careful to leave my body in its position – I don’t want to upset the balance of the men who are sucking me off and rimming me.

The new man gazes at me while I take in his appearance. He was tan like my sucking man, with short blond hair crowning his head, his body lean and sinewy, his long cock in full erection.

He flashes me a seductive grin and steps closer. He takes my chin in one gentle hand and brings his lips to mine. Our kiss is passionate, immediate – it fills me, completes me – forming the beyond-perfect complement to the two pleasures my body is already experiencing.

The man kissing me gently pushes his tongue into my mouth where my tongue meets it, and together they explore each other. The man sucking my cock speeds up his stimulation until I am panting into the kissing man’s mouth.

The man rimming me feels my body tense with excitement and renews the vigor with which he uses his lips and tongue to probe my asshole.

My mind and body feel on the edge of overload. I am a triangle, three points of intensity, mouth/cock/ass, joined together. The steam and water swirl around us, as if responding to our feelings and bodies. I don’t know who these men are, yet it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we are all here together, and giving me sexual pleasure seems to be everyone’s motivation.

The man kissing me and the man sucking my dick take their own cocks in their hands and start jerking them. Their shafts bulge in their fists as they jack. My own balls churn and boil with semen that desperately wants to be free, anticipating what the final push will feel like – excited to shoot through my cock and out into the air.

I am only seconds away from that explosion. As much as I want this to continue, I know it can’t. The stimulation I am feeling is far too immediate to be prolonged. It must end, and soon. Climax must be achieved.

Having the undivided erotic attention of just one of these men would lead me to a wonderful orgasm, having all three at the same time is almost overwhelming.

Almost.

But I am smart enough not to lose this opportunity. I drink from this wine of pleasure, this elixir of ecstasy, and drink deeply.

Now it is time to end it. I drop all hesitation, and all barriers fall.

The full rush of bliss washes over me, and my climax roars as I break the kiss. The man sucking me lets my cock out of his mouth, and as the ecstasy washes through me my dick starts to spurt.

But it doesn’t stop – my semen jets out of me, gushing wave after wave.

It’s as if my cock is a hose with an endless supply of man-juice to pull from.

The man in front of me revels as my come splatters all over him. The men who were kissing and rimming me walk around to my front and kneel down with the dark-haired man. They luxuriate like he does as ropey strands of my semen cover them. Like milk my seed splashes around us.

My men finish jerking off and their own spunk joins mine. My orgasm rages inside me, somehow still prolonged.

My body savors its pleasure, not willing to let any fragment of this experience go unnoticed. I stretch my arms above my head, loving the feeling of my muscles elongating, filling with strength, ecstasy and power. It’s as if my orgasm continues, instead of fading, spilling into every part of me, continually renewed.

But instead of now feeling sleepy, I feel energized and excited. It’s like this place is magical, where anything can happen.

The men who have pleasured me separate and disperse, I figure, to find new adventures.

That’s what I’m going to do now too.

The steam gathers around me again and then parts to reveal a door – was it there before? – beckoning me with whispers of new bliss. I walk to it and it gets larger in my vision.

I pass through the door and enter a new room. The sound of the dripping and gently splashing water is sensual in my ears as my bare feet pad silently on the floor. I wonder what is waiting for me and a second later, I see.

A table sits in the center of the room, the only furniture visible.

Ornate fountains around the edges of the chamber are the source of the water sounds. But my eyes are centered on the table and what’s on it – a naked man. Lying on his stomach, his beautiful physique on perfect display for me. He looks like a model for a gym, but he’s not flat on the page of a magazine, he’s real and here.

This guy needs to get fucked.

And I am just the man for the job. I walk up to the table and stand there looking down at the magnificent specimen of man-meat in front of me.

His skin is bronzed and gleaming, shiny with moisture like a tropical plant in a sweltering rain forest. In the hollow of the small of his back rests a single square condom package.

I can’t just look at him. I have to get inside him, interact with him, be a part of him.

So I reach out my hands and place them on the round globes of the guy’s ass. I squeeze gently and find the succulent mounds of flesh both supple and firm. The man sighs contentedly as I knead his butt cheeks like they’re bread dough – soft yet strong, fresh and delicious. He shifts slightly on the table and pushes his ass back against my hands – he loves what I’m doing, almost as much as I do.

I gently pull his cheeks apart to reveal his pink hairless asshole. It’s beautiful, and it needs me. As if drawn to it by an unseen force, I move to the shorter side of the rectangular table so I have the best access to it.

Then I carefully lean forward between the guy’s legs until my nose and mouth are right above his butt hole.

Inhaling deeply, I smell him, clean and fresh, like he just got out of the shower, with just a hint of masculine musk. Moving in closer, my lips touch his asshole gently. It is soft, and he moans quietly in appreciation. I kiss it, then again, and it’s wonderful. My tongue comes forward out of my mouth, wanting to taste him.

I lick him, loving the feel of the tight yet flexible ring of muscle that surrounds his hole. Then I center my tongue against that hole and push it inward slowly. It gives a little and allows me to enter.

There is a surge of warmth between my legs and I realize that my cock is fully erect again, despite having shot a load only minutes before. I lean in, trapping my dick between my body and the wood of the table. It feels good. As I move forward my tongue goes deeper into the man’s asshole, and I’m ready to tonguefuck him now.

I inhale deeply, drinking in the scent of this man as if it is liquid, cool and refreshing. He exhales softly as my tongue pushes deeper into him, a murmur of contentment. It’s amazing and wonderful to feel him this way.

I’ve never met this man, we don’t know each other, yet the bond between us is now strong, electric, palpable, somehow powerful. In these moments with him, it’s as if we communicate.

It’s non-verbal, this communication – purely physical yet emotional at the same time. Our bodies converse and commune, the intensity of our intercourse expanding outward from the point of contact. I push harder with my tongue, wanting to go further into him, needing our connection to deepen even more.

My cock aches between my legs, itself wanting to be where my tongue is.

But I will it to wait – I can savor this bliss before I change its form, before I exchange it for another, even more potent feeling.

I caress his hole with my lips, trying to take it inside me as if I could eat it. I want him inside me, as I am inside him.

I draw myself out now so I can lick him. His hole puckers as my tongue pulls out, like it’s disappointed by its departure. But I’m not departing, no, just changing our pleasure into something else, another shade on the rainbow spectrum of ecstasy.

There is so much left to enjoy.

I lick the man with long strokes of my tongue, starting far below his hole, almost at the place where his ball sack begins then up past his hole, between his cheeks and to the spot where his back meets his ass.

Each stroke is ecstatic in its sensual power. I can’t see my dick in this position but I know it is leaking pre-cum that drips out of me in pearly strings that I feel touching my thighs.

Soon I realize that my cock cannot be denied any longer, and I lift myself completely onto the table on top of the man.

‘Please…’ he whispers, his tone one of utter submission, ‘please fuck

me.’

Like our communication before, my answer is non-verbal.

I pull myself further on top of him, until our bodies match position exactly. Now my cock nestles itself between his ripe, full cheeks, desperate to enter him.

But before it does, I take the condom from the small of his back, tear open the package and rolling it onto my eager dick. Now I’m ready, and use one hand to guide my rod into the man’s hole, the other hand holding me up. He is so slick from my tonguefucking that we don’t need lube.

‘Aaahhh…’ he breathes as I push smoothly into him. My tongue-fuck had prepared him, and his hole is ready for me, welcoming me, receiving me gladly. Our new union is fantastic, unbroken, breathless. The man arches his back, raising his torso off the table and lifting mine as he does with surprising strength.

The muscles in his arms flex as he stretches higher and higher. As he lifts us both, the effect is that my cock is pushed into him further and further as my weight is taken on by him. It is a moment of exquisite passion, for he is showing me that in this moment I am his as much as he is mine. This act of union bringing us together defines us, now and in some way forever. It’s as if we are rendered perfect by our intercourse, that there is no nobler purpose for us than the one we are fulfilling – two men making quiet but perfect love to each other. This is what we are meant to do, what we were created to do, to celebrate life and each other in an act of spectacular intimacy.

I start fucking the guy seriously now, thrusting deep and pulling back then thrusting deep again. The man moans in pleasure and pushes his ass back against me, as if wanting or needing even more of me inside him. I plug him hard, shoving myself in as far as I can go until my crotch is right up against him.

Unable to support both me and himself any more, the man I’m screwing lets his torso sink back down onto the table with me on top of him. He straightens his arms out and grips the edge of the table with both hands.

He’s lucky he’s holding on, I think, because if he wasn’t I might just fuck him right off this table. He grunts in exertion as I continue to make violent love to his ass.

‘Oh yeah, man!’ he says, ‘you’re fucking me so hard and so good! It feels so fucking awesome!’ His voice almost breaks he’s so excited. I speed up my thrusting even more, but I know I couldn’t maintain this intensity much longer. It’s intoxicating, knowing he’s here for me to fuck, and I to fuck him. In some way, in this moment of mutual passion, he belongs to me, and I to him. We are here for each other in this ecstatic instant that somehow is stretching itself out for us, as if the rules of space and time are being suspended, briefly, just for us.

My load is about to blow, but I want this feeling to go on and on, to be unending in its brilliance. The pleasure of screwing this guy is reaching a boiling point, and it’s unstoppable, no more preventable than waves on the beach, or my insatiable thrusting into his butt.

Sweat drips from my forehead onto his perfect back, and the sight of it shimmering on his beautiful musculature sends me over the top and beyond.

One man loving another, in the purest, most raw, utterly primitive yet most exquisite way possible, this is the love we’re making. And suddenly it was about to end. My climax roars up inside me, and I know there’s no turning back – I’m about to see more than my sweat on his back.

My balls are churning as I pull my pulsating dick out of the guy’s ass.

With my right hand I rip the condom off, and begin to jerk myself.

One stroke is all it takes.

‘Fuuuuuuuck!’ I groan as the man beneath me arches his back up to meet me. Spunk squirts out of my cock and splatters beautifully all over my partner’s back.

‘Oh, yeah!’ he says, ‘I feel your fuckin’ power, man, you’re the fuckin’ hottest fuck I’ve ever had!’

‘Holy shiiiit!’ I say as my orgasm pounds through me, making my muscles tense and contract as if from physical blows. ‘Uuuungghh!’

‘Yeah, man, that’s it, that’s fuckin’ it!’ the guy I fucked says as I ride the wave of ecstasy on top of him.

Finally I collapse on him, and he groans appreciatively as my breathing gradually slows down. When I completely recover, I take a long, deep breath and let it out slowly.

‘You’re a fucking stud, dude,’ he whispers up to me.

‘Turn over on your back,’ I tell him, and he obeys silently. I hike his legs up onto my shoulders, and am surprised at the grinning face looking up at me. He’s younger than I imagined – mid-twenties instead of mid-thirties.

And he’s hot – damn hot!

‘We’re not done yet,’ I say as I grab his nice hard cock.

‘Fuck yeah, man!’ he says and rolls his head back as I start jerking him off. ‘That’s fuckin’ awesome!’

‘Yeah?’ I ask, shoving three of my fingers into his tight asshole.

‘How’s this?’

‘Oh shit, dude, you fuckin’ rock me!’ he said, and a second later, his chest is covered with his come as much as his back is covered with my sweat. His dick feels like a fucking steel rod in my fist as it squirts its liquid ecstasy out into the world.

‘AAAaaawwwooohhhhhhffuuckinnnnshiiiiiit…!’ he trails off as his orgasm peaks, climaxes, and fades into after-glow.

‘Wow,’ I say after a few minutes.

‘You said it,’ says the guy beneath me. ‘I’m done for a while.’

We disentangle ourselves and get down off the table.

‘Ow,’ I say. ‘I’m fucking sore.’

‘But it was worth it,’ the hot guy says.

‘You know something? It was,’ I tell him with a grin.

‘See you later?’ he asks over his shoulder as he heads for the door I came in through.

‘Yes,’ I say, ‘count on it.’ And he was gone. I consider following him, but then look to the door on other side of the room. The unknown beckons me, and I walk toward it, wondering what else the night has in store for me.

THE END

I’ve always had an exhibitionist streak, but it really took off my first year in the college dorms. I shared the cramped space with another guy, but luckily he was gone a lot.

He was straight, with a girlfriend who had an insatiable appetite for fucking… not to mention an off-campus apartment.

During my time alone in the dorm, I started experimenting with the webcam that had come packaged with my computer. At first I performed quick jerk off sessions one on one, for guys that I had met in Internet chat rooms. But as my

fascination with showing off grew, I began to broadcast my little performances on a wider scale. In no time I was

entertaining dozens of guys at a time with nice long slow stroke shows.

Tim, my roommate, was packing a bag for a weekend stay at his girlfriend’s. Since I was going to be on campus all weekend, I was planning a triple header for all the fans I had accumulated since I started beating my meat online. Tim had no idea our dorm room had been turned into a live action theater, so I made sure to keep busy with other things until he left.

Once he was gone, I hauled out my bag of tricks, laying out big bottles of lube and baby oil, a few choice sex toys and a big rag to clean up the mess with. I normally blow my wad on my desk, but it helps to have the clean up gear handy after the show is completed. Before I turned on the cam, I changed into some sexy clothes. Most of the guys I entertain like to see me slowly strip, peeling off tank tops and shorts, and then finally a pair of tight briefs or a jockstrap. Tonight I was wearing a white mesh thong under a pair of nylon running shorts. I knew I couldn’t stay in them for long; my cock was already stiff as stone and straining at the tight fabric.

I turned off all the lights except for the one at my desk, which illuminated my body like a spotlight. The door was locked, some soft music was playing and it was time for the fun to begin. I logged on and made sure the webcam was working, and then I popped into the chat room the host provides to see there were over thirty guys waiting to see me whack it. I like to chat with these guys before I begin; it gives all of us a more intimate feeling. After about fifteen minutes of sexy small talk, the guys were ready for the show to begin.

I always start by rubbing my upper body. Tonight I was dressed in a very tight white ribbed tank top that was covered by a loose, unbuttoned long-sleeved shirt. I let the shirt fall to the floor, seductively rubbing my bare arms, slightly flexing my gym-built muscles. I’ve been working out since junior high, so I have a nice body; great arms, nicely-shaped pecs, broad shoulders… the works. I’m basically smooth, but I’m dark haired, so I have a delicious sprouting of dark hair in my armpits, and when I lean back in my chair and tuck my arms behind my head, the guys watching go wild. I smiled for my audience, using one hand to rub my still-hidden pecs. I pinched one of my nipples and made a face, showing my intense pleasure. I was just about ready to tear off my tank top when the most unexpected thing happened. The door to the dorm room opened and Tim walked in on me.

“What the fuck is going on?” he asked, tossing his bag on his bed. Since I wasn’t naked yet, I couldn’t figure out what had him so riled. But then I saw what he had as he walked into the room: the lube and baby oil, plus my bright red anal beads and a black latex dildo the size of a baby’s arm. “What the fuck are you doing, Josh?” He began to laugh, making me feel humiliated. I tried to grab the toys, but he was quicker, wagging the enormous dildo like a limp sausage at my face.

Shit! He had no idea the webcam was on. I could

see the chat room was pandemonium, half fear for my safety and half excitement at my hot little guest. Tim has an even hotter body than I do, and the guys watching my show probably thought he was my special guest. I was trying to disable the camera, but he was distracting me too much messing around with the toys.

“Do these go up your ass?” He was twirling the anal beads around his head, smacking me on the back of the neck with the ping pong ball sized spheres. I tried to grab them away, but he pulled my head into the crook of his muscled arm.

“Holy fuck! You’re doing this on the Internet?” Tim had just realized we had an audience. He jumped back about three feet, as if someone watching might recognize him and think he was a willing participant. “Jesus Christ, what kind of twisted shit are you into? You let other guys watch you stuff toys up your ass?”

He was pissing me off. Even though I hadn’t even

hinted at my sexuality, I felt like I had a right to do whatever I wanted when the room was all mine. Fuck him if he didn’t like it. I reached over and grabbed the beads from Tim’s hand. “Hell yeah. And if you don’t mind, I

have a nice audience waiting to see me slide these fuckers up my hole. So why don’t you get lost… and lock the

door behind you.”

“Fuck man, this is some kinky shit.” His voice had softened a little, and he sat on the edge of my bed, making sure he stayed out of view from the camera, which was still on.

“Julie had to work all weekend, so our plans are off.

I’m stuck here, dude. And I’m not going to sit

here while you get it on with Big Black.”

I was glancing at the chat room again. The guys were going nuts, wanting to know who Tim was and if we were getting on.

“The guys watching want to know if you’re part of the show, or just someone who broke in to harass me.” Tim lay back on the bed. “Fuck. You can tell them I showed up to sit on the big black dildo.” We both laughed. “Do you make any money doing this?” I detected a slight note of interest in his voice.

“No, but maybe I can get the guys to take up a collection.

If you’re willing to join in, that is.”

“Shit, are you serious?” Tim lay on the bed thinking, while I explained the situation to the guys who were chatting. In less than a minute, I had pledges that totaled over $600… payable to Tim, if he was willing to get it on with me for the webcam. When I told him, he seemed more astonished than offended. I let him think about it for a couple minutes and, amazingly, he agreed.

He was already behind my chair, pulling off his shirt.

“Is my whole body visible?” he asked, wanting to make certain those watching could see the goods. I repositioned the camera so we were both in the shot. Even I took a deep breath as his naked upper body came into focus. Tim is dark haired like me, but he has a hairy body. His beefy pecs are swirled with sexy hair and a long delectable treasure trail bisected his perfect six pack abs. He preened for the camera, enjoying the compliments I read from the chatters.

“What do they want you to do to me?” he asked, flexing his arms.

“Probably this.” I tilted my chair back and reached for his fly. I unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his knees. Before he could object, I pushed my hand through the fly of his boxers and pulled out his cock. It was long and half-hard. I wrapped my lips around the head and swallowed it to the nuts, feeling the shaft stiffen in my mouth.

“Holy shit! Man, where did you learn to suck like that?” Tim grabbed the back of my head and began to fuck my face. I couldn’t believe how big his cock was.

It had to be the biggest one I’d ever sucked. He

rammed it in to the balls, and then pulled it out, smacking my face with his wet meat. “I want to nut on your face, Josh.”

I swallowed him again to the hilt, savoring the taste of precum that seeped onto my tongue. As I deepthroated Tim, I wrestled his hairy balls out of his boxers, massaging them for the camera.

“I can’t hold it, fuck!” He pulled out just as a long squirt of thick jizz nailed my forehead. The first squirt was followed by eight more and by the time Tim was drained, my face was dripping with cum. “Fuck, man, sorry about that.” Tim got down on his knees and pulled my tank top off, using it to clean his load off my face.

When he caught me tasting a drop of his load, he asked, “That taste good?”

“Delicious,” I answered, nearly cumming myself when he leaned over and dragged his tongue over one of my cummy cheeks.

“Mmmmmm, not bad.” He stood up and wrestled himself out of his jeans and boxers. “Now what do I have to do to get you off?”

This kind of surprised me. I expected him to lose interest once he had cum, but he was between my legs, trying to pull my shorts down. I leaned back and let him, tipping the camera to make sure the guys watching had a nice view. Tim seemed to like my mesh thong, rubbing the basket and making my cock even harder. When he pulled the waistband away from my groin, my hard-on leapt out and smacked my smooth lower belly.

“Have you ever given a guy a handjob?” I asked carefully, reaching for my big bottle of lube. I figured if I wasn’t going to get stroked, I’d get pounded.

Tim looked up at me, his warm brown eyes burning with lust.

“You sucked me, dude. Don’t you want me to try it?” Before I could answer, Tim put his tongue at the base of my hard cock and began to lick his way up my shaft.

The closer he got to the top, the more I squirmed in the chair.

He hadn’t even put his mouth around it yet, and already precum was pouring down my rod.

Tim seemed to like the taste of my precum, licking it up like melted ice cream running down a cone. He swirled his tongue around my throbbing glans and swallowed me whole. Even he had a look of surprise as he glanced up at me, his lips wrapped snugly around the base of my dick. In his wildest dreams, he probably never expected to be naked between my legs with my cock buried in the back of my throat. Especially with a live audience looking on.

“I want it on my face,” he gasped, barely coming up for air as he bobbed up and down on my hard-on. I knew he meant my load, so I wrestled my cock away from him as I felt my orgasm begin, aiming it at his face.

Tim opened his mouth just as I started to cum, allowing me to pump the first few ropes of spunk right onto his waiting tongue.

It made me cum even harder to see this straight guy savoring my load; the rest of it splashed against his face. A couple of the shot even landed in his hair. We both collapsed in laughter after I finished, taking a minute to read the comments from the guys who were watching.

“I’d bet they’d love to see you get fucked,” Tim said, standing up and reaching for my big black dildo.

Without asking, he took the lube bottle and greased up the huge shaft. He made sure the camera was in the right spot before pulling my legs into the air. He was pinned against the front of me, his half erect cock bobbing against my face.

He took the slippery dildo and pressed it against my exposed hole.

It slid up into me easily; it wasn’t the first time I’d had it inside my ass.

While Tim fucked me with the dildo, I let my mouth explore every inch of his skin I could reach. I licked his dick and his balls, pulling my tongue up over his hard belly. I couldn’t reach his chest with my mouth, so I latched onto his dark nipples with my fingers, stretching them and begging him to fuck me harder with the dildo.

After teasing his tits, I took an exploratory run down his smooth back, caressing his hot buns. I didn’t want to do anything he wasn’t in to, but he didn’t protest when my fingers slid into his crack and began poking at his virgin (I assumed) hole. He began to moan as I fingered him. I lubed a couple of my fingers and began to ease them carefully up Tim’s ass. He loved it, and his ass began to clench at my fingers, pulling them deeper inside. I found the “magic spot” and gently began to massage. Most guys don’t realize how great it feels to have the prostate massaged.

Tim went wild, his cock fully hard again, bucking up and down against my face.

“Try the balls,” he suggested in a raspy whisper.

He was still fucking me hard with the dildo and I was near-delirious with ecstasy. I snatched up the anal beads and lubed up the first one on the string. The golf ball sized orb was much thicker than two of my fingers, so I wasn’t sure Tim could take it. I pressed it lightly against his tight slot, feeling it gradually pushing him open. The further it opened him up, the harder he thrust the black dildo in and out of my own ass.

Suddenly, the first red ball was sucked into his ass, his hole closing tightly around the nylon cord which strung the balls together. His ass worked hungrily, pulling the huge bead deeper inside him, until the second one was bumping against his pucker.

“Do you want another one,” I asked, trying to ignore the intense pleasure I was feeling from the dildo.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned. His ass took the second with even less effort, chewing up the short length of cord between the second and the third ball. I didn’t even ask if he wanted the third. I pushed it against his asshole and felt it slip inside, disappearing into his body along with the first two. “I think I’m full,” he gasped.

“It feels so fucking good!”

I tenderly massaged his rosebud as my mouth softly worked his cock. Tim was leaking so much precum that I knew he wouldn’t last long. I knew the guys watching would be disappointed if they didn’t see him pop the second load, but I was being selfish; I wanted it in my mouth. As Tim began to moan and shudder, I latched on to the two remaining anal beads and began to pull the other three slowly out of his ass.

Tim went nuts. His cock exploded violently in my mouth, a hot river of thick cream flooding me. The three beads in his ass were expelled, one by one, leaving Tim’s hole to spasm against my fingers.

I was still sloshing his wad around in my mouth when Tim got me off. He was down on the floor between my legs, pulling the dildo all the way out of my ass and ramming it back in.

“This is how I would fuck you, if it was my cock in this hole,” he offered.

I closed my eyes and imagined it was Tim fucking me. My orgasm built slowly and when it released, it was incredible.

Every time Tim slid the dong into my ass, a long rope of jism leapt out of my cock, spattering my face, my chest and pouring down my belly and legs. I have never cum harder in my life.

We were pretty tired after cumming twice, so I decided to wrap up the show. I thought maybe Tim would forego the monetary compensation for his participation, but he sat in the chair naked – for a half and hour, making sure the guys knew where to send the promised funds. He promised them all if he received all the payments he’d be back for a return engagement.

“And next time,” he whispered in my ear, as if the voyeurs could hear him, “I want your cock in my ass.”

I met my first boyfriend, Jarrod, when we were freshmen in college. Neither of us were very experienced with men and he had even been out with a few girls in high school. We found each other one day in the cafeteria serving line. We’d started talking and ended up sitting down for a long conversation over our meal. I don’t know what possessed him to be so forward, whether it was a look I gave him or just some vibe that set off his gaydar, but he started playing footsy with me under the table. Anyway, we exchanged phone numbers and things took off from there.

For the first few months, we fucked like bunnies just about everywhere we could find. His dorm room, mine, in the car on a dark country road, under the stage in the auditorium. And we were so in love. He didn’t know that much about romance, but eventually he learned he’d get further with a bottle of wine and a rose than he would with ‘Hey, let’s fuck!’ We were so in love. It was near the end of our freshman year, that spring, when he did the most romantic thing, though.

The day we had our last finals for the semester, Jarrod took me out for dinner at an expensive restaurant and then, over dessert, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box with these ten karat gold dog tags with both our names on them and put them around my neck. It was really sweet and he pulled a matching set out from under his shirt. The whole evening, he’d been hinting that the most special thing was yet to come. I couldn’t imagine what he was talking about.

After dinner, we got into the car and drove out into the country. I couldn’t understand where we were going until we got to the entrance to this huge park on the outskirts of town and Jarrod took the turn. Technically, this late at night the park was supposed to be closed, but they don’t really enforce the rules all that well as it’s in a more rural area. We followed a road through the park that led past the lit picnic and parking areas until the lights along the roadway ended and we found ourselves rolling through inky blackness pierced only by the car’s headlamps. We finally rolled to a stop and Jarrod shut down the engine and turned off the lights. All was silent. He reached into the back seat and grabbed a blanket as we got out of the car. I took a look around. It was a beautiful night with a full moon bathing everything in a soft, white light. The only sound was our footsteps and the sound of running water from the nearby creek as he took my hand and led me off into the night.

We climbed a tall hill crowned by this giant old oak. Jarrod spread out the blanket on the ground and we sat, hand-in-hand and just surveyed the scene for a moment. Off in the distance were the lights of the town, sparkling like thousands of jewels and above us was the moon and the stars that winked like white diamonds on black velvet. He leaned in and gave me a long, warm kiss on he lips and we sat and talked for a while about our good times and our future together. As he cuddle me up to his chest, he undid the buttons on my shirt and slipped his hand underneath. He kissed and nuzzled my neck as he pinched and played with my nipples. A little shiver went through my body.

I turned my head up to face him and our lips met and parted, our tongues roamed each other’s mouths. I pulled off my shirt and laid back on the blanket. He slipped his off and we began caressing, kissing, grinding against each other’s bodies. Jarrod kissed and bit my neck and ears and slowly kissed his way down my neck and chest. His tongue found my nipples, which are especially sensitive and it was like I’d stuck my finger into an electric socket. My whole body shivered as he bit them and tickled them with the tip of his tongue. I could feel my cock beginning to swell. He worked on my nipples for quite a while before he slowly ran his tongue down my abs to my belly button and ran it round the rim there. It tickled and I laughed. He just looked up at me and smiled.

I placed my hands lightly on his shoulders as he pulled down my pants, freeing my boner to spring out and I could feel it rubbing against his chin as he kissed and licked his way down past my belly and buried his nose in my pubes. I closed my eyes and gave out a little gasp as his wet mouth closed around the head of my cock and he began running his tongue around the rim. He sucked it and kissed it until it was hard as a steel rod and then he swallowed the full six inches until I could feel him nuzzling into my trimmed blonde bush. Then he began to bob up and down on it slowly. My hips began to involunarily rise up to meet him on the downstroke. The rough flat of his tongue pressed tightly against the throbbing vein on the underside of my penis and when it rub across the base of the head, tingles went throughout my body and I could feel the hairs standing up on my balls.

My fingers tangled and pulled on his hair as he left my dick and began giving attention to my nuts. His tongue ran over them lightly and he would suck first one, then the other into his mouth. He nuzzled them with his nose as he slipped a finger behind and began massaging that magic spot right behind them. I began giving out low moans as he began kissing and licking his way back up my abs and chest to my lips and we french-kissed for what seemed like ten minutes before he took me by the shoulder and rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt the tip of his tongue on the nape of my neck and then a shiver ran through my body as he ran the tip lightly down the length of my spine to my ass.

I felt his strong hands grasp the cheeks of my butt and give them a tight squeeze as he spread them wide and then his tongue as he began to eat out my asshole. He ran it across and around the rim, liberally lubricating it with his saliva. When he began boring deep into me with it, wriggling his way deep into my anus, I gave out a yell of pleasure and I lifted up, trying to drive that tongue deeper into my hungry hole. He pulled out his tongue and began working on me with his fingers, spreading apart the muscles and massaging my prostate. He’d had four of them up there before, working me to get a comfortable fit for his thick seven and a half inch tool. It felt like he was going for the record tonight and I tensed my muscles to hold them tight, wanting to keep that feeling. I raised my butt and swayed a little as he worked his fingers in and out, occasionally working them from side to side to spread me even wider. By the time he was through, I was begging him for his cock. He was more than happy to oblige.

Jarrod unzipped and slid his pants down over his fat meat. It was uncut and the foreskin had pulled all the way back, leaving the head fully exposed, and I could see the glint of his precum which oozed out of the tip in copious amounts. I can swear I felt a few drops land, feeling hot on my exposed butt. He rubbed the head against my now- relaxed poop chute, lubricating me with his own natural juice, before slowly pressing the head in. As I felt it slide in, I groaned and my butt clenched involuntarily because of the thickness of his dick. I’d never had a problem with the length of it, but it was so fat it felt like it was going to tear me apart. He lowered himself down on top of my back and whispered into my ear that he loved me as he slowly worked the full length of it into me. We lay there quietly, with him covering me all comfy and warm, as I got used to the feeling. Then Jarrod began to slowly move it in and out. It felt like a red hot poker had been shoved up there and kind of tickled, too. As my insides became slicker with his precum juice, he began stroking faster and I could feel him rise up off of my back as he lifted himself up onto his hands to get a longer stroke.

His hips thrust faster and faster and I could hear the slap as they hit the skin of my ass. I could feel drops of his sweat dripping onto my back from his hair he was grunting with every hard slam into my ass. I ran my tongue along my lips and moaned. I wanted to feel his man juice in me. I wanted to feel it’s heat and get all sticky. He began to slow down and take longer strokes. I knew that Jarrod always did this when he was about to cum. He slid all of his cock but the head out of my hole and then slammed it in hard. He ground his hips, rubbing it all over inside of me and then he did it again. The third time, I felt the hot surge of his cream. It burned and made me tingle and I felt this orgasmic wave shoot through my body as every muscle tensed in release in unison. I bore down and squeezed his cock with my butt muscles, wanting to milk him dry as he slowly worked his still-hard and hot tool so as to spread his jizz in me as much as he could. He collapsed onto me and I could feel his sweat being rubbed all over my back as he continued to work my bum. I loved the feel as his cock got soft inside of me and the wet, sticky sensation of his huge load.

When he finally recovered and was able to pull out, he ran his hands down my sides and kissed an bit my neck. We lay that way for a while and then fell asleep naked and in each other’s arms under that beautiful sky. When I woke the next morning, it was to a beautiful sunrise and to the feeling of his warm, sweet lips on my cock. There were other nights of passion out under the stars over the next three years, but none was ever quite as special as that first time.

‘Come on, man! You can do it! Give it to me, baby, come on, give me all you’ve got!’

I glanced up at my trainer feeling a mixture of desire and hatred. I desired him totally, because he was so fucking hot. And I hated him for what he was doing to me.

The incredible pain I was going through was caused by him. It was all his fault. Of course I’d asked for it, not realizing what a masochistic thing it was to do.

When I’d asked my friend who looked great how he’d gotten his body in such good shape, he raved about his trainer, who he said had turned everything around for him.

Inquiring further, I got the trainer’s name and phone number. One call on the phone was all it took. The guy was nice, friendly, easy to talk to. He even agreed to train me for free, seeing as I was such a good friend of his favorite client’s.

If only I’d known what I was in for.

‘Don’t be a little wimp, dude, come on, I know you can do better than that!’

I’d worked out more or less regularly since high school, and considered myself in decent shape, but nothing could have compared me for the torture that Marc would put me through.

And it’s not like I’m into pain, or anything. I know some guys are, and they’d be happy as a pig in shit if Marc got a hold of them.

But he didn’t.

He had a hold of me.

And I thought I was going to lose my fucking mind.

He was maddening to be around, so good-looking and such a taskmaster at the same time. From the moment I saw him, I thought, Oh God this can’t be him, I’ll be spending all our time together staring at him and imagining all kinds of wild sexual things.

I should’ve known Marc had encountered that a lot before and knew just how to counteract it. Work ’em and work ’em hard. I’d never worked out harder in my life. Marc totally changed my life, altering the foods I ate, designing exercise program after exercise program for me, taking total and complete charge of my health and fitness.

It was wonderful, I knew — what he was doing for me normally cost guys hundreds and hundreds of dollars, so I kept my mouth shut.

‘One more set, come on, I know you can do one more set, it’s only fifteen reps, I know you can do it! You don’t want all the guys here to think you’re a weakling, do you?’

But he was so hard to be around! So good-looking, so hot, and yet so arrogant and cocky that I wanted to smack him upside the head. Well, why shouldn’t he be? He was one of the top trainers in the city, and he knew it.

He had every right to act the way he did.

But it didn’t make him any easier to deal with. The fact that he was so knowledgeable and such a fucking expert at what he did made it all the more infuriating.

Every day we trained I would take in his image: dark skin from a mix of black and Hispanic blood, short jet-black hair that perfectly framed his beautiful cover-boy face, sparkling white teeth, an absolutely stunning body, every muscle developed and toned to the perfect degree, his skin smooth and hairless as a baby’s, round succulent butt-cheeks, each one a mouth-watering handful…and the way he carried himself, proud, strong, confident, even pompous — a perfect body amid so many merely beautiful bodies.

‘Pump it, man, pump it! Give me one more, come on, give it to me, give it to me, give me all you’ve got!’

Now it wasn’t that he would see me lying on the floor, and then say something like ‘Just one more set, man, I know you can do it.’

Fuck you I’d want to say, but didn’t, and got up to dutifully follow my trainer’s directive. After all, he was the expert, right? He was the one with the degree in health and nutrition and the body that every gay guy in the city lusted after and the hourly rate higher than any other trainer, wasn’t he?

Yeah, and it didn’t make it any easier to take his prodding and poking, his needling and cajoling, his remarks that rode the border between serious and sarcastic.

I had to do something.

I knew I couldn’t let it go on like this.

Something about his training was demeaning me, making me feel less than a man. Somehow this guy who I had never known before a few months ago was invading my dreams at night, making me feel like a pathetic worm next to him, reducing my confidence and self-esteem to nothing as every day he broke my ego down in front of the mirrors at the gym, stripping away my defenses until all that was left was my pure naked self, just waiting to get abused by him.

No Army drill sergeant could’ve worked me or pushed me as much as Marc did. And I was no softy either, that was the killer. No one else could get to me like this trainer did. I knew I was a serious piece of manmeat — 5’11’, 175 pounds, pale Norwegian skin, short light brown hair, my facial structure a mixture of my mother’s delicate beauty and my father’s gruff masculinity.

Anyone’s else insults and jibes would just roll down my back. I didn’t justify anyone’s digs at me, because I was hot and I knew it. But Marc…something about him made it impossible for me to do that. Somehow I just took everything he had to give, letting him goad me and prod me until I felt like exploding in anger. But he had been nice enough not to ask me to pay him, so I just took it from him, took his bullshit like I had never taken anyone’s before. I’d have knocked their block off sooner than take the crap I took from Marc.

But still I took it.

And took it.

And took it — his constant stream of verbal abuse, his killer good looks and the horrifically hard training he was putting me through all combining to drive me absolutely out of my fucking mind.

Day after day, night after night, session after session.

Until something snapped.

It was late at night when it happened. Marc was friends with the guys that owned the gym, so they let him and his clients use the facility after hours sometimes. We were alone in the place, which had closed hours before. Even the janitors had finished their rounds and were gone. It was just him and me, alone in that huge building. Every clank of equipment and every word we said echoed back and forth between the concrete walls.

And I wasn’t going to take any more bullshit from Marc.

I had just finished three sets of bench-presses, and I felt like I was made of KY. My arms felt loose and flabby, I didn’t know how I could do any more. It was the end of a long day that had been hard enough before coming here and getting reamed out by my asshole trainer.

Marc had been particularly vicious that night, calling me wimp and pussy and weakling when I didn’t perform up to his standards. I was just about to blow my top. My temper’s fuse was so short I didn’t know what I’d do if he pushed me any further.

Whatever I did, it wouldn’t be pretty.

‘Come on, pussy.’ Marc said, standing over me with his arms folded. ‘One more set. You can do it.’

I jumped to my feet, seeing red like a bull in a rodeo. With both hands I shoved him away from me, and he fell backwards against the mirrored wall.

‘I can do it, all right!’ I snarled. ‘But I’m not gonna do another set, all I’m gonna do is you!’

‘What the hell are you doing?’ he shouted.

‘I told you what I’m doing!’ I said, fury making my voice sound like a madman’s. ‘I’m sick of your fucking bullshit, and now I’m gonna take it out of your ass!’

‘You’re out of your fucking mind!’ Marc said, but his eyes had widened in fear.

‘You got that right.’ I said as I lunged at him, covering the distance between us in seconds. Grabbing his arm, I pulled him up to his feet and hurled him across the room. He tripped over a pile of weights and crashed to the floor again.

I don’t know where my sudden strength came from. Seconds before I’d been totally tired out, but now — the intensity of my rage must have been driving me, finding new reserves of energy to fuel my attack on my tormentor.

‘I’ve taken your crap for three months, Marc!’ I yelled at him. ‘I’m not taking any more! Tonight you’re gonna pay for what you’ve been putting me through!’ I lunged for him again.

‘You can’t do this, Ryan!’ he said as he tried to scramble out of my way.

‘Oh yeah? Watch me!’

I tackled him, jumping on top of him and holding him down with my heavier weight. He struggled beneath me, my cock hardening as it felt him through the fabric of our gym clothes. Being so close to him for so long, being at such close intimate range with him for all this time without ever touching him, had started a fever in my blood that had reached the boiling point.

‘You’re a fucking asshole, man!’ I screamed down at him as I held him in place. ‘Who in the hell do you think you are? What makes you think you can treat people this way?’

He maneuvered himself so he was on his back, his gorgeous face looking up at me.

‘I don’t treat people this way, Ryan,’ he said. ‘I just treat you this way.’

Roaring with rage, I slapped Marc across the face as hard as I could. His head flew to one side from the impact, but when he turned back towards me, he was grinning.

It was a sultry, sexy grin.

A grin that made an already attractive face heartbreakingly beautiful, even with a hand print on one cheek.

It was a grin that said fuck me.

‘Oh, you goddamn cocktease!’ I yelled. ‘You’re finally gonna get what you deserve!’ I fumbled with the elastic band of my shorts, yanking them down so hard I ripped the fabric.

My erect dick popped out, poised and ready for action.

Straddling Marc’s body with my own, I grabbed the back of his head and slammed my cock into his mouth.

He didn’t try to resist me, he just lay there and let me do what I wanted to with him.

‘Suck my big dick, you fucking asshole!’ I commanded him, and obediently his mouth started working me, stroking and massaging my organ with his tongue and the inside of his mouth.

My trainer’s eyes rolled back in his head and then closed, his whole concentration on my hard dick. I glanced behind me and was amazed to see his shorts being tented by his own erect member. Somehow his fear was alternating with excitement, switching back and forth and mixing together.

‘You little fucker,’ I said, hardly believing my eyes. ‘You get off on this, don’t you? You’ve probably been pushing me on purpose, pushing me so hard you knew I’d snap and just take you like I’m doing now!’

Marc didn’t answer, his mouth stuffed with cock and his eyes clenched shut.

‘You’ve worked me harder than I’ve ever been worked before, well now I’m gonna fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked, you bastard!’

My balls were churning, the jizz within heating up as my dick got a hot workout in Marc’s mouth. It was so fucking hot, whatever else I could say about him, this man had one talented mouth. He swirled his tongue all around the cut ridge of my organ, stimulating every single nerve with delirious pleasure.

I could’ve cum right then and there, shooting my load down my trainer’s throat, but then it’d be over.

I wasn’t going to get distracted by pleasure and expel my spunk too soon. Not when I had an agenda like I did that night. Marc was going to pay for what he’d done to me, I wasn’t going to let him off so easily.

I wanted to savor this, as I used him and demeaned him and made him the object of my scorn and ridicule like he’d been doing to me so long.

What he was doing was fucking awesome, probably the best blowjob I’d ever had the pleasure of receiving.

But I wasn’t going to let him know that.

When had he ever praised me? When had he ever told me that I had done good? That he was happy with my progress?

Never, that’s when! True, I’d seen results in my body, I had made definite strides as my musculature and strength increased under his expert training.

But that almost made it worse.

I knew I was doing good — but my trainer never said it, never praised me. He just kept telling me to do one more set and called me names like wimp and pussy. Damn him!

Well, now I was getting my revenge, and was it sweet!

Gripping a firm handful of his luxurious hair in my hand, I forced Marc to bear down on my dick even farther.

‘Come on, man,’ I said. ‘Can’t you do any better than that? I know you got more in you than that! Make me feel good, you little cocksucker!’

I fucked his face savagely, forcing him down on me and then off, then down on me and then off, again and again, over and over. But I kept myself from cumming.

With Zen-like concentration, I willed myself not to shoot off, not to acknowledge the incredible sensations Marc’s mouth was bringing to me.

I wasn’t going to give him that pleasure.

At least not yet.

I stood up then, letting go of his head. He started to get up, and I shoved him back down with my foot.

‘Get back down there!’ I grunted at him. ‘Stay on the floor, you fucking asshole. It’s where you belong.’

I started stripping out of my clothes then, letting my shorts fall to the floor. I stepped out of my jockstrap and tore my shirt off over my head. Then I turned around, and shoved my ass in my trainer’s face.

‘Lick me, you son of a bitch. Lick my ass!’

His tongue was there in a second, burying itself between my cheeks and sending shivers of electricity through my body. It felt so fucking good.

‘Goddamn you!’ I said. ‘Can’t you do any better? Come on, you wimp, give me everything you got! I wanna feel it! Give it to me!’

Incensed by my taunting, he tried harder, licking and slurping at my asshole with all his might. I wet my hand with my tongue and stroked my hard dick a few times.

Mmmm, was that good.

But not yet.

Denied again, the cum in my ballsack boiled in anticipation — hopefully, anxiously, desperately waiting for the moment it would be released and fly down the canal to spray out of my cockhead.

‘Come on, trainer boy, you can do it, yeah, come on, don’t give up, you little wimp! Work harder! Harder!’

It was heaven to torture him like that, absolute heaven. I loved it. It was the best revenge I could have. Pushing my butt back further and further, I pinned him down with my bigger weight until his head was flat on the floor.

Suddenly I flipped over, so I was facing him. I dropped down on top of him, keeping him down. With both hands I grabbed the front of his tank top and pulled. A loud ripping sound filled the gym as I tore his tank apart.

‘Hey –‘ he started to say, but I slapped him again, hard.

‘Shut up!’ I yelled in his face. ‘Shut the fuck up! Just keep your goddamn fucking mouth shut! I’ve heard enough from you. We’re gonna do things my way now, whether you like it or not!’

Tossing aside what was left of his top, I grabbed the front of his shorts and yanked them down. Marc stopped fighting me then, slipping out of them obediently. Too revved up to care about his shoes, I let him keep those on.

But not his jockstrap. No way! One yank of my fist and it was history. But that gave me an idea…

I picked up my own discarded jock off the floor and brought it up to my trainer’s face.

‘Smell it, Marc.’ I said. ‘Smell what you do to me, what you’ve been doing to me for months. Smell it!’ He inhaled deeply, sucking in the rank scent of my exertion.

Seeing that made my skin flush with blood. But I wanted more, so I stuffed my jockstrap in his mouth.

‘You better keep that in there, man,’ I said in a warning voice. ‘I’ve heard enough out of you today. That’ll keep you shut up.’

Now we were both naked, and I couldn’t help but pause for a second to admire the incredible beauty of the man I was tormenting. He was every bit as flawless with his clothes off — his gorgeous hairless skin, his wonderful muscles, his full hard cock…he lay at my feet like a sacrificial victim in a horror movie, laying there waiting to be taken by the monster…

…to be taken by me.

The time had come.

The time was now.

I reached down and grabbed him under the armpits, yanking him up to his feet. Then I shoved him over to the bench press that he’d been working me on before.

I pushed him stomach-down on the bench, so his luscious butt was facing me, his asshole winking up at me like a twinkling star in the sky.

The frenzy in my blood was at a fever pitch now.

It was time to do what I’d dreamed, wanted and desired since Marc had first started training me and making me the object of his abuse.

‘I’ve waited a long time for this, Marc,’ I said. ‘Now, for once, you’re going to be my pussyboy!’

And I fell on top of him, pinning him to the bench with my weight. Guiding my rigid cock, I found the magic spot between his ass-cheeks and slid inside him. My trainer screamed, the jockstrap shoved in his mouth only partially obscuring the sound.

‘Go ahead and yell, pussyboy,’ I said. ‘There’s no one to hear you.’

Marc struggled, but I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, like I would a lover. But I didn’t love him.

I hated him.

Didn’t I?

Or did I?

Did it matter?

Anchoring my feet on the floor, I started fucking him properly, shoving myself in and out of him with a vengeance. It was terrifying and wonderful at the same time. Part of me was shocked, appalled at what I was capable of doing. But this man had pushed me further than anyone deserved to be pushed. He had to be punished for what he’d done. The rest of me was delighted, ecstatic at the savagery of my actions, the pure carnal lust with which I was taking this man, whether he wanted to be taken or not.

Fucking Marc was an awesome experience. My thoughts and imaginations about it were nothing compared to the real thing. And the fact that he was moaning and squirming beneath me made it all the more electrifying. And the fact that I was fucking him on the same bench that he’d used to torture me so many times was fucking mind-blowing!

‘Come on, pussyboy,’ I snarled at him. ‘Can’t you do better than that?! I know this is what you live for. Throwing your legs up in the air like some little whore! Well, you’re my whore tonight, and you’re not getting away ’til I’m done with you!’

Something was changing.

Something about what was happening was shifting, metamorphosing into something else. What was happening?

When I realized what it was, I could hardly believe it — but it was true.

Marc was loving every second of this!

His moans and groans had changed from mixed fear and excitement to total abandon and lust! He was getting off on this just as much as I was. The little fucker.

Leave it to Marc to change getting assaulted into the hottest sex of his life. But I didn’t care, because my dick was getting the best ride it had ever had.

His whole body was so hot it felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t hold back anymore. It was time to finish this.

‘Come on, you motherfucker,’ I said as I raped his hole. ‘Give me everything, give me all of it, give it up to me you goddamn cocksucking son of a bitch!’

Marc’s head arched back, and his body heaved. As it did I saw him slip his hand under himself. He must have taken ahold of his dick, because his whole body started quivering and shaking. I knew he was jerking himself off, but I didn’t care.

I was too far gone.

‘From now on you’re my pussyboy, Marc, have you got that?’ I yelled. He nodded his head rapidly to show he understood. ‘I’m not taking any more shit from you. What I am going to take is you, wherever and whenever I want you. Is that clear?’ He nodded again, frantically. We were both seconds away from cumming. ‘From now on, I do three sets, and that’s it! I’m never doing four again. You’re never going to say ‘one more set’ to me, got it?’

‘Yes, Ryan!’ he yelled, the jockstrap muffling his words.

‘You’re never going to treat me like a piece of shit again! You’re going to treat me with the respect and courtesy you should treat everyone with, especially one of your clients, whether he’s paying you or not, you snot-nosed punk! Is that clear?’

‘Yes, Ryan!’ he yelled again.

‘Now you’re gonna take my cum, and thank me for it!’

The ecstasy overflowed inside me, and I grabbed Marc’s hips with both hands as my dick machine-gunned into him. Jizz shot out of me with the force of a hurricane, the long-frustrated cum super-heating like volcanic lava. I roared with passion and primal release. As I did, I felt my trainer’s body shudder beneath me, and I knew he was shooting too, oozing his load out onto the bench.

I expelled my seed into him, holding him tightly in place so he couldn’t escape, even if he’d wanted to. Only when we had both drained our ballsacks, and were panting trying to catch our breaths, did I let go of him.

Marc slid off the bench, falling onto the floor like the mass of jelly I had felt like before. I leaned over him and yanked my jockstrap out of his mouth, then I put my clothes back on.

The whole time I did this, he just lay there, breathing heavily, not moving. When I got myself together, I went and picked up one of the janitor’s brooms that was leaning against the wall. I tossed it at Marc, and it clattered to the floor next to him.

‘Better clean up that mess, weakling.’ I said, gesturing at the puddle of cum on the bench. ‘Don’t want to get in trouble with the management.’

Figuring I’d had enough of a workout for the night, I headed for the gym’s exit. In the open doorway, I glanced back over my shoulder at the man I had just fucked.

‘Same time tomorrow.’ I said.

‘Yes, Sir.’ Marc said weakly.

Now that was more like it!

I walked out into the night, letting the door slam behind me and leaving my trainer lying on the floor of the gym, alone with his thoughts.

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I was living in a trailer for a number of years during my late twenties, mostly because I liked it, and also because I wanted to move it out to the country at some point to live on a piece of land. I guess it was part of this whole peasant farmer fascination I had at the time. The trailer park itself was not too big, and there was a decent space between units. I had bought a nice 35′ trailer and lived in this place for about six months when this story happened.

There was a neighboring trailer on either side of me. Both were guys, one of them really quiet, and rarely seen. The other was a bit of a hillbilly, with long black hair and irregular shaving habits. He drove a pickup truck, and was tall and lean. You could tell by looking at him that he had a big cock, and there was something attractive and repellent about him at the same time. He lived in an older, smaller trailer than me, but his was right up against the row of trees which separated our lots.

I had built a deck on the back of my place, and behind both our lots was a ravine which we looked out onto. It had a creek at the bottom, and was filled with tall maple trees. At night in the winter time the creek roared down below us, and since the bedrooms were in the backs of both our trailers we could hear it each night. I think this must have been late fall, before the rain started, one night in october. On the other side of the ravine was a field and then the highway, which sometimes could be heard as well.

I had invited a friend of mine over, more of a fuckbuddy really, who I had met a few weeks before. We had got together a few times, and had a pretty good time. He was really hot, and I liked the way he fucked me up the ass. My place was about forty-five minutes out of town where he lived, so to him it was a like a cabin in the woods. He was obsessed with touching or tasting my ass from the moment he got in the door. I know it was in October since it was getting dark pretty early, and it was night when he came over, a friday I think.

We stood in the open door and kissed each other on the lips, and then went inside. We sat in the living room and drank a few beer, and as the effect of the alcohol reached our brains we began to get a little bit physical. It wasn’t long before we were in the bedroom in the back of the trailer. I didn’t have too many lights on, so I hadn’t really worried too much about closing the blinds on the bedroom windows. I guess being a little stoned helped me forget as well. My buddy and I fucked for a couple of hours, a lot of the time he made me stand up and take his cock up my ass while bent over the bed.

He had a really nice, long cock, and he was one of those guys who are really talented in the use of it. He knew just the right way to make things happen, and I was having a pretty good time. I’m not really one to talk or make too much noise during sex, but he had me going in spite of myself, groaning and moaning, and when I came it was like thunder. We lay on the bed for a while and then had another round, again in the same position. He stayed for a while longer after that, and then took off for home, as spent as I was.

I went and had a shower, then walked outside on the deck for a smoke. I didn’t smoke inside my trailer because it caused so much damage and the place would smell of cigarettes for too long afterwards. It was a cold and clear friday night, getting on close to midnight. I stood on the deck, trying to make out the shapes of the highway behind the leafless trees when I heard the crack of a twig. I turned around and looked, and there was Dan.

I hadn’t expected to see him there, obviously, and I was still a little drunk, so I didn’t really jump into the air or anything, but I was pretty shaken. He smiled, and I could see his teeth pretty clearly in the darkness.

‘What’s up Dan?’, I said.

‘Just fixing my water line, it came loose again,’ he replied with a smile. As we were standing there I noticed that there was light shining on us, and turned around to look behind me. I noticed then the open windows of my bedroom, the inside clearly visible from where we were standing. A shock ran through me, and I turned around to face Dan again. He saw the look on my face, and smiled slightly. He took a step towards me,

‘Looked like you were having a pretty good time in there earlier,’ he said. The words cut me to the quick, and I was speachless. His next words were even more surprising,

‘Any chance I might get a piece of that ass?’ This he said softly, and took another step towards me, looking into my eyes as he did so. I still didn’t know what to say, but could feel my cock getting hard in my pants. He came closer still, and looking me in the face all the while, slowly reached out and put his hand on my ass.

I reached out for his crotch, and he moved closer still. I could feel that my initial impression of the size of his cock was dead on. It was massive, and hung down his leg inside boxer shorts. I shuddered, this I wanted very much, and the whole scenario was turning me on in a big way. I could hear his breathing quicken, and summoning up all my remaining courage and dignity, looked up into his face and asked if he wanted to come inside. Without another word we turned and walked to the door of my trailer.

We got inside and sat down in the living room, but it didn’t last for long. He reached down and unzipped his pants, and lifting up his ass off the couch pulled them down to his ankles, revealing the huge cock I had felt in my hand. I leaned over and took it in my mouth.

‘That’s a good little fag’, he said, ‘I wish I knew you liked to suck cock earlier, we could have had some pretty hot times’. He put his hand on the back of my head and slowly guided his hard penis down my throat. I choked a bit, but then relaxed myself and tried to focus on what I was doing. He sighed deeply when we had got as far as we were going to go. The pressure relaxed, and I began to suck his cock, back and forth, tasting it and getting right into it.

I felt his hand run down my back and rest on my ass, which was still throbbing from earlier, and now I thought of how this huge cock would feel up there. Putting my hand on my own now rock hard cock I could feel precum oozing out of the head, making a slick coating as I rubbed it, and turning me on even more. This was going to be very hot.

After a while I stopped sucking his cock and got up to go to the bedroom. He followed me, and kicked off his pants as he did so. I sat on the edge of the bed and sucked his cock, then licked his balls as he rubbed the front of his penis across my face.

‘This is going up your fucking ass, right now’ , he said, reaching for a condom from the side table. He pushed me over and lay me on my stomach, spreading my legs roughly. He was on his knees behind me, in between my legs as he put the rubber on his cock, and then lay on top of me. I could feel it between my legs, and feel the beating of his pulse as he lay there for a moment, and then slid forward, the tip of his huge penis against my ass.

He put one of his hands, still slick with lubricant, across my mouth, and spreading my legs farther apart with his he thrust himself into my ass. I grunted with pain as the massive thing entered me, and felt his grip tighten.

‘You can take it,’ he said,’ I saw you take another that other guy up there, and I know that’s what you want up there’. His breathing became quicker, and I could feel his hairy chest against my back. I was getting used to how his cock felt, and he started to fuck me in earnest.

He was a very hot fuck, often lifting himself up off of me, supporting himself with his arms and looking down to watch his penis sliding in and out of my ass. He kept building momentum, and getting faster.

‘Milk it, fag!’ , he said. I tightened my ass and tried to grip his cock with it. He felt so warm against the cheeks of my ass as he slid out, and then inside again. He went faster still, and I could tell what was in the offing. He couldn’t hold it much longer, and in a few minutes he let out a low moan and he pushed himself deep into my ass.

We lay there for a while, his cock slowly getting softer and eventually sliding out of me and down between my legs. He rolled off of me, and asked for a towel. I got up and got one for him, and he wiped himself off. Seeing my deck of cigarettes on the table he reached for one and lit it. He inhaled, then exhaled the smoke slowly. We lay in silence for a couple of minutes, then he said’

‘I’m going to want to fuck you again, a lot’, he tapped the cigarette on the ashtray, then grabbed my head and playfully shoved it into his crotch. I could have resisted him easily, but that wasn’t the point. I could see some hot evenings ahead, and licked my tongue down the length of his huge penis, only now semi hard. His hand tightened, and I heard him grind the cigarette out in the ashtray. This wasn’t over yet.

I like short guys. I think it’s a real turn on to bottom for them. Don’t know why, but there’s something about a cute little guy that just makes my dick spring to attention. My friend Jake knew about my preference and it made for some interesting evenings out with him trying to fix me up. One in particular comes to mind that I’ll never forget.

Jake had called and asked me if I wanted to catch a bite to eat and maybe take in a show. It was a Wednesday night and I had nothing else planned, so I said sure. I just didn’t know that by show he meant a trip to a stripper bar. We aren’t into guys with a lot of muscles, so we always hit this club called Twinky’s. They have some great looking boys there, all of them smooth, young, and hung. I’d had my eye on one in particular and Jake knew it. He’d only started working at the club a few weeks before and he was so cute. Black hair and blue eyes, but best of all he looked like he was only about five feet four. Oh, and he was hung. I’d never seen such a big dick on such a small guy. It must have been at least eight inches when it was hard. But you never get to see them fully hard on those guys when they’re onstage dancing. Just enough to get you to pay for a private dance later in the back.

Anyway, we got to the bar and took our usual seats in Perverts Row. That’s the one right up by the stage where you mostly see a lot of the old men sitting. We liked to get teased by the boys when they come out swinging their cocks around. Jake ordered us a couple of beers and we settled in for a good time as the lights pulsed and the music blared with a loud techno beat.

The first few guys were great, but they were all tall and blonde. I have to admit, though, that with the beers coming hot and heavy one after the other, I wouldn’t have turned any of them away that night. We must have gone through a six-pack’s worth by the time my little favorite came out. Bobby, that was his name, came out swaying his hips and making his soft cock swing like a fleshy metronome in time to the beat. It was amazing to watch as it slowly got hard, even without him touching it. He really got off on being watched and soon it was standing straight out from his body. As he danced, he’d make it bounce by flexing his muscles and every time he did that, I could feel a muscle in my pants flexing too. He was so hot. Jake began grinning part-way through Bobby’s performance and I asked him why, but he wouldn’t tell me. I even gave him a little kick under the table but he still wouldn’t. All he would say was ‘You’ll see’.

Bobby got around to our side of the stage and I held up a tip for him, just to get my kiss and a little feel of skin. As he knelt down his enormous cock thrust forward and it was almost in my face. I ran my hands over the smooth, soft skin of his back as our lips met and then something unexpected happened. His warm, wet tongue forced apart my teeth. I felt an electric surge run through me and as he stood back up, he whispered into my ear to meet him back by the rooms where they do the private dances and not to worry, because it was all taken care of. I normally don’t pay for a private, so I gave Jake a look and he smiled and told me that he had taken care of it and that Bobby had worked up something special for me. Well, you can bet that as soon as his set was over, I jumped out of my seat and made my way as fast as I could to the back of the club.

Let me try and explain how things work in these clubs. Most of the money these boys make doesn’t come from being paid a salary. They make it on tips and from private dances for the customers. Normally they wander the floor, making smalltalk and letting the clientele buy them drinks and get a little feel of their naked skin in the hopes that someone will walk them to one of the dark booths in the back, where they’ll strip down naked and yu can touch just about anything you want. Except for their cocks. This can be a pretty expensive proposition and I’ve seen rates anywhere from ten to twenty dollars per song depending on the club and they can make you forget you’ve run through six songs before they tell you they have to leave for their next trip onstage.

Anyway, I waited in breathless anticipation and I wasn’t disappointed. Bobby came bouncing up to me, clad only in some tight boxer briefs that showed off his muscular thighs and showed off the big, thick roll of his dick running down his thigh. He just smiled, took my hand, and led me into one of the curtained cubicles. It was dark, lit only by a low-wattage bulb, and he pushed me back into the cushions of the small couch there. Then as the music started, he moved up in-between my legs and his hips began to gyrate. He turned so that his butt was just a few inches from my face and I let my hands wander over that tight, hard ass. He knelt down until he could feel it up against my crotch and began to grind into my member, hard. I could feel my dick stiffen and press against the fabric of my briefs. My arms slipped around his waist and I let my hands wander over his body from his tight, washboard stomach with it’s soft, smooth skin up to his chest, where I played a bit with his nipples. I was very careful not to let them wander below his waist to his meat, as that was strictly forbidden. The boys could yell for the bouncer and have you kicked out for that.

He rose up a little bit and slipped down his briefs, revealing that hot ass of his and my hands returned there. The skin was as smooth as a baby’s and felt so soft and warm. I wanted to bury my face in it and just begin to eat, it looked so good. He began grinding into me again, more forcefully, until I was fully erect, and then he turned to face me. He stood up and shook his hips, making his huge tool swing back and forth. It made a slapping noise as it hit first one thigh, then the other and he swung his hips toward me so that it almost, but not quite, hit me in the face. I’d never had precum start to flow during a private before, but this boy was something I’d been fantasizing about and jerking to in my own bed for weeks and the excitement was just too much. I could feel it soak into the cotton fabric of my undies as he slipped his arms roung my neck and ran his nose down my chest. My hands ran up and down his back, finally coming to rest on that ass as he rose back up with his chest firmly against mine. His nipples dragged along my torso and I could feel them, hard as pencil erasers, through the fabric of my shirt.

I gave his ass a squeeze and leaned in to give his nipples a little tongue and nip with my teeth. And then it happened. He gave a grin and grabbed one of my hands and placed it on his cock. This was something I’d wanted from the moment I saw him. I’d heard that sometimes the dancers would let you do this, for a little extra. The skin of his dick was so silky and warm to the touch. His balls so heavy. I let my hand rest there for a moment and then he placed his hand on mine and began rubbing his balls and cock with it. I could feel that meat getting hard in my fingers, throbbing under my touch. My precum had by now soaked through my briefs and I began to worry it would show like a pee stain in my jeans.

What made this all the more exciting was that during all this time, he never said a word. He spoke with his body and when that massive fuck tool of his was fully erect, it screamed for my lips. He stood up with it right there, within easy reach. And that was when I got my next surprise. He grabbed my hair in his hand and held it tight as he drove his cock into my lips. They parted and I could taste the warm tang of his own precum as he forced it all the way back until it hit the back of my throat. I closed my lips tight around it and he began to slowly fuck my face. I just closed my eyes and followed his lead. He tasted so good. I reached around and held on tight to his butt cheeks, squeezing them tight as he began to drive it in and out faster and harder. My tongue was tight up against the underneath of his shaft and when I glanced up with my eyes, I could see he’d thrown his head back and his jaw had dropped open.

His thrusts became longer and I almost let his head slide from between my lips a couple of times. It hurt a little as his fingers tangled tighter in my hair and pulled harder the faster he moved. I reached down to feel his balls, now tight up against his shaft and I knew he was about to cum. His hot penis throbbed and swelled against my tongue and I waited eagerly for what I knew was on it’s way. I wanted to taste him so badly and then it happened, a huge gush of his man-goo into my mouth. It was so hot, like the molten eruption of some volcano and it came so fast and in such huge amounts, I thought I would choke. It just kept flowing as he made one final thrust and held my face tight into his crotch. There was nothing I could do but swallow it’s creamy goodness. I couldn’t get it all, though, and could feel it start to run from the corners of my mouth.

I could feel his body shudder with the force of his orgasm and when the flow of jizz had ceased, Bobby slowly slid his tool through my lips and out, letting me suck it clean. He kissed me on the lips, running his tongue along them and cleaning up the excess that I’d let spill and then he collapsed to sit on my lap with his arms round my neck, letting his fingers play with the hair on the back of my head. All I could do was smile when I felt a sticky mess down in my pants. He’d made me cum and hadn’t even touched my dick. No one had ever done that. Maybe it was the excitement of the fear of being caught by the bouncer or just being turned on by the body and cock of this little hottie, but it had happened. He gave me a few more kisses, soft and warm. Then he picked up his briefs and slipped them back up and on, slowly, letting me take in every movement. He gave me a smile over his shoulder and then slipped back out through the curtain, leaving me alone to recover.

Jake was there to meet me as I came out, grinning slyly. I looked down and there was a large stain in the front of my jeans where I’d cum all over myself and I tried to cover it up with my hands. Hopefully, no one in the dark club would notice. He told me he’d gotten tired of hearing me go on and on about my favorite boy and how I wished I could have him, so he’d made arrangements earlier that week for my little trip to heaven. I thanked him the best way I knew how, by making sure he had trouble walking when he left my house the next morning. As for Bobby, there have been other trips to the back room since then, but none as special as that first one.

I was in my early thirties when I discovered the pleasures of dildos. I had been with my boyfriend of the time for a while, and we started talking about getting into playing with toys. After a lot of talking we got one, and I found that I really liked getting fucked with it. We split up a while after that, and I got custody of the dildo.

For a while that dildo kept me out of trouble, but of course it’s not the same if you’re alone, and eventually I decided to start looking for another guy, preferably one who was into playing with toys. I spent some time in chat rooms, and in looking at personals ads, and at length I connected with a guy in his mid forties, who sounded pretty hot. We agreed to meet, and hit it off pretty quick when we got together.

We went back to his place, and right away I knew I was going to have a good time with this guy. On a table next to his bed there was a collection of dildos, of all different shapes, from butt plugs to big penises that I couldn’t imagine taking up my ass. Eric, the guy who I had met, stood behind me and put his hand on my ass. I could feel his hard cock behind me, pressing up against me.

He reached around and undid my pants. It seemed important for him to be in control of the situation, and I was cool with that idea. My own cock had been rock hard from the minute I had seen the dildos on the table, and so it stood straight out from my body as my pants and underwear dropped to the floor at my ankles.

Eric, who was just under six feet tall, with salt and pepper grey hair and a mustache, got down on his knees behind me, and stroked my ass with his hand. I could feel his breath hot on me, and he whispered to me that I had a nice ass. His tongue began to lick me, and I could feel him going deeper and deeper, lost in my ass.

He pushed me over to the bed, and with his face still buried deep in my ass he followed me there, so that I was laying face down with my legs spread apart. Eric began to probe me with his fingers, and then took a smallish dildo in his hand and lubricated it. He was still wearing his clothes, and that somehow made this scene even hotter.

He took the rubber penis and pressed it up against my ass. I resisted him a little bit at first for some reason, and then started to relax and to take it. He slowly slid it up inside me, and I could feel it filling me, oddly cold but only at first. He began to fuck me with it, very slowly, all the way in and all the way out. I moaned, and he asked me if I liked letting guys put things up my ass. I said yes, and he felt underneath me to where my hard dick was pressed against the bed.

He fucked me faster, and with one of his hands spread my ass wider, to take the dildo deeper into me. Sometimes he would push it all the way up inside me and hold it there, as if to let me know who was in charge. I rolled onto my side, and he continued to fuck me, still spreading my ass with his free hand.

I started to stroke myself, and it wasn’t long before I was ready to cum. He didn’t seem to object, and I’m one of those guys who can keep on cuming all night, and still be into it. I arched my back and came as he thrust the rubber cock all the way up my ass.

When I had come he slowly took it out, and then reached over and grabbed a butt plug. He put that in my ass, and then gave me back my underwear. It was kind of surreal, but then I figured that it was all part of the scene, which it was. He got up and offered me a drink, and I followed him out to the living room of his apartment, in my underwear, and with the butt plug still up my ass.

We made some small talk for a while, but I could feel my cock getting hard again before too long. He smiled at me and asked if I were into threesomes, since he knew a guy in the building who would be into the scene we were doing. He showed me a picture of a guy about his age, and pretty good looking.

I said I was into it, and so he called him. There must have been some degree of complicity, since he only said a few words into the telephone, and in a minute or so there was a knock at the door and the other guy, Rich, walked in. My cock was straining against my underpants, and I could feel a hot flush on my cheeks as I thought of the butt plug still in my ass.

Rich shook my hand, which was pretty weird, and then we all walked into the bedroom. Eric sat on the head of the bed, and motioned for me to take off my underwear and kneel in front of him. I did so, and Rich was right behind me, his hand on my ass right away.

He pulled out the butt plug, which had felt warm and comfortable, and I could hear him sigh as he caressed my ass with his hand. He took a fairly big sized dildo from the bedside table and lubed it up, but at the point Eric put his hand on the back of my head and I was engrossed in sucking his cock, which I hadn’t seen when he had sex previously. It was thick and short, and gave an impression of power.

I was really into this scene, and pushed my hips slightly against the dildo as Rich began to slide it into my ass. At first I resisted once again, which I guess is the reflex, and then relaxed as he stroked my hard cock hanging underneath me. There was a slick line of precum that ran from the head of my cock down to the blankets, and it felt good when he stroked the slick surface of my cock with it.

The dildo pressed into my ass, and I was having a great time with this scene. Eric’s hand was on the back of my head still, urging me on, and I spread my legs a little more and kept on taking it. I was so into getting fucked this way, and I could tell that Rich was into it as well, since I could feel his tongue licking the cheeks of my ass in the intervals between staring intently at the dildo sliding in and out of it.

I started to stroke my cock again, and in a couple of minutes was ready to come. I could feel my back arch as I did so, and Rich pushed the dildo all the way up my ass as I came all over the place. He didn’t take it out of my ass though, but instead just held it in place. Eric let me stop sucking his cock for a couple of minutes, and I lay down on the bed. Rich lay down too, with his hand still holding my ass, making take the dildo.

This was making me horny, and the fact that I felt so helpless between two guys like this was making me get very hard again in a short period of time. They both knew that this was turning me on, so Rich slowly started to fuck me again, and Eric moved his hips a little closer. Before I knew it we were at it again, and I was more turned on than before. This was so hot.

I came again, and then another time after that. Rich finally came a little later, while he had two of his fingers up my ass after making me take a third dildo from the collection. My ass was starting to throb, and I was glad when Eric put his own cock up there, which was somehow easier to take at that point.

He fucked me pretty hard, but it felt so good. He came quickly, laying on top of me with both hands on the cheeks of my ass. We all lay there on the bed for a while, spent, and then the party began to break up. I was really happy though, to have made this connection, and as we headed off in our separate directions I knew I would be back for more.