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Jordan and I arrived in Miami, to a pending disaster, first one of his bags was missing, after all the paperwork and the assurance the airline would deliver it to our hotel within 24 hours, and they couldn’t confirm but were fairly certain it made a later flight. Second we were held up at the rental car counter, we were 63 in line, and an hour and a half later we got to the counter where a cute guy named Sammy flirted with Jordan and tried to pick him up, upon my jealous rant, we wound up with a discount and an upgrade. Third we got to the hotel right near the beach, the reservations were missing, so now Jordan was fuming, as he planned the perfect honeymoon for me and within the first 2 hours after the perfect wedding it’s all turned to shit. I kept reassuring him I was content if we had to even sleep in the car, as long as he was there with me that it couldn’t be any more perfect. As we sat in the lobby while the front desk tried to sort it all out. Jordan felt as if he failed, when nothing was further than from the truth.

William the cutest front desk manager finally came over, and admitted the mix up on the overbooking situation, he took full responsibility, in fact he was so gorgeous we couldn’t stay angry, he located an affiliate hotel up the road, and was able to transfer the reservations to them with a substantial upgrade, so we were happy with that, but also warned them about the baggage situation, which they said they’d be glad to accommodate. We headed up the road to what turned out to be a much nicer hotel, our luck seems to have changed for the better, finally.

The room was a suite on the top floor overlooking the ocean, Christ it was perfect, it had a full kitchen, living room, 2 bedrooms with private baths and even a laundry set up, as we stood on the balcony and hugged in a kiss. Well that kiss resulted in us working our way back to the master bedroom with a California king bed.

I pushed Jordan face down onto the bed got up and sat on his ass and began to massage his back under his shirt, he immediately began to relax as his head turned to its side and he breathed a huge relief sigh. I slid his shirt off over his head as I tickled him on the stomach to get him to raise up, and then I collapsed on his back sliding my hands into his crotch under his waistband, my clothed dick pressing into his clothed ass as my hands were inside of his pants massaging his dick as I began caressing his neck. My love was captive under me and he was ready and willing. We wiggled him out of his pants as I removed my clothes, now both naked i got back up and sat on his thighs while I grabbed and massaged his ass cheeks gently rotating my thumbs into his ass crack. Jordan has such bulbous, plump, upward protruding mounds,my fingers pushed the flesh color out leaving a bleached white imprint of my fingers. Back down I slid, forcing my hard dick into his ass crack having those plump warm slightly moist wet with sweat ass cheeks compressing my hard dick between them. As I lay there working my arms around him hugging his chest I rolled him over on top of me as I grabbed his cock and began jerking him as I continued rotating him on his side, enabling me to be in perfect position to begin to enter his ass, as I backed out just far enough to allow my head to find his hole, as I applied pressure breaking the seal, as i thought of our first encounter that I fucked my man’s virgin ass, and in I was. He was so anxious he began rear humping my dick, and working together i was jerking him as we fucked we came together as if we were trying, but I guarantee there was no coordination between us at all. Quickly he rolled me over as he slid his still leaning dick inside me and sloppy cum fucked me till he came again, never loosing his erection. I rolled to my back and Jordan blew me till I was hard again and I was cum spurting into his mouth, we finished with him spitting my fresh cum into my mouth in a sloppy kiss

After our midday “official honeymoon consummation” of our marriage we decided to take a walk around, after checking out the shops on the strip, where we picked up some light dinner, we walked back to the hotel along the beach. Well let me tell you, Jordan and I got an eye full, with the two of us coming from mid America farm country, we saw more eye candy than we had ever prepared for. I swear there were scantily clad guys with guys, guys with girls, and girls with girls. We had never seen openly gay guys walking hand in hand, kissing and being downright intimate right there in public on the sexy sandy beach. We would never be that open in our home town. Jordan and I were getting horny just people watching, we rushed back to our room for round two.

We both got naked as soon as we closed the door, headed for the other fresh room and began a “non rushed” version of earlier spending more sensual time with each other, we were married and I loved my man and he loved me, and I almost lost him a few months ago with my jealousy.

We were About half way into our escapade, when there was a knock at the door, damn it was the valet with Jordan’s lost luggage from the original hotel up the road, i grabbed the comforter wrapped it around my waist and I answered the door, the guy needed a signature and gave me the bag and a couple of envelopes, one for a discount on our next flight and free drink coupons from the airline, the other from our original hotel desk manager that helped us rebook into this hotel, I glanced inside and there were some handwritten papers inside, so I just ignored it, put it aside, tipped the guy, and sent him on his way, determined to get back to the task at hand, or should I say Jordan’s hands

When I got back to Jordan he was on his back spread eagle with a dumb look on his face as I dropped the comforter and dove face down onto him, of course my hard dick punched him in the abdomen and we both curled up laughing in pain. When we recovered I threw his legs up over his head exposing his ass to my desperately waiting tongue where I spent close to an hour eating his ass out, we eventually switched to our favorite 69 position and worked our cocks, taints, inner thighs and assholes as one unified machine. I came first filling his gut with my hot seed, but not to give in, I continued to suck him off while finger fucking his ass, when I felt him tense up exploding rhythmically down my throat, where we absolutely fell asleep, so relaxed and relieved as we hugged each other all night.

Typical farmers We awoke pretty early, to the sunrise just breaking the surface of the ocean, i headed still naked to the balcony, Jordan brewed a quick pot of coffee and with two fresh cups in hand he joined me as we spent the next hour just watching the giant orange ball seemingly rise out of the water as clouds parted to its sides to allow it to shrink yet turn to yellow and yet to bright blinding white, I looked to Jordan he looked to me as I reached over to stroke his soft dick, as he returned the favor, we smiled and decided to head inside to plan our day. We stopped down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast to continue planning our day, I brought the envelope from the first hotel, it was a handwritten note from William the cute front desk guy, begging our forgiveness and his personal cell number he also mentioned he was off today at noon. I asked Jordan if he was thinking what I was thinking, and we agreed we shouldn’t fool around on our honeymoon, but it would be ok as long as it was together, just the thought of what we considered and decided against had us both all hot and bothered again, we rushed through breakfast and went back to the room for a quickie.

By now we were both a little sore as we’ve had more sex in the last 3 days including the wedding night orgy, than I think we’ve ever had ever before in our lives. We decided to check out the pools before lunch, and hit the beach this afternoon.

The hotel had two pools one huge family or “public”, down on the beach level and one called a “private” Rooftop pool. We hit the main pool first, it was huge with palm trees and grassy planters that created both shade and privacy, there was a kids area, and an adults area and a play area with a splash pad area for kids but I couldn’t resist trying it out along with a slide pool, and a separate lazy river, that went around the side of the hotel.

We sat there in a pair of lounges where wait staff Jeff wearing some pretty hot shorts and a flowered hotel shirt uniform open button revealing a nicely tanned well defined chest, came by asking if we wanted complementary soft drinks or anything “hard” (from the bar), we both began laughing hysterically, the guy said he uses that line on all his couples he perceives as gay and enjoyed our laugh with us. He also welcomed us to one of the most “gay friendly “ hotels on the beach front, he left with our “hard” drink order and returned a short time later, saying the first round was on him, as he winked. Shit I said to Jordan, I think he just tried to hit on us, and baffled, he said back, “I’m not sure how to handle this.” Jeff came back for a 2nd round order and it was only 11am still we gave him one. When he returned with our cute little umbrella drinks, he told us “he got off” here at noon, for lunch, (again he was deliberately playing on words) but he then said he’s back on duty at 1 at the rooftop pool and we should check “him” out up there then. Jordan and I both discussed our naive conservative ways, thinking we were progressive, at least in our town, I mean me, my brother his boyfriend and my husband in a foursome?

We went to lunch at 12 and decided to possibly skip the beach till late, and check out the private rooftop pool after we were done. The rooftop pool entrance was on our floor at the door of the corridor behind a steel door with frosted glass panels, marked adults only, with a warning sign for “clothing optional” sign on it. We went in where towels and a clothing check counter were available, we opted to keep our board short style suits on as we entered another set of frosted glass gate doors. Holy crap, Jordan and I looked at each other as our mouths dropped open. Everyone was completely naked except us, it was a sight I never imagined or ever thought I’d see in my life, even the wait staff. Sure enough there was Jeff all he had on was a white bow tie with his name on it. He welcomed us by saying hello boys, come over here and have a seat, as he wiped it down with his towel, and then asked same drinks as earlier? I was overwhelmed as well as hard as a rock as I sat and said let’s change that up to a rum and coke, and Jordan mumbled the same. Jordan grabbed my thigh and whispered “what the fuck man, did you ever imagine this, should we take our suits off? We are definitely overdressed “. I then realized our milky white untanned skin and faces showed our pink embarrassed cheeks and foreheads. We quickly took our suits off and sat back down quickly, both trying to hide our obvious hard ons as we watched the other guests parade their stuff around freely in front of us, self conscious I covered over with a towel. Jeff returned with the drinks and he remembered our room number to charge them to, and he commented on the quality of the suites on that floor, obviously he’s been in them before.

After a while we became more self confident and our dicks returned to somewhat “normal” and the alcohol was probably a factor, as by now Jeff is keeping those drinks full, you can’t imagine what it’s like to have this naked dick at face height inches away while he serves us our drinks, he had to notice our dicks flinch every time.

I decided to hop in the pool, where I could conceal my excitement easier, as I watched fine shaped naked ass muscles flip back and forth as the attached bodies legs kicked and arms extended in smooth swim strokes, it’s the first time I’ve looked at swimming as art or a fine orchestrated dance. I had to dive down and look up to see those flopping dicks as well. As I surfaced and swam toward where Jordan was sitting, he was talking with another naked guy sitting on my chair. I jumped out to join them when I recognized the guy as William, the manager from the other hotel and the guy that sent the note to us that we didn’t act on. He also was totally naked, as he stood to allow me to sit as I was drying myself off specifically to hide my boner. Jeff swung (and I mean swung) by assumedly to get a refill order, when he announced to us “oh I see you all have met my boyfriends Willy…..uh I mean my boyfriend Willy” William said “that’s Jeff … king of the sarcastic one liners”, and Jordan said yeah “we’ve met him and his humor”. I proceeded to say “boyfriend “? They embraced in a hug and kiss and said in unison “yes” William then said actually my fiancé, we congratulated them, as Jeff darted off prancingly to go take another guests order. William asked if he could join, and we really felt we had no choice but to invite him, as he pulled up a chair. He was 2 feet or less away from us and he is naked, stark fucking naked, both these guys were gorgeous hunks , what the hell were they hanging with us for? William then admitted guilt,, saying he had Jeff seek us out, he said when he saw how disappointed Jordan was yesterday he had to make sure we were taken care of, and what better way than,, at this hotel, so he pulled some strings and got us in. We of course thanked him, as Jordan and I kept eyeing each other and eventually went ahead and gave each other the nod, we were willing and both agreed we should try this, and I texted the cell number to the phone number William left in the note 1432, our room number then realized he didn’t have his phone as he had no clothes, or pockets, and I laughed explaining what I just did, just then Jeff came back with a full complement of drinks for the three of us, as I told them both 1432, Jeff in his gay prancing voice said “ what do you think I’ve been charging that room for your drinks all day, and William said “no Jeffrey their saying their room when you get off, you , me”? He quickly replied “oh honey, you bet your sweet ass well both be Cumming in your place tonight, I get off at 5, and you’ll all be getting off shortly after”. By now we were getting used to Jeff’s corny ass humor, and really just expected it. He overacted gay, but was really a stud of a guy, it was just his humor and act, I commented back “does your humor get you more tips”, and you know it, he came back with, “more tips than you could imagine”, as I looked at William and he said “unfortunately for now, but he’s not staying here once we get married in September”. I asked well then what”? He replied “first call me Willy and we’re planning on heading west, west to Phoenix Arizona, I hope, I have a 2nd interview at a great gay resort there”.

(Yes guys, if you’re a reader of Lil Guy’s “Adulting” series, Phoenix resort is a plug, a reference, if you’re not, then I recommend you to check out his stories titled ”Adulting”, you won’t regret it).

At 4:30 we put our suits back on and told them we’d see them in about an hour, Jordan and I headed down to the room. We discussed what the fuck we just did, and confirmed we both were up for this and we still could back out if either of us wanted to, but we said fuck it, we’re here to have a good time.

Will (I still can’t call him Willy) and Jeff knocked on the door with a food cart from room service full of an assortment of great treats from the restaurant and cold drinks alcoholic and soft, Jeff made sure our poolside choices were also represented, they both had on some sexy Speedo’s, while Jordan and I had our boring board shorts and tee shirts on, not soon after the door was closed both of our guests were naked,, Jordan quickly disappeared and tried to straighten out the already well used bedrooms a bit. As we sat eating and drinking we explored each other, and talked about our wedding orgy with Alvin and the chipmunks, and that got our guests hot and horny and all over each other as they began kissing each other, as Will became very handsy with my dick, and Jordan began playing with Jeff’s. Before long I went down on Will and Jordan went down on Jeff. Our two bronzed perfectly shaped male models were now lying on our bed on their backs as Jordan and I climbed asses over their faces as we consumed their most delicious rods dripping with pre cum. Jeff and Will both faces and mouths interlocked as they switched back and forth between our dicks, balls and asses, as I couldn’t even tell which one or both were moaning. Jordan and I occasionally lifting off their dicks to share a kiss, and I saw the smile on his face knowing he was both happy and satisfied with our decision to go ahead with this. I felt relieved as well as surprised that my jealousy let me experience this relationship outside of Ted and Chet, the only other partners we’ve both shared, excluding Jordan’s lack of judgment that one time. Before long Will got on the bed face down, I lubed up and began fucking him, Jeff lubed up and got on top of me and he instructed Jordan to climb up on him we had a flat train that got started awkwardly with nine of us getting in sync properly, when we finally did it was hotter than hell. Surprisingly Will who was on the bottom declared his need to cum as his cum squished into the mattress below him, his moans were seducing as the pressure and weight of us on his back held his orgasmic thrusts and spurts to a minimum, he said it was like the cum tunnel was clamped shut giving him the most back pressure forcing the cum out. Will was next he came in my ass as he sped up I swear I heard the sloppy splashes and squishing of his cum as he forced himself completely out of me and sloppily sliding back in, that extra movement on Jordan’s end made him cum third. Me just hearing Jordan’s screaming made me cum before Jordan was done, we all fell off the dog pile laughing, where we rested and continued to pleasure each other through loving kisses and touches. The exploring of the unknowns of different partners. The boys spent the night, when Jeff woke us all by jumping out of bed screaming he was late, Will replied half asleep, groggily, thank goodness you don’t have a long commute, what is it 14 floors down or is it one floor up today? Jeff headed out the door still buttoning his pants, Jordan made some coffee and after a cup or two he departed as well. Suddenly their was a knock on the door I answered still naked assuming it was Will and low and behold it was the housekeeping people, after a quick cover up she began with cleaning the two rooms, Jordan and I waited on the balcony continuing our coffee. We discussed missing today’s sunrise and that we should spend the day on the beach, also how last night was fun but we need to not do it again and reserve our orgy romps for Ted and Chet only. We had no regrets but agreed we be exclusive.

The room was finally made up, no traces of our previous escapades, we looked at each other and said we need to be more neat over the next few days. We switched to our board shorts and down to the beach we went. The quickest way to the beach is across the pool deck, as we crossed we spotted Jeff serving a nice family their order as he smiled at us.

Neither of us were ever in the ocean before and we couldn’t wait as we dug our toes into the sand as we spent the rest of the morning people watching. The two of us couldn’t believe the openness of the gay crowd on the beach, guys all over guys, touching, kissing, even outright public lewdness, at least that’s how two Midwest boys see the gay Mecca of Miami Beach.

Then Jordan’s phone rang, it was my brother Ted he suddenly brought us back to reality, he apologized and said he couldn’t get the computer program to work in order to pay some bills, Jordan just laughed and talked him through it. We told him we had some great stories to share when we get home. Jordan and I visited the local stores and wound up buying all kinds of gifts for Ted and Chet and each other, but most importantly we bought ourselves some sexy ass Speedo’s that we used in public from then on, and then we went to the rooftop pool and admired nice young nude men, including Jeff who tried like hell to set up another orgy, but we both declined, we did leave him some nice tips though, we parted as friends.

Jordan and I spent the rest of the week just loving each other, as we looked forward to living and planning the rest of our lives together. Another day from now we’ll be headed back to our farm reality, and our honeymoon will just be an exciting memory etched in our minds.

We sent a group text out to Chet and Ted “were coming home to you guys, we hope you’re ready!!!!!!”

Consider that I’m 60 and come from a macho culture. Though I can remember being attracted / interested in men, it never crossed my mind that men can have sex together. Words as poof, fag, etc I thought they were insults. Circle jerks with classmates were only jerks offs. True gay talk back then and there was non existent.

At 24 this happened: late one (summer) night I was going home, bladder full of beer. I see an underground toilet and I descent. It was dark, stinking of piss but I was too “neat” to piss on a tree.

A few steps down I stop, unzip and start pissing. In the dark, I hear voices, complaining. I froze, stopped pissing. In just 2 seconds I got hard as hell (was possible back then) and continued to stand there. Then a hand reached between my legs (pants were on), grabbed my butt and pushed me forward, just to engulf my whole cock, effortless, in his throat. I have a 19 cm, regular girth.
His throat was so moist and warm, his mouth work felt very intense, I think I shot in less than 1 minute.

Bladder still full, I zipped my cock in and rushed out, running. I did pee on a tree and leaned against a fence, to process what happened. It was across the street from the toilet, maybe 150 m away so I could see when 2 guys went out then a minute later another went in.

Nature is fantastic, the sex drive is great and my scientific mind (repeat experiment to validate theory) brought me back twice more that night. A slut is always a slut and later I became a toilet whore and even got to know some gays, who further explained me the “phenomenon”.
Needless to say, soon after I was humping ass in toilets and parks, like there was no tomorrow.

What you need to understand is that, at least in those days, a girl would not put out so easily, they would have been labeled whores (men talk) and most of them wanted a husband, not to be a cunt dispenser.

The freedom with which men let me go inside their bodies and the amazing feelings I got from them, that never happened with girls. I still loved pussy, I love sloppy, juicy holes and the pussy is just that. But women were not fully on my taste. Men were equals and more, they could potentially fuck me, if I was not paying attention… I don’t like being fucked but that opened even more doors for me.

40 years later the gay scene has changed beyond any imagination. The aids decades, the internet/apps, changed most men’s behavior.

I love reading real sex accounts, this is how I discovered this website.

I also have some rare, older books (Flesh by Boyd McDonald for instance) with accounts from “real” men. By that, I mean readers who contributed to defunct gay magazines, written with no literary pretensions. When someone starts writing “he spread my melon cheeks and shoved his throbbing moist burning rod inside me…” I am turned off. I don’t protest against guys who are weekend wannabe writers, I just don’t go for erotic novels.

I wish more people would write from the heart and balls, not as an extension to their literary club.

This is what happened five years ago. It’s an intriguing reminiscence.

Iaşi (pronounced Iash) is the Rome of the East and was once the capital of Moldova before it declined in importance – in favor of Bucharest. Today this very beautiful city is not far from the border with the state of Moldova.

I had very nice experiences there with my boyfriend at the time, Valerian, with another gay couple, which we initially met in a relevant club.

When we were there on holiday, we visited this place one evening on a weekend. It didn’t take long for us to generate interest. The two guys who then took us to the hotel were black-haired with dark eyes and slim, just my type. Their names were Sergiu and Florin. Around 40.

I’ve never had a foursome and was really horny for it. My cock threatened to burst my pants. Already in the club, Florin caressed me lasciviously in the crotch.

In their hotel room we all undressed in a flash. Florin and I each took a small sip of the Țuică (plum brandy) we had brought with us and let this liquid go back and forth with a deep kiss. He was still massaging me. Meanwhile, Valerian blew Sergiu’s cock and sucked it devotedly while making smacking noises, which I love. Florin and I got into the 69 position.

I licked the drops off the tip of his penis, liking the salty taste and smell of his arousal. It took a lot of practice, but now I can insert a penis deep into my mouth. I “swallowed” him whole. I sucked and nibbled on him. While doing the same to me, he inserted a few more fingers up my ass. I groaned softly. Mouth full of cock that I soon robbed of milk as he shot his semen hot down my throat. I greedily swallowed the juice that I love so much. And squirted into Florin’s mouth.

After that, Sergiu came to me and pushed me to the ground. He prepared me with lube. He slowly eased himself into me, inch by inch, while stretching me face down. Meanwhile, Valerian grunted and fucked Florin, who moaned loudly.

I felt completely impaled by Sergiu and a sweet pain mixed with unbridled pleasure. He started thrusting hard and took me mercilessly. If I hadn’t braced myself properly, I would have fallen on my face. The previous orgasm had already flooded me blissfully, but now my sphincter contracted violently, sucking in Sergiu even more and he swelled inside me before he came roaring and I cried out as another climax ripped through my body. Then he licked my hole clean. Apparently he liked the taste of his own sperm, freshly harvested from my ass.

When the time came, Sergiu mounted his Florin. We both watched as he fucked him hard. Valerian’s tongue played with mine over and over again. He then pulled me onto him and I inserted his cock inside me, throbbing as I sank down on him. I rode him until I felt my asshole contracting hard again and milked him greedily. My ass was extremely thirsty and couldn’t get enough cream.

Then the four of us fell exhausted onto the bed and snuggled up to each other. Fucking and being fucked and sucking cocks is great, but I also have nothing against tenderness and closeness.

Then the morning after I sink to Valerian’s abdomen and rim his hole. Awakened by his moans, Florin now mounts me and fucks me while being fucked by Sergiu. For my part, I’m a master at fucking Valerian with my tongue. I let Valerian squirted all over my face while Florin wetted me hard inside.

It was a single symphony of moans and sighs. A true Roman orgy. Sperm is everywhere. Valerian licks my face while Sergiu’s tongue disappears into Florin’s hole this time.

I don’t want to know what the cleaning staff will think. We shower one after the other, are exhausted even though we slept. In turn, we all say goodbye to each other with French kisses. That was an orgiastic experience. Wow!

Don’t underestimate us Romanians. Please visit us in our country. Because we really appreciate sex. Just don’t give in to prejudices. Thanks for reading you great guys out there.

It was another weekend adventure at the local sauna and lately it had not been a good going for this younger bottom. I mean I could suck as much cock as I wanted but no one seemed interested in fucking my tight hot hole.

I took the room in the basement, the one opposite the sling, and hoped there were a few older guys around to play with. I went upstairs and had a nice hot shower, it gets me int he mood, then headed to the sauna to dry off and relax. As I walked in I saw him in his towel head downstairs, he was maybe in his late 50’s or early 60’s and gave me a look of pure lust and power. I still wanted to dry off so I went in and lay on my stomach flexing my tight cheeks thinking of a possible filling I could get from him. I grew restless quick and headed downstairs in hopes of catching him walking around.

Luck was on my side because he sat in his room, not far from mine, with the door wide open. He was naked and his cock was at full attention, big veins running down his long thick shaft with a studded cockring around it and holding the biggest fucking pair of balls I ever saw. Get in here he growled and I always do as I am told when such a Daddy Stud commands it!

He told me to drop my towel and turn around, he commented on my tight firm ass and told me if I wanted his cock in it to get on my knees and work for it. I had a bottle of poppers and took a few hits on my knees looking up at his thick veins and massive balls – I had not been fucked in a few months and worried about what I was getting involved with – but his hand grabbed my head and I sniffed his sac and licked at the fullness of those massive balls. The poppers started kicking in and I worked my tongue up his thick shaft following the veins as they lead me to his very large rim. He sighed and told me yes you will do tonight and I opened my mouth as wide as I could and let the head enter, my tongue swirling around it tasting his precum as I slowly let it enter into my eager throat. His hands thick and rough held my head as I let my throat relax, poppers helping this, and started taking him deeper into my throat. As I bobbed up and down now and then I would pull off and suck his balls then lick the cockring and its studs. I lost track of time and just did what I do best for this Daddy. He finally pulled my head off and looked into my eyes as he said, “where do you want to get fucked bitch” Gasping and getting my breath I murmered, “the sling Daddy”.

He pretty much dragged me to it and I climbed in with my arms on the chains as he adjusted my feet in the restraints. I took another deep hit of poppers in both nostrils as the head of his cock started opening me up. This man was thick and I let him know it as well as muttering I want you to fuck me hard make those daddy balls smack my tender asshole. He did not need to be coached. He fucked me hard, deep and fast and I let out screams of pleasure not caring who heard as this stud took what he rightfully deserved. He kept telling me how fucking tight I was and glad he came tonight to fuck such a tight lustful boy. Yes Daddy I thought but I was just holding on for dear life and letting him use my hole for his pleasure.

Was it hours was it minutes who knows, who cares, he gave me the best fuck of my bottom life and those balls left a bruise on me for several days after. When I thought he could not fuck me any harder and deeper he growled, “its time for you to take this five day load I got for you bitch” and he leaned in filling my hole with that hot daddy cock, grabbing the chains and holding my hands that were on them and looked into my eyes as he pounded me like no other man every had. We were both drenched in sweat and all I could hear in the basement of this sauna was the smacking of flesh and my cries of pure lust.

He kissed me deep his tongue sliding into my throat taking my breath away then he growled and really crushed my hands against the chains as I felt wave upon wave of his hot cum enter my well used hole. He lasted way longer than I thought and started shaking but stayed in me till he had his balls empty. He walked around to my head and told me to lick him clean, I was at his command and licked and sucked his shaft, head and cockring his cum and my pussy juice tasting so good mingled together. The cold air filling my now gapping pussy hole, He leaned in, gave me another kiss and I pretty much passed out in the sling for several minutes – until – but that is another story boys!

An episode that had really happened only months ago.

Last summer my boyfriend Nelu and I were in Timişoara, western Romania. From this town, also known as Temesvár, the spark of freedom emanated in December 1989 until all the beacons of my homeland blazed brightly.

You have to know that Timişoara is in the Banat and that is a steppe landscape, absolutely flat, like the Hungarian Puszta, and not far from this city is the Hungarian border. Of course we were also at Lake Balaton and in Szeged in Hungary. I’m just saying, we did naughty things underwater in the lake, but that’s another story.

We were in our apartment and it was still incredibly hot early in the evening. Timişoara is my birthplace and hometown, but I don’t live there anymore. Of, oh yes, I’m Tiberiu and I’m 41 years old. Heat has the effect on me that I not only sweat, but also get something like the desire to have sex.

I’m so horny. I really wanted to feel Nelu’s cock inside me. I reached inside his pants. and rubbed my abdomen lustfully against him. I felt myself getting stiff and my pants tightening. “Ionuț (like Nelu, a pet name of Ion), please, I want and need you. Now!” We both grin.

“I’ll show you, Tibi.” He licked his lips and my cock twitched. Nelu’s dick also woke up. Everything inside me was throbbing and my loins were pulling violently. I was still sore from last night. Because he had fucked me the whole time. Or I him with my mouth. Therefore, my jaw still hurt from sucking him intensely and eagerly drinking his cum. But I couldn’t get enough of Nelu’s taste. There is something beguiling about his own smell.

We undressed and in my desire I tore his shirt. Oops! Anyway, I like being manhandled by him. He roughly grabbed my arms and shoulders to throw me onto the bed. Yes! I would see the bruises as a mark of our passion. His tongue took mine hostage and we eagerly exchanged saliva, more and more of it as our mouths grew wetter and muggy. His intense kisses made me even harder than I already was. He bit my neck lightly that made me groan and suckled so that a hickey would remain.

Another medal of reward. And that fits, because Nelu is a locotenent (lieutenant) in the Romanian armată (army). By the way, I’m 1.75 meters, slim and have black hair and blue eyes. He is now 42, 1.80 meters, also slim, with dark brown hair and brown eyes.

He pinched my nipples and made them very stiff by licking them. He sank south, licking through my belly button and then taking my throbbing, twitching cock in his mouth. He licked off my precum and took my boner to the root in his mouth, his lips meeting my pubic bone. My legs were shaking. With what eagerness he sucked and nibbled and licked me. Ah! He knows exactly how to do the arte leges.

My climax overwhelmed me and he swallowed my load, which I sent down his throat as the orgasm raced through my body. My skin tingled, I saw flashes of light and I cried out. My skin seemed to glow, heat seeping through me.

I lay on my back and Nelu spread my legs so that he could reach my opening nicely and comfortably. With his agile tongue, Nelu then fucked my asshole to make me wet and soft enough to penetrate me with his already twitching cock. Though I don’t mind if getting fucked hurts sometimes. As long as it stays within limits. His tongue pushed through my sphincter. Again and again.

Then it was finally time. My hungry ass awaited the conquest of Nelu’s already heavily dripping cock, which he drove massively and hard into me, with just a few thrusts I was completely filled by him and my anus stretched nicely, my ass stuffed excellently.

He fucked me ruthlessly hard and fast the way I love it, clawing at my shoulders. We both gasped and groaned in our throats. He kept hitting my prostate through the friction and the thrusts. My dick was hard again. He twitched inside me and my cock answered him like an echo. This two-sided pulsing almost drove me insane.

I really liked that he was laying on top of me and pinning me to the bed like that. His large hands were now holding my upper arms in an iron grip. He kept ramming himself into me like there was no tomorrow. I wrapped my legs around his hips. Then I roared as I double came. I squirted on my stomach, chest and stomach. He pumped his hot milk into me. It was like I was glowing inside and about to burst into flames. My hole contracted violently around his twitching boner. Nothing beats the double star of anal and penis-triggered orgasms almost simultaneously.

Then he sank down on me, breathing heavily, and I had to catch my breath again. We were both drenched in sweat. Then he pulled his cock out of me. He knew what I desired now.

He turned me onto my stomach. I enjoyed the way his cum ran out of me. I’m not one of those people who frantically rushes to the bathroom and has to meticulously clean myself. I lay there expectant and elated, and then he began. With the palm of his hand he spanked me alternately on both ass cheeks. Until they were fiery red and blazing hot. I moaned in pleasure with each impact. Then he kneaded my testicles while he pushed his tongue back into my mouth and we kissed deeply.

Meanwhile I fingered his ass and massaged his prostate with three fingers. My dirty lover 😜 then just licked these fingers clean. A truly more than hot summer.

I was once asked why we Romanians are and were so wicked. It’s logical. We speak a Roman language, descend as Dacians (remember the famous Dacia?) from the decadent Romans as and can’t help it. 😘

I was super horny all day yesterday, my usual fuck buddies were all unavailable so I was on my favourite gay hookup app. I added some new photos of me and rewrote my profile description which mentioned “Couples or groups to the front of the line” since I had a threesome on my mind. I got the usual thirty messages from guys with blank profiles and no pictures saying “Hey”. They were ignored, deleted and then blocked. Too darn lazy for me.

It got to 8pm and I had all but given up. I had been busy working so I hadn’t had a beer, or a rum or a scotch, yet and in the back of my mind I was hoping that I would have to drive somewhere for some fun. As 8pm came around I gave up hope of some action, I poured myself a scotch and setup a movie. As the introduction screen for the movie was playing I checked one last time the hookup app on my phone.

The following message appeared: “I’m Christian, I’m straight, love speedos like you obviously do and need my cock sucked. Info in my profile, if you need to know more please feel free to ask.”

That was the most coherent response I had received all day. I pressed pause on the movie.

Christian and I sent some face pics back and forth and he looked like an adonis! I asked him if he was an underwear model,, he was that beautiful. Twenty-eight years old, dirty blonde hair, six pack swimmers body and he even had a speedo tan.

I asked him what he was doing on a gay hookup app if he was as straight,, as he claimed.

He said he had broken up with his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day (just a few days earlier), was home alone on a Friday night, a little drunk and horny. He had been blown by guys in the past and figured he would see if he could find someone willing to help him out.

We seemed to be getting along pretty well, I offered to host but Christian had already partaken in a few drinks so he offered to host. I had a quick shower and got in the car for the forty minute drive north to Christian’s place.

I was wearing my new ADDICTED speedos (there are a bunch of selfies of me wearing them on my blog), Christian said he thought they looked hot from the pics I sent him, I was wearing a towel and a polo shirt. If I was pulled over by the police I’m not quite sure how I’d explain not having any pants in the car at 9pm on a Friday night.

When I arrived at Christian’s house, I parked in front of his townhouse. As per his request, I removed my shirt and the towel around my waist, and I made a near nudie run to his front door.

To be honest, it was pretty dark and his front door couldn’t be very well seen from the neighbours but I felt naughty standing there just wearing a speedo. I went from feeling naughty to feeling worried when Christian didn’t answer the door for what seemed like an age. Finally, I heard someone on the other side of the door and I was really hoping it was Christian and I had the correct address…. as the door opened my emotions went from worried to awe.

There was Christian, wearing the pair of speedos he had promised he would wear and they just suited his body perfectly, anything would have suited his body perfectly.

Jesus he was hot.

We shook hands and I followed Christian in to his living room. He had this really comfy looking chair setup in front of the TV, which was playing some lesbian porn. Following that perfectly sculptured butt of his, I barely heard it when Christian asked me “You OK if we get straight down to business Dave?”

“Hell yeah” was my reply.

Christian sat down in what he called his ‘blowjob chair’. He had a glass of bourbon and coke next to him and he had been kind enough to put a pillow down for my knees. I dropped to my knees in front of him. I complimented Christian on his blowjob chair and his preparation. Then I got to work.

He was fully erect from before I arrived and I started by rubbing my right hand up and down the length of his cock through the lycra of his speedo. My left hand was rubbing the inside of his thigh from his knee all the way up to where his speedo prevented my access to his arse.

His cock was rock hard and pulsing, wanting to be free of the speedo, but I wanted to keep him on the edge for as long as I could. My hand was sliding up to the very tip of his cock, which was glistening with precum, and then all the way down to the backside of his balls that were full like waterballoons ready to explode.

Finally, I moved my head down in to his crotch and I tasted the little wet spot of precum and his cock twitched at the touch on my tongue.

Christian was begging me to just pull his cock out and suck it. I was trying to delay this as long as possible but he reached down and pulled his cock out the leg of his speedo. My mouth enveloped the head of his cock before it had been fully released from his speedo. I had to use my left hand to get his balls fully out.

I put my hands on the inside of Christian’s knees and lightly pushed out, opening him up. My tongue flicked, licked and circled the head of Christian’s cock and when his hand reached down and was on the back of me head, and his hips thrust up off the couch, I was ready for the load of cum that was headed my way.

You guys know me, I took every drop of his cum and it was a solid mouthful.

When I felt his cock start to soften, I released it from the confines of my mouth and tucked his cock back in to his speedo. “Fuck that was awesome Dave. You have some mad blowjob skills. Pour yourself a drink.”

I got off my knees and poured myself a drink, I had expected this to be a blow and go type of thing but Christian seemed like he wanted me to hang around. Little did I know that two drinks and an hour later my cock would be in Christian’s mouth, while his was back inside mine again. Sixty-nine style.

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Max Million (McClary Kent)

“Don’t cum in my face; please don’t cum in my face,” That’s the thought that pumped through my brain like a piston as I saw the sweaty muscle-bound nigga that had spent the last 15 minutes pounding my ass stroking his shiny black cock. With an animal like groan his climax gushed forward and struck me full blast in my goddamn face and chest!!! I wanted to scream; I wanted to throw up! Most of all I wanted to jump on him and beat his trifling black ass for not aiming at the floor or at least hitting my leg or stomach if he had to cum on me.

As soon as the director yelled cut, I raced to the bathroom where I puked up the donut and Cinnamon Toast Crunch I ate for breakfast. I hated this shit. This was not the life I ran away from home for.

Shit, I could have stayed home and had some brollic assed nigga fuck me and nut in my face. My step bother did that shit from the time I was nine, until a few months ago, when I ran away at 16. The only difference here is nobody beats my ass and I get paid.

The mother fuckers who produce these movies know I’m a minor. How many times can somebody forget to bring his ID card to work in six months? They don’t give a shit, and I don’t either long as I get paid. That’s a lie. I hate this shit and regret it more and more each day.

The warm water felt good on my face. I scrubbed maniacally to remove the nasty white residue.

“Want a bump?” asked Cedric the set director when he entered the bathroom.

“No thanks.” I declined. I was disgusted all over again. He packed his nose right in front of me. I didn’t know how true it was, but rumor around the set was that old boy had AIDS. He damn sure looked the part if he didn’t. He was all pale and gaunt. His hair was coming out and he piled on foundation that only made his skin look chalkier. I hated to even look at him. He was nice though, for a white guy. I just couldn’t get with that snorting shit. I guess the fact that I’d seen my mom do that shit all my life put me out with it. I never did drugs, not even weed.

“Your loss sweetie.” He said as he got ready to do another round. Damn, I needed to get out of that bathroom. “You know Kylo really liked what you and Bison did today, he wants to produce a whole series of scenes with the two of you.”

“Wow.” I said trying hard and failing to hide my repulsion.

“Honey be happy; you’re going to be making mad money. Trust me if the rest of your scenes are as hot as the one you just filmed; you’re going to make a lot of money. Only a few models at BGB have had a featured video series.”

I thought that it was a crock of shit that we were referred to as models. We were a bunch of whore ass niggas licking and sticking each other on camera for money. Fuck this shit! I wanted to be a movie star, not a porn star.

I started to tell Cedric I had no intention of ever fucking Bison or any other nigga that wasn’t my boyfriend again, but his ass was sitting on the nasty damn bathroom floor, his eyes were glazed over. The cracker was way over the fucken rainbow. He was even drooling. The hell with this. I made up my mind;Once I got my money, I was never stepping foot inside BGB Studios.

Raul (Jamonte Cruz)

“Oh my God; look at that body.” The handsome dark-skinned man practically salivated at the sight of the young, lean naked specimen before him. “Nice ass, and a nice thick dick; do you have any idea what your size is?”

The boy shrugged “Never measured.” He said shyly.

“We’ll that’s got to be done; you say you’re a top then it’s a must that we know your dick size. I hope it’s as long as it is thick.” He foraged through his desk drawer for a ruler. ”Goddamn it!” he shrieked in frustration when he couldn’t find one. “We’ll measure later for now make your dick hard_”

“Sir?” the boy asked

“Stroke your dick and get it hard, I want to see what you’re toting.”

For the first time since he filled out the online application and submitted a nude picture of himself, Jamonte Cruz started to have second thoughts about going into the porn business. Now was the perfect time for him to say,“Mr. Cross; thanks, but no thanks, I’ll find another way to help pay for my grandmother’s medical care.”But the reality was his 18-year –old functioning illiterate ass was not going to find a job that would allow him to adequately provide for him and his son and take care of his sick grandmother. He calmed the butterflies dancing in his stomach and stroked his dick to its full ten inches. The length and the girth had Kylo Cross seeing dollar signs. God had blessed him with a sexy Blatino kid with a tight body and a nice big sturdy cock.

“Young man; you are going to be a big star if you can fuck as good as you look. You are perfect for our Footie Fuckers series.”

“Footie Fuckers?”

“The rage in gay black porn is sexy slender built boys wearing only footie socks; We haven’t had a real big Footie fucker star since Creame Royale left the business a couple of years ago.”

Two years and the name still burned in Kylo Cross’s mouth. Royale Creamer or Creame Royale as he was known at BGB was Kylo’s biggest star after Tank Thrasher killed himself. The thought of the millions Kylo could have made if he still had the popular model kept him awake at night; that and the ongoing plot for revenge. “Put your clothes on young man, we have some serious matters to cover, the first being what to call you.”

“My name is Jamonte”

“Stupid Fuck” thought Kylo “In this business one does not use his real name, besides, you have very distinct black and Latin features, we need to name you something more exotic and less, (Ghettoas shit)African American. “You remind me of a boy I once courted in Brazil, his name was Raul; he was so damn sexy.” Quickly the image of Raul’s half missing face flashed before Kylo’s eyes. He had to grit his teeth, hard to thwart the violent shaking spells that usually followed the flashbacks. Vomit teased his throat.

“Mr. Cross; are you Ok?” asked Jamonte, now Raul.

“Yes.” Lied Kylo wiping away the outbreak of sweat on his forehead. “Now come, Raul, we have a lot of things to go over.”

Tyson King

Tyson King did not know what was going on. As soon as he got to work the principal, Mr. Shooke told him to come to his office, and a sub would be teaching his class for the day.

“Sit down, Mr. King.” Said Mr. Shooke in a more authoritative tone than Tyson was used to out of him.

“Mr. Shooke; what’s going on?” asked Tyson.

“Funny”, Shooke’s eyebrow rose. “I was about to ask you the same thing. What the hell is going on Tyson; my office has been flooded with calls about a video of you that’s on the internet.”

Tyson felt his throat tighten, His one fuck up in life was finally coming back to haunt him. The brutal, bloody ass pounding he took on camera five years ago to get himself a car his freshman year of college was now coming to light a year and a half into his professional career.

“Mr. Shooke, I’m not going to lie; a few years ago, I really needed some money and I made the idiotic decision of performing in a pornographic film, I only did that one scene.”

“One scene, five years ago; you and I both know that that’s a load of horse shit Tyson.”

“Mr. Shooke I swear___________”

“You mean to tell me that you don’t know that there are over 38 sex scenes uploaded online of you and some guy; the most recent posted at 3:00 a.m.”

“Mr. Shooke, I swear to God there must be a mistake.” Tyson was nearly in tears. Who on earth could have made such accusations, and since they were obviously false, he had unnecessarily disclosed the truth about the one sex scene he had did.

“Mistake; after the fifth parent contacted me this morning I checked out that website; now I’m as straight as a board, so you can only imagine how uncomfortable I was to see a star math teacher getting fucked doggie style by some thug in a skull cap, while Prince’s song Pussy Control played over and over” Mr. Shooke pounded his desk with his fist. “Goddamn it I loved that song; my wife stripped to it on our wedding night and every year on our honeymoon, but you have forever ruined that song for me!”

Tyson didn’t hear shit Mr. Shooke said past the description of the sexcapade him and Royale had had the night before. How the fuck did it get online?Don’t be fucken stupid Tyson; you know goddamn well how.

“Mr. King! Mr. King!” Tyson snapped back into focus on Mr. Shooke. “Mr. King, effective immediately, you need to resign, before this becomes a full -blown scandal.”

The tears were staining Tyson’s mint colored shirt and matching tie. He had worked so hard to become a respected teacher, and now that was snatched away from him by the person he’d shared his life with for the past two years.

“Ok.” Said Tyson completely defeated “I know this might be a bit much to ask, but can I at least say goodbye to my students.”

“I have to protect these students, that’s why I’d appreciate it if you’d go ahead and leave while everyone is in class that should lessen your chance of running in to one of them on your way out; I’ll have security escort you out of the building.”

“I am not a goddamn child molester!” hissed Tyson. “Dude fuck you and this school.” Tyson gathered his backpack and stormed out of Mr. Shooke’s office. It wasn’t until he’d made it home that he finally released the scream that had built up inside of him.

Karomale (Carmello)

I don’t give a shit what mother fuckers think about me. I own the fact that I am a faggot. I also own the fact that I am a boss bitch. That’s right the fabulous Karomale, born Carmello, (No last name because I am a star) is a mother fucken boss bitch.

Some bitches think that they are the shit; I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that I am what niggas want to see and who niggas want to be with. I am a petite five foot five 102 pounds, nice caramel colored skin and an ass that makes most real bitches envious. As if I wasn’t pretty enough, I recently dyed my hair blonde, something Chris Brown couldn’t pull off but the Boss Bitch Karomale made it hella sexy.

My twitter and Instagram stay flooded with admirers who love the way I milk a dick. I am the most popular and highest paid bottom at BGB because I’m not the bitch that’s gonna whine and whimper about how it hurts or it’s too big; fuck that shit, it’s so fucken 90s gay porn. I’m the bitch that’s gonna urge a nigga to go deeper, fuck me harder and make my pretty ass shake. I love dick, especially those thick assed jungle snakes. I haven’t met a one that I couldn’t tame yet, so I knew that this new cat had better been prepared.

I went into the green room, to size him up (No pun intended), to make sure he understood that he might be a top, but I was the bitch running the show. I had to admit, old boy was sexy as shit. My mussy was already starting to get hot.

“Hi sweetness,” I said turning on the old Carmello charm. “I’m Karomale, Cedric told me we’re going to be playing together today.”

“Yea, hi, I’m Jamonte, I mean Raul”

“Well, which is it, baby?”

“My real name is Jamonte, but my porn name is Raul.”

“Raul actually suits you; what are you part Puerto Rican.”

“Probably, but I’m not sure, I never knew who my father was.”

“Well sweetie are we going to be using rubbers or raw dogging?”

“I don’t know; I don’t like using them, but we don’t really know each other___”

“Can you keep it up good with condoms?”

“To be honest; I’ve never worn one, the instructions for putting them on are confusing, I always ended up just ripping one trying to put it on.”

Wow; talk about a stupid mother fucker. God truly looks out for fools and babies, all of old boy’s tests were negative.

“We can go without them, just make sure you let them know when you’re gonna cum.”

“How will I do that?”

Now old boy left himself wide open for a Boss Bitch Karomale read, but he was too fucken cute and sweet so I simply explained, “When you feel it about to happen, you yell out ‘I’m gonna cum’, make sure you do it a few seconds before you start so the camera can catch the whole thing,” then I added “You can cum on my ass, back, stomach or chest, if it’s real good I’ll let you cum in my mouth, but never, never do you cum in my face; understand?”

“Yes; say I’m gonna cum a few seconds before I do it, and cum anywhere but in your face.”

“Very good, now I’ma go take a shower and get ready for you, baby, make sure you shower too; I can’t stand no musty balls when I’m sucking dick.”

I left the green room silently praying that Raul’s fucking ability was greater than his IQ.

“Oh Shit!” I moaned as Raul plowed his enormous dick through my pretty ass. He had my legs spread wide as shit as he laid the mother fucken pipe. I didn’t have to tell that nigga to go deeper or fuck me harder. He was up to his balls in my ass and ramming it like he was mad at it. My freaky ass loved every ass quaking thrust. I usually didn’t get hard during these scenes, but his long, thick dick had me rock hard and leaking precum. Twice he had to be reminded to keep his face to the camera, and what a face. Even with the serious ass scowl, he was still a sexy mother fucker.

I could feel his nut approaching, but he was still slamming away in my ass.

“Raul, you’re gonna cum.” I whispered as best I could. Kylo hated to hear anyone giving directions in a video.

“Oh Shit” he said as if just realizing it “I am gonna cum.” He had already busted some inside me but pulled out in time to give a decent money shot. I thought it was over, but old boy actually took some of his freshly shot cum and began jacking my hard dick. In true boss bitch fashion, I started bucking and moaning as if every stroke was sending me to the brink. I nutted like a mother fucking horse; my whole body convulsed as I sprayed. Damn that was some mind -blowing shit. When Cedric yelled,” Cut!” I was still twitching and moaning. Not since Cream Royale had a top made me feel so good. Goddamn Raul.

“That was too fucken hot.” Said Cedric handing Raul a towel.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say I was coming on time.”

“It’s fine, Karomale don’t mind a little cum in his ass every now and then.”

He had that right. I damn didn’t mind, especially when the cum was shot by a fine stud mother fucker like Raul. Old boy had the potential to be BGB’s next big star, and this boss bitch had every intention of riding him all the way to the top.

Royale Creamer (Creame Royal)

Tears stung Royale’s eyes as he waited at the bus station. Two years of the best relationship imaginable had ended because of the shit he was in. Rather than tell Tyson the truth (Which he seriously couldn’t; the less who knew the better), he honored Tyson’s request that he get the fuck out of his life.

Setting up the Royale’s Palace website was a stupid and fucked up thing to do, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He owed his crazy, drug dealing cousin, Mike, a grip. The worst thing in the world about having a fucked-up secret that one other person knows is that other person can use it to blackmail the hell out of you, which is what Mike had been doing for the past three months.

Many nights he lay in bed thinking how easy his life would be if he’d just kill Mike. He knew he could never do it because he had made the fucked-up mistake of taking a life once, and he could never do it again. The life he’d taken three summers ago had cost him his peace of mind, his dignity, and ultimately, the one thing he cherished the most, his relationship with Tyson.

Turning himself in wasn’t even a safe option, especially now. The sight of the Grey Hound bus was depressing. Royale did not relish the destination that he was headed to.

Two years ago, he swore that he would never return to Elizabeth City North Carolina, and certainly never step foot in BGB Studios. Never say Never.

“MM, MMM, MMM, Creame Royal.” Grinned Kylo Cross from ear to ear. “I’ve had plenty of boys leave over the years, one as recent as three days ago, but you’re the first to actually come back.”

“I ain’t gonna bullshit you, Kylo, I stepped away, tried the relationship thing and the legit nine to five, but it wasn’t the life I wanted.” Lied Royale. “This helps me lead the life I want; I’d much rather make a couple of grand from busting a nut than breaking my back.”

“Smart thinking, but there is the matter of that other website featuring you and a certain one hit BGB wonder.”

“The website has been disabled, besides variety is the spice of life, I’d rather get paid to fuck a lot of dudes than just fuck the same one over and over.”

“Well, I’m willing to welcome you back into the family, but first you’ve gotta suck my dick.” For the first time since the meeting began, Kylo wasn’t smiling, he was dead serious. Royale was in no position to tell him to go fuck himself.

“Right now?” asked Royale

Kylo unfastened his black pinstriped Kenneth Cole slacks and let his long black shiny cock spring forward. “Right now,” he said slouching in his leather chair with his arms resting behind his head.

Royale got down on his knees and took Kylo’s massive pipe in his mouth. Sucking dick was not something Royale did regularly, but he knew that he had to put his heart and his soul into this blow job. This cock sucking was a matter of life or death.

Royale never wanted to enter the house. He’d done a lot of crazy shit with his cousin, Mike over the years, but breaking and entering was the one thing he had never fathomed. Prison had changed Mike. He came out pissed off and unforgiving, especially of Royale, who stupidly threw nearly a twenty-grand worth of drugs over the Chowan River bridge, rather than stashing them in the woods or somewhere safe. Mike made it very clear that Royale owed him, and he wanted his shit quick.

The only place he could remotely think would have that type of cash on hand was Kylo Cross’s suave estate in Elizabeth City. Royale recalled that at one of Kylo’s gentlemen parties the horny toad who’d paid for his services that night mentioned that Kylo kept a shit load of money in a suitcase under his bed.

“Can you imagine that?” Laughed the nasty drunk bastard in between licks of Royale’s asshole; all thefuckenbanks in North Caroline, and the son of a bitch keeps all that shit in a suitcase under the bed.”

Royale knew that on Fridays, Kylo was on the set until way past three in the morning trying to get the movies edited and uploaded by Saturday afternoon. His heart was in his throat as he and Mike managed to break into Kylo’s home. Weird that a man with such lavish taste didn’t think to have a security alarm.

“His bedroom is this way,” whispered Royale “Let’s just get the money and get the fuck out of here.”

“You go get the money.” Instructed Mike. I want to see what else of value old boy got around here.”

“No,” protested Royale. “It’s bad enough we’re taking his money_______

Mike’s hand throttled Royale. Through the dimness of his flashlight, Royale could see the evil that burned in his cousin’s eyes. What had prison done to him?

“Understand me mother fucker, I am running this show, now do as I said, or I’m fucking you up, then I’m going to your boyfriend’s school, kidnap him, and make him my bitch for a few days before I blow his brains out.” Royale had no doubt his cousin meant every word of his threat. “Now go get my fucken money while I find some shit to sell.”

Royale coughed and gagged for several minutes when Mike released the grip on his throat. It was the sound of Royale’s coughing that woke the young man who slept, unbeknownst to the two intruders, only a fifty feet away on the living room couch. The coughing immediately startled him awake and made him clap his hands flooding the room with light and waking the sleeping TV.

Before the two burglars had a chance to think, the boy, clad only in a jock strap sprang from the couch and went into full out assault mode on Mike and Royale. He managed to get a few good hits in on a startled Royale, but Mike was unfazed by the punches and sprawled the boy across the floor with one punch.

“Come on Mike let’s go.” Said Royale, figuring the boy was out cold.

“Go get my goddamn money.” Raged Mike pulling his Glock from the waist band of his jeans. Royale offered no further protest and went to retrieve the money, hoping that it would end the ordeal.

The boy began to stir, to Mike’s sadistic delight. His dick had gotten hard while watching the boy struggle to regain consciousness. He could have fucked him while he was out cold, but he wouldn’t have enjoyed it as much. Mike drug the boy to his feet and draped his still rubber legged body over the side of the couch. The jock strap provided him easy access to the beautiful brown skinned boy’s nice round ass. The boy released a banshee cry when Mike’s swollen, thick dick head split the tightness of his asshole. Kylo had a big dick, but he’d never been rough with the boy. Mike was slamming in and out of the boy’s ass mercilessly. 

Royale could hear the rape from Kylo’s room. He had found the money under the bed but couldn’t bear to go into the living room and see his cousin, whom he once admired, brutally raping a kid who couldn’t have been a day over 16. Kylo liked them young, and apparently so did his cousin Mike.

After what seemed like an eternity, Royale finally heard his cousin scream “Oh Shit I’m about to bust!” before releasing a guttural bellow that damn near drowned out the boy’s painful screech. Then all was silent except for the boy’s sobbing.

The minute he returned to the living room; Royale was nauseated. Mike the arrogant fuck was actually sitting down smoking a blunt. The boy was still bent down over the sofa arm. The blood running down his legs reminded Royale of the sickening sex scene his lover, Tyson had endured with Tank Thrasher.

“Alright cuz let’s go.” He pleaded.

Mike blew out a cloud of smoke further filling the room with smell of Chocolate Thai. “We’ll leave as soon as you kill this mother fucker”

“Mike come on, we got the money, you got a nut; let’s just get while the getting’s good.”

“Mother fucker didn’t I tell you about that shit!!!” thundered Mike. “I gave you a goddamn mother fucking order now follow it or your ass and his gonna die up in this mother fucker.”

Mike tossed the Glock to Royale as if it were a pack of chewing gum. For a second, Royale thought of taking Mike out; killing him before he had the chance to hurt somebody else. As much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn’t kill Mike any more than he could kill that poor boy that was still whimpering and draped across the couch. 

“Shoot him or I’m sending some goons to get your boy; you think I’m playing mother fucker?” Mike pulled out his cell phone to show he meant business. Royale didn’t give him time to dial the number with his eyes closed he pressed the gun to the side of the boy’s face and pulled the trigger. There was a wet pop followed by a loud “Goddamn!” shrieked by Mike.

When Royale opened his eyes, he saw Mike scampering out of the house with the suitcase, and the image that haunted him to this day. Half of the boy’s face was gone. The one eye that remained in tack seemed to be staring at him as if to ask “Why?”

The ringing telephone startled Royale. He pissed his pants as the voice on the answering machine said “Raul, Raul are you awake; It’s me Kylo, I should be there in an hour honey. I’ll bring you some honey vanilla Hagan Daz.”

Finally, able to move his legs, Royale bolted from the house just in time to catch Mike as he was backing out the driveway.

For the next three years, Royale went about his life as if he hadn’t murdered a young man in cold blood. He did odd jobs, earned his GED, moved into an apartment with Tyson and lead a practically normal life. Three months ago, Mike, fresh off another prison stretch called him out of the blue. No formal salutations just “Where the fuck is my money?”

“Mike, I squared you three years ago.”

“You squared me away for the money you fucked around and let get away, but you ain’t gave me shit for keeping my mouth shut mother fucker; you forget I saw you commit murder and you and I both know that once it gets out, you won’t even go to trial because Kylo Cross will have you killed for offing his prime piece of ass.”

“Mike, I ain’t got any money and I can’t get back out there selling drugs or doing porn again.”

“I don’t give a shit what you do; you’ve got three weeks to get some money in my hands or I’m calling the Elizabeth City PD and dropping a dime.”

Left with no choice, Royale set up a website and begun filming he and Tyson’s sexual episodes, which were damn, near freakier than the nastiest flick anybody could imagine.

Goddamn he’d fucked up. He’d lost the man he loved and now here he was sucking the cock of the man whose lover he’d murdered.

Kylo busted in Royale’s mouth filling the back of his throat with salty cream.

“Next time, I’m going to fuck you.” Stated Kylo as casually as “good morning” Royale left Kylo’s office with the assurance that between Kylo, Mike, or the BGB juggernaut dejour, he was going to wind up fucked, and he wasn’t going enjoy either scenario

Kylo Cross (The Boss)

In the summer of 1998, I turned thirty and made the decision that I would finally make money off the one thing I loved the most; watching beautiful young black boys fuck each other. I’d studied film production in college and knew that the fastest way to distribute my work was to utilize the internet; which then was very new to most people. With the help of an old friend of mine from college, Cedric Payne, the white trash queen, I launched BGB. Nearly 20 years and millions of dollars later the site is still up and doing well and BGB has branched off into the world of feature DVD and Blue Rays, monthly pay per views, and gentlemen’s parties. Yes, business is indeed booming.

If things couldn’t get any better, Creame Royale, the versatile heart throb came crawling back after two years. I needed him back working for BGB as much as I need air in my lungs, but he will never know. Besides it’s more fun making him “earn” his spot back.

He stepped out of my bathroom wearing only a towel. Beads of moisture glistened on his well sculpted body. Lord have mercy, if I had died right then and there, I would have been content having that as my last image on earth. My dick started to make a tent out of my chocolate brown satin top sheet. I was going to fuck Creame Royale, and enjoy every hot, nasty minute of it. This episode, unbeknownst to him was being filmed, but it was for my eyes only. He let the towel fall to the floor. His dick wasn’t fully hard yet and still it had length and girth. None of that mattered at the moment though, because I wanted that nice tight, bubble ass.

“Boy come and get this dick.” I said flinging back the sheets giving him a full view of my mighty rod. He made his way onto the bed and began sucking my dick even better than he had the day I hired him back. I see now why all the tops and bottoms at BGB were thrilled he was back; Royale had some skills. He was the first nigga I met who could take all my dick in his mouth and not so much as gag.

When my dick was so fucken hard a damn lion couldn’t have left a scratch mark on it, he looked at me while holding it and asked, “Do you think a cat your age can really fuck me like I’m used to being fucked?” Arrogant mother fucker, them’s fighting words! In a matter of seconds, I had him on his stomach pummeling his asshole. His moaning was music to my ears. I aimed to show him that a cat my age probably forgot more about fucking than he would ever know.

I flipped him over onto his back and pushed his legs up above his head. I started hitting that ass real slow. I knew I was knocking it right because the mighty Creame Royale was crying and begging me not to stop fucking him so good. Just to further fuck with his mind, I’d stop for a few seconds and make him beg me to give him some more good dick.

I lifted him up off the bed and stood in the middle of my bedroom and fucked him standing up with his legs wrapped around my waist. His dick was rock hard and scorching hot against my stomach as I bounced him up and down on my dick.

“Am I fucking you right?” I asked as I plowed deeper

“You -You’re fucking me right”, he whimpered “Goddamn, you fucking me right!” I sat back down on the bed with him still attached. Without having to be told, he began riding my dick cowboy style. His hard dick’s precum looked so good; I couldn’t help myself from bending my head down and sucking him off while he rode. Hey! As good as he was working my dick, that was the least I could do. The harder my lips tugged on his dick, the tighter his asshole gripped mine. We were both about to cum. I rammed deep into his asshole and exploded; with a scream he filled my mouth. Goddamn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Did the old man do you right?” I asked sarcastically as I lit myself a cigar.

“I’ma go take a bath and jet.” He said getting out of my bed and heading back to the bathroom. Just like I wasn’t about to tell him how badly BGB needed him back, I wasn’t about to tell him how badly I wished that he would just stay the night beside me. Fuck that shit; I got too much money and too much pride to ever let one of these internet fuck sluts get my emotions twisted.

Tyson King

Tyson’s heart sank when for the first time outside the gas station; he noticed the missing person’s poster. The boy McClary Kent, missing from Murfreesboro for six months now, had been one of his students. He showed a lot of promise in his work, then one day slightly before Halloween, he just stopped coming to school. Tyson figured he was 16 and just quit. It wasn’t until now, that he didn’t have his job or Royale to focus on did he start to notice things.

Tyson had just finished pumping his gas when a black, jacked up hummer blasting Jay Z pulled into the station. Tyson had seen the obnoxious vehicle plenty of times. It belonged to Royale’s drug slinging cousin, Mike.

“Where Royale?!” He hollered over the loud ass music.

“What?” frowned Tyson. To the relief of Tyson and others in the gas station, Mike turned the fucken music down.

“I said where Royale?”

“I don’t know.” Shrugged Tyson. “I put his sorry ass out days ago, he hasn’t even been back to get his fucken love seat.”

“I’m ‘spose to be getting that for him,” lied Mike. “He called and told me to get it he’d meet me over this way, but a brother is kinda in a rush; can I just follow you to the crib and get it now?”

“Yea.” Said Tyson, “The sooner you get it out the better; I don’t want any more of his shit in my life.” Tyson got into his car and signaled for Mike to follow him.

“So, what happened between ya’ll?” asked Mike as Tyson fished through his pockets for the keys to the apartment.

“I really don’t want to discuss it.” Said Tyson opening the door and going inside before Mike. He was barely over the thresh hole when he felt the punch connect with the back of his head and neck. He staggered forward two steps before his knees buckled and his whole world went black.

When he came to Mike was on top of him and inside him deep. He tried to get from under him,, but his efforts were met with fierce strikes to his face and head. Tyson attempted to scream hoping one of the neighbors would hear, but Mike clamped his hand over his mouth and nose stifling his scream and air supply. “Shut the fuck up.” Hissed Mike. “I’ma get my nut whether you dead or alive, now you fucken choose.”

Out of options, defeated, Tyson lay on the floor, for what seemed an eternity as Mike fucked his asshole and humiliated him with offensive homosexual slurs. Tyson cried out in pain when Mike’s nut shot into his sore and torn ass, causing it to sting. Mike snatched out and shook his dick flinging cum remnants all over Tyson and the floor. He leaned into Tyson’s ear. “You tell anybody, and you’re a dead faggot.”

Tyson felt himself lose consciousness again. When he came to moments later, Mike was long gone, and Tyson was half naked on the floor, sore and bruised from head to foot with a crumpled hundred-dollar bill in his hand.

McClary Kent (Formerly Max Million)

“I am sorry.” Said the fat white lady behind the desk. “You are handsome, but I don’t think I could find work for you.”

I couldn’t believe what the fuck I was hearing. There I was attempting to secure work on camera that didn’t involve some muscle-bound nigga nutting in my face, and this fat ugly bitch was telling me that I was wrong for her agency. How the hell can a fine ass young light skinned brother with acting and singing ability be wrong for an acting and modeling agency?

“I don’t understand,” I said, “You’ve seen my pictures, I’ve sang and acted for you; what more do I have to do?”

“First of all, these pictures your little friends snapped with their camera phones are cute, but not professional; you need a portfolio. Second, your acting skills are average, and black males who sing like you are a dime a dozen; now maybe the next agency you audition for will lose its shit and hire you, but the Maude Maven agency can’t use you; my advice to you is, finish school.”

“And my advice to you is lose about fifty fucken pounds” I snapped as I snatched my pictures out of her stubby hands and stormed out of her office.

The fat fucken cunt! I spent a lot of money just to drive across country to seek out the Maude Maven Agency. It was supposed to be the best in the country, but how he fuck could it make that claim when it couldn’t recognize my star power?

On a light pole just outside of Maude Maven, there was a flier that read “Male Models Wanted; Make up to $15,000.” I took the number down. It more than likely was a scam, but I was new in LA with limited funds and a dream. I would call and check it out.

Raul (Formerly Jamonte Cruz)

Since the tender age of twelve, Raul, formerly Jamonte, was well aware of two things: One, He was not a smart person, and Two, People, especially men, would give him things in order to fuck him.

He discovered the former early on. Reading and Math did not come easy to him. He could not recite the alphabet without singing the letters. He got through school by being polite and staying out of trouble. The latter he learned at the age of twelve when his family was about to be evicted from their home. His grandmother, who’d raised him, had taken ill and hadn’t worked in nearly three months. His aunt, more like his sister, Magdalena was 19 and very pregnant with her third baby; therefore, couldn’t work. The worry of having no place to go with her daughter and four grandchildren only elevated his grandmother’s illness.

One afternoon, while he was outside trying to imagine what the home would look like without his family in it, his aunt/sister came onto the porch and ordered him to get into the family’s beat up Ford Taurus.

Once he was inside the vehicle she said, “Mr. Gonzalez said he’ll let us stay if you come and spend the afternoon with him; I offered, but he don’t want me.” She searched the boy’s face to see if he understood what she intended for him to do. Seeing the confused look on his face made her glassy eyed. “Jamonte, I don’t want you to do this, but we ain’t got nowhere to go and Ma is really sick; Jamonte do you know why I’m taking you to Mr. Gonzalez’s?”

“I gotta go to his place so we can stay.”

“Mama is sick Jamonte, she can’t ever know about this……….

That afternoon, he was introduced to trade. Mr. Gonzalez fucked him, gave him 75 bucks and told him to return next month when the rent was due. He’d been paying the family’s rent that way ever since. He never told his grandmother who every night thanked Mr. Gonzalez for having such a kind and pure heart, that it was Mr. Gonzalez’s hard dick and not his pure heart that kept them living there.

Since the age of 12, trade had become a part of his everyday life. He considered porn to be trade on a grander scale. He could make more money for sex and the only compromise was that thousands if not millions of people would see him earn his money. At least the guys he fucked were all around his age and attractive. He looked forward to actually giving Mr. Gonzalez cash instead of dick and ass.

Jamonte, now Raul, also learned at an early age that everybody who was nice to him typically had an agenda. Usually it involved sex, so he didn’t mind when people were not what they initially presented themselves as, in the end he got to bust a nut. A good nut was the only reason he found himself in a restaurant seated across the table from Karomale. Raul did not trust him, but he thoroughly enjoyed their on-camera fuck and figured if he could hit it now and then off camera it was worth it to entertain this dinner meeting.

“Sweetie, order what ya like; it’s on me.” Grinned Karomale. “I invited one more person and he will be joining us shortly.”

“Oh, shit he wants a threesome,” Thought Raul. “Damn, I hope this other cat isphine cause if not……”

“What do you want?” asked Karomale breaking his train of thought.

“Whatever you’re having.” Said Raul setting aside the menu he couldn’t read.

“Steak and lobster it is.” Said Karomale. Raul wondered if he ever stopped smiling. One thing he did know was that a perpetually smiling person was never truly happy or friendly. “Have you checked the site yet; our scene already has over 5,000 buys, that’s damn good.”

“Wow that’s really good.”

“How much money do you think Kylo made off that scene alone.”

“HMM, a lot” shrugged Raul.

“A damn lot.” Said Karomale. “A hell of a lot more than the fraction he pays us for fucking on camera.”

Raul had no idea where Karomale was going with this. If he had plans on getting out of the porn business fine, but Raul knew that his options were limited.

“Late as usual.” Mumbled Karomale as Royale joined them at the table. Raul was suddenly hoping that somebody got the nerve to suggest a threesome.

“Sorry fellas,” apologized Royale, “I had a few loose ends to tie up”

“Anyway, Royale, This gorgeous young thing is Jamonte, but Kylo named him Raul.” Raul noticed right away that Royale seemed suddenly uncomfortable.

“Pleased to meet you.” Said Royale extending his hand

“Like wise.” Said Raul

“Now fellas, I invited ya’ll out to dinner; by the way, we’re having steak and lobster, Royale, I hope you don’t mind, I ordered you the same.”

“Hey its free.” Smiled Royale. Raul smiled too. He really wanted to fuck, honestly he wanted Karomale to get the hell out of the way, so he and Royale could get better acquainted.

“Well anyway Sweeties, I summoned the two of you because let’s be real; we’re the finest mother fuckers at BGB studios. Royale, you are a legend, I am a boss bitch, and Raul you are the hottest dick to hit a porn set since the mother fucker sitting across from you. Point blank and period, Kylo is making major ass money off you and me, Royale and he’s going to make major money off of Raul here. The fraction we are going to make is a pimple on a mother fucken elephant’s ass compared to what he is going to rake in.”

“So, do we ask him for a raise?” asked Raul

“Bless your heart baby; do you honestly think Kylo Cross is going to give us a raise? Shit, he don’t realize that some of us know that we ought to be making fucken royalties any goddamn way.”

“What are royalties?” Asked Raul. His aunt/sister had always advised him to take every opportunity to learn something, and right now royalties sounded like something important that he needed to know about.

“Royalties is the money he should be paying me, Royale, and Tank Thrasher’s family since we fucken made BGB; our videos sell more than anybody else’s.”

Raul was still not sure what royalties were. He didn’t want to ask again because he did not want to come off as completely stupid, especially in front of Royale who he was lusting more with every second. His dick was rock hard; he wanted to go to the bathroom and do a quick jerk, but his hard on was very obvious in his skinny jeans, so he sat massaging it under the table through his pants.

“So, are you suggesting that we go to Kylo and demand royalties?” asked Royale.

“I’m suggesting that we leave the mother fucker high and dry and start our own shit.” Said Karomale. The waiter finally brought their food. Karomale waited until he was gone before he finished. “Think of the money we could make.”

“Nah.” Said Royale shaking his head. “I ain’t trying to fuck with Kylo, I was lucky he took me back.”

“Nigga, do you not realize that you are fucken gold at BGB; Kylo would have taken you back in a heartbeat, I bet you didn’t even negotiate a higher pay.”

Raul was the only one eating but he was listening as well. What Karomale was saying made sense, as far as he was able to comprehend, but something had to be wrong if Royale was so strongly against it.

“I am just not burning anymore bridges with Kylo.” Asserted Royale.

“Fucken stupid!” Groaned Karomale. “Waiter check please. Y’all can continue to be loyal little fuck boys all you want. I don’t owe Kylo shit.” Not waiting for the waiter, Karomale tossed two one hundred -dollar bills onto the table and stormed out of the restaurant.

“Wow, that was a lot.” Said Raul

“Do yourself a favor bruh, don’t fraternize with that one outside of work.”

“Fraternize?”

“Don’t associate with him. Carmello has always been messy and he’s always on some get rich or die trying shit.”

“Thanks for the warning. I am just trying to stack some money and take care of my family. I want my son to have a better life than mine.”

“You have a son?”

“Yes, I have a two- year -old son. I am trying to get custody of him. Right now, my Aunt has custody.”

“Why does your aunt have custody?”

“I don’t feel comfortable discussing that. I am sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize.” Said Royale “So, what made you decide to take this route to earn money?” Like you don’t know the fucken answer, Royale; It’s a lot of money in a little time.

“My best friend used to work there. He ran away from home a few months ago. Out of the blue I get an email to him with a link to a video. I was shocked because he was doing hard core porn shit, but he’s only 16. I thought that was against the law.”

“It is.” Said Royale, His stomach began to flutter. Kylo’s rule was, ‘Everybody’s 18 until proven otherwise’

“Well he told me how much he made and told me I needed to get here, but I was doing okay, making decent enough money working at the dollar store until they wanted to put me on the register. I was too embarrassed to tell them that I wasn’t very good with counting out change, so I just didn’t return to work. By the time I came to BGB, they told me he had been gone for about month. He got his money one day and never returned.”

“What’s your friend’s name?”

“McClary Kent. He is couple years younger than me, but we pretty much grew up together.”

Royale’s heart began to race.

“Is this your friend?” asked Royale showing Raul the picture in his phone.

“Yeah, that’s McClary. How do you know him?”

“He’s my fucken cousin. Goddamnit Kylo! Raul, here is my number, call me if you hear anything from McClary. I have to go.”

Raul folded the piece of paper and put it in his pocket. He wanted to go wherever Royale was going. He knew it was silly, but Raul was rapidly developing a crush.

“Don’t wake the children.” Said Magdalena when Raul entered the house. “Don’t wake Mama either. She’s been crying in pain all day, the medicine finally put her to sleep.”

“You didn’t over- medicate her; did you?”

“Fuck you!” Magdalena tried not to raise her voice. “You do not get to strut your little ass in here and accuse me of shit. I am here all day dealing with Mama, and the children.”

“They are your children; you’re supposed to deal with them.”

“One of them is your child too, mother fucker, don’t forget that.”

“Oh, now he’s my child. You know I am so fucken sick of your control games. He’s my child when you’re pissed off, but I am his Uncle Jamonte any other time.”

“You know Goddamn well why we tell him you’re his uncle.”

“Yeah, to cover up the fact that you got your 17- year old nephew drunk and fucked him.”

Magdalena burned his jaw with a slap.

“Fuck You! I never had a fucken childhood because of you. Corrine had you and dumped you on Ma, who dumped you on me while she worked. Then I fucked up and started having kids of my own way too fucken young. Then Ma got sick. It’s all been one big fucken domino effect that has shit on me my entire life. You have had it easy.”

“The Fuck; you think letting that old nasty ass man fuck over me for the past seven years has been easy?”

“That was to benefit you just as much as everybody else.”

“Is that what you tell yourself? Is that how you sleep at night, Magdalena?”

“You know what Jamonte _______”

“Maggie!” the tortured woman called from her bedroom

“Shit! She’s awake.” Complained Magdalena.

“I’ll go check on her.” Said Raul

The room smelled of a urine and Magdalena’s half- hearted effort to clean with dollar store brand bleach.

“Ma-Ma, are you okay?” He asked

“Yeah, I didn’t know it was you. I thought she had snuck another one of her sorry ass men in here and they were arguing.”

“No, Ma-Ma. She was just fussing about how late I came home. She forgets I am no longer a child.” Lied Raul.

“I wish she put that effort and energy into raising her damn children,” she grimaced. “All day long they’re running around tearing the place from here to east hell until they get on her nerves enough to beat the shit out of them and make them lie down. Jesus, how did I raise such trifling bitches? Her and Corrine; trifling and selfish as hell.”

“Have you had anything to eat?” He asked. He didn’t want to hear his grandmother run down either his mother or his sister/aunt. Despite their issues he still loved both of them. He understood that hating them for what they were would mean that he would to some extent have to hate Ma-Ma, because she was the one who raised them. The way in which Ma-Ma talked to Magdalena and about Corrine was enough for him to ascertain that their behavior was indicative of nurture not nature.

“Yeah.” She closed her eyes again. The pain that coursed through her body was evident on her face. The cancer that had decided to take resident in her body seven years ago was much like her two daughters. I would show up out of the blue, like Corrine, upset everybody and everything, and then go away leaving no sense of relief just the anxiety of when and how aggressively it would return. For the past few months, it had been more like Magdalena: the cancer lingered as if it didn’t want to leave her but lacked the compassion to put her out of her misery.

“I’ll get your medicine.”

“No. I still have a few more hours before I take more. Just sit with me for a while if you are not too tired.”

“Sure, Ma-Ma.” He said sitting on the foot of her bed.

“Jamonte, I wish we had put more into you, so that you could be going to college and doing something better with your life. It’s sad that such a beautiful boy as yourself doesn’t have anything to offer the world.” She closed her eyes.

Maybe McClary was right; he needed to get as far away from his fucked-up family as possible. The problem was even if he could live with the guilt of leaving Ma-Ma while she was at her sickest, he still would be abandoning his son, the way that his own parents had abandoned him. Raul took a deep breath. The fetid odor of the room nauseated him. He vowed that he was going to get his grandmother a home health aide, Magdalena be damned.

“Ma-Ma, I am sleepy. I am going to go to my room.”

Her hand was cold and starting to stiffen. A panic rose in him that he hadn’t felt since he was 12 -years- old and saw a grown man’s erect penis in person for the first time.

“Ma-Ma! Ma-Ma!” He shrieked.

“Boy, if you wake the fucken children!” Warned Magdalena as she trudged into her mother’s room. “Oh my God; no!” She was instantly reduced to tears.

“I’m going to call an ambulance.” Said Raul. He exited the room, eager to put distance between himself, Magdalena, and his dead grandmother.

One room away was not enough. Not certain of where he was going, Raul left the house. He didn’t even bother to call the ambulance.

McClary

“Oh, you have been doing some developing while I was away. Your little booty getting all fat.”

“Michael please, I am going to be late for school.”

“Like I give a fuck. Nigga, you better stop playing with my emotions, take the goddamn towel off and assume the position.”

“No, I ain’t no little kid anymore and you are not fucking me after you’ve done a long ass prison stretch.”

“Your ass will never learn. Come the fuck here!”

“No Michael…. Please!”

“No Michael, Please!” I woke up screaming to the top of my lungs the words I had said so many times to my nasty ass stepbrother. The nigger started fucking me when I was nine, not inappropriately touching, straight up fucking. Who the hell was I going to tell? My Mama and my Stepdad were both scared of Michael who didn’t hesitate to lay hands on both of them whenever he got upset.

I was happy when he would fuck up and go to prison and miserable when he returned because he would come out more jacked, more violent, and more horny.

The stale odor of my hotel room had my empty stomach on the verge of vomiting. I lit a cigarette hoping to ease the nausea. I made a mental note of how much money I had left. Shit was ridiculously expensive in California and I knew I had to either find work soon or use what I had to head back east.

I had been turned down by four agencies and most likely was going to get turned down by the one I had a meeting with at noon.

I didn’t realize that I had been crying until I felt the tears hit my naked arm. All I’d ever wanted was to be a star; why wouldn’t God open the door for me? I never stopped praying to and believing in Him, even with all the shit Michael did to me; when was He going to let something good happen to me?

My phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Ma-Ma died last night.” Cried Jamonte

“Damn, I am so sorry.”

“I can’t go back to that house.”

“Where are you?”

“Where are you; I need my best friend right now.”

“Jamonte, I cannot come back there. I cannot go back home, and I cannot do that nasty shit again. I’m sorry I ever suggested you do that shit and I am glad you never did.”

“I did.” Admitted Raul

“Oh shit; when?”

“A couple of weeks ago.”

“I had been done for a minute. I should have called and told you.. Goddamn, Jamonte. I am sorry I cannot be there with you.”

“Please, McClary, if you ever loved me, please come back. I will figure out a place for us to stay, just please.”

Damn, why did he have to sound so pitiful?

“Promise me you will have somewhere for us. I cannot go back home.”

“I promise. I promise, just please come to me.”

“I’ll be there in a few hours. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

When we hung up, I sat in bed and cried for what seemed like an eternity. In reality, it was inevitable that I would return to North Carolina, Jamonte just gave me a reason to do it sooner rather than later.

Damn, he was doing porn. I felt like shit for telling him about BGB. Even though he was three years older than me, I was always the big brother of our relationship. What me and Jamonte had was complex. I loved him, he loved me. I wanted to fuck him, and he wanted to fuck me, but we never could bring ourselves to give in to our urges.

I got out of bed. The moment I checked out of this overpriced shithole; I would be heading back to square one. I would put my dream on hold for now; for Jamonte.

Cedric

Seventy T-Cells. Who the fuck only has only seventy T-Cells in this day and age? When my specialist read that number to me, I thought that he was mistaking. No, I had heard him correctly; I only had 70 fucken T-Cells. I was full blown again and this time I had a lot less cells to work with.

He rambled on about a new regiment and I didn’t bother to listen. I didn’t want to go through months of sickness as my body tried to adjust to new medication. I didn’t want to do any of this shit anymore.

When I got into my car, the first person I called was my oldest friend, Kylo Kross. I needed badly to speak to someone I loved and trusted and I knew that not a single mother fucker I was kin to would be open to having this conversation.

My family accepted that I was gay a long time ago when my Father got tired of beating my ass for putting on Mama’s makeup and swishing my little ass around our trailer park as if I had the hottest pussy in creation. By accepted I mean I was allowed to be gay just as long as I didn’t ever tell them who I was in a relationship with and never did anything that would potentially shame a family full of generational welfare recipients. 

Kylo picked up after the third ring. He was fuming and before I could get a word in edgewise, he unleashed his verbal tirade.

“Cedric, do you have any idea what the fuck just happened?? Fucken Royale got all up in my face; IN MY MOTHER FUCKEN FACE!! He was ranting and raving about how I had his underage cousin fucking grown men and how he would put me in jail. That mother fucker put his hands on me, Cedric! HE PUT HIS GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKEN HANDS ON ME!!! Does he know who the fuck I am? Does he know who the fuck I know? OOOH that mother fucker!! I could wipe his ass off the face of the earth; make him disappear faster than the cleaning crew does cum stains. That mother fucker ….. That mother fucken mother fucker…….”

I hung up with him still ranting. I didn’t need Kylo’s drama on top of the shit I was going through. How long did he think his shit would not catch up to him? BGB was one huge child pornography bust waiting to happen. That was no longer my problem. I wouldn’t be returning to work. I wasn’t going to be around when the shit finally hit the fan and it was getting pretty damn close.

I find candles comforting. I love to keep dozens of them clustered throughout my condo. My appreciation for candles derived from growing up in a home with two drug addicted parents who often prioritized their habits overpaying utilities. 

I lay in bed with my room enveloped in candlelight. I wanted to cry, but I was out of tears. 

It had been a long time since he’d come to me; almost a year. I wasn’t expecting him, but there in the candlelit ambience of my bedroom was Anthony, better known as Tank Thrasher. 

…He is rough when he takes me, as usual. He doesn’t kiss, hold, or caress me. He pounds away inside of me with the same violent emptiness he showed the boys that he performed with. I want to wrap my arms around him, but the cocaine has me numb. I had done almost an entire 8-ball, so all I could do was lie there and be gutted. I didn’t mind. I just wished he’d at least kiss me….

…But did he ever? I couldn’t recall one time in our relationship when he had. I remember the intense sexual encounters that in hindsight felt more like rape, well in actuality many of them were; Tank made it clear that when he wanted to fuck he was going to fuck…

…He had known he was positive for six months before I found out. Kylo wasn’t casting him, which only made him more agitated and more violent. Of course, all of that was taken out on me. Plenty of times during that period I had to layer heavy foundation over newly acquired bruises. His sex with me wasn’t just rough it was down- right bestial, often leaving me torn and bloodied …

…I learned of Tank’s status when Kylo was hit with a lawsuit from a young man who claimed he had become infected through performing with Tank. Kylo informed me that a few months prior tank had tested positive after returning from Brazil and that is why he had stopped using him. Kylo claimed he thought that Tank had told me since I’d never asked why he was no longer being used… 

…Tank beat the shit out of me when I confronted him. There wasn’t a corner of our apartment that he didn’t drag and kick and pummel me and only stopped when he got good and goddamned tired…

…I was on the living room floor, semi- conscious when I heard the gun go off in our bedroom. It was hours before I mustered up the courage and physical ability to crawl into our bedroom. I wish to this day that I hadn’t….

…His brains were all over the headboard and back wall. His eyes looked as if they were about to bulge out of his head. His body was in an awkward position, half on his back, half on his side. He took the easy way out…

…I couldn’t bring myself to go and get tested until three months after Tank killed himself. In my heart, I already knew what the results were going to be, so I didn’t even flinch when the doctor confirmed that I was Positive…

…He cums inside of me hard, filling my insides. He snatches out and I am hollow. I am too lethargic, too fucked up to even give a shit when he leaves again…

… Did he ever really love me. I doubt it. I’ve spent the last five years pondering that question and now I no longer care. Now, it finally doesn’t matter because nothing matters. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing matters…

Kylo Cross

These ungrateful faggots!! I made them stars. I am the one who took them from fucking and sucking their mama’s boyfriends for money to buy McDonald’s food to fucking and sucking and being able to afford luxury apartments and nice cars. It’s never enough for some of them.

I took that bitch, Royale back after he left me and started cutting into my business by doing his bootleg low production home porn. I forgave that shit because having him back at BGB is the greater good. I let that mother fucker put his hands on me, threaten my freedom and all that I had built all because his juvenile delinquent cousin chose to lie about his age and make some quick money at my agency. I didn’t force that boy to do a Goddamn thing and, judging from the way he took dick, he didn’t start at sixteen. So, you’re going to threaten to put me in jail and not the uncle, stepdad or male cousin that broke his little mannish ass in; make any of that shit make sense.

I wasn’t worried too much about Royale though, I knew that once he blew off steam, he would calm the fuck down and realize that he wasn’t going to find too many other opportunities to make the kind of money he was making with me. So, when he came to me later and apologized, I forgave his little tantrum, but let him know that it was the last time that I was forgiving anything from him.

Then he told me some shit that I wasn’t prepared to hear. Carmelo, Karomale, was plotting to open his own agency and take some of my top talent. These trifling, ungrateful faggots! If he wanted to leave, fine, but he was planning on fucking with my money.

He sat across from me in my living room. The pretty mother fucker was calm and collective being in the company of a man he planned to fuck over.

“Damn, Kylo, I heard about how fabulous your crib is, but I never would have imagined it was decked out like this.” He said admiring my expensive furniture and décor. Shit I’d worked hard for; shit his little rat ass was planning to snake me in order to acquire.

“This house and all that’s in it came from working my ass off. I built a company from the ground up. The only person I ever could rely on was Cedric. It’s sad, all these black boys that I helped make more money than they ever would have earned otherwise felt no sense of loyalty to me, but that cracker has had my back through thick and thin. Cedric is a coke head; you know but I have left thousands of dollars at a time around my office and he never stole a dime. He might have asked for an advance, which I never took back out of his pay, but he never, ever stole from me.”

Karomale was expressionless. If he suspected that I knew what he’d been up to he didn’t show it.

“Karomale, you’re trying to fuck me over.” I said tired of beating around the bush.

“Wh-What you talking about Kylo?” He stammered. The little faggot’s voice was up several octaves higher than it already was. Squeaking like a trapped rat.

“See, that shit right there you’re not going to do. You are trying to lure some of my models away and start to your own company.”

“Kylo, I don’t know whose been in your ear but________”

The chain wrapped around his neck cutting off his words. He tried to free himself, but his slight ass was no match for the six-foot 250-pound stack of muscles that held the chain.

“Kylo, Kylo, I’m sorry!” He begged. His arms flailed as thick pools of saliva flew from his mouth. With one final yank, his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell limp.

Brutus, another reliable white friend of mine, wound the chain up and placed it into the pocket of his well -tailored suit jacket. Once I nodded my approval, he picked the lifeless piece of shit that was Karomale up, flung him over his shoulder and carried him off to dispose of him wherever he discarded my little problems.

The End for Now…

Being somewhat of a computer whiz, I was headhunted by a company to sort out the systems in their distribution division. The company manufactured and sold a range of toys for children. Upon my arrival in the new city that I would be living in, I got faced with an accommodation issue. Fortunately, the company that employed me agreed to pay my first two weeks of lodging in a motel, while I sorted myself out.

On my first day at the new job, I put out the word that I was looking for accommodation, hoping that someone would know of a place that I could rent. Within half an hour, Porky, who worked in the warehouse, entered my office and told me that I could rent a room in his house. Porky was my age, mid-twenties, and had inherited his home from his mother, after his dad’s passing the year before. His mom moved in with her sister who was also a widow.

Porky was thickset, six-foot-two tall, and had a handsome round face. The brown hair on his head was dead straight and his fringe hung down to his eyebrows, making it look like he was wearing a helmet. As I would come to know, he always wore denim jeans and shirts that were only in shades of blue, which was his favourite colour. Porky had enormous hands that looked like two bunches of bananas hanging off the bottom of his thick arms. One’s attention got constantly drawn to his hands because he incessantly tapped the top of his thighs with the tips of his fingers.

Porky had a captivating charm that always brought a smile to your face. He was not very popular with the females at the company, however, for two reasons: Firstly, he had a habit of constantly rearranging the impressive bulge at the front of his jeans. Secondly, he always had damp patches under his armpits. This in itself was not the major problem, but some men like Porky simply give off a very strong masculine essence, which the girls at our company found off-putting. Behind his back, they referred to him as ‘Porky Pong.’ From the get-go, I found him affable and not troubled by his odour at all.

I agreed to visit him at ten a.m. on Saturday to check out the accommodation. I did not see it as a long-term solution because being gay I knew that I would be compromised with the arrangement. Short term, however, if the accommodation was suitable it would take the immediate weight of finding lodging off my shoulders.

When I arrived, Porky welcomed me at the front door. He was bare-chested and the shorts he had on was made of rather flimsy material, making the impressive bulge that I had observed in his jeans even more prominent. The flip-flops he wore seemed dwarfed by his very broad feet. Fine body hair that looked silky covered his moobs and cute belly. The ‘helmet’ on his head that was normally smooth, showed signs of pillow damage, as he had obviously not yet showered that morning.

I was very impressed by the outside of the house, which was neat and very well cared for. The magnificent garden was a legacy of his mother’s endeavours, and he apparently promised his mother that he would maintain her garden. Subsequently, a garden service called every Tuesday to adhere to those wishes.

Inside the home, all appeared to be tidy and tasteful, again thanks to his mom. I got told that he had a housekeeper who worked for him on Fridays, so I was seeing the place at its very best.

From the moment that he greeted me at the door, Porky seemed a little tense. It was almost as if he was willing me to like the place as he constantly sought my approval. Porky also kept intoning how happy I would be, and how pleased he would be if I accepted his offer. He incessantly tapped his thighs with his fingers, in a far more animated manner than I had seen before. I began to wonder if this was a sign of sexual frustration. Porky also kept touching me as we moved around, with his hand constantly on my shoulder.

The peculiar thought that went through my mind as we toured the house. There was a strong air of sexual tension emanating from him.

The room I would be staying in was Porky’s old room, and it had a television and a comfortable-looking double bed. The spare bathroom, that I would be using, was also modern and very tasteful.

When we finally arrived back in the kitchen, he offered me a cup of coffee. After the beverage got made, Porky again began to move closer to me and touched my shoulder and arm. His apprehension was also making him sweatier, and I could see the moist clumps of hair sprouting out from under his arms. Porky body odour had also begun to intensify as the richness of his essence embraced us.

“Sorry about my body odour,” he said, before continuing, “I know the women at work refer to me as ‘Porky Pong’.”

“Actually, it doesn’t bother me at all,” I replied.

The smile of relief that broke out on his face was almost comical.

“Honestly?” he inquired with a relieved smile.

“Not at all,” I confirmed.

“Seriously, but if it ever bugs you just tell me and I’ll have a shower. I won’t be offended,” Porky concluded.

In the lounge, we got down to business. Porky told me that if I paid for the gardening service and the house cleaner, as well as half of the groceries, then that would be suitable. After adding up the amounts in my mind, it was ridiculously low, but he insisted that he was happy with that arrangement.

This was turning out to be an unbelievably interesting morning. I began pondering if Porky may be looking for more than a boarder. In the time I had spent with him thus far, I had frequently witnessed the lump in his shorts fluctuate in size. He also did not attempt to hide the bulge, and it was as if he was blatantly flaunting his package.

“When do you want to move in?” he asked.

Well, that depends on you, whatever suits you best,” I answered.

“Now… Go get your stuff now,” he insistently suggested.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Absolutely, what are you waiting for, Tommy?” he confirmed.

As Porky saw me off at the door, his enlarged crotch was blatantly and impressive.

“When you get back we can make some lunch,” he suggested, before continuing, “Besides, that will give me some time to have a shower.”

“Why?” I asked with a salacious grin.

My deliberate question was a test to see if I had been reading the situation correctly and whether we were on the same page. Porky’s face was radiant.

On the drive to the motel, I thought about my morning. The accommodation was excellent and at the price, he was asking for, I would be able to save a lot of money. I had assumed that he was straight, but after my visit, I got a strong feeling that he may possibly be looking for a fuck-buddy. To be honest, Porky was not the kind of man whose advances I would have encouraged at a gay establishment in the past, but he had begun to intrigue me. Above all else, I wondered what his incredible bulge would reveal.

All I processed were two suitcases and a portable music system. My former apartment was fully furnished, and so I had never needed to buy anything else. With everything packed and ready to go, I quickly visited the bathroom to prepare myself for what I hoped was awaiting me that afternoon. What I had experienced that morning had begun to make me horny.

After I checked out and got on my way, I knew that the motel bill would get settled by the company on Monday.

When I arrived at Porky’s place, he ushered me through to my bedroom. After placing the music system on a chest of drawers, I opened one of the suitcases to retrieve a pair of shorts and my sandals. I then replaced the suitcase next to the other one on the floor and commenced stripping.

During this process, Porky stood in the doorway with arms extended above his head and his hands against the top of the doorframe. I was surprised by how bushy his armpits were as he watched me change with extremely attentive eyes.

Making conversation, I asked him about his nickname. Porky then went on to tell me that his name was actually Graham, but that as a kid he had been very overweight. Because of that, the kids at school began referring to him as Porky, and as is so often the case, the nickname stuck. In time, even his parents started using the nickname.

“Did it ever bother you?” I inquired.

“Hell no,” he answered, and then with an impish grin concluded, “Besides, as you can smell, the name suits me.” We both burst out laughing.

Once I had changed into my shorts and sandals, I gingerly began to move toward the ‘barricaded’ door.

“Would you like an aperitif before lunch?” Porky asked as he continued to block my way.

“An aperitif?” I questioned.

“Sure…” he stated, as he placed his fat thumbs into the sides of his shorts. Next, he pushed his shorts down. Surrounded by a bushy mass of hair, an above-average uncut pork sausage bobbed up and down before me. Impressive as that was, however, the huge pair of balls hanging below, stunned me.

Porky’s facial expression now hardened and his tone became dominant. “Drop your shorts,” he commanded.

After doing as told, he gave my stiff cock a good look before a self-satisfied expression broke out on his face. “I’ve got good news and bad news for you,” Porky stated.

A cold chill went through me as I began to worry that he had been playing a practical joke. Before I had fully processed the thought in my mind, however, Porky again spoke. “The good news is that I have definitely found the perfect tenant, but the bad news is that I can no longer offer this room to you.”

My mind now went into a total state of confusion and panic. As stood there with my mouth hanging open, Porky then concluded, “You’ll be moving into the main bedroom with me.”

As relief flooded my face, he gave me a naughty smile and said, “Get your arse to our bedroom.”

As I passed by him, he gripped onto the back of my neck and steered me toward the room. I got the feeling that Porky was into domination, and my intuition would prove to be spot on.

As we stood at the edge of the bed, he placed his mouth at my ear and growled, “By the way, there’s one more bit of news that you need to know. When it comes to sex, I don’t have an ‘off’ switch.”

With that, he lifted me up and tossed me onto the bed, face down. After he scrambled onto my back, Porky’s knees frantically commenced pushing my legs apart.

Next, his right arm placed me in a headlock before he began to rub his knob in my crack. When Porky lifted his torso to focus on my pucker a short while later, I asked if he had lubrication.

“Never use that shit,” he replied, “It dulls the friction when you’re fucking. Besides, the body’s natural juices are good enough for the job.”

This information was not exactly music to my ears. Although Porky’s knob wasn’t massive, it was still large enough to cause discomfort. After spitting on my manhole, Porky commenced fingering me.

Next, he placed the head of his dick at my pucker and started shoving his cock in. It was slightly uncomfortable, to begin with, but as he continued to nudge his knob into me, the discomfort began to dissipate. Once his thrusting got underway, Porky’s prediction about the heightened stimulation was unquestionably correct, because the sensation of the friction caused by our chafing skin was incredible.

Porky was a very noisy and active lover. He never stopped moving or thrusting, and it felt like I had a busy MMA grappler on my back. His mouth moved across my neck, shoulders, and head constantly, as he licked and nibbled my flesh. During the next twenty minutes as Porky plowed me, his body odour also transformed from rich to ripe, and the room was beginning to smell like a barn. He was completely dominant and constantly altered my body position as he manipulated my body to suit his needs.

When Porky finally unloaded, I was amazed that he did not do so inside my backside, but all over my back, before rubbing it into my skin as if marking his territory. As he would later explain, given the amount of cum he produced that would simply make my backside far too slick later on. Thereafter, between butt-fucks he always made me rinse my arse so that any slickness got dispensed with. He also regularly dried his knob off with a face cloth while fucking, to ensure that the chafing of his thrusting got maintained.

When we got back to the kitchen to prepare lunch, Porky acted like a sex-starved imp, constantly pawing, clamping, and kissing me. Porky’s cock also remained continuously erect as he incessantly rubbed it up against me. Moreover, it intrigued me how much his strong body odour was arousing me. He had an incredibly virile masculine essence that I found intoxicating and I was beginning to feel like a fully-fledged, skank-loving slave boy.

As I busied myself trying to make sandwiches, Porky clamped me from behind and commenced rubbing his knob in my butt crack once more.

“Aren’t you hungry?” I asked.

“No, Tommy, I’m horny,” Porky, growled as he nibbled on my earlobe.

“Are you even horny when you’re asleep?” I teased.

“Sleep, what sleep are you talking about?” Porky sniggered, before resuming, “Unless you are able to doze off with my knob in your arse.” We both laughed.

“Leave this shit for later,” Porky said, referring to the sandwiches in progress, before turning my body around.

Before he embraced me once more, I gripped hold of his huge balls and asked, “Can I at least get an interim snack from these?”

Porky’s hands answered for him as he instantly pushed my body downward. Once he shoved his knob into my mouth, he took a firm hold of my head and began skull-fucking me solidly. What I would learn about him next, was mindboggling. Porky seemed to be able to unload at will, and with minimal respite. When he commenced grunting after a short while, I tasted the delicious thick creamy spunk that he was injecting into my mouth.

When I looked up at him afterward, Porky asked, “Still hungry?”

Confused by the question, I was intrigued enough to answer in the affirmative. Without pause, he once more started fucking my face and several minutes later, more jizz sprayed into my mouth.

When I once more looked up at him, Porky had a smirk on his face. “Are you still hungry?” he repeated, almost contemptuously.

‘Fuck him,’ I thought, ‘I’m up for this challenge.’ Getting off my knees, I now sat flat on the floor and placed my head against the cupboard door.

When Porky again began to skull-fuck me, it was as if he wanted to punish me for my insolence. With my head firmly against the cupboard door, he gripped onto the counter and began pounding my head with his hips.

After a few minutes, Porky withdrew his knob and told me to get up.

“No, please keep face-fucking me,” I implored him.

He bent over with a wild look in his eyes, and then gave me a slap on my face. It was not too hectic, but meaningful enough.

“I call the shots,” he said as he yanked me to my feet.

Once up, Porky gripped hold of the back of my neck with his left hand, and shortly I was being frogmarched down the passage as his right hand slapped my butt. After getting thrown onto the bed on my stomach, his left hand now pinned my body down as his right hand solidly administered smacks to my arse. Much as I yelped, I was in ecstasy.

After he had satisfied his disciplinarian inclinations, my body was turned and tossed further up on the bed. Porky now moved with lightning speed as he wedged his body between my legs.

Next, Porky slammed his dick into my backside and commenced fucking me. As he did so with his body supported on his left outstretched arm, his right hand clamped around my neck. Porky now began to squeeze my throat. Any misgivings I had got negated, by the most incredible feeling of exhilaration I felt, as my breathing became restricted. I instantly grabbed hold of my knob and commenced tugging like a lunatic, as I gasped for air.

As I really started fighting for oxygen a flood of excitement raced through my body, transporting me to heights of sexual pleasure I had never known possible. A surge of horniness overwhelmed me and my cock felt harder than it had ever been. As my body began to shudder, my nuts blasted a torrent of cum, the likes of which I had never imagined possible.

After unloading, Porky let go of my neck. As he continued pounding my backside, he said, “It’s time for you to help me out, buddy.”

Instinctively, I lifted my hands and placed them tightly around his neck. As I began to squeeze Porky went into overdrive as he wheezed, while hammering my arse as never before. When he started unloading over my genitals a minute later, his body shuddered with ecstasy.

I comprehensively understood there and then, that asphyxiation would henceforth be part of our lovemaking repertoire.

After he collapsed on the bed next to me, he placed his hands behind his head as he lay breathing heavily.

“Jesus, Tommy,” he said, moving his head from side to side, “I really stink. Should I have a shower?”

“No,” I emphatically stated, before resuming, “I would like to introduce a rule in this house.”

With a wry smile, he asked, “Oh… and what would that be?”

“That from Friday mornings till Monday mornings, you are banned from showering,” I replied, with an impish smile.

With a snigger, he replied, “No problem, I’m also into water preservation.”

Unable to resist any longer, I pounced on his left armpit, and after rubbing my face in it, I commenced licking frantically. The sounds that emanated from Porky were almost unearthly as I did so. Once done, the other armpit followed.

Shortly, I was on my stomach again, getting solidly fucked.

Happily, he had not lied about not having an ‘off’ switch.

As far as looking for alternative accommodation was concerned, well… I never moved out.

The people at work, and in particular the women, were intrigued that Porky and I got on so well. They even mentioned how far more relaxed Porky had become.

Rob

The weird thing, the thing that I’ve never gotten used to, is waking up in other people’s beds. The sex is one thing, but it’s hard to adjust to the disorienting feeling of coming to consciousness in a strange room where the sunlight doesn’t fall quite right or the smell is totally wrong. It always throws me off. You’d imagine that I’d have gotten over it by now. 

When I roll over in the morning after my latest conquest there’s a guy whose limbs are enfolding me like he’s hanging on for dear life, like he doesn’t want to let go. I’m not much of a cuddler, even though he’s fucking cute and ripped as fuck. I slowly untangle myself from him and his eyes drift open. 

“Hey,” he says. 

“Hey,” I reply. 

We both have morning breath, so kissing is off the table, but he puts a hand over my cock under the sheets and finds me more than ready to accommodate other suggestions. 

“Fuck, you’re so hard…” he says. His voice is almost pleading.

“Lucky you. Get on your knees?” I ask. It has the ease of a question, but the weight of a command; he goes to it. “And grab your phone. Snap a few pictures for me.” 

Once he’s on his knees, he arches his back and starts taking a video over his shoulder. He’s too good at filming from the potentially awkward angle to not have been in this position before. He provides voiceover commentary as I play with his ass. 

“Morning, Leo! Your husband is about to fuck the shit out of me…again,” he says. 

I reach over and take the phone from him, grin into the screen and then switch from front-facing camera to the rear so that it can capture my spit dribbling down onto my cock as I line it up against the welcoming hole. “He’s got such a sloppy hole. Can still feel last night’s cum dripping out of him,” I say, for the benefit of the camera.

Our wedding vows didn’t include: “Do you promise to be unfaithful and fuck other guys raw at every opportunity?” We’re modern, but not that modern; it took a little persuading before I agreed to this new normal. I didn’t realize how happy it would make Leo, how badly he needed to be cuckolded. 

The hole is nice and loose for me, but still tight enough around my head to send a thrill of pleasure through me as I slide in. The guy has some sub tendencies and he moans when I stroke his lower back and tell him how good he’s doing, how much better he is at taking cock than my husband—who very shortly will be listening in. It’s a part of the game, of course, but it’s also true: fucking Leo takes work, it takes a half-bottle of lube, poppers, and a prayer. But this dude is a natural. He angles his body perfectly so that each time I thrust into him—no matter hard hard—he absorbs the blow and remains pliant and hospitable. I fuck his ass hard on his rough sheets and his hard cock bobs between his legs. Every now and then he touches it, strokes himself, and I allow it as long as he stays focused on keeping his ass loose for me. 

“Don’t clamp up,” I admonish, spreading his beautiful, firm cheeks and watching with the camera as his little hole blooms in front of me. “I want you to stay nice and open for me. If you keep tightening up I’ll have to take your hands off of your favorite toy, buddy.” 

The bottom moans. He’s a hungry slut and he doesn’t want to risk any actions that might pull focus from the ace-tier dick he’s getting, so he concentrates on arching his back and giving that pussy up to me. I love when they submit. I love it when the fight goes out of them and they turn into fuck-hungry receptacles. Leo knows I love it too and that was the snare that got us into all of this. 

I still remember him riding my cock in the dark of our bedroom that night. He leaned down, and whispered, “You could fuck other boys like this every night of the week.” 

It made me go completely rigid inside him and I blasted my load right up into his vice-grip hole. Knowing that his enticement triggered my orgasm made him cum right after. It was the biggest, messiest load I’d ever seen him shoot and it ended up all over my chest and face. Of course, there were negotiations and check-ins after that, but I think it was more or less decided in that moment that we’d venture into the realm of Leo playing the cuckolded husband and me playing the insatiable alpha stud. 

“Oh, right there. Just like that,” the bottom says. He has a name, but I never use it. He likes to be a hole. He doesn’t need to be more than that, so why waste the time? 

“Yeah? You like that?” I ask, upping the tempo from a slick, steady slide to a rhythmic jackhammering. One of my hands on his lower back keeps him honest—back-arched and ass high—while my other keeps the camera hovering above to document every inch of me sliding in and out of the needy fuckhole. “Ask my husband permission for me to beat up your cunt, boy.” 

“Please let your husband fuck me. Please, Leo, let him keep fucking me like this in my bed. Oh shit, he feels so good.” 

I flip back to the selfie camera and grin. “Looks like he’s having a good time. I’ve been saving up these loads for him all week while you’ve been jerking off on the couch. Maybe you should start asking him if I can fuck you instead of the other way around. I mean, just look at how he’s owning my cock. He’s too hot for words, babe.” 

I continue recording. The bottom doesn’t complain, he doesn’t tap out, he just takes my dick for as long as I’m willing to give it to him and hell, I’m feeling generous this morning. 

Leo

I’m on my way into the office when my phone chimes. I assume it’s a message from my husband checking in that he got home all right after his night out. The idea of it gets me stiff under my charcoal slacks. But I’m being responsible, I’m driving, so I keep my eyes on the road and my hands on the wheel.

However, my mind wanders. 

Rob was out with some younger guy: a twink with a beautiful ass that had been angling for my husband’s cock for a while. It’s hard not to feel a little jealous as a thirty-something when your husband’s gaze falls on someone younger, fitter. But honestly, jealousy is fuel for me.

I’ve always been like this. I remember jerking off in my dorm room to fantasies of someone else going down on my boyfriend. Or meticulously reconstructing exactly how, when, and with whom he had cheated on me after he tearfully confessed that he’d been fucking around behind my back. 

But it was Rob—beautiful, patient, dominant Rob—to whom I’d finally come clean. I had no choice: my fantasies of him fucking other men had become a preoccupation. When he worked his way into my hole, I loosened up by thinking of him forcing his cock into other men. I imagined how they’d react to his dirty talk or how they’d bend over backward for his beautiful, thick cock. 

I never figured that Rob would go along with it, but fuck, I’m glad he did. 

Eventually I have to pull over and check my phone. The anticipation is making me throb under my pants and I’m making a sticky mess. When I realize that it’s not a text message at all, but a video clip that’s been sent to me from an unknown phone number, the blood rushes to my head and makes me feel a little faint. I’m shaking a little when I reach into the glove box and pull out headphones. Even though I’m in my car, I feel like this warrants additional privacy; I don’t want to miss a word or a groan. 

The twink is on his knees in the video with the camera faced behind him as Rob instructs him on how to prop himself up on the bed. Rob, being his typical dominant, sexy self, not only directs the scene, but eventually takes the camera and assumes full control. 

I’m parked on a residential street at seven in the morning. I shouldn’t put my hand down the front of my pants, but I am somewhere beyond reason. I am so hard it hurts and Rob is about to fuck some other guy in a video made expressly for my consumption. The twink alludes to this being at least their second fuck since the night before and I mouth curse words as I try to covertly pull on my sticky dick on a public street. 

I watch my husband thrust into this younger dude’s ass with gusto and I have to fight off the orgasm rising. From the angle of the video to the aggressiveness of Rob’s taunts, every single thing about this is working for me. I wish I was still at home and in bed; I’d watch this while fucking myself with a sizable dildo and wreck myself in time with Rob’s thrusts. I’d bring myself to the brink over and over again while imagining how the twink’s apartment must smell, how the sheets must feel under my husband’s knees, and how much he must be enjoying the sex with this decade-younger man. 

In fact, I wish that Rob would fuck the twink in our bed and pound them cum out of him and onto our sheets. I wish I could lie in the mess afterward and jerk off while smelling their sweat and cum. I want our space to reek with my husband’s cheating love life.

The thought is a dangerous one. The fantasies overwhelm my overheated cock and I just have a moment to pull my cock up out of my pants before its shooting all over me. I angle it away from my button-down shirt, but the first spurt of cum ends up bursting onto my tie and running down the silk material. The other shots christen my steering wheel and splash up onto the dashboard as I sink deeper into the driver’s seat and grunt. 

I feel pathetic that I couldn’t even make it to the end of the video without cumming, but that stomach-churning disgust with myself is just another ingredient in the potent cocktail of my fantasy life. I know I’ll jerk off to this video again and again—more times than I’ll ever admit to my husband—but for now, I begin to clean myself up. 

After all, I’m late for work.

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The Art of Kneeling

We met like this often over the next few weeks. I would ride my bike down to WaWa and he would pick me up. I spent the first few weekends at his place as well, though I’d told my parents I was staying over at a friend’s. But my friends were starting to give me flak, and question why I wasn’t around. They teased me that they thought I had a girlfriend and wanted details. I needed a better alibi. I was afraid it would come out where I was really going…. and doing. My friends wouldn’t have understood. I was going down a road they never would. My parents were very conservative and of course the age difference between Matt and myself wasn’t small. I wasn’t quite 18 yet and he was in his 30s, almost double my age. It didn’t seem like a big deal to me, but I knew others might not view it that way.

He was always unpredictable… bold! and I loved that. Once while I was pedaling to meet up, I looked over and saw a jeep driving beside me, it slowed down. When I looked over I was surprised to see Matt. He gave me a salacious look. I turned my head again and saw that he was buck naked with a boner sticking straight up. I almost fell off my bike.

“You want a riiiiiide… Boooy?” he sneered. He nodded toward the passenger seat and then down at his stiffness. His left hand was on the steering wheel, while the right was stroking his meat. Of course I immediately threw my bike in the back and climbed aboard. That was Matt, not afraid of anything. Of course I gave him a nice long blow job as he drove us to his home. ( I thought of climbing on top of him and riding it… but I am not that brave and I was afraid we’d arouse too much attention. It would have been really difficult for him to drive like that, though I bet he would have been game for it. Anyway, he had enough trouble trying to drive while I was sucking him off)

Matt bought me several jockstraps and tight low rise briefs early on.He hated the white boxers I wore. His philosophy was that “your guys” needed to be held snuggly in their place so that you knew where “everyone” was at all times. They were bright colors with socks that matched. No whites in the bunch. He had a real underwear fetish (and socks too). Matt himself mostly wore jocks. He often sported a cockring as well to accentuate his bulge. Later he bought me a couple too, but I found them uncomfortable and could only tolerate having one on for a short period of time.

Generally he didn’t care what else I wore as long as I was wearing tight underwear and socks. Usually he had me strip down to those essentials once I arrived anyway. He would strip down to his jock too and that’s how we would hang out. Oh and I always needed to be smooth down there. My crotch and balls were always to be silky smooth, he never wanted to see even a hint of stubble there. He’d be mad if there was. (That’s another story)

The uncertainties were always part of the excitement of going over there. I. never knew what was going to happen. Some days it was just cuddles and kisses, watching some Netflix or playing X Box. Other days he was a bit gruff and rather bossy. Of course there was always sex, and that varied too. Sometimes gentle, playful, prolonged. At other times he was a bit rough, domineering… shouting commands like “On your fucking hands and knees Kevin! Show me that hole!” Both sides were fun, but I grew to like the latter side of Matt better. I discovered that I liked the power and confidence he projected. I respected and trusted in it. Oddly the more dominant he was, the safer I felt. I could never get enough of him.

At work he talked my Dad into putting me on his crew. That was not an easy feat. My Dad thought I should be more at his side. He wanted me to learn from him all the aspects of the company. Matt argued that I would understand the business more if I worked with the guys in the field first. He thought I would gain more from having a “hands on” experience. He argued that once I understood the core of the business, I would appreciate the reasons behind my Dad’s decisions more. The oversight and inner workings of the company. He said that he was impressed with what he had seen from me so far, that he found me observant; that I picked up skills fairly fast. He felt that I had a lot of “aptitude” for this. He assured my father that I would receive a more thorough training under his supervision, than with the other crews. Truth is that he wanted me close by. He wanted to always know where I was and what I was doing. My father was convinced and I was assigned to work with him and his crew. He made sure I worked with everyone,.. carpenters, plumbers, electricians. He didn’t go any easier on me than anyone else. He was a tough boss, but in a good way. I learned how to do a lot of shit.

One of my first jobs as an official member of his crew was an office conversion. I was learning how to frame. The rest of the crew was out back on a break. I was still inside, sorting some lumber and building materials that had just arrived. Matt walked inside, having just come back from some meeting. He strode up to me and looked around to make sure no one else was there. He pulled the front of the waistband of my jeans and looked down. He nodded in approval that I was wearing a jock. The bright blue one to be precise. He slipped his hand down the front, cupped my equipment and gave it a big squeeze. Matt whispered that he wanted me to come over that night. He teased that he had something he wanted to give me. I rolled my eyes, thinking that he meant his cock. He must have known where my mind was going because he said “No, it’s not that.” lt was something useful and he was anxious to give it to me. I was intrigued and said I’d be over after dinner. He gave me a quick kiss, then rudely kicked everything I had just sorted. The supplies scattered everywhere. I was a bit irritated by that. “Looks like shit Kevin. Fix it” he chuckled as he left. I didn’t get my break that day.

Despite this insolent treatment of me, I was still excited to go over. I tried to figure out what he was going to give me. I have to say I had rather unrealistic expectations as to what the gift was going to be. My phone was really beat up and I thought… no hoped it might be a new one. My mind went all over…. possibly a new X box game, a watch, sneakers (mine were falling apart). I hoped it wouldn’t be more underwear that would have sucked. I just couldn’t imagine what it could be.

Usually I ride back with the crew to the office where I would wait around until Dad was ready to go home. That day I didn’t want to have to wait on him, so I begged Jared, one of our crew to drop me off at my house instead. I showered and decided that I didn’t want to wait on dinner. I told mom that I had plans for that night. Hastily I made myself a PB&J sandwich and texted Matt that I was on my way to our meetup spot.

Matt arrived smiling, in a good mood. I, on the other hand, was a bit annoyed. I had been impatiently waiting for over 30 minutes on him. (I thought he did that on purpose.) We went straight to his house. He wouldn’t reveal any clues about the present, despite my persistent questioning. He didn’t say much at all during the whole drive with the exception that I was being a pain in the ass.

When we arrived I jumped out of the jeep and to the patio out back. Matt came up behind me and reached down the back of my shorts. He pulled up on the waistband of my jockstrap and let it snap back hard, stinging me. He told me that today he wanted me completely naked. So I ripped off my T-shirt, kicked off my sneaks and socks. And in one deft move I slipped off my jock and shorts together, leaving it all scattered across the patio

We entered the kitchen. Normally we would have gone into the living room or downstairs to his gameroom, but he stopped here and turned. He grabbed a bag off the kitchen table and threw it at me, commanding me to open it. I opened the bag and pulled out two stringy oblong black objects. Trimmed in blue, they had some cushion and rubber on one side and straps at either end. I was a bit confused as to what the hell they were. Maybe even a bit disappointed. His demeanor changed. He gave me a disgusted look and said. “They’re fucking knee pads Kevin”. He said it in a way that made me feel like a moron. He added that they’d be useful at work.. and now. I was still a little puzzled, thinking “useful how?”. (Sometimes I could be a bit slow) He commanded me to put them on. It took me a moment to figure them out. I could tell he was getting impatient. I was definitely dealing with a brusque version of him tonight. I put each one on and adjusted the straps. He stood for a moment and seemed to study how I looked in them. He nodded in satisfaction and issued an order… “Drop to your knees boy and do your duty”. I fell to my knees and scooted up to him. I placed my hand on the crotch of his khakis and felt for his dick, which really was never hard to find. I licked around the area and moved my mouth along what seemed to be the shaft. I was rewarded by the feel of his member beginning to puff up. I undid his belt and slowly pulled down his zipper. I pulled the fly apart and forced my tongue inside. To my surprise he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I found my prize immediately and started gliding my tongue up and down the shaft. He undid the button himself, pushed his pants down and stepped out of them.

I grabbed for his tool, but he smacked my hands away hard. “No, not like that,” he said. “You don’t get it that easy tonight.” He told me to get up and turn around, facing away from him. When I turned, he grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. Next he grabbed a zip tie from I don’t know where and secured my wrists together. They were rather tight. He spun me around and pushed down hard on my shoulders, forcing me back down on my knees. In a stern voice he told me to get busy.

I thought for a moment about where I wanted to start. His dick? It was only slightly inflated at this point, but still big. It hung temptingly down over the front of his big balls, extending down a little past them. I decided to go for the jewels instead. I tried to position myself and my mouth to start sucking them. I had never been tied before and staying on balance was awkward. I moved my head up and forward meaning to take them in.. He abruptly took a couple steps back and I fell face forward on the floor. He laughed and called me clumsy. He let me struggle on the floor a bit before he reached down and pulled me back up on my knees. Only he pulled up a little too hard and I went careening on my back, thunking my head on the floor again. Rather hard,.. my head hurt. He called me a dolt and made a show of impatience. He bent down and grabbed me by my ears, pulled me back up and rammed my head into his crotch. Pushing hard he rubbed my face all around his groin, grinding his balls and dick into me. He grabbed my hair and roughly pulled my head back a little, so that it tilted up and I was looking directly in his eyes. Next thing I knew, he jammed his fingers in my mouth and moved them all around. Under my tongue, over it, roughly against the inside of my cheeks and finally jamming them as far back in my throat as he could. Matt tried to work in his whole hand as well. I sputtered and gagged. He kept them there. Pushing down on my tongue, and forcing his fingers down my throat. I was choking, starting to feel a little woozy when he pulled them out and told me to breathe.

This was clearly exciting him. I was only able to gulp down a breath or two before he pushed my forehead down, and opened my mouth again. He leaned a bit forward and lowered a ball into it. “Suck it Kev!” Oh and I did too. Sucking his balls was one of my favorite things to do. I loved the feel of those big orbs; they were much bigger than mine. How smooth they were. I gently rolled it around in my mouth, sucking on it, and working my tongue all around it. I wanted more and tried to slip the other globe inside. A little difficult, considering my predicament. I got them in there though and maintained my balance. Matt was moaning a lot. Clearly he was in ecstasy. I loved the feeling of no control, of being tied up. My own cock had swelled by this point. I don’t think it had ever been more swollen. I could feel it throbbing. He commented on it. I think it aroused him even more.

I released his balls and he proceeded to slap his dick roughly against my face. He whacked his stiff member against my nose, cheek, jaw, even my eye. He placed the tip or his penis just at the edge of my lips and made circles around them. He was precumming profusely. I darted my tongue out to taste it. Tonguing the head, sucking it to get every drop. Heaven! Tonight it had a slightly sweet taste. It was driving me crazy. He was breathing heavily. He seemed almost in another world. His tone got harsher. “You want this you little bitch don’t you” he shouted. “Tell Daddy you want to feel his giant cock down your throat”. I was taken aback for a second. Matt had never called me a bitch before, nor had he ever referred to himself as Daddy. This was fucking hot. I liked this. I replied earnestly and went along. “ Stick your dick in my mouth Dad. Pleeeeaaaassse let me have it Daddy ”, I begged. And he gave it to me all right…I parted my lips and he jammed it all the way in. No mercy! Over my tongue and banging against the back of my throat. Not stopping until my face banged against his groin and I felt his blond pubes against my nose and upper lip. I was turned on.

“That’s it Kev, take it all the way in. See what a real man’s dick feels like”, he shouted. His musk was intoxicating. I started to gag. “That’s it bitch, choke on it. Tell daddy how big he is!” I tried to respond, but I couldn’t

He withdrew and rammed it in again. Repeatedly, forcibly. Drool began to leak out of my mouth. His shaft felt good sliding through my lips, yet at the same time, the girth of it was a lot to take in…. and his rhythm was quite fast.

There was a pause and he slammed it in again, though this time he kept it there. He pulled my head so hard into him that my nose and face was smashed up against him, and he kept pushing harder. His dick going further down my throat. “Oh baby that feels sooooo good” he said as I started to choke, I couldn’t breathe. I tried to shake my head and push him out. But he was so strong, insistent. There was just too much of him. He kept pushing his cock into me harder. My vision was getting blurry. He pulled out finally, to let me take a breath and then repeated the process again and again. Vomit was coming up in my mouth. He enjoyed feeling the warmth of it. Lines of spittle were hanging down from the corners of my mouth. He called me a Wuss and told me that I needed more of this in my life…. a mouth full of cock.

He pulled out once again and wiped the drool off his tool on my cheek. He wanted me to suck his balls again and lick his taint. I complied. There was sweat on it and it tasted sublime. His balls were tightening up into a nice big perfectly round sack. He asked me again what I wanted. I said I wanted to suck his dick. He smacked me and said that he didn’t believe me. I pleaded with him for it. He said that I didn’t deserve it. He said that I was a slut who would suck any cock put in front of me. I denied it vigorously and insisted that his was the only one I wanted. He commanded me to prove it and stuck it in my mouth again.. “Suck it Lil Kev” he shouted. I sucked as hard as I could, running my tongue under the shaft and around the tip. Another smack, I almost toppled over. “You can do better boy. Show me you really love it”. He grabbed my head again and started skullfucking it. Gathering speed, I felt him tensing up. “Tell me you want my cum you little slut”.

You bet I did and told him I wanted all of it. I needed his seed. He pulled out his manhood. I opened my mouth, waiting for it. Only seconds later it started spewing out. I could tell he was really amped up because it shot out in forceful jets. He waved his dick back and forth as he came, spraying all around my face with the first few waves, then directed the rest straight into my eager mouth.

He told me to hold it and not to move. He picked up his phone and took a few quick shots of me kneeling there naked, cum streaked over my face, forehead, chin. My mouth full of his pearly white seed. After a few shots he slapped me again, knocking me off balance, and demanded that I swallow it. I did, and made a big show of it. I opened my mouth wide to reveal it was empty. He looked pleased with me and himself. The mighty Matt had conquered his boy. He wrinkled his face, “Now what do you say boy?” To which I profusely thanked him for the privilege of servicing his cock and the honor of receiving his seed. “Well said, boy!” he declared. He cut my hands free and told me to jack off. He videoed it, although It only took a couple strokes for me to heave my load.

We went to shower. His mood transitioned back into the gentler Matt. He soaped me up, cleaned me up. He kissed me passionately. Telling me repeatedly that he loved me more than he had ever loved anyone. He asked if he had been too rough. Had it been too much for me? He worried that he had gotten too carried away. Were the zip ties too tight? No, I replied. I had really enjoyed that, more than I would have imagined. Having no control during sex proved exhilarating to me. Though I explained that the “daddy” and “bitch” thing took me by surprise, but I liked it. I wanted him to be more verbal like that during sex, although not so much outside the bedroom. He agreed with that.

We dried off and got dressed and went to the basement to play some pool. I was getting better at it, but I knew I’d lose and I would be on my back on that table with my legs in the air. The evening was just beginning.