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I always wondered about those door to door missionaries. I’m not one to accept door to door cold calls, I usually just chase them away with sarcasm or ignore them, unless they were neighborhood kids with fundraisers or Girl Scouts, however today I thought I’d have some fun. Two late teen boys, possibly even very early twenties, dressed in white pressed shirts with black ties, black pants, black shoes, well groomed, one blonde, other brown hair, clean shaven, each carrying a leather bound folio and a small backpack. I answered the door, they introduced themselves as Jeremiah and Jonah as their black and white logo name tags identified them as well. As they introduced themselves, Jonah handed me a multi page flyer, and began their well rehearsed “Tag Team” routine. I smiled as they got to a hesitation point, which is where I assume they are usually cut off by now, as I listened intently and Jeremiah assuming I was interested, asked if they might come in to show me some additional literature.

I opened the screen door wider allowing the handsome couple in. I quickly cleared some throw pillows and magazines from the couch, where they sat and spread open their portfolios on my pretty messy coffee table. I was still listening intently, trying to figure out how and when to begin to mess with their heads, as I sit in an adjacent leather armchair. I excused the mess as I explained I’ve been doing some work from home stuff, as I closed my laptop and I was wearing a dirty old paint covered torn tee shirt and a loose fitting cut off sweat pants, yes I was free balling today as well.

They went on with their spiel, saying there were many options and levels ranging from joining, all the way down to various levels of donations which reward you with various recognitions and gifts. Then they went into bible quotes, and how their members were giving back, and community services, they tag teamed each other, their routine was well rehearsed and I couldn’t imagine they ever getting this far with any gullible people.

I finally decided to make my move, I started by asking if they would like a cool drink. I’m sure by now they were assuming that accepting one could buy them more time to close the deal, they both said they’d gladly accept a cold glass of water. I then asked if they were sure, as I told them I thought I had soda or possibly a beer, maybe something even harder. They refused saying water is perfect. I went to the kitchen, deliberately taking my time as I glanced back to see them getting close to each other and whispering to each other and shaking their heads yes. I came back handing them the ice water and I popped open a large big boy beer for myself, you know one of the extra large cans. I took a big swig, and made a very satisfying ahhhhhh sound followed by a forced fake belch. As I sat on the edge of the chair, with legs spread, exposing a perfect view of my manliness.

As Jeremiah spoke, Jonah’s eyes immediately dropped and almost like I could feel them looking, his glued onto me look, and his distraction was evident. Jeremiah stopped talking and there was a short silence, when he tapped Jonah on the leg, Jonah snapped back into the routine and after mumbling a bit went back to his script. Jeremiah realizing something is wrong, starts looking around the surroundings, to see what’s distracted him, when I spread my legs a bit further, letting my junk actually flop out of my short leg, there it was, dangling from the baggy leg hole in all its glory, still flaccid but defiantly visible to both boys now. Silence once again is the norm, as I lean back taking another swig of beer. Neither boy seems to want to address the elephant (trunk) in the room.

I break the silence by asking their policy on alcohol, they began to answer, as I held my beer up, then I asked about pot. They fumbled saying they in particular don’t, but some members do use alcohol but a definite no to pot and drugs. Then I asked about Homosexuality, and silence again, I then replied, “cause I’m gay,…. am I still allowed”? They both began packing up and I asked what was wrong, have I said something to offend them? I wanted to hear more, they said they thought their time might be better useful elsewhere.

I said wait, do either of you have girlfriends, Jeremiah answered yes, I asked if he ever saw her naked. Embarrassed he said no, I asked if he masturbated, after a few moments thinking about his answer, he admitted it’s only natural, and yes he has but only a few times. I asked if he ever got hard with his girlfriend, he finally, after a lot of coaxing said they did some heavy petting while clothed, I asked is that condoned? Or is that a sin? He said “We pray for more willpower till marriage”. They seemed to be settling down in debating me, when I got up and sat next to Jonah, who tried to scoot closer to his buddy, I’m sure so he wouldn’t catch whatever it was I had.

I asked if they ever had impure thoughts, maybe while masturbating, and Jeremiah said yes, and I asked him if he thought that his thoughts were a sin, he said yes, but god forgives him because he prays them away. So using his reasoning I asked him “why my impure thoughts couldn’t be prayed away”, “well” he said “yours aren’t natural”, “so god forgives your sins that are natural but not mine, that are unnatural”? Humm “Why does he do that”?…. “So I can’t join your church”? they replied, well I could but first their committees would have to “Fix” you, make you “Normal” then you could pray your sins away. “So I need to be fixed”?  “Am I broken”? Well “Yes” he said.

I then asked, ever see another man’s dick? They both said of course they both share a motel room, and saw each other, I asked if they ever thought about each other, and or wondered about each other, as I gently massaged my dick, and looking at these young hormone filled young bucks, I began to get hard and Jonah began to squirm, with an obvious tenting in his crotch.

With that I continued on my quest to make them squirm, and as I continued pleading my case, I became more animated, and I took Jonah’s hand and put it on my naked thigh inches from my slightly exposed dick, his soft smooth somewhat long fingers tingled me enough to make my sleeping giant perk up a bit as if it were reaching out, to take its own look at these boys. I mentioned Jonah’s tenting crotch which Jeremiah then glanced down at, as I made my move and slid Jonah’s hand to touch my dick, he pulled back quickly and jumped up, now it was clear he was hard and his pants pointing straight out as he turned away from me and now it was pointing toward Jeremiah’s face.

I calmed him down, got him to sit and indicated that he may be having impure thoughts about me, so is he now broken? As Jeremiah began to justify that it was my fault, Jonah was being misled, he should pray with him, and they both began some chanting prayer together, as I took Jonah’s hand again this time placing it right on my dick which he grabbed and I began making him stroke it. Jeremiah now is squirming to make room in his pants, he is becoming excited but very agitated as well. With Jonah’s hand still holding my member, I make another move and slide my hand to touch Jonah’s tented crotch, and just hold it, squeezing gently, as he seemed to be resigning himself to me and I felt his hand begin to squeeze my dick tighter, as he seemed to feel around more as he seemingly wanted to stroke me on his own.

I made a bold move and with my free hand I reached over Jonah and placed it on Jeremiah’s crotch, mentioning he seemed a bit excited as well, as I grabbed him tighter he leaned back as if resigning himself too me as well. That was too easy, I thought, as Jonah looked toward Jeremiah, they both were letting me feel them up through their pants. I noticed beads of sweat gliding down Jonah’s face alongside his ear as he slowly began to jerk me slow, but he was deliberately and defiantly enjoying his touch as he was mine, I leaned over and kissed his sweat droplets off the side of his face slightly licking the salty droplets from his smooth young skin. Jonah turned his head toward mine and looked into my eyes before gently leaning into me kissing my cheek with a sister or mother type kiss.

Boy this was getting out of hand and going further than I ever thought, as I stood and slid my shorts off and while still standing inches from Jonah’s face he began staring at my upward pointing dick head and drooping balls, when he glanced over to Jeremiah, but at the same time as he reached out with his mouth to touch, gradually leaning toward me as his lips parted like the Red Sea, he wanted to take it in, as he grabbed my balls and the base, Jeremiah began chanting his prayers aloud as he stood up while adjusting his package, just watching Jonah as his tongue reached out tepidly to lick the underside of my dick head, while he steadied my dick, as he gripped the base and balls tighter, as he engulfed the head around closed lips. I noticed Jeremiah stopped chanting but was now rubbing himself through his pants then he stared at the two of us blindly, oblivious to everything around us, totally just focused on Jonah sucking my dick head, as Jonah was obviously beginning to enjoy what he was doing, while now massaging my balls.

Jeremiah now has his hand inside his waistband definitely jerking. I sat on the coffee table, Jonah now in a bent over position as I reach up and touch Jeremiah’s crotch and began to unzip his zipper and reach inside to replace his hand with mine allowing him to undo his own belt, letting his pants fall to his knees, as I pulled his dick out of his boxers pulling it closer to my mouth. His dick was extremely rigid and hard, he let me touch it, and let me lead it to my mouth, one lick of my tongue and he pulled his boxers down to his knees as well, his balls now freed I began pulling on them, Jonah looked up at us while still sucking my shaft, he’s now getting almost half of it in, while kind of painfully massaging my balls. Just then Jonah took one hand, brought it up to touch Jeremiah’s balls. The next unexpected move was Jeremiah bent over slightly to reach into Jonah’s waistband to feel his ass, I could tell he went all in bare hand to bare ass, grabbing his cheeks with full palm.

I slowly stopped them and took their hands and led them to my bedroom where Jonah began stripping and Jeremiah stepped the rest of the way out of his pants and shoes, Jeremiah leaving his white shirt and tie on, while Jonah neatly placed his on the chair, I lost my shorts from around my ankles on the trip in, and as soon as both were seated on the edge of the bed I took my tee shirt off. Three naked guys except for Jeremiah’s torso, as I pushed them both to laying down, and I gathered and spit my mouth spit on both of their dicks while my hands explored the others, I tongued all the way up under his shirt that I at least unbuttoned, I spent time on their breasts while my own hard dick rubbed against their thighs and dicks as I switched my hips between each of them.

Their chests were tight, thin, slightly muscled, both had nice abs, both were smooth, my tongue just slid across both, enjoying all 4 nipples. Their gorgeous blue eyes switched from each other to the ceiling as their smiles were evident. Jonah’s dick was unusually small and compact, with a tight ball sack and a small patch of fine soft brown hair surrounding it, I could put his entire dick and balls inside my mouth, and I could feel his erection in the back of my throat, when he began thrusting his hips into me. Jeremiah’s dick was quite large with larger balls and loose skin around them with his darker dirty blonde hair patched just above his dick, his inner thighs and balls were unusually smooth almost as if he shaved them. I could barely take his entire shaft in a deep throat, which he seemed shocked as I closed my throat around his large head.

I pressed my luck slightly by touching both of their ass cracks, to which I sensed resistance, and immediately backed off, after concentrating on each of their dicks and edging them back and forth, keeping their hands away from themselves was tough as they each tried to, finish themselves off whenever I shifted to the other. My goal was to make them cum together now, which was tough with one mouth and two dicks, I switched my mouth back and forth quicker switching to my hand on the other guy.

Suddenly their moans were evidently in unison, and Jonah fired a load hitting Jeremiah in the chest, quite a load dump from that unusually small dick, as Jeremiah lost his load onto his own stomach, both were heaving in unison as their dicks eventually went to dry pumping, raising inches up off of their stomachs and returning back down, with strands of cum connecting their slits to their tummys.

I stood as I jerked my meat over both of their spent bodies as they watched intently, eventually spraying my load on both of them. I collapsed across both slipping and sliding on our combined cum, I gave each a deep tongue mouth searching kiss, that they both reluctantly tried to return my tongue swirl. We laid there for several minutes before I stood getting them some towels to wipe up, as they both dressed I asked if I deserved to be called “Broken” and did I need “Fixing”, they both were silent as they gathered their stuff, and left my house walking down the walk tucking their shirts in with their ties still untied.

I wondered if they would continue their quest, but they walked past all the rest of my neighbors till they turned the corner disappearing forever, to the best of my knowledge they never returned, I would have welcomed them back, and would have loved to show them more, heck I may have even donated to their cause, just to have those two virgin boys back in my grasps, not one but two at the same time. Boy I was proud of myself.

We all got dressed, me and Kyle took some clothes and stuff in case we spent the night at Patrick’s place. I still couldn’t believe what was happening, it was a fantasy coming true. Ready to go guys? Patrick asked. Yep! Let’s get going! I replied. We got back to the college parking lot and got in Patrick’s car. The drive to his house took about 40 minutes. He lives in a nice neighborhood by the mountains. As he pulled up in his driveway we saw his house. That’s a nice house sir! I said. Thanks! It’s a bit too big for a single man but I can’t bring myself to sell it. He replied. We took our stuff and got inside. It was really warm and welcoming. I thought to myself that it would be much better to spend our college years here than our dorm.

We dropped our bags by the couch and sat down. I was still a bit horny, but I was also getting hungry, we decided for sushi for diner. Patrick ordered some from a sushi place nearby. While we were eating we talked about everything and nothing, getting to know each other more. He told us about some of his first experiences with men, I was surprised when he said that he dated another teacher from our college. Mr. Stevens, he gives music classes and also coach the swimming team. I was a bit jealous, since Mr. Stevens was very handsome. He has such a well defined body. He looked so hot with his usual tight jeans clenching on his round ass. I asked : How long did you dated him? When? Well, we dated for about a year, but we we’re too busy with with work, with life in general, so we decided to just stay friends. Patrick replied. He seemed sad as he said it, so I asked : Do you still have feelings for him? I mean emotionally? I do, I wish things went differently, but I wasn’t ready to be openly gay and be in a couple with a man. I have to admit that this place can make you feel lonely, all these empty rooms. Patrick said as looked around the room.

Well, for tonight you won’t be alone… I said as I caressed his tight. We’ll keep you entertained for sure! Kyle added as he laughed. Thank you guys… Patrick replied with a little smile. We helped him clean up the table then we all got on the couch. Patrick turned on the tv and put on a movie. Instinctively I rested my head on his thigh, Kyle did the same on his other side. It was so relaxing. Patrick ran his fingers in our hair, he was acting like a father with his sons. Slowly his hands reached for our ass, massaging them. I could fell his cock harden. I was already fully hard. Me and Kyle looked at each other and started kissing. I rubbed Patrick’s bulge as my tongue danced with Kyle’s. Good boys… daddy likes what he sees. Patrick said as he looked at us kissing. Take your clothes off boys… he said as he took off his shirt.

We did as he said and got naked. He got naked too. All three of us were naked now, we got back on the couch. Me and Kyle started gently licking Patrick’s shaft. Our mouths brushing each other. I looked at Patrick as my lips ran up and down his cock. I could see the pleasure in his face, he was moaning and bitting his lip. I couldn’t wait any longer so I shove his cock in my mouth. Kyle and I took turns sucking on his cock. We were feasting on his delicious shaft, savoring his precum. You like that daddy? Kyle asked as he licked Patrick’s shaft from the balls to the throbbing tip. Fuck yea son, daddy’s really proud of his boys. I was about to shove his cock back in my mouth when the doorbell rang. For fucks sake who’s that… Patrick said he put on only his boxers to open the door.

Patrick opened the door and there was Mr. Stevens. Hey Patrick! Hey Jim! Sorry to drop by unexpected, I was going through some of my students work I realized I left some of my stuff here. I was just coming to pick them up.

Oh sure, come in… Mr. Stevens saw us on the couch, from where he was he could only see down to our shoulders. But it was enough for him to get what was going on. So he said : Did I interrupt something? Patrick’s cock was tenting up his boxers, it was easy to tell he was rock hard. Sorry about that, I was in fact busy with something… He replied as he looked at us. Oh I see, I’ll make it quick. Jim said as he went upstairs to get his stuff. He was wearing chic pants and a blazer, his hair was all done. He looked so handsome. He came back downstairs with a small suitcase. Sorry again for interrupting…. He said he headed to the door. Wait, maybe you could stay and hang out with us? If you have time. Patrick asked. I don’t have any plans for the night, why not!

He dropped his suitcase and took off his blazer. His shirt was pretty tight, showing his buff chest and strong arms. Me and Kyle had put on our boxers and shirt, just for the sake of it. Patrick and Jim joined us in the living room. Guys I think you might have met Jim before? Jim this Jacob, and this is Kyle. Patrick said as he sat on the other couch. Hey boys! Nice to see you! Jim said as he loosened his tie. I’m a little overdressed as I can see. He said as he unbuckled his belt. I was eager to see what he was packing down there. I watched him attentively as he slowly slid down his pants. He was wearing a blue brief, beautifully revealing his ass and his impressive bulge. Boy was I happy we accepted Patrick’s invitation. He kept his shirt and sat beside Patrick. Come here boys, show our guest what we were busy doing… Patrick said as he caressed Jim’s thigh. We got up and knelt in front of him. Jim smiled and said : Don’t be shy, just go for it. We pulled down his brief, his cock sprung up and slapped his belly. He had a nice 10 inches shaft. Not too thick, veiny and rock hard. 

Kyle and I looked at each other smiling. We proceeded to lap on his cock. I licked his shaft while Kyle sucked on his big balls. Patrick watched us as he took off his boxers and started jacking off. He took Jim by the neck and pulled him towards him. They made out as we feasted on Jim’s cock. My cock was so hard it almost hurt. I twirled my tongue around his cock head, sliding it in its slit, getting a taste of his precum. Kyle brought his face close to mine so we could share it. Then I shoved Jim’s cock all the way up my mouth. Feeling it slide down my throath got me so horny. I started bobbing up and down on him. Meanwhile Kyle spreaded Jim’s legs and started eating his ass, occasionally sliding his fingers inside him and stretch his hole. Each time he slid his fingers in, Jim’s cock twitched and he moaned. After a few minutes I decided to give Patrick some attention, so I got between his legs and engulfed his cock. That’s it give daddy some attention, you’re such a good boy… Patrick said as he moaned. 

Kyle took my place and started sucking Jim as he fingered his hole. He now had three fingers in. He went faster and deeper. I could tell Jim was enjoying it like crazy. His breathing intensified, his moaning got louder. As Kyle’s fingers slid in and out of him he said : Fuck me boy! I want to feel your cock up my ass… You’ll have to lube it with your mouth before… Kyle replied he got up. Jim didn’t hesitate and stuffed Kyle’s cock in his mouth. He blowed him for a minute or two, then laid on his back and spread his legs wide open. Now fuck me boy! Fuck me hard! Jim said as Kyle pressed his cock on his hole. He went slow at first, until his cock head popped inside. Jim let out a deep moan as he went in. Then Kyle started thrusting back and forth. His balls slapping against Jim’s ass. I loved the his butt clenched as he thrusted his hips. He looked so sexy.

I kept sucking on Patrick’s cock, I couldn’t get enough of it. I was craving him so bad, I wanted him in me. So I got on top of him, rubbed our cocks together as we kissed. I whispered in his ear : Fuck me daddy… I want you in me again. He used his saliva to lube his shaft before I slowly sat on it. The head slowly slid inside, sending shivers across my body. I loved the feeling of his shaft sliding inside me as my butt cheeks landed on his thighs. I stayed there with his cock all the way in me. I made out with him, running my hands on his plump hairy chest. I started bouncing up and down along his shaft. Fuck Jake your ass feels so good… Ride daddy’s cock… Patrick said with a low voice. I started going faster, my cock was slapping on Patrick’s abs. Everytime it hit him my cock twitched, I could feel I was getting close. 

Fuck Patrick I’m getting close. I said as my cock started throbbing. Patrick took my cock in his hands and jacked me off. I was going nuts, it felt like heaven. Kyle said : Come on Patrick milk him, make him shoot his load! as he started fucking Jim harder. Patrick was staring straight into my eyes as I felt my loading coming. Fuck daddy I’m gonna cum… fuck please make me cum! The feeling of his hands on my cock and his shaft up my ass made me lost it. I started shooting thick streams of cum all over his chest. Nice load man! Kyle said. Patrick scooped some with his fingers and licked it. Mmmmm delicious son… He said as he picked some more and made me taste it. I was out of breath from the orgasm, but I kept riding his cock. I wanted to make him shoot his cum inside me. You want daddy’s load? You want daddy to fil your tight ass? He said as his cock started pulsating. It didn’t take long before I felt his warm juice filling my ass as he moaned. Fuck son that was awesome, you’re such a good boy. I laid down on him and just rested on his chest. His cock still in me. 

Meanwhile Kyle and Jim had switched positions. Kyle was now pounding him doggy style, jacking him off with one hand. After a few minutes Jim started moaning like a slut as he shot jets after jets of cum on the couch. Kyle kept jacking him, milking him dry. That’s it boy! Milk me, get every drop of cum out of my cock… fuck yea… Then Kyle pulled out and flipped Jim on his back. Right then he shot his load on Jim’s face as he opened his mouth to take his load. Jim licked his lips as Kyle bent over to kiss him. They shared his load, their tongues twirling together. After a minute or two they just laid there, catching their breaths. We were all tired, our balls empty and our sexual desires fulfilled, at least for now. We were too tired to shower so we just wiped ourselves clean.

Hey Jim, why don’t you spend the night here? It’s getting pretty late. Patrick suggested. Well I guess I could take the couch. He replied. Don’t be silly, you can sleep with me in my bed. Patrick said as he helped him off the couch. Well boys, follow us I’ll show you to the guest room. He said as we went upstairs. There, if you need anything my room is right over there. Thanks! We said goodnight and got in the room. As we got in bed Kyle said : Wow! That was out of this world… Right? That was some amazing sex. And Jim is hot… I replied. Next time I want to try his ass… Haha alright, you’ll see his ass is pure perfection. Kyle said as we cuddled under the blankets. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a sweet kiss in the neck. Goodnight babe… he whispered. Goodnight… I replied as I slowly fell asleep. We were so tired, we fell asleep in no time.

The sound of Patrick preparing breakfast woke me up. Kyle was already downstairs. I could hear him talking with Jim. I put on the first thing I could find in my bag, which was a black jockstrap. I joined them at the kitchen island. Well look who’s up? Kyle said as I got beside him. Looking sexy this morning boy… Jim said as he gently slapped my ass. That made my cock twitch. I sat between them. I hadn’t looked at my phone yet, I was surprised when I realized it was already 10am. Shit Kyle we’re late! I said as I stood up. Calm down… let’s skip class for today. Patrick called in sick and Jim was already off for the day. Well fine. That sounds good to me. I said as I sat down. 

So what do you guys want to do today? Patrick asked as he served me some eggs and toast with a coffee. Well there are many things we could do. Where should we start?

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I know it’s been a while since chapter 5, I’m working on part 7, it’ll be out as soon as I can.

Hello everyone! I do hope you like this story, it is the first chapter of many.

I am a big fan of Star Wars, and don’t wish to make something that doesn’t pay homage to a world that I adore so much, so bear with me as I set the setting and the pace. I am also trying to make sure it’s accurate, so it may take time to post in between, but it will be worth it! Also don’t hate me if it’s not accurate, I’m trying my best.

Please let me know what you all think! I hope you all enjoy 🙂

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The ambience was quiet in the records room as I finished up my report for the council. I always preferred writing them here. I can feel the years of wisdom and knowledge locked here, and I can I looked at my report, grateful to be finishing it up. I signed the end, Jedi Knight Myko Da Ruun. “How was your mission to the outer rim territory?” A voice rang out from behind me, causing a big smile to paint itself across my face.

I saved my report and turned slowly to face my questioner getting up in the process, “I am grateful to report it was entirely successful!” I eagerly shared.

I happily smiled up at my friend, Aashel daan. He was a little younger than I, but was half a head taller. His stature was lean but strong, with big hands folded gracefully in front of his torso. His tan coloured skin matched his dark brown hair that was disheveled and went in every direction. His features were contrasted on his skin, with big bold lips and piercing golden eyes.

“That is most pleasing to hear, Myko! I trust you were of the utmost help to Masters Obi Wan and Anakin Skywalker?” He questioned complimentary.

“Oh they hardly needed me to help, but I was grateful for any and all help I could provide them” I said obligatorily, looking over my friend. He looked different to me, taller even than the last time I had seen him. The obvious change is that he has traded his modest Jedi robes and is now wearing Jedi armor.

“I am sure you were pivotal in their success” he graciously said to me. His smile got bigger and his chest puffed out a bit as I looked him over trying to figure out his newfound confidence. Suddenly I noticed it – his padawan braid no longer decorated his hair!

“You’re now a Jedi Knight, aren’t you young Aash?” I asked him, barely obscuring my excitement, using my nickname for him. He nodded and I threw out my hands and pulled him in for an embrace. “I am so happy for you! Though it is of no surprise to anyone, your skills are exceptional.”

The embrace lasted only a moment but we held each other tight and I could feel a flutter of feelings in my stomach. I enjoyed this. As a Jedi I knew only to suppress any thoughts so that feeling was gone as quick as it came. However the fluttering remained.

“I was wondering how long it would take for the ever astute Ko Da to notice this change.” He jested at me, pulling back out of the hug nervously. I softened at his use of my nickname. “But now, no need to change the subject – you must tell me more about Anaxes! Is Admiral Trench defeated?” He asked eagerly, obviously embarrassed about my praise.

“Ah yes, well…” I started, wrapping my arm around his shoulder as we walked towards the hall. “It all started when Master Obi Wan arrived, the command center I was barely holding was getting bombarded by droids on two different sides. The onslaught lasted no longer than it takes to leave to the atmosphere here on coruscant before he was able to send them running.”

He stopped to look at me and said “stop being modest, I’m sure you were holding your own perfectly fine!” He stopped and I don’t know why I didn’t answer, but he didn’t seem finished talking. “I wish I could be as strong as Master Obi Wan…” he spoke quietly, trailing off at the end.

“Whatever do you mean, Aashy? You are younger than even Master Obi Wan was when he was knighted and he was considered young himself! I can foresee you becoming an equally masterful Jedi, don’t you fret young Aash.” I said reassuredly.

“Y-you always think too much of me, Ko Da.” He stuttered out abashedly. My eyes fluttered a bit, worried he meant something more with his words

“Only as much as you think of me” I responded nervously, trying to contain my composure.

He looked at my inquisitively, my heart beat faltering for a moment. He then turned and we resumed walking “now, tell me more of your singlehanded victory against Admiral Trench!” He prodded.

I smiled and continued on where I’d left off.

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I finished my meal and was returning to my quarters when I sensed a presence watching me from somewhere. I faltered for a half second but forced myself to continue walking normally, my footsteps suddenly seeming so much more loud in the still hallway. I inconspicuously darted my eyes around without changing my pace or stature, seeing that there was no one else around. My body was tense but I tried my best to not let it show.

Click…. Click…. Click….

The sounds of something small and… wooden, perhaps? Tapping the flooring of the temple halls filled the air even though it was quiet. I couldn’t see anything at first and then suddenly – I turned quickly around, not being able to conceal my fear of being surprised.

“Appear to be nervous, you are young Myko Da Ruun.”

I turned and bowed in respect, unsure what to say to Master Yoda.

“Something on your mind, there is?” He asked inquisitively. My head fell farther without thinking, possibly in shame.

“About your successful mission on Anaxes, it cannot be… hmm.” He said knowingly.

I was about to lift my head and respond when he continued “to do with your friend, it is.” He no longer sounded like he was asking me questions, but rather was stating what was, to him, obvious.

I looked up and saw him looking at me with compassion and knowledge. His small green frame the source of centuries of wisdom and power. “I….” I couldn’t finish my thought out loud because I wasn’t sure how to say anything.

“Hmm?” He responded, encouraging me to continue.

I opened my mouth to speak “….”, then closed it and looked down again. I don’t think I could bear to ask the questions I really want to.

“I wonder sometimes, Master Yoda, if we as Jedi are the right people to protect the galaxy. If I am right to be a Jedi to protect the galaxy.” My voice wavered a bit, but I was surprised these words slipped out my mouth.

He looked deep into my eyes for a moment before answering. “Ah… yes. Bigger thoughts, you are having.” He said before turning and continued to walk. I turned and matched my pace with him.

“Myko Da, perfect, the Jedi are not. Difficult and complex, this topic may be. But if not for the Jedi, protect the galaxy who would?” His question hung in the air, and it sounded like he has talked about this before.

“Alone in these thoughts, you are not. Included in this thinking, I am. Many indiscretions with Jedi law, it is possible there may be.” He was quiet for a moment, only the clicking of his cane and my boots filling the silence. I noticed we were heading away from my room, and towards the meditation rooms.

“Aspire to be keepers of wisdom, we are, yet too often in our way our wisdom gets. Keep peace in the galaxy, we are tasked with yet struggle to not fear losing peace, we all do. Being compassionate to all, we strive to be, yet causes more fear and hate does too much become. Difficult to find the balance in these, many Jedi do.” He said, looking my way.

“I want to have balance. I want to be kind and compassionate and wise, but I worry I fall short all too often. How does one find this great balance, Master Yoda?” I asked, stopping in front of Yodas meditation room.

“Hmm, yes… Balance… A lifetime to master, it takes.” He started slowly, articulating his words well, standing next to me.. “Compare yourself to others, do not. Fulfill your own destiny, you will. Trust in the force, you must.” He said absolute in his advice.

He turned and went through the door which opened automatically for him. “Here, come child. Meditate with me, you should. Let the force guide you.”

“I am most grateful for your help, Master Yoda.” I said following him in.

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Once returning to my room, I realized it was quite late, very few people were wandering the halls anymore. I walked to my room, my thoughts focused but confused. Yodas help with meditation is renowned and it simultaneously had my mind racing but also quieted down; the most surreal feeling, similar to the feeling when I used the force.

I got to my room and walked to my bed and sat down. I started sifting through my thoughts, they were multiplying by the second.

I fully believed in the Jedi order, and it’s purpose to protect the galaxy. But sometimes I wondered if indeed we cause more harm then good. Not all Jedi feel so reserved in their choices of killing, and not all think that we should be solely peacemakers. I don’t enjoy killing anyone, my real purpose shining through when I am able to release prisoners or help villages retake their towns that have been reduced to rubble by the separatists.

I do what I must to help those who need it, but I wonder where the line is drawn for “must” is.

Suddenly Aash’s face popped up in my mind and I froze for a second.

A thought flew through my head, the question I truly wanted to ask Master Yoda, and I barely had time to register it before I forced it out.

I don’t know why Jedi aren’t allowed to show compassion through romantic love.

I shook my head and saw something glisten as it struck the ground. My head jerked up and my mouth fell open. I lifted my hand to my face and touched my cheek. It was wet.

I stood up and took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I go over my list in my head to squash these thoughts; it’s a week practiced list.

• I know these feelings aren’t allowed by way of the Jedi order. Attachment leads to the dark side, and I cannot and will not bend to the will of the dark side.

• Two men being together isn’t taboo in most cultures, in some it’s the main form. But in the culture of my people, the people of Serreno, it is not seen as proper.

The last point is the one I hate bringing up but is important to use for my ability to squash the thoughts.

• Aash doesn’t feel the same way about me, so it wouldn’t matter if the other two points weren’t a thing.

I sighed and sat down, my head feeling fatigued from its unrest. I undressed completely as I usually do and got into bed, my head hitting the pillow and passed out moments later.

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Knock knock knock! I awoke to the sound of soft knocks, then heard “Ka Do! It’s me.” Aash! I became flustered “Hey Aash! Come on in.” As I sat up in bed.

The door opened and he walked in, in his armor again, his hair disheveled like always, hanging off his right side. His lips were peeled back in a huge smile as he rounded the corner into my room.

As he turned, his eyes widened a bit, and I suddenly realized I was completely naked under the bedsheets and instinctually tightened them around my waist where they had fallen. He then stared intently at my eyes, trying to be kind and not look at me in my immodest state.

“I was just thinking of running some simulations, and it’s been awhile since we’ve done some together. Would you like to join me?” He asked with a hint of excitement in his voice.

“Uh sure.” I said uncertainty, noting his shoulders dropped a little with my hesitation. “Yes, that sounds like the perfect thing to do today.” I added trying to reassure him that I did indeed want to go with him.

It helped, he straightened up and his smile grew somehow bigger. “Perfect! Shall we?” He asked while gesturing towards the door then looking back at me.

“Yes well, um…” I started looking around nervously, then gestures towards myself then looked up at him and nervously half smiled.

“What? Is there something wrong?” He took a step closer and gestured towards me. “NO- no, sorry, I just have to get dressed” I quickly interrupted his advance and stood up wrapping the sheet around me.

His face turned a shade redder as realization set in, and he responded with “Oh! Of course, I-“. He broke off as his eyes moved down the thin sheet. His jaw was still open but no words were coming out, and his face was growing redder by the second.

I glanced down and saw that, while I was wrapped with the white sheet, it did nothing to conceal my morning wood that sported and caused a very defined tenting in the lower half of my figure. I quickly moved my hand to shield it as he found his voice “I am so sorry Ko Da, I uh, I will meet you um, yeah, meet you outside your room, so sorry.” He dropped his head and was out of my room before he was even done speaking.

Shit.

I stood there staring at the door where he had left in a hurry, not moving or even breathing. I blinked my eyes a few times quickly and inhaled sharply, suddenly realizing I must get dressed.

I threw my sheet on the bed with more frustration then I meant and stared at my boner. I wasn’t embarrassed about my dick, it’s really quite nice in my opinion. Long, about 8 inches, with a nice foreskin that had the slightest overhang. And it was thick, honestly giving my lightsaber a run for its money. But I couldn’t believe I let Aash see me in that state. Had I realized… I stopped suddenly and wondered about that thought. There was a small part of me that was excited that he saw it. Perhaps there was a part of me who knew that I had it, and enjoyed the feeling of him not being able to speak when he saw it. Perhaps he was impressed?

Nonsense, I said to myself, he doesn’t think about me like that. I then went through my checklist with a large sigh and quickly got dressed in my Jedi armor and met him outside.

Aash was still a couple shades redder than usual and didn’t look my in my eye as I walked up next to him. We turned and started walking, wordlessly.

“Um… I’m sorry for you having to see that, Aash. I didn’t realize it when I stood up” I started, though the apology sounded flat and awkward.

“No, I am the one who should apologize, Ko Da. I should have left when I saw you weren’t dressed, I guess I just…” he trailed off, looking away. My curiosity was peaked but the way he was speaking… well I just couldn’t push him to say anymore.

“No Aashy, it is alright. Now, let’s go so I can save your butt 10 times over in this simulation!” I jested towards him, weakly pushing him with my arm as we walked. He chuckled and responded “I regret to inform you that you have it all backwards, but don’t worry. I’ll protect you, Ko Da.” He winked and we walked off towards the simulation room.

I have a friend, Tommy that asked me one time if I had any sexual fantasies. I told him I always wanted to be the bang in a gangbang, but not just any kind of a gangbang. I wanted to be gangbanged by a group T-girls. He said that sounded really hot and he would see if he could make it happen for me sometime. Several months went by and this was never mentioned again and I had by now completely forgotten about what he had said about it.

I got a call from Tommy asking me if I had any plans for the upcoming weekend. I told him I didn’t and he told me that I do now. LOL He said to be at his place by 9 Friday evening and plan on staying until Sunday. When I asked him what was up he became pretty evasive telling me I would find out soon enough. Now Tommy and I have been fuck buddies for several years and we trusted each other completely, so I figured what the hell why not go and see what he is up to.

I got to Tommy’s about 8 Friday evening and he already had some tranny porn playing. He gave me a beer and told me he had everything all set up for my dream to come true. I didn’t quite understand what he was talking about but he told me to just sit back, enjoy the beer and porn and it would all happen real soon.

Shortly after my arrival I heard Tommy at the door talking to somebody. He returned to me with three drop dead gorgeous women. He introduced them to me and they told me that they were here to make my gangbang fantasy come true, and then they began stripping. They all had some great tits and asses and they bent over in front of me with those nice asses facing me as they lowered their g-strings. When they turned around they all had some large cock between those shapely legs.

They stepped up close to me and one after another pushed a cock right into my mouth and had me sucking each of them in a rotation, one after another until they were all nice and hard and dripping precum.

It wasn’t long before they had me laying over the ottoman and sucking my cock. Each one would suck it until I was about ready to explode then back off. Then another one would do the same. One of them finally put a cock ring around my cock and balls then they all started fondling the rest of my body, paying a lot of attention to my nipples and ass hole. Tommy brought a nice sized butt plug and they pushed that into me, then left me there and went to get some beers. I was starting to calm down some and was handed a beer. They told me that we were all here until Sometime Sunday and they didn’t want me cumming too soon.

After a brief respite they were at me again. This time it started with one of them rimming me while another began fucking my mouth and throat. When my ass was pretty wet from the eating out it had gotten I felt the head of a cock begin pressing against it. As the head popped through I let out a moan and that set off the cock in my mouth. It was soon flooded with a hot load of juicy cum. It was more than I could swallow and some of it ran out of my mouth and down my chin. She took her cock out, gathered that excess cum with the head of it and pushed it back into my mouth and went back to fucking my face. I don’t know how she stayed hard but she did and by the time my ass was being filled with its first load of the night the cock in my mouth unloaded again.

They both moved away and Tommy and the other gurl took their places. They both gave me a cum load in each hole before we decided to call it a night. I was truly experiencing exactly what I had often fantasized about and was loving it. But what would tomorrow hold in store for me?

I woke up Saturday morning with lips on my cock and a cock rubbing across my own lips. As I opened my mouth that cock pushed into it. As I began sucking this cock I felt a finger forcing itself into my ass. The finger had lube on it and soon withdrew to be replaced with a large hard cock. This cock wasn’t in the least bit gentle; it went all in with a hard thrust. It didn’t take long before all four of us were unloading our seed.

The three gurls stood up and said, there, that should hold us over until this afternoon. Now let’s get some breakfast so we can build up our strength, we will need it later on.

Breakfast turned out to be more of a brunch since it was already 11 by the time we started eating. After our brunch was finished we all just lounged around the pool most of the afternoon with the gurls keeping me in a constant state of horniness. By 5 they started to go about getting ready for a night out on the town I thought. But every time I asked about what the plans were they just told me to relax and they would get me ready for another night of sexual excitement when they were finished getting themselves ready. Tommy was no help either because he said he did not know what they were up to.

Finally the time had come for me to get ready. They cleaned me up and out with extra preparations to the out part. I was wearing a leather chest harness with a strap that went down and attached to a cock and ball ring as well as a leather collar. I was completely exposed. They also gave me a Viagra. They had Tommy drive us to a special club called “The GURLS Club” in the gay section of the city. This was a private club for “Gurls” only. The only way a man could gain entry was to be escorted in by a member and would be made available to anyone that wished to use him for their pleasure. The gurls I was with told me that I was going to get that all shemale gangbang I have wanted tonight. Tommy dropped us off and I was led inside by a leash.

Once inside we quickly became the center of attention as it was announced that the entertainment had arrived. That being me. I was led around to all the tables and introduced and groped by one and all. There was a small stage in the center of the main room with a sex sling on it. Once we had made our way around the club I was then led onto the stage and put into the sling. This sling was set up so both my mouth and ass were at a level for easy access. My cock was rock hard from the Viagra and already dripping precum. I was about to get the fucking of my life.

It turns out that when everyone entered the club they got a ticket and there was an MC of sorts for all of this activity. He would randomly draw a ticket and call out the number. That person would then get to use one of my holes however they wanted until they came. Then a new number would be drawn and son. By now I think every gurl in the place had their cock out and getting it hard.

The first gurl came up and chose my mouth. She had an average sized cock and walked tight up to my face and shoved it into my mouth. She only made a couple of thrusts and shot her load. As I was swallowing it the next gurl came up and she also wanted my mouth. She had a smaller cock and managed to fuck my throat for a few minutes before shooting one of the biggest loads of cum I have ever gotten.

Now for some reason all of them wanted to fuck my mouth and none of them had fucked my ass yet. This was about to change though as the next gurl came up to me. She made a point of showing me her cock, it was huge. Long and thick. She whispered into my ear that she was going to ruin my ass with it. Someone from the audience came up and began lubing and opening up my hole for her and then she came around and placed the head of that monster against my hole. Someone then put the poppers to my nose and I took a couple of hits from the bottle. Once I did that she slammed that monster right into me. I screamed out from the sudden intrusion and the MC called another number and said they needed to fill my mouth to shut me up.

When the gurl finally shot her load as deep into me as she could and walked away the MC told everyone that my ass would be off limits for a while so I could recover but until then my mouth was still open for business and it would be a free for all. I had cocks in each hand as well as my mouth and cum was everywhere. I also had a raging hard on that wasn’t getting enough attention to make it cum but just enough to keep it hard. When I was finally let out of the sling the gurls I was with took into a back room and cleaned me up and out again. Then they let me rest on a sofa for a while.

When they came back for me I saw the sling was gone, but in its place was a set of stocks. I was put into them and the fucking began in earnest once more. But this time it seemed to be mostly centered on my ass. I had at least two dozen loads pumped into it and the cum was just running out and down my legs by now. Every now and then someone would feed me a cock or push their tit into my mouth for me to suck on. My own tits were being constantly pinched and my balls were getting slapped by the balls of those fucking me.

I also had gurls sucking my cock as well and actually came several times, to the point that it was getting painful to be so stimulated over and over again. I was now having dry orgasms whenever someone managed to hit my prostate with their fucking.

At sometime I must have passed out because the next thing I knew I was at home in my own bed. One of the gurls had stayed with me to make sure I was okay and later she told me what I had missed after I passed out. She and I ended up staying together and every now and then she takes me back to that club for some excitement. Although nothing likes that first time. We try to keep things to just a small group now

Terrence moaned. He leaned his head back against the bunch of pillows as he looked down on his thick ten inches of ebony black cock being devoured by Cody’s hungry pink mouth. The white boy, Cody, was younger than Terrence: thirty-five to Terrence’s forty-two, but he was one hell of a cock-hungry bitch. Terrence gripped Cody’s bushy brown hair and forced his bearded face into his crotch. He crooned as Cody gurgled on his dick. He followed the line of Cody’s spine to the union of that round white ass with Andre’s v-cut ebony waist.

Andre was Terrence’s husband. A year older than Terrence’s at forty-three, Andre was no less sexy. The husbands attended the same gym and shared similar workout routines; both of them ebony-black in complexion with slim but sculpted physiques. Terrence beckoned Andre forward and his husband leaned in, kissing him. Terrence fed Andre his tongue; savoring his husband’s bearded face against his smooth-shaven chin.

Andre continued hammering his cock in Cody’s round white ass. The white boy continued to moan around Terrence’s thick cock. Andre retreated to his previous kneeling position, gripping Cody’s waist and pounding his guts. Terrence slid his cock free from Cody’s lips and leaned forward. He spread Cody’s butt-cheeks so he could admire Andre’s thick nine-inch dick plunging the pink tunnel. Ebony black and shiny, it slipped in and out, stretching the pink man-cunt wide, and Cody moaned in time with Andre’s invasion.

Andre popped his cock free and presented it for sucking. Terrence immediately gobbled it, almost to the root. He painted it wet to the melody of his husband’s moans. He released it then returned it to Cody’s chute. It sank in to the pubes. Andre moaned and Terrence enjoyed the show; keeping the pale cheeks parted as he watched his husband’s cock piston through the welcoming cunt. After a few more minutes, Terrence had his turn.

He stood behind Cody, kissed his cock to the cunt and pushed inside. He moaned as he sank balls-deep. The cunt had been opened well by Andre and Terrence had no trouble plunging in and out through the greedily sucking tunnel. The warm silky walls massaged his cock. The hot wetness suckled his cock and made squelching sounds each time Terrence pulled out and plunged back in. Terrence craned his head back and fucked harder into the hungry tunnel, making Cody yelp until he was silenced by Andre forcing the white boy to suck the cock that had just been up his ass.

Again and again, Terrence slammed his cock leisurely up the pink tunnel. He savored every moment of that hungry cunt eating his dick. He gripped Cody’s waist tighter. He grunted, feeling the cum rising from his balls. He slowed his stroke, making the fuck last longer. He paused and let his cock calm down. Slowly, he resumed, all while Cody choked on Andre’s thick dick. For over half an hour, the married couple had fucked Cody’s ass and throat but then, it was Cody’s turn.

The white boy had a big, long, thick eleven-inch cock. Terrence moaned as he kissed along the side of the massive pink pole while his husband did the same. On their knees, they worshipped Cody’s massive throbbing prong. Cody moaned as Terrence moved to gobble the head and sank halfway down his raging shaft.

Terrence moaned his delight. He loved a big dick in his mouth and worked it over wetly until he had managed to swallow it all. He gurgled, his nose in Cody’s wiry pubes. He retreated then swallowed again, all while his husband watched and licked on Cody’s balls. Terrence slid off the dick and Andre had his way, working on the bulbous pink head until Cody was shuddering with pleasure. The two black men slurped and sucked on that big white dick until Cody was ready for more.

Side by side, face-down and ass-up on the bed, Terrence and Andre moaned while Cody feasted on their ebony assholes. That white boy knew how to eat ass. Terrence sang his joy as Cody’s tongue invaded his chute deep. It pleasured his nether regions and made his hard cock dribbled even more precum onto the sheets. He kissed Andre as Cody switched over, and his husband moaned into his mouth. Back and forth, Cody went; rimming one hot black ass then the next until he stood and Terrence felt that big white cock slap against his ass-cheeks.

Terrence gasped. Cody’s cock stretched him good and sank deeper than Andre’s ever could. Cody’s hands gripped his waist and the white boy began to fuck. Terrence groaned, savoring the big dick sinking through his guts. It withdrew then sank in again, and repeated the action, over and over and over. Terrence pulled Andre into a kiss as he whimpered. Cody fucked him faster, the big white dick tapping into his depths and making his shiver with pleasure. He was rocked forward with every thrust as Cody picked up the speed and force of his strokes.

Just as quickly, Cody pulled out and it was Andre who was moaning; his ass getting tagged by the horse-hung white stud. Terrence savored his husband’s whimpers on his tongue, along with the vibrations of the bed as Cody hammered Andre’s guts. Flesh on flesh clapping filled Terrence’s ears and he reached under and stroked his own hard ten inches; his asshole winking with excitement as he awaited his turn.

Cody gave it to him good. Terrence yowled as Cody pounded him, no mercy. He gripped the sheets; barking and snarling as that massive white cock owned his eager black ass. He gave his chocolate hole over to the fuck, turned on by the fact that he was getting fucked by a hung white stud right in front of his husband. He felt every inch of that Caucasian cock’s invasion in his dark depths; felt it conquer his guts and penetrate into his second hole; the inner sanctum of anal pleasure. 

Terrence howled and, unable to hold back, felt his cock erupt beneath him. Cody fucked him straight through his orgasm then abruptly yanked himself out and plunged back inside Andre. Terrence panted, too exhausted to move as he watched his husband whimper and yelp as Cody ravaged his hole. The bed rocked with the force of the white stud’s thrusts. Andre’s expression was a mix of the most exquisite pleasure and pain. Terrence caught the blur of Andre’s hand as his husband furiously stroked his own thick black dick. Seconds later, an explosion of cum jetted up over the sheets and splattered across Andre’s face. Cody fucked Andre through his climax then yanked out.

Terrence and Andre were on their knees in a flash, mouths wide open and tongues out as Cody jacked off over their faces. Terrence whimpered as he watched the big white dick swelled and pulse. Then, the eruption. Warm wads of creamy cum splattered over his face. He lunged forward and engulfed the bulbous pink head, taking a wad straight to the back of the mouth. He retreated and Andre copied his move. Terrence swallowed as another wad struck him across the forehead, then another over his cheek. Cody shuddered, his orgasm over; and Terrence turned to see his husband’s face likewise painted in thick creamy Caucasian cum.

Terrence went in, swallowing Cody to the root, and draining the remnants of his semen. Andre joined in and Terrence shared the creamy treat with him as he sank his tongue into Andre’s mouth. The couple swapped Cody’s cum for a moment before looking up at the horse-hung white stud, who grinned down at them; his cock still raging hard. 

He said only one word, and the couple were up on the bed in a flash. This time, Terrence and Andre were on their backs, their asses just over the edge of the bed; holding their legs up at the knees and exposing their winking, fucked-open assholes. Terrence howled as Cody sank his entire eleven-inch beast back inside his welcoming guts. He gasped as Cody kissed his neck and resumed fucking him; only too happy to have the white monster invading and plumbing his depths once more.

Fuck! I feel very excited and happy! Things could not have worked out for the better! I’ve been assigned to work on Carnival weekend! Just picture this, everybody in Brazil will have a holiday from Friday until Wednesday, six, I repeat, SIX days off work! A lot of people will travel, drink, parade, fuck, and I and Angel, my colleague, will be stuck in a large office for that many days!

Angel is more experienced than I. It’s been 15 years that he’s been working at the customer call center. I’ve joined the multinational computer company recently, a mere 2 years, if compared to him. He says he likes to work during Carnival weekend, since he does not enjoy traveling or staying home idle. What about carnival? He doesn’t like samba nor parties.

Just then I recall having told him how scared I was in being assigned to work during my Carnival. He said then that I shouldn’t worry about it, since others would love to work in my place and earn extra money, after all, we all needed money. Then I could have fun on the streets! But things didn’t turn out as he had predicted. And here I am, working with him in this large empty office. Once in a while, we’d get a call. Nothing important. People enjoy their lives during Carnival! They all get a break, but the two of us!

For two years, Angel has been my secret love. I mean, my secret platonic friend. This word friend to me implies friendship, being acquainted, and being close. However, in my fantasies, I’ve made this friendship into something more meaningful. And yet, we barely speak to each other when we’re working. I guess that is because Angel is so discreet and reserved. I’ve heard some nasty comments about him. Mostly having to do with his growing a large belly than losing it due to diets, being a bachelor, and jacking off in his corner. I see nothing wrong with him. He’s just so private and out of reach from the rest of us. Our coordinator always keeps him at a particular section of the office, distant from the rest of the group. Mr. Valente says Angel works best by himself in his corner. Besides, this is what he’s requested in his work contract.

At meetings, Angel says very little, only the bare essential. And when he suggests a plan of action, or criticizes something, nobody disputes him. There is suddenly total approval for whatever he says. Then he marches back to his private and obscure den. Even the security guard, Moraes, does not have much rapport with him. Moraes can talk to just anyone. However, when Angel is concerned, he keeps his counsel to himself.

In a way, all of us in this office have built a sort of mystique around this mysterious man. So, whatever seems strange, mysterious, and queer, attracts my attention. And at given times, when at home, I’d dream and fantasize about my dear sweet Angel. Why? Why such odd dreams? Why would I care for someone so obscure and queer?

During lunchtime, Angel always eats at his desk. Surprisingly enough, I have never seen him leaving his desk throughout the day. I’m sure he takes a coffee break or goes to the toilet. After all, nobody is made of steel. Perhaps Angel is! And I believe that is what makes me curious about him. To me, Angel has taken the dimension of a super hero. He is not vulnerable, he is distant from the rest of us, and he seems to represent everything I lack: physical strength, daring, mystery, and perhaps to a least extreme, passion. Passion for his job!

It’s odd I should mention passion here. I guess I’ve combined all Angel’s qualities and turned them into passion. Blind passion, for I’ve begun to feel drawn to this man. So, during this carnival holiday I feel I’ll have the chance to understand him more. It is my only opportunity to get closer to him.

The first day has not yet finished and I have some serious problems to tackle with a demanding client. I have no one else to run for help but him. I knock at his door.

“Come in!” I think I hear. I open the door slowly, with throbbing heart and sweating hands. To my surprise, Angel is wearing some small shorts and sleeveless shirt in this cold room. Boy, what hair muscular legs he has! The moment I enter this freezing room, I gasp. I then manage to stammer something. He smiles and tells me to sit down. He connects to my caller and solves the problem with a few clicks on his mouse. He doesn’t even look at his keyboard. Later, he puts the phone attached to his ear on the desk, which is filled with papers and software boxes. I look around and just then notice that the place looks more like a storage room, but with buzzing, flickering, and endless machines and a sea of cables.

“Funny, Angel. But I’ve never been to this room before. It’s so cold in here. Don’t you feel cold?” I rub my arms and bite my lips.

“Hey, put this on.” He hands me a very large woolen sweater. I remember having seen him wearing that when he arrived today. As a matter of fact, he’s always wearing the same sweater. However, I don’t recall having seen him in his shorts. I look around for some other clothing article. There, in the corner I find his pants folded on top of some cardboard boxes. They’re quite large, for he’s a big man. “I’m used to this place. My own body too keeps changing temperatures. I’m just like a woman in menopause. Today I really feel hot, Ken.” He laughs and I just shake my head.

“It’s so cold in here.”

“Funny you should only say that.” He smiles and pours some coffee in a small plastic cup. So, that’s why he never goes out of the room to get coffee. He’s got his thermos. This I’ve got to tell the guys.

“Thanks, Angel. I feel a million times better now.” I drink and feel surprised at the taste. “This is excellent coffee, Angel.”

“Would you like some more?”

“Please.” I take the plastic cup from his large hairy fingers. Just then, I realize how big Angel is.

“Anyway, you can work here if you want. That computer over there can be connected to your server. The software you guys use is the same. Here, use this.” He hands me a headset similar to his.

“Thanks. It’s cold in here, but at least I won’t work by myself. Besides, from here I won’t feel tempted to look out the window.” I smile. He frowns.

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“Carnival, Angel! I can’t look out and see people partying, having fun, while we’re, oh, forget it!” Angel shakes his head and continues with his work. I do the same.

It’s hard to describe the feeling of being in such a room with this character. Despite his silence and calmness, Angel proves to be a very nice guy. At times he scampers through some wires and hall covered with blinking machines. I turn to him.

“Toilet!” And he opens a door at the end of the narrow hall of wires.

“Jesus!” To go to a toilet, he has to pass through this hall of wires and blinking lights! You’ve got to be kidding me! Later I find out that this room must be kept very cold for the machines not to overheat. No wonder he seldom opens the door.

During our lunch, he even shared with me some of his food. I had brought some too and we have a picnic. I normally do not eat at my desk, but this is a different experience. As we finish our meal, I stand up and walk around the room.

“Hey, I haven’t noticed that this room is so large. What do you have over there?” I point to a long dark hall, equally cold.

“Well, that’s where all the cables and some other delicate systems are installed. You’re right when you say no one ever comes here. It’s a restricted area. I guess you’re the only one on this floor who’s ever allowed to enter here.”

“It’s so queer. I don’t like it. I think I’d better go back to my desk, with the others.” I smile and Angel tries to smile back. However, he does not say a word.

Back to my regular desk, I thaw and feel like myself again to continue with my work. I cannot help but look at Angel’s door at the back. When it’s time to go home, I stay a little longer, just to see if he is leaving too. Instead, I wait for at least fifteen minutes. Nothing. I stand up and decide to check if he’s all right there, by himself.

“Angel, I-I just came to say bye. Bye!” I don’t remember if I’ve seen him or not. I’ve just said those words and left.

“Carl, wait! I’m also leaving. I just need to finish something here.” I turn around and see him wearing sunglasses. Jesus! There he goes wearing sunglasses all the time!

He puts his woolen sweater on and his pants. He’s surely a large and strong man. We shut all the lights and leave the office.

“Can I offer you a ride?”

“I didn’t know you had a car.”

“Jesus, and we’ve been working together for over 2 years! Do you want it or not?”

“It depends on where you’re going.” I tell him where I live. He happens to be heading the same way.

“If you don’t mind, I’m stopping at a computer store.”

“That’s fine. I also need to a webcam and a new keyboard there.” Then we go. Needless to say, the computer store is also very cold. Angel seems to feel at home at such places. I freeze. Then we get back to his car with our purchases. And after a short ride, he stops at my door. I notice him staring at my building. He smiles. I thank him for the ride. We smile.

“Would you like to come in for some juice or something?” I am ready for a negative answer and am about to open the car door.

“Actually that would be nice.” He smiles and removes his sunglasses. We stare at each other. I see a tear coming down from his eyes. My eyes also get blurred. We both wipe our eyes.

“I hope you like lemonade.”

“I love it, with ice cubes on and an umbrella.” I stare at him. “Hey, that was a joke. Remember, carnival!”

“Fuck off!” And we both smile. Barely have we entered my place, he starts to fumble my things. I gasp.

“What? What are you doing?” I stare at him. He ignores me.

“Trying to learn as much as I can about you, my friend.” He even turns on my computer. I smile.

“If you’re interested in my stack of gay porn mag, they’re in the closet, near my shoes, Angel!” He stands up and raises both hands and shows his palms to me.

“Now that’s too personal, Ken!” I smile and invite him to sit on my coach. I pour him some lemonade.

“Thanks.” He drinks. “Were you serious about your gay porn mags?” He finishes his lemonade.

“Do you want some more?” I pour him some more in his glass.

“Answer my question, Ken!”

“Oh, that. Yep!” I sit next to him. “Now, I’m the one who’s quite curious about you, dear!”

“And what would you want to know about me?” He finishes his drink and returns me the empty glass.

“I don’t know. Are you married?” I sip my lemonade.

“I’m divorced.” I begin to cough. “Are you ok?”

“Jesus! The more I get to know you, the more surprises I get.”

“He wasn’t, well, following his medication and treatment. Though we had our good times.”

“You’re gay too?”

“Andrea was a trans man. Does that make me a gay man?” I stare at him.

“You were married to a trans man?”

“Yes. But we took all the precautions not to get him pregnant.”

“W-was he your first trans man?” He shakes his head.

“I’ve always loved, trans men, Ken.”

“But he’s not a real man, right?”

“But he had a beard, muscles, a furry body, and a vagina!”

“Angel! Oh, my God!” I smile and tears fall down. He looks away.

“Perhaps I should be going, Ken. Thanks for the drink and, for the support.” I notice his fat hairy finger and the lovely ring. He takes it off and kisses it.

“Angel, take care and see you tomorrow.”

“You’re not scared of me?” I stroke his beard and dry his tears.

“No, dear. How could I?” We both smile and he leaves. I close my door gently.

Fuck! I feel so excited and happy! So far this has been the best carnival of my life! And I wipe my tears that insist on welling up. They make it harder for me to see the shiny studded diamond ring on my finger.

A Locked Boy’s Surrender

Eric struggled to break free. He pulled against the cables with every muscle in his body. But the weights were too heavy, and the cables held firm. He tried to reach up and untie the cuffs, but he couldn’t stretch his body any further. The cable machine had stretched his body to the breaking point.

Eric’s chest heaved. He was beyond exhausted.

How long would he be imprisoned here? Until Coach came back? Until a teammate saved him? Or maybe he’d be here until morning. The thought frightened Eric. His chest heaved. His heart pounded in his chest.

Suddenly, something caught Eric’s attention: the sound of distant footsteps. Who was still on campus this late? The footsteps drifted from the hallway. They came closer and closer.

“Mmmph!!” Eric struggled against the cuffs once more. He didn’t want to be caught like this.

Eric heard the doorknob turn…

It creaked open…

“Caught yourself in another trap I see.” said a familiar voice. Master Edward stood in the doorway wearing a white tank top, nylon gym shorts, and sneakers. A small gym bag was slung over his shoulder.

Master Edward sauntered around to Eric’s front. He grabbed the end of the duct tape gag…

*riiiip*

The gag ripped free.

Eric spat out the wadded up jockstrap. His mouth was parched.

Wordlessly, Master Edward held an open bottle of water up to Eric’s lips.

Eric sipped the water. He wet his parched mouth and washed the taste of his sweaty jockstrap from his mouth. Stray droplets of water spilled from the corners of his lips and dripped down from his chin onto his chest. Eric swallowed the mouthful of water and finally spoke. “Uhh… Good evening, Sir.” said Eric. He didn’t know whether to be relieved, or concerned.

Master Edward raised his eyebrows. “You’re being very polite today, boy. I wonder why.” He paced a circle around Eric, drinking in the sight. This the second time that Master Edward had seen Eric naked and bound, but it was breathtaking nonetheless. Eric’s body was spreadeagle underneath the cable machine. His arms were stretched far above his head, held firm by the heavy weights on the machine. Every inch of Eric’s skin was exposed and vulnerable. And his chiseled muscles tensed in anticipation. Eric’s pectorals looked especially tense. But best of all, his metal cock cage was fully exposed in all its glory.

Eric risked a question. “Sir, how did you know I was here?”

Master Edward smiled. “I didn’t. I always come here to work out late at night. Bob Carson gave me a key. He owes me a lot of favours.” Edward creeped up behind Eric and placed his hands on Eric’s shoulders. “Looks like he had a bit of fun with you.” He reached around and placed his freezing cold hands on Eric’s sore pectorals.

“Oh! Ahhh…” A gasp of pleasure escaped Eric’s lips. His muscles felt instant relief. He moaned as Master Edward’s cold hands sapped away the soreness in his pectorals.

Master Edward grinned. “Hehe. Looks like he worked you over huh?” He felt the heat from Eric’s sore muscles flow into his cold hands. Slowly, Eric’s muscles began to ease and relax.

“Ohhh…. Uhh….” Eric moaned in pleasure.

Master Edward smirked. “I can’t believe you’re falling to pieces from this.”

Soon enough, Eric’s muscles were chilled. He was still exhausted, but at least his muscles weren’t sore. Eric tugged feebly at the cuffs. They still held tight. “Please Sir. Can you let me go?” Eric pleaded.

Master Edward paused to think about it.

Eric waited for what seemed like an eternity.

Master Edward smiled. “Alright boy. I’ll let you go once I’m done my workout.”

Eric breathed a sigh of relief.

Master Edward lowered the pulleys until they hovered around Eric’s hips.

Eric breathed a sigh of relief as Master Edward showed him mercy. He lowered Eric’s arms. Eric felt the blood flow through them once again. His arms were still bound, but now they were spread wide at waist level. Eric knew better than to complain.

Master Edward pulled out a small spray bottle from his bag.

Eric was curious. “What’s that, Sir?”

Master Edward smiled. “Just something to keep you busy while I wait.” He walked up behind Eric’s bound body, and pressed his pelvis into Eric’s bare ass. Eric could feel Master Edward’s bulge press between his ass cheeks, right at the entrance of his asshole.

Eric’s bound arms were powerless to stop him, but he didn’t struggle. With Master Edward, he didn’t mind the feeling. Having Master Edward’s bulge pressed up against his ass felt strangely comforting. Little did Eric know, he wouldn’t feel comfortable for long.

Master Edward placed his hands on Eric’s hips. He caressed Eric’s hip bones before gliding his hands towards Eric’s locked cock. He cradled Eric’s swollen balls in one hand, and held the spray bottle in the other.

Master Edward grinned. He spritzed Eric’s cock through the openings of the cage.

At first, nothing happened.

A few more sprays. Still nothing.

Eric began to wonder if it was just water.

A few more sprays…

“Ah! Nghh….” Eric’s breath grew hot and heavy.

His flaccid cock came alive inside its cage. His body felt hot and heavy.

Eric gasped. “Sir… Sir, what was that?”

Master Edward smiled. “It’s a stimulating spray of my own invention. Spraying it on a boy’s cock gives them an instant erection.”

“Boner spray?” Eric stared down at his tiny cage.

Master Edward smirked. “Exactly. What do you think boy?”

“Nghh…” Eric felt his cock get harder still. Within seconds, his cock had filled the cage. The metal bars of his cage pressed against every inch of his cock. The pressure around his cock filled Eric with feelings of red-hot pleasure. His cock flexed harder in response, but the cage held firm. And thus, the vicious cycle would continue. Eric tugged against the cables. But there was no escape.
Master Edward smiled. “Enjoy yourself boy,” said Master Edward. And he helped himself to the dumbbell rack.

“Ahh! Oh Sir!” Eric’s breath was hot and heavy. He was the horniest he’d ever been in his life. From the mirror, Eric saw Master Edward performing bicep curls. He saw Master Edward’s biceps swell up in size with every rep. Even with his tanktop on, Master Edward’s muscles were seductive.
Eric’s locked cock pulsed painfully inside its cage. Soon, the constricting cage began to hurt. “Ahh! Ohh…. Uhh…” Eric moaned in pain and pleasure. Confused thoughts whirled around his head. Did he want to stay hard? Or go soft? His body didn’t know. But he knew one thing for sure: The decision was out of his hands. Master Edward’s boner spray made his cock react to every tiny touch from his cage. His bound arms prevented his own intervention. His cock was making the decisions now.

His cock made another leap at freedom. But the cage held firm. His cock struggled and squirmed inside the tight cage. Eric’s cock had one desire:

Extension. Erection. Ejaculation.

It needed to extend to its hardest and fullest mast. Harder and harder, it pushed against its puny prison. And with every futile flex, it sent waves of pleasant pain and aching pleasure through Eric’s body. Instinctively, Eric reached for his cage to attempt to calm his raging cock. But his hand stopped short. The suspension cuffs held his arms at his sides, right out of reach of his cock cage. “Urghh!!” Eric pulled at the cables once more. But the weight was too much for his exhausted arms. Eric was forced to let his cock struggle inside its cage. Endless waves of sensations emanated from his pulsing cock. His own escalating urges racked his body to the brink of insanity.
He tried to calm himself. He tried to distract himself. He shut his eyes and tried to think about anything else. Schoolwork. Lectures. Anything!

But one glance at Master Edward lifting weights, and everything crumbled.

Master Edward counted under his breath. “Nghh-Ten…Nghh- Eleven… Nghh-Twelve…”

Every breath and grunt made Eric’s cock pound with lust.

“Nghh! Huh!”

Master Edward’s grunts filled Eric’s head with visions. He remembered Master Edward’s cock in his mouth. He remembered how Master Edward unleashed his warm, sticky load down his throat. He remembered Master Edward’s moans when he erupted in an earth-shattering, body-shuddering climax. And Eric’s cock struggled in response.

“Ahh…” While Eric’s cock was suppressed, his arousal continued rising inside his body. He felt the arousal spread from his caged cock to the rest of his body. His thighs tensed. His ass hole tightened. Before long, Eric found himself mindlessly thrusting his pelvis forward in rhythm with his pulsing cock.

Clear thoughts had departed Eric’s mind. Only a heavy haze of horniness remained. His cock was beyond his control. His body was beyond his control. Master Edward had Eric’s mind, body, and cock at attention.

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Master Edward finished his workout and sauntered over to Eric. “Enjoying yourself boy?” His sweaty tanktop hugged the ridges of his muscular torso. His biceps and triceps bulged with strength.

The sight of Master Edward shocked Eric’s sex into overdrive. His cock pushed against the cage with full force. “Ahh… I- Ohh…” With every flex from his caged cock, his pelvis tightened in response. Before he knew what he was doing, Eric was thrusting his pelvis forward, tightening his ass cheeks with every thrust.

Master Edward watched as Eric’s ass cheeks flexed and tightened in rhythm with his moans and grunts. “Keeping your ass hole nice and tight for me, eh boy?”

“Ahh.. I’m…” Eric didn’t know what to say. The spray had worked too well. Lust had seeped into the cracks of his mind. Normal thoughts had been washed away. Only his sexual urges remained. A drop of clear precum formed at the tip of Eric’s cock head.

Master Edward watched as the single chastity tear gathered at Eric’s piss slit. Slowly, it dangled lower and lower. The single droplet hung in midair by a clear, sticky thread. Master Edward grinned. Eric’s balls were overflowing. And he was ready to push Eric to his limit.

He reached around Eric’s torso and cupped Eric’s cock and balls with one hand. “Keeping these nice and full for me, aren’t you boy?”

“Nghh… I don’t really have a choice, Sir.” Eric winced at the feeling of Master’s hands on his sensitive cock and balls. His balls hung low in his ball sack, heavy with cum. Every ounce of blood in his body flowed towards his cock and balls. Every touch on his sensitive scrotum sent sparks through his pelvis. Eric could feel the blood pumping through his compressed cock. His sensitive scrotum felt his precum trickling down his urethra.

Master Edward smiled. “I see that my spray is having an effect on you. Are you enjoying how sensitive your cock is boy?”

“Please…” Eric pleaded.

“Please what, boy?”

“Ahh… I… I don’t know Sir.”

Master Edward smirked.”Well how am I going to know? I’m not a mind reader you know.”

“Cock… aches…” Eric stammered.

“I bet it does boy. What do you want me to do about it?”

“Ahh… A-anything!” begged Eric.

Master Eric smirked. “Anything, eh boy?” He began tapping Eric’s cage with his fingertips. The vibrations rippled through Eric’s sensitive body.

Master Edward read Eric’s body like a book. He could see Eric’s muscles tensing in response to his touch. His sexual frustration was pent up in every muscle of his body. Every muscle begged for release. Master Edward grinned. He was ready to bring Eric to the brink of insanity.

From his bag, he fished out a small vibrating cock ring, no bigger than his fingernail. That’s all he needed.

Master Edward attached the vibrator to Eric’s cage, right on the head of his cock.

Eric had no idea what the plastic ring was. He had no idea what was coming.

Master Edward was ready to unleash his hellish torment onto an unsuspecting Eric.

Before Eric could protest, Master Edward turned the vibrator on. The vibrator came to life! It buzzed against Eric’s metal cage.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” Eric screamed. His body. His cock and balls. Every muscle in his body screamed. The tiny vibrator on his sensitive cock head triggered an earthquake of erotic emotions through his horny body.

That’s all it took. Eric’s sanity came crashing down.

“Ahh!!! Oh nooooo!!!” Eric thrust his hips forward. Faster and faster, he furiously fucked the empty air in front of him. As if the air would be gracious enough to let him blow his heavy pent up load.

No such mercy.

Eric pleaded. “P-please stop Sir!”

Master Edward smiled. “You know you don’t mean that.”

Eric didn’t know what to think. He’d never felt so much pleasure before. He’d bring himself to a climax immediately if he could. But his captured cock and bound body held him right at the edge of his greatest climax. The excess of pent up pleasure was painful. His cock pressed against all sides of his puny prison. A stream of steady chastity tears dripped freely from his nub like a leaky faucet.

Eric couldn’t take it anymore. Master Edward was his only hope of salvation. Eric’s ego – his pride as an alpha male – shattered all at once.

“Please Master! My cock can’t take it anymore! I want my cock to shrink into its cage! Please Master! Have mercy on your locked boy!” Eric cried.

Master Edward smiled. At that moment, he knew.

Eric belonged to him.

Master Edward sneered. “Who’s your Master?”

“You are, Sir!” Eric gasped.

“Who’s my locked boy?”

“I am, Sir!”

“Who’s my muscle slave?”

“I am, Sir!”

“And who’s my trophy slut?”

Eric hung his head in defeat. “I am, Sir!” he cried out.

“Say it! Say it out loud!”

Eric screamed. “I’M MASTER’S LOCKED BOY, SIR!”

That’s all he needed to hear. Immediately, Master Edward turned the vibrator up to high.

“AHHH!!!!” Eric’s body shook and struggled.

Eric’s cock cage strangled his compressed cock from every angle. His hips thrusted and flexed with all their might.

“Ahh! Sir I need to cum! I need to cum! I…AHHH!!!”

It wasn’t an explosion.

It wasn’t a gush.

A steady stream of translucent, watery cum dribbled out of Eric’s cage.

Eric moaned. But there was no pleasure in this orgasm. He felt the cum inside his balls drain out.
“No, no, no!” There was no climax! This was not the orgasm he wanted. But it was too late. The vibrator continued to ruin Eric’s orgasm. Soon, Eric’s heavy balls shriveled back to their normal size as Eric was milked of his cum. The week’s worth of pent up cum trickled out in a watery stream onto the floor between Eric’s legs.

Eric’s chest heaved as Master Edward turned off the vibrator. . His cock softened and shrunk inside his cage.

But Eric’s horniness didn’t go away. His ruined orgasm did nothing to subside his innate arousal. There was no more pain. No more mounting pressure, but he was still every bit as horny as when he started.

Master Edward smirked as he untied Eric’s cuffs. “Seems like your balls have overflowed, eh boy?”

Eric gasped. “I didn’t know I could cum like that Sir.”

Master Edward grinned. “Soon, it will be the only way you know how to cum, boy.”

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Another high level game tournament. I was one of the top contenders and my fans expected me to pull off a win. The game was Road Fighters V.

“You ready for this?” my dad asked me over the phone.

I didn’t need my dad to be there with me anymore, like he had in high school. I had just turned twenty-one and I could make it on my own. After all, I’d been building my pro-gamer career since I turned fourteen. I was one of the few black players who had ascended to the top ranks of Road Fighters. The fifth edition was just the latest, and I’d built quite a reputation with my main character.

“Yeah, dad! I’m ready,” I assured him. “I’ll win for sure.

That had been last night, in my hotel room. I entered the arena and the crowd went wild. I could barely hear the announcer listing off my achievements as I walked up to my seat. I looked at my opponent. Jeff was another top player. We were opposites though. Where I was fit; with a compact-muscular build from being on the wrestling team in high school, Jeff was a chubby white guy with dark hair and a goatee. He was slightly taller than me and one year older. We shook hands then sat down to play.

The place went quiet, even before I slid on my headphones. We chose our characters and started the battle. I was one match, five rounds, and the winner would take home the trophy along with a few hundred thousand dollars in addition to whatever endorsement the sponsoring drink company would throw his way.

The match started even but then Jeff won the third round; two wins to my one. I went in harder the fourth round, not letting the loss phase me. I beat him by a sliver. Then, the fifth and final round. We were closely matched, blow for blow. My fingers were going mad on the controller as I input my commands. I was laser focused, and in the final seconds I landed to final blow. The crowd went wild and I jumped off my seat, screaming my victory. Jeff pulled me into a hug, no hard feelings.

“Good match, Toby! Good win!” he said. He hugged me close, closer than most would consider comfortable, and I felt his cock; his big cock, against my thigh. “You feel good man,” he whispered.

Shit! I’d always known Jeff had a big dick. Plus, he was gay like me although he was out while I was still in the closet to the public. I’d only come out to my dad and grandma but needless to say, a few guys in the gaming circuit had taken my ass at previous tournaments. This was just the first one where I wouldn’t have to sneak around since I had the room to myself.

“You too,” I said. “Wanna come to my room later?”

The exchange was quick. No one had noticed but I took a quick glance down and saw that Jeff’s bulge had gotten larger. After all the ceremonies and the after-party, I looked at Jeff across the room, nodded and slipped away from the celebration as it dwindled down. I reached the elevator and Jeff slipped in behind me. He hugged me from behind as the doors closed and he kissed my neck.

“Fuck! You smell good,” he whispered, grinding his huge cock against my ass. “I so wanna fuck you.”

“And you will,” I smiled, turning and sinking to my knees. I fished his cock out; all eleven massively thick inches of white man-meat. “Fuck. . .I took the trophy but you’re the real winner tonight,” I mused then sank my lips around the huge pink mushroom head.

“Ooooh shit!” he gasped. “Damn! I’ve been waiting ages for this!”

“Mmm hm!” I moaned.

I had too. For years I’d heard about Jeff’s sexual prowess from other gaymers on the circuit but we hadn’t gotten the opportunity to link up, until that moment. He grabbed the back of my head and guided me to take more of his cock. I opened my throat up and swallowed him to the root.

“Uuuugh fuck!”

I worked his cock over in my gullet, planting my face in his pubes again and again as spit dribbled from my lips onto the floor between my legs. I fished out my fat eight-inch cock and stroked myself as I got his dick wetter; gurgling every time I swallowed his cock. The bell chimed and I swiftly got to my feet, tucking my dick away. He did the same. Thankfully, the corridor was empty and we quickly got to my room. The moment I locked the door, he took me in his arms and kissed me. I moaned into his mouth. Jeff’s big hands groped my ass then he slid them into my underwear and his fingers found my moist pucker.

“Mmmmmm hmmm!” I moaned into his mouth as his fingers dug in deeper. I reached down and groped his big hard dick through his shorts. I hauled it out and stroked its length. I walked him back onto the bed, shoving him down on his ass. I sank between his legs and removed his shoes, shorts and underwear. His big dick stood like a tower over his hairy balls and I went down on it again.

“Oh fuck!”

I worked his cock over again, getting it slobbery-wet again. My saliva dribbled down his balls by the time I came up for air; his cock glistening wet and coated in my thick slobber. Jeff leaned down and kissed me. He pulled me to my feet and peeled my shirt off. He yanked my pants and underwear down and I kicked them off. Left in just my socks, Jeff positioned me on the bed on my knees. Instinctively, I went face-down and ass-up, and I was glad I had as I gripped the sheet from the moment Jeff’s hot wet tongue invaded my chute.

“Mmmmmph! Pppphhtthhph!” I groaned, my mouth stuffed with fabric as Jeff licked my crack from balls to tailbone then back to the center. He sank his tongue back up my hole and I shuddered with delight. He sucked and slurped. He flicked and twisted his tongue around in my ass. I rocked back onto his face and his big hands came down hard on my ass.

“MMMRRRRMMM!”

“Fuck yeah!” he panted between licks on my ass. He spread my chocolate buns and sucked on my pucker then sank his tongue in deep again. My eyes rolled up in my head as Jeff ate my ass for almost ten minutes, getting me nice and sloppy-wet. Then, his bare cock kissed my backdoor. He pushed in and I caved to his demand, pushing my ass back on his invading pole.  The head popped in and we both moaned.

“Shit! Fuck, you’re so tight!” he huffed.

“Yeah, and you’re big as fuck! Push it in me! I can take it!”

Jeff gripped my waist and forced more of his cock in. I whimpered. My asshole stretched painfully around his massive shaft. Every inch brought searing pain but also an undertone of pleasure that throbbed up my ass. He pulled back and I told him where to find the lube I’d brought. He anointed his cock with it then fingered some up my aching ass. The cool gel soothed my hole and his fingers massaged my insides nicely. He pushed his cock to my chute again and resumed the invasion.

He sank in easily the second time around and I sighed as his entire cock nestled up my guts. It throbbed like crazy and I writhed beneath him. Jeff peeled off his shirt then loomed over me in pushup position as he began to fuck.

“Ohhh shit, Toby. . .Fuck!”

“Yeah, man! Fuck me, Jeff! Fuck me!” I sighed, savoring his huge cock stuffing my guts; relishing the pain of his thick cock stretching my hole. Slowly, he began to fuck me, sliding his cock back and forth. The pain began to dull as I got used to it and pleasure took its place.

“Fuck yeah! Fuuuuuck yeah! Damn. . .damn . . .fuck me!” I moaned, gripping the sheet tight and biting into it as Jeff picked up the pace. His hefty pelvis slapped my booty in a steady thrusting rhythm, rocking me forward with every stroke. I whimpered into the cloth clogging my mouth as that big white dick plunged harder in my guts.

“Fuck, Toby! Fuck yeah! Shit!” Jeff grunted, fucking me harder and faster. The bed creaked under his weight and the force of his thrusts. My booty stung from the repeated ass-clapping, and my asshole ached from the friction. Jeff gripped my waist tighter, hammering my guts and I knew he was about to blow.

“Ooooh fuck! Oh fuck, gonna cum! UUUURRRGHH FUCK! MMMMMMM!”

“Yeah! Yeah! Cum in me, Jeff! Breed me!” I barked as Jeff unloaded. I groaned as his cock jerked hard inside me, pumping me full of cum. I sighed into the mattress as he sank balls-deep and stayed there, looming over me as he shuddered and huffed.

“Shit. . .shit. . .ahhh shit. . .fuck!” he panted.

I wiggled my ass on his cock and he smacked me hard.

“Fucking horny bastard, aren’t you?” he chuckled.

“Very!”

Jeff pulled out and turned me over. He saw my dick standing firm and went down on me, sucking me to the root. I fell back on the bed, my thighs wide open as I savored Jeff’s hot wet mouth and throat plunging down around my cock. His spit drooled out over my pubes and balls, soaking the sheet between my legs. When Jeff finally slid off my cock, it was slobbery-wet and jerking wildly.

“Make me cum,” I panted.

Jeff went back to sucking me off while sliding two fingers up my ass. I moaned, arching my back and thrusting into his gullet. He pushed my sweet spot, and I moaned even louder. I grabbed his head in both hands and fucked his throat. He gurgled and choked on my cock but kept on sucking; kept on fingering my chute at the same steady pace, massaging my sweet spot and edging me closer, and closer. I arched my back one last time as electric jolts surged through me and I erupted in his mouth.

“AAAAAARRRRGRGHHHH! UGGGGHHHH! FUCK!”

Jeff moaned, swallowing my load just as fast as I could pump it. He kept on fingering my chute, working the cum from my balls. Finally, I was spent and sank into the mattress. Jeff removed his fingers but kept on sucking till I’d started to go soft.

“Damn. . .Damn. . .Damn. . .” I huffed, staring up at the ceiling. 

I could feel to dumb grin on my face as Jeff clambered over me. I looked into his eyes as he smiled down at me, then kissed me. I moaned into his mouth as he made me suck on his tongue. He caressed my body then kissed his way down; suckling my nipples then running his tongue in circles on my belly-button. He sniffed my pubes then took my hardening dick back between his lips. Jeff sucked me off until I was steel-hard and throbbing again, then he stood. His pale eleven inches stuck out from his groin like a sword. I flipped onto my stomach facing him and gobbled his cock. He gripped my head and pushed in to the root.

“Fuck yeah, Toby! Throat my dick!” he said, and started to fuck. I slurped and gurgled as he plunged his dick into my throat. For five minutes straight, he reamed my gullet then pulled free; his cock even harder and dripping my thick spit. He clambered onto the bed and lay on his back, his cock standing like a tower.

“Ride me,” he said, and I obeyed, straddling his lap and easing my open cum-filled hole down on his huge shaft.

I moaned as I took him to the root, nestling my butt on his thighs. I started to ride, moaning as my asshole ate his cock. I watched Jeff’s facial expressions shift from joy to eager joy to eyes-rolled-up-in-his-head joy. I closed my eyes and focused on riding his dick; his big white pole balls-deep in my hungry black ass. Pleasure shot through me with every rise and fall. My hard dick slapped against his curved belly, splattering precum over his skin. He grabbed it and let it slide in and out through his encircled fist. I rode him faster, egged on by the pleasure in my cock.

“Fuck, Jeff! Ooooh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!” I gasped.

Jeff said nothing but tightened his grip on my cock. I rode him even faster, slamming my ass down on his thighs and feeling his cock shoot up into my colon.

“Argh! Fuck! Ohhhhhh fuck! Oh fuck, Jeff! Jeff! I’m gonna cum! Gonna. . .CUUUUUUUM! UUUGH! URRRGGGGHH FUCK!”

I was cumming, shooting spunk all over Jeff’s chest and belly even as I plunged my ass down on his pole. Once I was done, Jeff grabbed my ass and fucked up into me. I howled. I’d never been fucked in that position by a dick so damn big! He gouged my depths and made my entire body shudder with delight as pleasure surged through me.

“Aggghhhhhhh!”

“Yes, Toby! Take it! Take it!” he grunted, fucking me harder, clapping his thighs to my booty.

“Fuuuck! I can’t!”

“Just a little longer! I’m about to cum!” he grunted, stabbing furiously up my guts. Seconds later, he erupted with a yell of triumph. “AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHH!”

I felt his cum blast up inside me, and I howled; my eyes wide as I watched Jeff’s entire body convulse. He arched his back and gripped my ass tight as his dick pumped me full of spunk. Finally, he collapsed back into the mattress; panting hard and glazed in sweat.

“Shit. . .shit. . .that was. . .good!” he huffed.

“Amazing,” I corrected. “I’ve never been fucked like that before.”

“Well, we’ve got till morning.”

A mischievous smirk crossed his lips; which mirrored itself on mine. I leaned down and kissed him, even as I remained impaled on his cock, and felt it throb deep inside me.

Samuel was tired of always wearing the clothes, shoes and boots of his older brother. On his 16th birthday, the teenager got a pair of knee-high rubber boots and skin-tight jeans. He was thrilled. Sam loved them so much that he secretly kissed and licked his black boots with a red rim around the sole. He even slept with his boots on. You could say that Sam had developed a fetish at a rather young age.

When the boy was about 17, he was asked to wash his father’s boots which we’re full of mud. Once the job was done, Sam looked around to see if he was alone. That being the case, he sniffed the virile smell of his dad’s rubber gear, and got wonderfully intoxicated. He repeated the experience and got his biggest hard-on.

In general, boots can be divided into three primary structural categories and sub-divided from there. There are ankle-length, knee-high, and thigh-high boots. Thigh-high waders are regularly used for shallow water fishing. But made out of shiny rubber, they are also a favorite type of fetish footwear giving a manly look while simultaneously attracting attention to the top of the boots which is around the crotch area.

The association of power and authority with the boot is a large part of gay male fetish, be it leather or rubber. When asked what the sexual appeal of rubber is, rubbermen have answered: “the sweet aroma of good quality rubber is so pleasant” and “the feeling of contentment and freedom when wearing skin-tight rubber really does it for me”.

For his 18th birthday, Sam decided to but boots in a gay shop. Rubber Kingdom advertised just about every possible boot a guy could dream of wearing in a virile sexy way. He was met buy a handsome young man in his early twenties, wearing tight faded blue jeans and shiny knee-high boots. Eye contact was instant. Sam looked around but only saw rows of cowboy, construction, motorcycle and trekking boots.

“I’m looking for what you are wearing, said Sam, but I don’t seem to find it.”

“Follow me, we keep them in the backroom and offer a special fit”, replied Brad, the sales attendant, with a blink.

Sam was glad that he was also wearing tight faded blue jeans. He wanted so much to be a perfect copy of Brad. The backroom was indeed a kingdom, some would even say a dungeon; every pair of boots was bewitching. Brad measured his adorable client’s feet, picked out a pair and slipped them on to reach his knees. Sam stood up to admire himself in the mirror, and demonstrated his full satisfaction by caressing his crotch.

Brad took that as a direct invitation. Already on his knees, he bent down to lick the brand-new rubber offering on the left foot. Sam sat down to put his right foot on Brad’s back, sliding it toward the ass crack prominently highlighted in denim, and whispering: “You’ve got a fucking nice ass!” Brad’s reply was instantaneous: “It’s at your disposal for manly pleasures!”

They both got up and started to kiss. They almost looked like Siamese twins: same built, short dirty blond hair, hazelnut eyes, clean shaven, white t-shirt, faded Wrangler jeans and similar size bulge. A soon as the crotch zip came down, they again had in common a thick eight-inch cut dick. Sucking a guy when you’re wearing rubber boots is a hard experience to beat (all play on words intended). You feel the man juice being pumped with more intensity, you want to slurp the shaft and mushroom with frenzy, ready to swallow every single drop of jizz.  

“I would love to fuck your peachy butt, but I’m expecting a client any minute now”, said Brad

“Can I take a rain check? I would love to shine your boots with my own juice and keep some to lubricate my fuck chute”, replied Sam.

“It’s a deal, man!”

The following day, Sam ordered a pizza, and made sure to wear his new boots to impress the delivery boy. The young black guy caught on as soon as he handed the warm box. “We have a special today, he said, service includes boot licking.” Sam pulled him by the neck, smacked a wet kiss on the thick chocolate lips, and ordered him to get to work. “I want more than a lick; I want to kick your bootie with my boots on and fuck your ass raw.” In no time, they were on the sofa, Sam taking the lead in spanking, biting, and pounding the delivery boy. He took his rubber boots off to slap the top edge on the black ass and to stick the rubber toe up his shit hole. Moans of pleasure were filling the living room as they had fun under a certain flag.

While not associated with any specific sexual orientation or gender identity, the flag representing the rubber or latex fetish subculture in the LGBTQ+ community was designed by Peter Tolos and Scott Moats in 1995. The background is black; there are three thin red lines and one thick yellow one. The V shape of the color bands, at one point, represent the fact that rubber fetish is a kink. Black illustrates a desire for the rubber/latex look and feel. Red represents passion for rubber and rubbermen. Yellow stands for the drive toward rubber play and fantasies.

At Summer time, Sam spends two weeks in a cottage where he can swim naked in the lake, and walk around in his rubber boots, up to the nearby river. Tony, the 37-year-old neighbour, likes fishing and wearing boots also. Sam enjoys admiring Tony in his wader boots. One morning, he sees him heading for the river … with no pants or shirt on, just shiny wader boots. He follows him secretly and notices that Tony is very hairy, has a huge ass, a thick uncut rod, and likes to play more with his joystick than with his fishing rod. As he gets closer, Sam’s cock hardens and Tony waves a welcoming hand as soon as he sees the fun in perspective.

They meet on the river shore, and Sam gets quickly on his knees to lick Tony’s boots, ass and cock. “Get undressed, but keep your rubber boots one; I want to eat your ass”, orders Tony. Rimming is new for Sam, and he’s more than ready to offer his butt to Tony’ hungry tongue. He also wants to bury his face in the neighbour’s hairy rump roast while caressing the shiny wader boots. Sam learns from Tony how to kiss mouth and ass hole back and forth, triggering sharp tasty delicacies. “Now that your donut is all wet and slimy, I want to fill your fuck chute with my ‘personal fishing rod’, and pound you like this was my last orgasmic explosion.” In less than three minutes, Sam’s devil hole is filled with ropes of man juice. Tony scoops the drippings with his togue and embraces the teenager to offer him the first snowball kiss of his life.

Another neighbour has a stable of horses and likes to ride them, showing off his boots and chaps. Though Jeremy is a cowboy, he prefers to wear rubber gear. And he likes it to be shiny. One day, he rides to Sam’s place and asks him if he would like to make some easy money as a hired hand. The reply is short and simple: “I have no experience with horses.” Jeremy explains that the service he’s looking for is two hands to shine his boots while he’s sitting on a saddle. “Holy fuck! That sounds so hot. When can I start?”

Immediately, of course. Rubber boots on, Jeremy and Sam take place in the stable, under the watch of five stallions. “I want them as bright as a star. Use your spit, use your sperm, make me a proud rubberman!” Sam is in heaven. Jeremy is the incarnation of virility: tall, hairy, well-built, well-hung, knowing how to stimulate a slave with slaps of a rod in his face. Once the rubber is shining bright, Jeremy pulls Sam to his face and starts French-kissing him. Wow! He’s both virile and tender.

If the knee-high rubber boots received on his 16th anniversary was the start of a fetish, the ones bought ten years latter at Rubber Kingdom are the best investment Sam has ever made.

Hey guys. My name is Matthew. I’m a senior at highschool and as you may already think I’m gay and I have a feet/sock fetish. I measure 188 cm (6’2 inches) and weigh 70 kg (155 pounds). I’m nothing special in terms of looks but that’s not to say I haven’t had any action in the sex department. I have a best friend who in future stories I will share the sexual and fetish experiences I had with him. But today’s story is not about him, but about his father.

His name is Terry, he’s about 43 years old, tall, with short, curly brown hair and a well-trimmed beard and light brown eyes. He wasn’t as polished as I’d like, but the fact of seeing a body like that covered in his suit and imagining what was underneath was what really turned me on.

To get to my best friend’s room we first had to go through the space where you had access to all the rooms and it was also where his father’s office was located. His desk was placed facing the wall where the front door was and he had the habit of putting his feet on the table facing the door, with socks, shoes or even barefoot. As you can imagine, whenever you passed by, there was a delicious foot odor in the air. I would always get hard as soon as the smell hit my nose and I would take a deep breath so that I could contain that wonderful smell for as long as possible.

One day, me, my friend and his dad went out and we only came back late from the hike we were on. My friend and I went to sleep in his bed while Terry stayed at his desk still working. I don’t know why but I had to get up to go pee and the bathroom was also in the same place where Terry was. When I got out of the bathroom I noticed that he was sleeping and he had his feet on the table as usual. When I saw that I got so horny that I wasn’t thinking clearly anymore and with that confidence that I gained out of nowhere for being extremely horny made me go to the front of his feet.

First I admired the old skool boot vans he was using and then I tried to take them off but it was very difficult because they were too big and took a while to come out. Eventually I managed to take them off and I needed to confirm that he was still sleeping, which to my delight he was. I took the van and put it in my face! It was the best thing I have ever experienced in the world! It was an intense, bitter smell, and knowing it was my best friend’s father and the man I fantasized as I jerk off made it a thousand times more intense.

After I was satisfied with the shoes I started to take care of the socks, which were long tube white socks. They were still wet from the sweat they had accumulated from the walk we had been on and had the same smell as the shoes but it was damp and hot. I rubbed my face all over the socks and licked as much as I could, but what I really wanted was what was under the socks. I didn’t want to end the fun I was having with the socks and the shoes so I decided to put them on my feet. It felt like my feet were in a puddle of water. They were so wet.

Now that this was done I started licking his delicious feet which were drenched in sweat, very hot and amazingly very soft. I started by licking his heel in a circle and only stopped when there was no sweat left. Then I went to the sole where I did exactly the same. And then I focused on the fingers where I started putting his big toe first and then the others. Eventually I managed to put all the toes in my mouth and it was hard because I had to open my mouth so much. To finish I did what I did earlier on the other foot. As I finished licking the middle of his toes I came hitting the desk and I looked up to notice that Terry had a bigger bulge than when I started working on his feet. In terror I slowly keept stracying his body until his face to notice that he was awake. When we met eyes he said “Did you have fun?”…

To Be Continued