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  • A Ticklish Thriller

    It was four days until Christmas Eve, and Mikey was in the grocery store, spending enough money to make people twice his age have a stroke. However, it was all needed for the annual brother’s Christmas Eve gathering and the Family get-together on Christmas Day. This year, both were at his and Dakota’s house. The brunet softly hummed as he walked to his forest green Nineteen-Ninety-Seven Ford Explorer. Mikey found the truck at a police auction in almost new condition. Once the weather got colder, the twenty-two-year-old let his corvette rest until the warmer weather returned. He finished loading the food into the back of the vehicle, then placed the cart into one of the corrals, got into his Explorer, and headed home. While he was at a stoplight, Mikey’s phone started ringing. He smiled when he saw his Dad, Bryan’s name, on the caller id. “Hey, Daddy.”

    “Hey, Mikey, how’s it going?”

    “I’m great, on the way home from the store. I’ve just about gotten all the food I needed.”

    “You’re not holding the phone while driving, are you?”

    Mikey chuckled as he turned onto the ramp for the interstate. “Of course not, Daddy. I’m being a good little boy.” The brunet giggled as the older man’s laughter joined with his. “So, is this just an I miss my baby boy call?”

    “Sort of, it’s also an I’ve got a proposal for you call.” Bryan excused himself momentarily to thank the courier.

    “A proposal? Sounds interesting.” Mikey made sure no one was behind him as he merged onto the exit ramp, five minutes from his home.

    “I don’t know if I mentioned it with everything that’s been happening, but I’m at the end of my term on the council. I’ve got to start looking into the person I’m endorsing to take over my spot.”

    Mikey carefully pulled into an abandoned service station’s lot and parked the Explorer so he could give Bryan his full attention. “Daddy, I’ve just pulled off at the old gas station. What’s this all about?”

    “I want you to run for city council. I think you’ve got the political clout to pull this off. I know you’re on the young side, but you’re old enough, not to mention you’ve got the perfect platform. You’re all about literacy and education. Also, you’re one of the biggest hearted people I know. You’d make an amazing councilman.”

    Mikey was glad he’d pulled off the road cause he dropped his phone out of surprise and shock. He reached down and picked the device back up. “Daddy, I’m not sure I’d even want to do that.” The brunet paused. “What about Barefoot, my job at the library, and all of my charity work?”

    “I’m aware of everything you do, and that’s why I thought of you first. You’re an almost perfect candidate. You were adamant that the officer who gave you the speeding ticket when you got your corvette did his job. Anyone else in your position would’ve thrown names and relationships around to get out of it. Not only that, but you then went and held the judge to his oath and asked for what was fair. I’ve never seen anyone your age or older who’s done that. Mikey, your brothers, they look up to you and consider you a moral compass.”

    Mikey closed his eyes and thought a moment. “I’m not giving you an answer yet. I need to talk with Kota and my brothers before deciding either way.”

    “Of course, I’d expect nothing less from you, son. You’ve always made the entire family very proud of you, Mikey. I love you, baby boy.”

    “Thank you, Dad. Our four parents have been the perfect role models. I love you too, Daddy.” Mikey ended the call with Bryan and sat in contemplative silence for a few minutes. Finally, he was ready to finish the drive home.

    The brunet pulled into the garage, shut off the truck, and closed the automatic door. After opening the passenger’s side back door, he put the extra frozen items in the second freezer. Next, Mikey brought in the turkey and the packs of chicken for Christmas Eve. The brunet started making a list of the snacks, drinks, and the other various items he needed to buy for the family gatherings. Because Sean’s parents finally came to terms with his sexuality, he and Duncan decided to split the holiday between their two families. Usually, Sean would be at Mikey’s for Christmas. Will was already out of state with his family. Mikey was looking forward to sharing the tradition with his soulmate. A smile came across his face as he thought about Dakota while putting everything away.

    He poured a glass of merlot and got a plate. Mikey put some crackers and sliced cheese on it, then set them on the side table. He walked over to the altar with his mate’s parent’s urns on it, lit a candle, and sat in the chair facing them. “Hey, Mama and Papa. I just wanted to sit and have some quiet time with you guys. Thank you again for sending my brave warrior to me. I love Kota more than I could ever verbally express.” Mikey paused and wiped his falling tears. “I wish you two were physically here so I could actually embrace you guys. My Daddy Bryan asked me to run for his place on the city council. He made some good points and arguments for why I should run. It would be a great learning experience, but I’ve got a lot that I do already. Well, I’m kinda hungry, so I’ll chat again later. Thanks for listening, and I do know you both are listening. I can feel it in my heart. You’ve helped to bless this house and relationship. I can never thank you enough, Mom and Dad.” Mikey leaned over and kissed the top of the urns. “I love you both.” He lightly blew the candle out, then went to eat his snack and sip his wine.

    Dakota stopped by Barefoot’s building after his shift. He called Adam and Jai when he pulled into the parking lot, letting them know he was outside. The half Cherokee got out of his SUV and walked up the stairs to the penthouse’s door. “Hey!” He called from the doorway.

    “Kota, come on in.” Jai smiled and boyishly giggled as he was given a bear hug that lifted him off the floor. The brunet laid his head on the older man’s shoulder and wrapped his arms and legs around the half Indian’s neck and waist.

    Dakota chuckled and kissed Jai’s cheek, then let him down. He was about to ask where Adam was when he was tackled facedown on the floor. His boisterous laughter and screeches filled the penthouse as his other brother tickled his sides and into his pits. “Addddaaaammmmm” He squealed as his fists and legs kicked and pounded the floor.

    Adam giggled and ceased his playful attack. He wrapped his arms around Dakota, hugging and kissing him. “Hi!” The brunet chuckled, got to his feet, and extended his arm to help the older man to his feet. Adam yelped and wriggled in Dakota’s arms when he got pulled into his brother’s lap. Adam’s screeching laughter rang through the room as his armpit hollows were tickle attacked. After a minute of playtime, he squealed out his surrender.

    Dakota giggled and wrapped his arms around the younger brother as he kissed and hugged him. “How are you two?”

    Jai chuckled and shook his head at the two men as he helped them off the floor. “We’re good, Kota.”

    The trio shared another hug, and Adam brought three beers handing one to his older brother. After clinking bottles, the young men sipped their drinks and relaxed. “Dakota, how happy are you with police work?” Adam asked.

    Dakota sat his beer on the coaster and picked off a piece of lint from his sock-clad big toe. “It’s not what I ever thought it would be, but I like it, for the most part. Why are you asking?”

    Adam and Jai looked at one another, and they held hands. “We haven’t told Mikey this yet, but Ty’s leaving at the end of this month.” Jai leaned his head on Adam’s shoulder.

    Dakota’s eyes widened. “Wow! That’s sudden. What’s up?”

    “His Dad died years ago, and it’s just been his Mom living back in his home state. Earlier this week, he got a call informing him that she’s got cancer.” Adam wiped his tears and kissed Jai’s cheek.

    “Fuck!” Dakota got up to sit beside Adam and cuddled him with Jai on the other side.

    “He’s moved back home, for the most part. He’s coming back after Christmas to work the reopening and try to help us find someone.” Jai stated after sipping his beer. “Lance came up with the idea of asking you to be our head security guy.”

    Dakota’s jaw dropped as he gazed into his younger brother’s eyes. “Me?”

    Adam and Jai were doubled over in laughter at the older man’s reaction. “Yes, you. You’d be perfect. You’ve got experience on the force, you’re our brother and Mikey’s soulmate, we know you’d train your team right, and you’d kick some serious ass if anyone tried anything with anyone at Barefoot.” Adam hugged Dakota as Jai sat on his lap and laid his head on the Cherokee man’s shoulder.

    Dakota smiled and kissed the younger men’s cheeks. “I guess you’ve gotten used to having an older brother, huh, Ad?”

    Adam smiled and nodded with his head on the Indian’s shoulder. “Yeah, you’re a keeper, and most importantly, you’ve made my brother the happiest I’ve ever seen him.” He giggled and squirmed when Dakota’s fingers lightly kneaded his ribs.

    “I’ll have to talk with my angel boy before giving you an answer.”

    “Definitely, trust me, you don’t want to face the wrath of Mikey’s pout if you make a decision like that without his input.” Adam’s statement caused the men’s boisterous laughter.

    “So, what’s the brother’s gathering for Christmas Eve? Am I gonna have to be dressed up?” Dakota asked as he finished his beer.

    “Yes, a fluorescent pink Tootoo and neon stiletto six-inch heels are required,” Jai stated with a momentary straight face before the three men started laughing like hyenas. The youngest brunet squealed as he was pulled across his brother’s and future husband’s laps. His squeals became high-pitched laughter as Adam tickled his armpits and blew raspberries on his exposed stomach, and Dakota slipped his ankle socks off, tickling his soft bare soles. After everyone calmed down, the trio was again enjoying cuddling each other. Dakota smiled and let himself get lost in the happiness he felt about not being an only child anymore. Adam and Jai seemed to pick up on the older man’s feelings and kissed his cheeks.

    “Are you nervous about Christmas Eve, Kota?” Adam asked as he gently massaged his brother’s shoulders.

    “Not really nervous, maybe a little unsure of what happens.” Dakota loved the gentle massage. He slightly jumped when he felt Jai, giving his sock-clad feet the same attention Adam gave his shoulders. “Damn, you’re both awesome at that.” The half-Irishman complimented.

    Adam and Jai giggled and continued helping Dakota relax. The couple did their best not to tickle the big guy this time. “It’s all fun and games,” Adam assured his brother.

    “Yeah, we don’t do anything different except Mikey cooks his ass off. We have playful wrestling and sparring matches with each other. Have food fights and pillow fights. If it’s snowing, we have snowball fights. We enjoy cuddling, ticklish fun, and strengthening our bond as brothers.” Jai added.

    That’s awesome and sounds fun.” Dakota giggled and squirmed when Adam tickled his sides, and Jai got his feet.

    “We usually make it a two or three-day event, depending on our schedules and when Christmas Eve is. I think this year, we’re making it three days. Lance is usually the first one to get there. He does a lot to help Mikey get ready.” Adam said.

    Dakota smiled. “Sounds like I’m gonna have a good workout over the holiday. Which will burn off a lot of calories.” The men shared another hug and kiss before Dakota left to head home to his lover.

    Mikey was outside stringing more lights when he heard the alarm at the end of his driveway, letting him know someone was driving up. He smiled and got excited, thinking it was his mate coming home. The smile changed to one of wonderment at who drove up and was parking. Mikey slipped inside the window, opened the top drawer of his bedside table, retrieved his Glock 17, then the brunet grabbed his shoulder holster and holstered the weapon before going downstairs.

    The doorbell rang right as Mikey reached the bottom of the stairs. “Yes, who is it?”

    “My name is Crandle Dyson. I’m with the Times-Dispatch. I was wondering if I could speak with Mikey Carter.”

    Mikey opened the door, making sure the man saw he was armed. “I’m Mikey Carter, and if you’re truly from the Times, then you should know I don’t give unscheduled interviews, and certainly not from my home. You also passed at least five no trespassing signs, easily seen and posted on both sides of the driveway.” The alarm sounded, interrupting Mikey’s interaction with the reporter. “Now, you have two choices. One, you can leave and don’t come back.” Mikey paused when he saw Dakota’s Cherokee park and his lover getting out of the car.

    Crandle was clearly thrown off his game and having trouble regaining his ground. The seasoned reporter was not used to this kind of no-nonsense welcome. He realized he’d definitely underestimated his subject. “What’s the second option?”

    “You get arrested by Officer Buckingham, Crandle Dyson.” Mikey smiled.

    The gray-haired man let loose with a gut-busting cackle. “Look, kid, I’ll be gone before this…Officer Whathisname even gets on the road. So, unless you want to be vilified in print, you might as well give me an exclusive. I know who your family is. You don’t want to see both of your Dad’s names or your name dragged through the mud, do you? A story can go either way. If you cooperate, you and your family will come out at the end smelling like roses. Fail to do so, and I will paint you guys in the worst possible light. Your choice.”

    “I’ve heard enough. Crandle Dyson, you’re under arrest for trespassing and extortion.” Crandle’s smirk changed to an expression of disbelief as his arms were pulled behind his back and cuffs were placed on his wrists. Dakota proceeded to read the stunned man his rights as he put him in the backseat of the Cherokee. “This is Officer Buckingham. I need a squad car at…”

    “This will never stand up in court. I’ll fry your entire family in print, Carter.”

    Mikey just shook his head. “You’ve been given the right to remain silent. I suggest you take it because everything has been recorded visually and audibly by my security cameras. The security camera signs are beside the no trespassing signs.”

    Crandle finally heeded the read rights and shut up as they waited for the squad car, which arrived ten minutes later. The reporter was moved to the cruiser as Mikey and Dakota thanked the officers for responding quickly. Once they were alone, the smaller, brunet boyishly giggled and squealed when his mate bear-hugged him, lifted him off the ground, and threw him over the broad shoulder.

    “What trouble did you get into this afternoon? I’m starting to wonder if I can ever leave you alone, my sweet a chuja.”

    “Kota-Bear, I’ve been just an innocent happy Mikey-Pup today.” Mikey giggled and squirmed as his ass was playfully smacked. “Hey, that’s police brutality.” The brunet’s legs kicked, and his high-pitched squeals sliced through the afternoon air when Dakota’s fingers kneaded the trapped man’s inner thighs.

    The half-Indian giggled. “And, that’s a police tickle tactic.” Dakota carried his mate inside and closed the door.

    As soon as Mikey was on his feet, the playful brunet jumped back into his man’s arms and kissed him. “I missed you, babe.”

    “I missed you too, my beautiful angel.”

    “I’ve gotten a proposal.” The couple said in unison before falling prey to boisterous laughter.

    “You first, brave warrior.” Mikey poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Dakota. Over the next thirty minutes, the men sat beside each other, sharing the proposals and ticklish foot massages.

    That night, Dakota and Mikey lay head to foot on the bed. The younger brunet’s toes twitched while his soft bare feet wriggled. His light giggles wafted through the bedroom as his mate’s tongue licked across the bases of his toes and slipped along each crevice between them. Mikey’s cock was hard and dripping precum. Dakota was in the same soft, giggly aroused state as his younger soulmate. The older man locked eyes with his bedmate and licked his lips as Mikey nodded. Dakota reached over he pulled a condom and tube of KY from the bedside table drawer. The half-Cherokee applied a generous amount of lube to his hot wet ass, then after slipping the rubber on his mate, he coated Mikey’s perfectly sized and protected cock with gel. The men positioned themselves with Mikey on top. After some passionate kisses and slowly working their bodies into each other, they settled into a comfortable rhythm as the room filled with the pleasured moans and encouraging words about their being the perfect lover.

    Lance pulled up to Mikey’s house before sunrise and parked in the garage. “This should be fun.” The giggling brunet thought to himself as he quietly entered the house and entered his code into the alarm system. The twenty-year-old slipped his shoes off at the kitchen door, and his sock-clad feet padded up the stairs. Lance put his ear up to the bedroom door and stifled his giggling as he silently entered the room. Lance tiptoed over to the bed, then, without any warning, he roared and jumped onto the bed. The jovial brunet started giggling as he got tangled up in the bedsheets. It was then he realized the bed was empty.

    “Get ’em!” Mikey shouted as he and Dakota jumped out from the closet and pinned the younger brunet to the bed.

    “Shit!” Lance screeched before drowning in a sea of hysterical laughter as his older brothers wrestled with him. “Fuck! Kota, not my toes.” Lance squealed as his socks were removed and the eldest of the trio’s fingers tickled the cackling brunet’s toes and bases.

    “Good morning, baby bro.” Mikey giggled as he tickled Lance’s armpits while blowing raspberries on his stomach and cuddling his brother.

    “How’d you guys…” Lance asked between his giggles and panting after the two ticklers gave him a break and cuddled him.

    “We were already up. Mikey heard the ding, and then he saw your headlights.” Dakota said. He hefted the youngest brother into his lap, kissing his forehead and laying his head on Lance’s shoulder.

    “Well, I was right.” Lance giggled and kissed his brothers.

    “About what, baby boy?” Mikey asked as he massaged both Lance’s and Dakota’s feet.

    “I told myself this would be fun, and it was.”

  • A gay resort adventure

    I had heard about the great times I would have being a younger bottom at this resort but I always chickened out and then COVID hit.

    I waited for the warmer weather to arrive and booked a small cabin at this resort where older bears and men roamed.  I arrived Friday afternoon and paid my members fee, and confirmed my booking at the cabin I had rented.  It was a small two person with a nice bed and bar fridge.

    I had purchased some very strong poppers and bought a large white wine bottle.  I cracked it open and had a glass as I cleaned myself up and trimmed my red ginger bush.  I put on my tight short shorts and flip flops and walked out into the Sun.  There were a few men lounging naked by the pool and I smiled as I walked slowly towards the indoor sauna, which I had read was very cruisy.  It was nicely laid out with a dry room a maze and to my delight a sling room.  I decided to have a sauna and relax, it was empty, and I lay on my stomach flexing my cheeks and enjoying the warmth my knees bent legs in the air and my ankle bracelet falling down my calve.  I had brought in the poppers but with the heat I began to realize it was not a great idea and left, now walking naked through the rest of the facility.

    The maze was dark and windy with the sling room at the other end.  I bumped into someone it being so dark and whispered my apologies but was forced to my knees with big strong hands and a very thick cock was brought to my lips – this is what I had come here for – so I started to enjoy its girth and length and was delighted to find a very big pair of balls at the base.  I was lost in the cock when I felt a pair of hands rubbing my firm ass cheeks.  I stood up and bent over to continue sucking as I felt a finger rubbing my tight little puckered hole then gradually opening me up, I yelped on the cock shaft and his big hands held my head harder and forced his long shaft into my throat.  My knees were buckling as another finger entered my hole and I could feel the shaft of the man I was deep throating getting bigger and thicker in my mouth.  I pulled off and cried out, “I want to get fucked lots today” and then went back to sucking.  Well now another pair of hands were on my body and before long I was brought to the sling room and enjoyed the dim glow of the red bub they used for the lighting of this room.  I was trying to focus on the faces and bodies of my new friends but this sling room came with a hood and guess what happened.  Lights out and my legs and arms strapped into the sling.

    There was an opening for my mouth and my head was turned to one side as I felt a hot cockhead rub against my tight little rosebud.  I felt more hands on me and to my best knowledge there must have been 5 guys in that room.  My head was swing back and forth as I sucked shaft after shaft of hot cock, some thick some long some oozing precum as that cock head entered my hole for the first time opening me up.  I asked to get some poppers in me, I could hear my bottle  cracked open and between the wine and the first hit of fresh poppers I was ready for a long afternoon of being properly used by these older horny tops.

  • In the Nude

    “We’ll have our model, Kirk, here for two forty-five-minute sessions,” the art instructor, Dex, told the attendees at the community education center art class. “This week, get whatever you’re painting outlined. Next week will be for filling it out.”

    Kirk, twenty, almost too pretty to be male, but hard-bodied and divinely built on a five-foot-five frame, was stretched pit on a blue velvet-draped dais, completely nude. He was posed sensuously on his side, his reclining torso supported on an arm bent at the elbow, with the hand of the other arm shielding his genitals. Most of the art students were sketching him from behind—and a very nice behind he had, too. A couple of artists, though, including a blowsy earth-mother type in her fifties and a tall, trim, distinguished-looking handsome man in his late forties, were sketching from the young man’s front. Both of them were giving the dark-haired and sultry young man possessing looks as they sketched. Both were obviously more interested in the prospect of making him than painting him. Both of them were contemplating whether to be as bold as to show what was behind his hand in how they chose to paint him.

    Fifty minutes later, Kirk had been released from his pose and was in an adjoining room, pulling on his briefs, jeans, and Henley pull-over shirt and black leather boots as the man who had been sketching him, Carl, leaned into the doorframe and watched him. Kirk looked up periodically to give the man a shy smile. It hadn’t escaped his notice how closely the man had been scrutinizing him while he was in the nude and posing. And when he’d passed the man’s easel on the way to getting dressed, he’d notice both that the man hadn’t been doing much sketching and that his eyes dropped to see what he could of Kirk’s package. Kirk had been interested enough to take his hand away and let the man get a good look.

    “May I paint it that way?” the man had asked.

    Kirk had laughed and said, “As you wish.” If the man was making a pass, Kirk was game. He often made more from the man he left the studio with after one of these sessions than he did from the model fee. He could have profited equally from the women if he swung that way—and when times were tough, he was willing to do that.

    “You’re a beautiful young man,” Carl said from his leaning stance in the changing room doorway. “It’s a pleasure sketching you.”

    “Thanks,” Kirk said, taking extra time he probably didn’t need to zip up the side of his left boot and smooth out the leather.

    “Do you enjoy modeling—in the nude like this?” Carl asked.

    “It pays well—and I need the money. And I don’t mind showing off my body. I guess I’m somewhat of what you’d call an exhibitionist.” Finished with the left boot, he slid his foot into the right one and placed his food on the seat of a wooden chair. He was still taking his time—still posing.

    “You have a great body. It’s right that you show it off.” And the young man did have a great body. He was a little guy, but he was perfectly proportioned and toned. “You must work out a lot.”

    “Thanks. Yeah, I spend a lot of time at the gym. Pete’s Gym over on Elm.”

    “I know that gym.” There was a pause while Carl contemplated whether he should go for it. He decided he might as well. The guy was showing every sign of interest. “Dex tells me that you’re approachable.”

    “Did he?” Kirk asked, giving Carl a smile. Kirk understood perfectly what Carl was asking and what Dex had told him. Dex got a cut for any referrals. “Well, as I said, I need the money. College ain’t cheap.”

    Carl pulled a hand to the surface of his trousers pocket, showing a small wad of greenbacks. “I understand that two hundred would do it.”

    “Barely,” Kirk said.

    “Would you like to go get some dinner with me? I’ll pay, of course. On top of the other.”

    “Sure, I guess.”

    Carl was driving an imposing, late-model black Chrysler 300 sedan. He drove them out beyond the outskirts of the town to a country inn sort of place with small dining rooms providing cubby-hole recesses for tables in the shadows. Dim, filtered light was provided by table candles. The food was by choice—you could eat hearty or like a bird—but all of it was expensive. The conversation was comfortable although studiously unrevealing on both sides other than issues of national football and basketball and body-building techniques. Carl was making a show to indicate he was a man’s man—that he wasn’t a sissy. Kirk thought that the man was maybe trying too hard on that, but he didn’t care. For the fee, he became whatever the man wanted.

    They didn’t stand out in the restaurant. There were more male couples than mixed ones at the tables.

    Carl probed on Kirk’s background and current situation but didn’t get anywhere. Kirk didn’t bother to probe into what made Carl tick at all. The wad of cash the man had flashed was enough to make Kirk tick. For now, tonight, he knew precisely what was making Carl tick—what Carl wanted. Carl’s occasional grip of the young man’s knee under the table told Kirk what Carl wanted and that Carl wanted to top.

    “Do you do a lot of work in the nude?” Carl asked.

    “Yes,” Kirk answered, and, giving the man a saucy look, added, “And some of it is as an artists’ model.”

    Carl smiled and squeezed Kirk’s knee under the table. “So you do private modeling.”

    “Sure, if that is what is wanted.”

    In the nude, Kirk was thinking. The man wants me to strut around for him in the nude before sticking it in me. Well, Kirk needed the money and this was one fine-looking man—older, yes, but tall, good-looking, sinewy, and quite intellectual. He had a good vocabulary and a nice smile, and he smelled of refinement and wealth. If Kirk pleased him, he thought there would be something steady here—more than the initial trial two hundred, he hoped. College expenses were going up and there were added expenses of staying on the college lacrosse team. Posing in the nude as a buildup to sex wasn’t all that kinky.

    All that needed to be determined was how well the man was endowed and how easily could he get it up and keep it up. How much work would Kirk have to do for the money? He moved a hand to the man’s inner thigh under the table. Carl gave him a warm smile and parted his legs, as Kirk moved his hand up, finding which way the man dressed—finding not only that he was able to attain an erection on his own but that he also was godawful long.

    “Satisfied?” he asked.

    “Very,” Kirk answered.

    “Do you want dessert or would you like to go for a little drive?” Carl said, moving one of his hands to cover Kirk’s and hold it in place. “There’s a very secluded picnic area at this time of night out with a good view of the old quarry.”

    “That was a big steak,” Kirk said. “I’m stuffed.”

    “You will be,” Carl responded, giving a little laugh at his own joke. Kirk chuckled as well.

    “I can feel that,” he said. The man’s dick was long, but it didn’t feel to be too thick. And the man was fit. There’d be no problem in holding position and keeping it in. He could just lie back, sheath it, and let the man do the work. Kirk did like being fucked. He liked the idea of man wanting him bad. He wouldn’t let himself get in this position if he didn’t. He moved his hand from Carl’s crotch to rest on his forearm. There were no waiters or other diners nearby, so he leaned in for a brief kiss on the lips.

    “Be good to me, Daddy,” he whispered when he came out of the kiss.

    “Oh, I’ll be very good to you,” Carl said. The bill had come. While he had his wallet out to retrieve a credit card—and Kirk could see that he had several, all platinum—Carl extracted two fifties, added them to the wad he’d already shown to Kirk, and stuffed the augmented wad into the young man’s jeans pocket.

    “I can’t wait to get you nude again,” he whispered.

    In the nude. The man was going work himself up watching Kirk strut around in the nude and then he was going to stick it in and fuck him good. Kirk liked showing off his body. Kirk also liked to be fucked good.

    * * * *

    The moonlight illuminated the rock walls of the abandoned quarry and reflected off the water of the small lake at its base as the two men kissed and fondled, entwined, in the front of the Chrysler 300, its nose pointed at the view, but only Carl able to see it as, Kirk, his Henley shirt already pulled over his head and Carl worrying the young man’s nipples with his lips and teeth, sat in the man’s lap, facing him, in the passenger seat. Kirk had Carl unzipped, his long, hard cock extracted from his fly, and was handjobbing the older man and himself, frotting their cocks together.

    “In the backseat. Get naked. I want to do you nude,” Carl murmured.

    “Yes,” Kirk answered, now really into the fuck himself. It wasn’t just for the money now. “You too,” he murmured.

    “No, just you nude. I’m going to fuck your lights out,” Carl growled. He opened the passenger door and turned Kirk in that direction, tipping the young man’s body out to the ground.

    “Yes. Hurry. Fuck me good, Daddy,” Kirk pleaded.

    There, beside the car, Carl stripped Kirk down to his boots. He opened the rear passenger door and pushed Kirk down on his back on the backseat, his legs outside the car. One after the other, the older man pulled the young man’s boots off. Other than his own long, hard erection protruding out of his trousers, Carl was still fully dressed—and he would remain so. Nudity turned him on—but the nudity of his partner more than of himself. Besides, he was too keyed up to get his cock inside the young man to take the time to undress.

    He stood on the ground outside the car, hovering over the now-completely nude Kirk on the back seat, his hands and lips moving everywhere on the young man’s body. Kirk raised his feet to the top of the door frames, as Carl swallowed his cock and, eventually, moved his mouth further down, eating the young man out as Kirk writhed and moaned under him.

    “Yes, yes, fuck me,” Kirk pleaded.

    And then Carl did, moving into the car, over Kirk’s body, knees pressed into the backseat cushion, hooking the small young man’s knees on his shoulders. Kirk arched his back and cried out to the echoing quarry walls, as Carl penetrated the nude, sliding inside him, deep, fully possessing the young man, setting up a steady beat of thrusts . . .

    . . .  and fucked his lights out.

    After a few minutes of missionary fucking, with Kirk lowering his feet to the cushion on either side of Carl’s calves; alternating between clutching the man’s buttocks and his biceps, both on the surface of the material and, when he could manage it, between material and flesh; and, using the leverage of his feet, moving in the rhythm of the thrusts, Carl turned the young man under him, putting Kirk on his knees, with one of his hands grasping at that back edge of the seat and the other one hanging on to a strap hanging from the top of the pillar between the front and back seats, crouched over the young man’s hips, and fucked him like a dog. One of Carl’s hands moved to below Kirk’s belly, grasping and milking the young man’s cock, while the other closed over Kirk’s throat, both pulling the young man’s head back into Carl’s chest, and controlling Kirk’s breathing as the fuck went on relentlessly to both of them getting off.

    The positioning was cramped and awkward, but the extraordinary length of the older man’s cock was enough for him to hold position inside Kirk’s passage, even if he couldn’t manage maximum depth of possession in his relentless thrusts. In either case, Kirk knew he was being fucked well. Age wasn’t important here. The man could get it up, keep it up, and use it well.

    Later, Kirk sat in the Chrysler 300 as Carl paid for the room in the cheap motel outside the outskirts of the town and returned with the room key.

    In the room, it once more was Kirk totally nude, bent over the bed, and Carl, still fully dressed over than his erection freed from his fly, covering Kirk from behind and above, grasping the young man’s wrists as Kirk buried his fists into the chenille bedspread, and fucked him hard and deep from behind in the doggy position. Here, access was easier to achieve, and, mouth hanging open in a perpetual yawn and long, drawn-out moan, Kirk felt himself being possessed deep in his inner core. The man was old for what Kirk usually went with, but he was able to command the young man as no other man had been able to do as yet. Kirk was totally owned by the incredibly long shaft.

    It was a turn on for Kirk that he was fully nude and the man nearly fully dressed. There was something more sexy, kinky, taboo, and whorish about that then if Carl has stripped down.

    Holding place covering the young man, afterward—after Kirk had heard the snap of the condom being put in place, felt the long deep slid inside him, jacked himself off as the man pumped him, and then both tensed and jerked, tensed and jerked, as Carl filled the bulb of the rubber inside the nude—both of them panting hard, Carl murmured, “Until next week. Until you pose for the art class again.”

    “Yes, until next week,” Kirk murmured, already thinking of where that three-hundred dollars in his jean’s pocket would be spent. Knowing he had pleased the man and being assured that there would be more after next week’s art session—and then maybe something regular after that.

    Carl couldn’t wait until the next week to see Kirk again, which Kirk saw as a good sign. The young man had told the older man what gym he went to and that he spent a lot of time there. This information—nearly the only information about himself that Kirk revealed—wasn’t mentioned by mistake. And Carl took the information in.

    Not three days later, as Kirk was lying on a bench, pressing weights, he heard a voice say, “Here, let me spot you with those weights,” and there was Carl, just in athletic shorts and sneakers this time, touching Kirk on the knees and spreading the young man’s legs suggestively, obviously wanting to do more than that with the young man. Kirk was happy to see that the man was in great shape for his age. He’d been a bit worried that, since Carl hadn’t undressed when he’d fucked him in the car and the motel room, maybe there was something physically wrong with the man that would keep Kirk from being sexually aroused by him undressed. But there wasn’t.

    Being confident that he would find Kirk at Pete’s Gym, he had already rented a room at the Pine Motel on the outskirts of the town where he’d taken Kirk three evenings earlier. He was well prepared for the tryst this time, and he took his time with the young man.

    Once in the motel room, he commanded Kirk to strip and pose for him, as he sat, fully dressed, at the foot of the bed, fly open, cock in hand, and stroking it. Kirk thought that, once again, the man would remain dressed for the session, but he didn’t. As Kirk posed and walked back and forth along the foot of the bed, cock in hand, and giving Carl sultry looks, Carl slowly disrobed, revealing that he had a spare, but hard-bodied physique, with muscles that bulged on a tight torso and blue veining running just under the surface of the skin. And then there was that extraordinarily long erection. As he watched Kirk pose, Carl stroked the erection with one hand and flicked a riding crop against his thighs with the other. Leather restraints lay on the bed beside him.

    “I can’t get enough of watching you pose and move in the nude,” Carl said in a husky voice.

    “You are a beautiful man too,” Kirk answered, believing it, but not until these movements knowing that that was what he would find in the older man. He had been shy of showing anything of his body off other than his magnificent cock to that point.

    Carl smiled. Pleased that he was pleasing enough to arouse the beautiful young man. He wasn’t pretending if he could get as hard as he did in this situation. The older man swished the riding crop against his thigh. He took his other hand off his cock and picked up the four restraints from the bed next to Kirk. “You do see these toys, don’t you?”

    “Yes.”

    “And you’re not thinking of leaving?”

    “No.”

    “Have you ever—?”

    “No,” Kirk answered, sucking in his breath and trembling a bit.

    “Have you thought about it?”

    “Yes.”

    “You will do it for me.” It wasn’t a question. His eyes went to the top of the bureau in the room, where he’d fanned out seven fifty-dollar notes. Kirk knew they were there.

    “Yes.”

    “Are you afraid?” He was asking for permission to bind and beat the young man—and then to fuck him helpless and bound. At least that’s what Kirk assumed the man was asking. Kirk was aroused by that, ready to let the man take command and use him totally. He couldn’t keep his eyes off that long cock. He wanted it deep inside him again, fully possessing him.

    “Do me. Use me,” Kirk murmured.

    * * * *

    Kirk was spread-eagled on his belly, naked, on the motel room bed. His arms were spread and raised above his head, the wrists restrained to the corners of the headboard. His legs were spread, the ankles restrained to the corners of the footboard. Pillows were stuffed under his belly, lifting his pelvis. His buttocks were rosy red from the spanking and switching they’d already taken. His cock was pulled through along the top of the pillows, his cum dribbled out onto the sheets. Carl had jacked him off while he was spanking and flogging him.

    Carl stood in the doorway to the bathroom, popping in a couple of pills. He hadn’t used enhancement drugs before, but now he did. He wanted this realized fantasy to continue as long as possible. He stood there, leaning into the frame of the bathroom door, looking at Kirk’s prone, captive, naked small body as, with the help of the drugs, he pumped his cock up with his hand. They both knew he’d be hard for hours now. They both knew he intended to fuck Kirk for hours.

    Fully erect, he climbed on to the top of the bed, on top of Kirk. Kirk tensed, dug his knees in, and raised his buttocks higher to give the man full access. He gave a little cry and began to pant hard as pressing the palms of his hands into the young man’s shoulder blades, Carl penetrated and slid in and in and in. Kirk murmured, “Yes, yes, Daddy. Fuck me,” as Carl thrust deeper and deeper and deeper and fucked the young man long and hard.

    Later, after pulling off Kirk, still in erection, and rolling a spent condom off his cock, Carl made a trip to the bathroom. He came out snapping on a new condom and released the restraints of a moaning and whimpering Kirk. He only did so, though, to reposition the young man, turning him onto his back and raising and spreading his arms and restraining his wrists again. Kirk offered no resistance. Carl didn’t restrain Kirk’s ankles. Still fully erect, he climbed onto the bed, moving his knees between the young man’s thighs. He moved his left arm underneath the quaking and surrendering young man’s waist, elevating Kirk’s hips. He grasped Kirk’s throat with his right hand, holding the young man’s head pressed to the mattress. Penetrating and taking a deep slide, as Kirk began to pant and moan again, Carl resumed the deep-core fuck.

    It was well after midnight before Carl, no doubt still in erection, drove Kirk back to his car at the now-closed Pete’s Gym.

    Kirk was not surprised four days later when he was posing for the second of the art sessions he was modeling in the nude for at the community arts center that Carl was there to finish his sketching of the young man. Neither was he surprised that Carl was standing in the doorway of the adjoining room afterward, watching Kirk dress and pulling a wad of cash out of his pocket far enough for Kirk to see it, or that he asked Kirk to go to dinner with him—or that he’d booked the Pine Motel room again.

    If he could keep this going, Kirk wouldn’t have to worry about covering his college expenses.

    * * * *

    At the beginning of every semester, President Singleton of Buena Vista College held a series of four receptions to welcome a cross section of students to the campus. Someone on his staff kept copious notes to ensure that over the time of a student’s march to graduation at the college, he or she would have been invited to one of these receptions.

    Thus, on a sultry August night punctuated by the scent of the blooms of gardenia trees ranging across the entry porch of the president’s on-campus mansion, Singleton and his wife were standing by the door in their entry foyer to welcome that evening’s crop of students and the assigned faculty and college staff members and spouses as they wafted through the entertainment rooms and, most, to the back lawn and the tables supporting punch bowls and platters of cookies.

    “Terry,” Carl Singleton said, with surprise, as his twenty-two-year-old son, now pre-med at Emory University, entered the house. The president’s wife, Katherine turned at the sound of the name, as did their two teenage daughters. “I didn’t know you were on the invitation list tonight.”

    “I’m not,” Terrence Singleton answered, with a laugh. “My date is, though. This is Kirk Wilson, Dad. He’s a sophomore here and it was his turn to get an invite.”

    Singleton stood, speechless, and, seeing that he had frozen, his wife, Katherine, reached over and took Kirk’s hand, becoming the obligatory welcoming party. Kirk seemed a bit frozen in place as well. She gave him a warm smile. “Welcome, Kirk,” she said. “We knew Terry had a special friend who was a student here. It’s good to meet you.” The Singletons had long since known that their handsome, head-strong son was gay. She’d heard nothing about him going with a Buena Vista College student, but she knew the importance to establish immediately that Terry’s preferences were known and accepted. The young man looked like he was in shock, so maybe he thought Terry didn’t intend to acknowledge the relationship, at least at this reception.

    The truth, though, was that Kirk didn’t know that his Carl was the Carl Singleton, who was president of the college he was attending, or that Terry was “his Carl’s” son. The name link had passed him by and Terry had just asked if dates were allowed to attend the reception and Kirk had responded that they might as well try it.

    For his part, Carl Singleton was equally unprepared to be meeting up with the young man he’d been screwing for a past few weeks. Just as he hadn’t revealed to Kirk who he was in real life, he had gotten enough information out of Kirk to have discerned that Kirk was a Buena Vista student. He most certainly had no inkling that Kirk was his son’s boyfriend.

    It was sometime later, when the crowd was thinning, and Katherine had called Terry away to consult with him on something upstairs, that Carl Singleton managed to maneuver to where he could talk to Kirk on the back lawn, in the shadows, privately.

    “So, now you know,” he said, “if you didn’t know all along.”

    “Yes, now I know. But, no, I didn’t know before.”

    “What didn’t you know?” Carl asked.

    “I didn’t know any of it. I didn’t know you were president of the college I was attending. I didn’t know you had a family and a supposedly straight, public life. And I sure as hell didn’t know you were the father of my boyfriend.”

    “But it’s OK, isn’t it? We’re good together. You’re being well paid and I’m being good to you. Nothing needs to change. I’m good with sharing with Terry. It might be kicky if we try a threesome sometime.”

    “Everything has already changed,” Kirk said. “If Terry asks, tell him I had to get back to my studies and I thought maybe he’d already left.”

    “Kirk,” Carl said, reaching out with a hand. But Kirk was already gone. He’d backed into the shadows of a line of pine trees and was gone.

    * * * *

    A new nude art class taught by Dex Taylor at the community education center was starting up and Carl showed up early with a bit of non-art business in mind. Dex was there, setting up the blue-velvet-covered dais and the sketching materials.

    “So, can I hope that Kirk Wilson is the model again for this class?” Carl asked Dex.

    “Kirk? I thought you knew. In fact, I thought it was maybe something that happened between you two that made him pull out and transfer colleges to Temple, up in Philadelphia, on such short notice.”

    “He’s gone?”

    “Yes, so what is that happened between you?”

    “Nothing from my end,” Carl said. “Everything was working out fine. Just a minute. I have to make a call.” As he was going out into the lobby the other students for the class were showing up. He saw that that included the blowsy old broad who did more ogling in last session’s class than sketching.

    He called his son. He was thinking that he probably should have done that the previous week when he hadn’t been able to get hold of Kirk. He hadn’t seen or talked to Kirk since the college reception at his house. “Terry. Just checking if you got back to Emory OK. Good, good. Say, your mother and I enjoyed meeting your boyfriend the week before last. Seems a nice guy. Ken was that? Oh, you’re not? Well, if you hadn’t gotten too serious yet . . . since you’ve gone south to med school, and you say he’s transferred college to Pennsylvania . . . long-distance relationships are hard to sustain. Yes, sorry. I’m sorry about that too.”

    Terry didn’t know just how sorry his dad was about Kirk breaking off with him and transferring up to Temple. Kirk had been the best lay Carl had had in some time.

    Carl went back into the classroom, where they were already starting with their sketching of a male model. And a real honey he was too, Carl could see. A small, perfectly formed body. Dark and sultry coloring; an angelic face. Such a sweetheart. Most of the class were sketching from his rear as he stretched out on the dais. The blowsy woman, of course, was sketching—without doing much sketching—from the front. Carl chose to do that as well.

    Dex saddled up behind Carl and whispered to him. “What do you think?”

    “About what?” Carl asked.

    “You know about what,” Dex said and then laughed.

    “I think he’s delicious,” Carl said.

    “Soon as I heard Kirk had taken off, I looked for another model you might like. I’ve talked it with him. He’s approachable, if you’re interested.”

    “You bet I’m interested,” Carl said, pulling a wad of cash out of his pocket that he’d come prepared to regained Kirk with. He peeled a hundred-dollar bill off and slipped it to Dex.

    “In the nude,” Dex said with a chuckle.

    “Yep, sticking it in the nude is my favorite art project,” Carl said, already forgetting Kirk.

  • It Came Down To Taste

    My son asked me to come to his room cause he wanted to show me something. When I entered he was holding a condom full of cum. He said, it was only this day’s cum from jacking off five times thinking about sucking my cock again. I said, too bad it got wasted filling a condom and not feeding some cocksucker. He asked if I wanted it and I said yes but if he gave it to me I had to drink it while he sucked me off.

    Who could resist a blowjob espeially from someone who knew how to suck a cock? I stood close to the bed where he was lying and felt his fingers fish out my cock and balls at the same time. He handed me the condom filled to the brim and said when he made me cum by sucking me off only then was I to swallow the entire contents of the condom to show him how much I liked the taste. And he would show me the same by swallowing  my load of cum. As he started to suck my cock I fingered the condom and actually feel the warmth of what it contained thinking about him saving all the losds of cum for me. 

    As he nursed my cock he massaged and fondled my huge balls. He definitely knew how to suck cock each time taking its entire length down his throat and bury his nose in my hairy balls. I guess it wss getting him excited cause he started to jack his black cock off. I started to feed him my cock and thrust myself forward  each time  reveling in what I was feeling. I felt my legs start to tremble feeling the cum in my balls getting ready to release their load. As he was sucking he increased the fervor of his sucking knowing it would bring me over the brink.

    I resdied the condom near my mouth waiting for the second I unloaded. I made one last grunt and moan and said here it comes. The first spurt took him by surprise and he choked but regained control. He watched me invert the cindom and let the white creamy liquid flow down my throat. The taste was incredible one day fresh from his balls. I was so lost in what I wss doing and feeling I almost missed his own orgasm sending ropes of fresh cum all over his upper body from his spurting cock. He managed to survive my onslaught of cum and continued to suck my cock as I finished the last thst reained in the condom.

    As he released my cock from his lips he beckoned me to feed on the load of cum he had just shot. When finished we kissed and shared the remnants and taste of our cum. 

  • The Cove


    In the previous chapters…

    Gerry’s heterosexual inclinations and his inhibitions make it hard for him having sex with Rowan, despite the sheer love he feels for him. However, a part of him longs for men’s love, and at the Cove he cautiously explores his sexuality, making a journey that changes him deeply.
    Kale goes to Hawaii to pay a visit to his dying father and brings back with him his young cousin Laniakea, who struggles to fully explore his sexual inclinations and find his place within the Cove. With Kale’s and Barry’s help, Laniakea learns to live more freely his sexuality, overcoming his own narrow-mindedness about being gay and being a ‘top’ man.
    Beau understands that he’s not the wonderful and generous man he’s always believed, and tries his best to overcome his limits.
    The sudden appearance of Gerry’s female lover causes a fuss in the Cove and leads to a weird three-way between Kale, Gladys and Gerry. Rowan feels inadequate for Gerry, and looks for reassurance into Barry’s arms, but this causes a fight between Gerry and Barry, who later on find a common ground (rough sex!) to settle their quarrel.
    Barry is arrested and put in jail, where he ties a strong bond with Wade, a barely legal straight boy. At his trial, Barry makes the hot Judge Ricardo Garcia fall for him.
    Jorell reveals to Kale that his father walked out on him when he was seventeen and never heard from him since. Immediately, the Cove starts searching for Jorell’s father, and the traces lead to the infamous San Quentin Prison. There, Jorell finds out how unexpectedly caring and understanding was his father, who unfortunately died in prison.
    LaShawn meets Joshua, the supposedly straight jet pilot, and gently brings the uptight and repressed guy into the frightening and delightful world of man-love; and though the brave pilot then dies in a plane crash, LaShawn knows for sure that he died in peace with himself.
    After pondering it a lot, Beau proposes to Kale: the news about the surprising marriage makes happy everyone… but Barry, who gets unexpectedly tense and thoughtful. After few days, the two lovebirds get married at Maison de la Motte, with a romantic, and somewhat hilarious ceremony, and then fly on honeymoon to France.
    In Provence, Beau and Kale visit the small village of Saint-Julien, where they meet a sexy guy who in all likely is Beau’s half-brother, but they decide not to unveil the truth.
    While they’re away, at the Cove things go downhill: Barry is irritable, sad and surly, he continuously argues with the men and ultimately leaves the Cove. Kale and Beau rush back home from France and have to acknowledge an unexpected reality: Barry, Kale and Beau are all in love with each other, in a tangled relationship that Barry calls ‘a three-way couple’.


    Synopsys

    The Cove comes back to life; there’s still some tension between Beau and Barry, but Kale manages the situation as masterfully as he manages Jorell’s black snake…


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    ≈ CHAPTER 37 – LIKE A PHOENIX ≈

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    ~ Reunion ~

    When Beau opened the main door of the Cove, he stopped for a moment in the doorway, glancing around. It was so weird… He and Kale had exited that very door a week earlier, to go to France, and in that short time so many things had changed. Beau’s eyes got wet, thinking that he risked to come back to an empty shell instead of the Cove… without even realizing what was going on.

    Kale had related to him about his first lunch at the Cove, after coming back, and how sad it had been seeing so many empty seats, and the remaining guys silently eating without even looking at each other.

    As far as he could remember, the Cove had never been a silent place: there was always some joyful banter going on, or a quiet chatter before going to work, and the laughter of the boys running up and down the stairs. And moans of love and howls of pleasure, of course: the Cove wouldn’t have been the Cove without moans and howls…!

    “So what? Are you going to block the entrance for long?” – Kale joked from the street, waiting for Beau to come back from his reverie. Beau leapt on his feet and turned around, smiling shyly; he extended a hand toward Kale, as a gesture of invitation, and Kale laughed: “Don’t you dare taking me in your arms! The ‘Viscountess act’ is something you can do once in a lifetime!”

    They closed the main door and Beau murmured, tense: “I wish it wasn’t Sunday… Everybody must be at home…”

    “You don’t realize how sweet are the words you just said: everybody is at home. Not one of the guys we love is missing, no one is living a solitary, gloomy life somewhere away from the Cove. Everybody is here, and that’s just wonderful…”

    Kale opened the double door leading to the living room, and couldn’t restrain a wide smile looking at Alex and Stewart joyfully chatting on the sofa, Charlie and Chayton exchanging pictures on their phones and Rick coming from the kitchen, with his tidy apron, holding a tray with some coffee.

    When they saw Beau, they all came close to welcome him back, giving him hugs and friendly pats on the back. Soon the loud voices alerted the other members of the Cove, who quickly filled the living room and added their boisterous contribute to the joyful reunion.

    Beau felt weird, he was extremely happy to see again all his friends, but felt somewhat responsible for what happened at the Cove while he was away, concentrated on himself.

    “You were on honeymoon” – Wahkan said to Beau, reading inside him like an open book – “It’s only normal that you didn’t think to anyone but your newlywed husband…”

    “Thank you Wahkan” – Beau replied, friendly – “thank you for what you just said, and for what you’ve done while we were away. I know that it’s not been easy for you dealing with… what happened.”

    Wahkan’s usually serene expression was clouded by a sudden shame: “You don’t thank a man who failed…”

    “I’m thanking a man who fought.”

    The Sioux shot at Beau a glance full of respect and admiration: “It’s so nice to have you back. And don’t be anxious. Everything will be fine. Just be yourself.”

    A conversation with Wahkan was always like that: the unsaid inner thoughts, the unconfessed fears were often more revealing that the spoken words; Wahkan, though unable to fully understand what was stirring into Beau’s heart, had realized that he was tense for something about to happen, and felt the need to offer his support.

    The reason of Beau’s anxiety was revealed to Wahkan’s inquisitive eyes, as much as to anyone in the room, when Beau suddenly winced at Barry’s cautious salute: “Hey man, you’re back…”

    Beau turned to Barry and for a long moment they both stood there, in front of each other, uncertain about what to say. Sensing the sudden tension, all the chatter trailed off and the room fell in an eerie silence. Beau tried hard to find something to say: anything, but not that deafening silence! And then he heard himself say out of the blue: “Why didn’t you kiss me, too, at the airport?”

    Of all the questions Beau could’ve asked him, this one puzzled Barry… mostly because he didn’t have an answer to it. But Barry was Barry: an unanswered question didn’t cause any fuss in his simple mind. He looked up at Beau, flashed a confident smile and growled: “It’s never too late…”

    He grabbed Beau by the back of his neck and pulled him into a churning kiss, a lewd, sloppy, lustful kiss, passionate and fearless. A quintessential Barry-kiss.

    Not once, at the Cove, a blatant kiss like that failed to rouse loud comments, cheers and whistles, but not that time: looking at Barry and Beau kissing wildly, everybody kept a respectful and surprised silence, sensing that something special was happening under their very eyes.

    When their lips, at long last, parted, Barry faintly shook his head and said under his breath: “What a fuckin’ stud…”, then he turned around and said aloud to Rick, as if nothing just happened: “Hey, kid! Is this coffee still hot?”, and helped himself a cup.

    The buzzer in the room started rising again, with the guys winking and exchanging knowing grins: at the Cove everyone loved everyone, but that kiss was clearly something special.

    “Come, let’s go unpack the baggage” – Kale said, pulling Beau by his arm, and Beau glanced at him, thankful for being rescued from a weird situation he didn’t know how to manage.

    Rick hastened to follow them before they could go upstairs: “Sir, while you were away we got several calls from reporters who wanted to have an interview with you. No one mentioned your marriage, and sure enough I didn’t say anything, but maybe the news was leaked…”

    “Our marriage wasn’t supposed to be kept secret since the beginning. This is something I’ll have to take care of. Thank you very much, Hendrick, and if anyone calls again, you just say you will relate the message.”

    “Of course, sir!” – Rick replied with a smile, and scampered away.

    “He’s such a wonderful boy…” – Beau said in a low voice, smiling, and Kale corrected him: “He’s a wonderful young man. The Cove owes him a lot.”

     

    ~ Like a Phoenix ~

    In the following days, life at the Cove went on smoothly, like before the marriage and the ‘Barry affair’. Everything seemed to be back to normalcy, but one thing was different: Beau.

    While in the past he used to spend most of the time in his room up the attic, having breakfast there and coming down only at the main meals, now he spent most of his time in the living room, smiling to anyone walking by and briefly chatting with everyone. In the morning, he was always the first to come down for breakfast, eager to meet the early workers, Gerry, Alex and Barry, before they went to work; and in the afternoon, instead of waiting to use the gym when it was deserted, he preferred to train with Stewart or Barry. Especially Barry, to be true.

    As a matter of fact, the conversation Beau had with Kale few days ago was very enlightening. According to Kale, Barry felt something deep for Beau; and proved with a psychological test that Beau felt the same for Barry. Beau still couldn’t believe that the loud, simple-minded, oversexed Barry could break through his heart. Love had mysterious ways indeed… And the idea that Barry could really feel something for him was almost unbelievable.

    «Maybe Kale was wrong, maybe Barry doesn’t feel anything like that…» – Beau found himself thinking ever so often; so whenever they met by chance, Beau studied Barry’s demeanor, trying to find some hint of love by his side… but never found the slightest one. Barry acted friendly toward him, nothing more.

    One day, while leisurely sitting on a sofa in the living room, Beau pondered that in those last days he was quite eager to have ‘chance’ meetings with Barry along the corridors, or in the dining room, or at the gym. And those meetings happened quite frequently. «I must be good at stalking him!» – Beau thought, chuckling inwardly, but then he became more pensive: may it be that they met so frequently because Barry was doing the same?

    «Talk about the Devil…» – Beau thought, looking at Barry coming back home from work. “Hey, man…” – Barry said to Beau in a plain voice, and immediately headed to the kitchen. Beau admired, feeling a twitch in his pants, the manly, confident walk of the muscular worker, and thought for the millionth time that Barry was a true icon of masculinity: at every single step his powerful legs, his wide shoulders and his toned ass moved in the most enticing way. Not to mention his bulge! His bulge was always impressive, but with those tight jeans it looked even bigger than usual…

    Lost in his hot thoughts, Beau glanced at Barry’s face for a moment, and saw him stifling a knowing smile. «He’s doing it on purpose! He’s strutting his stuff in front of my very eyes to make me lust for him!»

    Beau felt annoyed by Barry’s arrogance, but just for a moment: «He wouldn’t do that if he didn’t want to impress me… He wants me… He loves me! And anyway, without that arrogance, Barry wouldn’t be as sexy and lovely as he is! Wait, did I really think he’s lovely? Fuck…»

    There were steps down the staircase, and Beau snapped out of his elucubrations, feeling like a teenager at his first crush. He turned around and smiled widely, looking at Kale coming downstairs.

    “Hey, handsome!” – Beau said, and Kale smiled back: “Hello, husband! I’m still not used to see you around the Cove so often. Until now, I didn’t realize how much time you used to spend in your room…”

    Kale sat on the sofa next to Beau and took his hand. It was about dinner time, and the Cove was a hive of activity, Rick and Laniakea were working in the kitchen, Chayton and LaShawn were cooing in the butler’s room, Alex and Charlie were chatting lively, and Kale felt an irrepressible joy, thinking that the Cove had seriously risked to disappear forever. It had actually crumbled to pieces, but miraculously they could save it and make its heart beat again, serene and protective as it used to be.

    “It’s like the legendary Phoenix” – Kale commented, looking around with joyful eyes – “the magical bird that burned to death to then rise again from its ashes!”

    “Yes” – Beau replied, pensive – “I feel exactly like that…”

    “Can’t you think to anything but yourself?” – Kale laughed out loud – “I was talking about the Cove, not you!”

    Beau giggled, embarrassed: “Apparently, I didn’t learn my lesson… And you’re right, the Cove is here again, alive and kicking, and it’s wonderful. But I too feel like a Phoenix. I felt like dying when you left me in France, and hated Aunt Yvette for taking your part. Gerry, too, was very harsh to me, but what almost broke my heart was when Brennan asked me if he was still my boy… I had to burn to death before being born anew… except that I was reborn with the very same faults!”

    Kale held Beau’s hand tighter: “I love your faults…”

    In that moment, Barry appeared again in the room, and Beau instinctively withdrew his hand from Kale. Under Kale’s eyes, Beau and Barry exchanged silent glances, that lasted longer than usual. Both of them seemed to be on the verge of saying something, but kept their mouth shut. In the end, Barry broke the eye contact, moving to go away, and Kale hastened to call him: “Hey Barry, are you busy after dinner? I was thinking of throwing a party.”

    “A party?” – Barry asked, surprised. “A party?” – Beau echoed him.

    “Well, not a huge party” – Kale replied, with a conspiratorial grin – “I was actually thinking to a very exclusive party… just the three of us!”

    Almost on autopilot, Barry’s hand moved down to adjust his package: “Count me in, man…”

    “Sounds hot…” – Beau murmured, finding hard to tear his gaze off Barry’s bulge.

    Kale beamed with happiness: “Wonderful! Formal dress is optional. Or better, clothing is optional altogether!”

    They all giggled, exchanging lustful glances, and soon Laniakea announced dinner and they moved to the dining room.

     

    ~ Chess game ~

    After dinner, Kale approached Beau and Barry and said in a low voice: “So, are we moving to my room?”

    “Oh! Ehm… Give me five minutes…” – Barry hastened to reply, and Beau echoed him: “Me too… Five minutes and I’ll be in your room!”

    Kale watched puzzled the two men quickly sneaking upstairs and shrugged his shoulders; he went to his room and used the short spare time to freshen up, so as to look at his best for the upcoming ‘party’.

    Few minutes later, Beau and Barry entered the room at the same time, as if they just met out of Kale’s door. “Here you are…” – Kale said, getting closer and giving a kiss to Beau, and then to Barry. He realized with some surprise that in those five minutes both of them had washed their teeth and combed their hair, and his surprise grew more when they started undressing, and Kale noticed that Barry was wearing a clean pair of briefs that highlighted his massive junk, and Beau had put on an extremely enticing jockstrap.

    It didn’t take long to Kale to understand that there was a sort of competition going on, with Beau and Barry doing their best to impress him, and he felt flattered. But soon he gave it a second thought, when he noticed the fleeting glances that Beau and Barry exchanged, quickly averting their gaze before they could be spotted.

    «Things get interesting…» – Kale thought, stifling a knowing smile, while it became clear that Barry wanted to impress Beau, not Kale, and Beau was doing the same with Barry. The message was even more evident when Barry growled, looking at Kale (but shooting a sideways glance at Beau): “I’m going to fuck some fine ass tonight…”; and Beau hastened to add: “Yeah, me too…!”

    Kale felt like they were playing a sort of chess game, and rose to the challenge: the Knight and the Bishop had done their opening move and declared their strategy, by stating that neither of them was going to be topped by the other one. But now it was time for the Queen to move around the chessboard…. He stripped naked and lay on the bed, on his back, and mocked his two lovers: “So, are you only good at talking…?”

    In a moment, both men were on him, kissing him on the mouth, on the neck, on the torso. Kale writhed with pleasure, and gave deep passionate kisses to one, and then the other, in turn, making their inner heat turn up several notches. He then sneaked from under them and made Beau lay on the bed, straddled him in a sixty-nine position and offered his ass to Beau’s ministrations, while he feasted on Beau’s cock.

    Beau knew how to eat ass, and soon Kale was squirming for the pleasure and the desire; he raised his head from Beau’s cock and saw Barry looking at him with a weird expression, as if he didn’t know how to join the action. Kale looked straight at him, narrowing his eyes and moaning softly whenever Beau’s tongue gently forced open his tender hole, and murmured to Barry: “I want you to fill me, to stretch me like only you can… Kiss me, stud…!”

    Barry flashed a randy grin and ground his lips on Kale’s in the most ferocious, beastly kiss he was capable of. While munching on Barry’s mouth, Kale kept stroking Beau’s cock, and suddenly he remembered Aunt Yvette’s hot tale about the Italian and the Spanish studs she once met [1].

    Slowly, Kale lowered his head, and Barry followed him, still kissing him passionately, and when their faces were at an inch from Beau’s cock, Kale put a hand behind Barry’s head and recoiled a bit, holding Beau’s stiff cock pointed to Barry’s mouth.

    Barry stiffened and shot a nervous look at Kale, and Kale held his gaze, putting in his glance all the fiery passion he was feeling in that moment; he added some pressure on Barry’s head, but he resisted, so Kale pushed a bit harder, looking deep into Barry’s eyes, and at last the brawny stud gave up, won by the enticing visions inspired by Kale’s promising eyes. Slowly, with some hesitation, Barry let Kale push his head over Beau’s cock, and engulfed it into his mouth.

    The boundary had been crossed. Barry was anything but a cock sucker, he rarely did it, and never with another dominant man, but this time he let Kale guide his mouth, with gentle firmness, on Beau’s manhood, up and down, over and over, faster, deeper…

    “Oh fuck…” – Beau murmured, unable to see anything but Kale’s butt splayed in front of his face – “if you go on this way I’m going to shoot… Slow down… Please, I can’t hold it anymore… Please… Awww… FFFUUCKKK!!”

    Beau’s muscles stiffened, at the climax of the pleasure, and quickly Kale moved away. “Barry! Oh, shit!!” – Beau said in a chocked scream, surprised to find out that was Barry’s, and not Kale’s, the mouth that in a moment he would’ve flooded with his manly seed. Beau knew well Barry and his old-fashion idea of male superiority, and didn’t want to humiliate him cumming into his mouth, but it was too late: “Buddy… Fuck, I can’t hold… NNNGGHH!!!”

    Beau’s climax exploded, and out of pure instinct Beau placed his hands on Barry’s head and kept it still, while his hips bucked up and down, pushing his stiff spurting rod even deeper into Barry’s throat.

    Gurgling and chocking, Barry couldn’t do anything but gulping down the creamy juice, until the powerful shots stopped and Beau withdrew his hands. The brawny worker raised his face streaked with sperm from Beau’s groin, rose menacingly on his knees and watched Beau with eyes flashing like fiery lasers.

     

    ~ The Knight’s move ~

    “You know you can’t get away with it, don’t you…” – Barry growled in a low, menacing tone; Beau swallowed nervously and silently nodded: he owed Barry, and he owed him a big one! With a mix of desire and fear, Beau hooked his hands behind his own knees and raised his legs, offering his manly hole to the sexy worker. “Don’t… Don’t hurt me…” – Beau murmured, a little scared by the fire burning into Barry’s eyes. Barry spat on his cock, took position between Beau’s legs and replied with a smirk: “I will hurt you as much as I want, man… and you will enjoy every moment of that…”

    Barry’s hips sprang forward, and Beau gasped loud, feeling his nether portal suddenly stretched to the max. But before the discomfort could actually turn into a searing pain, Barry stopped, waited for a moment for Beau’s ass to get used to his girth, and started again pushing gently, until he was fully buried into Beau’s depths.

    Beau didn’t say anything, he kept heaving soundly, while the thick piston rhythmically invaded his insides and receded, leaving him craving for more. Barry was a master in his art, and maneuvered his cock in ways that forced Beau to choke his squeals of pleasure, lest to sound like a virgin boy fucked for the first time.

    But while Beau, a bit earlier, had tried his best not to humiliate Barry, Barry apparently wasn’t inclined to return the favor, and started pumping into Beau’s ass with increasing vigor, hitting his inner joy button with a barrage of perfectly aimed shots.

    “Yeah, stud…” – Barry said with coarse voice, shooting a triumphant glance – “You can try and hold back as much as you want, but I’ll make you cum… You can’t resist to me, uh? This slab of prime beef can do wonders… I will make you cum… You will cum without even touching yourself… Submit to my superior manliness!”

    “Nnnngghh…” – Beau moaned, almost won by Barry’s mastery and his sex talk, but desperately trying to hold back: until a moment before, he would’ve gladly cum like a hose with Barry, but no way Barry would’ve made him submit!

    As a last resort, Beau started clenching rhythmically his ass muscles, giving to Barry an additional stimulation that he definitely didn’t expect and abruptly pushed him over the edge. “Motherfucker…! OOOHHH FUUUCK!!!”

    Barry threw his head back and howled for the sudden pleasure that exploded in his groin. His hips went on stomping on Beau’s ass for a short while, and then slowed down until they came to a complete stop. Barry lowered his head and closed his eyes, catching his breath, and almost screamed for the surprise when Beau, unexpectedly, rose from the bed and with a quick wrestling move shoved him face down on the mattress, immobilizing him.

    “Don’t you dare!” – Barry threatened when he felt Beau’s rock-hard pole pressing on his back door, ready to break in; but the only reply he got was feeling Beau’s cock press even harder on his clenched hole.

    Beau was about to spear Barry’s ass, but faltered: while he wanted to make clear that he was not inclined to submit to any man, much less Barry, he didn’t want to force him to submit, either. He loved Barry too much to do that to him. He stood there, pressing the engorged head of his cock on Barry’s tight hole, until Barry murmured, talking into the mattress: “What are you waiting for, stud? Give it to me… Make love to me, man…”

    Barry’s ass relaxed, and Beau’s stiff pole intruded into the tight passage almost effortlessly. Beau started fucking Barry with long confident thrusts, searching for the most sensitive spots inside him and titillating them in the most sensual way. The harsh fuck he just received had put a great pressure into Beau’s groin, and despite his recent orgasm, he knew he couldn’t last long.

    Beau pulled out for a moment and recoiled: “Please, turn around, Barry …” – he said softly – “I want to see your face while I make love to you…”

    Barry complied with a tender smile that rarely had found place on his face; he lay on his back and offered his ass to his buddy, his lover, the man who refused to submit to him out of love and mutual respect, not out of pride. Beau eased again his cock into Barry’s warm depths, and it took just few thrusts until he stiffened for a second time that night and pumped his manly seed deep into Barry’s chute.

    When the orgasm subsided, Beau looked down at Barry and, without a word, pressed hard his lips against his lover’s in a grinding, passionate kiss that seemed not to ever end.

    «Checkmate…» – Kale smiled inwardly, silently opening Laniakea’s door and closing it behind himself. Since the beginning, when he realized there was a sort of competition between Barry and Beau, he decided he had to do something to make them accept their mutual love and attraction. And while he didn’t get any sexual satisfaction, that night, he felt great, while closing the door and looking one last time at Beau and Barry rolling on the bed, kissing like there was no tomorrow.

    “Kale!” – Laniakea whispered in the dark – “I thought you were… busy, tonight.”

    “Plans have changed” – Kale replied, sneaking under Laniakea’s bedsheets – “and here I am, with a straining erection and my hole all wet and loosened: can you do something about that?”

    “I’ll figure something out…” – Laniakea said with confidence, taking Kale into his arms.

     

    ~ A new dawn ~

    The next morning, Barry woke up into Beau’s arms. He squirmed, uneasy, and moved to disengage from the tender embrace, but Beau opened his eyes and shot him a hurt glance: “Don’t go away like this… You seem to regret what happened last night…”

    “Regret? No, buddy… Fuck, no, don’t even think that!” – Barry replied, a little embarrassed – “Last night was… intense. And intense stuff makes me feel a bit uneasy, that’s all…”

    “Feel like you’re sailing through uncharted waters?”

    “Yeah, but I’m no good with fancy expressions like that…”

    “Let’s try something simpler…” – Beau said seriously, looking straight at Barry – “I… I love you.”

    Barry opened his mouth but no sound came out of it. He took a couple rugged breaths and then replied “Ditto”. He tried again to go away, but Beau held him: “Say it. Please, I need to hear it. I know it’s hard: Kale had to wait years until I confessed to him and to myself that I was in love with him. But this time I wanted you to know, I wanted to tell you what I feel deep inside, hard as it is for me, and now I need to know that I’m not making a complete fool of myself…”

    Barry glanced at Beau with loving, reassuring eyes and gave him a tender kiss: something that Beau had never seen from him. When Barry recoiled, he asked in a mellow tone: “Is this clear enough as an answer to your question?”

    “No” – Beau insisted, and his voice had an almost pleading streak – “Say it, Barry… Please…”

    Barry grunted: “Fuck… I… I love you man. I don’t even know why, but I do. Are you happy now? Now that you made me sound like a teenage girl cooing with his first boyfriend?”

    “A teenage girl?” – Beau replied stifling a smile – “You don’t fool me, you’re too hairy to be a teenage girl!”

    “Fuck you, man!” – Barry’s laughter boomed in the room – “Sooner or later I’ll take your witty comments and shove them deep into your ass!”

    Beau chuckled, happy to see Barry back to his usual confident and over-the-top self. He sighed, contented: “I’m so glad we talked straight, Barry. Now you know what I feel for you, you know I lust for you and love you. So… you can stop strutting your stuff in front of me, showing off your huge package and walking like a lumberjack coming down from the mountain…”

    Barry didn’t deny and laughed out loud: “Fuck, you can’t know how uncomfortable are those tight jeans! But you, too, can now stop running on the treadmill wearing that lycra singlet that when wet becomes almost transparent!”

    It was Beau’s turn to burst into laughter, caught red-handed: “I’m relieved! Damn, it was like running wearing a plastic bag! You had the opposite problem, if I remember well, with those gym shorts so loose that your junk fell out of it most of the time…!”

    “Ha ha ha! D’you think it’s easy to squat properly with your cock getting in the way all the time? You were much classier, I’ll give you that, coming downstairs for breakfast with your fancy pajama trousers that casually opened on the front at each step!”

    Woken up by the loud voices, Kale opened the door and looked at Beau and Barry with sleepy eyes: “I see you’re both in an excellent mood! Good! Apparently, the machoist competition between you had finally been settled…”

    “You… You planned it!” – Beau exclaimed, now understanding why the ‘party’ began with three guests and ended with two – “You invited us here on purpose!”

    “You tricked us!” – Barry echoed, a bit pissed off, but deep inside happy for how things had turned out – “You and your fancy books full of big words! Well, I have something even bigger for you!”

    Barry got off the bed sporting a huge morning wood and grabbed Kale by his arm: “Hey, buddy, I say that this son of a bitch needs to be taught a lesson!”

    “A hard one!” – Beau replied, leaping on his feet, making his stiff cock bounce up and down – “A very hard one!”

    They roughly pushed Kale down the bed, laughing out loud, and quickly the loud laughter were replaced by equally loud moans and gasps of exquisite pleasure.

     

    ~ Hot gym training ~

    At the Cove, life flowed smoothly: the big wooden house overlooking the ocean was again a place of love and mutual support, and Kale couldn’t be happier. If anything, the hard time they all had to face had created a stronger bond between the men, who now enjoyed even more doing things together and spending time in the common rooms.

    Kale noticed that Beau looked pensive, whenever Barry was around, but in a positive way: it seemed that Beau, too, just like Rick and many others, had realized that he’d taken Barry for granted, so far; and now that he was back, boys and men enjoyed his company even more than before.

    One day, Kale went to the in-house gym to make some light exercise: he didn’t want to build up muscle mass, but he needed to regularly train, to burn the extra calories of the delicious meals prepared by Rick and Laniakea.

    Working as a school counselor, Kale usually came back home earlier than the other men, and was used not to see anyone while training in the gym. But that day, for whatever reason, when he entered the gym there was Jorell on the weight bench, lifting some quite impressive weights.

    “Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were using the gym…” – Kale politely said entering the door – “If you want, I can come back later…”

    Jorell smiled wide: “Why should you? It’s a pleasure to train with someone. If you need the bench, I’m almost done.”

    “Take your time, I’m going to jog on the treadmill.”

    While jogging, Kale looked at Jorell through the high mirrors, and couldn’t help but admire his muscular body straining for the effort and his black skin glistening with sweat. At each push, Jorell’s pecs and biceps bulged out, and while the physical effort must’ve been hard to endure, Jorell kept his face relaxed, with a deeply concentrated expression that looked extremely sexy to Kale.

    When Jorell placed the barbell back on its hooks, Kale quickly averted his gaze, realizing that he’s been staring at him for almost the entire weight-lifting session. Jorell rose from the bench and smiled friendly at Kale: “I’m done for today. I’m drenched with sweat, can’t wait to shower.”

    “So do I!” – Kale hastened to say, turning off the treadmill. Jorell seemed surprised: “So early? You’ve run no more than ten minutes…”

    “Oh… Well, I feel tired, I’m sure a fresh shower will do wonders”.

    They went to the locker room, and started undressing. When Jorell pulled down his loose knee-long shorts, Kale couldn’t help but notice that underneath he was wearing a jockstrap that barely contained his massive junk; it actually couldn’t contain it all, and one plump ball was hanging off the frontal pouch.

    “Maybe those are not your size…” – Kale said with the most casual tone he was capable of, though inside he felt a burning desire for Jorell’s muscular body and for that black beast peeking out of the white jockstrap.

    Jorell giggled, a bit embarrassed: “Do you think it’s easy to find something my size? If I take something bigger, the elastic bands fit too loosely, and if I take something that fits tighter… here is the result! You’re lucky not to have such problems…”

    “R.. Right… I guess…” – Kale stuttered, uncertain. He shut his mouth before his actual thought could be voiced: «I don’t want to have a cock like yours, I want… yours!»

    They moved to the showers, and Kale had to put a constant effort to tear his gaze off of Jorell’s 13-inch shlong swaying around and bouncing on the man’s thighs. Suddenly Kale blushed, realizing that his own cock was reacting to the ebony vision showering beside him and was growing stiffer.

    «Fuck, I can’t get hard now!» – Kale thought, rushing to set the water to a cold temperature. Luckily, Jorell was now giving him his back. At some point, without turning around, Jorell asked: “Do you remember the bachelor party Barry set up for you?”

    “How can I forget?” – Kale chuckled, and Jorell turned to look at Kale, pointing his chin to Kale’s half-hard cock: “That night I told you that my door was always open for you. I was not joking, and the offer is still valid…”

    Kale’s dick had a clearly visible twitch that answered on his behalf, but his mouth said: “I… I don’t know… I don’t think…”

    “Come on!” – Jorell laughed – “This is me, Old Joe, I’m a broken black gardener, no need to play polite acts with me!”

    Jorell’s laughter was infectious and put Kale at ease. “OK then” – Kale said, closing the tap and looking straight at Jorell’s eyes – “But I want to make clear one important thing: true, your cock is a wonder of nature, but what attracts me is you, not your cock. Well, not just your cock, to be completely honest…”

    “This is the most touching thing that anyone ever told me” – Jorell said with a warm smile – “My cock is my bliss and my damnation…”

    He moved to close the tap, but Kale stepped under the water flow and pressed his body against Jorell’s: “Wait… Keep it open. I love the water dribbling down your beautiful dark skin…” – he murmured, placing a hand on Jorell’s cheek and looking into his eyes – “You’re so handsome… so manly…”

     

    ~ To the limit and beyond ~

     “If you wanted to seduce me, you succeeded in full…” – Jorell replied, and Kale could clearly feel his mighty club thickening and stiffening against their thighs. Slowly, Kale fell on his knees and took the long snake with both hands. “It’s a beauty…” – he murmured, and closed his lips against the fat cock head.

    Kale definitely knew how to suck a cock, he’d made an art of worshipping and servicing a man’s virility, and yet he could swallow barely half of it before chocking hard. “Take it easy, man…” – Jorell hastened to say – “You don’t have to prove anything to me, nor to yourself”. He was true, of course, but Kale wanted to test his limits, and possibly overcome them, so moved his knees backwards and leaned on Jorell’s crotch, straightening his throat to ease the penetration.

    Another inch disappeared into Kale’s mouth, and then another one; his eyes welled with tears and he fought hard the gagging reflex, but didn’t give up. He grabbed Jorell’s balls and with one last powerful thrust he gulped down the entire beast, all 13 inches of it, and buried his nose into the man’s wet pubes.

    The warm water fell on them, and Kale enjoyed it for few moments, to then slowly recoil: now that he’d satisfied his own pride, it was time to satisfy his man…

    He pulled out the mighty club from his mouth and started massaging it with both hands, concentrating on the dark red head. Alternating his hands and his mouth, Kale gave an excruciating massage to Jorell’s manhood, eliciting growing moans from the man.

    “Buddy… Wait…” – Jorell suddenly said, with urgency – “Stop it, or you will make me shoot… and I don’t want yet. There’s much more I want to give you…”

    Kale looked up and smiled, while getting back on his feet. He steadied himself on Jorell’s massive shoulders and raised one leg; with the other hand he took the hard throbbing cock and pointed it to his own hole, feeling it quivering with anticipation.

    “No, wait, Kale” – Jorell said, and extended a hand to take a small tube of lube from the pocket of his jeans, hung just out of the shower.

    “You’re already wet, there’s no need…” – Kale began, but Jorell shook his head: “No, man, believe me, you will need it. Plenty of it…”

    He thoroughly greased his massive tool, using up almost the entire tube, spreading the lube not only on the tip, but on the entire shaft, to the pubes. “Lock your arms around my neck…” – he said when done.

    “Are you going to carry me? I’m not a twig…” – Kale objected, a bit anxious because he wouldn’t have any control on the penetration. Jorell guessed his inner fear and said with a warm voice: “I could never hurt you…”

    Kale grabbed Jorell’s neck and the man held his bottom on his strong arms, raising him high; with one hand he pointed his cock to Kale’s hole and gently pushed the mushroom head inside. The cock was too long: he had to use his hand to penetrate Kale, and kept using it until half of the long snake was deeply nested inside Kale. «So far, so good…» – Kale thought, already feeling stuffed like a turkey.

    “You’re ready?” – he asked, and Kale replied a bit tense: “I guess…”

    The muscular arms started lowering Kale onto the stiff pole, slowly, and Kale soon felt the big head pressing on inner portals he didn’t even know to have inside him. A sharp pang of pain flashed deep inside him and he gasped, suddenly sure that he couldn’t take it all, no matter what.: “Wait… Wait!! No, buddy, I can’t take it… It’s too much even for me…”

    Jorell stopped, but didn’t pull out. He gazed intensely into Kale’s eyes and waited for him to get used to the ginormous intruder. “I’m not going all the way, but you can take a couple inches more, no?”

    “OK, but take it easy…”. The long snake started crawling again into Kale’s depths, while Jorell checked attentively Kale, and the two inches became three, and then four. “You’re almost done… Do you want me to stop?”

    “Fuck is it going to ever end? It’s a mile long!” – Kale tried to joke, trying hard to relax and take the exquisite impalement – “Do it, Jorell… Give me it all… AAAGH!!”

    Kale screamed when Jorell’s girth stretched his insides in places never reached by anyone… or anything, including the many dildos that Kale had shoved up his ass during his bondage games. The feeling was unbelievable: it seemed like he was sitting on a baseball bat, but the bat was hot and flexible, and pulsed inside him like something alive.

    “OK” – Kale finally panted after a short while – “Thanks, buddy, I’m ready now, get your prize and fuck me, stud…”

    Jorell’s powerful arms set in motion, lifting Kale easily and making him gently fall back down, and then again and again. Kale felt like two cocks were fucking him at the same time: one stretching his hole and battering his prostate, and one doing… something extremely sexy deep inside him, discovering unexplored places into his moist depths.

    Kale felt dizzy and held tight to Jorell’s neck, pressing his cheek against his: “You can’t imagine how it feels… Oh god… Go faster…! Faster, buddy…! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! You’re driving me crazy…!”

    Jorell didn’t have to be told twice and sped up the up-and-down movement, raising Kale higher each time and then letting him fall on the stiff cock. Soon Kale started trembling, and Jorell asked, alarmed: “You OK?”

    “More than OK, man…! Fuck, I can’t hold it any more… Fuck me… Fuck MEEEE!!!”

    Thick shots of white cream streaked Jorell’s black torso, while Kale, delirious, threw back his head and moaned loud. Jorell uttered a low grunt and pulled Kale against him, holding him tight, firmly impaled on his black beast, that throbbed hard and started pulsing obscenely inside Kale’s ass. Shot after powerful shot, he planted his manly seed into Kale’s innermost recesses, filling him to the brim.

    They stood motionless for several seconds, enjoying the warm water cascading on them, until the spasms of pleasure trailed off. Then Jorell raised his head and murmured: “Sorry man, but I have to do it…”. Kale didn’t understand, at first, but then gasped loud when Jorell lifted him until the thirteen inches of hot meat flopped out of his oversensitive ass, sending shivers along Kale’s spine.

    “Fuck, even pulling out is something out of the ordinary…” – Kale murmured, placing his unsteady feet back to the floor. Jorell flashed a shy grin: “I’m afraid there’s nothing ordinary about my cock…”

    Kale got closer, until their faces were at an inch apart: “There’s nothing ordinary about you, my wonderful man…” – he said softly, and placed a kiss on his lips. Jorell smiled tenderly, but soon was hit by a sudden thought and asked, uncertain: “Say, what we’ve done won’t cause any fuss with Beau or Barry, right? Because the last thing I want is more drama here. I’ve had enough for a decade…”

    “Don’t tell me…” – Kale giggled – “As for my hot-headed studs, don’t worry. A wise old lady recently said I’m an excellent juggler…”

     

    That evening, at dinner, Rick turned to Beau and said: “Sir, a reporter came here today, asking to see you, but I didn’t let him in. He was very insistent.”

    “Thank you, Hendrick, you did well to ward him off” – Beau replied kindly, and then looked around the table with an inscrutable expression: “The press is obviously after me to get some juicy gossip, so better give them… Tomorrow evening, at 7pm, I suggest you to tune in on Channel 8. The news may be very interesting…”

     

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    Footnotes and references:

    [1] Aunt Yvette, using her seductive arts, once managed to make a straight Italian stallion suck his Spanish friend’s cock and have both of them enjoy it: see Chapter 33, ‘Under Yvette’s spell’

  • Ryan’s Ass

    ***Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe “inspired by a true story.” Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and I leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details have been tweaked to protect the “innocent.”***


    I’ve always been a standard-issue, comfortably straight guy. He was a standard-issue, comfortably straight guy. But we met in one of the gayest ways possible.

    I was just shy of being 30 years old. I was working and taking classes to finish up an advanced degree at the time, hoping to jump start my career. Together these things pretty much torpedoed any free time I might have had. One thing that I absolutely, resolutely made time for was swimming laps pretty much daily at the local gym; the activity kept me sane after a long day of sitting on my ass. The net result was I had a nice tight build. I may not have had the bulk of some of the guys, but I certainly felt no shame in the locker room and I’d never felt better. Unlike other swimmers, or many guys my age, I never shaved my body hair or trimmed my bush… too lazy, I guess, with everything else going on. But more than that, I actually liked looking like a man. No false modesty, I was good looking and had never really had trouble with the ladies, but after a year of slaving away both at work and in the time-suck of a master’s program, I was in a deep, deep romantic rut.

    Because swim lanes were always in high demand, I usually hit the gym later on at night. And in truth, given the rat-race I was running, I thoroughly enjoyed having the place pretty much to myself, as it gave me time to recharge and refocus.

    This one particular night, I had finished up my laps and retired to the locker room. It was deserted, and I moved into the jacuzzi room. A nice soak always helped unclench my muscles, and I feel no shame in saying I loved the way the bubbles felt on my naked balls.

    And then, he opened the door and came in.

    I was surprised, as I rarely saw another person this late… but whooo boy the newcomer caught my eye. Like I said, I thought of myself is perfectly straight and had never really… well, swooned over another guy before, but this guy was insane. He was the textbook definition of an all-American jock. His face was impressive enough… I mean, he looked like he just walked off a movie set. There was a bit of boyishness to him that was instantly disarming. But complimenting this was a freaking amazing body—a powerful build without being overly bulked up for just for show, like some of the gym rats I’ve run across. No, those muscles were built for use… I wondered what he played? He had dark hair, and like me he had a good dusting of hair across his arms, body, and crotch … not like Sasquatch, but looking like a fucking man. And seeing him in all his naked, Olympian glory literally stopped my breath for a second. I mean, who was this guy…?

    I was so struck by his manly form that it took me a minute to register that other unusual thing about him:  he was on crutches.

    Oh shit. That was going to be a problem.

    You see, this room, and the jacuzzi itself, were not at all designed for a guy on crutches. The jacuzzi wasn’t built into the floor, but sitting on top of it… forcing anyone who wanted to enter it to climb a short set of stairs, then pivot to walk down the stairs in the water to be able to take a seat. At best those steps were wet and slightly treacherous… but with a mobility issue?  Plus, it didn’t help that the room itself was only slightly larger than the tub, making it a tight space to navigate. He had very little room to position himself at the foot of the stairs. I immediately sensed this could get tricky fast.

    The Olympian bent down and removed a brace from his right leg, and set it aside with his crutches. He hobble-hopped to the stairs, grabbed the hand rail, and with a deep breath, started hopping his way up. I saw his injured foot as he moved, and it looked nasty—a bit swollen but it was one nasty mass of purple-blue-black bruises. That must have hurt like a motherfucker. Still, he made it to the lip of the jacuzzi, and was positioned to make his way into the tub itself.

    So far so good.

    During all of this, I was trying to be nonchalant—I mean, really… sitting there naked, what was I going to say to a naked Greek God hopping his way into a hot tub with what looked like the grimmest of grim determination? As he moved, however, I slowly positioned myself to move fast if I needed to. But casually; I didn’t want to disrespect him or his effort, or give any indication that I didn’t think he could make it.

    Well, he didn’t make it.

    What happened next was a spectacular, slow-mo disaster. He had started down the stairs in the tub, with the water churning around him. He was clutching the hand rail with white-knuckle intensity as he hopped down the first of the steps. He made the first one, but not the second. His good foot slid out from under him, causing him to lose his balance, and he started going down. He desperately grabbed the rail and clutched it with one hand, which somewhat broke his fall, but his momentum meant that his body continued to pinwheel sideways, and he fell over backwards.

    Right towards where I was sitting.

    Ass first. Into my face.

    Purely by instinct, I shot my hands forward to keep him from smashing into me… and without any thought, squarely planted my hands on each one of his hairy asscheeks. Just like I was setting a volleyball.

    “Dude! Dudedudedudedudedude!” I barked out, trying to keep him from thrashing around and making things worse. “It’s ok, it’s ok… I got you. I’m not letting go, you’re good. Are you hurt?”

    “No,” he hissed back through gritted teeth. I imagine there was some pain, and an Olympic-sized heaping of absolute humiliation. “I’m ok. But… I can’t… I can’t stand up.”

    It was a preposterous situation. The guy’s naked ass was mere inches from my face. My hands, while keeping him steady, were slightly pushing his cheeks apart, giving me a close-up-and-personal view of the Olympian’s asshole, nestled in thick dark hair. I had never seen anyone’s asshole that close, and… well, his pucker had transfixed me. It was like….

    Jesus. What was I doing? Snap out of it. We have a situation, here!

    “Ok. We got this,” I said in what I hoped was a bright, easy-breezy tone. “I tell you what we’re gonna do. On the count of three, I’m going to push you forward. Once you get your center of gravity under you, grab onto the rail with your other hand to stabilize yourself. You should be able to pivot from there. Ok?”

    “Ok.  Hurry.” He bit off the words.

    “One… two… THREE!” I pushed him forward and he was able to regain his footing. He then shifted his weight, repositioned himself, and essentially came down with a splashing crash so that he was sitting next to me in the jacuzzi … utterly, completely, and ferociously humiliated.

    Not surprisingly, he didn’t make a sound as he sat there, just staring dejectedly across the bubbling water.  I was pretty speechless myself… I mean, I had never had any kind of contact with another guy in any part of his… business. But there it was, I had my hands fully on a guy’s ass, with my face close enough to kiss it good-night.

    But looking at him, any weirdness I might have felt completely evaporated. However awkward it might have been for me, it was a million times worse for him. He was likely feeling violated along with feeling humiliated. You couldn’t help but feel for him, and I decided to try and break the tension.

    In a relentlessly earnest tone, I said, “Well, at times like this there’s only one thing left to say, and that is… thank you for not farting in my face.”

    Olympian’s head snapped around to stare at me with slack-jawed amazement, too stunned to be mortified.

    Slowly, I started cracking up laughing… and a beat later he started in, too. Within moments we were both howling with laughter. In the midst of it all, I laughed out, “I knew there would be a full moon tonight… but I never expected it to look so big.” A new gale of laughter… we were both nearly crying at that point.

    Finally, we regained what composure a couple of naked guys in a hot tub could manage, and the laughter died down to a rumble. I cheerfully ventured, “Well, as the old saying goes, there is nothing so awful that can’t be made worse by having your friends mock you for it.”

    He still had a loopy grin on his face. “Ah. So you’re saying we’re friends now?”

    “Well, I certainly hope so!” I responded in a faux-scandalized tone. “Do you think I’m so loose that I’d grab just any guy’s ass?”

    He playfully karate-chopped a respectable splash of water in my face.  Then he extended his hand. “Ryan.”

    I gave it a hearty shake. “I’m Tim. Nice to meet you. Well formally, at least.”  We chuckled again. “So, Ryan, what happened to your foot? That looked ugly.”

    Ryan rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Jesus… it was the stupidest thing ever. I was walking down the stairs at my apartment to the laundry room. Not falling down the stairs, not skateboarding down the stairs, just walking. I stepped off the bottom stair and landed on my foot wrong. All my weight was on one side as I came down, and I essentially folded my foot in half, the long way.” I violently shuddered as he said that. “I ended up snapping three bones. I went to the clinic and there’s nothing they can really do… they’re in the middle of my foot, so a cast wouldn’t do any good. They gave me a brace to help immobilize it, but really I just have to let everything heal.”

    “Aw, man dude… that epicly sucks.”

    “Jesus, man, tell me about it. For a week I pretty much had to completely stay in bed except to eat and pee. I’m supposed to be on semi-complete bed rest this week… but I’ve been going out of my fucking mind. Bored to tears and completely left to my own devices. I’m at my best when active and it’s been a prison sentence. Finally, I snapped and decided to come here… and every part of this trip was a disaster. Driving with my foot like this absolutely sucks. It totally fucked up my routine, and I ended up humiliating myself with the first guy I see. I mean, fuck my life!”

    “Man, I’m so sorry.” I thought about something Ryan said. “So, no one to help out in your hour of need?”

    At this point, much of the lightness in his face vanished, replaced by brooding. “This is just the tip of the iceberg for the shit storm of my life. I just moved here about six weeks ago. After college I was playing volleyball out in California for a time, but got out of it and lined up a job here. My girlfriend and I moved here, and pow! Just like that, she dumps me like a day later and kicks me out of our new apartment. I had to scramble to find a new place… at least I never unpacked the first time. I started my job and the guys there a cool… but I mean, I barely know anyone’s name, so I can’t really ask them over to buy my groceries or help me get into the shower. Work’s being great about this, but at this point I kinda want to chuck everything into the garbage and start over anywhere else.”

    “Jesus, guy. I can’t even imagine.” He looked over and gave me a grateful, if still glowerful smirk.

    Now, normally I’m a pretty quiet guy. Friendly and easy going, sure… but again, kinda quiet and usually keeping more to myself. I don’t know quite what motivated me, but I ended up doing something completely out of character.

    “Well Ryan, as your best friend here in town, I’m going to help you. And I’m going to start by helping you out of this death trap.”  Ryan looked at me with surprise, and started to fumble out some sort of protest. I shut him down instantly. “No, don’t give me that… it’s going to be as tricky getting out as it was getting in. And sense we’ve already… broken the ice, so to speak, there’s no one better for the job. I’ve already established I got your ass covered when you need it.”

    He caught the glint in my eye as I said that last part, and with theatrical exacerbation agreed to this new assault on his dignity.

    In truth, I’m not sure how well he would have managed things if I wasn’t there to help. We stood up. He put one arm around my shoulders and leaned in tightly to me, so we were locked naked hip to naked hip. It was a comically surreal moment, made more bizarre when we were coming back down the stairs and our dicks were flopping around in perfect unison. As that happened, I found myself making the mental note that we were evenly matched in that department… both cut and bigger than average, although I was slightly thicker. And both of us with impressive man-bushes.

    Finally, I got him out of there, and we showered up to leave. I walked with him to the parking lot to make sure he didn’t have any trouble. He threw his gear into the seat and turned to me. “Tim… well, thanks, man. Thanks for… everything. I am… so, so sorry about this whole situation.”

    “We’re good man, I was happy to help. Hell, I haven’t got to third base since my girlfriend dumped me a couple months ago. So I owe you!” We laughed. And on a whim, I went on. “Look, if you’re new in town and all, my favorite watering hole is just around the corner. Care to join me?”

    Ryan thought about it for a second and I thought he was just going to slip home, but finally he broke out into a grin and said, “You know… why the hell not. Lead the way!”

    I don’t know what I was expecting, but we ended up having a blast. Once we were fully dressed and on more or less equal standing, Ryan really opened up. He was a jock… 100% a jock, with a jock-like mentality and view of the world. And he was incredibly competitive. But not in, well… a jackassery kind of way. I got the sense that he was a guy who wanted to really suck the marrow out of life and was constantly pushing himself. But I was surprised to find that just under the surface, he was a massive geek. We were both into comic books—thank God, we were both DC kind of guys, not Marvel—and had an unhealthy obsession with Star Wars (the real trilogy), TNG, and Lord of the Rings. It was a long time since I just plain connected with a guy like that.

    I surprised myself further by offering to swing by his place after work the next day to see how he was getting by, and was pumped that he agreed.

    Over the next few weeks, we had become fast friends, and I found myself helping him settle in to his new apartment and manage on his mangled foot. He was a sweetheart of a guy–outgoing and confident, and just plain fun to hang out with. Especially at first, we usually hung out at his place to keep him off his foot as much as possible.

    In time we became inseparable. Ryan… really brought me out of my shell. For a long time, I realized that although I genuinely was busy, I way too often used “being busy” as an excuse to hide. But Ryan pushed me out of my comfort zone, and I was appreciating the new perspective. 

    As I spent time with him, I noticed something… Ryan had a distinct scent. I mean, guys tend to anyway, but it was different with him. Stronger. I don’t mean in a bad way, it was just… Ryan.

    The other thing that was never far from my mind was just what a great body he had. And it was… memorable. So many guys keep themselves smooth as a young girl, but with his body hair Ryan just fucking oozed casual, confident masculinity. Maybe for comfort, maybe because he knew I had seen it all anyway, he usually just hung around in gym shorts, with or without a T-shirt. He never wore underwear, as evidenced by his bouncing bulge. And more than once when he was just sprawled out on the couch, his dick was… sprawling out, too.

    But the weird thing is… I still thought about his killer ass. Well, just sometimes. I mean, I don’t really go for that thing. I was straight. Totally straight. But… well, sometimes… if I was hanging out with him and he turned around, there was… I don’t know, a flash of memory. I mean, I had never come close to grabbing a guy back there. That was completely off-limits, forbidden territory. Guys are forever flashing their dicks, comparing each other’s dicks, laughing about their dicks. But a guy’s butt was, you know, dirty. Ugly. Nasty. The “butt” of raunchy humor.

    But not Ryan’s.

    I had always loved the pear-shaped softness of a woman’s ass, but Ryan’s was something totally different. Perfectly rounded, and yet straight direct lines. And I mean, it was… raw. Powerful. The thing was solid muscle. And recalling he had a covering of man-fur added to the impact, making it… so fucking masculine. So…

    …fucking sexy.

    Wait, what the fuck? Again, I’m not gay. I’m not into that shit.  What the hell was wrong with me?

    And yet, why was I daydreaming about him working out naked, thinking about that masculine ass flexing as he….

    Jesus. Stop. I’m not creeping on my buddy. Who is straight as an arrow. Hell, we’re both straight as an arrow.

    And yet, that straightness… well, that was part of the allure. In a weird sort of way. Forbidden. Dangerous.

    Fuck. Stop.

    So. At some point, after he had fully healed, Ryan and I decided to do a Lord of the Rings marathon. Of course, with the extended versions. This took a degree of planning, as we wanted to do them all back-to-back-to-back in one sitting. We both wrangled a totally free Saturday out of our schedules and planned on starting off at 11 AM… figuring that with bathroom breaks, stretches, and eating, we would still be going strong after midnight. We drew up a list of food so that we could indulge in a nice, steady gorge. I also sprung for the booze, so we could finish up everything in a blaze of glory. On the appointed day, we gathered at his place, killed the phones, and strapped ourselves in.

    It was a wonderful wallow. I mean, we both love the movies and totally let ourselves get swept into the story. After 11 hours and 26 minutes of viewing time, we were pretty much useless blobs of flesh splayed across his couch, even with regular stretch breaks to keep us limber. The final hour or so of Return of the King always keeps me absolutely riveted, and puts me through the emotional ringer, no matter how many times I watch it… I barely moved a muscle at all.

    We had fallen into a companionable silence as it finally ended, as we both took long draws of whiskey. Reflecting. I finally broke the silence. “You know, no matter how many times I see it, that part where Sam says ‘I can carry you!’ makes me cry like a baby. Amazing.”

    There was a long silence, that seemed… significant. Finally, Ryan responded, in a voice quieter than I had ever heard from him before. “Tim? … You know… I’d carry you up that mountain.”

    Young guys, including Ryan and I, pretty much run on snarky comebacks and ball busting. But I had nothing to say. No retort. I just looked over at my friend, mere inches away from me on the couch, and took him in, in quiet wonderment. Ryan finally went on. “You… you came into my life at a really dark time. A really dark time. You got me through everything and always had my back, never asking for anything. Just… always there. I’ve… I’ve never had a friend like you.”

    I… I don’t quite know what was going through my mind. Or maybe it wasn’t going through my mind, but my heart. Without thought, I reached over and lay my hand on his shoulder. I think the gesture was originally meant to just be friendly, acknowledging.

    But… the feel of him….

    The heat of him. The muscles rippling with power. I think my hand… trembled. We looked at each other. Really looked at each other. And my heart… started racing. I had never had a friend like him, either. A guy who was ready to take a bullet for me. Who always pushed me but was there in a heartbeat to catch me if things went south. There was… something I couldn’t explain racing between the two of us. Connecting us. In response to my touch, he reached over to me, with his fingers gently sliding around to the back of my neck. Ryan all but cradling my head. No, it wasn’t cradling… it wasn’t… well, gentle. It wasn’t rough, it was just… strong. There was an intensity.

    And my breath became ragged.

    We looked at each other, and slowly drew ourselves in… for a hug. My face at his right ear. And I closed my eyes.

    And… the scent of him. That smell of Ryan, strong at the end of a long day. Strong as anything. It filled me. And a thousand feelings exploded inside me all at once. His scent somehow sparked images in my mind. His cocky grin. His strong hands rubbing my shoulders. The low baritone of his voice. His sweat after a workout. The way he flushed when he was active. The power this guy had. The confidence. The way he pushed me. The way he made me feel like a million bucks every time we were together.

    I don’t know what came over me. It was all entirely instinct. I felt myself, turning my head, leaning in, and dragging my lips across his skin. Tasting him. Breathing him. I was hard as a rock.

    His breath caught sharply as I did so, and he breathed out a growl like a wolf catching the scent of prey.

    And then it was on.

    Without any warning I found myself in the most intense… fuck, the most violent kiss of my life. I had kissed plenty of girls in my time, and I pretty much knew the procedure, especially for a first, unexpected kiss. It should be subtle, engaging, asking for more, testing her interest.

    Not this kiss. Not with a man. As a kissing partner, Ryan was a force of nature. The power of this guy, even in his lips. He was simultaneously trying to rev my engines, suck out my tongue, at eat me alive. I had to respond force with force… blaze as fiercely as he was blazing, or risk being burned. All of the feelings I had thought about him, whether they were conscious thoughts or not, roared to life. I became an animal, driving hard. Encouraging him to burn hotter.  With our lips locked together, Ryan rolled on top of me, our hands grabbing each other. I was simultaneously glorying in the touch of his skin under my fingers, and grabbing for leverage as I readied a new assault.

    And pressed together like that? With Ryan on top of me?  Oh yeah, I could feel just how much he was into this.

    After a few minutes, I needed more. The fucker’s body had teased me for far too long. I abruptly pushed him back and sat up so we were looking each other square in the eye. The intensity of that gaze was something else… in any other context, I would have been scared shitless. But not now… it was exactly what I needed to see: hunger.

    I crossed my arms and in one quick motion ripped my T-shirt over my head. He watched with open lechery, then mirrored the gesture himself. Fuck. That fucking chest, bristling with man hair, was all mine.

    I dove forward and attacked his chest with my mouth, starting with his nipples. It was a sloppy meal, wet with spit. I tasted the salt of his sweat. “Oh yeah FUCK DUDE!” Ryan barked out. I was leaning hard against him, and he started bucking hard against me, letting out a rumbling growl of pleasure. I dragged my now 12-o’clock stubble across his chest, causing him to snap his neck back and hiss, and I started devouring his other hairy nipple, sucking it for all I was worth. Ryan’s torso rippled with excitement, and one of his powerful hands grabbed my head in encouragement, his fingers forcefully massaging my scalp. His other hand shot upward, as he roughly ran his fingers back through his hair as he moaned.

    Doing so flashed his hairy arm pit at me, close to my face. I don’t know what the hell possessed me, but in that moment, instinct kicked in. I left his nipple and buried my face in his pit. Breathing in his scent. Slobbering through his fur with my mouth and tongue.

    This brought an immediate response from Ryan, who howled in surprised pleasure before dissolving into garbled words of desperate encouragement. Fuck. I breathed in his scent again and again—a scent of sweat and testosterone, the bedrock of masculinity. I was used to it from being around guys, but this was infinitely more potent and personal. It nearly overwhelmed me, hitting me in ways I couldn’t imagine. I had never experienced anything like it. What the fuck? I’d always thought the smell was nasty, what we took showers for. But this was just making my cock harder and bringing out the animal in me.

    Finally, Ryan grabbed my head and hauled my face back up to his, landing a massive kiss on my sloppy lips that hit me like right hook. His rapid dog make-out style made me unleash a desperate moan.

    But Ryan was just getting started.

    I was stunned at how physical it was being with a guy. Like we were on the court on a sweaty one-on-one session that was going to determine once and for all who won a long-running bet. Every time I’d been with a woman, it was teasing, seductive. She responded to me. But Ryan? He initiated. He knew what he wanted and fucking took it.

    So, he essentially threw me backwards, and dove hard onto my chest with his mouth. His scruffy face raged across my chest, setting my hairy pecs on fire with his stubble. Oh yeah… I was definitely with a guy. He swung back and forth with his open mouth, his lips soothing while his chin scoured. He swung upwards and fucking attacked my neck… one of my hot spots. I hissed out a jubilant “Fuck YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!” as he man-handled me, with my hands raking his back, which was starting to get slick with sweat.

    Fuck…sweat. Sweat is, generally, that essential lubricant that greases the wheels of so many male relationships. It was now taking on new meaning for me. It wasn’t just the slickness of it as I felt his skin. The familiar, distinctive tang of man-sweat was filling my nose, seared forever into the memory of man-sex with Ryan. I was never going to be same being around guys in a workout.

    I then felt his hands slide down my hairy torso to my waist. Without hesitation, his hands started wrenching my shorts and underwear down, and with almost a snap! you could hear my steel-hard cock spring free and slap against my hairy crotch. With no hesitation, Ryan dove down and took me into his mouth.

    “OH MY GOD!” I bellowed, arching my back and nearly lifting off the couch. Fucking fuck! His lips sealed around my cock head and he sucked in hard. Then I could feel his tongue circling my cockhead in his mouth, making my whole body shake. There had never been any indication whatsoever that he had done anything with a guy before; I think was pure instinct and masculine awareness of what a man needed. He then started bobbing up and down a couple of times, getting used to me, and then opened up his jaw and dove down as far as he could go. I was stunned. My dick is a good 7” long and fucking thick, and nearly very woman I’d been with couldn’t handle it. Ryan could. And right there I had gotten the best-feeling blowjob I had ever experienced. No other woman’s even came close. The fact that it was being given by the sexiest, most ruggedly masculine guy I knew ratcheted up my excitement a thousand-fold.

    Ryan kept doing a couple of deep dives, slurring his tongue down my shaft as he went. He’d pull back and then do a few rapid-fire bobs on my cockhead. He then slid down and attacked my balls. By this time, I was yelling out an unending stream of expletives. He worked each of my hairy balls, sucking them one at a time and grinding his face into my crotch. He swung his head to the side and spit out a couple hairs, but went back at it with greater ferocity. I had never been so hard in my life. My balls were absolutely churning in response to him, and when he went back down on me, I realized how close I was to blowing my load.

    Fuck that… not yet.

    Fighting every instinct I had, I pulled him off my cock and locked lips with him again. After I second, I pulled back, fixed him a primal glare and snarled out, “My turn.”

    I pushed him back, in wrenched his gym shorts off. And I determined that I was going to repay his efforts with the best fucking blowjob he had ever dreamed about. It was fucking amazing taking his dick into my mouth, it was both harder and softer than I would have expected. He was longer than me, although not nearly as thick, giving me a different challenge in sucking him. But as a guy, I knew the secret to great head was to actually suck the dick, not to limply bob around it. Pressure, and variety were the keys. And I was sucking for all I was worth as I dove down this shaft, making him roar. A part of me wondered if we were being way too loud for apartment living… but fuck that shit. We were unleashed, and there was no tip-toeing around for a pair of manly guys driving each other wild.

    I had no experience, and that first deep dive down his cock made me gag. I mastered myself, and tried again, realizing my limits. I made some headway, but thought about taking a different approach. I puckered my lips and then slid down his shaft sideways, and he arched his back while belting out a “Fucking YES man! SUCK ME!” After doing this a couple times, I buried my face in his man bush, and breathed him in. His man musk drove me absolutely wild. His sweaty pits were crazy enough, but this new scent had a musk drenched in pheromones. It was completely different from going down on a woman, and far… richer. It was the absolute essence of masculinity, a raw musk screaming his need to mate without the need of words.

    I kept after him. Ryan’s hands wrapped around my head, his fingers digging into my scalp in a fearsome massage. With one hand, I reached up to start jacking him off slowly, while my other hand reached up to work his hairy nipples. I tickled his balls with my tongue and, encouraged by his shouts, went after them one at a time. Breathing his musk. I was in heaven.

    I shifted up to suck his cock again, working him like an oil well until my jaw started to hurt. I went back to his balls and dug deep.

    And then it got interesting. While down there, I flashed my tongue to his taint, knowing how much I loved getting attention behind my balls. Fuck… my man Ryan did, too. Clearly. His body absolutely convulsed as I did so, while Ryan unleashed an explosive grunt. I repeated the move, and if anything his response the second time was even bigger. I started working his hairy taint hard with my mouth, and his cries escalated. Along the way, his musk was getting… stronger. Darker.

    And I had an idea. One that I think had been in my mind ever since that first day we met. I had… a hunger inside me to reacquaint myself with his ass. There was no discussion. There was no request, no consent. I reached my hands under his ass cheeks, and quickly lurched him up so his ass was lifted off the couch, nearly folding Ryan in half. His breathing and guttural sounds slowed for a second, as if he wasn’t sure what was about to happen.

    And I dove face first into his hairy ass.

    It was electric. For all my newly-discovered appreciation for the scent of a man, nothing prepared me for the overwhelming masculine musk of Ryan’s butt. It was earthy, primal, slightly sour… raw masculinity. His funk filled my nose and I went into full-on Grizzley Bear mode. I think I was minutes away from hyperventilating, desperately dragging my face through his hairy trench, scenting myself with him.

    And then I opened my mouth and fucking ate his ass like it was my last chance at life.

    Ryan fucking roared louder than an entire pack of wolves baying at the moon. “FUCKING EAT MY ASS DUDE!! FUCKING…. OH FUCKING FUUUUUUUUUCK!!”

    It was far, far hotter than eating a pussy. Especially since I gathered Ryan had never in his life experienced anything like this and was clearly losing his fucking mind. I found his hairy hole and sealed my lips around it, sucking for all I was worth. As it opened up, I drove my tongue inside him as deep as it would go. Then, I started making out with his pucker, as violently as we had been kissing. I started fast, sweeping shakes left to right, then did a long, obscene lick that started at the top of his crack and led back to his hole. And started all over again. 

    He started bucking against me, with one hand reaching down to pull my face into his hairy ass as far as it would go. The other arm hooked behind his knees to keep them out of the way.

    God, I had never, never been so fucking horned up in my life. It was insane… this was the deepest, most personal part of a guy’s body. Yet my Greek God of a buddy was openly giving it to me. And as exciting as it was for him, it was a thousand times better for me. I was fulfilling a fantasy I realized I had wanted from the second his ass nearly crashed into my face. This was a dream fucking come true.

    Well, almost come true. I realized that there was another way his ass had been calling to me. And I had to have it. I guess I should have asked him, but I was far, far too gone. My body was flooded with testosterone, and my dick was hard enough to cut diamonds. And every fiber of my being was throbbing with animalistic hunger. And my prey was there at my feet.

    I sat up to reposition myself. I sucked a finger, and slid it deep inside his twitching hole while I went back to sucking his balls. He loved it, undulating against me while tossing his head back and letting out a rattling howl. I slid in another finger, and then spat into my hand, so I could lube up my cock. I leaned forward and lined up my cockhead with his hairy hole. And gently pushed it up and down.

    Ryan could have no delusions about my intent. He just looked at me, panting, and opened his lips to reveal clinched teeth. I pushed forward again. Nothing. I pushed harder. Still nothing. I then shifted to put more weight into it, and with pop, I broke through. 

    We both let out animal sounds… me from the incredible tightness of his chute that gripped by dick in a glorious death-grip. It was heat. It was pressure. It was the best fucking feeling I ever felt. Ryan, however, shouted out in pain. His head swung down and his body clinched as he tried to accommodate the steel girder invading his innards. Every instinct I had was screaming for me to dive in, to make my dick come alive. But somehow, I held back. No. Ryan and I were in this together.

    “Its ok bud,” I whispered forcefully. “I got you, I got you. Just breathe. Breathe. Let your body work. It knows what it wants. Just breathe. We’ll play through the pain together. Breathe.” Ryan nodded curtly in response, and I started rubbing my hand in lazy circles across his hairy chest, working his nipples. “Breathe, man. Just breathe.”

    I could feel some of the tension leaving his body, and was hoping it was working… Jesus I sure hope it was working, because I fucking wanted to plow him harder than I had ever wanted anything before in my life. He looked up at me, and our eyes bored into each other. It was a connection… deeper than anything I had ever felt for anyone else. We breathed in unison, together. I instinctively slid my hand around his dick, and began to jerk him off with slow, insistent pressure. As I watched, his eyes slowly filled with lust.

    “It’s better,” he said thickly. “Yeah. Better.”

    “Buddy, ’better’ is just getting started.”

    I started small thrusts, little more than rocking back and forth, and watched as his body slowly started to respond. Soon he started rocking in time with me, matching my movements, and I could finally start to feel myself sliding into him.

    And it was fucking fantastic. Tighter than anything. I could feel the muscles gripping my dick and I started pushing in more insistently. 

    “OH GAWD,” Ryan said as his eyes rolled back. I pushed in a bit more. He took in a sharp breath and yipped out “THERE! Do that again!” I did, and Ryan’s head flew back and his whole spine rippled. “Fucking YES!” I knew I had hit his magic spot, and started thrusting hard again and again. I increased my thrusts. Back and forth. Back and forth. Deeper each time. Whatever pain the guy had felt before seemed to vanish, along with any reservations or inhibitions. “Fucking FUCK me man! JESUS!”

    This was my cue. I had held off far too long. The hunger was far too great. I grabbed Ryan tight, and went for glory, driving my hairy cock to the hilt, as far as I could go… my man bush scouring his hole. It was a release and an absolute thunderbolt for both of us, as we both let out a primal scream. When we gasped for breath, we locked eyes… and I leaned down and drove our mouths together. As we kissed, I cantilevered my torso and started fucking him hard.

    I can’t begin to describe how hot it was, our faces together, looking each other in the eye as we breathlessly panted against each other. Each dive inside him made my dick fucking sing, gripped in the hottest, tightest hole… as if every muscle inside him was violently working my entire shaft at once. Ryan bore down on my cock as each stroke pulled out, heightening the feeling. I felt like I was fucking on top of the fucking world.

    And it wasn’t like I was dominating him, he was throwing down as hard as I was, fucking me as hard as I was fucking him. He threw his body against me harder than I thought possible, especially given his awkward position. It was like we were both reaching for something deeper, stronger, and finding it inside of ourselves… and together. That was it… it was shared. It was the most violent fuck I had ever had, but somehow it was the most intimate thing imaginable. Given how guys are such animals anyway, I didn’t know man sex could be that intimate.

    And I was pounding him like a piston, each stoke making us howl all the more. I always thought that gay sex was week, effeminate. This was hands down the most masculine experience of my life. Our sweat ran together, and he fucking raked my back with his fingers, finally pulling us as tightly together as we could imagine.

    But given my excitement, given the intensity, there was no way I could last. Sure enough, and far too soon, I could feel that familiar rush as my balls got ready to explode. My thrusts became more wild, less controlled, and my breathing got more ragged. As loud as I had been through all of this, my grunts turned into a full-throated roar. To my absolute astonishment, I could Ryan getting ready to fire, too. His head started swinging wildly, and his fingers dug into me like a jaws of life.

    Without warning, or him even touching his dick, his head finally snapped back and he let loose the most terrifying sound I had ever heard from him… and his dick exploded in cum that fucking shot everywhere. I mean, thick ropes of jizz that splattered across both our chests.

    More to the point, his ass clenched down so hard I though it was going to sheer my dick right off. It was the greatest feeling of my life, and I exploded deep inside him. My ears filled with a roar like a tornado, and I swear my entire body convulsed as I let loose. I don’t think I’d ever cum that hard in my life.

    I think I kept thrusting inside him for a bit as we both recovered. We both… well, luxuriated in the feeling of coming down together. Completely unwilling to break that incredible intimacy we shared. We never wanted it to stop.

    As we caught our breath, our lips found each other and we made out passionately. It was absolute euphoria.

    I was on top of the world. Ryan’s ass, which had haunted me for months, was finally mine.

    …And it was better than I could have possibly imagined.

  • Drilling My Girlfriend’s nephew

    Debbie and I have been living together for a while to save money. She has three kids and an 18-year-old nephew, Cooper, who does babysit and cleaning duty since she works a lot of hours during the week on night shift as a nurse’s assistant.

    I knew Cooper was gay when I moved in with them, and it’s never really been an issue until recently. I’ve noticed Cooper staring at my crotch for long stints of time, and other inappropriate things like getting out of the shower naked and walking past our bedroom to get a towel from the linen closet.

    Sure, Cooper is in awesome shape as a tumbler and cheerleader, but I’m not gay.

    My name is Randy. I’m 47 years old, 6’ tall and 220 lbs. My hair is brown and my eyes are hazel. I’m still in pretty good shape even though I don’t work out as much as I used to.

    Anyway, the other night Debbie was at work for the night and me, Cooper, and the kids ended up falling asleep on the sofa while watching Stranger Things on Netflix. It’s wild because I refused to give the show a chance because I’m not a sci-fi kinda guy, but it has grown on me. The kids went to bed leaving Cooper and I in the living room on the sofa with only the light from the TV illuminating the room.

    I’d awaken to find Cooper’s soft hands wrapped around my then-raging shaft which had been pulled through the pee slit of my pajama pants. I’d continue to play asleep with my eyes closed since it actually felt pretty good and Debbie hadn’t given me any attention in weeks. I ended up exploding all over Cooper’s hands and the front of his shirt…all while playing possum the whole time.

    The next morning when Debbie came through the door from work, I felt so guilty. I felt that she knew what had happened. You could cut the tension with a knife as she, Cooper, and myself sat at the table eating breakfast.

    “You’re doing a good job holding this house together, Cooper!” exclaimed Debbie in a passive aggressive tone obviously meant to suggest that I don’t contribute enough.

    If only she knew that Cooper was milking me last night while he thought I was asleep.

    The next few days went by without event because I was offshore for work. For some reason I’d been EXTRA horny the 4 days I was offshore. I usually wear Dickies or blue jeans at work with no underwear. Hell, I haven’t worn underwear regularly as far back as I can remember. There’s something constricting about underwear, and it’s uncomfortable for me.

    Anyway, a couple days ago I was up on the dock talking with a coworker and I noticed one of the new, effeminate crewmen staring in my direction from afar. You know how you can FEEL when someone is staring at you?

    I continued my conversation and glanced over out of the corner of my eye and now there were two of them gawking and giggling.

    What the fuck were they looking at?

    I looked down and damn, there it was.

    My cock was throbbing under my light denim jeans that were now a size too small. We all put on a little weight during the pandemic and my jeans had me looking like I was gym bro who’d been putting in extra time on leg day—-NOT LOL.

    In addition to that there was a pool of precum that’d gathered at the tip of my shaft. I was so embarrassed, and clearly sex deprived.

    There I was… basically bursting at the seams, but unable to relieve myself. For one, working offshore you sleep in tight bunkbeds with other crewmates. This means it’s not easy to pop on a porno and rub one off.

    In addition to that, I’ve never really been able to cum solo. In other words, I can jack off to get hard, but it never gets me to a climax…which is weird because it DOES work when someone else does… like when Cooper did the other night.

    Anyway, back to the story…

    Cooper’s a senior in high school and takes his classes online so he can be with the kids, but every now and then he has a practice or football game. Debbie’s car was down so that meant we all had to share my truck.

    This threw a kink in the chain because now, instead of Debbie going to work in her own car and coming back when her shift was over, one of us would have to drop her off at about 10p, then be back in the morning at 6a to pick her up…unless she was staying over to get overtime.

    It started to get kind of hectic because I’d have to set the alarm for 5:30a to get up and to her on time. On some days I’d get all the way there and she’d text saying “Oops, forgot to tell you I’m picking up some overtime.”

    I worked my 4-day shift offshore, then it happened.

    On my first day back on land, it was my turn to drop Debbie off at work. This was going to be the perfect time to hopefully get some of this pressure out of me. Debbie gives amazing blowjobs, and I was hoping she’d suck me up before going in to work.

    I mean, things are pretty hectic at home and we never really get any privacy. If it’s not one of the little ones coming into our room to ask for juice, her oldest is getting into some kind of trouble. She says THIS is why we don’t have sex anymore.

    When I first met her, we’d pull off into the parking lot of a closed business and she’d lean over and give the wettest, sloppiest blowjobs I’d ever had.

    Once we left the house headed to her hospital, I put my middle and index fingers in my mouth to gather a little spit, then reached over into her scrubs to finger her a little. I knew this would get her in the mood and we’d be pulled over somewhere with her sucking or riding me.

    “Randy would you just stop!” she exclaimed.

    “All you care about is yourself…” she continued.

    And oh, did she continue. As she went on and on about me and how selfish I am… blah, blah, blah, I just tuned her out and kept driving.

    I made it back to the house and Cooper and all the kids were in the living room—you guessed it—watching Stranger Things.

    I wasn’t in the mood, so I went to bed. It was late, and I was exhausted.

    I drifted off to sleep and had one of the most amazing dreams. It was a continuation of what’d happened earlier, only this time, Debbie had leaned over and licked around the tip of my shaft…

    A drop of salty precum gurgled up and added to the moisture of the spit already on her tongue as she looked up at me.

    Then I awakened to realized there was a piece of reality connected to that dream. Cooper had climbed under the covers between my legs and was licking around the tip of my dick.

    I shuddered.

    He stopped.

    I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep while he went to town on my throbbing member.

    The room was pitch black with only the light glow of the moon and the alarm clock providing any light.

    He then wrapped his warm, wet lips around the tip and slurped his way all the way down to the base.

    Damn…

    Electricity shot through my body.

    Cooper held my cock in his throat, to the base, for at least 15 seconds straight.

    He then slowly pulled back off of it with the suction of a Hoover vacuum.

    Then back down…

    The slurping sounds combined with his soft moans were driving me insane.

    It was becoming harder and hard to pretend to be asleep.

    My breathing grew faster and faster as he milked me with his throat.

    I couldn’t take it anymore; I was about to cum!!!

    “Fuuuuuck, fuuuuuck,” I moaned as I sat up in the bed and grabbed the back of his head pushing it down to the base once more.

    I looked down at Cooper… tears welling in his eyes as he looked up at me while throating my dick in his aunt’s bed.

    Without saying a word, he climbed up on top of me. Straddling me.

    Looking me directly in the eye, with one smooth, muscled thigh on each side, Cooper began to grind his ass against my dick which was now pointing straight toward the ceiling.

    I was confused.

    What was he about to do? He wasn’t about to…

    Then it happened. His tight, moist hole had swallowed the tip of my throbbing str8 cock.

    Cooper winced.

    Like he was hurt… it was cute… it was awakening a different side of me.

    As I looked up at Cooper in all his glory, I could see his muscled chest, washboard abs, and tight waist over me as he slid his wet hole and round glutes all the way down on my cock.

    His eyes rolled to the back of his as he moaned “Fuck me, daddy.”

    It felt soooo good inside his warm, wet innards.

    My heart was racing. His ass was like a vacuum too… pulling the cum out of me.

    He started to pick up the pace, riding me like a bull.

    I could feel my balls pull into me while he threw his head back once again.

    I grabbed him by the waist and flipped over missionary position with one calf in each of my hands as I spread him eagle wide.

    My cock never left his yearning hole the entire time.

    I started to pound him.

    Slow at first, growling with each repetition.

    Drops of sweat were falling onto his face from my body as he moaned louder and louder. I picked up the pace and took my right hand and wrapped it around his neck—choking him.

    His face was turning red as I drilled him like a jackhammer.

    “Take this dick, Coop,” I growled.

    “Fuck me, Daddy,” he replied.

    “Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ohhh,” he exclaimed.

    He was getting too loud. Between the squeak of the mattress and the knocking of the headboard against the walls, I thought we would wake up the kids, so I put my hand over his mouth—muffling the sounds he was making.

    I started getting tired so I rolled back over and he climbed back on top.

    This time he turned around and sat reverse cowgirl and eased my cock between his round, soft globes all the way down to the to the base.

    “I’m about to cum,” he said…apparently jacking himself off as he rode me.

    “Oh, Randy,” he moaned as his rope of cum shot out over his shoulder landing on my chest.

    As he continued to climax, his hole tightened and gripped my dick even tighter…milking me.

    As I saw his soft, teen ass go all the way down to my pubes, I lost it.

    “Uggggggh,” I groaned as I watched the base of my cock lurch shooting rope after rope of hot cum into Cooper.

    I almost passed out from the climax.

    I was out of breath.

    So was Cooper.

    He rolled over onto his side allowing my dick to plop out. It literally made a “plop” sound followed by a stream of my thick, creamy cum gurgling out of his hole.

    My now drained cock laid across my thigh—exhausted.

    So was I.

    ***Alarm goes off***

    Time to go pick up Debbie from work.

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  • Discovering The Real Luke

    The first discovery

    The next few days are pretty chilled although I feel a bit nervous when I get a call about having to come back to the college despite pretty much everything being finished for the semester. I head there at the time that I’m requested and quickly get a sigh of relief when I see a few of my friends so it’s all good news.

    Sitting there with them, they tell me that our lecturer Chris wants to give us back our results and feedback individually which is a relief. I wait for a while as Chris is running late like always so about 40 minutes after I should’ve seen him I do.

    Walking in Chris smiles “I have a major issue with your report Luke” he says as I look stunned and then think about the whole saga with the plagiarism. “Chris… if this is” he stops me and puts his hand up to stop me and starts laughing.

    “The major issue that I have Luke is that there are no issues, it is absolutely perfect more or less,” he says and I let out a massive sigh of relief after thinking there were going to be issues. Chris talks about how polished the report is and how much passion that I must have had for my hometown when I wrote the report because it comes across that way.

    Thinking about it, I’m not really sure that I do love Franklin but as he keeps talking about I think about it and realise that I do miss my hometown even though I love the city. The relationship that I’ve got with Dad at the moment seems like it might be the best it’s ever been although it might be the fact that we’re apart that helps us at the moment.

    Sitting down listening to Chris, I appreciate all the positivity on my work especially after he tells me that in 15 years of teaching this subject this is the best report like this he’s ever seen in a first-year student. I get up happy, “Luke, I heard about the plagiarism situation and I knew that you hadn’t plagiarised and I put that in my submission when asked; You could tell this was a report written with passion,” he says to me as I smile knowing that I’m sitting at the top of the class.

    As I leave, he gives me an envelope that he was asked to give me which I don’t open and walk out of the room and head out to the main courtyard. Sitting there, Amy gives me a smarmy smile which I look at her and smile as I walk over to her not deliberately causing trouble but at the same time not trying to avoid it as well.

    “What did you think of your marks?” I ask her as she sits there with this air of superiority as she smirks “I got a 41 out of 50, that’s a pretty good mark and sits me up the top” she says arrogantly as I don’t let anything on right now.

    Sitting there Amy looks at me as she gives Cam a glare as he walks past as I give him a nod to acknowledge him as Amy turns her attention back to me “You must’ve got a shock with your mark, all that effort and to just get that it’s such a shame”. Her fake concern is sickening as I keep listening to her slip up about being behind everything that happened.

    “Oh, it must’ve been such a shock about having to face the academic review board because of your report and the plagiarism,” she says to me as I give her an inquisitive look and realise that she has put her foot in it but don’t let it on because I want to see her squirm her way out of trouble.

    “Yeah it was a big shock, but it was just such a tough time you know,” I say playing up almost like I want to be her friend which I think might be part of her aims on this is pretty much blackmailing me into being one of her cronies.

    She has a smirk on her face as I keep playing up about how tough it was “Yeah, to go through all that was just tough and I’ve got to see what happened” I say as her smirk grows bigger. “Well look, I can help you out if you want some help, I can get you some work with my Dad if things don’t go right although he’s pretty strict about where people keep the information,” she says to me as I let her carry on this rescuer act before I’ve had enough.

    I stand up for a minute and start to go “I’ll think about it Amy” I say taking two steps before stopping “How did you know about what happened to me?” I ask her as she confidently answers me. “I heard Justin and Steph talking about it earlier,” she says all confidently which proves that she is really nothing more than a simple sociopath.

    “No… no, you didn’t” I say to her as she is adamant that she heard somebody talk about it “I know you didn’t because there are only two other people that know about what happened to me and that’s my boyfriend and my dad”.

    Amy’s face drops as she quickly realises that she is stuck in the mud “I know you were behind everything against me” as I say that she gets defensive and aggressive towards me.  “You sound absolutely delusional Luke, thankfully nobody here will be having to deal with you again,” she says as I shake my head.

    “I might be a country kid, but I don’t live under a rock because I knew that it was you behind the blackmail messages on my OnlyFans page threatening to out me which is honestly the lowest thing that you could do and then I knew you were behind my USB getting stolen with my report on it and uploading it”. Amy’s face changes one from disappointment but almost one of joy that she’s thinking that she’s won in this situation.

    As she looks across at me she has another smirk on her face “I always get what I want and when you’re like me, you have to take steps to do it but it’s done so I’ll finish all this without pests like you” she says as I nod not letting on that I got cleared.

    “Well, I mean, I felt anger at you for all this but now I feel nothing but pity for you that you’re so obsessed with being at the top you have to stoop to levels like that so you feel important,” I say as I genuinely feel sorry for her. “But then I also feel even worse that you have to stoop to that level to get what you want and honestly, it doesn’t work,” I say to her as she gets a stunned look over her face.

    “WHAT?” her anger growing “What the hell do you mean it doesn’t work, it 100% worked because there was absolutely nothing that could see you get out of it,” she says to me as I just smile at her frantic state.

    “I got cleared, you can go and ask the review board because I got cleared about 20 minutes after we finished” I might have embellished a bit on how quick it was but I look directly at her. “It was a faultless plan, I’m going to fucking get those pricks that did this,” she says with a very scary vindictiveness in her voice as I look at her.

    I let out a sigh “You know what Amy, I’m actually glad that you did this because you helped me prove to myself that I’m happy with who I am as a person” I say to her giving him more time of day than she deserves but I know that it isn’t what she wanted to hear as I walk off.

    “Oh yeah, the board knows everything that you’ve done to me as well and I’ve lodged an official complaint for harassment so enjoy that,” I say walking off and head back to my car as I look back and see Amy shut down and get angry. I didn’t actually put in the complaint, but I want her to know that I’m not going to sit back and just cop any of her crap in the future.

    The next week is a pretty relaxed week with work closed while the shop is getting renovated and then no Uni, I don’t know what to do with myself so I get plenty of solo filming out of the way so that there is plenty of stuff in the bank for when I get busy that I can upload.

    AJ and I have been back in a good place where everything has been so much casual and open that I’ve managed to convince him to get back into filming and since doing that he feels like a more relaxed person.

    Approaching my birthday, it’s a weird time because AJ is trying to spoil me even though I said that I don’t want to be spoiled but it’s nice with the little things that he has done for me. In the week leading up, he has either made me breakfast or bought me breakfast after we hit the gym together.

    It’s the week of my birthday and I have mixed feelings about anything that could happen because I know that Dad is coming down to visit me but then at the same time I don’t know what is going to happen because my mother still won’t speak to me and Dad doesn’t say anything about her other than us texting and talking whenever she is not around.

    08:53 am: “Hi Luke, it’s your Dad I was just wondering if it would be ok to come down on the Thursday instead of Friday?”

    I laugh at the message because Dad still hasn’t realised even in all this time with a phone that he doesn’t need to say that it’s him because it comes up from his phone. I look at AJ “Hey bro, Dad wants to know if he can come down on Thursday rather than Friday because he wants to do some stuff in the city” I say that as AJ nods and smirks.

    “Stop smirking, he just wants to explore a bit like the Museums and the art gallery those kinds of things,” I say to AJ as he looks and nods. “Yeah, fair enough I guess so where do you want him to sleep?” he asks me as I haven’t really thought about it.

    I sit there and think for a minute “Is there someone where we can put him where we haven’t had sex?” AJ asks as I laugh about it thinking about all that.

    “Well, my bed is out… the spare room is out, your room is out… guess the couch is out too,” I say laughing knowing that there isn’t a space in the house where AJ and I or either of us has had sex with someone else for filming or just in general.

    In the end, we just put Dad in the spare room and completely re-do everything in there taking everything out that could make it awkward. “This is going to be weird having no bedroom set up for sex and filming,” AJ says as he looks at me and smiles.

    “How long have you had that room set up for filming?” I ask as we start to put away the lighting stuff and cameras that AJ has in the room. “Honestly, since moving in here this was always the sex room,” he says laughing as we pack things away.

    I pick up a box of toys from under the bed “There are so many things I haven’t seen in here before” I say laughing going through them as AJ whacks me “We’re supposed to be cleaning and getting the room ready for your Dad to come and stay”.

    Not being able to help myself, I go through a range of things that I’ve never seen before ranging from cock rings to nipple clamps that turn me on. “Luke now is not the time for that” AJ says like a strict parent which is fair because he is doing most of the tidying up right now.

    I sulk as I put them into my room and play through them again as AJ comes and gets me “If you get this cleaned up perfectly then tonight, I’ll use some of them on you”. AJ’s promise gets me back working as quickly as possible to get the room ready.

    Looking at it after almost rebuilding the room, I smile as AJ puts his arm around me as I look at him “Thanks for letting my Dad stay here for a few days, I know it’s awkward and that you don’t like him but” AJ stops me for a minute.

    “Who said that I don’t like your Dad?” he says as I look shocked as he laughs “Your Dad is a nice guy and genuinely I like him as a person because he accepted you for who you are,” he says as I nod.

    “It’s your Mum that I cannot stand for how she acts and treats you,” he says as I have to calm him down a bit. “Look, let’s just forget about my parents for the rest of the day and just go out and go down to the club for a while,” I say just wanting a de-stress for a little while knowing that it could be a tough few days potentially.

    That night AJ and I have a good time enjoying more cocktails than we probably needed to have and can’t keep our hands off each other heading back to the apartment. AJ and I get into bed but somehow manage to resist the urge to fuck knowing that we both have to be up early but there is a pretty hot connection right now and we make out and jerk each other cumming in each other’s hands.

    The next morning, we’re up early both naked and covered in cum from the night before as we get up both hungover from the night before rocking the most massive headache possible. Sitting there having breakfast in just a pair of shorts, I can’t do much because my head is pounding right now.

    AJ looks at me “Hungover on the morning your Dad is coming to town is going to go over well” he says as I slump my head back to the table and just wish the noise would stop even though I’ve got to go to work.

    Dragging myself up from the table, my stomach is churning because I don’t know if Mum is coming with Dad which would make things more interesting even though he said that he was coming down alone. Heading to work, it’s annoyingly busy today but being a Thursday it’s natural that it is busy and I have to deal with the most annoying people.

    11:45 am: “Help me, bro… I’m dying”

    I text AJ wanting help even though I’m only in the second hour of a six-hour shift as strong coffee and Panadol is getting me through the afternoon and I’m struggling to keep any food that I eat down. Thankfully, there’s a bit of a lull in customers right now and I do some work out the back of the shop which allows me to rest for a little while pretending to work.

    I sit in the office on the chair, pretending that I’m creating labels and printing signs when I’m really just dozing for a while before I get woken up when AJ has brought me lunch from KFC which I really need.

    “Fuck you’re a life saver man,” I say as I get into the Maxi Popcorn Chicken that he got me which I know isn’t healthy but today I just need anything. AJ sits there and looks across at me with a smirk on his face “What are you laughing about?” I say punching him as I just want to sleep right now with my head still pounding.

    “I just love how you still struggle so much with a hangover because you are usually so careful about not drinking too much but you put them down last night,” he says to me as I realise that I did because I am so nervous about this visit from my Dad because this is the longest time we’ve spent together since I moved.

    AJ leaves me after a while and I feel a bit better as I start working for a while actually being much friendlier to customers before I need to do some work out the back. Working out the back is good until Anna comes out to me “Hey Luke, there’s someone out here that wants to talk to you” she says as I look confused because even though I sometimes act as supervisor, Sam is here today and she is acting as the supervisor.

    I walk out and see Dad standing there “I thought you were going to call me when you got here,” I say to him as I hug him more tightly than I ever have. Seeing him is much easier than I thought because I didn’t think that we would ever get along when I left and the whole situation of coming out but it was so much better than I imagined.

    “How did you know this was where I worked?” he says as I see AJ wave from outside the shop that tells me he told Dad where I was. My shift is nearly over and I tell him I’ll meet him at the Café down the road where we had our first major argument when I first ran away and they came to bring me back home.

    Finishing my shift a bit early, I head down to the Café as AJ and Dad are having an amazing chat as Dad complains about how fancy everything is food-wise when back at home he’d just have a Coffee and Choc-Chip muffin when here there are so many different types. “Hey you two,” I say as AJ and I are trying to keep things as friends despite Dad thinking that we’re a couple because that’s how we told him we were.

    Sitting there, I order a Milkshake which really throws my eating plan out the window for the day but these few days are special so I can catch it up. “So how are you feeling after everything that happened?” Dad asks as I sit there and shrug.

    “Pretty good actually, it probably wasn’t smart of me but I confronted Amy about what happened and she didn’t deny” both AJ and Dad look concerned about what I did but I’m not bothered because I’m not going to let people walk all over me.

    “It’s fine, I think she got the idea that I’m not someone to be messed with and now I know what to do if anything happens and where to go,” I say as Dad looks proud of me and I enjoy the company with my kind-of boyfriend and Dad.

    We head back to the apartment and show Dad to the room as he makes a comment that I never expected him to make “Anywhere that you two haven’t had sex that I can sleep?” he says laughing as I blush and AJ loses it laughing.

    “Oh, come on Luke, your old man isn’t the prude you think he is” I blush hard thinking that my father is making jokes about his son’s sex life especially with his boyfriend when you always thought your Dad wouldn’t accept you ever.

    “It’s all clean and the spare room is just that for when we have any guests,” AJ says trying to cover up that really it’s our OnlyFans filming space. Dad says he is pretty tired and heads to bed early which is understandable given that he is up at 5:30 most mornings and then in bed at 8 most nights to work on the farm.

    AJ and I head to bed, cuddling into AJ is nice and we try to keep things quiet with my Dad in the next room although part of me now thinks that we should have put Dad in my room so we can have sex tonight. Cuddling into AJ, I put my head on to his chest as he strokes my hair and we make out “This actually feels perfect you know” I say as he nods and looks across at me and smiles.

    Laying there AJ smiles “You seem much happier lately and everything feels just right for the two of us,” he says as I agree and I’ve kind of felt that I want to spend more time as a couple with AJ even though I said that I wouldn’t do that for a while.

    The next morning, I get up in my usual state wearing just my briefs where my cock bulges forgetting that dad is here and he gets a full picture when I get out to the kitchen “Morning Luke…” he says as I blush realising that I’ve got a massive morning wood bulging out of my briefs and wearing nothing but them.

    “Sorry forgot that you were here Dad,” I say as I grab a pair of shorts and put them on which still don’t cover how big my bulge is with the morning wood. I make myself and AJ a cup of coffee for when he gets up as I talk to dad “So how often do you hit the gym and I assume that body is natural right?” he asks as I nod and sit down at the table.

    “Yeah, all-natural and pretty much every day and overall maybe twice a day for half a week on different days,” I say looking at my body as Dad takes it in and realises how much I’ve changed which he doesn’t have an issue with.

    “So what are your plans for the day dad?” I ask him as AJ comes out and grabs his coffee and sits down next to me as he had the smart idea to get fully dressed for Dad to not see everything that his body shows off.

    “Well, I want to go down and have a good look around the city because I mean the only times I’ve been down here are with your mother to come and see you and we didn’t get to explore so I want to go down to the Naval Museum and then the Aviation Museum because they’ve got that new exhibition that I wanted to see from when I was watching that documentary,” he says with an excitement I haven’t seen in him for a long time.

    I know that him and Mum are happy but part of me thinks that Dad wants to be a lot more open and I think seeing me do things has wanted him to experience the world more. I tell Dad that I would love to join him if he wants me to and he says that he does because he wants to spend as much time with me as possible.

    Driving around the city, I take Dad to the museums and we spend the day together just enjoying the company we sit there and just talk about things as I tell him about everything, I do during the day not giving him the details about filming sex for money.

    We head home and order Pizza for dinner with a lot more gourmet toppings on it than what I would normally order back home and Dad is excited about it. Even though he’s approaching his 60th birthday, he’s like me when I first explored the city getting excited by simple things like fancy pizza and food rather than just plain stuff back at home.

    Getting home, AJ invited Nathan and Tyler around and I get a bit worried that Dad is going to be off-put by Nathan’s look with his tattoos everywhere as opposed to my single owl even though he knows about AJ’s tatt sleeve and what covers his shoulder blade and pec.

    “Oh hey man,” I say as we walk in after a long day exploring Museums around town which is a mixed day because places like the Naval Museum and the Political History centre aren’t necessarily my favourite things to do but the Sports Museum and Hall of Fame were brilliant and I can’t believe that I hadn’t even known it was here in Westvale.

    “Dad this is Tyler and Nathan, they’re our neighbours next door,” I say as introduce them and they both look shocked that my dad is visiting and that we’re having such a good relationship right now.

    We sit there and share the Pizza and dad has a beer which surprises me “Come on Luke, you know I drink beer and we enjoy a glass of wine” I say realising that he and Mum would be having wine every Sunday night when we would have a roast dinner.

    Friday night absolutely flies by just enjoying a solid boys night as we watch the footy on TV and then talk about the old days when Dad used to play footy as a kid and how times have changed. I enjoy the night and I can see that Dad is as well which makes me so happy for him as just spending time with him is the best birthday present that I could have ever had.

    I head to bed with AJ just after midnight with Dad crashed out on the couch after having a big night which makes me happy as I grab a blanket and put it over him as he snores loudly. That night, AJ tells me that he needs to be up early so I go and crash in my room after kissing him goodnight.

    Although it’s a Friday night, it doesn’t seem that weird because quite often AJ has to go out on a Saturday morning and once I hit the bed, I fall asleep instantly. The next morning, I get up and look at the living room covered in banners and balloons everywhere as both AJ and Dad are sitting at the table smiling.

    “HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUKEY” they both shout as I feel embarrassed because today I know is my birthday but at the same time I’m not going to shut out all the attention. “I told you I didn’t want anything,” I say as I hug both Dad and then AJ kissing him at the same time.

    “Woah you two… calm down,” Dad says as I apologise for the kissing which he tells me is ok because he doesn’t want me to stop being happy about things. That morning, we all go out for breakfast before heading back to the apartment so that Dad and I can get ready to go to the footy that afternoon.

    Driving to the stadium, Dad can’t believe what he is seeing “The last time that I came here it was still wooden benches right around” he says telling me about the old old stadium that sat here before the new Westvale Stadium was built and eventually the replacement the Galaxy Arena that sits.

    Sitting there watching the game with dad, spending the rest of the afternoon just watching footy and talking footy with Dad is something that I missed so much.

    We used to be the only two in our family that were engrossed in footy back home, my brothers would watch but it was us two that would go watch the Franklin Fire play every week at the oval just outside of town every week in the rain, hail or shine.

    Spending the afternoon together is fun even though the team we both go for isn’t playing but I think Dad is just glad to be back at the footy. As we’re driving home Dad looks across at me “I’m so proud of you Luke, not just everything at college but in your life, I’m proud of everything that you’ve done”.

    He keeps talking as I sit there with tears in my eyes as he keeps talking “I might not have agreed with how you did what you did to start with or your choices, but I’m proud of you because you knew what you needed in your life to make you happy and you’ve managed to build an amazing relationship with AJ, found yourself a good job and working hard at Uni”.

    I smile as he says that before continuing “I’m also proud of you for teaching your old man that there is always more to life than what we know” he says smiling as I am just as proud of him for being so open-minded. That night we go out to dinner again as Dad can’t believe that he has been out to dinner three nights in a row when at home he’d barely go to a restaurant.

    The next morning dad heads to church before heading home while AJ and I stay at home cleaning up before AJ tells me that he has a birthday surprise for the two of us which makes me worried about what he has planned.

    AJ drives down to the bay and the wharf where we get out of the car and wander down to a boat ride as AJ smiles “Here we are” he says as I roll my eyes looking at the cruise that we’re about to go on around Pelican Bay. Wandering onto the boat, AJ and I take a spot at the front of the boat as we sit there as a waiter wanders over and gives us both a complimentary drink as we wait for the other people on the trip.

    Sitting with AJ looking at the sun setting over the city, I put my hand on him “Thank you for making these last few months so amazing for me because I don’t know if I could have done all this without you” putting my hand on his as we sit there together.  

    Sitting there AJ looks across at me “So what are the plans for the next year?” he says to me as I sit there taking everything in and just enjoying the moment that we are in sitting together. “Who knows what’s in store but it’s another story going forward because there’s no doubt that going forward that I’m still going to be Discovering The Real Luke”.


    Thank you everyone for your kind comments on my story, I hope you had as much fun reading this as I did writing it expanding on what I first wrote as just a one chapter short story. Thanks everyone and I’m working on another story that will go up shortly.

  • Making up for lost time

    This is a true story.

    The past six months had been sexually frigid for me, as I recovered from major surgery and some post-operative complications. Sure I always felt horny but I just hadn’t been well enough to do much about it.

    But on this sunny winter’s day I decided it was time to make up for lost time, and around 11.30am I drove across town to the local sex-on-premises venue. Its a modest affair, no wet areas apart from the shower, and no sauna. But its all we have, and I was hoping to catch a lunchtime crowd.

    I stripped off in the locker room and wrapped a towel round my waist, then started checking out the scenery. There wasn’t much of it, certainly not a crowd! But eventually I spotted a big beefy guy, bald and good-looking, fully dressed in casual winter clothes. He walked into a small dark room that I knew had no beds or benches and I followed him in, groping for his crutch in the near-dark room. When he hauled out his cock and I felt the length and width of it I sank to my knees immediately and began to suck his beautiful big slab of meat.

    His cock felt like heaven after so long without sex, and I slurped and licked and deep-throated him attentively. Eventually he began to fuck my face, ramming his thick cock down my throat roughly, till I eventually backed off to catch a breath. Wrapping my fist round the saliva-soaked base of his beautiful tool, I began pumping and sucking like the pig-slut I am, and was soon rewarded with an overflowing mouthful of his seed as he thrust into my willing mouth. I swallowed his load, and held his sex in my mouth for a while till he zipped up and left.

    After a mouth rinse, I went looking for more. There was a guy with white hair, had to be my age at least, lying on the elevated mattress in a big dark room. Another guy was leaning over sucking him and as I leaned in to check it out, the older guy pulled my face down to his nipple. I began to suck and lick and occasionally bite his nipple which he seemed to like. The bloke sucking him went away so I took his place and sucked cock for a bit, then licked his balls. He liked that so I licked his perineum, getting the same reaction. He smelled fresh and very clean so I did something I rarely do and began to tongue his arse-crack which he loved. Eventually I moved back to his cock which soon unloaded fresh spunk into my mouth and I knew I had made him happy.

    After a little rest break I checked out the cubicle area upstairs. At first it seemed deserted but as I went to leave the area I spotted a guy in jeans and black windcheater lingering inside a darkened cubicle. I approached him and ran my hand over the front of his jeans. He was grey-bearded and no pretty boy, but hell I’m no oil painting either. There didn’t seem much happening in his pants initially, but after a while he pulled his jeans down and presented me with a thick cock so I knelt down and started giving it my full attention.

    You know the drill. Suck, lick, slurp, swallow the whole length down my throat and play with his balls. After a short while I asked him if he wanted to fuck my face or my arse, because I was ready for some anal action. He touched my face to let me know it would be my mouth, and I told him I wanted to swallow his load. Then he fucked my throat and my mouth filled with saliva and semen which I guzzled down before coming up for air and receiving a short thank-you from the object of my attention.

    I used to be versatile but age and whatever else had left me unable to get hard enough to fuck with it. Which is why I always bottom now. But I was moderately firm at this point so I walked up the ramp to the wall where the glory-holes are and fed my semi-hard cock through a hole. It was immediately given a nice long session of sucking, which I enjoyed but I just couldn’t come. So I thanked the anonymous mouth and was about to retire when I spotted a big beefy guy fully clothed with a cap on, standing at the next glory-hole. He had his cock out but no-one was giving it love so I stepped up to him and fondled it and he turned to me so I sank to my knees yet again. His cock was a nice thick piece of meat and I gave him my best attention, making love to it, licking his piss-slit and caressing his nuts as I sucked and moaned with desire. Soon enough the stud unloaded in my mouth and I swallowed and licked till he was ready to leave.

    I feel pretty sure these guys wanting their cock sucked without any other interaction are married men using a lunch-break to get something they don’t get at home. But I’m not complaining.

    Finally, I headed back upstairs and lay down in a cubicle, and before long the white-haired second guy I had sucked appeared beside me and I took him in my mouth again. He was harder this time and didn’t take long to give me my creamy reward, and then walked away.

    After swallowing five loads I figured that was enough and headed home. But the next time I go to the venue I hope I can find a stud who will swap spit with me as he rides my arse and fills it.

  • Better than a free holiday

    I woke up with the sun streaming through my open blinds. I had no idea what time it was, but I knew I had slept late. I was warm, snuggly, and I felt great.

    I’d had a night of horny dreams. To begin with I had slept deeply, recovering from the physical and emotional strain of the day. I must have been almost unconscious. I remember that I got up at some point in the night. I had needed to use the bathroom, and once there I decided to check myself over and then shower off too.

    My hole felt like it was… I don’t know how to describe it. Loose, maybe? Or open? But I explored with my fingers and I found it was closed tight like always. I angled the mirror to look. My anus was a little swollen maybe, perhaps a tiny bit red, a tiny bit sore just inside. I figured I had got off lightly after giving up my v-card to that many cocks in one evening! And I was sure some of them had been inside me more than once.

    I was struggling to recall it all in my mind. I guess the incredible emotional rollercoaster had made it hard to remember everything. The main thing was that I felt like a king. Okay, maybe not a king, maybe a princess. I had been coerced into stripping, to parting my cheeks and allowing Geoff and his friends to fuck me like a pro porn star. Just thinking about it made my dick stand to attention. I thought about Geoff whispering in my ear, telling me that he was going to push his cock into me. I grabbed myself and jerked off in the shower. I came quickly and hard, a tingling sensation in my ass as my muscles remembered being invaded back there.

    I was shaking, I was that horny.

    I dried off and went back to bed and was asleep again as my head touched the pillow. From there I dreamed of men, all older, all shapes and sizes, all wanting to use my cute little body for their own entertainment.

    And my god, was I ready to let them!

    I rolled over in bed, half ready to go and close the blinds, half thinking I should get out of bed and see how late I was for school. As I lay there trying to decide what to do, my bedroom door handled moved and Geoff opened the door and poked his head into my room. He saw I was awake and came in, two cups of coffee in one hand.

    “I thought you’d probably be awake. I brought you some coffee.” He said softly.

    I smiled a bit. I wasn’t sure what I should do or say. Suddenly here was the guy I had know forever, who yesterday had stripped me naked and gangbanged me with his mates. I wasn’t well equipped to handle the morning after. My experience was lacking.

    He stood there in his bathrobe. There was a long pause before finally he said, “You good?”

    Something about the way he said that broke the tension. “Yeah, I’m really good!” I said, a grin that I couldn’t suppress spreading across my face. I was good, too. I felt pretty awesome. Like a man all of a sudden. Like I could do anything. I felt like a combination of slutty princess and submissive bitch. It was one of the days when teen hormones all fire in the right way.

    Geoff grinned too. He looked at me long and hard, like he was trying to decide something. He placed the cups of coffee down on the bedside table, untied his robe and let it fall to the floor. He was naked underneath.

    “Scooch over” he said as he climbed into my bed. I moved to give him room, suddenly unsure of myself again as he got under the sheets with me. He snuggled into my naked body. He was warm and manly. His hairy legs bristled on mine and for a few seconds it felt weird to have this grown man in bed with me. I felt young again, child like again.

    I felt his cock on my leg, his hand trailing up my abdomen as he propped himself up on an elbow. I was on my back and he was looking down on me. Suddenly the weirdness subsided and I got butterflies in my belly as I thought about what we’d done together. I wished my emotions would settle down. It was fucking confusing swinging from timid, shy, anxious to horny, slutty and feeling on top of the world.

    “You were terrific yesterday. You’re hot stuff, Cal” he said. It gave me a little thrill that he used my name, my short name too. His touch was arousing me and my confidence was coming back. This was okay. It was weird as fuck that Geoff was here, naked in my bed, but I guess I literally had nothing that he hadn’t already seen close up, so I told myself to just grow up and get over it. I was starting to wonder if he’d still want me after last night, or whether he’d had enough. I really hoped he still wanted me.

    “Thanks” I said with a smile. What else do you say to that?

    Geoff grinned. “Fuck, you’re cute.” He said, and he leaned down and we kissed. He really went for it, mouth open, tongue in mine, and I responded by putting my hands on the back of his head and pulling him into me. He was a good kisser. I loved the way he opened his mouth really wide and left everything out there. It was making me melt.

    He broke the kiss and asked “How are you feeling?”

    I knew what he meant. “I’m okay. Not really sore or anything. A little maybe, but not bad.” There was another pause. I desperately wanted to be grown up and say more, maybe be sexy or tease him or something, maybe even outright ask him for sex again, but I couldn’t find the words and my inexperience was beginning to show. Eventually I kind of stuttered out “Are you….are we…gonna….”

    Geoff kissed me to shut me up and it was the best thing ever. It sent a thrill through my body. “Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you” he said and my heart immediately started to pound in my chest. He leaned into his kiss and ran his free hand down to my groin. He played around down there, pulling my foreskin back and playing with my balls. I was getting hot and sweaty. I was nervous again, but this was less anxiety and more nerves of anticipation. I wanted to try it again, especially now it was just us. I was a little nervous that I might be too sore, but I tried to shut that out of my mind.

    Geoff reached out of the bed and fumbled with his robe on the floor. He found the pocket and brought up a little tube of something. “Lube” he said. “We’ll use plenty in case you’re a bit….. you know.” He grabbed the sheet and threw it to one side exposing me. I kinda flinched, but I quickly got over it and I even spread my legs a little.

    Geoff smiled and grabbed me under one knee. He pushed it to the side and back and then tapped his hand on my other leg. I got the message. I spread my legs wide and pulled my knees back while he squirted lube onto his fingers and smeared it around my exposed hole.

    It felt cold against my hot skin and it stung a little bit as he inserted a well lubed finger into me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Geoff’s touch was like magic. And it was okay, the stinging wore away almost immediately and I absolutely loved the feeling of his middle finger being pushed up there. It was so hot. I felt like such a slut. But it was more than that. I felt so grown-up, laying here naked with a hot older guy who so obviously wanted my body. Who was so obviously turned on by little old me.

    Only in my dreams had I imagined a time when I might sleep late then have awesome mid-morning sex with an insatiable man before I even got out of bed.

    “I hope you don’t mind, but I am always horny as fuck in the morning. Just a quickie. I really need to get my rocks off and after yesterday, I can’t stop thinking about you. You are just too fucking good!”

    I tried to process all that but my brain was focussed on “you are just too fucking good” and “I can’t stop thinking about you”. Here was a grown man. Weird Geoff, who was actually a pretty hot daddy, who had taken my virgnity and fucked me once, wanted more because I was cute. God, did it get better than this? No parents around who might interrupt, a nice comfortable bed, completely nude… I hooked my hands behind my knees and pulled my legs back. Take me Geoff, I want it again and I’m all yours….

    Geoff smeared some lube on his dick, which was already huge and hard and I could see it throbbing. He grabbed it and ran his hand up and down the shaft and over the head a few times before he got on his knees between my legs. My heart was racing now. Here it comes again, I thought. Would it be okay? Could I do it again? Would he like it when it was just me and him….?

    I closed my eyes to blank out stupid thoughts. Why wouldn’t he like it? Why wouldn’t I be able to do it again? I took a deep breath, and then I felt that large, hot, fleshy object right there on my ring. Geoff had pushed his cock forward and down, lining everything up while he was still on his knees and still had a great view.

    He played around for a minute. Pushing just the tip forward a bit, not so that anything really went inside, but just enough to start opening me up. I was breathing heavily now. God he was tease. I was so ready. Even if it hurt I wanted him to just plough it into me. The more time went by, the more I wanted to be skewered. Just do it already!

    He looked me in the eye and I knew he was ready. He leaned forward like he was going to kiss me and as he did, he pushed with his hips. It was a strong, deliberate push. No messing around this time. The head of his hard dick popped inside me in one go. I winced a little because it was a bit sore and I was tight, and then his lips touched mine and he caught me in a hot, wet embrace as he forced himself deeper inside me.

    The soreness was wearing away as I relaxed into it and the lube coated my passage. It felt my own tightness and I was finding it difficult again to get my muscles right.

    Geoff pulled away from our kiss. He tongued my ear and kissed my neck as he used a slow, shallow fucking motion to break into me. “Just relax” he whispered. “You’re doing just great. So tight, so hot…..” I smiled. “….and so fucking gorgeous.”

    I took some deep breaths and just kinda of let myself relax as best I could. Geoff must have felt the tension slide away a little because he started to fuck deeper. The more he whispered in my ear and kissed my neck, the more my tension eased and in less than a minute I was where I wanted to be, balanced right on the edge, still tight and still gripping his shaft, but capable of letting him fuck without it being uncomfortable.

    It was a wonderful feeling. I really got the sensation of his shaft pushing through my anal passage and that big head of his pushing against me on the inside. I pulled my legs back more and he lay down on me in a missionary position. I ran the tips of my fingers down his smooth back. It was broad and he was starting to sweat. I loved it, and he must have done too because he moaned and start to thrust deeper.

    I reached down and gripped his buttocks. He had a hairy ass and I enjoyed touching it with my little fingers. I grabbed two handfuls and pulled him in. He responded by shuffling up the bed a little and really flexing his hips. The head of his dick went deeper than ever and I really whimpered. He loved that. He put his face next to mine, cheek to cheek, and he started to fuck me hard.

    Everything felt wonderful. I just never realised how having some older guy laying on top of me, who was hard because of me, ploughing into me, could be so wonderful. It wasn’t just the sex either, it was the whole experience. I wished I could lay like this forever, my legs spread, while Geoff pushed himself inside me.

    I knew this was going to be a quickie, but I was a little sad when he grunted, thrust forward a few times and came. I felt him shudder with his orgasm and his cock literally pulsed inside me. It felt great. I just wanted more. I loved his heavy breathing in my ear.

    He kind of half sniggered, half laughed. “Oh my god, you’re so good” he said, propped himself up so he could look at my face. “I mean, I had to wait for the right time, but I have been dreaming about fucking you like that for years!”

    I smiled. Funnily enough, so had I. I sniggered. “I would have been…..” I started to say. I wanted to tease him. I made a face like I was thinking about what age I would have been. He kissed me again, deeply. When he broke it he said “Yeah I know…. But still, you’ve always been cute. Sexy cute I mean. I would’ve broken the law to get in your pants, if I thought you’d wanted it.”

    I got another of those thrills right up my spine. God, I wanted it. If I had known a couple of of years ago what I knew now…. Yeah, I’d have found a way to spend some alone time with “Uncle” Geoff!

    Geoff kissed me some more, then he shifted and let his cock slide free. I felt his cum slipping out too and it felt so naughty, but so good. I didn’t even feel embarrassed about it. Then suddenly he was back on his knees. He shuffled back and he took my cock in his mouth. He bobbed up and down while he fondled my balls with one hand, touched my cummy hole with a finger from the other.

    My heart went into overdrive again. I hadn’t expected this, for him to do anything other than take me in my ass. I figured I’d finish myself off later, but Geoff obviously had other ideas. He clearly wanted to play fair and he was intent on sucking me off.

    I pushed upwards a little, testing the water. Geoff seemed to like that, so I started t thrust up into his mouth. We got into a rhythm, but all too soon I felt a wave of wonderful feelings wash over me. Usually I’d hold back, but today that wasn’t going to happen. I had a hot hole from having been fucked again, I had a finger touching me down there, and a hand on my scrotum, and Geoff’s mouth wrapped around my teenage cock. I got that feeling, like I was being filled up with something wonderful. Usually it built slowly but today I was flooded. Within just a few seconds, with me panting like a dog and sweating, I hit the plateau. My balls shrunk tight and there was the longest pause as everything wound up and then suddenly it was released. I came in massive spurts, again, and again, and again. Geoff sucked me dry as I pushed further and further up until my ass was right off the bed. Then I collapsed, totally spent.

    A quickie, yes. But a good quickie. Was that going to happen to me every morning? I fucking hoped so.

    Geoff finished sucking and licking and came to lay next to me. We were both hot and sweaty, but he pulled me close and we lay there in one another’s arms.

    “I am so lucky” he said absently.

    I smiled to myself. I was just thinking the same thing. I had really loved that. I felt so adult. Yesterday had been a total fuck-fest. A gang bang and like some kind of fantasy, but this was real sex between two people, real mid-morning lovemaking. I felt like I could roll over, spread my legs, and let him do it all over again.

    “By the way, I called the school. If anyone asks you had food poising and won’t be back until Monday. That gives us all day today, tomorrow, and the weekend for uninterrupted….whatever.” He grinned, pulled me closer, and kissed my forehead.

    “You mean like homework…” I said with and a grin.

    Geoff tweaked my nipple and I squealed. “Not that kind of homework” he said. “But I’ll put you to work, if you like.”

    I giggled. “Hhmmmm yes please daddy” I said. I don’t know where the daddy came from, it just felt like the thing to say. Even as the word came out of my mouth I felt a little silly, but very hot. Why was that word so slutty?

    Geoff laughed. “You keep calling me that and I’ll be spending the whole weekend inside you, boy!” He said with mock sternness.

    I ran my hand over his hairy chest. “Promise?” I said, the little submissive slut in me really coming to the surface. I blushed at myself.

    Geoff turned a little more serious. “Look, if you’re up for it we can have lots of….fun. I know some people who can join in if you like. But only if it’s okay and you have to tell me if it’s not, yeah?” He squeezed me.

    I thought for a split second. “I’m okay” I said seriously. “I’d like to….play. I want to. I want to try everything” I said with another giggle. The thought of Geoff bringing other men here to touch me…. I was getting hard again. I had never felt so sexually alive! “But can we also have some times like this. It was….you know…..nice with just the two of us.”

    Geoff squeezed me again. He turned his head and kissed me. “Good. And yes, of course. Try to stop me! Because I want to play so much it actually hurts. I might get quite serious about you and that hot little body of yours.” He paused. I wanted him to continue because I found myself longing to hear more about how he found me attractive, sexy, hot… it made my heart race and made me want to do things for him.

    “Let’s get cleaned up” he said. “I’ll show you some stuff so you can be clean whenever you want. I also have some cream that you might want if you are a little sore, maybe? And some toys and stuff you might want to look at too.”

    I sighed softly. I’d have liked to stay here until this man was ready to fuck me again. I’d have let him too. I was beginning to want him to really take me, like roll me over and push my head into the mattress and make me his bitch. But I figured he was right and we should get cleaned up. I’m glad he brought up about getting clean. I was thinking I’d have to look that up or something. I had played around with a water bottle once with mixed success. I was hoping he could show me the ropes so I could do it properly. And I really wanted to try out some toys. In fact, the more I thought about it the more I just wanted to go again.

    I took some breaths and calmed myself down. I knew this weekend would be amazing fun. I guessed I could do whatever I wanted. I wondered what it would be like, whether Geoff would make me do stuff in front of people. My cock got hard again instantly and it ached. I giggled.

    Geoff looked over at me, looked down at my cock. “I can see you’re going to be insatiable” he said and he ran his hand over my dick. “Come on, we have all day to fool around.”

    I groaned in mock protest, but I sat up. The sunlight warmed my back and I smiled broadly again as I stretched. What a wonderful way to start a new day.

    We showered together. Geoff scrubbed my back and everywhere else. It was erotic and sensuous throughout and I started to hope he would bend me over and do me again, but it didn’t happen.

    I was becoming less uneasy being naked around him, even comfortable. At times I found myself wanting to display myself to him. In fact, pretty much any time his attention turned elsewhere I kind of pouted, or pushed my ass out, or casually played with myself until he looked and smiled. I hadn’t realised that I was such a terrible approval junkie. I was still a little nervous but more and more, I wanted his eyes on me.

    Geoff showed me what I needed to do to stay clean and he gave me some tips about how to relax and stuff like that. It was very instructive. I found myself paying attention more than I ever did in school. This was real life stuff and it was knowledge I wanted so badly.

    When we had finished I went I my room wrapped in a towel. I dried off and selected what I thought were my cutest briefs. I had just pulled them on when Geoff knocked once and came in, catching me admiring myself in the mirror.

    “If I looked like that I’d spend all day looking, too!” He said with a grin.

    I blushed and he laughed, knowing he had teased me and embarrassed me. Geoff had always teased me, but after last night and this morning his teasing was suddenly more important to me. I found myself pouting and from somewhere I got goosebumps.

    He sat on my bed and waved me over to him, a slightly more serious expression on his face. I stood in front of him feeling shy. I took a deep breath as he placed his hands on my hips and then trailed them over my bottom and up my back. It made me shiver, but it was far from cold.

    “Can I ask….?” he said.

    “Sure” I shrugged. I didn’t know where this was going but i figured he could ask anything. After all, he’d taken my virginity less than 24 hours ago.

    “Okay…” he started. “So let me finish and then answer, okay?”

    He paused, his hands back on my hips and making me feel sexy. I didn’t answer. I thought I’d play around a little.

    He frowned. “Is that okay….?” He asked.

    I grinned. “Oh sorry” I said. “I thought I couldn’t answer until you finished…” I continued to grin down at him, fully aware that I was coming over as very flirty.

    Geoff grinned back. He allowed his fingers to slip under the waistband of my briefs and he squeezed. I got an incredible tingling in my balls. Was I really this much of a slut…?

    “Okay smart ass” he continued. “Cute ass. Smart ass…” he said absentmindedly. He kind of shook his head to clear it and then ploughed on. “I always thought you’d be… you know. Into it. And I planned yesterday to give you a good time but only if you came downstairs, so you had an option. I want to make sure it’s okay. I mean, I don’t want you to feel you have to do anything if you don’t want to….” there was a pause and I waited. “I really want you though, if that helps. I know it’s kinda wrong, but I have always had a thing for you. I knew you’d grow up cute and it has been hell waiting until you’re legal and then waiting some more while I found an opportunity….” there was another pause. “Also, I think we should keep this to ourselves if that’s okay? I think your old man would probably put me in my grave.”

    I laughed at that. I was beginning to think that mom and dad realised I didn’t like girls. I mean, I never had a girlfriend and it was getting difficult to completely hide what I liked. I knew deep down that it would be okay. I wasn’t gonna get thrown out onto the street or anything. But I knew dad would be disappointed, which hurt I must admit, and I wasn’t sure mom would be any more supportive than dad. But dad wasn’t a tough guy. He might be pissed off, but he wouldn’t fight over me.

    “First, yeah I’m okay. I’m kinda finding my feet but so far I have enjoyed…. it.” I kicked myself. I had wanted to say something like “enjoyed being fucked in my ass by you” but when it came to it I was just too shy. “I loved last night” I added, trying to add something to make me seem less immature.

    I paused as Geoff distracted me by gently squeezing by bottom. His warm hands on my soft, pale flesh was making me feel fucking hot!

    “So yeah we’re all good. And yeah, I wasn’t planning on taking out an advert in the press about it” I felt sassy saying it like that.

    Geoff smiled. “Okay. Good. Just make sure you tell me if you’re not comfortable with something I plan, yeah?”

    I smiled and nodded and then suddenly what he said hit me. “What DO you have planned….?” I asked. I was suddenly a little nervous again.

    He looked me in the eye and he smiled and raised his eyebrow. It looked really hot when he did that and my tummy got butterflies.

    “You remind me of me when I was your age” he said. “And I intend to see to it that you get to do everything I wished I had.”

    My eyes went wide. The way he said “everything” simultaneously gave me a thrill and made me feel shy and insecure. I repeated the word back to him. “Everything….?”

    “Oh yes” he replied quickly. “Let’s be honest, you’re right at the start of your sexual awakening and you’re young and your hormones are like crazy soup right now”

    I smiled at that. His references really hit home. I couldn’t have put that better myself.

    “So I know you fantasise. And I know you have very little experience. I know your fantasy is to have someone take the lead and just use you like a slutty little bitch.”

    I took a sharp intake of breath. This was a little more direct and a lot more insightful than I was prepared for. Part of me wanted to protest, but most of me just kinda shrugged and went “yeah, all true, shall I bend over now”.

    “So I’m gonna take this opportunity to do just that, Cal. By the time we’re done here you’re going to have spent a week or two as my personal sex toy who does whatever I want…. whenever I want.” He squeezed my bottom again and dropped his hands lower, sliding my briefs down over my ass a little. Between the touching the dirty talk I had a raging hardon and if he’d given me an instruction right then I’d have tripped over myself to comply.

    He lightly slapped my cheeks, pulled my underwear back up, and smiled like the Cheshire Cat. “You tell me at any time if you’re not okay, but you will be. I won’t hurt you….. but my god I’m gonna fuck you!”

    He stood up and kissed me, a soft, light kiss on lips. Then he gently pushed me back and made for the door.

    I was in the process of melting and it was all coming to an end. He was telling me he was going to fuck me and then he was walking away. I was so confused!

    “I am going to grab some pastries for a late breakfast. You must be starving as you didn’t eat any dinner last night” he said, that smile painted perpetually on his face.

    I stood there like a horny, confused fish, with my mouth open and closing and my dick pushing against the fabric of my underwear. I had no words.

    Geoff knew what he was doing though. He raised his eyebrows at me and like he was doing me a favour he said “I was supposed to be meeting one of my best friends for breakfast and I’m late. I kind of owe him now so maybe I’ll pick him up and bring him back with me.” Geoff and I stared at each other. Did that mean what I thought it meant?

    “I’m sure he would like something sweet to eat, you know?” he said as he turned and disappeared.

    I sat on the edge of my bed. Okay that was pretty clear. I was almost positive he was going to bring his mate back here so they could fuck me.

    I got butterflies in my stomach again and a cold nervous sweat. At the same time my hole started to itch like it was ready for another helping and pre-cum started leaking from a dick that showed no signs of going soft. This was so fucked up!

    As I sat there I wondered if I was truly okay with all this, a loud, clear voice kept speaking over the others in my head: just go with it. This is what you have dreamed about.

    And that was true.

    I thought about Geoff and my cock twitched. I was actually longing for him to come back. I lay on my bed and rolled over onto my front. I spread my legs a little and pushed my ass up. I felt so hot and sexy and slutty and if Geoff walked back in now I swear it’d have told him to take me – hard!

    A part of me wanted that, wanted for him force me. It made me feel really hot.

    I groaned and rolled back over. I pushed my cock, trying to move it to a more comfortable position. I groaned again and got up off the bed, grabbed my jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt that I thought was cute and went downstairs to put some coffee on.

    I guessed I’d have to be patient and see what happened. I started to embrace the nerves, but I still felt like a totally sexed up teenage mess. I wondered if everyone felt like this after their first time.

    I made a pot of coffee and sat reading a magazine in the kitchen. It was a big room, with an island and a large farmhouse-style table. It had huge windows along one side making it bright and sunny in here.

    I didn‘t have long to wait before Geoff came back. He was whistling, happy as anything. He tossed some paper bags of yummy pastries onto the table. I stood, feeling very nervous again as his friend sauntered into the kitchen.

    My god, he was gorgeous. He was an older guy, trim, a shock of greying hair and neat, grey goatee. He was tall, too. I couldn’t help but look him over. He had huge hands and for some reason that made me kinda melt. He was the king of handsome daddies.

    “You must be the Cal I’ve heard so much about” he said, his voice a deep baritone that rumbled through my bones. Was this guy going to want to have sex with me? He seemed to be checking me out but I wasn’t completely sure. Surely I wasn’t good enough for him?

    “I’m Patrick” he said. He smiled and his gray-blue eyes sparkled at me. He reached over to shake my hand and I got an electric thrill as his big leathery hand engulfed mine. As we stood there, our hands clasped together, he looked me up and down. It was so obvious, but so confident. I felt like I was on display but in a really good way.

    “H…..hi.” I said, my anxiety making me stammer a little. “Y….yeah. I’m Cal. Callum.” I continued.

    He continued to hold onto my hand. It was starting to make my heart race. He nodded. He was sort of half smiling. I didn’t know what to say.

    “You’re very cute” he said, which made me blush instantly.

    “You’re even cuter when you blush.”

    I blushed even more and I felt my neck and chest tuning red. I wasn’t used to speaking with older guys really, and I certainly wasn’t used to having incredibly hot older guys hold my hand and tell me I was cute or eye me in a very sexy hungry way. My heart was thumping in my chest and I realised I wasn’t breathing. I had no idea what to say. A part of me just wanted him to make a move, but another part was back to being a kinda shy and inexperienced school boy. Not for the first time in the last twenty four hours I wondered what the fuck was going on.

    “Cal, I think you’re making me horny” he said. That deep voice of his reverberated through me and made my scrotum tingle. Surely no-one was this sure of themselves or this direct….were they ?

    With a red face I stammered out an apology.

    Patrick chuckled deeply in his chest. “Don’t apologise.” He said. “Geoff told me you were a pretty boy, but he failed to describe just how…..sexual you are. I think that’s the right word for it. Sexual.”

    The way he said sexual, with my hand still in his, his steely blue eyes boring into my soul…. I don’t know how my knees didn’t give way.

    I knew now that he was going to fuck me and after yesterday afternoon and this morning, I knew what that meant and I was as horny as anything. But the anxiety of meeting a new guy, an obviously experienced and confident guy, the butterflies in my stomach and my shyness… it all served to heighten every feeling. Something about that way all those feelings came together made me feel so incredibly slutty. That’s the only way I can describe it. In that moment I was probably the most submissive I had ever been in my life.

    That word, sexual, bounced around in my head, repeating over and over like I’d been hypnotised.

    Patrick released my hand and took a half step closer. He placed his hand on my cheek and very gently smoothed his thumb over the skin just under my eye. His touch lit a fire inside me. I was practically shaking.

    “Such smooth skin. So pale. Really beautiful.” He said in a soft voice.

    I couldn’t speak. I wanted to, but I wasn’t in control.

    He brought his other hand up to my other cheek, cupping my face in warm hands. He pulled me to him, moved closer to me. He pressed his lips to mine in a kiss that only lasted seconds, but that felt like an eternity.

    “I hope you don’t mind me stealing a kiss, pretty boy?” He said. It sounded like a question but I didn’t think he really wanted an answer. That was good, because I still couldn’t speak. My insides had turned to goo and I don’t think I could have moved my arms for all the money in the world.

    Patrick’s hands slipped down my face to my neck. He played behind my ears, then at the base of my neck, and then traced a line across to my shoulders. I realised my cock was hard. I hadn’t noticed until now, but it was definitely pushing out a bulge at the front of my jeans. I had goosebumps too.

    “Turn around for me, pretty boy” he said. “I think you know what I want now.”

    Fuck, I knew. Turn around. Show your ass. Show me where I’m going to put it. That’s what he wanted. It’s what I wanted too. My pulse raced out of control.

    He helped me. He turned my shoulders and my body followed. I turned around, my back to him now. He reached around and deftly unbuttoned my jeans. This was no fumbling teenager, but a guy who his time and got it right. I was breathing in shallow gasps. Time seemed to stand still.

    He knew he’d already done the work he needed to turn me onto him and now he was going to take what he wanted. I wondered if I could pluck up enough courage or whatever to tell him to stop. I realised I’d never do that. Why the fuck would I? I’d never felt so sexy.

    He pulled my fly open, the zip falling down all on its own. He pushed the denim at my hips and my jeans fell down to below my ass. He touched the fabric of my underwear just where my cock was pushing a tent out in front. How I didn’t come there and then I don’t know. His touch was electric and for some reason I felt the need to bend over a little. I leaned on the back of the chair and stuck my ass out. I marvelled at my sluttiness. I whimpered slightly, a quiet little noise that showed I couldn’t speak and that I was his.

    He ran his hands around the waistband of my underwear. He took hold of it with fingers and thumbs and gently pulled them down so that my bottom was showing at the back. I whimpered again. This was it. This was where he touched me down there, where I wanted him to touch so badly.

    Sure enough, his fingers slid across my ass and into my crack. He went straight for my hole, no messing around, and he touched and caressed softly. I leaned forward a little more. I was less nervous than before but my legs were jelly again and my heart was thumping. I could feel it in my chest and I could feel the blood pumping in my ears.

    He must have had a container of lube somewhere because the next thing I knew he was smearing warm, wet gel around my hole. His fingers began to push ever so delicately right in the centre, and slowly and carefully he pushed a finger inside me.

    I took a sharp intake of breath. I wasn’t sore exactly, but a little tender. But he was so gentle. He used more lube and slowly fingered me, one middle finger pushing further and further in, past the first knuckle, and then past the second. I could feel his finger gently probing inside me. I realised I was whimpering again. It was totally involuntary. I was so submissive for him. And so ready for it, even if I was feeling shy.

    Patrick inserted a second finger and then used more lube and he fingered that into me. I could feel the ring of my anus griping him tightly. He made occasional noises. Little “mmm’s” and “ohhhh’s” that thrilled me every time. I knew he was watching, taking pleasure in seeing his fingers pushing inside me, moving them around to stretch, to relax, and to lubricate my hole.

    By now I was leaning further forward, firmly resting the back of the chair in front of me. I still felt a little shy, maybe a tiny bit anxious, but this guy’s touch was so much better than anything I has experienced so far. I don’t know how he was doing it, but it just felt awesome. It felt right, and it was making me so fucking horny!

    “Bend over just a little more for me” he said quietly. “And turn your heels out for me.”

    I did as instructed. I couldn’t open my legs very far with my jeans just under my ass and my underwear still basically in place, but by bending over a little more and turning my heels out, it gave him better access. That’s a neat trick, I thought.

    “I hope you don’t mind if I just use you now. You’re a very sexual young man and you’ve made me very hot. I’m just going to have to fuck you where you stand.”

    There was a rustle of fabric and in seconds I felt a large, hot dick being pressed between my cheeks.

    Did I mind…? No way. This guys had a touch and an aura about him that had switched off my ability to do anything but comply.

    I realised that Geoff was watching and that was thrilling, too.

    Patrick thrust up with his hips and my eyes went wide as his cock slid right in, all the way. There was no waiting and or going slow or whatever, he just fucked it right into me with one thrust and then began to saw black and forth.

    I smiled to myself. I couldn’t believe I could take it like that. Maybe it was some kind of magic trick. Maybe I was still loose from earlier. I found it was so much easier this time to get control of my muscles and I wondered if that was because he just pushed it into me and I didn’t have time to think.

    I stood there, bent just slightly over a kitchen chair, my underwear still covering my cock, pulled down just enough to expose my ass, while the hottest daddy in town grabbed my hips and fucked his cock into me. I imagined the scene in my mind’s eye and I figured nothing could be hotter.

    His thrusting was pretty special. He really ground into me and did a kind of twisting motion with his hips before pulling back and almost all the way out. It took my breath away. I sensed Geoff standing rubbing himself over to one side, just watching, taking in the show. That made me feel embarrassed again, the idea of someone watching me get fucked and touching himself as it happened. But it didn’t stop me. If anything it spurred me on.

    Patrick’s hands were moving all over me now. He was up my back, under my shirt, and then pulling my butt cheeks apart. He liked to caress my waist which was very sensitive.

    I closed my eyes. I guessed he was close to coming. My own cock was literally drooling pre-cum into my underwear by this point too. I was thrilled at having been needed like this and despite my embarrassment, the idea that I had put on a show for Geoff was pretty cool, too.

    Patrick leaned forward. “I’m almost there. Inside okay?” He asked very casually.

    I made a kind of “uh-huh” noise. I dare not speak. I figured I’d let out a cry of pleasure if I actually opened my mouth.

    “Good boy” he said and about ten seconds later he thrust high up inside and shot his load. My eyes went wide at how much I felt it. He remained in place for a few seconds and then he very slowly pulled his cock out of my hole. Cum leaked into my underwear. He took the elastic and pulled them back up, cum and all, then pulled up my jeans too like nothing had happened. I felt used, but it was such a hot feeling.

    Patrick turned me back around and caressed my face again. “You’re a good boy for allowing me to do that. I couldn’t have left here having seen you and not sampled that ass. It was…. exquisite”. He smiled. I beamed back at him. Exquisite, eh? I’d remember that.

    “Hey Geoff, you have any plans later?” He said without breaking eye contact with me.

    “Not yet. You want to…..?”

    Patrick’s eyes flashed at me. “Oh yes, I want to. Young man, that was a selfish hot fuck that I very much needed. How about I come back later. Maybe we three can watch a movie, spend the evening together. And then, if you’re willing, we’ll make love. All three of us. I won’t be quite so selfish. I’ll make sure I look after you in every way. Is that something that might interest you? I have a feeling you could be the best I’ve ever had.”

    My heart absolutely skipped and my balls tightened. The way he said “make love” and then the part about looking after me….. oh wow. And telling me I might be the best…. I almost came in my pants. To be honest, if he’d wanted to turn me back around and just fuck me again I’d have been okay with it, but I really wanted to know what he’d be like when he wasn’t just doing me.

    I still couldn’t trust myself to speak, so I nodded as casually as I could and I smiled a shy smile. I was trying to play it cool. Trying to pull off a look that said “yeah ok, I’m game for some more casual fucking if you’ve got time”. I knew I hadn’t quite managed it, though. My look was more “please fuck me now – I’m all yours”.

    Patrick smiled at me, gave me a soft kiss on my lips and uttered the word “exquisite” again, which sent another thrill up my back. Then he sat at the kitchen table and started to look in the paper bags while Geoff grabbed some plates. The world just kinda returned to normal after I had stood here and taken a cock in my ass from one guy while the other guy watched. I blushed. Was this how these guys lived? If so I wondered if I could drop out of school and join them. Fuck, I loved it.

    I buttoned up my jeans and sat with them and we had breakfast. We chatted like nothing had happened and I even managed to ignore the wetness in my underwear after a little while.

    We sat like that for over an hour, just three guys chatting, laughing, eating, drinking coffee. This world was so unfamiliar but it was so good. Eventually Patrick announced he’d have to go. He turned to me and put a large, soft hand on mine. “I’m going to get through the things I have to do today so much easier knowing I’m coming back here tonight, my friend” he said, and his blue-gray eyes sparkled at me. He leaned over and kissed my cheek, making me blush again. I couldn’t even stammer out a goodbye.

    After Patrick had gone Geoff cleared away the breakfast things. “That was fucking hot, yet again.” He said as he loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. “You’re something special, Cal. Listen, I have some things to do today too. I’ll be back later. Why don’t you have a nice bath, relax yourself, and maybe use some of that cream I gave you. I don’t want you to be sore later. Patrick really doesn’t often come back for seconds, but when he does he’s usually pretty good!”

    I grinned. Patrick was pretty good the first time, to be honest, so I could not wait to see what he’d be like later. Thinking about it made my cock twitch. It was in a near constant state of arousal at the moment and I’d need to sort that out. A bath and some me time sounded good.

    “Sounds good.” I said. And then with a sudden pang of doubt I added “I hope I’m as good as he thinks. I don’t want to disappoint you both.”

    Geoff grinned. “You’re joking, right?” He said. “Cal, you couldn’t disappoint me if you tried.” He patted my shoulder, kind of rubbed it, and then grabbed his keys and headed off. I was glad about that because I had a tear in my eye and I suddenly felt quite emotional.

    I finished clearing up the kitchen as Geoff had only done half a job. Then I wandered into the living room and stood there, looking around. My gut tightened as I recognised where I had knelt when Geoff had first inserted himself into my little boy pussy. And the sofa where I had been laid on my back and then flipped over. And the rug where I had been gangbanged. The smell in the room brought the memories flooding back and I found they were intoxicating.

    I unconsciously unfastened my jeans and pushed them down to my knees, my underwear too. My dick sprang up, horny and ready and still wet at the tip from a whole morning of teasing. I sank down to me knees, my eyes firmly locked on where I had knelt last night. In my mind’s eye I could see myself there, bent over, my smooth boy’s bottom stuck out behind me and pouting for Geoff’s big cock.

    I started stroking my cock. I closed my eyes and was transported back to last night, to this morning with my legs over Geoff’s shoulders, to the shower when he touched me so much, and finally to earlier when I was taken by another hot older guy as I stood in kitchen. I brought my free hand back and touched my ass, running a finger over my hole. It was still sticky from earlier, slick and cummy. I slowly pushed a finger in, then a second. I found myself rising and falling slightly onto them, fucking myself on my own fingers while I grasped my dick.

    I could scarcely believe the past twenty-four hours. I had come home from a shitty day at school to a massive shock, a gangbang, and fantasies come to life. I had been told I was the best, that fucking my hole was wonderful and exquisite. Older, experienced guys were queuing up to get with me. They had got hard for me, come for me. Patrick was coming back tonight to be with me. It was awesome and wonderful. I had a tiny little twinge that maybe I was fucking around too much, but here in this place, in this position, with my cock in my hand and two fingers in my hole, I told myself to get the fuck over it. Why shouldn’t I? I was young and I wanted it. I wanted Geoff and his friends to treat me like their princess.

    As I thought that final thought I got a picture in my head of me standing in the kitchen, holding onto the back of a kitchen chair, my hips swivelled and my heels turned out, and the utterly gorgeous Patrick grinding up against me from behind.

    I came in massive spurts, my little hole gripping onto my fingers and my dick throbbing in my hand.

    Shit, I thought. I wasn’t thinking and now I’d have to clean my jizz off the rug. I smiled to myself and the more I thought about how things were for me right now, I giggled out loud. I pulled my fingers from my tight little passage. I brought them to my face and sniffed them, looked at them. They were slick with cum juice. Patrick’s cum juice. I was curious and feeling bold so I opened wide and licked them clean. I was pleasantly surprised. God, I was getting filthy with all this sex.

    I spent the next few hours cleaning up the house and then cleaning up myself. I did housework in my underwear because I could and it made me feel sexy. I wanted the place to be spotless for tonight and I half hoped that Geoff would return, see me, and have to hold down and fuck me. Sadly that was not to be.

    When I had finished cleaning I took a long soak in a bubble bath. I played with myself again and I was delighted that I wasn’t really sore or anything. I didn’t use any cream. I didn’t want to spoil later. I did finger some lube into me though. I didn’t know if would still be slick later, but I had fun doing it and that was all that mattered.

    I spent ages trying on underwear until I was happy with a pair of tight briefs. I was going to throw them out as they were a size too small, but for tonight that was exactly what I wanted. They were sexy as hell, a firetruck red waistband and white fabric that was stretched so tight it was almost see-through. I put on a tight t-shirt and grey sweat pants that were cuffed at the bottom. I knew I looked young and sexy. I couldn’t stop looking at myself in the mirror.

    Between then and when Geoff came back with Patrick in tow I wound myself up into a teenage sexual frenzy. All through the movie – some instantly forgettable but fun romcom – I had to tell myself to be patient. But as the movie credits rolled, I was practically ready to beg to be fucked again.

    Geoff played with the remote for the TV and suddenly we were watching some retro vintage porn. Some young guys were in what looked like a changing room at a gym or maybe a swimming pool. They quickly started to undress one another, to kiss, touch, suck and fuck.

    I had never watched porn with anyone before, least of all with two very handsome men who had already stripped me and pushed their cocks into my ass. It was unbelievably hot and my hormones were raging through my blood like fire.

    Patrick was on the sofa next to me. He reached over and pulled me into him. We kissed, long and slow. His tongue was gentle and hot as it explored my mouth and twisted around my own tongue. Then Geoff came over. While I almost lay on top of Patrick, kissing, Geoff pulled my legs out behind me and started to pull down my joggers. He took them off, carefully taking the cuffs over my feet. While he was there he sucked on my toes and gently massaged my soles with his thumbs. It was kinda ticklish, but the sensation was epic.

    Geoff worked his hands up the backs of my legs, massaging and caressing and sometimes using his fingernails to lightly scratch. It was wonderful and the change in sensation between caressing and scratching was mind blowing.

    He got to my bottom and massaged my butt through my underwear. “Would you look at this, Patrick?” He said softly,

    Patrick broke away from our kiss and looked over my shoulder. “My word, tight little panties for our tight little boy.” He said in appreciation. I loved that. I knew I had chosen well, but it was nice to have my choice recognised.

    Geoff pulled the underwear to one side and as Patrick rejoined our passionate kissing, Geoff shoved his face between my cheeks and began to tongue my hole. I got butterflies in my belly again and my heart was thumping.

    Patrick was playing with my ears and tracing his fingers behind my neck which gave me instant goosebumps. Geoff was tonguing my anus while he gently cirlced it with his thumb. I figured I must have died and gone to heaven.

    Then Geoff took my underwear by that red elastic strip and he yanked them all the way down to below my knees. “That’s better” he said. He reached under the sofa the lube he’d stashed there earlier. I heard him click open the lid and then I felt a wet, slick liquid pour into my crack.

    “Lot’s of lube today” he said quietly. “I don’t want you getting sore.” He massaged the lube around between my cheeks and started to finger it into me. He poured more on me, at least another two lots, and by the time he had finished he was finger fucking it into me with two fingers from each hand. I had my ass pushed up and I was moaning into my kiss.

    Patrick reached down and took hold of my t-shirt. He deftly pulled it up and over my head, throwing it behind us. So there I was, naked if you didn’t count the underwear that was still down near my ankles. Patrick’s hands were all over me setting my skin on fire and Geoff was fingering me in a way I just never knew was possible.

    All of my doubts from the previous three sessions were gone now, gradually worn away as I gained experience and confidence. I had wanted this all day and I felt comfortable with these two men. Geoff had been there every time and I felt like he’d really looked after me. I had a connection with him now, for sure. Patrick just had a way about him that I loved and he’d been so nice to me. Besides, they had both already fucked me and we all knew what to expect. I gave myself over to them completely. I was thoroughly relaxed, completely ready for whatever they wanted to do to me.

    Geoff placed his hands on my hips and pulled them back, bringing me onto my knees, my head now in Patrick’s lap. I fumbled with his fly and carefully took his cock from his underwear. It was already growing hard so I placed my lips on the tip and kissed it, gradually working it past my lips and letting him push up to slide it along my tongue. He moaned and I smiled to myself. I did that.

    I heard Geoff stripping off behind me. My entrance was ready having been fingered and stretched and lubed for ages. I wanted, no I needed, something bigger now so I was actually relieved when he started to carefully push his cock into me. I felt myself open wide for him, felt the head slip inside, felt his shaft sliding along my passage and I felt myself fill up to the brim.

    I moaned around the cock in my mouth. This was wonderful. If anything it was so much better even than before. Previously I had felt shy but slutty and I had loved that. This time I knew what I was getting and I knew what I wanted. I felt sexy and wanted and comfortable and tonight I was determined to really get into it.

    After several minutes of Geoff’s big cock head sliding high up inside me, he and Patrick exchanged some lewd comments and they agreed to swap. Geoff pulled out of my ass and pulled me down off the sofa onto the rug. He lay on his back and he manhandled me so that I was on my knees over him, so I could suck his cock and he could suck mine.

    I looked at Geoff’s throbbing dick fully aware that it had been in my rectum only a few seconds ago. I thought about my fingers earlier and I realised I didn’t care. As Geoff grabbed my junk and started to suck and lick with enthusiasm, I pushed my head down and took him as far back in my throat as I could.

    Patrick slapped my ass with an open hand and I flinched. It gave me a sharp sting on the rump but it was great. He did it again and then once more before grabbing my cheeks and pulling them apart and thrusting into me. It made my eyes wide. His awesome cock just fucked through my entrance and up into my guts. I got to work on Geoff’s cock, making sure to spend equal time on his balls too.

    Patric continued to slap me lightly as he fucked. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, really heightening the experience. My bottom was red, I was sure, and warm, but he was careful not to really hurt me. I pushed back with my hips in rhythm with his thrusts. I just wanted to feel him bottom out inside me, and he did.

    Geoff’s hands were everywhere down there. He started by moving my cock around as he sucked and licked but he quickly strayed to my scrotum, which he caressed and fondled. I don’t know how I didn’t come about ten times. Then he traced his fingers behind my scrotum and up to my anus. He touched me around there, feeling Patricks cock slipping and sliding in and out of me, feeling me as I stretched to take Patrick. It was an amazing feeling being touched and fucked at the same time. For a minute I forgot to suck on Geoff’s cock, I was so distracted!

    Patrick made a comment that he couldn’t stay “in there” for much longer or he’d blow. He said something to Geoff about me being “altogether too damn hot” and that made me grin. Patrick withdrew from me ever so slowly and that felt wonderful too. Then Geoff spun me around and kissed me, and told me to sit on him.

    I didn’t need telling twice. I sat up, reached behind me to touch my hole and then grab his dick. I got into position and started to sit back, to take Geoff inside me once more. I decided to go really slowly, like Patrick had, to tease Geoff. Just when both our eyes were crossed from the pleasure, I sat all the way back. He groaned. “Naughty” he said, but he was smiling.

    Patrick got behind me and massaged my back and shoulders all the way down to my ass. His hands were big and soft but with a leathery texture that was amazing on my skin. Finally he, too, was touching my hole where Geoff was inside me as I rose and fell on him. My eyes went wide again and he started to insert and finger alongside Geoff’s dick. He hooked it inside me and pulled, stretching me further than I had yet been stretched.

    God, that was good. I began moaning as I exhaled. I couldn’t get enough. Then two fingers! Oh, the pleasure as my relaxed, well-fucked hole was fingered around the rim as Geoff pushed into me. Over several minutes of being worked on, Patrick managed to get a finger from each hand into me and was pulling me open. I was breathing heavily and sweating like crazy, and Geoff pulled me forward into a loving embrace. We kissed and it took my mind away from what Patrick was doing back there. My body felt hot and energised. This was so good!

    Then I went rigid in shock. Geoff tightened his grip around my body with his strong arms and pulled me into another kiss. “Just relax. Just let it happen” he said through the kissing.

    Patrick had lined up his cock against Geoff’s and he was pushing the tip against my already occupied hole.

    I leaned into Geoff’s kiss and tried to relax, my body now still and unmoving. My eyes were wide as I felt Patrick’s erection sliding along Geoff’s. I felt an oddly nice stinging sensation as bit by little bit my ring stretched to accommodate him.

    It was slow and hot and I couldn’t really believe it was happening. I went from being utterly shocked and feeling like it would be too much or it would hurt or something, to realising that it was kind of okay, to now feeling like I desperately wanted it it. I wanted to be double-penetrated by these hot men. I felt like I could take it.

    I whimpered a lot as my entrance was stretched. It stung and the stretching felt like nothing I can describe. I guess on one hand it kinda hurt, but it was a hurt that I could manage and as I relaxed into it, it got better and better.

    Finally Patrick surged forward the rest of the way, his cock sliding along Geoff’s, their undersides ground together. “Ahhhh” I cried out, but my cry turned into an “ah” of delight before I had even finished making it. I rejoined my kissing with Geoff as both men began to slowly and gently flex and push and fuck. I grinned into my kiss. I was being screwed by two awesome, mature dicks at the same time and I fucking loved it!

    Patrick was grunting with exertion. “My Christ, where did you find this incredible young man?” He said and he slid his cock further inside me.

    “I know. I never thought his tight little pussy would be able to accommodate us both. DP already and he’s barely lost his virginity!”

    I arched my back and pushed back on them, feeling their combined size fill me up in a simply unimaginable way. Patrick took one hand off my hip and touched the back of my neck, tracing a line with his fingers down my spine. Geoff moved his own hands to my nipples, where his touched and twisted them driving me to even greater heights of pleasure.

    We fucked like that for a few minutes. I suddenly felt I might might come at any time. I was so close, but Geoff simply said “switch” to Patrick and they made every effort to be hands-off and gently slid their cocks from my now-gaping hole.

    I looked at Geoff with a frown and a cross expression. He just chuckled at me. “We’re not done yet. You’ll have to hold onto the edge until I let you come.”

    Patrick grabbed me and planted his face firmly on mine, stifling any comeback I might have had. I was once again lost in his embrace, in his kiss, while Geoff massaged my feet and nibbled my toes.

    The moment was gone. Bastards, I thought. But horny, naughty bastards…

    We spent a while just touching and playing and sucking and licking and it was just so hot.

    The next little while was a blur of everything. We sucked, I was penetrated, we sucked, I was touched and fingered. They did everything they could to pleasure me and it was truly wonderful. I felt like a princess being satisfied by two rival kings. I trusted them completely and they didn’t let me down.

    Patrick lifted me from behind in strong arms, his hands cupped under my thighs, my back to him. Geoff came over and took my ankles in his his, pushing them back. He took up position between my legs. He kissed me, then Patrick, and I could feel both of their stiff cocks jostling for position at my ass.

    Geoff went first, sliding in easily. There was just something about the way he entered me that made me sure this was it, this was the finale. He was tense, sweating, and his face was red. He was desperate to come and I was desperate for him to shoot.

    His cock moved sweetly through my sphincter, my anus and my entire passage now relaxed, stretched, and slick. It felt wonderful, effortless. In this position I could feel the head buried deep inside me. I felt weightless, being held up like this, weightless and helpless in a really awesome way while Geoff screwed me.

    He grunted. And again. His whole body was taught. He pulled the head of his cock out and then pressed it to my hole and he came. The hot salty juices coated my anus while I was still gaping wide. It was an entirely new feeling and I liked it.

    Now Geoff took hold of me, lifting me off Patrick and holding me chest to chest, cupping my buttocks and spreading them at the same time. I wrapped my legs around his waist and that’s when I felt Patrick’s amazing dick slide right in, fucking Geoff’s spunk back into me.

    Now it was Patrick’s turn to fuck me until he finished off. He fucked deep for a little while as I kissed Geoff, and then he pulled out and started something new. He just pushed the tip of his dick through my ring, fucking just the head in and out of me. It was a thrilling feeling and it sent waves of pleasure through my young body. I was so open and relaxed that there was no discomfort at all. In fact it was just wonderful.

    His thrusting become more staccato and I knew he was close. He too pulled right out and shot his load over my hole before fingering it back into me. The feeling of his middle finger as it delved inside me made me hot and gave me goosebumps.

    Geoff laid me down on the rug. He pushed me down so that I was laying flat on my back, my legs brought up and spread, my feet flat on the floor.

    Both men began to caress my cock, my balls, my cummy hole and my thighs. I was breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling as I tried to get enough oxygen into my system. Then they both moved in with their mouths and they shared some tongue and sucking action. I whimpered. I was so close. I hoped they’d let me finish this time because I didn’t think I could take it if they didn’t.

    “That’s it” Patrick said softly.

    “Come for us” Geoff added.

    A rush of energy washed from my scrotum up my spine. My balls seemed to shrink and go tight. My whole body was shaking, trembling like crazy. I’d never felt this way before. I didn’t know if this was normal.

    Patrick and Geoff both inserted a finger inside me and massaged where my prostate was. Both together while they sucked and licked.

    That was it. Every muscle tensed and I saw stars. I cried out and then suddenly I was coming. I shot spurt after spurt, my hips and torso flexing and shaking as I came. Both daddies were covered in my cum and I was too. I don’t know how many times I ejaculated but it was a lot and by the time I had finished I was totally spent, totally fucked, and I was glowing.

    Both men collapsed flat on their backs on either side of me and they chuckled. Their chuckles became laughter and I joined in.

    “My god, that was amazing!” Patrick said when his merriment had died down.

    “Best sex I have had. By far.” Echoed Geoff.

    I grinned from ear to ear. “Me too!” I said with a laugh.

    Geoff lifted my leg and gave my bottom a quick slap. I lifted my legs and grinned as I said “you ready to go again, big man?”

    Geoff smiled at me. “I wish I was a few years younger. I’d try and match your pace. I’m afraid if even two of us can’t satisfy you I don’t know what will!”

    I pulled a sad face but I couldn’t hold it. “I’m just fooling around. I promise, I’m satisfied and then some.”

    Patrick sat up and suggested it was time for bed. We all spent the night in Geoff’s room. His bed was huge and I was nestled in the middle and I have never felt so wanted or protected. I had to hand it them, their after-sex care of their little bottom boy was pretty good.

    In the morning I was woken by Patrick leaving. Geoff rolled over too and told me he had some things to do this morning. I pouted, but he told me he thought I should have a rest day so that I didn’t make myself sore for the weekend.

    I threw the covers back, exposing myself. The sheets were dirty and rumpled as we’d all gone to bed covered in cum and lube and sweat, but I just knew Geoff couldn’t resist my body. I wanted another fuck. I wanted it now!

    “Why you little…..” he started, but he broke off half-way through, his tongue practically lolling out.

    He grabbed one of my legs and twisted me over onto my front. He spat into his hand as I spread my legs open and pushed my bottom up. Geoff smeared the mess on my sticky hole. He paused, seeming unsure whether he should.

    “Fuck me daddy” I pleaded in my most teenage boy voice.

    Geoff was on me. His cock ripped into me, forcing its way into my anal canal. I whimpered as he took me, practically raped me except I wanted it and I’d encouraged it. He pushed down on the back of my head, pushing my face into the mattress and the dirty sheets.

    He humped me and I loved it. After a night of incredible lovemaking I wanted to be held down and just fucked like a total slut and that’s exactly what Geoff did. He took his boy. His submissive twink boy.

    It didn’t take him long to send yet another load of his salty sour cum into my booty. He pulled out as quickly as he pushed in and he slapped my ass hard.

    “You’re a naughty little fucker. Now rest or I’ll tie you up somewhere…. somewhere you’ll be alone and can’t touch yourself.”

    There was a pause where I didn’t move, didn’t speak. He leaned down and lightly kissed my bottom and I smiled into the sheets.

    “You do things to me that no-one should be able to do” he said as gently thumbed my boy pussy.

    He got up off the bed and went to shower and get ready. I decided to stay in bed and go back to sleep. I was exhausted, but i wanted to recapture that moment in a dream. As I drifted off again I was rock hard and leaking precum again.

    I sighed.

    This was so much better than a free holiday!


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