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Owen was laying on the sofa in nothing but a pair of dirty white socks, and a pair of silky white football shorts. He was watching the football and rubbing his hands over his crotch and arse subconsciously, whilst thinking about their earlier football game, and what could have happened…

* * *

Owen had been playing in midfield and had gotten into an altercation with another player, and having not had the best relationship with the referee, the judgement had been made that Owen was yellow carded, and then subsequently benched so that he would still be able to play later in the game if needed, but would also have time to cool off.

Whilst sat on the bench, Owen played on his phone and saw that Ethan had sent him a message telling him to wait after the game.

Owen popped a semi in anticipation, and was tempted to head off to relive himself, but he knew he’d get flack from the manager if he did. So he stayed there, thinking ‘unsexy’ thoughts, in a world of his own.

“‘George’ is gonna be on site on Wednesday” he heard a voice say.

Owen couldn’t see a face or a body at first, and didn’t even know if they were talking to him, but the mere mention of ‘George’ had flooded owens brain with memories of that mystery cock, and the way it had pummelled his insides and opened him up like never before.

“He was impressed you could take him” said the voice, which owen was starting to think sounded familiar, and then with those words he realised. It was the “stranger”.

“Of course i got the best lube, that is to say cum, up you first. And then to get to feel your tight hole try to grip my cock after his, well kid, you’ve got some talent.”

“Yeah you fucking perv, you didn’t even give me a chance to steady myself after your mate before you rammed your knob back up me” owen grinned whilst trying to sound macho despite the words he was saying.

“You gonna come out in the open, so I can see who’s fucked me, and to give me another go, or have I got to wait until Wednesday for you too?

Josh, one of the linesmen, who was semi regular on their pitches stepped from behind the obscuring walls of the players shelter, and stood grinning at owen.

The same Josh who had reportedly been caught hooking up with Ethan.

Josh still stood grinning as he saw the look of realisation on Owens face, and rubbed his crotch in a way which he thought looked manly and assertive, but Owen thought looked childish and chavvy and reminded him of the lads he went to school with just 2 years before.

“I’ll make you a bet” said Josh

“If your team win, I’ll do what you want, at a time of your choosing”

Owen knew his team were loosing 2-0 currently, so this ‘bet’ sounded very one sided.

“What happens if we don’t?” Asked owen?

“If you’re team loses, your arse is mine to do with as I please on site for a day”

Josh moved on closer

“Luka only sucks cock on site, so if you lose, I’m sure the boys would love to fill your tight plump c*nt for the day, and I bet you would too”

Owen had shaken his hand before he even thought about the possible repercussions at work.

As they shook hands, owens fantasy seemed to loose momentum before it had even started.

Owens team scored a goal, and somehow within 3 minutes had levelled the score.

Josh had wandered off and was back fulfilling his duties for the amateur football league, and owen was called back onto the field. As he crossed the ball for an assist, his hole twinged at the loss of the sexual fantasy of being used by numerous men on site, but his brain knew team loyalty wouldn’t let him screw up their game or their chances in their group league.

It also meant owen was showing he wasn’t going to be a play thing at their beckoning… even if that’s exactly what he wanted.

The game finished 2-3, in favour of owens team, and Josh was quick to approach and congratulate him.

“Il leave you my number, a bets a bet.” Said Josh. “Only rule is I’m not giving up “George’s identity”

“Don’t worry, il find out my own ways, even if I have to ride him until Christmas” laughed owen.

He said farewell and headed to the changing room with the rest of the guys, who showered in cubicles, rather than in a communal shower.

Owen hadn’t played the whole game, and wasn’t sure if he might get to see Lee, so deliberately changed only his top, and then headed out to the fixtures board.

“Easy tiger” called Ethan, pulling Owen’s thoughts back to reality, and to his current surroundings.

Owen looked up from his phone, which showed the last 4 messages from Lee were still unread, and he was being unusually silent.

“I got your Message” said Ethan, with a stoic look on his face. “I take it you heard about me and Josh”

“Mate, I did, but it’s not like that” Owen started

“I don’t shout it from the rooftops but I like guys” he blurted.

“So instead of starting with a conversation, as a mate, you thought that sending the vid of someone…”

“Me. It was me.” Interrupted Owen “I think you’re fit, and I don’t want to make things awkward here or out for drinks, but I thought you might be interested in seeing if the friendship goes in another direction.”

“Well from the message you’ve sent I’m guessing you don’t mean romantic” laughed Ethan.

“Just fun mate, no strings fun”

“Il have a think about it and maybe we can see what happens” replied Ethan.

“You off to find Josh now? Laughed Owen

“Shut up. No. He can suck my cock next week”

And with that Ethan flushed red and ran off, having Said more than he had planned.

5 minutes later, Owen heard his phone ping. 2 messages at the same time.

First was from Josh, inviting him to his place for a bacon sandwich and a chat.

Seconds later was Ethan, asking if Owen wanted to watch that afternoons football game.

Owen weighed up both options, and decided that either they were playing games with him, and that he wanted to see how far they’d go, or that neither one knew about this and that he could see how far they’d go separately.

Owen replied yes to both, and received Josh’s address a few minutes after, and Ethan said he’d swing by Owens house that afternoon, as he knew where he lived.

45 minutes later Owen hopped off of the electric scooter he had rented and knocked on Josh’s back door.

They sat and chatted and made small talk before Josh steered the conversation towards their encounter on site. After establishing that Owen got off on it, Josh explained that he was verse, and that “George” had fucked him a bunch of times in the cubicle on site, so it was hot for him to top.

Owen asked about him and Ethan and found out that they were just hooking up, with no romantic feelings between them, and that Josh was helping Ethan find his way. So far Josh had sucked Ethan off a few times, fucked him once, and been fucked by him on 3 different occasions.

Owen was caught off guard finding out that Josh was verse but knew that there was gonna be someone else who liked getting fucked, as he wasn’t the only lad with a preference for bottoming in the world.

“So have you really invited me round for a bacon sandwich and a chat?” Asked Owen bluntly, half an hour into his visit.

“I believe, I do what you want, was the bet” replied Josh

“Ok suck my cock then” stated Owen.

Josh dropped to his knees and slowly pulled Owens shorts down, revealing a ap pair of white Calvin Klein boxers, which in turn revealed a grey jock strap, that had been carefully hidden from the other players.

Owen was a little more than flaccid, but not quite semi, yet Josh slid his tongue under Owens now freed cock, and swallowed it to the base. He felt the cock harden and stiffen and expand inside his mouth and down his throat. Josh slowly moved his tongue caressing Owen’s growing cock, and swallowed the the helmet down his throat so that owens full length stayed inside his mouth.

This was clearly someone who was used to sucking cock, and also dealing with bigger cocks that Owen was sporting too which turned Owen on immediately.

Josh started to bob his head up and down the length of owens now solid cock, and could already taste a wad of precum glazing his tongue and dripping down his throat. Josh caressed owens balls and then grabbed owens hips and cupped his arse. He gripped owens firm cheeks and guided Owen upright.

Owen had taken off his shoes on arrival to Josh’s house, and so stepped out of the shorts and underwear items which had fallen around his ankles. As Josh sucked his cock, with his eyes closed, Owen silently pushed his lips together and pushed saliva onto his forefinger and index finger and smeared it across his hairless pink hole.

Owen pushed the 2 fingers up inside himself and massaged his ring, and bucked his hips inside Josh’s mouth. Josh massaged owens balls and moved his hand up towards owens arse and felt that Owen had already started to take care of his own hole.

Josh kept on sucking as that’s what he’d been ordered to do, and increased his momentum, twirling his tongue over owens helmet.

Owens knees bucked as he suddenly blew his load down Josh’s throat. It was the best blow job he’d ever had, and it had taken him less than 6 minutes to get hard, and cum in this hoover of a mouth, which was sucking every drop from his throbbing cock, without once having his cock fully leave Josh’s mouth.

After the waves of his pleasure had diminished, Owen pulled back and removed his still hard cock from Josh’s mouth.

Josh sat on his knees still, with a grin on his face from a job well done, his cock visibly tenting in his shorts.

“Are you gonna take care of that” asked Owen?

“Wasn’t told to” replied Josh submissively

“Well I’m telling you to get that cock out” Owen replied, enjoying the domination role he had been thrust into.

“Now lay on the floor” commanded Owen and Josh did as he was instructed. He lay on his kitchen floor in just his football shirt, with his underwear and shorts around his sock less ankles.

“Jerk it” instructed Owen, and he began to finger himself again.

Josh lay on the floor jerking his cock up and down, as owen then climbed on top of Josh and set straddling his cock. He felt Josh’s helmet grazing and brushing against and over his hole as Josh wanked his cock. Owen pushed back and felt the helmet of Josh’s cock penetrate his hole and he let out a gasp in pleasure.

Josh was still jerking his cock whilst owens hole was now slowly letting 2 and then 3 inches of his cock sink inside him, feeling Josh’s hand pressed between his own body and Owens descending cheeks.

Owen lifted himself slightly and allowed the small amount of Josh’s cock which was inside him to slide in and out, doubling Josh’s pleasure.

Josh caved and couldn’t keep up the wanking, and gripped Owens hips, thrusting up into him, as Owen began his descent down Josh’s shaft. The result was that all of Josh’s cock was dramatically pushed inside Owen with momentum resulting in owens ass cheeks slapping against Josh’s exposed thighs. Both Owen and Josh let out gasps of pleasure and groans, and moved their bodies against each other in perfect synchronicity. As Josh pushed up into Owen Owen would push down so that he was balls deep inside him, and when Owen lifted away, Josh withdrew slightly so that Owen had the repeated pleasure and momentum of Josh’s adequately sized member slamming into him with his whole 5 inches deep at a time.

Owen wished Josh had a bigger cock but right now it was scratching an itch that Lee wasn’t.

Thinking of Lee owen wondered why he was distancing himself, and then snapped back into the moment as Josh grabbed owen and pulled him into a kiss, whilst his cock pumped and throbbed, erupting and shooting his load up into owens waiting hole.

Owen groaned feeling the slimy stickiness coating his walls whilst Josh remained balls deep inside him. Eventually Josh broke the kiss, and apologised. Owen shrugged and smiled, happy that he was now filled with the nectar which his hole craved more and more of.

Owen stayed at Josh’s for another 40 minutes, and got his bacon sandwich which was promised too which had made Owen chuckle when Josh had gotten up and started cooking for him after catching his breath and laying beside Owen on the cool kitchen floor when Owen had finally climbed off of him.

* * *

“You enjoying yourself there mate?” Asked Ethan, who was sat in the armchair across the room from Owen, whilst they watched the football.

Owen was laying on the sofa in nothing but a pair of dirty white socks, and a pair of silky white football shorts. He was watching the football and rubbing his hands over his crotch and arse subconsciously.

Owen stopped and looked sheepishly at Ethan.

They’d been sat in silence other than a few words about the game on tv for almost an hour, and Owen had let his mind wander more than he had realised.

Ethan climbed out of the armchair and sat at the opposite end of the sofa which Owen had been laying across.

He let his hand touch Owen leg just above the sock, making direct skin to skin contact.

“Thinking about taking this friendship in a different direction?” Ethan asked.

“Maybe” lied Owen. He’d been thinking about the bet which Josh had made earlier and how he could have been passed around the builders, roofers, electricians and plumbers on the site for a day and how he’d have felt during and after. If only his team had lost…

“What’s the situation?” Asked Ethan. “I’m guessing that from the way you’re rubbing yourself, and the Snapchat you sent, that you prefer to be on the receiving end”

Owen nodded and felt Ethan’s hand slide up over his knee slowly and stop at this thigh. Ethan’s fingers traced owens light hairs on his leg and owen noticed the tenting in Ethan’s trackies.

“I have a boyfriend, but it’s an open relationship, as I like to take it, and he’s happy to share me from time to time” stated owen matter of factly.

He didn’t drop names, and he didn’t explain about the complicated situation with Lee also, but his explanation was seemingly enough for Ethan.

“So is he joining us today? Asked Ethan, slightly on edge at meeting another of their friend group in this situation.

“Nope, just us today” replied owen. “Didn’t want to scare you off” and he chuckled.

“Scare me off from fucking your fat arse? Replied Ethan, and he brought his hand straight up owens shorts and cupped his cheek with his hand tightly.

“Oi, my arse is not fat” growled owen

“It’s plump and tasty mate, wanted it since college if I must say it” said Ethan, catching owen unawares.

“You’ve literally been a fantasy, and I thought you were just close with your best mates, didn’t realise how close you could get though. Wish I’d acted on it sooner, but you had the girlfriend and…”

Owen moved his leg and used his foot to rub Ethan’s herd on through his trackies, shutting him up, and giving the go ahead for this to happen.

Ethan climbed in top of Owen and kissed him in his neck, then his nipples. He worked his way down owens torso, as he lay there shirtless, and brought his hands towards owens shorts. Owen pushed them down and kicked them off smoothly, without kicking or knocking Ethan off if him.

Ethan was greeted by a blue jockstrap which was straining to keep owens cock inside. Ethan greedily pulled the jockstrap to one side and inhaled the scent of owens crotch, before licking his balls, and up the underside of his shaft, then swallowing owens cock. Ethan gagged a bit as Owen got halfway down his throat but he sucked and bobbed his head up and down, giving a wet sloppy blowjob. Saliva was dribbling out of his mouth but Ethan’s eyes had practically rolled back in his own head. He was fully engrossed in the moment, and in tasting as much of Owen as he could. Owen had a decent 8 and half inch cock, and Ethan was swallowing just over 4 and a half of his length

Owens balls tightened and he was deciding whether to flood his friends mouth and throat with his load, or whether to hold off, when Ethan pulled back for air, unknowingly stopping at a good point.

Owen decided to return the favour, and showed off his skills, taking Ethan’s solid cock fully down his throat and nuzzling his nose against Ethan’s trimmed pubes.

Owen used his mouth to massage the throbbing member, and caressed the underside of Ethan’s shaft, which caused Ethan’s whole body to shudder in pleasure. Ethan bucked his hips and placed his hands in Owens head, holding him down, whilst breathing heavily.

“Owen, mate, stop” pleaded Ethan “Owen I’m so close and I’m not ready yet. I need to be with you properly, but you’re too good”

Owen let Ethan’s meat fall from his mouth, and looked at Ethan’s face, the need and the lust clearly visible in his eyes.

Owen lifted his legs and grabbed hold of his socked feet and revealed his pink hole, presenting tightly, giving no sign of the earlier penetration, and the white creamy trait waiting within.

Ethan looked at Owen presenting his hole to him on his family sofa and waited less than 10 seconds before his tongue was already lapping greedily at owens entrance. Owen didn’t want to reveal that he had been fucked just a few hours ago, by Josh, so was tightening his muscles so that ethan had to put some pressure in his tongue to force it up inside him.

Ethan was pushing his face deep into owens crotch and had his jawline firmly embedded between owens cheeks, whilst his tongue worked its way up into owen, and he ate his friends hole as if it was the most delicious meal he had ever sampled. Owen moaned and rolled his head back into the cushions below him, and pulled his legs back as far as they could go, as if he could get any more of Ethan’s tongue inside him.

Owen couldn’t resist and brought his hand to his solid cock and moved it slowly up and down whilst bucking his hips and fucking himself on Ethan’s tongue.

After what was nearly 10 minutes of just eating Owens hole, Ethan had pushed lots of saliva up into Owen and he was wet and ready for something more.

As Ethan sat back and admired his work, watching Owen hole drip and gape slightly, Ethan decided to skip straight to the full fucking.

Ethan knelt between owens legs and positioned his cock, pointing it straight at owens hole, and pushed forwards, letting his cock penetrate Owen, and feeling minimal resistance from Owen.

Ethan’s thick head popped inside owens waiting hole and slid all the way in. There were no words spoken between the two lads as Ethan sank all of his 7 inch cock into Owen.

Owen loved the feeling of a cock plunging into him, and even more so when it was the first time taking the new piece. He also loved how his hole was relaxed under his control yet he still felt when the last 2 inches of Ethan’s cock pushed past the limit of where Josh had been just hours before.

Owen was loving the feeling of Ethan being inside him, his cock was thicker and longer than Josh’s, but not quite the same thickness as Lee.

Ethan started to pound Owen hole, moving his hips slowly and already building speed, and Owen was not ready for it. He didn’t cum completely but his cock suddenly shot a spurt of cum straight up over Ethan’s chest.

Ethan wiped it off with a finger and licked it clean. He grimaced slightly, and admitted he wasn’t a cum lover, but wanted to experience every part of being intimate with Owen, as he had spent many nights coming to terms with his own sexuality, thinking of how he’d like to hook up with Owen. He had half expected for Owen to be the one topping and he’d prepared for this, but the fact that he was fucking Owen just made it even sweeter of an experience.

Ethan’s attention was on Owen and having seen how much he’d enjoyed his cock sinking inside him, Ethan decided to rapidly withdraw it and reinsert it. Owens hole gaped at the sudden removal and Owen groaned as the cock was shoved back up him just as quickly.

So Ethan did it again.

The third time he did it he noticed that his cock was covered in cum.

Ethan stopped and looked at Owen

“Mate, have you been fucked already today?” Ethan gestured to his cum covered cock “is this a present from your boyfriend?“

Owen weighed up the options.

He could say it was his boyfriend and lie, or he could tell Ethan it was from Josh, and gauge his reaction. Owen decided the latter.

“It’s from Josh. We hooked up at work a few weeks ago and”

Owens words were cut short by the sudden feeling of Ethan’s dick thrusting back inside him

“I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are” breathed Ethan and he began to jackhammer inside Owens hole, half planking, half holding Owen in place for the hard fucking that was to follow.

“I’m not a slut” groaned Owen, secretly loving being verbally dressed down whilst getting railed by Ethan

“Said the cum dump. You clearly love getting fucked, and you’ve just told me you’ve had another guy breeding you just hours ago”

Ethan thrust forwards and pushed with all his might against Owens cheeks and tried to force himself so deep inside Owen, that there was no gap between them. Yet somehow without pulling back, Ethan was still thrusting up inside Owen, balls deep, fully bottomed out. He took Owens feet and pulled them to his face and inhaled deeply. He started to suck Owens dirty sweaty socks and groaned

Owen knew Ethan had gotten off berating him, so decided to push him over the edge

“Fuck my slut hole, breed me, send me back to Brad dripping with your cum”

Shit. Shouldn’t have said Brads name thought Owen.

He need not have worried as it did the trick. He felt Ethan erupt shooting his cum deep inside Owens guts. The force was so strong Ethan literally kept on fucking Owen deep, bellowing like a beast, and he fucked Owens cum right out of him.

Ethan pulled out of Owen and watched as his hole twitched to close but returned to gaping. Ethan’s cum, and some of Josh’s too, ran from Owens hole, however before Owen could reach around to stop it, Ethan had scooped it up and pushed it back inside Owen well fucked hole, before pushing it in deeper with 3 of his fingers.

Owen was shocked and turned on how Ethan was using him like a sexual object. Totally different from the romanticism he had expected.

Ethan flexed his fingers in Owens cummy hole, and his cock throbbed and bounced, having not gone flaccid yet.

He was still sniffing and sucking at Owens sweaty socks and they were getting pretty wet with Ethan’s saliva.

Owen felt drained and yet was keen to see how far Ethan wanted to take this encounter.

With his free hand, which was not inside Owens hole, Ethan released Owens foot and peeled his sodden socks off quickly, and he ran his tongue over Owens feet, from sole to toes, over and between each of his toes and and back down the arches of Owens soles.

He squirmed as his feet hadn’t been touched in weeks since Lee last saw him, which made his heart and hole Pang with longing.

Ethan now moved his hand down and was jerking his cock, whilst still stretching Owen hole with three fingers, and moving them around inside him.

After a few more minutes of this Ethan told Owen to get up and bend over the large footstool which sat next to the sofa making it like a chaise lounges.

Owen did as he was told, lifting himself off of Ethan’s fingers, as they were not willingly withdrawn.

No sooner had Owen bent over the footstool, before Ethan had decided to ravage him again, and thrust his hard cock back up inside him.

Owen groaned and his hole spasmed and gripped Ethan’s invading cock tightly, but it was too late and Ethan had used so much force with his thrust he was 6 inches deep already and the way he was jackhammering his hips meant it was mere moments until he broke through Owens tightened sphincter and was balls deep again.

Owen was loving the hard fuck his ex school firmed was giving him, so much so that his mind wasn’t even wandering to what if scenarios, or imaginary extras appearing.

Which was ironic because at that moment Lee walked in the front door, looked straight through the hallway and into the living room and watched as Owen was being railed on the footstool.

Lee was here to fuck Owen the way he knew Owen wanted it and showed no surprise at Ethan being inside his lover.

He slipped out of his clothes, and walked up behind Ethan, tapping him on the shoulder, and pointed at Owen.

Ethan nodded, and leant forwards to push Owens head down lower so he couldn’t see Lee at all. He kissed the back of Owens neck, and unceremoniously pumped another load inside Owens hole. He thrust harder and deeper and Owen could really feel Ethan’s cock hitting the base of his stomach.

Owen sighed deeply as Ethan finally withdrew his cock, and was still bent over the footstool when Ethan came and sat in front of him, pushing his cummy sweaty cock in his face to be cleaned. As Owen took Ethan’s cock in his mouth, Ethan wisely pushed the full length down Owens throat so he had to control his breathing and ensure he didn’t gag.

This also served as a distraction preventing Owen from biting down on Ethan’s cock, as Lee pushed his thick helmet against Owens hole, using only the saliva, sweat and trickles of cum which had escaped to lubricate his entrance.

Owen gasped and gagged and tried to turn but his head was held in place by Ethan and he started to panic, tightening his sphincter and gripping the momentarily unknown cock inside him.

Owen looked at Ethan as if to ask “what have you done” when Lee spoke for the first time.

“Hey lover, or should I just call you slut now?” Ethan released Owens face and he looked back, relived, turned in but also put out.

“What the fuck Lee?”

“I’m helping you get the fuck of your dreams Owen. If I can’t love you without sharing you, I figured I’d come to terms with it in my own time and help you out to show my love at the same time.

I was down the pub the night after your special encounter, and I overheard Josh and a mate of his openly discussing their time with you with Ethan here.”

Ethan looked sheepish as Owen looked back up to him.

“You acted like you had no idea about Josh” started Owen, but he stopped as lees thrusts hit his gspot and his cock throbbed viciously against the boxing of the footstool, which caused him to then wince slightly and tighten around lees cock.

“That’s it bitch grip this cock and squeeze my cum into your waiting hole”

Owens cock throbbed again, tureens on with all this dirty talk and slut shaming.

Lee resumed his tale “Turns out ‘George’ and his mate Josh were the ones from the site, and following your admission that you’d want to do it again, I thought I’d tell them you’d be game. It was me who told Brad about Ethan and Josh, and they were all keen to help you get off, and to use you to get us all off.

We’ve been planning this for a little while and we want to see if we can outdo ‘George’

Owen Tilted his head quizzically, Having just adapted to taking Lee back inside him, and watched as Ethan stood up and sat on the sofa.

Lee bent down over Owen and kissed the back of his neck and nibbled on the lobes of his ears.

He jumped Owen like a dog, and planted his load deep inside him, before finally pulling out.

Owen was dripping precum from his cock and he’d left a considerable amount down the side of the footstools material.

He stood up and embraced Lee, happy to see him, and happy that they had resolved their issues.

They kissed tenderly, and Lee jerked Owens cock gently, before placing his hands on Owens shoulders and guided him backwards, pushing him down onto Ethan’s still solid cock.

Lee was kissing Owen as Ethan sank his cock inside him, and Owen ended up sat in Ethan’s lap. He was straddling him, with his legs on opposite sides, but Lee lifted Owens legs so he was rolled backwards onto Ethan’s torso.

Lee stood there and licked Owens left foot, groaning and his cock springing back to fully erect at the smell of his football sweat which still clung to the sole and his toes.

Ethan thrust up into Owen and held him on his thighs, bouncing him up and down on his cock and his lap.

Lee pulled away from Owens foot, spat on it, and then pulled it down to rub over his cock.

Whilst Ethan fucked Owens hole, Lee pulled Owens fight foot round and fucked Owens feet.

“Lee I want you inside me again, I’ve missed you so much”

Lee winked at Owen and nodded.

He withdrew his cock from Owens feet, and pushed Owens legs apart again, staring at Ethan’s cock sliding in and out, slick with Owens juices, saliva, and multiple cum loads.

Owen thought he was going to lift him back off of Ethan but he didn’t, he took his saliva coated cock and positioned his helmet at Owens hole, and started to push.

Owen groaned, as he realised that Lee and Ethan had planned this, they were going to double fuck him, together at the same time.

He couldn’t contain himself and he shot all over himself as Lee popped his thick cock head inside Owen, alongside Ethan’s cock. Ethan was still, as Lee pushed more of himself inside Owen.

Owen writhed in pleasure feeling both cocks inside him.

As lee pushed more of himself into Owen, Ethan resumed thrusting, and within a few more thrusts, both cocks were going like pistons in and out of Owens hole.

He was in ecstasy and his cock had shot another burst of cum over himself making that 2 loads in a matter of moments, just from the feeling of having his hole stretched, and both cocks using each other in different ways to hit his prostate.

Ethan was panting heavily, and seemed to be nearing his limit, and just 3 thrusts later a third load was pumped from his cock, up deep inside Owen.

The throbbing sensation, then squeezing sensation of Owens hole, as it struggled with the new sensation of 2 cocks at the same time, and tried to contract to keep all the cum inside himself, was then enough to push Lee over the edge, as he kissed Owen passionately.

The three lads laid there, their bodies still entwined, for a number of minutes before both cocks had gone to a semi flaccid state.

Lee pulled out first, and he watched as a trickled of cum followed. Owens hole contracted quite quickly, but when Ethan pulled out after, his hole was too well used to close, and a flood of cum fan from his hole, and down onto Ethan’s crotch. Lee had picked up Owens silky shorts and passed them to Ethan to stop their combined pool of cum from running onto the sofa.

Mainly because Owens mother would go apeshit metal when the stain revealed itself.

Owen climbed off Ethan and laid on the floor, and Lee lay beside him and embraced him.

Ethan watched the 2 lads, jealous of their openness but happy to have been included in lees sexual plan.

“That was amazing” sighed Owen

“I love you” said Lee. “And I’m prepared to do this to keep you happy”

“I love you too” replied Owen

“I love your hole” murmured Ethan and the three of them laughed.

“We all love his hole” said Lee, “and I’m excited to see how much more it can take. Not today though, I’m knackered and I think you might be fucked enough”

“I didn’t know I feel really empty now” replied Owen bluntly “maybe we can go again in nano hour or so when you’ve both recovered?”

Ethan laughed “this slut is relentless, I can’t believe I thought you liked birds”

Lee laughed too “no he loves the deep dicking. Feel free to use him when you want, but don’t forget what we agreed”

And with that Lee rummaged in his pocket of his discarded trackies, pulled out a medium sided butt plug, and passed it to Owen.

“From now on, if you want cock, you take it, but you keep the cum inside, and Ethan, Brad or myself will keep checking. You know I love pounding that tight hole, and when it’s full of cum, it’s just too hard to pass up.”

Owen grinned and swallowed the plug, coating it with saliva, before pushing it up inside himself.

He was looking forward to showing it to Dwayne, as Brad supposedly knew about it already. He was also looking forward toseeing what new exploits their growing friend group would soon be getting up to.

The Show

I made my way to the bus stop as I was mentally preparing myself for my first day at college. I text my friend Ethan.

Hey man, where are you guys?

We’re in the small café near the library.

Ethan was my best friend. I’ve known him since we were kids and we knew everything about each other but we couldn’t be more opposite to each other. A tall, blond, muscular jock. What I always imagined a lady’s man to look like. He is more of an extrovert compared to me.

I’ll see you in a bit. Getting on my bus now.

See you soon buddy 🙂

The bus was a short journey to the college, roughly 20 minutes. But in the meantime, reader, I must confess something. Last night something awoke in me. A strange surge of lust and desire. My mind kept playing what Norman had said in the food hall about this place changing people like him and me. I was starting to see what he meant.

Thoughts of his cock and ripped body covered in his cum clouded my mind for the whole bus journey. Thank goodness I had my backpack with me so I could hide my boner. I thank the bus driver and hurried to the café.

“Alex!” A voice called from one of the tables. “Over here!”

“Hey, Ethan.” I sat down beside him.

“How’re you enjoying the complex?” Ethan said. “It’s right beside the beach, right?”

“I’ve only been there a day but it’s good so far.” Norman’s cock paraded my mind. “Nice room all to myself.”

“I think you got lucky.” He sighed. “I’m sharing a room with two other guys and it’s not what I thought it would be like.”

He laughed as we just shot the shit until it was time for our classes. I was studying history and mythology. I always liked Greek and Roman mythology and the local history of my hometown.

Our professor came in as the room went quiet. A buff older man with short brown hair, a well-groomed beard, and a mustache. He was wearing a tight shirt showcasing his impressive chest and dad bod. I was sitting in the front room and could’ve sworn he smiled at me.

“Welcome everyone to classics. I am professor Harkins.” He had a deep husky voice. “For anyone thinking this course will be a breeze is sorely mistaken. Just because there are no assignments doesn’t mean the tests I set won’t be hard. If everyone understands then let us begin.”

Professor Harkins was intense and he demanded the room and everyone gave their full attention. I decided to stay in the library and read over some of the course material he provided when the class had finished.

Luckily for me, the library was just a short walk from my bus stop, so I could easily stay late and get the last bus home. I got a few books and began to look over some of the material.

“Nice to see one of my students getting some studying in.” A husky voice said from one of the book aisles.

“Professor.” I replied. “I didn’t see you there.”

“I was just doing my usual rounds.” He grinned. “You do realize what time it is, don’t you?”

Stupid me tried to check my phone and realized it had died. I had said an alarm so that I didn’t miss my last bus. I looked at the time on the library’s clock. Well past midnight.

“Oh no!” I called out. “I missed my last bus!”

“Don’t worry.” He pulled something out of his pocket. “I can give you a lift home if you’d like?”

“Thank you, professor.” I let out a sigh of relief. “I live in the apartment complex by the beach.”

“Not too far from where I live. C’mon, grab your things.”

I put all y stuff away in my backpack and followed the professor to his car. A vintage dark green car, one you’d see in an 80’s movie. He unlocked his side first before opening my side when he got in. The car smelled like a man. A strong smell of cologne and sweat. He turned the car and drove out of the carpark.

“How did you find my introduction today?” He asked.

“Great, a bit intimidating.” I replied. “I’ve always had a keen interest in mythology ever since I was very young.”

“I think I’m going to like you.” He chuckled. “I always like a student who’s keen…” He trailed off as he didn’t know my name.

“Alex, sir.”

“Alex, eh?” He smiled through his mustache. “The name’s Howard.”

The rest of the car journey was silent until we got to the apartment’s carpark. He got out of the car and opened my side of the door. He grabbed my bag and his from the trunk.

“Thank you for the lift professor but I think I can walk myself to the door.”

“You’re not the only one that lives here lady.”

“Oh, so sorry I didn’t know you lived here too.”

“That’s alright.” He smiled. “It’s late we better get to bed, don’t you think?”

We walked in together and got to the elevator. Howard lived on the second floor. He said goodnight to me and headed to his room. When I reached my floor, a thought crept into my mind. I wonder if Norman is still up? I walked by his room and saw a note on his door.

“Enjoy the show.” It read.

A light flickered and I could dimly see into the room. It was Norman. He was naked once again and this time he was facing the window. He was sitting on his armchair and stroking his hard cock yet again. He rubbed his abs and chest as he stared out the window. He knew I was there and he knew I was watching him.

The door creaked open a little shining the light from the room out into the corridor. He got up and came over to the door. My heart started to race as I heard his bare footsteps on the tiles get closer. He opened the door slightly.

“Alex, it’s you.” He smiled. “What are you doing up this late?”

“I was studying last at college and lost track of time. What are you doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” He opened the door a little more. “Had too much coffee at work.”

“There was this note on the door.” I said, my mind not catching up with my mouth. “Was this for me?”

“What if it was?” He grinned his big smile. “Would you like to come in?”

During the day the boyfriend and I went for a few drinks drinks before heading out to a gig. While there, we got talking to another guy who was new to the area and here for work. This guy (I will call Rahim) was early 40s, Middle Eastern, 5’10 in height, and average build. 

My boyfriend invited him to the gig with us and en route we all needed to pee. We got out of the car and pissed along the side of the road. During this time, curiosity got the better of me and I glanced over and saw Rahim’s cock. 

He had a powerful stream going out and all I could see was a large purple mushroom head which looked so suckable. Once we got back in to the car all I could think of was needing to suck this man’s cock until he unloads at the back of my throat. By the end of the night, my boyfriend was asleep in his friend’s car and I was staring at Rahim taking other piss behind a tree, just wishing his cock was in my mouth. 

We eventually got back to our place where I got my boyfriend into bed and showed Rahim around so he knew where the bathroom and spare room were. We also spent time talking in the garden where he spoke about his girlfriend in the Netherlands and how he misses having sex with her, especially because he was drunk. 

I left him to talk to her and went to bed thinking about needing to suck his cock before he heads off. When I woke up, my boyfriend had already left to go to work and Rahim was asleep on the sofa in his T-shirt and loose boxer shorts. 

I went to make coffee and try not to wake him as I knew this would be the perfect time to taste that gorgeous mushroom head I saw the day before. I drank my coffee in the garden hoping that he wouldn’t wake so I could take my chance to at least see his cock erect. When I returned to the lounge and sat on the chair, I was staring at Rahim’s hairy legs and stroking my cock. 

He appeared fast sleep when I leaned over and started stroking his legs while I still held my cock in my hand. While caressing his legs, I looked up to his boxers where I noticed that he was experiencing a tip slip. 

I seized the moment and let my horny devil take over by moving the fabric of the loose shorts and free his cock. I then slowly licked the head when I heard a gentle moan coming from Rahim. I stopped for a second to look up and see he was still sleeping. 

I continued licking his head and shaft for a few minutes feeling him get rock hard to a good 7 inches. Then I covered about a quarter of his cock with my mouth before proceeding to suck on his ever hardening cock, bobbing my head up and down. I was getting so carried away with sucking this tasty cut cock that I did not realise Rahim had woken up. 

He made jump right off his cock when I heard “what are you doing? I am not gay”. My heart was pounding and I was apologising profusely explaining that I saw his cock slip out and it looked so tasty. After a few minutes of silence and me trying not to look at his once throbbing cock become soft again, Rahim spoke up and said it did feel nice having a warm mouth on his cock as he hasn’t had sex since he left his girlfriend two months ago to come to the UK. 

Rahim then pulled off his boxer shorts and told me to get back on his cock and make sure that he cums otherwise he would also tell my boyfriend of this. I happily obliged and got back in front of him taking his cock whole in my mouth. 

I started sucking and licking this cock like it was the last one I would ever have. After five minutes, I looked up and noticed that he was looking at various pictures of his girlfriend. I moved his legs forward so expose his hole to him. I started stroking his cock again while sucking on one of my fingers. When my finger was nice and wet, I went back to sucking on his on cock and started working my finger inside this straight man’s very tight hole until I could feel his prostate. 

When I starting working my finger, I could hear loud moans coming from Rahim and speaking in his mother tongue. It wasn’t long then until Rahim exploded in my mouth. I had his cum running down my face where once I swallowed what was could, I took his cock and rubbed his cock over my face collecting his cum for me to lick off. 

Once done, Rahim put all of his clothes on, thanked me for letting him stay and left. We have seen him a couple since and my boyfriend remains clueless to what happened

My Pal, Wayne, had seemed distracted for a couple of weeks.

 Captain of the football team, he was generally the center of our school universe. Of course, maybe his newfound exploration into boy on boy sex had something to do with it. Wayne had, along with Carl, my other good pal,and I, became what could be called fuckbuddies. Perhaps, the remote possibility of this getting out, was freaking him out. I decided, to make sure he knew, neither Carl or I were going to tell anyone. We, as much as Wayne, were not willing to be labeled as queers, in our small highschool community. Niether Carl or I stood anything to gain, from Wayne’s exposure. We stood to lose, as Wayne seemed to thrive on having our teenage dicks, plowing his muscle butt. Since he’d been avoiding us, our teenage dicks, sorely missed, his hot steamy hole.

I finally managed to corner Wayne, and try to convince him, we weren’t about to tell on him. 

That’s when I found out about Coach P.! 

There’d always been rumors about Coach, but I personally had doubted them. The rumors had always come from the disgruntled, the athletically disinclined, usually after Coach had been somewhat harsh in gym class.  He had a tendency to belittle the non athletes.  I’d never heard any of the jocks at school spread rumors, so tended to ignore the tales. 

Tales, that basically hinted that Coach was known to touch boys inappropiately. 

Wayne confirmed the rumors. Seemed Coach had fondled Wayne in the crotch several times. I was incredulous, and very turned on.

Although my exploration so far had been confined to boys my age, it was men who turned me on. Those figures of authority, who controlled my world. In my fantasies, it was I in control, I who dominated these authority figures. 

My school had three very masculine and hot teachers. Mr. B, the Math teacher,was tall,thin dark, classically hansome. Mr. R. was a big burly hairy muscle bear. Then there was Coach. Tall, well built, he had the dark olive, almost red toned skin of a Native American. His hair, was coal black and straight. He had the classic roman nose so often associated with the Native Americans. Always in polyester coach  shorts and polo shirts, he showed very little body hair. Unlike some other Coaches, I’d seen , he kept himself in tiptop shape. No spare tire graced his heavy boned frame. 

Once I’d learned the joys of anal sex, I ‘d often caught myself staring at his full muscular butt, imagining cupping it and exploring the seam that disappeared in between.

I wasn’t quite sure what Wayne’s problem with the situation was. I mean he loved getting down on his hands and knees to let Carl and I cornhole him. Why should Coach feeling him up have him in such a depressed state? 

I began to get a glimmer of his problem as Wayne continued venting. Coach was letting Wayne down somehow. The man was one of Wayne’s heroes and had suddenly developed feet of clay.

 This combined with his angst about his exploration with Carl and I was screwing up his mind. Instead of being able to enjoy this time, it was eating him up. He was not coping well with the fear he was gay.  (We’d never heard of the term bisexual.  And taking boy dick in your ass was pretty gay to us.)

His hero, groping him was pushing him over the edge.

 That’s when I concieved an  elaborate plan.

 I was determined to find a way to get proof of Coach’s inappropiate touching and blackmail him to leave Wayne alone. 

I convinced Wayne to let me know when Coach wanted to get him alone for a meeting.

 I could just barely fit  into a small utility closet directly across from Coach’s glass windowed office. With a small hand held camcorder, I was determined to film Coach and his misdeeds.

 Secreted away in my hiding place, I went full.mast,  when Coach reached out to grope my pal. Wayne was squirming and inadverdantly glanced at my hidey hole a couple of times.

 Thankfully Coach was too intent on his illicit pleasure to notice.

 This time he went beyond groping, and actually unzipped Wayne’s pants, to fish inside and try to pull out Wayne’s piece. It was too much for Wayne and he pulled away and scurried out the door, while Coach told him he’d better not tell. That no one would believe him.

 Lucky for me Coach left immediately after, or I might have had to hide in the closet for quite awhile.

The footage was perfect. I had managed to keep Wayne’s face out of it entirely, but managed to perfectly frame Coach as he obviously fondled a male crotch and tried to pull his dick out. I made two extra copies on disk and then wiped it from my videorecorder and computer. 

It wouldn’t do to have the Rents find it after all. 

Then I came up with an excuse to talk to Coach privately.

I handed Coach a disk , told him what was on it.  Told him iI had spares and laid it on the line.

Yeah, I blackmailed him.

 He was cringing as he agreed to leave Wayne alone. 

But, call me evil, it wasn’t enough for me. 

The power I had over, Coach , this major authority figure in my life, went to my head. The heady feeling of control, had me upping the ante. 

I decided to get me a piece of Coach!

As I outlined my plan for the man, it was obvious from the growing tent in his polyester shorts, that Coach was turned on.  He tried to play it coy, then tried bluster, then bribery, but I held firm.

I ordered Coach to kneel in front of me.  He obeyed.  Such a,rush to have this big man obeying me.  Giving me the power.

I lost no time easing my jeans and underwear down my legs, freeing my fat seven inch uncut dick.  I swear his eyes glazed over as he eyed my throbbing teenage prod. He was licking his lips as a bead of precum oozed from the barely visible head of my cock.

I had put on some wiry muscle working at the lumber yard, but was still pretty scrawny.  I’m also a grower not a shower.  Coach probably never gave my little soft Peter a second look.

He was looking now.

The word beer can has been used to describe my cock. It’s surprisingly fat, considering my lean frame.

I just leaned back on the desk and commanded this authority figure in my life to suck my dick!

Coach didn’t even protest at that point.

I watched through slitted eyes, as he leaned forward to lick the pearly drop from the slit in my cock.  With the impatience of youth, I jammed my tool at his mouth.  When he opened it, I forced my cock inside the hot wet hole in his face, cramming it in until he gagged.  When he tried to pull off, I grabbed the back of his head holding him in place.   Reveling in him choking on my dick. Then I eased back a bit so he could breathe, before jamming it back into his throat.  

Coach did a lot of sputtering and gagging.

But didn’t ask me to stop.

Apparently he was the one always in control.  I don’t think he sucked much dick in his life.  He wasn’t a very good cock sucker.

I face fucked him a short while, not long, I knew I would cum pretty fast.  I was only a teenager after all!

There was something I wanted  much more than a blow job!

I unceremoniously yanked my dick from Coach P.’s wet mouth.

  Grabbing his chin, I pulled him to his feet.   I reached for the snaps on his ” Coach ” shorts, undoing them, pulling down the zipper.  I yanked them down, exposing Coach’s dingy jockstrap.  

Judging from the way his cup was pulling away from his crotch, I think Coach was pretty turned on at this point.  I sidled behind him, to get a good looked at his round olive toned butt.

He made a bit of a protest, when I fondled his ass.  He did not pull away, but made what I thought a mere token protest.   I gave his upper back a firm push.  

Soon he was leaning over the desk, his round butt exposed. He actually spread his legs wide.  As if to give me better access.  

 I ran my fingers into his sweaty crack, grazing his hole.  Coach protested with his mouth, but he pushed back against my fingers at the same time.  At this point, I was beginning to think Coach was getting off on being blackmailed.

Not having lube handy, I spit unto my fingers and slicked up Coach’s tight little brown hole opening.  He flinched when I slid a spit soaked finger inside him.

Then I found that place inside him, my friends said felt so good.  I thought coach’s legs were going to buckle.

The moans that left his lips, certainly didn’t sound like protests.

Then I rubbed spit all over my fat seven inch uncut cock.

Once again Coach made a token protest as I slipped my cock up against his hole.  Annoyed, I gave his ass a resounding slap.

  Coach actually moaned and pressed back against me.  

Patience at an end, I positioned the head of my cock at his hole and pushed.  Just the head.   I had enough experience with Wayne and Carl not to jam the whole length in. 

 Oh but I wanted to. 

 I wanted to slam all of the way into Coach.  Make him pay for all of the little slights over the years.  The ones I endured because I wasn’t one of his jocks.

I felt Coach’s whole body go tense.  He huffed a big gulp of air.

  Then to my surprise pushed back, sliding my whole length inside his gut.  He paused only a moment when I was all inside.

Then all protest and pretense gone, Coach began fucking himself on my dick.

Big bad Coach was a total bottom boy.

Surprised at first, I let him get way with it.  But soon I was grabbing his hips, stopping his backward thrusts.  

I wanted control over this authority figure.

Hips immobilized, I began fucking him as hard as I could.  My hips were meeting his olive ass in wet meaty thwacks. 

Coach gave up all control to me, and began urging me to pound him harder and harder. Gone was any pretence that he didn’t want my boy cock inside his tight hole.

 I reveled in the feel of his hot wetness sheathing my hard cock.

Of my hands controlling his big body.

All too soon, I felt the cum boiling inside of me.  When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I yanked myself from his body, and sprayed his back and ass in cum.

Coach reached under himself to free his fat cock from his jock.  He gave a few quick tugs, then his cum was dribbling down the side of his metal desk.

Chest heaving Coach collapsed on the desk. ass still in the air, hole still spasming open.

I gave his ass a friendly pat and knelt to pull my apnts back up.

As I walked out his office door I turned and grinned at him evilly.  I let him know that I was not quite done with my new Play Toy just yet.  

And left.

For the time being.

Okay readers,

This story is mostly fiction.   Our Coach did eventually get caught with a student.  At that time a whole bunch of jock alumni came out to accuse Coach. ( Although, I know what Coach did was wrong, I don’t have a lot of sympathy for cowards who wait for someone else to make accusations, then jump on the band wagon!)  My friend Wayne among them.  Unfortunately, Coach never looked my way.  This is a might have been fantasy.

It was our second day in Spain. Steo and Jack were still crashed out in the apartment. I needed my caffeine fix out on the balcony.

A beautiful sunny morning, perfect. I was stretched out on the deck chair eyes closed. I felt something hit me, maybe it was light rain? no it was thicker.

That’s when I saw Liam on the balcony above. My eyes were drawn straight to him, to his tight toned muscular body, he was naked except for a baseball cap and white trainers.

Liam was clearing his throat, spitting down on me, it was intentional. He couldn’t see I was awake but behind my shades, I was feasting on him, turned on by his cocky attitude.

He was getting his kicks spitting and wanted a reaction, so he got louder and aimed a ball of it, right at my mouth. I wanted to ignore it, but as it dripped into my mouth I could taste him.

Everything about Liam was cocky: his almost skin tight black hair, strong toned body, oversized cock and handsome face that screamed attitude.

He pointed down at my cock and laughed. I was lying there completely hard, my cock sticking out of my shorts. He grabbed his and held it tightly in his hand to show his superiority.

I heard his girlfriend call him, ‘she wants me back in bed Im needed‘ , he bragged.

Steo appeared out on the balcony ‘ who was that ?‘ I ripped off my t shirt and threw it over my crotch to conceal my throbbing hard on. ‘ some lad called Liam’. 

Steo sat down right opposite me, naked except for his swim shorts. I wish he wouldn’t do that, he had this habit of man spreading and he was fucking big. Steo was really good looking, darkish almost Italian looking and his body was insanely stocky. He was short but had muscle plastered on everywhere and was as fit as fuck.

It turned out that Steo knew Aaron and Stacey, Aaron was Liam’s brother and Stacey was his girlfriend. ‘ so she’s not Liam’s girlfriend? He let on she was ?’ ‘ ‘He’s crazy man, always making shit up, always getting into trouble, the number of times he’s started fights with me. Aaron is sound but Liam, for a twenty year old to be that thick?’.

Everything Steo said about Liam was making sense and if Steo hadn’t been bouncing his meaty pecs and feeling his bicep while he told me, my cock might have had a chance to calm down.

‘Coming down to the pool? ‘ In a few Steo’. If I had even stood up I would have cum at that stage.

Jack wanted to head to the beach not the pool. They insisted I go so I cleared my head of Liam and avoided Steo’s body. Jack’s hairy legs didn’t help, but at least we were moving.

We found a shaded corner, a quiet spot. I had enough swimming after an hour. Jack and Steo joined some tag rugby nearby. I was dozing off, it was bliss.

I felt a breeze and saw a shadow cross my eyes. He was sitting on my chest, I was pinned under him. His thighs closed in around my head, I was right at his crotch.

He leaned over me, his face right in mine and spat on me. ‘You liked that didn’t you?’. Liam’s taste filled me again and I was under his sexual spell. He was so addictive, close up, so tight, hard, tough, beautiful, every inch of him, his light body hair, his freckles, his muscles, his warm breath, the feel of his weight on me.

‘yeah’ ..’you fucking craved it’..’yeah’..I was powerless and he loved that. Liam wasted no time, he pulled me up by the ears until I was angled to take his cock. He was in fast and hard and he conquered me. Every inch of my mouth was filled with his warm, throbbing meat.

It was a joyride for Liam. His eyes teared with delight as he watched me drown under his sweat and struggle to satisfy his raging lust. The more he sweated, the better he tasted. I felt his muscular wet body control me, it was hot melting sweat, the juice he filled my mouth with tasted warm and salty.

We were both throbbing, his heartbeat dominating mine, like he owned me. I couldn’t reach for my cock, he had me pinned, but I was desperate to cum. Liam was all over me, I felt his wide thick cock head, plunge at my throat, sucking the air as it plunged me, the more I struggled, the harder he plunged.

He paused, for a split second, flexed both his biceps signalling victory, grinned, and unleashed a flood of warm creamy cum soup. So much so fast!

I slurped as hard as I could to nourish on every drop, the rest filled my mouth, some hitting my nose and leaking out. He rubbed that into my face and continued to unload.

So much orgasm and pleasure, we were both shaking uncontrollably.

He left me exhausted and drenched in his juice. As I lay on the sand I felt him sit on my face and seize my cock.

The moment Liam grabbed my cock I felt an orgasmic shock, ripple through me. It felt like a deep itch, a deep ache was healed, like an army of cum was being forced out of me. A feeling of intense orgasm, joy, release. I was breathing heavily under Liam, he had me now.

Derik was getting older. No doubt about that. Although he was 48, he worked out a lot and had a baby face which now made him look like he was in his late 30s. And of course, his wife was a bit put out ‘cause he wasn’t “performing” like he used to.

Sharon gave him a pass because he was on some kind of heart med and maybe that was the problem. She coaxed him into talking to his doctor during his physical about getting some, as she called them, “Boner Pills”.

Derik was kind of excited by his new script. But he knew that it wasn’t his age that wasn’t getting him hard. Nor the heart med he was on. He even looked it up. There were no side effects in the dick department for the heart meds he was taking.

Basically, the problem was that Derik wanted cock. He had married Sharon knowing that he was bi. He’d even told her, and she was excited about it. Derik didn’t know why. She never said they’d maybe share a guy later on or anything. And they’d had a good sex life for the first couple of years. But lately, it had slowed down, actually, quite a bit.

Derik had found solace in masturbating, especially to gay porn. It used to be he’d look at the gambit of everything online. But lately, he couldn’t get off unless he watched hardcore gay porn. What he really liked was the porn that had big men in them. Bears started to really turn him on. He even started looking at men differently too. Especially the big guys with kind of a gut and a bit more hair on their bodies than what most men had. Beards or no beards, he liked them hairy.

Maybe that was the point. Sharon, his beautiful wife just didn’t do it for him.

Well she, and he, to some extent, was into seeing if pharmaceuticals would bring back his passion for her.

The night he had picked up the pills from the pharmacy she told him they had to have “a date” and plan it out to see if things would work out. And to Derik’s amusement, they did. He fucked her in 3 different positions before he came with her legs over his shoulders. Afterward, his cock had gone soft but when they turned the lights out to sleep Derik woke up halfway through the night with a semi-hard cock. He thought maybe he should take a piss but even sitting on the toilet did not bring his stiffy down. Plus he just dribbled a little urine and so he headed back to bed. And by the time he had pulled the covers up over his shoulder, he was rock hard rigid again.

The next day at work was typical but with one exception. Every time he even gently bumped his dick it would start to get hard again. It reminded him of when he was a boy and at certain times any movement on his genitals would make him erect. This is what made him seek out tight bikini underwear so that he could keep his package more secure. Sharon didn’t like Derik to wear anything but boxers or boxer briefs. And even those had to be the longer ones. She said anything else was “too feminine” on him, especially the bikini ones that he really liked. Anyway, the semi-hard dick thing was amusing at first but then later it became a bit of an annoyance. Derik was above average in the dick department so he knew the bulge in his pants would make people talk.

But that’s where this story really starts, when Derik went to work the next day.

Trevor had always liked Derik but knew he was the forbidden fruit that gay men really lust over. In Trevor’s eyes, Derik was just the right pick, except he seemed happily married (to a woman) and kind of a loner. So Trevor didn’t talk to him much until the day Derik showed up with what could only be an off-again, on-again hard-on in his pants. Throughout the day Trevor kept a watch for it. And Derik’s pants kept going from the usual semi-un-noticeable man stuff to a very stiff cock. Trevor thought it was not just fun to watch but he started talking to Derik and glancing down at his trousers to see if anything was stirring. It seemed he could even make Derik hard just by doing clever tricks like biting his lower lip when Derik was talking or licking his upper lip when looking at him while he fluttered his eyes. Silly yeah, but it seemed to work. When Trevor glanced down he could see Derik getting stiffer by the second.

That night Derik’s wife hit him up for another date. Derik was a bit tired, but because he couldn’t remember the last time his wife had wanted sex two days in a row, he took one of the pills, and then in an hour or so she was riding him with abandonment. Sharon was on top of him while his swollen hard cock was going into her really deep as he fucked her in his favorite position. Derik loved reverse cowgirl and Sharon was finally coming around to liking it too as she masturbated to a screaming orgasm. She came so quickly that Derik didn’t even get off. She asked him if he wanted her to give him head but he turned her down, thinking it might take him a while to cum. That night Derik’s dick only went down a bit. It was enough that he could piss but when he awoke in the morning he was worried because once again every move he made seemed to wake his dick up. So Derik found some of his old tight bikini undies and put them on after his morning shower. This seemed to at least keep his dick in a semi-sleeping state. Enough to where he didn’t feel anyone was staring at his pants at work, with the exception of Trevor.

It figures it would be Trevor. He was a good-looking big bear of a man and he seemed to be the only one that Derik’s dick was responding to. So Derik avoided him as much as he could.

That night Sharon had made Derik’s favorite dinner and told him over a glass of wine that she wanted to see if she could make it up to Derik for the previous night. “Honey, your dick was just so fucking hard I couldn’t help but cum so fast. Man, those pills… they’ve turned you into a… superman.” She clinked her wine glass into his.

Derik took another pill and after an hour or so, Sharon came into the bedroom with what she thought was her sexiest lingerie. She proceeded to slowly undress Derik and then got down to his undies and saw his bikinis her smile turned to a frown and she said, “What are you wearing? These are awful! They look like woman’s panties.” Derik tried to explain how they helped keep his dick in a semi-soft mode but Sharon just shook her head and pulled them off of his legs and told him she didn’t want to see these on him again. She then got back on the bed and grabbed his dick and started going down on him as she’d never done before. She was like a mad woman sucking cock. Derik thought it was very strange that she could get mad in one second and then gobble his dick in the next.

And in a while…

“Fucking pink steel, I love it,” Sharon said as Derik pounded onto her doggy style. Derik fucked her for 15 minutes or more pushing into her extra hard while she moaned out how much she loved his dick. Derik was getting bored and knew how to get her off so he reached around her and flicked his middle finger side to side on her clit as he kept pushing his hard cock up into her. Sharon screamed she was cumming and then Derik collapsed onto her back.

Afterward, she didn’t ask him if he wanted to get off, she just got up, grabbed his undies, and said in a threatening voice, “I’m throwing these out. I hope there’s no more of them”.

That night Derik couldn’t sleep. He had his boxer briefs on but every time he turned over and his dick touched something it would start to get hard. At one point his dick was throbbing so much that he got up and masturbated over his sink. While he stroked his cock he kept thinking of Trevor. Trevor was so manly. He just oozed masculinity. Derik knew Trevor was gay and that turned Derik on even more. He probably thought Derik was straight and didn’t know he was bi. He fantasized how it would be to let Trevor fuck him. Derik splattered cum all over his sink. He cleaned up and went to bed.

The next morning his semi-hard cock was back. He put on his boxer briefs and had an idea. He grabbed an old pair of bikini underwear and stuffed them into his pants pocket. He would put them on at work and Sharon would never know. They seemed to keep Mr. Happy in check and he could then get on with his work.

That day before Derik went home from work he went into the men’s to change out of his bikinis and back into his long boxer briefs. Derik was just pulling up his pants in the stall when he heard someone else come into the restroom. It was at this precise moment when Derik dropped the bikinis and mistakenly kicked them out onto the floor trying to get out of the stall.

Standing there was Trevor holding Derik’s bikini undies in his hand. “Did you drop these?”, asked Trevor.

“Oh, ah, Sorry, yeah”, Derik said as he reached for the underwear.

Before he could grab it Trevor pulled back and put them up to his nose. Trevor breathed in as he stared and smiled and said, “Mmm, yum, Derik dick”.

“Give me those,” Derik said grabbing the undies from Trevor’s hand.

“Derik, what’s wrong? You seem… a bit on edge.”

“No, it’s just… nothing. Well, I’ve been having a bit of a time controlling my thoughts, and other things, for some reason.”

“Yeah, I’ve kind of noticed that,” Trevor said, looking down at Derik’s pants. “Derik would you like to go out for a drink? Maybe you can tell me about it.”

Yeah, yeah that would be nice.”

The two men went across the street to an old dark pub. It was just starting to get crowded but they got lucky and got a booth away from most of the other patrons.

“So what’s up buddy?” Trevor said as they got comfy.

“Right,” Derik breathed out a big sigh, ”My wife has me taking hard-on pills and now uses me as her very own fuck stick. Problem is now nothing seems to get me completely soft.”

“Hmm, that is a dilemma. And you get hard right after you cum?”

Derik’s face blushed. “Well, sometimes I don’t… um, finish. And I’m not worried that it’s a medical situation, because I do get soft, but sometimes I do, um… cum. But either way, my dick gets hard with just a slight bit of friction, hence the tight underwear”.

“Oh OK, but what’s with taking them off then?”

“Sharon, that’s my wife, doesn’t like me to wear explicit underwear.”

“Oh please! You should see some of the thongs I wear.”

Derik looked around making sure no one was listening to them. “I’m sure they’re lovely Trevor, but I need to wear these because they’re tight and then I won’t wake up the monster.”

“Oh Derik,” Trevor gushed, “He’s a monster huh? Ha ha, Just kidding, I know I can help you. But it’s not the straightest thing to do. OK?” Trevor put his hand onto Derik’s and Derik didn’t move his.

Derik leaned in, “What do you mean, not the straightest thing to do?”

“Well, it involves releasing the prostate of all seminal fluids. Your V pills are getting you up but they’re not doing anything to get you fully released. Capisce?”

Derik shook his head, “Not really, maybe you could show me”.

Trevor could not believe what he’d just heard. “Absolutely, I live right around the corner from here. Want to go?”

As soon as they sat on the couch Derik was touching Trevor. Trevor had worried about how he might scare off a straight guy like Derik so he told himself he should take it slow. That was until they started swapping spit and Derik was pulling off Trevor’s clothes.

Trevor knew that he’d be bottoming that night because that’s what most semi-straight guys do if they ever get it on with a gay guy, sadly because they don’t know the fulfillment of bottoming, but mostly because they have a limited amount of sexual knowledge. So, Trevor was blown away when after they both got naked and headed for the bedroom, and Derik turned over offering up his ass to Trevor.

He couldn’t believe it. The hot straight guy at work that he would fantasize about and jack off to was now in his bed and not only were they going to fuck but he was going to top him. It was literally a dream cum true.

Trevor wanted to tell Derik more about the whole prostate drain but shook his head and thought, he might as well just show him. They started off kissing and ended up in a 69 position.

Derik was all over Trevor’s cock and found the hairy man not only sexy as hell but a wonderful array of smells. He was like a kid in a candy shop and didn’t know where to lick, sniff, massage, or grope next. So he ended up just licking Trevor’s cock and balls and then sucking his dick to a nice fat, hard 6 inches.

“Man, you do have a nice size cock”, Trevor said as he slid it almost down his throat.

After a bit, Derik stopped and looked down at Trevor, “I’ve waited a long time to do this but I want you inside me, Trevor”

“Well, Alright,” Trevor said getting up and getting the lube and condoms out.

Derik had his legs spread out with Trevor between them. He was aiming his fat cock head into Derik’s ass and said, “This may hurt a little, so I’ll go really slow”.

Trevor pushed just the head into Derik and then stopped feeling the usual tight ring preventing him to go further.

“I’m going to push a little harder to get my dick up into you. Tell me to stop if it hurts too much”

“Don’t worry Trevor, I’ve fucked a couple of men before. I know what to expect”.

“Whaaat?” Trevor sat back on the back of his feet. “You’re um, bi?”

“Yeah, well it’s not something you tell everyone at work. Besides I’ve always felt most people are. Or they’re confused. Or like they have just one flavor and that’s what does it for them.” “Now, are you going to fuck me or what?”

“Wow,” Trevor said as he again pushed his dick up into Derik’s hole. For some reason, he started forcing himself harder than what Derik expected and Derik protested, “Woe, I’m bi but my ass hasn’t been used in a while. Go easy on me Trevor.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Derik,” Trevor said apologizing.

In a couple of minutes, Trevor was almost balls deep into Derik. Both men were breathing hard and Trevor kept kissing Derik still not believing he was fucking him. He began to move a little bit more letting Derik’s ass get used to the girth of his cock.

“Yeah! Yeah! Fuck me, Trevor. Push that fat cock up my ass!”

Trevor kept pumping into Derik then grabbed his legs and threw them over his hairy shoulders so he could push even deeper into Derik.

Trevor bent down and kissed Derik deeply sticking his tongue deep into his mouth.

“Oh Shit Derik, Oh no! I’m cumming, fuuuuck!”

Derik was stroking himself but wasn’t ready to cum even after Trevor pulled out of his ass ripped off the condom and sprayed cum all over Derik’s hand and crotch.

“Fuck, Ah! Ah! Yeah, damn that feels good. Whoa, that was good, Trevor sat back and caught his breath”

Derik licked the cum off of his hand and sat up and said, “Well, what about that fully emptying the prostate thingy you were talking about.”

“Well alright,” Trevor said, “I’ll show you.”

Trevor caught his breath, got off the bed, and got out a vibrator with a bent head at the end. “See this thing is bent to touch your G-Spot. You should be loosened up pretty good after sex so let me put some lube on it and let’s drain your prostate.

Trevor again pushed Derik’s legs apart and pushed the then lubricated vibrator up into him going back and forth where he envisioned Derik’s Prostate would be. It didn’t take long before Derik was moaning like a bitch in heat and squirming around pulling at his cock. Derik’s dick was red and swollen from what was basically an edging. Trevor grabbed at Derick’s hard cock and started stroking him in a more controlled fashion.

“Yeah, fuck yeah, Derik let it go! Let it out. Cum baby, cum!!!”

Derik’s hips were pushing up into the air and it was all Trevor could do to keep stroking his cock and pushing the vibrator up into his ass.

“Oh, Oh! OHH! Fuck Yeah!” Derik yelled. With that, rope after rope of cum flew out of his dick and went flying over his head and landed on the nightstand and then on to the pillow then all over Derik’s face and when he finally calmed down a bit, onto his chest.

“Wow! That was something.” Derik said, as his breathing settled back to normal.

“Yeah, sexual release, pretty fucking intense.”

“Whew, yeah, I think that did the trick.”

Then Derik kissed Trevor.

“Well, if I have to take those pills at least I know who can help me get over my hard dick problem”.

***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.”***

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.. WHAT THE FUCK’S GOING ON??!!”

The color drained from my face, and my mind went completely, utterly blank. There is no way in Hell Greg didn’t know precisely what the fuck was going on: we were both naked as jaybirds, Nick was flat on his back with his right leg thrown over my shoulder, and I was balls deep inside his ass.

I’d say there were relatively few options.

Without a word, Greg turned and stormed away… and I could pretty much feel my entire life starting to crash around me. I sat back on my haunches, shattered. Nick and I couldn’t even look at each other. Moments passed. I was mentally spiraling at this point, thinking about… shit, everything. My pulse raced, and my sex-sweat had suddenly become fear-sweat. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.

After a few minutes of existential crisis, I stopped and mentally shook myself off. I glanced at Nick, who still seemed shell-shocked, and said, “Ok, bud. This is… awkward. But we’ll push through. We’re taking this like men. We’re going out there and facing this.”

Nick continued to stare into the middle distance. “What do we even say?”

“Well, you’re a lawyer and I’m a PR guy. Between the two of us, I bet we’ll be able to think of something to say.”

Nick smirked, in spite of himself. He got up gamely from the bed and fished a pair of towels from the bathroom, tossing one to me as he exited the room. “You’re right. No sense letting this stew. Let’s roll.”

I watched him go, ruefully taking in a last glimpse of Nick’s amazing ass as he flipped the towel around his waist, clutching it closed with his left hand.

Boy… how did it come to this? Despite my big words, I was shitting bricks. My blood felt like ice. I didn’t think the guys were going to start bashing us. Well… I sure hoped the guys didn’t start bashing us. But it was more than that. In that moment of mental panic, I realized… well, I realized… I loved these guys. They were a bunch of fuckwads, but they were my fuckwads. It’s… hard to make friends as an adult. As a guy. But these goons took me in and made me one of the pack. We were there for each other. They put up with my shit, and put up with me making fun of their shit.

I didn’t want to let them down. To disappoint them. To lose them. Fuck.

Would things be different? Would the essential tightness between us still be there? Would they–even reflexively, subconsciously–pull back? Flinch if I gave one of them a shoulder-hug?

Well, too late to worry about that now. I breathed a heavy sigh, and tied off the towel around my waist. Time to face the music.

As I padded out to the great room, I could see Greg sitting on the couch slumped over, his legs splayed with his elbows resting on his thighs. He made a somewhat intimidating sight. Of all of us, Greg was “the jock.” We all kept active, but Greg easily had us beat in the physique department. He had played baseball in college, and now played hockey in a local adult league. And sitting there, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts, I was uncomfortably aware of his ability to mop the floor with either one of us if he wanted to go all “Hulk Smash” on our asses. Still, he was a sweetheart of a guy, and I was hoping that would remain the case.

Seeing us, he uncoiled, sitting back. At first, he seemed at a loss for words… but he quickly found them.

“What the fuck was that? I mean… you were…”

“Fucking,” Nick responded, going with the obvious.

Greg blinked. Twice. “Ya think? I was there, Romeo! I got a full view of you both in your…” at this point, his hand waved wildly back and forth “…in all your… glory. How long has this been going on? Are you a couple or something?”

I had my hands up, placatingly. “Well, we’re not like a couple. I mean, not… we’re not, like together or anything… but yeah, we’ve gotten together a couple of times.…”

“Not nearly often enough, for my taste,” Nick interjected, apparently trying to lighten the mood. Greg just turned to him and stared, slack-jawed. Seeing Greg’s expression, Nick looked abashed, and stared at the floor. “Sorry. And Greg? Sorry you had to see… that.”

At this point, we could hear the front door burst open as Dave and Rich bounded in, laughing about something. I inwardly died, and fervently wished an asteroid would come crashing through the ceiling and just put an end to everything.

Sensing something was off, the guys’ laughter died away, and they looked around confused. “What’s up?” Dave asked.

Greg slightly turned his head and called out to them, “Nothing much! I just walked in on Buck fucking Nick’s ass off, is all!”

Rich started snorting a laugh, then looked over to see me in nothing but a towel, and Nick just holding a towel closed in front of his crotch. The laughter most definitively stopped. Dave asked, “Holy shit, are you serious?”

Nick, surrendering, crossed over to a chair and plopped himself down. “Yeah. He’s serious. Buck was giving me the ride of my life. Can you handle it?”

“Aww, Jesus! Don’t sit there,” Greg called out. “I mean… you were fucking! Don’t get all your ’fuck’ shit on the furniture!”

Nick raised his hands in exasperated confusion. “C’mon, Greg, what does that even mean?”

I did a total facepalm. Fuck my life. “Guys!” I sighed heavily. “Look, this is not how any of us envisioned the weekend going. Let’s just all sit down. Nick and I will answer any and all questions, and explain what we can. But we’re all here… let’s try to be adults.”

Dave shrugged and sat down on the opposite couch from where Greg was sitting. “It’s cool, we’re all good. We’ve all seen each other in worse light than this. Although if I do say, seeing Nick’s pencil dick poking out from behind that towel certainly qualifies as ’worse.’ For God’s sake, man… can’t you wrap yourself up?”

Nick flashed him an indignant look. He stood and theatrically flipped the towel open with his hands, exposing himself in his full glory. And then with slow, exaggerated movements, he wrapped it around his waist and sat down.

Well. This was going great.

At this point, Rich joined Dave on the opposite couch and tried to jump-started the conversation. “So. Seriously. You guys… like, do shit? Together? I mean… what do you do…?”

Nick’s eye-roll was pretty epic. “Christ, dude, do you want us to draw you a picture?”

Rich took in a breath, but I cut him off. “Yeah. We ’do shit.’ And not to belabor the point, but I think we all know what guys do when they get together… they suck cock and fuck ass.”

“Yeah. And it’s the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m getting hard thinking about it,” Nick said defiantly.

Rich just shook his head and grumbled, “TMI.”

Greg in particular seemed skeptical about everything. “Ok, ok. Got it.” He paused, but there was clearly something else on his mind. He cocked his head slightly, and went on, “I mean, I guess I can see sucking cock, I mean… who doesn’t love a blowjob? But getting ramrod-ed back there? That’s gotta fucking hurt.”

I turned and looked Greg right in the eye. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it. You have no idea… none. What Nick said is true: it’s the best fucking sex I’ve ever had. It’s like a whole ‘nother universe of amazing.”

At this point, Rich chimed in. “But c’mon… isn’t that… nasty? I mean, a guy’s ass is… you know, dirty. Why would anyone want to do this?”

Nick made a sound of extreme exasperation and cast a disparaging glance around the room. “What, like you jackasses don’t jerk off every day thinking about doing anal with a woman? Why would doing it with a guy be dirty, if it wouldn’t be with her?” The guys didn’t say anything, but shuffled their feet and looked anywhere else. “And while we’re on the subject, I can’t believe you motherfuckers are going to sit around and try to tell me that you’ve never thought about what it would be like to get it on with a guy! Well? Have you?”

His accusing glare flashed among the guys, who didn’t say anything, but squirmed uncomfortably. Curiously, Dave stared back… then opened his mouth, and slammed it shut again. Interesting.

I wasn’t the only one who picked up on this. Rich cocked his head to stare at Dave more intently. “Dude. What.”

Dave said nothing, but the collective weight of our stares finally broke through. He started a flow of words that was juuuuust this side of babbling. “No… shit, NO. It was nothing. It was just…. Look, it was nothing. When I was just a kid, my uncle’s family used to visit us every year. My cousin… well, we’d jerk off together. But it was no big deal! We were horny and curious, and it never turned into anything!”

Nick gave a smirking half-smile. “Aw man, perving on your cousin? Jesus… you never said anything about that.”

“The Hell I was going to tell any of you fuckerheads!” Dave growled back.

Something hit me at that moment. Something that was breathtakingly obvious if I had thought about it even for a moment… but hadn’t really registered. Nick and I made an… interesting duo here. Nick was a founding member of the crew. And all the other guys went way back with each other, back through when they were teenagers. They had a bedrock of deep, deep friendship that was pretty much unshakable, too. Beyond the ball busting, ribbing, and endless bickering, they had an unbreakable trust in each other.

But at the same time, they would have navigated puberty together, and all the unholy terrors that it contained. They would have worked out their feelings of sexuality, hopes and dreams, and everything. Growing up, among guys homophobia was stronger than the force of gravity… and the crew had most likely all been mutually enforcing that on each other, even if they didn’t mean to. Or realize they were doing it. In some ways, they were still navigating those anxieties together today. Absolute trust, tempered with a fear of letting each other–or the Male Code–down.

I, on the other hand, was a newbie to the group. I wouldn’t, on my own, ever gain that level of trust and comfort with them. But on the other hand, I was a bit more “anonymous.” I was probably easier to talk to, because my relationship with them didn’t have all those extra layers, or have extra baggage.

Maybe I was a “safer” guy to talk to.

“Dave,” I ventured, “Then maybe you can kinda get where Nick and I are coming from. I never thought about myself as ever doing anything with a guy, either. Like you, there was no way I was ever going to make a first move. But… it happened. One thing led to another. And once you break the dam, so to speak, you realize that all that bullshit we’ve had drilled into our brains since puberty about man-sex being nasty, or that’s it’s only for freaks or pansies, is just that: bullshit. And not to put too fine a point on it, it’s actually fucking awesome. And suddenly you’re in a whole new world of possibilities that you didn’t know about, and didn’t know that you didn’t know about.”

Dave looked at me warily. Or maybe more accurately, thoughtfully.

I continued, not wanting to let the moment go. “Guys always joke that men give each other better blowjobs, because they have the same equipment and know what feels good. Well, I bet you found that was true for other stuff, too. I bet that cousin of yours gave you a better handjob than any girl you’ve ever met. Right?”

Dave didn’t say anything.

Got him. “It’s the truth; it’s just a fact of life. Nick and I didn’t have any experience. When things started happening, we were scared shitless. At least I was. I thought, well… guys don’t do this. Thought it wasn’t natural. But it was natural. It was easy. Turns out we knew everything we needed to know. And it was exciting. And…” I looked over at Nick. “…and it was fucking good.”

Nick smiled, made an air kiss, and gave his balls a squeeze. The other guys groaned.

I kept going. “The first time we let something happen, we realized there’s no comparison between how a girl works you over and how a guy works you over. And once we realized that, a lot of our inhibitions just went away. ’They’ had been telling us all our lives that guy stuff was wrong, off the table. But we tried it out for ourselves, and loved everything.”

Nick was looking at me, with a look somewhere between being wistful and being… grateful. “He’s right. Sex with this guy is totally different from sex with a woman. Like he said: guys just know. It’s so much easier.”

I looked dead at Dave. “Look, we’re all buds. What you say here stays here. Tell it true: you say nothing happened with your cousin but jacking off. But you were curious to try more, weren’t you?”

Dave held my gaze for a second, then looked down squarely at his feet. “Maybe.” He gave a rueful chuckle. “I never asked. I was never going to ask. But I wondered, yeah.” There was a fairly intense silence. “But I can’t be the only one who’s thought about walking on the other side. Greg, what about you and that sexaholic roommate of yours?”

Greg paused for a second, and burst out into wild guffaws of laughter. “On man! Jonas! God, I forgot about him. What a…” Greg trailed off, laughing to himself.

Given how hard he was laughing, I broke a smile myself. “Who was Jonas?”

“Oh, man. He was my roommate for one semester, back in freshman year, before flunking out. He… well, he was the most oversexed jackhole I ever met. He was, like pretty and had all the girls eating out of his fucking hand. Always going on about his ’sexual energy’ and all that. Hung out naked all the time. And I know far more about his sex life than I will ever know about mine. He had an endless parade of women, and they’d go at it whether or not I was around. He tried more than once to get me to join them.” Greg shook his head and drifted into a long silence. “And yeah, he did offer to suck me off to ’loosen me up.’ But there was no way I’d let him.”

“Why not?” Rich asked, laughing.

“Oh c’mon,” Greg said. “I mean, I just wasn’t into him.” Greg starting going off on a rant, his words and gestures flying around wildly. “I mean, his body… I dunno, he was like… a cat. And he was so… pretty. I never knew why the girls liked him so much. It was so fucking frustrating. Like, why? I mean, if I was gonna go for it with a dude, it would have to be someone like….”

As Greg’s head swung around mid-rant, his gaze suddenly landed squarely on me.

Our eyes met. And held. For just one beat.

And he quickly looked away.

The room was filled with a silence so loud I thought my ears were going to explode.

Greg brought his hand up, like he was grabbing his mouth. He was quiet for a second, but went on with measured clarity. “Look… sorry. I just got carried away and started babbling. I didn’t mean to imply anything, and I don’t have a thing for you. It’s just…. Shit. I don’t even know what I’m saying.”

Well. This conversation was going places I never, ever expected.

I grabbed an ottoman and pulled it over. I sat down, perpendicular to Greg and mirroring his posture. “Dude. Don’t worry. And don’t worry about embarrassing yourself… I’m sitting here naked on the most humiliating day of my entire life. Trust me… no judgment here.” Chuckles rippled across the room.

Finally, Greg broke the silence, in a muted voice. “Yeah, like Nick said, I’ve thought about things every now and then. Wondered. We all do. But… shit. This sounds awful, but I don’t know that I’d ever… be interested in a guy like Jonas. I mean…. Aww shit.”

“It’s cool. We’re just buds, just talking. What kind of guy would be interesting to you?”

Greg smiled. Still looking down.

“Someone like me?”

“Yeah. Like you.” Greg lifted up his head and went on, words falling over each other. “Look at you. Great body, lovable scruff… you’re like the perfect guy. I’m not trying to creep on you, and I haven’t been jerking off to your picture or anything, but… yeah. You. And all of you. All you guys are real. Not like the guys in ads and all that shit. You’re actual, fucking, men. But… what the fuck am I even saying. We’re not doing anything. I’m just talking out my ass here… and you’re twisting my words!” he added defensively.

A pause. Nick, who had continued to stand this whole time, finally walked over to the opposite couch, and plopped himself down right between Dave and Rich, his splayed legs nearly touching theirs. They almost looked like they were going to say something, do something… but remained silently sitting there. Watching Greg and I.

I persisted, gently. “Funny thing, bud, is that I think I know exactly what you’re thinking. A few weeks ago, that was me. Me and Nick.” I looked over at Nick, who flashed a crooked smile at me. “In a weird way, Nick being a guy just made it… easier. More relatable. Safer. We hadn’t really thought about being with a guy, had no plans… and then, it happened. And I’m so fucking grateful it did. I didn’t know how exciting it could be. Easy and exciting. Feeding off each other like that.”

I looked around the room. I had everyone’s undivided attention. Dave, in fact, was distinctly rubbing his hand back and forth across his thigh. Left to right. Left to right. Left to right. Greg’s leg was bouncing rapidly.

Rich piped up. “Isn’t it… weird?”

Nick jumped in, playfully slapping on Rich’s leg. “It is many things, but ’weird’ isn’t one of them. Sex with a guy and sex with a woman are… totally different things. I mean, some stuff is the same, and similar principles, but… totally different. It makes sense… guys are just more… active. Aggressive. Direct. It’s fucking animalistic, just by default.”

“Plus,” I added, “I keep saying: a guy just… knows. About a man’s body. How to fucking drive him wild. In some ways, it’s like you’re fucking around with yourself.”

Nick beamed, and gestured over toward me with his thumb. “This cum-hound opened up whole new worlds. He’s woken up parts of my body that I didn’t even know were hot spots. You guys don’t know what you’re missing. I wish I–we–had been freer to explore and not be scared way back when. It’s been amazing catching up on everything we missed out on.”

Dead silence. Rich broke the ice. “Ok. I get it. But a guy’s gonna be… you know, fucking hairy. Sweaty. Doesn’t that… ruin it?”

Nick retorted, “That’s part of the magic.” The guys, who had been following the conversation intently, started to look incredulous. Nick continued, growing more animated with each word until he was nearly shouting. “No, seriously. Ok, I don’t speak from extensive experience. But Buck and I were just talking about this. It’s the hair that makes it so hot. It’s the sweat that makes it so hot. It’s the smell of his balls that makes it so hot. It’s knowing you’re with a fucking guy that makes it so hot. It’s… dangerous. Forbidden. And fucking primal. The fact that a guy… let’s you in like that, trusts you like that, is unbelievable. We’re always so fucking wary of each other, so territorial. And that trust, that fucking connection is hotter than fuck. And at the end of the day, guys just… let loose. And so you let loose too. They push you, and you push back. And then you’re going at it harder than anything you’ve dreamed about. It’s the most intensely masculine thing possible, and it’s all that masculine energy that’s fucking feeding you. Jesus! We’ve all been so housebroken that we don’t even know how fucking animalistic sex is supposed to be! I’ve never felt more alive, fucking alive, than when Buck and I are tearing into each other… it’s like a couple of fucking battleships colliding!”

“Like I said to Nick one time: sex with a woman makes me feel like a Husband,” I said simply. “Sex with a guy makes me feel like a Man.”

More silence.

Greg cautiously spoke up. “You… tell a good story.” I was close enough to see him starting to tent his shorts. I suspected the others weren’t far behind.

Dave murmured out, “Shit. It sounds hot. Maybe I wish I had done more with my cousin when I had the chance.”

Somehow, I heard myself say, “Maybe you can now.”

I don’t think I can convey just how intently everyone in that room was staring at me.

“I’m just gonna say it. This morning, when Greg walked in on us, I realized something. You guys are closer than brothers to me. We’re all best buds. We’re family. I’d take a bullet for you. I was afraid when you found out what was going on, that would be it. But in talking, I know we’re all in the same boat. I think it’s fair to say that we’ve all wondered about what it’s like to be with a guy, and maybe it only takes the smallest push for any of us to cross the line. I also think we’ve all been looking for something. All been missing something. Well… maybe we can help each other find it. Together.”

No one moved. No one spoke. I reached over to Greg, put my hand on his knee. He trembled, just for a flash. “Buck,” he said thickly, “I….”

“I’ve got you. It’s easy, just so fucking easy. Like I said: we’re buds. We’re family. You can trust me… no pressure. We’ve got each other, and always will. No fear. Just be yourself, Greg. Just let go. You have no idea what it’s like. You’re a fucking man. With a man’s needs. Fucking own it. Fucking take it.”

There was a long pause. Finally Greg took in a breath, and gave a smirk. A meaningful smirk.

I ran my hand strongly up his thickly muscled leg, my fingers sliding under the fabric of his gym shorts. He let out a series of rapid breaths. I could feel his leg hair get thicker as I moved into his crotch. Nice. I bet my jock buddy had a real man bush. Then, my fingers brushed his balls. My hand took them in. And Greg let out a deep baritone moan that made my rock-hard dick twitch with excitement.

I looked to the opposite couch. Nick was grinning like a mad fool, while Dave and Rich had mirrored expressions that showed shock, excitement, and an undercurrent of raw hunger. Even with their shorts on, I could tell they hard as steel. Not surprising; even if a guy is straight, he’ll react when watching another guy get pleasured.

I turned back to Greg, looking him dead in the eyes. “You’ve been curious. Well, the only way to really know what it’s like to be with a guy is to… be with a guy. And I think we’re going to have some fun.” Greg broke into a wide, lurid leer.

Without further ado, I grabbed the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them down. Greg’s dick came free, and slapped against his torso.

Fuck.

My whole experience with dicks had been with mine and Nick’s. Seeing Greg’s set my balls on fire, in all the best ways. He wasn’t as long as Nick, but thick. He had a flared mushroom head that was leaking precum. As expected, his junk was nestled in a forest of curly hair. Not as hairy as Nick, but definitely all man.

Fuck. He was fucking hotter than Hell.

And I was going to show him one hell of a good time.

Faster than lighting, I buried my face in his hairy crotch, and breathed him in.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. His musk filled my nose and set my pulse racing. Yeah, he was fucking all man. Half dizzy, I started little tongue motions, tasting his balls, catching his shaft. He reached down and started massaging my head, his fingers teasing my hair. He wanted this.

I pulled back, and fucking inhaled his cock, giving him a second to feel my mouth surround his head before I drove down as far as I could go. Nick’s dick had trained me well; I had to stretch my mouth to match his girth, but as he wasn’t as long, I could pretty much dive down to his base.

“HOLY FUCK! OH MY FUCKING… FUUUUCK!! YES!!!!”

Greg arched his back and almost flew off the couch. Whatever he had been hoping for, this was far, far better. Whatever inhibitions he might have had went right out the window. I bobbed a couple of times, giving my deep throating the maximum impact, then pulled off to get my breath.

And then I really went after him.

“GOD! OH GOD OH GAAAWWWWD!”

I threw everything I had ever learned about male pleasure at him. I sucked his cockhead hard. Maximum suction, as I worked up and down, up and down, fast as I could. My tongue snaked down and probed him right under the piss slit, then back to the tip. A few deep dives taking his whole dick in my mouth, and then back to rapid-fire working the head. My spit ran down his shaft, and I used the extra lubrication to start jacking him in time with my mouth. He wailed like a Halloween monster the entire time, his head wildly whipping from side to side. His strong hands all over me.

After several minutes I pulled off him, still jerking his spit-slick dick with my hand. He centered his head, and looked at me. Fucking looked at me. “Oh God, buddy…. Oh God…. It’s so good…. It’s so good…. You’re so….”

“I need your balls,” I growled. And I took them. I gave them the Full Treatment. I fucking loved having my face in his bush, breathing his scent with every breath. And Goddamn, I loved his balls. Sucking them. Taking them into my mouth. Teasing them. The feel of his skin on my tongue. I lapped at them constantly, listening to the wild pitches of sound he was making to tell what really revved his motor.

I pulled out to go after his cock again. I slid my head sideways and ran my mouth up and down his shaft. And in doing so, I got to see what was happening with the other guys.

I was right in my estimation: even the straightest of guys gets aroused when he sees another guy getting pleasured. Dave and Rich were both openly working their cocks. Rich was feeling himself up through the fabric of his shorts, while Dave went all in–he had pulled his dick out and started stroking himself openly.

Nick had seen enough. He flipped the towel around his waist open, showing off that steel girder between his legs. His dick was standing proud and ready for action. Since Dave was more accessible, he moved there first–knocking Dave’s hand away and sucking his cock down. Dave’s legs flew apart, and his head shot back as he unleashed a thundering roar.

Rich looked desperate to catch up, desperate to be part of this. He stood up and wildly tried to work his fly open and free his dick. Nick fucking growled as he dove at Rich’s crotch, wrenching off his shorts and underwear, and started grinding his face into Rich’s hairy balls. But Dave was not going to be put off. He jumped up, and the two started dick-dueling for Nick’s mouth. Nick started working them both together, driving the guys out of their minds.

But I couldn’t focus; I had Greg.

I knew Greg was built… like I said, he was a jock. But I wasn’t prepared for just how fucking stunning he was. Well into it now, he reached back over his head and grabbed the couch for leverage, giving me an unobstructed view of his body. He was smoother than Nick, with just a spray of chest hair across his perfectly shaped pecs. His arms back, I got perfect view of his hairy pits, and I swear I had butterflies in my stomach. Fucking butterflies! His arms were… fucking impressive, and I knew if he threw me down I had no chance of getting up.

I had to have him. To show him what it felt like to be with a guy.

Still jerking him slowly to keep him honest, I plastered my mouth on his bellybutton and started working my way up. The drag of my stubble clearly got to him, as he arched his back and hissed. My tongue went to work, attacking his nipples and sucking them as hard as I had sucked his cock. With my free hand I started massaging his meaty pecs, running my tongue all around their chiseled edges. I wasn’t sucking gently, like some schoolgirl, but the way one man pleasures another. He had stopped trying to form words, and was now just letting loose an undulating howl.

Hormonal rage is a wonderful, terrible thing in a guy… and right then, it was raging through me. I fucking needed my dick sucked, too.

Without ceremony, I got up onto the couch, straddling Greg with my dick in his face. “Show me what you’ve learned.” It wasn’t a suggestion.

Greg gave a nasty smile, and leaned forward. He jerked me with his hands a couple times to build his courage… and then he went down on me.

FUUUUUUUUCK.

Greg didn’t even have even the limited experience Nick and I did… but again, there is nothing like a guy to know how to blow a guy. And, given how fired up he was, he had enthusiasm working for him. Everything going on had made him hornier than fuck, and he was determined to repay me for what I did for him. He had great suction, and totally worked his mouth to drive me crazy. He worked me over hard for a few minutes, and then I pressed the issue by grabbing his head and started fucking his face.

I couldn’t believe it. This fucking Hulk of a man was into it, and giving me as good as I gave him. After a few minutes, he pulled of and went lips–first for my balls, and then mouthing my hairy crotch. He started swinging his head side to side through my crotch, sending electric thrills through my body. God… he was a fucking natural.

Well. Time to push the envelope.

I reluctantly pulled my dick out of his mouth, leaving him panting and leaning in to get me into his mouth again. But I had other ideas. I stepped down and got between his legs. I vacuum sucked his cockhead, making him growl. Then, I ran my tongue the length of this shaft, down, down toward his balls. I gave them a few good laps but didn’t stop my momentum. Then, before he knew what was going on, I hoisted up his hips.

And in a blast of desperate hunger, I fucking buried my face his ass.

I can’t fucking tell you how fucking turned on I was. His most private spot, never touched before, never pleasured before, was fucking mine. He didn’t know what hit him.

I was in my element. His butt funk was fucking rich and heavy, slightly sour. I ran my face up and down his crack. Again, not quite as hairy as Nick, but with a hairy hole just crying for attention. I fucking ran my face through it again and again, scouring him with my scruff. And then I opened my mouth and fucking went after his hole.

Greg was completely blown away. Without any reference to what was happening. He fucking bellowed his lungs out, screaming “OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD EAT ME EAT ME EATMEEATMEYOUFUCKER AAAAANNNNNGGGHHHHHHHHHAAAA!” His beefy hand grabbed my head like he was trying to crush my skull, and fucking ground my face into his ass, fucking living for the pleasure that was flooding him. And I kept going, raping his virgin hole with my tongue, shaking my head violently in his crack, and wildly mashing my lips into him. He bucked, and flailed against me, all the time roaring his head off.

I went after him until my jaw hurt. Neither of us wavering in intensity. But there was one more thing I needed to do. I pulled off Greg, and let his legs fall. He looked at me with a dazed expression. “Stay here,” I said. Again, it was not a suggestion. I got up, and darted back to our room. There was a little bottom of lube I needed.

I strode back into the great room, watching Greg idlily stroking himself, while looking at the others. I followed his gaze and was stunned at what I was watching unfold. Nick had gotten both guys to the floor. He was snapping out orders as he started manhandling them into position. I saw what he was doing, and I have to say I had a burst of jealousy that I couldn’t be part of it: Nick had got them into a rough triangle on the floor, and they started blowing each other. All of them making grunting, slurping sounds. The sounds of men.

Well, let them have their fun; I had Greg.

I shot a wad of lube into my hands, and then reached back to start fingering my hole. I was waaaaay too horned up to be particular about it… it was good enough. I squirted some more onto Greg’s dick, as he watched me with awed reverence. He panted out, “Holy shit. Are you…?”

I didn’t mince words. I got onto the couch straddling him. I gripped his dick and guided to my hole. Greg was so excited his body was almost shivering. We locked eyes, and I could see the pinwheel of emotions spiraling through him: excitement, nervousness, a pang of uncertainty… and a shit-ton of overarching sexual hunger. Probably the same look I had the first time Nick sat on my cock.

My look back to him was simple sexual hunger.

With a smirk, I pushed back and felt his cock rip into me.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!” Two ringing voices bellowing out together. He instinctively grabbed my hips harder than a pneumatic vice. I gripped his hairy forearms, just as strongly.

“Oh SHIT, you’re fucking HUGE!” I snapped from between my clenched teeth.

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck,” was Greg’s only response. His eyes were as wide as platters, and his mouth twisted as he tried to wrap his head around how good it felt. I rocked gently, and Greg’s whole body started rippling in time. I could tell… more than anything, he wanted to ram into me. To fucking seed me. To fucking breed or die. I brought my hands to his shoulders to try and steady him. “Hold on tiger… I gotta get used to you. You gotta thick one.” Greg made an indistinct sound borne of sexual frustration. I bore down on his dick, squeezing it with my hole. He shuddered. I repeated, and he shuddered again. I could tell his patience was at its end, and… well, fuck it. I needed his fucking cock.

“How does this feel?” I snarled at him, and I pushed down in force.

“Ohh… OHHHHH…. FUUUUUCK!” Greg lost his mind, and I was less than a half-step behind. I could feel the fucking drive of his cockhead as it drove into me, totally rearranging my innards. That fat head ground against my magic spot, and I started seeing stars. I hit rock bottom and could feel his pubes scouring my hole. I tossed my head back and fucking howled.

And we were fucking on. I have no idea what the other guys thought, but they sure as hell knew we were rocking each other’s world. Greg’s dick gave me a different feeling than Nick’s… not as deep, but a mile wide. My skin started roaring with electrical fire, and my head started pounding. Greg was right there with me. I couldn’t believe his strength. He started pounding me–and I mean fucking pounding me–even though he was sitting down. His beefy hands locked around my hips and he was fucking bouncing me up and down on his cock. I could fucking see the muscles in his arms and pecs move. And I was totally swept away, like being rolled by a huge wave in the surf.

Unfortunately, Greg was way, way too fired up to last long. Too soon, I knew he was going to blow… his face contorted, and his movements became more desperate and less focused. He let loose a thundering cry, grabbed me hard and fucking exploded inside me. It was fucking epic. He kept trying to thrust into me as he came down, all the time barking out deep-throated sounds of raw lust.

When he finally drooped back into the couch, I leaned in, meeting him forehead to forehead. “Not bad… for a rookie.” Greg, still panting, could only laugh… a deep, and deeply satisfied laugh.

I pulled myself up, feeling the long, wet suction of Greg’s dick slip out of my hole. I looked over at the other guys, still desperately sucking each other in their wheel of suck. Leaving Greg for the time being, I stepped over to Nick and slapped his bare butt. He looked up at me. “Make Greg comfortable. Watching you guys has made me horny.” Nick smiled, disentangled himself, and stepped aside.

“Ok boys,” I announced. “I need to eat some ass. Who’s first?”

Rich looked uncertain. “I dunno, that seems kinda….”

Dave cut him off. “You fucking serious?” he said with raw excitement. “Fuck yeah, man… FUCK yeah!”

“Rich, sit on the couch. Butt-boy here will suck you off while I get to work.” God, I loved fucking around with men–they didn’t need convincing. No need to build consensus. The guys eagerly got up, with Rich sitting down, and Dave on all fours between his legs. Splaying his ass for me.

And ohhh fuuuuuck. Dave had an incredible ass. He was an avid biker, and his ass was pure, rock-hard muscle. Plus, his butt was more… square than Nick or Greg. He was also easily the hairiest of our pack, with fury ass cheeks and dense curls of hair running the length of his crack. I couldn’t believe my luck of getting to eat out two virgin butts today… giving two guys an intense blast of forbidden pleasure they had likely never even thought about. Oh my fucking God. I was fucking pumped.

I took my time. Dave’s ass was mine. I rammed my face in deep to scent myself, and started hyperventilating on his butt musk. Dave, to my immense satisfaction, totally lost his shit. I mean, I’ve never heard a guy make sounds like that. In a way I felt bad for Rich–he was getting a scatter-shot blowjob from Dave, just because Dave was so consumed by my rim job.

Dave kept pushing back, grinding his ass into my face as he howled.

Well. I decided to push the envelope. I ate him so aggressively that I kept driving Dave forward. Sweeping my tongue everywhere, fucking him with my tongue.

After what seemed like wonderful, fucking hours of eating, him, I pulled my face back from Dave’s spit-slick hole. I licked a finger, and slid it inside him. Dave nearly jumped. He gave out a yelp, which quickly melted into long, obscene moan. “FU-UH-UHH-UUUUUUUCK!!”

Fuck. Dave was a vocal one.

I fingerfucked him for a few minutes, letting him get used the idea of an invader back there. Then another finger. Then another. Dave was all but freaking out… his wild, shrieking cries elaborate enough to be a symphony.

I had to have him. I smeared lube on my raging cock, lined it up, and drove it home.

Dave screamed like a pack of a hundred hyenas… loud enough to set off our car alarms.

I had only gotten my cockhead inside him, but he needed more. With a mix of yells that sounded somewhere between pain and bliss, he started pushing back on me. When my dick rubbed the nut inside him, he fucking lost his shit. I made a few quick thrusts in and out, and his whole body convulsed. I went for broke and dove down, balls deep inside him. And Dave fucking howled. And we fucked. It was the wildest ride I’d ever been on, with him thrashing violently… all the while howling to the moon. I grabbed the back of his head and drove Dave’s face into Rich’s hairy crotch, partially to muffle his cries. Then, I started pile driving his hairy ass. My own mind was roaring at the heat, the fucking pressure of being inside him. The hot-as-hell suction. Sweat poured off both our bodies.

I’m not sure how long we slammed against each other–I was totally in the zone, and Dave with in a different level of consciousness. But then I could feel it. Even with no one touching his dick, Dave was about to blow. As he shot the loudest load ever shot by man, I fired my own massive load deep inside him. My hollering completely obliterated by Dave’s.

I thought poor Dave was going to collapse into a puddle, but to my surprise he almost seemed… energized by the whole thing. Still panting, he tilted his head toward me and growled out hoarsely, “Oh God. Dude… I owe you man! I fucking owe you!” He then looked up at Rich, and said, “You’re not gonna fucking believe this.” He then hoisted Rich’s hips into the air and dove face-first into Rich’s hairy ass. Rich started protesting, but very quickly got into the swing of things.

Well, I guess I can’t deflower all of them… no sense getting greedy.

I looked over and saw Greg and Nick were gone; a second later I heard sounds coming from the bedroom.

I walked in to see Nick balls deep inside our jock friend. Nick was standing at the foot of the bed, with Greg laying on his back, his fantastic jock ass hanging over the side, his legs wrapped around Nick’s waist and his hands clutching the tangled sheets. They were well past the preliminaries, and Greg’s face was showed again the whirlwind of sensations he was experiencing.

I watched for several minutes… it was remarkable. Their moves, their sounds, the way they touched each other… everything about them was so fucking masculine. Two guys, lost in masculine pleasure.

Greg was hard as a rock, and started jerking himself in time with Nick’s power thrusts.

That gave me an idea.

First, I slid next to Nick, who paused for a second from pounding Greg’s hairy hole. I licked Nick’s sweaty neck up all the way to his ear, and then whispered, “Don’t stop. Keep going.”

Nick smirked.

I got over to the bed, knocked Greg’s hand away from his cock, and straddled him. Greg’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as it dawned on him what I was doing. Nick had bottomed out, balls deep inside Greg’s ass. I lined up Greg’s rock-hard cock against my own, still-cummy hole. And then I fucking sat down hard on onto Greg’s cock. Greg’s eyes rolled nearly out his sockets, and he let out a wailing cry.

We fucked hard. All connected. Nick into Greg, Greg into me. Greg bellowed the loudest, not sure what was giving him the biggest thrill. I loved the feel of Greg’s fat dick stretching my hole as we stared into each other’s eyes. We fucked. And we fucked. The room filled with the rhythmic sound of masculine grunts, and balls slapping ass.

But, not just from us. Out in the great room, I heard unmistakable sounds of men fucking. Rich and Dave were fucking going after each other. And, well… Dave is a screamer, that is for sure.

We fucked, and fucked, and fucked. A collision of cock, ass, sweat, and fire. Finally, Nick blew his load deep into Greg’s ass, triggering Greg to shoot, too.

I could feel the added wetness as Greg fucked his way into oblivion. God, it felt fucking good.

And here’s the thing. I had shot that long ago, but never really went soft. And now, I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. Nick, feeling pretty spent, had crashed down on the bed. Covered in sweat.

I couldn’t help myself. Right at that moment, something came over me. And I needed Nick. I needed to fucking fuck Nick.

I don’t remember how we came together, but there it was… I was lying on top of Nick, face to face. Balls deep inside him. And giving the most ferocious fuck of my life. Maybe there was a residual jealousy? A possessiveness? On top of my already off-the-chart lust for the guy? Who the fuck knows. But I’m telling you, we FUCKED. I fucking slammed my body into his. HARD. Our mouths met, and we fucking made out as if we were lions ripping apart a wildebeest. My mouth was everywhere, nearly gnawing on his neck, as he savagely made out with mine. We FUCKED. HARD. I pushed his arm back and buried my face in his sweaty pit, fucking living for his rank scent. And we FUCKED HARD. Our sweat poured together, and still I pounded. HARD. HARD HARD HARD HARD HARD HARD HARD.

And again, we violently made out… and I pounded him HARD HARD HARD HARD. My speed increasing. HARD HARD HARD. We fucking HOWLED.

HARD HARD HARD HARD HARD HARD HARD

Nick threw back his head and fucking SCREAMED as his dick blasted out four, five ropes of cum all over us. And my mind went fucking blank. I buried my head against Nick’s sweaty, hairy chest and screamed to shatter the earth. And then I fucking CAME. I felt my cum rip out of me, hard enough that it felt like it a stick of dynamite went off inside my dick. I filled his ass with a fucking ocean of spunk. I grabbed onto Nick and never, ever wanted to let go.

Finally, I raised my head… and saw Greg. He had been laying there next to us the whole time. Inches away. He was stroking his rock-hard cock. In awe. “Holy fuck, man. Holy fuck.” It was all he could say.

I looked past him to see Dave and Rich in the doorway. Dave stroked himself. Rich just smiled brightly and said, “Fucking WOW!” As if we were his idols.

I buried my face in Nick’s hairy chest again and laughed. Oh yeah. Fuuuuck.

***

Epilogue:

It probably comes as no surprise to hear that we pretty much fucked each other’s brains out for the rest of the weekend. In every way a bunch of horned up guys could conceive. We didn’t abandon gaming entirely–we did throw together a series of drinking games that would have made a frat house blush. More to the point, we did ultimately decide to finish the game we started the first night, but we raised the stakes somewhat: the guy who lost was going to have to be fucked by everyone else, back-to-back-to-back. Although we’re a competitive bunch, Dave had no problem throwing the game in the last turn, smiling a wicked smile as he did so. As the winner, Nick fucked Dave last, with three loads of white-hot cum churning inside Dave’s ass to lubricate his dick.

When we packed up, there was a wave of hugs and high-fives all around, and Rich enthusiastically offered to find us a place for a new Game Night Weekend. Soon.

After the others hit the road, I dragged myself into Nick’s SUV for a ride home, sore and pretty much wiped out. Still, it would have taken an entire team of plastic surgeons to get the smile off my face.

There was a companionable silence as we started down the forest road. I glanced over at Nick, and tossed him a question: “So. What was your favorite part of the weekend.”

Nick looked over at me. He almost started to say something, then let it drop. “What?” I asked. “Don’t tell me after all that you’ve suddenly gotten shy.”

Nick chuckled. “It probably sounds weird. Despite Greg’s stamina, Rich’s inventiveness, and Dave’s enthusiasm, the best part was… was….” Pause. “Oh fuck it. The best part was that very first night. Just you and me. Trying to keep quiet.”

I think my heart started glowing so bright it about exploded.

And suddenly, it was nearly impossible for me to speak. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “You… I mean, you….” I trailed off. There was a long pause before I continued. I took a deep breath. “Same for me. Don’t get me wrong, I loved all the crazy shit we did. But… I’d trade everything from the rest of the weekend for another night like that. With… you. And only you. All that other stuff was amazing, but with you it was… real. You’ve fucking got me good.”

Gentle silence. Nick reached over, and grabbed my shoulder. His voice was as quiet as mine. “Yeah. You’ve fucking burrowed into my soul, man.”

I couldn’t get my voice to work for a reply, so I reached over and lightly grabbed his thigh. Nick looked over at me, and saw everything he needed to see in my face. His eyes were wet, but he smiled.

“You up for a quickie? Private road and all.”

“For you, bud… absolutely. But no need to make it quick.”

“None at all.”

END

My elder brother Peter and I were ushers at our cousin Joe’s wedding. Joe had done alright for himself, marrying into a wealthy family. The wedding itself was at a large country manor set in

acres of land, just one of the bride’s fathers holiday retreats.

Rather bored with the wedding afternoon’s party I wandered outside for some fresh air and also to try and find my brother Peter who I had not seen for about an hour.

Walking around the back of the manor house to the car park area I spotted Peter sitting in the passenger seat of the bride’s father’s Rolls Royce. He was oblivious to me approaching the car and right near the window I said “What are you doing Peter?” .

It all happened in a split second, Peter looked at me gob smacked, the bride’s father looked up from Peter’s lap ,still holding Peter’s stiff cock that he had been sucking and the cock itself was spurting cum.

The silver haired old cock sucker wasn’t going to let that go to waste and had his mouth over the spurting prick gobbling down my brothers juicy load.

“Don’t tell anybody” pleaded Peter.

“I don’t understand” I replied, aware now that my own cock was rigidly stiff.

“I knew, Graham wanted to suck me off from the very first moment we met. It was that look he gave me wasn’t it Graham?”

Graham was too busy to answer, his tongue rolling around my brother’s knob head,  his sucking sounds keeping my own dick stiff.

“He’ll suck you off Tony. He’s mad for cock”. said my brother pulling from Graham’s mouth.

Graham, the brides father, was a widower, not only that but a randy old Bi guy.

The thought of a suck off had my cock twitching like crazy.

Graham looked up at me, cum around his mouth, his pale grey eyes twinkling. For an older man he was quite attractive, tanned and distinguished looking with a shock of silver grey hair.

“Do you want sucking off like your brother? I’m up to it if you are”. he said licking the cum from his lips.

Peter climbed out of the car, his trousers looking a little cum stained.

“Get in the front seat Tony and I’ll keep watch out here” he said.

I got into the passenger seat and Graham began to undo my trousers. Rather than get my trousers cum splodged like Peter’s, I pulled them right down to my ankles together with my underpants.

Graham looked very pleased when he saw my stiff cock looking so proud.

“That is one lovely looking dick” he said before taking half of my prick into his mouth. The feel of his hot tongue lapping around my helmet had me moaning loudly and Peter put his hand inside the car’s open window to cover my mouth.

“Sssssshhhh! You’re making too much fucking noise bro” he said.

Graham gobbled my cock right down his throat. I’d never been sucked off by an older man before but he sure proved that old men are the best cock suckers, I was in absolute heaven.

“He’s good isn’t heTony?” said Peter but of course I couldn’t answer, just nod.

Graham was making a real meal of my prick, his hot mouth relishing every inch, his throat designed for cock, his tongue, a cock lickers prize tool.

I mumbled that I was going to cum but my words didn’t quite make any sense in any case it was too late to do anything about it as I started to spurt inside Graham’s hot mouth.

Once he got a taste of my spunk, the old guy went crazy for it gobbling my cock and swallowing my cum like a mad man.

He kept sucking and licking until my balls were cum dry and then he sat up and thanked me for the creamy load wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

Peter pulled his hand away from my mouth at last and I pulled up my pants and trousers.

“Fuck Peter! Does this mean we’re gay?” I asked

“No! It means we are healthy sex hungry men that’s all Tony, though I have promised Graham that he can fuck me”.

“What?” I said in surprise.

“It’s no big deal, just a fuck. Now get out of the car Tony and keep watch for us”, he said.

I got out of the car still surprised that he was actually going to let Graham fuck him. The guy was old enough to be our father, grandfather even.

Peter got in the back seat and removed his trousers and pants. Graham, pretty quiet now, joined him in the back seat pulling his own trousers and pants down to his knees.

I watched as Graham began to rim my brothers hole, working saliva all over my brothers sphincter ready for a fuck.

Graham’s cock was a thick monster, long and stiff and I was wondering how Peter was going to take it up his tight arse.

Moments later the big cock was in my brothers hole and fucking his brains out. Peter wrapped his legs and arms around Graham, his throaty groans getting louder and louder. I went around to the door nearest Peter, opened it and clamped my hand over his mouth like he had done mine.

“Be fucking quiet Peter, you’ll have wedding guests

snooping around”.

His muffled groans now showed how well he was being fucked. Graham’s arse was going back and forth in a definite rhythm , his randy old cock bludgeoning Peter’s arsehole.

Graham kept the pace up, his balls slapping Peter with every thrust.

“I’m going to come” he squealed suddenly.

“He’s going to come his load right inside you Peter” I said “Fuck! You don’t mind do you?”

Graham’s grunts and groans summoned his spunk up and the randy old fucker began to juice up Peter’s fuck hole.

Determined last thrusts, sent streams of sperm headlong into Peter’s hot hole.

I released my hand from Peter’s mouth and he began to whimper as Graham drained the last sperms from his cock.

“Right guys, we better get back to the wedding party before we are all missed” said Graham very matter of fact.

He was soon out of the car and sprucing himself up looking as immaculate as he did at the wedding service. Peter on the other hand had come stains on his trousers so the first port of call on leaving the car was one of the downstairs toilets.

Graham had hurried on ahead leaving us to trail behind.

“Boy he really fucked you good Peter. I’m surprised you can walk”. I said.

“Well it’s awkward walking as I can feel cum running from my arse  into my fucking pants”. he replied.

In the plush toilet we bolted the door and  Peter took off his trousers and handed them to me to try and remove the stains.

I used a little soap and my handkerchief, dabbing at the stains without wetting the material too much.

Peter pulled his underpants off and threw them into the bin.

“I can’t wear them, they are soaked in spunk” he said.

“I’m just so surprised you let him fuck you, I mean that is soooo gay”. I said.

“Well I’ll let you into a little secret Tony, I am in fact BI,

I’ll have sex with anybody, and as you now from the suck off, older men are pretty damn good at sex”.

Surprised even more I had to ask him more.

“What does it feel like having a big cock pushing into your arse? It must hurt”.

“Well it does at first little brother but once you get into it and feel that cock brushing over your prostate again and again, it is fucking ecstasy believe me”.

“I thought he was hurting you by the way you were groaning” I said.

“Fuck no! Those were groans of sheer ecstatic pleasure and every man should try a cock up their arse. It’s amazing”.

I was getting stiff just thinking about it and even stiffer when Peter offered to stick his cock up me.

“We can’t, we’re brothers” I said trying to restrain my raging hard on. “Besides I’m straight”.

“That’s what they all say until that big cock is stroking their prostate to maximum pleasure. Come on, nobody will ever know. We’re just two guys having some fun together”.

Two minutes later and I was bare arsed and leaning over the bathroom stool waiting for my brothers cock to fuck my arse.

“Now just relax and let me in, then it won’t hurt”. he said, soaking his cock with a fist full of saliva.

The hot feel of his knob against my hole felt so good and I pushed back on his dick as he suggested to me.

“Fuck!” I yelled as his cock gored my guts and his balls slammed against me.

“There! You got it all in one Tony” he said holding his dick still and letting it throb in my arse.

The stool was pretty wide and had ornate handles  each side which Peter gripped as he began to fuck me.

I began to whimper loudly but this time he did nothing to muffle my moans.

His thrusts were hard and I was beginning to love the feeling of a packed hole. Once I felt his cock on my prostate I was hooked on fucking and told him to work his cock over and over my sensitive gland.

The feeling was immense and totally mind blowing, my arsehole caving in to the demands of Peter’s cock as he ram fucked the groans out of me.

My first fuck and I was loving it, the fact that it was my brother’s cock made it all the more exciting and forbidden.

I was almost crying with pleasure as his cock went deep inside my virgin hole.

“Can you feel my dick rubbing over your prostate little bro? Isn’t it good?”

I had to admit that it was the most satisfying sexual experience of my life so far, not knowing what was still to come.

“I’m going to come” said Peter “I’m going to shoot inside you”.

I was ready for his spunk, my hole twitching with excitement as he unloaded his jizz up my hole.

Somebody was rattling the door handle of the washroom but Peter was too far gone to stop the sperm from spurting.

Pulling out of me, Peter went to the door and listened.

“It’s me Graham? Is that you in there Peter ? The wedding party are wondering where you and your brother have got to?”

Peter opened the door a little and Graham pushed inside.

“What are you dirty fuckers been up to?” he asked.

I was still over the stool pretty exhausted.

“Fuck!” he said “You’ve fucked your own brother and his hole is running with lovely cum. I need to get in there”.

“We have to go back to the wedding party” said Peter putting is clothes in order.

“Not before I get into that inviting creamy hole” said Graham approaching me and pulling his cock out.

“Come and hold his arse cheeks apart for me Peter . I’ll fuck him quick and then we must get back”.

Peter did as he asked, his hands pulling my bum cheeks wide. Graham pressed his knob into the

sperm running from me and just pushed it back up my arse as he thrust his cock in.

“Fuck!” I yelled. His prick was bigger than Peter’s and thicker but that didn’t stop him from opening up my hole.

I was in absolute raptures when his cock rubbed over my prostate, far more than when Peter had fucked me, the old man was a fucking legend.

“Wow!” said Peter “Didn’t think my little brother would be able to take your big cock but he’s opening up for you big time”.

“Oh!Fuck! It feels so good” said Graham “So warm and sloppy, it’s like my prick is in clotted cream. It’s one hell of a juicy arsehole”.

Graham fucked me good and hard, his quick thrusts wrenching tears from my eyes, tears of bliss as his prick pounded deep.

“Spurt your load in my little bro’s hole He was fucking straight when he came to this wedding but he’s gong to go home like a gay cum slut”.

Graham began to cream my hole over, his jerking dick pumping a thick flurry of spunk up my fuck sore arse.

“Come, we better get back” said Graham pulling from my arse, his dick dripping cum onto the floor.

What a day! What a wedding, the best wedding I’d ever been to especially meeting Graham who was to become a great fuck buddy.

“Did you enjoy that? ” said Peter as we sat later having a beer.

“It was mind blowing but like you I think I need to get rid of my underpants”.

What do you mean?” he replied.

“Graham’s spunk is running from my throbbing arse  and soaking them “.

I looked over at Graham, he was dancing with his daughter, the bride. He spotted me and gave me the most cock erecting smile and wink and the cum in my pants felt wonderful!.

Year 2015. Left my job for consultant on a big fraud case for the defense. The client hired one of the top criminal law firms in the country. My fee was 1/2 of my annual salary. Client plead guilty to 9 counts. My job was to mitigate those counts to 1 offense and negating the other 8 at sentencing. I accomplished that and due to one false statement he got probation.

Moving on to meeting a real tall thin black / str8 top. I was reviewing thousands of pages for 14 days from 6:00 a.m. to 11:00 p.m at the law office.  The night security guard came through at 10:p.m. and said i have to be out by 10:45 p.m. due to the security contract with the law firm. Only those on the approved list could stay after that time. 

When he walked in he was 6’4″ tall, about 150lbs. We chatted and asked if I live far. I said i am staying couple of blocks at the Hampton Inn. He said he could walk me to the hotel. As packed up my computer and brief case a few magnum xxl condoms fell out.  He saw them and said I use these too. I said i don’t use them for myself but just in case i meet a someone that needs them. That is when i saw his dick down his leg soft. 

He asked if i was gay and said yes. He said girls require him to wear that size. 

He asked if i can suck and swallow nut. I said yes. He asked if i can take big dick. I said up to 12 inches. As we were waling out the building and to my hotel he asked if i like black guys. I said yes especially str8 black guys.  He then told me he was 10.5 x7 inches and he cums excessively

i said why don’t you come up and i  can swallow that load. When we got to my room he went to bathroom to pee and then came out fully naked with a long hanging black dick. i stripped and got on all fours and started to suck his dick deep throat. he was verbally nasty and after 10 min he came a lot.

I have been hooking up with him for 7 years now and we moved to anal and threeways.

I want to write about a guy I met up with once, a while ago.

I used to spend time on a website called ‘cottaging.co.uk’ which was for, like, hooking up with guys. I met quite a lot of men through it and a lot of them were quite rough? (I’m young, my profile said submissive, and I was willing to give them plenty of pics while getting nothing in return before meeting.)

There was one guy who was…. particularly cruel. Like, he still sticks in my mind as one of the roughest hook-ups I’ve ever had.

We swapped a few messages back and forth – I was 19 at the time, he was 48/49 sort of age? Maybe early 50s. My profile mentioned that I was submissive and he said he’d love to spend an evening having some fun with me.

I was up for it so we arranged a time for me to go over to his place. The plan was that I’d get the train to fairly nearby, he’d meet me and walk me back to his house. I’ll be honest, this was an area of the city I’d never been to. Like, at all. It was a little way out and I knew nothing about it.

We also swapped a few messages about what we wanted to do. He said he had a few ideas and surprises for me and asked me if there was anything I didn’t want to do. I told him that I didn’t really want to get fucked – I was a bit nervous and maybe next time? He said he was fine with that and that he had other plans anyway as a surprise. I asked him what the surprise was but he simply responded that telling would ruin the surprise.

I’d sent him a few pics of me, told him what I’d be wearing. He told me where to wait when I got off the train and thats all – no pics, no description. I was going to an unfamiliar place, meeting up with a total stranger and then following him back to his house. I’m not gonna lie, it was scary but… I was excited.

When the train did get there, all I knew to do was get off it and then wait just off the platform, next to the sign with the map. It was a typical tiny city-station. Two platforms, one bench each, hardly any lights and absolutely no people.

He had those pics and knew what I’d be wearing – vivid, barbie-pink belt, tight jeans and a Hello Kitty! t-shirt. I looked like a total gayboi and all I could do was wait.

Eventually I saw a guy looking at me. He smiled and walked up to me, saying `hi’. He had short-shaved hair, was a bit taller than me and noticeably stronger. Like, he wasn’t a huge guy? And he wasn’t fat, exactly… But you know when a guy just seems to be built broader and wider than you’d expect for his height? He looked like that.

I nodded and said ‘hi’, asked if he was from ‘the website’ and he smirked a little? But nodded. (I guess because I was trying to be subtle but ‘are you from the website would have been such an obvious giveaway if he was just some random other dude).

He told me he lived a few streets away, so we started walking. When we were walking back to his, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me a little closer. I think he could tell I felt a little uncertain. He asked if I was feeling nervous while laughing a little. When I said a little a bit but its fine, his hand moved down to begin grabbing at my ass. “And now? Even more nervous?”
I nodded and he said “good” and kept doing it basically all the way to his house. Like, just holding me close, his arm wrapped around my back, his hand resting on my ass.

I dunno how to describe how exposed I felt? But the entire walk I was just wondering what people would think seeing me with this older guy.

The moment we got inside his house, he pushed me to my knees and began stripping himself down to completely naked, while I knelt there fully dressed. I don’t know why but…. there was something about kneeling there fully-clothed while he stood over me completely naked, cock at my lips that felt weirdly more exposed, more dominated than if I was naked as well.

I just looked up at him and began licking at his cock, licking and kissing and sucking at the head and shaft until he was fully hard, at which point he began pushing me onto it, deeper and deeper until he began choking me a little. Like, I was just there, kneeling on the cold floorboards just inside his front door, still fully dressed, feeling him press his cock deeper into my throat, almost testing if I could take it.

And I could? but it was difficult. I still wasn’t very good at stopping myself from gagging and he wasn’t massively long? But still long enough to feel uncomfortable and so incredibly thick. Like, it’s the thickness I remember. It just felt so big on my tongue and in my mouth… And when I struggled or pressed at his thighs to stop or even just slow down…? He pushed deeper still, calling me his little bitch as I struggled my best to breath while he made me gag on his dick.

He’d push me down far on his cock – almost two thirds down and then hold me at that depth and start fucking my throat, pushing even deeper. just fucking the bottom inches in and out…

This kept going for quite a long time. I was stripped naked eventually and we moved around a little, with him holding me leaning back over the front of the sofa or him sitting down and just pushing my head down on him. And the entire time he was fucking my throat really rough – it hurt soooo much but I never once tried to stop him.

I mean, I felt scared and completely out-of-control and like there was literally nothing I could do but just keep sucking him… And the more it went on, the more it hurt and the messier and more broken I felt. My throat was in agony and spit was over my face and some in my hair and all I could do was let this man do whatever he wanted with me.

He also pushed me down really firmly and made me rim him – telling me to be a good little slut and lick him out, while he stroked his cock. He loved calling me his `dirty little boy’ and telling me how slutty I was, especially for rimming a guy more than twice my age.

(He actually mentioned my age a few times – saying Im so young and pretty and things like that, but the tone he said it in was almost….like he was saying it as an insult? Like… basically like me being young and sexy was something he could mock me over…?)

I think he kept this up for, like, at least 2 hours? It’s hard to know exactly but… comparing the time i got off the train and the time when I left his house… I think easily 2 hours of this. Just swapping between letting me lick his cock, or throatfucking me, or making me rim him. Sometimes I was struggling and sometimes I just felt too weak to push back and sometimes I just let it happen cos I had no choice and…

He just kept going. Hurting me and fucking me and telling me what a filthy, slutty wreck I was.
Eventually, I felt his cock pulsing a little deep in my throat. I didn’t even taste his cum until I gagged so hard I coughed it up around his cock. It bubbled from my lips, ran down my chin and onto my chest, clinging to his pubes and then getting smeared back over my cheeks as he held himself deep and choked me on it.

And that’s when his ‘surprise’ happened. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up to my feet. I felt so humiliated, stood in front of him. I was so weak from the long throatfucking, almost feeling dizzy just standing there. When he grabbed my arm and started pulling me into the hallway, I was so scared and uncertain and dazed that I just didn’t know how to resist him at all. He could have done anything with me right then and I would’ve let him.

He dragged me through into the bathroom and shoved me into his shower. I thought maybe he wanted to shower with me, because I’ve been with a few guys who wanted to end it with a shower and get one last blowjob while they clean themselves up…

But instead he pushed me down to kneel on the floor, shivering a little from the chill in the room and the tiles touching me….

And I dunno how to say it. Cos it just felt so sudden and unexpected and it just… happened?

He pressed the tip of his cock just between my lips, said “swallow” and started pissing.

I couldn’t even think properly. I really didn’t want to do this – it really isn’t really my thing. I not sure how much I can make it clear that this isn’t something that I wanted but he just started and when he told me to swallow, I did.

Or that is, I tried. There was just so much, and it just didn’t seem to stop. I was swallowing these painfully huge gulps, almost gagging with each one. My throat was sore enough that I could hardly speak from the long throatfucking, and each gulp was just too big for me to manage, it almost seemed to burn all the way down.

I’d try to keep it under control, swallow 3, maybe 4 gulps… and then I’d lose control and start gagging, or fall behind and my mouth would fill up and it’d overflow down my chin over me.
When this happened? He just stopped and told me to swallow it all. He’d give me the tiniest moment to rest but them, the moment I was breathing a little better? Or I’d finished swallowing it? He’d just start again and…. it seemed to go on for sooo fucking long and I didn’t want any of it but I dunno. I just couldn’t even think of not doing it for him.

Eventually, after what seemed like forever, it seemed to slow and stop. Like, I know it could only be a few minutes but… it felt like hours.

When he was finished, he looked down at me and told me that he’d actually wanted me to swallow every drop, but that I was still one of the filthiest little sluts he’s had for going all the way through with it. Like, he was sorta… smirking while saying about how he’d never expected me to do it and how filthy I must be for letting it happen.

I felt so utterly ashamed and humiliated. I’d gone through it because I felt I had no choice, because it didn’t even occur to me that I could ever make it stop…. and now he was laughing at how dirty and slutty I was for not stopping him…

And yet even then, when he’d said that to me, he pressed the tip of his cock to my mouth and told me to show him how much of a filthy whore I am, and lick off the last few drops…. and I did it. I was still so shocked and weak and dazed…. I couldn’t even think about the possibility of saying ‘no’ until it was too late.

After that he just told me to get myself cleaned up, he’d walk me back to the station. Shutting the bathroom door behind him and leaving me to tidy myself up.

On the walk he spent the entire time grabbing my ass again, I think enjoying how shy and nervous it made me, and he told me that he’d back back in town in a few weeks. Saying that he’d love to see what else I’ll do.

I want to say I never went back. I want to say I blocked him and refused to ever see a man who’d treat me that badly.

It was only the next morning when I was sending him a message, saying I can’t wait to be his slut again.