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Sorry about the delay in my posting of what I promised with the first half of this adventure; life has a way of increasing demand for time far in excess of supply. For us some work travel and the associated work itself interrupted my plans to put this out there right after it happened a few weeks ago. Read on and hoping it gives you a ride!

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There was nothing tentative about the German’s knock or forceful push to open the door when he got to our suite. He strode in and proceeded to the bedroom proudly waiving a hard fat but surprisingly cut dick of below-average length emerging from a thick blond bush over tight average sized smooth pink balls. Kent and I were both surprised at the disproportion of his endowment; and of him being circumcised. “You’re … “ I began and caught myself.

“Goot at vollowing orders,” he finished for me and grinning.

We were standing in the bedroom. His arrival was impossibly fast; German efficiency meets male horniness. He gave us thorough look-overs and that fat cock beaded some pre-slime; apparently we passed inspection.

As far as he went his body was all German precision; ripped, built, symmetrical, sculpted. Blond hair which had been trimmed but not too much covered his pecs, abs, bush, and butt; his pelt on his legs and arms was denser and curlier. His skin was milky and smooth and the effect was his very blond hair all over appeared translucent and refracted the ambient light. His dick as I mentioned was below average in length was dwarfed by ours even as we were soft and hanging; but it was thick enough to make me wonder if he might thicker than I am and I am thicker than average.

“My husband was about to say that we are surprised to see that you are circumcised.” Kent is always helpful. “But we can discuss that later. Of immediate need is for you to get on your knees and to drain Al’s piss-load. You will swallow every drop.”

Bastion’s nose and eyes both flared with possible defiance or possible lust; his dick slime globbed forth so he was definitely into it. He descended to his knees without breaking eye contact. And then he opened and up-turned his mouth.

I was a tad concerned for the carpet there in the bedroom but I had to piss too bad to give that much heed. I went to him and dropped my mostly soft dick into his mouth; he closed his lips around me but made no more motions and left his tongue motionless against my skin.

I relaxed and let it flow down into Bastion’s upturned mouth and felt him glugging it down dutifully. His tongue and throat movements were stimulating me; I was getting hard as I continued to drain in our human urinal. Bastian’s gratified groans and moans told the story of a man as familiar with and appreciative of another man’s fluids as he is of cock.

When I was finished and pulled back from his mouth I was full-on hard again. His first look at my hard-on was adoration. “Zat is vun vine grosser Schwaz!” He exclaimed and licked his lips. Looking at Kent he brightened. “You have more for me too before I vork this beautiful Schwanz of your husband or may I begin vith your supreme dong now?” His obvious lust for Kent’s bull hard-on was high.

“Present your man-pussy,” Kent ordered.

Our sex slave smirked at this and turned away from us without a word, bent at his waist, and he pulled his fuzzy and very hard bubble butt-cheeks apart to display a pink hole under a thicket of blond fur. Bastion’s puffy ass-lips betrayed that his butt was no stranger to frequent intrusion.

“That cunt has seen plenty of action,” I scoffed.

“My coont-hole had pleasured many men and vill pleasure more in zee vuture. I am completely hellzee und I take zee PrEP.”

Kent always has good ideas and that night was no exception. “Suck Al’s cock while I eat that slutty cunt of yours and get it ready for him. And when he teams that nasty hole he will get you ready for me. My bet is that I will taste another stud’s load in there already.”

“I am clean!” he protested. “I cleaned myself vell after zose two young men from zee country club.”

“Dirty slut!” Kent spat out; and then he spat for real and landed a large glob over the German’s right eye.

This time he looked up with an expectant smile. “Zeeing zeze two specimens of manhood vith the promise of anozer opportunity vill be my beacon of hope.”

“Okay, okay,” I took it down a notch. “Let’s deal with the here and now. “Suck my cock bitch and show me what ya got!”

“And back that slut-hole up here so I can get you good and ready for Al to fuck it,” Kent added.

It took no time for the three of us to get comfortable on the bed with Kent’s face buried in Bastian’s hairy hole and Bastian’s throat accepting my cock-knob. Bastian was as practiced a cock-sucker as his ass-lips confirmed he was a bottom. He was also not timid with my balls; his response to my signals of pleasure from his grabs, pulls, yanks, and rubs were intuitive and drove my reignition after Kent had skyrocketed me into pleasurable bliss not so long before.

Kent was making loud grunts and groans as he ate Bastian’s hole and finally came up for air; the wetness on his face from his slobber and possibly Bastian’s hole getting wet and ready reflected in the bedroom lamp in just the right way to make me swoon. Handsome devil, hung like a bull, and my ardent compatriot in life; god-damn I’m a lucky man!

After taking a long breath Kent said to me, “I want to see you bust open this hole. He’s ready but not loose.”

Bastian gave my nuts a jerk and sucked harder on my cock as he pulled off; the suction was almost painful when my head finally popped loudly from his lips. He backed around, got a grip on my hard-on, and pushed his hole back and sat on my dick forcefully with a load grunt of exertion; and just like that he jammed down and I broke through as his grunt turned to a brief cry and then a loud, “Oooomph!” when he bottomed-out.

Kent was right; he was tight no matter how used his hole looked. Hot and tight both!

“Now fuck yourself on his cock,” Kent ordered.

There was a well-placed mirror on the interior side wall of the bedroom which enabled me to watch the action from my rear angle as well as Bastian’s front in the mirror. He was as beautifully constructed as a man might be ten or fifteen years his junior; all sinew under fuzz refracting the light and athletic movements as he leveraged himself on his feet planted aside my hips. Shame about the fireplug of a dick on him. The view of my long hard dick sliding in and out of him as he twerked his ass up and down was as hypnotic as his moans of pleasure as he proceeded.

Kent gave me a nod of encouragement after a minute or two of Bastian self-servicing on my meat and I took it as a cue to amp-up the intensity. As he shoved down the length my my iipole again I jerked my hips upward; a loud slap cracked in the air as my groin smacked his hard butt and he loosed a sharp cry.

“Ach! Ja! Fick mein Loch!”

I repeated, harder with a grunt of my own.

“Oooooooh. Ja! Fick mich!”

My German is cursory in spite of many decades interfacing with the factory and headquarters in my job but I knew the tone and the increased strength he put into matching my slams cleared any doubts about his verbalization. He was a bitch in heaven.

Kent shoved his fat bull cock in Bastian’s mouth and gagged him until he was coughing-up snot; he had a good hold on his head and was skull-fucking the German with determination. As Bastion sputtered and gagged he kept meeting my thrusts; good boy!

“You were made for American cock; to be a receptacle for it and for Americans to get-off in. You Germans and your Aryan superiority and all you really are is cock-whoring sluts who serve real men!”

Wow! Where that came from I wasn’t sure. Kent can be very verbal and creative but is rarely so specific; though he ‘creates conveyance of concepts through choice and assembly of words’ by his own definition.

Bastian was fueled by those words and began grinding on my cock in a way I felt made him jolt as he hit his spot over and over. His gurgling and sputtering around Kent’s cock in his throat was moderating; he was getting praise from Kent too.

“Yeah work yourself on these two American cocks spit-roasting you. That’s it; throat my cock now you’ve got it.”

I was watching Bastian’s stubby fat dick twitch with every jerk of his body when he used my knob to give his p-point a jolt. His pre was flinging about as that fat hard-on jolted about. Bastian’s hole was giving my cock a work-up as his jerks coincided with clenches and he milked me.

“Aaah ja! Ich komme. Ich kommmmmme!” he finally cried out and I watched that snub-nose cannon of his blast a thick stream of jizz when his body tensed and ground down hard on me; and another, and another.

I was exploding myself and grabbed his hips tighter with a death grip and blasted myself inside him.

“Ffffffuck yeah! Take it you Kraut fuck!” Where the fuck that came from I can’t say; only that Bastion’s pussy was gripping me so tight as I cut loose that I got caught-up in Kent’s moment.

My husbandwas letting loose himself with his head thrown back and howling, “Take that American spunk you scum-sucking pig!”

The German sucked down most of it but sputtered-up some that back-flashed out around Kent’s bush. His hole was still tightly clenched on mine with his fuzzy bubble butt jammed down on me and his chute still spasming deep inside him on me; I was milked-out but the milking continued on until I got too sensitive and shoved him off me. As my fattened knob plopped out he howled and some of my cum-load ran out of his hole and onto my thigh. I smacked his ass hard. “Kerp it inside you!” I yelled.

He yelped and clenched; and let Kent’s big pole leave his mouth. Kent flopped down onto the bed and sort of pushed Bastion to roll between us.

Closer his male sweat was detectable. It wasn’t Kent’s or my own as far as desirable; it was a bit sharp with soap, deodorant, and sex all in the mix, but sharp and intrusive. It fired off desire in my balls from the simple and sure knowledge that we’d well and truly had some seriously good pig-sex.

“Zank you!” Bastion said enthusiastically; but he was obviously uncomfortable between us on the bed.

Kent had switched-off the superiority shtick. “That was fun. You’re a hot piece of ass Bastian. Maybe we can do this again after we win the matches tomorrow.”

Bastian never relaxed with us. “I zink zat is my cue to leave you two,” he replied and scrambled off the bed. “Vith my zanks,” he continued. “Zee last time I came zat way I vas zee teenager! Zo zee promise of zee rematch to use zee vord is very desirable.”

He made no attempt to get dispensation to return to his room clothed. Although we couldn’t see from the bed the very short time from his opening to closing the door to our suite told me he didn’t retrieve his briefs and pull them inside to dress before going out. Kent apparently had the same thought.

“Bold to walk out butt nekkid isn’t he?”

I looked at him with a devilish glance. “Dare ya to!” I challenged.

Kent rose from the bed and walked toward the living room. He stopped, turned, and asked, “Coming?” When I protested by telling him I’d love to and waving my floppy dick at him he came back to the foot of thbed, took my foot, and kissed it. “Where I go you go; where you go I go!”

“Then get the fuck back in the bed,” I told him.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he grinned and bent over and kissed the inside of my thigh and brushed my nuts with the stubble on his chin.

It was a long slow session and neither of our nuttings came easily to us. We didn’t mind the work; but we were famished and exhausted when we were done. We ordered UberEats from a favorite place when we’d lived there but made no move to shower or to clean-up. We reeked in the best way two men can.

We left the suite door propped open on the security latch and could tell when the UberEats guy got there; Kent opened the door wide still naked and called a thank you as the guy walked toward the elevator. He turned and stopped short seeing my hunk of a husband butt naked; I was behind him by that point.

The UberEats guy was thirties and fit as fuck from what we could see; dessert? He stood there gawking at us until he finally said, “Y-you’re welcome?” with a sheepish grin.

“Hungry?” Kent asked. The many meanings hung in the air for a moment.

I adjusted my position enough for my crotch to be visible while still keeping my scarred torso behind Kent’s broad lats. I grabbed my long-hanging dick and waved it at him. “Plenty to eat here if you’re hungry.”

He took a beat to answer; his hand absently went to his sweats and adjusted himself. Then he smiled and said, “I’ll take that as a compliment but politely decline … for tonight anyway.” As he walked away he called back, “In the app you can contact me if you’re around tomorrow and still … hungry.”

“We’re losing our touch!” I told Kent.

Kent dead-panned. “I prefer to take his rain-check invitation as a compliment.” We laughed as we picked-up the bags and went to attack the meal.

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The following day did not hold an opportunity to further feast on Bastian. In a freak accident (more accurately an act of colossal stupidity) Bastian miscalculated a hop over the net after winning his first match and landed head-first; he was taken to Riverview hospital by ambulance.

On our way to the airport Monday we stopped to see Bastian; he was still at the hospital. His head injury was so bad that he was confined to bed and was sedated to the point that he couldn’t even get hard to jack-off; two facts he disclosed with loopy humor tinged with heartfelt woe. He did appreciate us stopping by and told us that being spit-roasted by us wasn’t his last exploit before the incident. The slut! We laughed and then he added, “But it vas zee best zis year! Und I vill be in Florida in zee vinter and vill vant more!”

That left our egos inflated as we left New Jersey. That and three trophies which were being sent to us after they were engraved; Kent’s and mine for our doubles championship … and mine for singles champion! The very perfect ass of Adam the UberEats driver was our other trophy; that one we took in our memories only.

I awoke to streaks of dried cum all over my chest from my neck down to my pelvis. One of the benefits of cock freedom after four weeks of lock-up is the raging morning woodies I wake up with.  I closed my eyes and immediately my mind went to Thomas’s extraordinarily large hands and how they felt when he shook my hand, placed them around my head when he fucked my throat, grabbed my hips when he fucked my ass, and when he took his palms to my smooth white ass.

I logged into StudFist and watched a video of a bottom getting his asshole punched out, took a huff of poppers, and imagined Thomas gut punching me. In minutes, I sprayed a new layer of hot cum all over my chest.

I needed to get out of bed and get to the office. In the shower, my boner just wouldn’t quit. Shaving in front of the mirror, my penis was still rigid. I couldn’t get the thought of Thomas’s hands out of my head. I put on a pair of blue briefs and brewed some coffee. Inspired by my hardon, I texted Thomas:

“Hey, good morning. What’s up?”

I was honestly surprised he didn’t ghost me. It didn’t take long before he responded. I decided to be blunt after some pleasantries…

“Hey, you ever get into fisting ass?”

“I’ve only done it a couple times because my hands are so big. Why do you ask?”

“My cock had been hard all morning just thinking about your fist in my ass.”

We made plans to meet @ 7pm in my room.   I managed to stuff my boner into my dress pants and went to work. I left a little early to stop by the store to pick up a Fleet enema, a small tub of Crisco, and some mattress pads. I’d already had with me a new large bottle of BlueBoy, which I would definitely be using that night.

I cleaned out and prepped for Thomas’s arrival. He’d confirmed he’d be coming so I didn’t worry about him flaking out at the last minute.

At 7pm, there was a light rap on the door. I answered it nude, my penis almost pointing up towards the ceiling. I’d been hard most of the day, and now wearing nothing, it was truly free to expand and grow.

Thomas rushed inside and I closed the door behind him. I pulled him closer inside the room and dropped to my knees. I untied his shoes and pulled them off. I undid his belt and pulled down his zipper.  Oh man, his meat was already hard under his boxers. I couldn’t resist. I pulled them down and that dick was down my throat quickly.

He placed those large hands around my head and I reached up to caress them as my mouth took my throat. I was moaning, my dick was leaking strands of precum. It was definitely a lustful moment, my sexual energy in overdrive.

Thomas pulled out of my throat.

“Don’t make me cum yet.”

“I need to feel your fist inside me”, I said.

I walked toward the bed and opened the Crisco. I scooped out a bit and placed it onto Thomas’s right hand. Then I rolled onto my back, my ass on the mattress pad, and took some hits of BlueBoy. I held my ankles into my hands and opened up my hole for him. Thomas sent 3 fingers into my hole and pushed the Crisco inside.

I cooed, those fingers felt so good. If mine measure about 3.5”, his were easily 5.5-6”, very long indeed. Soon with even more Crisco added, he added a fourth finger and he began to expand his fingers out inside me, working my hole open as the BlueBoy assisted in that effort.

It was time to get the thumb inside. I inhaled deep on the bottle, then I pushed my rosebud out, and that very large paw pushed inside the first ring. Holy fuck! That hand was huge!  I could t believe it slipped in so easily.

“It’s in”, he said. “Your hole feels so good around my hand bro.”

“Oh fuck yeah”, I moaned as I slowly began to rock my ass on his hand, it slowly gliding further inside to the wrist.

“Go ahead. Make a fist. Let me rise that fist.” I was animalistic in this demand. It was what I wanted since I’d opened my eyes that morning.

I felt him slowly adjusting his hand inside me, forming a large fist, “ahhhh, ahhhh, oohhhh, ohhhh”. I continued to groan as I felt him adjusting.

I poured a little BlueBoy on a washcloth and brought it up to my nose. After inhaling the fumes, I was lightheaded in a good way and I felt my hole expand slightly. I was ready.

“Punch me. Push your fist in and out.”

Thomas pulled his fist back, my assring expanding around his fat palm, and then a quick motion inside.

“Ohhh yeah! Yes, again, oh fuck YES!”  

Each gentle punch made me feel more pleasure. My head moving from side to side, the exquisite ecstasy. I dared not touch my erection. I didn’t want to cum yet!

After this initial entry into my cavern, we decided I’d get onto my hands and knees next. I took another try of the poppers on the washcloth and Thomas had greased up both hands now. He alternated fists now, my hole really getting the punch out it deserved.

When I watched the Studfist video that morning, the top counted out 50 punches, 10 with one hand before alternating to the other. The bottom’s face, the expression on his face, made me cum. I wanted that…so I asked for it.

“Give me 50 hard punches, 10 at a time!” I demanded!

“You sure bud?

“Yes, I said in my foggy haze. I can take it. Go as hard as you can. Wreck that cunt!” I was in that slutty headspace now…deep inside.

More poppers and then it started. I heard Thomas count out the first 10, they were fairly brutal. I screamed aloud as the punches landed into my gut.

Then the next 10 with his left arm, now his arm was reaching half way up his forearm. I saw sparks with each stroke, my head bobbing up and down, back and forth, “ohhh fuck, oohhhhh fuck”, I’d imagined my own facial expression, wondering if it looked at all similar to what’s I’d seen this morning.

Half way into the 30’s, I almost quit. I began to pull away. Thomas grabbed my waist and pulled me back, finishing to 40.

My home felt completely blown out, but my balls were tightening. I had a feeling with the final 10, the assgasm would be mind blowing! Thomas’s left arm wrapped around my waist, “final 10 bro, let’s make them count!”

And holy fuck of fucks, Thomas got punched me harder than I’d expected, by the 5th or 6th, I cried out, “ooohhhh FUUUCCCKkK, Oooooohhhhh Man, Holy Fuuuccckkk”, my entire body convulsing as he finished the last 10, cum spewing out of my cock in every direction.

I collapsed o to my stomach, astonished by what just happened. My ears were ringing.  The room was spinning. I was breathing hard. Thomas mounted my ass and I felt his hard cock slide right inside. His hands splayed on each side of me, he thrashed his cock into my spent ass until he added his load into the sloppy mess of what used to be a functioning colon. Then, he collapsed on top of me.

“I’ve never seen anything like that before. That was fucking wild bro.”

I couldn’t even respond. My heart was still beating hard, and I was trying to catch my breath. The high of that orgasm was something I’d be remembering for some time to come.

He asked, “you ok?”

“Yeah, just need a few minutes.”

He made no attempt to move for several minutes nor did I. But when his dick slipped out of my crack, he rolled onto his stomach.  I turned to place my hand on his hairy chest, and I felt his heart beating rapidly.

“Woah”, I said. “Thank you. That was fucking unbelievable. The way your fist gaped my hole open and deep, fuck that was awesome!”

I kissed him on the cheek to thank him and then I rose up to get some water and brought some back for him as well.

Once we were both settled, Thomas showered, dressed, and left. It was ways after 10pm at this point.  I lay back down on the bed and felt my puffy wet hole. My cock once again became hard.  I logged into Studfist to watch the same video as this morning. And now, with that same experience as the bottom, I shot off another load all over my chest.  

I slept like a dead man…completely spent. 

“Coach Yates!” boomed a barely recognizable deep voice.

My head swiveled as I looked up from my desk to see who had called my name. My mouth dropped open as I saw the tall figure standing in front of me. Mitch Jones was standing in the doorway of my office. He must have grown a few inches and packed on 40-50lbs of muscle since he left for college. Mitch was standing in the door of the office I had as the head of the history department at Central High School. I also happened to be the head football coach.

Mitch Jones had been one of my star players, four years ago he was all state as a tight end and defensive end. He was an athletic freak, staring in football, basketball, and track. He’d been a five star recruit, getting something like 35 offers from all kinds of big name schools. He’d won state championships in every sport he played; he was the biggest of the big men on campus during his four years at Central High.

We’d kept in touch, mostly through regular texts and emails. He hadn’t come back to town much during his college career with the exception of quick visits for family. He’d always had a two track mind, grades and sports, so I knew he was working his ass off up at State. I’d followed his career intently at State; he eventually emerged as an All-American defensive end, quick as lightening and strong as hell.

“Mitch Jones?!” I almost exclaimed back to him.

“How’ve ya been, Coach?” he asked with his trademark affableness and charisma.

“You know, still trying to fix my team after being spoiled with you for four years.” I joked.

“Come’on, Coach, I know you’ve been back to the state playoffs twice since I left.” Mitch surprised me that he had been following in the team during his years at school.

We made small talk for a few minutes, just catching up on things. Mitch went on to explain that the NFL Combine and his pro day at State had just concluded so he was taking a much needed mini break from training before the draft.

“I don’t know what they feed you up at State. You must’a been 6’2 190 when you left here.” I chided him.

“Yeah, and they still say I’m underweight at 6’5 240.” He replied unconsciously flexing a little.

“Wow! I knew you looked a lot bigger than that skinny kid I used to coach.” I joked.

“You did a lot more than coach me.” Mitch lowered his voice and winked.

My cock immediately stiffened in my pants and my mouth went dry. It started at the beginning of Mitch’s senior year. He was sucking loads fresh from my tap every chance he got. The last few months before he headed off to college, I was fucking him damn near twice a day. Instead of dulling my sex drive with my wife, it just spurred it on!

“I –“ Mitch cut me off before I could say anything.

“Does Mrs. Yates still work the night shift on Wednesdays?” Mitch asked.

“Yes.” I replied blushing.

“I’ll be there at 4:30pm.” Mitch said, walking out the door.

He knew damn well that my wife left for her Wednesday night shift as an ER nurse at 4:15pm. I had two more classes to get through and a lifting session with the team. I always worked out with the team during offseason strength and conditioning sessions. I had, had my own career as a defensive back, even making 2 practice squads before I hung up my cleats. Working out with the team kept my 40-year-old body in pristine shape.

I threw myself into the workout with my team, pushing myself as hard as I could. I had to get some energy out. I don’t think my erection had subsided since Mitch Jones visited me in my office. I didn’t even bother to shower after the team workout, I made some excuse about having to leave early to one of my trusted assistant coaches and he assured me that he would look after the players in the locker room.

I got home at 4:15pm almost on the dot. I kissed my wife goodbye and wished her a good shift as I walked in the door. Just like that, I was home alone, waiting for my former player turned college star turned NFL draft hopeful to come by. I looked at myself in the hall mirror; I was 5’11 185lbs of muscle. I was clean-shaven and had a nice auburn tan from coaching outdoors.

There was a knock at the door and I quickly opened it. Mitch towered in the doorway with a cocky grin. He walked in and closed the door behind himself before looking back at me.

“I thought you wouldn’t mind if I was early.” I smirked at me.

“Not at all, Jonsey.” I smiled back; Jonesy was my pet name for him back when we were fucking.

I began to haul out my cock for him to suck on to get things started.

“I gotta piss first, Coach.” Mitch brushed right past me.

A few minutes went by before I heard the toilet flush and Mitch called for me to come into the bathroom. I hustled in there, eager to get started; I had been on edge since he came to my office earlier.

There he stood, in just his shorts. He towered over me, not only was he six inches taller than me, but he had a good 55lbs of muscle on me. His full beard was styled and cut. His muscled body was ripped with a smattering of hair on his chest and abs. I couldn’t wait to get my cock in his mouth and ass again. I again started to haul out my cock.

“Nuh-uh, Coach.” Mitch shook his head as he said so.

“What?” I was genuinely confused.

“Just start working on this.” He said with a cocky grin as he dropped his shorts.

I was about to protest, but then I saw his cock. He got bigger everywhere while in college it seems. My 8incher used to dwarf his 7inches but now his cock had to be 9 inches and thick as hell.

My mouth watered. I couldn’t remember the last time I sucked cock. It must have been the coach whom I was an assistant under before I became a head coach. I used to service him regularly before games.

“Well?” Mitch said sternly, snapping me back into the present.

I just sank to my knees on the bathroom rug taking the mighty head of his cock into my mouth. All of the times he had sucked my cock; he had jerked himself off while doing the deed.

I slurped down the shaft as far as I could. The girth stretched my lips and his angry leaking head hit the back of my throat. I gagged around his immense organ and he responded by placing his hand on my head and thrusting more in. It was a little rough, but I was hard as nails. Finally, the head popped down my throat, but the girth rubbed against my teeth and he grunted, relenting and pulling out.

“Always too thick for everyone.” He lamented.

I rubbed my jaw, a little sore from having his cock shoved down my throat. Looking up at him with something like puppy dog eyes, he smiled. My heart raced, my cock throbbed.

“Bend over the counter.” Mitch nearly ordered.

I complied without thought. I knew where this was going. He quickly pulled down my pants and underwear, to my ankles exposing my ass. He dove in with his tongue immediately finding the prize. His tongue worked my hole and I moaned loudly.

I knew when the last time I bottomed was. It was right before I started my first NFL training camp. I had gone to visit my college coach and he fucked me all weekend. Lost in thought with the pleasurable tongue work, I hadn’t noticed that Mitch had gotten 2 fingers inside of me. I could feel my rock hard cock leaking against the cabinets below me. I whimpered out of pleasure.

“Get that ass on the counter.” Boomed Mitch with a cheeky grin.

I quickly stepped out of my pants and underwear before hopping on the counter. It was a little awkward until Mitch grabbed my legs, pulling me half on the counter half suspended on his body with my knees on his massive shoulders. He must have brought a bottle of lube because his slick, burning cock was knocking on my rear door.

“Let me in, Coach.” Mitch cooed, looking me in the eyes.

His head popped in and we both moaned. He slowly eased inch after beer can thick inch in. My ass felt like it was going to rip in half. My insides burned, I gritted my teeth and white knuckled the edge of the counter. Finally, I felt him bottom out inside of me. 9 inches deep, and bigger around than I could fit down my throat. Mitch let it sit there for a minute for me to get used to it. I could tell this wasn’t his first time, far from it.

When my breathing returned to normal and I opened my eyes again I could feel myself relaxing a little bit. Mitch must have as well; he flexed his cock inside of me getting a groan from me. He smirked and almost laughed before he started to slide his cock out then rock it back in slowly. I moaned and my body shivered with each thrust. Each one he pulled back more and then slid more in.

The discomfort I felt had been replaced by pleasure. Each time he thrust, Mitch’s cock hammered my buttnut. Every nerve ending I had was on fire with pleasure. I could barely think as I watched his muscled body slam into me. I felt my cock raise up, angry and throbbing I could feel it coming but all I could muster was to yell, “CUMMING!” at the top of my lungs.

A volcanic eruption of magma hot cum exploded from my cock. It sprayed past me onto the bathroom mirror, onto my face, drenching my shirt and finally all that was left was a dribbling stream to my pubes.

“Fuck, Coach! I’m breeding you!” bellowed Mitch as my body was still shuddering.

When he had finished, Mitch leaned forward and licked some large blobs of my cum off of my face then kissed me. He kissed me deeply and passionately. I could taste my salty jism as our tongues explored each other’s.

As he broke the kiss, he pulled out. I felt empty and a little cold and instinctively clenched my hole to hold in his load. We just stared at each other for a few minutes catching our breath.

“Damn, Coach, that was great.”

“Don’t I know it.” I breathed. “You still got another in the chamber?” I gestured to his still rock hard cock.

“At least one more. Looks like you do too.” He smirked grabbing my still hard cock lewdly.

We fucked again a minute later. Mitch lay on the floor and I lowered myself onto his massive tool. I thought I would be driving that fuck, but as soon as I took his whole cock, he thrust his hips upwards then down and up again. Within minutes he had pile drove 2 hands free loads out of his old high school coach.

I was living my dream. There was my hot crush taking me to his place where we’d spend time, what could go wrong, this was the best day of my life. And then I realised that it was already evening and I was a school going kid who was supposed to return home, my mother would kill me. But I didn’t want to miss out on our -me- time, I ask Neelav if he has a mobile phone. He did. I rang my mom and told her I was in Arun’s place for some crap project, she agreed hesitantly. I was happy and relieved and looking forward to the evening. Neelav seemed to know me which was surprising for me. I thought these popular kids are obsessed with themselves, but my hero wasn’t any of that sort. He probably knew me because I was good in academics and was favorite of almost all the teachers. We reach his place, which seemed vacant because his parents were at work. He asks me I’d want a snack, to which I gave a sophisticated reply and said no. He laughed and gave me some chips to eat. I was shy to be honest, I was alone with my dream boy at his place. He sits next to me in the couch flexing after a long day. I could smell his musk, the faded deodrant and the young sweat from his pits. I was wearing my school uniform but he was in his match attire. I somehow felt weird about what was happening, I somewhere knew that I was a timid lamb and he was the butcher and today I can’t escape the knife.

Neelav was a changed person inside the close doors, he wasn’t the vulnerable Neelav whom I saw in the school toilet. He was acting very confident and seemed to know what should happen. Neelav started flexing and streching more, when he stretched his arms I could see the strap of his underwear, the JOCKEY letters seemed to peek at me and say hi. He then puts his hand on my thigh and says “Rian, I know you check me out all the time, I’ve seen this happen over years and years. I know you like me and my friends even tease me with your name” I was ashamed, I felt like the earth I should open and take me in. Neelav knew this. He knew I checked him out. Neelav’s friend knew it too. They teased him with my name? I should not be living anymore, God take me. But wait, Neelav knew this and still was okay with whatever was going on. He knew this and still brought me to his place. What was in his mind? The embarrassment that I had soon turned into excitement, I was waiting for his next step.

I see him coming closer and talking, it seemed like he was performing a staged drama which he had rehearsed quite a few times. I was sitting there with my head down like a new wedded bride. He kept coming close and help my chin up, and asked “Do you wanna do it?” I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know what “it” meant, still nodded yes.

I was half into my nod when I realised that it happened. He was kissing me, his lips touched mine, his cute and warm lips, oh my god, my dream boy was kissing me, the moment I was waiting for. Was this a dream? No it wasn’t. Neelav kissed me good, though I was a naïve teenage boy but I tried my best to reciprocate. He slowly kept going inside my mouth, it seemed like he was an expert. I didn’t have to do anything but just close my eyes and enjoy the warm sensations inside my mouth. He flooded my mouth with his warm saliva, he was eating my tongue and I tried repeating whatever he did to me. His sexy beard and moustache were pricking my clean face, his hands seemed to explore every corner of my body. We were smooching as if it was what we were born for. It continued till I don’t know how long but we didn’t want to stop. After a while, we parted out lips, Neelav gave me a big smile. That freakin smile. He looked happy, very happy. “Did you like it?” he says “Yes* I replied. He starts kissing me again, this time more passionately and removes my clothes simultaneously. He kisses my neck and ears, puts his tongue inside my ear, the sensation that I felt was out of the world. He then removes my shirt and exposes my teenage moobs, stares for a few seconds, smiles and starts feeding in them. He seemed hungry, I had proper meat in there and thus they were better to suck at. He made them red, my first love bites, quite a few of them. He kissed me again and removed his tshirt. Damnn, those perfect muscles, the cute tummy he had, his arms, his pits and his chest. The tiny hair trail starting from his naval and making their way into this pants. I reluctantly suck his nipples for a minute. He then stands infront of me with his bulge parallel to my face. I could see his tail for hair going inside his sweat pants, I could see his black underwear strap, I could see his sexy gray sweatpants and finally I could see the great bulge he had. I was loving what I saw and he loved seeing me happy knowing that I approved his bulge. He told me to touch it, his bulge felt like a big banana. I pulled down his pants and exposed his v shaped black jockey underwear. The Bulge seemed to come out tearing the cloth. He instructed me to smell it, I followed what I was told, damnnn it had the best smell ever, I was sniffing like a dog and automatically my tongue lolled on the cloth and the smell. He seemed to enjoy, he then pulled down the underware and then came out his dick. Wow. Neelav’s dick looked fabulous, it was veiny and thick around 6” it was leaking pre cum all over. He had a decent amount of dark black curvy pubes. It had a strong musky smell which I loved. He told me to put it in my mouth. I obliged, his precum tasted salty. I started sucking slow trying to fit in the dick in my mouth. All this while Neelav had his eyes closed and was enjoying, he didn’t tell me what to do. I was like a toddler figuring out how to eat my food on my own for the first time. I had watched porn a few times and thus was trying to imitate them. I used alot of spit and was sucking it continuously. His dick seemed to grow bigger and bigger. After a while he pulled his dick out abruptly, I guess he was about to cum that’s why, but he didn’t cum. I was looking at him like a homeless puppy awaiting my meal. He then opened my pants and started spanking me. I guess he was also trying to imitate the pornstars. Was I about to get fucked? I wasn’t sure about that. I asked Neelav to not fuck me. He didn’t say a word and kept spanking me. He then brought some Vaseline and lubed my hole. He kept saying that I had a beautiful ass, he put one of his finger in and I moaned. Later he inserted two fingers and started finger fucking me. It was paining initially but later it was the best feeling in the world. He kept doing that and kissed me all along. He removed his pants and shoes and we were madly fucking. I kept stroking his hard dick all this while. After a good finger fucking session he told me to suck him again. I kneeled down and sucked his dick again. This time his climax was near, he pulled out his dick and sprayed his thick teenage cum all over my face. It was very hot. I could get the intense smell of his cum which came from all the stress and practice he was having since all these days.

Neelav brought a cloth and wiped my face very cutely. I felt so special. We didn’t speak and got dressed up again. He told me that this would be a secret between us two. He hugged me tight and planted a soft kiss on my lip. He held my hand and we walked the empty road in silence. Those moments felt like we were a couple, I enjoyed every bit of that evening. He dropped me home like a gentleman and walked off. I went to my room and laid down in my bed, thinking about what had happened. My dream had come true, I was the happiest person on earth, i had my first sexual experience with my highschool crush.

Seth’s Final Perspective

It was the end of May and Panther Stadium was loud, crowded, and hot as hell. I had sat in that stadium an uncountable number of times over the last four years cheering Zach on, and there I was doing it one last time. This time I was also cheering on Max, Elliot, Gina, Teddy (and yeah, myself) too. We were seated in alphabetical order so we were scattered throughout the venue, with the last name Westin I was near the back of the group and didn’t know anyone sitting by me. I had spotted Max, Zach, Gina, Teddy, and Elliot sitting among the rows of people in front of me. My eyes met Elliot’s and he waved his arms wildly like a little kid making me laugh out loud. I looked up in the stands to try to find my other friends and family, I knew they were all out there somewhere but I couldn’t see anyone. When I say all, I pretty much mean all! Brad, Scotty, all the rest of my siblings, Kev, Randy, all the kids, Mom and Pop Nicholls, Zach’s parents, his sister Riley, Max’s parents, Elliot’s parents, and of course Cam and Brody. Even Eric and his boyfriend Hunter were there. They all come to see us graduate.

Pomp and Circumstance was echoing throughout the big stadium as they read off our names and we walked onto the stage one by one to collect our hard earned diplomas. Zach was the first of our group to be called and walked onto the stage with his gold honors cord proudly displayed. Loud cheers boomed from above me to the right and looked up to see my family standing on their feet along with Zach’s whooping and hollering as they yelled their congratulations with fervor and pride. The little ones were front and center of the group holding handmade signs that said, “Congratulations Uncle Seth & Uncle Zach.” I was cheering right with them with a smile so wide it hurt. They did the same thing when each of my friends were called… my friends and family had all blended over our last four years together. Finally, it was my turn. When I was up on that stage with my gold honors cord proudly draped over me, and my tassel being moved by the Dean from one side to the other of my cap, the world seemed to stop. I heard the cheers of my friends and family but they quickly became white noise, I looked out but saw nothing but a big white blur… except for Zach. He just popped out from the crowd, like there was a be a beam of light emanating from him as he stood on his feet in the middle of the stadium floor yelling my name with his arms waving in the air as I shook the Dean’s hand. Four years of hard work and dedication had led me to this moment; it was both magical and a big blur all at the same time. Within seconds I was walking off the stage and back to my seat. It was over.

The last four years had been a hell of a ride and I was leaving college with so much more than just a diploma. I was leaving here with lifelong friendships, confidence in myself, great hopes and dreams for the future, and the love of my life. Zach and I had several options for grad school, some together, some apart. We both decided on the same school in St. Louis and were excited about the move. Scotty’s college roommate Chip and his husband Alec owned a small rental house in one of the old historic districts and we had already signed the lease and in two months we would be moving in and starting the next phase of our life together. We had finally set a wedding date for the following summer and were getting married at the Hall’s country club in northern Wisconsin. Zach’s mom volunteered to be our wedding planner and his parents offered to pay for everything. They were going all out for us. We just wanted a small affair but the Hall’s insisted on a huge celebration. We were extremely appreciative but we were determined to help a little financially (I had no idea how, but we’d cross that bridge when we came to it).

The graduation ceremony ended and we filed out of the stadium row by row. When I got out to the lobby, I found our friends and family all gathered waiting for us. Elliot’s mom squeezed my cheeks as I walked up to the group. She had become a frequent visitor to the duplex after Elliot moved in during our Junior year and basically appointed herself house mother, yeah she got on our nerves once in a while, but he intensions were good and let me tell you… the woman could cook! “We are so proud of all you boys.” She said as she hugged me, then moved her attention to Zach as he came up to the group, then Max, then of course Elliott… he got the biggest hug. Elliot moved in with Max and Cam, he and Cam had been dating for a couple of years now and were really good together. After Cam graduated, he landed a great job at the hospital across from the UWM campus. Elliot just landed a job with his dad’s accounting firm downtown and the two of them planned on staying in the duplex for a while and hoped to save enough to put a down payment on a place of their own in a few years.

Matty, baby Scotty (who wasn’t such a baby anymore, Maddox, and Brooklyn were running around the lobby and hadn’t even noticed us come in. My siblings basically dog-piled on top of me for a group hug while Zach’s family did the same to him. When they all got off me, I saw Eric and Hunter approaching us. Eric Had moved out of the duplex abruptly before the end of our sophomore year but he never left our lives. He left while we were all on Spring Break and moved back home after tanking a couple of midterms. He left letters for each of us because he just couldn’t bring himself to face us. He DID call Cam before he got home to say goodbye and tell him what was going on. The following weekend he came to the duplex to talk to us all in-person, and we gave him a proper send off. He was the first friend I made when I moved to Milwaukee and It was hard to see him go, especially under the circumstances, but I admit it turned out to be the best thing for him. A lot of his credits transferred and a year later he had his degree. Once he moved home his father pretty much turned the business end of the farm over to him and his brother to run and they excelled at it. His father wasn’t much of a businessman and went back to working on the farm doing what he loved. A few months after Eric moved home, he met Hunter. Hunter was a large animal veterinarian and he was fucking gorgeous! Cam nicknamed him Daddy Jack because he was about ten years older than us, looked like a lumberjack, and he was all daddy. He and Eric came to Milwaukee every couple of months to get their big city fix and would stay at the duplex (usually in our spare room). Hunter was so great for Eric, he knew how to motivate him and pushed him to be his best. He was exactly what Eric needed to turn his life around. The two of them hugged and congratulated me, then started mingling with the others.

Max’s parents stood stoically by him as he got a rare Brody hug. I hadn’t seen Brody since December when he came back to Wisconsin to spend Christmas with Max and his family. He had moved back to North Carolina after he graduated last year. He landed a decent job with a small advertising agency and was also doing a lot of freelance work. He and his family turned Grammaw’s old house into an amazing home for him and Max. Max had landed a job with a local grade school about a half hour from the house and was moving in with Brody in another two months. Even though we were all about to go our separate ways we were excited about our first reunion in North Carolina at their wedding in October.

Teddy and Gina both walked up and joined our group. They had broken up last year but remained great friends. Teddy finally moved out of the dorms and had taken over Brody’s studio when he moved back to North Carolina. It wasn’t the same without Brody and Eric in the house, but Elliot and Teddy kept it fun. Gina was the most emotional of our group, more so about us all going our separate ways than over the excitement of graduating. This was the end of an era for us all.

I was lost in the blur of loving friends and family when Dr. Aarons tapped me on the shoulder. I turned and was greeted with a bearhug and a quiet, sincere, “Seth, I am so damn proud of you” whispered in my ear. I had interned under him for five semesters and two summers. The school only gave me credit for the first semester, but he continued to mentor me and paid me as part of his staff. He had told me several times that he saw a natural ability in me to help others and gave me experience I would never have gotten anywhere else. He opened so many doors for me and even helped me get my term paper published in a national trade journal. Between that, my grades, and recommendation letters from both him and Professors Ayers, every grad school I applied to took me seriously. Although it would be several years before I was ready to practice and my aspirations would likely lead me elsewhere, Dr. Aarons made it clear that joining his practice would always be an option. It felt wonderful to be wanted.

Professor Ayers eventually made it through the crowd and joined our conversation. As I spoke with my two mentors and introduced the two men I admired most professionally to the people I admired most personally (my family), Zach and Tyler (Dr. Aarons’ son) found an empty water bottle to kick around the lobby. Zach had coached Tyler’s soccer team last season and I have to admit that he was never hotter to me than when he was on that field teaching and nurturing the next generation. I sat in the stands with Dr. Aarons, Bill, and Liddy for every damn game. Bill had also become a great mentor for Zach on a professional level. Between Bill, Zach’s dad and Pop Nicholl’s Zach had a panel of successful lawyers to bounce things off. They helped him with his grad school applications, weighed in on the occasional term paper, and guided him as he fleshed out his future. Both of us had incredible mentors in our lives and a utopian support system.

Our friends and family started to leave the stadium and head over to the restaurant. We had reserved the backroom of a place just a few blocks from the stadium for all of us. It was kind of a hole and the food was basic bar food, but we had about 40 people in our entourage and not many places would accommodate us without charging us a damn fortune. We we were crammed into the dark room and the wait staff descended upon us like royalty. The place was loud with the chatter and laughter of the people who had been the biggest part of my life over the last four years, some much longer. The only one’s missing were our friends from our ‘village’ in Phoenix, but they had all called or texted, some even sent gifts. I probably should have felt bad that my parents weren’t there, but frankly I had run out of fucks to give about them years ago. I did my damnedest to forgive, forget, and build a relationship but it was not meant to be. I sure as hell didn’t have a storybook upbringing, but Brad, Scotty, and the ‘village’ created a world of support around me that just continued to grow as I grew up and even as I moved on. They taught me how to love and accept others. They taught me empathy, independence and loved me unconditionally. I was me because of them and at that moment, I didn’t want to be anyone else.

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It was our last night in the duplex. The place was quiet and empty with most of our stuff safely locked-up in the back of a U-Haul parked on the street in front of the house. We had the alarm set for 6AM so we could get up, pack up the rest of our stuff, hook the Buick to the back of the truck and start our six hour trip to St Louis.

The bed frame had already been dismantled and loaded onto the truck but we left the mattress out so we had somewhere to sleep. We were naked under the covers in the darkness looking at the ceiling and Zach let out a stress induced sigh. “Damn, I hope we made the right decision.”

“Hey, dipshit” I replied. “Us together and moving forward is the right decision no matter what the school or the city. If it aint right, we’ll figure out a plan B.”

He turned and smiled at me, “together… I know.” We had had this conversation a million fucking times. “One fail. All fail, Westin” he whispered. That was his dad’s philosophy on public service; One fail. All Fail. We helped Nathan Hall with his reelection campaign and he kept telling us that if he failed at his job then he failed those who supported him, so failure wasn’t an option. As much as I like that philosophy, it put a shitload of pressure on Zach… and me too. We had a huge support network and the last thing we wanted to do was fail them.

“Failure isn’t the end, it’s just an opportunity to take a different path” I said trying to relieve the pressure as I rolled on top of my gorgeous fiancé, straddled his hips, and added “And when the fuck have you ever failed at anything?” Then I kissed him. First a peck, then with passion as I ground my flaccid manhood against his. I pulled away from our kiss and whispered, “you are the most determined…” I kissed him, then continued “most dedicated…” another kiss, “smartest…” another kiss, “hottest” another kiss, “mother fucker in the world!” Then I shoved my tongued down his throat and ground my hardening cock into his as my little peck turned into an out and out make out session. God, I loved the feel of his naked body against mine.

He pushed his hips up, grinding back into me. Within minutes we were both hard as hell and Zach rolled us over so he was on top, then flip around and took me into his mouth as he pushed his dick back so it hovered over my mouth. I opened and took him in while I squeezed his balls in my hand. He let out a moan that vibrated around my engorged member as he moved his mouth up and down my shaft. I looked up and took in the amazing sight of his fuzzy balls and ass mounds just above me and parted his cheeks with my hands. Just the feel of the soft, round flesh on my fingertips had me on the edge. Zach must’ve been there too because he pulled his cock out of my warm mouth and flipped around again, moving between my legs.

“This is the last time we’ll ever have sex here” Zach said with a joking smirk. But damn, he was right. Three years of our lives were spent here… Three of my best, and now it was coming to a close. If I wasn’t so turned on by the fact that I was with the sexiest man in the world, the mood would’ve been broken and we would’ve gone to sleep. But Zach had me horned up and raring to go.

He pushed my legs back and went to work on my tight hole, the warmth of his tongue going in and out of me as I lie there holding my legs to my chest was driving me insane. After four years together, Zach knew every pore of my body and every button to push. Each time we made love was a new, amazing adventure. After he spent what seemed like an eternity exploring me with his tongue, he lined himself up and slowly pushed the head of his blood-filled member past my sphincter. He entered me and just held himself there as I basked in the pleasure. Then he pushed in another inch or so and stopped again. Then another inch, prolonging our love making to give me maximum pleasure. He slowly moved forward until he bottomed out, then he gave another thrust to ensure I felt his presence. He rotated his hips letting me feel his girth as he bent down to kiss me. As we kissed, he moved in and out of me still gyrating his hips as he did, it was slow, passionate, and amazing. I could NOT love this guy more.

His slow, gentle strokes became faster and eventually harder as we went from making love to fucking with abandon. Oh my god it was so hot, so hard, so passionate. I Couldn’t get enough of him. I felt his hard presence in my passage as he found the perfect angle and pummeled my prostate over and over again. I tightened my hole around his heft and gripped him giving him maximum pleasure. We moaned, groaned, and whimpered as we got lost in each other. For the first time in a long time, I shot my load without even touching myself. I was so caught up in the moment that it snuck up on me and I just shot spurt after spurt between our hot sweaty bodies.

My hole clenched Zach hard as I shot and put him over the edge, he yelled “HOLY FUCK! HOLY MOTHER FUCK” as he shot his load powerfully into me, filling my chasm with his hot seed. His voice bellowed through the empty room shaking windows of the old duplex. He continued to pound me until every drop of him was spent, and his hard manhood started to soften.

He collapsed on top of me and we heard pounding on the floor below us and the muffled voices of Cam, Max, and Elliot yelling “hey keep it down up there or we’re calling the landlord.”

We both started laughing and Zach yelled back “This is the last time you’ll hear us. I promise.” He pulled out and rolled off me and we just laid there for a few minutes. “We had a great life here, didn’t we?” Zach asked.

“We did. And there’s more greatness waiting for us in St. Louis, and wherever else we land after that” we kissed tenderly then got up and showered.

We were standing under the rain showerhead and Zach was rinsing me down with the handheld massager and said “This baby’s coming with us. I’m putting the old showerhead back before Jeff comes in the morning to do the final walkthrough.” I laughed, but wholeheartedly agreed, who would’ve thought a showerhead could be so much fun. After we dried each other off we went back to our mattress on the floor for our last night’s sleep in the duplex.

The next morning, I woke up in Zach’s arms to the sound of the annoying alarm. We both got up and got to work. We just had a few odds, ends and personal belongings to pack up. The only big thing left was the mattress and we had saved a spot for it in the back of the truck. We dragged it out to the truck and found Max loading up the last of his belongings. Brody had taken all his big stuff back with him when he came down for our graduation. Max had just bought his first car, a brand new Red Hot Camaro convertible. It was totally not him, but he loved it. Dylan had convinced him that if he was going to survive in the rural south, he needed a muscle car. His parents had given him the down payment for graduation and with his new job waiting for him in North Carolina, and his living expenses being next to nil since he was living with Brody in Grammaw’s old place the payments were more than doable.

“Good morning loud boys, you’re both glowing” Max said with a knowing smirk. “You guys want to hit Ma Fischer’s one last time before we all hit the road?”

“Yup” Zach said. “We gotta meet Jeff back here at 10:00 for the final walkthrough, then we’re hitting the road.”

“I’m heading out about the same time” Max said.

“We need to load up The Green Dragon before we go to breakfast” I said. “Then we’ve got a couple of hours to kill.” The Green Dragon had become the nickname of my old Buick. She was older than dirt but still showroom new. I had almost doubled the mileage on her over the past two and a half years and still loved her as much as Max loved his new Camaro. We were driving the six hours to ST. Louis in the U-Haul with the Buick hooked to the back with a tow dolly and the GTI following behind. We planned on rotating drivers between the U-Haul and the GTI.

We loaded up the Buick while Max woke up Cam, Elliot, and Teddy. We decided to walk to Ma Fischer’s and take in the sites of our old neighborhood one last time. It was kind of a quiet, somber walk as three out of six of us realized that it would be the last time we would make the familiar trek. Thank god the mood changed when we sat down with a greasy breakfast in front of us. As we laughed and talked Teddy said “Shit, we shoulda’ called Gina to join us, I haven’t seen her since graduation.”

Max looked up at him, realizing he hadn’t heard the news and cautiously said “um, she’s in North Carolina interviewing for a job with my school.” Gina had secured a job with Milwaukee Public Schools after graduation but was let go before she even started due to budget cuts. Max’s school was experiencing a shortage of teachers and still had a few more openings to fill before the year started, so Max hooked Gina up with an interview.

Teddy’s face dropped. He and Gina had called it quits a while ago but were still great friends and I know he had hoped they’d eventually get back together. He did his best to put on a happy face, but it was clear he was disappointed. “Oh, good for her. I hope it works out; she deserves a break.” That conversation brought the mood down for a few minutes, but soon we were back to laughing, joking, and making plans to meet in North Carolina for Max and Brody’s “hitchin’ party” as Brody called it.

After breakfast we walked back to the duplex to meet Jeff, As we walked through the old place with him pointing out the minor flaws so he could get it ready for the next tenants, I started to get teary eyed. This place had been my home for three of the best years of my life. We walked through the kitchen and I saw visions of Zach cooking me dinner when I got home from the first day at my internship. In the dining room I could see and hear all our friends gathered around the table for one of our Friendsgiving celebrations. In the living room I saw Matty and Baby Scotty lying on the floor playing cars with Zach, then I saw Zach and I sitting in front of the fireplace just happy to be together. A lot of guys live in chaotic squaller during their college years, I lived in a wonderful home with my best friends and the love of my life. I was gonna miss it.

Jeff finished the inspection and Zelled the security deposit to our account. We handed him the keys and walked out to the front yard. Max was there and ready to go, he had Brody and Gina on facetime. Brody was showing her around (she told us she got the job, but not to tell Teddy yet. She wanted to do it herself in private). Elliot, Cam, and Teddy came out of the house as Jeff drove away. The six of us (with Gina and Brody joining us on facetime) stood there and looked at the old house that had been my home for three wonderful years. Max hung up the phone, Teddy and Elliot said their goodbyes and went back into the duplex, and Max, Cam, Zach, and I stood there facing each other.

“It’s not gonna be the same without you guys” Cam said and we all nodded. “I would’ve never made it without you guys” he said as he pulled us into a group hug. I could feel his tears on my neck. Cam was a mess when he arrived in Milwaukee, and now he was a strong, independent man with a partner who was the perfect fit. I felt better about leaving him behind knowing that.

“College was nothing like I thought it would be” Max said, “It was awesome thanks to all of you.” When I met Max, he was just this quiet little redhead who went to the same church. I never dreamed that day when he followed me back to the dorms that he would be such an amazing part of my life.

Zach smiled and said, “I loved it here.” That’s all he could muster.

I felt I had to say something. But with my throat closing and eyes filled with tears all I could rustle up was “We’ll all be friends forever, and I can’t wait to see all the great things we do.”

After a final group hug, Zach got behind the wheel of the U-Haul to take the first shift, I got behind the wheel of the GTI ready follow him, and Max put the top down on his Red Hot Camaro and revved the engine to let us know he was ready to roll. Max followed us through Chicago, then we pulled off at a truck stop and said goodbye before we went our separate ways.

As excited as we all were for our new lives to begin, we couldn’t help but mourn the loss of an era that had brought us all together and changed us forever… and absolutely for the better.

The end of this part of the story…

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Author’s Note: Thank you all for watching Seth grow from scared little church boy pulled from his home, into a strong, loving adult following his dreams. I hope you’ll watch for my next series “Simply Red.’ Where we’ll follow our favorite ginger Max as he moves South to be with our favorite redneck Brody. Be patient as it may take some time before I post the first chapter. I seriously can’t thank you all enough for the ratings, the comments and especially the emails. I love that you all have emersed yourself in my world and made yourselves part of the village!

The story you’re about to read contain true events and fictional ones too.

Since I can remember myself I’ve always got attract to male armpits, I haven’t knew why till I became a bit older.

When I saw a hot hairy steamy armpit my heart beat faster and I became red as a tomato.

My cousin boyfriend at the time was a 19 hot steamy looking guy, he was a total stud with body muscles like a Greek gif he had a little bit hair chest and a perfect hairy armpit.

When I was about younger I loved to look into his sleeves to see his armpits ants to imagine how I touch it (I was a kid so I didn’t knew what you can really do with it), when we were going to the pool together I made sure his pits will be in my sight always and no one could see my erection.

Sometimes when he wore thank tops (my favorite clothing) I made him lift his arms so I can look at his pits and chest and he never knew it.

The years passed by and I became a grown man who has a lot of knowledge in computers and stuff.

He got married to my cousin and they have one kid and two houses.

Once in a while I would help him fix his computer and buy gaming stuff to this kid and save him a lot of money.

One day he asked me to help him save his old computer but that was something I couldn’t do from afar so I had to drive 40 minutes to his 1st house.

When I get there he told me it was in the second house 25 minutes from there, we got into his car left his wife (my cousin) and his kid behind and drove there, on our way there I got really horny and I told him that I do a lot for him and I’m saving him a lot of money and I never got anything in return.

He asked me what I want? If I want the house to make there parties or if I want money.

I took a minutes the process took a huge breath and said “I want to worship your armpits”.

And there was a silent, I got afraid I spooked him and he’s gonna tell my parents about it, but then he said that if he’ll let me do that he wouldn’t be able to look me in the eyes afterwards.

I tried to explain him that it’s not that bad and it’ll be ok and I can even give him an example of what I wanted.

He hesitated for a moment so I took advantage of the situation.

(Remember we’re still in the car driving. )

I took his right hand stretched it away, looked into the sleeve and saw his hot hairy musky pits. I pulled the sleeve a little bit to the back and I stuck my tongue into his pits and gave it two strokes with my tongue, and he moaned a little.

I meant to play with his pits but I couldn’t resist it when I pulled back the sleeve.

He was a little bit shocked and he did not say anything or moved his arm from the position, I reached out my hand and start stroking the hair for a second, and my fingers drive him nuts, he moaned again and said “oh fuck”, I couldn’t help it and shoved my face there again starting licking it like crazy, for the last 10 minutes of the ride he moaned and asked me to stop in the same time. “ oh stop.. ohh please stop I can’t, ohh god that’s so good please stop it’s wrong”

I couldn’t stop I was having my dream come true I couldn’t stop, I wanted more, so I sent my right hand to his left armpit, his left hand is still on the wheel and he changed the angle so I can reach it and I start to play with it, he moaned like if I gave him a blowjob, and he bagged me to stop but now he changed his words, “ oh god it’s so good please stop please stop I’ll let you continue when we will get there, please I can’t drive like this.”

I stopped for a sec and asked him to just play with my finger in his right armpit until we get there and he agreed.

Once we parked in the garage I couldn’t resident, I put his right hand behind his had, pulled the sleeve and stuck my tongue again there, for 3 minutes he moaned loudly, then I asked him to stay in his seats cause I want to worship both of his armpits from the back seat.

I went to the back seat and asked him to flex, I touched his biceps and started to move into his pits, at this point both of my hands are in his armpits, and I started to stroke them, play with them and I even moaned cause it turned me on so hard, I looked at his face from the rare mirror and he was in heaven, he was having it so good, I talked dirty to him, and he nodded to everything I said with a yes.

“You’re my bitch pit now, I’m gonna make those pits my home, I’m gonna stroke it and lick it and fuck it and I’m gonna cum in your armpits and you’ll love it”.

He nodded with a yes.

We got into the house cause we needed to fix the computer, I asked him to change his T-shirt into a tank top so his pits will be visible the whole time.

And he came to sit next to me and asked me why I love the armpits so much and I replied and thought him about the armpit fetish.

While one hand is moving the mouse the other were in hit armpit digging into that hair, at one point I asked him to stand up and put his armpit above my head to I can lick it, he did so and I couldn’t resist myself and started touching my hard pumped up dick.

He said why I wasn’t stroking it and I replied that I didn’t want it to be more awkward to him so no flashing out, he said that if I make him miss he doesn’t mind, and so I did, I began to lick him hard and he moaned and I took my dick out and start stroking it while the pre-cum oozed out massively.

Then I asked him to move to the couch and cover his eyes, and so he did.

Than I lifter up his hand and did a moment played with the pit hair.

I took my dick and squeezed the ore-cum into his pits. When the pre-cum touched his pits a gasped a little moan, I rubbed my dick in his pits and with the pre-cum and moaned loudly.

At this point it was the “no return” for me. I lowered down his hand and started to fuck his right armpit while he didn’t moved.

And then I took it and put it behind his head and shoot my load into his sticky pits while moaning my life out loud.

8 massive streams of cum went tho his pits.

I rubbed my dick in his fully covered cum armpit and I wanted to try something new to see his reaction, I moved his tank top from his pecks and rubbed my cum covered dick head until his nipple, he moaned “Fffffuckkkk.” That’s when I knew I can make his nipples mine too.

I told him to take the covers now from his eyes, he asked me what to do with his pits cause they were dripping.

I said nothing cause I’m gonna play with it again in a couple minutes.

He was there sitting with his hand down to his side of his body and the cum started oozing from his right pits to the couch, so I started play with it and made his armpit sticky from cum.

I asked if it was too much and he said no, it was fun to him.

And I told him that I want more since we didn’t finished to fix the computer, so in the meanwhile he can just sit there with his hands behind his head but now I want to see his right nipple all the time.

To be continue……

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It never bothered me that my wife’s youngest brother was gay. I even found it kinda flattering when she told me he had a crush on me.

“Josh is so nervous around you.”

“He shouldn’t be.” I replied.

“It’s a little weird.” She said, sounding amused.

” He has never made it weird.” I smiled to myself. “I’m gonna ask him…”

“David, No! You would not?”

She slides under the sheet with me and lays her head on my chest.

“I want to hear him tell me he wants my cock.”

She giggles as I pull her up on me. “Eww. Too weird. She says.

I kiss her deeply. Gently slide my hand down her thighs.

“Show your man some love baby?”

* * *

I swore to Ashley I would never let her baby brother know that his big sister had betrayed him. Just knowing his little secret was good enough for my ego. I liked hanging out with Josh. He was just one of the guys. We played video games and shot hoops. He was a nice guy.

The kid was a natural athlete. I’m nine years older and he gives me a run for my money on the court. He was lean and athletic, hitting the gym with me most weekends. He was soft spoken with a boyish face, had the same smooth olive tone skin, hazel eyes, and jet dark hair as his sister. I still would never have known he was queer.

School had just let out for the summer. Josh spent a lot of time at our place eating up my groceries and beating my high scores in Rock God. I didn’t mind. He had a lot of time on his hands having just graduated. So I even got him a job cleaning up after my construction crew.

On the weekend of his 19th birthday Ash decides we would throw him a surprise party. Unfortunately the day before his bash, his sister was called out of town for work. Leaving me and Josh alone for the weekend, nothing about this was unusual. We have spent a lot of time together.

Their mother was a single parent and worked nights at the hospital. His father died when they were young. Being the head corporate rep for a major finance company, my new wife was out of town a lot.

I found myself alone almost as much as my young brother-in-law. I would invite him over to swim or play video games just to keep us both company. T

These business trips were so common the whole routine had become annoying. I watched her flit around the room with less than interest about anything I had to say. I didn’t understand at the time why she made such a fuss about these trips. Something about it just annoyed the hell out of me.

“You go ahead and give Josh his gifts, I don’t want him to think we forgot or didn’t get him anything.” she pouted orders at me. Pushing out her bottom lip and fluttering those sexy hazel green eyes at me. “I’ll get him something while I’m in Seattle.

“Babe!,” I pulled her into my bare chest. “I’ll take care of Joshy. You come here and take care of something for me.” she giggled as I lay her back on our bed and began to kiss her gently on the neck. As I work my magic, she begins to relax when the phone rings.

After about the third ring she couldn’t resist glancing at the Caller I.D.

“It’s Karl.” She pushes me off her.

“What the hell could your boss want at 11:30 at night?” I growl adjusting the throbbing cock in my shorts.

“Shush!” She hisses at me. “Karl; hello.” … “Don’t be silly, it’s no bother” … “Earlier than expected?” She glances at me and raises her brows.

I give her a ‘what the hell look’ but she doesn’t notice. I get up and head toward the bathroom to shower. Behind me, I hear her laughing, at one of Karl’s bad jokes I’m sure. That goddamn boss of hers really gets under my skin.

Ashley was gone before my alarm went off at 9 a.m. There was a note on the dresser that read:

‘ You were sleeping so well I didn’t want to wake you. Sorry about last night, I’ll make it up to you when I get home…. Xoxo’

“Yea you will,” I murmured to myself as I threw on my jeans. “I’m gonna fuck you in the ass!”

I picked up my Android and dialed Josh. He sounded like he had just woken up as he let out a croaky “Hello?”

“Wake up boy,” I chuckle at him. “I’ll be there to pick you up in ten minutes!”

I hear him protest as I end the call. Grabbing the gift I had picked out for him two weeks before I shuffled out the door. When I got to the house to pick him up he was sitting on the porch step.

“Come on punk! Get your ass in the Jeep, let’s go!” Jumping to his feet. His eyes twinkled as he climbed into the seat beside me.

“Where is your gym bag?” he asked.

“Change of plans.” I explained that Ash had plans for breakfast and the IMAX. “Seeing as how she had to miss it, I thought we would change it up some.” I hand him the small box on my lap. Smiling at me as he tears into the wrapping paper.

“Pink paper, clever!” he says with a sarcastic tone while rolling his eyes. I can’t help but chuckle out loud.

“Yea, I thought so.” …

“Wait,” he looks down at the game he has just unwrapped. “I don’t have …,” his voice trails off as he notices the Stratocaster behind my seat. “Fuck Yea!” he shouts. “Dude you are the best. I can’t wait to beat your ass with my own guitar.”

I scoff at him. “Game on bro. Right after we pick up a pizza.”

We get to my house and pig out on double pepperoni. I get Josh set up and of course he annihilates my high score. I roll a joint and we smoke out. I ask him about his plans for college and he talks my head off about his goal of traveling Europe before he enrolled in art school. His jabbering reminds me of Ashley. I look at the time on my Android.

“She hasn’t even called.” I blurted out.

“Huh?” he pauses to look at me.

“Sorry… I hate it when your sister is out of town. It’s that fucking boss of hers. I just don’t like that guy.”

“Yea, he is a creep.” Josh agrees

“Right, .. are you stoned dude.” I ask, an attempt to change the subject.

“Hell yea that’s good bud.” he says.

“Yes sir! .. We should hit the lake tomorrow if you want, maybe do some fishing”

“Sure, sounds like fun!”

I chuckled to myself but was interrupted by a thought. “You know Ash felt really bad that she had to work.”

“Nah.. I know.” he stammered at the ground, he couldn’t hide the disappointment in his voice. “It’s cool,” he paused. “Besides, I like when we hang out.” I thought I saw him blush a little as he said it.

“Yeah bro..” I agreed.”Me too” I held my fist out for a knuckle bump. “Alright man I’m gonna hit the shower, then how about some more Guitar God.”

“Hell yea!.”

I turned the water off and towel off. I jumped into my sweats and bounced back to the den to find Josh in his gym shorts and socks warming up on his scales.

“Alright.. Joshy, my man, I got one more surprise for ya.” I reached behind the bar and pulled out a fifth of Jack Daniels. “Happy Birthday.”

‘Sweet,” his expression changes. “..but I’m just 19.”

“A man can have a drink can’t he. Just keep it between bros.” I chuckled. “Your sister will put my nuts in a sling.”

“Don’t tell mom either.” he adds. I grabbed a couple of shot glasses and we played quarters until Josh was hammered and I was pretty tipsy….

“I’m better looking than any of those guys at school, my game is better, and I got a bigger dick.”

“Ohhh.” I exclaimed, laughing my ass off.

“Fuck those haters.” I agreed with gusto.

“If I were a breeder I’d fuck all their hoes.” he announced to me matter of fact, puffing out his bare chest and grabbing on his junk.

I jumped back with a hoot. “Hell yea boy. Better lock up your daughters cause here comes my man Josh.” I screeched. “ My old lady’s kid brother is a pimp”. I throw shadow punches at him. “Get you some.” I grab him in a headlock.

He giggled as I pulled him to the floor. I let him pin me and I tapped out. My head was spinning when I sat back on the couch. The last thing I remember was asking Joshy to dim the lights.

I sprawled out. Resting one hand behind my head and the other on my thigh. I was out cold. I was out for a few hours before something woke me up.

When I started coming to myself, I felt a slight pressure on my bicep. As if something were squeezing it gently. The gentle pressure turned to a caress as the hand moved across my arm. Down the side of my neck. To my chest. There was a hand on my pecs. Fingers pinching at the steel piercing my nipples.

Soft fingertips slid down my chest to my navel. It was then that I realized what was happening. Joshy was creeping me. My first reaction was shock. I started to push him off me but his cool hand felt nice on my hot skin. He traced the dragon tattoo on my right side.

Slowly it moved across my abs. I felt a twitch in my sweats. I couldn’t stop him now. My nuts tighten as he reaches into my pants grabbing my nuts. Running his hand up my shaft. I was now rock hard.

“Goddam”. I heard him whisper. I smiled to myself in the darkness. Shifting my hips to gauge his reaction, his hand didn’t move.

I let out a sigh as he loosened the drawstring on my sweatpants and slid his hand deep into my crotch. “Oh my God” he whispered again as my eight inch shaft throbs in his hand. “You like that”. I startled him and he tried to recoil.

I grabbed him by the wrist; pushing it back into my sweatpants. Forcing his hand down on my dick. “Go ahead.” I was throbbing. “You want it. I know you do “

“Yes.” he whimpered in embarrassment.

“ It’s cool man” I let go of his wrist and laid back. “Stroke it.” My head was spinning.

He mummers something as I slide my sweats off my ass and spread my thighs for him.

“ Can I suck it?” he asked, looking up at me with begging eyes.

I said nothing as I cupped the back of his head, clutching my fingers into his thick hair. I gently pushed his head down on my crotch.

I lay there, grinding my hips and moaning while he works me over like a champ.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“Hell yeah.” I assure him. “That feels so goddamn good.”

I raised up and turned up the dimmer on the lamp a bit. I wanted to watch him suck my cock.

“Hmmm, keep that up.” .. “Shit that’s nice bro.” “Suck on my cock.” His soft pink tongue eagerly licks at my piss hole. “ You like the way my cock tastes?”

“Mmm mm….” He tries to speak but I’m pushing his pretty face down on me. I’m feeling my hard cock throb in the back of his throat. My head was spinning. All inhibitions were gone.

“You need to teach your sister how to do that shit right there boy. Come up here.” He does as I tell him and I pull him close to me. “I know what you want.” I smile as he blushes, speechless.

“Tonight’s your lucky night Joshy boy. I’m going to let you have it. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you wont sit down tomorrow.” I whisper in his ear. “

“But I have never… Will it hurt?” he asked nervously.”

”I’ll be easy on ya.”.. I knew I was lying as I pushed his shorts down over his hips. Grabbing his ass cheeks I squeeze hard. I pull him off the couch. Face down on the carpet. I sprawl on top of him whispering in his ear. “You want it.”

“Yes.” he blurts out.

“Are you ready for it?”

I spit in my palm and guide my cock up his tight ass in one steady motion.

He cries out writhing in pain beneath me.

“Shhhh, relax.” I soothe him. I work on his hole a few minutes and he loosens up. His smooth body is sweaty, and grunting beneath me.

“You’re so tight.” I moan in ecstasy. “I like that.”

I wrap my arms around his torso. Pulling his ass up and into me.

“You like this.”

I stroke his cock. He whimpers like a pup as he unloads in my hand. I wipe the palm of my hand on the carpet.

“Now it’s my turn.”

I slam my huge cock into his tight ass. The friction from the carpet on my knees peeling away skin.

Josh had a hold of my wrist and has blown a second load all over the floor. His eyes are clenched tight, tears running down his cheeks. I am about to cum.

I roll over on my back. Josh slides down my sweaty torso to wrap his lips around my cock. It didn’t take but a minute for me to feel my nuts tense up. “I’m about to cum so fucking hard.”

I hear him whisper to me. “Cum in my mouth Dave.”

“Mother Fuck. Yes. ” My whole body tenses up.

“Ahh.” I moan involuntarily. “Mmm.” More sounds escape from deep in my voice.

My nuts explode in his mouth; The second I feel him gag is when I shove every inch I can down his throat. Moaning in ecstasy I lay on my back, everything in the room spinning. “Your a fucking champ bro.”

I pull my sweats up. The stank of Josh and his tight round ass heavy on my body. I manage to get out of the floor and into my recliner where I pass out cold.

When I woke the next morning the house was empty. I check my phone to see the time. There is a message from Joshy.

‘’Thanks for the best birthday ever. Got everything I’ve ever wanted.”

I had a grin on my face from ear to ear.

I was about to turn and head for the shower when the text alert sounded. Assuming it was Josh, I picked it up.

It’s a text from Ashley.

‘Hi honey, miss you, bad news . Won’t be home for two more days. Love you’

“She couldn’t fucking call to tell me that.” I growled under my breath. Karl, what a shithead.

I picked up my android one last time to send Joshua a text.

‘Free all weekend. We could go camping.’

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After getting back from Hawaii, the guys and the crew took a few days off before getting back to the studio. Matteo was exhausted and exhilarated by the trip. It was amazing! He’d fucked and been fucked so much on that trip, his body had felt spent but incredibly satisfied. Eight guys banging each other almost non-stop over a few days was a hotter experience than he’d ever imagined.

Matteo gave himself some days to recover and catch up on work hours he’d taken off for it before going back to the studio some days later, ready to get back in action. He’d needed to give his hole a rest, so Matteo’s next scene would have him topping with a guy he’d never worked with yet, Abdul. The two met for the first time during lunch at the studio that day, where they immediately hit it off. He arrived looking incredibly sexy wearing nothing but tight clothes; pants that hugged his bubble butt perfectly and a shirt that accentuated his pecs, his muscled chest under his shirt showing he wasn’t shy about working out. When he stepped into the lobby, Matteo caught sight of Abdul standing there.

“Hey, I’m Matteo,” he introduced himself.

“I’m Abdul. You’re my cock for the day?” Abdul said, as Matteo laughed with him.

“Hell yeah, man. Gonna give it to you good!”

“Can’t wait!” Abdul laughed. “I hear you went to Hawaii!”

“Yeah man, it was so much fun! I’ll show you some of the stuff I did there,” Matteo replied with a smirk.

They went into the bedroom where they’d be filming, and as usual Andy commenced the photoshoot, interview, and gave them the instructions for the scene. Both were familiar with the routine by now, as experienced sexual performers at the studio, and quickly stripped down to begin some foreplay. Matteo watched, admiring how handsome Abdul was, and found himself drawn to him instantly — despite having never met him before or knowing much about his personality outside of set. But given how hot he looked bare-chested, Matteo knew this wouldn’t matter too much anyway. The man oozed masculinity and sexuality, and he wanted to feel him against his own skin soon enough.

Abdul wasted no time in kissing Matteo hungrily, grinding into him as they kissed deeply, tongues twisting around one another and rubbing suggestively. His hands trailed down Matteo’s abs, caressing his belly softly beneath the cotton fabric covering it. Then, suddenly, Abdul pulled away from the kiss to stare directly into Matteo’s hazel eyes as he placed his hand on the small of his back and pushed him toward the bed. As he did so, he unzipped his jeans and reached inside them to pull free his hardening cock. Immediately, Matteo’s mouth dropped open in surprise as a beautiful Arab penis slid into view; the head deliciously purple and moist. Before he could react, Abdul grabbed him by the waist and threw him onto the bed face first. As he landed, Matteo instinctively spread his legs wide apart, inviting Abduls strong hands to grip tightly onto his ass cheeks and knead them roughly before giving Matteo a sloppy rimjob.

“Fuck, your hole tastes soooo good,” Abdul said into Matteo’s ass. It was already pretty stretched from all the fucking in Hawaii, and Abdul’s tongue lodged in there deep.

“Thanks, bro,” Matteo laughed. “Fuuuuck your tongue feels good in there. Goddamn!” Matteo arched his back as the tongue licked around in his hole. “Uhgggghhh! Yeah, get it in there!” Matteo said. Abdul’s tongue flicked around, licking against the top’s prostate. Matteo’s cock leaked precum each time Abdul touched the sensitive area inside him.

Matteo turned around. As he scooted forward a bit, Abdul climbed on top of him and positioned himself above Matteo, positioning himself expertly atop him. At last, their eager penises lined up together and rubbed against each other, grinding as they made out roughly. With one swift motion, they separated their mouths long enough to moan as they rubbed together. Abdul slammed his crotch downward and ground their shafts together, making sure they were rock-hard for each other. Once he got used to the feeling of rough friction, Abdul moved his hips upward slightly, lining himself up with the entrance to Matteo’s welcoming mouth. Then, without warning, Abdul flipped himself over, spreading his legs wider, revealing his dripping, twitching cock inches from his waiting lips. Without saying anything, he kneeled in front of Matteo and shoved his juicy dick straight into Matteo’s eagerly awaiting mouth. Unable to help himself, Matteo opened wide as far as possible and sucked passionately on that throbbing rod, hoping to please him. Matteo moaned loudly as he took the the tip into his mouth, at which point Abdul simply leaned in and started face-fucking the Jewish jock. After briefly resting there, Abdul began thrusting deeper into Matteo’s throat as the camera captured every moment.

The sound on the soundtrack in the background helped make this scene particularly steamy: muffled grunts and slurps echoing throughout the room as Abdul pounded deep into Matteos’ hungry mouth. He bent backward and kept sucking him deeply, swallowing as much of his scene lover’s length as possible. Eventually, though, Abdel stopped moving altogether, holding his own erection firmly within Matteo’s eager jaws, letting it stretch Matteo’s throat.

Finally, Abdul pulled out of the wet mouth, and Matteo took control. Pushing Abdul onto his ripped stomach, Matteo began giving the Arab stud a rimjob of his own. His tongue circled the crack, and then traveled upwards towards the sensitive hole until he stuck the whole thing inside. Matteo bobbed his head excitedly on the ass while smearing saliva all over it and slathering the crack with spit. “God fucking shit! Aahhhhh yeah!” Abdul shouted. “Fuckin’ tongue my damn hole, fucker!” 

Soon thereafter, Abdul sat upright and grabbed Matteo’s hair, pulling his face closer still. Suddenly, Abdul pressed his ass forcefully back against the jock’s tongue, forcing his salivated asshole to pop right open. At the same time, he gripped Matteo’s hair tighter, and Matteo rammed his fingers deep into the horny jock. Feeling the insides of the hole contract and loosen just moments earlier, allowed Matteo to slide his fingers farther inside, eventually reaching the prostate deep into that heavenly tunnel. “OOOHHHHHH shit!” Abdul arched his back, grunting with an intense look on his face.

As Matteo wiggled his finger inside, Abdul grinded harder on Matteo’s finger, with Matteo flicking the hole playfully with his tongue. Slowly, he shoved two more digits into the muscular ass, eliciting a loud moan from the gorgeous jock beneath him. “FUUUCK, you really know what you’re doing, huh man?” Abdul said.

“Hell yeah, I love doing this shit,” Matteo replied. “You’ve got an incredible ass.”

“It looks great sticking out here,” Abdul teased.

Matteo continued drilling that big smooth muscle, watching it flex underneath his probing fingertips as it tightened painfully around his invading digits. Just when things seemed about to escalate further, however, Andy called cut from the shoot, declaring it was time to move onto their next portion of the scene.

Matteo pulled his face out of Abdul’s ass, and grabbed the lube. He squirted a large amount into his palm and applied it liberally to both his cock and Abdul’s hole as he lay on the bed in front of Matteo. They stared at each other lustily as Matteo carefully stroked his erection and Abdul’s asshole gently with both hands.

Then, very gradually, Matteo eased the head of his cock between Abdul’s slickened ass, and then past his anal ring until it squeezed Matteo’s cockhead. Abdul moaned at the intrusion. “Oh fuck…” he sighed. “Yeah baby, take me like that, that feels sooo goooddd… Mmmmmmm, mmmm… fuckkkk, ohhhh yeahhhhh… Sssshhheeeeetttt!”

With that, Matteo began sliding inch after glorious inch inside Abdul’s tight, warm hole, using his dick to massage the prostate steadily. Meanwhile, Abdul remained frozen in place, moaning softly through his nose as Matteo pumped the lube-coated shaft deep inside him. “Mmhm, yesss, shiiiiiit, ughhh, uhnnnngg, mmph fff… MMMUH!!!” Abdul gasped repeatedly as Matteo penetrated him relentlessly. Finally, once completely buried balls deep in Abdul’s hole, Matteo held still for several seconds. Then, with a groan of pleasure, he thrust forward slowly, burying himself even deeper and ramming that magnificent Arabic hole hard and fast into the muscled stud below him.

“Ahhhhhhhh, UHHNNGHHHH!! FUCK YEAH!!” Abdul cried out, grinding back along on the long cock in his ass.

Slowly, Matteo picked up speed with each stroke, fucking that big Jewish meatpole of his ferociously into the hunk below him. He enjoyed how heavy his dick felt in that tight hole. Matteo loved fucking ass, and this ass squeezed his cock so good he could feel it throbbing on his rod. Soon enough, he was slamming into those plump cheeks with abandon, battering his huge girth against them mercilessly. Sweat poured down their faces, as they panted heavily together. Their bodies were covered with glistening sweat as well as precum. Matteo talked dirty and spewed long strings of vulgar sex-talk to Abdul. “God damn dude, your hole is so fuckin tight! Fuckin take my dick, you slutty bitch! Oh god, don’t stop grinding on it either, keep fucking it!”

“Ooh yeah man, fuck me, Matteo” Abdul responded breathlessly, bouncing back and struggling to breathe as he tried to stuff as many hard strokes into his gaping hole as possible.

Within minutes, Andy had them switch positions; now, Abdul rode Matteo’s thick pole, riding him cowboy style. To better fit his size, Abdul straddled Matteo on his knees, with his toes planted flat on the floor behind him, supporting him. This position forced Matteo’s cock to stretch upwards as Abdul bounced furiously on it. The look on Abdul’s face told the story clearly: he truly enjoyed being fucked by such a massive tool. And it certainly showed in the way that his hole pulsed rhythmically around Matteo’s monster cock. Abdul’s own very thick and heavy 9-inch cock slapped against Matteo’s abs with each bounce. It was clear that the two men couldn’t get enough of each other, and neither was going anywhere anytime soon.

Matteo’s muscles tensed up and spasmed violently under Abdul, who grunted strongly and bucked wildly against the jock above him. In response, Matteo grabbed the back of Abdul’s neck and growled hungrily into his ear. “Don’t cum yet, motherfucker, not till I do!” He continued pounding his own body hard against Abdul, driving his thick cock into the muscular straight Arab’s ass, almost as if trying to push it further inside, even when it was seemingly as deep as it could go.

Suddenly, Matteo sped up dramatically, hammering into Abdul’s snug hole. Abdul rocked back, letting the powerful thrusts pound into him, causing his entire frame to shake uncontrollably. Abdo yelled out something unintelligible in Arabic and grasped the edge of the bed for support as his balls clenched up tightly. A few short moments later, as the intensity built rapidly, Matteo began pumping vigorously into Abdul’s hungry ass. Without delay, he let loose a torrent of hot semen that pumped into the handsome Muslim stud on top of him, coating his hole in layers sticky white juice.

Matteo let loose loud barrages of profanity as he came hard. “I’m gonna fill your ass full of this fucking cream,” he said. “GYYAAAAHAHHH SHIITTTT….” he growled.

“Fuck yeah man, pump it all into me,” Abdul panted. “I want it, give it to me, fuck me hard, fuck me deep, fuck me so good, fuck me!!!” he growled back.

Abdul’s eyes widened as he looked down at the enormous load shooting out of his stretched-out butthole around Matteo’s cock. His orgasm hit unexpectedly quickly, leaving him unable to speak or think coherently. All he knew was that he wanted more of this raw sexual power. He watched as his seed shot onto Matteo’s chest, drenching his torso, before sliding off of it and splashing across his bare skin. As he came, he spouted his own string of vulgarities. “Ugghhhh, uuunnhhhh, fuck, you made me fuckin cum man, I can’t handle how good that big fucking dick feels in me, holy shit!!! Fuck yeah, ughhh, you fuckin filled me, I ain’t ever coming back down ’til you bust another nut in me, uhhg, God dammit, that was a siiick fuck,” he exclaimed weakly as his mind drifted away.

Matteo kept fucking into Abdul, firing off another quick load inside the stud. Eventually though, Matteo slowed down and laid there panting in exhaustion. He collapsed over Abdul in a heap, exhausted, sweaty and spent. Both guys were damn-near passed out from such a good fuck, and Andy could tell they enjoyed it as they laid there, covered in cum.

I was on a bus this evening, on my way home from work. I haven’t ridden a bus since I was a teenager. However my car was broke down and would be in the shop for a week being repaired.

This was the first day of using this mode of transportation to and from work and this particular bus was very crowded. My stop was near the end of the line so I would be stuck on it for at least an hour.

I had resigned myself to the fact that I would be pushed and jostled around and was just making the best of it as well as I could. I found myself being forced further into the back of the bus as it seemed there were more people getting on than off.

Once I was back as far as I could possibly be the bus once again started moving. As we moved along I was holding onto the top railing but was still being jostled around and could feel another man tightly behind me. I knew it was a man because I could feel his hardening cock poking against my ass every time we moved back and forth with the movements of the bus.

I tried to put a hand behind me to prevent him from poking me like he was but it seemed as though he just wiggled around a little and kept poking me. I also found I was starting to get hard myself from this. My mind was thinking of all sorts of nasty things.

After about five minutes of this I gave up trying to prevent it and tried to ignore his poking me from behind. As the bus rattled along the passengers began to diminish some as it made its regular stops and now more were disembarking than getting on it.

As the pressure forcing me back against this man’s hard cock I attempted to move forward some. But so did he, keeping a steady pressure against my ass. Finally my stop came up and I made my way to the front and got off the bus.

As it started moving past me I thought I noticed the man from behind me look at me through the window and smile. Was I imagining there was something more to this than just some unintentional contact?

The next day on my way to work I tried to see if that same man was on the bus again but didn’t see him. I forgot all about it until I was once again boarding the bus for my ride home. And once again I found myself being forced towards the back of the bus.

Again I was pushed back and against someone. It was the same man and he once again started deliberately began pushing against my ass and I could feel his cock hardening through his trousers.

Today though I decided to play some and when I felt his cock poking against my ass I wriggled my ass some and pushed back against it. This is when I felt his breath against my neck and he whispered into my ear. I knew you would like this as soon as you didn’t do anything about it yesterday.

He reached a hand around me and rubbed my own hardening cock through my pants. I felt him lower my zipper and take out my cock. He rubbed his finger over the head of it and could feel the slickness of it from the pre-cum.

Then he unzipped his pants and pulled my hand behind him placing it onto his cock. Feel how slick I am he said. Take my pre-cum and lick it from your hand he told me and I did. He then turned me around so our cocks were touching each other.

He started jerking his cock against mine and as we were getting close to my stop I felt his cock explode all over my own. As he put his cock back into his trousers he whispered to me that tomorrow he was going to fuck me right here on this bus and to make sure I was lubed and ready for it.

As soon as I got into my house I immediately jerked myself off. I couldn’t believe I had let this happen to me but was still excited by it. I had trouble sleeping that night as my mind kept replaying what had taken place.

All day at work the next day all I could think about was would I really let this stranger fuck me right there on the bus with all those people around us? But as it came time to leave work I found myself in the men’s room lubing my hole. I told myself it was just in case I couldn’t fend him off it wouldn’t hurt so much if I was lubed. But deep down I knew I really wanted it to happen.

I made way to the back of the bus without waiting for the crown to force me there. He was there, smiling at me. I was facing him and he rubbed my already hard cock as he undid the belt and lowered the zipper letting my cock out. He had already gotten his cock ready as he saw me approaching him.

He turned me around as soon as the bus had gotten crowded and what we were doing couldn’t be seen by everybody. He lowered my trousers exposing my hole to him. Then I felt it, his cock head rubbing against my lubed and slick hole. As he pushed the head into me I stifled a moan and he reached around to play with my cock as he began slowly fucking me.

He continued to fuck me like this until we were almost to my stop. But he didn’t stop as we got to it. Instead he held me against him with his cock deep inside me and wouldn’t let me move away to disembark.

Sweat poured down First Lieutenant Sam Kerry’s face as he hefted himself up for his last pull-up. The early morning heat was intense, considering the sun had not even poked its head over the horizon, and the humidity hung so thick in the air that Sam almost felt like he was swimming. The heat and humidity were a fact of life in this OCONUS location, though, and Sam figured he damn well better get used to it.

As Sam dropped from the pull-up bar, something caught his attention across the dusty, dimly lit Physical Training (PT) field. Fifty meters away stood someone he had never seen before, and upon second look, this was someone Sam was more than happy to look at.

Whomever he was – this guy was a sight to see; Sam guessed he was about 6’2, with strawberry blond hair short-cropped hair, thick arms, a handsome face, and a sharp jawline.

1LT Kerry’s unit was due a new field grade officer, and Sam hoped this beautiful man was him. Sam quickly adjusted his PT pants and broke his lingering gaze – pitching a full tent during PT was more noticeable than fireworks on the fourth of July – so he had to be careful.
The other man made eye contact as Sam attempted to look anywhere but in his direction. The man smiled and jogged in Sam’s direction.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Sam thought to himself, “having a woody in front of the new officer isn’t going to be a great impression.” Sam said a silent prayer to the patron saint of erections that he adjusted his bulge into the elastic band of his tight black PT shorts well enough.

“You must be Lieutenant Kerry. The Sergeant over there said I should speak with you,” the man intoned in a thick, rich voice with a mid-western accent. I am the new Major – Major Condley, Matthew Condley, and I’ll be filling in for Major Waltins as he heads off to resident CGSC.” The man said with a wide grin, extending his hand for a handshake.

Instinctively Lieutenant Kerry reached out his hand – Major Condley’s hand grip was firm; through the dim, fluorescent light, Sam could make out what looked like forearms covered in thick strawberry-blond hair. Major Condley’s blue eyes met Lieutenant Kerry’s in a way that said this man had confidence to spare.

“Crap on a stick,” Sam thought to himself, “this guy is going to be trouble for me.” Sam could feel his heart racing, beads of sweat forming on his forehead that had nothing to do with the morning’s heat, as his mind grasped at something to say that would not make him look like a damn fool.

“Uh, welcome to the unit, Sir,” Lieutenant Kerry stammered as he secretly drank in more of the man’s features – especially Major Condley’s firm chest, which clamored for a closer inspection by Sam. Upon closer look, the Lieutenant could also see thick, muscular calves and thigh muscles that strained the tight, black physical fitness shorts the Major was wearing.

“Meet me after physical training. I would like you to show me around the unit and point me in the direction of S1 so I can finish my in-processing.” Major Condley exclaimed, and with that, he sprinted back across the field.

Lieutenant Kerry couldn’t help but look at the Major’s ass as he strode off. Thankfully, the sun was now up, which helped LT Kerry enjoy every angle of Major Condley’s tight, well-muscled, symmetrical butt. Major Condley’s ass had just a bit of the shelf-like feature Sam went wild for, and the thickness made one cheek noticeably go up and the other down as Major Condley strode away.

“Squats and kettlebells are paying off for this guy,” LT Kerry thought to himself as he fought his imagination from running wild with what it’d be like to bury his face in Major Condley’s ass.
Forty-five minutes later, Sam hurried off the field towards the locker room facilities. Major Condley jogged up beside him. “Great PT session. Seems like guys are really motivated around here,” Major Condley announced.

“Yes, sir, this is a great unit. Morale is good – you probably won’t see us winding up on Army WTF moments. It keeps the work fun,” Sam responded, his confidence gaining steam with the Major.
“Sir, I’m going to hit the locker room to get showered and changed. Can we meet in 30 minutes by the flag pole to start your orientation? Sam asked.

“Shit, I suppose I need to shower too. Let me run to my truck and get my gym bag. 30 minutes is fine. Which way are the locker rooms? Major Condley inquired, “Look at me asking a lieutenant for direction,” Major Condley joked with a grin.

“The big brick building over there,” Sam pointed, “but then again, I guess it could be that building over there too – I usually find an NCO to guide me!” Sam quipped in response to the Major’s joke. The Major beamed and gave a deep lunged laugh. “I think we’re going to get along just fine, LT, a sense of humor is important in this line of work, and so is the confidence to deliver it.”

Sam couldn’t help but notice the Major’s magnetic smile and blinding straight white teeth.
“Lord help me – a smile like that is going to be the death of me.” Sam thought to himself.
Sam made his way to the locker room, trying to keep his mind under control. Any more thoughts of this handsome new field grade officer would cause him issues in the locker room.

“I better get in and out quickly if I don’t want to have an impromptu jousting competition with anyone.” he joked to himself. 

Sam rapidly wrapped the towel around his alabaster, taut skin and scurried towards the showers. As he rounded the corner, he cursed the Army’s antiquated facilities with their open-bay showers. If there was ever a time for individual showers, it was now.

He rinsed and scrubbed quickly in the steamy hot showers as he did his best to think about all the least sexually appealing images he could muster. Mercifully, there was hardly anyone in the showers this morning – less distractions. All he needed to do was avoid Major Condley in the locker room, and all would be well. Sam slammed the shower handle down and hurriedly patted down his dripping body. He was on his way out of the shower room when he noticed a shape moving toward him through the steam.

Major Condley stepped through the steam and into the surprisingly well-lit shower. Sam stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes took in the Major’s figure as discretely as possible.

Major Condley’s hairy, muscled chest glistened with sweat – the strawberry blond hair providing a light covering over his firm, pink nipples. The man’s torso wasn’t a six-pack, but it was clear the Major didn’t miss his ab exercises! Sam didn’t dare look directly at what interested him most. He sped up to pass the Major, averting his own gaze lest he doom himself with the insatiable curiosities that were waging war on both his heads – the one up top and the one below.

“See you outside, Sir,” Sam squeaked, hoping his voice didn’t sound as much like a chipmunk as he thought it did. Ten minutes later, the Major walked briskly up to Sam outside the locker room building.

“Am I imagining it, or is that a smirk,” Sam thought to himself as the Major stood in front of him.
“Interesting facilities at this base,” Major Condley intoned as the two officers started walking towards the personnel office, “those open showers are a relic.” 

“Yeah, they don’t leave much in the way of privacy,” Lieutenant Kerry proclaimed – a bit over-enthusiastically.

“Eh, the open shower bay concept never bothered me much, to be honest, “Major Condley started, “gives everyone a chance to see who in the unit is compensating if ya know what I mean. Besides, I’ve got nothing to hide.” Sam snuck a sideways glance at the Major as he tried to ascertain whether this was the usual macho, military bluster or if his imagination was getting the best of him. Major Condley’s blue eyes locked onto his, his gaze holding for a few extra seconds, even as the two officers navigated the uneven sidewalk.

Sam felt the sweat beads form on his forehead again, and his loins start to stir. “Well, looks like we reached the personnel office, LT – I can take it from here. Thanks.” Major Condley announced as he abruptly charged forward into the office, leaving Lieutenant Kerry in his wake – the Lieutenant’s mind racing, his thoughts spinning.

Weeks passed, and Sam saw a lot of the Major. The Major was cordial, but Sam didn’t detect any of the innuendo or electricity the Major had given off on the day they first met. Lieutenant Kerry was looking for any indication that there may be more at play, but so far, he was coming up short. Given the nature of the unit’s mission, its number of personnel was tiny compared to other units – just a handful of officers, enlisted, and local national staff, so he and the Major interacted frequently.

“Hell, even if there was an interest, with as small as this unit is, he’d be unlikely to risk doing anything to act on it, “Sam thought forlornly to himself, “Probably for the best anyway.”
Some time later, Lieutenant Kerry sat in his cubicle, attempting to type up a memo – truth be told, he was having difficulty concentrating, his constant horniness always demanding his attention. Sam was just about to get up and jerk off in the bathroom – a routine tactic for him to refocus – when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“Lieutenant Kerry, glad I caught you here. I’d like to have you over for dinner. I wouldn’t ordinarily ask someone of your rank for a social event, but this unit is small and shockingly short of peer field-grade officers. Besides it’s part of my job as an officer is to mentor you, and this assignment is a unique place. I never asked, but I assume with the ring on your finger that you’re married – feel free to invite your wife if you’d like.” Major Condley stated with a radiant smile.

“Let me check with her,” Sam replied, “it would be nice to get some mentorship. I had a chance to look at your Officer Record Brief before you arrived at the unit, and it looks like you’ve had an impressive career, Sir!” 

“The Army has given me a lot of opportunities both personally and professionally, LT. It has allowed my wife and me to travel the world and have some truly unique experiences.” Major Condley replied earnestly.

“Speaking of your wife,” the Lieutenant started, “When does she arrive in country? I know you came ahead of her.”

“She won’t arrive for a few more months. The kids are finishing up school. I am sure she and your wife will get along great when she gets here – you know how military spouses are. Come on over at 1800.” The Major finished with an ephemeral smirk.

1800 couldn’t come soon enough for Sam. He didn’t know why he was so excited – Major Condley hadn’t given any true or obvious indication that he “played for both teams” or had any interest in Sam specifically.

“My imagination has run away on me before,” Lieutenant Kerry thought glumly to himself, “99.9% of the time, it only leads to disappointment.” It wasn’t like Sam would go over for dinner and end up in bed with him. “He’s married and acts straight as an arrow; a guy like that isn’t into guys, and even if he is, that doesn’t guarantee he’d be into me,” Sam thought, “A man can dream, though!’
Sam had known he was interested in guys since he was a kid. 

Growing up, he had a best friend that he would mess around with. Horseplay turned into fondling, which turned into sucking – even some earth-shatteringly good barebacking in his buddy’s tree house. Truthfully – Sam tried everything “on offer” with his friend and loved every second.

It wasn’t completely uncommon amongst guys growing up to experiment with each other – circle jerks happen more often than many realize. Add in all the homoeroticism of wrestling and skinny dipping, and adolescence can be rife male-on-male action. Unfortunately, most men grow out of it and go on to discover girls, stop their bisexual sides, or suppress their homosexuality altogether. Case and point – when Sam got to high school, the buddy he enjoyed messing around with since the 6th grade became religious, and all the fun stopped leaving Sam with no outlet to act on his interest in guys. Sam never shook those feelings, however. He loved the primal nature of being with men, the electricity of the sexual experience. There was no feeling like getting sweaty and primal with another dude.

Sure, Sam went to high school and dated girls. He went on to college, where he met his wife. He figured he’d get married, and his feelings toward guys would eventually taper off. He assumed he’d be getting so much sex with his hot wife that he wouldn’t have time to think about guys. Sam also figured that once kids came along, he’d have zero time even if he wanted to continue having fun with men. Now, here Lieutenant Kerry was, in his mid-20s, married, and hornier than ever – his feelings toward men weren’t going away, especially with Major Condley keeping Sam hot and bothered Sam stood nervously at Major Condley’s door. He rang the doorbell and rocked back and forth anxiously. Sweat trickled Sam’s forehead; his heart felt like it was going to rocket out of his chest.

“This is a mistake,” Sam thought to himself, “I shouldn’t have accepted the invite. Maybe I should fake an illness to leave early. I don’t want to get myself into trouble with these lusts.”
Within minutes the door swung open.

“Hey there, LT!’ Major Condley stated cheerfully. “C’mon in! The chicken is in the oven for another 30 minutes. You want a beer, and where is your better half?” “It smells great, Sir!” Sam proclaimed, his heart still racing.

“The chicken smells good, but damn Major Condley smells better.” Sam thought mischievously to himself, “He smells like a damn lumberjack but in all the right ways.”

“I’d love a beer, Sir!” Lieutenant Kerry rushed as he realized he still hadn’t answered the Major’s questions as he daydreamed about the Major’s scent, “and my wife couldn’t make it – she had other plans, unfortunately.” Lieutenant Kerry walked into the house behind Major Condley, staring at his ass the entire way into the kitchen.

“Bummer – I would have loved to meet your better half, but this makes it easier for us to talk business without boring anyone. I’m not as great a cook as the Mrs., but I’ve been known to whip up a tasty meal or two in my day. Have a seat. Relax. I’m not going to court-martial you here in the kitchen,” Major Condley said playfully.

The two made small talk and downed their beers until the oven beeped. After an hour of eating and talking about promotion rates, advanced schooling, and any number of other military-related items, their plates were empty.

“Well looks like this development session is wrapping up. Tell me more about your family life, LT. What does your wife do? Inquired Major Condley.

“We’ve been married for four years. No kids yet. Maybe at some point in the future, but we’re in no rush, “Sam explained, “and unsurprisingly, she has GS-job.”

“Ahh. There’s no hurry LT. Enjoy your kid-free years. Time goes fast, and when the kiddos come, things start to change in your marriage, Major Condley replied softly, “and congrats to your wife on finding a job – high-quality employment opportunities for military spouses are brutally hard to find. Let’s re-locate to the living room. I’m sure we can get the game on AFN.”

After an hour of sitting on the couch shooting-the-shit and a few beers later, Major Condley turned the subject back to marriage.

“Travel. See the world. Be spontaneous. I love my kids, but you sacrifice a lot when those little buggers come along.” He said. “Not to mention your personal life will start to change.”
“Personal life? What do you mean, Sir,” asked Sam.

“Oh, you know LT, I’m sure you’ve heard it before – your sex life.” The Major said shyly.
“Ahh – I have heard that one in the past. I figured we’d make it work; we have so far!” said Sam the blood rushed to his face as he realized too late what he just said. “Apologies, Sir! That was inappropriate of me to say.” Sam said, truly embarrassed.

“Wow, you’re redder than a tomato, man! Calm down – it’s not like I haven’t heard way worse during all these years in the military.” the Major started, “and you just wait! You think you’re going to have the sex frequency and intensity you do now, but you’ll be surprised how fast that can taper off.”

All this talk of sex had Sam’s pants bulging. He tried to shift his package covertly. God, he hoped that the Major didn’t notice. This guy outranked him, and he didn’t need any awkwardness.
“I’m getting another beer, LT. You want one?” Major Condley sat up and strode off to the kitchen.
Sam could hear him rummaging around the refrigerator. He looked up at the wall where pictures hung. Major Condley’s wife was a pretty lady and he looked stunningly handsome in all the photos.

The Major came striding back into the living room.

“Here you go, stud,” the Major said as he went to hand Sam another beer. Before the beer reached him though, it slipped out of the Major’s hand and fell into Sam’s lap. Instinctively, the Major reached for it. As he grabbed the beer, he brushed Sam’s very hard bulge. He pulled his hand back suddenly and said, “Sorry, LT, didn’t mean to reach into your crotch. I’ve had a few. One too many, probably.”

Now, it was the Major’s turn to blush.

Sam wondered if the Major had noticed his raging hard-on. The Major gave him a strange, quick glance but didn’t say anything.

“I’m fucking bored in here,” the Major stated abruptly. “Let’s go do something fun. You want to piss off the neighbors? He said loudly.

“How would we do that, Sir? Asked Sam.

“By hitting golf balls at their house off my back porch; that’s how!” he said with his infectious grin.
Before Sam knew it, they were both out on the back porch, beers in hand, setting up the golf tee. The bag of golf clubs stood behind them as the Major stepped up to take the first swing.

Swoosh! He connected with the ball and sent it flying over the fence into the neighbor’s yard. A few more hits, and he was dripping with sweat. Sam stepped in for his turn. He didn’t golf much, and his first hit was abysmal. His second hit wasn’t much better.

“Damn, LT, your form sucks. I see you don’t golf,” said the Major teasingly, “Stay right there, I’ll show you the proper form.”Major Condley stepped up behind Sam and wrapped his hands around him to grab the golf club.

“Man, you have to put your hips into it. Let me show you the motion. It is simple.” He said.
The Major stepped behind Sam, pressing close up against him. Sam could feel the heat radiating off the Major’s body. The Major gave a few quick instructions but didn’t seem weird about being so close to Sam. Sam hit a few more balls. His form improved, but he liked having the Major pressed up so close to him. The next three balls he purposefully smashed with horrible form.

“Shit, Sir, I’m sucking again, can you show me the right form one more time?” said Sam coolly and innocently.

“God dammit LT! I can see you aren’t the fastest learner. Alright – here we go.” The Major exclaimed as he took up his position behind Sam again. Something was different this time, though. Maybe Sam was imagining things, but he felt something firm pressed up against his butt. Sam pushed back a few inches with his butt and could feel it better.

“Maybe it’s just a coincidence,” Sam thought. “Too many beers. The reaction could happen to anyone. Hell, he could be thinking about how he’s going to plow his wife when she finally gets here.”

“Uhhh LT, I think we better call it a night,” The Major said abruptly as he pushed away from Sam.
Sensing the moment of opportunity slipping, Sam audaciously pretended to drop a golf ball accidentally. He bent over, pushing himself back into the Major’s crotch.

“Oh, sorry Sir, just dropped the ball,” Sam said as he fumbled with it on the ground, not moving from the bent-over position. Strangely the Major wasn’t quick to move, and Sam could sense the Major’s excitement by his labored breathing. Sam slowly got up and stepped away. He turned slowly, and the Major had an odd expression on his handsome face.

“On second thought, LT, what do you say about another beer? Let’s go back inside. Life is short, right? The Major said, not breaking eye contact with the LT.

“What the hell; why not? Said the LT staring right back at those bright blue eyes, the beer giving him more confidence than he probably would have had otherwise.

Another beer turned into two more beers.

“Fuck it’s getting hot in here, LT,” the Major said, “I told those dicks in maintenance that this AC isn’t working right over a week ago.”

The Major suddenly pulled off his shirt. There was that beautiful chest again, covered in soft patch of strawberry blond hair; his firm chest glistened with a thin sheen of sweat.

Sam was sure his face looked like one of those cartoon characters where the eyes grow huge and grow outward from the face.

“Go on, LT, you can take off your shirt too. We’re both men here. No need to be shy.” The Major said calmly but with a huskier, deeper tone than usual. Sam didn’t hesitate. He pulled off his shirt.
“Looks like you’re no stranger to the gym, LT,” The Major said – looking him up and down with a hunger in his eyes.

Sam’s dark chest hair was quite a contrast to the Major’s. Sam had clear blue eyes, and a lean, athletic build. Most wouldd think he was a swimmer, but his thick chest hair wouldn’t have worked in that sport.

“Ah – I mostly do a lot of cardio, Sir. You know what he enlisted soldiers all say about officers focusing on cardio while they weightlift – ha! And you’re one to talk, Sir. You’ve got me beat in the physique department.” Sam bantered.

“Well I have a few years on you, man. Extra time in the gym. Extra calories with this slow metabolism – you’ll start to fill out a bit more as the years go in. I was built like you ten years ago. You’re what? 26? I’m pushing into my late 30’s.”The Major stated a bit wistfully.

“All the same, I hope I can pull off your look at your age,” Sam said carefully.

There was an awkward pause as the two stared at each other. The room was silent except for the football game’s soft background noise.

“You know, I can’t really see the tv that well from over here. Maybe my eyes are starting to go bad as I age,” said the Major. He got up and plopped down near Sam. “I can’t miss this game. I have to watch the Steelers pound those stupid patriots.”He finished.

The two watched the game in silence for a few minutes. Sam grabbed the remote to turn up the volume and laid it by his thigh.

A few minutes went by, and the Major said,” Damn LT are you deaf? My ear drums are dying.”
Major Condley reached for the remote but overshot it. His hand landed on Sam’s thigh and lingered there for a few extra seconds before grabbing the remote.

Sam glanced over at the Major, and he returned the lustful look. Sam waited a few minutes and noticed that the remote was sitting next to the Major’s thigh now.

“Should I go for it? Sam thought to himself, “worst case I can blame it all on the alcohol and a big misunderstanding.”

“Sir, I can’t hear a god damn thing now,” Sam lied as he reached for the remote and let his hand brush the Major’s thigh, slowly grabbing the remote. The Major shuddered and tensed. The room fell silent again – the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

The Major slowly reached over and placed his hand on Sam’s thigh – his eyes probing for any resistance from Lieutenant Kerry. Sam froze – his mind racing – hoping this meant what he thought it did. The Major kept his steely, intense eyes locked on Sam’s as he gently caressed up and down.

Sam – regaining a measure of composure as his body tingled with anticipation and pining, reached over and did the same to the Major.

Gradually, the Major slid closer to Sam; Still brushing his thigh gently. He smiled an intoxicatingly sweet smile. Sam thought about how he could kiss those beautiful, thick lips for eternity.

Sam slid his hand towards the Major’s inner thigh.

Suddenly, the Major stood straight up.

“What am I doing here? I’ve had too much to drink. You’re a Lieutenant, my subordinate. We’re both married. This is crazy.” He stammered erratically. “We can’t do this. I’m sorry. Please forget this happened.” He strode off into the kitchen.

Sam followed him. The Major was leaning over the kitchen island. His perfect ass outlined so well in his grey athletic shorts.

Sam, feeling horny and daring, came up from behind him and caressed that perfect ass of his.
Startled, the Major jumped. “LT, this can’t happen for so many reasons. Please, you should just go. Forget this ever happened.” He said not unkindly.

Maybe it was the beer, or maybe it was the absolute hunk of a man standing before him, but Sam was feeling more daring than ever. He slowly reached out and touched the Major’s crotch. FIRM AS A ROCK! Sam gently stroked him through his pants.

“Sir, if you truly want me to go, I’ll go. I don’t want to do anything you’re not ok with but from the bulge in your pants, I have the feeling you want me to stay.”

“Ohhhh that feels so good.” The Major moaned as Sam continued to caress and stroke him.
“Sir, we’re both married. We’re both officers. We both have everything to lose – admittedly you more with your retirement pension. I’m not going to tell a soul if you don’t. It’s late. We’re drunk. We’re horny. It’s just us. Your wife won’t be around for months, and you have needs. What’s the harm? Sam said earnestly.

Sam felt the Major relax and lean into him. Sam slid his hand down into the Major’s shorts and grabbed his warm, throbbing cock firmly. The Major started to moan.

Suddenly, the Major was pressed up against Sam and pinned Sam to the island leaning in and forcefully kissing him. Sam could smell him; his scent was enthralling.

Sam kissed back passionately. Damn the Major was a good kisser; alternating between soft, sweet and strong, and deliberate – this sent an electric shock down Sam’s spine. Nothing got Sam going like a passionate, skilled kisser!

The Major slid his hand into Sam’s shorts. He grabbed his throbbing cock and stroked it slowly – reaching down and cupping, squeezing, and tugging his balls every so often. The Major reached up and spit on his hand, then slid back into Sam’s pants. Sam did the same to the Major. Hot – hell this felt incredible. Sam’s mind raced as the Major continued to kiss him and press against him. Sam took the opportunity to grab and feel the Major’s firm, hairy, and beautifully symmetrical chest. He gave the Major’s perky nipples a pinch.

“Fuck, I love my nipples played with man – shit!” the Major growled in a husky, horned craze.
Sam bent down and gave the Major’s gray shorts a firm pull downward – he had to get a better look at what the Major was packing. As Sam pulled the Major’s gray shorts down, the Major’s rock hard cock sprang back up and slapped his stomach.

Sam gravitated towards the Major’s dick like a moth to flame. It was a powerful, circumcised cock, perfectly proportioned and straight – no curve. His balls were huge and low hanging and Sam began imagining the kind of loads this Major could rocket into him or on him.

Sam was actually kind of relieved that the Major’s cock wasn’t gargantuan – Sam hoped that’d he’d be riding it and an XXL cock or super thick dick could make bottoming a challenge for any significant length of time. Years ago, Sam had climbed his “Everest” of cocks with a 9.5inch uncut Australian cock, and while the experience was unforgettable for a night, Sam knew that it wouldn’t be fun long term.

It took every ounce of willpower for Sam to not dive bomb the Major’s cock and swallow it to the hilt. The tension was building. Sam could feel his balls churning. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take before he exploded. By the sounds of the Major’s moans, Sam could tell he was in a similar situation.

At this point, both men had their athletic shorts on the ground. They were stroking each other freely in the air in the middle of the kitchen. “That’s an amazing cock, LT.” the Major groaned, “it looks like you could do some damage with that sucker.”

The Lieutenant took a second to glance down at his own cock as the Major admired it – it pulsed with anticipated.

“It’s not huge, but I’ve never had any complaints, Sir.” Sam said as he playfully thrust his cock at the Major.

“Size is less important if you know how to use it, and I get the feeling you know just what to do with it, bud.” The Major replied, “You lieutenants get lost on the land navigation courses all the time, but I’m sure you know just how to find a hole or two with that cock and pleasure it – no problems.”

Sam reached out and grabbed the Major’s nipple. He twisted and pinched. All of a sudden he heard a loud groan, “OH MY GOD. SWEET LORD. UHH OH UHH” The Major bucked his hips, and Sam grabbed his dick more firmly and stroked it harder. “OHHH FUCK YES!” The Major bucked aggressively, his solid ass tightening. “HERE I COME OH SHIT HERE I COME OHHHH,” He moaned.
With one last thrust the Major shot a load clear onto Sam’s hand and forearm. The second rope of cum splattered Sam’s shorts and the third rope hit his shirtless stomach. Sam felt its warmth and stickiness – loving every second of it.

“I knew those big thick, low hanging balls would shoot off cum like crazy,” Sam stated laughingly.
The Major relaxed. He looked at Sam and said, “Your turn, son!” with a sly grin.The Major grabbed Sam’s balls and started churning them. He stroked Sam slowly at first, faster then and faster. He spit on Sam’s cock, lubing it and giving it a shiny sheen.

“Blow that load for me, son,” the Major encouraged.

Sam couldn’t hold it any longer. His hips bucked. He looked right into the Major’s eyes. Seeing that handsome face and those thick, hairy forearms attached to those strong hands sent Sam over the edge. He thrust wildly, and his cock exploded. Two huge streams of cum gushed from Sam’s pulsating cock; splashing the Major’s stomach and covering his hand.

The two- spent and sweaty – stared at each other. A grin crossed the Major’s face as he licked his fingers.

“Mmmm, so sweat.” He said quietly. “You’d better go before I get excited again – there’s no telling what could happen next.” The Major finished as he playfully slapped Sam’s firm ass.

Daringly, Sam darted in for one more kiss while cupping the Major’s ass. “You know where to find me, Sir.” He whispered in his ear with a final ass squeeze. Sam – euphoric, satisfied, and still slightly intoxicated – quickly dressed and darted out of the door.