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I was sent over seas in the Air Force, my rank is SSgt. Well after getting there, I found there were a lot of men some married and now they have no pussy to fuck, Well my first night in the barracks went to the bathroom saw they had a line of stalls, went to the last stall and sat down, then I saw it, a nice gloryhole.

It was long that someone came in and right to the stall next to me, he sat down and I could see he had a nice cock shaved smooth! Well he started to stroke it, I keep watching! then had to have it i put my finger to the hole and he saw it got up and then his huge fat cock over 8 came was there for me to suck, I sucked and licked and sucked it deep he was moaning then he pull it back and said show me your pussy!

I got up back up and touch it a finger enter my pussy he was moving his finger in and out and pull away his cock was rubbing my pussy now he pushed it in open my pussy he his going deeper and deeper and he was now fucking me faster it was hot felt so good, he fucked and fucked and then went in deep stop and I felt him cumming in my pussy, he pulled out then said thank you and ask if I would like to be fucked again the next night I said yes he said be here at 1am. Well he left and it wasn’t long that another man came in the stall he fucked me too another load in my pussy, that night I was there from 1am to 4am was fucked by atleast 10 horny men. this happen every night, I loved it, they love my pussy I was being fucked by Airman Lts Colonels Majors found out there were a few of us men who took care of the troops with our mouths and pussy

Recap: Nick is a habitual thief who got into the habit of stealing art supplies from his professor to support his online business. Professor Leon catches him and offers to let Nick pay off his debts by working as his assistant. Nick is not ready for everything Professor Leon has in store.

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Honestly, I feel like I got away pretty damn good. I finally got caught for all of my stealing and my punishment is to be my professor’s assistant! I’ll take cleaning nasty paintbrushes over being expelled any day.

It sucks that I have to wake up so early, but like I said – it’s better than the alternative. I make sure to get to his room as early as possible. Most of the classrooms are empty, but Professor Leon has an 8am advanced art class. “Good morning professor.” I say timidly as I enter. I still feel a little bit awkward around him.

“Well good morning, Nick. You’re right on time!” It looks like he just finished setting up a backdrop behind a stool, the same one he was bent over yesterday. He then gestures me to put my things down on a small desk next to him. I guess this is where I’ll be working for the next few months. As I’m getting settled in and putting my backpack down, he turns to me. “Were you athletic in high school, Nick? I know you just graduated.”

“Yeah! I was a swimmer all four years. Pretty good too! I never won a race but I was pretty consistently second or third.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah. I had to choose between swim or art and I evidently chose art. But I still go to the gym and I swim whenever I can.” He doesn’t really respond after that. He kind of just fiddles around with papers and adjusts the easels and chairs around the room while the class starts to enter.

The 8am class is surprisingly packed. There are 20 easels and only one is empty. I half listen to Professor Leon as he lectures about anatomy and proportions. But I’m not really here to learn, just to help him out. I’m zoned out for probably 10 minutes on my computer until I hear my name. “Nick… Nick… Nick!” The entire class is staring at me and Professor Leon is gesturing me towards him. “Come on over.” I stand, confused, and walk timidly towards him. While I’m approaching him, he addresses the class. “Alright then, everybody get your sketchbooks out, we’ll be doing some quick practices today to prepare for the next project.” All the guys start rummaging around in their bags or getting up to grab pencils, erasers, and other tools from the supply cabinets.

“What do you need, Professor?” I ask. He turns towards me.

“Well today you are going to be our reference model. So, I need you to take your clothes off.”

“Wh-What?” I genuinely think I misheard him.

“Strip.” Then he points towards the wooden stool and the backdrop.

              Shit. That’s what he has been setting up. That is the next unit for advanced art. Nude studies. I hesitate. Frozen in place as I think of an excuse or any sort of way to get out of this. It seems impossible that he would make me do this. “Professor… you – you can’t be serious!”

He takes a step closer to me and whispers aggressively. “Listen, Nick. I can’t afford nude models this year. Normally I can pay a few jocks from a sports team to pose in exchange for their art credit. But because of you – I can’t. So, you are going to take your damn clothes off, sit on that stool, and give these boys something to sketch.” He doesn’t even sound angry. There’s a deviousness to the aggression in his voice. “You either take those clothes off, or you say bye to Cox University. Which will it be?”

I stare past him for a moment. As if I’m considering the latter option at all. But I can’t get expelled. My parents will ream me for stealing, and suddenly the missing cash from their wallets they complain about so much will all start to point back to me. Not to mention they might not be as generous with paying for my classes and housing. “I’ll do it.”

My eyes wander to the guys around the class. Most of them have set up their easels now and have their pencils or charcoal in hand. I take my shirt off gingerly, feeling oddly exposed being shirtless inside of a classroom. I don’t think I’ve ever even worn a tank top in school. I try to not to look at anybody, and instead try to imagine that I am in this room alone. I undo the drawstring on my Nike shorts. Are my hands shaking? I inhale deeply as I start to pull them lower on my waist. I start to pull them down, first they escape over my bulge, then my thighs, my knees, until they are low enough that I can drop them straight down.

All that stands between me and complete exposure are a pair of red Calvin Klein briefs. The same ones I stole from the mall just a week ago. Ironic. But before I can grab the white waistband, Professor Leon steps in front of me “We don’t have all day.” He grabs the briefs and yanks them straight down my ankles. My eyes widen as my dick suddenly flops out. Straight, gay, bisexual, it doesn’t matter – every guy in this room is staring at my dick.

I step out of my shorts and underwear, bending over to take my socks and shoes off too. My entire body feels stiff. And there is no sensation quite like feeling your balls dangling in front of 19 guys. It almost feels like a hallucination. My mind is so foggy and shocked that this doesn’t feel real. Professor Leon sits me down on the wooden stool. The seat colder than I expected on my bare ass cheeks. Rougher too. He prods at me in a few places. Opening one knee wider, scooting my arm back, tilting my head up. Until finally I’m seated with one foot on the bar of the stool, one extended onto the floor, with a hand on my hip and the other rested on my thigh. But I can barely wrap my mind around anything else. He could stick me with needles and I wouldn’t notice, because I’m too hyper fixated on how exposed my dick is. Its dangling over the seat, and the cold air in the room suddenly makes my balls contract. I have a fair sized flaccid – but the cold air is making it seem way smaller.

“Alright then class,” Professor Leon says so suddenly it makes me shudder “get to work.”

My eyes dart between the clock and the window on the opposite side of the room. If I really don’t look at anyone, I can pretend I’m not here. My breaths start to calm, and I can finally feel my heartbeat start to slow down. Its just art. I think to myself. People do this all the time. There are naked statues in museums. These guys are art majors. They get it!

Maybe this isn’t so bad. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes start to go by. Professor Leon gets up to inspect the guy’s drawings. “Good attention to detail… Nice linework… Maybe pay a bit closer attention to his proportions… You made the penis way too big.” I have to tune him out. It’s pulling me back into reality. Every time I hear his voice it suddenly reminds me how naked I am. Every three seconds its like I’ve just been stripped all over again. Only when I have successfully tuned out the rest of the world do I hear footsteps approaching.

I look up to see Professor Leon and a guy named Ryan walking towards me. Ryan’s got a notepad with him. It’s near impossible to pretend I’m not here now. Ryan is probably the cutest guy in the room. 6’2 with dirty blonde hair and a toned build. He wears baggy clothes, but they do nothing to conceal the bulk of his chest and the plumpness of his arms. “You see, Ryan.” Professor Leon starts, “There are a lot of small details on the body that you’ve got to capture in order to really sell the realism of a nude.” He pokes his finger at my chest. “These shadow under the pecs can’t look too flat, and the highlights on the surface have to convey the curvature.” He trails downwards. “And here the hills and valleys of his abdomen muscles.” He moves his finger between the ridges in my abs. “Notice the stark highlights up at the top compared the darkest darks right beneath them.”

He’s now trailed all the way down to my v-lines. I shiver when his finger lands down in the deep groove. “And here there are a lot of really subtle shadows.” He traces my v-lines all the way down towards where they meet my pubes. His hand is less than an inch from my dick. I feel it tingle a little. “They lead the eye straight to the penis.” He graces the base of my shaft. “Every guy is different, so you have to be careful with the details.” He now fully grabs my flaccid dick between his thumb and pointer finger. I glance up at Ryan, staring intently at my dick with a slight grin on his face. He isn’t taking notes anymore. Just staring.

“You see, Nick is circumcised. So, when he’s flaccid the skin sort of bunches up here beneath the tip.” I focus my mind on my dick. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. “And if I pull the skin back, you can see a lot of the variations in color…” Fuck. I’m getting hard. I try to keep my eyes focused on the wall. But there is no stopping it. He’s practically stroking my flaccid in front of Ryan. “Nick!” The professor says suddenly. “You can’t get hard!” The entire class looks up. My dick is slowly growing in his hand. “That is like changing your pose in the middle of their drawings! They have to have a consistent reference!” He drops it finally. Letting my almost full-mast dick dangle once again between my thighs. My cheeks are warm. In fact, my entire body is pulsing with heat from the humiliation. “Well Ryan, you get the idea.”

I assume it’s over. Ryan sits back down with a devious grin on his face. He looks like he’s hiding laughter. Professor Leon continues to stand in front of me. And only when I look down at his crotch do I notice a massive bulge beneath his khaki pants. The very tip of his cock reaches all the way to the edge of his hips. That’s got to be a seven-inch dick. NO! Don’t look at it. My dick is starting to finally relax. And why is Professor Leon hard anyway? Doesn’t he have a wife? Is he… enjoying this?

He calls over another guy, Craig. And begins the same routine. Tracing the details of my body, all the way down to my dick until it gets hard. “Come on Nick, you’ve got to work with me here and keep it down.” 

“Sorry.” I mumble, grimacing and staring into a wall. Again and again, one-by-one with every guy. He starts at my chest, down to my abs, and then to my penis. And each time, I get a little hard. My face gets hot. And my head feels like it is actually spinning.

“Can you get me a paper towel?” He asks a guy named Eric. “There’s something coming out of Nick’s tip.” Everyone looks over. “Is that precum?” He whispers, loud enough for everyone to hear. There are a few giggles from a few of the guys. You have to be shitting me. I’ve gotten hard and soft so many times that precum is dripping out of my cock. My face has to be as red as humanly possible as he bends down to wipe the tip of my dick. I can feel the sticky liquid transfer onto the rough paper towel. “Much better.”

 

The second hour of the class finally ends. Whose idea was it to make an 8am class a two-hour lecture and lab anyway? I’m cursing whoever scheduled these classes in my head. The guys start to pack up their things and head out. “Bye professor! Have a good day. See you tomorrow, Nick.” Assholes.

But there will not be a tomorrow. There can’t be. I can’t do this again. Finally, when it is just me and Professor Leon in the classroom, I stand up and search for my clothes. Covering my dick with both of my hands. But where are they? They aren’t on his desk or the one with my backpack. “Professor… where are my clothes?” I ask.

“Oh. I put them in one of the lockers for now. Don’t want anyone stealing your things, right?”

“Can I have them back?” I ask, maybe more aggressively than I intended.

He talks to me from across the class as he reorganizes a pencil drawer. “For what?”

“You don’t have another class until 11. And its beginner art anyway.”

“So.” he says matter of fact. “You’ll have to get naked again at one for the next advanced art class. Why go through the hassle?”

“Professor! Come on. I can’t just walk around all day naked. It’s bad enough that you’re making me get naked in front of all these people! I’m sorry that I stole from you but you cant do this to me!”

He shuts the drawer he was organizing and walks over to me. There’s a calmness in his approach. When he reaches me, he stands maybe six inches away. I guess I never noticed how tall he is. It isn’t until I stare up at him that I realize he’s probably about 6’4, towering over my 5’8 stature. “Here is what you need to realize, and realize fast. You fucked me and the entire art department over. So, I don’t really give a fuck if you are uncomfortable.” He suddenly grabs my entire dick and balls in his hand, leaning into my ear. “As far as I’m concerned, I own you right now. And if you’ve got any problem with what I tell you to do. Then you can take it straight to the Dean and explain to him how fucking generous I am for letting you sit here with your cock out in exchange for your entire future.” He squeezes my dick a little harder, it grows a little. “When I tell you to do something – you do it. If I decide you have to be naked all day – you stand there with your cock out and you take it. Do you understand?” I nod. He finally releases my dick. It sticks out far enough to nearly touch his pants. “Good. Then go get the broom and sweep the floor. And when you’re done, you are going to stand behind my desk with your hands behind your back and wait for me to give you further instructions.”

And so, I do. Defeated, I sweep the entire room while on the verge of tears. Each time I bend down to sweep a pile of dirt into the broom pan, I feel the cold classroom air on my asshole. And every trip I make to the trash can, my flaccid dick bobbles between my legs. And when I’m finished, I do exactly as Professor Leon said. I stand behind him, hands behind my back as the class of beginner art students walk in. They look confused and amused. When professor Leon begins his lecture, he explains that I am the nude model for advanced art class and his assistant. Which seems to be a good enough explanation as why there is a naked dude standing around in their class.

For the duration of the class, he has me perform small tasks like bringing him a new dry-erase marker or grab someone a new piece of paper. Cock flopping around in front of another group of college guys. At one point, he drops his eraser as I am walking away and asks me to pick it up. I bend over, and I can practically feel everyone’s eyes staring straight at my bent-over asshole. I stand and hand him the eraser. And when I turn back around, one guy, a freshman in his first semester is slipping his phone back into his pants. Did he just take a picture of my asshole with my balls dangling between my thighs? Another guy, a late start college student who is probably in his thirties is doing nothing to hide his grin as he fingers the tip of his cock through his pants.

I cant do this.

Occasionally, i enjoy the afterburn and emotional ride and release of a sound flogging. Finding a dominant man willing to give me what i need and then some has always been a challenge, but on a recent nights out at a local bar, i met someone that fit the bill. He was a white bear, 58 or 59, thick head of salt & pepper hair with a thick graying beard, hairy leather daddy. He spotted me leaning against the bar and immediately had me pegged as a submissive. 

He strolled up next to me, his large and tall frame had me trembling as he snickered and said, “how’s it going, boy?” and after a long, flirty, conversation, i finally admitted to him that i would welcome the opportunity to submit fully to him, and soon. I showed him some of my past beatings and he was impressed. He and i made plans to meet after work during the week. And now…the story…

I neglected to share in my opening paragraphs that master jerry disclosed his preferred weapon of working boys over is a devil’s tail. He says it is great to serve not only as a whip, but also can be used to fuck a hot hole. I was intrigued and said i was anxious to have him show me. we both agreed then and there to meet during the week to ensure we were just talk and no action.

So i anxiously drive home from work to clean out and prep for this date with master jerry, wearing a new jock i purchased from daily jocks, pink pouch with blue waistband and piping. I thought it looked completely faggy and submissive which was the vibe i wanted to give off. satisfied i was primped and smooth in all the right places, i drove over to his place. 

Master jerry answered the door wearing a pair of leather chaps, and a leather vest, opened in the front showing off his hairy body. He wore a riding cap and in curled up in his hand was that devil’s tail. I noticed his furry ass when he turned around to close the front door. 

Master jerry had me follow him to his basement, in a small room, dimly lit was a fuck bench. There were straps, shackles, and a stockade hanging off it. master jerry asked me if i was ready and i nodded excitedly. As i stripped, he gathered some things, like lube, clamps, a small cat o nine tails, and a leather hood. He instructed me to mount the bench. My stomach flat on its surface, he raised it up a notch or two. then he shackled my ankles to the side, adjusting my position in the back so my ass was at the optimal height for maximum impact. Then he opened placed the hood over my head and locked it. other than nose holes, the room went completely dark, i saw nothing. He placed my head in the stockade and then my wrists and closed and secured it. i was completely immobile. 

Master jerry ran his hands over my back and caressed my ass and said my smooth skin will make a beautiful canvass. He said ever since i showed him my photos all he could think about was painting my body with his own strokes (or something along those lines, i was nervous as he spoke). I felt beads of sweat drip from my pits and then he paused. He pulled on my left tit and clamped it, it felt like alligator clamps with the sharp teeth. I moaned into the hood, and then the other tit was clamped. Although my torso was just about flat on the bench, the biting of the clamps was rough, but the saving grace was that the linking chain didn’t have much room to flail about. 

The anticipation was growing inside me. i tried not to tense as he moved that tail over my body from neck to foot. I knew what was coming, i just didn’t know when.  Then it happened, that first stroke, right across the middle of my back. “ohhh ohhh”, i cried out, not because it hurt so much, more because of the surprise element. I wasn’t ready. I was forcing myself to let my mind rest and let it happen rather than trying to anticipate when and where it would happen. It really is a mindfuck. 

Master jerry was very astute and said, “just relax. Let it happen. This is what you wanted…just let go.” his tone and words put me at ease and i fell into a meditative trance. Master jerry then used that tail on my back several blows in a row. he must have moved behind me now because the stings were hitting vertically, the first was horizontal. “mmmmm nice”, he said as i was riding the after shock endorphin rush. 

After admiring his handy work, the tail struck my across my ass, starting at the tailbone working repeatedly horizontal down to the bottom of my bottom. These blows were non-stop and rapid fire succession. My body jerked and i was paralyzed by my confines. The clamps were biting hard, too. 

I heard him drop the tail and he then reached under me and pulled the clamp chain, stretching my nips downward, really tugging on them. I couldn’t believe this was making my dick hard! Then he reached under me and pulled my balls out of the jockstrap and held them in his hand, using the small whip on them. Again my body tried to pull away but i was kept in place, and the more i struggled, the harder master jerry pulled on my nuts and beat them with the whip. He didn’t go lightly. It was glorious, excruciating pain, which is short-lived if you can make it to the other side and feel the sensations of the after burn and glow and the endorphins. I was truly flying now and master jerry knew it. 

Master picked up that devil’s tail and it danced all over my back, my backside, my thighs and ankles, even my feet. Like a masterful artist, i imagined master jerry behind me like a maestro, using the whip to make a beautiful piece of art, creating visible whip marks and turning my pale skin into shades of pink, red, and even blue/purple. I hadn’t been properly whipped in so long, i left forgotten what a release it can be. my eyes were tearing up but the emotional release is cathartic. It’s like the magic of the whip releases all out my anxiety, my stress, and allows me to release this. 

Once we stopped after a good hour or so, i’d lost track of time really, master jerry said i was such a good boy and rubbed my body down. He said my skin looked fantastic, especially the lines across my ass. he said asked if i enjoyed it and through the hood, my muffled mouth uttered, “oh yes, master, i did!”.

Then he said, just you wait to see what else this tail can do. he told me he was spraying it down to make sure it was clean and then he shoved a couple of lube fingers into my asshole. Next thing i know, the handle of the tail is inside me, it slipped right inside me. master jerry began to push it in further, and then, he paused, and i felt him insert the tail end, pushing inside along the base. I liked the way it felt, he began to slowly fuck me with the tail using the middle as a handle! 

I was moaning deliciously as i liked my hole being worked open with this thing! “you want more?” master jerry asked. “oh fuck yeah, give me more”!  My hole was growing hungrier and i was still running on the adrenaline of that whipping. I was ready for anything.  

Master jerry let go of the tail still inside me at both ends and then he pushed his hard cock in along side of it. oh that was sweet. Feeling the heat of his big dick along side the tail was truly exceptional. Then he began to thrust inside me, the tail and his cock at the same time. My eyes rolled back into my head, my cock was insanely hard, my shaft leaking on the bench, wedged between it and my pelvis.

When master jerry took the cat o nine tails to my ass as he fucked me with that devil’s tail, i couldn’t hold back a second longer. Each stroke of that whip caused my cock to jerk under me and the friction was enough to set my cock firing off and a glob of my cum pooled under me, causing the skin of my pelvis become very sticky, 

My orgasm prompted master jerry to cum as well, flooding my pried open hole with his daddy seed. He pulled out, pulled off my hood, and fed me his dick.  Oh man, that was fucking fantastic!  He asked if i liked toys in my ass and if i wanted more. I said definitely yes. i was glad to know we weren’t finished!

Again, the tail remained implanted on both ends inside my hole and then i felt more lube being pushed inside me, followed by an object of some sort. I’d soon learn it was a large butt plug, and i could feel the lips of my ass forming an “o” stretching over and around the widest part of this huge plug, master jerry punching the base through and my hole swallowed it up whole. With it now fully inserted, master jerry had manipulated the ends of the tail so they were at each side. When he began to fuck me with the tail, and that plug inside me fully, it took my breath away. Of course the tail end side was easy to handle, but the left side, where the tail’s handle was inserted was a challenge. That extra insertion took a minute or two to get used to, my hole spasmed until it crowned open more, and for someone like me who enjoys hole play as much as i do, i was on another planet!

Master jerry pulled the plug and the tail out at the same time. Then he reached over and removed the nipple clamps. The initial pain of the blood making their way back to them was hard to handle after being clamped up for so long. But i didn’t have too time to focus on that. Master jerry punched his lubed up fist right into my gaping hole. I yelped out, “oh yeah, ohhh fuck!” that plug was the perfect way to open my pig hole!

I really wasn’t expecting to be fisted that night, but i was helplessly locked up and my gaping hole must have been asking for it. in fact, master jerry would later share that he saw my hole “winking” at him, and he just couldn’t resist. Equipped with non-collapsible meaty paws, master jerry began to punch inside my rectum, only going wrist deep, i imagined my rosebud being beaten to a pulp and my pussy lips swelling as he punished me, now internally.  This was more than i could ask for. 

As his punches became more intense my cock once again grew hard and i had no chance to fight back the ultimate orgasm that followed sending even more cum into that puddle under me. i was now completely exhausted and spent. My body went limp, and my wrists and ankles were beginning to feel strained.

Master jerry wiped my hole down with a warm cloth and then he released me from the bench. He carried me in his arms to the sofa and told me to lie there as he got us some drinks. What i really enjoyed was the conversation after he let me sit for a few minutes. He wanted to know what i was thinking throughout the experience, he wanted to learn more about the emotional release, what felt good, etc. i also asked him to explain the pleasure he derives from inflicting the whip and fisting a hole. It was interesting for us to get into each others minds like that. 

As we talked, in began to feel the stinging marks all over the back of my body. I was anxious to see them. I picked up my things and we went upstairs to his bedroom where he had a full length mirror. I was able to see exactly what he had done, and i was proud of myself to withstand it long enough to reap this reward. I thanked him and hugged him and even joked that i couldn’t wait to get to the gym tomorrow so i could walk around naked!

I dressed and walked gingerly back to my car and tried to sit without too much weight on my butt! Once i was home, i stripped naked again and of course did a closet inspection of my body. Admiring the marks and bruises, no bleeding, but very visible marks and bruises. I’d been through it! I also noticed the alligator clamp bites around my still hard nipples. I began to place them in my fingers and the heightened sensitivity made my dick grow. 

The more i watched myself tweak my tits the more blood flowed down to my cock. I couldn’t resist and i jerked a load into the bathroom sink! 

It was late now so i slumbered into bed naked, closed my eyes, and passed out. i was emotionally and physically spent.

Don’t judge me.  I seduced one of the day laborers working on the maintenance/landscaping crew in my apartment complex…and it was basically my first time. 

 

I’m Patrick, but you can call me Pat.  I used to be in great shape, but things have changed now that I’m 2 years away from 50 and I don’t work out like I used to.  I’m white, 5’9” tall, 200 lbs, and balding. 

 

At 48, things have changed.  For one, I was married to a woman, Pat (Patricia), for 17 years.  And yes, we were Pat and Pat…Patrick and Patricia…  That fact made us the punchline in many jokes along the way.  We got married shortly after college and had a child 3 years into the marriage. 

 

After our daughter came home, it’s like my wife was no longer interested in sex.  I don’t think it was that she necessarily fell out of love with me, but that she was just no longer interested in sex at all. 

 

Changing diapers, being awake all night—all those things contribute to a rocky marriage. 

Over time, things just got worse.  We were basically roommates living in the same house for the benefit of our daughter.  Once she made it to high school and could basically fiend for herself, my wife filed for divorce.

 

During this time, I’d remained faithful.  I mostly jacked off while watching porn or reading erotic stories on Reddit and sites like Literotica. 

 

Eventually, I noticed I was being turned on by the men in the videos.  There was something about hard abs, a big cock plowing pussy, and the overall sexuality of the male body.

 

Fast forward and I now live alone in a one-bedroom apartment in a pretty sketchy part of town.  It’s not necessarily “the hood,” but it’s far from the suburbs where I lived with my wife before she got the house in the divorce.

 

I’d been having curious urges.

 

I ended up finally checking out some gay porn using the incognito tab option on my laptop so my history wouldn’t show up, or autosuggested domains reveal this secret growing inside of me.

 

I wanted to experiment.  Bad.

 

One afternoon I was off from work sitting at my desk watching porn when I noticed the crew of guys working outside on the landscaping and some exterior construction touch ups around the gutters and soffit.  They show up just about every other week on Wednesdays to cut the grass like clockwork.  It’s the same crew that works maintenance on the complex that is basically falling apart.  It’s pretty clean, so I don’t complain because the rent is so cheap.  I had a leak near a window and a toilet that never flushes on the first go. 

 

The boss is a white guy about my age who usually sits in his big chevy crew cab truck with the windows up in the AC while the crew, about 5 latino men, do the real work.

 

These men are hot.

 

Each of them has a natural rugged masculinity about them.  Two of them are working with their shirts off.

 

OMG.  I’m horny as hell watching them…

 

Then there’s a knock at my door.  I zip up my pants and head to look out the peephole and it’s one of the guys.

“Hello sir, we fix the frame of your window,” he said in broken English.

At first I couldn’t understand what he was saying or asking, but then after a short while I realized he was asking if he and another one of the guys could come in and access the exterior through the inside since they couldn’t reach some of the soffit with the ladder they were using.

 

“Sure,” I reply before the guy goes back to get one of his coworkers.

 

The guy at the door was pretty sexy, but the one he went to get was drool-worthy.

 

Jorge wasn’t that tall, standing at about 5’7 his skin was a tanned reddish copper tone and he was tatted all over his tight stomach, muscled chest and thick neck.  Jorge had a random tattoo on his forehead, and two tear drops under one of his eyes…and the virgin mary across one of his muscular biceps.

 

“Hola,” he said when we made eye contact.  He held out his hand to shake mine, before giving me a quick grin which exposed the missing front tooth in his smile.

 

I’d never felt this way about a man before.

I was sexually attracted to this man.  He was built like a tank wearing no shirt at this point, and jeans that were obviously 2 sizes too big for him.   The fit snug around his massive quads, but were very loose around the waist, so they sagged a little.

I showed Jorge and the guy who knocked to the living room window that they needed to reach. 

 

I couldn’t really understand why they needed to be both inside and outside at the same time, but apparently, they needed to reframe the window.  They both drilled and hammered until they got to a certain point where the other guy went back outside.

 

I stood there with my arms folded watching what they were doing, but mostly watching Jorge’s body as he reached up and over, hammered, and drilled.

 

Occasionally he would turn around and make eye contact with this nervous look in his eyes.

 

As they finished up the rough part of the work, the regular landscapers were done and that left Jorge and the first guy who knocked at the door left.

 

I walked over to where Jorge was up on the ladder, looking up at his washboard abs and the happy trail of jet black hair poking out of the top of his blue and white striped boxers that showed because the waist of his jeans were too big.

 

Once, when he looked down at me from on top of the step ladder, I looked up at him licking my lips seductively.

My heart was beating so fast.

 

Jorge looked away squinting in confusion/disgust.

 

I remained standing there looking up at him as I noticed a print beginning to form in his crotch.

 

He said something in Spanish to the other guy, who started packing up all the remaining tools and scrap pieces of drywall and wood.

 

The other guy thanked me for being patient and said they were done.

 

Damn.  I’d missed the opportunity to fulfill my desires.

 

They both left.

 

I took a quick phone call before going back to my desk to hop back on the porn train when I noticed Jorge and the other guy standing out front by the bus stop waiting.

 

I stood there watching like a voyeur until Jorge started jogging back toward my apartment building.

 

I tracked him walking all the way toward me apartment… even hearing his steps as he approached my door.

 

He knocked.

 

I was already standing at the door, but gave it a few seconds so it wouldn’t seem like that’s what I was doing.

 

I opened the door.

 

“Hey, Jorge,” I said.

 

“Yavez,” he replied.

 

Yavez? I thought to myself…

What the hell is Yavez?

 

I pulled out my phone and went to google translate.

 

Apparently, it wasn’t “Yavez,” but “llavez” which translates to “Keys” in Spanish.

 

Jorge had left his keys. 

 

I opened the door wider to let him in, laughing.

 

I helped look around for his keys to no avail.  Then Jorge started talking again in Spanish.

 

I tried my damndest to break apart what he was saying with my broken Spanish before I opened google translate on my phone once more for him to speak into it.

 

As I handed Jorge my phone to speak into it so that it would translate, his finger apparently opened a google chrome tab that had gay porn on it.  He swiped left and right trying to get back to the translator app before I even noticed it.

 

I was so embarrassed and Jorge shook his head and handed me my phone back.

 

“El bano?” asked Jorge

 

I’m not that good at Spanish, but I knew that was Spanish for “Bathroom.”

I walked Jorge over to the restroom where he walked over to the toilet and started pissing.

 

Jorge must’ve pissed for a full minute!

 

When he went to flush it, there was nothing.  I could hear him flipping the flusher to no avail, so I knock on the door and explain that the toilet is messed up so you have to flush it from inside the tank.

Jorge, speaking no English, continued to flush using the flapper.

I knocked and entered, and there he was.

 

Jorge stood at the toilet with his legs agape so his pants wouldn’t go all the way down to the floor, flexing his massive smooth, tanned glutes and tree trunk thighs.

 

He’d had his shirt pulled up and held by his chin as his long, dark, uncut burrito of a dick swung in front of him like an elephant trunk.

 

My jaw dropped.

 

I looked up at Jorge who’d locked eyes with me and mumbled “Chupa mi verga.”

 

Again, I don’t know a lot of Spanish, but I know that translates to “suck my dick.”

 

Jorge shuffled over to me as his pants were now around his ankels… still holding his shirt up with his chin, and his long baby maker swinging side to side.

 

Below his dark, flaccid dick were two lemon-sized balls that hang low.

 

I got on my knees and crawled a bit closer, taking a deep sniff taking in the strong, masculine smell of a man through my nostrils.

 

I looked up at Jorge who was now looking down at me with such desperation. 

 

I put my tongue out of my mouth and simply licked the shaft lightly.

 

Jorge trembled.

 

I then took my tongue and licked around the bottom of his cock around the inside of the foreskin.

 

Jorge took a deep breath and mumbled something under his breath.

It was clear Jorge hadn’t had this kind of attention in a while.

 

That one lick inside the foreskin, near the tip, resulted in his massive hammer going up like a flag staff.

 

While I’d never done this before, I had watched hours on hours of blow job porn, and this was my time to shine.

 

I reached up with my right hand and wrapped it around his throbbing cock.

I teased him a bit by licking up his right thigh which was muscled and solid like a tree trunk.

 

I then lifted up his cock and teased his balls with my tongue—eventually sucking each one sloppily—making gurgling/sloshing sounds.

 

His massive egg-sized balls pulled up tight as I slowly licked his shaft starting near the balls all the way to the tip.

 

Jorge was now moaning and slightly convulsing.

 

I looked up at Jorge, now biting his bottom lip while looking into my eyes.

 

I made the “O” with my lips, remembering to cover my teeth, as I took Jorge’s throbbing 8.5 inch cock into my warm moist mouth.  I could taste the salty precum as I forced the head of his cock even further into my mouth beyond the cutoff…

I held my breath as I engulfed his massive cock down my warm, wet, willing throat. 

 

And held it there…

 

As his babymaker stood lodged deep inside my throat, I took my hand and reached for his balls…

 

They weren’t there…

 

They’d pulled up to the sides of the base of his cock, and they were dancing.

 

I teared up as I continued to hold his cock in the confines of my throat…

 

My nose now buried in his pubes as he continued to mumble in Spanish.

 

When I could hold my breath no more, I allowed that massive cock to slide out my throat as it lurched spraying a rope of cum across my face hitting me in the eye, mouth and nose.

 

Then another…

 

Jorge grunted…then roared as his massive cock continued to throw rope after rope uncontrollably.

 

“Arrrrrgggghhhh…” he roared again.

 

I wiped the cum from my eyes and looked over at Jorge whose dick was still standing at attention.

 

Neither of us said anything. 

I stayed on my knees as he put his cock back in his now cum-stained boxers and pulled up his jeans.

 

There was cum on his jeans… on his navy-blue shirt he was wearing—there was cum everywhere.

 

Without saying a word Jorge walked out the bathroom, then out my front door.

 

I sat there for a moment catching my breath, then cleaning off all the cum that was on my face, arm, and even a bit on my ear lobe.

 

I walked over to that same window to peak outside the window and Jorge was boarding the bus at the bus stop.

 

Part 2 coming soon 😉

How did it ever come to this?  I shake my head unfathomably. It all seems so incredible to believe this is me now. My future.

I don’t understand how it has come to pass. How he succeeded in making this my life.

But he did. He has. And both he and I know it is right. It is the way it is meant to be. I believe strongly in male hierarchy and I was born to serve superior men. As he reminds me every day, no purpose in fighting what I am meant to be.  I should accept and embrace my status in life. Some men are born to own other men, and some men are meant to serve. Pure and real slavery, unfettered from societal norms.

We met online. Kink website. I asked for this new life, no I begged him for it. He told me to be careful what I wished for. He was right. He holds all the aces now, and it has only been a year since we first met. Serving him feels right and proper. He deserves a slave. And my rightful place is nowhere else. 

Don’t get me wrong. There are times I am afraid. The sheer desolation and loneliness of being a slave can be scary. The repetitive cycle of work. The lack of leisure. The lack of basic comfort. Companionship. An equal. I am disgusted – appalled – sometimes for doing this to myself. What would my friends and family do if they knew my life now?

But I stressed I needed it to be real. No escape. True slavery, no equality. Unfair unrelenting ownership, and that’s what I have. That’s my existence now.

I was a soldier. I correspondended with him online and then we met when I returned on leave. I spent most of my three weeks’ leave serving him in the spring, then again in the summer. He convinced me that it was natural for me to stay. Absent without leave. I don’t know if I have been missed, but I know now I can’t return to my job. My earlier life. I accept that slavery is my status for life and the harsh unrelenting life I now lead is the only option for me. I feel truly alive in a way I never could feel as a free man. I know it, and he knows it too. He benefits from my dilemma : that I need to be controlled and humiliated and taught my place in life as a beast of burden.

I am 15 years older than my owner. He is 25 years old. He is my God. My superior in every way. Even though he doesn’t have the physique that I have honed, he is my owner and master. My muscular physique belongs to him now. With my lifestyle as it is, and the absence of any junk food, it will be maintained I am sure.

My mind is clear now. No doubt. I am a slave. For life. Pure and simple.

I live in my owner’s cellar.  Always naked, the only items I ever wear now is a thick iron collar around my neck, a dull iron thick snout ring in my nostrils and a tiny metal cage locking my cock away. I used to be proud of my cock but I have come to accept I don’t have a cock any more. It’s a tiny useless nub kept locked away forever. Slaves don’t get cocks. They worship only the cock who owns them. 

When not in use, I am kept chained to the wall in the dark. Alone. Master calls it stored. I have a thin mattress but otherwise nothing. I sit or lie alone in the dark and wait until he needs me. I have no access to entertainment of any kind of course – master says a slave needs only work, service and quiet contemplation. I sleep here, and can spend evenings down here, even days locked down here when master goes away for a weekend. It’s humbling and can be the times when I most question my decision to enslave myself. My life wasted chained by my ankle to a dark wall. My humanity dulled as I have nothing to say, to think about, other than service to my owner.

I lie there and shiver in the damp cold. Running my hands over my hairless body and head, and cupping my full balls in my hands. I used to have a hairy, manly body and a full head of hair. All gone permanently as a sign of what I now am, and a contrast to my owner. I can’t ever get release in any way.

Having no capacity to cum any longer is hard, and so very unfair. I haven’t cum in months and my smooth balls are blue and visibly full. I fully expect master will never let me have a release. I ache for release but he does not allow me to ever ask for release. I am not even permitted to acknowledge that I have a cock or balls now – he says both are irrelevant to my life and should be forgotten about and ignored. They are.

Master says I am a tool. An object for his amusement and to make his life better. I work for him, I serve his needs, I worship him. In doing so I have purpose in life. He is right. Other than service, I have no meaning and I am stored away.

When master is away from home, I am locked away in the cellar. When he is sleeping at home, I have a different existence. My ankle is chained to the wall using a timer release padlock. I am usually locked away by early evening, to allow master some leisure time. Free men get to go to the pub with their mates, or watch sport on TV. Most of them don’t have a slave locked away as they do so, but master revels in that knowledge – that he has taken the simple pleasures of freedom and humanity and leisure from me. 

Master has an extensive CCTV system covering much of his house. His house is semi-rural and detached, set in its own grounds. He is wealthy from birth. My lock releases at 4am and I am expected to immediately rise. The hours between 4am and 8am – when master usually rises – are the only times I am allowed to empty my bladder and to shit. I piss squatting over a grid in my cellar. I shit outside in a bucket, and empty it into a stream at the bottom of the garden. No fuss. Master wants my ablutions out of his sight. I am a tool, not a man. I am expected then to use the coarse brush and the cold stream water to clean my arse before returning back inside. Naked, barefoot, regardless of the weather.

I return to the house and commence 4 hours of daily work, alone as the free world sleeps. Silent so as not to disturb my master. I clean every aspect of his kitchen so that it sparkles – not a dish or glass out of place, not a surface unpolished. I clean the surfaces of his living room and dining room daily and I hand wash every floor. On all 4s scrubbing and cleaning every day. This whole, repetitive routine is repeated every day. His house is spotless. I learnt the hard way that his expectations are for perfection in my work. If he finds an error – this has now become very rare thankfully – I am punished in the afternoon. Punishment involves a whipped back, a wooden implement administered to my balls and arse until they are bright red and then to be strung up outside on tiptoe to contemplate my disobedience. It is a scary and disheartening experience and it does not end until master sees the begging fear in my eyes.

I have finished my work by 8am, and my place is – when finished – to wait for my master. All of my movement is checked on CCTV by master to ensure I comply to his exacting standards. I know that and a combination of fear and desperation to please him fills my obedience. My waiting time happens in the corridor outside his bedroom. I stand facing a corner, legs spread and hands behind back. Nose to the wall. Still.

As a free man, master may rise when he wishes of course. Usually between 8 and 10 depending on his day. I am summoned by a bell. When summoned, I enter masters bedroom and crawl to the foot of his bed. I marvel every day at the comfort of his bed. He looks so warm and comfortable in his bed. A pleasure I have forgotten, I am no longer ever permitted to use human furniture.

Unless given other instructions I start with his feet. As he lies peacefully dozing, I worship his feet with enthusiasm. Slowly licking his soles, and taking his beautiful arches into my mouth to suck. Then licking clean between each toe and sucking his toes individually. I know it’s an act no true man would ever contemplate and – in my enforced chastity – my nub tries desperately to react in a way it can never succeed. I keep licking until master decides otherwise.

Usually master will then direct me to his arse or cock. His arse requires my tongue. I lick in one movement from balls to top of crack. Repeating the practice slowly and carefully until he moans in pleasure and I move to tonguing his hole deeply. If he prefers cock service, I take it in my mouth and lick around the head of his cock until it engorges and fills my mouth. The inequality of a free erect cock inside my mouth causing my imprisoned nub to quiver desperately.

Sometimes he will fuck my mouth until he explodes down my throat, sometimes he is more lethargic. Sometimes he will direct my open mouth to accept his morning farts gratefully. Everything I do kneeling by his bed, forbidden from ever enjoying the warmth and comfort of lying as an equal in his bed.

Master has a large walk in shower. I join him in it daily for two reasons. The first, to wash his body by hand. To soap up his whole body and clean him. I clean his pits, chest, arse crack and genitals. Fully, carefully, reverently. He stands and enjoys it. Then – the second reason – I kneel before him and accept his magnificent cock into my mouth. Gratefully I gulp down his morning piss. Master never uses a toilet to piss when his slave is there to drink it down. Grateful and humble and obedient.

It was just another day at the store around lunch time when a young man walked in asking if we were hiring. My boss man had already told this young man once before we were not so I told him no. Then the boss said for him to wait a minute. I had no idea that he was getting ready to retire so we would need someone to replace me when I moved up. He spoke with the young man telling him to be there on Friday for his first day. The three of us got into the delivery truck that Friday morning with the young man in the center. The next week it would just be I and Jeffrey on the delivery truck. The store we worked for originally had been a large grocery from many years past. There was the sales floor area a back stock room with a set of stairs that led up to the older original restrooms for the store. I knew when I was a young child that I was attracted to guys, having my first real experience in High school, that’s another story. 

The weather was getting warmer so Jeffrey, like me started wearing shorts to work. He was a little shorter then I was and had a decent body on him. I was instantly attracted to him when he came into the store the first time. He had that rugged rough boy look about him with a tightly trimmed beard and a shaved head. I would always stare at him getting in and out of the truck thinking how nice it would be to see him naked. I want to see all men naked I have a thing for men. We would both sweat like all in the heat and every once in a while I would be lucky and Jeffrey would lift up his shirt and I could his lovely chest and stomach. Now he was not built but was oh so fine and hot to me. I would go upstairs to the old restrooms which had 2 or 3 stalls and 2 urinals. I would dream that he would either already be up there or while I was up there peeing he would walk in and I would have a glimpse at his cock. I had fantasized about getting on my knees in that old restroom to take his cock in my mouth and send him to pure ecstasy.  Well of course that never happened, however I would go home many days to fantasize about him while masturbating.

Well the time came for the boss to retire so I was to be moved up however the new company decided that they didn’t want to keep Jeffrey on. I ended up finding another job before the company took over and we went our separate ways.

Fast forward about 3 years I had moved away then moved back to the little town that I was working in at the time. I ended up working for a private company with my own office area. Things were going good for me. I had run into Jeffrey he had fallen on some hard times. I would help him out as much as I could with different items he needed here and there. If he needed to use my computer to pay a bill or anything he would stop by the office. Early one morning I was the only one there he texted me saying hey are you at work can I stop by. Jeffrey came into the building I locked the door behind us and we headed back into my office. I had a desk and a table behind the desk that is where Jeffrey sat to use my laptop. I welcomed him into the office saying how can I help you today? Then he proceeded to tell me that his girlfriend had been cheating on him and he had lost his job he didn’t know what he was going to do other than to move back north with his family. I was disappointed stating to him man I wish there was some way I could help you out but I’m strapped right now myself. He then explained that he had an idea to post some pictures of himself on the internet to see if he could find some women that would be willing to hire him to help them out. I said sure you can use my laptop to create your ad. Wow this would be my chance hopefully when he created the ad somehow I could go back in my computer to locate his pictures finally being able to see him completely nude. 

He explained that he didn’t have any x rated pictures on his phone that he would need to make some could he do it there. I explained that he could go into the storage room to take his pictures there. The storage room was just off from my office that way if anyone else came in while he was in there I could keep them out. Jeffrey went into the storage room only to come out a few moments later saying hey my phone died may I borrow yours to take the pictures. I was in hog heaven at that point because I was for sure going to hopefully see him nude if he took the pictures on my phone. 

I unlocked the screen on my phone then opening up the camera gave it to him saying here you go. Well a few moments later he came back out stating that the phone had gone blank before he could take the pictures. Then I had the shock of my life. Jeffrey asked will you take pictures of my cock for me. I was like sure let’s go. I led him into the storage room he then went around the corner out of the way. While I was unlocking the phone he preceded to UN button his jeans then slowly unzips them right in front of me. 

Underneath that he had on a pair of basketball shorts and then his boxers. Then what I had been waiting for all this time he pulls out his cock and balls and lets them hang there. I snap a photo or two explaining you need to make some of it completely hard. He stood in front of me slowly masturbating his beautiful cock. I was in shock not believing that this was finally happening. Then I decided to go for it asking do you want to jack you off and see if it will get hard. He was like sure without batting an eye. I reached down with my hand slowly grasping his beautiful cock. I couldn’t believe it I had Jeffrey’s beautiful 7 inch thick cock in my hand. 

I continued to slow massage his cock back and forth. It wasn’t getting hard so I looked into his eyes saying would like me to suck if for you so it will get hard. He then explained you are the only guy that I would allow to put their lips on my cock. I proceeded to get down on my knees taking his cock into my mouth sucking it as hard as I could. Jeffrey stood there moaning with each trust of my lips crossing his cock. I sucked on him for a moment or two then he stopped moaning stating that he was fixing to cum. Without taking his beautiful cock out of my mouth I just mumbled uh huh. I was not about to give up my only opportunity to swallow this sexy man’s semen down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and tensed up as he shot load after load of hot sweet cum into my mouth. I stood up took the pictures, while looking at him he stated man you swallowed my load.

Jeffrey put his pants back on after I licked every drop of cum from his cock. We walked out of the room back into my office. We transferred the pictures to my laptop to create his ad. I kept those pictures on my phone for later. I didn’t hear from Jeffrey for a few months but then again he called wanting to stop by to use my computer to pay a bill. We had small talk about just everyday stuff the whole time my heart was pounding up in my throat. Should I ask him if I can suck him off again or was that a one-time occurrence? I finally mustard up enough nerve to look at him saying hey any chance I can suck your dick again. 

Looking at me to my surprise he said sure pulling down his basketball shorts and letting his cock hang out. He sat down in the chair while I got on my knees. I took his cock in my hand starting at the head slowly licking it up and down. I continued to perform oral sex on him till he screamed out I am fixing to cum. I kept my lips tight around his cock bobbing my head up and down until he shot every drop of his sweet white cum in my mouth. 

It would be almost a year before I had heard from Jeffrey we had been texting. He informed that he had moved back down and was living with some friends in a town about an hour away. I was at home late one evening when my phone dinged it was him. Hey what’s up? I said oh not much you? Then he asked what I was doing and I was just lying in bed. He said well is there any way you can get us a hotel room if I drive out to you I want to see you tonight. I have been giving it some thought and I want to be with you tonight. I had no idea what he meant exactly however I thought to myself I am going to get this boy in the shower clean him up good and have a little fun. I went as he asked to get us a hotel room. 

I impatiently waited on him to arrive. He drove up then came and knocked on room 214. I opened the door we exchanged salutations then he said well. I explained to him that for us to start off by taking a shower together. We went into the bathroom to disrobe, turned on the shower and jumped in. We both lathered each other up and this would be the first time he had seen me naked. I soaped up my hands as best I had his back facing me, I was behind him in the shower, and I opened his butt cheeks and started to lather up his crack and hole. Then after rinsing them off and I continued to soap up again then slid a finger up into his sweet little rose. He grabbed the wall and moaned as I did that. I made sure he was good and rinsed off. I got down on my knees bent him over leaning on the wall and then I stuck my tongue straight in between his ass crack and popping into that sweet little honey hole. 

Jeffrey let a loud moan saying oh yes that feels good. I then spun him around to deep throat his cock of a few moments. We finished washing off got out of the shower to dry off. I went to lay down in the king size bed that was in the room, a moment later he leaped out of the bathroom jumped on the bed. To my surprise he grabbed my cock taking it putting his lips and tongue around it. He then started going up and down on my cock I was like oh my GOD he is giving me a blow job. I flipped him around with his ass in my face, opening up his cheeks I then shoved my tongue inside him again he was moaning like there was no tomorrow while sucking my cock at the same time. 

Then a few moments later he stops turns around looks at me then leans in for a kiss. Oh I was in heaven I wrapped my arms around him pulling him closer to me our lips touching creating the most magical moment. Next thing I know he is sitting up grabs my cock in one hand pushes himself up on one leg backs up to start rubbing my cock on that sweet honey hole of his. Then in one motion he just sits down on my cock while it enters the warmest piece of ass I have been inside of. He waits a moment then begins to ride my cock. He was moving up and down and back and forth, I reached up to grab his hips to move them periodically he would stop so I could lift my body up off the bed to fuck him deep. 

I was inside of that warm hole for what seemed like an eternity, I don’t think I have ever lasted that long while inside another man. I knew he was not gay, maybe he was bi, questioning himself who knows but man was I in paradise. He just kept pumping and riding my cock then all of a sudden after many false sensations I could feel myself getting ready to orgasm and explode. The next thing I know I said Jeffrey I am getting ready to cum, without missing he beat he started riding harder. Again I said Jeffrey I am going to cum he said okay shoot it in me. OH MY GOD did he really just tell me that. A few moments later I was unable to hold it anymore I shot my load deep inside that warm ass while he just kept riding. 

I finally had to make him stop because I was so tender. We lay in each other’s arms for a moment then I proceeded to get him hard then slowly started to lick and suck on his penis. It didn’t take long for him to shoot his load deep inside my mouth. I made sure I swallowed every drop. We again laid there for a few moments me getting to touch his beautiful body and suck on his nipples. Both of us got up to get dressed he went home and so did I. I spent one other night with Jeffrey about a year late however we didn’t do anything sexually. I dream everyday about this beautiful man. He is married now with kids so I don’t mention anything about the sex we had it was just an answered fantasy of mine that actually came true.  

He had been welcoming but businesslike when I first arrived at the house, a small, comfortable bungalow he’d built for himself in the middle of a large bush block. His photo on the massage website hadn’t shown his face, but what it did show had been enough to pique my interest; mature, hairy, athletic body, nothing overdone. 

It had definitely been too long since my last massage back in the city, a pleasant memory just before everything had shut down due to Covid, and I now craved the intimacy on offer. The commercial aspect was an added incentive, putting a dispassionate frame around the engagement and giving me an odd sense of self confidence and security.

Nonetheless I was nervous as I drove up his rutted dirt drive. I had never been overly confident physically, self conscious about the weight I had gained as I had passed from middle-age to something older. I’d made sure that he knew my age in my initial communication with him, wishing to avoid any sense of disappointment, and he had been quick to reassure me that this was of no concern, which happily proved to be the case. 

We made our introductions as he welcomed me into his house and led me into the sitting room, a massage table set up with towels and other accoutrements close to hand. Telling me to undress and make myself comfortable on the table, he busied himself elsewhere, allowing me to strip off with a semblance of privacy. 

It had been a while since I’d been naked with a stranger, and the feeling was both disconcerting and liberating. When he came back into the room I was settled and relatively relaxed, only slightly disappointed to see that he’d chosen to keep his shorts and singlet on for our first appointment. Perhaps that would change at a later date.

It was quickly apparent that he was a man of few words, and as I’m not much of a chatterbox we soon fell into a companionable silence as he rubbed my back with oil and began his work, his attention to my body intense and total. 

His advertisement had indicated that he offered only two styles of massage, relaxation and sensual, and when asked which I preferred I could only chuckle and say both, which was indeed the truth. 

I relaxed into his routine, enjoying particularly those moments when some part of his body pressed against mine as he repositioned himself. Asking if I could stroke his legs when they fell within reach of my hands he murmured approval, and I took great pleasure in feeling his firm calves with their matting of dark hair. When the session gently slipped from relaxation to sensual it was a natural progression which stole upon me as if I’d been reacquainted with an old, intimate friend. 

Asking me to part my legs, his fingers travelled between my buttocks, softly brushing against my smooth ring, travelling down to knead the mound of my perineum before brushing against my balls, handling them with his accustomed gentleness. I broke the silence with a moan, deep and genuine, as his thumb worked its way into my hole, his fingers all the while massaging other parts.

When he at last asked me to roll over onto my back I had lost all sense of time, my inhibitions dissolved beneath his hands, and would happily have spent the rest of the session in this blissful state. 

For the first time since we started I could get a good look at this man who had given me so much joy, his handsome bearded face intent on my body, his hands exploring my nipples, my cock, my balls. I couldn’t easily see what he was doing to my now hard penis, but he clearly knew how to handle a foreskin, which was a  pleasant surprise.

His focus was now centred completely on my cock, the look on his face intense and thoughtful. He was very beautiful and I told him so. He was slightly disconcerted by the announcement, plucked as it had been from thin air, an almost unconscious verbalising of a thought bouncing around in my head, and which perhaps should have been left unspoken. 

But that was not my way. My 60 odd years had loosened my tongue and done irreparable damage to my usual reticence. Given the intimate nature of the encounter there seemed no reason to hide behind a facade of indifference. Besides, I couldn’t stop staring at his handsome face, and was only sorry for embarrassing him. I apologised, but his smile told me that he didn’t mind. 

When my orgasm finally came it was with surprising suddenness, swelling up from the waves of gentle pleasure that he had been coaxing from my cock for what seemed like hours, catching me unawares and drawing gasps from my overwhelmed self. His hands rode my spasms calmly, guiding me through the release until I was spent and exhausted. 

He held my cock tenderly while it softened, eventually pulling the foreskin back over the sensitive head before reaching for a cloth and slowly wiping my body down, semen, oil and sweat all gently swept away. He was in no hurry to see me off and let me lie there for as long as it took to regain my equilibrium, for which I was thankful. 

Once again he busied himself elsewhere while I dressed and got ready to leave, the exchange of money handled with a minimum of fuss. I thanked him for a very special experience and asked if he would allow me to see him again, which I think amused him. 

He put his hand on my shoulder as we said goodbye, the sweetest gesture of all from this quiet, self contained man.

It was a hot summer morning. The sun blazed in the garden, jumping with its bunnies on the leaves of apple trees, which should soon bear fruit. The nightingales sang in a flood, and a light wind leaned one of the branches of the apple tree against the window of the house.

Our hero lives in this modest house. He has already woken up, opened the curtains and is now doing exercises. It’s very ugly to spy on others, but I’m sure readers won’t mind if I take advantage of this author’s legal right to spy on my characters and show you my character in all its glory, because now is just the right time for this.

He is a tall 18-year-old with a lean build but moderately muscular. He’s not a jock, not at all. But he shows that he is taking care of his health. He has cute brown eyes. I think readers will be pleased with the fact that he practices almost naked, in some boxers. This will help us get a better look at his body, including the part of him that everyone is interested in. He is well equipped, and the short, tight-fitting boxers emphasize this well. His weighty pouch nestled comfortably between two strong long legs. I think he enjoys looking at himself in the mirror during class, and for good reason. He is still watching, enjoying his body.

Now he is crouching, and we see his juicy elastic buttocks pulled together by the fabric of boxers. Now he is in a plank position, his whole body tense, he has a sculpted torso and strong arms; in the groin area, the same pouch (with jewelry) sticks out. But he stands in an interesting pose and stretches his back and press; in the people this pose is called “cancer”, in which he looks especially good. Strong back, elastic young hot body.

And so he sat down on the sofa. So, a handsome 18-year-old boy was sitting in some tight boxers on a soft sofa, his legs apart; he was aroused from touching himself and, apparently, from his reflection in the mirror too. What he had between his legs looked impressive even through his boxers. Any girl would dream of sucking such a guy, and there would be enough guys.

Unexpectedly for me, he hit himself in the balls with his fist several times, his legs shuddered, his abs tightened, his breathing quickened. He stroked himself through the fabric of his boxers, then deftly pulled them off and tossed them aside. He took a pair of office rubber bands and bandaged his clean-shaven balls with them. Now they were securely fixed and could not avoid blows. His hand reached for the member, and he began to masturbate. With the other hand, he hit his balls.

He likes to beat himself on the testicles, and indeed, not only himself, but also other guys. He liked to feel the power over the guys when he held their balls in his fist and was ready to inflict the most hellish pain in their lives at any moment. This sense of power aroused him. Especially if he managed to saddle huge beefy guys in this way. And after he managed to capture the eggs of these jocks in his iron fist, all their strength was already useless, and they became helpless. He also did not mind when he was already held for the most precious thing. As his gonads constricted, he wondered how long he could last. Of course, such mockery of the testicles does not make any sense if you are not going to finish after this.

Each blow slammed his balls into his body, and it hurt him. Then he took each testicle in his hand and pressed his thumbs into his juicy balls. As the pressure increased, he felt more and more pain in his testicles, with every second it became more and more unbearable to endure it. He threw his head back in pain, clenched his teeth, and screwed his brown eyes shut as he breathed deeply. To drown out the pain, he began to masturbate again.

This cocktail of adrenaline and dopamine, of pain and pleasure, was to his taste. He moaned in pleasure.

The sun’s rays made their way through the branches of trees and through the window fell on his body. Now he felt good.

He forgot about everything in the world. Now there was only him, and perhaps someone else he thought about, whom he longed for. But alas, the author cannot read the thoughts of the characters, it would be an invasion of personal space. So let’s just keep looking.

He breathes deeply and heavily, moans continually escape from his chest, the sounds of jerking off filled the room flooded with summer sun. From time to time, our guy glanced at his reflection in the large mirror that stood in the room, and he definitely liked the way he looked in it. His moans became more frequent, all the muscles tensed: from his face to his chest and abs, to his buttocks and legs. His chest rose and fell much faster. His lips parted and greedily gasped for air, and his face was covered with a blush, he closed his brown eyes in pleasure

He picked up the pace, squeezing his balls harder. He was close to the end. When he passed the point of no return, he pulled his balls down and squeezed them as much as possible, making them almost flat. If not for the coming orgasm, his pain would have been a thousand times stronger. A loud moan escaped from his chest, mingled with the roar of an animal. His cock began to spew fountains of sperm, which had accumulated during the week of abstinence. It was one of the strongest orgasms he had ever experienced. After the climax, he relaxed, the sexual energy left him along with the sperm. He liked the idea that he had squeezed all the cum out of his balls. He cast his gaze out the window.

The birds sang in the garden, the leaves of the apple trees bathed in the sun’s rays, they were enveloped by a cool summer breeze. And our guy was looking at it and enjoying the view from the window with a mysterious smile.

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Thanks for reading! Author – Mykola. [email protected]

It was a boring Saturday, then my friend Bill called. So what so you want to do he asks me?  I want to make you nut in my mouth!  Oh my god, I’ll be right over he answers before he abruptly hangs up the phone.

My cock was already hard. I took off my clothes and laid down on the bed and waited.  It didn’t take him long, less than 10 minutes and I heard the back door open.

He opens the door to my bedroom and there I am,  all naked and hard.  I sit up on the bed and massage his cock through his pants as he stands in front of me.

I feel his bulge growing bigger.  Mmmm lets get those pants off I say as I undo his belt and unbutton and unzip him. I pull his pants down below his hips and they fall to the floor.  His cock is raging in his boxers.

I pull down his shorts and his cock springs up just inches once in front of my face.  That’s what I’m talking about I said as I grasped his hard rod and slowly stroked him.  Oh that cock looks so tasty I said. 

You like it when I suck your cock don’t you baby I said?  He reached out and started running his fingers through my hair as I took his juicy meat into my hot mouth.  Mmmm I love sucking your juicy cock I said. He just closed his eyes and moaned softly.

I played with his balls while I slurped his tasty cock.  Feed me you creamy cum baby, I need to taste it baby!  I reach around and squeezed his ass cheeks while I continued sucking and deep throating him.  You like to fuck my face don’t you baby?

I insert a finger up his ass and tease his swollen head with my tounge.  Oh baby shoot that juicy load down my throat baby I whispered.  Omg your such a great cock sucker he says!  Oooh I’m about to nut don’t stop he moans.

I stroke his cock in a frenzy with my mouth at the ready.  I want to watch it squirt I said.  And then the hot jets of cum started filling my mouth.  Mmmm you taste so good I say as I swallow his load then suck his cock to get every last drop.

Damn that was good he says as he sits on the bed and watches me as I start jerking myself off.  Watch me cum for you I say as I arch my back and shoot streams of hot cum into the air.  Most of it lands on my stomach and he leans down and licks up my hot mess.

Mmmm I made every last drop for you baby I say as he licks me clean.  We lay beside each other kissing and caressing each other for a while untill we get hard again.  I roll over and straddle him positioning his cock below my hungry hole.

I’m going to fuck your horny brains out I say as I take his cock into my ass.  Ride that cock he says.  He starts stroking me while I give him the ride of his life. 

Mmmm blow your wad up my ass baby I say as I ride him faster.  I started cumming and clamped down on his cock and it sent him over the edge. I felt his hot cum spray my insides while I finished milking my cum onto his stomach.

It would be fun to have a three way sometime I said? Isn’t your friend Tom Bi I asked?  Yeah, I bet we could persuade him to join us Bill answered.  Let’s call him I said.  Now Bill asked?  Yeah, why not I replied?  Invite him to come over to go swimming in the pool,  we’ll just wait here naked for him I said.

Bill picked up the phone and dialed.  The hook was baited and he was on his way over.  Omg this is so fucking hot I said.  I can’t wait. Let’s take turns sucking his cock to get things started when he gets here.

About 15 minutes later I here a knock on the door.  Come on in Tom, Bill yells.  Where are you guys at Tom shouts?  In here I answered.  The bedroom door opens and we are both naked and hard laying on my bed.  What’s this Tom asks?

We decided to have a 3 way instead of swimming I said.  Tom stood there dumbfonded as he stood there watching us lay there playing with each others cocks.  We could see Tom was getting hard in his shorts.

Get naked and join us Bill said.  What the hell Tom said as he stripped down in front of us.  Omg Tom, nice cock I said. He must have been at least 8 inches. Tom sat down between us on the bed and Bill and I went into action.  We both on our knees and and started running our tounges on his cock. Our tongues lapped each others as we licked his cock together.

I started stroking Tom’s cock and Bill started sucking him.  We alternated, taking turns sucking his giant cock. Tom started panting, clearly he was about to squirt.  We kept alternating and then we hit the mother load.  We both got a good portion of his sticky load. 

We kissed and traded his cum back and forth while he watched us enjoy his ejaculate.  Damn dudes that was hot Tom said.  Bill stradled Tom’s chest with his nuts just above Tom’s chin.  I got behind Bill and and snaked my way up his love tunnel.

As I fucked Bills hot hole he stroked his cock as it extended out over Toms face. I grabbed Bills hips and started pounding my cock into him.  I’m going to cum I yelled as I began cumming up his ass.  Just moments later Bill cums on Toms face and rubs his sticky cock all over Tom’s lips.

Just then I look over and my mom is standing in the door way watching us.  Mom, your home early I said as I turned beet red.  Yeah, looks like I missed all the fun she said.  Next time I expect an invitation she said grinding her crotch with her hand.

It must have been such a sight.  My cock was still up Bills ass and Tom had cum all over his face with Bills cock still throbbing above his face.  Yeah, we are going to have alot of fun together boys my mom said as she walked out and closed the door!

Happy Horny New Year to all my Horn Dogs! 

Stephen and I were very privileged in that we both had a few friends which we got on very well. Stephen had his former army colleagues amongst his pals but also some really hot and very sexy guys who I also liked and had the good fortune to experience together. We had during the summer, all our best friends down to stay with us and I hired a yacht to sail us all over the Isles of Scilly for a couple of nights. Stephen’s friends, Mile and Carl, and Chris got on well with my friend Newton. Newton has never settled down with a guy. He loves playing the field and he is a very handsome, sexual and gregarious man. We’d met on a flight from London to Montego Bay when I was travelling to Jamaica to work for two years. He’d spotted me checking in at Heathrow, and arranged to have a seat next to me. I was delighted to have this handsome built Jamaican sitting next to me and even more pleased when he made a pass at me at 40,000 feet.

Our friendship completed that same evening in my hotel room in Montego Bay and continued during my work in the beautiful island nation at my temporary home at Lucea, (pronounced Lucy as in the girls name), when he was back in country to meet his parents. We stayed in touch after I was seconded to Mozambique and to the South West Pacific and beyond, and our friendship remained, though we had never even thought of a relationship together. Newton just loved playing the field, though he was always generous enough to share some of them with me at times when I was about. I was delighted to have him stay with me in Cornwall and we met often when I was working in London.

Just before Christmas Newton called me on my WhatsApp Video phone to wish Stephen and myself season’s greetings and asked if we had plans to come up to London. Our plans for the holiday were set. Christmas with my family and then Stephen and I were to drive to the North of Scotland for Hogmanay with his parents, who we had not been with for nearly three years. Newton was understanding and asked if we might pass through London on the way back. I was sceptical as it would add to what was already a long journey back to West Cornwall.

Then Newton surprised me announcing that he was not alone and that he had a special guest that he’d like to introduce me to. Knowing Newton, it would be a good looking guy who was staying with him for a couple of days before being dumped for a long while. He moved the phone around to show a handsome olive skinned, face, with thick black tidy medium length hair, very dark eyebrows and eyes, an aquiline nose, medium mouth with very sexy kissable lips. Newton announced that this was George, a Greek guy living in Belgium.  He gave me a small wave and a quiet, shy-ish hello. They had met in a gay night club in Brussels and danced the night away and spent the rest of the weekend, horizontal jogging with each other and jogging in many other positions; facts that didn’t surprise me in the least.

Newton moved the phone cam so I could see them both. I could now tell that they were both shirtless. I was asked what I thought about George and I said what I initially thought that he was a handsome number. I was teased by being asked if I wanted to see more. Being the sex pig that I am, of course I did. Newton told George to stand up, and as Newton also stood up, I got a glimpse of a pleasantly smooth and muscled body for a moment. George was a good four inches shorter than Newton, who is my height. The phone was adjusted so I could just see George and Newton panned the phone over the arms and chest of the man. He wasn’t as muscled as Stephen and me or Newton, but there was development there.

Again Newton asked what I thought. Then he asked if I wanted to see more. Of course I did and he asked George, who was extremely eager to please to turn around. He was trim, especially at the waist, with no excessive fat at all and he had a decent back. Lowering the camera lower Newton showed off the guys butt. I was a little surprised but delighted. George had a backside that any hot blooded gay man would love, and he had  a small but very sexy low tan line, as if he was used to wearing French style swim wear, and not the full blooded American style Speedo’s.

Now knowing that George was naked, I wanted very much to see what he had hanging. Newton didn’t disappoint, encouraging George to turn to face the phone, George was covering his crutch with his hands. I could just make out small, slight abs, and I was satisfied that there was no belly on the guy. He was decently fit. Newton was constantly asking if I liked what I saw, and he swung the camera onto himself, and flashed himself at me. I’d know him for so long and had been so intimate with him so many times that I knew just how big he was and that he was the equal of myself. He held the camera steadily at his cock and then George’s cock came into view alongside my friend’s meat. The Greek guy was massive. I was disbelieving at first, thinking it was a joke dildo but concentrating on the view I could see it was for real.

I could feel my cock beginning to grow in response. The next thing that happened was Newton moving away from the phone for a second and re-appearing to suck on the Greek guy’s extraordinary cock. It was a shame that Stephen wasn’t with me as I was sure he’d be as excited as myself.

Newton didn’t stay sucking on the cock for very long and stood up, grinning at me into the camera, his eyes saying it all, at the delight at his friend. I knew what he was going to ask. What did I think?

George was longer and thicker than Newton and I was wondering if he was the equal of Stephen or even bigger. The fucking thing was beyond massive. The first thing I said was that I needed a photo to show Stephen as he’d have to see it to believe it. Newton said it was not a problem. At the end of the call, he’d send some for me.

The camera was adjusted to sit on a stand or propped up somehow and I could see both guys sitting down together and slowly jacking off each other.

 I asked George what was his occupation. He worked at the European Union Commission as a civil servant in the transport directorate. He was twenty five years old, and an only child. He was gay and single. One Hundred percent he told me, and was very versatile and liked to play the field. He liked fucking just as much as being fucked. Now I was getting really hard and my mind was working overtime. I would have loved to have both Newton and George in bed with Stephen and me. I said to Newton that he must try to come down to Cornwall with George in the New Year and that I would talk to Stephen about dates. I wanted that handsome and uber-hung guy with Stephen and myself in our bed.

I heard Newton’s very distinctive doorbell ring, and he got up to answer the door, leaving George alone on the camera, and he made the heart shaped gesture at me and then stroked his cock and blew me a kiss. Newton came back to the camera and announced that he had another guest arrive and that he’d have to close. I just hoped that he’d remember to send me that photo of George to show Stephen. We wished each other a good night, and I knew that Newton was all set for a blast of a night and wondered who the lucky guy was joining both my good Jamaican friend and George.

I had an erection that needed attention, but I had no idea when Stephen would be returning home from his work, and I determined to hold off until we were together and chat about Newton’s call, hopefully with some evidence of what had happened and what I saw.

Ten minutes or so after the call had ended there was a buzz on my phone. Newton had kept his word and there was a full body shot of George standing three-quarters from the phone showing off that amazing cock. A few moments later Newton had texted me; ‘You’ll love the next photo’. Sure enough the next photo had my eyes wide open. It was a photo of a double fucking. The lower cock must have been George as it was so vast, and easily identifiable was the upper cock which I recognised as Newton’s, ‘Pride of Jamaica’, as he has nicknamed his dick. Both guys balls were hanging low, but the bottoms hole must have been totally stretched. I was pawing my cock when another photo was delivered. This time it was of George on his back, easily identifiable, with a huge cock in his arse and his own massiveness laying against his belly at least a couple of inches above his bellybutton.

Finally, I received a small video showing George, just wearing a T-shirt, swinging his dick around in what’s called the helicopter blade, and he was grinning from ear to ear. Lastly I had a text again from Newton. “Enjoy – we certainly will tonight. Let me know what Stephen thinks”.

I knew Stephen would be interested; it was just a case of how to present him the case. I certainly was very excited by what I had seen and Newton’s news that the guy was versatile was really splendid news.

Stephen arrived home exhausted. He’d been to Cheltenham leaving very early that morning. It’s a four hundred mile round trip – a lot in one day including his meetings. I was bursting with the news but took care of my man, preparing him some supper whilst he had a recovering shower.  I knew better than to ask him about the meetings, understanding his work for the government was classified, and asked about the journey. He looked at me with that knowing eye of his.

“You’ve been up to something, haven’t you”.

I vehemently denied it.

“Come on Gerren, I know you and your looks. What has happened”.

I came out with it, slowly at first.

“Newton video called me earlier this evening”.

“How is he”?

“He sends his Christmas Greetings and he’s the same old horny guy we know and love”.

Stephen wasn’t fully convinced.

“And”?

“I passed on our regards and told him we are fit and well and looking forward to our festivities here at home and in Scotland”.

“And”?

“He asked if we could visit London on our way back from the far North and I apologised and told him that it would add too much to our journey home”.

“Hmmm. OK, and”?

“He had a new friend with him”.

Stephen was going to have to drag it out from me.

“Yes”.

“I was introduced on the phone cam”.

“So”?

“A tasty guy, Greek working in Belgium. Very handsome”.

“Come on Gerren I know there is more”.

“The Greek guy is called George. Well they were naked together. The guy is not really built but has a decent body. I wouldn’t say no for sure, and I’m sure you’d be interested”.

Stephen gave me a quizzical sideways turn of the head, and relaxed at the table, sitting back in the chair and stretching his long legs forward. I stared at his crutch.

“So they were naked together, so you must have seen what was hanging”.

“I did after a look at the most delicious backside. Very fuckable I’d say. I’m sure Newton has had a few rides in there; they stood together, and I’d say the guy is at least four inches shorter than Newton”.

“So a short guy! Nothing objectionable about that; from what I recall about Newton, this George character must be about 5 foot ten or 6 foot”.

I nodded.

“Want to see what’s hanging then”?

Stephen really woke up now. “You saw it? You got a photo”?

“And a Video”. It was obvious that Stephen was getting hard. The movement in his shorts was evident. He beckoned to me. “Come on hand over the phone I want to see”.

I entered my password into my phone and opened up my WhatsApp and passed it to my husband. He looked at the first photo, the three-quarters body shot and gave an approving nod, then the scrolled down and almost dropped the phone.

“Never”! he called out. “Come on that has got to be Photoshopped”.

I assured Stephen that I had seen it next to Newton’s Pride of Jamaica and he was much larger. I pointed to the screen and told Stephen there was more. Looking at the image, Stephen’s eyes where almost like a cartoon character’s eyes when seeing something it really liked.

The double fucking photo. I told Stephen that I thought that the much larger cock fucking in the lower position must be George’s.

Stephen widened the screen to get the close up of the action. The top fucker was huge as well and black and obviously Newton. “I’d love to know who the bottom was taking those massive cocks”.

I told Stephen that I’d have wanted to be the guy taking the photo of the action.

Stephen was now grabbing at his cock as it stretched towards the left leg of his shorts. His cockhead would be exposed soon.

Stephen moved to the next photo, of George on his back his erection fat and going beyond his navel by at least two inches. Stephen was adjusting his shorts so that his cock was clear of the material and was jacking.

I was smiling, but a moment later I was beaming as Stephen caught the video of George swinging his massive meat around in the helicopter move.

As I had done alone earlier, Stephen was scrolling the photo’s around and around on the phone and jacking himself. He stood up and walked me over to our lounger his cock swinging to and fro as he walked. Before he sat down he removed his shorts totally freeing his cock and balls, and sat down with his legs wide apart.

“Newton tells me he’s versatile, and enjoys a good fucking as well as to fuck”.

Stephen was hooked. “A shame that we couldn’t pass through London on our way home from my parents, but do you think we could get the guys to come down here”?

“I was thinking the same”. I admitted, “but we’d have to check when they could both come here for a long weekend.

“Could we call Newton now”? Stephen was eager, stroking himself.

I considered it. “Newton did have another guest arrive as I was talking to him, and knowing the guy he could still be at it”.

“How long ago was that”?

“About two hours or so”.

Stephen reached over and gave my nipples a tweaking, looking in my eyes and whispered “Go on call him now. He won’t mind. There could be some fun to be had and I’ve had a long and tiring day”. He compounded the idea by licking my ear and nuzzling my neck. “Go on call the fucker, and let’s hope the guy is still there and I get a good look at that giant horse cock”.

 Of course I wanted to call Newton. He had asked me to report on Stephen’s reaction and why not now”. I sent a text first. ‘You up for a chat with Stephen and me’?

Within thirty seconds, my phone rang and Newton came up on the screen, now really sweating.

“Hey my friend, any reaction”?

“There most certainly is, he’s got his monster out and jacking right next to me now. What’s happening with you”?

“I left the guys fucking to make this call. George is being rammed by Mattias, Do you remember him”?

Oh yes I certainly did. He was the cutest guy, from Estonia, with a great humpy muscled body, golden flaxen hair, the deepest of blue eyes, about 29 or 30 years old, a talented throat, an absolutely insatiable backside and a constantly decent sized cock that was always hard. He was one of Newton’s regulars as opposed to many who turned up to be fucked rotten and put aside immediately afterwards.

I also immediately thought of Mattias fucking George. I’d have loved to have seen the opposite. I was wondering if the handsome Estonian would be able to take the Greek’s ginormous cock, I’d have loved to have just seen that and what Newton would have been doing at the same time.

“So what does your gorgeous husband think of George”?

Stephen took the phone from me, and spoke. “We must fix a date for both of you guys to come down here for a long weekend and as soon as possible into the New year”.

Newton greeted Stephen with a huge smile. “Yeah, we must. It’s a pity you guys cannot come to London”.

There was an apology but Stephen’s work was just too important to take off extras time plus the length of the journey.

Newton asked a favour of us. “Guys, please don’t talk about your height if you chat with George. He’s totally into very tall men like you. It’s a massive turn on for him and when we meet I want it to be a huge surprise”.

We promised, though I wondered if he had gauged my height during our earlier video chat. Newton was assuring that he had only seen the top of my body, and was very interested in fucking with me. He had not yet seen Stephen but Newton was determined that the moment could wait.

“Talking of fucking, I need to get back to the animals next door. Let’s arrange a date soonest”. He stood up and lowered his phone to flash his ‘Pride of Jamaica’ at us and left us alone.

We chatted about what could happen. Stephen reminded me that Chris was coming to stay for a week in January. He checked his calendar on his phone. 14-22 January.

Would we want to avoid Newton and George coming here at the same time? Newton had met and experienced Chris before with us. Would Chris object to having others stay whilst he was here. It was an easy question to answer. He’d love it.

It was something we were going to have to engineer, even if we’d have to re-arrange the dates Chris was going to be with us.

We were both extremely horny and needed to do something about it. I asked Stephen if he could wait until we were in bed of if he wanted to get off with me there and then. He paused. Still stroking his dick, he looked me in the face. “Let’s get up to the bed and get each other off”. We chased each other up the stairs, Stephen trying to divest himself of his shirt with difficulty, as usual his sleeves way too tight over his biceps and I had to help him roll the shirt down off his arms as he and I were glued to each other kissing each other deeply which didn’t help. When free of each other he announced that he needed a shower and headed to the bathroom. Stripping myself free of my clothes, I joined him in our double headed shower, and we cleaned each other before he pushed me to my knees making me worship his hugeness as the water cascaded down his fantastically sculpted body. As always, I was turned on by the sight of his massive body and obeyed my husband as he asked me to suck on his balls.

As I took them individually in my mouth, He was using both his fists to jack on his cock, using them as if it was some guys fuck shute and he was holding his head back into the water from the shower head, which then fell off his chin and bull neck, and down his chest and abs before falling onto my face as I licked and sucked his balls. One thing I was able to do in spite of not being able to take more than just over four inches of his cock was to take both of his balls in my mouth at the same time and run my tongue around them. This always pleased and excited Stephen and I loved it as I could see the full extent of the length of his humongous fat cock above my face when he would let go of it for a few seconds. It was always better when I could see another guy sucking on his cock at the same time, but that was a luxury unavailable this night.

I was however, able to reach around and feel his rock hard arse cheeks and move around to rub his abs and chest. He called out to me to work his nips. Yeah, I love teasing and working his nips as I get a great reaction when I do so. Pinching, twisting, and pulling on them, I felt his knees give way. Still licking both his balls in my mouth, I sensed that they were tightening, and the speed of his jacking increased. “He called out to me.

“Harder, work them Harder!”

I did so, almost like a pianist doing opposite things with different hands, gently playing with one nip whilst furiously working the other and then changing around the action on each. He gave me a warning that he was close. I moved my tongue to stretch out of my mouth to lick at his perineum, that wonderfully sensitive area of skin between the balls and the arsehole with the piss tube on its way from your balls and bladder to your dick. I pushed hard against it, and Stephen’s double handed wanking changed to single handed and he pushed my head against his balls. He was jacking so hard now that his balls were in danger of being pulled out of my mouth and his fist was almost hitting my nose.

“Yes! it’s coming”. He called out to me. I pulled and twisted his nips hard, squeezing them as hard as I could between my thumb and index finger, and pushed my tongue as hard as I could against his piss tube. He called out loud the fist orgasm, and I felt the rush of the first stream of cum pass from his balls against my tongue and caught the first stream fly out of his cockhead across the shower onto the near-by wall. Then a series of five or six more pulses pulsating against my tongue as more streams of cum shot through his cock to liberation from his balls. As each shot passed by Stephen’s weight pushed down against my head, but he used his hand hold me in place to support me.

Still the water fell down his body and onto my face. His body de-tensed as his orgasm subsided, and he gently allowed my head to fall away from him releasing his balls from my mouth. He let go of his cock which towered above my head. I released my tight grip of his nipples, and he gave a shudder of relief. Slowly his cock lost its erection if not it’s hardness and it came to rest against my forehead, with a small dribble of cum still attached to the flesh. Stephen lifted up his monster at the base by his balls by a couple of inches, and let it drop back onto my face, repeating the action beating my head with his heaviness, and smearing my face with the remains of his cum. Then he moved back slightly from me looking down on my wet face sliding his cock back against my nose until the massive head was against my lips.

With a huge sexy smile on his face, he told me to clean him. I was so happy, taking in his shiny glans into my mouth and licking it clean, tasting the sweetness of his sperm and looking up at my magnificent husband, the man I adored, and seeing the darker blond of his hair, now that it was wet, and the shower water falling down his musculature, but most of all the look of satisfaction and love on his face.

Later in bed, we sucked, rimmed, kissed, and licked each other before I fucked him for nearly an hour as we fantasised about the two of us with Newton, George and Chris. In the New Year, we were really going to make a great effort to get our friends with us at the same time. By God, we were going to have some fun.