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Three young men, all around 21, are naked in a monastic cell, sucking and fucking as if their life depended on shooting ropes of jizz in their partner’s ass or mouth. François, Mathieu and Pierre are among the eleven novices aspiring to become a priest and a member of the Congregation of the Oblates of Mary Immaculate. Their year of noviciate will end by solemnly taking vows of poverty, obedience and… chastity.  

The year is 1967. Canada marks the 100th anniversary of Confederation, the act by which provinces united to form a federal government. A host of celebrations are held from cost to cost, from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean. The most outstanding event is the 1967 International and Universal Exposition, commonly known as Expo 67, held in Montréal from April 27 to October 29. François, Mathieu and Pierre are from Ottawa, the nation’s capital, and drive to Montréal, two hours away, anxious to visit the various pavilions of Expo 67, some around the theme Man and his World, others representing over one hundred states. They spend the last two weeks of August in Montréal, en route to the oblate noviciate in Richelieu, officially called Noviciat Notre-Dame-du-Rosaire.  

In spite of their age, 21, François and Pierre have never had sexual contacts with a women or a man. Their virginity seems natural as they aspire to religious life. Mathieu, on the other hand, has always been attracted to guys, and has regularly engaged in man-to-man pleasure. Living in the closet as most gay men in the 1960s, he has kissed, sucked, rimmed, fucked and been fucked in dark alleys, secluded parks, abandoned barns and pick-up trucks. His 8-inch cut meat has opened many doors, so to speak. The ass of a man, straight or gay, easily gets his attention, especially when wrapped in tight faded Wrangler jeans.

François, Mathieu and Pierre met in high school, at a boarding school run by the Oblate fathers. They continued on to get a bachelor’s degree from Ottawa University. Based on comments that Mathieu makes about men in a bar, François and Pierre have a hunch that their friend is homosexual. They put that in the back of their mind because they appreciate his good nature, his humor and his companionship. And he’s dead gorgeous! As soon as François, Mathieu and Pierre are accepted at Notre-Dame-du-Rosaire for a one-year period of prayer, meditation and courses on the history and accomplishments of the congregation, they must choose a spiritual director who will guide them in their vocational journey, and give them absolution for any sin. Mathieu chooses Father Guindon, treasurer of the noviciate, because he doesn’t seem too stuffy and because he’s rather handsome. He meets his spiritual director once a week for a religious pep talk, and once a month for confession.      

Father Guindon is a cool man who doesn’t wear his cassock when he works in his office or greets Mathieu. His pants are not tight but seem to wrap an interesting bulge. After a month of meetings, he clarifies the situation: “Mathieu, you don’t need to confess sins of impurity like masturbation. It hurts no one. I see it as a way to remove tension. And we both know that it provides pleasure.” On that note, Mathieu rubs his crotch and feels his cock getting damn hard. An immediate complicity sets in, and both lower their zipper to pull out a pulsing dick. “You have the biggest penis I have ever seen, Mathieu! Let me give you a hand and feel free to reciprocate.” Father Guindon’s rod is uncut, not very long but quite thick. They massage each other’s shaft until the sap boils up. “Please cum in my mouth, says Mathieu as he kneels down; I want to taste your holy man juice!” Father Guindon shoots a creamy load into the novice’s throat and then receives a French kiss while jerking him off to a full blast.

“You have some experience and some hidden talents. I will guide you spiritually, and you can guide me sexually. This obviously remains between us, my blessed angel.”

The Father Superior of the Noviciate explains at length the vows of poverty, obedience and chastity. An Oblate as a roof over his head and food on his table, but does not receive a penny for his work. His salary, as a pastor or a teacher for example, is given to the congregation. An Oblate never questions an order from his superior. He obeys humbly and respectfully. The vow of chastity means giving up the natural goods of marriage, physical/sexual intimacy, and children. François, Mathieu and Pierre interpret this vow of celibacy as simply not having a wife and kids. Physical/sexual intimacy is another ballgame, so to speak, especially if you like licking a guy’s crotch. Mathieu dreams of playing with François and Pierre’s balls, cock and ass.

One night, Mathieu goes to pee and on his way back he hears moans of pleasure filtering through Pierre’s door.  He discretely opens it and sees his friend jerking off a pink weiner. Startled, Pierre hides under the cover, but Mathieu reassures him: “It’s natural and when it’s done with another guy it’s pure delight. Your dick is stiff and mine is hard as rock. We finally get to play together.” Pierre is overwhelmed by the size of the cock which is agitated around his mouth. He has never sucked a dick, but it feels like the most natural thing to do. He timidly licks the rod, presses his lips to the mushroom, and engulfs the joystick inch by inch. “I don’t know what’s it like to suck a woman’s breast, but pumping your mammoth tool is heaven on earth. I have to catch up for lost time, so you are welcomed to drop by as often as you like.”

The novices have manual work to do and François is assigned to clean the toilet and shower area. He is often the last to complete his chores. Since he gets wet scrubbing the shower tiles, he wears his bathing suit which fits a bit tight. Mathieu has noticed how François’ ass is wide and probably as hairy as his stomach. He gets a hard-on just imagining the fucking fun in stock for him. He sneaks from behind, completely naked, and presses his bazooka against the watermelon butt cheeks. François lets out a fake moan, certain that it’s his gay friend who dreams of buggering him. “I was wondering when you were finally going to show up, eager to stick your huge cock in my fat ass! I want you to plow my butt. I want is so bad it hurts.” Mathieu pulls down the bathing suit and revels over a fury crack. He applies a bit of soap on his rod and pumps François with swift and brutal experience. Each thrust comes hard and deep, his balls slapping heavily against the hungry butt. When Mathieu is ready to explode, he pulls out to squirt his jizz on the rosebud and in the crevasse. Kneeling down, he licks the creamy nectar, swallows half of it and holds the rest in his mouth to French kiss François. “My idea of holy communion!”

Mathieu now has regular dates in the heart of the noviciate: jerking off Father Guindon, face-sucking Pierre, ass-fucking François. Sins of impurity do not cross the mind of the three novices because there is no question of carnal knowledge with a woman. In their opinion, pleasure between men is blessed by God. One month, instead of going to confession, Mathieu proposes docking with Father Guindon. His spiritual director has no idea what the novice is talking about, but gets pretty excited when Mathieu pulls the priest’s foreskin over his cock and rubs the long tube until both burst strings of white gold. They seal their virile fun with a wet kiss.

In the Catholic religion, Easter Sunday is the most important feast. It commemorates the resurrection of Jesus-Christ. It is the climax of Holy Week, starting with Palm Sunday onto Good Friday, the celebration of Jesus’ crucifixion. In 1968, Good Friday falls on April 12th and Mathieu wants it to be a date that will go down in the history of the Noviciat Notre-Dame-du-Rosaire. He convinces Father Guindon to meet him along with Pierre and François. What the priest doesn’t know is that he will be “crucified” by three sex-driven novices.

As soon as the bedroom door is closed, everyone gets naked and sports a hard-on. They form a tight circle and have their cocks engage into a wild fencing match. Cut or uncut, slim or fat, the four dicks leak precum, a sign that a more robust, more penetrating action is in order. Bed sheets are removed and the mattress is dragged on the floor. Father Guindon is ordered to position himself so that Pierre can suck his dick while François’ cock is shoved in his throat. Mathieu kisses his spiritual-sexual director and starts slapping his buttocks. He then goes behind to slide his rod in the crack, darting the fuck hole with his thick mushroom. Using saliva, he lubricates the knob and all 8 inches of his shaft. Amid moans of oral sex pleasure, Mathieu starts penetrating the begging fuck chute. Father Guindon encourages the trio with various cries:

“Pump that man juice, quench your thirst!”

“Shoot your jizz deep inside my throat!”

“Plow my love canal and empty your junk in my trunk!”

“Crucify me, heavenly boys!”

I think it can be agreed upon that both Tavarres and I went much further than we should have, given our fragile situation. We were boyz for Christ Sakes! We had been boyz since we learned to holler back at each other from our wooden prisons, or at least since we were pupils at Mrs. WandaMamma Preschool and Daycare Center. We went to school together, fighting over girls and sharing identical report cards. We even graduated together. Not like we graduated on the same day, but like he was literally right behind me when I went to grab my diploma because he was right there grabbing his. We even followed each other to the same historically black college and hooked up with a set of twins that was actually a part of a set of fraternal triplets. Because our girls were girlz and we were boyz, we all thought it would be cost-effectively fly to have a double wedding and be each other’s best man.

There was hardly a time we weren’t on the same page. Well, there was that brief moment in time when we considered pledging for different fraternities. Thankfully I got him to see if a man can’t be the Alpha of the tribe, he might as well Omega his butt back home.

We definitely had our good times, but we also went through our bad times together, too, seeing each other through just about everything. I let him crawl under the sheets with me when I found out that he was dumb enough to still believe in monsters. I hopped into bed with him when the loud thunderous clap of lightening scared the bejesus out of me. When his mom got laid off from her factory job and their cupboards were bare, we broke bread like we were brothers tossing peas at each other head. When it was a hard go at home, between my dad and stepmom, Tavarres just let me sit up in his room and play video games for hours on end, letting me be and working through the divorce on my own. I squeezed his hand at the gravesite when his baby sister lost her battle to Leukemia. And he let me sob like a baby in the back of his raggedy old Crown Victoria, when just the day before I was getting ready to meet my mom for the first time in my life for her to lose her life out there in the streets.

Even after we got through all that we still ended up shedding a few more tears together. First, when we found out we were swindled out of our life savings through a faulty business deal, and again, later on that day when we found out the duplex we were renting was robbed. If that wasn’t enough, after Tavarres and I started up a successful landscaping business, my wife had the nerve to take part of my fortune in the divorce only for it to come out that his wife, my ex-sister-in-law, was cheating on him with a washed-up basketball player stunting out the last of his NBA contract money.

I wasn’t worried about him, though. We both could’ve done better than we did but looking back on it we were so caught up in being brothers through marriage that none of the other stuff really mattered. So, as his best friend and former brother-in-law, I wasn’t the least bit surprised that after his divorce proceedings went through that Tavarres snagged him up a model on his way out of the courthouse, unlike me who made it rain with some of my rap connections at the local strip club.  

No homo, but speaking straight up on the real, the real reason I wasn’t worried about him was because my boy Tavarres is nothing more than a doe-eyed pretty boy with this long curly hair that the ladies all seem to go goo-goo gaga over against his very bright and shiny fair skin. Add to that being a hopeless romantic, I should’ve known that only he could turn a rebound into a second marriage. I tried talking some sense into him without crossing boundaries, but after he assured me he got her to sign a prenup, I was good.

I felt like he upgraded for the both of us when he married Carolyn on the shores of Hawaii. But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t blown out of the water when he mentioned precariously that he was still warming up to the open marriage thing when he took the number of some flirtatious waitress who seemed turned on by his new wedding ring. He wasn’t ecstatic about sharing his new bride with other men but being that she was so generous about offering up some of her phyne model friends, he wasn’t boohooing too badly. Especially the way she seemed to get off on him getting off. And with him giving her a short list of men to get it on with (which ironically most of them were high-profile athlete), he mocked that at least he knew what his wife was up to this time.

He spent months trying to convince me that everything was okay in his world. That he was having the time of his life screwing all these magazine girls. He might’ve fooled everyone else with his bragging, but all I had to do was look into his eyes and see there was a sad story behind him. This was especially true when he spent those quiet nights laid out on my couch, acting like he hadn’t a house to go home to. I guess those nights were catered to her and her lovers, which he was “glad” to point out whenever they made it on television promoting one thing or another.

Then one day, out of the clear blue, he showed up on my doorstep with the cheesiest grin plastered across his face, telling me his wife wanted to be with a regular guy. That she wanted to have a threesome with the both of us. I could see he was a little hurt I wasn’t nearly as excited about the proposition as he was, given we were boyz and all. I guess my thing was that while he had a hot wife, she was still his wife. We fought over the same girl, not fucked them.

After a few weeks, after they assured me they were totally cool with the whole thing, I eventually got used to the idea, too. On one end, I was kicking myself that the two of us didn’t think about doing anything like this back in college. So rather than marrying a couple of tramps, we could’ve had a real bonding experience in a foursome with our twins. On the other end, I was a little bit curious of where Carolyn would rank me amongst her athletic conquests.

As rightfully suggested, before the three of us even entertained the idea of a threesome, Carolyn and I needed our own time as man and woman. I thought I was going to be able to get it in and get it off the first time around, simply because I was a man that was weak for nookie. But the mental block came down on me hard the second we climbed out of our clothes. Even with Tavarres’ blessing, it still felt wrong. This was still his wife. Maybe it was because I was standing right there with her when my boy decided to dedicate his life to her. After a few flings, though, over here and over there, I started to feel like my piece was putting claims on that red snapper.

The night came, and I just “happened” to walk in on the two of them making out in their bedroom. I came behind her, and we got to it. The three of us had a great time, but I think for Tavarres and I we were surprised how naturally things came to us. Not that we fucked or anything like that, because it stayed mostly about his wife, but it sort of spooked us the way we were looking at each other from time to time like we were the only ones in the room. The electricity we felt when we reached out and touched the other’s dicks. The comfort we felt rubbing our hairy balls together taking care of two neighboring holes. What I won’t ever forget was when his wife was in my lap, riding it out like a champ, and he was standing in front of me feeding her his bone with his round ass in front of me that I couldn’t fight the urge of nuzzling my face between his honey-glazed cheeks.

I didn’t eat him out. I just breathed warm air over his hole causing him to heave, leaving Carolyn to believe she had upped her game.

I think we both knew we crossed some kind of ethnical line, when I came between her legs and he came in her mouth only for the both of us to enjoy the sloppy seconds of the other, enjoying the warmth and goo left there by the other.

We probably spent the next couple of hours after that dozing in and out of catnaps, looking past his snoring wife at the other playing sleep, pretending we didn’t share some kind of connection when we snuck off downstairs to raid the refrigerator.

“You don’t think Carolyn would mind us leaving her like that?” I asked with the innocence of a two-year-old boy.

“The way we put her lights out, she’ll be down ‘til morning.” He said grabbing both a creamy light-colored pie and some protein shakes.

We started eating some of the pie. And because we were sitting across from each other for the first time without the sex, for me it was like I was looking at him in a whole different light. It wasn’t like I wanted to do him then and there as much as it was the settling of seeing my boy naked, which after all we went through flustered me with a slight embarrassment.

It wasn’t like I had never seen him naked before. Mostly just in his underwear, with the rare occasion of catching him passing through on his way from the showers and the locker room. Oh, I nearly forgot about the time we came across my brother’s Gents magazine, and we had a jack-off competition to see who could beat off the fastest to the morose-looking white girl with the Double Ds. The last one to bust off was gay. We weren’t looking per se, as we simply caught fleeting glimpses. Well, at least, that’s all it was for me.

“Are we going to talk about it?” Tavarres asked, forking his side of the half-eaten whipped razzleberry pie with the chocolate crust.

“Only if you want to,” I said eating my half of the pie, noticing his greasy legs sneaking out of his partially opened robe. “This has more bearing on you than it does me.”

“Oh, really,” he said modestly. “Because if I recall you were the one pressing your face between my butt cheeks.”

“That’s because the center was winking at me and as shapely as it was, I thought it belonged on some big booty chick.”

“I’m a bitch now? Alright,” he said coolly.

“I didn’t say all that. You’re my boy…for life.”

“Oh, no doubt,” he laughed prematurely. “Back around the old neighborhood, nothing said boyz being down like blowing warm air up the asshole!”

“Fuck you,” I chuckled.

“Seriously though, speaking as boyz,” he said, choosing his words cautiously. “You’re going to tell me you never thought about me like that?”

“Man, c’mon, now,” I said, dropping my fork in the aluminum pie pan.

“Let me finish. I’m not talking on some gay shit. I’m talking about as long as we’ve been there for each other. Have you ever felt torn between your boy and your wife?”

“You?” I threw back at him, devoid of the question he asked me.

Tavarres paused. “I’m not even going to lie. There’ve been times throughout both of my marriages I preferred hanging out with you on your couch playing video games than coming home to either Juliet or Carolyn. Sex with my girl or hanging out with my boy, you figure out that logic.”

“Wow,” I said, getting the wind knocked out of me with a lot of truths coming at me at once. “So, in other words, while I’ve been thinking were cool, simply as boyz, you’ve been secretly waiting in the wings for something more to become of it?”

“No.”

“What do you mean no? You’re sitting there telling me after being married to two women you’ve rather be with me.”

“No, not the way you make it sound.”

“How am I making it sound?”

“You’re sort of putting it out there as if our friendship has been a lie, when in fact it’s because of the love of our friendship that I haven’t dared cross that line.”

“Until tonight, you mean?”

“Never,” he said sternly. “We’ve got nearly thirty years of friendship under our belts without anything popping off. What I’m saying is that I can go thirty more without it, as long as I know we’re good.”

“You’re talking a lot of back and forth. On one hand, you’re talking about our friendship being the most important thing, and then on the other hand you’ve invite me to your house to have sex with your wife? C’mon, now. Something ain’t adding up.”

“Look, as for that thing upstairs, I thought since it been a minute since you mentioned a girlfriend and my wife’s a nympho that it’d be a perfect fit. If she’s going to have sex with another man that’s not me, I would prefer she has it with a man I love like a brother.”

“I don’t know man.”

“What’s there to know? I’m not asking you to be my man or anything. I just think we got to acknowledge that something more happened up those stairs, other than the two of us DP-ing my wife.”

“I don’t have to acknowledge nothing.” I said nervously.

“Like I said, we’ve been friends for almost thirty years now, I know you inside and out, better than anybody you can think of, so I know when something is stewing in your mind. You’re going to tell me that in all the years we’ve known each other you never once thought about me in that way? Remember, there’ve been several days I’ve woke up to your ‘morning sunshine’ hammering at my leg.”

He was right. There was that one time I was laying up in bed jacking off thinking about some girl had a crush on when at the last second his shiny, freshly washed caramel cakes came into mind.

“Okay, I can see by the look on your face you’ve thought about it at least once. I’ll break the ice and tell you I thought about you in that way about three or four times.”

“Three or four times?”

“Yeah,” Tavarres said casually. “The first two times was totally by accident, though, both apart of this continuing dream back when we were playing football. It wasn’t anything sexual. It was just one of those things that made me take note with a brick against the bed. The third time was the night of junior prom when you struck out with Chantella Strong, and you looked so freaking sad. Whether it was anything sexual to it, all I knew was that I wanted you to be happy. Even if I hadn’t a clue about how to go about it. It wasn’t until we were in line and some of the brothers got that queen from down the street to suck all of us off that I mildly got a clue.”

“Huh? You mean that was a guy that sucked us off while we were blindfolded?”

“Yep,” Tavarres laughed. “Now I know a lot of girls that will part their legs like the Red Sea for nothing, but how many women do you know will give thirty guys a blowjob at random.”

“I thought we were blindfolded to protect their identity! And how do you know that was a guy?”

“Guys,” he corrected. “It was like one to every three pledges. I didn’t get the sleep mask-like blindfold, remember? I got a bandana tied over my eyes, and not very good since I could see right under it.”

“Wow. Obviously, since you seem to know about my first time with a guy, what about you? Have you ever messed with another guy before?

“You mean other than rubbing poles with my best friend just a couple of hours ago? Yeah. But it was only that one time, back in high school when I had a two-week fling with Coach Henry.”

“Coach Henry?!” I said shocked, thinking about the mean middle-aged man that nearly made me take a dump in my pants with his gargantuan size and ugly snarl.

“Yeah, but after the first week I wasn’t really feeling him like that, though. Not like I was into it like that, you know. I guess I started having feelings about you, and not knowing what to make of them. He was there, I was there—let’s just say in the end I got into something real deep real fast, and when he started to become controlling with it, I had to find a way to climb out of it.”

I looked at my friend again, for about the second or third time that night. Unlike before where it was something magical between us, this time it just felt like I was seeing him for the first time.

“Even if I did admit to feeling something up there, you might be against going down that road?”

“Yeah,” he said, “but not because I’m not interested. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t interested. But I can’t see throwing away thirty years of brotherhood away on a nutt.”

“Two,” I joked, referring to the action that had recently transpired.

“Well, that really doesn’t count, though. I knew full well what I was doing when I suggested that she share herself with my boy. You can bang her every day from here on out and it wouldn’t change anything. Get her knocked up, I don’t mind raising your seed. That’s how much love I have for you. But to risk losing you from my life because we share something we may not be able to recover from would be too much for me to bear on my soul. I can’t even go there.”

I let his words sink in, and I looked at him like I looked at him upstairs, unable to deny the energy that was surging through us. The energy I had suspected had always been there, but I was too stupid to see. Even when I found out my wife was a whore, that didn’t nearly hurt me as much as when he told me he was marrying Carolyn, as I had already made plans for him to live in my house for another year long, if not more.

“Come here,” I commanded standing up.

“Why?”

“Come here boy.”

Tavarres was slow to his feet but got to them just the same.

Tavarres was far from fat. He did have a little meat on his bones that seemed to be more distinct than it should’ve been the way his pointy nipples slightly hung over his soft fleshly flat belly.

Tavarres stood in front of me. I just looked at him look at me, and as if something else was just taking over, I put my lips tenderly over his.

I was so amazed at the effortlessness of our kiss that I hadn’t a clue of how long it actually lasted. Seconds, probably minutes had passed we broke apart. We were left breathless after that, not by the motion as it was emotional connection.

“You can’t be doing that.” Tavarres huffed.

“We boyz aren’t we?” I quickly answered.

The first time between us it was just a poignant kiss, but the second time it was laced with much more passionate and heat, pulling him close to me by his exposed waistline like he was rightfully mine, feeling his naked body through his open robe pressed against my silk boxers, the only thing I had on.

Ours tongue were wrestling, our bodies in longing. He was pinching my nipples like he’s known forever that that was my spot. And in return, I put his face in my hands just like I somehow knew he needed that from me, too. He was hard. I was getting there, but I wanted him just the same. I don’t know what I want to do, though. My body was screaming yes, and my heart was singing in accord. Being with his wife wasn’t the same as being with him, I thought through. My head, my head kept on reminding me that there was a morning after to this, so I don’t want to go into this hastily. I wasn’t sure if we were going to recover from me sleeping with his wife in front of him, and now if I went through with this that meant I would have to share my boy with his wife.

I had him on the large round sturdy table, leaning into him until we fell on it. His legs were wrapped around my lower back, his hands caressing the top of my upper back. Thank God he had enough sense to buy quality furniture. It was more than kissing for me. I wanted to taste him, be inside him. The way he palmed my chest, making a flimsy plea to push me away felt oddly right wanting to save our friendship. But my milk chocolate banana stuffed in his crack felt even better, particularly the way the top skin of my hard dry dick felt against something so moist and ready just for me.

“We can’t.” Tavarres exhaled, but his hands roaming my back told another story.

“Yes, we can.” I smooch his neck.

“My wife,” he panted.

“Not anymore.” I commanded.

My hand somehow made its way down to his knee, and I felt the small scar left there by a steel rod from when he fell from atop Mr. Livingston’s junk pile.

“She wasn’t there when you got that scar. She has never been—ever. Not like I have. Not like I’m going to be. And if we’re going to be honest, it’ll kill me if I got to share you with anybody else. Let’s not waist anymore time making the same mistakes as before.”

“Your words are sweet,” he said with my face on the other side of his neck and his dick throbbing between our sandwiched stomachs, “but, let me get this straight, you’re saying leave my wife?”

I pulled up, just upright enough to look him in his eyes. “Don’t just leave, divorce her, leave her with her athletes and make a clean break for it.”

“What about the house, the cars?”

“You of all people should know best that I got you. Leave her with whatever she wants…except this table. It’s going to become real special for the both of us in a minute. Maybe it’s time to face fact. We put up with so much from these women because in the end nothing else matters in this world but you and me.”

He looked up at me, he wanted to say something, but his mouth was trembling, and water was filling his eyes.

“What’s the matter, babe?”

“I’ve been waiting a long time to hear those words, but as I listen to them, I can’t help but wonder if we do what we do on this table how much it’ll affect what we already have. Not only that, are you ready for the world to know about us like that?”

“Fuck the world! Don’t you know I love you?”

He suddenly let out an incoherent moan.

I brought myself to find out what was going on, just to find out the tip of my dick was already wedged inside of him. I guess getting upright to look into his eyes made for perfect alignment.

“We’ve been through hell and back for me to let you fall in despair now.” I said, trying to easily ease up out of him, surprised I got more than just the tip in.

He reached into his robe, pulled out some lube and handed it to me. As I smeared it on my dick and the outside of his hole, he came out of the armholes of his robe, allowing me to feel all of him against me.

I reached further down his body and grabbed his ankles. I’m not much of a man for paying close attention to things, but there was no way to deny that my boy had some pretty feet. All I could think about was cupping them in my hand as I worked my way into his shimming ass, in which I did.

I heard him wince as I pushed in, feeling his strict hole quiver around me. I wanted to ask was he okay, but his eyes told me his story. He was just fine as long as I was there, going slow and tender. I knew this for certain when I felt the hard ring of muscle up there deliberately give way.

His ankles fell from my hand and kept parallel to my back, wrapping his arms back around my back, letting me know he wanted every bit of me inside of him. I let him know I wanted the same thing, taking good care to be careful with my best friend, my boy.

As I was going deep in him, it was like everything we had ever been through in our lives had led us up to this point. It was almost a mental shock that was so in tuned emotionally to him than I was mentally. Then it hit me: This wasn’t just some fuck. Obviously, I knew that on some major level, but on another I wasn’t sure what to expect it to be. Then it became clear this was untainted lovemaking on a level I had never experienced before.

I knew he had to have been feeling the same thing, the way he looked up with a teary-eyed smile and the way his hole just opened for me, like it had been waiting a long time for my arrival. His insides opened wider than wide, and for some daggone reason, it decided to close shop on my dick. It took me a minute to comprehend he was just trying to make it good to me, take care of me in his way.

I wanted to do the same.

I rocked my hips harder into him, and the moans he was able to keep behind his lips seeped through his teeth, in low gasps with his eyes amazingly tight. Even though this was a first for me, I knew he was feeling more than that. I was feeling more than that and I was on the other end, plus the realization I was in my boy like that. So intimate, so free. He had me paranoid for a second. Then I slowed down enough for him to open his eyes up, and I saw that that was just as important to him as it was for me, but there was a huge weight of fear roaming bouncing behind the back of his head.

“I got you, Tavarres.” I grunted, putting my name back on it. “You got to believe that. That’s on everything I love, which you know is you. Just let it out, babe. Let it out! Let her hear you. Let the neighbors hear you. I don’t give a shit. Even after this, they going to know we’re together.”

I balanced my weight on my hands. I saw he was fighting letting go of his inhibitions, but the prodding I was doing inside of him, even he had to give up his guard.

He was in the throws of the pleasure of it all, and I was relieved, glad that my best friend was letting me know how I was making him feel but quickly became mindful that we were on the still table. And the more he let go of his insecurities the less secure I felt about the table.

I picked Tavarres up off the table, never losing my place inside of him. His sweaty hands locked around my neck as I carried him into his den where he had a recliner, a chair I felt good about supporting us comfortably. As I sat down, I quickly realized the position before felt primal, but this felt totally intimate, totally right.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes,” he murmured, he just couldn’t seem to control himself, grinding against me as I sucked on his nipples.

There was so much I wanted to do in that moment that I couldn’t get where I wanted to be. My hands wanted his rump, to bounce him on my lap. He was most definitely hard, drooling with pre cum and straining for my undivided attention.

“No,” he hissed, as I grabbed his dick, stroking it as I bounced him. “No.”

My hands were in a perfect place, one supporting his backside and another milking his long slender pisser, coming down just right on his family jewels.

Tavarres was gritting his teeth; moaning and groaning his way through tremors that had manifested itself into liquid fire that just shot out of his body and onto my chest and abdomen.

I couldn’t stop after that. I just wouldn’t. I needed to be inside even more, more urgently. I needed his body to respond to me and the affectionate whimpers that were making their way into my ear.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” He cried over and over again, shooting some more onto me just second later, and then continued on with his ramblings.

Just like he requested, I didn’t stop. I bounced him on my lap, enjoying the best sex I ever had, kissing him and caressing him and looking deep into his eyes to reveal this secret fantasy.

“Damn, baby, I need you to cum,” Tavarres breathed between kisses.

“I’m about to baby. I’m about to,” was the most I could get out of my mouth, without loosing my breath.

“Put your hands to your sides.” He told me after some time.

I did, letting my hands fall over the other side of the armrests.

Tavarres just seemed to get into his zone and just started bucking me like I was his personal fuck toy. I tried getting a grip on him, but he just pushed my hands away.

“Just ride the feeling, babe. Just ride the feeling.”

So, I did, and the way he was rolling on me, it was going to be hard to ride the feeling without losing it very soon. I heaved and hoed, my eyes wide shut just enjoying this, my best friend.

I kept on edging the point of no return just to come back. I wanted to solidify our bond by emptying everything I had inside of him. But there was this other part of me that didn’t want it to end, not knowing what was going to become of us after this.

“Look at me,” he said softly. “Look at me, you told me we’re good. Thirty years, thirty years more.”

I looked into his eyes, letting him buck me like he had been. I felt his hole fluttering against me, before bolting down in all the right places. The sensation was great, but the comfort of looking into his eyes and knowing we were going to good after that was simply too much.

“Oh, Goddamn!”

I grew stiffer, my dick went deep in his ass and I felt every load I ever shot just jet out of me and into him.

I wanted to lie on top of him, but there was nowhere for us to do that, so the next best thing was for him to come down on me and welcome daybreak with our everlasting kisses.

Later, in that space of morning of ending darkness and the beginning of the sun’s light, when we went back upstairs, I think we were both spoofed to find Carolyn sound asleep in her bed after all those noises we must have made.

I wish I could say he went upstairs, grabbed his stuff and drafted her a Dear Jane letter, letting her know he was coming home with me. That was how I played it off in my mind of how it was going to go down in those final seconds before I came. But I had to be a bit more patient than that. I had to let him be a man about cleaning up the mess he made with his wife. I could be logical like that because, in the meantime, it wasn’t a bad consolation prize that he spent every night after that with me at my house in my bed, fucking and making serious plans for our future.

I guess I could be cool like that because I couldn’t wait to be his man when we spent the last thirty years being boyz.

It was hard not to stare.

I’d just come from behind the cherry counter with my set of keys when the last drops of autumn light faded from the quite downtown street. I was so in awe glaring out the window I almost missed the big sexy bald man with the thick thighs sitting below it, puffing on his cigar melting the evening away. He looked gallant in his business throws and polished wingtips, confidently seated in the soft brown leather chair like he owned the place. How could he not? He was the embodiment of magnificent masculinity. I tried not to get lost in his allure, his unapologetic potency. So I moved right by him without making eye contact on my way out the door.

Dammit! Why in god’s honest fuck didn’t I run my hand across his naked scalp? Why didn’t I just gently brush against the back of his chair? Then I could’ve gotten him to turn around–or did what he did, which was completely ignore me.

Oh! That’s right! I’m the world’s biggest pussy these days! Rather than make the bold move to go after what I really wanted like I used to, I determined it was best to stretch out on the bed of my hotel room and hash out these erotic chimeras on my trusty old laptop.

I’d been a long time since I wrote anything new. Long ago, I had this crazy dream of becoming a writer, re-imagining my life story in my old efficiency. Instead of pouring my heart out into the Great American novel, I leapt into the lap of the nearest sugar daddy and jumped through every hoop he told me to. I can’t complain. I enjoyed lifting my legs for the occasion, as my sponsor was both wise and generous mentoring me and paying for my schooling, which lead me into a career where I could take care of myself in the long run.

I was younger then, a couple of years after thirty. Old enough to know I couldn’t monkey branch onto the next man without having an active gym membership and results to show for it.

Years later, after holding onto the money I made without a benefactor, I was able to lend my best friend the money to open a cigar shop.

Why cigars when there’s an ad right across the street against big tobacco? I don’t know. I guess he thought if public outcry said no, he’d find a private select that welcomed it.

Just looking at Cigar Daddy sitting there looking good with his pronounced bulge made the venture all the worthwhile.

As I lingered in my terrycloth rob coming up with my next round of words to play out the story that could’ve been, I started to really think where did all my gusto go? What happened to the horny boy that would’ve readily put both holes on the table for some hard plugging? And if Cigar Daddy wasn’t a taker, indubitably I was going to find one before the end of the night.

I guess when you’re young, you’re unrepentantly unabashed. It’s ‘You’re you. I’m slightly promiscuous. Nice meeting you…and if there’s some spark of lust, surely, we’re fucking in a little bit.’ These days if not through some work-related function or pressed to connect through a friend of a friend then you’re pretty much limited to swiping through various options of takeout sex on your smartphone. Which is fine, but sometimes going out for the hunt is way more fun!

Do you know how I scored my first piece of ass? I taunted the neighborhood cocksucker. I told him if he wasn’t going to give it up there was an easy fudge packer up the street crushing purple hardons like purple cookies, and that if he wanted me to keep dropping by he’d have to deliver a little more than his usual sucky-suck. The cocksucker not only upped his head game to keep me coming back, but eventually he gave me what I wanted. I got a little greedy though and ran the same line with the slutbucket up the street for an old-fashion party line with me and my friend using his whorish competitor. First dick? I instigated a fight between a garbage man and the waterworks guy that frequented the food truck I worked, and, in the end, I gave them both a shot! These days there’s so much more to life than stepping over people just to get laid.

I should test those waters again; I chuckled in my head. Those antics were mild compared to the ones I would later engage in over the years.

I brushed the impulse off remembering that I was showered and ready for bed. It was just a matter of pulling back the covers and letting my head fall on the goose-feathered pillows.

After an endless stream of minutes passed of not being able to come up with anything more to write, I sat my computer down on the nightstand. I was about to climb into bed when I was moved to close the curtains from the impending dawn. I wasn’t ready to go to sleep. I wasn’t even tired, but there was nothing for me to do with my night other than stare at another screen–and I wasn’t entirely into that anymore. As I took in the view of the skyline, I kicked myself for not having a balcony room to enjoy a strong nightcap. Nevertheless, I had a magnificent vantage point just the same–much like the one I took on my first vacation in the big city–back when I was younger.

Monday night didn’t exactly scream ‘paint the town red.’ It was however what I was working with once I took the time to redress and spritz myself with a new application of eau de toilette. As I strolled down the cool streets of the downtown business district near my hotel, I was amazed at all the activity still going on around 11:30pm. Strangely, I felt slightly overwhelmed and tempted to head back up to my room.

No, I shook my head. I remember when this was just getting the night started.

Slowly, I found my rhythm in the crowd, pacing back and forth on the well-lit thoroughfare, looking where people were running off to restless to find my place. Since so many groups started off as mixed company and slowly shucking off the men, I soon became the strange boogieman following behind a group of women in the dark. And because I was never that kind of glitzy gay man, I came off more like Grim Reaper waiting for his next victim. 

Once I got a hang of where all the men were going, I carefully followed them. There weren’t any clubs to speak of, but there were plenty of bars to choose from, from the classic to the modern chic. Any other night, those alone would’ve been a treat, but tonight it sounded uneventfully average, more my regular speed. I didn’t get dressed up again for the same old same old, particularly as a guest in a new town. I wanted an adventure. Something I could write about or relive once I was alone in my room hankering to rub one out. I trailed some more. I’d learned there were also a lot of late-night eateries on the next street and middle-aged married men had an affinity for southern fried food with all the fixin’s. I thought I’d hit Texas gold chasing behind this flirty ginger into a liquor store. I swore he was playing hard to get, but he was doing nothing more than buying a gorgeous for him and his “date,” who turned out to be an escort.

My luck seemed to change when I started chatting it up with the coquettish cashier. Aside from being the standard big and tall, he wasn’t my usual cup of tea. But I knew from experience that sometimes the biggest freaks just had to be readily available. The more we connected the more I read he was a freak. That elusive man that knew he packed some very good dick and wasn’t afraid to use it. About an hour of him having me pant around him like a dog that needed to be lead, he let it be known that he was a saved stud as he started talking about his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Needless to say, I ran out of there and into the path of a panhandler who offered to blow me in exchange for a few buck. Although the offer was tempting, that was too extreme even for me. I wanted to be wild and free, try something different outside of the normal routine–not become a john. Though, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued. He was a looker. And it helped that he wasn’t the cliché homeless guy. At best, he was certified trade looking to get over for the night. I made him a proposition just the same: If he could point me in the right direction of what I was looking for, there was a few dollars in it for him.

He did. I spotted him ten.

He made it clear that the didn’t ring all the bells and whistles, but there was a pub up the way that catered to conventioneers and locals alike, young and old, business and lay. “Straight, gay, and everything in between,” he bragged. “A guy like you can’t miss scoring even if you tried!” The man was right. Not even a moment after I sat down at the bar, a stylish nerdy twenty-something with black-rimmed glasses sat beside me.

The kid started off super smooth. He’d started conversing with the bartender at his domain, and before I knew it, he lured me into a private booth. I think he was disappointed that his collegiate vocabulary didn’t impress me nearly as much as he would’ve liked, but it was informative nonetheless as he struggled to finesse that gray area of not being patronizing with not coming off his pedestal. I assumed he was just being a snot–an entertaining snot–but a snot, nevertheless. It quickly came to light that this was his lame attempt at seduction. Somewhere along the way he lost his airtight script, and with each passing moment he was growing frustrated with himself that he was unable to “seal the deal.” Was I ever like this? Unkindly, as I made my own subtle digs at him, he fell into sheer nervousness and went for broke, littering his pristine word choices with cheesy double entendres and sleazy cruise spots innuendoes.

I was downing the last of my second beer when the kid let it slip that he smelled the money rolling off of me. He was in search of a daddy to take care of him, and apparently, I was it. When the fuck did this happen? I couldn’t get too upset. I was out here doing the same, looking for the same.

I can assure that one of us gets what we want.

As I finished my drink, my voice deepened with sex. I’d hope this would bring the kid at ease, that we were closing the deal. This unfortunately only seemed to unnerve him even more. Look, kid, Daddy’s got it from here!

“You’re done tripping over your words?” I erupted after another one of his stuttering sessions.

His flustered face calmed down.

“We can dance around in circles some more or I can tell you that it’s been a while since I’ve gotten blown off real good and that you look like you got the right kind of mouth to get the job done, whatcha say?”

A hint of excitement crept over his face only to be masked by fake outrage. How dare you? It vehemently questioned. The kid wanted to be wooed.

“If you wanted to be wined and dined you should’ve found a guy that like to play those kinds of cat-and-mouse games. Me? I’m a straight shooter. I don’t like to toy around with my schlong.”

I paid the bill and walked out with the kid two paces behind.

I didn’t think it’d work! Passive aggressive was usually my forte unless me and some other boy were going up for the same dipstick. And even then, it was just a matter of who was willing to do more to achieve that end. With me being a free spirit, I was no stranger in getting the job done.

I refused to take the kid back to my hotel room. My dick was heavy at the thrill of it all, but no more. My ass hungered for that hearty man from earlier and there was the possibility of something tomorrow, if I got the chance. After all, I was a very respectable man. I couldn’t have one man after another doing the walk of shame through the hotel lobby after we were done. But as the kid sat across from me at the pub, he’d already laid it out that he was a broke college grad looking for a job and sponging off of big sis until he hit it big. Unless I was willing to get serviced in the seat of his smart car, I’d have to come up with something much better.

“If you got any ideas of where you’d like to go, I’d like to hear them. If not, I have an idea.”

His eyes beamed, telling me of a bathhouse up the road.

I chuckled. I knew his trick all too well. Get a room, hold the key, and after I’d paid to get us in and got mine, he could spend whatever time left on the pass to suck and fuck and sleep as he pleased. Í would’ve gotten with the trade if I wanted to pay for it, kid!

My feet led us down the hills into the dark and around the park to the empty quiet of the cigar shop. Though I had a key to get in, I remembered the graveled parking lot and small partition facing the hushed street on the side of the square. The area was dead for the night. Foot traffic was scarce, which meant police activity around there was as well since there were no benches to sit on or places to park without paying the private companies.

“On your knees, knob slobber,” I commanded, falling back against the painted cinder wall undoing my belt ahead of the shameful cocksucker’s excuses. “I got a surprise for you!”

I undid my fly and whipped out my cock. I’d started to get hard the second I went along with plan, and with every step towards that end I felt it pulse with its life-giving fluids. Now that we were here it felt like it was all going to explode out of its fleshy sheath.

“Wow!” Dropping to his knees, licking his lips, and tilting my lengthy cock up at the hilt, the kid smiled bright like it was Christmas morning. “I wasn’t expecting you to have all this. Then again, Daddy, you did say you had a big surprise for me.”

I winked. “Isn’t it what you’ve been craving all night?”

The kid looked up submissively, slowly licking the tip. I gently grabbed the back of his head, thrusting into his mouth, enrapt by the warm of his tongue and the cool choke of the autumn night.

“We got to be quick.” I added to the rush of excitement.

The kid loosened his throat and allowed me to fuck his face with the loud slop of saliva drenching my cock, making it even more erotic.

I rode his face like there was nothing else like it in the world. No city. No buildings. No side street to consider. Instead of the breezy cold of the abandoned downtown night, we could’ve very well been in the steamy warmth of the bathhouse with strangers all around us. Nothing else even mattered.

“That’s the stuff.” I moaned. He tickled my fancy marble sac. I heartily pumped some more. He worked my taint then probed my chute. He milked my spot. It was too much, forcing me to clench my cheeks and empty my balls.

I fell into the wall. “Thanks kid. I freakin’ needed that!”

In that instant, before I descended back to and grabbed my pants around my ankles ready to go about my business, I became the slew of men that used to use me. It felt magnificent–strange. But I still hungered to be that boy again, eager to be used by the raging cocks that saw me for what I was.

I walked the kid back up to the pub over to the lot where his abnormally small car was parked. He couldn’t stop grinning ear to ear, basking in sheer glow and rambling on and on about how hot that was. How he wouldn’t have gotten up the gumption to do that without being in the firm care of a daddy. We exchanged numbers with the promise that his butt was on the table next go-around. I conceded in that moment, finally accepting that I was never going to be that cute boy again swimming in an endless sea of debauched cock.

Maybe it was time I accepted my new role in life. I was higher up in the food chain. I always said I never wanted to be that creepy old guy in the corners shelling out money for dick. So if I haphazardly landed a willing boy toy looking for a daddy, why not run with it? Make somebody else happy like they did me in times past. It wasn’t like my cock was useless. I could grow to be an excellent cocksman. Didn’t the best tops start off at the bottom?

I’d made my way back to the hotel ready to write my new story when snippets of the old one reemerged right in front of me. If I swore it was hard not to stare before, big bald and sexy from the cigar shop made standing underneath the dull city lights on the side of the glass building smoking a cheroot look absolutely incredible. Thick eyebrows, clean square jaw, wide patriarchal nose reminded me of why I hankered for men like I did. Memories of old crushes and past conquest came flooding back into my mind, from my old hunky high school science teacher to the postman I agreed to have the threesome with and every man in between and beyond.

As I got closer to him, as going passed him was the only way to get to the front of the hotel, I tried to suppress those sensations from earlier. I was drained, I kept telling my cock. But the tip of it was just as wet as the gulf behind it. It wasn’t ready to let go of the dream it may’ve squeezed its last man-pickle. The more I avoided looking at him, the more I took in his enormous stature. Six-five, wrestler’s build. Did I smell what The Rock was cooking?

No, no, I scurried passed.

“Damn smoke-free hotel got me out here this late at night.” He murmured the second I thought I stepped out of the danger zone.

It was instinct I cocked my head back towards him, like watching a bad accident about to happen and lacking the willpower to turn away.

“Huh?” I stopped.

He repeated himself, still steamed that he thought hotels like ours had smoking rooms for guests, if not a smoking lounge to enjoy a nice cognac. I agreed. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out another cheroot from his portable humidor and offered it to me.

I reached for it reluctantly. I was fervent for his chunky digits to graze mine. I smoke, but I wasn’t much of a smoker. I didn’t know a culebra from a corona even with the guide lessons from my best friend and other cigar aficionados, which lead to another tutorial from him–which I didn’t mind one bit. 

His name was Lux. He was in town for his brother’s wedding. He said it so melancholy I didn’t pry at his sore spot. He’s straight, I figured in dismay. Perhaps he was one of those unmarried men still licking his wounds that his crappy brother was accumulating the dream wife, kids, and white picket fence that he really wanted. So, I was floored when Lux circled back to cutting out of the bachelor party early when his father sent over the stripper to give him a lap dance.

“What’s wrong with that?” I asked out of curiosity. What? She wasn’t your type, stud?

The thick milky fog escaped Lux’s mouth into the murky night and ever so slowly he gave a fleeting look to my rear end, and said in dark sexy tones, “With a phat booty like that, I’d rather get a lap dance from you than her.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t have heard him correctly. He was joking, right?

Lux smirked knowingly, enjoying my bewilderment.

“My father’s known about me since I had the college recruiter palming his soles, but he’s still holding out for that day I’ll ‘change my mind’ for a nice pair of heavy knockers.”

“Will ya?” I joshed trying to recover from this sudden revelation.

“Why don’t you invite me up to your room and find out for yourself?”

I tittered. “What am I going to do? Motorboat you with my ass?”

Lux seductively took another toke, making sure the heavy intent of his lust was clearly there. “Worth a shot, isn’t it?”

Once we made it back to my room, I made my way over to the mini bar to see whatever dark spirits the movies chased after a cigar. When I heard the lock, it became clear he wasn’t up there for a drink. By the time I cocked my head his way, Lux had already stripped his blazer and pulled his expensive leather strap from its loop, leaning against the door. He curled his finger for me to come to him. His gawk was enchanting, frightening. This wasn’t a “I want to fuck you” look. This was a “I’m going to fuck you good” look. How long had it been since I had something nice and hard up in me? Shy of seven years with work and graduate school?

I wanted to kiss him, but we weren’t there yet. My hands busied the buttons of his white shirt dusted with stripper glitter as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. I reached down then looked. It was quite impressive, even at half staff.

“Now that you’ve gotten my undivided attention what’re you going to do about it?”

I stroked his cock patiently, teasing him like he unknowingly teased me back at the cigar shop with his imposing presence. “Smoke it.”

I dropped to my knees. His invigorating scene invaded my nose of his fragrant cigar with notes of cologne and soap and musk radiating off his forested pubes.

I licked my lips. I kissed the tip, holding his long, hefty shaft in my hands with a hearty smile. “Damn, if you don’t have some meat on you…and tasty, too.” I told the big man after another sample of his nutty-sweet flavor across my kisser.

When I was younger, it was nothing for me to dislocate my jaw for a cock this size. These days I proceeded with caution, avoiding the need to reach for some pain pills later. I gave him the blowjob the kid tried to give me on the side of the cigar shop. He was eager but lacked the skill. I was both hungry and skilled, and Lux greatly appreciated my efforts with his inaudible growls.

I sucked him like this for awhile more than satisfied I had him here in room taking care of his needs this way. Ready to milk his robust cock of its cream with just my mouth when he suggested we make it over to the bed. He stripped me of my clothes and flipped me on my stomach. “What’re you doing?” I asked, looking back at him, afraid that we didn’t fully negotiate what was to come. “What’d you think I’m going to do? I’m going to bury my face between those sweet cheeks!”

His hot breath brought a sigh of relief to my fretful rear. Play-biting and licking my cheeks like a rough puppy marking his territory. Once he made his claim, Lux meticulously ate me out having me beg for more to wanting to tap out against the thick of his deep tongue breaching my sphincter thrashing and swirling and darting in and out of my hole with his fingers steadily stretching and exploring.

“Looks like you’re ready to get fucked.” Lux growled.

I gasped, writhing in sweat. By then he’d worked four fingers inside me flanked by his incessant rimming.

I felt a heavy loss when he pulled out. Used when the lube cooled the smolder of being pulled apart back there. A smile warmed me looking back at the way he filled the magnum. I feared it was going to burst through its limits, but I was no virgin in taking a big beautiful cock.

He calmly splayed on the bed next to me. I took that as my cue to straddle him, but he shooed me back in my place. “Get over there in the chair.”

Confused wasn’t the word, but it was close enough. I understood his intent, but I couldn’t shake these transitions from boy to man back to son in one night. “Yes Daddy,” I conceded.

I bit my lip. I sauntered over into the chair with his soulful eyes burning my body, particularly the place his digits played. I looked back at him wantonly. He looked back at me knowingly, carrying his cased prick to make sure I knew what I was in for.

I lifted my legs. He entered me slowly. Even with all his diligent prep work, it hurt like he never did anything. Four fingers without blinking an eye? He’s packing a fucking telephone pole! I felt weak and sore and tired and he was barely in. “C’mon boy,” he encouraged patiently, grinning. “This ain’t your first rodeo, is it?” I shook my head. “Then you should know better than anybody that Daddy’s got you!” Lux winked.

I winced when he met resistance, whimpered when he blew passed it; suffered at his initial strokes and welcomed him home when his cock made it there in my tear, making sure I thanked him for his company with every grumbling moan whenever he passed by my sweetest spot. The ecstasy swells and multiplies to where I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m bucking him, clawing him, begging to be fucked–harder, softer, just like that–in a never-ending cycle.

Then he rode me.

Before long, I was just a useful hole sandwiched between him and the chair. His pumps moving from leveled to frantic, like a piston gone awry driving everything he had into me, clutching the chair for balance to where his head was above me and going over the back. I cowered underneath him in blackness and fire, acting as a towel to his heated sweat raining down on me.

It felt incredible!

“That’s my boy!” Lux stammered. Reminding me there was always a man out there in desperate need of my hole.

He was knocking the precursor liquids out of me. I clenched my cheeks, amazed that I had walls to speak of, walls to grip his massive manhood.

Lux stuttered, choking on his obscenities.

Hot damn! I was milking the bull!  

He pulled out, snatched off the condom, and unloaded just above my thigh as my cock erupted with its own white-hot lava.

It took a long while, but after we stirred to from our post-cum drowse my feet found their way back to the ground. He kissed me and kissed me again before he scooped me up and carried me back to the bed.

“I didn’t mean to be so rough.” Lux apologized.

“Daddy, you were perfect.” I said grappling his neck and wrapping my legs around him as we lay. 

He nuzzled my neck and rolled over.

I was sad, thinking he was preparing to leave after I made up my mind that he was the first thing I wanted to see in the morning. Somehow when we made it over to the bed, we woke up my laptop.

“What’s this?” Lux asked looking at the Word document.

“It’s just a story I was working on earlier.”

“You’re a writer?”

“Wannabe.”

I started to tell him about the story I started working on shortly after we first crossed paths. “A fantasy,” I said before being interrupted by my vibrating phone.

Lux reached over and handed it off.

I saw who it was. I declined the call.

“Maybe it was important this time of night.” He comforted me with a kiss, wordlessly letting me know he was staying for the night.

I tell him who it was–the kid from earlier. Even though I had no obligation to either man, I was wrought with guilt. I didn’t know what to do.

As Lux’s cock stirred from his lap again, he asked. “Think the kid is down for a threesome?”

“Worth an ask,” I said. “You’re only young once.”

My son and I were in the car coming back from  some errand I had to do and out of the blue he said, ” I just love it when I can make a so called ” straight married man” do things he normally wouldn’t do.”  This statement perked my curiosity and I asked what he meant.

He said the other day, I asked your Gary, your friend if he would give give me a ” rim job ” and to my complete surprise he said yes. My son  said , ” He couldn’t wait to have sex again with him and see if he would follow through.”  I  was pleased to no end when I heard this and that my coaching of my Gary was working.

I heard from my son, that Gary was coming over  and anticipated what wss going to happen. I was texting Gary trying to tell him how this promised rim job should go down. I told him normally a guy getting rimmed was on his all fours while the guy behind did the deed. But I wanted my son to receive an ass eating he wouldn’t forget.

I told Gary to lie on the bed and have my son straddle him  almost like they were going to 69. I said in that position as he ate my son’s ass  hopefully my son would suck his cock. And I said maybe, just maybe my son will finally get to taste what I hae been swallowing since Gary and I became friends years ago, a load of cum from his huge balls.

Gary said, ” He always wanted to shoot his load down my son’s throat but everytime when he was close to filling my son’s mouth, my son would stop sucking him cause he wanted to get fucked and not to waste the load cause he wasn’t into swallowing a guy’s load. I said,” if he did what I said, ” He would finally get what he wanted.”

My son, said Gary was on his way and I asked my son if he had prepared his ass and he said, ” it’s clean as a whistle.” There was a knock on the door and in walks Gary, giving me a nod as he went by. My son and Gary went to my son’s bedroom so I turned on the television to make it appear I wasn’t at all interested in hearing what was going to go down. But through the noise of the television, I heard my son groan and finally say, ” Eat my ass.” Then I could hear Gary saying to my son ” Keep sucking my big cock.” and asked my son if he wanted his cum in his belly.” My son gave a muffled affirmative cause his mouth wss full of Gary’s cock.

All at once, I heard Gary’s familiar grunt just before he came.Then out of the blue, I heard my son’s orgasm telling Gary to suck his cock cause he was ready to shoot also. Both made animalistic sounds as both were feeding on  each other’s loads. Then there was silence for about 5 minutes and then heard my son say “Fuck my ass.”  which Gary gladdly did til I heard them both cum again.

Finally, the door opened and my son led Gary to the door. And as my son turned to me and rubbed his belly saying he finally did it. I said what, he said, ” he finally swallowed Gary’s load of cum.” I said you never swallow but he said,  “He ate my ass so good that I got lost in the moment and decided to give Gary what he really wanted, a great blowjob.” 

I wasn’t surprised with what had happened between Gary and my son ezcept for the fact both swallowed,  Gary never sucks a cock. Can’t wait to get the details from Gary.

Thursday at the end of my workday, I was feeling excited at seeing Bill again already. The wife was away with our son down with her parents for a vacation, and I was prepping to have Bill over to my place. Problem was he was getting too serious for me at this point in my life.

He wanted to run away together, and I wasn’t sure at first if he was serious. But the last time I saw him, as we lay in his bed together naked, he went on about his thoughts for the future, and how we should just pick up and move away from everyone, start over. He was used to this lifestyle, living with a man, being out. I was used to the living with a man part. But that was years ago. And I wasn’t ready to come out again. Not now. I wasn’t prepared to just up and leave everyone, including my son.

Bill was perfect for me in every sense – tall, built, sexy, and obviously in love with me. So why was I feeling so scared now? I had experienced this life with Joe. I had started to accept it, accept myself. But things were different now. Maybe I was afraid with Bill, it was going to end like it did with Joe.

“Knock, knock.” I heard a familiar deep voice say at my doorway. I looked up to see the electrician, Jeremy, all blonde and stocky, looking exceptionally sexy as hell, grinning at me as I stared ahead into space.

I actually widened my eyes and couldn’t resist smiling at the hunk. “Hey there…Jeremy right?”

He pursed his lips together and nodded. “You got it man. Good memory.”

“How could I forget?” I said without thinking, then caught myself and looked awkwardly down. Jeremy gave a little “huh” and shoved those big hands into his pockets, leaving his big thumbs hanging out for me to look at.

He was wearing the same outfit as before when I saw him earlier in the week: same blue tee, same rough looking blue pants, same work boots; same smirking grin. And I was still equally mesmerized by his build: same large biceps, same triceps sticking out as he flexed his arms straight, same flat stomach, same thick looking body.

“Glad you remembered.” His smile was blatant this time, just staring at me, my eyes glued to his hazel ones for some reason as my neurons fired in my head.

“You back again to fix something else already?”

He shrugged at my question. “Nah. I misplaced my little flashlight and I’ve been going back to some of my recent places to see if I can find it. You haven’t seen it have you?”

I gave it some pretend thought, playing his game. “No, but I haven’t been upstairs in the mechanical room that much.”

He laughed at this for some reason, showing off his perfectly straight teeth. Someone paid a lot of money for those when he was growing up. I let my eyes drift down his arms, noting the blonde hair on those thick forearms.

“Fair enough. Don’t suppose you’d want to go up with me to unlock that room so I can take a look?” His right eyebrow went up and he let his mouth form a questioning look, biting his bottom lip in anticipation of my answer. He was flirting. Big time.

And something made me smile back and nod. “Would love to Jeremy.”

He held a hand out and pointed his finger and thumb at me with a squint.

“Brian.” I said to his unanswered question.

“Right! Brian.” He held out his hand for a shake. “Thanks man, I really appreciate it.”

When I gripped his hand I was amazed at how soft it felt as he squeezed my hand tight. His hand was larger than mine, and his grip strong. But his hand seemed to cover mine like a warm blanket, and my heart flipped as he peered down at me.

“I guess I owe you one.” He said, holding my gaze as he let go.

“Don’t worry about it.”

He said nothing as I grabbed my keys and moved around him at the door. I felt his eyes on me as I heard him following behind me. And when I glanced behind me, he was definitely looking at my jock ass.

“So place seems pretty empty. Didn’t realize it was getting this late. I’m not keeping you am I?” His voice was quiet as he caught up to my steps, hands back in his pockets again.

“No actually. Wife and kid are away.”

“You got a kid? No way man! You don’t look old enough for that!”

I turned to him with that same look I give everyone when they comment like that. “I’m 30 actually.”

“No shit! You look way younger. Mind you I’m like 34 and not even married. Got a girl though, but just, you know, not ready for that shit yet.” He gave a sort of a giggle, as if he was amusing himself, then looked back over at me. “Still playing around if you know what I mean.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

There was a moment of silence as we went back upstairs to the room, and as I opened it up, I hesitated, feeling like I had been in this predicament not that long ago with him and now had a second chance to do something different. I held open the door and looked up at Jeremy, this blonde, blue collar hunk, smiling at me.

He seemed to read my thought at this moment, straightening his arms even more and making his triceps pop out. “You still get to play around, even though you’re married?” He was almost sheepish in his asking, swaying a bit as he stood there.

I waited a bit, remembering the feeling the last time we were standing in this very spot earlier this week. How I contemplated just following him in there. But it was my workplace and I wasn’t sure. Before I was thinking about Bill.

Bill – who was suddenly urging me to run away with him. Who was asking me to give up my life and take off. But now, I was thinking about Bill in a different way. Too needy suddenly. Too intense. And it was as if this was a chance to escape all that.

I cleared my throat and looked up at Jeremy. “Yeah, I do. If the feeling washes over me.” I met his gaze, held it, felt my heart thumping in my chest as the tension between us seemed to stifle the air in the hallway.

He scrunched up his bottom lip and looked down, nodding his head, lowering his eyes. “So, uh, is the feeling washing over you right now?” Those hazel eyes then looked up at me questioningly, his chin still near his chest, his forehead wrinkled in wonder.

I waited, feeling that sharp shock shoot through my stomach, feeling my cock shifting in my pants, and my insides started to turn upside down.

My eyes didn’t move away from his. “And if it was?”

Jeremy stood still for a moment, and then slowly, he moved forward, walking towards the door I was holding open for him. But when he went to pass by me, he stopped in front of me, very close in front of me. He turned his head down to my smaller height, and I breathed in deeply, smelling the manly scent of him.

“Then I think you should help me find my flashlight.” As he started into the mechanical room, his elbow purposefully brushed up against my chest as he slowly moved by me, his eyes locked on mine holding my stare. My cock swelled, and my eyes fell to his ass as it came into view, shaped nicely from the pull of his hands in his front pockets. Jeremy’s head was turned around almost backwards at me, as he strutted into the room and then gave a slight jerk of it as an indication for me to follow.

When he saw me following and heard the sound of the door closing behind us, his pace quickened and he stepped with more speed further into the room, stopping at the end of a boiler and turning to me to make sure I was coming in. When I got closer, he stepped sideways, beside two large and noisy machines, out of the sightline of the doorway.

When I got to the space he disappeared between, I saw him a few meters away, his back against the side wall, and his hand already pulling his meat out of his unzipped fly.

I inhaled deeply as it came into view, the thickening in his hand of his cut blonde dick, the small patch of blonde hair around it, his big fist squeezing it to make it harder and then slapping it into his other hand.

He gave a head nod at me. “This what you want?” He gave a slight sneer, curling his upper lip to one side as he slapped his own dick into his left hand.

I didn’t hesitate, but moved directly to him, taking his erection from his hand and kneeling down in front of him to put it in my mouth. I heard him moan out as I tasted the entire shaft. I felt his hands grip the sides of my head as he lifted his chin upwards and let me suck on him.

He tasted like a man, like someone who had worked all day. That musky smell of a true masculine guy who grew at my touch. His balls were smaller than I was used to, and fairly smooth and nicely hung. I gripped them in my hand as I worked him, moistening his shaft with my spit and relishing in this secret encounter.

The noise of the machines drowned us out, my slobbering, his moans, until he pulled me off his cock and stared down at me. “What else do you like to do?”

But he didn’t wait for me to answer, just pulled me upwards and switched positions with me, pushing me into the wall face first and moving behind me. Immediately, he simulated fucking me, grinding his cock along the curve of my ass, pressing it up and down my rump as his hands moved around my chest.

“You’re pretty built man. You feel so good.” His mouth moved closer to my ear, at the side of my neck as he continued to rub his cock up and down my pant covered ass. “Bet you feel nice and warm and tight too.” His voice was breathing into my ear, causing me to shiver at the sensation. I loved it when a guy was at my ear. I loved it even more when he was fucking me.

Without a word I unbuckled my belt, and opened up my pants, sliding my pants and underwear down over my ass in between Jeremy’s gyrations.

“Oh yeah. Show me what you want.” He purred into my ear, his tongue occasionally darting out to give me a teasing lick, or his lips coming together to suck on my earlobe.

I felt his thumb on my bare ass, moving over his cock as he now slid the shaft in between my cheeks, squeezing my butt around it as he pretended to fuck me. A hand came around to my chest before it moved up my neck and then held my chin, Jeremy’s face now against mine.

“Want me to fuck you? Huh? Want to feel my cock inside you?”

I nodded, and let out a small yes but I wasn’t sure if he heard it over the machines.

But again, he didn’t really wait for an answer as he spit into his hand, holding me in this position, pinned to the wall, gripping my chin as his right hand lubed up his cock with his own spit. And then the gyrating, the grinding, the fake fucking changed. The head of his cock slid between my cheeks, seeking the heat. I felt him rubbing it up and down, wetting my hole, searching for its target, until the tip found the opening, and his grip tightened on me.

I think I was still ready from Bill’s double pounding the other day because Jeremy slid right inside me on the first attempt. No pain. No blinding light. Just straight in with a resounding “AH” from both of us.

I could feel his pants against the back of my thighs. His other hand moved to my shoulder and he held me in a vice grip, rabbit fucking me into the wall. His face moved to my neck again and he leaned into me, breathing heavily and letting me know how much he was enjoying this moment.

“You are so fucking tight and warm!” He moaned into my ear. “You feel so good!”

He pulled me off the wall and wrapped his arms around my front, squeezing me hard, his lips giving me kisses along my neck. I craned my neck towards him, feeling his nose at my chin, then moving upwards until his lips were close to mine.

And then his hand pulled my head more towards him and we found each other, lips locking, tongues exploring, and his moaning filled my throat.

“Oh fuck yes!” He moaned on repeat between panting and kissing. He was a frantic kisser, not really passionate, but more in desperation as if he wasn’t used to kissing another man. But what he lacked in finesse he made up for in effort. His cock never stopped pumping, thrusting into me with consistent drive, his arms locked around me as if he didn’t want to let me go.

I reached down and grabbed my cock as we kissed, knowing he wasn’t going to last long at this rate, and needing that feeling of cumming while being fucked. My own breath increased and I started moaning out in his mouth.

“Oh yeah? Feel good man?” He moaned into me, holding my chin again in his hand, trying to look at me as I started to pound my fist around my own cock. His hot breath in my mouth, the way he forcefully kissed me, and the relentless piston like fucking my ass was bringing me to my climax.

“Yeah, fuck me!” I gritted as his mouth moved down my neck and into my ear again.

“Yeah? Like this?” He breathed into me, slamming me even harder.

I pushed back against him and started to shoot my load, contracting my ass and hearing the effects it made on him directly into my ear canal. He started moaning and grabbed me in a bear hug, squeezing me as I shot my cum onto the wall in front of me. Jeremy bucked harder into me, and he announced he was going to blow.

“I’m cumming! Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” He was a strong man, squeezing me so hard I thought my ribs were going to break as he exploded inside me. Small hard thrusts ended our union, and he finally released me, letting me go slowly as he panted over me, stepping back slowly and letting his cock slid out of my ass gently. I heard him grunt as he popped out of me, and then gave my ass a light slap.

“That is one fine ass.” He mumbled as I heard his pants being pulled up.

I straightened up, squeezing my ass shut and hoping I wasn’t too leaky as I pulled my own pants up. No time for a wipe down in this room.

I turned around to face him as I tucked everything away and did up my belt, Jeremy looking at me with that grin.

“Don’t forget. You’ve got my card.” He winked at me as he straightened his shirt and ran a hand through his hair. “Just call and I’ll cum anytime.”

He was sexy as hell alright.

Random hookups with Jeremy? Or relationship with another man again with Bill?

And as I watched him smooth down his shirt and tuck himself in, I had no idea what I wanted anymore.

I felt like I was losing all control. I felt like I was starting to lose it.

Once again.

I guess it should’ve bothered me a bit more that in the first week of my brother getting me that job at the moving company I spent every night after work fucking around with Jojo. I couldn’t help it. By some spellbinding luck, I miraculously became my dumb doe-eyed sister running back to her philandering bad boy beau whenever he flexed his big biceps and flashed that smug, son-of-a-bitch grin of his. An innocent infatuation that soon morphed into an unhealthy obsession comparable to a violent addiction no rehab could ever cure.

I knew from jump Jojo was a bad influence on me. Like that corrupt, edge-driven fuck buddy that above common sense feels so damn good to be with. So much so even his name alone is like a fun, dirty little curse word onto itself. Jo-jo. Sure, Jojo had the potential to be a Capital A1 asshole at times. But he was a very likeable asshole…once you got passed the demented Twista-like baby face and the hard thuggish snarl to embrace the cute but loveable mannish teddy bear tucked beneath.

Jojo won me over in the first ten minutes after we met. He bought me breakfast at McDonald’s. He followed that up by convincing the freaky white girl behind the counter to let us tag team her later. Fast forward five hours, Jojo coaxed the rich racist Israeli that we were moving to suck our respective black dicks on top of slipping away with a couple of hundred dollars from his wallet. We got at the cashier the day after that. But not before we hemmed up this sissy in the bathroom stall and this pretty light-skinned girl let us run a train on her over behind the dumpsters at this sit-down restaurant on the same day (at two different times, of course). And not before he convinced me to talk with the beefy brother of the petite Malaysian girl he was trying to holler at. So, by that Thursday and Friday we managed to simultaneously hookup with both brother and sister without the other sibling being any the wiser.

Even with a ton of stories like this I could dip into the vault to tell, the one story that sticks out was the one we took down to Key West.

At best, Jojo was a glorified babysitter courtesy of my big brother and newly appointed boss. He was also the driver and the supervisor that spearheaded our crew that usually consisted of me and him with one other random guy we’d pick up depending on the magnitude of the move.

In the short time Jojo and I had to put collective notches under our belts, we never dared crossed that fine line with just the two of us. He hinted at it jokingly, but I never bothered to entertain such a crude thought seriously. (This was especially weird for me because everything about his brick solid build shouted everything my testosterone-driven lust fancied after. Even with his raunchy zingers and that sexy indent just below his right eye, I could never fall into the erotic zone with him.) Mainly because in my book he was the ultimate bisexual role model I someday wanted to emulate. He was ultra cool with an unapologetic machismo that was certain to be admired. Armed with condoms by the bulk, Jojo was also the first man I ever encountered that genuinely believed that random sex throughout the day was part of the daily fiber. Most men talk a good game, but he lived it by literally shooting two or three loads a day.

Naturally, being a hard black man, Jojo never owned up to his bisexuality. Out there in the world, he was totally straight. (You’d get your ass beat if you said otherwise.) Between us however, he better phrased it as being “in constant search of good pussy”, which meant whatever nook made his dick feel supreme at the time, he went in after it.

Anyway, Jojo had won the internal office bid to take a large freight down to Key West. He wasn’t only excited about the trip because it would be the first time he’d put his CDL-A license to the test, but there was this place down there where he wanted to stay for the night. Since we were boyz, I was his Plus One to go down there with the hope we could “split a bitch (boy) or two” after we got down there.

After spending nine hours packing up this shitload of a house onto this truck, the next seven hours resting up, we got back on the truck around 2am to start out on this 14-hour drive ahead of us. Factor in few stops and some bumps of traffic along the way we got down their roughly around eight that night. We had planned on unloading the next day. But being that there was still a great bit of light, Jojo hired more hands than he originally budgeted for and we finished unloading the truck a little after one the following morning.

Key West could’ve easily been called a wrap for me after one of the wiry Cubans we worked with that night invited us back to his apartment to crash. Free beats trying to pay for a room, right? Even though Jojo and I were tired as fuck and running on pure fumes after being up for more than 24 hours, we were fully aware the Cuban was anxiously looking for some black dick for our keep. I think Jojo and I both settled on going to sleep on him with our dicks hard in his mouth. So, it came as a total shock to even us when the two of us caught our second wind after Cuban boy’s roommate made it a foursome. Jojo and I stayed in stiff competition that night to see who could fuck the two power bottoms the hardest into submission.

No sir. That was only the beginning.

***

Somewhere over in the middle of the afternoon the next day, just as were about to graze the Florida mainland, we got a call from my brother telling us to fall back for a couple of days. He was securing a load out of Miami so that Jojo could get paid coming back home.

While I groaned at the eerie news, thinking this was some kind of evil conspiracy to eat into my hard-earned profits, Jojo was over the moon. This didn’t just make him more money, but, if instead of heading onto Miami like we were we could turn back around to Key West, a nearly couple of hours back.

Out of courtesy, Jojo asked my opinion (even though his mind was made up). I agreed wholeheartedly once he assured me there would be no out-of-pocket expenses on my behalf due to this sudden change in plans. He had everything covered still plus an inconvenience bonus. With that said, I was good.

Jojo explained to me that this was really good for me, too. I was ready for him to say something smutty like he usually did, like it gave us time to score a chick this go around. Rather, he got real grave in wanting to share with me the details of his old job. Given that it was my brother’s dream with their recent promotions I would step in as a permanent standby for Jojo’s old job. (Standby being that when Jojo was on the big rig, I would be there to drive the straight-lined trucks since no special class of license was needed.)

Don’t get me wrong. Moving was fun. Everyday came with a daily exercise program that left my muscles cheerfully sore and slightly swollen. As far as a career or even a part-time gig went, I wasn’t too sure. The major draw of the job for me, behind the money, was hanging out with Jojo and the pool of sexual partners he introduced me to. If we couldn’t work together, then would I really want to work there?

***

“I’m not going to lie,” Jojo barked in his bayou-fried baritone barreling back towards Key West after some time. “I wanted to run up in your butthole when I first laid eyes on ya. But since you’re my man’s baby brother and all, I had to let that go. As they say, can’t eat where ya shit. Shit where ya eat. Ya know how that thing goes. I can’t fuck with my paper trying to milk baby juice out the angry anaconda for ya. Nor can I have ya running up to your big brother saying I raped ya with this big lead pipe.”

“Lead pipe? Angry anaconda?” I roared laughing. “I’ve seen you naked enough times to see what you’re working with to know the pointy end of a dull thumbtack would do more damage.”

“Really? Alright, then, baby boy, talk that shit ya talk so well, now. I’ll pull this fucking truck over right now over this water and show ya how good this thumbtack can damage ya.” He smirked coyly licking his lips, taking his large mitt over the bulge his crotch beneath the steering column.

I shot back with the Bird.

Jojo laughed. “Ya know what. You’re cool as fuck. Ya know that. It is shit like that that makes me want to pull over and do the damn thing!”

“Notta chance, my man,” I gloated. “I see how you do ‘em out here. We’re too chill for that mess, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. But if we went there, ya know I wouldn’t play ya like that, right?”

“Uh-huh. Ain’t that what every player says?”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“I know I’m right. I’m packing the real lead pipe. I know how the game goes.”

“You’re right. You’re right. But ya know I wouldn’t play ya like that. For real for real, though.” Jojo promised.

“Yeah, man, whatever,” I trailed off as his cell phone rang.

It was his girl on the other end complaining about him not being home to spend time with their two kids.

An hour and some change later, we were back in Key West dropping off our things just to get in some sightseeing.

It was roughly after eleven when we returned to the lodge after a moonlit stroll along the water. But first, Jojo had to stop by the truck to retrieve his fishing gear. While it certainly raised an eyebrow, I didn’t question it, if he wanted it when he got up in the morning. Once we got back to the room it began to make sense. As I realize the reason Jojo wanted to stay at this place was because the rooms sat out over the water. Not against it. On it! He opened the door and went out onto the balcony, cast his line, grabbed a chair, kicked up his heels, and put his hands behind his back waiting on the great catch.

The next day I woke up to the big man with the terracotta hue and thick nappy afro lying next to me in bed. Not in his bed over there, but in my bed snoring his little heart out. And I didn’t wake up to him per se as I did his naked morning wood tenting the sheets. Feeling mischievous, I reached under the covers to give him a playful handjob.

As off as it may sound to other people, I honestly didn’t do it with any sexual intent in mind. I simply pegged it as being a funny fucked up way for him to wake up. Ha ha! Your fat ass thought you was gonna get some! My thing was it was no different from when I dicks rubbed together during a double stuff. Fucking, but not fucking each other. I had my hand on his dick and started pumping it. He’s moaning, mumbling for me to go faster on “Big Daddy’s stick”. So I did. He started groaning louder, more coherently, begging me to put my mouth on it. I probably would’ve been offended by this if it wasn’t for him calling out for his baby’s mama in his sleep. Being the generous man that I am, I struck a compromise. Taking a wad spit from my mouth and smearing it onto my fingers and back onto the underside of his shaft. My spit must’ve surprised him because he quickly jumped up. I started laughing think he was going to laugh back or say something crazy out of the side of his neck. Jojo didn’t do anything of those things. Instead, he just rolled onto his side and looked at me with those awakening eyes. I read them well, his intent was clear. Before I could tell him I was just playing, his face was all over mine, locking my arms to my sides. Next thing I know Jojo was on top of me nibbling on my ear whispering sweet nasty nothings that made my dick betray me. I then distinctly remember thinking he was heavy but not too heavy. Not as heavy as I would’ve thought for a man of his stature and size but heavy in a nice, comfortable and secure fashion. He was also very very smooth. Slyly slipping off my pajama bottoms and plunging his thick fat cucumber into the slit of my boxers. His dick was obvious hard, and yet hot and arid like a dry heat sauna made especially for my balls. Damn, it felt good! He started grinding against me. And every time he drove down to the bed it clipped right into the dangling part of some ass crack.

Everything in my head told me to push Jojo away. I couldn’t do this. Not with him. We couldn’t be cool again if we crossed that line. No more tag teaming girls or guys. Student, teacher, pupil, mentor, how stupid are we! Are we already passed the point of no return? I was trying to use some kind of level head through this whole fiasco and once again irrational rationale had me lustfully gyrating back. Giving him something for his pleasure, lost in a sea of overwhelming kisses that wetted our face. Left us full and lightheaded and covered in a thin film of sweat.

“We better stop, man.” Jojo mouthed twenty minutes later, holding back from getting his routine nutt of the day. “Ya got me wanting to do stuff that two dudes have no business doing.”

“Like what? Having sex?”

“Nah,” Jojo puffed, wiping his forehead. “Something more, ya know what I mean?”

The seriousness in his eyes said what his mouth wouldn’t betray his known character to say. He was starting to catch real feelings for me. This might’ve been flattering if Jojo was the “love of your life” kind of guy. But he was a true rolling stone. Hardwired to get a good nutt out of anybody and leave them be. Because, at the end of the day, Jojo had a problem connecting love with sex and the importance most people had with it. So, even if I agreed to be his side mister, behind his girlfriend and his mistress, I would be one in a very large school of fish.

“Look, I ain’t saying I’m looking for another bitch to hold me down. Ya still get yours. I get mine. We can get ours together. Ya know what I mean?”

“Yeah,” I said with everything inside of me wanting badly to get him to grunt a load out of me.

Jojo paused for a minute. “Still, though, whatever goes down from here on out, I got ya. Ya understand? Real motherfucking talk.”

He leaned in to kiss me. This kiss was far different from the others he eagerly put on my lips. It was like he finally put all his cards on the table and threw the ball back in my court.

I cupped the nape of his neck, kissed back, and gently said, “Stop trying to run game…and let’s do what needs to be done.”

***

There we were a few hours later with the shame of hardcore dry humping slick between our thighs taking the mover’s roommate from the other night up on his invitation to attend this soiree that turned out to be a full-blown sex party. Had it been before that morning, we would’ve had the time of our lives. But even with penetration right there at our disposal, it didn’t compare to the spontaneous non-combustion we enchanted earlier. Not because we were tired from before. Not even because we weren’t highly intrigued by the sexual gamut of scenes or our lax participation in them. No. Strangely enough after what happened it felt like we were blatantly cheating on each other. The wild thing was, Jojo felt like that more than I did, but tried to dress it up as if I was the one not feeling the scene.

“Yo, ya bust tonight already?” Jojo asked walking me back to the room.

“Nah,” I said, answering his need to break the silence.

“Me either.”

“Why not?”

“Ya know why.” Jojo smirked. “Same reason ya didn’t. Ya want me to flood ya out and I want to flood ya out. Give ya that Grade A first load.”

“Oh, is that so?”

He chuckled, “As sure as I’m trying to walk straight with this thumbtack in my pants.”

“That lead pipe is a major burden to carry, huh?”

“Ya know what it is, partna. Ya know what it is.”

We got back to the room. It was as if our brief exchange never happened. He went back to his corner fishing. I went to watching TV. I must’ve fell asleep because when I woke up I felt something heavy come across my bare chest. It was him with his fat leaky fishing pole raring to go. Had the lights still been on, I would’ve shown my reluctance. With them off, it was something freeing about the clandestineness that made me willing to open my mouth.

When the subject came up days earlier, I informed him that I wasn’t much of a cocksucker. I didn’t get the youthful training experience most knob-slobbers are granted in this world, and later I was “cock-blocked” from trying by a number of pure oral bottoms that genuinely loved dick filling their mouths. So, I never really bothered to learn.

When I showed my readiness to at least try, Jojo kneed the bed next to my crooked head, slowly squeezing the rubbery foreskin against my flickering tongue. I felt silly at first. It didn’t taste good. More than that, not knowing for sure if what I was doing was doing anything for him. Then silly became erotic when he started to tickle the outer rim of my hole. From there, it got a little scary when he mistook my youthful enthusiasm for ready to get face-fucked. He made up for his misguided excitement by sucking me off, too. There we were in this sick 69, me imitating him every step of the way and understanding the hype, when he abruptly changed the game plan by clipping the back of my knees and rolled my puckered hole up to his mouth. Spit then licked and dove right in.

“Oh, motherfucking shit, you didn’t!” I screeched loudly, taken back by this novel sensation.

Jojo didn’t hear a staggering word. He just held me tight and ate me out as I squirmed against his strong unrelenting grip.

After a while, he did relent, spinning his body and making his way down to my feet where he took my toes into my mouth. He did this with a certain purpose, one by one looking for something in particular. I didn’t know what it was. But once he found it, I understood fully.

There were no describable words to express the raw whorishness I felt when my poor puckered asshole flared open like that. I was already wet back there, but for another first, my booty hole had this serious hankering to fit some dick in it. Jojo sucked that second toe on my left foot until I was ripping holes in the sheets begging to be fucked silly.

“Ya really want this lead pipe, huh?” Jojo toyed arrogantly.

I had lost breath and some consciousness throughout this ordeal to really answer him coherently. I could barely scream against the excruciation pain as he diligently slipped the tip of his dick into my hole.

The torturous hell for him to get inside—all the way inside of me—felt like an eternity. When he got it in and held it there for about five minutes, I felt hurt and jam-packed right there on my back. Then, as if someone had cast a spell on me, I began to feel my spine tingle and my butthole flutter against him to this whole new wonderful world.

I had been fucked a handful of times before, being broke in was a first this time. With every lunge Jojo delivered, I wanted to scream things that no self-respecting man should ever want to scream aloud. I stayed in reasonable control, nevertheless. Though, I came close to losing it a couple of times when I though I had no tight grip back there because I was just that opened. The weird thing was there wasn’t anything particularly unique about Jojo’s dick. It wasn’t overtly big or long like the size queens like to sell good sex on. It was average, six possibly seven inches and generically round in circumference. It wasn’t the dick that simply felt good. It was the callus hands, the strong work-hard muscles, the urgent stamina to want to own my ass that made the ride worthwhile; that made me feel extremely comfortable in wrapping my powerful legs around his chunky torso while he fucked me good.

Covered in sweat, I felt Jojo’s strong muscles begin to tighten over me. He called out a few times over the eighty-three minutes we fucked that he was ready to shoot. This time he was for real. Drilling like he was drilling for oil with each stroke until he slammed into my well-stretched hole with all his might, feeling his dick tremble and shake and throb with it’s substantial load.

Jojo was an avid condom user, but it wasn’t until he came I realized he had no such thing on. I felt mildly safe nevertheless because he got regularly tested. But my greater concern after he pulled out was the amount of semen he dumped into me. He filled me up to the brim. With my legs in the air, I was afraid to move. Suddenly hit with this urge to want to push out. I was nervous and scared but went for it anyway as I began to feel his burning hot jizz rush down my crack and onto the sheets beneath me. I barely touched my dick when it sputtered its own thick wad of cream at my waistline and down on the bed.

***

Jojo and I fucked around terribly for three years after that. The first couple of months or so it stayed just me and him before we brought others back into our mix. We probably would still be going strong to this day if it wasn’t for the last six months of our fling. I was tired of being his exclusive bottom and pressed for us to switch roles. He agreed. The more I fucked him the less he wanted to fuck me back. The more I treated him like a friend and equal fuck partner, the more he wanted to act like my man, kicking his girl and everybody else to the curb. Eventually I had to do the same with him.

We still hook up occasionally before heading our separate ways. Sometimes it still feels good to grope a big bicep and cuss a little.

One Night In Paris

“Nervous?” he asked, as we lay in his bed.

I looked over at him, “Oh yeah.”

He smiled and opened his arms, I moved onto his chest and his arms encircled me. I was struck, like I always am, at how safe I felt when he held me. I had never been one of those guys who like to snuggle with chicks, but if they felt like I did now…I understood the need.

“What do you have to be worried about?” he asked me, slowly stroking my hair.

“I was such a dick to them,” referring to my long-time friends, “What if they tell me to fuck off.”

“Do you think they will really say that?”

“If I was them, I would.”

He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head, “You’re Archie King, everyone loves you, even when we’re hating you.”

I burrowed closer to him, wanting to just hide here for the rest of my life.

“Look, we both know how Cooper is going to be, but Tony and Wyatt adore you. They will understand.”

I looked up at him, “What if they don’t?”

He gave me a sad smile, “Then we cross that bridge when we come to it.”

I hated that answer because it was the only answer we had.

Hi, my name is Archie King, and I am an asshole.

I used to be a complete alpha jock stud, tagging ass and bragging about it, cocky, bully, all around fucking jerk. I thought my shit didn’t stink and treated a lot of people like crap…until I did that to the wrong person.

Or the right one, depending on which part of the story you’re looking at.

Now, I understand how I treated people and how wrong it was, I was bound and determined to make things right. I had three friends, Cooper, who knew about my newfound love for gay sex and was making me pay for it, and Tony and Wyatt, who had no clue.

Gray and I had decided we were going to give Cooper a chance to redeem himself, I was going to completely submit to him and see if he could be a human being and forgive me. If not, then Gray was going to step in, but that still left Tony and Wyatt, which was what we were discussing.

“Offer yourself up to them,” Gray said in the silence, “The worst they can say is no.”

“The worst they can say is that they hate me and never want to talk to me again,” I corrected him.

“Just talk to them,” he repeated.

So that was how I ended up in the lunchroom, sitting across from them, not sure how to start.

“So, what did you want?” Wyatt asked, curious as to why I asked them to sit away from everyone.

“I needed to talk to guys about something…”

They both looked at me expectantly.

“So, we’ve known each other a long time…”

“Since 6th grade,” Tony said, “Jr High studs even then.”

Wyatt grinned and they high-fived each other.

“Right, but…there are still things we don’t know about each other.”

Wyatt made a face, “Really? Like?”

“Lots of things, personal things…” I trailed off.

“Like what man?” Tony demanded.

“It’s just, I mean…there is something about me…” I sighed, “It might change your view of me.”

“What is it?” Wyatt asked.

“It’s just…damn this is hard.”

“Just come out with it!” Tony blurted out.

“I’m trying…it’s…I mean…you know how I always had a girl on my arm…”

 They both nodded.

“Well, I mean lately, it’s just…” I trailed off again.

Tony was getting frustrated, “Man just fucking say it.”

I said nothing, the fear paralyzing me.

“Are you trying to tell us you’re going out with that freshman kid?”

I felt my heart stop as I looked up at Wyatt in shock.

“That’s what you’re trying to tell us?”

I nodded, mute.

Tony made a face, “Oh shit, I thought it was something important.”

“You knew?”

Wyatt just grinned, “Um yeah, did you think you were being slick?”

Now a new fear gripped me, “Was it that obvious?”

“Only to people who know you,” Tony clarified, “I mean you were nice to him, you’re not nice to anyone.”

And there it was, the problem I was here for.

“That’s the reason I wanted to talk to you guys.”

“To tell us you’re bisexual?” Tony asked, “Cause that’s not a big deal.”

Wyatt agreed, “Yeah, I mean who isn’t?”

“No, I wanted to talk to you about how I treated you guys.”

They got quiet.

“I have been an asshole…well like forever and I wanted to make it up to you guys.”

“How?”

Deep breath.

“By giving myself to you guys for a night.”

They just stared, not blinking.

“You guys can tell me to do anything…for one night, and I have to do it.”

They said nothing, looked at each other, and then back to me. Finally, Tony asked, “So let me get this straight, you wanna be our slaves for a night?” I nodded, “And we can tell you to do anything?” Another nod. “You mean sexual things right?” Another nod.

“Shit,” Wyatt said, sitting back in his chair in amazement.

“We get Archie King as our sexual slave for a night?”

I nodded, “More than a night if you guys want. You’re my best friends, and I want to start treating you better.”

They looked at each other and smiled, Wyatt asked, “You wanna take Archie to Paris?”

Tony nodded, “Badly.”

They both looked back at me, “When and where?”

“I am offering myself up to Cooper first,” I said, “In the gym at 7.”

“Cooper is going to be pissed, you know that right?” Wyatt asked me.

I nodded, “I have to try.”

“Your loss, so what, 8 then?”

I nodded, “8 at the gym would be perfect.”

They both had huge smiles, “Sounds like a date.”

I told Gray who just laughed, “I told you they were going to be cool.”

I collapsed onto his bed, “I know but…”

Before I could finish, he jumped on top of me, straddling my waist he looked down at me, “How many times do I have to tell you, everyone loves you Archie King…we’re all slaves to your awesomeness.”

I flipped him and now I was on top of him, “If anyone is a slave…”

I leaned down and kissed him, “If anyone was a slave to someone…”

“You know I’d fuck the shit out of you if you didn’t have a full night.”

“After?” I asked hopefully.

“Only if you’re a good boy.”

 I can’t explain how turned on I am at this moment.

Cut to a few hours later to this…

“Finally, Archie King on his knees…” Cooper said as I licked up and down his hardness, “You know how long I’ve wanted you here, on your knees, begging…where you belong.”

I had given myself to Cooper, the same way I had to Tony and Wyatt, except he was taking it exactly the way Gray thought he would.

Badly.

Instead of taking the offer to use me as it was intended, he was lording it over me as the cruel asshole he really was. Gray had thought he was going to turn out like this, which meant letting Cooper fuck me and give him one last chance. He pounded me hard, not going to lie it was pretty good…but it was after, as he laid on top of me that it began to unspool…

“Thank you Cooper…thank you for letting me serve…” I said breathlessly. “Thank you for making it right.”

He lay there for a moment and then sat up, his softening cock slipping free of my hole.

“Right? Oh, that doesn’t make it right, that isn’t even close.”

I just closed my eyes, hating that Gray had been so right.

“You are always going to serve me bitch. I call you cum, that’s how the rest of your life is going to go. Unless you want the world to find out how you got fucked at State.

Sighing I looked up, “I gave you what you wanted Cooper, I submitted, I apologized, why can’t you just let it go?”

“Because I don’t want to!” He said scowling at me, “This is your life now Archie, so get used to it. You’re my cunt, now and forever.”

“I would have submitted to you whenever you asked Cooper, you don’t need to threaten me.”

He laughed and stood up, “Yeah but this is funnier. I’m shocked King, I really didn’t think you’d get over what I’d done to you so quickly.”

“I realized you were right, I deserved it,” I said sitting up, “So I got over it.”

The smile on his face told me everything I needed to know. I had been wrong about him, completely wrong.

“I got over it, but my boyfriend didn’t,” I added.

He cocked his head for a moment, “What boyfrie…”

Gray come up behind him with a rag soaked in cho9lofrom and pressed it to his face…within seconds he was out. He lowered his unconscious form to the ground.

“Did you just call me your boyfriend?” Gray asked me with a huge smile on his face.

“If you’ll have me.”

He tossed the rag away and sat down on the bench across from me, “Consider yourself had.”

The smile on my face could have lit a stadium as he kissed me.

We sat there, making out for a few minutes when we heard the gym door open.

We looked up and saw Wyatt and Tony walk in, “We early?”

I shook my head, “Nope,” looking down at Cooper, “Right on time boys.”

“You need help with him?” I asked as Gray hauled Cooper up onto the weight bench.

He smiled at me, “Go have fun, I got this.”

We kissed and I felt my heart skip for a moment. I might have kept kissing him forever if Tony and Wyatt didn’t start hooting and hollering, “Get a room you two!”

I pulled back and Gray winked at me, “Go.”

I walked over to Tony and Wyatt, not sure what to do.

“Um hi…” I said meekly.

Wyatt looked me up and down, taking every inch of my naked body in while Tony walked around me like I was a used car.

“So, what have we got here?” Tony asked.

Wyatt grinned, “Looks like a slut, what do you think?”

Tony nodded, grabbing my chin and locking eyes with me, “Is that what you are boy? A slut?”

Holy shit, there were into this!

I tried to nod and broke eye contact, “Yes sir.”

“Prove it,” he said, pushing his mouth onto mine.

At first, I was shocked, I had known Tony since I was in junior high and the thought of him kissing another guy, much less me was the same as a dog standing up on its hind legs and talking. But here I was, being kissed by him, and what a fucking kiss it was. I had heard Tony was a stud from guys who had chased his leftovers, girls in every grade had chased him as they had chased me so we both had reps…

Let me tell you his reputation was fucking earned.

He grabbed hold of me and kissed me hard, letting me know who was in control. I felt my entire body react as I began to melt into him, never wanting him to stop. It took me a couple of seconds to realize he had stopped kissing me and I was still standing there, eyes closed, mouth open…

When I opened my eyes, he was grinning at me, “How’d I do?”

“Fucking amazing,” I admitted, wanting to do much more.

I was turned around and face to face with Wyatt, “My turn.”

He laid one on me and I felt my heart skip a beat. He actually dipped me as his tongue invaded my mouth, knocking my socks off, which were the only thing I was wearing. Wyatt was a looker, he looked like he was in a freaking boy band, the cute one with the surfer’s hair but he kissed like a fucking stud. I had never really focused that much on kissing when I was with girls, and I see now the error of my ways.

 When he was done, he let go of me and I fell to the floor, looking up at these two specimens with unabashed lust in my eyes.

“Yep, that’s a well-used slut,” Tony said with a smirk.

“Look,” Wyatt said, putting his arm around Tony’s broad shoulders, “He got hard from just us kissing him.”

I was hard, my cock was throbbing, and from nothing more than these guys just kissing me. It was going to be a long night.

“You wanna serve us slut?” Tony asked, grabbing the sizable bulge in his jeans and shaking it, “You wanna be our girl?”

I was speechless, I didn’t think they would be this into it, seeing my lifelong friends talk to me like this…it was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.

Wyatt leaned in and said in Tony’s ear, “Look…he’s tongue-tied. I think he wants us.”

He licked around Tony’s ear, and I stifled a moan as I watched Tony smile and turn towards him, “I know I’d want us.”

Their lips touched and I felt my cock lurch as I watched them kiss passionately, the hot Italian jock and the blonde surfer boy swapping spit…it was something out of a wet dream. I had thought I had been so cool and clever sneaking around behind their backs, but it was clear from this kiss…I was the one who had no idea what had been going on.

When they were done Tony looked at me, “Ok slut, up on the weight bench, ass up, face down.”

I got up and scrambled to the weight bench, looking over and seeing Gray had tied Cooper down to the other one and looked like he was going to rim him.

Lucky Cooper.

As I lowered myself onto the bench, my heart pounding in my chest, I had to wonder what this looked like. Here I was, Archie King, 6’1”, 191 pounds of pure muscle, on my knees, ass up…waiting to serve my best friends. The gym had whole walls of mirrors so I could see behind me as Tony and Wyatt undressed.

Tony was a sight to behold, with his thick, muscular body that radiated raw power and masculinity. He was a handsome Italian guy, with dark hair that was always styled perfectly, and a five o’clock shadow that gave him a rugged look. His jawline was sharp and defined, his nose straight, and his lips full. He had dark brown eyes that sparkled with intelligence and confidence. He had strong, defined cheekbones that gave him a chiseled look, and a charming smile that could light up a room.

His body was truly incredible, with broad shoulders that tapered down to a trim waist. He had thick, powerful thighs and a defined chest that looked like it could break boulders. He had muscles that were clearly visible and toned to perfection, and his arms looked like they were carved out of marble. He was thick and wide, not just in terms of his muscles but his overall body structure.

Tony was also impressively tall, standing at around 6’2″ and weighing around 220 lbs. He was incredibly strong, with a body built for power and endurance, making him the perfect wrestler. He was the kind of guy who could intimidate just by walking into a room, and everyone knew it.

But the real showstopper was his cock. It was truly impressive, large and uncut, measuring around 9 inches in length and 7 inches in girth when fully erect. The head of his cock was a deep, rich shade of purple, and it seemed to always be slightly swollen, adding to the overall thickness of the shaft. The foreskin was pulled back, looking like it could shoot at any moment. The shaft was thick and veiny, with large, bulbous veins running along the length that I wanted to lick so bad. His balls were also thick and heavy, and they hung low, like a fucking bull. I’d never seen an uncut cock before and it was incredible this close.

Wyatt stood next to him, his lean, toned body radiating a sense of effortless cool and confidence. He was the epitome of a California surfer boy, with his dirty blond hair falling in natural waves around his face. His hair had light golden highlights that shimmered when it caught the light, framing his chiseled jawline. He had piercing blue eyes, the color of the ocean, that seemed to sparkle with a mischievous twinkle. They had a genuine warmth, kind and friendly, inviting you to trust him instantly.

His body was something out of a magazine. He had the perfect surfer physique, with tight, cut abs and broad shoulders that tapered down to a trim waist. He had a well-defined chest and ripped arms that looked like they were sculpted by a master artist. He looked like he had spent a lifetime honing his body, every muscle was toned and defined but still had a natural look, not like he had spent hours in the gym getting a bulging muscle.

He was taller than average, standing at about 6 feet, with a lean build that suggested he was someone who spent a lot of time on the beach, catching waves and soaking up the sun. He moved with a grace and agility that seemed almost unnatural like he was a part of the ocean itself.

Overall, Wyatt was the perfect embodiment of a California surfer boy, with his sun-kissed skin, toned body, and devil-may-care attitude, He was handsome, charming, and confident, and had the perfect body, a true sun-bleached golden god.

Wyatt’s cock was a thing of beauty. It was long, thick, and perfectly proportioned. His cock head was round and swollen, a deep shade of red that seemed to pulse with each beat of his heart. The veins on the shaft were prominent, running along the length of it, adding to the texture and making it look even more impressive. His cock was a true masterpiece, a work of art that was both intimidating and mesmerizing at the same time.

Tony was the first to approach me, his thick, muscular body glistening with sweat. He knelt down behind me and with his hands he spread my cheeks wide, exposing my hole to him. He leaned in close, and I felt his warm, wet tongue start to explore my rim, circling around my opening with slow, deliberate licks. The sensation was incredible, and I couldn’t help but moan out loud in pleasure. His tongue was soft and supple, but it was also strong and demanding. Each lick felt like a wave of pleasure crashing over me.

Wyatt stepped up next, his lean, toned body standing before me. I could feel my mouth watering at the sight of his hard cock, and he wasted no time shoving it into my mouth. I was immediately struck by how large it was. It was thick and heavy, and I could feel the veins bulging under my tongue. The head was round and swollen, precum flooding my mouth.

I began to run my tongue over the head, swirling it around and savoring the taste. His cock twitched in my mouth, and I could feel him starting to grow harder. As I took more and more of him into my mouth, I could feel my jaw starting to ache from the effort, but I didn’t care. The sensation of having Wyatt’s cock in my mouth was too good to stop.

I started to move my head up and down his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth. Wyatt’s hands were in my hair, holding me in place as I sucked him off. The movement of my mouth and the suction sensation was incredible, and I could feel him starting to get close to the edge.

Tony continued to eat me out, his fingers joining in the action, exploring my ass.

Wyatt didn’t let up, continuing to thrust into my mouth “You like being a dirty little whore for us, don’t you Archie?” he growled, “You love being used by your friends.”

I couldn’t help but moan in response, the pleasure was too much to bear. I silently begged them to use me more, to just break me.

Tony positioned himself behind me, his massive body looming over me. I could feel the head of his cock press against my hole, and without any hesitation, he pushed himself inside of me. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation, his cock was huge and thick, and it filled me completely. He was so large that I felt stretched, my ass screaming from the violation.

He began to thrust in and out of me, his massive thighs slapping against my own. I could feel every inch of him as he moved, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the edge. He was rough and aggressive, but it was exactly what I wanted. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him, pounding into me harder and harder.

“You like that, don’t you girl?” he growled in my ear, “You love that big thick cock in you, how it fills you up, you my bitch?”

I couldn’t help but moan in response, the pleasure was too much to bear. I sobbed as I sucked Wyatt off, begging him to take me harder, to never stop, he continued to pound into me, his fingers digging into my hips as he took me.

“Your cunt is so tight,” he growled as he pushed into me. “I can’t get enough of how good you feel.”

“You like being our little fucktoy don’t you Archie?” Tony growled in my ear, “You love being used by us, being our little slut?”

“Yeah…you like that bitch? You like getting fucked?”

“Oh god…fuck…” I panted.

“Huh? Come on stud, you like this cock in your pussy?”

To accent his question, he thrust upwards and smashed that spot again, making my eyes shoot open and a low moan escapes my mouth.

“Do you?”

“Oh, fuck yeah…” I began to babble.

“Beg me…come on cunt…fucking beg me to fuck you.”

“Oh god…fuck…oh shit…” I called out as he hit my spot over and over again, my cock bobbing under my eight-pack, leaking precum all over the place.

“Beg me cunt…beg your better to fuck you…”

“Oh shit…unnnn…there…” I called out as he hit that place dead on.

“Beg me…”

He hit it three more times and my mind snapped.

“Fuck me! Oh shit fuck me please…fucking rail me…please…please make me cum…”

I nodded as I moaned, unable to form words. I loved the feeling of being used and dominated by them. They didn’t hold back, taking years of frustration of me being a cocky asshole out on my holes one inch at a time.

As they took me together in a synchronized rhythm, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I could feel Wyatt’s cock twitching in my mouth, and I knew he was close.

“Hold up,” Wyatt said, I want a turn.

Tony kept pumping into me, “Shit…but I’m close…”

“I can take both…” I said breathlessly, both of them looking at me in shock. I looked at Tony, “Lay down on the bench,” I got up, “Wyatt, wait until he is in me.”

Tony laid down, “You sure…”

I didn’t answer, I positioned myself above him, taking his cock into my hand and guiding it toward my ass. I felt the head press against my entrance before sliding inside me, the feeling was intense, and it made my body shiver. The thickness and warmth of it were overwhelming, I could feel every ridge and vein as it filled me up.

“Ok…” I said.

Wyatt moved behind me, his cock pushing into my hole, stretching it even more.

I couldn’t help but let out a moan as they both filled me up completely, my body stretched to its limits as they filled me up. The feeling of being so full and stretched was indescribable, it was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but let out a moan as I adjust to the feeling.

As Tony and Wyatt began to thrust into me at the same time, I could feel the pleasure building within me. The sensation of being filled up by two thick cocks at the same time was indescribable, knowing it was my best friends only made it better. I could feel the stretch of my muscles as they pushed deeper inside me, the sensation of being filled to the brim was overwhelming. They both moved in perfect harmony, their bodies slapping against mine as they fucked me. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge, my body tensing with pleasure.

Tony’s thrusts were powerful and deep, his thick cock hitting all the right spots inside me. Wyatt’s were more controlled, but no less intense, his lean body moving in perfect rhythm with Tony’s. Together, they were an unstoppable force, pushing me to my limits.

I could feel their hands all over my body, grasping and squeezing my hips, pulling me down onto them as they thrust deeper inside me. Their dirty talk only added to the intensity, they called me a whore, a slut, and I could only nod, unable to form words as pleasure overwhelmed me.

“Look at you, Archie, riding those cocks, taking both of us in your little ass like one of those cheerleader groupies we fuck after games,” Tony sneered at me.

“I’m a dirty little girl,” I replied, unable to control the pleasure of feeling so degraded by my friends, “So dirty…”

“That’s what you are Archie? A fucking whore, begging to be fucked by real men,” Wyatt chimed in.

Fuck they were filling me up!

With that, Tony thrust inside me, and I felt the stretch of my muscles as they pushed deeper inside me, the sensation of being filled to the brim was overwhelming. They both moved in perfect harmony, their bodies slapping against mine as they fucked me. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge, my body tensing with pleasure.

“Fuck I’m close…” Tony moaned.

“Same…” Wyatt panted behind me.

“Cum in me,” I said, feeling my own cock throb untouched, “Breed me!”

“You want our babies Arch?” Tony asked, slamming me down on his cock as he pushed up.

“FUCK!” I screamed, feeling that fucking Italian meat destroy my spot…sending me into a fog…

“Shit,” Wyat exclaimed as he began to shoot, his cock pulsing in me…

“I can feel you shoot!” Tony screamed as he was pushed over the edge, both of them flooding my guts.

I could feel both of them pumping inside me, filling me up with their hot cum. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and I knew I was going to cum harder than I ever had before. I could feel my body contracting, my ass squeezing around both of them as I came. I could feel them both pulsing inside me, the feeling of being filled up with hot cum was amazing.

“Come for us, Archie,” Tony growled as he pounded into me, “Come for your men.”

My load flew all over Tony’s chest, spraying us both with hot cum as my ass clamped down on their cocks. They both moaned as they felt me squeeze every drop from their aching cocks.

We collapsed on the bench, drained…covered in sweat.

And then we heard Cooper…

“FUCKING YES…OH FUCK…FUCK ME…FUCK ME…”

We looked over and saw Cooper, sitting on gray’s lap, riding his cock for all he was worth. Slowly we got up and walked over, not saying a word, like wolves sensing prey…

Cooper came like a fire hose, showering gray’s chest and abs with a massive load, and then began to kiss him like they were fucking going steady or something.

Just like that Gray stood up, dumping to the ground, and looked over at us, “Who’s next?”

We just looked down at him…our cocks were already hard again.

He looked like he was about to say something when I knelt down, grabbed his ankles, and thrust my cock into him in one go…he threw his head back moaning until Wyatt knelt down and shoved his cock into his mouth.

And the three of us took him…

All in all, a good night.

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The four of us were sitting on the sofa watching straight porn. My friend Bill, his friend Tom and his girl friend Cindy.  My cock was so hard.  I was wearing sweat pants which made it very hard to hide.  I was also leaking pre-cum like a garden hose and the wet spot on my pants was getting larger.

Cindy caught a glance of the wet spot and giggled, whispering into Toms ear.  Tom of course looked over then leaned back and whispered in her ear.  The couple got up and jumped me, pulling off my pants exposing my hard throbbing cock.  Bill laughed doing nothing to stop them.

The three laughed at their little prank as I looked for something to cover up with.  Seeing nothing I gave up.  Take a picture it will last longer I said as they stared at my hard cock.  I should have been more carefully with my words because all three of them all took out there cell phones and starting taking pictures of my dick.

You guys better delete those I shouted.  Well maybe Cindy said, if you suck off the guys I might consider it.  Whoa, wait a minute I said.  Cindy told Tom and Bill to drop their pants.  Drop you pants boys Kevin is going to suck you off while I watch.

Are you serious Bill asked?  Wouldn’t you like a blow job Bill?  Come to think of it, it would feel good to blow my wad Bill replied.  With that Bill pulled down his pants, his cock springing up already hard and ready.

Looks like Bills up first Cindy said.  Bill’s cock was inches from my face as he stood in front of me sitting on the couch.  Well, start sucking Tom said if you don’t want these pictures posted on-line.  Bill waved his hard cock in front of my face as Tom and Cindy watched to see what I would do.

My cock was still dripping wet, and I was horney as hell.  I stroked my cock a little, geting my hand wet with pre-cum. Then I reached out and grabbed Bills cock and began stroking him with my lube.  Damn Kevin that feels so good Bill said as the others watched.

It looks so tasty I said, do you mind if I give it a taste I asked?  Go ahead Bill answered.  With that I leaned in and took Bills hard 7 inch cock into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. Oh my god that feels awesome Bill said. 

By now Tom had his cock out and was stroking it.  Wow, three nice cocks guys Cindy said as she slipped a hand down her pants and started rubbing her clit.  The porno was still playing and the moaning in the background was the perfect ambiance.

I continued going down on Bills cock as Tom moved over next to him,  my turn Tom said as he pushed his cock toward my lips.  I took his cock into my mouth and stroked Bills at the same time.  The two of them started moaning.

Oh Fuck, Cindy cried out, I’m cumming! I stopped sucking long enough to say, I better get some of that pussy after all this I said!  It’s okay by me, if Tom says it’s okay she replied. Swallow my wad and you’ve got it Tom said.

I caught a glimpse of Cindy stripping down as I slurped on Tom’s cock.  Damn she had nice tits and a great ass I thought as I swithed and sucked Bill and stroked Tom.  I felt the  head of Bill’s cock begin to swell in my mouth just before I felt a flood of hot sticky cum flood into my mouth.

I kept sucking, Damn cum tastes pretty good I thought as I swalled his load down my throat. I went back to finish off Toms huge cock.  It had to be close to 9 inches. I could on get 3 quarters of it in my mouth without gagging.  I’m going to cum Tom said.  Oh yeah, suck that cock bitch he said as his cock exploded into my mouth!

Another tasty load, and now for my reward.  Ok Cindy, I said, time for some pussy!  No kissing, just fucking, doggie, nothing else Tom said.  Cindy assumed the position on the floor in front of me.  Such a nice ass she had. I couldn’t wait to bounce my balls off of those plump cheeks.

Her pussy was drenched as I pushed two fingers into her twat.  I got down on my knees behind her and rubbed my cock between her pussy lips.  I don’t know who was wetter her or me. I slipped it in with no resistance and began banging her pussy.  I slipped a thumb into her tight little asshole as I pounded her pussy.

Her moaning grew louder as I grabbed her hips and drilled her hole faster.  The guys watched as I fucked her.  The smell of her pussy filled the air like sweet perfume.  I was about to empty my balls, I drove it in deep and held her tight up against my groin.  Awhhhhh, I moaned as I filled her twat with my hot cum. 

Keep going, I’m almost there she cried.  I started fucking her as fast and hard as I could.  Her moans got louder and louder.  I’m cumming she exclaimed.  I slowed down but kept pumping her as her moans slowed.  God Damn that was a great piece of ass I said.  Your welcome Cindy said, and thank you for the big “O”.

We all collapsed on the couch. Well that was fun, we’ll have to do this again I said!  Well we ended up having many orgies together. 

I hope you enjoyed this saga.  Leave me a comment and let me know what gets you off so I can, you know, get you off. Lol

That hungry-ass bitch didn’t care one fucking bit!

Not that I cared or was expecting him too under the circumstances, but DAMN, he was going hard at it like he was the one coming off the pipe. That bitch was a cum-hungry slut that didn’t care one way or another which way his ass got broken off as long as it got taken care of. I wasn’t worried two shits about that, being that his ass was going to be well taken care of the second I sunk this big black dick deep up in his dooky chute. Then, as soon as I let him know I got him on this end, he started whining like a fucking baby, like I was on the verge taking away his favorite toy. He needed dick to pacify his mouth. He needed dick to plug up that cleaned-out exhaust pipe. That bitch was so fucking hungry for dick his ass gave his away like candy. When it comes down the tube it’s that fucking easy to get, I don’t usually fuck with it. I don’t like to dance in sloppy seconds unless I know I was the first to stamp it and the last one to flood it out.

But that night I didn’t give a shit. I was just horny with a stiff brick between my legs, and he was just one hungry-ass motherfucker I copped from afar.  

I probably sound a little crazy talking about this hungry motherfucker without giving you the back story. Let me start from the very beginning.

I couldn’t say how far it went back except to say it went way back to when I had a roommate, which was about a couple of years back. He was the one that put me onto this spot not too far from the crib we were renting. Since the two of us were tops and we couldn’t do anything unless one of us bent over (believe me I tried hard with his bumbling brown ass), we often exchanged information about those dudes with that fire head game and those tight bottoms with those dairy-milking asses. Back when he originally brought up this certain gas station, I wasn’t really hearing him out because I was rolling in ass then. I had booty calls every quarter hour. And the only reason I was swapping stories with him was because I was hoping his asshole would get moist and wet and one thing would lead to another before his drawers came off his ass. So on and so forth. He came close to inviting me into his ass a couple of times. The first time, he said he didn’t want to complicate matters. The second time, he saw the dick. He retreated like a scared little bitch, thinking that one sweet pop of his booty with this bruiser dick was going to make his wrists go limp.

At any rate, he kept on and on about this gas station down the street from us like it was some sort of sex club church thing he attended once a week to hook up with these freaks that did a grand number on his dick. My roommate warned me not to fuck with that early crowd. And by early he meant before two in the morning. He said before then, most of them were just straight-up fags, the kind too ugly for the club and would do just about anything to cop a dick. Then there were the anointed few, the late crowd as he called them, that genuinely took care of a raw piece like a titty bitch that wanted to make sure her man came back home at night. He had one really good one he often joked he was going to make his wifey. His lame ass even brought one of those gas station bitches home every now and again. I wouldn’t have had any beef with it if he was for real with it. Turn a stank-nasty ho into a housewife for all I care. That wasn’t even the case, though. It was just purely sex between them. Man and ho. I was sure of that because whenever he brought this particular bitch home, he always wanted me to join him in tag teaming. I was cool with getting in that nutt, but not with my roommate bringing that piece of trash home like he was some fugly geekmonster that couldn’t do any better.

It was because of this I bounced my separate way after our lease was up, and I never saw dude or his cum piece again.

I wasn’t even thinking about him or his friend that night I got behind the wheel and started driving. I must have been really tired after the club, because rather than go home to my new crib which was about a good fifteen minutes away from where I was, I drove forty-five minutes out of the way back to my old crib with ol’ boy. I was in the parking lot and everything before I caught that someone was in my usual parking spot. I might have caught my mistake much earlier if I had been more into the club scene earlier that night. Like, if I saw somebody hot and I couldn’t get with them or their friend or the usual suspects, I might’ve just gone home and jagged off. I wasn’t horny that night so I wasn’t even trying to pound on some ass, even though a couple of dudes slipped me their number.

I was like dead tired on the drive up but by the time I caught my mistake I was wide awake like I wasn’t tired in the first place. I was tempted to give one of the numbers in my pocket a ring before I thought about the gas station. I was about in the middle, bound to go either way until it occurred to me I couldn’t remember what the dudes looked like that gave me their numbers. On top of that, I might have to do some more driving to hunt them out. I was reluctant to head over to the gas station too, thinking that my best bet was to go on home. I hadn’t played with those dudes like that to know the ropes. I looked at the time. It was shortly after two. I had two options: I could head home or close to home and get some action at one of the local sex booths in town or head over to the gas station.

I headed over to the gas station, with my roommate on my shoulder whispering in my ear that those bitches didn’t just get a dick wet, but they sucked and deep-throated and swallowed like a thirsty mug. I was even reminded of some of the pre-opt trannies he talked about. Even though I was a proud gay man, I loved the idea of wrapping my large hands around some fake titties and pulling on some fake hair. Even if it didn’t pop off like that, I was intrigued by the possibility.

I don’t know what I was expecting when I pulled up into the empty gas station with all of its light shining bright. I guess I was naively thinking (or sleep thinking) that all the cum-thirsty pieces were just going to appear out of obscurity and throw themselves on my dick. My dick was on brick then. I was sorely disappointed when all I saw was this lone clerk manning the gas station. I remember my roommate said none of them were a bother except for the dyke who thought she owned the place. But even she had a tendency to shy away from two men going at it. She had something personal against the trannies.

I parked the Navigator on the other side of the pump and slowly got out. I may have been tired and awake as fuck, but I wanted him to drink in all of my good looks. I can be arrogant and say I’m all that without falling short of any expectations. But I won’t. Confidence and cockiness are in two different leagues. I will be modest enough to say I’m a cut above the rest with my face and diesel-cut body alone. With the unzipping of my pants, a slight flash of my dick, I get a few shameless oh my god looks. One, the guy at the pump, readily gave when I came back from the inside to jump into my ride with my dick swinging between my fly.

He was trying his best to look without looking. I wasn’t mad, though. He was falling into the trap. Just as planned. Mainly, I got clearance he got down with the program. He was about five foot nine, low caesar cut, greased wavy hair, with one of those nice compact bodies highlighted by his tight white tee and his high shelf booty. I wasn’t giving him any eye contact as I made my way back to the pump. I learned long time ago giving off eye contact to a piece right off the bat sets off this sort of cat/mouse game whereas a fisherman with failsafe bait reels them in every time.

I won’t even lie. It was quite funny watching him damn near break his neck slyly trying to sneak a peak around the corner. Where’s the dick? Where’s the freakin’ dick? I need to be cool, but I needed to know…where’s that dick? There’s that dick? Dude got a freakin’ big-ass dick! I got to go pull back, now. So he don’t pull out my ho card. He was doing this trying to be coy with it but instead came off as bold as a panther on the prowl.

 

Let me do the work, I thought to what I thought his thoughts were. Don’t be such a hungry one, trick. I got your appetite covered. Like the rapper said, enough to feed the needy.

He was so afraid I was going to tease it and leave it I could tell he was desperate to start a conversation with me. I wasn’t having it. Good thing I got a big-ass ride with a trunk door I can open, pretending to look for something and ignore him at the same time. I could see through the tint of the back window he was brazenly trying to come over on my side of the pump. He was stepping closer and closer. So close in fact I thought I got a faint whiff of his cologne. When I thought he came too close, I grabbed the door and slammed the shit out of it, scaring him back to his car.

He stopped trying to look over for a moment, and quickly resumed, casually making his way back between the pumps trying to look on my end. Where’s that dick? What he didn’t know was I had a surprise for his ass. I took advantage of his fear and crept up behind him, coming on my side of the pump next to my hood. I hit both of his sides just above his waist, not caring if I got a laugh or a yelp. With his arms sort of out, I reached under them and locked them so he couldn’t move them with my hands strategically behind his head, as I leaned him forward against my vehicle.

I think he was so scared he forgot to get something out of his mouth other than this large inhale. I wanted to laugh. I thought his panicked alarm was funny. But like my cousin always said, the best way to cook lobster is to make sure that the water is hot.

“Calm down, folk,” I growled in his ear. “I see you like what you see. I like what I see too. What we going to do about that?”

I let him linger with that thought for a minute with my freed dick pressed hard against designer denim-clad booty.

“Damn, Daddy.” He said in a low masculine cry, sounding sexy than a mug.

“Someone must have gotten the memo I had got a soft spot for my bitches that call me Daddy.”

I knew this could go either way. He could fight the fact he wasn’t a bitch or he wasn’t in the business of being bitched out, only for me to work to bring it out of his sweet ass after a few good strokes.

“Damn, Daddy, you ain’t got to do me like this.” He whined properly. “I don’t have a problem being a good bitch for that good dick.”

He was teasing me. Fuck!

“You need this big dick up in you, doncha? You need it to tap into your deep and nasty inner ho… bring out that inner bitch… explode those rings…roam those guts…and flood you out with these babies, huh?”

I couldn’t even begin to describe the sounds coming out of his mouth. He was game, ready for whatever was going to come down the pipe.

“Damn, Daddy, I need that dick up in me bad, man.”

“You’re going to get it. Daddy wants to tap that candied ass, dig out your inner bitch.”

“Long as you dick me down like that, Daddy, I ain’t got no beef with that.” He exhaled before adding, “I got a spot not to far from here.”

“Nah, G,” I breathed, taking his scent of cologne and excitement, and said something that even surprised me. “Let me stop you right there. I want that ass right here right now.”

“Out here?”

“No doubt,” I said.

I wasn’t originally planning on it going down out there, as I was thinking the side or the back of the building, but I liked the sound of it once I got the words out of my mouth. I loved that the security cam was taking all of this in.

“What if the po-po comes by?”

“Fuck the po-po.” I said, not being brave-hearted as I was just thinking purely with my head below my waist. “I need you to take this dick like a soldier anywhere I pull it out… and as you can feel I got it out right now.”

“Yeah, Daddy,” he moaned, as a couple of the lights above our head went slightly dim against the ultra bright lights surrounding us. I thought, if I was going to fuck him, over the hood would be the best place to do it. As I moved him over from my vehicle to his vehicle, I thought about the clerk inside watching the television.

If I wasn’t giving a shit about the damn po-po, I damn sure wasn’t going to fret over any damn minimum wage clerk.

As bizarre as it may sound, I couldn’t see a dude working the graveyard shift calling the police talking about somebody having sex around the gas pumps. Even though I had it fresh in my mind my roommate said they didn’t care, it had been a minute since I conversed with him. At least, that was what I thought since it had been a minute since I’d seen him. Either way, I just couldn’t see him calling the police because if he was straight, he wasn’t going to tell anybody what he saw without the fear of it rubbing off on him. If he was a gay motherfucker, he was just going to have to grab a hot dog and take some serious notes.

I got him over his hood, the Dodge Charger. He still had his clothes on. I could feel him getting soaking wet through his thin pants. If I didn’t know any better, I might have assumed he just finished up with somebody else. I don’t know what gave me that impression. But I had a hunch. I put his face down against the hood of his car and go for peeling off his pants. He had that saggy-baggy look, so they came off without a problem. It was much more work to get off his boxer-briefs, and even that was nothing more than a swipe.

“You’re going straight to it, huh, now?” He asked, with his drawers cuffing the underside of his ass.

He had one of those picture-perfect asses that looked like it was missing from some high-end photo gallery.

“Damn, right.”

“You want me to wet that pipe for you, Daddy?”

This time it wasn’t what he said, but how he said it, keeping that masculine edge was just working me over overtime. For me, it’s like its one thing to get a flaming queen to give it up and bitch out over a dick. It’s a whole new season to find a hard man that knows he’s found a real man to climb on his back.

“Nah, G, I’m just going to slide my dick right up in there and make you hit notes that you never thought you could!”

“Damn, son…Daddy,” he corrected.

“’Damn Daddy’ is right.” I said, taking a swift slap to the back of his head as I parked my dick between his thighs. I could feel his cheeks just vibrating thinking I was going to get straight to work.

I had no doubt he was just that wet. That I could just slide up in there for smooth sailing. That bitch was hungry for it. I had a lube pillow in my pocket. I was thinking about using it then but decided against it being I had just one. Knowing me, I can go the distance and with him being naturally wet and my mouth salivating and the backup in my pocket, I knew that we were good.

I pulled back, letting that ass of his kiss the fresh night air and my precum dry from his sweaty nutt sac. I was looking for dude to back that ass up, chase it. Instead of just throwing my dick up in there, I took my thick thumb and just started thumbing his hole. I was expecting him to be a little sweaty. I wasn’t expecting the bitch to be already greased like an old back door with a few hits of WD-40.

“You’re a hungry bitch, aincha?”

He whimpered like a true bitch, trying to get my thumb in him passed the last knuckle.

“You got that tight hole for Daddy, doncha?”

“Unnnnhhhh,” he gnarled.

“Listen to you up there. You’re bitching out over this thumb. It ain’t even a lengthy finger.”

I reached forward and fingered his balls from the tip of his shaft as I was sure my thumb was long enough to fish for his prostate. I found it with no problem, listening to him up there.

“Daddy, please,” he puffed like some whining fiend.

“Daddy, please, what?” I smiled.

“Fuck me…ohhhh,” he grumbled against my thumb twisting against his insides.

“I didn’t hear you, Lil’ G. Whatcha say?” I joked.

“Fuck me, Daddy.” He winced with one more twist.

“You don’t want to suck Daddy’s dick, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy, what?”

“Yes, Daddy, I want to…suck…your…dick, ohhh,” he trembled against me.

“You want my cum?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Daddy’s cum. Where you want it?”

“In my mouth,” he groaned.

“Where else?”

“Down my throat,” he added.

“Down that cum-hungry throat, where else?”

“Up my ass,” he groaned again, breathing harder as I played with his hole.

“Up that sweet bitch ass, you say? You want Daddy to paint your guts with his nutt?”

“Uh-huh,” he panted, just against my fingers

“Where else you want Daddy to put that nutt?”

He paused for a moment, and muttered, “In my face.”

“Close,” I smiled, using my thumb to go in and out of him. “I was looking for wherever I want to put that nutt. It could be down your throat…up your ass…in your eye…through your nose…on your ass…in your ass…in your pubes…wherever Daddy sees fit.”

“Yes, Daddy,” he cried as my thumb beat against his prostate.

I pulled it out.

The bitch was super hungry. He needed dick in his mouth and in his ass. I was just one man, but I had him covered on both ends.

I slammed my dick straight into his moist hole. No care or concern. Not for some dude that came off it quicker than a streetwalker that got paid for it. He wasn’t nearly as open as I was led to believe, either that, my dick was simply too big for such puckered butt lips. But listening to him holler through it was like music to my sadistic ears, his hole trying its best to suck me in like the hungry ho I knew him to be.

“Why are you doing all that hollering up there, huh?” I asked calmly, pinning his back down and pile-driving through his tight ass rings to go balls deep. “The whole point of you getting fucked is for you to get fucked and like it.”

I laughed.

“Oh, God,” he moaned through gritted teeth. “Take it out, Daddy!”

I laughed some more.

“Don’t act like you’ve never had some dick before, now. A hungry slut like you lives off a cum-filled dick to splatter your guts!” I said, slapping his ass hard.

He yelped.

“Open up, bitch.” I slapped his ass again.

“Oh, God,” he repeated a few more times before I got in there good with my balls right in the groove of his crack.

That motherfucker cock-a-doodle-doo-ed so loudly I was looking for the sun to show up.

“Calm down, bitch, it ain’t nothing but that good Daddy Dick robbing you of your stank pussy.”

I held still for a minute, letting him get used to the dick inside of him, stretching him to his limits. He was caught between pleasure and pain. Mumbling and moaning and I wasn’t even stroking yet. I just got it in.

I continued bringing my hands back to his waist, “Letting some random dude run up in you like that. From the gas station, no less. I know bitch-ass hoes like you. You probably get trained on the regular just to take care of this insatiable hole. Don’t worry, though, I got the stamina of about nine men.”

I pulled out just to shove it back in like a beast, digging him out like a bulldozer at a construction site. He was yelling and yelping like we were in a hotel room with sounds bouncing off the walls except I was reminded that we weren’t inside but outdoors. The only building other than the gas station was about a good five hundred yards away. The rest was hills and wooded area with an occasional car zooming by.

“This ass got a snug fit to it, though.” I puffed after some time.

After a while, even though he was letting me swim in it, it didn’t feel like I sank in it. It felt like though I was going deep I wasn’t getting all the way in there, so I snatched his cheap drawers off and spread his legs like a bona fide ho.

“Let me in this bitch…yeah, throw it back! Throw it back. There you go. That’s that good stank pussy, bitch!”

I probably wasn’t even leveling strokes into a good five minutes after that before he cried something terrible and his hole broke open. It was like he had no walls. His hole was so opened I probably could have shoved my fist up in there and there would have still been no walls up in there. 

I didn’t care at this point. I was still going hard for mine and he was still bitching out to the hood of his car. I was slapping his ass hard between ramming lunges. He loved it, throwing it back even harder, trying to make me bust a nutt.

“Oh fuck, motherfucker, Daddy,” he screeched with me fucking with much more abandon. I was never sensitive to fucking him out there, but it was less than a notion the more I got into it. Like, being out there in the open there was some safety net being night and being that the neighborhood was quiet. But by then, the way I was going in it raw, it could have been daytime in front of the police station, and I couldn’t have given two good shits.

“This Daddy’s pussy, ain’t it, bitch?”

I was slapping his ass and drilling it like I was going for oil. The next thing I know his asshole just tightened up. Going from this sagging chasm back to the way I found it, only tighter. It was just choking the shit out of my dick and I’m fighting, pumping through like a champ, not knowing until he let out another grunt that I just knocked a load out of him that happened to squirt against the rim of his car.

Now, I’m stuck with two choices: I can hold him down and go for mine or I can do something else.

“Your ass just going to take my load,” I mouthed to myself, choosing the former.

I dug my fingers deep into his waist. Although I wasn’t ready to bust a nutt quite yet, I was going to force one on out anyway. I just allowed myself to feel it, feel my dick scrape against his hole. With very little lube it left a lot of friction, and when I truly got into it and rode that feeling, I felt my nutts boil and was on the verge of bubbling over.

“Yeah, take Daddy’s dick, bitch. GOD DAMMIT!”

I held that bitch tight, and I busted a load so powerful, so far deep inside his guts, that his whole body went further into his hood.

“Turn your ass around and drop to your knees for Daddy.” I said after a couple of more finishing lunges.

He obliged, breathlessly. I plugged my dick right into his mouth. My hands roamed his head and found his ears. I was stroking something back there behind his ear around the base of his neck that just made him purr like a damn kitten. This bitch wasn’t just deep-throating it. It felt like he was using both ends of his tongue to get me going again. I tried not to let him get the best of me. I wanted to fuck his face since he made me rush to get my nutt.

“That’s some good mouth, bitch,” I said complimenting him after some time. “Clean up that mess you made.”

He went from tasting his ass to trying to get me hard again. I wasn’t having that, seeing I had a nice little ride ahead of me to get back home and get to bed.

I let him think he was going get some more, but I pulled my dick out and slapped him in the face with it.

He seemed so ecstatic about it. Most bitches are.

I put my dick back in his eager mouth, kept it there for awhile before pulling it out and slapping him clear across the face with the back of my hand.

“Next time don’t cum until I tell your ass, too.” I said, yanking up my pants.

He looked so stunned, as I headed back to my ride. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to cry or get mad. But his bitch-ass knew better not to respond all crazy. Like he forgot he was nothing more than a cum-hungry bitch on the prowl.

He forgot all about courtesy.

Let your man cum first and then get yours when you can.

As I got further down the highway, smelling the ass and cum wafting through my pants, my mind wasn’t even on that hungry bitch anymore. The only thing I could think about was the story the clerk had to tell his friends.

One of my loyal readers S Paul asked me to do part 2 of this story. Here it is S Paul and I hope it really gets you off !!!!

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RICKY: 18 Year Old Farm Boy Horny 24/7

After my first sexual experience with the amazing sexy farm neighbor Rusty, the stud who had taken my virginity, I now had the uncontrollable lust for his cock up my ass everyday. But I did not see Rusty after our first fuck for a week but I masturbated every night with memory of his big 9 inch cock drilling my man pussy. I was about to go crazy for this red headed hunk and more of his cum deep in me and dreaming of exploding with my cum deep in his throat, man I wanted him so bad. I had to have him bad!!! 

A week after my first man sex, my parents informed me they would be gone for a week to Chicago to complete some final details of our move. I almost screamed with delight when Dad said: “Hey Ricky we know you’re now an adult but we have asked Rusty to stay with you and help out while we are gone.”

“OH Dad thanks, yes I will feel more safe, thanks again.”

“Ricky we will leave early tomorrow morning and Ricky should be here around 9:00 AM giving you time to shower and have some breakfast.”

I was up early and said goodbye to Mom and Dad. Just at 9:00 A.M. Rusty knocks on the door and as I let him in he had a bag with some clothes. “Hey Ricky, I am here for the week. Where do I sleep?”

“Fuck Rusty in my bed. I am wild with lust to make fucking sex with you. I have been crazy not seeing you for a week. I need you so bad.”

“WOO there you horny young man, yes I can make you wild for me over and over but first let me unload this bag, show me to your room.”

We rush to my room and Rusty places his bag in the closet. I could not wait, I had to have him now.” 

I jump up onto his big 6 feet and 3 inch tall 220 pound frame with my legs around his ass and my hands behind his neck as my steel hard cock rams into his abs and lower stomach as that 7 inch cock of mine begins to leak precum wetting my shirt and wet his lower stomach.

“Hey Ricky, slow down kid, wow you’re some thorny young dude since you lost your virginity to me. Yea you have me horny as hell right now. Now are you sure you want me that bad? You have so turned me on I am going to fuck the hell out of that ass and make you scream like some injured animal. Are you ready for my big cock and get ready to be my slut.”

“OH FUCK YEA, use me, let me be your whore, your bitch and just a slut.”

We rush out off our clothes and stand there butt naked with his 9 inch and my 7 inch dongs standing straight out with shinny cock heads from the leaking precum. Man it is so hot and fucking sexy.

“Now Ricky I am in charge so get down on the floor on your back, spread your legs wide as I get above your head.” 

Rusty comes down with his crotch and red pubic hair on my face as his pulsating cock comes down on my lips as I begin to swallow that missile and he lowers his body on top of me with his mouth taking my cock down that big wet throat. Wow my first 69. I feel his magical cock part my lips and he thrust his cock deep  into my throat while I begin to swallow his mighty missile tasting his sweet precum on my tongue. We suck wildly as we taste each others thick precum and the taste and smell is so intoxicating like I had never dreamed was so good. OH MY GOD, the fresh smell of his crotch and cock has me about to shoot. Wow we 69 for the longest time and then I feel first one finger and then two fingers drive into my ass as he continues to suck my steel hard aching cock. Man this is so great, no felling is better than sex with a hot dude like Rusty.

As we get close to going over the edge, we pull off those cocks and get on the bed side by side and begin to wildly French kiss with gobs of spit running down our chins and onto our naked chests. Then Rusty gets very nasty as he begins to spit gob after gob of his spit deep into my mouth until I have a flood of his warm salvia in my mouth to the point I think I am about to choke. That is when he orders me not to swallow the salvia as he gets over me and plunges his diamond hard cock in my mouth as he wildly fucks my mouth covered in his own spit. Man he moans and thrust feeling all that salvia covering his cock making his thrusts so wet. I too was so hot and horny from that salvia covered cock drilling my throat. This dude was experienced in how to make a guy filled with ecstasy. Once again I was in Heaven tasting his sweet precum on my tongue and never wanting this to end. What would be next?

Rusty gets on the floor on his back close to the side of the bed and has me place one hand on the bed as I lower my ass onto his face. He begins to lick, suck and kiss my puckering ass like I had never dreamed would be so hot and great. With pure lust from both of us, I feel his tongue go as far as it could into my warm juicy ass along with one of his fingers that found my prostate massaging that G-Spot and I begin to thrust my ass up and down in pure ecstasy. Man I love Rusty’s manhandling of me, yes I am his bitch.  I begin to jerk my cock and we go a long time edging but not to the point of coming because Rusty has other plans for my man Pussy.

Next he takes me in up in his strong farm hands as I place thy feet and legs behind his ass cheeks and my hands around his back and he carries me over against a wall and begins to plunge his cock past my sphincter wall as I feel his huge throbbing cock plunge deep into my inner ass and then he slams my back against the wall lover and over as he fucks me rough with one after rough mighty hard thrust deep in and out and back deep in my man pussy over and over as we kiss. I feel my ass becoming very wet as he spews precum deep in my pussy. The feel and smell is so turning me on. Man he fucks me in this position for a very long tine as we French kiss wetting our mouths and salvia down our wet bodies.

“Well Ricky my little bitch, are you ready for another fucking position from your new stud?”

“OH FUCK YEA USE ME FOR YOUR PLEASURE.”

He gets up on the bed standing and places his back against the head board and has me get in front of him with my head and back down on the bed with my legs and feet vertical with the ceiling and up in the air exposing my man pussy to his big cock . He takes that cock and lowers it into my ass. He uses his entire body to plunge his cock all the way into my ass and goes wild jack hammering my young fresh man pussy–only the second time for a cock to penetrate my young ass.

As he fucks me, I yell, moan and cry out from such pure lust and joy. Man he knows how to satisfy a man’s pussy with that magic cock running all over those ass walls and deep into my prostate making me crazy for him. I feel the veins in his cock pulsating hitting my ass walls. It gets even more lustful as he grunts and says: “Hey kid, your ass now belongs to me. No other fucking dude’s cock will be allowed in that pussy. Do you hear me?” 

“OH YES MY FUCK BUDDY, I AM ALL YOURS, I AM YOUR BITCH, YOUR WHORE AND YOUR SLUT.”

Then it happens again for another fuck position. He has me get on my back on the bed, spreads my legs wide, bring my feet and legs up on my chest as he gets down and plunges his very worked cock deep in my ass. As he begins a very rough fuck of my ass, he lowers his face to my face and begins to spit all over my face and mouth . He spits and spits as I feel his wet cock moving all over the inside of my pussy. My face becomes covered in his warm spit as I lick my lips enjoying his salvia and the feel of his cock exploring every inch of my ass until I feel his cock head swell, he grunts and gives one more very hard thrust as he yells I am coming. Then he unloads a massive stream of his man seed deep in my ass. Without touching my cock, it explodes with a mighty explosion wetting my stomach, chest, face and onto the head board.

When spent, Rusty licks up my cum off my body and kisses  me as we share my cum as his cum flows out of my ass onto the bed sheets.

We shower and yes I become his daily bitch enjoying man sex in many wild positions and places on the farm.