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I lay all akimbo on the crushed and worn blue velvet of the old chaise lounge in the corner of the Little Dean rental cottage on the hill above the Severn. I was on my back, or nearly so, turned a bit out into the room, my right arm raised over my head, clutching the top of the divan, my left dangling off the side, my right leg bent and raised, foot flat on the divan surface, and my left leg over the side toward the room, my toes pushed into the Oriental carpet underneath.

Jack, having risen from me, slipped the condom off, and gone to the other side of the room to toss it in a trashcan next to the bureau there and to take a cigarette out of the pack on the bureau top, looked back at me and laughed.

“You look well tossed,” he said, “just like one of those photo cards down at Doswell’s.” He moved over to the window looking out toward the field where I had watched him working on and off for the past two weeks. He had noticed me watching him.

“That’s because I am well tossed,” I said, the tiredness in my voice reflective of how vigorously he had fucked me.

I was on a summer’s sabbatical from Columbia University, escaping New York to England’s Forest of Dean to put the finishing touches on my second novel, hoping it would do as well as the first. At twenty-four, I’d done very well. I’d done well enough that the demands for my public-contact time in New York had gotten in the way of finishing my second novel.

Jack must have been a good ten years older than I was. He was rough—a farmer, of course, since that’s what I’d been watching him do in the field next to the stone cottage I’d rented in Little Dean, stripped to the waist and working with an ancient, small tractor, doing whatever small-hold English farmers do in their fields of unknown crops. He was a solidly built man, bordering on stout, but with a well-worked body, barrel-chested and with short but strongly muscled legs. He was what they call a ginger and was hirsute, covered with a matting of curly hair. And he was hung. What had drawn me to him was how capable and self-assured he’d seemed as he worked his fields. That impression had borne out in sex.

“Photo card? Doswell’s?” I asked. He had taken his cellphone from the top of the bureau and was moving around the divan, clicking off photos of me in the nude and in skewed recline on the divan. He turned the cellphone to where I could see myself. It indeed looked artistic—and erotic. I photographed well in the nude, if I do say so myself.

“Doswell’s is a photo shop down in the village on the river,” Jack said. “He’s a real pervert, he is. He makes photo cards of naked men like you’re showing now and sells them on the sly in his shop. You’d be a real stunner for him.”

“Would I?” I asked, stretching out, checking the various muscle groups I’d just been using to keep up with Jack’s demands. He was a strong and highly capable man. Virile, vigorous, big cocked. He’d given me quite a workout.

For the previous two weeks, since I’d arrived in the Forest of Dean, I’d taken breaks from the writing to go out into the cottage yard. It wasn’t long before I had seen Jack, stripped down to just his corduroy pants and boots working the field next door. I stood there for some time each day watching him work, admiring the movement of his muscles as he set himself to the task.

It wasn’t long before he noticed me watching him and he started posing for me. It was then that I found the little wrought-iron café table and two chairs and began sitting and watching him. I added a wine bottle and glass and, eventually, a second glass eventually appeared on the table.

One day he came off the tractor, unbuttoned himself, and took a leak right there where I could see him. The size of his cock took my breath away. He looked at me while he was hold his shaft in his hand and pissing into the mud of the field. I continued looking at him too, and when he was finished pissing, he gave me a little smile and wagged the cock at me before putting it back in his pants. My gaze never wavered. I was gay and didn’t care who knew it. Afterward he strode over, took the second glass, filled it with wine, tossed that off, and went back to work. We both knew he was asserting himself as dominant and that I was acquiescing in that.

That had been just a few days ago. Today, on a Saturday afternoon, I had gone down to a pub, the White Hart Inn, on the Severn, near Broadoak, for a pint and he came in. Seeing me, he came over to my table.

“And so, the fine-looking young man wets his whistle in the White Hart,” he said.

“Yes, I do sometimes,” I answered.

“Fancy buying me a pint?”

“That would be my pleasure,” I answered and went and got one for him and another for me. I was a little excited. Could this be the start of a hookup?

Yes, it was. When I returned and handed him his glass, he said, “And you get pleasure out of watching a man work and piss?”

“If the man is good-looking enough,” I answered, “and shows that he takes command.”

“And has a very nice piece,” he added for me.

“Yes, that too.”

“Fancy a toss then?”

“A toss?” I asked.

“Cock in hole, lad. Let’s not beat around the bush. I know what a man wants when he looks at me like you do. I’ve got the cock if you’ve got a hole needing filled. I’m Jack.”

“I’m David,” I answered. “I live up above Newham on Dean Road.”

“I know where you live, mate.” Of course he did.

Back to the present—after he’d followed me up into the forest, to my cottage, and fucked me the first time. He put his cellphone back down on the bureau and picked up and split another condom packet. I could see that he was in erection again.

“What are you doing,” I asked—nonsensically. I could clearly see what he was doing.

“We’re going to go for a ride again, mate. I’m going to do you again. Show me that nice hole of yours. Christ-a-mighty, I stretched you wide, didn’t I?” It of course was with a tone of pride that he said that. I shimmered at the feeling his matter-of-fact naturalism about the casual lay gave me.

And that he did—stretched me wide—coming up onto the chaise lounge on his knees, using them and his hands to spread my legs again. His beefy left arm went under my waist, raising my pelvis a good foot off the surface of the divan. I pressed my feet into the blue velvet on either side of his thighs. My shoulder blades and cheek were pressed into the divan, and he clutched my throat with his right hand, holding me down.

I gasped and groaned as he thrust up inside me again, deep, and began to plow me with vigor. Thrust, thrust, thrust. I dug my fingernails into his biceps and held on for dear life. I started to rock my pelvis, going with him, melding to the rhythm of the fuck.

Oh, shit. Oh, fuck! Fuck, he did me good.

* * * *

The village where Doswell’s Photograph Shop was named Newham, just down the hill from my cottage and on the western banks of the Severn River. It was a small village, but it was still difficult for me to find the shop, tucked away on what was almost an alleyway, St. Peter’s Close. I hadn’t planned to look for the shop, but I was in Newham to pick up an order at the bookshop, which was closed when I got there, and I already was in town without anyplace I needed to be. I dreaded the drive back up into the Forest of Dean. The road was bordered by hedgerows and barely wide enough for two vehicles to creep by each other. The locals, of course, took the road at full throttle.

I did find the shop. An older man—near enough to Jack in looks to be his father or uncle—was standing behind the counter when I entered. A younger, more muscular black man was standing behind him. I surmised this was Mr. Doswell and his assistant.

They both looked up and smiled at me when I entered. I walked around, looking in this bin and that at the photographs for sale. I was, of course, looking for the nude postcards Jack had told me about, but I wanted to come upon them myself. I didn’t want to have to ask for them. I didn’t want it known I was interested in seeing anything like that. But of course I was.

And, as it turned out, Mr. Doswell knew that.

“You must be the American writer, renting up at the Blue Bells near Dean Hall,” he said.

“Yes, I’m David Carter,” I answered, somewhat nonplused that he knew who I was. “And you are . . . ?”

“Clyde Doswell, the proprietor. And this is Richard, my assistant.” Richard, a truly gorgeous, perfectly formed ebony god, gave me a dazzling smile. “Jack told me you would be coming by . . . to look into the private collection. Here, let me show you the first box.”

The first box? I went to the counter, where he was pulling a box from a shelf. The assistant, Richard was looking over his shoulder, but he moved from behind the counter and over to one of the sides of the shop as Doswell started pulling post-card-size photographs on stiff backs out of the bin.

The cards looked like they’d been photographed in the Victorian era. They were all of nude young men stretched out on a divan in various provocative poses. The sepia tinting was such that the photos looked quite old. Some of the poses were highly provocative. They were all of a single young man, though. I could see how Jack would have made the connection with how I’d been sprawled out on the blue-velvet-covered chaise lounge in my cottage.

“These photos look quite old,” I said.

Doswell laughed. “They aren’t. It’s a technique I use. Some of them are quite recent. Do you like the poses?”

“They are interesting,” I said.

“Jack showed me the photos of you in such a pose,” he said. “I would like to photograph you in that pose.”

“Me?” I asked, shocked.

“You are an alluring young man—as arousing as any in these photos. I masturbated to the photos of you that Jack showed me. So did Richard.” He gestured to the ebony hunk who was across the shop, opening up a set of accordion doors into an adjacent room. I nearly gasped when I saw that the room had a red-silk-covered divan in the center, surrounded by arc lights on poles. This obviously was where the photos were taken for the photo cards.

“I will pay you to pose for me,” Doswell said. “You have come into the shop looking for these photos. Jack has covered you and he’s said you are quite experienced. Hungry was one word he used. I think you want to pose for these photos.”

I couldn’t say he was wrong. I let him and Richard guide me into the other room. I stripped down, and he posed me nude on the divan—in a position much like the one Jack had photographed me in. The two of them waltzed around the divan, taking photos.

“Now, if you don’t mind. Something more modern for a subscription service.” He took out two video cameras, handing one to Richard. “Please lie there and masturbate for the cameras. Get yourself off, but slowly, languidly. You are a very sexy young man.”

“I don’t think . . . I’ve never before . . .”

“But I can see you want to. You are high—and very nice—arousal.”

For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, I lay on my back on the divan, slowly writhing and giving dreamy looks into the lenses of the video cameras as I jacked myself off. It wasn’t anything I had intended doing when I came into the shop, but it was a release I had been seeking for some time, and I thoroughly enjoyed being free about it and doing it.

As they filmed me, both Doswell and Richard released their erections and held the cameras in one hand and masturbated themselves with the other. Richard’s jet-black cock was mammoth. I ached with want as the two of us locked eyes and stroked ourselves off.

Afterward, Doswell said. “What you saw was just box number one. The photos in the second box are much more interesting. We’ll look at them the next time you visit the shop.”

The next time? I couldn’t see there would be a next time. I hadn’t done anything like this before. This was all too hedonistic and enticing. I could see that this was the start of a spiral down into sexual degradation if I took such a path. It was oh so tempting. But it was a downward spiral.

No, there couldn’t be anything more to do with this, regardless of the arousing memories it would give me.

When I returned to the cottage, I walked out into the garden to contemplate what I’d done. Jack, bare-chested, was driving his tractor in the neighboring field. Seeing me, he dismounted, and walked over to me.

“So, you’re all flushed. You’ve been to Doswell’s shop, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Did he have Richard do you?”

“No. He just photographed me nude.”

“And?”

“And a video of me jacking off.”

“So, neither of them fucked you for the cameras?”

“No.”

“Well and good then. Strip down. You need to be tossed.”

“What? Here? Now?”

“Yes. Here. Now. On all fours.”

He mounted me right there on the ground, in the cottage garden, like a dog and his bitch. He stripped me down to naked, but the only adjustment he made on himself was to unbutton his fly and release his shaft. He fucked the shit out of me, leaving me panting and gasping on the ground, and buttoned up and went, whistling, back to his tractor.

He owned me. I was a rich American academic and he was just a rough-cut small-hold farmer. But he could “toss” me anytime and anywhere he liked.

It was glorious. Another turn of the spiral downward.

* * * *

“You have come back to see the photo cards in the second box and perhaps to pose for them again.” It was not a question that Doswell was asking of me. He had told me when I left from the first visit that I’d be back to see what was in the second box.

“I would at least like to know what photo cards you have in a second box,” I said. after a couple of days of not having sex with Jack because he told me to look in the second box first, I had come back to the Doswell’s photography shop.

Doswell smiled, and Richard was already moving from behind the counter to open up the accordion doors into the photo studio.

“Just a look at the photos, please,” I said. “I don’t think I want to do any photo work today.”

“Of course,” Doswell said, with a smile, pulling a box from under the counter.

I can’t say I was surprised other than that the second man in the photos of a young, nude guy stretched out on the red-silk-covered divan was Richard. He was magnificent naked. Further down in the stack, I saw that Doswell was photoed—not nude, though—covering young men on the divan as well.

I turned and looked into the photo studio to see that Richard was disrobing. His ebony body was muscularly perfect. He was in massive erection. He turned and gave me a smile, beckoning to me. I melted to him.

I could feel the spiral downward turning another notch.

Richard beckoned again and I was drawn into the room. We stood close together and kissed and fondled each other as he made me as naked a he already was when I entered the room. Doswell came into the room behind me and fiddled around with getting the lighting right and the cameras prepared.

I laid down on the divan and open and bent my legs, opening my arms to the beautiful black man as he lowered his body on mine. We languidly writhed our bodies against each other, slowly getting into the position of becoming one. I arched my back, gasped, and gave a little cry as he entered, entered, entered me and began to move inside me. I clutched him close and began rocking and then churning my pelvis to the stretching and caressing, possessing and conquering going on inside, the two of us bouncing vigorously against each other in a frenzied giving and taking as Doswell moved around the divan, clicking off photos of the progress of our copulation.

I tensed and held as Richard did so and then moaned and sighed as I took his prodigious flow—and then again and again. No condom had been in use. He had breeded me and owned me.

The big black rose from me to give Doswell’s camera full access to my crumpled, trembling, post-coital body stretched out on the red-silk-draped divan and to the dribble of cum—Richard’s cum—at my gaping-open hole.

It would have been a fantastic experience if it stopped there, but it didn’t stop there. Richard knew what Doswell’s camera needed, what it loved, what would make a smashing nude photo card of two men fucking.

He was in magnificent condition and was able to hold his erection and fire off almost on command as he manipulated my body on the divan, putting me in provocative positions—draped in front of his body as he knelt on the divan, facing the camera, my fists linked behind his neck and my legs stream back above his hips or Richard on his back and me riding him from above, in the crab position, my face looking up at the ceiling.

He fucked me again and again and again, in every position that would make a melting photo card. And when he ran out of ideas, he took over the camera and Doswell, still clothed, serving the fetishes both of older men fucking younger and clothed men fucking nudes took over the honors of “tossing,” as Jack like to put it, me on the divan under the lights.

I was exhausted when I returned to the cottage, half fearing and more than half wanting Jack to be waiting for me there to give me a “toss” as well. But Jack wasn’t there. And he wasn’t in the field the next day, or the day after that. I grew restless.

As I was leaving the photography shop, Doswell told me there was a third box of photos I would want to return to peruse.

“I think not,” I said. “I think I’ve have spiraled down too far and too fast.” All I wanted now was to return to the cottage and find Jack in my bed.

But that didn’t happen. First, they didn’t allow me to leave. Richard, much larger and stronger than I was, scooped me up from the divan as soon as Doswell pulled out of me and rolled off the couch. There was a staircase going up to the upper stories from the corner of that room, and he draped me over his shoulder and took me up to a bedroom. A large bed dominated the room.

A large bed was needed, because that’s where the three lay for the fucking to continue and for the sleeping, which was mostly done separately through the night. I was sandwiched between them, and they took turns turning toward me and, as Jack liked to say it, “tossed” me again and again.

When I woke up the next morning, they were both gone, probably eating breakfast somewhere else in the building. They weren’t in the shop, which was closed, and I didn’t encounter either one of them when I slipped out of the building and carefully drove back up the hill to Blue Bell Cottage.

Jack didn’t show up in the field for the next week and a half of days, and with each passing day I became more and more curious about what sort of photos could possibly be in that third box.

I constantly told myself I wasn’t spiraling down into degradation. But I knew I was lying about that. It would be fine, though, if I just stopped here. It didn’t matter if Jack never returned to the field or I never opened the door of Doswell’s photograph shop again.

I had a novel to polish up and the summer was melting away.

* * * *

Doswell and Richard both looked up from behind the counter at Doswell’s Photography Shop and smiled when I opened the shop door and set the bell off announcing my presence. I tried—unsuccessfully—not to make eye contact when I entered, and a walked around the store, looking in this bin and that at the photographs as if I had come in just to browse the wares that were out.

The next time I looked at the counter, Richard was gone. I looked toward the closed accordion doors that would open into the photo studio, but they remained closed and he wasn’t there. When I looked back at the counter, Doswell was taking a box from underneath the counter. He was sporting a maddening knowing little smile.

He knew and I knew, so I gave up the pretense and made my way over to the counter. He already was taking photo cards out of the box.

I shivered when I looked at the first couple he handed me, and then I did a double-take. “That’s Richard,” I said. “And . . . and that’s Jack.”

“Yes, that’s my son, Jack.” Both of them were decked out in black leather in the photos—chest harnesses, trousers with crotch flaps, boots, leather straps around their wrists and biceps. And, from photo to photo, they had elements of sexual torture in their hands: whips, switches, rods, dildoes, what have you.

The setting wasn’t the photo studio I had already been in. It was a chamber with stone walls and floor. Several pieces of sexual torture equipment featured in the photos: and X-frame, stocks, some sort of rack, that spread-eagled the victim. And the victims were all the same sorts of young men that had been in the earlier photo—all nude. In some photos, Richard or Jack were working the young man over; in others, they were beyond that and were fucking the bound man.

So, the third level of this spiral down they wanted me to take was into extreme fetish.

I turned as to leave the shop, but the opening of a door at one side of the shop arrested my attention. Richard, decked out in his sexual torturer costume, was standing by the door. He held a still camera in one hand and a video camera in the other. Beyond the open door, standing in the other room at the top of an iron spiral staircase that descended to somewhere below this level, stood Jack, also decked out as he was in the third-box photos.

Jack beckoned to me. With a shudder, I took a step toward him, spiraling down all the way.

 

My name is Jay – this is true story about one of my first experiences with multiple guys. I was 18, light skinned, dark hair, blue eyes, about 160 pounds, and 6-0 feet tall. I’m a masculine good looking guy in decent shape and clean shaven. I had just graduated high school and was enjoying the summer before my first year of college. 

I had been messing around with gay hook up apps but didn’t really find any guys worth connecting with. All my normal hooks ups were out of town or busy. One night I was about to go to bed and jumped online just to take a look around. As usual, not much until a profile sent me a note. I clicked on it. Right away, I could tell I wasn’t interested. It was a 57 year old guy, profile said he was partnered but played separately. I wasn’t really interested in hooking up with an older guy who was already in a relationship so I ignored. I got another note, that his private photos had been unlocked. So out of curiosity, I took a peak. He was a hot 57-year old! And his cock was 8.5 inches and think and cut. He worked out and was a total stud with a great body – clean shaven with brown hair. My heart starting to beat faster as I got excited and aroused just looking at his photos. He had a picture of his hard big dick right next to his partners big thick cock which was almost as equally as thick and big. 

I read his first note “hey, nice profile – more of a dominant top guy myself, you into older guys?”.

My profile picture was a shot of my ass with my other pictures locked. My profile basically just read that I was a horny submissive bottom looking for tops. 

I paused for a few moments thinking about what to do or say. I had been with older guys in the past and I was really looking for someone my age but his cock had me drooling and horny. I decided to unlock all my private photos for him to take a glance and see if he was interested. 

Right away he wrote “Wow, you are so fucking hot! Let me know if you want to play sometime. I can host. I would love to shove my big cock in that hot little ass of yours.”

We text back and forth for a few weeks but I was always way too nervous to actually hook up as I had very little experience. He text me every day with dirty talk and photos begging me to come over. One day he text saying he was going to have a small party for Pride weekend and wanted me to come over – no pressure he said, no hook up obligation, just drinks and he could introduce me to some guys my age. 

The night of the party, I got nervous again and backed out. He text me at 10pm saying that he told everyone that I would be there and asked where I was? I started to feel bad so I got myself cleaned up and headed over. When I entered the party it was a beautiful condo downtown and I could tell he was pretty well off. Large, spacious, modern and upscale. I don’t know why I was expecting all gay guys but it was a party with all sorts of people celebrating Pride weekend. I looked around for Dave and he smiled at me and came right over. He gave me a hug and offered me a drink. He whispered in my ear that I looked sexy and he hoped I could stay late.

We chatted for awhile and he went and grabbed a group of his friends and partner to introduce me to. I felt like the center of attention as they all were around me with smiles and asking me questions. They were all very nice and I think by the way they looked at me Dave had shared my private photos as they were looking at me in a way as if they knew I was a horny little slut. 

Dave had to leave to attend to a few things and I was left small talking with a group of his friends. After awhile the party was starting to die down, I told everyone I was going to leave as I was getting nervous and thought being here was a bad idea. I asked one of Dave’s friends where the bathroom was. He said he would show me there. He said, let’s go upstairs to their private bathroom. He led me to the master bathroom and after I was done I opened the door and he was still waiting for me which I thought was odd. I gave him a confused look and he just gently pushed me into the bathroom and started to go in for a kiss. I was in shock since I had just met this guy and didn’t even remember his name. He was probably in his 40’s, blondish brownish hair, tan, hairy chest and pretty good looking so I just went with the flow. 

We were making out hard in the bathroom for a few minutes. He then started to caress my ass and then he stopped kissing me. He backed off and started to remove his shirt. I could see his hot hairy chest. And I was so nervous, I had no idea what to do. 

He then pulled his shorts down and I could see his hard cock flop out. He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock and slowly moved my hand up and down to slowly rub his dick. 

He started kissing me again as I started to jerk off his nice hard cock. He then grabbed my shirt and pulled it off and started to kiss and suck on my nipples. As he was doing that I was slowly playing with his cock as my own cock was bursting with excitement. He pulled down my shorts and started to rub my cock. I pulled his shorts off and now we were both completely naked rubbing each other in the bathroom and stroking each others cocks. He pushed me up against the wall, and from behind me, went down to my ass. He spread my cheeks and started to lick my ass. His tongue felt so good. He got up and then he pushed my head down and whispered in my ear “I want you to suck my cock, can you be a good boy and suck my cock?” 

I didn’t say anything as I was too nervous I just got down on my knees and took his nice hard cock right in my mouth. I started to suck him off slowly. He was moaning and loving it “look up at me” – I did as I was told. “Get it nice and wet”. I was obeying his every command. “No hands, just suck my cock, oh fuck that’s good.” I was bobbing back and forth and giving him a nice sloppy blow job and doing my best to look up at him. I put both my hands on his ass as I tried to suck him off faster and faster. My eyes started to water and I choked on his dick a few times but I could tell he was loving it the way he moaned. 

All of the sudden the bathroom door opened up and his other friend came right in to watch. I pulled his hard cock out and looked up at this other guy, a tall, large man, with grayish buzzed haired that I had talked to earlier. I remembered his name as Scott only because he reminded me of another Scott I had known. He had a smile on his face while he watched and said “this is where the fun is”. I smiled back and gave him eye contact as I jerked off this hot cock in front of me. I was giving him a show by taking the cock back into my mouth. I don’t know why but I wanted to impress these two gay guys with my cock sucking ability. As I was sucking he grabbed my hair and pulled me back, I think he was close to cuming. He looked down and said “you’re not just going to leave my friend hanging right?” 

I was so nervous, I just looked up as these two big masculine guys, who I had just met, they had me surrounded in a small bathroom. “No, I’m not going to leave him hanging” 

Without hesitation he pulled his shorts down and put his big uncock cock right next to my mouth. I had never seen an uncock cock until this moment. He started to slap his cock on my tongue. I opened my mouth took him right away and started to suck him off as deep as I could. I went back and forth between these two big cocks. I was so turned on and my own cock was rock hard with precum oozing out. Back and forth I went as they choked me with their big dicks. I started to taste their cum as it dripped down my chin. I was on my knees in between these big cocks using my mouth for their pleasure. 

As I was sucking off these guys they started to aggressively fuck my mouth and talk dirty to me. They were making me gag, and you could hear the sound of the saliva as I took them as deep and as long as I could “Make us cum boy, oh fuck yeah that’s good, you want some hot cum in your mouth don’t you?” 

“Yes, cum in my mouth” I said.

All the sudden we could hear something outside the bathroom door. They both looked startled and paused for a second. They looked at each other and I couldn’t tell what they were saying. At this moment I was so horny I wanted them to cum, and I wanted to cum as well. 

They opened the bathroom door and peaked out. It was nobody, they both looked relieved but they lifted me up by my arms and brought me into the master bedroom. I followed them as they directed me to a small couch in the room. 

“Get on the couch” I did what they asked but that wasn’t good enough. They aggressively grabbed me and put me into position. The older buzzed hair guy was rough, and grabbed my hands and placed them on the side arm of the couch. He spread my ass and put me on all fours. 

I took a deep gulp as there was no way for me to get out of this now. He then took a necktie from the closet and tied my hands together tightly. Once he did that I just sat there in silence for a minute as they disappeared. My heart was racing. Here I was, here to hook up with Dave and now these two random guys were about to have their way with me. 

When Scott returned he had another necktie with him. He put it around my eyes and used it as a blindfold and tied it so I couldn’t see. I was now tied up on all fours with these two older guys behind me. The next second I could feel a lubed finger go right in my ass. 

Scott was dominant. And I could tell he was going to do whatever he wanted with me whether I wanted it or not. He slowly rubbed my ass and fingered my hole. I was starting to get really nervous and my hole tightened up but at the same time I loved being used. He spit on my asshole and then put what felt like a small vibrating dildo slowly in my ass. He pushed it in slowly in and out as he was preparing my ass for his cock. All of the sudden I felt the other guys cock right at the tip of my mouth. “Open” he demanded. I opened my mouth and immediately started taking his cock again. 

Scott started slapping my ass, over and over until it was bright red. He was tall and I could tell he was getting in position to put his cock in me. All of the sudden, he pulled the dildo out I felt his big dick slowly enter my ass as I could feel someone spreading my cheeks apart for him to enter easily. I was too busy getting my mouth fucked to notice but it now appeared there was a third person in the room. 

Scott started to slowly fuck my ass as I could feel his hot lubed cock go back and forth. He started to pick up the pace and I could feel every inch of him. I was moaning uncontrollably. He had his arms around my waist and he was pounding my tight little ass. I could hear his big balls slapping against my ass as my mouth was filled with cock. I loved being tied up and used at both ends, I was so turned on. 

“Oh fuck this ass is so tight” Scott said. 

“Keep sucking, like that, ah yeah, that’s good….. you want some?” I couldn’t tell who he was talking to but I could now hear there was someone else in the room. 

“You guys are so fucking bad” the voice said. I could tell it was Dave. 

My dick was throbbing as Scott was pounding me so hard now. And at the same time my mouth was stuffed with another cock. He pulled out, and for a brief second I took a breath. There was precum and saliva all over my mouth dibbling off my chin. 

The next thing I felt is a big hard cock hit my lips. “Open that mouth for daddy” I could hear Dave say. 

I obeyed his commend even though I could have used a longer break. I could tell his cock was so fucking thick and huge. He choked me right away and I gagged. He put his cock back in and started to fuck my face as I was getting fucked from behind. 

I was moaning and I could hear Scott grunt louder and louder. All of the sudden Scott pulled out. Dave pulled out. I took a breath. My ass was on fire and I could tell my asshole was gaping. 

Scott pulled my arms up and led me to bed. He pushed me down missionary style on my back and both of the other guys lifted my legs up so my ass was wide open for another ass fucking. 

As I laid on my back they grabbed my ankles and spread my ass open. I could tell Scott was still the one in charge. He started to kiss my mouth and caress my cock as I laid there. 

Then he entered my ass again. Thrusting on top of me. 

My hands were still tied and my eyes were blindfolded as I laid there getting fucked hard. 

“Open” I heard Dave say. Another cock hit my tongue as soon as I did and started to enter my mouth as Scott was ramming my ass so hard now. 

Scott fucked me for what seemed like forever. He was moaning so loud now I could feel he was ready to cum. 

“Get him on his knees I want him to take my hot fucking load” I heard him say. At that moment the group pushed me down onto the carpet floor, my hands tied in front of me on my knees and still blind folded. I could hear Scott jerking off his cock right next to my face. He kept jerking as I waited for his cum. My ass felt so good, it needed the break. 

“Open your mouth, that’s a good boy…wider, oh I’m gonna cum” I could heard him going faster and faster and all of the sudden as I opened my mouth for him as wide as I could his cum shot all over my face, and across my nose, missing my mouth. 

He grabbed me by my hair and shot another stream of cum right into my mouth. I gagged as I wasn’t expecting that much cum. Another small shot came again, right into my mouth. I could feel his warm cum all over my blindfold and face. The cum had shot into my mouth and out right away. I could taste it and as I was there on my knees someone ripped of my blindfold. 

I looked up and saw Dave with a big smile on his face. Scott was still standing over me with his cock leaking cum. As I looked around I saw Dave’s partner had joined in on the action and was sitting on the bed with a big hard cock staring at me as well as the first guy who had roped me into this situation was now jerking off his dick on the couch watching. Scott stuffed his unloaded cock back in my mouth slowly as I sucked off the rest of his cum. 

As I was doing that, I could see Dave go to the bed with his partner and they started to kiss each other and stroke each others dicks. Scott lifted me up by my tied hands and brought me back to the couch and put me in position again for his friend to fuck me. The lube came back out and he shot a bunch right on my ass. His friend got behind me and started to fuck me slowly from behind. 

At this point, my cock was about to explode but I couldn’t touch it to finish myself off as my hands were still tied. 

He fucked me hard, as I turned back I could see Dave and his partner slowly rubbing their dicks watching me getting slammed in my ass. I could tell they were waiting for their turn to use me. 

I started to get my ass pumped faster and faster. Scott was loving it now as it was his time to watch his friend fuck me. I still had his cum all over my face. Before I knew it I could tell another load was coming on soon, he pulled his hot cock out and Scott grabbed me to put me back on my knees again as his friend stood over me and shot his cum all over my face. I closed my eyes this time as his load flew onto my face stream after stream. 

“ahhh, oh my God I just came so fucking hard” he said. 

Dave and his partner came over and grabbed my hands to help untie me. He looked down at my cum filled face and started to kiss me as he untied me. He was licking the cum off my face and putting his tongue down my throat. It was so hot. 

He then helped me up and pushed me towards the bed. He got me in missionary position. I was anxious about taking Dave’s large thick cock. But after getting fucked twice already, he got on top of me and it slid right in. As he was fucking me on my back his partner came over and put his cock right on my face. 

I now had Dave’s huge cock in my ass and another huge cock back in my cum soaked mouth. Dave was fucking me so hard. I was going to cum so fast. I started to jerk my cock off as Dave fucked my tight little ass and his partner fucked my mouth. 

I lasted about a minute before I busted my load all over my stomach. It shot up so high and hard. As I was doing that his partner started to cum right in my mouth. His load was so thick, it was one shot after another right in my mouth and all over my lips and face again. 

Dave wasn’t done, he was pumping me harder, and harder now, sweating as his friends stood around watching it unfold. My ass was so numb now. I just wanted Dave to be done but he was taking his time on my ass. Ricky started to caress Dave’s chest while he fucked me and whisper dirty talk to him. “How’s that ass feel? Oh yeah, shoot your load in his ass. Are you going to cum? Cum in his little ass….come on” 

All of the sudden I could tell Dave was close as he started to moan loudly and came right in my ass. I could feel his load shoot up in me and it was so warm and such a turn on. He pulled out, and when he did his partner came over a licked the cum right from my ass as it started to ooze out. He started to rim my hole until all the cum was in his mouth. 

My ass was so worn out and I had cum everywhere and all over my face. I got off the bed, and asked Dave if i could use his shower. Once I was in the shower I felt so good. At that moment, I knew I was going to be a cock hungry slut for a long time. 

“Come here. I saw you down there with Lawton. You’re going to go too far with him with your teasing one of these days. He’s just curious about you.” Scottie Sinclair, the pool boy—or pool girl, depending on Scottie’s mood and mode—at Lawton’s spread near Avenidu del Sur, off I-25, between Santa Fe and Albuquerque, New Mexico, sauntered into the room, all sassy and sexy in a skimpy metallic-blue Speedo.

“No, he wants to get his dick in my nice, new snatch,” Scottie answered, leaning into the doorframe and giving the hunky chauffeur an assessing look. As always, the guy looked real good to Scottie, especially in comparison with the old man sitting down at the pool, savoring what he’d gotten, even though it wasn’t as much as he wanted.

“We work for him and he pays great,” the chauffer answered. “You know as well as I do that he’s paying for more then you skimming his pool every other day.”

“He gets more already,” Scottie answered.

“He doesn’t get all he thinks he’s paying for. I said come here.”

Scottie had just come up from the pool terrace to the two-bedroom apartment over the four-car garage. He—or she; one couldn’t be sure in this stage of transition—came straight to the bedroom of the chauffeur and plane pilot, Boyd Baylor, where Scottie spent most nights despite there being two bedrooms in the apartment.

As Scottie left the pool area and was coming up to the garage apartment, Boyd had moved away from the window overlooking the pool terrace with the rough airstrip beyond where the four-passenger Cessna 172 Skyhawk was parked. Boyd flew for Lawton when that was required rather than the Mercedes S-Class he drove for Lawton when the man wanted to travel on the ground. The spaces were wide open out here in New Mexico, so Lawton often wanted to get around by plane. And Lawton’s office was in Los Angeles.

While he listened to the recently—and not yet completely—transitioned T-girl coming up the stairs, Boyd stripped off the athletic shorts he’d been taking a nap in before he’d been drawn to the window by the conversation on the pool terrace just below his window. Lawton had been cajoling his pool boy to let him stretch Scottie’s new vagina with his cock. Although Scottie did work looking like a young man—a very young and good-looking young man—and only wearing a Speedo, Scottie was only a boob job away from being a fully transitioned T-girl and now was moving into preferring to be addressed as a “she.” She now had all the right equipment “down there,” with a vestigial little penis where a clit normally would be, to fulfill the role of a woman. Scottie was androgynous enough, though, to go either way visually, depending how she dressed.

Lawton was obviously trying to test the pool boy’s woman parts out—he had gotten quite graphic in saying what he wanted to do, with what—but Scottie was still teasingly fending that off. Not that Scottie didn’t give Lawton release. When Boyd had gotten to the window, he’d seen that Lawton was sprawled on a patio chair at the edge of the covered lanai by the pool, with his legs spread and his shorts bunched around one ankle, and Scottie was kneeling between his thighs, giving him head.

Until now, Scottie had been able to keep his (or her) job despite the teasing of the boss by giving the boss head when it was demanded.

As Boyd had watched, Lawton tried to suspend the blow job and coax Scottie to sit on his cock, but Scottie was teasingly avoiding that while moving the blow job to the point where Lawton was past control, ejaculated, and lost interest, at least for now, in exploring Scottie’s sexuality further. There was every reason to believe, though, that Lawton hadn’t given up the idea in the long term and was getting frustrated about not getting his way.

Laying Scottie properly, cock in cunt, not just in ass, had become Lawton’s principal campaign while in retreat on his New Mexico ranch from his movie studio executive job in Los Angeles. When the man had really gotten heated up for Scottie, he sometimes was given Scottie’s ass—but never yet the new cunt.

“He’s an old man. I don’t want to let an old man fuck me—not in my new vagina nor, all that often, in my ass,” Scottie said, as she moved to where Boyd, naked now, relatively young, handsome, built, hung, and well-tanned sat on the foot of his bed.

“You let me fuck you in both holes,” Boyd said, as the T-girl moved into his orbit.

“Yes, I do. But look at yourself in the mirror—and then look at Lawton.”

The chauffeur enveloped the T-Girl in his arms, his hands gliding under the waistband of the Speedo at the back to cup Scottie’s pert buttocks. Boyd’s lips went to the T-Girl’s navel and he tongued her there.

“He’s got to be at least fifty,” Scottie murmured. “Oh, shit, you’re making me hot.”

Lawton was past sixty, but, as Boyd was doing some assessing and planning in his mind, he wasn’t going to mention that now. “But he’s in good shape for his age,” he said. “His body is fit for his age, he’s filthy rich and not bad looking, and he’s hung enough and can get it up, as you well know.”

“Yeah, I know, and I guess I’ll let him fuck me eventually, but I’m not excited about it. I like a young stud like you better—someone still in his twenties.”

“Someone who can fill and work with both holes.”

“Yes, who can fill me and stretch me, and work me in both holes,” Scottie agreed.

Boyd was thirty-two, but he saw no need to tell Scottie that—certainly not now when he was in heat and about to devour the T-girl. Making that come true, his hands, already inside the back of the Speedo, moved the skimpy swimsuit down and off Scottie’s legs, with her full cooperation in getting naked. Still holding the T-girl to him with hands cupping her buttocks, he moved his mouth down to her newly formed cunt. Scottie leaned back, clutching one of the man’s knees with one hand, while grasping Boyd’s cock with the other. As Boyd tongued and teethed the folds of Scottie’s snatch, worried her little vestigial penis with his teeth, penetrated the surgically provided, fully functioning vagina, Scottie moaned and stroked the chauffeur’s cock to a raging erection. Boyd was thick and longer, prouder, most certainly, than Carl Lawton was in that department. There was no secret why Scottie would prefer him as a sex partner—if her goal was to be fully possessed, stretched, and vigorously worked. She liked worshipping his muscles while he fucked her too. Lawton didn’t have much left in the way of muscles.

“Oh, shit, you’re gonna make me cum before sticking it in,” Scottie declared, moving to break away and go down on her knees between Boyd’s thighs and to give the chauffeur what she’d given their employer down on the pool terrace.

Boyd Baylor wasn’t having any of that, though. He was much bigger and stronger than the willowy blond T-girl and he had other ideas. “Of course I’m going to make you cum. And I’m going to use your other two holes now—I’ll fill them both up. Cunt first.”

Like Lawton, Boyd was intrigued by that lady hole and passage—the newer one. To prepare her further there, he grabbed Scottie’s wrists, trapped them behind her back, and attacked her slit with his mouth and teeth again, causing her to cry out and writhe helplessly as she built up to and cascaded into a series of small, explosive orgasms. After the T-girl had stopped writhing, had settled down, and, rocking against his tongue, was working with Boyd rather than trying to writhe away from him, Boyd grasped the T-girl’s hips, raised them up and rolled them back.

Scottie cried out, “Oh, baby, baby! Put it in! Put it in me now!” as Boyd dragged the head of his cock forward, through the folds of the T-girl’s cunt, plunged up inside her there, and began the dance of the fuck. Every fiber of her body shimmering as the cock head found the spot at the top of the new vagina that set off the fireworks again and started Scottie’s flow, the T-girl rocked on the cock.

“Shit, you’re tight. Just like a girl. Fuck I love your cunt!” Boyd palmed what someday would be bulbous breasts with one hand and used the fingers of the other one to worry the vestigial penis at the top of Scottie’s snatch, as he fucked her deep with his cock, finding the switch at the top of the vagina that set off explosions.

After a few moments of wild gyrations as she rode the shaft hard and enjoyed the fireworks, Scottie lay, docile, shuddering, loose as a ragdoll in the man’s embrace, letting him take whatever he wanted, moaning and yipping as Boyd’s fingers worked what was left of the penis she’d once had. With a cry, Scottie came again. . . and then again . . . and again, with Boyd joining her in jerking and releasing at the end.

She’d never been able to come this often when she had been wholly male.

In short order, Scottie was writhing, panting, and crying out in surprise-pain-passion again, as the man turned her slight body between his legs, pulled her rump into his lap, and dragged his thick, long erection to her anal hole, penetrated as he pulled the T-girl into his groin, and forced her open, entering deep. One of his hands possessed her cunt, invading her with two stretching fingers and the other hand palmed her not-yet-surgically-developed chest, holding her in thrall, as he fucked her in the ass.

This was something Scottie knew, as she’d let men do this before she was transformed, when she was just Scott. But Boyd was thick and long enough for it to be taxing and for Scottie not to be able to think of much other than the cock working inside her anal passage as long as it was in there.

This was how men had used Scottie before she became so much more now than she had been before—and would be even more when she got the breasts she was saving for.

There was no conversation during this phase. They were both breathing heavy, panting, moaning, and working together in the dance of the fuck.

They held there in an embrace for several minutes. At length, Scottie released a long sigh and Boyd tensed, jerked, and spouted, joining her in the long sigh.

“God, you can fire off repeatedly like a fireworks display,” Boyd whispered when he’d calmed himself.

“That’s why I want to give it to you and not that old man,” she murmured. “You can bring it out of me.”

“I think you can do both,” Boyd answered. “And I think you’re going to have to. He’s after me to convince you to let him fuck you.”

“You wouldn’t do that, would you? I don’t know if I could lie with you again if you sold me to him.”

Boyd didn’t answer directly, knowing that he had already been doing some selling. “He knows I do you. He’s offered me money to let him watch me do you—and more money if I help him get his dick inside you too. He hasn’t mentioned doubling, but—”

“But you wouldn’t do that, would you?” Scottie persisted.

Boyd didn’t answer that either. He did look to the doorway to the corridor, though, to make sure that Carl Lawton, who had been watching them, had stuffed his cock back into his shorts and had evaporated before Scottie turned and saw that he’d been there. Instead, Boyd said, “Another subject. You’ve been saying you wanted me to take you up in the Cessna. How about tomorrow afternoon? I told Lawton I needed some practice time in the plane, and he said I could take it up.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Scottie answered. She didn’t remark on the abrupt change in topic—not that Boyd was really changing the topic at all.

“But now . . .”

“Oh, baby, yes. Fuck me again!” Scottie didn’t have to be told that the virile young man—despite being several years older than Scottie thought he was—had gotten hard again. He was still inside her. He deftly rose and turned them both so that Scottie was on her back on the bed, and he grasped her ankles, wishboned and raised and spread her legs, and fucked her in the ass in a missionary, dipping his face down to where he could suck on nipples that one day would be part of a complete woman’s package.

Carl Lawton had drawn away from the door into the bedroom, but had just retreated a bit down the corridor. As the dance of the fuck started again, he moved silently back to where he could watch and Scottie couldn’t see him, freed and handed his cock again, and dreamed of the day—soon, he was determined—that he too could possess and exercise that new cunt of the beautiful young trans girl. It was an act he hadn’t had the pleasure of yet, although he’d tried many a kink, but he knew he could get up for it.

The plan was coming along nicely—just not as quickly as he would have liked. Still, there was added arousal in it if he got his dick in the new snatch before Scottie just willingly surrendered it to him.

* * * *

“Mr. Lawton,” Scottie exclaimed as he reached the Cessna parked beyond the pool terrace the next afternoon and the pilot’s door opened. Carl Lawton rather than Boyd Baylor was sitting in the pilot’s seat. Scottie hesitated, trying to quickly devise a reason not to get into the plane. Lawton had been touchy feely the previous evening and had come to Scottie’s bedroom door in the apartment above the garage late in the night, but not finding him there, had retreated. Scottie, of course, had been in Boyd’s bed. He knew, though, that the old man was on the prowl for him, and he’d either have to give in or clear out. He hadn’t expected to find him in the plane for this ride in the sky that Boyd had suggested. But, as Scottie was thinking of withdrawing, Boyd leaned forward, looking around Lawton’s belly at Scottie from the front passenger seat, and said, “Climb in back, Scottie. Mr. Lawton decided he wanted another flying lesson. He’s strapped into the pilot’s seat. You’ll be in back.”

Boyd was getting as close as he could get to saying that Lawton’s lust was not involved in this—that he’d be busy flying the plane and strapped in in the front and Scottie would be in back, enjoying the view. So, assured, Scottie climbed in, brushing behind Lawton’s seat and moving over to behind where Boyd was sitting in the front passenger seat.

But Lawton’s lust, of course, was involved in this.

As Lawton took them up into the air, climbing over Santa Fe to the northwest, they all put on headphones so they could converse over the roar of the plane’s single engine and the rush of air around the fuselage below the overhead wings. Initially, the discussion was all in the front of the plane, where Lawton and his pilot, Boyd, were coordinating on Lawton’s piloting skills, which were proving to be sufficient for a smooth flight. But as they climbed in altitude, Lawton piped over the sound system, “We’re reaching a mile high in altitude. We’ll go more than a mile higher to the optimum cruising altitude for this Skyhawk, but you know what can happen at a mile up—what that’s famous for . . . don’t you?”

Boyd didn’t answer and no one said anything for a few moments and then Lawton said, “Can you hear me, Scottie? The question was for you. You’ve heard of the Mile High Club, haven’t you?”

“Me? You’re talking to me?”

“Yes, Scottie, to you. The Mile High Club. You a member of that?”

“No, sir,” Scottie answer. “Yes, sir, I know what that is, but, no, I don’t think—”

“I think it’s possible . . . and I think it’s time. Here, Boyd, take the controls, please. I’m going into the back and we’re going to get Scottie initiated into the Mile High Club. I’m tired of his . . . her tease. I want to know how it feels to put my dick inside that woman’s snatch of hers.”

“Yes, sir,” Boyd sat, as, with effort, Lawton came over the center split in the front seats, Boyd Baylor slid over into the pilot’s seat, and Scottie, wide-eyed, surprised, and feeling trapped, shrank as best she could into the space behind the front passenger seat. In no time Lawton was in back, pawing at the smaller figure, manhandling the T-girl into bending over and taking the cock the older man had released from his fly in her mouth, and pulling clothes off Scottie’s body.

They’d been here before—not in the sky—but Scottie, nearly nude, had given Lawton blow jobs before and she settled down to do this now. But this wasn’t enough for Lawton. Not this time. Lawton wanted it all. He wanted his curiosity about how a transformed young man into the functions of a women worked and could be used—and he wanted the answer of whether he could enjoy fucking a T-girl in the cunt as well as the ass. In the confined space of the backseat of a one-engine Cessna 172, he used his greater size and strength and the confined space, to assuage his curiosity.

Scottie, frustrated and taken by surprise, initially struggled against him, but Lawton instructed to Boyd to maneuver the plane in dips and dives until and unless Scottie settled down, Boyd complied, and, scared and afraid she’d lose her cookies, Scottie surrendered, went docile, and let the old man take what he wanted. She had figured that would happen at some time unless he left the ranch. Scottie just didn’t think she’d enjoy being fucked by an old man and had been spinning it out, getting her satisfaction from the young, hard-bodied, and virile Boyd and taking good pay from Lawton for doing next to nothing to keep his swimming pool clean.

Before settling down, she’d called out, “Boyd! Boyd, help me.!”

But Boyd wasn’t being a bit of help here.

Before he exploded from the blow job and having gotten Scottie down to naked, Lawton pulled the T-girl from having her face in his lap to having her butt in his lap. She struggled here again against the inevitable, but it just made Lawton laugh. She cried out as he brought her down into the lap, for the first time being able to penetrate her newly formed snatch, holding her close in his embrace, clutching, squeezing, and separating her buttocks with his hands, as he sat behind the front passenger seat and she was on his lap, facing him, her knees pushed into the back of the seat cushion at either side of his hips. Her back was braced against the passenger seat back and Lawton’s face was buried in her chest, where he was sucking on Scottie’s nipples, and he rolled her back and forth and up and down on his cock by manipulating her buttocks with his strong hands.

He was inside her cunt, fucking her vigorously, and Scottie was panting and crying out, being bounced up and down on his shaft in the confined space of the aircraft still soaring up toward 13,000 feet. He was in, deep, and he was pumping her. Although not hung as well as Boyd was, he was sufficient to filling her and reaching that tender spot at the top of her vagina. Scottie was into the fuck now, rising and falling on the buried shaft, using it as much as it was using her. Lawton’s cock was every bit as effective and vigorous as Boyd Baylor’s was.

Lawton sensed that he had won, and, turning his head and whispering into his headset, he said, “Welcome to the Mile High Club. Now, fuck yourself.” Conquered and finding that being fucked by this old man wasn’t bad at all, Scottie used the leverage of her knees to rise and fall on the cock. He took one of her hands and moved it to the root of his cock, buried in her snatch, where she could feel him moving in and out of her. She shuddered and left her fingers there, and Lawton then knew she’d surrendered to him.

When, his curiosity on the fit in a T-girl’s cunt satisfied, Lawton turned her to facing and clutching the sides of the top of the passenger seat, Scottie didn’t fight the old man, still hard and throbbing, changing holes, and finishing in her anal passage, while he fingered her cunt to her own release.

Lawton had finally gotten what he wanted from Scottie and had initiated her into the Mile High Club high in the sky above New Mexico. She had surrendered to him, so he knew they had made it across some sort of barrier and that he could have her in the cunt whenever he wanted her now.

* * * *

Later, back on the ground, and at Lawton’s ranch, Boyd Baylor came upon Scottie in the apartment above the garage. She was packing her suitcases.

“You don’t have to leave, baby. He’s ecstatic. You finally let him have what he was curious about and I was just down at the pool listening to him run at the mouth on how much he enjoyed two-holing a trans girl.”

“I’m not leaving,” Scottie said. “I’m moving down into the house.”

“What do you mean, baby? You sleep here with me.”

“Not anymore. You sold me out to him. And I’ve found his dick is every bit as satisfying as yours was. Carl tells me he’ll be happy to pay for my boob job, so I can go all the way sooner than I thought I could. He says he can’t wait to be squeezing my tits while he two-holes me. I’m moving into his bed and you can just stay up here and fuck yourself. He and I are members of the Mile High Club now. If you’re not, that’s just tough for you. You’re not going to be getting it from me.”

As the iconic “Ta-Dum” sounded on the streaming service, Cliff absently opened the lock screen on his phone.   He hesitated momentarily, his focus strayed to the television screen where they were recapping the most recent shenanigans of Grace and Frankie.  He continued to listen, but his head turned left, then right, scanning the hallway and the front door.  He was alone.  His heart thudded slightly faster in his chest as he flicked past a few screens and found the app for which he was looking.

Several small boxes appeared on the screen displaying a myriad of muscular torsos, half naked men, close up shots of underwear, standard smiling selfies, aloof above-it-all attitudes, and some (like Cliff’s) were just empty boxes.  They were all labeled various things such as top4btm; [heart]ass; cpl[eyes]4third; [eyes]4[head]; ne1serious?; tom; chuck; 420friendly DL fun; will block you; over it; [fist]me; bored…etc.  Cliff’s eyes darted down past it all to the red number three printed over the text box.  His heart rumbled faster as he saw the new messages and he absently licked his lips as he pressed the icon.  Two open conversations appeared in the window and Cliff selected the one marked chub4fun.

“Sorry I missed you”

“Work has been crazy”

Cliff felt a bit of disappointment as he realized there was no green circle indicating that chub4fun was online.  He hesitated a moment and then replied.

“No worries”

Cliff left that conversation and selected the other labeled BWC 7.  The close-up image of a huge, engorged shaft populated the text box.  Beneath the neatly trimmed pubic hair was revealed a slightly pudgy fold of skin over the thick base.  The shaft itself tapered significantly and ended in a slightly flared but still conical head.  Cliff’s increased heart rate allowed blood to flow to his groin and his pants began to tighten slightly as he enlarged the image on his device.  His hand trailed down over his smooth stomach and Cliff absently felt his growing erection.

Cliff considered then began typing a reply.

“That dick is…”

“Hey, babe,” Mckenzie suddenly spoke and Cliff nearly threw his phone.  Cliff’s girlfriend of three years leaned in the opening to the hallway with a slight smirk on her face.

“What ya watching?”

“Um…” Cliff swallowed hard as his thumb closed the open app, “Grace and Frankie.”

“Yea,” she exaggerated an eye roll as she moved toward him, “That’s why you were looking at your phone and grabbing yourself.”

Cliff flushed as she straddled him on the couch and pressed herself against his bulge.  She leaned down flirtatiously and kissed him.  After, Cliff let out a shuttering breath which was the result of a sudden lightheaded feeling and the rush of adrenaline.

“Somebody is happy to see me,” Mckenzie whispered, mistaking Cliff’s fear for excitement.  Then they proceeded to make out.  Cliff felt her light brown hair tickle his neck as it cascaded down around her face as she leaned forward.  She pulled off his shirt and felt his creamy skin.  He was not super strong, but his chest muscles were firm and defined.  His stomach was flat and mostly hairless, and his thin, lanky arms wrapped easily around her as he gently felt her left breast.  She moaned at his touch and kissed him again.

Cliff had a hard time recalling when she had stripped down, but soon she was tugging on his pants and handing him the condom.  He slipped it over his ample erection, and she lowered herself back down over it.  She was so incredibly soft and warm as he slipped inside, and he moaned with pleasure as his face buried between her breasts.  His eyes closed and he could see the huge cock that had been on his phone.  BWC 7 filled his mind as Mckenzie moved up and down, grinding against his erection as she pleasured herself. 

Soon she was crying out and he gripped her harder around the waist as he began to ejaculate into the condom.  His body shook with the orgasm and he grunted and growled with the final spasms.  As she smiled down at him, Cliff noticed her glancing over at his phone which had fallen to his side on the couch.  Cliff had a moment of fear again, but she had just been checking the time.

“Shit, my dad will be home soon.”

“We better get dressed,” Cliff croaked; his mouth felt suddenly dry.

My name is Wahi and I am from India. I am a student and lived in Stamford CT for few years. Now I am going to move to Jersey City, because I got a job there. It was a good summer day when I moved in. moving is not that easy especially when you are by yourself. Couple of my friends helped me, but they left. Busy and hectic day all over. The area was very nice and quiet. Some private houses, and big apartment buildings in the neighborhood. The very next day I had to get work and when I came back, I was so tired. I accidentally left my apt door open while I was moving some of my furniture. I was literally cursing and annoyed. Suddenly, I notice someone knocking on my door. I see a nice good-looking man standing there and asking me if he could help me.  

It was Mr. Bruce Birnberg, he works in real estate. Mr. Birnberg is 48yrs old, lives alone and divorced. So helped me that day and we started having conversation in daily basis. I must say that first time I saw him, I really had a crush on him. One day I saw him without shirt. His body was so sexy. Hairy chest and belly, musky armpits. I was hard on instantly, and I jerked off that night thinking of him.

One Sunday afternoon, he came to my apt wondering if he could chat with me and watch some TV. I was happy to let him in. I was wearing a short and T-shirt, and he was wearing t-shirt and jogger. I had my dirty clothes all over my living room. So I was talking some in my bedroom, and when I was coming back I see him sniffing one of my underwear. I did not say anything and left one or two there to see if he likes to sniff those. I could see from my bedroom that he was sniffing those passionately. When I told him that my clothes are dirty and I have to clean those. He told me that it smells fine to him, and he likes that smell. I saw he was already hard on. I have been waiting for this moment for long time.

So I just sat next to him, and told him that I am wearing a old underwear now. He just giggled and put his hand on my lap. We both looked into our eyes and start kissing. Gosh his mouth taste so good. We tongue kissed for long time. Slowly he just undressed me. He was licking me all over. Playing with my nips, sniffing and licking my armpits, and tongue kiss me. Then he licked my cock over my underwear. Slowly he took that off and start sucking my cock, balls. When he started rimming my ass, that feeling was like in heaven. His tongue was inside the hole, and he was moving it around.

I just then undress him. Kissing and little nibble all over his neck and chest. I could not resist the smell of him manly musky armpits, and quickly start sniffing and licking. He was enjoying it a lot. Then I start sucking him big thick 7.5-inch cock. It was so good, and my mouth was full. Slowly I moved my tongue to his ass and start licking his ass. He was moaning loud. We then started 69ing each other. I was so horny that I really want him to fuck me. And he did exactly that. I was laying back in the bed and slide in. Gosh I could feel his thick cock inside me, and he was fucking me hard. Then I got top of him and riding that cock. After that he told me to lay down and he will take care of my cock. He was deep throating me. While he was sucking me, he was also fingering my ass. I could not hold it and shoot my load. He told me to do the same with him and he shoot his load as well. We become reg bud and have sex very often.

A fun day and even more later 

This story begins back many years ago to be honest I can’t remember which web site was used for us to meet up on.  I had been chatting with this young guy for a while.  I had recognized him from a store we both shopped at.  I finally had the place to myself so I messaged Josh inquiring if he would like to come over.  I had to go and pick him up I was a few years older.  He was on the smaller petite size as where I was tall and heavyset.  I arrived at the local shopping center where he told me to pick him up at.  We then went back to my place and decided to take a shower together.  He informed me that he was a top into most everything however he didn’t like to be topped.  We left the shower then headed to the bed.  We started to kiss and make out then I went down to his erect penis and took it in my mouth.  He was average size nothing to huge so I was easily able to deep throat him.  He then returned the favor for me taking my cock in his mouth for a moment.  The next thing I know he was rimming the hell out of my tight hole.  Next thing I know he puts a little spit on his cock and placed it right on my tight hole.  Next thing I knew he had my legs in the air and was plowing me deep.  Thrust after thrust he was banging me good when all of a sudden he exclaimed I am about to cum.  I wrapped my legs around his little tight body so he would have to fill my ass with his baby batter.  The look on his face was amazing as he climaxed and unloaded in my.  I then jacked off while he lay next to me shooting my load on my stomach.  We got up took a shower and I returned him back to the road he lived off of. 

I was able to hook up with Josh a couple of times that year always the same he would fuck me and breed my hole.

I also at the same time before meeting Josh had been fooling around with this Puerto Rican gentleman.  He was a bigger guy then I was however my cock was bigger than his so I would usually fuck Renaldo when would get together.  I could suck him for just a moment or two and he would shoot in my mouth. 

One day I was speaking with Renaldo and asked him had he ever hooked up with Josh as there weren’t many guys in the town we lived in.  He was like oh yes he has fucked me a few times.  So I thought hey let’s do a threesome together.   Both guys were in agreement so late one night I got it all lined up to pick up Josh and go over to Renaldo’s house.  The three of us went upstairs to the bedroom all got undressed to get in the shower together.  We all washed each other off fondling one another while doing so.  After we dried off we proceeded to the queen size bed the three of us took turns giving blow jobs to each other and while Josh was sucking off Renaldo I thought I am going to eat out his ass.  I went around opened up those little cheeks and tongue the hell out of his bussy.

I looked up at Renaldo and he was like hey fuck him.  I mouthed to him no way he is only a top.  Renaldo said just do it.  So I spit on my cock and started to run it up and down Josh’s sweet hole.  Then I started to push it in and he kept sucking on Renaldo. I proceeded to fuck the hell out his guys little ass.  I took a break for a moment since we were doing it doggie style and laid down next to Renaldo on the bed and the next thing I know Josh leaves Renaldo and comes over to me climbs up on me and starts riding the hell out of my cock.  He loved taking my cock.  He kept riding and riding until I exclaimed that I was getting close.  Next thing I know I was shooting warm hot loads of cum deep inside his guts.  After we were done then Josh fucked Renaldo and I sucked Renaldo off. 

A few years went by before I hooked up with Josh again I knew he had a boyfriend but he wanted to fuck me and I was horny.  I went to his house we went in the room got undressed and we were sucking on each other when in walked his boyfriend.  He was like may I join you and I said of course you can.  His boyfriend said I want you to fuck me.  I laid his boyfriend Mark down on the bed put his legs up in the air and started to fuck his brains out.  I shoot my load up inside of his guts this time.  Then when I was done Josh put me on my stomach and climbed on top of me to fuck me senseless.  After we had all shot our loads we got back in the shower and went our separate ways.  I still chat with Josh from time to time he has moved from the area we lived in but I still fantasize about the times we fucked each other.

Chapter 9

The next day after they woke up Audun and Rafet were making love all over again, and later that day, they parted, and made plans to see each other later that night in his father Enver’s bar restaurant.

In the evening, when Audun went back to the bar. Burak looked him and smiled and said “so you and Rafet are ok and had a good night together I see yes?”

Audun was taken aback not wanting to cause any trouble, as he knew that Enver would extremely angry with him for having sex with his son, as he know what his plans were for his boy. So he said carefully “yes we did, but is this going to cause him any trouble with his father isn’t it Burak?”

“Truthfully, yes probably Audun as Enver does not like homosexuals that much!”

He added seeing the Norwegian mans worried face, “but his father knows that Rafet is his own man and besides, I know he is not the marrying kind, and you and he are together now. I have always know the boy likes men and is homosexual. I catch him and his best friend Ilhan fucking in here one night after the bar is shut in the upstairs bedroom one day!“

“I say yes Enver’s boys is homosexual and sure loves the dick, as he was being taken from behind and his friend was kissing him like woman. I have not seen two men having sex like this before in my life man!”

Audun looked at him and was taken aback to hear this news which confirmed his suspicions. He said to himself “yes I did say to Rafet when I was drunk, that I noticed that there was something between them a vibe. Also seeing them together playing pool and eating and being around each other, I was sure they were having sex or had had sex!”

What he actually said was “you have great ass Rafet man, yes it is an absolutely fantastic ass absolutely perfecto!”

“Yeah man it so much better that your friend’s ass!”

“I know you said he had a girlfriend, but have you two fucked man, as I sense an vibe between the pair of you?”

“If there is sorry I’ll back off, but you are so hot Rafet!”

Rafet never confirm that he and his best friend had sex, even after he told him what he said to him.

And now seeing his face Burak realised straight away, that he had put his foot in it, by revealing the boys personal business. He kicked himself and said quickly, “please forget I said that, as you and Rafet are good together.”

“But do not play with him, if you are serious about him Audun, as Rafet is nice boy.”

“I think he likes you and is easily hurt if you not feel the same way about him, although it is too soon I guess.”

“And I bet the sex between you is good yes?”

“As you are both smiling and you have big cock, and your fit well inside his asshole yes?”

As he asked this, he looked at Rafet’s bubble butt which was encased in pair of tight black mesh shorts, and he noted the Norwegians man eyes staring at his man intently. Burak continued “yes my co-owners Enver is not going to be happy, but his son does not care as you are hard for him, I see this, as you are looking at his, how you say his ‘bubble butt’, it is nice yes?”

With that he reach down and gave Audun’s big fat cock a firm squeeze.

This made him jump and blush and Burak said being direct, “you breed this boy so good, and I see your cock before soft, so now it hard. It is much bigger than I thought and I bet you have big cum loads and can produce loads of man milk, to feed Rafet for a long time yes Audun?”

He grinned at him mischievously, and bar man Cagatay who was listening intently chuckled and said something to him in Turkish.

He said “yes the man has it bad for gay boy Rafet.”

“Just look at the way the old queer is looking at him like he could fuck him here in front of all of the other customers Burak!”

“I bet he fucked Rafet’s bubble butt so hard that he cum inside his fat man pussy cunt, breeding him out all night long, so that if he was woman he would be pregnant with twins!”

“What a fucking kaltak whore our Rafet is yes, I knew he like boys but this man is something else?”

Then he said in English, “yes you man, you breed out our boys, how you say bubble butt pussy hole out yes Audun, with your big fat white cock, I know this?”

Audun went scarlet and did not know how to response, and Rafet came over catching the end of the conversation and said in Turkish “Burak and Cagatay, leave it yeah, this is my business, and if I am a whore bitch so what?”

“Why are you starting trouble like this. I will speak to my father about my situation ok as I know you and the others will do so before me, just to cause me and my father, my family big time problems?”

“Burak I see you as an uncle, and would never disrespect you, but I think you are being out of order speaking to my friend like this!”

“Why are you causing trouble for me, as you know baba will be so angry and will disown me?”

Rafet  was angry but also near to tears as he knew his parents would be very angry and so disappointed with him. His happy bubble was well and truly busted. He was not ashamed of being gay, but he knew his family reputation would be tarnished a bit finding their son was gay within their conservative religious community.

Burak and Cagatay looked at him and the older man said hugging him “ok Rafet we are only teasing, we don’t care, relax have fun as this man likes you. We will not say anything to anyone ok will we Cagatay!”

He nodded and muttered “I will not say anything Rafet” mortified that he been caught saying all of the above and despite his loathing towards homosexuality. Being called out shocked him and he was very quiet as he listened to the guys speaking from the heart. To be honest he and the others employees most of which were extremely poor and came from small remote villages to find work in the cities across the country. 

They always thought Rafet was spoiled, and so lucky to have father like Enver as he had everything he wanted, including his working and eventually inheriting his father business. Never wanting for  money, and he had a car as well as a motorbike that his father Enver had purchased for him, plus he had a great education, having been to university, which he could only dream of.

 But he could see the fear and pain in the usually over confident man’s face, fearing that his father would find out about him and this foreigner. Also seeing the way that Rafet looked freshly fucked out that afternoon, when he came into work, he could see how the guy was radiant and in love.

Cagatay swore that Enver’s son’s bubble butt was even bigger and bouncier today, and was wobbling as he walked around in those tight fucking slutty shorts. He could not help but stared at him, and his eyes were drawn to the fat juicy bubble buttocks, which was far more shapely that his wife back him in his home village.

As a result, when the guy bent over, his 6 inches was rock stiff under his apron, and he wanted to fuck him hard in the ass. Cagatay was really disgusted with himself thinking of such filthy ‘homo’ thoughts. Burt just thinking about this and imaging this older white man fucking him down, he had to admit to himself, was a turn on and on his break he went and relieved himself several times, chastising himself afterwards.

But right now as Rafet was speaking to him and Burak watched intently by Audun, who could not understand what they were saying, Cagatay listened. Then they parted and the rest of the evening went ok as the bar was full. Later on Audun and Rafet left together and once again had prolong marathon sex session., cumming uncontrollably, with both experiencing multiple anal orgasms.  

The next day Burak spoke to him on his own and he told him, that the foreigner liked him, and that was good basis for any relationship. “Me I cannot stand my wife by what can I do” and they giggled about this as it was well known that Burak’s wife was challenging.

He also told him that he had let it slip re him and best friend Ilhan had been having sex, and Rafet groaned and spoke to Audun about this when they were alone that night. His tongue in cheek responses tinged with some jealous intent, was a breezy neutral  “oh I thought so”

“Maybe we could have threesome?”

“I could take your best friend’s untouched ass cherry with this my big cock?”

“Yes I can see why you and he got together, as he does have a hot muscular body and a big square man butt, that might be able to take me, but not like you of course Rafet.” 

And I could have sex with you both, banging and eating you out, and you will both fucked me as well if you want to one after the other and at the same time.”

“What do you think Rafet…..?”

The look that Rafet gave him was enough to stop him speaking. So he did not mentioned it again. Best friend  Ilhan did have great ass, that needed an extra hard prolong rough pound out, and Auden lost number of loads, just thinking about doing so, as did Rafet, which they disclosed to each other a year or so later and laughed about it.

Alas though this was not to be though.

A few days later Enver came back with the family, and within a month, found out about his boy and Audun, as he caught them snogging in his new car, that he had just brought him. As expected he went ballistic, as this was not his plan for his son to be homosexual, as he expected him to find a wife and give him grandchildren.

He was not pleased and banned Audun, from the bar and 2 weeks later Audun flew back to Norway, as his mother was unwell and was unable to return for long while. Enver sighed with relief “good riddance” he said as he and his wife set about finding a wife for his son, glad to get rid of that particular problem.

However this was not the end for the  couple, as they missed each other and within 3 months, as Rafet could not gain employment relevant to his degree in Turkey, Audun used his contacts and managed to gain him some interviews online, and thus he help him gain some well paid, part time employment in Norway.

Rafet could speak several languages and was learning Norwegian and had a start date to go and live there. He held off telling his father about it but had to eventually do so. Before he departed, and  with his father Enver , not happy with his sons decision to leave his homeland to go and live with this gay foreigner.

He believed that this older Norwegian man corrupted his son, and had turned him into being homosexual, even though his son told him otherwise, and they had an almighty row which went on for days.

Enver told Rafet a number of things including the following:

“This is an unequal relationship it will not work, like a lot of these mix marriages.”

“That thing has all of the power and you will be a nobody in his country you soon see that boy.”

“Like so many of our man who go and marry these foreign women, they are so unhappy and most of their marriages do not work. So you being in ‘gay’ he did not want to say a ‘relationship’ will most definitely not work at all.”

He carried on “and that older person, as he is not man to me, has all of the money and power and a house, and you have nothing and he will use you and throw you away like the nasty bit of perverted rubbish that you are, you stupid idiot.”

“And don’t think me or your anne (mother) will not support you in any way either financially or otherwise.”

Enver said lots of other things, Rafet also say a lot of things back and it came to an end when Enver shouted,  “Now go fuck off you dirty homosexual pervert bastard, I never want to see you again in my life!”

Rafet left running from the house in angry tears, knowing his father was correct in some aspects but certainly not in others, and stayed with best friend Ilhan. A week later he was driven to the airport and they embraced and he got on the plane and flew away and left his homeland.

For a long time, he missed it so much and his family and texted his mother, who text back  But he and his father did not speak for years and time moved on. He and Audun came back and forth to Turkey when they could, staying in Audun’s old apartment avoiding going to his father bar restaurant.

They got married and a while later fostered then adopted three mix heritage Norwegian/Turkish brothers, Orhun 6, Ayhan 5 and Tayyip 3, who were removed from their birth parents. Orhun looked like Rafet , Ayhan looked like Audun and little Tayyip look like a combination  of them both.

It was uncanny re the resemblance and Audun parents, siblings and their friend and family all commented on it, as did Rafet’s mother and siblings, but they did not share this with Enver who refused to have anything to do with his “bastard pervert gay son.” As he insisted on calling him.

He relished in his anger and grew high on it.

As for Audun and Rafet, they got on with their family lives, having some trouble for number of years from their eldest Orhun, which was challenging, but he eventually settle down.  Then 9 years later they were back in Turkey during the long summer school holidays, and were now living in their new apartment, near to where the old one that Audun had brought all those years ago.

It was wretch leaving his old apartment, as he had so many memories there with him and Rafet over the years, but it was far too small with the boys now growing up with Orhun now 15, Ayhan 14 and Tayyip 12.  Orhun having been past his father Rafet’s family bar loads of time and had not gone in, as he had been told not to but decided to do so this day.

So when all of them were going out for the day, he feigned illness and stayed in and as soon as they were out, he got up and got dressed and made his way to the bar. He saw the man whose picture hung in his home and could see the pain in his father’s face every time he looked at it or was asked “who is that baba’s?”

“That’s my baba” Rafet would answer, then go silent and and he looked sad.

 So he walked up to the man and said “merhaba/hello.”

Enver looked at the boy and thought “my god he looks just like my son Rafet did at that age!”

He said “son you are too young to be in this bar where are your parents?”

Orhun replied “oh my baba’s are out with my brother’s.”

Enver looked at him and say slowly “your baba’s what about your anne?”

“Oh sir, I don’t live with her anymore and my 2 baba’s are my and my brother’s family now!”

Enver looked at the boy and he said as it dawned on him “so you are Rafet’s son yes?”

“Yes sir I am, I am Orhun, I am 15 and I am the eldest!”

“Why are you here” Enver asked.

“Because my baba is sad all the time when we are here as he cannot see you or the rest of the family. Also me and my brothers Ayhan and Tayyip are sad for him sir as he unhappy and cry’s when he thinks we are not looking.”

Then he said “büyükbaba/granddad why do you hate my baba?”

“Is it because he is ‘gay’ and is married to my other baba Audun, who is very nice and looks after me and my brothers even when our birth parents could not do so?”

“I think I understand though büyükbaba, as I was not very nice to them calling them names, as I did not want to live with them for long time. Because living with two gay men was too embarrassing and I felt ashamed and I did not want anyone to know about this!”

“ I bring lot of trouble to their home but they did not throw me out even after I run away so many times. Just like in other foster homes before and I settle down now and now it’s no problem and I don’t care I have two baba’s who love me and my younger brothers!”

Enver looked at him and said “erkek torun/grandson I ….”

What could he say to this young man that looked so much like his boy. and even sounded like him speaking perfect Turkish. Oh how he had missed his son, and all of the anger that had built up over the years, flowed away and he hugged the boy, his grandson and tears flowed from his eyes.

They were interrupted by his wife and he said “Damla this is our grandson Orhun” and she burst into happy tears, having seen his pictures over the years as she and Rafet kept in touch, although she had not seen him when they came to Turkey out of respect for her husband. She knew he would not forgive her and was still so angry, yet sad about the situation.

Later on that night Orhun asked his baba’s if they could go to nearby restaurant and they agreed and  he appeared a bit nervous and Audun picked up on this but said nothing. When they arrived they were lead to a big table with twenty spaces, and they were seated at it and Rafet said “this is bit big are we on the wrong table guys?”

Orhun replied “no baba we are not please sit down” and he sat next to him and took his hand and Rafet looked at Audun and mouthed “what is going on?”

His husband mouthed back “I don’t know” as they were all seated and a few moments later in walked Enver and the rest of the family.

Rafet looked was stunned. He looked at his father who looked at him and he got up and embraced him tightly and both started weeping.

“I’m sorry Baba” he sobbed and his father said no “I am sorry oğul/son and your boy Orhun here, came to see me as I have been silly old fool!”

And that’s how Rafet and his father Enver started to rebuild their relationship and this is where we will leave them all!

The End

The afternoon had started with Jacob coming over to help me get the tin roof fixed after it had been damaged by high winds the day before. It wasn’t unusual in the way the storm developed, dark clouds to the southwest, roiling and expanding on the horizon as they moved closer. What had been surprising was the amount of lightning and high winds. It struck two pecan trees in the orchard leaving a nasty black scare down both, and up the road Mr. Hollis said it burned up a microwave oven his wife forgot to unplug. But the real damage was from the winds. Dad came in last night after doing a volunteer stint with the community fire department, going around checking homes that got hit with lightning, two of them with smoldering wiring, but said the worst damage was roofs blown off barns and trees down over in Greene Village, three down on houses and one that tried to severe a mobile home in half. For us, it was just the roof over the lean-to on the barn where we parked the row and drill planters.

Jacob arrived after lunch when the rain seemed to be about to stop. But as we got sheets of tin back in place and nailed down, damn if the clouds didn’t build up again, and rain came down on us. We finished as fast as we could, but by the time we came inside, we were soaked to the skin.

With the day a bust on doing any chores around our family’s farms, I told Jacob he might as well hang around, that I would get him something dry to put on. It wasn’t unusual for one or the other to crash at someone’s home for most of the day. We did it all the time. But as seniors, the sleep overs stopped. We were too old to be sharing a bed, or that is what Jacob had said more than once when I broached the idea.

I know. I know how fucking obvious it is to anyone with an inclination of what I was up to by trying to get Jacob to sleep with me. Anyone but Jacob. Probably for the better, for I’m not sure how he would react if he knew his best friend all through grade school, the Ellis R. Stevens of Clayton, Alabama was gay. Oh, how I fantasied Jacob was gay too. Projected the idea with every stare or look, with any touch, especially the horsing around the two of us could do. Which brings me back to this dark rainy afternoon.

We had showered and slipped on boxers. I laid out gym shorts and T-shirts but was pleased to see Jacob ignore them when he saw I was sitting at my desk in just boxers. Straight guys can hang out in their underwear and it not mean anything. Right? My parents gone to visit relatives doesn’t make it more awkward, does it?

We got down on the floor, propped back against my bed, and played video games. Something was off with Jacob’s play. One fuck up after the next, and I was beating the snot out of him. I saw him look over at me time and time again, then just blow a chance to take me out. I assumed he was watching my hands, trying to judge my next move. We played five games like this.

“Damn, you suck today,” I exclaimed in jest as the game did its celebratory display of my fifth win.

“Well, at least I don’t have my dick hanging out for everyone to see.”

I looked down, and damn, if my cock wasn’t protruding through the fly. Oops.

“Oh, its not like you haven’t seen it before,” I replied as I tucked it back through the fly. I couldn’t help but notice the fly stayed gapped open.

“Are you going to ask Cheryl to the prom?” Jacob asked as he started another game.

Way to change the subject.

“Not sure,” I replied, lying my ass off, for there was no way I was asking that preacher’s daughter to the prom. I knew her reputation. She’d attack me the first chance she got, and the last thing I needed spread around the school right before graduation was how Ellis couldn’t get a hard-on for a girl. Fuck that shit. “Did you ask Emily?”

Emily was the class beauty queen (yeah, the school still did that misogynist shit), the class vice-president, cheerleader, pitcher on the softball team, and too damn perfect, and I hated her for flirting with Jacob. He’s mine, bitch, I thought every time she pulled him aside. I sat holding my breath, waiting for him to answer.

“Tyler asked her out first, and she said yes,” Jacob replied, then added, “are we playing another game?”

“Sure,” I replied, trying hard to suppress my glee. “If you don’t ask anyone, maybe we can go to the beach for the weekend. Camp like we did last spring at the fort.” There was an old fort at the end of the barrier island with a campground next to it.

“Might as well. Anyone I would ask out is going with someone.”

I really couldn’t believe Jacob had no one to go with him to the prom. I mean, what the fuck is wrong with the girls in our school? As thrilled by his misfortune as I was, it was still shocking, shocking I tell you. He’s six foot three, with a fucking nice body. Not one bulked up from a weight room, but one built from physical labor on his family’s farm. And he had the lightest brown hair that by summer would have blonde streaks in it. He had been a tow-headed child, hair a platinum blonde would have been jealous of, but by the time we were in the third grade his hair started to darken. Looking over now how it is all messed up, hanging down into his eyes and wavy and still damp…I wanted to run my hands through it. To push it out of his eyes so I can see them. Blue, so vivid blue they looked like they were cut from some gemstone.

“Hey, stop daydreaming and let’s play,” said Jacob, and I turned my attention to the television as he hit start.

Three more games, and three more wins for me, not that I gloated or anything.

“Loser,” I uttered, then giggled like a schoolgirl.

“Fuck off,” Jacob replied, his tone humorous, for he knew he sucked the big one during that last game.

“I’m going for a soda. You want one, loser?”

As I rolled to my knees to get to my feet, he pushed me.

“Stop bragging, pussy,” he taunted.

I started crawling away from him, looking back over my shoulder. “Oh, suck it, loser.”

I hit the limit of my allowable taunts, and old Jacob sprang up. I tried to crawl faster to get out of his reach, but I felt a hand land on my lower back. I squirmed, then dropped down, while trying to crawl away. He managed to grasp the waistband of my boxers and as I crawled toward the door, they slipped over my ass and down my legs.

“Hey, stop,” I exclaimed, and yes, I was laughing. And wondering how far to take it. I tried to kick away, but Jacob held tight to my boxers and as I moved from him, they slipped further down each leg until at my ankles.

I rolled over and sat on the floor, kicking my legs trying to get away from him, but all I managed to do was kick my boxers off. I literally kicked them into Jacob’s face.

Then he was on me, arms pinned to the floor over my head and his legs down between my own. He shifted and my cock flexed between us. I tried not to care about what it meant, but I was getting too aroused by Jacob wrestling me to my back then holding me down. Naked, getting hard, gasping for breath. I was revealing much about myself.

Jacob hovered over me, looking down. It was a queer thing how he stared into my eyes. A questioning look, one confused or unsure.

“You’re getting hard,” Jacob whispered.

“I can’t help it…naked and…you’re pushing against it,” I stammered.

Then I felt it, his cock pressing against me. It was getting hard.

“You…your…getting hard too,” I stammered after an awkward silence.

“I can’t help it either,” Jacob uttered, and a drop of sweat fell from his nose hitting me on the cheek under the right eye.

He pushed down with the hips. Seriously, straight boy Jacob pushed his cock against me making it flex. I pushed upward, unable to control myself. Let him feel it, I thought. I lay there underneath him, then without thinking, put my hands on his waist and tried to push his boxers down. Not the most subtle thing I had ever done. Eyes still locked together, I watched for a change in his expression. One that said stop, WTF, or, just maybe, yeah, keep going.  I got nothing for his expression, but I felt him raise his ass, just a little and I didn’t waste the opportunity. His boxers slide over that firm round ass, and I struggled with getting them around his hard cock. His cock hit my stomach and the boxers slipped down those muscular, hairy thighs for as far as I could reach.

Bare cock against bare cock. A push down. A push upward. Cocks flexing hard against each other. Then my hand slipped between us, moving between heaving stomachs until I was touching him. Fingers grazed the hard shaft, searching its length until rubbing over the flared head.

“You want me to stop?” I asked in a low, barely audible whisper.

“No,” he uttered in reply.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked after getting my fingers wrapped around his cock.

“I…huh…don’t know.”

I heard the fear. He was letting something happen he wasn’t sure of. Something queer, something I wondered if he ever truly considered before. It would be up to me to have things progress, for I knew he would not initiate anything. But he may let things escalate. I damn sure was going to find out.

“Roll over,” I whispered, pushing against his shoulder with my free hand.

He rolled over and lay next to me, hard cock flapping against his abdomen, then hovering over it. I knew what it looked like, but not like this. Not stretched out and thickened to a full erection. Skin dark, darker than the rest of him, and the flared head was wide, round, a blunt object for penetrating an ass…my ass if I was lucky.

His eyes were looking at me, and I looked down my familiar body to my own cock, how it curved back to my stomach, the slit drooling until that sweet slick pooled around it. How it flexed up and down when I thought of the situation. The sexual nature of it. I took myself in hand and slow stroked until my cock was slick, glistening in the light, and I was so goddamn horny I would try anything.

I slid across the floor until I was halfway down his body. He didn’t say a word as I leaned up and over his abdomen. I was staring at his cock, and it flexed up and down while hovering rock hard over his stomach. Still stroking my own cock, keeping myself right on the fucking edge, I moved down to his cock, glanced up one more time to see if there was any sign I was going too far (he was just staring with his mouth open), then I kissed the head, then licked it, finally eliciting a response. A moan of such whorish proportions with a push upward, I was encouraged to continue.

I slipped that cock into my mouth and pushed down, letting that head slide over my tongue and plug the back of my throat. Then I worked my mouth up and down, dragging lips along the hard shaft. I let it move along my tongue, push at my cheeks, and plug my throat again and again.

That teenage fuck was too aroused, to wound up to hold back, and suddenly he shoved upward, his cock flexed and swelled in my mouth, then cum seemed to gush from it. My mouth filled with it until I had to swallow, and I swallowed and swallowed until he was finally spent, and I had taken all of it.

“Stop…stop, Ellis, you fuck, stop,” Jacob pleaded, pushing my head off his sensitive cock.

I fell to my back beside him breathing hard like I’d been running or something. I took my cock in hand and stroked it slowly, feeling my arousal build once again.

I figured I would have to masturbate to get off, that it would be a one-sided affair. But a hand pushed mine off, and I opened my eyes and leaned up to watch Jacob nervously take my cock.

“You don’t have too if you don’t want to,” I whispered.

“I just want to see what it’s like,” he uttered. His hand circled my cock, then moved up and down it. Slowly, as if he was surveying every aspect of it. How it was shaped, how a vein ran down it, the head arrow shaped, and how it was exactly the same skin tone as the rest of me. I moaned, lay back closing my eyes, and tried not to push upward, letting him do all the work.

I heard his noisy suck, and how it felt. The tongue and lips moving along my cock until I wanted to cry out, to reach down and shove his head down, or pump my hips upward, which I began to do. Slowly, gently, I pushed upward as his head descended. We fell into a rhythm.

I reached down and took the right hand resting on my hip. I pushed it down between my legs.

“Jacob, touch me,” I whispered.

And he did.

The hand slipped down between my thighs, the fingers toying with my tightening sac. They worked my nuts around, then tugged on them making me cry out.

“Damn, Jacob…don’t stop.”

A finger touched my opening, raked over it, rubbed around it, then pressed against its tightness. I shuddered when it penetrated me. A finger not my own, Jacob’s finger, working inside me. I spread my legs giving him greater access and permission to keep going.

One finger, then two, then three, twisting and pumping through my tightness until I loosened to it. By then, my knees were up spread wide apart, and I was working my hips up and down, pumping cock into his mouth. He slipped off my cock, holding it up by his drooling mouth.

“Can I?” he asked as three fingers pushed into my depths.

I knew what he meant.

“Yeah, let me see what’s its like,” I replied, trying to keep it innocent, even a bit naïve.

He was on his knees between my legs stroking his hard cock. It glistened wetly and when he slowly stroked it from the base to the head, it drooled its clear slick.

“Fuck,” he uttered, then looked down at me.

I saw a hesitation, a little insecurity about what we both knew was to happen next. He was going to put that cock inside me. He was going to penetrate my ass with his cock. He was going to fuck me.

“Jacob,” I whispered, raising each leg and resting them on his shoulders. “Put it in me.”

He suddenly became aware, as if woke from a dream.

“Yeah…let me,” he uttered as he moved over me. I folded in half and soon felt his cock rake across my ass, then up and down between the spread cheeks. He put it to my opening and pushed.

“Fuck. Goddamn,” I cried out, shivering with the penetration, then I held tight to his waist keeping him in place. “Hold still.”

It felt like he shoved a fence post up my ass. I just knew he ripped me open, but after a long minute or two, I loosened to his penetration. It soon felt right, the fullness of his cock inside me. I pushed upward while pulling down on his waist.

“Fuck me.”

I felt how his body responded. The flex of muscle along the back, the flex of ass cheeks when he pushed inward, and his pace increased until he was bumping against my ass, pushing into my depths with greater urgency. I opened my eyes and looked up into those vivid blue eyes. I saw the lust, the drive for the pleasure our fuck offered, but even so, there was something hidden from my stare. How far will he be willing to take this thing between us? I didn’t know.

I scanned down that long muscular body. Looked at how the abs flexed and strained with his exertion. God, the fucking masculine nature of him, the heat of his body, the sweat that trickled down it and dripped hot against my own skin. He leaned down closer until kissing my neck, then nipped at the skin. My cock was pinned between us feeling the rub of hot slick flesh. I could come any second if he didn’t stop.

“Don’t stop. Fuck me. Fuck me, Jacob,” I pleaded.

He laced his fingers with mine and held me down. He kissed me again on the neck, then on the lips. And he fucked. Fucked with a fast pace, bodies smacking together, then slowed to one that let me feel every damn inch slide through my opening. He ground his hips against my upturned ass, cock buried all the way inside me. Then he raised his hips until cock hovered over my opening, and thrust downward, breaching my opening before it could close and sank all the way into my depths once again. Over and over, he did this, working inside me, over me, kissing me, touching me, with exhales from his exertions hot against my skin, and I moaned and pleaded with him not to stop.

He pulled out leaving me feeling empty and I saw him roll over and sit next to me on the floor. He slow stroked his cock then held it up.

“Ellis,” he whispered, and I knew what he wanted.

I climbed to my knees, straddled his legs, and moved until hovering over his cock. He was watching me, eyes looking into my own, then down over my body, at my hard cock, then to his own. I moved down and felt his cock touch me, then penetrate me once again. I lowered myself until I had over half of him, then I began to fuck myself on it. Up, down, over and over, I moved on his cock. I took my own in hand, stroking it with the same brutal rhythm. Hands took each of my ankles and held tight as I moved on his cock and kept stroking my own.

I couldn’t believe the heat. The roiling almost suffocating heat I felt as I moved on that cock. I leaned back and worked my ass up and down, increasing my pace. I hammered my insides on his cock, making my own flex and drool in my hand.

He began to push upward, to work his hips trying to sink deeper into my depths. I helped him, slamming my ass down. The smack of flesh against flesh echoed in the room.

I came. Hard. Cum hit me in the face, then a thick wad roped up my chest. It rained down on my stomach, then slickened my hand. I kept stroking my cock, kept it flexing with release until I was shuddering. Suddenly Jacob sat up, pushed down on both of my thighs, threw his head back, and cried out. His cock flexed with each ejaculation inside me, and I knew he was filling me with his load.

 

 

We showered together, playfully touching each other, making silly jokes about what we’ve done. There were brief stares, then a looking away. I could see it, how he was still working it out. What it could mean. We didn’t talk about it, not seriously, and as soon as we got the suds rinsed off, he was shutting off the water.

“I should get dressed and head home,” Jacob said as he tossed me a towel, then used the other one laid out to dry off.

For days, Jacob didn’t come around, didn’t take my phone calls, only replying with a short text he would call me later. I grew worried. I knew once he was around others, things could look different to him. The intimacy could become something else, our sex a deviant behavior.

At school, he acted as if nothing had happened. It was back to being best buds, and nothing more. With prom approaching, then graduation, no one noticed the slight change between us. How he didn’t throw an arm around my neck all the time, or how he didn’t sit next to me in the cafeteria, but across from me, keeping some distance between us. No one knew he was avoiding me, never allowing me to get him alone, so we could talk.

Another week of school passed, another weekend upon us, and that damn prom, and I didn’t bother to wait around for Jacob. I left my English class and went straight to my 4-Runner. I got it running and into the line as fast as I could, hoping not to see him, for I was at the point of thinking our friendship was over. Emily said Jacob asked Shelley to the prom after hearing she had broken up with that McCullough boy from over in Covington County. She had said yes, relieved to have a date, and I was heartbroken to know the camping trip was not going to happen.

Graduation would be next, then a summer working around the farm, then…

And I knew Jacob would be pursuing a different direction in life. Maybe he would go to college, letting his younger brother take over the farm by himself. Or maybe he would join the military, for there had been mention of the Navy or the Army, with the fantasy of going overseas someplace exciting and different. Or maybe Jacoby would just marry and settle down, take his place in the community, and therefore always be someone around for him to run into from time to time. At the diner in town, the tractor dealership, in line for a part, or down at the volunteer fire department for a fish fry or bar-be-cue.

Saturday was hot with vivid blue skies without a cloud in sight. I got the yard mowed, rode with dad to check the fields over in Red Level, then found myself standing in the rear yard, garden hose in one hand and a bucket of sudsy water in the other. My 4-Runner sat in the grass ready for washing. I was shirtless, just a ratty pair of khakis cut off as shorts that hung so loose on my skinny waist my boxers were visible. The sun was hot on my shoulders and gnats tried to swarm in my face. A spray of water straight up took care of both, then I approached my 4-Runner.

As I rinsed off the worst of the dirt my mind drifted off to the prom that was happening that night. I pictured Jacob with Shelley, the two of them going into the prom, dancing together, and kissing. Sponge in hand, suds dripping from it, and I stood on the ladder and started on the top. I leaned against the side of the 4-Runner, suds and water soaking my shorts and cooling my chest. It felt good to just lean into it. To carelessly get wet. I climbed down and hosed off the top, it was far too hot to do the whole vehicle at once, for the soap would dry. I sprayed the top, then sprayed straight up letting the water rain down on me again, driving away gnats and the heat. I soaped the windows, rinsed, then did the hood, grille, and front fenders. Suddenly my mind drifted from Jacob with Shelley to Jacob and me, to us having sex. I felt my cock stir within my wet shorts and boxers. When I stood, the wet shorts slipped down dragging boxers with them until they hung low on my hips. Fuck, I was suddenly so horny. I felt my body’s exposure, the way the shorts hung so low almost revealing pubic hair and the base of my expanding cock.

“Ellis. Ellis!” mom shouted from the back porch.

I looked across the yard to where she stood and saw she was dressed up, nice blouse and slacks, and dad came out in khakis and a dress shirt.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“We’re going to Montgomery. Lisa called inviting us to dinner,” mom replied, referring to her youngest sister. “We going to stay tonight but will be back by lunch tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

I watched them get in her Tahoe, then drive toward the front of the house. I stood there watching as it pulled out on the road, then accelerated away. Turning back to my 4-Runner, I resumed washing it, working down the driver’s side, across the rear, then down the passenger side, all the while thinking of sex, of Jacob beneath me, my ass riding his cock. I got hard, no longer worried mom or dad would come out and see me in such a state. Cock pushing outward on the wet khakis, its full length plainly visible. As I rinsed the last of the suds, I undid the shorts and let them drop to my ankles. I stepped out of them, while twisting the spray nozzle from the hose. Water shot out around the nozzle as I kept rotating it until it came loose from the hose. I held it over my head, letting the cool water cascade down my body as I used my other hand to push the wet boxers down until they too fell around my ankles. I stepped free of the shorts and boxers, naked, cock rock hard, feeling the heat of the sun mixed with the coolness of the water. I stroked my cock, out of arousal and horniness and frustration and anger. I stroked it until all I could think of was coming. I tossed the hose down on the ground and lay on my back on the wet grass. I worked my hips, thrust cock up through my fist, then I stroked it, mad with my horniness and frustration.

I came, cum arcing out of my cock and raining down on my chest and stomach. I kept stroking as my cock flexed with each ejaculation until it only dribbled cum from the slit, and I finally stopped, breathing hard and still feeling frustrated and aroused. The sun warmed me, made my cock stay hard. I started stroking it again, slowly, as I reached with my other hand under my thigh until I was touching myself. As I stroked my cock, I rubbed my tight opening, picturing Jacob over me sinking cock into me. I fingered it, one, two, then three, stretching it open. It increased my arousal. This need to get off again. I rolled to my stomach and pumped my cock against the wet ground will finger fucking my ass. I raised my hips giving me a sense I could dig fingers deeper into my hole. I came to my knees, reached between my thighs and stroked my cock. It was too much, fingers working my ass and my other hand stroking my cock, faster and faster, until I turned my head down, forehead on the wet ground, and worked my hips back and forth. It gave the false impression of a fuck, and I went with it, letting my arousal increase until I pushed myself over the edge. I came again, cock flexing within my tight fist with every ejaculation as I felt my hole spasm around my fingers. My whole body was focused on nothing but my release.

Then I was spent. Truly spent, cock quickly going flaccid.

I rolled to a sitting position and looked at my clean 4-Runner, then around the yard, suddenly remembering I was visible to the road. If someone had driven by, they could have seen me, naked and wet and pleasuring myself. I laughed, then climbed to my feet, grabbed up my wet things and headed to the house to shut off the water and get cleaned up.

 

 

I stood in front of the mirror in mom and dad’s bedroom. It was the only one I could see myself in from head to foot. My hair was still damp, a tousled mess, and I ran a hand through it thinking it looked like some model’s hair in a magazine. Then I looked at myself, really looked.

Ellis Rayford Stevens, five foot ten and a half inches tall, one hundred and forty-seven pounds, and eighteen. A teenager who wanted to think of himself as a man. And queer. Full spectrum gay. No interest in the opposite sex in a sexual manner. And on the night of my high school prom, alone. A loneliness, I felt most of the time. An outsider in my own community, even amongst my friends.

I continued looking at my reflection. Gave measure to aspects of myself I had done ever since the fourth grade, when Mark Roberts derisively called me an Injun. I knew as soon as he said it, it was a nasty thing to say. Mom was part Native American, and she had told me traits of that heritage would reveal themselves in different children. My older brother, now living below Red Level had dad’s characteristics and none that spoke of a Native American heritage. But I had more of mom’s genes, those that gave me dark brown hair and the skin tone to match. My eyes were dark brown, so dark you couldn’t see the pupils within the irises. I ran a hand down my smooth chest looking at my hairless arms and chest. I looked at my cock, how it was the same skin tone, framed by the small fan of pubic hair over it. I saw my masculine nature, the cock, nuts hanging long in the sac, the body frame, the Adam’s apple prominent in my neck I considered too long. I swallowed and watched it move up and down. Then I moved away from that mirror.

 

 

I was in the family room, nothing on but my worst pair of gym shorts. The old cotton things were thread bare, so worn that they felt softer against my skin. Mom had threatened to throw them out. But when I felt a bit rebellious, more queer than usual, they made me feel sexy. To be aware of my cock barely concealed within them. I lay on the sofa and looked down my body. The smooth chest, flat stomach, and bulging cotton shorts, then my long lean legs, as smooth as the rest of me. I could increase my horniness so easily. Just a touch or simple manipulation or the slipping down of the shorts. To get naked again. That is all it would take, and I would get hard again.

I glanced out the window realizing it was dark. This time of year, it was after eight before it got dark. The prom would be in full swing. Jacob and Shelley would no doubt be posing for a photograph, then dancing together. I turned back to the television and found the program about the gay teenager. I had never dared to watch it with my parents around, but over time I had managed an episode here and there, and now I was binge watching the last three.

A knock at the back door, and I sat up looking across the kitchen toward the door to the mudroom, as if I could see the back door. Another knock, a bit more persistent. I looked down at my dress, or lack thereof, and wondered if I should run upstairs to my room to at least put on a T-shirt.

“Ellis, come on, I know you’re in there,” Jacob called out, voice muffled from the door and distance.

“Jacob?” I whispered, wondering what he was up to, to be at the back door instead of the prom.

I eased off the sofa and walked across the room and into the mudroom. I left the light off knowing Jacob would only see my silhouette through the window. I opened the door and was surprised to see Jacob in his tux, the garish blue thing he had rented at the last minute.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I was at the prom…but…Shelley’s nice and all…but…”

He was stammering, not making any sense.

“Jacob?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you here?”

He looked at me, smiled, one that was weak and sad and something else I couldn’t put my finger on. He looked down breaking our eye contact.

“I’m sorry.”

It was all he said, but I knew what it meant. I reached out and took him by the hand and led him into the house. He let me guide him into the family room and to the sofa. He sat, stiff and looking uncomfortable. I eased down next to him. I saw the look, eyes that looked at me, at my bare torso then down to those shorts, bulging with my cock.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered.

“You really hurt me the way you avoided me and-“

“I know,” he exclaimed, then repeated in a low voice. “I know.”

“Are you here to tell me you want us to be friends again. To go back to the way, it was before we…”

Now I was stammering like a goddamn fool.

“Before we had sex,” I finally stated.

“No,” he whispered.

No? Then what did he want, I wondered as we sat there, with him going silent and I not sure what to say.

“What do you want?” I asked after one of the longest minutes of my life.

“I…”

Jesus, just say it, I wanted to yell.

“I want you. I want to be with you, but I’m not sure how that will work around here,” he finally replied, the words just spilling out of him.

“People only need to know what we want to tell them,” I replied.

He looked at me and smiled. Then I felt his hand on my bare leg, just below the cotton shorts.

“I thought about what we did and how it made me feel. It felt…so right,” he whispered. “I want to be with you.”

The hand slipped up my leg, fingers working below the cotton shorts until touching my loose sac. I saw his eyebrows rise in a surprised arc, then he smiled.

“Nasty fuck, you don’t have on underwear,” he said as that hand moved further up the leg of the shorts until he was toying with my cock.

“I didn’t think…fuck…” I stammered, then leaned to him bringing out lips together.

Suddenly he was manhandling me, pushing me back on the sofa, roughly tugging the shorts down my legs, then tossing them across the room. I was naked, getting hard, and he lay on me. It was arousing how he is fully dressed, with me naked beneath him. He pumped his body against mine, he touched me with lips and fingers, as he slips to the floor. He kissed my right nipple, tongued it, then nipped the hardening nub. I moan and push upward increasing the feel of this contact. As he kissed my chest, manipulated nipples, a hand slid down my stomach and fondled my cock. Fingers toy with the head, stroke along the hardening shaft, then manipulate nuts in their loose sac. I watched him, how me moved over me; how he touched me. I watched him stroke my cock, while holding it straight up. I watched him move his mouth to the head, then sink it down over my cock. I gasped and laid still, fighting the urge to shove upward.

I ran my right hand through his hair feeling the motion of his head. The up and down that I feel through my cock.

He sucked until I want to cum. I pushed him off, for it was too soon.

“Stand up,” I commanded, an urgency in my voice.

He stood by the sofa, and I got up on my knees and kissed him, then I undressed him. The clip-on bow tie, the jacket, then the shirt. I touched his bare chest, kissed the sternum, then the left nipple. I tongued it until it is hard, then I nip it. He shivered and cried out. I slipped his belt free and undo the pants. He helped me, kicking off his shoes, working the pants off, then I’m reaching for the boxers.

“Let me,” I whispered.

I kissed the front of the boxers where the head of his cock is pushing outward. I kissed along its length, tongued the head through the cotton boxers until they were wet and nearly transparent. I saw it, and now I’m going to have it, as I tugged the boxers down slowly until it pops out free. As boxers dropped to his ankles, my lips captured the head and I pushed forward.

“Fuck,” he uttered as I bury my nose in his pubic hair.

I sucked him until he is rocking on his feet, and his hips are working up to that primitive rhythm of a fuck. I held his cock on my tongue and let him move freely, fucking my mouth. It slid over my tongue, then pushed against one cheek or the other, and the head slipped into my throat cutting off my air. I stroked my own cock while taking him.

He held my head while working his cock. I sensed it, how he lost his rhythm, until he is pushing harder, faster. Then my mouth filled with cum as he cried out and shuddered with release.

I laid back on the sofa and saw him stroke that wet, still very hard cock. I put one foot on the back of the sofa and rest the other close to my ass, knee up and angled out. I spread myself open for him. I stroked my own cock, then touched my opening as he watched.

“Jacob.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t make me beg.”

He moved down between my legs and I felt that wet cock pushing against me. I laid back and relaxed. He penetrated me and I clutched at the seat cushion. He slowly sank into my hole, inch after inch. I felt the fullness of his penetration. His cock inside me, connecting us.

“Fuck…fuck me,” I uttered.

And I felt him move inside me. A tug outward, then another push inward. He built up a rhythm, sank deeper and deeper into my hole, until he is pressing against my ass with every push. As he fucked, his body revealed his exertion. The muscle strained at the skin, the sweat beaded up on it, and his labored breathing mixed with profane utterances.

Then he is on his knees, cock bobbing hard between us.

“Roll over,” he asked.

As soon as I got on my knees, and facing away from him, a hand pressed between my shoulder blades, pushing me over the arm of the sofa. He penetrated me again, sinking all the way inside me. His hips pressed against my ass and try to push deeper, then he is fucking me. Hands held my hips as cock worked my hole. It is a much faster pace, one that rocked me, made my own cock swing heavily between my thighs until it is rock hard again and hovering just below my stomach. It smacked my stomach as he hammered my hole. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the room, and I hear myself beg him to fuck me harder.

He slammed into my depths, hips against my ass, shuddering and pushing to get deeper. He cried out and I knew he was coming inside me.

Once again, he manhandled me, turned me around until I’m sitting down, cock sticking straight up. He pulled me forward until my ass is near the edge of the seat cushion, then he shocked me. He moved over my lap, and I locked eyes with him to see if he was serious. We stare at each other, he with a grin, as I felt him hold my cock and move down to it. I felt his tight ass as it stretched over the head of my cock making me moan. I felt the tightness slid down my cock then the weight of him in my lap. His cock is still hard, and it left a wet trail down my stomach.  

I took his cock and toyed with it as he moved up and down. His tight ass stroked my cock and I shivered with the feel of it, making me struggle with the desire to shove upward, to just bury myself inside him. He moved faster and I held tight to the edge of the seat cushion as his cock drug up and down my chest. Every touch is sexual, every gasp for breath and utterance reinforcing it.

He sweated profusely and gasped for breath. His fuck slowed and I knew he was near exhaustion. I sat up, bearhugged him, and rolled him to his back. I got between his legs and buried cock back into his ass.

“Do it. Do it, Ellis, fuck me. Fuck me,” he uttered.

I watched his head roll back and eyes close. Then I fucked. I fucked until I am gasping for breath. My body felt feverish, burning hot. Sweat trickled down my face, chest, and back. Every contact between us was slick and hot and arousing. I found myself upright holding the right leg behind the knee and the left pushed against the back of the sofa. I pushed the right leg down until it is tight to his chest, and I fucked, fucked hard, driving into his depths. The sofa began to squeak and rock beneath us, and the room seemed to shrink.

I couldn’t hold back. I shoved into his depths and shuddered with release. I felt every ejaculation, every flex of my cock as it shot wad after wad until I am spent.

 

 

I wake first, sunlight streaming in around the blinds. I glanced at my watch, seeing it is not even 8 o’clock. Snuggled up to my back, I felt the soft snoring and even breathing. The arm around my chest tightened pulling us together.

“Not yet. Let’s stay like this for a little longer,” Jacob whispered.

“Mom and dad will be back before lunch, so we can’t stay in bed all morning.”

“Okay,” he whispered, and I know he has fallen back asleep.

I laid there thinking of last night. How he came to me, showed up at the back door looking so forlorn and lost. Then there was the sex. In the family room, the shower, then in my bed. The sex that continued until we were so exhausted and spent that sleep overtook us quickly. I wondered what was next. How we would go forward. I saw us just living together, never confessing shit to anyone, letting them guess and spread rumor and gossip. Then I saw us living openly, telling everyone and anyone who asked or would listen, letting the chips fall where they may. I wondered how my folks would take it, knowing I needed to call that brother of mine first. What about his folks, and I pictured his mother, a librarian who worked over in Andalusia, wondering if her love of reading would make her more accepting. Our dads were farmers, men who toiled the earth and lived on the land. Some would call them simple men, but I knew the lie of that impression. I knew how dad often said, ‘live and let live’ and I wondered if he would hold that belief when faced with his youngest son begin gay. I thought he would do so.

There was a lot out there to face. But with someone standing by my side, then we’d face it. Together. 

Well I had again found myself in a little legal trouble so I had to head to court for an appearance before the judge.  I decided that morning that I would probably be going to jail for a while so I was just going to take a taxi to the courthouse some 10 miles from my residence.  I had just a few dollars left to my name.  I arrived at the court house did what I needed to do and was informed either I paid a fine within 30 days or I would have to serve 90 days.  I left the court house with just about $5.00 left to my name.  It was a very hot June afternoon in the south so I started out walking back home.  I was of course wearing dress shoes and they were killing my feet.  I eventually made it to a convenient store where I stopped off to get something to drink before I proceeded on the who knows how long walk on home.  I would walk for a few and then find some where to take a rest.  I stopped once at the railroad tracks and set on an electric supply box just off the road.  After having a few sips of my drink it went back in the bag and I proceeded to walk further up the road.

I had been walking for probably 45 minutes to an hour when I noticed the gold Chevrolet pass by me and kind of slow down a bit then drive on.  I really didn’t think too much about it.  A few moments later this young African American guy pulled up beside me in the same car asking me would I like to have a ride?  I explained oh yes thank you so much I am burning up out here.  I explained what had happened and that unfortunately I wouldn’t be able to give him any money but that I was only about 7 or 8 miles up the road.  I then told me that it wasn’t a problem to get in.  He had a fishing pole in the back and told me that he had been out looking for a place to fish did I know of anywhere.  I explained not really but I thought he might be able to fish at the county reservoir.  We talked for a few moments while he was driving.  I noticed he was wearing a white wife beater and a pair of black nylon material shorts. 

Then just out of the blue he asked me you are gay correct?  I nervously answered yes I am.  I was getting a little nervous at this time had he picked me up to take me somewhere and beat me up who knew.  He wasn’t a huge guy I was much bigger then him but not being one to fight who knows.  He then started to talk about first one thing and then another.  Then he explained that he was always nervous about the size of his cock and would I look at it then tell him what I thought.  I was like sure of course I will.  While still driving down that back road he just reached down and slid his cock out of the leg of his shorts.  He was pretty thick and was about 8.5 long.  I exclaimed dude there is nothing wrong with that at all.  I asked him could I touch it he was like sure.  I reached over under his arm and proceeded to grasp his chocolate meat with my hand and stroke him a few times.  I then told him dude you have a very nice cock there is nothing wrong with it.  He then stated that he has always wanted to have another give him head and was I willing to suck him.  I was like sure I would love to I just don’t know where we could go.  We then drove further up the road going past the road I lived on looking for a place to pull over.  We found what appeared to be a vacant lot. He pulled in drove back a little ways so no one could see us from the road and all of a sudden an old man appeared out of nowhere so we left.  We drove back down the road a piece till we found this area where you could pull off on the side of the road and we went out into the woods. 

I followed him into the woods till we could no longer see the road or his car he turned around and pulled down his shorts now fully hard as a rock.  I got on my knees in front of him grasping his cock with my hand as I slowly approached it with baited breath.  I licked the tip of his cock and you would have thought I put electricity to it the way he jumped I then started to slowly suck and lick his straight penis.  I started taking more and more of his shaft in my mouth till I was down to the base of it.  He was now resting down in my throat and moaning like he had never had head before.  I would take his cock in and out of my mouth deep throating it from time to time.  All of sudden I could feel him tensing up and I knew what was about to happen.  He then told me he was fixing to cum I pulled my lips off his cock and jacked it a few times and he shot his load all over the tree stump.  He then peed and cleaned up a bit we went back to his car he then took me home.  I wish I could have run into him again he was lots of fun.

Night train to the Hill Station

I settled myself in first class compartment and thought I was to be alone, but then suddenly as the train began to move, the door was flung open suddenly, and a youngish bespectacled man jumped in.

It was the Padre, Father Fury, the Anglican priest. I had seen him on the platform surrounded by a group of parishioners. His face was red, and he was puffing.

I helped me into the carriage.

Thank you Major Cockburn, I am much obliged. I was detained there on the platform by the Chair of the Women’s Hall Committee who had important news for me. Or so she said, he smiled gently.

I saw now that there were two cases already in the rack above my head.

We knew one another well enough to know our names, but only a little and I had barely paid much attention to him, not being an Anglican churchgoer myself. Few of the men were churchgoers either, so I had seen him at funerals mostly, occasionally at a wedding or hurried christening.

He now sat back opposite me and wiped his sweaty brow and then his spectacles. For the first time I saw his face without the lenses and was surprised to register that he was in fact a good-looking man, probably younger than me.

The journey overnight was a long one and as he ruefully commented, we were together for the duration. He looked around at the empty seats, and I knew that, like me, he was hoping the compartment would not fill up.

The heat was considerable still and as we pulled out of the station and the rails began to climb, the inevitable rain came on, and the whole view disappeared in a mass of mist as if curtains had been drawn on the landscape.

We chatted amiably enough and learned the reasons for our travel and the length of our stays at the hill station.

I casually asked about his domestic arrangements, although I knew that well enough, and he said he had not been blessed in that area. He was a bachelor.

And so am I, I responded, with a shy smile.

He acknowledged this with a nod.

Do you find life here lonely, Major, he asked, with an open face.

Before I could reply, he added

But of course you have the men, Major.

I had to stop a grin from splitting my face, and when I recovered, answered soberly

Oh yes, Padre Fury, I have the men.

The compartment, with its windows flung open, was getting cooler, which was one of the principal reasons for taking the night express, rather than the baking heat of the day.

The train made stops on the climb up to the hills and on the platforms there was sufficient time to buy food from the stalls. Travellers often ordered this ahead. It was considered quite a treat.

At Kitchener Falls therefore we both collected our tiffin from one of the best stalls on the platform. I noticed the Padre had ordered a great quantity of fruit and a few bottles of minerals, but I had been given a small crate which contained several bottles of Belgian beer and a bottle of local whisky. I had no intention of sleeping that night, and with the spectacular landscape obscure by the darkness, I was very happy to drink. I wondered if the Padre would mind my entertainment or indeed, would he take my hospitality if it was offered?

It was a long night. I will skip most of the travel details and jump to the Major events of interest to an audience of discerning gentlemen.

Some hours into the journey the dawn came up as we approached the villages which fringed the higher hills as we headed up to the peaks where the hill station nestled.

I noted the dawn as I threw my head back and saw the scarlet clouds over the distant mountains. At that moment the good Padre was shooting up my arse, for the second or third time I cannot recall, and I bet he was not counting either.

I was straddling him. My trousers were at my ankles, his were down to his knees and he was fucking me really rather hard as if his life depended on it, which perhaps it did.

Both our shirts were hanging off and we were displaying a great deal of hairy sweaty flesh. He was a veritable Viking in looks, especially without his spectacles, and was covered in rough blond fur from his chin to his groin and thighs.

How on earth you the male reader will wonder did the Padre and the Major get to fuck?

This is how it transpired.

After we had returned to our compartment with our tiffin at Kitchener Falls, we both set to it with some appetite. We shared the dishes as our food orders were different – he did not have the delightful hot pickles which I favoured, and his curries seemed to be bland recipes, smacking of the nursery.

My bowls were filled with aromatic chili-spiked stews.

I reached out towards him with a spoonful.

Here Father, try this, I ventured, it will warm your cockles.

His tongue came out as I held the spoon, and he swallowed, looked startled, then smiled.

Indeed Major, you are correct, that is in indeed a most colourful and savoury flavour.

Then his large pink tongue appeared and licked the red juice on the spoon I still held.

He nodded.

Thank you Major, you have introduced me to a new experience.

Perhaps, I countered, I could introduce you to more – and I held out one of my bottles of beer.

They have been keeping them on ice for us. Here Padre – please take one.

(Afterwards no doubt the Padre blamed the beer for what transpired, never mind the hot peppers)

He paused for a second, then smiled shyly, and took the bottle.

Just the one, Major, then. Just the one, to show willing.

If I had been counting the beer as well as the ejaculating I would know how many he knocked back. Four bottles perhaps, and half a bottle of what passed for Scotch.

He was an eager eater, tearing into his red curry, so eager that it dripped from his spoon and the scarlet and orange juices lodged in his blond beard.

I reached over with my handkerchief and wiped the stain. He let me do it.

Oh Major, you have stained your handkerchief. I fear that will never come out, It will be quite spoiled.

I shrugged.

Better on my handkerchief than on your dog collar or your vest Padre.

He smiled. How kind and attentive you are Major.

I noticed his bottle was well down and suggested he knock that one back and I would replace it.

The heat indeed was prodigious, and I asked if I might undo my collar.

He readily agreed and encouraged me to do so.

Major, make yourself comfortable. Unbutton your shirt if you need to. Do not stand on formality. I will not be shocked. It is night-time after all, we should be in bed by now.

Shall I drop my trousers too, then, for I am mighty hot and sweaty down that way.

I paused. He paused and looked at me.

I laughed loud.

I jest Padre, never fear, I will remain decent.

That of course turned out to be quite inaccurate. I knocked another bottle cap off my beer and with my eyes fixed on the Padre’s rather fine blue eyes, I took a deep draught.

He laughed too, perhaps a little too loudly.

I got up to use the lavatory at the end of the corridor, which was rudimentary but efficient. If one was tall enough one could avoid the pan, lower the window and piss into the mountains. God help children and midgets.

I felt the chill hair on my cock. It was a long long piss. On the way back I met the steward, an Indian, and gave him a tip of some considerable weight, asking him to leave us alone in the compartment. There was another stop coming up and we were lucky to be alone in our seats up to that time.

The steward nodded his head and when I was back in my seat opposite the Padre, he reappeared, stuck a reserved sticker on the glass, pulled down the blinds, and smiled shyly at me.

I returned his smile with some authority as befitted  Major in the army of the Empire.

The train is quiet, commented the Padre. I had heard it got very busy before we hit the hills.

I nodded thoughtfully.

Yes, I rather thought it would have been packed with sweaty Germans, even Belgians. And who wants to share with them? Forgive me Padre.

He shook his head, good naturedly.

I cannot condone that comment Major – but all the same there is perhaps some truth in what you say.

A smile played around his lips, which were I noted, rather pink.

When we came to our next stop the platform seemed crowded – and it was with bulky German traders.

The Padre made a face and then caught me watching and burst out laughing too.

There was Teutonic noise in the corridor outside our compartment, but still we were left alone. After that stop the railway climbed high quite rapidly and had to take on water half way up, in a great chasm.

There was plenty of time to drink beer and now whisky on this part of the journey. Our conversation had become personal. The Padre clearly acquired much gossip as part of his duties and told me one or two amusing tales, some of which was about people I knew or at least recognised in the society of the place.

Then once he let slip about that particular house on the outskirts of town where Miss Munday was employed.

How on earth did a Padre know about a brothel?

I was drunk enough not to make any comment and he was drunk enough apparently not to care that he had mentioned it.

When we got to the lofty peak where the train took on the water we decided to leave the compartment, there was plenty of time and the train would not leave without us, and we took a stroll in the steamy dark night air.

The Padre made his apologies and said he had to answer a call of nature. He strolled to the end of the platform where the bush started and I could hear the drumming of his considerable urinating on some shiny leafed shrub.

With no more ado I joined him there.

Padre, do you mind, I asked.

Be my guest Major, he replied, and I saw his piss flow ever more strongly into the leaves.

I unbuckled and whipped out my own equipment, which in truth was quite solid from all that beer and the occasional lustful thought of the Padre.

For a while we seemed to be in competition with our pissing, sending arcs up and into the greenery. He stopped before me but stayed there and while I made a show of tucking away my willie I caught him looking. As you know I had nothing to be ashamed of in the downstairs department. I paused and let him see the long thick thing while I shook some drops out of the knob. I caught a glance of his too, long and white and with a thick furry covering it seemed to me in the poor light.

Gents! Gents! Came some shouted voices.

Yes indeed, said the Padre, we are caught in the Gents, the Major and I, are n’t we, and chuckled

There were boys on the platform selling some sort of local drink which they called whisky – made they said from pineapple. The Padre said he would try it and I followed his lead after we had supervised the cleaning of the glass, which we shared.

I will take the risk with your diseases Padre, I jested.

And I yours Major, which I fear is more likely, he countered.

We agreed it did not taste of pineapple but whatever it tasted of it was certainly strong and made us both wince once the initial sweet taste was gone. All the same we took a second nip and I purchased the not quite clean flask on offer for not quite the asking price.

Gents will have good night together, saluted the boy.

The Padre accepted a smoke as we strolled up and down the platform and regretted the view was lost at that hour.

The Padre took a deep draw of the cigar and I realised he was an experienced smoker. No coughing amateur.

And then out of nowhere he remarked

They say, don’t they Major, that pineapple makes the sperms especially sweet? Is that your experience?

I was a little taken aback. I had heard that too and had a little experience of the facts, but was not sure how to respond. That halfcaste in Rosa Munday’s whorehouse had the sweetest spunk I had ever tasted on my tongue and he believed that was due to his diet of fruit. But he said passion fruit.

I laughed mildly.

Well then Padre, we are assured of being sweet together.

I held up the flask and waved it, and he laughed too.

He was ahead of me as we climbed back aboard. For a second he lost his footing on the step and I reached out to save him, felt his warmth against me. I was in no hurry to let go. I could feel his behind pressing into my groin. No doubt he could feel that I was not exactly limp in that region.

I softly kissed the back of his bristly shaved neck and he made no comment or protest. Perhaps he had not noticed the tickle of my moustaches. I released him as my sudden erection threatened my flies and his buttocks.

When we were back in the compartment and he faced me, he smiled, and yawned.

There’s still a long night ahead Major, he remarked. Shall we turn in soon?

Or shall we simply sit up and drink and see what transpires before the dawn comes up?

I uncorked that flask of pineapple liqueur and held it out to him.

He knocked it back and licked his lips.

I am curious Major. You avoided answering me just now when I spoke of the sweetness of sperms.

I always believe Major that actions speak louder than words. Do you not think so?

His eyes widened.

Major, you do not mean what I am thinking do you?

Padre, that depends rather what you are thinking.

Major, I am not thinking at all.

In that case Padre, who knows what may happen. Fortune favours the bold.

I crossed the small space that separated us. I bent down. I took the Padre in my arms. Our mouths met. His lips opened. My tongue penetrated between his teeth. I felt his tongue in turn respond.

Dear Lord, murmured the Padre, dear Lord forgive me for what I am about to do.

As he murmured those sacred words my hand went down between his legs. There was no escaping it now.

The Padre was, bless me father, very well endowed, and at this particular moment his cook was standing hard between his legs. I could not ignore it, and I did not intend to, instead, with no further add do, I grasped it in my calloused fist.

Major, he murmured, oh Major what are you doing ?

This, Padre, this is exactly what I am doing.

And I bent down between his legs, pulled apart his buttons, reached in to his white underdrawers and pulled out his vigorous and strong erection.

Lord Major oh Major breathed The Padre what is it you are doing?

This Padre, is what I am doing

I bent down into his lap opened my mouth wide and with one swift action swallowed the swollen purple knob atop his hard stiff member.

The Padre shouted out aloud.

Oh Major, Major what are you doing in Christ’s name. I was unable to reply as my mouth was so full of his manhood but I would have replied that there was no need whatsoever for blasphemy.

The Padre continued to murmur and mumble and to call out Major oh Major what is it you are doing.

By that type I think it was obvious just what I was doing. I was sucking him and tasting him and licking him and by the sound of the sounds of the noises he was making he was very pleased to have my attention. The evidence was there soon enough.

With one almighty shout from that poor man of God my mouth was full of the Padre’s hot hot spunk.

It was unusually thick and I wondered if it had been fermenting in his balls for a long long time, anxious to be released. For all the world it reminded me of a good rice pudding, fresh out of the oven.

I was trying so hard to swallow it that I was unable to decide if it was sweet like pineapple or not but it was certainly boiling hot and jelly like and the quantity that the Padre shot down my throat and filled my mouth and cheeks was absolutely prodigious. I was choking and I continued to choke as he continued to shoot down my throat.

All of this was accompanied by squeals from the Padre, very much at odds from his Viking appearance.

I do believe he had never ejaculated like that in his life. Certainly never in the way he was doing at that very moment, exploding into my mouth. I felt his hands on my head pushing me down so there was no escape from the swallowing. I thought I might expire with the force and the gush of it.

At last it seemed as if the flood was waning. Very slowly the gushing began to stop a little and so it became simply a stream of hot white creamy seed that was coming out of him, merely dribbling out of the juicy slit at the top of his knob.

At last I pulled myself away from his knob head and sat on the compartment floor looking up at the Padre’s red but ecstatic face. He was still standing to attention out of his flies but now the monstrous virile member was dripping its steady constant flow. It was still coming out of him and now it was running down the column length of him. And it was making a mess on his good travelling trousers before it hit the wooden floor where it puddled.

I coughed a little like a recovering invalid as his semen ran down to settle in my stomach. Then I wiped my moustaches and beard which I found where thickened and matted with the hot and recent semen of the temporarily exhausted Padre.

From the look of his face he appeared to have reached a personal State of Grace.

I was of course still fucking excited. And I can tell you that my under drawers were strained to the absolute maximum. I had had a vigorous erection for most of the journey of course, but it was not until I had followed him back into the carriage and with the lightest of touches had kissed the back of his neck with the bristles were that I had honestly determined to have the Padre right there and then.

He did not put up a fight.

I pulled down his trousers, then I pulled down his drawers, gingerly easing them over his tender and weeping but strident cock.

Then I stood in front of him, and pulled down my own trousers and drawers in one go, so he would see what he was about to get without any further ado.

Oh no Major, he whimpered, I cannot. I will not able to do that. It is far too big.

I did not believe his protestations or reluctance and said so.

Try, Padre, I replied, try. And to be fair, he was a game Padre, he tried.

I was down his mouth in a second, filling him up, so he chocked and gasped, and made a noise like he was about to expire.

When I had had enough of that I pushed him back down on the moquette seating, spread his hairy thighs wide, and with little or no mercy, save for a couple of palmfuls of good fresh spit to which he willingly contributed, I speared him right and proper with my long thick shaft.

The Padre bellowed, but to his credit, he did not squirm or try to get out of my control, but he took it like an obedient man and servant and took it again and again, till the look on his face was positively angelic. He closed his eyes as I fucked him and his fair lashes trembled on his scarlet cheekbones.

I was so ready for it, so worked up that it did not take me long to pump him properly to the very climax of things, and with some very un-Christian oaths, letting it fly out of me and right up him in the wet dark of his arse. When it had the opportunity to run and drip out of his hole the evidence was messy and considerable. I had clearly had a desperate need to let lose all of that spunk, now fulfilled.

But I was not yet sated, however much I had spunked for the time being.

Give me it Padre, give me it now, I cried.

I straddled him, grasped his blond thighs, and lowered myself down his very wet and very hard cock. Oh the joy for us both. I let the Padre get the hang of it and he took to it like a duck to water, learning early on that he need not lose his load all of a sudden in the first seconds, and that he should hold on for the mutual benefit of us both.

And then he straddled me in turn and took me again, and I returned the favour, and turned him over and took him as the locals called it, monkey style, on his front, kneeling. He held on to the window frame as I fucked him on the sticky floor.

He was letting a final load rocket out of him as I have previously related when the dawn began to come up over the mountains, and if we cared to we could see natives starting their long hard days in the villages dotted along the railway tracks.

We pulled ourselves apart reluctantly, a mass of matted rough hair and drying seed, and began to rectify the undressing and the covering of the bare skin.

Have I mentioned that he was a true Viking all over,  a very hirsute blond man, and that his cock stood up out of a mass of it. I had not seen him flaccid, but had to assume that his member was quite lost in the thicket when in an unaroused state. I had I was glad to say only seen him in an aroused state.

As he buttoned up his shirt I noticed how his chest and stomach hair was covered in the load I had most recently spent all over him. Later I noticed the spunk caught in his beard and reached over to flick it away.

His dog collar, having been discarded early in the business, was, I am glad to say, spotless.

Padre, may I suggest a bath at the mission house?

When we arrived at the station there was a welcoming party waiting for him, orphans with a banner, and some hard faced spinsters.

Ah me, said the Padre, here is my company for the holidays. It is unlikely I think that any of those ladies will be familiar with the smell or the sight of sperms. I think I may escape censure till I get to my bath.

How I wish Padre I could share that bath with you.

Perhaps there is a way, he said. Surely you will be free to dine, though I suspect the mission house may hold few charms for you.

The Club then perhaps might be more convenient – and accommodating?

Indeed. And will I see you at church. I am to preach a sermon tomorrow , it is a great honour.

I fear I would be unable to concentrate and be thinking only have more mortal subjects, though it is my belief that the divine can be found in the cock you have hidden in your vestments. It certainly brought me to ecstasy so many times quite recently.

Hush Major, I must compose myself. Do not tempt me.

Get thee behind me is it then, Padre? I’d get behind you this very minute, and not stop either …

Oh how delightful, he said, but that was when the orphans handed over a little posy of flowers as he stepped on to the platform.

See you in church Major, he said with a smile, before he gave himself to the pack of well-wishers.

I did indeed see him in church on Sunday, my first visit to a religious house for pleasure shall we say for some considerable time.

I was well bathed and fragrant, my uniform steamed and pressed, my undergarments and socks laundered. I was in fact the very model of a modern Major on leave in the mountains.

I also had a very healthy erection in my drawers which should no sign of diminishing even as the hymns and the readings droned on – the Padre himself looked quite golden in his pulpit in the Sunday morning light. I could see his blue eyes across the pews. He looked as if butter would not melt in his mouth, far less my spunk be swallowed.

I had been invited to luncheon at the mission house, a long affair punctuated with several courses and more readings. One or two of the local boys were muscular and attractive, but I was seated far from the Padre, and it all seemed interminable. I had no idea how our next congress was to be achieved.

At last as the heat rose outside and in the meal came to its conclusion with another prayer.

I heard the Padre announce he would retire to his rooms for a siesta and that he had an appointment to speak to the Major about a matter of mutual interest which he would discuss on his way.

He lifted his head and nodded at me. We got to his rooms at quite a trot. The sturdy lock and bolt did their duty behind us and we both raced to get our clothes off.

In a second we both stood by the muslin curtains of the narrow bed, quite naked, and proudly aroused. As we clasped one another our hot hairy bodies pressed against one another, our male members squeezed between us. The Padre was dripping already, shiny strings oozing from his knob. In deference to that I let him fuck me first, my thighs spread wide, his eyes close shut as he pounded me. He tried not to shout and thus alarm the servants but very soon his thrusts grew even more urgent and with a whispered curse word he filled me up. I felt his spunk shoot and shoot again.

Then I put him on his front and took him in turn while he bit the pillow and his arse was in the air, the recipient of all my force and my first load.

I pulled out with an effort, letting my fresh spunk flow out after, and we clasped one another tight on top of the covers of the single bed, and kissed a little, till to our shame for wasting precious time together, we both nodded off, and our willies shrank away to nothing.

Much later it must have been I woke with a violent start. There was knocking at the door. As I came to I remembered that the door was indeed locked. No helpful and attentive servant might come in.

Jesus Christ! With that unlikely oath, the Padre jumped up at the same time, stark naked of course, and I was not surprised but also not pleased to see sporting a healthy length of afternoon wood. Quickly he wound a bath towel around his waist and ran to the door.

Yes, he asked, through the barrier, his voice sharper than I was accustomed.

A servant voice answered.

Padre, the christening service is in 20 minutes. I thought you would want reminding sir.

Thanks you Emmanuel. I will be ready shortly. I have been studying.

Yes sir, came the reply, and we could hear the soft bare feet on the corridor.

I lay back on the cot, spread my arms, and yawned. I wiped the sleep from my eyes.

What’s this about a christening I said.

The Padre mentioned the name of the child and who the parents were, adding I should come along.

I will, I replied, but will you christen me first?

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, just as my prick soared to its full height down below.

The Padre dropped his towel and climbed on top of me, his cock sticking into my face.

You mean this sort of christening do you?

Indeed I do – as hot and wet as you can manage Padre.

He began to tug at my cock, which was leaking already, and responded manfully to his fingers.

He worked on himself at a pace, letting the tip of my tongue tickle the knob, and so with little more than ten minutes to the christening, there were two more explosions. The rest and the snooze must have done us good, filling our manly cisterns, for we summoned some considerable reserves of semen, and shot them almost as far as we had when we desperate for congress at the start of the intimate session.

As my stomach was laid over with my mess, he exploded over my face, making a real stew of my beard. Some of the mess made it to my forehead, and he made the sign of the cross there with his forefinger, a proper unholy christening indeed.

I tutted at the sacrilege as I licked the semen off my lips and swallowed it.

Then he jumped off me sending spunk drops flying all over the place and made the best of it with the jug and ewer till his hairiness was well sodden with good clean water and the bay rum disguised the pungent odour of grown healthy men climaxing enthusiastically.

Fifteen minutes later he was at his duties, and I came into the back of the church late but in time to see the pretty squalling baby anointed in the traditional way.

My business in the hills was sorted quite quickly and the Padre and I agreed that we might take a lodge for a day or two together. Neither of us were hunting men, but we could say we were going to hunt. In fact we intended to fuck energetically and I definitely intended to drink as well and to persuade the good Padre to join heartily in that activity too.

At the end of our two days further up in the hills the Padre was limping, he had been fucked so hard, and to be sure tho I was well-broken in that department, I was not much better.

We had told the servants we were involved in a religious retreat which would involve the casting out of devils and therefore they should not be alarmed by strange noises or shouting. Keep away I cautioned them, and leave the meals on the step.

There was a well-built lad with skin like ebony who brought us tea in the mornings. Once I foolishly opened the door with sweat on my forehead and my chest bare and my nipple hairs clotted with the Padre’s drying spunk.

The boy nodded seriously then had the audacity to wink, so perhaps we were fooling nobody. Or perhaps all the gents who came up the mountain locked themselves away to do that sort of business and he often earned a coin or two for his discretion – or the rental of his sexual parts.

One evening after sundown when the good Padre had his full and luscious lips wrapped around my knob, there came a sudden knocking at the door.

Padre, Padre, came an excited voice . There is a telegram for you!

 

Fortunately we had been so carried away by our mutual desires that we were still more or less fully dressed only our shirts had been ripped open exposing our under shirts.

 

The Padre got up from his knees dusted them and wiped his mouth. Then he went to answer the door, looking as respectable as ever. I hastily composed myself and tucked my swollen and expectant member into my flies.

At the door was the young man Samuel who looked after the bungalows at the Hill station. In his hand was the telegram .

The Padre opened it immediately and I saw his face fall as he read the few words. He looked up and smiled at Samuel . Thank you Samuel for running up the Hill with this I will have to leave first thing in the morning can you collect my bags I will have to catch the train back to town.

I saw him reach into his pocket and press a small coin into Samuel’s hand. Samuel smiled his handsome grin and nodded goodnight father he said goodnight Major he added and looked over at me and nodded.

Not for the first time I felt that the handsome and muscular Samuel was winking at me, or rather wanted to wink at me.

When Samuel had gone from the door the Padre came back to me , looking somewhat dismayed.  

Well Major, he sighed, I will have to leave at first light tomorrow morning. All we can do I suppose is have one damn good screw to last us for a bit.

And so that is exactly what we did. We had a damn good screw, and not just one, several, and they were all flipping memorable.

Our alarm clock was set well in advance the next morning. In the pitch black of the night I rolled over and fucked the good Padre and then he returned the favour like a good Christian.

I waved him off in his rickshaw, asking him to take my best wishes to the Chair of the Women’s Hall Committee.

Samuel had joined me at the gate to wave him off.

As we turned back to the bungalow I felt the light touch of his dark hand on my arm.

Poor Major, you will be missing the good Padre now. Here am I, Samuel, to be at your beck and call. I have been at the beck and call of many gentlemen, including the clergy and the military.

I felt a distinct stirring in my regulation roomy drawers.

He stood at my door and smiled shyly. He looked as if butter would not melt in his mouth. I thought it was more likely that butter would melt up his arse. And soon.

And Samuel winked.