It was a normal hot summer in 2003. There wasn’t any internet or major distractions like today. We had video games but we mostly played outside until it got dark. I have a twin brother, Derek  and two older sisters. My sisters were always involved in cheer, gymnastics and dance, so they were always busy. We were both in wrestling and martial arts but were home more than the girls. My parents were entrepreneurs and gone a lot too. So that left most of the chores at home to my brother and I. 

Laundry was the biggest chore and we hated it. We were washing clothes in the basement everyday . We goofed around like boys do, throwing clothes at each other and wrestling around. 
As we folded our sisters clothes, I made a comment about how slutty our sisters dress and how it’s ok for a girl to show her stomach and every curve of their bodies and expect us not to stare at them. My brother laughed and said, “do you stare at our sisters?” Feeling embarrassed, I hesitated and said, “tell me you haven’t?”  Derek looked confused and realized that he does look at our sisters that way. Breaking the silence, I said, “don’t worry it will be our little secret!” We continued folding their clothes in silence. I could feel the sexual tension in the air as we delicately folded their soft silk panties. I knew I had a boner that I was trying to hide. Derek leaned over to grab more clothes and I could see his boner pressed up against his mesh shorts. He caught me looking and I didn’t know what to say, so I looked away.

We finished up and carried the clothes upstairs, I suddenly couldn’t stop staring at my brother’s butt walking in front of me, the way his shorts barely stayed on the small of his back and slid down a little as he walked. I had to bite my lips, as he looked back and asked if I was feeling ok! I quickly answered yes and ducked into my sister’s room to put her clothes away. I suddenly, found myself daydreaming about what it would feel like to put her clothes on. I battled with my thoughts while I finished up.

I told Derek, I was going to take a shower. Thinking it would get my mind of my thoughts but boy was I wrong. As I undressed in front of the mirror, I just stood there admiring myself and slowly touching myself but I was thinking of my brother. I tried to stop and looked away and saw the dirty clothes basket and we forgot to check it. My mind raced as I realized it was all my sisters clothes. As pulled them out to look at them. I placed them against my body to see what it would look like. There was a purple crop top than my oldest sister liked to wear with her low rise jeans. Every boy would stare at her in that, even me. I slid her pants on as they barely cover my ass and put the top on.

I felt so sexy and couldn’t stop looking in the mirror at myself. I found a few pairs of their panties and they had small white spots in the crotch, it didn’t take long to realize what it was. I placed them to my nose and sniffed as I touched myself. I could smell sweet pussy and cum. I finally got in the shower but kept a pair of panties on my hand as I masturbated in the shower. The smell had me so curious that when I came in my hand I tasted my cum and ended up swallowing all of it. I just stood there trying to catch my breath. At that moment, I knew I couldn’t stop myself for pursuing pleasure once I’ve made up my mind. 

EPILOGUE

COLLEGE FOOTBALL STAR CONFESSES TO DATE-RAPING DOZENS;

SENDS SHOCKWAVES THROUGHOUT THE NCAA WORLD

On May 2nd the NCAA franchise was rocked to its foundations when Carmelo Johnson, star QB of the Berkeley Grizzlies 2018 football team, held a press conference where he confessed to having raped over fifty of Berkeley’s female students by slipping them drugs so potent that they remembered mostly none of the crime the next morning.  He also issued a general apology to each woman, the names of which would be only revealed to each woman personally, for the sake of their privacy.  To the further shock of Berekeley campus and residents, once the apology was issued, he stepped off the podium into the waiting arms of LAPD, whom his publicists had contacted beforehand so that he could publicly turn himself in after the confession.  Future updates will be provided when new information surfaces.

(excerpt taken from The LA Times, first print-date Friday, May 18, 2018)

* * * * *

(TV clip, first aired on the WETV cable network, Friday, May 25, 7:30 pm EST)

‘Tonight, on E News:  the Hill family scandal that rocked the hills of Seattle..!  And the will reading that started it all!!!’

‘Good evening, and welcome to E News; I’m Holly Rivera.  On our top story, scandal and intrigue rocks the foundations of the famous Hill family once again…!  Fallout from the late Governor Hill’s will reading is sending shockwaves throughout the celebrity community.  Rumors are flying of gunfire, kidnapping, people walled in, and sex scandals that involve such celebrities as supermodel Jacqueline, Oscar-Winner Karl Khronic, and NBA AllStar Marcus James.  There was even a rumor that surfaced that a previously unkown member of the Hill family stole the entire family fortune- lock, stock and barrel; but we will only focus on those rumors we can substantiate.’

‘For example, we can verify that Governor Joe Hill did leave a video-will, which caused several dramatic episodes at the family ancestral mansion, Crimson Crest, located deep within the oldest and most affluent part of the Bolo Grounds.  Sources have attempting to verify the rumor that there was a whisper of one of the Hill family members, previously given up at birth and presumed dead, was actually shut up in the West wing of the manor, living as a hermit away from the world and the other Hill family members, appearing during the reading of the video-will to claim his share of the inheritance.  As soon as we can get a name, we will reveal it right here on E News..!’

‘Also, we can verify that Animal Control was dispatched the next morning to collect the remains of Marquis Hill’s pet lion, who apparently died from a gunshot right to the heart.  Investigators are following up on this.’

‘And we can also verify two other important clues:   First, Wall Street suffered a huge loss just around the same time it was reported that the Hill family fortune was removed completely from the seven World Banks.  Stocks fluctuated wildly, and it almost seemed like a complete collapse of the global economy- until Wall Street suddenly became stable again, shooting up to the levels they were normally; which, again, happened around the same time it was reported that the Hill family fortune was returned back to the World Banks.  Coincidence..?  We think not.’

‘The second clue we can verify is that this morning at least five members of the Hill family were rushed to Seattle Grace hospital, for reasons we were banned from learning when we tried to get inside the Emergency Room.  What revelation in Joe Hill’s video will could have possibly sparked such a wild reaction?’

‘One further clue:  All the various accusations and wild stories seem to revolve around or involve Jake Re’Vanche, 19 year old son of the Paris supermodel Jacqueline.   What his connection is to the Hill family, or even to the worst of the rumors and speculations surrounding the events of the 48 hours preceding the reading of the will at Crimson Crest, we can only speculate on ourselves.  We do know he is a student at UC Berkeley, the same university where Marquis Hill and his entourage attend.  Our sources have determined that Jake has been seen on campus with Marquis, which shows that there is a connection, however vague.  We will keep you filled with juicy updates should our sources be able to verify any of the other outrageous stories out of Seattle.’

‘On our next top story…’

* * * * *

RAPE VICTIMS STORM TRIAL FOR DATE-RAPE QB

TO PLEAD FOR LENIENCY

In a surprise turn, fifty women named in the Berkeley date-rape trial of Carmelo Johnson marched on the courthouse where the trial was being held, giving a signed petition to the judge to release Johnson on his own recognizance; the argument being that none of the girls could possibly press charges against someone who gave each one of them “the best sex they ever had”.  Though appalled by this turn of events, the judge did take this unusual request into consideration and at the sentencing dropped the incarceration term to time served, plus an additional year in WA State Penitentiary, with the eligibility for parole in six months for good behavior.  Johnson’s law team had no comment.

(News follow-up-  excerpt taken from The LA Times, first print-date Wednesday, May 30, 2018)

* * * * *

6 MONTHS LATER…

“Everything is set, ma’am.  All the settings are in place, and everything from the soup course to the desserts are ready and waiting for your word.”

“Thank you.  Now I want this dinner to go off splendidly, so no one makes a move outside of the script, got it..?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Regine, don’t you think you’re just a bit over the top about this dinner?” Claire wondered as the maid Regine just chastised went scurrying off.

“Well, you’re Chatelaine of Crimson Crest, so make it happen, or I’ll demote you,” Regine growled.

Claire stared at Regine, one eyebrow arched.

Regine suddenly shook her head.  “I’m out of control, aren’t I…?” she asked sheepishly.

“You always did get nervous before a party,” Claire reminded her; “I remember that all the way back in high school.”

“Oh yeah, senior year, when you transferred over to our high school and took my boyfriend away from me,” Regine growled.

Claire replied clinically, “First of all, Danny was your best friend with benefits, not your boyfriend.  Secondly, if he was your man he forgot that soon as he saw me.”

“Bitch,” Regine pouted with a smirk.

“Thirdly, you didn’t give a shit then, so why do you give a shit now?”

“Forgive me; I’m hot-flashing,” Regine replied, fanning her face with her hand.

“Then go eat some ice cream or go get your electric toy- the one with Lionel’s picture taped to it,” Claire said wryly.

“How do you know I want to be involved with Lionel…?” Regine asked, open-mouthed.

“I’m Chatelaine of Crimson Crest,” Claire reminded her with a grin; “I know everything that goes on here, even what might be about to start going on here too.  Now Lionel is worth the wait, however; a great fuck. Remember I once left my husband for that dick.  Funny though,” she said then, “I still have a clean bill of health.  I wonder just when Lionel contracted AIDS..?”

“Yeah, that puzzled me too,” Regine replied.  “I finally convinced him to get fully tested.  He went to pick up the results today at Seattle Grace.  Whatever it is he’s got, we’ll work with it.”

* * * * *

An hour later, Regine stood next to Ray on the grand stairs, while Claire waited in the front foyer, her hand on the Eustacheon knob of the front door, holding it wide open as the guests began to arrive.  Regine had put the word out that this was a black and white affair, which meant that everyone was to dress in black or white.  Regine wore a Breakfast at Tiffany’s style black cocktail dress, with white arm-gloves, while Ray wore a standard black tuxedo.  Claire wore a white silk jacket with a black blouse and a white chiffon floor-length wrap-around.  All the servants wore their finest livery and waited patiently as the first of the limos began to arrive.  

First to enter the foyer was Trey and Danny, both holding champagne bottles and dressed in simple black tuxedos.  “Good afternoon,” Claire said, hugging and kissing them both.  “Please give the gifts to the maids standing thus,” she indicated to the row of servants who waited.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” Trey said to Regine, shaking Ray’s hand.

“We’re going to be receiving the guests in Joe’s den,” she replied; “right this way..?”  And she took Ray’s arm and headed off, Danny and Trey following.

Claire smiled after them, then she heard another set of limo doors close.  Opening the door again, she found Malik and Lamar, who held Jamara in his arms.  Malik was dressed in a all-white tuxedo with his customary grey-blue shades.  Lamar was dressed in all-black for his tuxedo, and 

Jamara had on a white lace dress which made her look like she was attending her own Communion.

Claire hugged them all. “How are you feeling,” she asked Lamar.

“Just fine, Ma,” Lamar replied, beating on his chest.  “The transplant took, and I’m back to being as active as I always was.”

“He’s been picking up Jamara so much, I swear she may forget how to walk,” Malik observed with a smile.

Ma, just so I know that you know how the word is used, what does Chatelaine mean..?

“It’s French,” Claire replied loftily, “and it is the term given to a female manager of an overly large house, mansion or chateau- palace, if you will,” she added, folding her arms confidently.

“Just making sure you knew what it meant,” Lamar replied just as loftily; the two laughed.

“Where’s the nanny?” Claire wondered, looking around.

“Sophie went back to England for the holiday,” Lamar replied; “to see her folks.”

They headed for the den as behind them strode Marquis and Carmen.  Marquis, always imitating of Malik’s taste, was also dressed in an all-white tuxedo.  Carmen was also dressed in an all-white shimmer-gown, all aglow with her pregnant pouch- which only enhanced her dress instead of making her look out of shape.

“You guys look great,” Claire said, hugging her godson and Carmen as well.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” Marquis said, kissing Claire.

“How are you,” Claire asked Carmen.

“On top of the world,” Carmen replied with a happy contentment.

Next came Kap with Angelina, with Kap’s mother Cheyenne rounding the back.  Kap had opted to wear all black, and his fiancée also dressed in an all-black gown with spaghetti straps.  She was just as stunning in her pregnancy as Carmen, just as beautiful in her dress.  Cheyenne had allowed her son to buy her the fantastic ball gown she wore, black on top with ruffled sleeves, with a trailing white hoop dress.

“You three are stunning,” Claire said impressively, hugging Kap and kissing Angelina.

“Thank you,” Cheyenne said, clearly still not used to such opulence.

The group headed for the den, but before Claire could close the door, she turned and saw RahRah standing there with Marcus, both with champagne bottles in their arms.  Behind Marcus were a couple Claire already knew to be his parents, Jared and Maire James.  All three men wore black tuxedoes, and Marcus’s mother wore a black and white polka-dotted gown- it was almost too unsettling to look at directly.

Claire hugged RahRah. “Happy Thanksgiving, and welcome to Crimson Crest,” she said to Marcus and his parents, shaking all their hands.

“Thank you very much,” Mrs. James replied; “and the same to you.”

“We’re being received in Joe’s den down the hall,” Claire said to RahRah.

“I’ll show them the way,” he replied.  He and Marcus gave their gifts to the servants, then RahRah showed the James family down the hallway.

Claire had just closed the door when she heard once again the sound of closing car doors.  Reopening the front door, she was greeted by Danielle and Tyra, with Ranell rounding off the group.  The twins were exquisite in their matching white cocktail outfits and slingback stilettos, and Ranell wore a traditional white ball gown with a black lace sash draping it.

“Girls,” Claire gushed, “you two are visions in double!  And Ranell,” she smiled, “if your brother could only see you now.”

“Yes,” Ranell agreed, “and if Joe was here, I’d have a few choice words for him.”

“Wouldn’t we all,” Claire laughed, showing the girls down the hall to the den.

* * * * *

Fifteen minutes later, Joe’s den was filled with chattering dinner guests, all dressed to the nines.  “Everyone looks so beautiful,” Carmen said in awe.

“We Hills know how to clean up,” Marquis grinned.

“Where’s your mom,” Kap asked Marquis.

“Well, she decided to take her sister Jackie to their parents house for Thanksgiving,” Marquis confessed.

“Wow,” said Danielle and Tyra together.  Kap, Angelina and Carmen all wore raised eyebrows.

“I hear this is the first time since she was a kid that they’ve even seen her,” Marquis added conspiratorily.

“Do we wanna be flies on that wall,” Tyra asked with a shudder.

“I don’t think so,” Angelina replied, rubbing on her stomach.  “Kap, tell your son to stop kicking me- we’re about to eat..!”

“He gets like that when he gets hungry,” Kap explained to the group.  He leaned down and put his hand to Angelina’s stomach.  “Hey fella, give us another few minutes, why don’t you…?”

“Hey,” Angelina said then with a smile, “he’s stopped kicking me; he already listens to his daddy. Thanks, baby,” she said, leaning forward to kiss Kap.

“Funny thing,” Carmen mused, “my boy doesn’t act like that at all, he’s so well-behaved.”

“Sure, rub it in,” Angelina said, rubbing her stomach again.

* * * * *

Just as everyone was getting acquainted with everyone else in the den, Lionel came in, the expression on his face indistinguishable.  He had already dressed before he left for the hospital, and was dapper in a white tux jacket with tails, white tie and black slacks. 

Danny came over to his brother.  “Hey, you look great.  I heard you had to go to the hospital; everything okay?”

“You look dapper as well, little brother,” Lionel replied with a smile.  “Regine had been trying to get me to go check myself out since Joe’s will reading,” he confessed, “so I finally broke down-”

“Now that you’re considering taking up with the mistress of Crimson Crest, huh?” Danny asked wisely.  “I’m a Detective, remember,” he added after noticing his brother’s look of surprise.

Lionel blushed.  “We’ve been spending a lot of time together.  I do like her a lot, and I’ve always been bisexual, I guess… right now, I give her good company, and she’s good for me, too. And she knows I like to double-dip- and she’s okay with that, as long as I keep on top of my medical issues.”

“Have you been taking any meds or gotten on the protocol drugs..?”

“But that’s the thing,” Lionel replied with a frown; “I feel fine.  I’m not catching colds I can’t get rid of; nothing’s wrong with me, even at my great age.”

“So what did the doctor say?”  Danny asked.

“He gave me all the tests.  I went down to Seattle Grace earlier to get the results…” He patted a manila envelope he was holding.

“Well, what are they…?” Danny asked.

Trey, Ray, Claire and Regine came over to them as Lionel held up a piece of paper.  “Joe got it wrong,” he said then; “the doctors re-ran the tess and everything.”  He faced Regine.  “I don’t have AIDS, I don’t even have HIV.  I’m negative.”

The group gasped.  Regine took the paper and studied it, looking again at Lionel.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I don’t know how Joe got that so wrong,” Lionel frowned again.

“Joe must have been the ol dog, the rolling stone,” Regine snorted; “he caught it from someone else.”

“And took it all out on you; that dirty shrew,” Trey added with a growl.  “We still owe him to dig up his body and drop it in the nearest dump.”

Danny turned around to look at Ray.  “Wait a moment… you remember Potters, the lab tech at WolfRam &Hart- the one who ran all the DNA tests for Joe..?”

“The one who was always trying to flirt with you?” Ray asked.

“One and the same,” Danny replied.  “I heard that he suddenly caught sick and died last month.  Pneumonia,” he added morbidly.

“AIDS-related..?” Trey asked.

“He dropped too fast… had to be,” said Danny speculatively. “And I know for a fact that Potters and Joe used to run fuck-trains together- maybe they started fucking each other after all.”

“I think the hidden piece of the puzzle just surfaced,” Ray added then.  “Poor Potters.”

“Well at least you can say you have a clean bill of health,” Regine added, sounding relieved.

“Not to let anyone know my business, but I was wondering why I never caught anything, as much as I slept with Lionel,” Claire added.  “Makes sense now.”

“TMI,” Danny grumbled as Trey chuckled, kissing Danny on the cheek.

“Well, you can go upstairs and get ready now, Regine,” Claire said with a leer; “now that Lionel can take his place in the master bedroom…!” she added with a wink at Lionel.

“You know, I liked you better as Stella the maid; at least she kept her damn mouth shut,” Regine said with a scowl at Claire, who laughed.  Lionel smirked, receiving a smack on the arm from Regine. 

“Whats all this…?” Danny asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Claire, please ring the dinner bell,” Regine said then loftily, looping her arm in Lionel’s and striding off.

* * * * *

The five-piece orchestra was playing light classical music to provide an elegant background motif as the dinner guests filed in and sat down at the dining table in the Great Hall.  Crimson Crest pulled out its best and finest; the table was covered in 18th century lace and the cutlery and flatware was made of 24 carat gold; the goblets and water glasses were cut from Sworosky crystal and the plates were bone china rimmed in 24 carat gold.  The candelabras glowed with white pewter candles which made everything shimmer, down to the Sterling silver gravy boats and butter dishes.  Even the napkins were of 30 thread-count, embossed with the Hill Family Crest.  Everyone complimented Regine on the outstanding décor, to which she continually blushed.

Ray pulled Trey back before he went inside the Great Hall after the others.  Crooking his finger, he walked over to the other side of the wall, Trey following.  “Shhhh.  I got the DNA results back,” he said as Trey approached.

“So, what is it?  Are you Jamara’s father?” Trey asked, eyebrows up.

“Let’s just say that they won’t have to look too far if the kid needs an organ or something,” Ray said, his meaning implicit.

Trey’s mouth grew wide with happy surprise.  “Wow… I have a niece.  Are you going to tell anyone?”

“No… and neither are you. Especially you can’t tell Danny,” Ray added intently.

“But- but I don’t keep anything from Danny,” Trey said with a frown.

Ray leaned in for emphasis.  “Check this:  Danny is Marquis’s godfather; Marquis is Kap’s best friend, and his lover to boot.  You think they would keep this from him, and not tell him that the baby sitting down the row from his seat is actually his little sister…?  And if Kap tells his mom… I damn near burst a vein trying to keep her from feeling guilty about the baby she gave up.  I don’t want my child getting all confused for no reason.”

“But-”

Yet Ray hand a finger now pointed into Trey’s startled face.  “You owe me, Trey.  I didn’t fight you over Danny, I stepped aside when I should’ve bust yo ass over it.  And you asked me point blank if we had a chance to be brothers… well, I got you better- this is twin shit.  Your loyalty is to ME right now, kapech??”

“Well, if you put it that way…” Trey said, shugging his shoulders in mock defeat.  “I’ll give you my silence as proof of my loyalty.  One thing, though…” he added.

“Eh?”

Trey put his hand around his twin brother’s shoulders.  “You can’t bust my ass.  I’ll have to unhappily put you in the hospital if you even think about trying something like that.”

“Not even on your best day, hombre,” Ray smiled pleasantly, patting Trey on the head as they went into the Great Hall, the last to sit down at the table.

* * * * *

The first course, Shark-Fin soup, was brought to the tables by servants wearing the finest livery.  “Have you ever tried Shark-Fin soup before..?” whispered Kap to Marquis.

“No, but my aunt wants this dinner to be upscale,” Marquis whispered back; “just go with it.”

Kap tasted the soup.  “What, this tastes like tunafish stew,” he blurted out.

Marquis, Carmen and Angelina heard; they burst out in giggles- which they tried to stifle when they saw the anxious look on Regine’s face.  They all began to quietly eat their soup.

“So did you hear..?” Tyra spoke up then.

“What happened, is this Berkeley news?” Angelina asked.

“Yup- turns out that Necie broke up with Melo when he turned himself in,” Danielle said with a sly look at her friends.

“Whoa..!  She didnt wanna stick by her man, huh?” Carmen said with a giggle.

“No, that wasn’t why she did it…!” Tyra replied with a mysterious grin.

“Well, get on with it, cousin..!” Marquis said, all ready to laugh.

The twins leaned into the others.  “Well- it turns out that she was hot-fire mad, not because of his confession of all the date-raping, but because he told her point-blank that she wasn’t date-raped; he got with her on a real level.  She dumped him on the spot,” Danielle said.

“Why would she do that?” Kap asked.

Tyra’s eyes sparkled with mirth.  “She felt left out.  And according to her, no one makes her feel like a fifth-wheel.  So she left him.”

The group laughed and laughed.  “I cant believe your friend is that much of a dunce-bunny..?” Angelina groaned with chuckles.

“It gets better…” Tyra nodded.

“No, I cant take anymore..!” Kap said, mouth full of laughter.

But Danielle held up one hand.  “It turns out, that she found someone who lent her a shoulder to cry on.  They’ve been seeing each other ever since…”

“And who would this jerk be..?” Angelina asked, wide-eyed.

Tyra could barely get it out.  “Lets just say that his shoulders were healed enough to be able to hold Necie now….”  The twins let the clue sink in.

“HOOCH???” exclaimed Kap, Marquis, Angelina and Carmen together.

“One and the same,” the twins replied in unison.

“OH MY GOD…!!” shrieked Kap, Marquis, Angelina and Carmen- who were all suddenly shushed from all sides from frowning adults.

They calmed down, and leaned towards each other once again.  “I wonder if Melo knows about this,” Kap said absently, not noticing Marquis’s slight frown at his mention of the name.

Angelina shook her head.  “He’s probably too busy trying to strangle himself, trying to get away from Jake.  You know Jake’s trying to tag along with Melo to save his sorry ass from the shower gangs….”

“I heard they wound up in the same cell,” Carmen replied.

“Wow, for real- hey, wait a minute; my dad told me he’s getting out this morning, and he said his cell-mate was getting out today too!  He’s bringing him to dinner!!!” Marquis said with a sickened expression on his face.

Kap turned to Marquis, horror in his face.  “Jake is bringing Melo to dinner..?  TONIGHT???”

“Don’t say it- just don’t say it,” Marquis said, dabbing his napkin in his water glass and touching his face.

Carmen, however, was frowning.  “Well, hear me out… jail changes a man.  And they were in there together for almost six months, in the same cell… don’t you think maybe that…?”

Just then, the dinner bell rang a second time.  Suddenly the servants were taking away the soup dishes and replacing them with the second course- Summer Bean and Roasted Tomato salad.

“Not bad,” Kap said to Marquis, tasting the salad.  “Anyway- no, Carmen.  I don’t believe they would wind up together.  If Jake even tried to push up on him, Melo would’ve finished what Marquis started and strangled Jake to death.”

“Not if he’s Jake’s guest… and lo and behold- here comes Jakey..!” Tyra announced.

The doors to the Great Hall were opened by servants, but instead of the next course, to the surprise of all, Jake Re’Vanche Hill- for that is who he was now- walked into the Great Hall.  He was dressed in a black suit, cream silk shirt and red silk tie.  This outfit seemed to be his special pleasure.

He was also walking into the Great Hall hand in hand… with Carmelo Johnson.

Six sets of mouths dropped in shock as Melo and Jake, both grinning, came to the dinner table.  Melo was dressed in a red silk shirt which stretched across his bulging biceps, and sported cream colored slacks and matching shoes.  It was obvious to everyone that even though they were not prepared for the black-and-white dinner, they had matched colors for the event.

“Good evening, everyone,” Jake proclaimed with a smile.  “Happy Thanksgiving to you all..!”

“Happy Thanksgiving,” most of those seated replied back.  RahRah got up and came over to them, pulling Jake into a hug.  “Welcome, son,” he said then. 

“Happy Holidays, everyone,” Melo added, looking around at everyone- and then becoming startled as he saw his parents get up and come over to him, his mother reaching him first with a great hug.  “My baby-boy!  Are you okay?  I was so worried…”

“Son,” Mr. James said, grabbing him and pulling him into another hug, “I’m so proud of you for taking your lumps.  Now they can’t demean your name.”

“I’m afraid they can still do that, Dad,” Melo said with a small smile; “Here, I would like you to meet Jake Hill.  He was my cellmate in prison.”

“Yes, you are just as handsome as all the rest of your family,” Mrs. James said, taking Jake’s hand and shaking it.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Jake replied with a smile.  “You are even more beautiful than I’ve been told.”

Mrs. James let out a titter, blushing.

“How about a hug for your big bro?”  Marcus asked, grinning as he came over to embrace Melo.

“Good to see you, Marcus,” Melo said, patting his brother on the back.

“It’s so great to see the whole family together,” gushed Mrs. James as she placed one hand on each of her sons, “and in such an elegant place..!”

Meanwhile, Jake was being introduced to Mr. James.  “Ive heard a lot about you,” Mr. James said, extending his hand formally.

“I can explain-” Jake began, eyes wide.

Mr. James laughed.  “No, it’s been all good, my boy, all good.  I trust you’ve also learned the error of your ways?”

“Yessir,” Jake replied.

“Then you take care,” Mr. James said then with a firm handshake and a smile.

“I will, sir,” Jake promised.

Just then the dinner bell rang a third time.  Regine was standing, clearing her throat.  She seemed a bit flustered that the dinner was not going at the pace she’d hoped.  “If we could all take our seats, the servants can start bringing out the main course,” she said a little nervously.

“Of course, we apologize,” Mr. James replied then, herding everyone to the table.  Meanwhile, Jake and Melo selected two as yet unused seats side by side, and Melo stepped forward.  Without realizing what he was doing, he had pulled out the seat next to his for Jake to sit first, as if this was a practiced habit.  This, of course, spoke volumes to their relationship.

Before anyone could say another word, the servants began taking away the salad dishes and and bringing out the main course- two turkeys, one baked and dripping in its own juices, and one fried, still sizzling to the naked eye.  And there were platters of steak and roast beef, Barbeque, and fried chicken by the bushel.  There was Pasta Primavera and also two types of Lasagna, and baked Macaroni and Cheese.  There were seven kinds of vegetable platters, sugar beets, baked biscuits, croissants and cornbread, mashed potatoes and three types of gravies, sweet potatoes, canided yams with marshmallow dressing, five kinds of rice.  Everything smelled so mouth-watering and over-powering, it made anyone want to dive headfirst into the table.  And every few yards stood two champagne bottles and two pitchers of sweet tea and a pitcher of ice water.  Everyone gasped by the sheer overwhelming amount of food that stretched the yards-long table.

“All right, we can talk and give thanks later,” Regine said aloud; “dig in, people!!!”

“We’re so happy to be here with our families,” Jake smiled, “isn’t that right, baby?”

“You’re so right, my love,” Melo grinned, leaning over to shove his tongue down Jake’s throat right there at the table.  Jake grabbed the back of Melo’s neck and responded in kind, the two of them slobbering down.  Eyes widened in surprise from all over the table.

“I guess that solves the mystery of Jake’s sexuality,” RahRah replied archly, cutting into his slice of steak.  Please pass the peas…?” he asked aloud.

* * * * *

It was twenty minutes into the meal.  

“You know, your grandma Rena, she loved Thanksgiving Day,” RahRah sighed to Jake; “I wish you had known her.”

“So do I,” Marquis replied coldly.

RahRah held up a placatory hand to Marquis.  “She really wasn’t a bad person, and I still blame myself what happened to her.”

“What’s all this?” Jake asked, curious.

RahRah sighed once again, and filled Jake in on the circumstances that led to her death.  Afterwards Jake sat back in his chair, with a stunned look on his face.  “Wow.  I never knew… and my Grandfather Trey has her heart now..?” he asked, looking over at the man, who was currently engrossed in conversation with Danny.

Before waiting for an answer Jake got up and went over to Trey, excused himself, and knelt down next to him, putting his arms around him and kissing his cheek.  “When I embrace you, I’m also getting the chance to embrace a part of my gramdma too,” Jake smiled at Trey, a tear trickling down his eye.

“That’s very good of you to say, Jake,” Trey said, ruffling Jake on the top of the head, his eyes shining with tears. “She led a tragic life, but I am grateful she was there for me in the way she could be.”

RahRah’s eyes also filled with emotion.  Marquis snorted and rolled his eyes.

“What was that..?” RahRah asked Marquis.

“Nothing, Dad.”

“Hey Marquis, can I talk to you for a moment…?” Jake asked aloud, standing to his feet.

The crowd went silent.  Every eye turned towards Marquis as he studied Jake for a moment, and seemed to decide.  “Sure, Jake.”  He stood and followed his brother out of the Great Hall.

“Should I go with them?  They won’t fight if they’re standing over the baby,” Carmen worried.

“I-I’m sure they can handle themselves as gentlemen,” RahRah replied hesitantly.

“I think someone should go with them; Kap?” Angelina turned towards her boyfriend.

Kap, however, was staring balefully at Melo, who suddenly turned towards him.  “Can I talk to you for a moment, please…?” Kap asked, getting to his feet.

Melo frowned curiously.  Then he got to his feet as well.  “Sure thing.  Excuse us.”  And with that the two men left out of a different doorway.

Everyone stared after them as they vanished.  “What the…” Angelina said, frowning after them.

“That aint good, I’m telling yall; that aint good…” Tyra said, reaching for the bowl of macaroni and cheese.

* * * * *

Melo followed Kap out of the Great Hall and down a ways to a more secluded section of the mansion.  Kap turned to face Melo, only to be greeted with courteous-ness.  “How’ve you been, Kap?” Melo asked with a quiet smile..

But Kap launched right into it.  “What the hell is this?”

“What do you mean?” Melo asked, his smile faltering.

Kap spat, “Dude, you only went to prison to prove to me you were worthy, and you make me wear your chain, and then you come back from prison on the arm of my worst enemy…?”

Melo held up a hand, backing away.  “Now, you hold up, Kap- you made it perfectly clear that you didn’t want anything to do with me..!”

“Well, of course I did, Kap stammered, but since when do you hear what I say..?”

“When did you write me in prison?  When did you come see me..?” Melo asked pointedly.

“Now you know I wasn’t coming to see you up there,” Kap replied; “that wouldn’t have looked right; I’m with Marquis.”

“You know when I realized you and I never had a chance..?” Melo looked at Kap with disgust.  “When Hooch came up to see me.  Hooch, who I don’t give a shit about.  You know he’s with Necie now..?”

“I heard,” Kap scoffed.

“The point is,” Melo went on, “he knew I didn’t care about him and he came to see me anyway.  Necie, as mad as she was with me for all the girls, wrote me.  And the only one I waited to hear from, to see… the one who I wanted to give my heart to… I heard nothing from.  I even wrote you, and you never got back to me.”

Kap looked away, uneasily.

“Even Jake was getting letters from people,” Melo said with narrowed eyes.  “Which showed me that you chose Marquis, which in my opinion was the safe choice.  You weren’t ready for a nigga like me, the one that could make you feel ten times the way Marquis makes you feel.”

Kap turned back to Melo to dispute his last statement, but the look on the man’s face kept his mouth shut.

“So I backed off,” Melo continued, “and Jake was there, offering me a shoulder to cry on.”

“So he seduced you…?” Kap frowned skeptically.

Melo shook his head.  “No, it wasn’t like that.  At first we hated each other; but since Jake was the only person I knew up there, we joined forces to stay safe in prison.  We were already cell-mates, so we pretended to be together to keep everyone else away. Well, after spending so much time, forced together, pretending to be in love, well… one thing led to another, and what was once pretense became truth.  Now I can’t see my life without him.  And he’s not the person he was six months ago… he only wants to belong, to be loved.  And I can give him that; I can love him with a passion that most people will never know,” he added pointedly.

Ouch, Kap said inwardly; aloud he asked, “What about his mother?  Will she have a problem with you dating her son?

“Jacqueline has nothing to do with this,” Melo declared.  “Jake keeps her in line; she won’t complain about me again.”

Kap snorted.

“And by the way, I NEVER made you wear my chain.  I asked you to hold onto it for me until I could come back for it,” Melo reminded him.

“I’ll have it sent to you, now that you’re out,” Kap said.

“I’ll ask my brother to get it from you.”  He checked his watch then.  “We’ve been gone for a while.  Look, I apologize for all the things I did to you, and I went to prison to pay some of that debt.  I’m not here to make trouble, and maybe one day we can actually be the friends you wanted us to be in the beginning.  But right now, I just want to spend Thanksgiving with my baby and my family.  Excuse me.”  And Melo inclined his head respectfully, turned tail and headed back to the Great Hall.

Kap stared after the retreating man, somewhat unsure how to react.  “Guess I just got told,” he murmured to himself as he started back to the dinner table.

* * * * *

Jake led Marquis down the hallway to Joe’s den, and they both went inside.  Jake went over by the desk to stare at the life-sized portrait of J. Mayson Hill.

Marquis came over to stand behind him.  “How can I help you, Jake…?”

Jake reached into his jacket pocket, and turned to face Marquis, holding out a small gift box in silver wrapping.  He took a deep breath.  “This is for your little boy.”

Marquis hesitated, and then reached out to take the box.  “You can open it now,” Jake added then, nervously.

Marquis unwrapped the box and opened it, looking inside.  “A silver spoon..?”

Jake nodded.  “It’s pure Sterling, with a baby blessing engraved on the handle.  They’re all the rage in Paris… and there’s one more thing.  Please bring it in now,” he said aloud.

Four of Crimson Crest’s male servants brought in a large crate they all carried, which they deposited in front of Marquis.  As they left, Marquis began to hear a sort of growly-squeal which sounded so familiar to him… the crate had been pre-opened, and all he had to do was to pull up the top…

Inside the crate, amongst some straw and other padding, lay a white furry baby thing which was currently sleeping.  Its baby snores set off bells and whistles for Marquis; he suddenly remembered almost 5 years before, when he opened up a similar package- “Oh my god…” he replied in awe.

Jake nodded, smiling nervously.  “It’s a white baby lion cub, not even 6 months old.  He’s to grow up with your son… the way you had Leo.”

Marquis looked at Jake, startled.  “Ive been looking everywhere- do you know how hard it is to find one?  A fully white coat, without a blemish…”

Jake laughed.  “Yes, it’s extremely difficult to find; I had my people search the seven continents.”

Marquis reached into the crate with trembling fingers, touching the soft fur and the little body.  The baby cub in its sleep reached out and began to nibble on Marquis’s finger with its tiny fangs.  It was so much like the way baby Leo used to nibble on his finger that tears sprang to his eyes.  “He looks so much like… its like Leo, reborn..!”

Jake looked downward in shame, tears of his own running down his face.  “There’s no pet on earth that could replace Leo in your heart, but this one is from the same pride-stock, I did find out that much.”

Marquis kept stroking the sleeping cub, lost in its white fur. “Does he have a name yet?”

Jake wiped his face and shook his head.  “No, you guys get to name him and everything.”  He looked again at his brother.  “Will you accept this gift, with my continual apologies for your loss…?”

Marquis looked at Jake, his face indecipherable.  “I never thought I could let go all that you did to me… but for you to do this… for my son… “

“I love my nephew already,” Jake replied honestly; “I just want another chance for us to be brothers, you and me.”

Marquis gave him a reluctant grin.  “You really make it hard to hate you right about now.”  He reached out his hand.  “Thanks for the gift.”

Jake reached for his hand, but then lunged forward and embraced a startled Marquis.  “Thanks for the chance.”

Marquis stiffened, and then relaxed, awkwardly reaching up to patted Jake on the back.  “Happy Thanksgiving… little brother.”

* * * * *

Just around the corner stood RahRah and Carmen, peeking from behind the door.  “You know, I think they’re going to be okay,” RahRah whispered clinically.

Carmen smiled, caressing her pregnant pouch.  “I think so too; no bloodshed.  And Jake gives such nice gifts,” she added, her voice low.

“You don’t seem to be surprised that Jake gave your fiancée a white lion cub for your baby,” RahRah replied with suspicion.  “Why aren’t you more shocked…?”

“Let’s just say that Jake didn’t only write to you during his incarceration,” Carmen whispered with a mysterious smile; “and maybe I gave him some advice… after all, losing Leo devastated 

Marquis; I believe he loved that pet more than me and Kap combined.  Giving him one of Leo’s pride-stock was quite possibly the one gift Jake could give to get back into Marquis’s heart.”

“You’re going to be an amazing daughter-in-law,” RahRah remarked.

Carmen smiled with the dazzling radiance a woman in her second tri-mester naturally gave off.  “Thanks.  Care to bring your grandson back to the dinner table…?” she asked, offering up one arm and caressing her protruding stomach with the other.

“With pleasure, dear lady…” RahRah replied with a grin, taking her offered arm and escorting Carmen down the hallway.

**************************************************************

“I can’t eat another bite,” Ray said, putting down his fork.

“Neither can I, and I’m eating for two,” Carmen groaned happily.

“Attention everyone.”

The group ceased talking once Malik had gotten to his feet, a champagne glass in his hand.  The servants all began pouring glasses for each one, giving non-alcoholic beverages to those underage or with child, of course.

Malik cleared his throat.  “I figure, since my father used to make the Thanksgiving toast, that I should take the reins, and say something before they bring out dessert, and we all get ‘negro-itus’ and can’t hear anything else,” he said to the saound of laughter ringing the room.

“You know, when I was younger I had no idea what the term family meant, because it was just me and my ma,” he said, smiling at Regine.  “And now, I look around this extraordinarily large table and I see not just my ma, but uncles, aunts, cousins, and of course, my own family; Lamar and our beautiful daughter.  And I can’t imagine what life was like without you all.”

“Even me..?” Jake called out, and Marquis reached out to ruffle his hair to tease him.

“Especially you, Jake,” and everyone laughed.  “But that’s what I mean; each one of you brings something to the table, something outrageous, something dramatic, something beautiful, something womderful… and that’s what I’m thankful for this year; I’m thankful for my this group of people right here, the Hill family.  We have struggled, we’ve survived, we’ve faced the worst and celebrated the best- all with the public watching our every move…!  Crazy, isn’t it..?”

The group of dinner guests laughed again.

Malik smiled and went on.  “And now we see evidence that J. Mayson’s legacy did not die, and the next generation of Hills are already coming along.  However we are judged, however we are scrutinized… rightly, wrongly… we are the great and the least, the rich and the poor, the weak and the strong, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, in tragedy and triumph, we are the Hill Family.”  He held up his glass to everyone, who held up theirs to him in turn. Yet his eyes were only on Lamar’s smiling face as he shouted to the rooftop:

“To the Hill Family!!!”

“The Hill Family,” everyone shouted back, and drank their fill as the servants began to bring out the desserts to the sound of the final dinner bell.

FIN

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AFTERWORD

It is with a heavy heart that I announce to you that there will be no Jail’s Bait 6… though some may disagree with this next statement, there really is no more to tell.

I can tell you now that though this is the end of the story of Jail’s Bait, this isn’t the end of the line for the famous/infamous Hill Family, as with any other eclectic group of blood-related people…

I can tell you they will continue to have blue-sky days as well as Greek-tragedy days…

I can tell you that there will be weddings and funerals, births and deaths, loves and hatred, friends and enemies…

…but can I tell you if they lived ‘happily ever after’..?

No.

But they lived…

…. THEY LIVED…!

-D.K.B.

Dani and I met in college. She was outgoing, energetic, spontaneous and carefree. I was fully invested in school and was far more likely to be found in the school’s library on a Friday night than in any of the dozen or so little bars in our college town. We were so different, that had it not been for a mutual friend, we likely would have never met at all.

School ended in May of our sophomore year. Dani and I had become friends, and she talked me into working with her for a small company who ran sightseeing cruises along the coast- evening dinner cruises, dolphin sightings, etc. There were several guys who were captains, two  gorgeous Asian women in charge of food and beverage, and the rest of us were college students in charge of serving meals, making sure patrons had plenty to drink and the boats were cleaned up after each event. It was a fun group. We often hung out together in the evenings after the last cruise of the day. One of the captains had a beach house, and a midnight bonfire on the beach at his place was a common event. 

Dani and I had become close. I sought her out during our after-work get-togethers. She tried her best to draw me out of my shell, and I tried my best to settle her down. While others in our group mixed and matched who they spent time with, Dani and I had become constant. She was gorgeous. Barely five feet tall. Athletic build. Well-tanned. Short black hair and crystal blue eyes. Just like our personalities, her petite frame was in stark contrast to me. I was 6’3 and a former lineman on my high school football team. When we kissed, I often picked her up with one arm and lifted her so our heights matched better.

Midnight was my deadline. Dani begged me to stay and hang out with our friends into the morning hours, but I always declined. I very much looked forward to retreating to my apartment and disengaging from people for a while. 

One stormy July Saturday, all events at work were canceled for the day. This was an unexpected but totally welcome day off. Dani and I immediately made plans to spend the day together…and hopefully the night, too.

The day was perfect. We spent the day at my apartment watching bad movies on cable TV (no streaming services back then!) We had sex on every piece of furniture in my small apartment and experimented with techniques and unconventional methods I hadn’t even known were possible. 

We had thrown a blanket on the floor. The room was dimly lit by two little candles because the raging thunderstorm outside had knocked out the power. It was hot and humid, and that only contributed to the chemistry Dani and I had. 

Dani was riding me cowgirl-style. My large hands struggled to control her ample tits as they bounced in rhythm with her bobbing up and down on my cock. Dani suddenly stopped. The candlelight flickered in her eyes. She bent at the waist, lowered her head and rested her chin on my chest.

“Do you trust me?” Dani asked?

“What?” I stammered, out of breath. “Of course I do. What kind of ques…”

“Adam, do you really trust me?” she asked again.

Her question had an ominous tone. So many different emotions flooded my mind- fear, concern, excitement, pure lust.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

Dani climbed off me and trotted off to the bedroom. She had taken her overnight bag in there when she first got to my place. I heard the big unzip. Then I heard her shuffling through things. It sounded like she was getting dressed. Did I say something wrong? What had happened?

Dani soon returned to the living room. She was dressed in a one piece black leather jumpsuit. It was unzipped well below her tits that were straining mightily against the leather. She wore a black leather collar studded with short silver spikes. Her black leather captain’s hat was cocked to one side. She held her overnight bag in one hand and a thick, black dildo in the other.

I sat up, swallowed hard and simply stared at her. She pointed the dildo at me.

“Last chance,” she said with a sly smile. “Are you sure you trust me?”

This time I couldn’t even whisper. I simply nodded my head affirmatively.

 He Was My First

My name is Kevin, I’m sitting here tonight reflecting back on parts of my life. They say “You never forget your first “, well for me at least, that’s true, and today I’d like to tell you why that’s true for me.                              

His name was Curt, we knew each other since grade school, back then we were friends but not close friends, we knew each other and from group socialization, classes and playground antics. 

 In junior high we drifted further apart as our cliques clashed, his life was steering towards sports, jocks and girls, lots of girls. While mine was more the “nerdy” type and couldn’t get a girl to even look at us. It was just fate the jocks picked on the nerds or should I say bullied us.

 In high school we drew a bit closer together as he was on again, off again, dating my cousin Kelly, so we often managed to be in the same places at the same time, especially at family gatherings, where I was his best choice to socialize, that is other than my cousin. He was developing quite a “bod” as he surpassed puberty, and in our senior year he became first string quarterback for our football team. My cousin was on the cheerleader squad, and me, I was in band and we attended every home game and some nearby away games on Friday nights.

 More about me, it was the 1980’s, I was to a point “out and proud” at least as much as we dared back then, let’s just say I didn’t hide it, and it was assumed without announcing it. My parents always quietly supported me and my antics, we never discussed it, and the kids at school for the most part ignored it, except the “jocks” who managed to work in their jabs here and there. Curt on the other hand walked, or should I say tiptoed around the subject, I assumed because of his on and off relationship with Kelly.

 It was early in high school, that I secretly began fantasizing about the Boys, and even those very bully jocks, and I realize now I really had a crush on Curt going back a lot earlier even back to grade school. 

 At a family summer barbecue at our house, one hot day in late August. It was the summer between eleventh and twelfth grade, Kelly took ill and headed up to my mom and dad’s room to sleep. That kind of left Curt out there by himself or I should say to gravitate toward me. I felt bad for his awkward situation but envied the opportunity to hang with my secret crush. We bonded that day like never before, he was actually a good guy especially when separated from his jockett clique, and I took the chance and opportunity to let him know so. He was apologetic, yet here I was chastising him instead of his friends, for he was the only one who seemed to try to stand up against them, when he could. I detected a sincere quality about him, even as I still verbally attacked his attitude toward his on and off again treatment of Cousin Kelly. I don’t know what I was doing, if nothing else I was giving him grief when I actually was lusting for him. We were sitting off to the side on a garden wall when we seemed to be morphing into filling each other’s lives and filling each other in on what we didn’t know about each other.

 It was then he touched on, and kept returning to the subject, no matter how hard I tried to divert it, about my sexuality. To date I had never officially announced my outing at least officially. He seemed to pry it out of me that day. I almost wanted to leave, but here I was talking to my gorgeous high school hunk of a quarterback crush about sexuality. It somehow made me both hot, bothered and hard, I couldn’t draw myself away. I then lightly and very carefully switched the topic towards him, being very cautious because I really didn’t want to know details about he and my cousin, but I did want to know more about him though.

 We got up and walked back towards the wooded back lot further from the group, as our conversations continued, the woods bordered our property, as we continued to talk, we were both wearing shorts, and it was still very hot. Curt eventually shed his taught tee-shirt as he tucked it into his waistband. I couldn’t help but try to inconspicuously stare at his firm, youthful, smooth, but slightly sweaty sheen that adorned his beautiful tanned skin. We both were sure to notice the slight bulge in our shorts. It was then I became consumed with the fact that Curt might have some kind of attraction to me. I’m also sure by our conversation that he knew my possible desire for him. Now my dilemma, was he prying for info to use against me? No can’t be, I’m sure I saw his bulge, I think he’s into me.

 Just then I slipped and Curt’s hand reached out to catch me as I reached up and grabbed his warm sweaty skin at his waist, as I drew his muscular frame close to my face in my assent back to my feet. He asked if I was ok, as he began brushing the dirt and leaves off my back and sides gradually working his way down to my shorts. He brushed the sides firmly, almost pulling them down off my waist, then he moved to my ass, as I got overly excited as he drew me in closer to him, as he almost lovingly patted my buns. To my surprise he moved away and began brushing the front side of my shorts, my cock bounced as he repeatedly brushed his palms across it. I instinctively arched back and away and he profusely began apologizing realizing he was touching my privates. Now was it on purpose? Was I misreading the situation, and if I wasn’t what about Kelly?

 We gradually headed back to the family, nothing more was said, but in my eyes it didn’t need to be. We sat together and enjoyed the food, fun and games. Kelly feeling no better, she and her parents, my aunt and uncle, decided to leave early. Curt opted to stay longer with me, after securing a ride home with me, as they all came together in the same car. Kelly gave Curt a goodbye hug as she winked at me and threw me a thumbs up, as if to say please take care of Curt for her, I nodded with a smile in return. Curt returned to me and we had an enjoyable rest of the night, and he even helped me and my parents clean up afterwards. 

 Shortly after we headed out to my 79 Chevy Nova and I drove Curt toward his house, but not before we took a detour upon Curt’s insistence, we hit a side dirt road, and he had me put the car in park. Curt proceeded to pull out a gently squashed joint from his wallet. Of course we were 17 and 18 at the time, but it was a family outing today and we were restricted from drinking, he lit it up and passed it to me. Now I never ever tried smoking before and was visibly hesitant about taking it, but you know I did, I just had to. I tried to act big and mature as if it was old hat, but coughed and choked my way through the first puff. Curt just giggled as he reached to take it back for another drag himself, then he scootched closer to me on that bench seat, as he held it to my lips and talked me through it. It didn’t take long for that first joint to hit its mark, as we continued to open up more to one another. Before I knew it he moved his hand to the back of my neck and drew my face into his. My hand reached up between us, as I grabbed his wrist and our heads seemed to naturally shift as he planted a full lip locking kiss on my lips, I immediately took the cue and returned his affectionate kiss. My mind was racing I had no idea what to do, this was all new to me, the emotions, the feelings, and my crush, Curt. My dick was anxiously stirring in my pants as he pulled back from the kiss and said he’s wanted to do that for years now, I was shocked with his admitted revelation, and beside myself with such conflicted thoughts at this point. Me and the star, hot blond, football quarterback. Shit. Kelly. Damn it.

 I dropped Curt at his house and drove, still somewhat high, taking the long way home with my mind racing. A lot of firsts today, my first official coming out to a now friend, my first deliberate “pat down”, my first high, my first kiss, ever, and yet to come, my first conflict with my cousin who I deeply love and wanted to protect.

 Oddly the rest of the summer was quiet, I didn’t see much of Curt, nor Kelly for that matter.  But my fantasies in my mind just wouldn’t stop, I physically abused myself at every chance just thinking about that first kiss and pat down, remembering his hands touching me through my shorts and my vivid adolescent fantasies imagining he went further than he actually did,

 September and our senior year started, of course we each all fell back into our normal cliques. Curt seemed to mature even more as he radiated his handsome manliness, he and Kelly drifted apart once again, but he always had some other girl on his arm, Kelly was still on the cheerleading squad and me playing trumpet in the marching band. One night after the game we were hanging out later than usual in the parking lot, while the team were showering and changing. Kelly finally took off with her friends, while I hustled to store my trumpet for the weekend in my gym locker as the main school building was already locked up. Most of the team was dressed already and just leaving. I dumped it and had every intention of joining Kelly and the gang at the local malt shop when a lone player, Curt came out of the shower room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. We seemed to be alone, we made brief eye contact and had a nod. For some reason I unlocked my locker again just to hang at the chance of seeing Curt in his total undressed self. He was one bay of lockers away as I squinted through the cage like lockers to catch a glimpse of that boy, oh hell he’s no boy, he’s now a full grown young man. Somehow he must have dressed and headed out without my notice.

 Disappointed I shut the locker back down and headed back out to my lone car in the parking lot, and what to my wonderment standing there was Curt leaning on the hood smoking a joint. The high intensity lights of the football field began to slowly dim as I approached my car . My hormones were raging in my crotch and brain, like never before, as he passed me the joint and I took a deep inhale, proving how much I’ve matured since our last encounter. Yet I hadn’t actually smoked since. He took the joint back from my hand and moved in for a smoke exchanged kiss from me, as he told me to exhale into his sucking lips and he took my second hand smoke into his own lungs. Something was overly sensual with sharing that smoke as we culminated in another lip locked kiss only this time I felt his hardness pressing into mine as he slightly grinded me into the fender. We moved to the front seat as he asked where we were headed. I wanted to say the malt shop, but my gas pedal and steering wheel diverted to that deserted dirt road.

 I pulled over, shut down the engine turned out the lights, and we sat there, we jointly slid toward each other and began kissing where we left off in the parking lot. I was happy with that. Then it happened, while we were exploring each other’s mouths, he reached down and cupped my rock hard crotch, through my thin tan khaki band pants, it was wonderful, I was relaxed and it felt so right. Then he grabbed my hand and placed it in his lap. Oh my god I could feel that rock hard mass of dick and balls through my hand palm as I gently squeezed leaning in for a more invasive kiss.

 His silhouetted facial features in the moonlight gently highlighted his light blond hair, his baby smooth soft cheeks and lack of stubble as my own cheeks slid across his and we began ear and neck nibbling. All the while his gentle crotch massaging made me squirm in my seat if nothing else to give him better access to feeling me up. I found myself doing the same to him as I attempted not to show him my inexperience. 

 His dick seemed larger than mine and much harder even through his jeans, I could distinctly feel the larger head bump and the softer ball sack all while still embraced in our tongue exchanging body kisses. Next I don’t even know where or which hand came from but there it was, a hand under my polo shirt gracing my slightly immature twinky smooth chest, his fingers brushed over my now hardened sharp nipples. He stopped momentarily as he gently pinched each of them, and his neck kisses became more of a sucking as he finished by licking my skin. Was this going to leave a mark? His mark? I awkwardly attempted to squeeze my hands up his shirt, one hand felt every muscular ripple along his backbone up his back and the other hand up his washboard abs and distinctively firm breast meat topped by the feel of large velvety nipples. He broke us briefly apart as he slid his shirt up, over and off his head. I did the same as he pushed me back towards the interior of the car door and he explored and bathed my chest with his tongue, spending extra time flicking my nipple tips with it. Him, now positioned somewhat over me, left my hands gracing his bare back as I instinctively rocked my crotch up and down between us making my dick rub inside my pants as I tried not to moan fruitlessly.

 I made my first bold move on my own as I slid my fingers and both hands from his back into his waistband, where my hands cupped each glute, and my fingers squeezed those cheeks and pulled him into my crotch. His over the ear length hair brushed my upper chest and skin as my nostrils inhaled that distinctive fresh shampoo scent. My face and brain must have shown its ecstasy as it tossed from left to right between the seat and door. My hands still cramped inside his pants trying to knead that muscle, as his hands began unbuckling his pants and my access became increasingly easier. I allowed my index fingers to gently slither down splitting those cheeks apart as he continued to writher those pants down towards his thighs. I couldn’t resist as I left one hand on his butt and allowed the other to slide underneath. I now am drooling as my hand is gracing his hard presence gliding over the warmth radiating from what is beginning to feel to be his massive man meat. I grasp his entire package in my hand and massage every luxurious inch as my own grinding up and down greets the back of my hand that’s loving every inch of what its feeling. Curt begins to moan as he stops his tongue bath, and drops his head into my chest. He then begins to reach between us and undo my pants, before long we were pressed on our sides feeling each other’s dicks as I would let my eyes break from his, and the smiles on our faces told all, as I began to spew my load between us, he followed suit shortly after. We were both naked down to our pants wrapped around our knees, as we continued to trace our fingers ticklishly across east others bodies. Curt’s back was wedged into the steering wheel and mine into the door jamb as we lay in silence just enjoying the moment in its fullest. Curt finally worked his way up and cleaned up our little mess with one of his socks before putting it back on his foot, we awkwardly dressed and drove to the malt shop where the rest of the gang were just finishing up.

 He was my first – Chapter 2 – First Oral

  Curt’s loving friendship from that night seemed to all but disappear again come Monday morning at school.  In fact he was kind of a dick, but I knew I was in love or something with him, and somehow I looked past that fact. He barely ever acknowledged me in school especially when around his friends, but I was sure he saw something in me as well.

 We managed to pass notes into each other’s lockers (Pre Cell phone times), we would meet in secret where we wouldn’t get caught as we continued our affair, we progressed from in the car to the bleachers or dugout and eventually I convinced him it would be safer in my basement, where I could use the excuse of playing video games or studying.  After playing video games or at least that was our excuse, to hang out, still in secret, sometimes he’d even tell his friends we were studying or working on a project, he even acted disappointed toward them about it saying he needed to pass or get benched. He made sure they knew he d rather be anywhere else tan with me, as they giggled and poked fun at him for hanging with the nerdy fag, what bothered me more is he seemed to go along with it even I wasn’t sure if he meant it.

 When Curt was alone with me it was dreamland for both of us, we progressed under his guidance to oral, as up until now, he was the only sexual experience I’d ever had, that is with the exception of my hand and some internet porn. We were in my basement as both my parents weren’t home till after 6pm and he had just finished his homework, he sat on the floor leaning against the futon as he flipped through the TV channels looking for something to watch. Meanwhile I was still hacking away trying to finish up my last few pages of reading and writing a brief description. I saw he was done and growing impatient. My own anticipation and imaginatory thoughts of what might happen this afternoon were distracting me from getting my assignment done any quicker. I was sitting on the futon with an open book in my lap, as I wrote feverishly a brief synopsis in a notebook being held slightly above. He kept switching his gaze from the TV screen to my face, and occasionally I’d catch him or he’d catch me looking down at him, and those cute puppy dog eyes almost as if begging. Once as we simultaneously met eyes, he grabbed my ankle and worked his hand up my jeans leg, gently massaging my leg and calf. I had to drop the notebook as I folded it into the textbook on my lap and tossed it aside. Curt quickly bounced up off the floor and planted his ass right next to me as we began kissing and it didn’t take long for his horny roaming hands to begin touching my bare skin under my clothes. He often tickled me in the process which made me fold closer into him and I’d reciprocate as we tossed around on the flimsy futon. Well as expected one thing led to another and wed soon be naked on the floor kissing and exploring each others bodies. I couldn’t believe this hunk of a football player was privately mine. What was even better is he even privately worshiped me when we were alone together, my blind horniness always overlooked that fact that we were private. On this day we began mutual masturbation with our usual kissing which led to us manhandling each other. My head was lying on his stomach as I watched in close up, my hand barely was able to close around his huge shaft as I thumbed through his very soft blond pubes. The soft slightly pungent Curt Smell entered my nose barely a few inches from there. I bent the head down toward my face and I was close enough I had to adjust my focus on the slightly split open slit and the small clear droplets of pre cum puddling inside. I reached up with my index finger and gently touched the liquid and raised it up and back down seeing how long of a strand I could make before it broke. Meanwhile his hand was frolicking through my hair and I could only assume he was focused on a spot on the ceiling with a huge smile on that face. His other hand gently stroked my neck from my ear to my shoulder barely touching my skin. It was both sensual and loving the way he treated me.

 Then he suggested it, although I have to admit I wanted to do it for a long time, but today our positions just made the most sense. He asked me to lick it, he didn’t have to ask me twice. My tongue instantly lapped out like a frog grabbing a fly, it was quick and painless as he forced my head closer to his dick. I opened my mouth and I think my eyes were closed at this point and I drew it in with my hand as my lips clasped around its head, and I tongue swirled all over the head, taking explicit note of the beautiful texture, and then the change in taste once it met with the dab of fluid as I tried to force my tongue into that slit. He pushed my head down further almost choking me but I backed off just enough to enjoy more of that shaft inside my mouth as my hand jerked the lower shaft and my tongue and lips serviced the upper half. He took his other hand off my shoulder and reached down and began massaging and stretching his balls as I continued to jerk and suck and began pumping him in and out, I soon was able to go deeper but still not as far as I would have liked when he yelled stop and I’m Cumming. Never having done this before I quickly pulled off just as he began spewing his load into my face and eyes which I immediately began wiping as I sat up. as my sight began returning, Curt was still lying there on the floor with his dick bouncing up and down off of those abs like they were a trampoline and strands of cum still stretching up off his stomach and some flicking down off the top, he was still stretching those balls and breathing like he just ran 10 miles escaping a mass killer. He then rolled over on top of me and grinded the small amount of wet cum between us as he used his two thumbs to clean off some globs from my face. Then another first, he took his cum covered thumb and placed it close to my lips and I don’t know why other than to want to please him, I parted my lips and began tasting his cum, to his beautiful blue eyed smile.

 Then like it was like old hat to him he slid down kissing my torso slowly working his way down to my abdomen where he lifted my hard member and kissed his way to its base and worked his way to the top before engulfing me in my first ever blow job. I thought my eyes would bulge right out of my head. Surely this wasn’t his first time giving, I blew my load a mere 30 seconds after but he kept his lips firmly locked around my base as my squirting fire hose filed his orifice, then he came back up for a kiss where he smeared my own cum into my mouth, I was a bit disgusted at first but then slowly we were both lapping at each other’s mouths enjoying the new taste, and I was really getting to like where our relationship was headed. Surely this wasn’t his first time, was it?

 Realizing the lateness in time we packed his stuff up as he headed home , leaving just as my dad pulled into the driveway, they exchanges pleasantries as they passed one another.

 The next day in class it was like we were strangers again. Now I was feeling hurt, and I tried to convince myself that our next session we would have to address it, but the thought of when and how became increasingly tougher because I didn’t want to lose this new found sexual relationship. Even if he wanted to stay in his closet, he could at least be friendly to me. In school I didn’t exist, and his friends and he were a dick, I often thought if only they knew the truth.

   Then when I was ready ass fingering with lube that he managed to happen to bring. Each time we finished our love making we’d lay there wrapped in each other’s naked bodies and even proclaimed our love to one another. Yet I was comfortable with our arrangement even if he wasn’t, I was willing to do anything to keep Curt as mine. One thing did bother me was his constant bullying friends and he continued to hang with different girls, but I still knew and believed he wanted me more.

  Chapter 3

He stays in the closet

His dad homophobe

My house

His house

Dad finds us 

Beats the hell out of him, he sleeps at my house another great sex session

 Chapter 4

Take him to school joins his clique and ignores me

Winds up calling me a fag and rejects me publicly yet I still keep his secret

Kelly even comforts me

We drift apart 

He goes to college on a scholarship

I settle down and meet a nice guy

We reunite at a 10 year reunion we sit together, he’s still conflicted and unmarried

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 NOTE from Donald J: This is the end of the last post of any post-able stories that DJFMonkey had in his files, I thank you all for the memorable thoughts you have expressed over the last few weeks and bid you farewell, I shall continue to be an avid reader of your stories on this site.

We’d not seen Mack for months when we ran into him in the locker room at the club; we were just arriving for tennis and he emerged from the shower as we turned the corner.  “HEY GUYS!” he greeted us enthusiastically with his dick swinging long and free under his still-moist bush.

“Hello stranger!” we both said almost in unison as we closed the distance and did an awkward three-way bro-hug.  It was the club locker room so we had to be discreet; but that hard bod of his would make it challenging to hide our enthusiasm once we were undressing.  I inhaled his soapy-fresh scent with a hint of regret; I’d have enjoyed his sweat-heavy scent after his game or work-out.

Kent took a step back and looked pointedly up and down Mack.  “Damn dude!  You’re looking damn good man,” he complimented our straight neighbor-fuck-buddy.

“Been either surfing or mountain biking every day for two months straight.  I have to admit I can see the difference it’s made,” he said turning to the big mirrored wall and posing a bit.  Yup there went my dick chubbing for his fine hairy bubble butt.

Mack’s build and mine aren’t much different; he’s a hair taller but not as tall as my husband Kent.  His dick and balls aren’t quite as big as mine; neither of us can measure-up to Kent in that department.  But the change in his naturally athletic body was noticeable; every muscle defined, veins popping, and just an overall accentuation of his masculinity.

“Some more of this and I’ll be comparing myself to you two,” he added looking at us behind him in the reflection.

“You’re there for sure; in fact we’ve got to up our game here,” I told him.

“You playing today?” he asked.

“We could be,” Kent answered with a sly grin.

“He meant tennis,” I said shaking my head.

Mack turned and took a step closer; he lowered his voice.  “I might have meant that too,” he told Kent with a grin and then turned it on me.  Wood now; full on for me.

“Am I cancelling our court reservation?” I asked my husband already thumbing the app.

“If I get a vote,” Mack continued the close-talking in an even lower voice, “I’d not mind watching you two play a set or three.”  He paused.  “And then enjoy your sweat,” he finished in a near-whisper.

Fortunately Kent answered; I was a bit breathless with anticipation.  Kent looked at me and then down at my tented shorts.  “Looks like your vote isn’t waiting,” he said and after a glance around swiped my straining dick through my fly with the back of his hand.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh,” Mack moaned as his eyes caught it.  “Missed me?” he grinned wickedly.

“I have a haircut at three,” I said lamely.  It was barely ten; our court time was ten.

“Unless you’re traveling a long distance or plan to play slow … “ Mack calculated.

‘Play slow’ had my dick throbbing not thinking about tennis at all.  Kent’s answer broke me out of that thought.  “Come on stud.  Let’s get our rackets and balls and get on the court; we’ve been looking forward to the play.”  His choice of words didn’t help the obviousness of my arousal.

Mack slapping my ass didn’t help either; I jumped.  “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Between sets I asked Mack a question that had come to me on the way to the courts:  Where was his wife Lesley that he had unlimited time during the day to play around with us.  Mack did his own thing but spending noticeable time at the gay guys’ house across the street would have been pushing it.  We usually fucked around with him when she was at yoga, having a massage, manicure, facial, or many other things that occupied her time; notably drinking with her friends afforded broad time slots.  And the likelihood of the other neighbors noticing him at our house was low; the two doctors directly across from us next to Mack were always working, the couple next to them also immediately across from us ran several businesses and were gone all the time, we were separated from our neighbors to the south by a green space and the lake came up and nearly isolated us from the neighbors on the other side.  One of the many things we loved about our massive double corner lot was the separation from our next-door neighbors.

Mack had side-stepped the question about his wife; I didn’t press nor follow-up with questions about his ever-present developmentally-challenged nineteen year-old son or gadabaout sixteen year-old daughter either.

After the first set it looked like I might take it in two sets.  Kent and I are pretty well-matched (we’ve both upped our game considerably since moving here and weren’t half bad before that).  But he came on strong in the second set and we had a decision to make.  Mack had watched the entirety of the two sets patiently from the stand.  He’d been enthusiastic about good points played and had commiserated with the un-forced errors.

We walked to him and checked-in to see if he minded us playing the decision set.  “Winner takes my ass first,” he grinned up at us.  The cloudy day’s glare reflected in his sunglasses but I was sure his eyes were smoldering behind them; he was chubbed in his jeans.

“‘First’ makes it almost not worth playing the last set at all,” Kent said and Mack and I both snapped our necks around to him.  “Well I mean that means we’ll both get it anyway so why not just go now?”

Mack relaxed.  “For a minute there I thought my stock had gone down.”

We laughed and returned for what turned-out to be a tough third set.  Just when I thought I was going to have to throw it or face a tie-break we didn’t have time for I caught a break-point on Kent.  With a momentary boost I breezed through my final set giving-up one point to him.  My final serve was a let; my next an ace that was the ass-gods’ gift of Mack’s hairy hole to me.

Mack had driven his golf cart over; we’d walked as was our norm.  I reminded everyone about my haircut as we took the route of discretion walking back and leaving the cart in the lot for appearance’s sake.  It was nearing two.  “Good thing you’re first up!” Mack said and increased his pace as we followed.

We all took the right amount of time with Sasha when we go to our house; he might had disagreed but I agonized as the minutes ticked if greetings, pets, letting him out and then in again, treats, and finally heading into our rooms with smirks of intent.  We all stripped carelessly; I shut-down my instinctive discomfort with the strewn clothes and focused on my husband’s muscular magnificence, my neighbor’s statuesque hard-body, and the strong aroma of Kent’s and my sweat; it had my dick drooling.

In moments Mack had thrown himself onto his back on our big bed, had his hairy legs splayed, and grinned from ear to ear.  “Hoping you missed this as much as I have,” he said.

Kent and I stole a glance at each other; we were fully boned and his anticipation was beginning to drop off his tip too.  We both hurriedly scrambled up the bed and joined Mack as further confirmation of our answer.

I threw Mack’s sinewy legs up and back and dove into his soapy-fresh hairy hole with my tongue.  From Mack’s grunts and slurps I knew Kent had shoved his sweaty crack over Mack’s face.  When I came up from slobbering and tongue-fucking that tight hole of his there he was gobbling Kent’s hole hungrily with a puddle of his own pre-jizz on his hairy abs.  I bent down and got a tongue-full of the sweet cream and spit it in his hole which got me an enthusiastic grunt.  Then I lined-up and shoved in without care for how long it had been or whether I needed to worry that he might have fucked around with others during our hiatus.

“FUCK!” Our neighbor shouted into Kent’s slobbery crack at the abrupt breach.  Kent helpfully turned around, pulled him onto his stinking sweaty dick, and stopped any further protest.

Kent and I already both reeked of sweat.  I was completely wound-up on the endorphins of our exertion, the high of my win, the hotness of the two naked men I was in my bed with, the tightness and heat of Mack’s man-pussy caressing my drilling dick, and the feel of his bristle-like ass-hairs on my balls as they smacked his hard butt-cheeks.  “Fuckin’ hot hole there Burnstag!” I told him grunting and jamming myself over and over into him.

It was about that time that his eyes rolled, his body tensed, and a fire-hose eruption of cum shot up his torso and over his shoulder to the frame of the painting on our wall and everywhere in between.  His cunt worked me like a milking machine and drew me closer with lightning speed as another spurt blasted, his head thrashed, and he convulsed and continued to spew.  “FUCK I MISSED THIS FUCKIN’ FEELING!” Mack yelled and thrashed through his anal climax.

The heady scent of his cum-load added to our sweat was what did it for me.  Kent knew it and encouraged me.  “Come on Al fill him up good!”  Then he smacked my pistoning ass.  I needed no further stimulation.  My body erupted suddenly and fiercely; I shouted out a long guttural grunt to the heavens as if I hadn’t cum twice already that day.

“FUCK AL!  It feels like a fuckin’ gusher inside me!  Fuck dude!” Mack growled out while I pumped-out deep into him.

“Yeah, hun, that’s it, use this straight bitch!” Kent chimed in.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” I exclaimed long and breathily.  My body seemed to pump my seed into our neighbor’s hole forever.

“Good hole huh?  Get in my place and let me finish off in him while he sucks you clean,” Kent suggested.

Mack has never been a big fan of ass-to-mouth; but he’s become a good sub and took my slimy deflating dick in and sucked it good.  Kent mounted him; Mack’s grunt of initial pain from the stretch of Kent’s monster dick was short and he continued his work on my dick like a life-saving suck job.

“Stretched wet hairy man-pussy.  Mmmmmmmm!” Kent moaned as he slammed himself into Mack.  Mack’s grunts were loud and rhythmic as was the clap of Kent’s groin against Mack’s ass.

Mack got himself free of his mouthful of my dick and growled, “Yeah fucker use me and get your nut like Al did.  Come on; FUCKIN’ DO IT!”

“Yeah?  Missed us?” Kent grunted as he continued his assault.  “Missed your neighbors’ two big dicks filling you up and making you cum all over yourself?”

“Fuck yeah I did!” Mack agreed.  “There’s nothing like it when I cum with you inside me.  I fuckin’ crave it.  I don’t give a damn what that makes me; just keep getting me off like that.”

It was the dirtiest I’d ever heard him talk.  Instead of turning me on I had the fleeting thought that we might have taken him beyond where we should have left our married straight neighbor after we blew him that first time when he needed it so bad.  Such a hot straight every-guy … now begging for cock and cum.

What the fuck was I thinking?  This was fuckin’ HOT!  And Kent seemed to agree as his groin slapped hard into Mack’s sweaty ass.

“Gonna flood that ruined hole of yours!  Gonna … “

And then he seized-up and seemed to stop breathing until he let out a long groan and then started slamming violently again into Mack but this time hard even thrusts and loud grunts of relief with each.  Mack was babbling about feeling it, so fuckin’ good, and other blabber; then all of a sudden Kent grabbed his sac making him go bolt rigid and yelped a little.  “Don’t make me squeeze it out of them.  CUM for me!”

And just like that Mack convulsed and blew another wad.  His mouth around my dick went slack as he shook and spattered his seed and panted.

“Good man,” Kent told him as he dismounted abruptly with a messy-sounding PLOP when his fat head came free of Mack’s stretched hole.  He gave Mack’s hairy balls a shake before letting go of his grip on our neighbor’s sac.

“Holy heck!” Mack panted.  “How the … ?”

Kent flopped down next to Mack.  “Does it matter?  You needed another one.”

“I guess I did!  Thank god it didn’t kill me!” Mack sighed dramatically.  “I thought I might blast apart from the inside.”  Looking down at his splattered face and torso my thought was that he had.

I was hanging soft though Mack still had one arm around my ass; his big warm hand didn’t feel bad at all but I was ready to relax so I lay down on the other side of him.  Kent’s hand snaked over Mack’s hairy chest and found mine and held it tightly; Mack took his hand and covered ours together.

“I should get back.  And you’ve got that haircut.”

“You haven’t said what’s going on at home that you could spend the time during the day.  Is Lesley out somewhere?”

“Les is trying to dry out,” he said.  He paused and we didn’t push.  “Or so she says.  I don’t think spending a few weeks with her wine-swilling mother is necessarily the best approach.  But she needed some help and Les jumped at it. The whole family has a lot going on.  It hasn’t been great while you were gone.”

“Well,” Kent said louder than the calm restful moment warranted.  “Glad you got a break from spanking that monkey,” he said and gave Mack’s deflated dick a slap that had him jumping and yelping.  It sounded a little moody and definitely dismissive.  He got up.

“I’m dismissed? Is that it?” Mack said with a laugh.

“Al’s got 20 mins to get to his haircut and it takes ten to get there.  Shower time,” Kent said, now by my side and pulling me up.

“Right!” Mack and I both said together though mine may have sounded more like “OH SHIT!”

“Mind if I shower with you guys before I go across the street?  Nobody is home I don’t think but I don’t want to run into the kids reeking of sex just in case.”

I had the benefit of both of them soaping every bit of me hurriedly and Kent dousing me with one of the hand sprays and pushing me out of the wet room with a towel.  I watched while I quickly dried to see if he was going to engage with Mack again but he busied himself as Mack did himself; they were both drying before I was in my shoes.

“Do you think maybe we could talk sometime guys?  I mean I’m yours any time but I’ve got some stuff going on that I could use your thoughts on.”

Kent and I both snapped our heads and our eyes met; I was thinking it sounded ominous.

“Ummmmm sure,” I answered as I gave Kent a kiss in passing.  And then I made good my escape.  On the drive to the barber I wondered what “the talk” with Mack would bring.

Adam4adam website was my goto website to meet other guys wherever in the UK or on my travels especially in Jamaica or Canada.

One successful meet was when I hooked up with a 50+ year old Nigerian born London based  popular pastor in the black community.

This was 2007.

He was something else. I’ll call him David

What attracted me to David’s profile was his age and photos of his chest. I was drawn to older guys and David seemed like someone looking for sex and good conversation.

Plus just like me David was a nippleholic.

David was very tall, immaculately dressed and thick set  He smelled gorgeous on that first met at my place. He had a suaveness that had a touch of the Roscoe Lee Browne.

David had this aura of confidence about him. It was magnetic and I was totally smitten. I was also proud I did make the initial approach on adam. Jackpot!

I was flattered that David found me interesting and we ended up kissing within closing my front door. He firmly moved my head down to feast on his puffy mooby nipples.

I could sense he was happy right there with his groans. Then continued whilst he was licking my neck and face all over.

We sucked on the other’s nips simultaneously for quite some time. I was loose headed by all his attention to my nips.

David then lifted my legs up, manoeuvred his thick thighs into position and started fucking me hard and it was painful. 

His girth was very very thick. I couldn’t believe it entered my tightish hole.

I was on such a high then to care less about such small things like pain. The adrenaline was epic.

It was the best fuck I had up to then. It was “yes, I’ve reached where I need to be.”

(The soreness down there lasted days, weeks. I can’t remember)

David’s body was pure thick muscle from head to toe. It was smothering and loved his cuddles. I felt secured and tension free when in his arms. 

That’s really hard to find sometimes in such scenarios 

David left after that initial meet but promised we wil keep in touch. Although his busy schedule made things tricky.

David preferred meeting outside London when on one of his gospel crusades and I booked into a nearby hotel.

In time I grew addicted to David fucking me. This was territory I avoided with other lovers with few exceptions for 20+ years up to then.

Now I could really appreciate what all the fuss was about on anal sex. 

David would not allow me to fuck him which was fine by me. But he loved me rimming his juicy butt hole with those firm cheeks on either side 

David was a very wealthy successful man, respected in his region in Nigeria, married and everything.

But for some reason David took a shine to me and was impressed about my career and that I was (in his opinion) well read.

He had an assertive powerful personality. You didn’t say no to him without good reason.

Whenever David was by my place he was keen to know about the about my personal background and was interested to meet some of my gay friends/acquaintances.

I knew perfectly which one of my friends David would get on swimmingly – Mr Gee Force.

Gee and David become good mates. Gee was like my soul mate. He was white in his 50s, thickset and a nipple connoisseur. More about him in a future post.

In David’s own words he said he felt free in my company due to my open mindedness to life in general.

One of my favourite times with David was just lying there in my bed naked, legs locked together and doing and saying absolutely nothing.

Or a naked David just lying face down on my bare back in silence and the natural heat generated from our bodies made for bliss city.

No words were needed in such tranquil settings.

David wanted to even take me to Nigeria for holiday but I turned it down. A decision I now regret looking back.

David was into weightlifting and I would join him occasionally at his or my local gym. Communal showers afterwards was a treat at the gym.

David got a real kick of these fit guys looking at his soapy body in adoration.

I was like David’s wingman at the gym. He was a man mountain of a hunk and his magnetism was just breathtaking.

Gee and David became swimming buddies.

There were no threesomes with us and I  chose never to know if they ever got it together sexually.

Maybe I was slightly jealous. 

For a man in his 50s David had such a phenomenal body. He turned heads wherever we went.

It was not all about sex between David and me. We talked about politics, athletics, English football and reading and he would join me occasionally to see a play in London.

We would have dinner together at my favourite Indian restaurant. He was just great company with a charisma that few could match 

Despite not seeing David since 2012 we still keep in touch promising to meet again  again.

What a baptism of fire David was!

Conrad just turned 20. He celebrated with a few former male high school colleagues, ordering pizza and sharing a case of beer. In the course of the evening, the conversation gradually shifted towards kinky sexual innuendos. Some joked about their ex-girlfriend’s insatiate desire for boob worshiping; others bragged about their recent blind date’s French kissing prowess. Conrad didn’t dare describe his first night at a gay sauna. Not that his friends are homophobes, but rather because all this queer lifestyle is kind of new to him and a bit strange at times.

Still living with his parents, Conrad drives to the farmers’ market every Saturday morning with his mother’s list of fresh produce to bring back. He has already bought potatoes, broccoli, cabbage and onions. The last item on his list is English cucumber. He spots a young guy selling pickling, slicing and seedless cucumbers. He steps forward to choose two English cucumbers; the seller greets him and says: “I have some that are long and firm, capable of satisfying the hunger of a man like you! My name is James, by the way.”

James then turns around and bends down to choose and display a few cucumbers of different lengths. Conrad can’t help but admire the salesman’s shiny rubber boots; they definitely turn him on. Having chosen two medium size cucumbers, Conrad pays and smiles.

“Thank you, says the young farmer. I think I’ve seen you around a few times. If you ever need carrots, eggplants or zucchinis, don’t hesitate to come back. They’re all vegetables which I can handle nicely, if you know what I mean…” Even if he’s new at this game, Conrad reads between the lines, and has no doubt that this handsome guy is trying to cruise him.

The next week, Conrad puts on tight faded blue jeans that highlight his peachy ass and bulging crotch. Once he has done and delivered his mother’s errands, he goes back to the farmers’ market, only to find out that James is already packing the cucumbers, carrots, eggplants and zucchinis in the back of his pick-up. As soon as James sees Conrad dressed like some Tom of Finland dude, he takes a cucumber and gets close enough to slap his new friend’s bubble butt.

“I’ve kept this thick and long one just for you. I would love to shove it in and out of your ass!”

“Holy fuck, that is the hottest invitation I have ever received”, replies Conrad who dares to smack a wet kiss on James’ lips.

“I guess we both want to have fun. Hop in my pick up and let’s head to my place.”

Once seated, they kiss naturally and Conrad manages to compliment James on his macho look enhanced by denim overalls and shiny black boots with a red trim. As soon as they arrive, James directs his partner to the barn where an alcove opens its arms as a welcome sign. They snuggle up there both in a virile and tender way, caressing and tickling each other.

Conrad can’t wait to feel the cucumber in his shit hole. To lubricate the entrance, he asks James to spit on it, to rim his ass, to finger it, to even pee inside. The young farmer doesn’t have to pop Conrad’s cherry since he has already lost his virginity with the neighbor’s son, a Top known for having pounded the rugby coach after practice (and just about every teammate willing to feel the joy of male penetration).

After intense muscle worship, the two men position themselves so that Conrad can suck James’ dick, legs around his partner’s neck, offering his ass to the master of a long hard natural produce. As James shoves the cucumber in and out of the begging hole, Conrad feels the cock in his mouth pulsing. He masturbates to the same rhythm and they both explode at the same moment.

The new food-fuck experience is so intensive that Conrad is ready to explore further avenues. When James sticks a carrot in his ass, it feels like a young and smaller guy is fucking him. When the zucchini is shoved in and out, Conrad enjoys an ideal hard-on. “It’s like feeling your dick inside me while I’m sucking it at the same time!” When James shows up with an eggplant, his boyfriend wonders if his ass can take such a fat rod; the young farmer’s skill overcomes the fear and quickly turns pain into pleasure. A ripe agricultural produce inside his shit hole enables Conrad to taste Nature at it’s best.

Each sexual encounter is topped with a special lunch: cucumber salad, carrot soup, zucchini nut bread, eggplant ratatouille. Conrad discovers that food shoved in his ass can add a unique and kinky flavor. He is soon to find out that James has another recipe up his “sleave”.

“I think you are now ready to go one step further”, says the young farmer.

“What do you mean?”

“Fisting!”

Zach and I looked at the weather and saw rain coming for days, no sun for the next three days or so.

 “How about we break camp and find a nice dry motel room somewhere?” I said

“As much as I like camping, its no fun in the rain” I admitted to Zach.

“Are you thinking local, or what?” Zach asked

“Whatever you want is fine with me, as long as we’re together!”

He was looking at me with the loving, longing look. 

“Easy, tiger!”  I chuckled, and he chuckled too.

So, we found a place, online, a few hours away that was not quite a city, but was bigger than the town we were in. 

That’s when Zach told me that he lived another hour and a half beyond that town. “We could go there, if you want!”

“Sounds great to me!” I told him. Then we hugged! Big belly to big belly, mashed together!!

We struck camp, talking and sipping coffee while we worked. Zach was telling me a little about his place. We went to the front gate where we told them we were going, we couldn’t get our money back for the rest of the week, but that was ok. 

We drove off, him in his rig and me in mine. I reflected on the last few days, and how close the two of us had become in such a short time. It was amazing!!  I wished that we were in the same vehicle traveling to his house

We stopped for a break at a diner, wedged our fat selves into a booth and ordered a coffee and donut each. We sat there looking at each other over the table, making small talk. Then on to more driving.

We drove for another hour and we pulled into a fairly big town, he led us off the main street and back onto a side street.

 He stopped, and walked back to me  “Here we are” he said, it was a very nice house, not too big.

He unlocked the door and in we went. He gave me a quick tour of the place, the kitchen was huge, obviously he loved his cooking, the bathroom was very large with a huge shower,  very spacious. The master bedroom was pretty big, with a king size bed. The living room was beautiful with a short wall between it and the kitchen. The spare bedroom he had made into a den with all kinds of computer equipment.

 He showed me the back yard, with a very spacious patio. It was still raining so we didn’t stay out there.

“Lets bring in our things, we can do some laundry too.” He said. We went back out and I helped him unload his things, then got my laundry out of my rig along with a few other things. 

“Coffee?” He asked

“Sure! I would love some! I love the place” I said.

“I have done some remodeling inside since I bought it.”

“Well, you have done a great job!!”

I went over to him, my belly up against his back,  while he was in the middle of making coffee, and undid his belt and pants, slipping my fingers to the front. I pulled his pants off. 

“No need for these”

“Mmmm!” He moaned as I ran my fingers over his jock covered cock. 

He pulled my hand out and turned around, pulling me into his embrace. I loved having his big arms around me, and mine around him!! We kissed and then he broke up our hug.

He reached down to my shirt hem and started pulling my shirt off. I felt my belly plop down a little as the shirt went over it.

I started pulling his shirt off too. He got mine off and then I got his off, he ran his hands over my saggy breasts as I ran my hands through his curls covering his chest.

 He put his head down to take my nipple into his mouth…  

“Mmmm!” I moaned

 That felt so good!!. He reached down and undid my belt and top of my pants. He unzipped my pants and put his hand down inside of them.

 He gasped a little as he encountered the smooth silky material of my panties, and they were a little wet already.

 “I have to see this!” he told me as he stopped sucking on my nipple. He pushed my pants down the rest of the way, and he got down on his knees to get the pants off, and to get a better view!

I had a bright red thong panty on, He put his face right up to my panty covered cock, and he licked the outline of my cock through the material. 

Now the little wet spot I had on the panties, was a huge wet spot!

It was my turn to stop him! I pulled him up and putting my head next to his to take his earlobe in my mouth and suck on it. I stopped long enough to whisper in his ear.

“I want to make love to you!!” “In your bed!!!” I groaned

“Mmmmm” was all I got in response.

We made our way to the bedroom, somehow we got there, in amongst all of our groping, kissing, squeezing. 

I stripped off his jock strap, while he tugged down my very wet panties. 

I pushed him down onto the bed and I got on beside him. I started running my hands over his ass, slipping a finger up the crack of his ass a time or two. 

He was pulling at my cock and fondling my balls,

“Mmmm, that feels good” I told him

“Now roll over”

Zach rolled over on to his stomach and I immediately drove my face into his ass!! I wanted him so bad!! I spread his massive ass cheeks, and drove my mouth down to his hole. I stuck my tongue out and was rimming his hole, running it over and into his hole!

“OOOOOOHHH!!” 

I couldn’t get enough of his ass! I was fondling his ass cheeks while my face was buried in there.

I pulled my face out! “Lube, where is it?”

“Nightstand drawer” he groaned

I grabbed the lube and slathered some on my cock. I started rubbing my cock through his ass crack, back and forth, rubbing it on his anus!

“OOOOOHHH, YYYEEESSS!!”

I pulled it back out of the crack to put some on my fingers, I put one then two in his hole, moving them inside his anal cavity!!!

“FFFFUUUCCKKK MMMMEEE!”

I pulled them out only to put more lube on my hard cock. I pushed it against his hole, and the head popped right in.

“OOOOHHHH YYYYEEESSS I WANT IT ALL!!!”

I pushed in further, slowly, til he had it all! I hesitated with my full cock in him! He felt so good and tight!!

“UUUHHH UUUUUHHHH, FFFUUUCCKK MMMEE!”

I started pulling out and then pushing back in… Getting a rhythm going. We could hear the noises of my cock and the lube going into his ass. Our balls were slapping each other.

“OH MY GOD, YOU FEEL SO GOOD AROUND ME!!” I told him

“MMMMMMMM, YYYEEESSS!!”

In a short period of time, I started feeling the tightening and a hardening of my cock in him.
I drove in and stayed!

“IIIMMMM CCCUUUUMMING!!!”

“UUUUUUHHHH, YYYEEESS!!!”

I sent rope after rope of cum into his ass, filling him up!!!

“OOOHHHH YYYEESSS, III FEEELLL IITTT!!”

I eventually softened enough and my cock popped out of his ass with some cum. I laid on his back, while we came down from our ecstasy.

“MMMMMM, that felt so good!! He said

“Yes it did!!!”

I rolled off from Zach and we laid there side by side until he moved to rest his head on my chest, my arms around him. 

We stayed like that for about a half hour, then got up to take a shower together. Zach got in first, then I climbed in. We hugged with the water coming down all around us. We broke off to rub soap all over each other, our hands were everywhere, backs, chests, stomachs, cocks, balls, and asses. God, I love big bodies, so much to explore!!

We got done and each grabbed a huge size towel, we wrapped them around ourselves and went out into the living room. It was funny, just having towels around us, but very relaxing. 

We got to the coffee, that we hadn’t quite got to before. Zach started a load of laundry and we sat on the couch together.

“I could live like this forever!” He said

“I was going to say the exact same thing”

“Not to broach a bad subject, but how long are you going to stay for?” Zach asked

“How long do you want me to stay?”

“Forever, too much?” He asked

“Are you asking me to keep seeing you? Or are you asking me to live with you?”

“Which is going to give me the response I want?” 

I live about four hours away, so continuing to date him would be tough to not existent, I’d have to move closer, so I might as well move in. We hadn’t been together that long!

“Not to put you off, or say no, to either one. How about I stay for a week or so, and make sure we get along more than the sex part. Then we can decide?” I responded “If we both still like it and want it to continue, I will move my equipment and my operations here. How’s that?”

He leaned over, and we put our heads together. We locked lips and did a light kiss.

“That sounds like a good enough plan for now”

We chatted for a little bit about a few things that we needed to do, then I got up to get dressed. I took my clothes into the bedroom, dropping them on a chair for now, and got dressed. Zach came in shortly after and dropped his towel. I whistled at him, he laughed!!

I walked over to him and ran my hands over his lightly furry chest. I loved the feel, running his curls through my fingers.

“We’re never going to get anything done if you keep that up” he said

“Truuuuuee” I sighed

He got dressed and out of the bedroom we went. I checked on the laundry, moving it to the dryer, starting a new load in the washer. Meanwhile, Zach made a list of groceries that we needed to get. Since he hadn’t been here for a few days, we needed some things.

We drove in his car to the grocery store. The weather was clearing, looks like the front was passing slowly, toward the campground.  Not very many people there, since it was middle of the afternoon.

We got a cart and roamed the aisles, tossing things in, laughing and lightly touching here and there. We got to the checkout and I paid while Zach bagged things up.

We put the groceries in the car and headed back to the house. We got to the house and unloaded groceries. Zach went to do some more laundry and I started some chicken marinating for the grill. I went outside to the patio to check out the grill, see if it was clean, how to operate it…

I hadn’t noticed before that there was walls on both sides of the house in back with some trees in the very back. Very secluded!!

I went back inside, Zach had been watching me, out there.

“Pass your inspection?”

“Oh yes, and more!!” I responded

“starting to warm up after the rain” I said

I opened a bottle of wine and poured us both a glass. We went outside and sat in lounge chairs.

“we have to wait an hour for the marinade.” I told Zach

I was getting warm, so I got up and pulled off my t-shirt and pants, revealing my rainbow pride jockstrap! It was his turn to whistle! 

He then got up and took off his t-shirt and pants to reveal a pair of pink thong panties!! Wow he looked so sexy in those!!

“oh my god… I want to cum just looking at you!!”

He sat back down, a little blush on his face. So adoreable!!

I went right over to him and dropped to my knees in front of him! I put my head right down in his panty covered crotch. I ran my face over the smooth silky front. I then stuck my tongue out and licked his cock outline through the panty material.

“Oooooh” he moaned as I kept up my licking, then started running my hands over his meaty legs and thighs. 

I had to have him!!! I pulled the panties aside to pull out his cock and balls. I lowered my face again, grabbing his penis with a couple fingers and pulling it up, so I could lick and suck his shaven balls. I hummed a little to give him a little vibration.

“OOOOOHHHH, MY GOD THAT FEELS GOOD!!”

I stopped doing that so that I could take his cocklet in my mouth. I so wanted that nice smooth perfect little cock!!

I could feel myself getting wet as I kept up my task of sucking on him. Looking at cock, hell, THINKING of cock can get me wet!! I would have put my finger up his asshole but couldn’t in this position.

I started bobbing on his cocklet, nice and slow, he had one hand on my head pulling me to him, the other hand was massaging his nipples. I was looking up at him the whole time, his fat stomach was bouncing, with his breathing and my assault on him. He is so beautiful, I thought!!

“Oooohhhh” he moaned “Keep going, man that feels goooodd!!”

I bobbed a few more times, then took him out of my mouth, to go back to his balls!! I still tugged on his cock with my fingers while dipping first one ball then the other in my mouth.

“OOOOOOHHHHJ YYYYEEESSSS!!! I’M GOINNGG TO CCCCUUUMMM!!”

I quickly put his cock back in my mouth, and went at him with no abandon. I needed to taste him!!

“YYYYEEESSSS, I’M CCCCUUUMMMING!!!”

He let rope after rope of cum out of his penis, and I took every drop. Swallowing everything, hoping for more!! Eventually he stopped cumming and I just kept him in my mouth for a few seconds longer. Feeling him eventually soften in my mouth.

I let him out of my capture, “That tasted so gooodd!!!”

I stayed down in front of him for awhile, kneading and caressing his legs, thighs and calves. I pulled his panties back in place, wet as they were. Then I had to get up.

“I have some work to do” I told him. 

“I see you had pleasure from that too” Zach commented. Sure enough I could feel the wetness of my jockstrap. 

“What can I say?!?” I blushed

Zach let out a big belly laugh, and I joined him in that! He got up from the chair and we reached for each other in yet another big bear hug. He felt so good, his big body against mine!!

We broke apart, feeling our sweat on each other, with a light kiss, lips barely but sweetly pressed together. 

“Time to get cooking” I said

I turned around and turned the grill on, He watched my butt in my thong as I turned around, and he reached out and patted it. 

“I want you to have this ass” I told him “Any time you feel like having it”

Of course then he pressed himself to my back, he felt so good against me! 

“I will take you up on that!!” He replied.

We broke apart and I went in to get the chicken to cook. I am falling in love with this man!! I thought to myself. Zach had gone in to do more laundry, while I started cooking the chicken.

He came back out eventually, still looking hot in his wet panties, and furry chest!! I had to resist the urge to cop a feel!! I went in to start some rice to have with the chicken. 

Once everything got done, we sat down to eat, talked about another short hike on some trails he knew about the next day. Enjoying our time together!! 

We got done eating, and did the dishes together. Every time we touched while handling dishes was another opportunity to touch hands! 

I went to fold some laundry, taking it from the dryer and folding it on the bed. Folding his clothes and underwear, and mine. I searched in his drawers, to put things in, only to discover that at some point, he had made room in his underwear drawer for my things!!

No pressure to move in!!! I thought to myself. Well, we were both the same size anyway so what did it matter? I threw both of our piles of underwear in there.

I went out of the bedroom laughing, he says “What’s so funny?” 

“Just you being you! I found your panty drawer accommodations!! Thank you!!”

He laughed too, ” I just want you to feel at home!”

Zach turned off the lights and we both sat on the couch, side by side, and got comfortable to watch a movie. At one point, he moved to lay down on his side, I moved over a little and he rested his head on my lap. I stroked his hair and head!!

“mmmm” was all he said. It was enough!

I DID feel at home in his place!! During the movie, I occasionally reached over and ran my hand along his side, just a few fingers feeling him. He would move his free hand along my leg.

When the movie got over, he sat up and we turned off the tv. We both got up and went to bed together, falling asleep in each others arms.

The next morning, I woke up first, reached into the panty drawer, not being able to see, and pulled out one pair of something. I went out into the hallway before putting them on. It was a lime green jockstrap.

I went into the bathroom and did my thing, then went into the kitchen in search of coffee. I made a pot and while it was brewing, looked around more at the new surroundings, the kitchen, and into the living room. It WAS very nicely laid out!

The coffee got done making and I poured a cup along with some creamer. I made my way to the living room and sat down on the couch. I could see myself here, I thought, with Zach! We made such a good pair, we agreed on most things. Yup, I’ll give it the rest of the week, but if nothing changes negatively, I’ll move in with him.

After about another half hour, he got up, I heard him in the bathroom and he came out, wearing a pair of pale blue panties. He was gorgeous, his big tummy hanging over them, his chest so beautiful with the hair in tangles! 

“Morning gorgeous!” I greeted him “You look so sexy in those panties!”

“And YOU look sexy in that jock! Good morning yourself!” He said as he walked by on the way to the coffee pot. He poured himself a cup, looking at me over the half wall. He was smiling away!!

I got up from my perch and went to him, pulling him into a big hug and a deep kiss! He pulled back from the kiss and putting his head next to mine, whispered in my ear. “I love you!” I responded out loud “I love you too!!”

“I was thinking this morning, that I can see myself living here, if we get along!”

“Great, we would be so good together!”

We went to the living room and sat down. “Is there anything you need that I don’t have here?” He asked

“No, except for storage for some big items, but I’m sure I could rent a storage space for my equipment.”

“Absolutely! I’m sure there are quite a few to choose from.” He said “I have my computer set up to give you access to whatever you need!” 

“All I have is a laptop as long as you have wifi, which I’m sure you do!” I responded

He nodded, thinking “I can set up a website for you to advertise, you just need to tell me what you want on it!”

“That would be great!”

We chatted on about what I needed for my job to move, which wasn’t much more than what we already talked about.

“Breakfast?” Zach asked

“Sure, how about a breakfast sandwich?” I asked

“Sure, I’ll start it going” he said, getting up. I got up too, wanting to be near him, plus wanting another cup of coffee.

“I can help you” I said

“Nope, I can do it myself, but always happy to have you near!”

I went into the kitchen with him, he started some bacon frying and I poured myself and him some coffee. I leaned against the half wall as he cooked, watching his big body move. 

“You know, this place could stand painting, if you want to start here, we can take pictures of your work for the website!” He suggested

I chuckled, “That would be fine, but you don’t need to do that!”

“No,” He said, “I want you to do it!!”

“Ok, we’ll walk around later and I’ll take a look at it, see what I need.”

“Great!”

I went around behind him and pushed my big belly up against his back, wrapped my big arms around him. I put my head on his shoulder.

“You’re making it hard for me to decide anything but moving in with you!”

He moved his head a little and gave me a quick kiss.. “that’s the idea!”

He got done making the breakfast sandwiches and we sat down to eat at a breakfast nook tucked in a corner.

We ate in silence, playing with our feet under the table. 

As we cleared the dishes, I asked him “When do you want to take a hike? At that place we talked about yesterday.”

“We can go anytime you want” he responded

“Ok, lets go now! Then when we get back, I will look at my first job in a new area.”

He gave me a quick kiss! “That would be great!”

We put on our shorts and t-shirts, socks and sneakers. I put some water bottles in my pack along with my camera.

We got into my truck, and headed out. Zach moved close beside me and put his hand on my thigh as he told me how to get to the trailhead. It took about 15 minutes to get there. 

We pulled into a parking lot that was almost empty, it being during a weekday. We got out of the truck, I grabbed the pack and off we went. It was a pretty easy trail, we walked side by side to begin with, holding hands. It went to single file a few times, Zach going first, me following behind staring at his ass!

Then we would go to side by side again! The next time it went single file, I went first, him right behind. “Your ass is so hot!!” He told me. “Yours ain’t so bad either!” I responded.

The next time the trail widened, we decided to take a break. We went off to the side and I pulled off the pack, getting out a bottle of water for each of us. “Here ya go” I told him.

“Thanks, I’m getting kind of warm” I could see his t-shirt getting a little wet with sweat. He started pulling it off. His big belly pulled up with the shirt a little, til it dropped down and he pulled the shirt over his head. I reached for his big belly, wanting to run my hands over it! His shirt was still hiding his head, and he jumped as he felt my hands.

He finished pulling his shirt off and I ran my hands from his stomach up to the curls of hair on his chest, tweaking his nipples. “Mmmmm!” He sighed. He started reaching for the hem of my t-shirt, and finding it, started pulling my shirt up.

I had to stop my playing for him to get my shirt off, like his big belly plopped down, so did mine! His hands were all over me at that point!

It was my turn to moan as he kept up. “Ooohh, that feels good!” “yes, it does” he responded.

I could feel myself getting wet in my jock. “You’re getting wet again aren’t you!?!” He said with a knowing smile.

“Yes, why, are you?” I asked

“Oh yes! It started back on the trail, watching your ass move!”

I reached down and rubbed him through the shorts, I could feel him growing underneath. “Is that for me?” I asked with a Cheshire cat smile

“Obviously!” He groaned a little

I dropped my head to his chest again, sucking on first one breast, then the other. “Mmmmm” he sighed, “God, you do that so well!”

I dropped down and undid his shorts, I pulled them off, being eye to eye with Zachs wet panties and his smallish penis outline by the wetness. I rubbed him through his wet panties, making the wet patch bigger. I love that! I licked the front of his panties getting just a hint of his taste.

I reached my fingers under his fat belly and got them in the waistband and pulled them down. As soon as his cocklet appeared, I was on him with my mouth. Kissing and licking… I was smelling his musk and sweat, he had no pubic hair, as I had taken care of that a few days ago. 

“Oooohhh” he moaned as I took him in my mouth to suck on. I reached up behind him and was fingering his ass crack as I started bobbing my head on his penis. My forehead was against his big belly.

“OOOHHH!” he moaned even louder as my fingers started to reach into his crack, looking for his asshole. I found it a second later and started running a finger over the rim!

“OH MY GOD!!!” He cried out, as my finger pressed against his opening, and went in just a little!

I went deep on his penis taking it all in, pretty easily. I held him all in my mouth as my finger went in a little further and I moved it around!

“IIIMMM CCUUMMM…” Was all he got out. His body spasmed and I felt his juice spurt into my mouth. I swallowed it all, it tasted so good! I pulled my finger out of his ass and kept him in my mouth until he shrank some! 

I kissed his penis before I pulled his wet panties back up and then his shorts, hitching them back up.

He helped me get back to my feet, and as I stood, he pulled me into him. His big arms wrapped around me and mine around him. We pressed our lips together and tongue danced for a minute. I’m sure he could taste his cum in my mouth.

We broke our kiss but kept up the hug “I love you!” He whispered in my ear “Love you back!” I told him

We broke our hug and each took a big gulp of water!! I reached into my pack and pulled out my camera, snapped a few shots, one or two with Zach in them.  We put our shirts in the pack and I put the pack back on, we went back onto the trail. We kept going on the trail and soon there was a brook running alongside. 

We stopped again when we got to where the brook looked a little deeper and wider with some grass beside it. We took off our shoes and socks, sitting on the bank, putting our feet in the water. It was pretty cold, but felt good.

“I like this spot!” I told him

“Yeah, its my favorite. I have been up here a time or two! Let me use your camera please!”

“Ok,” I chuckled “no shots of me!”

He chuckled back, “no promises!” As I handed him my camera. He took some shots of the surroundings, pulled his feet out of the water and went a few yards and took more shots. Some I noticed had me in them.

By now my feet were getting cold, so I pulled them out of the water. Zach came back over and we sat there on the bank, letting our feet dry. I laid down on the grass, and he laid down next to me, he laid his head on my chest as I put my arm around him.

“This is heaven” he told me

“It certainly is!!! There’s no where I would rather be than right here with you!” I replied

“Me too!! 

He picked his head up off my chest and we pressed our lips together in a deep kiss. He pulled away, looking deep into my eyes, “I love you so much! In such a short time! I know that it might be scary, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you!!” And he brought his head down to kiss me again, not giving me time to respond!

I lowered my arm a little and felt Zach’s fat along his stomach and hip. I thought to myself, I love this guy!!! Every fat inch of him, and he loves all my fat!!

We stopped kissing, I raised myself up on one elbow looking at him. “It is kind of scary that its happening so fast, and I love you too!! ALL of you! So, ok, I’ll move my stuff and move in with you!!”

He pushed me back over and dropped his head to mine”YES, YES, YES!!” He yelled. Covering my face with kisses.

We got up and put our socks and shoes on, he was in a hurry now. Now that there was a purpose and a goal!! We got up on our feet and started on our way, we were a little past halfway on the loop so we figured it would be faster getting back to keep going.

Amazing how fast we could walk when we wanted it so bad! We still stopped a couple more times and there were pictures still being taken, but not the leisurely stroll we had been doing!

We got to the end of the trail and put the knapsack in the truck. We both climbed in and made our way back to the house! 

“Thank you for saying yes to moving in!” He told me

“Thank you for asking!!” I responded. “It should be fun!”

“Oh, I’m sure it will be!”

We pulled up in front of the house and I started looking at it critically as to what needed to be painted. There was some paint peeling but all in all not bad!

“Were you thinking of a different color for the house? Touching up bad spots? Different trim color?” I asked as we got out and I started walking around it. 

“Different color, I guess” he says

“Ok, its early yet, lets go get some samples and see what you think? I can, or we can, make the trek to my place, tomorrow, and get my ladders and other paint stuff along with some other clothes. It’ll be like a 5 hour trip one way!”

“What the hell, I’m off for the rest of the week anyway, so I’ll help you get your stuff tomorrow. And yeah, lets look at colors!” Zach replied.

We got back in the truck and headed for the nearest paint store. They carried the brand I like and have a good size place with painting supplies of all kinds. It only took a few minutes to get there.

“Ok, lets go look at paint samples, whatever color suits your fancy. I don’t imagine the town has rules about paint colors, so as long as we don’t choose something to outrageous, we should be alright.”

We stood side by side in front of the huge array of samples, at some points we would touch hands while looking and get really close to each other when looking at a particular sample! 

We came up with a color and then picked out a trim color. When we went to the counter, the girl asked if we needed anything else, “So how many professional painters are around here?” I asked.

“Not many, maybe 2 or 3 tops” she answered.

“Ok, good, then add another to the list, I told her” and we made our way out of the store. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself til I was all moved and ready to start.

We put the paint in my truck and made our way home. Zach moved over close and put his hand on my thigh again. I loved that he could never get enough of our touches, neither could I!!

We got home and unloaded the paint. After that was done, we were back into the mode of just underwear on. My big man, looking so hot, with his panties and me in my jock.

 By then it was time to make dinner, Zach started dinner and I helped cut up some veggies and make a salad. He came up behind me a time or two, his big belly rubbing up against my back. His hand falling to caress my bare big butt. That touch was enough! “Mmmm!” I sighed. He brought his head onto my shoulder, sucked on my earlobe…. “I love you so much!” He whispered in my ear!

I could feel my jock getting damp, again!! I reached back with a hand and put it on his thick thigh. Gently fingering it, fingers hitting the leg hem of his panties.

“I love you too” I responded, “but we’re never gonna eat if you keep this up.”

“Bummer! I could rub myself against you forever!” He said.

“Believe me, I feel the same way!” I responded. “But now, since I’m staying, we have plenty of time!”

“Yes we do!!” He said as he moved away to continue to make dinner.

He looked over one time when I was turned away from the counter, and saw the spot of wetness on my jock. He just smiled at me!

We ate our dinner and relaxed in the living room. Zach turned off the lights and we watched another movie. I laid down sideways this time, with my head upon his lap. I could feel this penis moving around under my head. It may be smallish, but I can still feel it grow.

Zach put his one hand on my head, running his fingers through my thinning hair, the other he had extended his arm and was fingering the rolls on the side of my big belly!

“mmmm” I sighed

“Are you too distracted from the movie by me doing this?” He asked “Want me to stop?”

He knew I loved it and would never want him to stop, hell, you can watch a movie anytime!

“Yes I’m too distracted, and NO! don’t stop!” I said as I reached my free arm around and onto his knee, running my hand up his leg, his thigh and between the fat on his thighs to his panty line.

“Oooohhh! Someone wants to play!” He said. He shifted just a little and gave him enough reach to touch the front of my jock! He ran his fingers over my penis outline, my jock getting a little wetter!

By him shifting, he also moved his legs apart just enough for my fingers to squirm under his panty leg and get to his growing cocklet! I had his penis between two fingers, and started playing with him. It grew a little more.

I rolled and he lowered me, down to the floor. He stood up and removed his panties. Then he started tugging at my jock, I raised up my big butt to help him pull them off! He tossed them to the side and then lowered himself on me. I watched as this big man started bringing his crotch down to my face. He lowered his ass first to my face, and I obediently started licking his asshole. He moved it up and back on my tongue, making my tongue move across his rim!

“Mmmm!!” He moaned. I could reach up and touch his cocklet and balls, so that’s what I did.

He got tired of trying to keep himself on that level without putting too much weight on my face, so he shifted down and put his big meaty thighs on each side of my head! I had to have his cocklet in my mouth, it was practically forced into my mouth, as he dropped himself down!

I felt him take me into his mouth shortly after he force fed me his! I then felt his fingers groping for my asshole, pulling my ass cheeks apart, running his fingers down my crack!

“Mmmmmm!” I moaned around his penis, I’m not sure he could hear me, buried as I was in this big mans flesh! I reached around his big thighs to run my fingers down his ass crack too!

He found my hole and started playing around it, running his fingers over it, pausing with his fingers on it! Driving me nuts!! That, I’m sure, was his intention!

After a few moments he pushed the finger in! Oh my god!!! I needed that finger and more!!

“Mmmmm!” I moaned again around his penis, and I pushed my finger into him too!

“OOOOHHH YESSS!!” He groaned as he pulled his mouth off of me, to let it out. 

He put me back in his mouth, and it sent me over the edge. “Mmmmmmmm!!” Was all I could get out, and I sent my cum into his mouth! My vibration sent him over the edge too, as he sent his cum spurting into my mouth and right down my throat!!

We each let the other shrink down a little before I released him from my mouth, and he did the same to me. After a little bit, coming down from our lovemaking, we got up and shut everything off to make it to the bedroom. 

We climbed into bed together, in each others arms. Ready to start our new adventure together!!

Introduction:
If you are writing online, you should be careful. You never know who reads your stories. Or what those stories tell about you. A famous pornstar was looking for some online inspiration. He found the guy who wrote them. Using it against him. But the guy was nothing like the heavy-action smut he wrote online.

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Be Careful.

Careful what you write about Online.

When I returned, the 25-year-old boy sat on a barstool at the kitchen island. Stryker J had my coffee and sandwich ready, as ordered. 
“There you go, Master Steel… Your food is – … WOW… Holy fuck, Sir!… WOOF…”
His mouth fell open at the sight of me. I had changed outfits. I wore a half-unbuttoned, white, short-sleeve office shirt over an X-harness with chrome snaps. Around my upper arms, I had strapped leather belts. Constraining my biceps tightly. On my right wrist, I had put a wide leather wristband. All in all, it was an excellent, sophisticated master look.
However, Stryker was interested in something other than my top. His gaze had instantly dropped to my pants. The thick leather jeans had a full back-to-front zipper and a belt with black studs. My formidable 9-inch pornstar dick bulged the tight crotch. The polished, tall, square-toed Wesco harness boots and leather baseball cap completed the stern look. It made the boy shiver in anticipation.

As John swiveled the barstool around to take a better look at me, he accidentally slid off it. Dropping to the floor. Landing between my boots. He had not meant to do that, but I made use of the situation nonetheless.
“Good boy!…” I said derisively, “While you are down there… LICK MY BOOTS CLEAN, BOY!…” I meanly barked demandingly.

I could see fear had gripped Stryker’s balls, and it squeezed them hard. The boy was conflicted as fuck. On the one hand, he desperately wanted me, his favorite pornstar, to take his ass. Or any guy wearing this much leather, for that matter. On the other hand, it was clear this whole domination shit was actually new to him.
“GOD DAMN, SON!… Don’t give me that look!… This is just a bit of foreplay… Lick my fucking boots, Stryker!… Or I’ll kick you in the balls with them!… DO IT!… So I can do you, bitch!…“

Stryker, however, did not react. So I added, “I’ve told you to listen to my commands… And then react accordingly…” I snarled, outraged. “You don’t get to do whatever you want… Bitch… I’m in control here!… You do well to remember that!…“
And suddenly, as if a light flicked on in that dirty brain of Stryker J, he smiled up at me. The dude bent over. Sitting on his hands and knees. His ass pointed proudly into the air. His tongue slobbering both boots with plenty of spit.

“Good boy!… Stryker… I knew you would get there in the end…” I said praisingly. However, the way this guy could flip-flop between being scared shitless and being a slut stunned me.
“Thank you, Sir…” he muttered between swipes of his tongue and grunts of pleasure.
“Johnny?…” I asked, puzzled. “Can you sit up for a moment?…“
“Sir, Yes, Sir…” said Stryker, a little out of breath. Straightening up.
“How come one moment you glare up angrily at me, and the next you’re on the floor like a slut?… I don’t get you…“

Stryker smiled up at me. “Sir?… Permission to talk freely?…“
“Sure, Son…“
“Darek Steel… It’s just that I did not understand what you would do to me… That frightened me… It scared me a lot, actually!… I’ve never been with a guy like you… Look at you… You’re twice my size… You’re a fucking pornstar… Even that cock is much wider than I am used to…” he sighed and looked straight at my crotch. “But… Uhmm… Well… when you said, ‘ – I’m in control here!… You do well to remember that! – ‘ I finally understood you… I wrote those lines in my first-ever domination story… I think you want to use my own stories to teach me a lesson… Am I right, Steel?…“

“Ha, you’re fuck’n right, Son!… This is all an act to me… But our sex will be real, Stryker!… I am going to screw your brains out!… However, you should be much more careful about what you write online… People might expect you to have experience in Sodomy, Buggery, and Raw Leather sex…” I warned the kid. But he clearly got the message.
“And don’t worry about my size… I’ll lube you up good before I hang this thing in your ass and fuck your brains out… I’ve never met a guy that I could not nail to the wall… Wanna play with it?…” I asked, huskily stroking the 9 inches of man meat in my biker jeans.
“Or do I truly need to chloroform you and rape your ass anyway?…” I said gruffly but with a dirty smile that defused the situation. “Nevermind!… I will fuck you anyway, John… One way or another… And that might hurt a little at first… It might even be a lot rougher than you’re used to… But first, I want to see what I have to work with… Get up!…” I said hard while I pulled Stryker J off his knees.

Taking half a step forward, I grabbed the boy by the collar of the leather biker jacket. Pulling him in close. I tilted my head and planted my lips on his. Softly kissing him and stroking the kid’s leather-clad back.
“Shit, you look so hot in that jacket, Stryker… But take it off, son… It’s mine!… In fact, Strip!… Sneakers and all…” I commanded hotly.

“Thank you, Sir… I love this jacket of yours… It makes me feel… Uhmm… Well… Tough… Thank you for letting me try it on, Darek…” said Stryker lovingly as he leaned forward to kiss me again. We smooched for real now. John’s arms hooked around my back. I pressed one hand on the back of Stryker’s blond head. My tongue explored his mouth. John’s tongue was trying to play tonsil-hocky in mine. My hand unbuttoned his baggy cargo shorts. It dropped to the floor in an instant. 

“Ha… Bonus point for wearing a jock-strap, Stryker…” I grinned as my middle finger pressed against the rosebutt. After exploring this asshole for a bit, I made it plop out. Sticking the dirty fingers in John’s mouth, ordering Stryker to make them nice and wet. The dude did not complain. Why would he? An actual professional pornstar was about to rail his boy-cunt.
A moment later, two slicked-up fingers slid in with relative ease, making Stryker J moan and groan in pleasure at the heavy-handed penetration. One more, and my dick would fit with no problem. 

The boy carefully unbuttoned my office shirt the rest of the way. Exposing the harness. Sliding a hand under the leather straps and looking at my massive chest. Handing me my biker jacket back, watching me eagerly as I put it on. As I flicked up the collar, the boy shivered again. He must really like the full-leather look I was going for.

“Shit, you look so hot, Sir… I love your gear… But… Uhmm… Why did you shave your beard off?… I mean… I like the fresh look on you… But doesn’t that interfere with your master image?… You look a lot younger now… I love it, though… But… Well… How can I say this?… Are you sure you want me… You normally fuck older guys… I am only 25…” groaned Stryker hotly but worriedly. Stroking my shaved 37-year-old face and kissing me again. His dick was fully erect now. Extending the assless briefs to breaking point at the front.

“Glad you noticed, Son… But you mistake my movies for what I normally like… I am into young guys… Even ones younger than you, son… As for the new look, I decided to rebel a little against the producers… I’d much rather work with younger guys like you, Stryker… And make some kinky movies with a proper storyline… Shall we look at what the wardrobe department left for you to wear?…” I asked.
“What?… Am I to wear an outfit like yours?… Really?… I’d love that… My first real leather sex!…” said Stryker excitedly. Not sure why. But his excitement was infectious.

My hand was still exploring Stryker’s tight boy butt. Walking arm in arm with him from the kitchen to the master bedroom. I could not stop myself. I bumped my hip against his. Like the high school bully, I was still at 37. Pushing the boy meanly to the side. Making the 25-year-old trip. I ignored his scream of shock. John landed over the armrest of the brown leather couch. Exactly where I wanted him. My leather jeans creaked as I squatted behind the exposed ass. My hands wrenched the cheeks apart. And my tongue tasted his sweet pink hole. Fuck, the rosebutt smelled too pleasant to ignore. I pushed a hand on John’s back. Pinning him down while I let my spit drip over his backdoor.

“Oooh… Fuck… Yeah… Aaah… Nice Sir… Thank you, Sir…” he moaned in pleasure. Wriggling uncontrollably as he felt me go down on him.
“Good boy!… Tight ass, but not for long… I love that…” I muttered between swipes. I rimmed the hole until I felt the boy’s sphincter relax. Getting up, I spat down John’s crack. The streak of drool slid down the chute where my fingers worked it inside. First one. Then two. Stryker cringed a little. I slowly removed the two fingers, replacing them with a thick thumb. Letting it go down all the way. Hooking the free fingers around the base of the cockshaft. Pulling the 7-inch twink rod out of the assless briefs. While I pumped the hole with the spit-lubed thumb, I jerked John off with my freehand. 

The moans the boy made came straight out of a porn movie. He overdid it a bit, though.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch… This is NOT a porn movie… Real man don’t grunt like that… Only pigs do!…” I said, smacking his ass much meaner than I had intended to.
“Ooowww!… that hurt, man!…” screamed Stryker nervously.
“Yes… I know… But my dick is going to harm you much worse if you don’t listen to what I am saying…“
“Grumpff… Sir… Yes… Sir…” he muttered disagreeably. Clenching his butthole tight in fear.
At this point, I didn’t care. I was ready to pop a load. I got up and unzipped. Ripping the fly open from the front, all the way past my balls, to the back. I grabbed John’s hips and rocketed forward.

As my steely cockhead pressed against the clenched cunt, the boy looked over his shoulder at me. He had tears of shock in his eyes.
“Relax, son… Or it will actually hurt…” I sternly warned Stryker. “Let me in there… That’s it… Open the fuck chute… Let’s do this, Stryker!… I am going to screw you… Right here… Right NOW!…” I said breathlessly.
I unexpectedly spotted a few Scouts outside from the corner of my eye. They had snuck up to the cabin living room window. Sneakily eyeing us fuck from outdoors. The dirty voyeur fucks! But I would give them a show they would remember.

John pushed his tensed-up face into the seat. Expecting the worst, I guess. Grabbing the seem between two cushions with his fists. Hanging on for dear life. The guy actually trembled a little. He took a deep breath as he felt me slightly increase the pressure. Apparently, I acted differently from what he had expected. I surely wasn’t going to rape the bitch. Hammering my cock – balls deep – inside in one go. I liked him way too much for that already. 

And this wasn’t one of my regular brutal movie shoots, either. The men I nailed on camera were trained professionals. Or they at least pre-stretched their assholes open. Lubing them for me to enter with extreme force. But this time, I would take it much slower. The boy had warned me, after all. However, I was going to seed him. That much wasn’t up for discussion at this point. Slowly he let my cockhead enter past the outer baffles. 
He moaned, “Shit… Oooh… That’s so big… Ahhh… God…”
“Don’t worry, Son… You’re doing great…” I said praisingly. 

I can’t lie. This kid impressed me. And his ass took me well enough. I pulled out, spat in my hand, and rubbed it over the drooling cockhead. Stars popped in front of my eyes. I was really going to fuck a guy whom I had never met before. Usually, I would ask the fans I hooked up with all kinds of questions first. Chatting with them for days before we met. Raising their horny anticipation. But somehow, it felt as if I had known Stryker for years already. As if he was my younger brother. Teaching him all the tricks I had learned over the years as a pornstar.

“Baby?…” I asked Stryker J. Pressing my leather-clad broad torso on his strong back. Grinding my trembling dick through the boy’s crack. Pushing my leather jeans against the inside of John’s legs. Pinning him down over the sofa’s armrest. I could tell Stryker J like this. In fact, he liked it very much.
“Where do you stand on condoms, John?… Can I fuck you raw?… Or do I need to put on a spunk bag?…“
“Ha…” John laughed as he looked to the side. “That’s up to you, Steel… If your man doesn’t mind… But don’t you have to save your jizz for tomorrow’s porn shoot?… However, if you’re willing to take the risk… I’ve been tested regularly, though… It’s all clear so far… Sir… So, go for it… But… TAKE IT EASY, Darek Steel!… Please?…” sighed the boy worriedly.

Well, he did not have to tell me twice. With my chest still pressed to Stryker’s back, I lifted my hips. I hooked a leathered arm around his neck. With my head next to his, my well-trained cock found the twink’s soft entry point by itself. The cockhead slid in after I increased the pressure, and John let out another deep sigh. But, more than the first few inches did not fit.
“Owww… Mmmph… Aargh… Pfff… Damn… Owww… Stop!… To big… Ohhh…” Stryker J puffed and grunted.

I let my cockhead sit inside the tight tunnel entry point. Allowing the boy to get used to the girth. Knibbeling John’s earlobe and grunting nasty, muttering distracting words into his ear. Telling Stryker how much I had been looking forward to meeting him. Explaining that my husband, Rick Payne, would be arriving later that afternoon. Hotly suggesting to John that we might even try a leather threesome, if he was up for that. He looked surprised and excited at the same time. However, my words had the desired effect. By the time I was done seducing him, all of my fat 9-inches had worked their way inside. Balls deep dicking the kid down. 

I raised myself up off Stryker J’s back. I put one hand on his hip. And pushed the other on the side of his head. Pinning his face rather meanly to the leather sofa. I fucked the kid raw. Screwing his brains out. Pumping him in slow, deliberate strokes, at first. Sure, I wasn’t about to hold back much longer. I started pounding his butt. Letting my leather-clad thighs drum loudly against his sweaty butt cheeks. Softly pulling back before meanly slamming forward. Harder and harder I went. Smacking my balls to his.

After the initial shock, Stryker had recovered quickly enough. Even with just my spit for lube, his ass felt hot and slick. I could see the tiny veins around his rosebutt start to glow red already. The inexperienced John might be gay, but he really needed to get laid more often, I thought in glee. He was audibly enjoying himself, though.
“Awww… Yes… Fuck me, Sir!… Ohhh… Owww… This hurts so nicely… That is such a wide load…” he cried. Punching the couch with a fist.
I looked over at the front room window. The three older Scouts were also in shock. Their eyes had popped out, and their mouths were wide open. The Scouts had red faces, and their arms stuck down their fronts. Frantically jerking off hard while watching the live gay sex show inside.

“Take it, Bitch… I am going to seed you!… Do you like my big cock?… You take it well!…” I said adoringly. Yet loud enough for the voyeurs outside to hear. And I wasn’t lying. Stryker J’s tight ass was to die for. I wished Rick was here already. He would love to tear this guy a new one. Payne honored his name. But I never saw him do permanent damage with the oversized 10-inch black horse cock. However, he would need to put on his kid gloves with Stryker. John was scared easily, I found. But he took me well. 

By now, I was genuinely railing his boy cunt so mean that I nearly lost it. His smooth hairless bubble butt felt so freaking lovely on my dick, though. And the kid made all the right sounds in all the right places. He understood how to turn me on. And, evidently, he also knew how to turn me off.
As I was about to seed the fucker, he snapped his fingers in my face and twisted his torso to the side.

Calling, “Stop it, Darek!…“
“What?…” I said, stupefied. Scared that I had actually hurt him for real.
“Can I grab my phone?… I want you to film us having sex… I want to have something to remember you by, Steel…“
“Damn, Son… I was nearly there…“
“Really?… But we only just started… What kind of porn star are you?…“
“Ha… I should beat the shit out of you for that remark… I’ll dump your naked carcass… Tie you up in the woods for the Scouts to find and abuse…” Giving the boys outside a nasty look. They ducked out of sight into the bushes under the window.
“Hmmm?… Sounds like fun… But could you grab my phone first… It’s in my cargo pants…“

Stryker J looked up with those puppy-dog eyes at me, and I grinned, “Sure thing, sweetheart… But why don’t I set up the professional cameras, though… We can make your own porn!…“
“Hell, NO!… That’s taking it too far!…“
“Sure?… Your ass is very photogenic, Johnny… If you ever look for some extra cash… Call Rick… He could use a sweet guy like you any day…” I said as I gave the asscheek a firm love tap.
When John looked incredulously at me, I said, “I mean it, John… You’d do great in the industry… Very fuckable, nicely verbal, and pleasing to the eye…“
“Thanks… I guess… But let’s keep it between us for now, Darek… I’ll share it with you… Regardless, I don’t want to find it online!… Hear me, Steel?…” He called out as I grabbed his phone.
“Loud and clear… Can I show it to Rick, though?…“
“Mmmph… Fine…” said Stryker resigned. He probably knew that Rick and I kept no secrets from each other.

“Okay… Son?… Want to go see what the wardrobe department left for you?…“
“Really… Shu… Sure?… I’d… I’d love to…” Stryker J stuttered. He must have realized that I was about to dress him up in leather. It appeared that the kinky, tough look excited him. Yet, Johnny had evidently never experienced it firsthand. This insight into his psyche was all I needed. Dressing a guy up and teaching him, making him submit, and dominating him was just my thing. Once he was mine, then I would really go hog-wild on his ass. Stryker J wrote about this stuff as if he knew it firsthand. But this wasn’t true. Well, I knew how to remedy that, for sure!

 We walked to the bedroom at the front of the cabin on the other side of the hallway.
“Wait up, John… I need to piss!…” I grinned naughtily as I opened the front door. Grunting, “Oooh… Yeah… That’s how you water the plants…” I pissed straight out the front door, where 3 Scouts were kneeling amongst the bushes. Sitting underneath the front room window with their dicks out. I knew the peeping toms had been watching us the whole time.

Stryker moved next to me to see what I was looking at. “Ha, fancy!… I didn’t know the bushes around here could talk?… Having fun, boys?… Get the hell out of here!… Or this dude will rape you!…” sneered Stryker J.
“I’d like to see him try…” called the bravest of the 3 Scouts.
“Nah… Let them watch, John!… Their asses will get stuffed tonight anyway… I’ve got some oversex biker mates coming tonight… They will take care of them…“
“Aren’t they a bit young for that?…” asked Stryker with a grin.
“Nope… They have been fucked by their Scout leaders all last week… They are ready to earn their ass-fucking and cum-eating patches…” I called sneeringly, watching the piss-drenched teens disappear in a hurry. For even Stryker had publicly relieved himself over the bushes. I had a bad influence over the guy.

As I showed John Stryker the dirtied-up master bedroom, his mouth fell open. The large bed was covered in leather comforters. A wooden X-cross stood in one corner against the wall, A free-standing sling in the other. The walls were covered in vulgar, bi-sexual pornographic snuff images. Whips, paddles, cuffs, and massive dildos lay on the bedside table. Whisky, beer, and used lube bottles littered the dresser. A few fixed cameras hung from the ceiling. The lighting had been set up. The only things that looked out of place were my suitcases and duffle bags. Other than that, the room was staged for the movie’s short opening scene. It was between the abusive logging boss and an unwilling local woman he had captured for some BDSM fun.

“Are you staying in here?…” asked John as he looked around. Spotting my duffel bags.
“Sure… We’ve rented the place… We might as well sleep in here… In fact, Rick and I will be here all next week… Wish you can join us…” I said hopefully.
“Good thing I have an extra long free weekend then…” grinned Stryker dirty.

I slammed a suitcase on the leather-covered blanket chest. Took out a pair of laced chaps, a biker vest, a boy chest harness, and a choker with a leash on a D-ring. Slamming them on the California King. It could sleep 3 with ease. John had already grabbed the chaps and was trying them on. However, after he snapped the buttons, he twisted them back to front.
So I called laughingly, “The snaps go at the front, silly…“
“I fucking know that, Asshole!… How am I going to sinch the laces tight by myself… I am not stupid, you know, Steel!…” he sneered angrily. Stryker exhaled and sinched the leather lace extra tight over his upper pelvis. Un-snapping the chaps at the back, putting them on the right way. I flexed my eyebrows again. Pleasantly surprised by Stryker’s efficiency. 

“Here… Let me help you with the zips…” I said. Squatting down in front of John. Instinctively he put his hands over his cock and balls. I smacked them away.
“Dude… Really?… Don’t be prudish!…“
As I zipped him up, my hand brushed against his limp 7-inches. It reacted. It sprang back to life in an instant. I moved around Stryker J on my knees as I cinched the side laces tight as well. Kissing his ass cheeks, stroking his balls. Turning the kid on. He put on the harness and the biker vest. I fastened the leash and choker collar around his neck. Adding a pair of leather wrist cuffs to his lower arms. But when I stood admiring him from the front, I remembered the studded cockstrap. Grabbing the dude around the cock and balls, I pushed him backward to the sling.

“Fuck… That’s… Well… Hell, yeah… That’s a nice look on you, John…” I said as I fastened the last snaps around his dick. “Good enough to eat…“
“Don’t mind if you do, Sir…” John said hopefully. Stroking his dick lightly. Expecting he would be reprimanded for the mere suggestion to his Master. But his cock instantly disappeared in my mouth. My head started to bob, and the boy began to scream in pleasure.
“Oooh… Shit… Yeah!… Arghh… Fuck, No… Slow down!… Or I lose it… I want this to last, Steel… Uhmm, Sir…“

I grinned naughtily as I stood back up. Pushing Stryker J wordlessly into the sling. Swiftly hooking his bare feet into the straps at the front. Bending over him to fasten the wrist cuffs to the chains at the back. Pulling his ass over the edge of the sling. Spraying some numbing lube between his legs and over my cock. Well, he was in for it now. And Stryker knew it. He was all tied up and had nowhere to go. The dude realized this too late, though. Whispering softly, “Can I trust you, Darek?… This is all so new to me… It looks fucking great, though… But shit, man…” he sighed.

I took out Stryker’s phone and started to film us. I swallowed his manhood. Sucking the lovely boy-toy down. Licking his shaft and hairless balls. Showing the camera John’s reaction to the blow job. After fingering the lube inside, I took off my leather baseball cap. Hooking it back to front over Stryker’s blond locks. Taking a snapshot from the side as my tongue obscenely penetrated his mouth. Making sounds you usually only hear me produce in a porn movie. The boy reacted accordingly. Begging me to fuck him hard. To seed his ass. To rape his holes. Wanting my pornstar cock to take his anal virginity. Well, a virgin Stryker J certainly was not. 

I filmed how my dick assaulted Stryker J. Roughly, ripping Johnny’s ass open. I did not hold back this time. Even though I wasn’t sure if this was what the kid had intended me to do to him. 
After placing my cock against the backdoor, I slammed it meanly and mercilessly inside. Acting as if I was raping Johnny on camera. Viciously laughing at Stryker as he started to pretend to cry and scream. Contorting his facial expressions once the camera phone pointed at him. The onslaught went on for a couple of minutes. And the boy didn’t look all that happy. Yet the sounds he made kept egging me on.
I briefly stopped filming to check if he was doing okay. I was nailing him as if he was a pro. He smiled at me, though. I grinned back and kissed him. 

“Well done, kid!… I must say… You take me much better than I had expected…” I muttered hornily. I had been enjoying this harsh fuck.
“Yeah… As you said, Sir… It’s rough and a little hard to take… But I could get used to sex like this… But shit… That cock of yours really is too wide to be allowed…” panted Stryker J with a cringe on his face. I was still gliding in and out but at a much more steady pace. 

After a while of me pumping the boy’s prostate, John hornily suggested, “Why don’t you threaten me with breeding my ass on-camera?… That should be a nice ending to this scene…” panted Stryker hotly. The boy really knew how he liked his porn movies. Apart from being an actor, it seemed he also wanted to direct.
“Shit yeah… That sounds hot!… But can I actually cum inside?…“
“I insist, Sir!… I’m not particularly eager to mess up these fucking cool leathers, though… They feel so fucking nice… I feel a little stupid now… I should have bought my gear years ago… Even if it’s just a jacket like yours!… I love it…“

“Never mind that, Johnny!… These clothes still look too clean anyway… And the other actors won’t mind… This look suits you, though, Son… If you stick around for the shoot tomorrow, I can let you have some of them…“
“Really?… But… hmmm, what would I have to do?… I mean, I don’t want to be in front of the camera…” said Stryker.
“Awe?… Okay… You can be my personal fluffer… Maybe help Rick and the Director make this the best fuck’n movie I’ve ever made…“
“Cool… Deal!…” grunted Stryker as I hung my dick in his ass again and started to film the last part of this movie of ours.

It was a relatively short but heavy scene. I had my hand on Johnny’s throat. Filming the two of us how I threatened him face to face. My vicious verbal act actually scared the shit out of the boy. He loved it! I was squeezing just hard enough to turn John’s face puce. Making Stryker actually sputter and flail in the sling. Begging me not to breed him. Pleading to stop raping him. However, my dick plowed him hard. My breathing and grunts got a heck of a lot dirtier. I swore at the top of my voice, terrorizing Stryker. Telling him I was about to breed him with my poisonous biker seed. Stryker J kept up the act with difficulty. He actually tried to resist me. Clenching his buttocks. Squeezing my dick. I filmed the lot.

But this turned me on even more. I always enjoyed it when a guy struggles. It gives me a sense of ultimate power over him. You don’t get that in the industry. But the fans I fucked sometimes see that side of me. Usually, it never ended well for them, though. 
The harder those amateurs struggle against me, the worse it usually hurts.
Heck, I sometimes grabbed them in a choker hold if their struggle got out of hand. Getting passed out, or chloroformed, calms them right down so I can do my thing. Stryker J wasn’t there yet. Besides, as strong as the boy was, I was much more powerful. They didn’t call me Steel for nothing. But I was so fucking close to cumming it hurt.

“Ohhh… I am cumming… Give me that hole!… I will seed you… bitch… Ohhh… Aargh… Here it cums… Take it… Owww… Ahhh… Mmmpff… Fuck… Yeah… Take it… Submit to me… Slut… You are mine now!… I will… Aargh… Ohhh… Shit…” I panted hard as I seeded Stryker J’s leather outfit.

Well, needless to say. The first shot of spunk landed on John’s stomach and face. Stryker J flinched as he saw the heavy stream aim for his head. The rest I roughly drilled audibly inside. Fucking it deeply in him. Breathing heavily. 
Stryker closed his watery eyes. Acting as if he passed out for our video. Off camera, I saw his index finger rotate from the corner of my eye, though. He silently directed me to keep fucking the cum in deeper. I did. Boy, did I!

It was a good 3 minutes before I slowed down and pulled my slimy cock out. I stopped filming and unhooked the boy’s arms and legs. He lay the 4 of them over my back. Hooking my arms under his ass, I lifted him up. Dropping the exhausted cum dripping boy on the bed. I am not sure how long we lay there side by side. But it felt good. Stryker J did not move. It was not until I heard him snore that I realized he had fallen asleep. The chap’s framed cock still pranced hard as ever. I let him sleep. I walked back to the kitchen to grab a coffee and finally eat the turkey sandwich John had made me over an hour ago.

When I came back, the boy had stirred. He was stroking himself absent-mindedly. Staring up at the rope and pulley hanging over the edge of the bed.
I lay quietly next to the kid. Kissing him and taking the lovely sweaty cock in my hand. Stroking him. Edging him. John hadn’t cum yet. And I was hoping he would fill my ass as well.

“How does that work?…” Stryker J asked inquisitively. Pointing at the hook and pulley hanging off the ceiling. Showing me that he still had a lot to learn when it came to bondage. I made a mental note to tell Rick. The black stud is a master when it comes to tying pigs up. I am more of a whip-and-paddle man myself. But the two of us loved to teach the inexperienced.
“Ah… that’s part of the bondage play… You hook a guy’s legs onto a spreader bar… Then you yank his legs in the air and fuck him raw or smack his butt…” I explained. Handing John the bar and a fears-looking black bullwhip with a dildo handle.
“Damn… That would do some damage…” he muttered, impressed at the weight and feel of the short whip.
“Not the aim of the game… But, sure… It could…“

John Stryker put the bar on the blanket chest and grabbed a paddle from the toy bag. The dude sat on my chest. He laughingly smacked the paddle against my leather-clad hips and over my chest. 
“Shit, Darek… Déjà vu… I’ve dreamed about this!…” Stryker suddenly exclaimed loudly.
“Well, dreams are meant to cum true…” I laughed. Stryker tilted his head to one side and went for it.

The dude quickly fastened a pair of ankle cuffs around my legs and hooked the spreader bar between them. He pulled the hook down and raised the bar up. Repositioning my ass over the corner of the bed. With a leg on either side of the bed’s corner, he started to stroke himself. Using a little lube on his cockhead. Making the swift strokes sound much more sloppy. He squatted down and forward a little. Dropping his head underneath the spreader bar. Penetrating me without remorse. 

This dude was actually quite violent about it. Like Rick usually likes to play with me. It had been a while, though. At least since Payne had nailed me this gruffly. Stryker J actually hurt me. And I loved it. Any other guy would have died a sorry death. But I really like the way Stryker fulfilled his dream. He certainly looked damned good doing it. This guy absolutely could replace one of the professional actors if he wanted to.

It was about 10 minutes into the session when Stryker J audibly unloaded his nut inside me. And another 5 before he was done. He had taken more than a dozen selfie pictures of him screwing me in leather. Fuck, I found it was so hot. 
So did Rick. The man had been watching the two of us from the moment John tore my ass open. Payne’s denim outfit was opened up. Rick only wore a jacket and jeans. Nothing underneath, like usual in this hot summer weather.
With his huge black cock in hand, he moved forward into the room. Moments before, John dropped, exhausted and pantingly, on my chest. Stryker’s 7-inch cock was still twitching in my guts. I grabbed the 25-year-old dude in a tight hold. He thought it was to praise him. But I knew what Rick was about to do. So I held him down firmly. Seconds later, Stryker J also knew.

Rick nailed John’s spermy ass in one go with the huge 10-inch black cock. Slamming his balls against Stryker’s butt. Making him scream. Rick covered the boy’s mouth with his fingerless driving gloves and fucked him anyway. Hard and fast. Raw and heavy. In fact, Payne was more brutal than I had ever seen him take anyone before. And that was saying something. It took him all but 3 minutes to unload. Nutting Stryker’s ass for the second time that afternoon.

“Hi, there, bro… Are you having fun in my man’s ass?…” he said in his deep voice. Breathing heavily into John’s ear.
“Sorr… Sorry… Master Pain?…” Stryker muttered, stunned. Realizing who the black stud was who was viciously nailing him. Rick still held John’s mouth and nose closed with his gloved palm. The denim jacket and jeans pressed tightly to John’s biker vest and chaps.
“Who are you?…” he asked calmly. Even though Rick Payne knew the answer. 

“I am John Jenkins… You can call me Stryker, though, Sir…” he said. “You must be Darek’s man… I am sorry, Sir… He said it was okay if – ….“
“Shhh… It’s okay, bro… I am Rick Payne…” grunted Payne huskily. “I know all about you, Stryker… Darek showed me your online work… We loved it!…” said Rick warmly. Still letting his oversized cock glide in and out of John’s juicy hole. But much more gently. “You’ve got a nice tight ass… And you take me well… Not many men do… I am impressed!…” groaned Rick Payne, honestly nasty.

He kept gyrating his hips deep into the boy. Slow fucking him while John’s aching cock was still plowing my hole. 
“Darek?… What do we think of this one?… Scored him yet?…” asked Rick.
“He’s a fat 10 if ever there was one… I told John Stryker to give you a call if he ever decides to go into porn… But he’s a little scared… Buddy…“
“Shit?… Really, bro?… WOW… You must like him…” asked Rick indignantly of me.
“Bro… How long have we been married?… You’re my Payne-in-my-ass… But spend an afternoon with this dude, and you’ll come to the same conclusion…“

“Okay… I don’t get this… I am not a 10… I would say… Hmmm?… Maybe a 7… Guys do like me… But I am no pornstar like the two of you… I only write about it…” sighed Stryker J.
“Don’t put yourself down, bro…” laughed Rick Payne. “So your 10+ score is the highest praise Darek can give you… You must be good… Well, I know you’re good, actually, Stryker… I’ve watched you nail Steel and break him… No one but me did that before you… Usually, it’s the other way round!…” said Rick hotly. Payne finally slid his vast black 10-inch porn cock out of the boy’s slick gaping cunt.

The three of us lay on the bed talking. Letting John Stryker worship the two of us. Rick mounted his ass a couple of times. And I showed my husband what a clever cock sucker John really was. Gagging the shit out of him while Rick found more and more imaginative ways to do some anal damage. But the kid took it all in his stride. 

We took a long shower a couple of hours before dinner. Inviting John to join us for the next couple of days. Helping us to shoot the porn movie the following day. Making all his dreams come true. Introducing him to bondage, domination, and rough gang sex. Hoping John’s presence would make the porn shoot a much more pleasurable experience.

Stryker really was the creative soul our production outfit was missing. And he seemed eager to help us in any way he could. He didn’t want much in return. A bit of love and affection. Rick and I looked at each other and knew what the other was thinking. John ‘ Stryker J ‘ Jenkins would get a fucking lot more than that from us.

Stryker took his sweet time doing his spiky blond hair. Using my hairdryer and styling powder. Afterward, he found us sitting in the open-plan living. Johnny had a dirty grin on his face as if he had been fucked. Oh. Wait! We had used his ass several times, and he had loved it. 
Rick sat on the brown leather loveseat, working on his laptop. I sat at the large dining table near the kitchen. I read the final script and reviewed Rick’s paperwork from the executive producers in New York. Johnny wore his dirty work boots and baggy cargo shorts. His chest was naked. 

“Can I borrow a shirt?… Mine is ripped… I really need to grab some clothes and a toothbrush from home if I am going to sleep over…” asked John.
“Bull shit!… I’ve got you covered, little bro… You’re my height and size…” said Rick. This was perfectly true. Both men were around 6′ 2″, slim, yet nicely musculin. The only difference, apart from their skin color, was their age. Rick is 31, and Stryker is 25. I was glad I married Rick. But at this point, John Jenkins would stand a good chance with me, too.
“But if you are more comfortable in your own gear?… Well, I can drive you home in Rick’s car after dinner…” I suggested warmly.

Rick had jumped up. He grabbed one of his white denim shirts. A spare toothbrush, A tall but narrow buttplug, and a small bottle of lube. He also handed John a leather wristband and his snug cafe-racer jacket. He laughed his ass off as he passed this gear to John. 
Stryker stuck the buttplug unabashed into his mouth. Swinging the white snap-button denim shirt, with ripped-off sleeves, over his nude muscular chest. The smooth collarless cafe-racer jacket sucked itself onto the boy’s bare shoulders. Rick pulled up the coat forward and zipped it up halfway. Admiring the hot new look. Stryker wore it well! We agreed on that.

“Suits you, Johnny… It’s a little bit too tight for my liking…” sighed Rick. “In fact, keep it, bro!…“
Stryker looked as if Christmas had come in July.
“Thanks, Master Pain!… Now then… Where do I need to stick this?…” Stryker mumbled naughtily through a mouth full of buttplug. Raising the toothbrush in the air.
Rick and I laughed hard at his joke. “How about you bent over, bro?… I know a place where it can do some real pain!…” suggested Rick Payne naughtily. He pulled the buttplug out of John’s mouth and kissed him full on the lips without preamble. Muttering, “I like you, bro… How old are you?… What work do you do?… Tell us a bit more about yourself, horndog… How come you call yourself Stryker online?… Aren’t you out?…” Rick asked these rapid-fire questions while he guided Stryker back to the loveseat.

< Continued in part 3 of 3 >

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( C ) StrykerJ – 01-2024

I was on a business trip in Kansas City recently and had evenings free.  Logged into Grindr, not sure what to expect (haven’t had much luck there).  I’m mid 50’s, white.  A young black guy hit me up and send a few pics of his cock.  As expected, it was big, very big.  He said he was a total top and loved fucking hard and deep.  I shared my pictures and he expressed interest in getting together. 

I don’t know what prompted me, but I asked him if he had any friends who might be interested in joining us.  He promptly replied with yes.  I asked “one?” to which he replied “more than one”.  I was a bit nervous, but sent him the hotel and room number and told him anytime that evening would work.  I also told him if his friends wanted to join, they could.  I didn’t ask how many other guys – I didn’t want to know, I wanted to be surprised. 

I cleaned up so I would be ready for the fun.  My heart was racing.  About 30 minutes went by, and I heard the knock on the door.  I was just wearing a towel, and I let him in.  As I closed the door, he told me to leave it open since his friends would be joining us soon.  He quickly got undressed and I removed my towel. 

He got on the bed and told me to start sucking his cock, which I gladly did.  I heard the door open and I tried to look over to see who had come in, but he grabbed my head with both hands and told me to keep sucking.  I heard two other voices, clothes coming off.  One of the other guys came up behind me and started rimming and fingering my ass. 

I kept sucking the big black cock, and could feel another cock pressing up against my ass and soon I was getting fucked.  They took turns with me – I had a cock in my ass and one down my throat for the next 30-40 minutes.  I could feel the cum dripping out of my hole (none of them wore condoms).  It was so intense – their cocks so big, I was sweating from the intensity of it all. 

After they had all shot their loads in my ass, they got dressed and left.  Before they left I asked if they wanted to come back the next day.  Guess what – they did 🙂